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EDIT! This is it. This fanfiction has come to its natural conclusion. So long my friends and thank you for reading
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Chapter 8 – "The Biggest Day of your lives!"
"Courfeyrac, it is time!" Grantaire declared, kicking the door open. Courfeyrac threw a pillow at Grantaire and buried his head in another one with a moan. His head was pounding like an overused drum and the bright light pouring in from the open doorway was burning his skull. Grantaire skilfully dodged the flying pillow with ease and slid into the room further. "It is your wedding day!" Grantaire exclaimed in an infuriatingly happy tone of voice, "the biggest day of your lives!" Courfeyrac moaned again but opened his eyes slowly.
"How, are you so…sober?" Courfeyrac panted as the room rocked like a troubled sea. Grantaire grinned and pulled the pillow away from Courfeyrac's head.
"Enjolras cut me off at pub seven and I had strictly non-alcoholic beverages," he chuckled, passing his immobile friend painkillers and a glass of water. "And I always held it better than you," he chuckled slapping Courfeyrac on the back. Courfeyrac groaned again but downed the pills and water hurriedly. This headache better had be gone by the wedding.
"Next time, that you tell me, it is a good idea to go on a twenty hour pub run, before the biggest day of my life…just don't," Courfeyrac slowly snarled at an enthusiastic Grantaire. A cup of coffee was thrust into his hands and his body pushed ungraciously out of the bed. "But yet you know exactly what I need after the aforementioned pub run...I don't know whether to kill you or kiss you," Courfeyrac sighed, attempting to rub the weariness out of his eyes.
"Save the kissing for later, lover boy!" Grantaire shouted as he fled into the bathroom, narrowly avoiding another flying pillow.
It didn't take long before Courfeyrac's headache was vanquished and in its place was a giddy excitement for the day ahead. "Nearly time Courfey," Grantaire smiled and carefully passed Courfeyrac his suit with a small bow. The colour theme for the wedding was pink, white and black so Courfeyrac was wearing a black suit jacket, black suit trousers with a white shirt, dark pink waistcoat and a baby pink tie. A flower of coral honeysuckle sat in his button hole. Grantaire had an identical suit and Courfeyrac did have to admit that his best friend did clean up nice when it was needed. Enjolras arrived when they were both nearly ready in his own suit. After confirming all the preparations and Grantaire had remembered his speech, and brushing the last remains of paint out of his lover's hair, Enjolras took them both to the car. Courfeyrac was shaking he was so nervous; his mind raced with all the things that could possibly go wrong with the day. "Don't worry Courf, all will be perfect. I promised you a fantastic traditional wedding and that I have provided. Nothing you do will make this day any less special. Enjoy yourself," Grantaire smiled, holding his best friend's leg for comfort.
"You can be very poetic when sober 'Taire," Courfeyrac stated with a small smile but Grantaire's speech did make him feel more confident. Enjolras pulled up and Grantaire stepped out with Courfeyrac.
"I have to go with Jehan, but I will be right there with you all the way through," Grantaire smiled, gently squeezing Courfeyrac in a manly hug.
Courfeyrac stood trembling by the altar as he waited for Jehan and Grantaire to arrive. Enjolras, Combeferre, Bahorel, Feuilly, Bossuet, Marius and Joly all sat on the front row behind him and they brought a soft comfort to his fluttering heart. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply in a vain attempt to calm him down. Enjolras squeezed Courfeyrac's leg slightly to reassure his friend. Courfeyrac smiled back slightly; then the music began. Courfeyrac suddenly froze in fear while the doors swung open. Jehan and Grantaire stood linked arms in the doorway. All their friends and family stood as Jehan walked down the aisle but all he could see was his husband to be. Jehan was dressed in a similar black suit with the same flower but he was wearing a baby pink shirt and a white tie. His ginger hair was twisted in an intricate braid with flowers and diamante beads woven into it. He looked stunning. Courfeyrac felt a smile spreading across his face as Grantaire whispered something in Jehan's ear that caused the younger boy to giggle. Grantaire had surprised everyone with this wedding; he had got a priest that was sympathetic to their beliefs and had somehow managed to create a perfect traditional wedding for his two best friends. Jehan reached the front and stood next to him with a grin plastered over his face. Courfeyrac couldn't stop himself grinning at Jehan; it was almost time; they were almost there. Grantaire gave Jehan away and then moved to stand next to Courfeyrac, the ring box obvious in his pocket. Cosette and Grantaire shared a small smile as the music died down.
The priest cleared his throat and began the service. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this man in Holy Matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God himself, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church; which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence, and first miracle that he wrought, in Cana of Galilee, and is commended in Holy Writ to be honourable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be enterprised, nor taken in hand, unadvisedly, lightly, or wantonly; but reverently, discreetly, soberly, and in the fear of God, duly considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained," he declared and Jehan's smile grew. Grantaire had certainly fulfilled their wishes. "Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace," the priest continued and thankfully the whole church stayed silent, more likely because Grantaire would kill anyone that dared open their mouth at this stage. The priest turned to Courfeyrac and his smile grew even wider. "Robin de Courfeyrac, wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?" the priest asked calmly and Courfeyrac started shaking once again.
"I will," he stuttered with a beaming grin. The priest then turned to Jehan.
"Jean Prouvaire, wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?" he asked even though the whole room knew the answer the poet would give.
"I will," Jehan practically squealed. The priest instructed Courfeyrac to take Jehan's right hand in his right hand and started to vows.
"I, Robin de Courfeyrac, take thee, Jean Prouvaire, to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth," Courfeyrac recited word for word, thankfully not stammering or messing it up like he feared he would. Jehan took Courfeyrac's right hand in his for the reverse. Courfeyrac was entirely focused on Jehan and tuned the world out. He hardly heard Jehan speak he was so nervous and excited all at once. He was completely blanked out until he felt Grantaire press the wedding ring into his palm. The wedding rings they had chosen were nine carrot yellow gold rings with diamonds set inside. He calmly pressed the ring onto Jehan's ring with trembling hands. He examined Jehan's engagement ring which Grantaire had expertly helped him pick, that man was full of surprises. It was a similar coloured band that was two straps interlocking with diamonds and sapphires arranged like a flower. It was perfect for Jehan. Jehan pushed the cold metal onto Courfeyrac's finger and attempted to steady his lover's hands. "Forasmuch as Robin de Courfeyrac and Jean Prouvaire have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth either to other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a ring, and by joining of hands; I pronounce that they be husbands together, In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen," the priest announced and Courfeyrac barely held himself back from jumping Jehan. "You may now kiss the groom," the friendly priest chuckled and Jehan leapt onto Courfeyrac. When they kissed nothing else mattered; he knew all the other visitors had applauded them but that didn't matter. Jehan broke away and rested his forehead on Courfeyrac's. "Together forever M. de Courfeyrac," he whispered and Courfeyrac pulled him in for another kiss. "That is true M. de Courfeyrac," Courfeyrac chuckled.
A/N – If anyone is interested here are the rings I used for this
Engagment ring - www. hsamuel . co . uk / webstore / d / 8957584 / 9ct + yellow + gold + diamond +% 26 + sapphire + ring / (no spaces obviously)
Wedding Ring - www. hsamuel . co . uk / webstore / d / 9958762 / 9ct + yellow + diamond + set + ring / (no spaces)