Hefty wrung his hands, pacing back and forth behind the Great Oak. Handy stared at him.
"Smurfing walnuts?"
"What?"
"Your hands may be too sore for that ring before you even smurf to the altar."
Hefty put his hands into his pockets, realizing how red they'd gotten. "I'm just nervous. What if something goes wrong?"
"Nothing is going to go wrong," Handy assured.
"Have you smurfed the perimeter?"
"Yes."
"Is everyone accounted for?"
"Yes?"
"Is the buffet table still intact?"
"That's for the reception."
"Is it still up or not? I need to know this! What if something goes wrong? What if she says no? What if she smurfs me at the altar? What if - "
Handy's hand shot across Hefty's face.
"Thanks."
Handy rubbed his temples. "Heft, you're the groom. It's your big day. Just worry about smurfing the Smurfette of your dreams."
Hefty tried to relax, leaning against a toadstool. "Handy, do you think you'll get married one day?"
Handy's face flushed. "Um...um, well...hopefully that day will come for me. Why do you ask?"
"If you do, you'll smurf just as nervous as any other groom in the world. You can't wait to see that gorgeous girl that you've loved since day one right next to you, knowing that she's the One. But you're terrified that nothing will go as smurfed."
"Well of course it won't."
Hefty shot him a look. "Thanks for the support, pal."
"No, I mean, nothing ever goes as smurfed. If you haven't smurfed that, where have you been for the past year?"
Hefty chuckled. "You got me there."
Smurfwillow knocked on the root behind them. "We're ready for you boys. Ready, Hefty?"
Hefty glanced at Handy for reassurance before nodding and following Smurfwillow to the altar.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Smurfette."
Smurfette glanced at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. "You think Hefty will like it?"
"Are you KIDDING?!" Smurfblossom squealed. "His jaw's gonna hit the floor. You'll go up to that altar and then he'll be all like 'Dang, girl, you so fine. I wanna have your baby.' And then you'll say 'Thanks handsome. Let's skip the wedding and just kiss already'."
"Blossom," Smurfstorm said. "Shut up."
Smurfette giggled, looking back in the mirror. "Okay, I'm ready."
She turned towards the curtain, the curtain that led to the altar. Smurflily smoothed out her veil and adjusted the flowers in her hair. She nodded and stepped aside to let Papa Smurf come to Smurfette's side. She nodded.
Smurfblossom jumped up and down in front of them. "I'm so excited!"
Hetfy stood with his back to the aisle. He wasn't supposed to look until Smurfette had gotten to the altar, but the anticipation was killing him. He heard the music playing behind him. His head turned instinctively. Handy whispered in his ear. "It's just Smurfblossom. She'll be out in a minute."
Smurfblossom was happily tossing whole flowers out of her basket and into the seats, shouting excitedly. "Flowers for you! Flowers for you! FLOWERS FOR YOU!"
The force of the flowers actually knocked Greedy out of his seat. Smurfblossom arrived at the altar. "Wedding officia-ta-tor! All flowers have been deployed!"
Hefty facepalmed. "Thanks, Blossom."
The music picked up into a wedding march. Hefty willed his eyes to stare straight ahead, so much that it was painful. He held them shut. Handy glanced over at the groom with a little concern. He glanced over his shoulder down the aisle and smirked.
He leaned into Hefty's ear. "Wait 'til you see her."
Oh, SMURF IT ALREADY! Hefty peeked over his shoulder, and his breathe caught in his throat.
Smurfette felt herself blush as Hefty turned to look at her. His eyes filled with absolute awe at the sight of her. At first, she thought she might not look presentable in his eyes, but the smile that followed was enough to make her smile as well. She stepped up the altar, Papa releasing her hand. She stared at her groom.
"You look...Oh, my smurf, you look amazing!" Hefty breathed.
"So do you."
Smurfwillow cleared her throat. Hefty and Smurfette stood at attention, awaiting the ceremony to begin.
"Dearly beloved: Smurfs, Smurfettes, creatures big and small, friends and loved ones, ...Brainy. We are gathered here to celebrate an occasion that hasn't been celebrated in over 1000 years. I never thought I'd see the day it'd happen, but here we are. And here they are. And we have them to thank. Now, you two, it's time for you to talk about that."
She stepped back, letting them speak. Hefty chuckled.
"I know that all this is really a bit much. We've only been together for a short time."
"Only 20 years, Hefty," Smurfette reminded.
"No, I mean...when I heard that you didn't want to get married all those months ago, I thought that I'd never smurf to this point. But, later, I realized that I'm happy when you're happy. And if that wasn't with me, then I'd be fine with that. But, as long as you'll have me, not even any smelly old wizard will smurf us apart. And if they try, we'll beat them up together!"
Smurfette giggled. What was she to say? There was so much.
"Hefty...when I was created, I had a sole purpose like an endless stream smurfing in one direction. And, even when I was smurfed the light, my path was dark. But, after all I've been through with you, you've opened my eyes to a new world of possibilities. I can see myself smurfing anyone I want to be with you, and had you not been the one to have first smurfed me in the forest, I don't think I would have that choice now!"
Hefty stared at her with tears in his eyes. The rest of the audience stared in complete awe. She took his hands.
"What I'm saying is, you smurfed my life. And now, I'm smurfing your life. So, are you in?"
He squeezed her hands, nodding.
"Nat," Smurfwillow proceeded. "The rings."
Nat handed over the rings, letting Hefty and Smurfette slip them onto each other's fingers.
"So, do you, Hefty Smurf, take Smurfette as your wife until death do you part?"
"I smurf!"
"And, do you, Smurfette—?"
"Yes!"
Smurfwillow frowned. "You didn't let me finish, hon."
Smurfette blushed. "I'm just really excited."
"Then by the power vested in me, by the nation of which will one day be Belgium, I now pronounce you Smurf and Wife!"
The two wasted no more time and flung themselves together. The crowd applauded for the happy couple. Even Grouchy managed to crack a smile. They finally pulled apart and rushed back down the aisle.
"Mazel tov!" Smurfblossom cried.
Smurfette held the bouquet in both hands as she stood with Hefty on the dance floor. She handed it to Hefty to do the honors. He turned to the group of anxious Smurfettes waiting to catch it and threw it into the air. They watched it, waiting for it to come down. But it seemed the trees above had other plans.
"It'll come down eventually."
Smurfette shrugged and dragged him into the dance floor.
"So far, so good. Don't you think?" he asked. "I mean, nothing's destroyed yet."
She giggled. "Well, the reception isn't over yet. Thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything. I meant everything I smurfed at the altar. I am willing to commit, because I love you. Now, I'm trying to see what the future has for us."
"why don't we just focus on now?"
She nodded in agreement. "At least, without you and the others, I don't think I would have smurfed it this far."
She looked over at Clumsy, Brainy, and Smurfstorm chatting. The bouquet dropped on Brainy's head and into his hands. He looked up in confusion.
"Well, if we're smurfing about the future, I can't wait to smurf you my honeymoon ideas."
The music suddenly stopped. The two turned and simultaneously groaned. Brainy was discussing something with the band, until they started playing and he started singing nonsense.
"I was wondering when he was going to do something embarrassing." Hefty said, but he clapped anyway.
"Let him have his moment."
They went back to dancing with each other, not a care in the world. Snappy snacked on the large bowl of bird seed.
"Snappy, that seed isn't for you," Sassette admonished. "It's for Feathers."
"Smurf him!" he spat birdseed onto her face. Feathers grabbed him in his beak. "AAH! Put me down! The Great Smurf commands you!"
Papa and Smurfwillow approached the happy couple as they were finishing their dance.
"Congratulations, you two!" Smurfwillow commended.
"So, how many smurflings shall we see smurfing around?" Papa asked
Smurfette and Hefty both went bright red. Smurfwillow nudged Papa. "Don't rush them, Papa Thing."
Smurfette chuckled nervously. "Well, we aren't sure if it's possible. But, who knows?"
The two elder smurfs exchanged glances, then shrugged and changed the topic. Hefty let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. The idea of kids with Smurfette—absolutely, no question! But, was it even possible? And, could it potentially be dangerous for her? He glanced at her as she talked with the other guests. He shook his head. It would wait. They'd have plenty of time to talk about it.
At the end of the night, Hefty carried Smurfette bridal style (officially) to Feathers and set her on his back. He hopped on and waved back to everyone as Feathers took off, ribbons streaming from his legs. He flew higher until he disappeared over the horizon with the newlyweds on his back.
Brainy still held the smothered bouquet in his hands. Smurfblossom slinked up to him. "Hey, Brainy."
He glanced at her, blushing at how close she was. He cleared his throat. "After much consideration, Smurfblossom, I have decided to smurf some free time for myself in the library. You are welcome to join me if you—."
She kissed him on the cheek, silencing him. "I'd love to!"
Hooray for the wedding! I left Smurfette's wedding dress purposefully ambiguous because I don't have a solid picture in my head, and I'm sure most of you have different ones in yours. Also, Brainy singing like an idiot, the song that inspired that can be heard from here:
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