This is also a hostage situation - shook - but some people want me to try and rewrite LPAG and i’m not sure if i can do that, but i wanted to practice with hostage and trixya, but the hostage is very low key, just to see if i could get in the mood. It’s short, and the ending is up to you, but enjoy. it’s honestly more fluffy than anything
“My Dearest Katya,
You may be wondering why I’m writing a letter like some old lady, a lady older than you if that’s possible, and it’s because it’s the day. The day i’m suppose to not be a shady cunt, but- oops- that’s already out the window. I wish I could tell you all of this in person, but it’s bad luck for brides to see each other on the wedding day and I don’t chances after i saw the curse of pearl happen right before my eyes. I’ll keep this short and to the point : I love you. I know I’ve probably said it a million times, but it’s so true, and it’s been true since we first met. We make that offical today, but i just had to let you know, before you say ‘I Do’ that you mean everything to me.
P.s. If you reference Contact or Tatianna lyrics during the vows, i will kill you. Xoxo”
She smiled down at the fresh white paper, with Trixie’s hand writing on it, dotting every ‘I” with a heart, in gel pink ink. Some things never change, but she was so glad for them as she both laughed and cried over the letter. It was so simple, but it was just what Katya needed, and Trixie knew that.
“Let me see that!” Alaska said as she reached her long nailed fingers out to snatch the paper, only for Katya to hold it to her chest protectively.
Alaska immediately pouted, and Violet from over by the mirror of the dressing room chimed into the conversation as she fixed her bridesmaid’s dress to make her waist look as tight as possible.
“Alaska, she’d not gonna let you read a love letter from Trixie,” Violet exclaimed getting Alaska’s attention off the letter and onto her flawless face. “and you shouldn’t expect her to let you do that anyway!”
“I just want romance and love.” Alaska said as she slumped down on the sitting room couch, arms crossed still pouty as she always was.
“You have Jinkx.” Violet reminded her, thinking she was crazy to forget someone that meant as much to her as Jinkx did.
“Yeah, but Jinkxy doesn’t write me letters, she just falls asleep and stuff.” Alaska responded, the pair having their own conversation Katya left without them noticing.
The letter still held tightly against her chest she closed her eyes. She was so overwhelmed, her anxiety practically making her want to vomit all over her wedding dress. So many people, so public, and just so cliche.
Now Katya wasn’t saying she didn’t want a marriage, especially to someone as special as Trixie Mattel, she just didn’t know it’d be so traditional. She always pictured herself eloping, private and memorable, just drunk enough to know it was the right choice but not feel any worry. After meeting Trixie, she simply just pictured whatever she wanted- knowing she’d do anything for that girl, including letting the bridesmaids wear pink.
Trixie was the kind who had a scrapbook, and thought about it all her life. She wanted the big flowy princess gown, and the extravagant cake, and the most amazing partner that she could do it with. Trixie might have first started making the scrapbook at 12, but the barbie pink was still as relevant to her as ever- and so it was.
“Katya!” she heard pull her out of her thoughts, turning around to be hit in the face with a bouquet of flowers.
Alaska and Katya didn’t mean to hit her face, but the second they did they were still as ever not knowing how she’d react while under such pressure. But the second the familiar laughing sound of Katya rang out the pair let out their laughter and just forget the stress for a bit.
They were drawn out by the sound of knocking on the door to the large dressing room. Alaska got off the couch and went to it, opening it slowly to make sure it wasn’t Trixie.
“Trixie’s all ready,” Pearl said as she was let into the room. “Judging by just how long it took her to do everything perfect, you’ve been ready.”
Katya just smiled to herself at how Trixie it was to only just now have finished, especially since she started getting ready before Katya.
Pearl made her way to the couch, and sat down next to violet who grabbed her face immediately and kissed her.
“What was that for?” Pearl asked, although smiling after receiving the kiss.
“There’s just so much love going on, and I love you Pearly.” Violet told her.
“Awww,” Pearl said taking her hand into hers looking at her. “I know.”
Violet scoffed and wacked Pearl with her free hand, knowing Pearl couldn’t just let them have their cute little moment. Violet liked the spotlight and needless to say, a wedding that wasn’t her’s wasn’t giving her that.
“I love you too, Pumpkin.” Pearl said before standing back up. “But I gotta get back to Trixie and Kim, it’s go time.”
“Who says ‘go time’ when referring to a wedding?” Katya said looking over at Alaska who was still at the door, closing it as Pearl made her exit.
“The same girl who says flazeda all the time.” She responded, making violet lose her shit as she often did when it was brought up.
Katya just took a deep breath in, and out. This was technically ‘go-time’ , time for her to go and try to not fuck the wedding up.
“Wait!” She screamed out loudly, scaring Violet and Alaska who were ready to go out and begin the wedding. “I gotta get shit out of my system so I don’t make this the weirdest wedding ever.”
Violet just looked over at Alaska confused, Alaska doing the same back before both turning to Katya.
“See me with them hands, make contact with me, fuck, shit, bitch, dick, cunt whore, ‘Mother, I’m visiting the devil again’ Tracey Martel, and thwoorp triple combo.” She spewed out, feeling a weight off her shoulder as she did.
“I’m ready.” she said smiling walking out the door past her very confused bridesmaids.
———
The wedding ceremony was oddly perfect the way they Trixie and Katya were perfectly odd. The pair doing their own vows had no issues with any references popping up, Katya was glad to say she didn’t puke, Trixie’s ‘huge as the room’ dress didn’t get caught on anything, and everyone they loved was there to share in it.
Katya said she didn’t want this, and it was still true she probably wouldn’t have without having her Trixie’s huge influence on it, but she enjoyed it as she kissed her bride after just being told to do so.
Her hands found Trixie’s waist and she kissed her like she needed this to be the kiss to show just how much she truly loved the girl. The bridesmaids back in their seats, all eyes were on them and how much love they shared.
They pulled apart after what seemed like forever, being brought into the real world where everyone was smiles and clapping in the room. The pair themself was smiling so much it hurt, even with red lipstick all over Trixie now like she hated.
The eyes were all pulled off the happy couple however when the door to the venue was kicked open and a man walked in shooting a gun into the air.
“Everyone stay in your seats!” He yelled pointing his gun at people now instead of the air. “Bride and Bride find a seat!”
The man looked as if he was supposed to be there, in a nice tuxedo and nice hair to match, but most wedding guests didn’t shoot at your guests, and they also were people you knew- and nobody knew anyone with eyes as cold as this man, and a trigger finger so ready to bust if he saw movement.
“Move!” he screamed again, making Trixie and Katya scramble into a seat in the front row, holding each other’s hands desperately. “I’d hate to kill someone on your wedding day!”
‘No he wouldn’t’ that much was clear to everyone who was holding their breath, shocked to go from the most amazing couples wedding to whatever the hell this was.
Mina knew. She’d been in denial till now, but she knew he’d be won over by some other woman, someone that wasn’t her. It wasn’t fair though, she’d known Khalid for years now, they were practically inseparable. That is, till his to-be wife Erin interrupted that world of theirs.
"….What would you like me to say? I mean, ya know, aside from ‘Congratulations’."
She wasn’t happy, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be a little bit supportive of her friend. But the relationship never felt real to her, it always appeared to be forced and it irked her, constantly getting under her skin. It was mostly jealousy, but the two girls never did see eye-to-eye.
Khalid half shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure why he was there. He knew she wouldn't be overly excited. Her and Erin had never gotten along and he'd barely spoken to her himself in the year since the engagement.
He also knew she was perfectly aware of the situation. It wasn't as though they didn't still have friends in contact or attend the same gatherings.
"I don't know," he finally answered. "Anything would be nice."
He paused, shuffling in her doorway, "You didn't respond to the invite..."
He hadn't expected her to. It had been a fight whether or not to invite her in the first place, one that he won with the argument that they rest of the group was going. Erin had been banking on a no and he knew it.
