When the Moon Married the Sun

POV- First (Ryan-centric)

By: I-Am-Ringleader

(A/N) I wanna say thank you to all of my lovely followers on Tumblr, y'all have been a great stress reliever for me! I'd have lost it without y'all! And thanks to mah AMAZING friends for listening to me ramble on and on..and on..about this fanfiction, and for entertaining all my ideas regarding the plot, both good and bad. And lastly, thanks to my betas blueeagles10 and princesskurof-jones. I wish I could give you all a MILLION RYDEN CLONES! You know you would take them...

The grand church doors stood wide open, and through then I could hear the first few strains of the traditional wedding march. I took a deep breath and started down the aisle, and the scene hit me full force. The first thing I noticed was the ever-present cross that seemed to adorn every church ever made. I cringed a little; I wasn't religious, at all actually, but the church had flat out refused to take it down. Contrary to the state of the doors, it was a small church, but it was perfect for what Brendon and I wanted. The church had high, arching ceilings, amplifying the organ off to the side, which was playing the march. To my left were five small dark wood benches with a large red rose on each end. The only remarkable thing about them was that they were empty. Something in me snapped as I realized this, for those benches were for Brendon's family. That's where Brendon's family should have been—should BE. I was getting madder still. How dare they?! How dare they not even bother to show up to their own son's wedding? Why couldn't they just forget and be happy that their youngest son had finally found love? More questions burned in me. How could they still be convinced that he could be proper loving? How could they abandon their most amazing son and do this to him and to-. I cut off my own thoughts, pulling me back to the glorious, amazing present. I could hate them with all my being later, when I wasn't busy marrying the man of my dreams.

I was still walking, for my rant had really only lasted two seconds or so. I glanced to my right, and inwardly gave a sigh of relief when I realized these benches weren't empty...even if they were only occupied by three people. Jon, Brendon's "Best Man" ("Not as best as you, honey." "You better not be lying Bren.") stood in the pew closest to the front in a black tuxedo, even though Brendon pushed for rainbow ones. I told him it was stereotypical and tacky, and the matter was dropped. Next to Jon was—oh my God was that a cat? After really slightly straining my eyes I could see that, oh dear, that was Dylan, Jon's cat. I could only think of one reason he was here, and that was "because he's a cat that fucking fetches Ross, what don't you love?". Although, even Dylan had exerted some effort to look nice. He was well groomed, had recently had a bath by the looks of it-Now how did Jon swing that? Amazing.- and was wearing a black collar with a little black bow on the end. One pew back stood Keltie. Yes, that Keltie. I wanted Spencer to be my "Maid of Honor" so to speak, but he had declined because I wouldn't change the title. So, in a desperate attempt, I called her. She had remained my friend, was fine with me breaking up with her for Brendon, and needed someplace to wear her new dress, so I figured she would do all right. And then Spencer stood sternly in the third pew. This was the same Spencer who had been my friend for years, and who still hadn't shaved his beard for the wedding—thank God. He wore a smart three piece black suit, and looked serious as he saw me walk up the aisle, then I saw him covertly flash me two thumbs up.

I belatedly realized that a long, white carpet was under me, leading to the alter. My eyes followed the carpet to the alter and there stood the best damn thing in the room. Brendon. As I drew closer my breath hitched in my throat. Oh my God, he looked beautiful. He looked so fucking amazing it made me want to cry. We were both wearing matching white tuxedos with red lapels and cuffs, but while Brendon had a red rose in his lapel, I had a bouquet made up entirely of red roses, except for one white rose in the center. It was tied with a black ribbon. ("So you have the bouquet, Ry? Does this make you the bride?" "Shut up, Spence.") I was closer to the alter now, almost there, almost to Brendon. Bren. Brenny. My Brenny. Oh, that sounded amazing on my tongue...my Brenny...he really was mine. And I'll be damned if anyone tries to take him from me. With a start, I had reached the alter, and I turned to face Brendon. His full lips were spread into a heart-stopping smile, and his eyes shone with pure bliss. But, there was also a hint of hurt in them, most likely from his family standing him up. The organ stopped playing, and I looked into Brendon's big chocolate eyes and grinned. My roses were held firmly in my white gloved hands as he took them in his own. I reveled in the touch. Any contact with him made butterflies appear in my stomach, and oh, how he knew it too. His favorite thing to do was to wrap his arms around my waist from behind while I was cooking dinner. Hey, I've burned myself once or twice because he did that! ("OH MY GOD, RYAN YOU COOK HIM DINNER!?...and you wear an APRON? God, you are the wife!" "JON—SHUT UP.") He was playful like that.

My smile grew wider as he ran his thumb over my hand in smooth, slow motions, tracing over my knuckles and down the hollow between my pointer finger and thumb. I looked deeper into his eyes and this time they held no troubling undercurrent. He showed only joy, bliss, and they held something else: a promise. All this time the preacher had been talking, and now it was time to exchange rings and vows. I held my breath as Brendon began to speak. "Ryan," his voice was shaky, "when you agreed to marry me I thought I was the luckiest, happiest man on Earth." My eyes swelled with unsummoned tears. "But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was wrong. Being up here with you now, I am the happiest a person can be. I don't think so, I l know so. Ryan Ross, you complete me. You remember how we, together, wrote a song about how the moon met the sun, and that made everything golden. Well, now the moon has married the sun, and everything is so much better than golden. I bring this up because you are the moon to my sun, the night to my day, and so much more." I started to cry tears of happiness, and his eyes smoldered with sincerity. "Ryan, when I see you, you make me want to write love letter and poems, even though I am not the poetic one." I gave a teary giggle at his words. "You make me want to sing and dance. And this isn't every once in a while, Ry. This is everyday of my life. This is everyday when I wake up next to you, and even the days I don't. I believe that, in my years of knowing you, you have made me a better person. You teach me more about love and being in love everyday, and I am honored that an extraordinary person like you would marry an ordinary person like me. I love you with everything I have and I always will." I was full-blown crying now, and I think Brendon was a little too. He slipped the inconspicuous metal band onto my ring finger. I then said my vows to him, and was embarrassed. It seems my poetic skills had left me, so I thought his vows were much more eloquent than mine. But he grinned and cried a little all the same.

After I had slid the ring on his finger, the preacher, who respected our wishes to have the ceremony to be un-religous, spoke up. " I now pronounce you...ah...umm.." he stumbled and faltered. Brendon raised and eyebrow at him. "Ahh..." The poor man was sweating bullets. "OH JUST KISS TO SEAL THE DEAL ALREADY!" It was Jon from the audience. "But don't run out of breath!" Keltie hurriedly added. " I concur." the preacher chimed in. Everyone, even Brendon and myself laughed. Brendon stared into my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. I gently pressed my lips to his more full ones in a warm, chaste, kiss. Everyone clapped, even the preacher and pianist. Jon rapid fire clicked on a camera, and Spence, strong Spence, was crying ans clapping like a dork. Keltie...had already left? Bitch! Well, I wouldn't be talking to her much anymore anyways. I had Brenny all to myself now. As Brendon and I walked down the aisle to go to the reception, Spencer and Jon shared A Look. They pulled their hands out of their pockets and blew into them, sending glitter of all things, glitter, flying through the air to cover us. Brendon laughed and playfully tried to shield me with his arms. I half glared, half grinned at them as Brendon pulled me out the door and kissed me on the mouth. No matter, I would get them back at the reception later.

He pulled back after a particularly long kiss, and I looked around. My eyes settled on a waiting...limo?! We hadn't called for a limo...had we? Brendon's expression told me we hadn't. The driver out front held a sign that said "Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross" in bold black letters. I gasped, and tugged on Brendon's arm, like he couldn't see it. "Brenny!" I squeaked happily, "That's us!"

(A/N) I hope you enjoyed all the AMAZING FLUFFINESS in this first chapter! I'll post the second one soon, and there will be, ah, love-making, in later chapters, if you stick with me! I expect to have about ten chapters, so expect sex in chapters seven through ten. I swear it will happen. And I am SO SORRRYYY! My chapters will be shorter than most authors, as i can only get on in secret (shh!) Love ya and happy Ryden-ing. Review/comment.