the speeches // arara + felix, reva & oliver
Asher exhaled as he rested his head on Terrorâs shoulder, one leg of his laid on top of the other manâs thigh as he nearly sat in his lap, sipping at a large chute of champagne as he exhaled. Dinner just barely started, they hadnât even gotten to the cake and already he was exhausted. He was just about ready to drag his husband back to their bedroom for some serious hardcore dirty⌠sleep. For real. He was just about ready to fall over or something.
But dinner was being served, and he was only half interested. Really, it all looked amazing and lovely and perfect, but he was exhausted and to be honest eating was the last thing on his mind. Toying with the ring on Terrorâs finger, he looked up when he heard a soft clinking against glass.
Felix grunted as he stood, clearing his throat as he tapped his knife against his glass, trying his best not to break it. When he was pretty sure he had everyone's attention in the room, he exhaled slowly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a tacky bright yellow piece of lined paper with scribbles all over it. "Now... Y'all know I don't like to give speeches much. 'Specially this table," he gestured to the family's table, shooting Benji a glare so he wouldn't try anything. "I know that I guess it's pretty weird that I ain't a friend, but I'm Terror's son. I guess if none of y'all knew that, yeah." He furrowed his eyebrows and cleared his throat as he looked down at his paper.
"Pop came into m'life when I sorta needed him most, and he adopted me and brought me into the family, and I've never been more happy fer that, cause I was... I was in a low place. Uh, I think I know him pretty well, 'cause, well, the man told me bedtime stories and dressed me in the mornin' and well, hell, he bathed me, so I'd say I know the man pretty well." He shifted and furrowed his eyebrows, scratching his forehead before continuing. "Pop's always been a prety confident and at'em boy guy, but I remember when, um, he first told me about Asher. 'N, well, I'd never seen 'im like it and it was pretty interestin' to see the man that was pretty solid all m'life to be such uh, well, excited, I guess." He furrowed his eyebrow. "It was nice when I had dinner with 'em for the first time, cause you could see that they were just really uh, in love."
Clearing his throat, he wiped his mouth and tried to ignore the shaking in his hand. He blamed it on the cast. "I guess what, uh, I'm tryin' t'say is, well, when pop came t'me 'cause he fucked up and didn't know how t'fix it, and I gave him that one last encouragin' step honestly, I didn't think it would end with a marriage, but I guess it worked out pretty well. I don't think two people fit better t'gether than you two do, and I'm proud to call both y'all my.. parents, I guess." He exhaled and bit the inside of his lip. "I know that Pop has been the best man to me all m'life, and he'll be an even better husband. So with that, I uh, raise my glass to both of you." He cleared his throat, folded his paper back up and stuffed it in his pocket again before lifting his glass along with everyone else, taking a drink and sitting down.











