Hannibal's house (where he and Jono are getting tired of not being married), Friday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono had been handling the latest of the island's whims fairly well, but it was obvious that he'd needed a bit of time regardless. Not that Hannibal minded the massages and the food-sharing.

Eventually, however, they were going to have to discuss the yet another wedding plan, this one as minimalist as possible, that had gotten, to use his (still) fiancé's parlance, totally buggered.

And as Jono had made it to class Wednesday, Hannibal thought that the time might be now.

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[furnaceface]

There was that! Small favours, really.

"Thank you," he murmured, reaching for the towel and patting himself down. In a slightly distracted sort of way, granted. Everything was distracting right then. The ability to breathe was distracting. He was wearing a stupid little smile by the time he came up again for the robe. "... I suppose I'll be needing more than this before we go, though, hm?"

Note how that wasn't stopping him from pulling it on and just kind of balling himself up in it for a moment or three. Ah, warm thing. Good warm thing.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled back and wrapped his arms around Jono, rubbing his back and arms. "Did you want to wear what you had on, or shall I get you something else?"

[furnaceface]

Jono smirked a little as he nuzzled in. Ah, warm. Good warm.

"Will you ever forgive me if I marry you in a t-shirt and jeans, Hannibal?"

Even Jono wasn't sure he'd forgive himself for that one, honestly.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal huffed. "I will never forgive you if trying to decide upon what to wear is what makes us miss the opportunity." He shrugged. "We have wedding pictures of you in several gorgeous outfits. I'm willing to forego formality for expediency."

[furnaceface]

"What I was wearing it is, then," Jono laughed - actually laughed! - and eased away a little, looking around for where he'd set his things. "I'll need new pants, though. And socks."

It was December out there. He wasn't going outside again without socks. Or underwear.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Pants and socks." Hannibal nodded and headed upstairs for warm socks and Jono's best leather pants.

What? He'd have made do with jeans, but if he were being given a choice in the matter...

[furnaceface]

Jono blinked as he reached for the shirt he'd been wearing, paused with it, and then squinted up the stairs after Hannibal.

"And I'm still British," he added, belatedly, realizing that he'd basically just given Hannibal an option, here. "Bring down whatever your heart desires, just don't forget something for underneath!"

He wouldn't be marrying Hannibal if he didn't understand just what sort of brat he was.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled and picked up some nice underwear in addition. And a button-up shirt, so long as he was there.

"I trust this is acceptable."

[furnaceface]

"That'll do just fine," Jono agreed, smirking and rolling his eyes as he made his way over to take the clothes that Hannibal had brought down. "It's a good thing you were only sent up for underclothes. Lord knows if I'd asked you to get me a clean shirt, I'd be trying to figure out a cummerbund."

He wasn't complaining, he was just gently ribbing as he started to get dressed. He was actually in a pretty good mood. Having a face and making up your mind to get married now dammit had a funny way of doing that.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm terribly sorry," Hannibal said, not at all sincerely. "It's all my time in the States. But I wouldn't have put you in a cummerbund."

A silk shirt, maybe.

"Ready?"

[furnaceface]

"Ready as I've ever been," Jono replied, grinning as he tucked in his shirt. "I mean, I've done this enough times by now, I think the nervous bit was taken care of back during the first few tries."

Okay, no, that was probably what that twisty butterfly feeling was about in the pit of his stomach. It had been a while since he'd had a stomach to be sure.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Should anything attempt to stop us again," Hannibal said, getting out their coats and handing Jono his, "I grant you full permission to explode the entire building."

[furnaceface]

"I will at the very least give you ample opportunity to leave the building first," Jono offered, taking his coat and shrugging into it. "Have we got everything we need?"

To elope with?

[sharp_as_knives]

"Wallets and identification, keys, and -" Hannibal paused to get them from his pocket and pass one to Jono, "rings."

[furnaceface]

"Rings," Jono echoed, and that goofy little smile was back again as he took the one he'd been handed. "... Shite, we're doing this."

Provided he didn't explode on the way or something, anyway.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We are," Hannibal agreed. No island shenanigans, interruptions, memory issues, or anything else. And if Portalocity didn't get them there promptly and correctly, heads would roll, even if Hannibal had to remove ears and noses to make them rounder.

He squeezed Jono's hand and strode quickly for the door. "After you."

[furnaceface]

Alright. After him. Jono squeezed Hannibal's hand, pulled in a deep breath (so help him, he needed it, this was an excellent time to be able to pull in a deep breath), and opened the door. The portal was already waiting for them outside.

"Here goes, then."

And through the portal he strode.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal followed, and after no more than the usual portal disorientation, they were standing in front of the courthouse. He took Jono's hand again and smiled. "Shall we?"

[furnaceface]

Jono grinned, leaned over, and solicited one more kiss before squeezing Hannibal's hand.

"Let's."

Try getting in the way of this one, Fandom Island.

[sharp_as_knives]

Please, Jono, don't tempt the island.

They walked in together and found the right room, Hannibal pulled out the license he'd kept current (several times), and then they were there with a bit of paper in front of them just waiting for their signatures. Hannibal took the ring box from his pocket and set it on the desk.

[furnaceface]

And Jono did the same thing, pulling out the ring from his pocket and setting it beside Hannibal's. Another deep breath, another stupid smile, and then he was looking up fondly at Hannibal.

"Are we going to say anything, or do we want to make this official before getting all sentimental?"

He wasn't feeling inclined to give fate another chance to screw this up on them.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Official first," Hannibal agreed a touch grimly. He took a fountain pen from his pocket, uncapped it, and signed the paper before anything else could come in the way of it.

[furnaceface]

"Official first," Jono echoed, breathlessly watching as Hannibal signed the paper. A moment later, he was holding out his hand so that he could do the same.

...

And then looking up for a moment, as if expecting something to break down the door and start shooting or something. Another few seconds later, and he was looking at Hannibal, awed and bewildered.

"We're married."

[sharp_as_knives]

"We are." Honestly, even Hannibal was finding it a little difficult to believe. He put the pen away again and opened the ring box, holding his hand out for Jono's.

[furnaceface]

Okay. Alright. Rings. They were actually at the point where they were putting rings on each other's fingers. Still, nothing had exploded, with the exception of Jono himself a bit earlier in the day.

He held out his hand, gave Hannibal a grin that was actually slightly nervous, and tried not to be terribly obvious about the fact that he was holding his breath.