Warnings: None for now.
Characters: John Cena, OC, John Cena Sr., Various WWE superstars.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people in this fic except for Angel, Maeve and Leo Farraday. Vince McMahon and the WWE superstars own all... damn it. Everything the priest says, I got from a website for the wedding mass.
Summary: One brother can be bad enough. But when Angel Farraday's mother marries a man with 5 sons, how will Angel cope with the fact that she now has six, count 'em, six older brothers?
Notes: This fic came about after and interesting dream I had. I told it to a friend and she coaxed me into writing it. Thanks Tammy for all your help! (Ladie Butterfly as you might know her..)
Enjoy!
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Angel Farraday fidgeted in her place as she stood by the pew nearest the altar in the church. Her dress, a shin length, haltered style, was lilac in color and itching like crazy. She was clutching a small bouquet of daisies with a smile glued on her face. Her mother, dressed in modest ivory, was coming down the aisle towards her. She had never seen her mother so happy in years. Her smile faded as her mother placed her hand in that of her soon to be new husband, or the man Angel lovingly dubbed, the Demon. The Demon's mouth spread into a cheesy grin and Angel nearly gagged. What her mother saw in this man, she would never know.
Angel scanned the congregation subtly. Sure her own family was there, but that didn't say much. Her grandmother, older brother and all her mother's siblings, along with their respective spouses and offspring, were in attendance. Her eyes then cut to the groom's side of the church. A few women here and there, but mainly tall bulky men. Angel had no idea why so many men of this size showed up, but she really didn't feel up to talking to the Demon to get some answers anyhow.
"Dearly Beloved..." the priest began, smiling at the bride and groom. Angel's mother smiled at the Demon as the creature kissed her hand. Angel wrinkled her nose and shook her head. God knows she loves her mother, but she could have done a lot better. Even after all she had done, she deserved to be somewhat happy.
Angel began bouncing her leg that was propped up on her opposite knee after sitting down. She watched the ceremony, poking and adjusting the skirt of her dress slightly. Her mother had chosen her as her maid of honor and Angel couldn't just tell her no. She needed to be there for her mother, no matter how much she hated the idea of her mother marrying Him. Angel hated her job with every fibre of her being. Not only did she have to help with the entire wedding, but she had to stand up with her mother, watching as she practically gave her soul to the devil himself.
".. marriage should be a life long consecration of the ideal of loving kindness, backed with the will to make it last." The priest continued.
'Oh God...' Angel's brain began to groan. Here they are, the wedding vows. Angel smiled warmly but didn't even bother listening. Her mother had practiced them in front of her a good four times previous to the ceremony. Each time she did, there were tears, laughs and questions. Angel just smiled and hugged her mother, reassuring her that her new 'husband' would love her bearing her soul. In actuality, Angel had to hold back from laughing the entire time. All the little memories and innuendos made her feel nauseous.
Her hand trailed over her knee. Her face contorted into a painful expression as she adjusted her knee brace. She had played a game with her high school soccer team 3 days prior to the wedding and had a rough fall. One of the defendants on the other team caught her at an awkward angle. Trying to avoid a collision, Angel shifted all her weight to one side suddenly and felt a pop in her knee. Searing pain shot through her leg and down she went.
"Puh.." she muttered, "Figures my week had to start like that then end like this." She stood up with her mother once more as the rings were presented. Angel played out the rest of the wedding in her mind. Signing the wedding license, the first kiss as man and wife, then the walk up the isle. One of the Demon's spawn was his best man. John Cena, just like his father. The only difference was, the spawn was tall, built and known world wide. He had many titles. Actor, artist, and most of all The Champ. Angel had only met him a few times before the wedding. Him, and the rest of the Demon's spawn.
Her mother's soon to be husband had five sons. Their ages ranged from twenty-four to thirty-two. Angel's own older brother, Leo, was nineteen. When she found out her mother was getting married again, part of her was happy, but the majority of her was angry and upset. Not only would she have a new step-father, but not one, not two, but five step-brothers. If guys were intimidated to approach her now, what would happen when they found out she had she had six older brothers? That's right, they'd steer clear of her.
And that is one thing she couldn't handle.
The priest blessed the rings and said, "Do you John take Maeve to be your wife.. to live together after God's ordinance.. in the holy estate of matrimony?" Angel's mother, Maeve, grinned at John Sr. as the priest went on, "Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?"
The Demon gave Maeve's hand a comforting and reassuring squeeze, "Do I ever." He said in his thick Boston accent, inducing a few chuckles from the people in attendance. Angel politely smiled. She hated his accent almost as much as she hated the fact that he was the one slowly taking her mother away from her.
The priest smiled at Maeve and asked her the same age-old questions as he did of the Demon. Tears sprung to Maeve's eyes as she choked out, "I do." The Demon's eyes lit up, and wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. Maeve pushed her face into his hand softly and smiled. Even Angel couldn't help but find that somewhat cute.
Even as much as she hated her new step-daddy.
"If there is anyone in attendance who objects to this union," said the priest to the congregation,"speak now or forever hold your peace." Angel was sorely tempted to object. After all, her life as she knew it was slowly being taken away from her. Why not try and stop this whole debacle? Still, her mother was the happiest she'd been in years. Angel made her choice and bit the inside of her bottom lip. Even she couldn't be that cruel.
The priest grinned so much, Angel thought it might rip in two if he wasn't careful. "In as much as John and Maeve have consented together in marriage before this company of friends and family and have pledged their faith," the old codger began,"and declared their unity by giving and receiving a ring, are now joined."
"Halle-freakin'-luia," muttered Angel under her breath, smirking when she was sure no one had heard her.
"You have pronounced yourselves husband and wife but remember to always be each other's best friend." The priest continued, motioning to the newly wedded pair.
"And so," the priest held his hands over the bride and groom, "by the power vested in me by the State of Massachusetts and Almighty God, I now pronounce you man and wife, and may your days be good and long upon the earth. You may now kiss the bride." He finished, folding his hands neatly in front of him.
Maeve's eyes welled with tears once more as John Sr. took her face in his hands. The Demon then pulled her head up to his and kissed her tenderly. The church erupted in applause, as people whistled and cried.
As the bride and groom made their decent down the isle, Angel slid her arm to link it with The Demon's second oldest. John smiled down at her and leaned in a little, "I don't think I've ever seen Fabo so happy." he said to her softly.
Angel fidgeted with the itchy under skirting of her dress and looked at him, "Yeah, mama looked pretty happy as well." she replied, smiling fakely.
John walked her down the front steps of the church. He took her hand and gently kissed it, "Lemme be the first, to welcome you to the Cena family."
Angel wrinkled her nose slightly and pulled her hand away. She placed her hands on her hips and said, "And let me be the first to tell you to enjoy today. We may be family by name, but after today, you'll have a constant reminder of the fact that I don't like it."
John sighed, "C'mon Ange, not today." Angel rolled her eyes, "Pictures may speak 1000 words, but the thousands today will be all fiction." With that, she put on her happy smile and walked away.
John crossed his arms over his chest, "I've always wanted a sister," he muttered.
"What the hell was I thinking.."
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Well? What did you guys think? I hope you liked it! I'll try to update soon! R&R!