#wedding!fic

[monicashipscoliver]

It’s simple. Or at least it should be. Walk down the aisle. Say the I Do’s.

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.

Oliver smiles, brilliant and beautiful and blinding. “You do.”

[samallcapswilson]

Is it too extra to imagine that samstevebucky have four dances just for them at their wedding?

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.

This is so extra but so are the boys and don’t worry all the guests get invited back to the dance floor with Stevie’s Signed Sealed Delivered.

[everlarkficquestions]

Any fanfic where K&P meet at a wedding or go to one together?

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

The Escort - atetheredmind aka @muttpeeta

[thekingslover]

Dean’s tired of the playground, about to run back to his mom and ask if they can leave now, when he notices another boy sitting alone on the swing set. He’s not swinging though, just staring down at his stuffed bee. He’s not crying but he looks like he could.

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!”

“Surgery?” Cas sniffles.

“Don’t cry!” Dean holds out his hand. “My mom is the best at surgery. She fixed my tiger’s paw when it cut. He’s better now.” He nods with authority.

Cas nods too, which Dean approves of. Then Cas takes Dean’s hand, which Dean also approves of.

“Mom!” Dean shouts across the playground. When they finally get to her she is smiling at Dean and then at Cas. “Mr. Bee is hurt!”

She gasps, “Oh no!”

“Show her, Cas!”

Holding tightly to Dean’s hand, Cas inches closer and holds up Mr. Bee. “His leg... ma’am...”

“We have to -” Dean’s nose is running so he wipes his arm across it. “- surgery.”

“May I?” She holds her hands out for Mr. Bee.

Cas looks at Dean, who nods. Cas nods too and Dean’s mom takes Mr. Bee.

“Oh my, yes. This is very serious.” She wobbles the leg. “Fortunately!” Leaving Mr. Bee on her lap, she reaches into her bag and withdraws a small kit with a needle and thread. “I’m always prepared.”

Cas’s eyes go wide. “You can fix him?”

“Of course, dear.”

“Cas! His name is Cas!” Dean helpfully supplies.

“Of course, Cas,” his mom says then, in the nice kind of way she usually only speaks to Sam and Dean.

Cas smiles all toothy wide - he’s missing a few.

Years and years later, Dean wonders if she knew right then that Cas would become another son.

When he asks her, she smiles wide and straightens his bow tie. “You never let go of that boy’s hand.”

Dean looks down at the ring on his left hand, the one that matches the ring on Cas’s. “And I never will.”

[everlarkficquestions]

is there a story thats like annie and finnick are getting married and katniss is the maid of honor and peeta is the best man but they don't know each other and meet through their wedding? if not, i guess ill have to give it a go myself

Here’s one exactly like that:

The Wedding Party - Mbaby1992

(You should totally still write one, though)

[everlarkficquestions]

fics where katniss and peeta go to a wedding together/meet at a wedding?

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

Apple Pie Moonshine - chele20035

[thekingslover]

Dean’s standing just inside the Novak’s front door, in his rented tuxedo. His fingers twitch nervously around the single white rose he brought, the stem only long enough to slip a pin through. It matches the one on his own lapel. He hopes Cas likes it, though maybe red would have been more romantic.

“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.

“You alright?” Chuck asks, worry in his voice.

Dean, meanwhile, is too breathless to speak.

Cas, safe in Dean’s arms, merely nods as he again looks up at Dean. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks and Dean really wants to kiss him. He refrains though, when Chuck comes closer.

With Cas off the stairs and standing up on his own, Dean lowers his hands. The rose he holds is only a little crushed, though he’s more embarrassed by it now. Like this, it’s not good enough for Cas. Even when it had been at it’s best, it was only barely good enough.

“Dean?”

“It’s just... it’s not much...” Dean holds up the crumbled flower to Cas. “It was silly anyway, I’ll just get rid of it.”

“No!” Cas says. He takes the rose from Dean and holds it tenderly in his palms like a precious treasure. “It’s perfect.” His smile lights the room. “Pin it on me?”

Dean, chest full of love, eagerly does.

Chuck snaps a picture.

Years later, Dean pins another white rose to Cas’s t-shirt. They didn’t have time to rent tuxes. They wanted to get married right away, as soon as it was legal in their state. Still, Cas smiles like Dean just gifted him the whole world.

They stand in front of the judge, trade vows to the cheers of Chuck and Dean’s parents behind them, and kiss.

Hand in hand, husbands now, Dean knows the truth.

The greatest gift is Cas himself. His love. His smile. His warm hand in Dean’s. His promise, “I’ll love you forever.”

Dean kisses him again, just because. “I’ll love you for longer.”

[thekingslover]

(prompt: married!/wedding!destiel)

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.”

A comfortable silence falls between them, broken a few long minutes later when Dean turns and kisses Cas’s temple. “You’d tell me if I’m dreaming, right? This all feels so much like I dream, I’m kind of nervous I’ll wake up in a motel room, alone.”

“I’m real, Dean.” Cas looks down at the silver band on his finger, the one placed there only a few short hours ago by Dean himself. “This is real.”

“You know what?” Dean whispers into Cas’s hair. His breath tickles Cas’s ear. “If this is a dream -”

“It’s not,” Cas says, to be clear.

Dean groans and rolls his eyes. “Come on, Cas. I’m trying to be romantic.”

“Oh. Well, then continue.”

Dean sighs and says, “If this is a dream -”

“Still, though, Dean, I don’t want you to worry. It’s not a dream. It’s real.”

“Dang it, Cas.” Dean removes his arm from Cas’s shoulder and stands. Cas stands, too, and reaches for Dean’s hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please go on.”

Dean sighs again, dramatically, but he’s smiling when looks back at Cas. He squeezes Cas’s hand. “If this is a dream...” He pauses, eying Cas. When Cas stays quiet, he continues, “I hope I can stay here forever. With you. Together.”

“It’s not a dream, though,” Cas says and Dean laughs.

“Alright, alright.” He pulls Cas into a hug and Cas quickly melts against him. Dean is warm. His arms are strong, but his hands are gentle as they rub up and down Cas’s back. “How about this. Let’s stay together forever anyway.” When Cas opens his mouth, Dean adds, “Awake.”

Cas smiles. “That sounds perfect, Dean.”