A Saintly Wedding (Nolan North Prequel)

> Be Fancy Pants

 

You redo your tie, almost clumsily. Your hands are shaking from nerves.

Today is your big day. You're marrying your girlfriend Fleur de Lis.

"Sir, allow me."

Your right hand man, Duke Bocz, steps forward and cinches you up.

"Thank you, Bocz." You wipe your forehead with the kerchief in your pocket. "Just a bit.."

Your old friend smiles, holding out a scarf and draping it around your shoulders. "I understand. Weddings are nerve-wrecking on us men."

You both share a laugh at this, walking out the door to the waiting car outside.

As it speeds off to the chapel, you admire the passing scenery.

Soon, you'll be with your lovely bride. Forever.

 

> Be Fleur de Lis

 

You hum happily, rearranging the bodice of your wedding gown.

Today you're marrying the love of your life.

A knock on the door announces the arrival of your mother, who is dabbing her eyes carefully, as to not smudge her mascara.

"You look lovely my dear," she says, sniffling loudly.

You smile serenely and go to her, hugging her tightly. "Thank you, Mother." You peer around behind her, "Where is Papa?"

She blows her nose, "Oh, he's about. I don't think he's ready to give up his little princess just yet." You giggle, shaking your head.

No doubt he's just concerned about Fancy's...side job.

But it doesn't matter to you.

Love will conquer all.

 

> Be Fleur de Lis

 

"I'll go look for him," you move around your mother, exiting the room.

The hallway is brightly lit and you can see your father pacing further down.

His brow is furrowed, his mouth a straight line on his face.

"Papa! There you are!"

Your voice seems to snap him out of his imaginary world and he raises his head to look at you.

"Ah Fleur.You look..." his voice trails off and he looks away with a hand covering his mouth. He coughs and takes a deep breath.

He faces you again and extends his hand towards you, "You look stunning."

"Thank you, Papa," You take his hand and allow him to lead you back towards the dressing room.

Your mother hugs you again and places a yellow camellia in your hair. "Shall we go, dear? The car is waiting."

You pick up your bouquet and feel small tears prickling at your eyes, "L-let's."

 

> Be Fancy Pants

Your driver eases the car to a stop in front of the chapel, both of your families spilled out over the sidewalk.

You exit the car, pocketing your kerchief to go greet your esteemed guests.

Duke follows after you, ever vigilant.

"Ah Signora Shores, so glad you could make it," you greet one of your oldest friends. Sapphire Shores.

"Wouldn't miss this shindig for the world, hon," she replies, giving you air kisses.

You smile, "And I as well."

You enter the chapel, your guests following and scrambling to their seats.

Duke pats your back and ushers you forward towards the altar, where the old priest is waiting.

"Congratulations on your big day," he says, bowing.

"Thank you, Father Worthy."

A phone rings somewhere behind you and after a brief moment, "The bride is on her way."

Your heart beats increase in anticipation.

The crowd begins to settle down, loud 'shushes' issued by relatives to their young ones.

"Still nervous?" Duke whispers to you.

"No, no, excited really."

The door opens and the band begins playing the Wedding March.

And there she is, in all her glory.

An angel in white, the love of your life.

 

 

> Be Fleur de Lis

A Year Ago

 

"Fleur, will you marry me?"

You cough, nearly choking on the sandwich you are eating.

Sputtering you wipe your mouth with your napkin. "C-come again?"

Fancy's face flushes red in embarrassment, and he looks away shyly. "I w-was asking if you'd like to be my wife, Fleur."

A gentle breeze ruffles your hair and you smooth back your hair, looking up at the tree you and your boyfriend, Fancy Pants are picnicking under. "So sudden..."

You turn your gaze back towards Fancy, and restrain your giggles.

He looks like a wilted flower.

"I didn't think I'd get rejected." He gives you a pretty good show of looking like you've mortally wounded him.

"Oh come Fancy, you just..." you lean over and kiss his cheek. "Of course I'll marry you, silly." You sit back and go back to munching your sandwich.

"Fleur! Oh my Fleur!" he hugs you tightly, pressing his nose into your hair.

His phone rings, interrupting the moment.

"Ah sorry. Let me answer this." He stood up and walked away for a few minutes.

You hum as you eat your food, stopping only to take a sip of water.

You look at the scenery around you, and sigh happily.

The sun shines brightly over Canterlot Park, it's rays caressing all of the children playing in the nearby playground.

Their happy laughs bring out a bigger smile and you watch them as they play.

Fancy Pants returns, an apologetic look in his face.

"I'm needed back at the house, Fleur," he kneels down and begins packing up the remains of your picnic inside the wicker basket he brought. "Sorry for cutting this short."

You place your hand on his and cup his face. "It's all right. As long as I'm with you."

 

-

 

You blink, and smooth out your dress.

The doors of the chapel beckon you to come closer, and you heed the call, heels clicking loudly against the stone steps.

Your mother has already gone ahead and told the band to begin the Wedding March.

Your father offers you his arm as you prepare to walk down the aisle towards your new life.

 

> Be Fancy Pants

 

Her father is glowering at you almost as soon as he steps into your line of vision.

You do your best to not be intimidated as they draw closer to the altar.

When they finally reach the altar, you step down to receive her.

Her father holds her in place, his steely stare boring holes into your soul.

 

> A few months ago

 

You sat in front of Fleur's father, you hands gripping your slacks tightly.

This isn't a position you are familiar with.

You've always been the interrogator, never the poor sap strapped to a chair.

"I do not approve of the company you keep, the clothes you wear, or your lifestyle, Pants." his gruff voice cuts the air like a knife. You twitch ever so slightly. "Yet my Fleur thinks you're the one." He takes a deep breath and sighs. "And I only want her to be happy. Even if it's some..." he pauses, trying to find the right words.

You already know they will probably be some sort of insult.

You frown and cross your legs, waiting for his quip.

"Street rat like you."

You almost smirk. That was the best this guy could come up with?

"Sir, I promise to keep her happy."

 

Fleur and her father finally reach the altar.

You step down to take her, but he refuses to let go.

[spoiler]Meet the Fockers reference[/spoiler]

His wife has to give him a light punch in the arm, much to the audience's amusement.

Father Worthy chuckles lightly, clapping his hands together joyously.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..."

 

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"Is that it?" Nolan asks you, looking mildly bored. He shifts his elbow so his cheek is resting on his hand.

You laugh, closing the wedding photo album and getting up.

You carefully place it back among the bookshelves before making your way back to your seat.

"Yes. Why do ask, my son? Did you expect something more exciting?" you grin. "Like maybe a jealous friend storming in to challenge me for your mother?"

"Kinda?"

You shake your head and ruffle his hair much to his annoyance. "Not a chance."