[Fic][Round 38] White Lace and Promises, Rating: G
Author: Isha
Title: White Lace and Promises
Ship: Gwendal/Anissina
Word Count: 1,060
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: Schmoopiness ahead.
Prompt being used: Future
Timeline: Post S3
Summary: Gwendal and Anissina make their relationship ‘legal’.
Disclaimer: I own none of these very entertaining characters, please don’t sue me. Thank you.
A/N: Part of my Gwendal/Anissina series. Follows from ‘Spring Fever’, but can be read as a stand alone.
~
‘She already knew?’
He stared at Anissina, who looked back at him in equal surprise.
‘Didn’t she tell you?’ Anissina’s mouth twisted in amusement. ‘You should’ve told me you were planning to meet with her...’
Gwendal shook his head, stunned into speechlessness. So this was what he got for wanting to spare Anissina his mother’s hysterics.
He had been dreading this conversation for months, afraid of how his mother would react to the news that he had kept his relationship with Anissina a secret from her.
And she had behaved exactly as he’d expected, going off into tears and bemoaning the fact that her first born didn’t see fit to share his happiness with her until he was no longer able to hide it.
Panicked, he had promised her she could announce the engagement and conduct the wedding ceremony however she saw fit, and had been relieved when the words had managed to appease her.
He had wondered about the gleam of delight in her eyes when she had smiled at him once her tears were finally dammed, but he had put it down to simple happiness at the news that he would be getting married.
Now, though, he knew better.
~
The tears in her brother’s eyes would have been insulting, if she hadn’t been equally happy.
As it was, she had only just managed to stop Densham from blubbering all over Gwendal in his relief that she would finally be getting married. Harried as he was by his own family, Anissina wasn’t too sure Gwendal would have been able to take it.
Though they had never had the best of relationships between them-the fact that Densham was too narrow minded and just too stupid to understand half of her inventions had been a definite drawback-he was genuinely happy for her, she could see that.
And so she only gritted her teeth and bit down her angry response to his harebrained questions of whether she would give up her Movement for the Emancipation of Women once she was married.
After all, Gwendal understood her. He had not asked her to change in any way after the marriage-he had never imposed on her in that way, she could see now, not once in their long and tumultous relationship-and he had made it quite clear to her that he loved her exactly as she was.
And really, that was enough for her.
~
‘So, the rumor mill was right, for once?’
Gwendal turned, and glared at the man behind him. Yozak Gurrier was made of sterner stuff, however, and did not flinch. ‘You really are marrying Lady Anissina?’
‘Yes,’ he said shortly, turning away and continuing to walk down the corridor.
‘Your Excellency, your office is the other way.’
He ignored the other man, even as Yozak continued to shadow him. He would not be returning to his office.
So far, Wolfram had come by to scream at him for springing his engagement on them so suddenly-‘I wanted to get married first, I’ve been engaged longer than you have!’-the Maou had stammered and stuttered his way through his congratulatory speech, His Eminence Murata Ken had decided to take on the role of Anissina’s guardian and had had a talk with him about his ‘intentions toward the good Lady’-and he was still dreading to see what his other brother had in store for him…
If he remembered Conrart’s sense of humor, it would be-
He stopped, and stared, even as Yozak began to laugh behind him.
‘Ah, Gwendal,’ Conrart was saying, with that infuriating twinkle in his eye, ‘Mother couldn’t decide what kind of flower to have at the wedding.’ He brandished the bouquet in front of him, and Gwendal closed his eyes in horror. ‘So of course I told her she had to use Secret Gwendal.’
~
‘You would think she’d spare her own son!’
Anissina bit her lip as Gwendal paced, and tried very, very hard not to laugh. He would hotly deny it if she pointed it out, but the fact was that the Commander of the Mazoku Army, His Excellency Gwendal von Voltaire, was whining.
He had tried to wriggle out of his hasty promise to his mother, but Lady Celi could be very firm when she wanted to be, and she had absolutely refused to let Gwendal go back on his word of allowing her to arrange his wedding the way she wanted.
And she had started by planning a lavish ball to announce the engagement.
Gwendal hated dancing.
People stared-especially women-he’d grumbled to her once, back in the days when they’d been younger and had been forced by their respective families to attend more balls than either of them could count.
Of course, he had never figured out that he cut quite a dashing figure in his formal outfits.
And while she wasn’t too fond of dancing herself, at least she’d get a chance to see Gwendal in tailcoats again, Anissina thought, hiding her grin as he continued to fret.
~
Later, he found he couldn’t remember much of it.
There had been a great deal of confusion and noise, as usual. Important items needed for the ceremony were misplaced, the maids were constantly bursting into tears at the idea of their beloved Lady Anssina getting married, Gunter had gone into hysterics at least twice, and the Maou had nearly been sucked back into his own world at one point.
Somehow, though, at the most important moment, there was no confusion and no hesitation, and when the Maou asked him if he would take Lady Anissina von Khrennikov to wife, Gwendal’s voice was clear and sure as he answered that he would.
And in the light in Anissina’s eyes as she smiled at him, he suddenly saw his future-filled with laughter and fights and passion and arguments and companionship and love-and his vision blurred as she took her own vows.
Then they were kissing, and the room erupted in cheers, Yozak was clapping him on the back as he pulled away from his wife, and Conrart was smiling as he hugged ‘the new Lady von Voltaire’, his mother’s happy tears were soaking his shirt as she crushed him to her chest and the Maou looked on with a grin-
And the rest of his life began.
~
A/N: My ability to write saccharine, let me show you it. :P
Anyway, many thanks for reading, all comments and concrit is very welcome. =)
Title: White Lace and Promises
Ship: Gwendal/Anissina
Word Count: 1,060
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: Schmoopiness ahead.
Prompt being used: Future
Timeline: Post S3
Summary: Gwendal and Anissina make their relationship ‘legal’.
Disclaimer: I own none of these very entertaining characters, please don’t sue me. Thank you.
A/N: Part of my Gwendal/Anissina series. Follows from ‘Spring Fever’, but can be read as a stand alone.
~
‘She already knew?’
He stared at Anissina, who looked back at him in equal surprise.
‘Didn’t she tell you?’ Anissina’s mouth twisted in amusement. ‘You should’ve told me you were planning to meet with her...’
Gwendal shook his head, stunned into speechlessness. So this was what he got for wanting to spare Anissina his mother’s hysterics.
He had been dreading this conversation for months, afraid of how his mother would react to the news that he had kept his relationship with Anissina a secret from her.
And she had behaved exactly as he’d expected, going off into tears and bemoaning the fact that her first born didn’t see fit to share his happiness with her until he was no longer able to hide it.
Panicked, he had promised her she could announce the engagement and conduct the wedding ceremony however she saw fit, and had been relieved when the words had managed to appease her.
He had wondered about the gleam of delight in her eyes when she had smiled at him once her tears were finally dammed, but he had put it down to simple happiness at the news that he would be getting married.
Now, though, he knew better.
~
The tears in her brother’s eyes would have been insulting, if she hadn’t been equally happy.
As it was, she had only just managed to stop Densham from blubbering all over Gwendal in his relief that she would finally be getting married. Harried as he was by his own family, Anissina wasn’t too sure Gwendal would have been able to take it.
Though they had never had the best of relationships between them-the fact that Densham was too narrow minded and just too stupid to understand half of her inventions had been a definite drawback-he was genuinely happy for her, she could see that.
And so she only gritted her teeth and bit down her angry response to his harebrained questions of whether she would give up her Movement for the Emancipation of Women once she was married.
After all, Gwendal understood her. He had not asked her to change in any way after the marriage-he had never imposed on her in that way, she could see now, not once in their long and tumultous relationship-and he had made it quite clear to her that he loved her exactly as she was.
And really, that was enough for her.
~
‘So, the rumor mill was right, for once?’
Gwendal turned, and glared at the man behind him. Yozak Gurrier was made of sterner stuff, however, and did not flinch. ‘You really are marrying Lady Anissina?’
‘Yes,’ he said shortly, turning away and continuing to walk down the corridor.
‘Your Excellency, your office is the other way.’
He ignored the other man, even as Yozak continued to shadow him. He would not be returning to his office.
So far, Wolfram had come by to scream at him for springing his engagement on them so suddenly-‘I wanted to get married first, I’ve been engaged longer than you have!’-the Maou had stammered and stuttered his way through his congratulatory speech, His Eminence Murata Ken had decided to take on the role of Anissina’s guardian and had had a talk with him about his ‘intentions toward the good Lady’-and he was still dreading to see what his other brother had in store for him…
If he remembered Conrart’s sense of humor, it would be-
He stopped, and stared, even as Yozak began to laugh behind him.
‘Ah, Gwendal,’ Conrart was saying, with that infuriating twinkle in his eye, ‘Mother couldn’t decide what kind of flower to have at the wedding.’ He brandished the bouquet in front of him, and Gwendal closed his eyes in horror. ‘So of course I told her she had to use Secret Gwendal.’
~
‘You would think she’d spare her own son!’
Anissina bit her lip as Gwendal paced, and tried very, very hard not to laugh. He would hotly deny it if she pointed it out, but the fact was that the Commander of the Mazoku Army, His Excellency Gwendal von Voltaire, was whining.
He had tried to wriggle out of his hasty promise to his mother, but Lady Celi could be very firm when she wanted to be, and she had absolutely refused to let Gwendal go back on his word of allowing her to arrange his wedding the way she wanted.
And she had started by planning a lavish ball to announce the engagement.
Gwendal hated dancing.
People stared-especially women-he’d grumbled to her once, back in the days when they’d been younger and had been forced by their respective families to attend more balls than either of them could count.
Of course, he had never figured out that he cut quite a dashing figure in his formal outfits.
And while she wasn’t too fond of dancing herself, at least she’d get a chance to see Gwendal in tailcoats again, Anissina thought, hiding her grin as he continued to fret.
~
Later, he found he couldn’t remember much of it.
There had been a great deal of confusion and noise, as usual. Important items needed for the ceremony were misplaced, the maids were constantly bursting into tears at the idea of their beloved Lady Anssina getting married, Gunter had gone into hysterics at least twice, and the Maou had nearly been sucked back into his own world at one point.
Somehow, though, at the most important moment, there was no confusion and no hesitation, and when the Maou asked him if he would take Lady Anissina von Khrennikov to wife, Gwendal’s voice was clear and sure as he answered that he would.
And in the light in Anissina’s eyes as she smiled at him, he suddenly saw his future-filled with laughter and fights and passion and arguments and companionship and love-and his vision blurred as she took her own vows.
Then they were kissing, and the room erupted in cheers, Yozak was clapping him on the back as he pulled away from his wife, and Conrart was smiling as he hugged ‘the new Lady von Voltaire’, his mother’s happy tears were soaking his shirt as she crushed him to her chest and the Maou looked on with a grin-
And the rest of his life began.
~
A/N: My ability to write saccharine, let me show you it. :P
Anyway, many thanks for reading, all comments and concrit is very welcome. =)