This is Over

Brandon Roberts | Beta Werewolf | 24 | Ravenna's Pack "If you really think I wanted this, that I wanted to become the very thing I hunted, then you're not only wrong, you're a goddamn idiot. Don't ever make that assumption with me again, do you understand?" ~Brandon to a former colleague

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[vengefulroberts]

Mio fratello, 

I cannot thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me and for our packs. I couldn’t ask for a better packmate, friend or brother. I know of your struggles along the way and know you well enough to know they may rear their heads now and again. Never lose faith in yourself and those who love you. I’ve told you before but want you to hear it again: you are a good man, and a good wolf. It is possible to be both in one. You have proven that many times over. 

I will miss you terribly. Thank you for letting me be part of not only your wedding but your life. It is my honor. I will let you know when Lauren and I set a date at some point and expect you to return the favor. There is no one else I want at my side on that day. 

You and Francesca take care of each other. Watch out for each other. Love each other. And call often. Be happy, fratello. 

I am so proud of you. 

Ti amo

- Nicola

[agewithoutmistakes]

torrance and cats im so clever

[vengefulroberts]

Wear White and Be Mine | The Wedding

[huntressfrankie]

Nope. Don’t hit him. Minister present. Would be a sin… in whatever way that could be claimed. Holding her breath, the slight panic set in. He wasn’t saying it. The look, the small paling took over her features. Brown eyes wide, and then— that bastard. She wanted to whack him good and hard in the stomach, but the words broke, her heart stammered as it tried to regain what once was a normal pulse. Shaking her head, she couldn’t be mad. Hell, annoyed all she liked, but it was what he did. It was one of the things she loved about him.

“I—-” She dragged out the sound, being asked the same as him. The lengthy pause, enough to not need super-hearing to know the sped up beat inside his own rib-cage. “Do. I do. Definitely do.” Frankie said, the small grin to her lips, biting down. Cheeks pink as she looked up at him, offering him a sly wink as she waited for the words they were both waiting to hear.

[vengefulroberts]

Wait. Wait, wait, was she paying him back? Say it back. Say it back! Brandon willed with his mind, going a bit pale as she had. The whine that was starting in his throat started to build. Come on, come on! She wasn't-- she wouldn't dare to-- Oh thank Jesus.

"Jerk," he whispered with a broad grin and laced his fingers with hers. This was it. They were really-- he had finally-- oh God. Screw it. The second the minister claimed he could kiss her, the very start of his words, Brandon surged forward and pressed his lips to hers. A kiss just barely suitable for a wedding, his brow touching hers, his grin incredibly happy and broad, and he pulled back slightly. This was real and she was his, he was hers. Finally. Finally, really, forever, they were each others'.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Roberts!

With his hand holding hers, Brandon grinned at his wife as cheers erupted, walking with her down the aisle.

[deanchalmers]

We’d make quite the couple, handsome as fuck for sure.

[vengefulroberts]

Man, I'm getting hitched, don't give me all this false hope now!

[vengefulroberts]

Wear White and Be Mine | The Wedding

[huntressfrankie]

The small giggle, the hand she covered her mouth with, the other still wrapped by his as she dropped her head to laugh. Dork, she thought, before looking up at him once more. Watching him recite the words, as she looked down at the ring, she should’ve known. It was just like him to do something like that. She tried not to smile, tried to narrow her eyes, scrunch up her nose, but the smile wouldn’t allow such a thing. “It ain’t fair for y’ t’ know me tha’ well, asshole.” She said, before catching herself. “M’ bad,” She whispered to the Minister, pulling a small pout before looking back at Brandon.

Mimicking the minister’s words as Brandon did before hand, she slipped the ring on his hand, flashing a look at him under dark lashes. “I’m gon’ get ‘cha back for that bling. This’ll have t’ do.” She muttered, slipping the band on his finger as she shook her head at him slowly.

[vengefulroberts]

The ring on her finger fit perfectly and broke tradition by kissing her knuckles again, now just below the ring. Sealing the symbolic promise with a kiss, so to speak. Wait, was that breaking tradition? Brandon had to wonder about that, but shrugged it off. Didn't matter, not when he had to focus to keep his own hand from shaking as his ring was placed by her hand.

"It's perfect," he managed, lifting his unadorned hand to cup her cheek, for fingers to stroke the smooth skin with light fingers. "Don't change it." Fingers grasped hers a little more firmly and he swallowed thickly when the minister asked the final question. Paused, hesitated for just a moment with play glinting in his eyes. Just long enough to maybe make her panic. "I do, I definitely do," he said after those heart-stopping two seconds.

[deanchalmers]

Thank you, Frankie said I had to look nice. You clean up pretty good too, Frankie is a lucky girl. 

[vengefulroberts]

If I wasn't head over for her, I'd whisk you away in a heartbeat.

[werewarren]

I guess since you can hate me for no reason, I can do the same. What are you gonna do, Brandon? Are you going to hurt me? I’d like to see you try.

I would never do anything to ruin Frankie’s wedding, Brandon.

[vengefulroberts]

Watch out for police sirens, Vance.

[deanchalmers]

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate wearing ties? 

[vengefulroberts]

But you look all handsome.

[werewarren]

You’re awfully grumpy for someone who is supposed to be marrying the love of his life, Brandon. 

Not sure what I did to deserve the hostility, but you really need to calm down. 

[vengefulroberts]

I have reasons with you.

You better be gone after the cake, Vance. I'm not telling you again.

[vengefulroberts]

Wear White and Be Mine | The Wedding

[kenzie-york]

Sitting in the crowd of the small party of wedding guests, Kenzie read over the program once more. It looked beautiful. Glancing up she once again let her eyes travel over the decorations that the couple had picked out. It was tasteful, breathtaking while at the same time being simple. All in all, it was a beautiful wedding so far. A small smile graced Kenzie’s lips as she studied Brandon standing up there, waiting for his soon to be wife. It was so exciting to see him almost physically bursting with the wait. 

That was when the music started up. The crowd stood and Kenzie stared at Brandon. She had already seen Frankie’s dress when she had snuck back there to see her friend. Now her eyes were upon the groom since she wanted to see his eyes light up at the first sight of his bride. It was moving to see Brandon so happy while so emotional at the sight of Frankie. Then they were together, waiting to get married. The smile would not leave Kenzie’s face.

[huntressfrankie]

Listening to him was once thing, nodding the next as she inhaled a small gust of air, puffing her chest up and exhaling slowly. Nerves were clear, her stomach flipping back and forth. But she was justified. Sure, she made it up the aisle without falling, but what about walking down when it was all done? And would someone object? She was sure if she was allowed a gun in the dress she’d shoot anyone who objected. And the most important worry that landed on her mind – now that she was in front of her soon to be Husband, and he wasn’t repulsed with the dress she chose – so far so good.

“No going back?” She whispered, hands in his, after passing off the small bouquet to Ravenna who sat nearby. “I mean, I’m already in the dress but m’ make-up is still intact.” She said, the small joke breaking a laugh before she turned her attention to the Minister. As the man spoke, standing in front of him, she wiggled her brows. “Wentworth, righ’?” She asked in a joking tone, poking fun at the soon-to-be new name she would quickly inherit.

[vengefulroberts]

Going back? Oh hell no. The squeeze of his hands to hers had to mean something, right? That meant, well.. everything. Enough so that he lifted her hands, kissed her knuckles as the minister continued to speak. Verses from the Bible, others given and he paid little attention. How could he when the woman who was mere words away from being his wife was before him, smiling, making him grin and damn near cry. Christ, he'd known his eyes would get close to being wet, that his composure would be pretty shaky.

"No way in hell," he chuckled and glanced at the minister, who lifted his brows. "Sorry." Oops, his expression read, followed quickly by mirth and delight as the vows were begun. Turning slightly, he accepted the ring that was meant for her, smiling at the shine. "Figured you wouldn't mind bling," he murmured and cleared his throat, began reciting after the minister, promising himself to her forever, through sickness and health.

[werewarren]

Chin up, Brandon. You look handsome.

[vengefulroberts]

This is a private event; invite only.

[werewarren]

Well, this is cute.

[vengefulroberts]

[vengefulroberts]

Wear White and Be Mine | The Wedding

[huntressfrankie]

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, damn it. Frankie thought to herself, one last look in the reflection before she turned away. No, she doesn’t look pale, nor sick. But she was nervous as hell. Hands trembled, as she patted down the middle of her stomach, smoothing out the fabric of her dress. She looked at her Grandfather, standing tall in his all white suit. She wanted to shake her head at it, but there was no denying he’d do whatever the hell he wanted. Her grandmother, Frankie couldn’t get into it. How a woman could go from being so full of light to having the bright beam sucked out of her for being sick. But the next step would be best for her Grandmother. She just had to move through the nerves.

Straightening up, the cue ready as she moved out the tent slowly. She could hear the small chatter. She was certain all her friends could hear the quick thudding in her chest, as she moved towards the end of the aisle slowly. Pausing for a moment, her eyes meeting his, Frankie did something only a dork like she would do. She waved. Small, enough to not make the minister all but role his eyes, as she walked up the aisle slowly. Pausing, standing before him, she paused, the colour creeping her cheeks, the smile setting up camp on her expression. “Hi.” She whispered.

[vengefulroberts]

He could hear her. Her heart beating, her breaths--how often they stuttered and had to be forced in and out. Needless to say, he loved it. Loved that they had waited for her grandparents, for he knew the reason why just as he knew what her grandfather would be wearing, what his reaction would be when he saw her. When. Soon, yes very much that.

So his heart continued his fast and hard pound, his throat suddenly dry when that classic song began to play. His tongue flicked out, wet his bottom lip and Brandon turned to see her. To stare at the beautiful redhead in white, slowly approaching with her elderly grandfather as escort. Every step and dreams became reality, his smile without question and utterly delighted. This was real, true, and amazing. She was really here. And Brandon waved back, a hint of tears starting in his eyes as she stood before him. "Hi back," he whispered and barely heard the minister request all sit after her grandfather claimed that he and her family did give her to this man.

This man being him. Oh. Oh shit, this is real. "You look so beautiful," he whispered as he held her hands, as she stood in front of him now.

[vengefulroberts]

Wear White and Be Mine | The Wedding

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The cue was given and Brandon left the waiting spot with the sparse few who had been at the head with him. Not the head but head of the aisle, rather. The thought amused him, earned a quick grin that he shared with his Woman of Honor, his surrogate sister and best friend. He waited and shifted his weight back and forth briefly, eagerly. The hour long wait, one he had made along with Frankie, had been due to her grandparent's being late to arrive; they were important to her, of course he'd wait as well.

But anytime now, anytime and the music would start and he would be able to turn around, to see her. To see the woman who would become his wife.

[sophiexroberts-blog]

There we go, I knew you’d get there. And it’s behind the back of your house, by the way. Isn’t Frankie the one who is supposed to be stressing? Holy shit- my future husband needs to come and find you to take lessons from you because that is a damn nice ring.

[vengefulroberts]

Shut- oh, whew, good! We're equally stressed, thank you; starting a marriage right. Jesus, don't talk about you getting hitched, you'll give me a heart condition!

[sophiexroberts-blog]

The weather covery thingy? Okay- I know you’re not this stupid but I have to ask or I’ll never forgive myself. You do actually have a ring for her, right?

[vengefulroberts]

Um. Tent. That's the word. Shut up, this is more stressful than the SATs. Yes, I actually do have a ring for her. See?