lucetilogs | The first step is the one you believe in

Who: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, and everyone who has gathered there today.
What: A wedding and reception
When: Sept 14, All Day
Where: Cherry Blossom Hill / The Battle Dome
Summary: Pepper and Tony are getting married ~~finally~~ ~~officially~~ finally.
Rating: PG/PG-13 max? There's at least one kid here.
The decorations on the hill are simple ones; they've chosen this spot because it's naturally beautiful without the need for embellishments. Chairs have been set up for the expected guests, with a clear path laid out for the wedding party. And of course up front there is a place for those people to stand, in sight of everyone gathered so Tony won't be able to tell Pepper "I told you so" as color commentary won't be necessary.

After the ceremony everyone will be invited to go to the Battle Dome for the reception. There Tony's programmed an expansive hall with tables and seating enough for everyone. There's also a dance floor, which everyone is encouraged to take advantage of. The atmosphere is warm and vibrant, clearly intended to help all in attendance have a good time. Dinner will be served, and there's an open bar, with rum by request of the officiant.

Just don't get too rowdy, okay kids?

{{ooc: Visual references and details can be found here. Link is very image heavy. There will be separate threads for before the ceremony, during, and the reception.

EDIT: Now with a sign up to catch the bouquet!}}

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Jack stood ready at the appointed time, in the appointed place, wearing his appointed pants.

Or was he? At least his frock coat is fairly long and covers things.

Now: "Oi -- where've the bride and groom got off to?" Come on, Tony and Pepper. He's waiting.

Tony entered first; he remembered at least that much. He eyed the crowd - crowd of dear friends old and new, instead of a gaggle of fans, and that's...weird. And deeply touching, even if he wouldn't be announcing the fact that he found it so anytime soon.

But all these people were here because they wanted to see him and Pepper happy together. Time to get this show on the road and give them what they want.

And Pepper, as was traditional for brides, entered last. Her heart was pounding as she took those steps down the aisle, glancing among the people who had come out to witness this. She always felt a little self-conscious when all eyes were on her; unlike the groom, Pepper didn't live for the limelight. She just walked under it when it was necessary.

Then she looked ahead, and a smile crept over her lips when she saw Tony standing there. They really had come impossibly far, hadn't they? She took her place next to him, sparing a glance at Jack but not noticing too much just yet. Her attention really was on Tony, her eyes bright as they met his.

"My dear fellow Lucetians! Today we are gathered so's this leggy gorgeous thing can marry Stark."

She really was gorgeous, was Pepper. Sometimes Jack didn't quite notice it, but today she looked radiant. Everyone, in fact, seemed radiant. It wasn't a rushed affair like the one on Beckett's Mum. This was for real. This was for keeps.

"Oi -- you wedding-goers can all take a seat for this bit, it does go on."

He spared a glance for Buffy, hoping she had the ring, and waited for the wedding guests to be seated beneath the cherry trees before continuing:

"No man wants to throw his life away. Most men sell it dearly or gamble on lots of cheap forevers. But our Tony's givin' his, you see; and our Pepper's givin' hers."

Edited 2013-09-16 01:07 (UTC)

"There'll be lots of promises today, you know. Lots of I do's and suchnot. But the real work's done in the ditches of matrimony! When Tony's got the flu, Pepper's the one what will mop up all the bile he dry-heaves onto the floor. And when Pepper has dozens of lovely babies, TONY shall be the one to hold her hand and mop up all of the fluids and shout PUSH, PUSH! and occasionally change a nappy."

"Sometimes nappies leak. He might want to leave those to her."

It would be the prudent thing to do.

"They're going to promise to be one until death do they part. And one day, they shall both die and be dead and not living anymore. Leastaways, we suppose that this shall be the case, unless Stark invents a not-dying-machine.

Unlikely.

And mayhap their bones will all jumble up under the earth and get wreathed about with all the roots and remembrances and suchnot. But let us not all forget that this should be the cause of their life now. It's a petty bit of marriage that only gets wife and husband all jumbled together after death! Now, then, for the lawful jumbling, as the day is ticking on: do you, Miss Pepper Potts, take this rapscallion Stark to be your husband?"

Edited 2013-09-16 01:06 (UTC)

There was that moment when she walked into the room, and all of those entirely cliche things he tended to avoid started happening to him. He could see stars, hear bells, feel his knees go weak as Pepper approached in her exquisite wedding dress. And you know what? He didn't begrudge those cliches for once. Because she looked flawless. Absolutely, completely beautiful - and she took his breath away.

Which was just as well, because Jack launched into his spiel, which less made sense but more got to the point, and that was the most important thing. He was only half-listening anyway, still gazing into Pepper's eyes like she was the whole world - because, well. In that moment? She was.

The spark in Tony's eyes was mirrored in hers, every ounce of delight and joy and adoration shared. For as nervous as she had been in the hours and minutes before, suddenly the entire world seemed still. Maybe it was the certainty she found looking at her husband-to-be, the way things once again felt absolutely right. She loved him. She wanted to be with him. And now they would profess it to the world.

...After a very unique opening.

Though it might have been better if Pepper could lose herself in Tony's gaze the way he had in hers, she wasn't quite so good at tuning out the world. The groom himself could be blamed for it; a person could only deal with so many insane notions for so many years before they developed the habit of just picking up on them. Some of Jack's commentary had her glancing once again toward him, the unspoken question of whether or not he had actually said that written clearly on her face. Thankfully knowing Buffy was right there made it a little easier to bear--as did the certainty that if she asked, Natasha would loan her a gun.

But for the tangents and the less than romantic content, Jack eventually found his way to where they needed to be. The question of if she would, one answered without hesitation as her eyes once again met Tony's.

"I do."

"Tell me, ladies and gents of the congregation -- am I the only one not eye-drowning tonight?! Is it I alone, Captain Jack Sparrow, who remains dry on the Shores of Sentiment whilst everyone else will need to towel off thoroughly once they're hitched?"

It was really a rhetorical question.

"Now then, Stark, comma, Tony: dost thou take this fair red-headed queenly lady to be thine own wedded wife, even though she might be as far out of your league as the celestial stars are from the squiddy ones what live in the seas?"

Tony's answer was easy to give, and he gave it willingly, not drawing things out for attention or suspense like he otherwise may have been tempted to. Regardless of how he got there, Jack was totally right about this one, and Tony could hardly believe he got so lucky all over again as he spoke the words.

"I do."

She noticed that: the immediacy of his answer. There were no drawn out pauses or attempts to create suspense. Even the ceremony they were holding specifically for their friends, the loved ones who didn't know that in their hearts Pepper and Tony already considered themselves wed, wasn't put on for attention or drama. This was their day, as much as it had been on the beach, and the simplicity of that answer was just as touching as hearing the words themselves.

Maybe they all thought she was out of his league--but Pepper couldn't be happier with the person she'd chosen.

"Now then, Stark: you'd better put a ring on her. Golden will suit. Where's our best man?"

The first step is the one you believe in

The Ceremony

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