the savoy - the wedding venue - is a reALLY REALLY expensive hotel in london. idc that thomas is american he can die i want them to get married in the savoy because i watched this documentary about the savoy and its posh af and u csn get petals in the shape of a heart on valentines on the bed and i was like 'yoyoyoyo newtmas wedding making love'

anyway seriously the savoy is super expensive i'd never be able to go but thomas is rich (cheapest room is like £3000 a night)

yk i bet tbs has stayed at the savoy 

we were going to go to the savoy FOR AFTERNOON TEA for my mum + aunties birthday (theyre twins) but we're going to norway instead so i will go for my 18th bday

also (SPOILER ALERT) thomas planning a surprise + it totally failing is actually cute

smut in part 2 of this ;) this is part 1 to anyone who didn't understand that

"What if he suddenly decides he doesn't want to marry me? Oh my god, he's going to divorce me straight away when we go on honeymoon and I get stuck in the metal detector at the airport." Thomas stressed, pacing back and forth whilst Teresa and Brenda attempted - and failed - to get him to stop moving so they could pluck any loose threads from his suit. "Fuck. This was a mistake. He's going to just not want to marry me."

Teresa groaned. "Stop moving, Tom." She ordered, letting out a sigh when he finally stopped pacing and stood still, but the irritation only grew back in her when he started chewing his nails. "He won't back out. I've seen the way that man looks at you. He loves you? You hear me? L-O-V-E-S." She spelt out, spelling it out with her hands as well. "Also, it's not a mistake. Unless you don't love him?"

"No." There was no hesitation. He loved Newt, there was no doubt, and when he proposed, he felt so extremely happy. No, ecstatic. "I want to marry him. I just don't know if he wants to marry me."

Brenda responded this time with a roll of her eyes. "He does want to-" She batted his hands away from his mouth. "Stop chewing your nails! He does want to marry you. He would die for you. Literally."

"Thomas would literally die for you, Newtie. Stop overthinking this and just be excited." Minho huffed. He was happy for his best friend, really happy, but if he didn't shut up about how 'Tommy might regret this!!!' then they'd have problems.

Newt groaned and threw his head back onto the back of the chair. "I am excited! Just..nervous?" He covered his head with his hands and let out yet another groan. He loved his boyfr- fiancé to bits and he wanted nothing else but to care for him, but he couldn't help but panic. 

"Listen, do you want me to go check with Teresa if Thomas is feeling the exact same? Because I bet you he is." Alby crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he watched his two friends. 

Minho nodded. "He can go check if you really want." He span the chair around to face him, which it did with a painful squeak. "Look at me." Newt did. "After getting married, you'll dance because you're both sappy imbeciles but it's sorta cute, then you'll go to the hotel, and make sweet, sweet love to each other-" (SPOILER ALERT: THEY DO IN PART 2.)

"Okay, okay!" Newt grimaced. "Don't need you in my sex life, thanks." 

He couldn't help but smile as he looked at his best friend. Yeah, he might've been nervous, but he was excited. He was hella excited and he wasn't going to let anything ruin the most perfect day of his life.

——

"Hi." Thomas didn't know why he blurted that out when he got to the altar. He didn't exactly mean to, but he didn't know what else to say.

Newt blinked blankly. His eyes were already welling up and nothing had even been said, but his man was just so beautiful. "Hi." He smiled softly. "You look pretty."

"Aww." He cooed, grinning. "You're already crying." He must have said this a bit louder than his previous words because a laugh erupted from the crowd.

The marriage officiant smiled at the couple. "Trust me, a lot of people cry before they even see their other half."

"He'll be the one clinging to me like a baby sobbing in five minutes." The Brit countered, grinning. "Whether it'll be from the hatred he's gonna get from the Brits here or from the wedding, I don't know. We hate Americans."

"Why'd you choose to marry one, then?" A female voice from the seats snickered. Definitely Sonya.

"He fell for my gorgeous looks and my attractive intelligence, of course." Thomas huffed. 

Newt hummed. "Sorry, love. You're not the brightest. Maybe just your looks and personality." He smiled.

The marriage officiant chuckled at the pair. "Have you prepared vows?" (IDK HOW TF WEDDINGS WORK)

"Yes."

"Yes."

Thomas and Newt blinked at each other. "Okay. Uh, I'll go first." Thomas smiled. He wanted to go first, because 1) if he went second he'd be a sobbing mess and 2) he had a special surprise in store for when Newt said his.

Newt nodded. "Alright." His fiancé's decision wasn't one bit surprising to hear - he was competitive by nature, and even if the Brit wasn't, the brunet wanted to do everything first. Friendly competition, of course.

The marriage officiant gestured towards Thomas in an attempt to allow him to speak after a moment of silence. 

Thomas laughed awkwardly. "Okay, uh... I don't know where I'm going with this." He muttered. "I mean, I sort of do! I did practice but all the words have gone from my head so like you know, I did prepare a speech but it'd be really awkward if I just pulled out a card and read off it. Not that it'd be awkward if you'd do it! You're good at everything-"

"Tommy. Shut the hell up."

There were a few laughs. "Okay, okay!" Thomas snickered as well, smiling brightly. "This might be really cringe, but, here we go. The first time we met, I sort of wanted to punch you through a wall because of how annoyingly perfect you were. You're such a perfectionist! I got annoyed by the way you had to make everything straight, other than me, of course, and how you did everything amazingly. Now, I love it. I admire it about you. And now I see that you're not perfect. You're imperfect, as I am, and it's fucking beautiful. Your hair isn't like Minho's, - he made me give him a shoutout in my vow, hi Minho - it's not all hair gelled up. It's always messy. Especially when you first wake up. It all goes to one side." He tried to show what it was like. "It's cute. Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to get at is that you're not perfect. And neither am I. But you somehow make me feel like everything is perfect when I'm with you, as cliché as it sounds." He didn't even try to blink away the tears, because it's their day, and they both could do what they want. "I just... I love you. I love you so much, and I'm so fucking happy to be marrying you. I'm looking forward to waking up next to you, and I'm definitely looking forward to being able to introduce you as my ex.. because we're going to be husbands." He let out a watery laugh after Newt's own one. His voice cracked for the next few words, and he knew that on any other occasion he'd have probably died of embarrassment. "So, yeah. I love you, Newt." 

Newt didn't say anything for a second. To say Thomas completely panicked would be an understatement. He wouldn't be surprised if the Brit stopped the wedding, or grimaced, or backed away slightly, or just generally hated it. 

Of course, none of those things happened. Well, except the grimacing part. He shivered, with a jokey, watery smile to show he was only messing. "Had to ruin that with Minho, didn't you?" He shook his head disapprovingly and sniffed. "God, I'm gonna be full on ugly sobbing by the time we're married. You better not be disgusted and divorce me straight away." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I love you so much."

Thomas almost let out a sigh of relief. Almost. He was glad the only sound that escaped his lips was bubbly laughter that made him slap a hand over his mouth. "Me? Divorce you after I've seen you cry fully? Sweetheart, you saw me dance naked on a fucking car on our second date and you didn't break up with me."

"True."

The marrige officiant laughed at the pair. "How very sweet." They cooed. "Newt, if you may?"

Newt nodded. "Of course." Thomas was begging begging begging for one single thing in that second. One single thing. He only wanted Newt to-

"I feel bad now because I've rehearsed this whereas you just thought of that off the top of your head. And don't even try to argue with me - I know you didn't write anything down. Well, anyway, I did. And I've memorised it because I'm smart."

Oh.

Thomas resisted a huff, and just smiled adoringly instead. "I can't argue with that, love."

Newt cleared his throat. "Okay. Here we go." He closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and staring at his to-be husband. "I've never really been good with words. You're not the best, either, but you've always been somewhat better. You can always make people laugh and I admire it. I admire you. Like when Frypan's stew was absolutely horrid that one time, but you still tried to improve it by adding way too much salt. I'm pretty sure you gave Gally kidney failure." He grinned at the memory. "I remember when I first saw you looking at the sunset. The sun hit you perfectly and made you look like some bloody angel, just before it hid again. I guess I just remember all the times I fell in love with you. I'll probably never stop falling in love with you. I'd follow you everywhere, and, you know what? I fucking have. The future is in our hands, and I just hope I can make you happy. You deserve to be happy, Thomas. I love you."

"Oh my god." The words came out breathless because he was properly crying now. Newt was blurred in front of his eyes and he reached out to grab his hands. "I love you. I love you so much."

The officiant smiled. "And here come the rings."

Chuck, in a smart, white suit brought the rings up in a small, black box. He had a bright smile on his face and Thomas had never wanted to protect his brother more before. 

The marriage officiant took the ring box from the boy, and held them in front of them. "With this ring," they handed it to Newt. "I wed Newt Isaacs to Thomas Greene."

Newt put the ring on Thomas' left ring finger, chewing his lip from a mix of excitement and nervousness - mostly excitement.

"With this ring," they handed the second ring to Thomas. "I wed Thomas Greene to Newt Isaacs." 

Thomas put the ring on Newt's finger, almost laughing. He didn't know why. He felt so giddy, like a kid in a sweet shop.

"I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss your groom."

Newt pulled Thomas closer to him and cupped his face with his hands. He leant in for the kiss, eyes fluttering closed.

Their lips met and they could taste the salty tears on each other's lips but they couldn't give a diddly-squat even if they tried.

Thomas was the first to pull away, ears blocking the faint applause they were receiving, and only focusing on his and Newt's slightly panted breathing. He stayed close to his husband's mouth and whispered. 

"You should look at the card you memorised."

——

"You changed Thomas to Tommy?" Newt barked out a laugh, taking another sip of his champagne. "You're such a sap."

Thomas huffed, grabbing the glass and taking a drink himself. "I couldn't imagine you calling me anything else. 'Tommy' is cute and it makes me feel all giddy inside."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "You sure he ain't just turning you on, Tomboy?"

"Does everything have to be sexual with you?" Thomas groaned, hitting his head on the back of the chair. "We're at a wedding. Go away."

"Fine. Whatever." Minho smiled manically, clearly not caring less that he was being rejected by his two friends. "They get married and they forget all about you! Heartbroken, I tell you." He walked away with a disapproving shake of his head, before practically running over to Teresa when she waved at him.

Thomas smiled at Newt. "Dance with me."

"Dance?" Newt recoiled away from his husband's touch on his thigh. "Ew. No. You're not getting that much out of me. I do not dance."

"Come on!" He pouted and gave his best puppy dog eyes. "Please? I mean, you don't have to, but.. please?"

"Fine." 

Thomas whooped, put the champagne glass back on the table and jumped up, pulling Newt up as well. He led them to the more open area and put his right hand on the blond's shoulder, then his left hand in the waltz position. 

Newt couldn't help but smile at the man's enthusiasm, and he quickly got himself in the waltz positioning as well. He furrowed his brows in thought - something he seemed to do a lot - whilst trying to actually sort out the way they were supposed to be doing. He could not dance to save his life.

When he looked down a bit, he saw his husband looking up at him with a fond smile. "What? What is it?"

Thomas shook his head. "No, nothing." He paused. "Well, maybe one thing."

"And what would that one thing be?"

"I love you."

Newt smiled. One that lit up his Tommy's heart. 

He kissed his husband softly.

"I love you too, Tommy."

yododododdkgjsjsjfjfjsndnfnndd having a pan panic (PANic???) after writing this because tHEYRE SO CUTE