The chime of bells fills the cathedral, echoing off the walls, soft and delicate, full of joy and hope for the celebration of a new union.
It’s not a place that Natsu can see himself getting married in, but Lucy likes it, so that’s why they’re here.
A hush falls over the room as the music begins to play. The romantic notes of the organ begin to fill the air as the doors open and all eyes turn to Lucy as she is escorted through the door.
Natsu doesn’t hear the music. His mind is a blur, all the noise drowned out the very moment he watches her walk in.
She’s soft and elegant, she moves like water.
She’s glowing, just like she always is. She looks like she’s been blessed by the heavens themselves.
She’s a star, so brilliant and bright that he almost has to look away, lest he blind him with her beauty.
Her smile is beaming and it makes Natsu’s heart melt, just like it always has, and the moment her eyes meet his, he can see her eyes grow softer, the way they always do for him.
White is her colour, he decides. Gentle, delicate, pure of heart.
She looks like an angel and she fits the part.
Her dress fits all of her curves almost as if it was painted directly on her. Stones etch the dress and dazzle in the lights, but she outshines them all.
To say that he had not imagined this day would be a lie. Though he was not much of a romantic, visions of her walking down the aisle, clad in white, had plagued his dreams and fantasies for perhaps longer than it should have.
Marriage had never been an option in his mind until Lucy. He had assumed he would live out his adventures on his own, just him and Happy, until she came along and taught him that there was more to life than that.
Now, seeing her walk down the aisle, holding her flowers close to her chest as her hands shake with anticipation, makes him want to cry.
He wants to wail and sob and have her as forever his.
He holds himself together until she makes it to the altar, standing below an arch of flowers decorated with flowers and petals of soft pinks and yellows.
Her smile is soft and gentle and full of all the love in the world when she looks at him before she gently places her bouquet in his hands and turns to face a man who Natsu has long since deliberately forgotten the name of.
He can’t see adoration shining in her eyes when she looks at this faceless man, but he knows it’s there because it always had been. It’s the look that makes his stomach twist and turn and makes him want to wretch because he should be looking at him that way.
It makes him want to scream, to object, to take Lucy into his arms where she rightfully belongs.
And that’s all that matters.
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