The day after Logan proposed, he asked to ride around town with Aria while wedding invitations were handed out. Logan apparently really is into holding hands and his hand will magnetically reach for hers if they're still for 0.5 seconds.
They stopped in Martle Square to try and get their bearings to find the next person on their list to invite to the wedding, Logan reaches out and grabs Aria’s hand when suddenly OUT OF NOWHERE Ernest comes sprinting down the street and--
just starts staring creepily over their shoulders
Logan is blissfully unaware, meanwhile, Aria senses a deep disturbance in the Force
He looks like he's going to murder them in their sleep
or is just very upset he didn't get an invitation: "I WILL REMEMBER THIS FOR MY NEXT fanfic NOVEL, ARIA"
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So Aria and Logan wound up having a beautiful church wedding. Logan remembered to not wear his hat and stinky monster hunting garb down the aisle, but he forgot a shirt underneath his jacket. Whoops!
Burgess did a lovely job at a short and sweet ceremony, and afterwards they did the usual laps around the room to thank the entire town for showing up and coming.
Both Elsie and Qi decided to show up in entirely inappropriate beachwear. Aria forced them to run into the back and change into more appropriate formal wear.
Meanwhile, Ernest was doing his best to be polite and congratulate the couple on the wedding, when Logan decided to just... shove his crotch in Ernest's face, who was too polite to say anything.
Sorry about that, Ernest. Boy has been stuck out in the desert for like 2+ years, we're still working on reintegrating him into society proper.
Then we ran out of catering during the reception, and Aria had to frantically start refilling the banquet table with everything from her inventory. At some point she gave all of her guests the meals Logan cooked, aka, the ones the game told me the day before that I should stop having him make because he burns everything. The voracious guests chewed through even that, shouted that they loved it, and Aria just started having to throw bottle after bottle of yakmilk on the table because she has a seemingly never ending supply of that.
It was a roaring success, all the guests were pleased as punch. I'm pretty sure half the town woke up with food poisoning the next day.
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