Oh no, I don't think it's quite possible for me to cry over a 'fic anymore. XD

No sequel, I refuse to ruin this. No footer to the epilogue, I want to finish it with that finishing line. Just pure writing just for you. Thank you so so much again for all of your support, I wouldn't have continued if you hadn't have reviewed so constantly for me!

Oh and I guess I should apologise for the advance shipping in advance (no pun intended) because without it, this scene would so not work.

For those of you wondering about Cynthia and Paul, nothing happened, it was just the registering for the Hall of Fame, sorry if I confused you. ^^
Oh and I made his father appear for the irony, he only wants Paul when he's accomplished something.

Okay, so;

Epilogue.

I was terrified, I don't think there was such a relaxing time that I've ever felt so uptight. I couldn't do my hair, I couldn't dress myself; everything was done for me.

But I wasn't allowed any other way; this was a big day.

My hair had been set in burning rollers which pulled at the follicles of my hair in every different direction, if the outcome wasn't stunning I could have called it torture.

I had been told I was to look natural, showing the inner beauty but cleaned up at the edges. Whatever that means.

I was beyond natural though, these artists had made me a work to be proud of, I'd never seen myself so immaculate even when I'd spent hours criticising myself. My hair in ringlets hung loosely in an adorable twist so elegant and charming. My make up setting off my blue eyes and rosy cheeks, my lips painted a light natural pink rose colour.

Next was the dress, it was so intricate that I couldn't have got into it alone, I was suddenly thankful for the helper I had pulling my corset tighter.

It was beautiful, my friend was a genius, she had styled this with me in mind, I knew it. It suited me perfectly, the silver was tinted in a slight red, skirt had a slight train and my shoulders bear as the sleeves hung down my arms. They were covered only by my hair, what was left of the length from curling it, at least.

I shakily picked up my bouquet; silver and red roses intricately placed in a pattern that looked like red stars in a silver sky. Some miniature red roses were placed in the middle of some of my ringlets.

I stepped outside of my room; "How do I look?"

A stabbing pain hit my stomach to make it tense, I didn't need an answer; "Wow." Was all I got anyway. I grinned, emitting a happiness into the atmosphere as I turned down the corridor; "How's May?"

He shrugged; "It's not like I can go in there, can I?"

His hands were in his pockets like usual, but they were tense and so was his whole body; "Paul," I giggled; "You're making me nervous. It's not even my day."

He raised his eyebrow; "your day."

I knew he was picking at my words literally, so I protested; "No, it's May's day."

Yes, her day, and I was so happy for her. After that mess up 5 years ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever see her be fixed from that horrific state she was in. I guess my pulling through it and making up with Paul gave her the drive to do it herself.

An elegantly dressed red head came up to me; "You're Dawn, right?" Her dress was similar to mine, but was one sleeved and the skirt was simple without a train. It fitted her boyish frame to show off what curves she had, I assumed the corset had something to do with that.

I nodded, this must be Misty, I'd heard a lot about her from both Brock and Ash. "Pleased to meet you!" She hugged me; she obviously saw the recognition in my eyes because she didn't feel the need to introduce herself.

"Come on; let's go see how May is doing." She took my hand excitedly and dragged me towards the room. She treated me like we'd known each other for years. I shot a smile in Paul's direction and felt him stop breathing a second; it was very confidence-boosting to know how someone reacted to your presence. It was also reassuring that he was returning such a miraculous amount of adoration that I had for him.

We knocked quietly yet rapidly together, both bursting to see the blushing bride. A pink haired woman in a smart looking dress answered, and grinned at us; "She was just about to come and get you." She stepped aside and we both gasped for a good half a dozen seconds.

"May… You look…" I couldn't find the word, stunning just didn't cut it.

"…Overwhelmingly astonishing." Misty covered for me; that seemed a little closer to my opinion, she would astonish people, she was certainly going to give her husband-to-be a mini heart attack.

"I need to borrow something!" May fretted, her silly superstitions, but I knew what to give her. I rooted through my bag and pulled out a piece of silver covered in sparkling clear gems. She smiled as soon as she saw it, she had given it me back a long time ago now; my brooch.

"Thank you Dawn." She welled up, it must be an emotional time for her, and me giving off such a happy atmosphere can't have been helping.

"Don't cry!" The pink haired girl scolded, "your make-up will run!"

May panted as she waved her hands in front of her eyes, whispering 'okay' repeatedly as I pinned the brooch right in the middle of the ruffle of her skirt at the side of her waist.

She had once promised to give it me back when I was happy, and now I was doing that in return, her life was whole again, she was more than happy to receive a badge for the first time ever.

"This is Soledad, Dawn." May introduced us, Misty must already know her. I smiled, but she was too busy placing the veil right just over May's beautifully shaped hair.

"Pleased to meet you." She said once satisfied. I muttered a 'likewise' as I continued to stare at May; "Okay, I'm slightly envious, is that bad?" I giggled, and the others laughed too.

"I was just thinking the same thing." Misty grinned, though she looked very pretty too, her long golden-red hair was curled up in a similar style to mine and her bouquet was red with the odd silver rose. Soledad changed into one the same as Misty's. Why do I look different?

"Dawn, I want you to be my Maid of honour."

Wow, that was a shocker; "Why did you tell me now?!" I complained, but she winked; "Because I knew you'd protest."

True; "May, don't you have to be married-"

"Or engaged," Soledad added,

"-to be Maid of Honour?" I completed my sentence, flashing a smile in Soledad's direction. May waved her hand; "Whoever cared about the rules, this is my wedding, right?"

That was not a May line, she stuck to the rules without thinking of the consequences, she'd rather not risk being disqualified in many cases, so why would she push her luck in such a big step of her life? I didn't doubt her though, it was her day, I could ask questions later. Instead I hugged her – carefully – and thanked her.

There was a knock on the door; "Five minutes." Paul's voice growled softly through the wood. May squealed in horror; "I'm so scared!"

We all pandered to her continuously for those five minutes, and then took off for the ceremony.

We waited for their arrival in their Rapidash-drawn carriage, and began throwing rice into the air as they walked down a white marble pathway into the rooftop after party.

"You look beautiful by the way." I got a whisper from behind me, and I spun around. I honestly didn't recognise the voice for a second, I'd been speaking to so many people that his voice was a blessing. I didn't have to say much, we just… Knew.

"Thank you." I shouted over the crowds in a whispered tone.

He felt weird; I couldn't put my finger on this emotion. It was almost like he was angry at being happy, I couldn't understand it. There was definitely a strong feeling of excitement and happiness, but it was like he was trying to box it up and hide it away in punishment. Maybe he was just happy for Ash and didn't want to show it.

"I get the first dance with you, right?"

I rose an eyebrow; "With your smooth moves? I'm afraid you might show me up!"

"I'm not one to show off…" He smirked, and I scoffed; "You're the biggest show off I know." Wrong, I'd known one much bigger than him before he attempted to ruin this amazing relationship. I should forgive him really, for in the long run; I could see that it had strengthened us.

"Yeah but I can show you off, right?"

I rolled my eyes and tapped at his nose; "I love you too."

I lifted onto my tiptoes, it was much more of a stretch now than ever, he'd grown a lot more in his later teens and I hadn't at all. He towered above me like a Gallade and a Ralts, and so he had to lean down a lot of the way to reach my lips. His mouth was like a burning flame that tingled my lips without the after pain that a flame would give. I still get Goosebumps at his touch, my spine shivers when we kiss and my eyes stream when we're overwhelmed with passion for each other. I don't think I could ever get used to love so strong like this. I didn't want to either; I wanted to stay like a new couple forever, to never let it grow old and boring.

He ran his hand around my waist; I shivered gently but slunk into his strong arms and carefully placed my head on his shoulder.

We walked into the elevator together, and stayed silent as we ascended, just listening to his soft breathing comforted me so much. I knew I wouldn't be able to hear it again for the rest of the night, the music was already playing and I could hear it from halfway up the building.

The doors slid open, and he led me out as I explored with my eyes. Everything was dainty and fairytale-like; so many lights from hundreds of Volbeat flitted around in the setting sunlight. The stars were already peeping through the clouds as they drifted on by to give us a clear night. The floor carpeted in a light blue in some areas, and marble flooring in the middle of the roof. Water-fountains scattered around trickled continuously and one large on at the end of the roof with Goldeen swimming elegantly.

"And you call me a show off." Paul breathed, taking in the scenery too. It was breath-takingly romantic; I wanted to dance on the floor now if we didn't have to wait for speeches.

Naturally, Norman; May's father began, saying how he knew these two were perfect company for each other the moment Ash offered to look after her and her stubborn ways. We all laughed as he brought up some story that they had shared with him and how he reacted when he heard what they'd been up to in their travels. Diving into sea temples and climbing dangerous trees full of human anti-bodies. Then he went on to say how he couldn't be more satisfied in a son-in-law if he can keep her safe from Pokémon we couldn't have dreamt of existing.

Max went next, saying how proud he was to have travelled with them and all the great experiences they shared, and that he couldn't think of a more perfect couple. Brock's speech was likewise. I just thanked heavens I didn't have to say one, because everything had already been said!

As Maid of Honour, I was to be the second to dance on the marble flooring, alongside Brock and his date of whom I did not know, but she was very beautiful with thick long black hair and large pointed feline-like eyes.

My heart was suddenly pounding, and my pulse began to race too; "What's wrong?" I asked as Paul pulled me to take lead, spinning me along the floor gracefully. I barely had to do anything but hold myself standing and move my feet so I didn't trip. He shook his head and pulled me even closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder. I faced out from him so I could watch my two friends do similarly.

"Dawn, can I ask you something?"

The 'cage' had been opened; I had never felt enthusiasm from him like this before, not even for battles. The music quietened suddenly and Ash and May stopped to look at us.

I glanced up at May who was brimming with tears, and Ash was forcing as much of a genuine smile as possible; he never did get over his anger entirely for Paul, he'd been scarred with a competitiveness for him, and he wasn't capable of fully getting over it. He had told me he was happy for me, and that he was trying, but that's all I could really ask for.

I lifted my head to frown at Paul, and he carefully lowered himself in front of me, keeping my hands in his tightly.

It took me a moment to sink in, I just stared blankly at his face, the only question running through my head being; 'What on earth is he doing?'

And then the tidal wave of his emotion struck me forcefully, that plus my own tsunami of happiness was too much to handle, the waves came flooding down my face. I was confused, the twist in my stomach was making me wish I hadn't have eaten. The rosiness in my cheeks flushed darker under the spotlight of many eyes, including his jet black ones daggering at me with such gentleness it almost hurt, made me want to cry 'just get it over with.'

But it wasn't the truth, this moment was filled with such a joy that a blubbered an 'Oh my gosh' through my tears that I heard him laugh nervously.

"Dawn, You have already made me as happy as I ever can be." He choked, taking a couple of seconds to clear his throat; I waited patiently as his warm hands sent my fingers numb.

He sighed and continued, suddenly fully aware of the room staring at him; "And I want to make you just as happy, I want to keep you forever and you to have me for just as long." He paused again, clearly uncomfortable for the stereotypical line; "Will you marry me, please?" The plea made me laugh through my cries, and I couldn't hold my legs up any longer.

I realised why I was able to be Maid of honour for May so suddenly, Paul had it planned to tell me now and asked her permission.

He didn't have to stand up fully before I was hiding my face into his shoulder, clutching the collar on his shirt and sobbing whole heartedly.

"Yes, yes, I will." I blurted happily, I couldn't register the round of applause erupting around us, the cries of May squealing in delight. We were in a room alone in my eyes; I couldn't see anything but the blackness of his shoulder so close to my eyes. All I could feel were his arms shaking around my hand as he slid a thin banded ring around my finger encrusted with beautiful, tiny light blue and purple gems, they sparkled into my eyes and refracted through my tears, I couldn't focus on anything but him; the only smell was his beautiful clean hair. All I could hear was his heart beating with mine, and his beautiful calming breaths as he whispered his thanks to me, so grateful that I was happy to be his trophy without objection.

For I would forever be his trophy, if he were there to hold it.