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"What if they're not out there?" Logan asked, their nerves shaking their voice. They adjusted their tie for the fifth time, staring into the floor-length mirror. "What if they decided this is stupid and they went home? What if--"

"Hey." Damien got to his feet, peeling himself away from the couch he had seated himself on while waiting for Logan to get ready. He stepped towards them and took their tie from their hands, tightening it before straightening the collar of their shirt. "Do you really think they'd leave?"

Logan shrugged slightly, their eyes darting towards the door, as if they could see through the walls to know if they were out there.

"Right, because they just up and decided on the biggest day of your lives that they don't love you anymore." He let sarcasm drip heavily from his tongue, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smirk. Logan rolled their eyes. "They'll be out there. You know Remus - do you really think he would let them leave?"

Roman paced his dressing room, chewing on his thumbnail. Every few seconds, he looked up from the floor, towards the door. After what seemed like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a couple minutes, there was a knock at the door, and Roman lunged for it. He opened the door to see Remus standing there, a black clothing bag in hand held above his head to keep it from dragging on the floor.

He grinned that cheshire cat grin of his and pushed his way into the room, hanging the bag on the hook on the door.

"What are you doing in here, Remus?" Roman hissed, closing the door behind him before anyone else got a view of him in nothing but his spanx. "Where's mom?"

His smile faded and he turned to Roman. "Her and dad called about five minutes ago. They can't make it."

"What do you mean they can't..." His cheeks flushed pink in his anger. "They waited until right now to call and say that? They couldn't have said that earlier when they were supposed to fly in?"

"Roman, it's going to be okay."

"No, it's not. We have to cancel. We have to.... To.... I can't go out there. I'm leaving." He grabbed his clothes and started shoving his legs into his jeans.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll there, princess." Remus snatched the clothes from him, yanking the pants away from him quick enough to knock him on his butt. "You're going out there, and you're getting married."

"I have spent months planning this wedding, Remus, and if mom and dad aren't here, what's the point? It's all ruined!" He reached for his clothes, and Remus jumped back, holding them behind him, far out of Roman's reach.

"You have spent months planning this wedding, princess, and I'm not going to let you ruin it because our shitstains that call themselves parents couldn't be bothered to show up. They think just because they paid for this whole thing that they don't have to make an appearance. You get dressed, and I will find you some parents."

Before Roman had time to recover from his confused shock, Remus was gone, bringing Roman's clothes with him so Roman wouldn't be able to leave.

Virgil walked out first, his arm looped through gran's. The music drifted softly through the conservatory as he walked up to the center of the room. When he reached the center, gran let him go, tears in her eyes, and went to stand to the side.

Logan was next, their eyes teary and their arm looped through Damien's. When Virgil laid eyes on them, he smiled, his hands trembling in the sudden nervousness that wracked through him. Damien stood with Remus.

Patton came out with one arm looped through his mom's and one through his dad's. He paused when he saw Logan and Virgil, a grin spreading across his face, and bounced on his feet. Well, as much as his heeled boots would allow him to, anyhow. He all but ran down the aisle, held back by his parents. They stood with gran and Dr Picani.

Roman was last.

He stepped out of his dressing room, each arm looped through those of two strangers. He glanced towards Remus, confusion apparent on his face even through the grin. Remus shrugged, nodding. He had pulled two strangers off the street to play Roman's parents.

Virgil was going to faint.

He was literally going to faint.

They were all so beautiful.

Logan in their black tux, the blue tie drawing attention to their eyes.

Patton in his tan tux, the heels of his boots lifting him up another couple inches so he was taller than Virgil.

And Roman in his gown, the white skirt poufed out incredibly and the sleeves hanging off his shoulders. The only thing more spectacular than the gown was perhaps the golden, bejeweled tiara atop his head.

"Do you, Logan, take these men to have and to hold for as long as you both shall live?" Dr Picani asked, a grin on his face.

Logan nodded, tears streaming down their face. "I do."

"Do you, Patton, take these people to have and to hold for as long as you both shall live?"

Patton bounced on his feet, chewing his bottom lip, and nodded. "I do."

"Do you, Roman--"

"I do," he interrupted, grinning as his eyes teared up.

"Do you, Virgil--"

"I..." Virgil interrupted, pausing. "I have my own vows, if that's okay."

"Oh, of course."

Roman's brows pulled together in confusion and he looked from Logan to Patton. They were just as confused as he was. Virgil smiled kindly.

"I love you so much. You three walked into my life... well, "walked" is a bit of an understatement. You stormed into my life, flipping everything upside down like the hurricane that you three are. But it's a storm that I would gladly weather every day for the rest of my life. You three are... you're the things of fairytales. The feeling that I have when I'm with you is the thing of fairytales. I cannot wait to feel that every day for the rest of forever. So yes, Dr Picani, I will gladly take these three to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for the rest of our lives. I do."