NaraMis oneshots because that's fun

Wedding Day

//Author's note— This is kinda an old story,, I store most of my stuff on Google Docs then h o a r d it, so ye. This is back when I preferred GioTrish so be weary comrades

Narancia had been a bit nervous as he sat in front of Trish, who was making him a flower crown. He was wearing a black dress with a bouquet of multicoloured flowers, like what his sister-figure beside him was using to weave that headpiece.
"It's just... I dunno, Trish...." Trish looked up at him, slowing down what she was doing. He shrugged. "It's just like... What if I fuck something up? What if he says 'I don't'??"
Trish set down her work, still keeping it together. "Don't worry, bro!! He's been with you for four years now, almost five. I know how much he loves you." She quickly finished her work and put it on Narancia's head. "You can keep this as a good luck charm."
He lightly smiled. "Thanks, sis..." He adjusted the crown on his head, then looking down at his arms. She noticed what he was doing almost immediately. Nara slipped down his long gloves a bit, looking down at the faded scars on his arms. Tears fell down onto the lacerations.
"You okay?.." She reached out and grabbed onto his hand, which made him flinch. Narancia looked back up, and to her surprise, he was smiling.
"I'm so glad I made it to this day... I very vividly remember my last attempt... I was on the floor and Mista was doing everything to keep me alive... I remember saying, 'I want to live long enough to be Narancia Mista' before blacking out.... I swear I could hear him crying through that, telling me to stay with him..." He sniffled. "I'm so glad I survived..."
She slowly smirked. "I'm so glad you survived also..." She paused for a moment. "If you ever have kids or something, make sure they call me aunt!!"
He smiled. "Sure, as long as your kids call me uncle!" He lightly chuckled.
"Of course! You're basically my brother, ehe,," They then heard music, and Trish stood up, picking up her basket of assorted petals, holding her hand out to help him up.
Narancia walked in front of her, Abbacchio walking beside him and linking arms with him, walking him down the aisle. Nara looked up at him, smiling, feeling tears well up in his eyes. Abba had looked so happy in that moment, contrasting from how he usually was so gloomy.
Mista was standing at the altar, flustered. He was wearing a white suit, grasping onto the black tie out of nervousness. Trish, in her light pink dress, was throwing the petals around. Bruno was sitting in the front row of seats, sobbing already. Bruno muttered to himself, "They grow up so fast..."
Ghiaccio, who was beside him, responded, "He's been here for 22 years, that's not fast at all.." Melone slapped him.
"You get the man's point.." Melone mumbled to him. As Narancia had stood in front of Mista, the crowd went silent.
The priest spoke up, "We are gathered here today for the wedding of Mr. Ghirga and Mr. Mista..." In Narancia's mind, his voice trailed off, as he was unable to focus on anything else.
The smaller, effeminate male was making sure he didn't cry as he looked up at his partner, who had a dorky smile with tears silently falling down his face. He returned the smile, beaming as his grasp tightened on the flowers. He could barely hear or notice anything else. That is, until Mista had to say his vows. Hearing his voice had melted away all of his anxiousness, almost.
Mista took a deep breath. "Narancia, when we first became best friends, fuck it, when I first saw you, and I really got to see you soon, I couldn't help but fall in love. I-I didn't want to, because I was convinced that I was straight, ehe.. But I just wanted to be your boyfriend so bad. It seems as if I got more than I asked for.." His grin widened, tears now falling out of his eyes at a more rapid rate.
"Mista, god I don't know what to say.. When I found myself falling in love with you... And you just enchanted me, with how cute you were.. Your smile, and the way I was always able to make you so flustered, and-and even your weird as fuck laugh, hehe... And just, how nice you were to me, and how you could always make me laugh, and blush, and... God, I just love you, you big idiot..."
Abbacchio, who was sat down beside Bruno, had begun to cry as well, wrapping his arm around his husband and making him lean on his shoulder. "They remind me of us.."
Bruno looked up, tears still rolling down his cheeks, and responded, "Except I'd call you a big asshole!" He kissed his lover on the cheek.
The priest followed up, "Narancia, do you take Mista as your lovely wedded husband?"
"I do."
"And Mista, do you take Narancia to be your lovely wedded husband?"
"I do," Mista smirked, "I mean, if that'd be alright with you, of course."
Narancia cupped his head with his hands. "Kiss me already, you dumbass!!" he exclaimed, giggling. Mista brought his arms around his waist, bringing him in for a kiss.
As they broke the kiss, Giorno quickly walked up with the rings on a pillow. Narancia carefully put a ring on Mista's hand, holding back his tears, in his best attempt to not ruin his makeup. As Narancia held a shaky hand out for Mista to put the ring on his finger, he couldn't hold back the waterworks, and he just began sobbing.
Narancia looked away and told his new husband, with a shaky voice, "You know, when I was in that place... I never even dreamed anything this good would happen to me... I thought I was gonna die so early... But I was proved wrong." He looked back up at him. "You even helped me with my trauma from that time! I honestly don't deserve you!"
Mista hugged him again. "I don't deserve you!" He lifted him up bridal style, and Nara just felt himself melt in his arms as he looked up at him, his lips curling into a smile.
"You're everything I could have ever dreamed of, and more.." His arms held on tight around him as he was carried. Narancia threw his bouquet into the crowd, Trish catching it. She kinda stared at it for a moment, before realizing what she had just done, her eyes lighting up as she smiled at Giorno.
Mista walked down the aisle with Nara gently laying in his arms. They were both crying as he set him down in the passenger seat. Narancia rolled down his window, waving goodbye to everyone as they drove off.