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Morty’s fingers wiggle between each other, the flowers in the bouquet he holds gently shaking with the rest of his tiny frame. He tries to keep the tears from escaping his eyes behind his sheer white veil as he nervously anticipates the opening of the doors in front of him.
What would be described as pre-wedding jitters to anyone else, were the stages of grief to him. Here he was, dressed in a big white dress, in some alien chapel on a planet Rick knew Morty’s parents or anyone else wouldn’t find. It was his big day, and he just wished it was over.
Morty stood alone, holding his breath and almost flinching as the otherworldly blare of the organ opened “Here Comes the Bride.” The doors slowly swung open, revealing the ceremony and its attendees, creatures from all across the galaxy filling the pews, their eyes fixated on him
He swallowed the lump that had taken refuge in his throat as he gently took a step forward, walking with the slowest gait he can to further delay the inevitable. Rick finally turned to look at Morty, standing at the pulpit with a grin about at wide as a canyon. Not because he was
getting married, but because the one person he coveted more than anything in the universe would soon become his property, until death do they part, as it were. His eyes bore into Morty’s like drills in a cavity, cutting what little confidence he had to a sliver. Rick had won.
Morty can feel the years in his eyes start to fill to full capacity, and he nearly stumbles on the steps of the pulpit as he approaches. He does his best not to think about how he always pictured this moment in his dreams and how it varied from the reality in front of him: he
would be dressed in a suit and crying at how beautiful his bride, Jessica would look in white. He imagined how she would sound exchanging vows, and as he faced Rick and the ceremony commenced, he honestly began pretending he was in front of Jessica. Morty’s eyes avoided Rick like
the eyesore he was, as they recited their I Do’s, Morty saying them as if her were on autopilot. It wasn’t until the many-limbed priest spoke that he snapped out of his fantasy.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now unveil the bride.”
Morty felt his blood run cold
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now unveil the bride.”
Morty felt his blood run cold
as Rick’s slender fingers gently lifted the veil and pushed it back to rest atop Morty’s brunette curls. When Rick looked down at Morty, proud as any man, Morty couldn’t feel himself keep the tears from falling anymore. They poured down his face in quick succession, his entire
frame quaking as he looked back up at Rick, petals floating from the bouquet unceremoniously to the. Rick wiped away a tear from his grandson’s face with his thumb, beaming down at him:
“Aw baby, don’t cry. You look beautiful. This supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”
“Aw baby, don’t cry. You look beautiful. This supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”
Other than letting more tears cascade down his cheeks, he doesn’t show that it’s under Rick’s word and under his cold and hungry eyes that he feels himself crumble like paper. He wasn’t supposed to cry on his wedding day. Not like this. He was supposed to be crying at how
beautiful Jessica looks in her wedding gown, not at the inevitable prison his life was about to become. The only thing keeping him from breaking down and sobbing in hysterics was the priest’s “You may now kiss your bride,” and the feeling of Rick pressing his lips to Morty’s.
Morty didn’t kiss back. His mouth was the only thing that remained still on his entire body, the rest of him trembling as if he were in the center of a snowstorm. The attendees of the ceremony cheer as Rick elongates the embrace far longer than comfortable, before pulling away to
walk him back down the aisle and out of the chapel. Morty stares blankly as he’s pelted with flower petals and rice from their wedding guests, and he throws the bouquet into the crowd with no joy or care into whom receives it behind him. The cheers drown out the thoughts racing
through his head: now where will they go, now what will they do, now who is going to protect him from Rick, now how does he live. All questions that won’t be answered for Morty’s sake. He remains silent as he steps into the ship and they drive away, the cans tinkling behind them.
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Lmao sorry this thread is so sloppy but I had to get it out of my system after I drew that picture lol. Thanks for reading!
Lmao sorry this thread is so sloppy but I had to get it out of my system after I drew that picture lol. Thanks for reading!
