Work Text:
Anthony Crowley had never dreamed of a wedding. To be honest, he had been completely comfortable in his life as a ‘confirmed bachelor’. He had never expected any sort of romantic entanglement to come his way, had never particularly wanted one, and had certainly never expected to find himself married.
Yet here he was, at his own wedding reception, holding hands with the newly minted Asa Crowley as they cut into a ridiculously expensive and showy cake. Anthony hadn’t cared about any cake, or flowers, or guest lists, or any of those trappings. All he’d wanted, once he’d laid eyes on him, was Asa. Now his husband was smiling that brilliant, eye-squinching smile he had at him, offering him a bite of the cake, and Anthony didn’t even think twice before he opened his own smiling mouth to accept the bite - then kissed his husband. Just because he could.
The reception was nice, for a wedding reception. They danced, they spoke with friends, they ate, and they celebrated the fact that they were now a married couple. Anthony had just about everything he’d ever wanted in that moment - even if he hadn’t known he wanted it - and to say he was happy would have been an understatement of astronomical proportions. He did his best to commit every moment to memory, hiding them in the recesses of his mind and heart, so he could pull them up later. One day in the future, if he ever needed to, he could remember the day he married the man he loved and relive that joy.
He was, however, grateful when the reception was over and they were able to leave. The goodbyes were longer than he’d have preferred, but he was willing to put up with them because he was holding hands with his husband, and when they walked out of the doors of the reception hall, they were going to be starting a brand new life together, full of joy, happiness, and love.
Finally, finally, they were able to step outside, where people were throwing paper confetti and blowing bubbles. Asa and Anthony laughed through the crowd, hands still entwined, until they got to the curb, where Anthony froze. He’d expected a limousine. His understanding was that there would be a limousine waiting for them. Instead, there was a classic Bentley sitting there; black, decked out with crepe paper and with cans tied to the bumper, under a hand-painted ‘just married’ sign.
“Angel!” Anthony exclaimed. “You hired a Bentley?”
”No,” Asa said, wearing the look he got when he had done something clever. “I didn’t hire it. I bought it.”
“You wot?”
Asa looked so incredibly pleased with himself. ”On our first date, last February, you told me that you had always dreamed of having a classic Bentley. That you had nearly everything you ever wanted, but you’d always hoped to save enough money to buy one of these.”
”I remember,” Anthony said, stunned.
“Then, later, when you proposed, you told me I’d make your life complete if I married you.”
”I definitely remember that.”
”And I told you, when I accepted, that I’d do anything to make you happy.”
”Right.”
With his free hand, he withdrew a set of keys from his pocket and placed them in Anthony’s hand. “Her name is Mary, and she’s yours.”
”Are you serious, angel?”
”I am. Happy wedding, darling. Thank you for marrying me.”
Anthony kissed his husband, and the crowd outside that reception hall - that he’d completely forgotten about - cheered.