Imagines Irish and British people

Let it all go (Second Part) Schofield x Reader

The altar had become a shroud; escaping from it was more of a choice. It was a necessity. When all ears was on Y/N's response, all she felt like doing was to shout. The delay in the words that were supposed to seal what was supposed to be the best day of our life was getting more and more unbearable. It felt like falling low, or drowning with no way to surface back again. She had mercy for the groom she had been told to love but most and for all, she had mercy for her own case. She wondered when things started to go to garbage. She wondered what would have happened if Will had never come back or if she had learnt he had died.

What if she was not able to marry anyone else than Will? Silence hung in the lit church and wrapped the whole scene with an uncomfortable weight. Finally, Y/N answered the clerk that had concern in his eyes and an open mouth prompt to ask a third time. Y/N smiled at Will and apologized to the venue:

"I'm sorry... I can't...", she affirmed, confident for the first time in donkey's years. And then. Then, she walked out, followed by Will that could not believe what just happened. She dared what he had dreamt of. Once outside the church, the two of them could not stop laughing. They had nowhere to go and no money to provide but they at last were free, together and in love. From afar, the groom's family swore that Y/N was a harlot that had been too blind not to wed a rich and promising young man. Y/N could not care less as Will's hand pressed even harder over hers.

As they were on the run, Y/N finally acknowledged what all of this would imply. She would probably never see her family again, they would probably never forgive her. But yet again, Y/N could not care less. As long as she had Will in her life, the world was her oyster. She would be more than happy to wake up every day, she would be more than happy to walk alongside him for the rest of her life. They would soon start a family and come to the conclusion that the only family that matters is the one you make for yourself.

Will and her had been walking for hours when they stopped in a small village. The spire of the church amid the the hamlet was sparkling as the day was being chased away by the night. Sure-footed, Will spoke and formulated as a dare:

"Let's get married here and now"

Y/N looked at him and then at her wedding dress she still had on. Soil and grass had recovered the pure silk of alabaster on the ankles. It certainly was not how she had pictured her wedding with Will to be but ever since, the day had started off so badly, she considered it was the best way to end it, to ward off a spell. It was somehow even better than what she had hoped for.

She displayed a chaste kiss on Will's lips and nodded at him. "Let's!"

Will talked to the local priest whereas Y/N was in charge to find two people willing to be their best men and collected enough flowers to arrange them into a posy. In barely ten minutes, the case was solved. Will was standing by the altar, where he had longed to be for so long. Y/N joined him as the dusk was taking over the small chapel, covering the impromptu venu with a familiar heat.

Held this way, this ceremony brought tears to both their eyes. They both had dreamt of a much more formal wedding but this one was perfect. This time around, Y/N did not hesitate as she exclaimed that yes, she would take Will as her lawful husband. 

Soon after, they left the church for the second time of the day. Although no ring showed their new union, their pounding hearts were the natural proof of it.

"I don't want to run anymore. I have everything I had wished for and even more", uttered Will on the forecourt. And on those words, they concluded that they should settle in the village as they promised each other to make the other complete glad for evermore.