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Luka was going over his vows again when Marinette came to his dressing room to get him.
“Adrien needs you,” she sighed. “He’s freaking out.”
Luka’s heart stopped. “Does he not want to get married?”
“No, no, no!” she assured, hands flailing like wounded pigeons. “It’s not that. He just…he’s freaking out, and I think you need to go talk to him before he has a full-blown panic attack.”
That was all Luka needed to hear. “Lead the way.”
Muffled commotion could be heard from the hallway outside of Adrien’s dressing room as Luka gave a hesitant knock. “Adrien?”
Silence fell.
A beat, then, “Luka? What are you doing here? It’s bad luck to see one another before the ceremony.”
Luka took a deep breath. “Marinette said you were freaking out.”
“No, I’m not,” Adrien huffed.
“Yes, he is,” Nino called from inside. “Get in here.”
“Your call, Adrien,” Luka informed, letting his fiancé decide.
There was silence again for a moment while Adrien deliberated.
The door opened, and there was Adrien in a white tux with his hair styled into a tussled, slightly spikey arrangement. He looked every bit as good as his photospreads back when Luka used to keep a stash in the bottom of his desk drawer before they’d started dating, before Luka had ever dared to believe that the day would come when he’d be marrying Adrien Agreste.
It was a substantial amount of time before Luka realized that he was gawking. It took an additional three seconds for him to realize that Adrien was equally awestruck.
“You look amazing,” Adrien breathed, his nerves quieting. “Like, you look better than any model I’ve ever seen.”
Luka broke into a laugh. “Have you looked in a mirror lately? You…I don’t have words for how ethereal you are. I’d play it for you, but Jules is holding my guitar hostage until after the ceremony.”
Adrien quirked an eyebrow. “Why?”
Luka shook his head. “I was driving everyone crazy playing out my nerves. She said she was too pregnant to deal with me.”
Adrien laughed, nodding. “Yeah. That tracks. You’re nervous?”
Luka shrugged, smiling bashfully. “May I come in?”
Adrien gave a start and stepped out of the doorway. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
“If you’ll excuse me,” Nino chuckled, sneaking out. “I’ll be waiting down the hall where I won’t be able to hear you guys in case you get loud.”
“Nino,” Adrien hissed.
Nino shrugged, saluted, and shut the door behind him.
Adrien gave a snort.
“Come on,” Luka snickered, placing a hand on Adrien’s low back and guiding him over to the chaise longue to sit. “You okay?”
“Nerves,” Adrien sighed. “It’s not that I’m second-guessing our relationship or anything, so please don’t think that,” he rushed to explain. “I just…I don’t know.”
Luka interlaced Adrien’s fingers with his own. “It’s okay. I get it. I’m feeling really jittery myself, and I know without a doubt that I want to be your husband officially and very publicly in front of all of our family and friends. I know I want this…but I’m still getting stage fright.”
Adrien nodded. “For me, it’s like…I just want to skip ahead to tomorrow where I wake up next to you in our new bed in our new home in our new life. The wedding feels like such a production, and I know that’s because I made it one, but…”
Luka leaned in, giving Adrien’s temple a kiss, careful not to mess up the hairdo. “I hear you. My mom always raised me to think that weddings and marriage were pointless wastes of time and money, but I always thought she was wrong. I’ve always wanted to find someone to marry and to celebrate our love in some kind of public ceremony. I’ve been wanting this, and it feels like a big deal, so…it’s kind of daunting.”
Adrien took a deep breath. “I feel a lot calmer with you beside me.”
“Yeah,” Luka agreed. “I was kind of freaked out before too, but now…”
“Now, I’m thinking that if I’m with you, maybe this won’t be such a big deal,” Adrien finished. “We’ll get through it together.”
Luka squeezed Adrien’s hand. “You know, there’s no one else I would ever even consider doing this with.”
Adrien nodded, starting to tear up. “You’re it for me…. Are your vows going to make me cry?”
“Probably,” Luka chuckled. “Are your vows going to make me cry?”
Adrien laughed his musical laugh. “I don’t know. They make me cry.”
“You look gorgeous when you cry,” Luka assured, giving his fiancé a tender look.
Adrien gave a snort. “You really think that? I’m an ugly crier.”
Luka shook his head. “I still think you look beautiful. I don’t enjoy seeing you cry, but I think you’re still attractive doing it.”
Adrien hummed softly. “Well. Now I know you really love me.”
“With everything that I am. You’re the missing notes to the song in my heart,” Luka quoted his vows.
Beginning to cry, Adrien smiled and admitted, “I didn’t know what love was until you taught me. I didn’t understand everything that love was, everything that word could mean.”
Luka leaned in pressing his lips gently to Adrien’s. Pulling back, he confessed, “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this deeply for another person until you showed me day by day how much further down you could reach inside of me. I still don’t think I’ve hit my limit. Each day I just keep loving you more.”
Adrien nodded. “You make me fall in love with you over and over again every single day. I’m looking forward to a lifetime of that.”
“Me too,” Luka whispered, feeling his heart fill up with indominable joy.
“Let’s go get married,” Adrien whimpered, almost begging.
“Let’s go get married,” Luka agreed, stealing one more kiss for the road.
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