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wedding bells || scenario - tseng

anonymous asked: A scenario of tseng having his wedding with reader after the whole mess that has happened

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It's a spontaneous decision, something he's not used to, but it feels so right. Today is a day where he will willingly accept these foreign feelings and emotions, where he accepts the pounding heart, butterflies in his stomach and sweaty hand. He lets the tears gloss his eyes when he sees you, decked out in your best attire, escorted down the isle but one of your surviving loved ones.

The sight of you grounds him, reminds him just of how close he came to losing you, how easily you could have slipped between his fingers had he and the Turks not helped evacuate Midgar. The relief he felt when he finally found you washes over him again, and despite how exhausted you looked and how covered in grime you were, he had embraced you and kissed you so passionately it knocked the breath out of you. But now you were safe, clean and as well-rested as you could be.

And you were about to united with him forever.

Your hands feel so real, skin so soft, and he can't believe he ever let himself dedicate himself to the Turks more than you. He barely hears the marriage officiant as he relays the usual spiel, too focused on your eyes, the tiniest changes to your expression, the gentle caress of your thumb against the back of his hand. The ceremony seems to last forever, and he only knows that it has ended when you lean in towards him, and he willingly accepts your kiss, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

Friends and family and the others who have gathered to witness the miracle among the chaos cheer loudly, chattering excitedly among themselves. They cheer even louder when you finally pull away, and Tseng can't help but chase your lips, pressing a final, tender kiss against them, pouring all his love into it. He reciprocates your smile when you show your dazzling grin, intertwining your fingers with his and leading you down the makeshift isle, observers continuing their cheering.

He's so full of love, so glad he can call you his, so glad you're willingly to marry him even after all the evil he helped to spread. As you walk away, onlookers shouting their congratulations to you as you pass, your entourage following you, he bends down, whispers promises into your ear. Promises of the wedding you've dreamed of, promises of a safe and secure future, promises of a good life.

When he kisses you again he knows everything will be alright, because even if the world around him is in shambles, you're stable, secure, and the one who he loves most in the world.