Better Off This Way: Eren Jaeger x Reader [MODERN]

~Chapter 29, Final.~

Three years down the road....

It's my big day, my wedding day. I should be happy, and I am. I'm getting married to Eren Jaeger, the love of my life. How couldn't I be happy? I just can't help but wish Professor Erwin Smith was here to see it. He died shortly after that night at the bar.
He got to go out with honour though, so really, I should be happy that he's now at peace. No more suffering, he lived to see the last of the Titans.

I gazed at myself in the mirror, dressed in my beautiful black velvet wedding dress held tightly together at my bodies core by a corset like component held together by silver buttons, then flaring out at the waist. The bottom was laced and frilled. My hair was pushed back, tucked neatly behind a small black tiara adorning red rubies and supporting my black laced veil.
My foot attire was black tied up knee high boots with red laces.
"So you're really going through with this black wedding dress thing, hey?" Mikasa raised an eyebrow, making last minute adjustments to my attire.
"I probably should have told you this sooner, but black generally represents the end before a transition. Like the death of a season." She adds.
"I know, it's perfect! It's like the death of my old, somewhat tragic life and the transition into my lighter life with Eren." I smile.
"And anyways, black is a grounding colour. I'm channeling the power of the universe here."
"I guess you could interpret it that way, yes. Anyways, I gotta say though, I do love these brides maid dresses you picked for us." Mikasa replied, gesturing to her black mini laced and frilled dress sporting the symbol of anarchy on the chest, adorned by black vinyl elbow high steam punk gloves.
"Thisv isv gonva be a rockin weddin!" Sasha cheers, her mouth full of Cheetos.
"Agh- Sasha! Careful! If any orange Cheeto dust gets on that dress is going to show clear as day!" Hange says.
"I'm being careful, gosh." Sasha rolls her eyes.
"Aw- fuck it. Come here my three W's." Mikasa chuckles, forcing us all into an embrace.
I chuckle as we form into a group hug.
"Awe. You know you guys are my bitches, right?" Mikasa says softly.
I pipe up. "What?"

~Third Person Point of View~

Eren proudly observes his attire in his reflection. His hair was groomed and greased back, pushing his scruffy hair out of his face and bringing the attention onto his beautiful green eyes. His grooms outfit was entirely black with the exception of the embellishments adorning it.
His black collared shirt sported a blood red tie, neatly tucked behind a black vest which carried black buttons.
His pants, also black, were tucked in to his shin high military boots, sporting blood red lacing.
All of this was completed by an early 1900s black military over coat, with subtle red outlines and shiny metallic buttons.

"How are you two okay with all this goth shit? More importantly, how did she talk you into it?" Jean scoffs, gesturing his and the other groomsmen's outfits which were essentially black dress pants, vest closely matching Eren's with smaller buttons, black ties adorning their black collared shirts. Completed by black dress jackets closely matching Eren's however sporting black laced velvet patterns.
Eren placed his hands on Jean's shoulders. "It wasn't hard my friend, all she had to say to me was 'rock and roll wedding'."
"I feel like I'm dressed for a funeral... in the 1800s." Armin says, scanning his attire.
"Think of it as the funeral for my sadness." Eren smirks, brushing off his sleeves.
"Well, are we ready for this?!" Connie claps his hands with enthusiasm.
"Cause we have to be up on the stage in like.... five minutes." He checks his phone.

We had managed to find and old cathedral in the outskirts of Montreal.
The patrons had been kind enough to let us add some embellishments of our own, including a few realistic looking styrofoam pillars mounted by gargoyles guarding the alter. Black laced curtains lined the walls beautifully and met at the centre of the alter, flowing downwards to the awaiting groom and his groomsmen.
A priest stood at the centre of the altar, he had humoured our desire for an old timey wedding and wore an 1800s style sanctioned tunic.

I notice Connie checking his phone for the time, then whispering to Eren.
"Well, here it goes." I sigh with panic yet excitement.
Santeria by Sublime began echoing throughout the church. The song that Eren and I had first ever danced together to, the first time a bond was sparked between us.
The doors opened slowly as Levi began to walk me down the aisle,
We walked a slow pace, my eyes fixated on Eren, and his on mine.
I couldn't help but smile as his body was subtly vibrating with excitement.
I quickly glance over to Hange and Sasha who were grooving thumbs up towards me. Mikasa quickly nudged them to cut it out, then winked at me with a smirk.

As the wedding ceremony neared it's end, the priest wrapped up the precession by asking Eren if he took me as his lawfully wedded wife.
"Yes." He replies, smiling at me.
The priest then focuses his attention towards me. "And do you, [Y/N] [L/N] take Eren-"
"Yes!" I cut him off.
The priest chuckles. "Alright then, with that, I declare you Man and Wife."
The entire room began to cheer and clap, subtle whistles could be heard amongst the commotion.

After Sasha, Hange, Armin and Connie made their toasts, Levi and Mikasa stood up together to make theirs.
"Mikasa and I decided to do this toast together due to our similar circumstances." Levi began.
"We both had to look after dysfunctional misfits who can barely tie their own shoelaces. Let alone toast a bagel to feed themselves." Mikasa adds.
"HEY! I can fry eggs now!" Eren exclaims.
"And I use a TOASTER oven now. So hah!" I add.
"As I was saying..." Mikasa scowled.
"I think it was pretty obvious that these two nitwits belong together, because between the two of them, they may be able to compose an entire brain. Love you girl! But, you're helpless!" Mikasa gestures towards me.
"HE- I-" I stood up aggressively.
".... won't disagree." I sadly sat myself back into my chair with defeat, Eren patted my back empathetically.
"I suspected that something was going to happen between you two the second Eren walked through the door of your shitty condo. You were like two mentally disabled lab rats running for the same piece of cheese, not realizing that you're running towards each other and about to smash your skulls into one another's." Levi says, the crowd then laughing agreeably.
"All jokes aside, I have to say, that I'm really glad you two nutcases found one another. Now Eren can deal with your overdramatic drunk rants instead of me." He adds.
"Oh I already have." Eren chuckles.
"Okay is this a toast or a roast?" I scoff.
Eren wraps his arm around me, shaking me playfully.
"Honestly, I thought this guy was gonna end up marrying a 52 year old ex stripper who could put up with his over reactions towards literally everything." Mikasa states.
The crowd laughs and agrees.
"I don't over react to everything!" Eren scoffs. I wrap my arm around him with sarcasm, shaking him playfully.
"You threw your shoe at my T.V when you found out there was only one season to Freaks and Geeks after it ended on a cliff hanger!" Jean shouted.
"You also get mad every time the term top ten is brought up!" I add.
"You know that stuff is all based on personal preferences! You can't call something top ten just because it's your opinion of what's top ten! What if my opinion is different?! My opinion matters too ya know!" Eren exclaims.
"Case and point." Mikasa retorts.
"But anyways, Levi and I agreed that we wanted to make this short so we could get to the partying." She adds.
"So without further ado.." Levi begins.
"Here's to the bride and groom." Levi and Mikasa hold up their glasses as everyone cheers.
"Now let's get to the first dance of the evening, shall we?" Levi says, gesturing to the DJ as Eren and I walk towards the dance floor.
We stand in front of one another waiting for the music to play.
The lights dim to a blue, and the disco light begins to spin.
Eren places his hand on my hip and we embrace each other preparing to dance.
A slow violin begins to play as Eren and I slowly waltz around each other. Suddenly, a record scratch his heard.
The song Buddy Holly by Weezer begins blasting in the background.
Eren and I quickly let go of each other and start doing our own dance moves.
I, the running, him the cabbage patch.
Everyone begins to chuckle.
I slip my glove off and start waving it around the room, gyrating my hips.
Eren claps and whistles, as I slap the glove to the floor we begin flamenco dancing around each other.
"Olay!" Eren shouts.
"Uh- Oppa!" I shout back.
"That's Greek you dummy!" Eren chuckles.
"I mean- Olay!" I clap.
We begin spinning each other around Titanic style. "Never let go, Rose!" Eren exclaims. "I won't let go, Jack!" I chuckle.
"Okay- maybe let go, Rose! I'm getting really dizzy!" Eren yells.
"I'm sorry, Jack!" I say, backing away from him. Suddenly, I slip on the glove falling back into a table.
"FUCK!"