fanfic: a family wedding
wow. what a wild ride. how much i missed writing and didn’t even realize.
wynonna earp/wayhaught. Waverly and Nicole’s wedding turns everyone into a bridezilla. Complete. Read on AO3.
Read Chapter One
ii.
Jeremy is wearing all black, with an earpiece and clippings, fussing over a gigantic ice swan being carried by four large men/demons.
The statue wobbles and he squirms. "Careful!"
"You are not going to ruin this marriage, people! C'mon!"
The same old, beat-up blue pickup truck arrives, boxes and more boxes perched on top. Wynonna opens the door, leather jacket glistening in the cold autumn sun. The wind blows her hair like a L'oreal ad and she takes off her sunglasses in slow motion.
"Nothing can go wrong with this amount of booze, Jeremy." She smiles, licking her upper lip and tapping the pickup's ceiling three times. "Trust me."
"I'll believe it when I see it and complete a thorough inventory."
Wynonna rolls her eyes, but there's no bite to it, much like getting used to your family's quirks as a destiny. She sips from her flask. "As long as I get quality control duty."
-
The bright sun wakes Nicole, stretching over her skin. She grunts and turns to find the other side of the bed... empty? Cold?
"Waverly?" Eyes darting open and reaching for her gun under her bed, she sits up in a rush.
Her soon-to-be-wife is sitting on the armchair, painting her toenails. The sun creates a halo across her hair; she smiles, the corner of her eyes crinkling. "Morning, baby."
Nicole lets out a shaky breath and hides her gun again. "Sorry, I-" She scoots closer to the edge of the bed. "I got scared for a moment."
Waverly offers her a soft, soft look. The soft pink robe reaches the floor as she walks the few steps between them. "I woke at the crack of dawn and couldn't sleep, thinking about marrying my best girl."
Hands on Waverly's hips, Nicole pulls her closer to stand between her legs. "Excited?"
"I painted my nails and did my eyebrows and my hair was such a mess," Waverly straddles Nicole's lap, "I had to do something about it, and then I re-wrote my vows twice, first in my head and then on a piece of paper, which I hid it from your curious eyes." She chuckles when Nicole hides her face in the crook of her neck and takes a deep breath.
"And here I was, thinking someone would wake up with a hangover."
"Never." Waverly huffs, squeezing Nicole's shoulders. "Then I started thinking about you, pretty face and great butt, but I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. You looked so cute and I want to marry you already," she whines.
Nicole pulls back and takes a long moment to look at Waverly's face, hand placing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"What are you thinking?" Waverly tries to read her expression and fails. "Are you having second thoughts?" Her eyes widen and Nicole blinks three times. The words stalling falling from her mouth in quick succession, barely a shred of a second to think, "Because that's totally normal for the bride or groom to get really nervous with such a big decision, and we decided to spend the night together so there's no one to calm you down besides me, which isn't going to help much, because I'm the girl that got you stuck here with a big responsibility and a ring on your hand and I-"
She's so cute. Nicole smiles and kisses her, gentle and sweet, one hand cupping Waverly's cheek. It does get her to stop babbling.
"I love you." She joins their foreheads and Waverly takes a deep breath, still a pout on her lower lip. She licks and kisses the pout away, scratching the back of Waverly's neck until she lets out the little sigh Nicole knows so well. "Wherever you go, I go. This is it, baby. You and me."
A loud knock startles them both. "Are you decent?"
Nicole grunts and throws her body back on the bed.
"And Wynonna." Waverly laughs. "Come in!"
Bottle in hand and reeking of whiskey, Wynonna stumbles in.
Nicole raises an eyebrow. "It's 10 am."
Wynonna waves and scoff. "I have something important to say." She stops in the middle of the room and looks at Waverly and Nicole.
"I don't want you to move out." She takes a deep breath. "I like having both of you around. It's... better. Safer. We haven't talked about it, but I know you're probably planning to move to Nicole's-"
"Hey," Waverly answers like she's trying not to scare a kitten. She gets up and gets closer to her sister. "You're not losing me."
"Us." Nicole sits up on the bed.
Wynonna takes a gulp and winces. "We can fix the house, get you more room, better locks, soundproof the entire place, anything you want."
"Wynonna," Waverly whispers, a hand on her sister's arm and eyes watering.
"We built something good, baby girl." Wynonna sighs. "All of us. Together."
Nicole looks at Waverly and they have an entire conversation between them.
She gets up to stand in front of Wynonna. "We'll always fight by your side." She grabs the bottle as Wynonna tries to take another sip. "I'm sure we can figure something out."
Wynonna takes the bottle back and shrugs. "Whatever. Just... think about it. It's not like I'm charging you rent or anything."
Waverly goes in for a hug, but Wynona scurries away without closing the door.
"That was..." Nicole breathes out. "Unexpected."
Wynonna peaks her head on the door. "I'm dealing with a lot of shit." She drinks from her bottle and leaves again.
-
The kitchen is a mess of pans, pots, and seasonings.
Rachel points at the table. "I've made you breakfast. Doc said you both need a full stomach to start the day." She shrugs like she doesn't even care. "He also said he expects you for Best Cowboy duties in 30min."
Waverly claps and does a little jump. "What are we having?"
"Vegan chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled tofu, tea, and a green smoothie for you." She places on the table a procession of dishes. "Real eggs with bacon, a cappuccino, and french toast for Nicole because she doesn't need to suffer the indignity of eating vegan on her wedding day."
They take a seat. "It looks amazing." Nicole smiles. "Thank you, Rachel."
"Yeah." Rachel grunts, taking powdered sugar and finishing the pancakes. "I figured I was your best shot at eating something edible."
It tastes every bit as good as it looks.
-
Nicole pulls Waverly by the waist until they are flush against one another. "Good luck with the best ladies." She steals a kiss, and then another.
"Good luck with the Best Cowboy." Waverly smiles, coy, messing with the lapel of Nicole's jacket. "Don't do anything too crazy."
Nicole could kiss the daylights out of her. "Can't wait to see you in a wedding dress."
"Oh, you're going to love it." Waverly's voice drops two octaves too low and Nicole shivers. "Later, gator." She pushes Nicole out the door and enters the house giggling.
Nicole looks around the front yard filled with people coming and going. Doc arrives from a distance.
She jumps when Mercedes screeches, further terrorizing the catering crew. "Unacceptable! Don't you people know how to fold a cloth napkin properly?"
She demonstrates three times and makes them prepare and place each one to perfection. A young boy tires and folds the wrong way.
Mercedes hisses. "I will kill you and your whole family."
The boy gets it right the second time.
Nicole mouths an apologetic "She doesn't mean it," even though she knows Mercedes does very much mean it.
Doc arrives, thankfully. "Let me take you away from the madness, Sheriff." He opens Charlene's door for Nicole.
"Not a moment too soon." Nicole jumps in.
-
Nedley, clean-shaven and dressed in a handsome wool suit, is waiting for them at Shorty's. "I took the liberty of getting the first round started." He points to the drinks on the counter.
"You know how to please a man," Doc sighs and takes his hat off, downing his whiskey in one gulp.
If that man isn't Wynonna's soulmate, no one is.
"How are you feeling?" Nedley helps Nicole out of her coat. "Getting the jitters?"
"Not really." Nicole walks with him towards the booze. "I wish the wedding started already. I can't wait."
"Young love." Nedley gives her a knowing smile. "Just a couple more hours, darling."
Nicole smiles back and grabs her drink.
-
The phone rings across the room.
Nicole rushes to it. "Is everything okay?"
"No demon, Sheriff." Wynonna scoffs. "With Peacemaker and Rosita, we're more than covered. Your girl, however, is having a little freak-out."
Waverly can be heard in the background. "I am perfectly reasonable!"
"Could you tell your woman you still want to marry her?"
Nicole bites back a smile. "Sure."
A moment later: "Hi, sweetie."
"I heard my best girl is having a little freakout."
"Am not."
Nicole can hear the adorable pout in her voice. "I can't wait to be married to your beautiful face, you know." She hums. "Watching you walk down the aisle. Having that ring on your finger."
Waverly sniffs. "Really?"
She overhears Wynonna's fake puking and Waverly's whispered "stop it".
"Mhmm. Celebrating with our family. Carrying you inside the bedroom and having my way with my wife."
Waverly sighs. "It feels so good when you say that."
"Wife. Partner. Love of my life." Nicole's voice is pure honey. "My wife, and no one else's."
Waverly purrs. "I can't wait, too. I bet you look so sharp."
Nicole smiles because she does: brown pants and vest, crisp white shirt, hair down in delicate waves. "I bet you look drop-dead gorgeous."
"Can we get married already?"
"Just one more hour, baby."
-
No trace of chaos and confusion when Nicole arrives:
Decoration in place, flowers everywhere, ginormous ice swan, blue sky smiling at her.
Jeremy greets them in a dark grey suit, earpiece still in place. "Welcome to your wedding, Nicole."
Arms locked with Doc, she smiles and allows Jeremy to lead them.
The guests stand up — the whole town, in their best Sunday attire.
Doc's firm hand over hers keeps hers from trembling. "One foot in front of the other. That's all there is to it."
The music begins: it’s Ella and Louis' Tenderly.
They walk slow and sure, locking eyes with the crowd as they pass.
The altar they made themselves over two laborious weeks looks perfect.
Nicole takes her place, Doc right behind her.
Heart thumping, mouth dry, she has no idea how much time passes before the music changes to Cheek to Cheek.
Waverly and Wynonna appear, arm in arm.
Waverly waves with a nervous smile, and they lock eyes. This is it.
Yes, Louis, her heart beats so she can hardly speak.
Her dress is so pretty. She's everything Nicole has ever dreamed of.
She dries a stubborn tear or two, breath caught.
Wynonna clears her throat. "Make an honest woman out of my sister, will you?" They take their time in their hug; this time it's not awkward. "I will skin you alive if you do anything to her and I will enjoy it."
"Noted." Nicole chuckles, squeezing Wynonna one last time before stepping back.
She offers a hand to Waverly, who takes it to climb the one step to stand in front of Nicole. "Gorgeous," she mouthes.
Waverly's brown eyes sparkle. "You're here."
She takes Waverly's hands. "I am."
Nedley begins his speech. He talks about union, love, and dedication. All Nicole sees is how Waverly's hair catches the light, the smell of lavender and honey, and the cool autumn breeze against her skin.
-
The silence falls thick, the air pregnant with expectation.
"Nicole, you turned me inside out since I first met you. Thank God Shorty didn't fix that tap." She gives a bright smile, squeezing Nicole's hand. "I never thought someone so generous, so loving, could exist, and yet here you are, standing in front of me. You give me more than I could ever hope to get out of this life. You see me." She makes a long pause. "I love every part of you. I promise you everything I am."
"Waverly..." She takes a deep breath. "You have the most kind, beautiful soul I have ever met. I'd be crazy if I didn't fall for you, if I didn't fight for us. Every time you look at me, my heart flutters with how much love I carry for you in my whole body." Her voice trembles. "I'll follow you wherever you go. I'll choose you, again and again, and again, as long as you'll have me. You are my destiny."
She slides the ring on Waverly's finger with trembling hands.
Waverly draws a sharp breath before taking the other ring and doing the same.
Nedley declares them officially married.
"Finally," Nicole sighs. She pulls Waverly close, turning and bending her backward before giving her a deep kiss.
The crowd cheers, fireworks exploding in the sky.
-
The food looks amazing, but Nicole wouldn't know.
It's a flurry of movement: greeting guests, shaking hands, Jeremy taking hundreds of photos.
Wynonna grabs the microphone and announces: "Let's get this party started!"
Rachel presses play and I Put a Spell on You comes on.
With a mischievous look, Waverly rips her dress to reveal a cooler, shorter dress underneath.
Nicole takes off her vest, throws it on Wynonna's face, and opens three buttons on her white shirt.
Waverly takes a few steps back, hips moving to the beat and finger calling Nicole forward.
She pretends to be busy rolling her sleeves up, eyes never leaving her wife.
Shoulders moving, steps in quick succession, Nicole follows. They circle each other, smiles broad and malicious.
One, two, three slow steps. Nicole pulls Waverly flush against her.
Waverly pushes her away and turns, only to be pulled back again.
That perfect ass grinds against Nicole, hand reaching to the back of her neck, "Just wait until I'm alone with you," she whispers in Waverly's ear and feels her shiver.
She grabs the hand on her neck and uses it to turn Waverly back to her again, bodies moving together in perfect sync.
"When you do," Waverly tells her, hungry eyes and lips parted, "you'll find I'm not wearing any panties."
Nicole almost misses a step.
-
The party roars, booze flowing. Rachel's impeccable setlist keeps everyone high, horny, and in the mood.
Soaked in whiskey and sweat, Nicole dances with her wife. A hand holds her glass up, a firm palm spread on Waverly's lower back, hips moving together.
She's everything Nicole can see, smell, feel.
Foreheads together, Waverly mouths the music against Nicole's lips, breaths mingling. Arms around Nicole's neck, she leans back, exposing that sexy neck and a dirty smile.
Nicole wastes no time kissing her pulse point, teasing with her teeth. Waverly grabs her hair, pulling her closer, whimpering.
"Baby," Nicole soothes the skin with her tongue. "I need to have you."
She gets a breathy moan. "And how are we going to make that happen?"
In the middle of her haze, Nicole assesses their surroundings. The house is filled with people to the brim, the front yard is full of people making out...
-
The music thumps on, muffled in the background.
Waverly jumps on Nicole, who promptly grabs her thighs and pushes her against the barn door. "My wife," she groans over and over again between kisses, biting Waverly's lower lip.
Waverly wraps her legs even tighter around Nicole's waist, grabbing her hair. "Baby, please." They moan in each other's mouths when their tongues meet, and it's not enough. "I need you three fingers deep, right now."
Nicole grunts, throbbing with want, taking Waverly to a pile of hay and settling on top of her. "Anything my girl wants," she pulls the dress down to kiss those perfect breasts, "she will get it." Her mouth latches on a nipple, sucking and biting and pulling just how Waverly likes it.
Waverly whines, nails sinking on Nicole's back. She spreads her legs further, so willing, dress riding up her thighs.
"You're so wet." Nicole sighs, running a slow finger through Waverly's folds. "Is that all for me?"
Waverly gasps and pulls Nicole closer. "All for you, baby. Just for you."
Nicole can't deny her any longer, two fingers slipping inside.
"Yes yes yes-", Waverly moans, hips canting when Nicole picks up the pace. "More, baby, more."
Gasping for air, Nicole adds a third finger. "So good," she mumbles, "So tight." Her voice strained, watching Waverly biting her lower lip in pure bliss.
She gets faster, rougher, taking it almost all out before thrusting inside again, feeling her wife pulsing around her fingers.
"You fuck me so good, baby," Waverly gasps, holding on to Nicole's shirt for dear life. "Only you," she moans, again and again.
"All mine." Nicole curls her fingers, hard kisses on Waverly's neck, as her wife gets even tighter, wetter, more desperate.
Waves comes with a sharp cry, tears falling, back arching.
Nicole stays inside her, kissing her earlobe softly as she whimpers.
"So good." Waverly kisses her lazy and slow, whimpering when Nicole takes her fingers away. "So good." She sighs, taking Nicole's hands and dutifully licking her fingers.
Nicole groans when Waverly starts sucking. "Don't make me fuck you again."
Waverly smiles. "Counting on that, baby."
Nicole leans in for another kiss.
-
Wynonna barges into the barn with a big, big smile. "Told you so!"
Waverly and Nicole scramble to cover themselves, behind some wooden boxes.
"Couldn't get past midnight, could you lovebirds?" She wiggles her eyebrows before leaving. "Pay up, losers!"
"Man, couldn't they wait another hour?" She hears Rosita. "I was counting on the money."
"Tell me about it. Could have been one hour earlier." Is that Doc? "Take it."
Nicole rolls her eyes, a grin on the corner of her mouth.
Waverly bumps shoulders with Nicole. "That's the life you chose." She starts getting dressed.
Nicole watches, everything else fading to the background. "It's the life I chose," she agrees, admiring the lean back of her wife and how her tousled hair moves.
Waverly reads her eyes and giggles, offering her hand. "C'mon, there's a whole party waiting for us."
Nicole closes the buttons on her shirt and lets Waverly pull her up.
She cups her wife's face for a long moment, basking in how she leans into the touch and closes her eyes.
Waverly wraps her arms around her, their breaths in sync.
