MEGAN X MANON

Requested by, @unknownpsychic4y

Megan and Manon had never been the type of couple to follow tradition, so when they decided to get married, they knew it would be a day unlike any other. Their love story had always been a quiet one—no grand gestures or over-the-top declarations—just two people who found each other in a world that sometimes felt too loud. Their wedding was no different. It was simple, intimate, and full of meaning.

The day of their wedding dawned crisp and clear, with the kind of early autumn light that made everything feel just a little more magical. They had chosen a small, secluded barn on the outskirts of town for the ceremony—tucked away from the bustle of the world, surrounded by golden fields and fading wildflowers. It was the perfect place for them, a reflection of the quiet beauty that had defined their relationship from the start.

Megan stood in front of the old, creaking mirror in her dressing room, adjusting the loose curls in her hair. Her dress—a simple slip of satin and lace—was already on, and she looked every bit the bride, though she wasn't sure she felt like one. She turned to her best friend, Anna, who was helping her with the final touches.

"You okay?" Anna asked, her eyes filled with concern as she straightened Megan's veil.

Megan smiled but didn't answer right away. She was happy, yes, but a little nervous too. Not about the commitment—that was certain. She had known for years now that Manon was her person. No, it was the idea of standing in front of everyone, of having all eyes on her for the first time in a long while. She was always the quieter one, the observer, not the center of attention.

"I'm good," Megan said finally, taking a deep breath. "It's just... a lot."

Anna laughed and gave her a reassuring hug. "You've got this. Manon is going to look at you like you're the only one in the room. And honestly? That's all that matters."

Megan took another breath, this time with more confidence. Yes, it was all that mattered.

Meanwhile, across the barn, Manon was pacing nervously in her own little corner, adjusting her dark blue blazer and smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress shirt. She'd been trying to distract herself by chatting with their guests, but the excitement in the air was overwhelming. She glanced at her watch for the fifth time in as many minutes and smiled. In just a few short hours, she would be married to the love of her life.

Manon had always been the more outgoing one in the relationship, but today, she felt a flutter of nerves she hadn't expected. Megan had always been a steady presence in her life, someone who brought balance and calm to her chaotic world. They complemented each other in the most beautiful ways. She had never imagined finding someone who saw her for exactly who she was—someone who accepted her quirks, her wild ambition, her passion for life, and who could still make her laugh when the world felt too heavy.

She could hear footsteps approaching and turned just in time to see Megan step into the room. Megan's eyes were bright with unshed tears, and when their gazes met, the world seemed to disappear. It was just the two of them in that moment, standing in the soft light of the barn, completely wrapped up in each other.

"Hi," Megan said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Hi," Manon responded, her words full of emotion. She stepped forward, taking Megan's hands in her own. "You look... I don't have the words."

Megan smiled and squeezed her hands. "I feel... overwhelmed. But in the best way."

They stood there for a moment, just breathing together, before it was time to go. The barn doors were opened wide, and their guests slowly filed in, finding their seats in the hay-strewn aisles. The officiant, an old friend of theirs, smiled at both women as they approached, a soft, knowing expression on his face.

Megan and Manon exchanged another quiet glance before they each stepped into the aisle, hand in hand, walking toward the future they had been building for years. There were no grand vows, no lengthy speeches. Instead, they simply promised to keep choosing each other every single day, to continue building the life they had dreamed of, and to love without reservation or hesitation.

The vows came easily, the words flowing naturally from the heart. Megan spoke first, her voice steady but emotional as she promised to support Manon through every twist and turn of life. Manon's voice cracked when it was her turn, but she finished with a smile, a quiet laugh, as she vowed to always be Megan's home, her safe place.

When they exchanged rings, the barn seemed to hum with energy, the air thick with the weight of the promise they were making. And when the officiant finally said, "I now pronounce you wife and wife," the world seemed to pause, holding its breath for just a moment longer.

The kiss that followed was soft, sweet, and full of everything they had shared—their quiet moments, their laughter, their struggles, and their triumphs. They pulled away, eyes bright with unshed tears, and the crowd erupted into applause.

The reception was warm, filled with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. Megan and Manon didn't need anything extravagant—just a small, intimate gathering of their closest friends and family. They danced under twinkling lights strung across the barn, swaying together to the soft melodies of a live band. The music filled the air, but it was their laughter, their shared glances, that made the night unforgettable.

Later, when the festivities had quieted and the last of the guests had gone home, Megan and Manon found themselves alone under the stars. The night was cool, the sky full of a million glittering stars, and they stood in the middle of the field, hands clasped tightly.

"This is real, right?" Megan asked softly.

Manon smiled, pulling her close. "It's real. And it's just the beginning."

They stood there for a while, content in the silence, knowing that no matter what the future held, they had already built something beautiful. Together.