The sun shines brightly over the venue, casting golden light through the large arched windows of the preparation rooms. The soft sound of orchestral music drifts from the main hall, where the ceremony will soon begin.

———

Y/N's Room

Y/N stands in front of a mirror, adjusting his tie with shaky hands. His reflection stares back at him, a mixture of excitement and nerves. Loona lounges on a nearby chair, scrolling through her phone but sneaking glances at him from time to time. She notices his hands fumbling.

Loona: (teasing) You're gonna strangle yourself if you keep pulling it that tight. Relax.

Y/N sighs deeply, letting the tie fall into place. Loona stands up and walks over, brushing his hands aside to help straighten the tie properly.

Loona: (softly) You're gonna be fine, dork. Octavia's obsessed with you, remember? You could trip walking down the aisle, and she'd probably think it was cute.

Y/N lets out a small laugh, though it's laced with anxiety.

Y/N: (quietly) I just... I don't want to mess this up.

Loona: (rolling her eyes, but smiling) You won't. Trust me. Just don't start freaking out now, okay? You're already pale enough.

Y/N takes a deep breath, nodding as Loona pats his shoulder.

Loona: Now, finish getting ready. I'll go check if the baby isn't drooling all over himself or something.

She leaves the room, and Y/N stares at himself one more time in the mirror before adjusting the cuffs of his suit and trying to steady his breathing.

———

Octavia's Room

Meanwhile, Octavia paces back and forth in her dressing room, her long midnight starlight dress swishing behind her with every step. Verosika is helping touch up her makeup while Sallie May fixes a slight snag in the fabric of the dress. Orion, dressed in a tiny suit, sits nearby in a small crib, babbling softly to himself.

Octavia: (panicking) What if I trip? What if my dress tears? What if he realizes this is all a mistake, and he doesn't want to do this?

Verosika: (calmly) Sweetheart, breathe. You're going to look stunning, and Y/N is going to be a puddle of mush when he sees you. Trust me, I know the effect you have on him.

Sallie May chuckles softly while still working on the dress.

Sallie May: Girl, that boy ain't got a second thought in his head about marryin' you. If anything, he's probably freakin' out about whether he deserves you.

Octavia stops pacing and looks at them with wide eyes.

Octavia: (softly) You think so?

Verosika: (smirking) I know so. That shy little goof is head over heels for you, and we all see it. Now stop moving so I can finish your eyeliner, or you're going to have a lopsided wing.

Octavia finally sits down, though her knee bounces anxiously. She glances at Orion, who smiles up at her with his big, innocent eyes.

Octavia: (softly) I just want this day to be perfect for him.

Sallie May finishes fixing the dress and stands up, patting Octavia's shoulder.

Sallie May: It already is, sugar. You're here. That's all he wants.

Octavia smiles nervously but starts to relax as the final touches on her makeup are completed. Verosika steps back, looking her over with approval.

Verosika: (grinning) Stunning. You're gonna knock his socks off.

Octavia: (finally smiling) Thanks... I think I'm ready.

Sallie May gently lifts Orion from his crib and holds him out to Octavia.

Sallie May: You want to hold him before you head out? Might help calm those last-minute jitters.

Octavia takes Orion into her arms, cradling him close as the baby coos softly. Her smile grows warmer.

Octavia: (softly) Okay... let's do this. So, how do I look?

Sallie May: He won't take his eyes off of you.

———

Y/N paces near the ceremonial hall, his fingers tapping nervously against his sides as his eyes dart around. Everything is set, but he still feels a gnawing anxiety that something will go wrong. Guests are milling about, and Filmmaker is enthusiastically capturing every detail with his camera.

Filmmaker: (excited) This is going to be a masterpiece! The lighting, the setup, the emotions—it's all perfect! Weddings are basically cinematic gold.

He swings the camera around, focusing on Y/N.

Filmmaker: (dramatically) And here we have the star of the show! Nervous, yet resilient, as he awaits the moment of his destiny. Perfection!

Y/N flinches slightly at the attention, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/N: (murmuring) Uh... just make sure you film the important stuff, okay? Not me... looking like I might pass out.

Filmmaker: (laughing) Relax, my friend! You'll shine brighter than any lens flare I could add. And I have 27!

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Across the hall, Moxxie and Millie patrol near the doors, keeping an eye on the guests. Moxxie adjusts his bowtie nervously, looking around suspiciously, while Millie gives a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

Millie: (cheerfully) You're overthinkin' it, hon. This is a weddin', not a stakeout. Everyone here's just excited for the big day.

Moxxie: (grumbling) Maybe, but with recent events, we can't afford to let our guard down. This is a high-profile occasion.

Millie: (playfully) Lighten up, security boy. The only danger here is someone cryin' too much when they say, "I do."

Happy Amphibian is by the ceremonial altar, carefully guarding the rings. He fidgets with his hands but stands upright, determined to keep his small but crucial responsibility safe.

Happy Amphibian: (muttering to himself) Don't drop 'em, don't lose 'em, don't eat 'em... Rings are important. Rings are sacred.

Moxxie: He's taking this seriously.

Millie: I told him the rings were bombs.

Moxxie:...Harsh, but necessary.

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Backstage

Loona steps into the room where Y/N is double-checking the setup for the flowers and chairs, even though everything is already perfect. She notices the faint tremor in his hands as he fiddles with his collar. Smirking, she walks over and pulls him into a firm hug, catching him by surprise.

Loona: (teasing) Dude, chill out before you explode or something. It's a wedding, not an execution.

Y/N hesitates but eventually leans into the hug, his nerves settling slightly. Loona pulls back, still keeping her hands on his shoulders.

Loona: (grinning) Gotta admit, I always thought I'd be the one marrying you first.

Y/N gives her a shy, flustered smile, glancing away.

Y/N: (softly) Loona, come on...

Loona: (playfully) What? You're not denying it. Leans in closer. I'm next, right?

Y/N turns bright red, stammering incomprehensibly. Loona just laughs, ruffling his hair.

Loona: Relax, I'm kidding. (pausing with a softer tone) ...Seriously, though, you're gonna be fine. Octavia loves you to pieces.

Before Y/N can respond, the room darkens slightly, and an eerie silence falls over the area. Slowly, two imposing figures emerge—Pinhead, dressed impeccably yet exuding an aura of menace, and his loyal companion, Chatter. The two walk into the room with an air of silent authority.

Pinhead: (calmly) My son.

Y/N freezes as his father approaches. Despite his intimidation, there's a softness in Pinhead's expression as he places a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Pinhead: You appear... rattled.

Y/N: (nervously) Uh... just, you know, wedding jitters and stuff.

Pinhead: Understandable. But you should take solace in this—today, you gain not only a wife but a partner who will stand beside you, even in the darkest of times.

Chatter nods enthusiastically, his rows of teeth clicking softly. Loona looks between them, arching a brow.

Loona: (smirking) Geez, way to make it sound like they're preparing for war instead of a honeymoon.

Pinhead tilts his head toward Loona, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Pinhead: (dryly) In this life, the two are not always so different.

Y/N swallows nervously, but a faint smile begins to form as he looks around at the people supporting him.

Y/N: (softly) Thanks, Dad... Loona... everyone.

Pinhead gives a firm nod before stepping back, allowing Y/N to take a moment to collect himself. The room begins to buzz with anticipation as the final countdown to the ceremony draws near.

———

Moxxie, clipboard in hand, stands beside Millie as they both review the guest list near the venue entrance. Beside them, the Cartoonist lounges against a wall, twirling an ink brush between their fingers. Their glowing eyes flick over the crowd of incoming guests with an almost predatory glee, the shimmering ink of their creations swirling faintly around their feet.

Moxxie: (adjusting his bowtie) Alright, let's go over this one more time. We've got a lot of VIPs here, so security is paramount.

Millie: (cheerfully) And we do not want any surprises!

The Cartoonist smirks, their voice dripping with sarcasm.

Cartoonist: Oh yes, nothing like a totally boring, uneventful day to soothe the soul.

Moxxie glares at them, but Millie gently pats his arm to keep him calm.

Moxxie: Okay, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli RSVPed yes, so they'll need special seating.

Moxxie flips to the next page on his clipboard.

Millie: What about Stolas's side of the family? That's bound to be... interestin'.

Moxxie: Surprisingly few. Vassago is coming. We're seating Andrealphus and Stella as far from everyone as ossible. Y/N made it clear he doesn't want drama ruining Octavia's big day. Also, why did I ever agree to coordinate security for this crowd?

Millie: (hugging him briefly) 'Cause you're the best, sugar.

Cartoonist: (grinning) And because watching you stress out is the highlight of my day.
———

Later,

Moxxie checks his watch, sighing in frustration as he looks down the road leading to the venue. Millie taps her foot impatiently while the Cartoonist idly twirls their ink pen, drawing caricatures of demons running frantically through a chaotic street.

Moxxie: (gritting his teeth) Where are they? The ceremony is about to start, and they're still not here!

Millie: (laughing nervously) It's Blitzo and Stolas. I mean, come on, sugar, did you really expect them to be on time?

Cartoonist: (snickering) Oh, I can already picture it—Blitzo blaming some convoluted excuse and Stolas just... politely agreeing.

In the distance, faint shouting grows louder, followed by the sight of Blitzo and Stolas sprinting down the road. Both are panting heavily, clearly having run a great distance. Blitzo looks flustered, his tie swinging wildly, while Stolas, despite being a prince of Hell, looks rather disheveled, his feathers ruffled.

Blitzo: (yelling, out of breath) I told you the shortcut was a bad idea, birdbrain!

Stolas: (panting, but trying to maintain dignity) I-I didn't realize the construction would still be ongoing! I thought the map said it was clear!

Blitzo: (rolling his eyes) Yeah, because trusting you with directions has always gone so well!

Moxxie steps forward, arms crossed.

Moxxie: (sarcastically) Glad you two could finally make it. Did you stop for coffee on the way here?

Blitzo: (snapping) Shut it, Moxxie! We had to deal with the most bullshit traffic this side of Hell!

Stolas: (smiling apologetically) Do forgive us, dear Moxxie. The streets were... unexpectedly hectic today.

Millie: (grinning) You boys look like you've run a marathon!

Blitzo: (pulling his tie into place) Because we did, Millie! A helluva demon-marathon through construction sites, angry mobs, and a guy selling questionable tacos.

Stolas: (adjusting his collar) And might I add, Blitzy decided running was the best course of action after the limo broke down.

Blitzo: (glaring at him) What? You wanted to wait for a tow truck during Y/N's wedding? Hell no!

Cartoonist: (chuckling) Sounds like a perfect warm-up to your roles as chaos magnets today.

Moxxie groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, while Millie pats Blitzo on the shoulder.

Millie: (reassuringly) Well, y'all are here now, and that's what counts. Now go freshen up before the ceremony starts, yeah?

Blitzo turns to Stolas, catching his breath and smoothing his jacket.

Blitzo: (grumbling) If we're ever late again, you're taking the wheel.

Stolas: (amused) Oh, Blitzy. You know I'd never survive that ordeal.

Moxxie waves them toward the building as guests inside begin to settle. The Cartoonist sketches a comical version of Blitzo and Stolas running and laughing softly to themselves as they lean against a pillar.

Moxxie: (muttering) Great. Just what we needed—another distraction.

Millie: (grinning) Aw, come on, Mox. It wouldn't be a proper wedding without a little chaos!

Cartoonist: (grinning mischievously) Oh, don't worry, Millie. I think we're about to see plenty of that today.

With Blitzo and Stolas finally inside, the rest of the preparations continue as the clock ticks closer to the big moment.

———

The grand hall is bustling with activity as guests settle into their seats. Andrealphus and Stella, standing near the back, exchange sharp glares as Stolas and Blitzo walk inside, slightly disheveled from their chaotic journey but appearing composed. Their late entrance does little to escape the sharp gazes from the scheming aristocrats.

Stella: (hissing) Unbelievable! He had the audacity to show his face here?

Meanwhile, Barbie Wire stands nearby, gently rocking Orion, who coos softly in her arms, occasionally hiding his face behind his tiny hands as nearby guests smile at his adorable shyness. Barbie seems calmer than usual, her usually fiery demeanor softened by the presence of the baby.

Barbie Wire: (smiling, softly cooing to Orion) Oh, you're just stealing the show, aren't you, little guy? Don't worry, your dad's about to have his big moment.

At the front of the room, Y/N, dressed in a fitted suit that highlights his anxious yet determined demeanor, begins making his way toward the altar. His autistic nervousness is visible in his stiff movements and the way he occasionally adjusts his tie. He pauses for a moment to glance at the crowd before taking a deep breath and continuing forward.

As Y/N approaches, Blitzo and Stolas meet him halfway. Despite their rough entrance, they both radiate a sense of support and pride for him.

Blitzo: (grinning and clapping Y/N on the back) Look at you, kid. You're actually pulling this off. Damn, I didn't think anyone could look this sharp and nervous at the same time.

Stolas: (smiling warmly, his tone fatherly) You're doing wonderfully, Y/N. I know this moment can be overwhelming, but you're going to shine brighter than anyone here.

Y/N gives a small, nervous smile, his hands fidgeting slightly at his sides.

Y/N: (quietly, with a stammer) Th-thanks... I-I just... don't want to mess this up.

Blitzo: (snorting) Mess it up? You're marrying someone who adores you, surrounded by people who've got your back—even me. You've already won, kid.

Stolas: (placing a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder) Just breathe. This is your day, and Octavia is going to be overjoyed to see you at the altar.

Y/N nods, taking another deep breath as Blitzo nudges him forward with a playful grin.

Blitzo: (teasing) Now, go knock 'em dead, lover boy.

The trio continues toward the altar as the murmurs in the crowd subside, all eyes turning to Y/N as he steps into his place. In the background, Barbie Wire continues to hold Orion, who peeks out shyly, his tiny coos eliciting a soft chuckle from Verosika and a few nearby guests.

Y/N finally reaches the altar, his heart racing, his thoughts a whirlwind. His nerves are nearly overwhelming, but his determination keeps him grounded. He adjusts his suit, glancing to his side where Filmmaker is enthusiastically filming every moment.

Filmmaker: (quietly but excitedly) This is gonna be one hell of a video, Y/N! Can't believe I'm getting to film this—you've got the best shot on film today, pal.

Y/N offers a shaky smile, appreciating the support, but his focus shifts back to the front as the room begins to fall silent.

Suddenly, the deep, rich sound of an organ fills the air as Chatter, looking regal at the organ bench, begins to play a beautiful, calming melody. His hands dance effortlessly over the keys, the harmonious tones adding to the grandeur of the moment.

The guests' gazes turn toward the entrance, where Octavia stands at the end of the aisle. She's stunning, her figure framed in her dress, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. Her steps are slow and graceful, her gaze locked on Y/N as she walks toward him. She seems at peace now, the nervousness melting into a gentle smile as she gets closer to him, the organ's music providing the perfect soundtrack for her walk.

As Octavia walks down the aisle, Y/N can hardly believe this is happening, the overwhelming reality of marrying the woman he loves filling his chest with warmth and happiness. He smiles to himself, feeling like it's all going too fast, but he knows it's the right moment. This is the person he wants to be with.

Octavia reaches the altar, and she stops for a moment, giving Y/N a smile that puts his nerves at ease. They share a brief, tender look before she gently takes his hand, her grip comforting.

Y/N: (softly) You're here... It's really happening, huh?

Octavia: (nervously laughing) I'm real, I'm here, and I want to marry you... You okay?

Y/N nods slowly, fighting back the rising lump in his throat. He leans in closer to her, quietly replying, just between the two of them.

Y/N: I'm not sure I can believe it yet... but I think this is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Their hands tighten around each other, a quiet, shared connection that fills the air as Chatter continues to play the organ, providing the backdrop to the sacred moment.

After a few moments of shared silence, a gentle hush falls over the room. All eyes are now on the front as the priest—an older demon with a calm but solemn expression—steps forward, moving between Y/N and Octavia. The organ music begins to fade gently into the background, allowing the priest's voice to take center stage.

The priest smiles kindly at them, his voice carrying an air of reverence but also an undeniable warmth.

Priest: (looking between Y/N and Octavia) We are gathered here today to witness the union of two souls, bound not only by love, but by choice and understanding. The bond of marriage is one that transcends time and space. It is an eternal pledge to care for, support, and lift each other up through every moment, no matter the storm or sunshine. Each have prepared their own vows.

Y/N stands nervously at the altar, his hands trembling slightly. He takes a deep breath, his voice soft but full of emotion. Though he's shy, his sincerity shines through with every word.

Y/N: Octavia... from the moment we first met, you've been my anchor in a world that can sometimes feel too overwhelming. You see me, not just for who I am, but for everything I strive to be. You've shown me patience when I couldn't find my own, strength when I felt weak, and love in ways I never thought possible.

He pauses, his voice trembling slightly as he looks into her eyes.

Y/N: I know I'm not perfect. I overthink, I worry, and I get caught up in my head... but with you, none of that feels so heavy. With you, I feel safe. With you, I feel seen. I vow to be your partner, your biggest supporter, and your safe place. I promise to face every challenge with you, every joy, every quiet moment. I may not have all the words to express just how much you mean to me, but I hope my actions every day will show it.

Y/N's lips curl into a small, nervous smile, his voice softening as he finishes.

Y/N: You're my star, Octavia, my constant light in the darkest nights. And I promise to love you—quietly, deeply, and endlessly—for as long as we both shall live.

Octavia's hands hold tightly onto Y/N's, her voice shaky but determined. Tears glisten in her eyes, but her words are steady and full of love.

Octavia: Y/N... I never thought I would be here. For so long, I felt like no one really understood me, like my place in this world was somewhere far away from everyone else. But then I found you. You've shown me that it's okay to be vulnerable, to be unsure, because with you by my side, I know I'm never truly alone.

She takes a deep breath, her grip on his hands tightening slightly.

Octavia: You're kind, you're thoughtful, and you see the world in ways that I don't always notice. You remind me to pause, to breathe, to see the beauty in every little thing—even on the hardest days. You've given me a love that's patient, steady, and unshakable, and I vow to give that same love back to you every day for the rest of my life.

Her voice cracks slightly, but she smiles through her tears.

Octavia: I promise to be your partner, your shelter, and your biggest fan. I'll stand with you when things get tough, celebrate with you in every triumph, and hold your hand through every storm. You're my home, Y/N, and I can't wait to spend forever with you.

She blinks back her tears and smiles, her voice softening.

Octavia: I love you, Y/N. Always.

Y/N's heart beats rapidly in his chest. His hand grips Octavia's a little tighter, as if reassuring both of them that this is real, that this is the life they will start together.

Priest: (turning to Y/N) Do you, Y/N, take Octavia to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?

Y/N looks into Octavia's eyes, his mouth dry, but the sincerity behind his gaze is unwavering. His nerves seem to fade for the moment. His voice, though soft, carries a clarity only he could give.

Y/N: (softly) I do.

The audience murmurs quietly, and Octavia's gaze softens, a little tear glinting in her eye, but she wipes it away quickly, a smile returning to her lips.

Priest: And do you, Octavia, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish, for as long as you both shall live?

Octavia: (with a warm, tearful smile) I do.

The priest nods as if confirming their vows with the universe. He motions for the rings to be brought forward, and Happy Amphibian steps up, his smile wide as he presents the rings on a golden cushion. There is a brief moment of laughter as the audience watches the reptilian creature fumble with the rings slightly, but it's a joyful and lighthearted moment.

Y/N carefully takes Octavia's ring, holding it between his fingers and sliding it onto her finger with great tenderness, as if the action itself sealed their eternal promise. When Octavia slides his ring on, it's just as delicate, filled with an unspoken strength.

Priest: (smiling warmly at them both) By the power invested in me, and by the strength of your love, I now pronounce you... husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.

Y/N steps in, gently cupping Octavia's face with both hands. The room holds its breath as their lips meet in a soft kiss, more intimate than anything they had ever shared before. It's a kiss that marks the beginning of forever—a quiet promise that rings louder than any word could say.

As the kiss ends, a few quiet cheers echo through the room, filling the space with applause, and the feeling of overwhelming joy spreads across the guests. The couple, now united in every sense, look toward the future, their hearts linked, their journey just beginning.

The reception begins with cheers as Y/N and Octavia walk into the venue hand-in-hand, their faces lit with joy. The space is beautifully decorated with sparkling lights, a stunning crystal chandelier, and a soft floral theme that complements Octavia's elegance and Y/N's warm presence. The atmosphere buzzes with happiness as friends and family gather to celebrate their union.

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The Toasts
Blitzo is the first to grab the mic, his usual chaotic energy on full display.

Blitzo: Alright, everyone! Let's raise a glass to Y/N and Octavia—two lovebirds who somehow managed to not screw this up! Here's to Y/N finally having more balls than me! And that's saying something! May they go at it till he gets another girl pregnant, then they have some decisions!

The crowd laughs as Millie and Moxxie groan. Octavia facepalms while Y/N chuckles nervously.

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Dancing
The first dance begins as Y/N and Octavia sway slowly to a soft, romantic melody. Everyone watches as they move in perfect sync, lost in their moment.

Soon after, the dance floor opens. Millie drags Moxxie into a lively country swing, while Blitzo tries to pull off breakdancing moves (and fails hilariously). Even Loona joins, grooving with some of Verosika's crew while keeping a playful eye on Orion, who's giggling in Y/N's mother's arms.

Happy Amphibian provides an impromptu performance, using his acrobatic skills to entertain the guests, flipping and spinning effortlessly.

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The Flower Toss
As the celebration winds down, Octavia steps up for the bouquet toss. The crowd of demons, imps, and hellhounds gathers eagerly behind her. Loona is front and center, determined to catch it.

Octavia turns and throws the bouquet high into the air.

Loona leaps up, using her claws to grab the bouquet midair. She lands gracefully, holding the flowers like a trophy.

Loona (smirking): Guess I'm next, Y/N. Better get ready.

Y/N flushes deep red as the crowd bursts into laughter and applause.

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The Cutting of the Cake
The cake, a multi-tiered masterpiece decorated in celestial and floral themes, is brought out to the sound of applause. Y/N and Octavia share the first slice, gently feeding it to each other before Y/N accidentally smears a little on Octavia's face. She laughs, smearing some back onto him.

Happy Amphibian and Filmmaker catch everything, from the giggles to the mess, ensuring the memories are immortalized.

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The Night Ends with a Bang
As the night draws to a close, the couple makes their way outside. Fireworks light up the night sky, casting a magical glow over the celebration. Y/N and Octavia share one last kiss in front of everyone, a perfect end to their perfect day.

————-

As the wedding celebration winds down, Y/N and Octavia change into more travel-appropriate attire. Y/N, though tired, is glowing with happiness, while Octavia still looks radiant despite the long day. Nearby, Moxxie and Millie are taking notes and preparing for their babysitting duties with Orion. The little demon is cooing and clutching Millie's fingers, already winning her heart.

Y/N kneels down in front of Millie, gently adjusting Orion's blanket as the baby squirms with a happy gurgle.

Y/N: You be good for Moxxie and Millie, okay, Orion? Daddy and Mommy won't be gone long.

Millie (grinning): Don't you worry, sugar. We'll take care of him. Ain't that right, Mox?

Moxxie (nervously adjusting his tie): O-of course! I've already color-coded his feeding schedule and outlined his nap times. Everything will be perfectly—

Millie:
Relax, Mox. It'll be fun!

Octavia chuckles, giving Orion a small kiss on the forehead before standing.

Loona stands with her arms crossed but a sly smile on her face. As Y/N approaches, she pulls him into a tight, warm hug.

Loona: Better not let this honeymoon go to waste. And don't think I'm letting you off the hook just 'cause you're leaving. You're still mine when you get back.

Y/N blushes, and Loona smirks, giving him a playful peck on the cheek before letting him go.

Verosika saunters over, tossing her hair over her shoulder and giving Y/N her signature seductive grin.

Verosika: Have fun, hubby. But don't too much fun—you'll have to save some energy for me when you get back.

She pulls him into a surprisingly heartfelt hug, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Beelzebub buzzes over, her golden glow still as radiant as ever. She's grinning ear to ear, her wings fluttering.

Beelzebub: Aww, sweetie! You two deserve all the happiness. Don't forget to bring me back some of those snacks from wherever you're going.

She hugs him tight, her energy making him feel momentarily weightless, before pulling back and winking.

Barbie Wire stands next in line

Barbie: If you don't bring Octavia back glowing, I'm gonna assume you messed up.

Y/N stammers, his face red, as Barbie pulls him into a friendly hug.

Glitz and Glam stand together, arm in arm, their dazzling outfits catching the light. They pull Y/N into a group hug, almost overwhelming him and both kiss him

Finally, Sallie May steps up, her warm Southern charm shining as she adjusts her hat.

Sallie May: Now, you two lovebirds enjoy yourselves, hear? Ain't every day you get to go on a honeymoon with the love of your life.

She gives him a strong but affectionate hug.

With all their goodbyes said, Y/N and Octavia wave as they head out. Millie holds Orion close, waving enthusiastically, while the rest cheer and send the couple off with warm smiles and teasing remarks.

Loona calls out last, smirking.

Loona: Remember, Y/N—you've got a lot of girls waiting for you. Don't stay gone too long.

Y/N blushes again as Octavia pulls him along. She kisses his cheek as they left.

———

Soon. Sinsmas!

...Oh god...that is going to be painful to write...

Originally Stolas was not going to be here. But there's no excuse he'd miss Octavia's own wedding.