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Domi, arm looped through Noé's, walked into the ballroom, her purple flowery heels clicking on the smooth floor. Her purple dress was decorated with delicate hand-made flowers, which were actually translucent purple fabric pulled into a fancy shape. On the flowers dangled some more fabric, which connected at each rose. A trail of flowers was weaved into her hair, and over that floated a pale purple silk train, decorated with lace. Noe wore a purple suit with some lavender flowers pinned to his chest pocket and had his other hand behind his back, fumbling with something the size of a small cube. The moment he saw Domi sneaking a glance, he quickly shoved the cube in the pocket of his dark gray pants, face a little red. She smiled, feeding on the way he cutely blushed whenever she looked at him. Then, the shuffling of a dress and heels clanking on polished floors announced Jeanne and Vanitas' arrival.
Jeanne's puffy blue dress floated over the ground, edges laced with ruffles. Her dress had tiny embroideries of pink and green and yellow flowers laced everywhere, making it look very springlike and cheerful, perfectly matching her personality. On her head was a ruffly little headband, the base a blue ribbon and the sides decorated with white bows. The front had ruffle lace edges. Vanitas wore a darker blue suit with some chains hanging from his black pants where the book of Vanitas was hidden. In his chest pocket was a blue flax flower, and embroidered on the folds of his suit were tiny bluebells and pink and yellow flowers, matching Jeanne's dress. Luca walked next to Jeanne in a little blue coat and matching hat, embroidered with flowers. He was, for once, smiling in Vanitas' presence.
Chloé then made her grand entrance, which was (of course) being carried bridal-style by Jean-Jacques. She wore a black-and-dark gray dress with red-tinged fake flowers and lace leggings. Jean-Jacques was wearing a dark grey suit and a small rose was pinned on his pocket. She nestled her face into his neck, obviously enjoying the attention he was giving her. Her arms were wrapped around the back of his neck.
Olivier, Roland, and Astolfo walked in, wearing black tuxedos and carrying crystal wine glasses, which were followed by bottles of wine, non-alcoholic, cocktails, and mocktails. They sat at a table near the back, chatting and watching the dance. Mademoiselle Amelia served them wine.
Once they all settled in, the music started and the couples began to dance. One couple twirled while the other waltzed, all smiling at their counterparts, all enjoying everything. Then the final beat struck, and every girl was tilted so low to the ground that the ends of their hair touched the ground. (well... except for Jeanne-her hair is really short) The crowd applauded, and right when they were about to join the bachelors, the grand doors opened, and Veronica de Sade stepped in. Behind her, holding a purple-and-gold feathered fan, was a dark skinned woman with pale silver hair. Noé gasped, remembering the lady he saw in the crowd years ago. And just as she did back then, she smirked, glossy lips curved into a sly smile. Her fan was dropped, and they all saw her unmistakable purple eyes, tinted with gold.

She was an Archivisté.

Domi hissed and clung to Noé's arm, whispering about him being an orphan and how this could be a trickery. Vanitas shielded Jeanne, who poked her head over his shoulder, wanting to catch another glance. Jeanne held Luca close to her, not willing to lose her precious soon-to-be adopted son. Jean-Jacques picked Chloé up, as if the floor wasn't safe for the pale-haired girl. Veronica giggled and taunted,
"No need to be afraid of my girlfriend, Marquise Machina."
The ballroom was a mess of gasps and laughter, all scared but afraid. Then Marquise spoke up. "Yes, I am a Archivisté, and how I have been wanting to see you, baby cousin Noé," she cooed, batting her long, silver eyelashes at Noé. He didn't react because he was so stunned. Domi, however, caught the possible danger her soon-to-be husband was about to face, and she scowled at Marquise. Domi's golden eyes crinkled when she did that, her longer dark lashes curled. Marquise just chuckled and ignored them, flaring her fan and rolling her eyes.
The rest of the night continued, and as the couples danced to a stop, the guys pulled out a little box and opened it. Inside Noé's box rested a beautiful amethyst gemstone shaped like an ice shard, with tiny amethyst and opal shards intertwining the gold metal. Inside Vanitas' was a brilliant bright blue diamond, set in a flower shape in silver metal. Jean-Jacques presented an open-mouthed Chloé a beautiful ruby ring shaped like a rose, resting on gold metal and sprinkled with little obsidian dots. Even Veronica pulled out an Opal ring intertwined with gold loops and had dots of purple stone set around it. The ladies gasped and screamed "YES!!" and they hugged the guys tightly. Jeanne's face was bright red when she saw the ring, and pretty much jumped on top of him, showering him with kisses and bites. Domi saw the two and rolled her eyes, instead turning her attention to Noé, who gave her a quick hug back. She gasped, face red, and nuzzled her face in his neck. He smelled like lavender.
Roland held up a glass, and with sparkling eyes, yelled, "Let's celebrate!!!" The group quickly held up their drinks and took a sip. Soon, Noé was drunkily kissing Domi, whose face was extremely red by now, and Vanitas was laying back dizzily while Jeanne sat next to him. Some of them recovered, which gave Vanitas enough time to smirk at Domi and Noé and hug Jeanne, almost saying "bet you can't be as romantic as us!" Domi scowled at took the bet, standing up from her chair and sitting in Noé's Lap, purring like a satisfied cat. Vanitas' jaw dropped. He didn't actually think they were going to start this!
Domi wrapped her arms around Noé's neck and kissed his cheek, then turned and gave Vanitas a smug smile, calling out, "When are you two going to start intimacy?" Jeanne stuttered, but Vanitas spoke first. "Oh, we already have!" Jeanne spluttered and said "WHAT?!?" her face red, and Domi spit her wine out, eyes wide. "YOU WHAT?!?! YOU LITTLE-" Noé shushed her and kissed her, then lifted her up and carried her away, Domi's voice echoing the halls. "DON'T HURT MY BEST FRIEND JEANNE!!!" Vanitas smirked again, saying, "Well, I guess they want to try it too.." Some people chuckled. Then Veronica and Marquise left, and soon after Jean-Jacques and Chloé were led by Mademoiselle Amelia down the halls into their private room in the fancy building, which Domi had kindly booked for them. Vanitas carried Jeanne off too, all the while Luca followed, holding his mocktail.
In the private rooms, Domi and Noé lay in the silky pale purple bed prepared especially for them, with transparent and opaque bed curtains, to keep their play time private. And yes, they began to strip and have fun. Domi's long, raven hair falls over and mixes into Noé's silvery hair, and the last we hear of is the sound of skin against skin, fitted perfectly together and they fall asleep under the covers. (We'll go more in detail on a different fanfic about DomiNoé, the best ship and obviously the healthiest)
Jeanne instructed Vanitas to strip and lay down on the pale blue sheets, and lay there until Jeanne ripped off her clothes and jumped on him. They were going at it under the covers, Vanitas thrusting like his life depended on it. Luca was in the shower washing, happy that he could at least have Jeanne as an adoptive mother. Vanitas and Jeanne were bouncing on the bed, trying to make Luca a little sibling. And they sure were good at that, because Jeanne tested for positive pregnancy the next day. That earned her more kisses.
Jean-Jacques and Chloe were plastered against each other on the wall of their room, having a tongue battle. (In this "AU", Chloé is cured from her vampire disease and is maybe 1-2 years younger than Jean? Well at least I think Jean is in the 18-21 age range..) They are also thinking on having some fun, but start out with some blood drinking first. Chloé's silvery-light blue hair rests on Jean's neck as she drinks his rich, delicious blood.
Veronica and Marquise are guzzling away, not giving a sh*t about anything, just happily laying on top of each other. They are under a thick layer of pale gold blankets and snuggling on some fluffy pillows.
Finally, the day ends with the newly-wed couples snuggling with each other, talking about their future. The lights turned off, the air conditioner on, everybody gets a good night's sleep. Domi (once again) is being held up by Noé, getting her blood drained because Noé feels pleasure in doing so. He tries not to drink too much, worrying about her health, but her blood is just so irresistible, it's hard to stop.

A bouquet of flowers rests on each girl's nightstand the next morning when they wake.