#chrisney week

"I would riot on the streets for your love."

         Christian stood at the same spot where those disgusting jerks had harassed his best human friend ever, Sydney. He had placed some signboards(warning:jerks will be shot on spot) telling those suckers if they were to mess with any human again, they would be flaming sorry.

        Today though, he was doing another act of rebellion. A riot, to be exact. He took out a wooden sign from his back, with carefully hand carved words. With those fallen tree branches lying around, he was a real fire hazard. Lissa sure wouldn't agree to this, he thought. But when his girlfriend had told Adrian to give up on Sydney, the pain in his eyes was more than palpable. It was then that Christian realized that their relationship was definitely more than friends. All the more reason to help his buddies, though he never really needed one anyway.

future!fic where christian is left to take care of his baby daughter on his own and skypes sydney when she will not stop crying

Day 5 of Chrisney Week

Happy Chrisney Week all! Considering it is the season to be jolly, falalalalalalalala, have some cutie pies celebrating their own version of Chrisnay-mas.

"I litterally can't believe you gave me coal for Christmas, Christian."

"Hey, it's a legitimate learning tool, Syd. Besides, we can't go throwing fireballs at each other every week."

"Finishing touches, I guess." Christian whispered back. 

"Should we go check on her?" Eddie looked back toward the hallway that led to Sydney’s dressing room. 

Christian chewed his lip, worry swirling in his chest.Time was ticking and it wasn’t like Sydney to be cutting it close to lateness for a casual lunch, let alone her own wedding. He gave Eddie a curt nod and they slipped away from the rest of the wedding party without being noticed. 

Eddie rapped his knuckles on the door. “Sydney?” he asked quietly. “Are you all set? We’ve got about 15 minutes before show time.” 

The moment of silence before Sydney answered was enough to solidify Christian’s something-is-wrong theory.

"Just about," Sydney’s voice called back, sounding too high pitched. "Just give me 5 more minutes and I’ll be—" her voice cut off abruptly. 

Eddie immediately went into Guardian Mode. “Sydney,” he said urgently. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? What’s happening?” 

"—Fine!" her voice called after a moment. "Just need a minute, please."

Eddie turned to his Christian, his eyebrows quirked up in confusion. Christian shrugged, he knew something was definitely up, he just didn’t know what. 

"You’re not getting cold feet, are you?" he called through the door, keeping his voice light.

Sydney didn’t answer. Christian frowned. “…Are you? If you need us to sneak you out a window, we’re down.” 

When Sydney didn’t answer again, Christian turned to Eddie. “You got a credit card on you?” 

"What? No, I don’t think so…why?" 

Christian groaned. “Anything hard and plastic? An ID or something…”

"Uh…" Eddie dug around in his pockets. "I have my room key from the hotel—"

"Perfect!" Christian beamed, snatching the card from Eddie’s fingers and sliding it in crack between the door and the door jamb. He bent it back, pressing his weight against the door and wiggling the handle. Eddie’s eyes widened. "What?" Christian scoffed. After a few more seconds of futile wiggling he instructed Eddie to press his weight against the door as well, until finally they heard a loud click and they both tumbled headfirst into Sydney’s dressing room. 

Sydney gasped in surprise upon their unexpected forced entry into her dressing room. When Christian straightened up and looked at her, his eyes widened. She looked beautiful, of course, radiant in shades of gold and white. But her eyes were red and swollen, dark streaks of makeup running down her cheeks. 

"I s-said I just n-needed a minute," she sniffled, her bare shoulders shaking as she spoke. He was at her side immediately, wrapping his arms around her, careful not to wrinkle her dress. 

"Hey now," he said, giving her a cheeky grin. "There’s nothing to cry about. Adrian’s not that ugly.”

That got a small laugh out of her, and she smiled at him through her tears. Eddie walked over to them, frowning in concern. “Sydney,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?” 

She shook her head, a fresh batch of tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know.” 

"I think I might know," Christian said, reaching for her hand and squeezing it. When their eyes met, he was sure he did. Sydney’s father was no longer a part of her life. And as tradition dictated, the father was to walk the bride down the aisle to be given away. For all intents and purposes, Sydney had no father. And as much as she may have hated him, as much as she may have been glad to have him gone from her life, Christian knew that it was still hard to deal with. No matter how badly your parents fuck up, they’re still your parents, and it still hurts when you remember that they’re gone. That they won’t be there for the most important moments in your life. For the little, insignificant moments. Or just…be there. At all.

Christian had been given the honor of filling the role when the wedding was still being planned, and of course he’d accepted, he wanted nothing more than to be such an important part of Sydney’s big day. But maybe that wasn’t what she needed right now. “How about I go get your mom?” he whispered. “She can be the one to—” 

"No," Sydney breathed, shaking her head adamantly. "That won’t be necessary. There’s no time…" she turned to Eddie. "You said 15 minutes?" 

Eddie looked down at his watch and winced. “Um, 10 now.” 

"Oh, God, okay." Sydney blinked rapidly, taking in deep gulps of air. "I’m…fine. Okay. Ten minutes. I need to…um…" she turned to look at herself in the mirror and her face contorted. She sniffed, tears threatening to spill again. "I look terrible.” 

"Hey. No, no no." Christian rubbed her shoulders. "No, you don’t. Just breathe. Everything is going to be okay. Eddie," he looked to his friend. "Go tell Adrian we’re going to need a little bit longer. He’ll make sure the ceremony’s delayed until we’re ready. Just say there was a wardrobe malfunction or something. And get Sydney’s mom." 

"No!" Sydney raised her voice before Eddie had the chance to move. "No. Guys, please. I’m fine. I’m fine. I just need to…fix myself." 

"Here," Christian plucked a makeup wipe from the table in front of them and gently gripped Sydney’s chin and turned her to face him. He dabbed at the black streaks that trailed down her face and tried his best to clean up the smudges around her eyes. "All better," he said, releasing her chin. She looked back at herself, still frowning. 

"My face is all red," she moaned.

"Deep breaths," Christian ordered. "And your face is supposed to be red. You’re a blushing bride, after all." 

She turned back to him, her head coming forward to rest against his. She closed her eyes and he closed his. They stayed like that for a minute, not saying a word. Finally she pulled away and whispered. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Christian Ozera.” 

He picked up her hands and brought it to his lips. “You’ll never have to find out, Sydney Sage. I mean—” he winked. “Sydney Ivashkov.” 

"You don’t think it’s too old fashioned, do you?" she asked, smiling softly. "Taking my husband’s last name?" 

Christian scoffed pleasantly. “No way. This is the first human-Moroi wedding in modern history. I’m your Man of Honor, and Jill is Adrian’s Best Woman. This wedding is already progressive as fuck.” 

She giggled. “I guess you’re right.” She stood up and took one last deep breath. “Okay. I’m ready.” She linked her arms with Christian’s and Eddie’s. “Let’s go. All three of us.” She nodded, like she was deciding something very important. “Down the aisle.” 

"You…" Eddie’s eyebrows raised. "You want me to walk with you, too?" 

"Yes." she said. She turned to Christian. "If that’s okay." 

"This is your day, Sydney," Christian said. "Whatever you want, whatever will make you happy." 

"I love you," she said to Christian. Then turned to Eddie and repeated her declaration. To which they both reciprocated with smiles. They walked, on either side of her, out of the room and down the hallway, right up to the doors of the hall where everyone was waiting, mere minutes before Sydney was due to make her entrance. 

"Everyone’s going to be able to tell I’ve been crying," Sydney whispered shakily. "God, I feel like I’m about to burst into tears right now." 

"Sydney," Christian told her with a sigh, "The second you step into that room, everyone’s going to be crying. Adrian, Jill, your mom, Eddie, me. Everyone. It’ll just be one big, nasty cry fest." He chuckled. "That’s just what happens at weddings." 

As it turned out, Sydney kept her composure as they made their way slowly down the aisle. Christian couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, watching everyone gasp and sigh as they took in Sydney in all her beauty. Adrian’s expression was the best, his lips parted and eyes wide, looking at her like a blind man who was seeing the sky for the first time. And when they reached the end of the aisle and the priest called upon Christian to state his name, as the man who would officially be giving away the bride, he couldn’t help but go a little off-script from what they’d rehearsed.