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The battlefield stretched before them, a wasteland of smoke, blood, and shattered steel. In the distance, the looming shadows of Ash and the Invisible Mafia gathered like a storm on the horizon, their presence suffocating, inevitable.
But here—amidst the ruin, the wreckage, the war—stood two men, side by side, hand in hand.
Wifies adjusted the collar of Parrot’s tattered coat, his fingers lingering against the fabric. His touch was warm despite the cold wind howling around them. “You’re really going through with this, huh?”
Parrot huffed a laugh, cocky even now. “What, the wedding? Obviously. Thought you were smart, Wifies.”
Wifies rolled his eyes but didn’t let go of him. “No, I meant the whole ‘charging straight into the final battle even though there’s a high chance one of us won’t make it’ thing.”
Parrot grinned. “Oh, that? Yeah.”
Wifies exhaled sharply, but he wasn’t really mad. He knew Parrot—knew his recklessness, his determination, his absolute refusal to back down even when the odds were against him. And he loved him for it.
Even if it terrified him.
Even if it meant this might be the last time they stood together like this.
Parrot suddenly squeezed his hand. “Hey.”
Wifies met his gaze, and for once, Parrot wasn’t smirking. His expression was softer, something unspoken lingering in the air between them.
“…You sure about this?” Parrot asked, voice quieter now.
Wifies’ lips curled into the faintest smile. “I’d rather be yours for a moment than anyone else’s for a lifetime.”
Parrot blinked, his usual bravado faltering just slightly. “That was kinda poetic.”
“You’re just realizing I’m poetic?”
Parrot let out a choked laugh, shaking his head. “Alright, alright—before I get even more sappy and Ash decides to kill us out of sheer secondhand embarrassment, let’s do this.”
The battlefield was no place for a wedding, but neither of them cared.
They had no rings—only the stolen moments between war.
No grand vows—only whispered promises laced with urgency.
No officiant—only the sky above them, the ground beneath their feet, and the knowledge that time was slipping through their fingers like sand.
“I, uh—” Parrot cleared his throat. “I’m not great at this whole ‘serious speech’ thing, but—” He swallowed. “You’re annoying. So annoying. You argue about everything, you steal my coffee, and you refuse to let me die in peace—”
“Good,” Wifies muttered.
“—but somehow, against all logic and reason, I love you for it,” Parrot continued. “And I don’t care if we don’t make it out of this. If we’ve only got right now, then I’m still choosing you.”
Wifies stared at him for a long moment. Then, he let out a soft laugh. “That was awful.”
Parrot gaped. “Excuse me?”
“It was awful,” Wifies repeated, but his smile was unbearably fond. “But it was you.”
Parrot huffed. “Great. Now I really wanna hear what you have to say, Mr. ‘I’m so eloquent.’”
Wifies didn’t hesitate. “I love you.”
Parrot blinked.
“…That’s it?”
“That’s it.” Wifies shrugged. “You already know the rest.”
Parrot let out a breathless chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet, you’re marrying me.”
Parrot pulled him in, forehead resting against Wifies’. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
They stood like that for a moment, both unwilling to break the silence. Then, with war still raging behind them, with blood still staining the dirt, with death looming just beyond the horizon—
They kissed.
It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t panicked.
It was final.
When they pulled away, Parrot laced his fingers through Wifies’ once more, giving one last grin before reaching for his weapon.
“Alright, husband—”
Wifies groaned. “Oh my God, don’t start—”
“—let’s go kill some bastards.”
Wifies sighed, drawing his own blade. “Fine. But if you die first, I’m haunting you in the afterlife.”
Parrot smirked. “Noted.”
And together, they turned to face the storm.
The moment they turned, the battlefield swallowed them whole.
Ash stood atop the wreckage of a collapsed building, silhouetted against the fires raging in the distance. The Invisible Mafia fanned out around him, faceless figures moving like ghosts through the smoke, their weapons glinting in the dim light. The ground beneath them was soaked in blood and ruin, the air thick with the metallic scent of death.
And yet—Parrot and Wifies stood together, side by side.
Parrot cracked his knuckles, flashing a sharp grin. “Alright. Who wants to die first?”
Ash’s eerie, mechanical laughter echoed through the battlefield. “Oh, Parrot—you’re still making jokes when you should be begging.”
Wifies tilted his head. “He doesn’t beg.”
Parrot raised an eyebrow at him. “You sure? I might’ve begged you for coffee once.”
Wifies sighed. “That doesn’t count.”
Ash let out a low chuckle. “You two really are insufferable.”
Then, with a snap of his fingers, the Invisible Mafia lunged.
Parrot moved first, his blade flashing through the air as he met the first attacker head-on. He ducked under a wild swing, driving his knee into his opponent’s ribs before twisting, slashing across their chest. They crumpled with a gurgled gasp, but another took their place almost immediately.
Wifies was already moving beside him, his own strikes precise, calculated. His movements were sharp, efficient, as if every attack was designed to end someone in the quickest way possible.
But there were too many.
Parrot barely had time to deflect a dagger aimed at his ribs before another assailant grabbed him from behind. He let out a sharp curse, elbowing them in the face, but before he could finish them off, Wifies was already there—his blade slicing across the attacker’s throat in one smooth motion.
Parrot let out a low whistle. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
“Would you prefer if I hesitated?” Wifies deadpanned.
Parrot smirked. “Nah. It’s kinda hot.”
Wifies rolled his eyes. “Focus, husband.”
Parrot barked out a laugh, but there was no time to dwell on it. The Invisible Mafia pressed harder, pushing them back step by step.
Then, the ground trembled.
Ash descended from his perch, landing gracefully among the chaos. His red eyes gleamed through the smoke. “You know, I always imagined killing you two would be satisfying.” He tilted his head. “But watching you fight together? Now that is entertaining.”
Parrot scoffed. “Glad we could put on a show.”
Ash smiled—mocking, slow, deadly. “And now, for the grand finale.
Ash moved faster than either of them could react.
One moment, he was several feet away. The next, he was in front of them, striking out with inhuman speed.
Parrot barely raised his sword in time to block the first blow, the force sending him stumbling back. Wifies lashed out at Ash’s exposed side, but Ash twisted, catching his wrist and yanking him forward. Before Wifies could react, Ash drove his knee into his gut and flung him aside like a ragdoll.
Parrot’s heart nearly stopped. “WIFIES—”
He didn’t get the chance to check on him. Ash was already on him again, relentless, merciless.
Parrot fought. He fought like hell. Every move was instinct, every strike was desperate. He dodged, countered, slashed—but Ash was too strong, too fast.
Then, pain.
Ash’s blade drove deep into his side.
Parrot choked on a gasp, stumbling back as blood bloomed against his coat. His vision blurred at the edges, the pain searing through him like fire.
But then—
A gunshot.
Ash jerked back, a thin line of blood trailing down his cheek.
Wifies, barely standing, his body trembling, had his gun raised, smoke curling from the barrel.
Ash turned to him, eyes gleaming. “Bold.”
Wifies spat blood onto the ground. “Shut the hell up.”
Then he fired again.
Ash dodged, but it gave Parrot just enough time to move. Gritting his teeth, he surged forward, ignoring the pain in his side as he swung his blade in a desperate, final arc.
Steel met steel.
The clash echoed.
For a moment, everything seemed frozen.
Then, Ash laughed.
Low, dark, victorious.
Parrot and Wifies barely had time to react before the explosion hit.
The battlefield was fire.
Parrot couldn’t see. His ears rang. His body ached.
Through the haze of pain and smoke, he forced himself to move, to search, to find him.
“Wifies?”
Silence.
His breath caught. His heart pounded.
Then, a weak, rasping chuckle. “You’re loud.”
Parrot nearly collapsed in relief. He staggered forward, finding Wifies half-buried in rubble, blood streaking down his face, one of his legs trapped beneath a fallen beam.
Parrot dropped to his knees beside him. “Hey, hey—stay with me.” He frantically started pulling at the debris, but Wifies caught his wrist, stopping him.
Parrot froze.
And then he saw.
The wound.
Deep. Fatal.
“No,” Parrot whispered. “No, no, no—you don’t get to do this to me, we just got married—”
Wifies smiled, weak but amused. “Guess our honeymoon’s canceled.”
Parrot let out a strangled laugh, pressing a trembling hand to the wound as if he could somehow hold him together, keep him here. “You’re gonna be fine, okay? We’ll get out of here, you promised me—”
Wifies exhaled softly. “Parrot.”
“No,” Parrot choked. “Don’t. Don’t.”
Wifies’ fingers curled weakly in his shirt. “You loved me.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “That’s enough.”
Parrot clenched his jaw, tears slipping down his face. “That’s not enough.”
But Wifies just smiled.
And then—
He stilled.
Parrot’s breath hitched. His hands shook. His vision blurred.
The battlefield raged on. The war didn’t stop. The world moved on.
But for Parrot—
Everything had already ended. it was his doomsday.
The battlefield has long since fallen silent. The fires have died, the echoes of war fading into nothing but ashes and dust. But the grief—grief is a war with no end, a wound that festers long after the killing stops.
Parrot walks through the ruins, through the empty streets that once held laughter, through the places where shadows of memory cling like ghosts. The world still turns, the days still pass, but time has lost its meaning. What is a second, a minute, an hour—when Wifies is no longer here to count them beside him?
"Til death do us part, my dear."
That was the promise, wasn’t it? The whispered vow exchanged between bloodstained hands and trembling lips. A love sworn even in the face of death, as if words alone could make them invincible.
But death does not care for promises.
And so, Parrot stands alone.
The bed is too large now. The house is too quiet. He still reaches for Wifies in the dark, still turns to share a thought, only to find empty air where Wifies should be. The ache of it is constant, settling deep in his chest, a weight he cannot put down.
He talks to him sometimes. When the nights are long and sleep refuses to come, when the silence presses in like a vice, Parrot whispers into the darkness as if Wifies is still there to listen.
"I thought we had more time."
The words shatter in the quiet, a confession to the void. But there is no answer, no sharp retort, no exasperated sigh of "Parrot, you’re being dramatic."
Only silence.
And yet, Wifies is everywhere.
He is in the flicker of candlelight, in the way the wind curls around Parrot’s shoulders like an absent embrace. He is in the rain, soft and steady, in the way the morning light filters through the window, golden and warm.
Parrot catches glimpses of him in the corner of his vision—just for a second, just long enough for his breath to catch before reality settles in like a knife to the ribs.
Gone.
Wifies is gone.
But his absence is the loudest thing in the world.
They tell him to move on. That grief is something to be conquered, something to be left behind like an old wound. But how do you leave behind something that is stitched into the very fabric of your soul? How do you walk forward when every step feels like another betrayal, another mile put between them?
"Til death do us part, my dear."
Then why does it feel like Wifies never truly left?
Parrot grips his wedding band between his fingers, tracing the worn metal as if he can will time backward, as if he can return to that moment—standing in the middle of a battlefield, blood on their hands, war raging around them, and love still strong enough to defy it all.
He swore to love him beyond death. And he does.
But it is a lonely thing, carrying love without the person it belongs to.
If there is a place beyond this life, if there is a second chance, a rebirth, a world where they can exist outside of war and blood and loss—Parrot will find it.
He will find him.
"If I must tear through time and space, if I must wander endlessly, if I must wait lifetimes—I will."
Because death may have taken Wifies, but it did not take Parrot’s love. And until the day they are allowed to meet again, he will keep his vow.
"Til death do us part, my dear."
But even then, Parrot is not ready to let him go.