Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
When Gilbert did arrive, you were sitting on your couch like nothing had happened. He burst through the door, red eyes wide and coated in frantic worry.
"Hey Gil," you said from the sofa, lazily waving a hand in the air. The red-eyed German stood frozen in your doorway for a moment, shocked.
Finally moving again, the man quickly changed his whole demeanor back to his usual obnoxious self. "What's up?" he asked, voice back to normal levels.
Your eyes stayed glued to the television in front of you. "Not much," you muttered as you felt him sit next to you, "just watching TV."
The two of you sat in silence and watched the show until it ended, then a quiet click was heard as Gilbert shut off the TV. You looked at him, curious as to why he would cut the power. He was staring at you, expression solemn and serious. Which, in all honesty, scared you.
Gently, he took your hands in his and brought them in between the two of you. "Hey, (F/n)," he said, voice quiet and reassuring as his thumbs gently rubbed the backs of your hands, "can I tell you a secret?"
After a moments hesitation, you nodded and shifted closer. Gilbert did the same, placing his lips just over your ear. His shallow breaths filled your mind and you briefly wondered what he'd tell your when you felt a kiss pressed to the top of your cheek, right by your ear. Another followed after a short pause, lower down on your face, and the slow trail of kisses stopped at the corner of your lips.
"You're never alone, you know that?" His face was mere centimeters from yours, breath hot on your already flushed face, "You will never be alone. I'll always be right-" he gently kissed your lips, pulling away after a second, "here."
Confused and flustered more than you could believe, you numbly felt yourself nod before Gilbert smiled at you, something beyond your comprehension of the albino male reflecting in his crimson eyes.
He stared at you a second longer before speaking again. "I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?"
"O-okay," you whispered, tone even with his.
Ever so carefully, he tilted your chin up slightly with his long fingers and lowered his lips to yours. "On three?" he whispered.
You nodded and swallowed hard. "One."
He waited for you to continue the countdown, "T-two and a half," you muttered, nerves forcing your head back down.
Gilbert quickly pulled your face back up to meet his.
"And do you, Gilbert Beilschmidt, take, (F/n) (L/n) to by your lawful wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?"
He nodded with a bright smile, eyes glued to you. "I do."
"Then, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife." The row of seated family members and friend let out a little cheer. "You may kiss the bride."
With a smile on his lips and immense joy in his eyes, Gilbert lifted a veil the color of his snowy hair away from your face. "On three?" he whispered fondly.
You grinned up at your new husband, "Two and a half."
A wave of nostalgia passed over his features before he grinned again. "Three!"