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where they get married: you & i both know the answers to half of these by default, by anyways!!!! it won’t be the exact location but it will be a ranch style wedding with spanish-inflenced decor. they’re v cultured.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ): i feel like they plan for it to be mid-day, around 11am or 12pm, but it ends up being way later and the ceremony ends up occurring closer to 3. fall seems like the perf season cause the weather’s still warm and perfect!

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. ): def tossing the garter and the bouquet, duh!!!! but zeph will try to do the old/new/borrowed/blue tradition to keep things fun.

what their wedding cake looks like: aight, so boom. three tier cake, with one half resembling a geode or crystal using fondant then sort of split so that the other half is whipped icing. #balance.

….who smashes cake into whose face: ZEPHYR OBVIOUSLY

who proposed to who first: as of last night, maliq azad did!!!!!

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ): zephyr walks down the aisle and captivates everyone with her goddamn beauty while maliq waits at the alter looking at her like it’s the first time he’s seen her. real ‘the night me & your mama met’ teas here!!

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like: okay, zephyr prbly has like. three looks. her main dress is similar to naz’s in that it’s v fitted to show them new curves, not an extremely long train because she’s fucking clumsy, and lace. (she’ll also have a first dance dress and a reception dress bc she’s extra, okay???) and maliq’s tux is a traditional black and white w/ silver trim. a style icon.

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have: their theme is honestly v simple colors??? there’s more earthy tones involved and maybe the occasional silver and gold here and there, some deep reds as well. literally the only thing that’ll stand out is zephyr’s baby pink hair.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? ): you know maliq is gonna wanna throw in some orchids in there somewhere for zeph’s sake, but tristan prbly took care of the entire bouquet and flower organization. she prbly has some baby’s breath within the bouquet/tied along her veil in her hair and roses cause z’s exact words were prbly “idk, whatever goes in wedding bouquets i guess????”

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ): maliq’s would be half improvised and half poetry and prbly kinda long. i feel like zeph would try to write hers and make it sound super pretty and professional or something but forgets half of it during the ceremony and just wings it by saying whatever she feels.

if anyone’s late to the wedding: prbly zephyr and a few family members tbh, and whoever has the babies bc hello, they’re babies?????

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other: most of maliq’s bandmates make up his groomsmen. tristan is zeph’s maid of honor and she has some of her cousins/friends from brooklyn and chicago in the bridal party alongside besties jerome & marcelo.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing: the groomsmens suits are similar to maliq’s except it’s prbly a deep red bowtie, tristan is wearing a deep red dress while the rest of the bridal party wears black.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? ): tristan does!!!! it’ll be v emotional as well cause our girl has been there thru it all, and although she’s literally ten years older than zeph, she has a lot to say and will express the amount of love and honor she has. maliq’s bandmates will prbly recall funny or embarrassing stories about him personally or about them, along with zephyr’s best friends.

who catches the bouquet( s ): sola will throw a fit bc as the flower girl, she’s supposed to have ALL the flowers so after a mild tantrum, zephyr just hands it to her.

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? ): all of them!!!! maliq’s well known enough that they finna cop that vogue EXCLUSIVE, so they captured everything— from the aesthetic photos, to the first look/family photographs, to the emotional moments of the ceremony as well as the silly ones, and the reception is just full of more laidback but joyful and silly ones. and yes, the cakesmash is included.

what sort of food they have at the reception: HELLO CATERED BY S’MAC!!!!!! there’s also various other foods catered from small black owned businesses in the area and the biggest cater would be for the dessert arrangements and the open bar.

who cries first during the ceremony: maliq once he sees the wig and just how beautiful his wife is xoxoxo. and zephyr will try to hold it in during the walk down the aisle but fails and cries during her vows.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. ): well….um…we already know that zeph’s dad and maliq’s mom get it in, so like….how much more wild does that get

what their rings are like: maliq did all the rings himself and made sure he chose different gems and stones that were spiritual and promoted longevity, serenity, love, etc.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. ): cute ass little cupcakes obviously, a bunch of mini treats, a fondue fountain bc who doesn’t want chocolate covered fruit while at a wedding, sparklers, and in-n-out!!!!

where they go for their honeymoon: somewhere surrounded by water, as a nod to the vacation they wanted to take while zeph was pregnant with sola.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. ): AGAIN, ANGELA AND DION. as well as going to in-n-out to get burgers, fries and shakes while still in their reception clothes, someone’s family member (likely zeph’s) prbly gets wasted, i strongly feel like zeph will tear her veil on accident and it becomes a whole thing.

who officiates the ceremony: i’m SURE maliq has a band member he’s particularly close with that will literally get licensed just to officiate their ceremony.

what song their first dance is to: they have so many legendary bops that define their relationship, i just…i cannot choose! but if i HAD to, it would be a toss between one in a million by aaliyah— the song that she and her dad used to dance to as a kid, stan by 6lack— it’s a lil recent but the lyrics are too fitting, you are luhh by frank ocean— the vocals, the dreaminess…ugh! and the night me & your mama met by childish gambino— who needs words??? who???????

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle: although her father is present at her wedding (#growth), she and him come to the decision that her aunt should be the one to walk her down the aisle. cue tris and zeph having a real heart to heart moment and sharing a hug with her aunt and her dad before tris gives her niece away to the love of her life. can they get married tomorrow at this point lol

He done bonked his head, Gabe is like lol here's your dossier

Aziraphale goes into the house behind him, finds it unlocked and assumes it's his (rightfully). It's dreadfully messy, so he spends some time picking up—dusting, putting books on shelves, does the washing up. He must've been very busy to have let it go for so long! He eventually finishes up and heads to the other room in the small house, a room with a perfectly made bed (at least he'd done that!) And an unorganized desk with several burned down candles. He lights the tallest, and gets to work reading his dossier.

It's dreadfully dull. It is illuminated beautifully, in shimmering gold and deep blues and without a single errant ink stain. "Miracles Are What We Do". It rambles on about heavenly processes in excruciating detail, in truly the most impenetrable, repetitive language Aziraphale's ever read. But he has a mission to fulfill for Heaven, and so he reads every word. It seems rather unlike the Bible, actually, though perhaps Gabriel had written this. It did seem his style. Eventually Aziraphale reaches a key section, helpfully titled "Your Mission: Heaven's Proclamation & You".

It lays out his goal—vaguely—and where his key contacts are located, though frustratingly no map is provided. All of that lead up and skimping on the actual details! Goodness! If he was not appointed by the Archangel Gabriel himself, he'd have to complain to someone about this. It didn't seem quite right for a human to speak against an angel. Surely before his accident with the rock he knew more information about the area. Perhaps he could inquire for directions in town? He nods, resolving to do so in the morning.

His candle drips, shortens, flickers in the now dark room. It's gotten quite late, unbeknownst to Aziraphale. He's nearly done with his reading though. He turns the page, and here is an impressive, bold statement in bright red calligraphy. Warning! The demon Crowley, the snake of Eden and originator of All Sin, has been spotted in the region and may seek to interfere with Our Mission or otherwise tempt our heavenly associates from the path of Good. Highly dangerous, do not interact under any circumstance. Recommendation: smite on sight. Below was a painted portrait of the demon in question. He seemed to be quite slim, with delicate features including high cheekbones and a charmingly crooked nose. His hair was fittingly colored the same vibrant red as the warning. But most startling was the vibrant yellow of his irises, slit vertically like a snake's. They seemed to look through the page directly at Aziraphale, piercing right to his heart. He shuddered, and felt the beginnings of a headache knock inside his skull. Aziraphale rubbed his temples. Well, it was quite late, and it had been quite an unusual day. Hopefully Aziraphale would wake up the next morning with his memories returned to him, but either way we would certainly carry out his mission for Heaven. Aziraphale blows out the candle, throwing the room into darkness and wafting a tendril of smoke into the room. Tucking himself into bed, Aziraphale shuts his eyes, and falls immediately to sleep.

He wakes to a pounding on the front door. His mind registers the noise foggily as he shakes off the blurry edge of sleep—he slept so deeply it was as if he's never slept before. Disoriented, he sits up in bed and looks around the room. The candle, the dossier still sit on the desk, more carefully organized now. He still cannot recall his past. "Aziraphale! Caught up in your reading again? You were supposed to meet me at the inn an hour ago for brunch—that's a whole new thing I'm working on actually. It'll be a hit, you'll see. Hello?” Oh, Aziraphale felt a bit sheepish for missing an arranged appointment, but in his defense, he was pummeled by a boulder yesterday, lost his memory, and spoke to an actual angel. The knocking continues. Perhaps it was a family member, who might be able to explain who he was more clearly— He hears the door open and footsteps enter his front room. "Rather rude of you to stand me up, you bastard, and then I had to trek all the way up this bloody hill to find you and Bentley was being a rude little beast as usual so I came on foot ugh—” The speaker breaks off his rapid fire speech. "Did you clean in here? What the hell—heaven? Looks nice, actually, for once. Huh." The door to the bedroom swings open and the intruder looks immediately to the vacant desk. His brow creases before he looks up and spots Aziraphale in his bed. Then his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. "Were you asleep, angel?" "Yes? Can't a man get some rest when he needs it?" Aziraphale says with some confusion. He blinks then, and shocks awake. This is the man—creature—demon—from the dossier. The incredibly dangerous, smite-on-sight villain who wanted nothing more than to interfere with Heaven's plans. He's actually quite handsome, Aziraphale notices, and then shoves the thought into a locked corner rod his mind. That's what he wants you to think. He's a tempter! An evil demon! The evil demon—Crowley—snorts in amusement. It's not vert intimidating. "Sure, but not really your style, is it?”

Well, I would hardly know, he thinks. Aziraphale's teeth clack together with the force of trying to stop the words coming out of his mouth. He realizes he probably shouldn't get giving away information about his current condition to a demon of all creatures. "I suppose not," he says, carefully. "So how was it?” Crowley saunters into the room and drops onto the bed, easy as anything. Aziraphale's heart kickstarted. How well did he know this man? Did he even know he was a demon, before he received his holy mission? He thought of his former self, being helplessly tempted to sin, falling prey to his dastardly schemes, and felt a pang of fear. He would have to eke out the details from his... companion as well as he could without giving away his secret, the weakness of his missing memory. "How was what?" Aziraphale said, through dry. "Sleeping!” Crowley said. "Obviously! Did you have any dreams? Were they pleasant? Or were they of me?" Crowley leans forward, grinning lecherously. Oh, god, was he—he entangled with this demon? Things must be worse than he thought. "I should think not!” He reddened, which seemed to delight Crowley.