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“Minho?” Jisung’s voice was quiet when he spoke from the other side of the room, making Minho abandon his attempt to tie the leather bracers onto his forearms and look up at the fairy. The second he laid eyes on Jisung, his jaw dropped, and any hope he’d had of forming coherent thought went right out the window.
He wasn’t sure where, or how, the fairy had gotten it, but Jisung had somehow found a tiny, baby pink dress with a chiffon skirt and bell sleeves that had a small poof around the tops where they sat just off the fairy’s shoulders, and a satin bodice that laced up the front and gathered around his chest. It hugged Jisung’s waist in the most sinful way, the lacing on the bodice and the V-shaped waistline working to accentuate it even more than usual.
Jisung shifted on his feet, blinking rapidly as he looked at Minho through his lashes. “Do I look okay?”
Minho was on his feet in an instant, crossing the room rapidly and wrapping his arms around Jisung’s waist. The fairy squeaked in surprise as he was pulled against Minho’s chest, melting in relaxation as soon as their lips met in a soft kiss. When they broke apart, Minho’s hands settled on the fairy’s waist and squeezed him gently, marveling at the way his thumbs were only a few inches apart.
“You look incredible, sweetheart,” Minho murmured, unable to hold back a smile when Jisung’s pixie-dusted cheeks turned pink.
“Really?”
Minho nodded, leaning in for another kiss. Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho’s shoulders, and he was fairly sure that when the fairy pulled away, he’d be covered in a layer of sparkles, too. “You ready to go?” Jisung nodded rapidly, making Minho giggle as he kissed the fairy’s nose. “Let me finish putting everything on, and we’ll head out.” The fairy giggled and bounced towards the door, but something caught Minho’s attention. “Jisung, you have to wear shoes!”
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Watching Jisung at the Renaissance Faire ended up being more fun for Minho than the Faire itself. The fairy was fascinated by every single thing he saw, his wings vibrating in excitement and leaving a trail of sparkles everywhere they went. Of course, Minho had anticipated this and made sure to save up extra money for all the things he knew Jisung would want to eat or take home. The first thing the fairy squealed over, which didn’t surprise Minho in the least, were the crowns. He watched fondly as Jisung trailed his fingers almost reverently over the beautifully sculpted metal pieces, and when he lingered on a delicate silver filigree circlet with tiny baby pink crystals nestled in the centers of the silver flowers that adorned it, he didn’t even hesitate to buy it for the fairy, and a coordinating one for himself, making Jisung blink in surprise when he carefully nestled it over his curls. Jisung blushed, his cheeks matching his dress and the tiny crystals perfectly, and Minho couldn’t help but pull him in and kiss him right there.
“Minho,” Jisung whined softly, hitting Minho’s chest with absolutely no force at all. “There are so many people here.”
“So?” He murmured, kissing the fairy’s cheek. “Let them see, I bet they’re jealous that you’re all mine.”
Jisung smiled and threw his arms around Minho’s neck, kissing him over and over until they were both giggling uncontrollably.
“My beautiful fairy princess,” Minho whispered, and Jisung’s wings let off a small cloud of pixie dust, making a child walking by them squeal in delight. “Oh? You liked that?”
The fairy nodded, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink as he picked up Minho’s crown and placed it on his head. “I do, my prince.”
They continued through the Faire, stopping here and there to buy trinkets and treats. A shared glass of mead that was mostly drunk by Minho, because they’d recently discovered that Jisung’s alcohol tolerance was abysmal at best, two matching daggers, three fruit tarts for Jisung, and a secretly purchased set of silver filigree rings later, the pair found themselves standing in front of a stand labeled ‘The Pickle Priest’, with Jisung bouncing while he tugged on Minho’s sleeve. “Can we get some? Please?”
Minho chuckled, kissing the fairy on the nose. “Of course, sweetheart.”
Jisung’s wings flittered in excitement as he hurried up to the stand, his eeys wide with wonder as the man greeted them. “Who’s next? You? Approach.”
Minho stopped beside the fairy, wrapping an arm around his tiny waist and pulling him into his side as he regarded the Pickle Priest with a nod. “Hello, good sir.”
“Do you want pickles?” The Pickle Priest looked at them for a moment, then nodded to himself. “I suppose that’s why you were in the line.”
He nodded. “Yes, sir. Two of your finest pickles, please.”
“Two!” The Pickle Priest exclaimed loudly. “So be it.” He took the cash Minho held out to him, then fluffed his cloak out behind him as he turned to the giant barrel in the booth, reaching in with a pair of tongs to pull out two giant pickles and slip them into little bags. Once they were safely wrapped, he picked them up and held them over his head, tipping his chin up and closing his eyes. “I bless these pickles in the name of all things good and pickle.” The Pickle Priest held the blessed pickles out towards the pair. “Your pickles, highnesses.”
“Wow,” Jisung murmured, his eyes glued to the Pickle Priest as he took his pickle. Minho couldn’t help but giggle at the fairy, taking his own pickle and trying to tug him away from the booth. He was almost successful when something caught Jisung’s eye and made the fairy gasp as he spun and grabbed Minho’s face. “He does weddings! Can we have him marry us?” Immediately, the fairy looked mortified, clapping a hand over his mouth as his eyes blew wide and a small cloud of pixie dust poofed off his wings. It’s not like Minho hadn’t thought about it; he bought the rings that day for a reason. He just hadn’t realized that Jisung had been thinking about it, too.
“I do have the time,” the Pickle Priest piped up, clearly trying to suppress a smile in order to keep up the persona as he leaned down and whispered, “it’s not legally binding, though.”
Minho couldn’t help but laugh as he turned back to Jisung, reaching into his pocket and finding the small velvet pouch he’d tucked there earlier when the fairy was distracted. “Well, I was going to wait a bit longer, but…” He pulled the rings out and dropped to one knee.
Instantly, the pair was covered in a cloud of pixie dust as Jisung squealed out a Yes! and tackled Minho with a kiss. He caught the fairy, laughing into the kiss as the few people who’d paused to watch or wait for pickles clapped and cheered. Once he was able to get Jisung to loosen his hold enough for them to get up off the ground, they joined hands and turned to the Pickle Priest, who had somehow gotten a big, wooden spoon and was holding it over his heart.
“Are we ready to proceed?” The Pickle Priest looked between them, waiting for their affirmative nods before proceeding. “Please tell me your names.”
Jisung looked at Minho, his eyes full of sparkles and mischief. “He’s Prince Minho.”
Minho chuckled, squeezing the fairy’s hands gently. “And he’s Princess Jisung.”
“Excellent!” The Pickle Priest exclaimed as Jisung’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink than his dress. “Let us begin.” He turned to Jisung, regarding the fairy with a nod. “Princess Jisung. Do you accept this man, his barrels, his brine, and his girthy dill?”
Minho met Jisung’s eyes, surprised to find them brimming with tears and a heart-shaped grin on the fairy’s face. “Absolutely I do.”
The Pickle Priest turned to Minho. “Prince Minho. Do you accept this fairy, his barrels, his brine, and his girthy dill?”
He felt his own eyes prick with tears, unable to contain his happiness at the fact that he was marrying Jisung. It didn’t matter to him that it wasn’t legally binding, because the fact that Jisung was so eager and happy to promise himself to Minho for the rest of their lives was the most important part. “Of course I do.”
The Pickle Priest nodded. “By the power vested in this spoon, I unite thee maritally in the light of the pickle faith.” He waved a hand between them, then turned around. “You may hug it out, let me look this way.”
Minho looked back at Jisung, finding a matching beaming smile on the fairy’s face as he pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Another cloud of pixie dust poofed around them, but at that point, Minho was too happy to be phased by a little more glitter. When they broke apart, he cradled Jisung’s face in his hands and wiped the tears off the fairy’s cheeks. “I love you, sweetheart.”
Jisung laughed, reaching up to wipe the tears off Minho’s cheeks. “I love you too, darling.”
And they lived happily ever after.
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