the wedding of the living dead / infamous if / nikita/seven, nikita/orion / teens and up / 3.4k words
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notes: it's the wedding fic. you're welcome! (and i'm sorry!)
The wedding invitation is beautiful.
That is possibly what depresses Seven the most. The red envelope, the carefully chosen golden font, the expensive quality of the carton, the neatly hand-signed names at the bottom. It's all so perfect.
Nikita Rose & Orion Quinn.
The perfect happy couple who are cordially inviting Seven to their perfect and happy fucking wedding.
He would actually rather kill himself than go.
He can admit to himself quietly inside his head that he doesn't want to watch Niki kiss another man and promise to love him forever and ever right in front of him. He can picture it so clearly. Niki's happy, loving smile that used to be reserved only for him – the way the corners of his mouth curl and his stupid blue eyes light up like the sea during a sunny day.
It's so messed up that he still remembers how soft Niki's lips were against his own when they kissed for the first time all those years ago when they were so fucking in love that nothing else mattered.
Seven is so lost in his thoughts that he jumps when his phone beeps loudly in sign of a text message. He sighs and picks it up. And stops.
