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"I am NOT wearing this."

Vaggie stalked out of the dressing room, glaring daggers at everyone who dared muffle their laughter with their hands.  "This has me showing more skin than I'm covering!  ABSOLUTELY not!"

Angel Dust laughed, leaning his head on his hand.  "Aww, but it fits ya like a glove!  Brings out yer eyes too."

"And what's wrong with showing some skin, huh?" Cherri asked, leaning forward so her chest was almost spilling out of her top.  "Gotta show the goods off for the girlfriend, doncha?"  She and Angel laughed, high-fiveing each other over the furious blush that Vaggie took on.  Vaggie looked close to materializing a spear right then when Charlie poked her head into the dressing area.

"Hey, what's the commotion in here...oh for -ANGEL!  We agreed no joke dresses!"

Angel pouted, crossing his arms.  "Yer no fun," he muttered, taking another dress from the rack and handing it over to Vaggie.  "Here, this one.  Lord forbid I have some fun with my grooms-ladies."  

Charlie rolled her eyes with a smile.  "So have you found your dress yet?" she asked.

Angel nodded.  "Close base to it," he said.  "Gotta alter it a little.  No one sees it before th' wedding day though."  He leaned back.  "So, how's th' Hotel comin' along?"

"Pretty well.  Niffty's almost done with decorations, and everyone's just waiting for the confirmation on everything.  Dresses are the last piece."  She sat down next to him, tucking her legs up and hugging them.  "...You two ready for this?"

"More than ready," Angel replied, running a finger over his engagement ring.  "I know it's Hell and I know we've got time but...feels like more than enough time has been wasted.  We want our good thing."

"You just wanna fuck," Cherri said frankly with a cheeky smile.

"Cherri!" Charlie yelped.

"You want that monster deer dick."

"Not untrue, but I can do that anytime."  Angel looked up when Vaggie came out in the actual dress.  "See?  I have good taste."

Vaggie huffed, but couldn't find anything to complain about the dress; her set was a magenta pink in a strapless sweetheart-bodice knee-length bell skirt style.  "...okay, what's the catch?" she asked. 

"Nope, that's th' one I picked out.  Cherri gets th' red one."

"...no shit?"

"No shit.  You can keep it too for whenever."

Cherri stripped where she stood, tugging the dress in red on.  "Still can't believe you picked Molly over me for your maid of honor!" she huffed, adjusting her breasts in her top.  "SO lame."

Angel rolled his eyes, smiling.  "...look, not gonna lie, th' only reason I'm doin' it is because Husk is Al's best man.  I'm tryin' to set her up with him.  She could use a nice guy."

Charlie smothered giggling behind her hands.  "Oh no, you're NOT!" she whimpered.  "Does Husk even know?"

"No, let's keep it that way."

Cherri modeled the dress in front of the mirror.  "Hey, if it's to help a gal pal get some dick, I'm in," she said.  "Won't lie, his wings ARE pretty sexy."

"Aren't you gonna make your boyfriend jealous, Cherri?" Angel said with a smirk, returning the middle finger she gave him.  "Hey, he's invited just for you as long as he keeps his kids at home."  He examined his clawtips.  "Also if he does anything to fuck up th' ceremony, I won't be responsible for where Al sends him.  Or whether or not he'll be a part of th' reception meal."

"Got it.  Can I wear fishnets with this?"

"Knock yerself out."  Angel turned to Charlie.  "You have your outfit?"

Charlie nodded, smiling.  "Sure do, pressed and ready to wear," she said, tucking her legs under her.  "Excited?"

Angel sighed.  "Like you wouldn't believe, babe," he breathed.  "...I literally never thought I'd be here.  In a relationship.  Engaged.  Getting MARRIED.  Like...wow."  He leaned his head on a hand.  "I couldn't be happier."

Charlie beamed.  "Me neither, for you," she said.  "Like...it's sad you guys won't be in the Hotel as much after, but you'll be MARRIED and HAPPY."  She rubbed her cheeks.  "I couldn't be happier for you!"  She started rubbing her eyes.  "Nooo, not again...!"  

Angel had a tissue ready for her, turning to Cherri and Vaggie.  "You guys good for th' dresses?"

"Yep!"

"Sure."

"Alright then!"  He whipped out his phone, texting for a moment.  "Wedding tomorrow it is."

Charlie yelped, falling out of her chair.  "TOMORROW!?"

"Yeah."  Angel shrugged.  "Everyone's been on standby waiting.  Dresses were th' last piece, and we're ready t' go."

"But what about a rehearsal!?" Charlie fretted, pulling at her hair.  "I mean, we've gotta get this right!"

Angel smiled, plucking her up and setting her on her feet.  "Princess, as long as we're there sayin' the 'I do's', it'll be right."  He kissed the top of her head and went to go pay for the dresses, taking a phone call en route.  "This is Angel Dust."

"We got everything set up," Arackniss's voice spoke through.  "Food, drink, security."

"That's why you're my best man.  See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."  

Click

 

Charlie did feel that her initial panic might have been unwarranted.  The next morning she woke up to the Hotel fully decorated, food set out in the newly-cleared event room, and everything ready and waiting.

She was sure the few spider demons she saw lurking around had something to do with it, but she wasn't complaining.  Angel's family had offered their services to make sure it went on as smoothly as possible, and they were apparently very good at what they did.  Seems Angel was right, all they had to do was show up and perform in the ceremony.

Going back upstairs, she found that Angel had gone on lock-down in his room forbidding anyone from coming in.  As far as hair and makeup and dress went, everyone figured three pairs of hands could get the job done.  

Cherri had gone to the Hotel with them yesterday and was already in her dress, true to her word in wearing fishnets and a pair of red pumps.  Vaggie just wore hers with sensible white stockings and pink shoes.  Molly wore a longer dress as maid of honor, keeping with the sweetheart neckline to match the other ladies, and was in charge of hair.  She at very least made Cherri's hair smoother and side ponytail tidier.

Charlie herself wore a bell-sleeve white shirt under a black vest and black slacks.  She had Molly help pull her hair into a simple updo with a few hair combs.  They were putting the final touches on when Niffty scurried in, wearing a poofy red dress and waving around a pillow that the rings would go on.  

"We're starting soon, are you all ready yet?" 

"We're about ready, Niffty," Molly said with a smile.  "And is Angel ready?"

Niffty beamed, looking almost dreamy.  "Oh, he looks DIVINE, which is really saying something considering we're all profane here!  Oh boy, is Alastor one heckova lucky guy if he was marrying just for looks!"

Charlie giggled as Cherri and Vaggie both made gagging motions, shushing them.  "And how are the boys doing?  All ready?"

"Yep!  SO!"  Niffty straightened up, all business.  "Charlie, you go down first since you're officiating and meet up with Alastor!  Then Husk and Molly, followed by Cherri and Arackniss then Vaggie with Crysta-Beth.  I'll go down with the rings, and then Angel will come last escorted by some of his cousins.  Angel and Alastor wrote their own vows, so YOU just need to stick to the script!"  She pointed to Charlie.  "After that, it's time for food.  Everyone got it?"

"Question," Vaggie asked, "who's Crysta-Beth?"

"Oh, another of Angel's cousins!  She's filling in as a grooms-lady since a spot opened for one of the Ushers."

"...why would -"

"No more questions!  Pick up your flowers and let's go!"  Niffty zipped out of the room, calling for order.  Molly giggled and picked up her small bouquet of red and pink roses.  

"Might as well, since everyone's ready," she said, almost hopping in place.  "Oh, my baby brother's gettin' married, I'm so happy!"

Cherri, snatched hers up, grinning.  "Hope you bitches don't mind gettin' down and dirty when the bouquet toss comes around!" she said with a menacing grin.  "Last wedding I went to, I punched my sister in the face to get it!"

"Why the hell would you do that?" Vaggie demanded.

"Well the bitch wouldn't throw it at me, I HAD to turn her white dress red!"

"NO punching faces!" Charlie said sternly.  "It's a fair toss, got it?"

Cherri rolled her eye.  "Got it.  No promises for the garter toss though!"  She scurried out to the second-floor landing where everyone else was congregated and waiting and immediately latched onto Arackniss, who looked like he'd rather do anything but.

Husk was fiddling with his bowtie, grumbling as he tried to straighten it and went stock still when Molly hurried over to fix it for him, his wings shivering behind him.  Vaggie located Crysta-Beth, a dark grey spider who seemed to have the opposite of Angel's clothing affinity and was dressed in a tux with a feminine pompadour hairstyle.

Everyone murmured among themselves until they heard Molly let out a loud gasp, turning around to see Angel walking up.

Angel Dust HAD gone for white for his wedding, the dress almost blending into his fur.  It was an elegant piece, floor-length and trailing slightly behind him, cut to fit his curves almost perfectly.  The top was in a high-neck halter style fitted with lace over the bodice, and it was completed with a trailing floor-length fur vest and white opera gloves over his four exposed arms.  His hair had been curled and pinned to create a faux bob style, one side having a pearl-and-feather comb pinning it back.  

Everyone could only stare in awed silence as Angel walked up, the lace detailing of his dress and the silvery shimmer of his makeup making him even more breathtaking a view to behold.  There was hardly any time to gush over how beautiful he was before Niffty sensibly put everyone in their lines and waving over the landing rail to cue the music.

A simple piano and cello melody began, and Charlie gave Angel one last squeal and a look that promised SO many hugs later before heading down to the stairs to the front where the few gathered guests were seated and Alastor was standing with anticipation.

Alastor was dressed in a fully-black three-piece, the only colors on him being his red tie, a pink boutonnière, and his ever-present monocle and microphone.  Even from the stairs Charlie could see his smile was wide and excited, and the closer she got to standing with him up at the front, the more apparent the static in his aura was.  It only made her feel more that this wedding was a real blessing to everyone involved.  

"Nervous?" she whispered as Husk and Molly began their descent.  Alastor's aura shifted with a crackle of changing stations.

"Not at all," he said.  "Anxious, mostly."

"That's a good thing."  Charlie straightened up as Husk and Molly parted ways to opposite sides, and Charlie could see a definite extra poof to Husk's wings and a blush on Molly's cheeks.  

Cherri and Arackniss came next, with Cherri behaving herself until she took her spot, blowing a cheeky kiss to Sir Pentious in the guest seat before going semi-serious again.  

Vaggie headed down with Crysta-Beth, looking just a tad flustered; between Crysta-Beth and Angel, she was mentally recanting 'I have a girlfriend and she is perfect' over and over.

Niffty came down next, holding the ring pillow carefully balanced in her hands as Fat Nuggets trotted next to her, the small pig leaving trails of red and pink rose petals in his wake.

A shift in music had everyone at attention as Angel took his turn walking down with four cousins -two in front and two behind- with absolutely none of the focus being taken away from him.  In the sea of neutrals and colors, he shone like a diamond, stealing the breath and hearts of everyone who looked at him.  His attention was solely on Alastor, smiling almost as wide as the Radio Demon as his cousins dispersed away and he took his place next to Alastor.

The music tapered off, and Charlie took a moment to look between them, seeing such anticipation and happiness and LOVE, before taking a deep breath.

"We are gathered here today to join two overlords -and two friends- in matrimony, uniting Angelo Ragno and Alastor LeBlanc together.  Forever."  

She'd already been made privy to their full names, being given permission to use them; remaking yourself in Hell was one thing, but using the name your soul came with was something powerful.

"Marriage is a promise.  It is a promise of trust, dedication, and loyalty, between two people who honor one another and choose to share their lives in every way.  This ceremony will not create a bond that connects you.  It will only seal what is already there, forge strength and power between you into something that cannot be broken.  But before any of that, have you any words you want to say?"

Angel beamed, all four hands grasping his bouquet.  "I can't think of anything to say that hasn't already been said," he said.  "Because of you, I have everything I ever wanted but never thought I could have.  A relationship.  Freedom.  Love.  Even th' power I have just...pales compared to all that.  And t' think, all it took was for me t' think outside th' box an' offer my body to you in a completely different way."  He paused to laugh a little.  "...I didn't think it would go beyond that first dinner date, y'know?  But in a way...I felt I connected with someone in so much deeper a way than I would have just havin' sex.  It worked for me.  For you.  For us.

"You made me feel valuable, y'know that?  Like I was worth somethin' when you took out Valentino for me.  When you made baby steps to be a part o' MY world too.  You took care o' me.  Of my soul.  Literally.  You shared things with me, showed me things I never thought possible, WANTED me to be in your life.  And I'm just so fuckin' happy t' be a part of it."

Alastor's smile only widened as Angel spoke, the radio effect dialing down before going silent entirely.  "Yer not that far off from my own thoughts," he said, dropping the radio tin entirely.  "I didn't care none for relationships.  Not really worth much o' my time, but you caught my interest.  It honestly surprised me how much y'wanted it t' happen, an' I was just as surprised t' feel how much I wanted it t' happen too.  An' I found out so much more 'bout ya.  Yer smart, witty, strong in a different way than what I was used t' seein'.  It wasn't long at all 'fore I began t' see you as mine.

"It wasn't 'bout possessiveness or power after 'while.  I jus' wanted ya by my side.  At my level.  An' I might've done 'bout anythin' t' bring y' up there myself.  Everythin' I had, I wanted t' share wit' ya.  Everythin' ya wanted t' give, I wanted t' experience.  I consider this one more step in a much bigger direction." 

Charlie was trying so hard not to cry so she could do her job, gesturing lightly for Niffty to come up with the rings.  Angel handed his bouquet to Molly before picking up the golden ring as Alastor took the silver one, the two of them putting the rings on each other at the same time.  Charlie stepped forward, holding her hands out above the rings on their entwined fingers, channeling her own magic through in solidifying the Hell-made marriage as finite and binding.

"By the honor and power bestowed upon me as Princess of Hell, I pronounce you bonded husbands.  Seal your bond with a kiss."

The two met in the middle, the kiss met with much more teeth and force than necessary, but left no doubt to the passion behind it.  

And that was it.  They were married.

It was a blur for everyone after that with the applause and cheering and hugs and shouts for celebration in the event room.  

There were enough wedding party and guests for several spiders to slip out unnoticed as the festivities began in earnest.

 

 

Inspiration for Angel's wedding dress!