Haha I don't know anything about weddings but whatever, it wouldn't be any fun if it were just like every wedding ever. Their wedding is less traditional, I guess. Plus, I've come this far and I will not skip any of these. I mean I have twelve hours to write this shit and it will be the good and maybe I can even get a head start on tomorrow's chapter. Anyway, here is the wedding chapter. (modern AU because that seems like more fun to me) Also I used google translate so excuse my french quite literally because there's a good chance it isn't grammatically correct. Also also the song is by Ron Pope.

Everything was perfect on the day that Armin and Jean got married. They had decided on a winter wedding, because Armin loved the snow, and Jean loved to see him happy. He had been a little worried in the week before it happened, because there was no snow, but then the best combination of things happened. First there was an ice storm that that made it look like everything had been dipped in glass, and it was beautiful, even if it did make it hard to drive anywhere. Then there was the snow. Jean had never believed in god, but the whole thing made him wonder if maybe he was real, and if he really loved Armin. Who didn't? The snow was about a foot deep, which was yet again troubling because they had no idea how in the world guests were supposed to get to the wedding. But miraculously, in the two days that followed the roads were able to be cleared enough that it was safe to drive, and barely any of the snow and ice melted.

The ceremony was to be held in a building with lots of windows. It was a place that Armin had picked out, of course. It was by a lake, and you could rent it for a day, so it was perfect really, and the entire wall facing the lake was glass, giving them a beautiful view. Even if the lake was frozen and covered in snow, it was beautiful and flat and sparkling white.

Jean had actually been sort of skeptical about the location, but as Marco parked the car (he was driving because he had said that the groom should never drive, but it was more likely because he was so distracted with thoughts about the wedding) and he saw it he was sold. Sure, the outside looked like a log cabin, but it was sort of charming, and inside the clean white walls made it bright and perfect for his husband because it really would look like some sort of winter wonderland. He got out of the car and smiled at his best friend and best man, in all his smiling freckly joy. He was almost as excited about this as Jean was.

It was nice to have a friend like Marco. Someone who loved you no matter what. When he had first started dating a boy, he had been sort of worried about what he would think. They had been roommates back then after all, but his friend was just happy that he had found out what his preference was early on in life. The gay thing was okay with him. Not that there was any reason it shouldn't have been, but it was a constant concern. Plus, he got along with Eren, and that was a miracle. He was able to keep their interactions reasonably civil.

The two were dressed almost identically, in black tuxedos with actual cot tails. Jean thought it was over the top, but they really did look pretty nice in it. Even the stupid little white gloves, which were more for the pictures that they would be taking outside. It wasn't like they kept their hands warm or anything, but it did at least make it look that way. He wondered if Armin had gloves too.

"We have to do something about your hair. That just isn't acceptable for a wedding." Marco locked the car and walked beside his friend to the front door of the building, opening it for him like he was worried about him messing up his gloves. Maybe he was. There were already several people here, too busy talking to notice the two of them walk in. Partly because they immediately went down the hall.

"What? I think it looks fine."

"It's the same as normal, Jean. You have to be fancy." He was practically dragged into the storage room, which had been converted to sort of a dressing room because apparently Armin had to wait in here until the wedding started so that Jean wouldn't see him. He wasn't here yet, but Jean hoped for his sake that he would arrive right when the wedding was about to start, because there was nothing to do in here.

Obviously his mother had seen them come in, because she bustled into the room, dressed up in a pretty red dress that looked wonderful on her. "I hope you two are planning to do something about that hair. You look like you just rolled out of bed."

"It isn't that bad!" he protested. It was no use. He was sat down in a chair, and his mother whipped out a comb and hair gel from who knows where because apparently she had been planning for this situation. Before he knew it, his hair was slicked back. It didn't actually look that bad, even if he wasn't used to it. Armin would like it. He would probably laugh, but it would be cute. "Am I acceptable for the public eye now?"

"Not quite." His mother answered, doing something with his jacket that he couldn't actually see because her hands were in the way and she was between him and the mirror. He felt something sharp poke him and he hissed in protest, which got him a muttered apology that wasn't really satisfactory in his opinion, but it was clearly the best he was going to get. Then his mom stepped back and he could finally see what it was that she was doing.

Of course. There was now a blue rose pinned to his lapel. One that looked perfect with the midnight blue pocket square, waistcoat, and tie, that all apparently matched Armin's tuxedo perfectly. He hadn't actually seen what his fiance would be wearing yet. It was a surprise. Neither knew what the other would look like. "There, now you're perfect." She smiled at him, and he noticed for the first time that she was crying. They were happy tears, or at least he thought so, but he still stood up and hugged her. Even though she was wearing heels, he was still a head taller than her. "Vous êtes tous grandi, je suis tellement fière de toi." (You are all grown up, I'm so proud of you.) She sniffled against his chest.

He was used to his mom crying, but it always made him uncomfortable. Maybe he just wasn't an emotional person or something, his mother certainly was. "Ne pleure pas maman, Je t'aime. Tout simplement parce que Armin et moi allons nous marier ne signifie plus je ne suis pas votre fils." (Don't cry mom, I love you. Just because Armin and I are getting married doesn't mean I'm not your son anymore.) He soothed, patting her on the back gently, like she was a child.

"Je sais, vous serez toujours mon bébé. Je suis juste un peu émotif en ce moment. Je suis ta mère, je ne ferais pas mon travail si je ne pleurais pas." (I know, you'll always be my baby. I'm just a little emotional right now. I'm your mom, I wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't crying.) She assured him, pulling away and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief that once again seemed to appear out of thin air. He wondered if maybe her dress had pockets.

"Je t'aime." (I love you) He patted her on the head, causing her to swat away his hand and over dramatically fix her hair.

"Je t'aime trop." (I love you too) She bustled out the door, probably going to talk to people and make sure that everyone out there were presentable. She always liked things to be perfect.

"Petit bébé de la maman." (Momma's little baby) Marco teased, elbowing him in the ribs. He had learned french when they were kids because that was how the Kirschtein family usually talked.

"Taire l'enfer, Marco." (Shut the hell up, Marco.) He couldn't help but smile. His best friend was here, speaking french with him and his crying mom, and he was getting married. Really actually married in real life. It wasn't even like in the Sims or Life the board game, this was for real. He had never thought that he would get married, not since he was a little kid.

Marco smiled back at him and fixed his own tie, which was grey, like his waistcoat. "You know, we should probably get out there. We can't let Armin see you when he gets here."

"Okay, I have a question though." Jean told him as they left the room. "There's only one door and that opens right into the main room. How will we avoid seeing each other by accident?" He hadn't really thought about it until now, but it was sort of an issue.

"Jean, there's a second door. See that one at the end of the hall? It goes outside. That's where Armin is coming in." Marco seemed to think that it was ridiculous for him not to know that, and it probably was. This was his wedding after all, he should probably know how everything was going to happen. That was sort of the whole point of planning your own.

"What? There's a second entrance?"

"Oh my god, I swear if you were planning this wedding by yourself it would be in a graveyard." Marco snorted pushing him forward and down the hall to the main room so that they could mingle a bit. Apparently that was what grooms did. Not that Armin was the bride or anything, obviously they were both grooms, that was the thing about two men marrying each other. It's just that Armin was more okay with being walked down the isle and plus he was sort of way prettier so he could make the grand entrance much more effectively.

He shook his head to clear it. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. Let's just try to socialize, okay?"

They were in the main room now, and it was beautiful. There were a bunch of people there, most of whom he didn't care about at the moment, all dressed up in their best main thing that caught his attention was the decorations. There were benches, of course, because you couldn't have a wedding without seating, all white with dark blue cushions, and blue roses on the ends. Someone had taken it upon themselves to put up decorations, though it was possible that it was part of the plans that Jean hadn't really payed any attention to, so all along the walls there heavy blue drapes, matching all the other blue that was in the wedding, wrapped around black curtain rods. It looked like what someone might do with streamers, but fancier because it was fabric instead of paper, and everything was just so pretty.

There were people talking to him, complimenting him on his tux and congratulating him, but he barely heard them. All he could do was nod and smile and pretend to be listening. What was Armin doing? Was he still getting ready or was he already here? Was he going to get dressed in that little room? It seemed like that wasn't a very logical choice because it would take a long time, but he would wait forever for Armin if that was what it took. And Also why did he keep having these ridiculous sappy thoughts? Someone asked him if he and Armin would be matching, and it was the first thing he really listened to since he had gotten out here. He hoped he hadn't answered any questions wrong, because he was pretty sure he had just been saying yes to whatever anyone asked him. "No he's wearing blue." He told them, as politely as he could. Eren had just come out of the hallway and said something to Marco which meant that his fiance must have gotten here.

Jean excused himself and jogged over. "So what's up?"

"He's ready." Eren told him, glaring. "And before things get started I wanted to talk to you." Marco walked away then, probably to tell people that they could start sitting down. "I guess this is actually happening now, like officially, and he's stuck with you. I'll tolerate you, for his sake, but I swear to god if you ever hurt him I will make your life a living hell."

"Thanks." That was actually really sweet for him. They hadn't ever gotten along, not even the first time they met. They had actually gotten in a couple of fist fights, one of them he remembered was because he called him a horse faced bastard. But even if they didn't like each other, Jean could appreciate that he was always looking out for Armin. Him and Mikasa both, although Mikasa was actually much scarier.

He didn't really remember how everything happened after that, he was too excited, but suddenly he was up at the altar and Marco was beside him. On his other side there was a gap, where Armin would be in a few moments, and then Eren and Mikasa, who were his best man and woman of course, because who else would be? And then the music was starting and he looked across the room.

Armin looked beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this time it brought tears to his eyes and he thought that maybe he was like his mom a little bit after all. He was wearing a tuxedo jacket with coat tails, much like his own, but instead of black it was a deep blue, brighter than navy and darker than his eyes and just beautiful, all except the lapel, which was black and had a white rose pinned to it instead of a blue one. His pants were black too, and he wore a cummerbund and bowtie instead of a waistcoat and tie, but it looked good on him. But the most important part was his face. He looked so happy, like he might just explode from all his excitement, and his smile was more visible than usual, because someone had taken it upon themselves to braid back the hair that usually framed his face. He wasn't sure who had done it, but they did a very good job, and it looked like they had poked little blue flowers into the braid. It was hard to tell from across the room.

His walk to the alter was agonizingly slow, but that was probably for the best because it was Armin's grandfather walking him down the isle, and he usually had to use a walker. Mr. Arlert was short, like his grandson, with pale blue eyes that looked almost blind. It was a huge surprise to jean that he was willing to come to the wedding at all, let alone agree to give him away, but it seemed he had misjudged the old man. He wasn't as close minded as he thought. That was good, Armin was so close with him that it would have been awfully hard on him if he had said no.

And then they were finally up to the alter and Jean's mother helped Mr. Arlert to his seat beside her.

Erwin, who was Jean's boss, friend, and an ordained minister had been asked to do the ceremony, and he had accepted gladly and even adjusted the words to make it more humorous and less religious in light of their particular situation. "We have come together in the presence of all you people to witness joining of this man and this other man in maybe not-so-holy Matrimony." As expected, that got a few laughs. "The bond of marriage signifies to us that they are really committed to this and also the bible commends it to be honored among all people. So if anyone gives these to crap just rub that in their faces." There were more giggles, and Erwin smiled before continuing. "The union of husband and other husband in heart, body, and mind is intended for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity and in the adoption of children, if they want to take that step. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, and deliberately. Into this union Armin Arlert and Jean Kirschtein now come to be joined.

"If any of you can show just cause why they may not be married, speak now; or forever hold your peace. At least around them." He waited a moment, looking at everyone as if daring them to say anything. He was a tall, muscular, intimidating sort of man, so it was actually quite effective, and if anyone had previously planned to, they didn't speak up. He turned back to the couple. "I require and charge you both, that if either of you know any reason why you may not be united in marriage, you do now confess it." As expected, neither man said a word, so he finished with. "And now the grooms will say the vows that they have each written."

Armin was to go first. Jean hadn't heard him speak yet today, which he normally wouldn't think about but they were getting married and he was just so excited because he was pretty sure the ceremony was almost over now and that meant they could move on to more fun stuff. Plus, he hadn't heard Armin's wedding vows yet, and obviously they would be wonderful. All his thoughts came to a stop when he started to speak, slipping a plain silver ring onto Jean's finger as he did. "I, Armin Arlert, vow to love you unconditionally, and to cherish each day we are together, to be your biggest fan, even though it will be difficult to compete with you sometimes, and to guide you whenever you need it, even if you don't know it yourself. I promise to never abandon you, through thick or thin, until death do us part."

Jean hadn't actually put much thought into his own vows. Not as much as Armin, anyhow. He also put a ring on his finger. "I promise to love you, and to honor you each and every day. To smile with you and cry with you, and support you when you need me to, to make you a better person, and let you do the same for me. I will be here to listen to your problems, and to hear you make better wedding vows than me, through thick and thin, till death do us part."

"That was sweet. Now, can everyone please get out their cell phone or camera and take a picture that way we can have pics to prove it did happen?" After a moment of confusion a most of the people did, his mother the most enthusiastic of them all. There were a few clicks and Erwin held up his hands. "Wait a second, wait for the cue. Okay, you may now kiss the.. Well, each other. Okay, now take the pictures."

The kiss was short and sweet, as they didn't want any of their friends making stupid comments. After that everything was a blur. Everyone left to go to the reception, and he and his new husband, their best men and woman, and their families went to take pictures. It was cold, but he didn't mind. He was close to Armin in most of them anyway, so they had body heat. He felt worse for Mikasa and his mother. Neither of their dresses looked particularly warm. They had to cut their photo shoot short when the two of them were shivering too hard to continue.

The reception was boring. Even as big headed as he was, all the compliments and gifts just wore him out. He just wanted to get on with it so they could go on their honeymoon (they were going to Hawaii because Armin loved the ocean and because it was probably the only place they didn't need a passport for, that would actually have a pleasant beach this time of year) They danced their first dance as a married couple to the song 'A Drop in the Ocean' which was really kind of sappy, but Armin liked it. Then they had their They had their parent dance, Jean's with his mother, of course, and Armin's with Mr. Arlert. It was all just a rush. They ate dinner and cut the cake, and both of them decided to be nice to the other and didn't get frosting all over each other's faces.

And then they were leaving, and people were blowing bubbles as they walked to the car, and it was the closest thing to a dream that he had ever experienced, because they were really together now, and they would be for the rest of their lives.

He opened the door for the other man, before getting into the drivers seat. "Hey, Armin?"

"Yeah?" The blonde sighed dreamily, looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Jean wondered if he looked the same way. Probably.

He grinned, ridiculously proud for some reason. Was proud a feeling that you were supposed to get after your wedding? If it wasn't then he didn't understand other married people. "We're married now. I'm your husband. We can actually refer to each other that way."

"I know, isn't it great?"

"Yeah."

Armin's smile suddenly grew much more mischievous, and he felt himself mirror the facial expression. "And you know what we're going to do as soon as we get to our hotel?"

"I think I might have an idea." He wiggled his eyebrows in that way that always made him laugh. It didn't fail this time either.

"I think your idea just might be right."

With that, Jean started the car and pulled away. He hoped that the flight wouldn't be too long.