Fandom One Shots Book Three

Wendell Bray x Fiancée!Reader

Autumn was slowly yielding to winter. The cold air would nip at your nose and cheeks causing them to flush with heat whenever your stepped out into the chilly air. The year had slipped by without you realising, the time had fallen through your fingers. You turned your face in the mirror checking your complexion. It was the night before your wedding. You looked out at the darkening sky, the sun was setting on your last night as a fiancée, tomorrow you would be a wife. You smiled, happiness flooding your system as you opened your phone to see the smiling face of Wendell Bray looking back at you.

Spring had been your original plan; under the cherry blossoms with a slight warm wind so that the petals would fall everywhere. But it had been pushed back, several things had occurred in everyone's lives meaning your wedding had to been postponed. After these setbacks it was to be held in the autumn with the red gold sunset in place of the cherry blossoms. Now it was to be held in winter with purple bruised clouds as a backdrop and hopefully silver white snowflakes falling around you. The venue had also changed due to your original venue becoming unavailable. You didn't care, just as long as you married Wendell and began his wife at the end of all this you didn't care where you were married. It could a jail cell for all you cared. Now it was outside the Jeffersonian, with two small sets of chairs placed to create an aisle. There was a pathway of white canvas, so that your shoes wouldn't step in any mud, it also served to keep the hem of your dress from trailing in the mud. Turning back into the room once you shut the curtains. You swayed dreamily about hotel room, as the blackening sky began to complete your dream of having the bruising purple grey clouds as a backdrop to your wedding. Dropping into the warm bed you had left to survey the sky; you tugged the covers up and over your figure and wrapped them tightly around you.

You fiddled with your phone scrolling to Wendell's contact. "No." A slender hand plucked your phone out of your hands. You looked up at Angela. Her dark tresses framed her face in messy curls. "I just want to talk to him." You sat up, "I won't video chat or anything." You pouted, using the puppy dog eyes that usually worked on the entire team, save for Caroline Julian and on occasion Brennan. "No." Angela's voice was sterner, and she placed your phone on her own beside table. Both Daisy and Brennan sat up watching the interaction. They were your three bridesmaids. Angela watched as you eyed your phone, "he is a traditionalist, sort of." She paused and tilted her head before she continued. "This is something that he's asked of you, don't ruin it for him. Besides he believes that its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Brennan watched the interaction with her usual calculating look. "The superstition of seeing the bride before the wedding comes from the time when arranged marriages occurred it ensured that the groom went ahead regardless of his opinion on what of the bride's beauty." You flopped back, "he's already seen me hundreds of times in various degrees of beauty, plus my dress isn't even white." Daisy smiled, "that doesn't really matter to him, you could be wearing a garage bag for all he cares. He wanted to marry you; he wants to be able to call you his wife. Wendell is the type of guy who likes the traditionalist elements that mean something to him rather than the superstition behind it." All of you stared at Daisy, "I am dating Sweets." She reminded you all with her usual, 'well you should know this' tone. You all tilted your heads with a nod of understanding. You flopped back on your bed and the others did the same on their own beds. The lights were turned off and you wiggled into the sheets finding warmth in them rather than in Wendell's arms.

The morning came quickly, you were shaken awake by Angela who shoved you into the bathroom to get ready. When you exited the bathroom, your hair was still wet as it hung down your back. You were dressed in a simple t-shirt and leggings. Angela, Daisy, and Brennan were dressed in similar outfits as they sat in front of vanities. Three hairdressers had been hired to do your hair for the day. Your dress was being carefully laid out by the seamstress. The three make up artists began to work on your bridesmaids. While one of the hairdressers began to carefully dry and curl your hair. The second one finished with Brennan's hair before checking the other two. Their hair was tied back in simple chignons, small wisps of hair framing their faces, fake jasmine flowers were arranged as headbands. Your hair was tied back in a low bun, wisps framed your face. A headband was care weaved through your hair; the silver wisps of the headband twisted themselves into petals of the cherry blossoms. All of you had similar make up. Your three bridesmaids had brown eyeshadow softening their eyes with pale pink lipstick. You had faint silver blue eye shadow with small hint of brown eyeliner, this was paired with a faint silver highlighter on your cheekbones and a pale pink lipstick.