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Link is twenty and he’s never been more nervous before in his life.
Ghirahim and he had been planning this moment for months, and Link had spent even longer thinking about this moment, thinking about how it could all go wrong. Thinking about how right it was going to be afterwards.
He was a jumble of nerves, and he kept adjusting his cuffs, kept wanting to reach for a sword in a sheath that he didn’t have on him. Link wanted Ghirahim’s sword close by, but he knew how inappropriate it would be in the scenario.
“Link?” Zelda opened the door to the room he was in, and he could hear the commotion coming from outside. He would have to walk in front of all of those people, up to where Ghirahim was waiting. Where they would shared their vows, and then share their life. Shit. “Are you ready?”
“I’m anxious,” he mumbled, fixing his already straight tie. Link kept going back to adjust his suit, kept going back to try and fix something that was already in place, just to keep his hands busy. “What if something happens? Like someone comes int, and-”
“Don’t worry about. Impa’s keeping watch, and no one gets by Impa,” Zelda said, laughing as she stepped up to Link. She fixed his tie, after he had ruined it just so he could fix it and straighten it out again. “It’ll be fine. You’ll be great. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m gonna worry about it,” he grumbled, running his hands down his chest to smooth out any wrinkles that could’ve been there. Link knew that there weren’t any there. “What if I trip?”
“Isn’t your mom leading you down the aisle?”
“Yes-”
“Then you won’t trip,” Zelda laughed, hitting Link’s arm lightly. “It’ll be fine, I promise. Hurry up, Ghirahim’s waiting for you,” she said, giving the man a thumbs up as she slipped out of the room.
Link rubbed his forehead, sighing. He breathed in, counted to ten, and then breathed out, like his therapist had told him to do long ago. He was okay. It was just nerves. Everyone was nervous on their wedding day. It was going to be okay.
When Link exited the room, the chatter had already died down, and the orchestra that Ghirahim hired already playing. He blushed lightly, and walked forward to where his mother was, and hooked his arm with hers. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered, looking forward.
He could practically hear his mothers smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she whispered back as she lead them down the aisle. Machi and Oolo were off to the side, standing by Zelda. Oolo was the ring barrier, since Ghirahim still forbade Machi from touching the rings, but he did end up making Machi the flower… kikwi. Is that what Machi was called or was he called the flower boy?
Link snorted quietly to himself, and pushed thoughts of Machi out of his head. It was his and Ghirahim’s day. He wanted to think of nothing else but Ghirahim.
When Link stepped up to stand in front of Ghirahim, and watched his mother go to sit by Ayla and Ruri, he couldn’t help but tear up a little bit as Ghirahim clasped his hands in front of him. “You look stunning,” Ghirahim murmured.
“So do you,” Link said, resisting the urge to grab Ghirahim’s hands.
“Good evening family, friends, and loved ones,” the officiate began, voice booming throughout the chapel. “We are gathered here today, with love and joy, as we witness the commitment and union between Link and Ghirahim.” The officiate paused, for dramatic effect, Link assumes, before he continues. “This union well be representative of many things Link and Ghirahim hold dear. Today, you follow in what our Golden Goddess’ represent. May you uphold Din’s power in your union, to fully embrace each other, and defend and motivate the other throughout all of your aspirations and goal. May Nayru’s wisdom help guide you throughout your life as you preserve your marriage, and may Farore’s courage help you remain resilient through any hardships that occur during your union. All the good, the bad, and the unexpected.”
The officiate cleared his throat, and gestured towards Link and Ghirahim. “Now, Ghirahim and Link, will you please join hands and face each other?” Link and Ghirahim nodded, and were more than happy to comply. “Ghirahim, do you take Link to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward, to join with you, to have and told hold, and share all that is to come, through sickness and health, for richer, for poorer, to cherish and be good to, forevermore?”
Ghirahim licked his lips. “I do.”
“Link, do you Ghirahim to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward, to join with you, to have and told hold, and share all that is to come, through sickness and health, for richer, for poorer, to cherish and be good to, forevermore?” The officiate repeated, turning his head slightly to look at Link.
Link smiled brightly at Ghirahim. “I do.”
The officiate smiled. “Now, would the two grooms proceed to exchange their vows to the other?” The officiate smiled gently, nodding towards Link, as if indicating for him to share his vows first.
Link swallowed the lump his throat, his hands starting to clam up as he pulled his hands free from Ghirahim’s grasp to pull his vows out from his pocket. He breathed in. Now or never. “Ghirahim, ever since I met you, you gave me strength, despite how we first met,” Link started, wiping his eyes. His hands were shaking slightly as he read from the cards that he had taken out of his pocket that contained his vows. “You made me experience things I never knew I could. You made me feel like I was special, that I was worth having and loving thoroughly. You have been with me through the worst times, and when I was at my lowest, you were there to bring me back up. I have always been with you, everyday, for years now, and I will never get tired of your presence. You make me feel like I’m worth something and that I’m more than what the Goddess’ wanted me to be. You saw who I was and looked past that, and I’m forever grateful for you. You helped me figure out that I am more than a soldier, than a former captain or lieutenant, and that I can be my own person and that I deserve to be happy.” Link’s voice cracked slightly, and he rubbed his eyes, despite the few tears that strolled down his cheeks. “Meeting you and having the opportunity to love you has been the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Ghirahim sniffled slightly, as he scratched the back of his hand. “Link, you have both literally and figuratively freed me. I have not known someone that has taken the time to get to properly know me, despite the amount of people I’ve met throughout my life. You are amongst a small group of people who have wielded me, and I have never been more grateful to have you be the one to wield my sword, to be the only one I have deemed genuinely worthy of wielding me. You are what I look forward to whenever I wake up, and what I expect to find whenever I am lost. Your are my guiding light, Link, and you were and are the brightest thing in my life, when all else has been dismal. When I am with you, I feel whole. You complete me, Link, and you compliment me. I have become a better person because of you, and for you. You are everything I want to be and more, and I am honored that you have deemed me important enough to not only bound yourself to me as my wielder, but as well as my husband. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better than you, my love.” Ghirahim didn’t bother wiping away the tears that collected in his eyes, and Link wanted nothing more than to hug his fiance right then and there, to express how much Ghirahim meant to him, to show him how much he loved the sword spirit.
There were clapping that came from the loved ones that sat, watching them as they showed their love. The officiate smiled. “Now, will the ring barrier please come forward with the rings?” Oolo made a small sound, before waddling up to Link and Ghirahim.
Link chuckled, kneeling down as he could take the rings from Oolo, thanking the Kikwi quietly as he walked back to where he stood next to Machi. He handed Ghirahim the ring, while holding one in his hand still, as he held Ghirahim’s held still.
Ghirahim chuckled, smiling happily. Their hands were shaking slightly. “Now,” the officiate started, “your rings a promise to one another. The never-ending circle is a symbol of an infinite, unbreaking love. Ghirahim, take this ring and place it on Link’s finger, and repeat after me, if you will.” The officiate waited until Ghirahim slipped the golden band over Link’s left ring finger. His finger twitched slightly, and Link willed himself to calm down. “Link, I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”
“Link,” Ghirahim repeated, squeezing the Hylian’s hands, “I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”
“Link take this ring and place it on Ghirahim’s finger, and repeat after me, please. Ghirahim, I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”
Link breathed in deeply, unable to keep down the tears that he tried to wipe away. “Ghirahim, I give you this ring as a symbol of the promise I made to you today.”
The officiate smiled. “Having pledged your love and promise to one another today in front of friends, family, loved ones, and the Golden Goddess, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”
Link cupped Ghirahim’s cheeks, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, faintly tasting salt from stray tears that ghosted over Ghirahim’s lips moments ago. Link cried as he stepped, back, covering his mouth as he heard all of the cheers that came from their loved ones.
“Congratulations Link and Ghirahim! Friends and family, it is my honor to introduce to you the newlywed couple!”
Ghirahim grinned widely, hugging Link once more, the Hylian laughing loudly when the sword spirit lifted him up, and Link wrapped his arms around Ghirahim’s neck, raising his left hand to show off the wedding band that Ghirahim had just slipped on his finger moments ago.
He felt Ghirahim place a chaste kiss on his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss Ghirahim on the lips once more.
Link couldn’t have asked for a better moment.