“It’s too tight!”
“It’s not. You just never do your collars up.”
Artoria finished buttoning up the black collar, stepping back to look at her handiwork. She’d been right - Mordred fitted her old suit practically perfectly. It suited him, too, the crimson working well with his blonde hair, the same as hers. A purple rose stood out, pinned to his chest, all over a black shirt.
Artoria smiled. “You look stunning.” Mordred turned a lighter shade of his blazer, and Artoria laughed. “I’m not surprised, after all. I had good tastes.”
“Had, huh?” Mordred smirked.
“Oh, haha. Don't go using my words against me now.” She flicked his forehead, smiling. “Good thing it fits you too.” No surprises there. Mordred had inherited Artoria’s small stature, after all.
“Now then, when do you need to-” A ring ran through the house, cutting Artoria off. “Ah, that'd be them.”
Iris called from downstairs. “I’ll get it! Illya, go grab the camera.” Artoria snickered at the last bit whilst Mordred went bright red, realising what was to come.
“Well, come on. Don't wanna keep them waiting, do we?” Mordred nodded nervously, and father and son made their way out of the room, making their way to the top of the stairs. They could hear Irisviel speaking, and alongside her…
Jeanne.
Mordred could’ve died peacefully there and then with that view, seeing her dressed in a long, sleek and sparkling black dress, and a matching bow tied into her braid ponytail. A single light bluer flower sat in her hair, standing out against its straw background and her matching blue eyes. Mordred gulped, gripping his blazer. When Jeanne noticed him, a small gasp escaped her, and she smiled.
“You look amazing,” she said, turning Mordred scarlet. “Y-you too.”
Irisviel squealed excitedly. “Oh, you two look amazing! Come on in, we need to get a picture!” Jeanne thanked her as she took her jacket, and stepped into the living room. Slowly, Mordred and his father made their way down, Artoria taking his arm to calm his nerves. It would take a few minutes to get the picture set up, as Irisviel fussed over them and their clothing whilst Illyasviel boredly watched, twiddling with her camera. Eventually, though, she was satisfied, and the picture was taken, the two arm in arm.
“Oh, look at that! Don’t you both look great!” She fawned over the photo as Artori just rolled his eyes, still with a smile. “You two gonna be okay getting back?”
“Yes, don’t worry, Mr Pendragon,” Jeanne said. “Caeneus is taking us back too.” As if on cue, a car horn went off outside. Artoria laughed.
“Somehow, that doesn’t soothe me. And seriously, just call me Artoria. We’ve known each other long enough now.” Jeanne nodded and collected her jacket, though not without a teary hug and goodbye from Irisviel. As they did, Artoria slung an arm over their son, giving him a grin. “Make sure to show them that Pendragon charm, okay?”
“Pendragon charm? Really?”
“Yes. I’ll have you know your uncle Arthur had 7 people ask him to prom, and Morgan had 5. It’s genetic.”
“And how many did you get?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
Another honk from outside signalled their driver was getting impatient. Mordred rolled his eyes. “I think we’re wanted.”
“That you are.” Artoria gave him a final hug, looking at him with a soft look Mordred rarely saw from his father. “Remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Uncle Ari and Ami will be chaperoning if you need anything. Don’t trust-”
“People giving away free booze, I know.” Mordred chuckled. Artoria finally let him go.
“And have fun, okay?” His voice was noticeably shaky, though Mordred didn’t say anything. Only pulling her into a final, tight hug. “I will. Don’t worry.”
The pair made their way to the door, waving off to the proud Pendragons who saw them out. Almost immediately, the honks of the car horn as Caeneus glared at them.
“Come on, you love birds! The night isn’t gonna last forever-” he was cut off by a slap to the back of the head by Barghest, who gave him an angry look. “Hey! What the fuck was that for?”
“Leave them be! And what’s wrong with being a lovebird? Are you planning on dropping me the moment we get there?”
Mordred and Jeanne chuckled as they listened to Caeneus desperately try to dig himself out of his grave, not realising he was being teased. They gave a final farewell to the congregation at the door, Arty barely holding back tears as Irisviel didn’t even try. They opened the back door and slid in, Mordred fist-bumping Cu Culain, who sat on the left. As they fastened in, Caeneus turned back, apparently having managed to get himself out of his little ‘situation’. “Shirou not coming?”
“Nah, he’s already there.” Mordred finished fastening his seatbelt as the rev of a motorbike sounded next to the car. AJ leaned into the car window, sat on the motorbike with Gudako behind her. “I’m not being funny, but we need to get this show rolling if we wanna do anything at the prom.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You all good back there?” Caeneus was met by a resounding collection of yeses, and so turned back. “Good.”
The two vehicles drove off, winding down the many roads as they went. As Irisviel and Artoria watched them go, a single tear rolled down Artoria’s face. Irisviel chuckled and nudged her, only making him roll their eyes. “Oh, shut up.” All the same, she giggled, pulling her own love into a tight hug as the night grew darker. Stars twinkling in the sky, eternally watching humanity grow closer.
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