Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too
He can’t help it. Harrison leans into his mate’s - no his husband’s touch. He can feel his mate through their link and the sensation is amazing. Wayne is soaring with pride and love in a way that is almost overwhelming. He can’t tell where his feelings end and Wayne’s begin, but he doesn’t care. Somehow it just makes the moment sweeter. He can feel his lower lip wibble, but he tries his best not to cry…. again.
Instead he hooks his arm in Wayne’s and leads him up the aisle as their guests continue to clap. And as they pass, each guest takes the bag of blue and gold rose petals from under their chair and begins throwing them in the air as the couple passes, until the pair is walking in a sea of beautiful petals. It’s gorgeous and perfect…. just the way Harrison had hoped.
After the ceremony there were quite literally hundreds of hands to shake, since the guest total numbered well over 500. But Harrison barely even noticed. He was still high off the bliss of his perfect wedding to his perfect mate. His business associates got grateful handshakes, but his friends got big hugs. Including Megamind, who made a face like a wet cat when Wayne lifted him into a burly embrace, but otherwise didn’t object. Much.
After the receiving line was photographs, and Harrison and Wayne left their guests to take some lovely shots. They were simple and intimate, with both of them beaming wide and genuine smiles. They even took a few with some of their guests, including an all blue boys shot with Six, Megamind, Mykaal, Harrison, and even Jack Maple. There were posed photographs with Femme Megamind and Roxanne (and Vycter and Aqua too). And a few with the warden and Harrison, who was polite enough not to mention that he’d seen the gruff older man wiping a tear during the ceremony. Harrison was aware of a tiny flicker of sadness across his mate’s face at that moment. He’d invited Lady Scott but she had declined to attend, so his mate wouldn’t get a photo with the only family he’d ever known. All the more reason for Harrison to pull Wayne into multiple photos with John and Minion. They were their own little family now, Scotts be damned.
Finally there was dinner, a five course affair with surf and turf just the way Wayne had requested. Of course that came after a luscious autumn squash soup and an intricate salad. Harrison had insisted on the pair sitting down and enjoying their dinner to the fullest — he knew Wayne needed the protein and he’d heard too many horror stories of couples who barely got to eat at their own wedding. No, they sat leisurely at the head table, enjoying a moment together as everyone ate, interrupted only by clinking glasses requesting that they kiss. Soon the venue was busing tables and the wedding planner was indicating it was time to head back up under the dome for dancing with plenty of champagne.
In fact Harrison was just tipping back the last of a flute of his favorite expensive champagne (only the best for his wedding day of course) when the wedding planner tapped him on the shoulder. The string orchestra was warmed up and it was time for the first dance. He grinned and made his way over to where his mate was chatting with a small group of friends.
"Excuse me Sir. May I have this dance?" Harrison asked his husband with a cheeky grin.
[Due to his height, a lot of the thrown petals end up in his face, prompting his invulnerability to kick in despite the lack of real need for it. On the plus side, that means that neither he nor Harrison end up with flowers slipping into their clothing, stuck to their teeth, or anything else embarrassing. They walk through the whirlwind of blue and gold like a dream, surrounded by pure beauty, but untouched by it.]
* * *
[With all of the congratulations and the pictures, Wayne can’t help but be reminded of who should be there, the supportive parents he never had, but that is outweighted by the support of his new family and his friends. To have to many of the people he cares about gathered around him means a lot. He’s not nearly as alone a cut off from people as he once was. If some of the other Waynes had had real friends like this early enough in their lives, there’s a good chance that they wouldn’t have quit so soon or in such a bad way.]
[He gladly sits down for a meal. While he hasn’t been exerting himself much, even with the emotion stuff factored in, he’s still very hungry because it’s been a long while since breakfast. Wayne makes a point of avoiding anything sugary, fruit included, as he eats more of everything else than a few of their guests do combined.]
[After dinner, Wayne putters about, chitchatting with various groups, and sticking more towards groups of friends, but also occasionally going out of his way to talk to important persons, business partners, politicians, and the like. The drink in his hand, while still the same champagne, has been liberally watered down with seltzer water to keep up the carbonated appearance and bring down the alcohol level. It’s not as good that way, but he’d really rather not get tipsy at their reception. This proves to be a very good choice as Harrison meanders over and asks for a dance.]
I’d love to. [He hands his glass off to a friend and takes Harrison’s hand, more than ready to head out on to the dancing floor and show off a little bit.]
Harrison leads Wayne out to the center of the dance floor as Minion gets up in front of the orchestra with a microphone.
"Excuse me, excuse me. I know you’re all having a wonderful time and you probably would like to dance. But before we open the floor to everyone, Harrison and Wayne would like to share their first dance as a married couple!" the fish said, raising a glass and looking to the conductor, who taps her baton against her music stand then raises it. And soon the gentle strings begin to play the Teddy Bear Song by Elvis Presley.
Harrison takes one of Wayne’s thick hands in his and settles his other hand up on his mate’s massive shoulder. He’s grinning like an idiot and looking deep into his husband’s violet eyes. Today may just be the happiest day of his life and he’s not going to hold anything back. No matter who is watching.
"I’ll always be your little blue teddy bear Mister Drake-Scott," he says, not caring how sappy it sounds.
[Wayne blushes ever so faintly as Minion makes the announcement. Whether it’s the phrasing or the fact that everyone’s eyes are suddenly on them again, he’s not sure. Not that it makes him hesitate at all as they move into the first few steps of their dance with Harrison leading.]
[Smiling back at his husband, it’s hard not to let everything go with Harrison being so perfectly elated. It’s this that truly matters today, his mate’s happiness.] Does that make me your big pale teddy bear, Mister Drake-Scott?
I swear a lot of people would be less confused about their sexual orientation if they knew that romantic orientations were also a thing.
YES THIS IS TRUE. AND THAT THE TWO ORIENTATIONS DO NOT HAVE TO MATCH.