#oly cicada

[wagonfruit]

Alright, probably the last ones for today (unless I get a second wind, kekekeke) Two of my favourite chars of all time <3 Oly Cicada & a young Queen Bastet

[legacycrossoverdiaries]

In which Tony and Mayua FINALLY get married...

All the guests have arrived! Hatshepsut and Arthur Stiles are thrilled to be there, naturally.

Hattie: “I see the Mitchell’s didn’t bother to get a sitter for their offspring.” Arthuro: “Yes, well, they probably own a mini-van.” Hattie: “True, we are far too stylish for such a thing.”

Anita and Ryan Murdock seem a little more enthusiastic…well, Anita does anyhow.

Anita: “Four of the little beasts, eh Mitchell?  I think we can beat that, Ryan!” Ryan: **wishes his wife was less competitive**

Or maybe he’s just wondering how Pili keeps his head so smooth.

Ryan: “Does he wax…?”

On the other side of the aisle we have all four Mitchell children, and Horus, who brought his wife, Ophelia.

Poor Justin doesn’t look super thrilled to be here.

Justin: “Weddings are so boooring!” Cassidy: “You’re fine, Justin, omg.”

The music begins to play, and (completely on cue, because that’s how the Mitchell’s roll y’all) Diana and Terry kick off our little procession.

Ophelia is very impressed.

Cassidy: “Aaa!  Don’t they look amazing?!” Justin: **sulks**

Tony waits by the wedding arch, trying to ignore the smirks of his co-workers.

Strangely armed, Father Oberon, who is officiating the ceremony, glares at the air around him… I guess he doesn’t like the pretty stardust halo?

Oberon: “What is these things?!”

The wedding party is in place! Oly produces some sort of remote control and presses a button.

Instantly, the music shifts into something a tad more matrimonial…

Terry: “Oh my goodness!” Tony: “What–what is she wearing??” Terry: “Tony, you are a very lucky man…”

Mayua seems unaware of the sensation she’s causing at the altar… or is she unaware?

Tony: “Mitchell… I don’t think she’s wearing any underthings…” Terry: “Heh, I think you’re right about that.”

Hattie has apparently made the same deduction… or perhaps she’s disappointed that someone else has more cleavage on display?

Hattie: “I knew I should have gone with the side-boob dress.” Arthuro: “But if you’d done that, we would have never made it out of the bedroom...”

Tony: “This is unacceptable!  Who let her wear that–that– napkin?!” Terry: “Just enjoy the moment, Tony, that’s all for you, remember?”

It wasn’t though, was it?  Not that he could tell Mitchell; Pili wanted them to play along, didn’t want anything about the cover-marriage leaking out in case it got Hunt deported.

Tony: “She will get cold.”

There.  Full of husbandly concern.

Justin looks less thrilled than one would think, for a teenage boy… but he is looking!

Cassidy: “I bet mom fainted when she saw that dress.”

Terry: “I do wonder how those little straps of cloth keep her so… suspended.” Tony: “You will immediately cease wondering about Hunt’s breasts.” Terry: “I was just thinking that whatever it is, I should get some for Diana!” Tony: “Sure you were.”

Though perhaps Terry isn’t the only one wondering such things.

Pili: “You think it’s boob tape?” Oly: “Nah, I think it’s those little clingy gel cups.” Pili: “Never seen those, you gonna show me later?” Oly: “In your dreams, bald man.”

Mayua: “Antonio.”

Tony: “Hunt…” Terry: “Give her your hand!”

Tony: “Piss off, Mitchell, I know what to do.” Terry: “You look lovely, Mayua.”

The Priest stepped forward.

Oberon: “No more delays!  Take your places, let us begin this thing!”

Oberon: “Dearly, ah… le persone amate… what is this called again…”

Tony: “Beloved.”

Oberon: “Ah, sì!  Grazie.” Tony: “Prego.”

Pili: “See?  Told ya; Spanish!”

Oly: “You’re a fucking moron, you know that right?”

Tony: “Wow.” Mayua: “Perhaps our kind employer is less clever than I had supposed.” Oberon: **clears his throat loudly** “DEARLY BELOVED!”

The rest of the ceremony went pretty smoothly.  Father Oberon said a bunch of stuff, Tony made some vows and put a ring on the little psycho’s stabby finger…

…And she did the same.  Pity they left out that part in her vows about ‘obeying’; Tony was pretty sure that would’ve come in handy at some point.  Oh well.

Then it was done.  Except for one thing.

Oberon: “…you may kiss your bride.”

Tony could tell right off the bat she was up to no good.

Sure enough.  The little psycho grabbed him in a head lock.  Yeah, it probably looked all sweet from a spectator’s point of view, but he could feel the heel of her palm pressed against a very important artery in his neck.

Tony: “Absolutely no biting, you feel me?”

She pressed her hip into his groin.

Mayua: “Yes, Antonio, I do feel you.” Tony: “Let’s just get this over with already.”

He wasn’t prepared for it.  Probably should have been though; Hunt did everything with unbridled passion.

Including kissing.  Maybe especially kissing?  He idly wondered what else she did with unbridled passion…

It went on for a while.  Tony felt his heartbeat banging against his chest… and other parts of his anatomy.  Slowly, her deathgrip on his neck relaxed, and he forgot about their audience.

When she pulled back, at last, he almost leaned forward to kiss her againm byt caught himself in time.

Tony: “What the hell was that?”  His voice sounded hoarse in his ears.

Mayua: “Many apologies for the biting,” she replied, with an unapologetic little grin.

[legacycrossoverdiaries]

In which Tony is taken out back...

Terry: “I know all this is a lot to take in, but seriously, Tony--can I call you Tony?”

Tony: “Sure; it is my name.”

Terry: “Trust me, Tony, I know that your fiancée probably said she didn’t mind a court house wedding, but she definitely minds a little... women dream about their wedding day!”

Tony: “Hunt dreams about knives.”

Terry: “Don’t worry, she’s going to be so happy when she sees all of this!  I know you and I have never been the best of friends--”

Tony: “Quite the understatement.”

Terry: “I get it, we’re really different people, and you put up this big wall between yourself and everyone else... but I like to think of myself as a bit of a wall climber!”

Tony: “If you attempt to climb me, Mitchell, it will not go well for you.”

Terry: “Oh look, Oly’s almost done setting up the DJ booth!”

Terry: “Hey, Cicada!  Looking good over there!”

Oly: “Yeah, you know it T-Bone, almost got this bitch sorted out.”

Terry: “Sounds good, ehehehe.”

Tony: “Any further attempts at puns will be met with violence, Mitchell.”

Terry: “You’re not going to spoil my wedding spirit with idle threats, Tony, not tonight!”

Tony: “I assure you, the threat was not idle.”

Terry: “When Pili told me about you and Mayua, I have to admit I was shocked!  Neither of you seem like the marrying sort, exactly... I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

Tony: “I am not offended, your deduction was uncharacteristically astute.”

Terry: “But they say there’s someone for everyone!  I’m glad that’s true, and I’m glad we could give you love birds this gift... I mean, yes, there won’t be much of a Christmas party this year, we pretty much soaked up the whole recreation budget, and took personal donations, but it was worth it for two of our own on their special day!”

Tony: “A foolish waste of resources.”

Terry: “You won’t think so when you see how happy your bride is!  I wonder if she’ll get choked up...”

Tony: “Why, do you plan on presenting her with a dissected kitten?”

Terry: “Let’s take a stroll down by the river until they’re ready for us!”

Tony: “Are you currently armed?”

Terry: “Granite Falls is so lovely this time of year; Diana and I will definitely be keeping it in mind for when we renew our vows!”

Tony: “How did you score a looker like her anyhow?  Did she lose a bet?”

Terry: “Oh haha, funny Mister Corleonesi!  I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent partner and father.”

Tony: “Why do I feel as though you are about to lecture me.”

Terry: “Aw, just a bit of friendly advice!  I do have experience with this stuff, after all!”

Tony: “I assure you, your ‘advice’ will not be relevant to my marriage.”

Terry: “Have you thought about kids at all?  I have four--”

Tony: “There will be no children--”

Terry: “Ehehe, you say that now, but just you wait!”

Tony: “I assure you, no amount of waiting will make a difference.”

Terry: “Oh...OH!  I’m so sorry!  I didn’t realise... is it you or Mayua?  Never mind, I shouldn’t ask, it’s none of my business!  There is always adoption though!  Or fostering; lot’s of children in need out there, looking for a good home.”

Tony sighed.  This already felt like the longest night of his life, and it wasn’t even really started yet.

Tony: “Save your pity, Mitchell, and your advice... I am not above shoving you into this river.”

[legacycrossoverdiaries]

In which we dance and bet this wedding out...

Ceremony.  Dinner.  (Terrible) speeches.  Cake; after all the usual wedding activities were endured, it was finally time to wind the evening down with some dancing.

For the first time since he’d stepped out of the car, Tony found he was beginning to enjoy himself.  It helped, of course, that Mayua was a capable partner.

Father Oberon, who was Oly’s very strange roommate, was also apparently a licensed bar tender… he spent a great deal of the evening glaring at anyone who dared to order drinks.

Cicada manned the DJ booth, churning out sufficient music…

…and Mitchell’s spawn were unnaturally well behaved, though he did catch the oldest girl shooting him some very cow-eyed looks throughout the evening.  Something to put in his pocket for later, when she’d grown up a bit and he was less married.

Mayua: “There is something especially interesting over by the uptight man’s offspring, it would seem.”

He must’ve been grinning a little at the thought of defiling Mitchell’s daughter.

Tony: “The boy looks pretty miserable, can’t say I blame him.”

She clamped her arm up around his shoulders.

Mayua: “Ah, yes, the boy, of course!  But despite his grumpy face, this boy is surely beginning to enjoy himself, you are thinking, I am sure!”

Tony: “Yeah, I think he might be… just a little.”

The woman chuckled, and spun herself around, her breath misting out at the exhalation.

Tony: “Come on, there’s no way you’re not cold, just admit it.”

Mayua: “How can I be cold?  My husband is keeping me very warm,  you see.”

Tony: “Suit yourself, little psycho, I’m still willing to give you my coat.”

Another throaty laugh.

Mayua: “Such a gentleman, who would have thought this?  But no, how would you admire this very lovely dress I am wearing if I am covered in coat?”

She spun around again, making said dress flare… well, what little there was to flare.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was flirting with him.

Arthuro: “They’re taking bets at the bar on how long it will take for Corleonesi to knock her up… what do you think?”

Hattie: “She is very feisty, hm, perhaps on the honeymoon?”

Arthuro: “It’s true, these feisty women are good at getting themselves pregnant sooner rather than later, aren’t they?”

Anita: “I’m telling you, they’ll wait!  It’s hard enough to be a woman in this industry, she’s not going to jeopardize her career by taking mat leave right after joining the team!”

Ryan: “D-does this mean we’re not going to compete with the Mitchells??”

Ryan: “Thank you, Watcher!”

Pili: “Eh, I’m still putting them down for no kids; don’t either of them seem like the type.”

Anita: “You know something we don’t, boss?”

Pili: “Nah, it’s just a hunch!”

Oberon: “You are all very stupido!… You will be putting me down for 3 months, yes?”

It was so easy to get carried off while dancing.

To let yourself get swept away by the music…

…and the movement.

Mayua: “Is something the matter, Antonio?”

Tony: “Ah…no.  Everything is fine.  Just fine.”

Just fine…

That’s it folks!  Put a fork in this wedding, it’s done! Next we have the honeymoon Mr. and Mrs. Corleonesi never asked for...