#wedding!fic

A fifteen minute ceremony. A marriage. No honeymoon yet. They’ll be home by midnight, curled up on the couch together in their pajamas to watch those final two episodes on Netflix they’ve putting off.

Fifteen minutes. A ring. A kiss. The rest of their lives.

Simple things.

Simple, giant things. Earth-moving things. Life-changing things.

Love.

“I don’t deserve you,” Connor whispered into Oliver’s jaw the night before. “I don’t deserve this,” into Oliver’s cheek this morning.

Always, Oliver replies, “You do. You do.”

At the end of the aisle, Connor stands beside Oliver, his hand clasped to Oliver’s. A lifeline. An anchor.

“You don’t understand, Ollie,” Connor had argued when Oliver proposed. Months ago. Down on one knee. Smile and eyes bright, shining - open. Happy. “I don’t get to have this.”

Always, “You do.”

The ring on Connor’s finger adds years to his life.

Love. Life. Happiness. He wishes, hopes. Wants. More than anything, wants.

Connor holds Oliver’s eyes. Oliver holds Connor’s heart.

The officiant reads through the standard lines, the vows.

Softly, Oliver says, “You deserve this. You get to have this.”

Connor can’t quite believe it, but with Oliver, he’s desperate to.

“I do,” Connor says, first steps toward the rest of his life.

Like they have their first dance which is an uncoordinated yet touching three way dance that has their guests laughing and crying. Then they have a dance for each of the partnerships in their relationship in chronological order.

So you have the obligatory Work Song by Hozier for Steve and Bucky. Then Sam and Steve probably keep the sap fest going with something like Adele’s cover of Love Song and then you have SamBucky to give everyone a break from the happy sobbing with something cute and upbeat like Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody.

Here are a bunch of fics where they attend or meet a wedding but are not the bride or groom:

Apple Pie Moonshine - @chele20035

As We Die - @muttpeeta

Best Man - C-R-Roberts aka @hashtagpeeta

Flowers Clash- @thesagaciousowl

Fractured Fairy Tale Wedding - @fanficallergy​ & rosefyre aka @rosefyrefyre​

Good Times at the Cartwright Wedding- Demona424 aka @drivebyanon

I’ll Never Say Goodbye (Always, Forever)- iknow_write

Never Let Me Go - @italk-too-much

Plus One - RedHeadedFlame

Something Borrowed - meggiemellark aka @meggie-mellark

The Shoe Thief - tanb aka @tanbwrites

The Wedding Party - Mbaby1992

The Wedding Party - AlwaysEverlark aka @otrascosasseries

Things Are Sweeter in Tennessee - IWUnurse2013

To Love and Forget- thepochoalo

Twisted - @chele20035

Wedding Bell Blues - @youarebeingridiculous

Wedding Drabble- imagobeginsagain

Wedding Goggles- @peetasblueyes

What Happens in London- @safeinpeetasarms

No Unicorns - misshoneywell aka @peetaspenis

Dean doesn’t like to see people cry so he walks over to the other boy. “I’m Dean. Who are you?”

The boy looks up. His eyes are blue like the sky and just as pretty. “Cas.”

“Why are you on the swings alone?”

“The others played too roughly with Mr. Bee. They nearly pulled off his arm. Look!” He holds up the bee. Five legs are stitched and steady. One hangs on by a thread.

“That bee -” Dean starts.

“Mr. Bee,” Cas corrects.

Dean considers, relents, starts again. “Mr. Bee needs surgery!”

Here’s one exactly like that:

The Wedding Party - Mbaby1992

They meet at a wedding in these:

The Shoe Thief - tanb aka tanbwrites

Things Are Sweeter in Tennessee - IWUnurse2013

They’re in a wedding together in this one:

Best Man - c_r_roberts

And they attend a wedding together in these:

Something Borrowed - meggiemellark

Plus One - RedHeadedFlame

“So, uh... Dean,” Cas’s father, Chuck, says and runs a hand through his hair. “Have him home by eleven?”

Dean nods.

“He’s a good kid, you know?” Chuck says.

Dean nods again. “He’s the best.”

Chuck laughs a little and smiles. “Yeah. He is.”

“You can’t be talking about me,” Cas says from the top of the stairs. Dean’s eyes lift as Cas starts down. He sees dark shiny shoes first, black pants hiding those tone runner’s legs Dean’s seen a hundred times in gym class, white shirt, black jacket, white bow tie, and there - Cas’s face. A clean chin. A soft smile on pink lips. Blue eyes staring right at Dean. And a mess of hair on top his head that looks like he tried to tame it but gave up halfway. It pokes out in every direction and is absolutely perfect.

Cas is perfect.

At least he is until he gets to the second to last stair. Then he trips over a stack of books. Dean takes two fast steps forward and catches him.

Cas finds Dean sitting on a bench just outside the fire hall. His bow tie is gone, as is his coat. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up to the elbow. He’s leaning comfortably back on the bench, looking up at the stars. It’s a clear night.

Everything about today was perfect.

“I wondered where you went,” Cas says. The music still blares inside, but out here, it’s muted and distant. Cas doesn’t have to speak very loudly to sound too loud.

Dean, eyes still upward, smiles wide and pats the empty spot beside him. Cas sits and sides close to his side. Dean wraps an arm around Cas’s shoulder.

Cas looks up to see what Dean sees. Stars splatter across the sky like bits of paint on a black canvas. “It’s beautiful.”

“With all the shit that happens around us all the time, sometimes I forget how lucky I am,” Dean says.

Cas places a hand on Dean’s knee. “We are.”