more weddingfic!
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wisdomeagleThese next four are an interesting set of requests -- two are about canon relationships (one a canon wedding), and the other two are threesomes. For four entirely different fandoms, too. More, of course, is on the way.
[Rodney/Carson/Radek ('Lantis) in a strange and unexpected alien ceremony. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mice1900 531 words. PG]
Scientist Soup: A Mystery
"I still say it's not legally binding if it isn't performed by a justice of the peace of the country of which we are citizens. Which excludes, uh..."
"Veria," supplied Radek. "Rodney, you said the words too. 'Yes, sir Shwarty, we would love to participate in your social experiment. We're scientists, after all.'"
Being mimicked by the Czech -- who seemed to think Rodney had a lisp -- wasn't made any less humiliating by the experience they'd just undergone. He refused to respond, but checked his GPS and frowned angrily at it. They were pretty hopelessly lost; Carson was useless for navigation, and Radek wouldn't help him until he conceded that they were married.
Well, he wasn't going to.
"I'm just bloody glad Lieutenant Ford wasn't on this trip," Carson said. "I'd hate to have to explain to me grandmum that I'd married an American."
"I take that as a compliment," said Radek. "And I'm glad at least you acknowledge that our marriage is legally binding."
"Fine," Rodney snapped. "We're married. We're the three happy grooms, till death do us part. We'll get Elizabeth to annul it as soon as we get back to Atlantis. Speaking of which, Radek -- the Stargate?"
"Right behind those trees," Radek said with a laugh. Rodney glared at him, then found the DHD and started dialing. The sooner they got away from Veria and its stupid rituals, the better.
++
It would most likely have been a better idea to request a private meeting with Dr. Weir. It would in any event have made Rodney happier, and Radek had realized very quickly that making Rodney happy was the key to a happy work environment for everyone. But here they were with Major Sheppard and Dr. Weir, explaining to both of them the strange ceremony that had ended with the announcement that they were all married.
"There was drumming," explained Rodney.
"Mead," added Carson. "We wouldn't have done it if we hadnt been quite drunk."
"Which is why you aren't supposed to imbibe alien substances," Dr. Weir reminded them. "Dr. Zelenka? Do you have an excuse?"
"No," he said with a grin. "I am perfectly happy to be married the two second cleverest scientists in the city."
Rodney was about to protest, but luckily Dr. Weir jumped in before he could say anything. "All right, all right. But none of you knew what was happening?"
"Of course not," said Rodney. "If we had, we wouldn't have stayed around, would we?"
"I dunno," Major Sheppard leered. "Would you?"
"I would have," supplied Radek.
"Yeah, yeah, we know." Rodney was very angry indeed, which was saddening, since Radek had hoped that their marriage bed would be a happy one.
++
"So that's that." Rodney rubbed his hands together and turned on his favorite laptop.
"I certainly hope so," Carson agreed. "Also, the last time I ever go to another planet with you. This was almost worse than the last time."
"True. Then at least there were women involved."
"You'd rather be with those skinny alien women than with Carson and me?"
"I'd rather not be married at all," Rodney said. "Pass me that cable, will you?"
"What I don't understand," Carson said, frowning, "is why they thought we wanted to get married in the first place."
"It's a mystery," Radek said with a wink.
[Keith/Alicia (Vmars) forgoddess_loki. 252 words. G]
A Good Enough Disaster
"Okay, you know when I said our parents dating was without a doubt the worst the thing that could ever happen?"
"I remember."
"I officially take that back."
"Why, Wallace, you recant? You're happy about their quality time together?"
"Uh. Letting that go -- what I'm not happy about is this wedding thing."
"I thought we decided to do the mature thing and be happy that our parents are happy. Part of the whole turning over a new leaf thing -- you'll stop cheating in math, I'll stop dating the sons of psycho killers, and we'll all be a happy, normal, functional soon-to-be-family." The smile on Veronica's face was damn scary.
"And that was the plan. But the thing is, your dad isn't exactly the kind of man we can write home to grandma about. Only, she's coming to the wedding, and the last thing our parents need at this delicate time in their lives is a cranky, crotchety old black woman who thinks there's no man alive good enough for her daughter."
"So we're on grandmother patrol at the wedding?"
"We? You offering to help watch my grandma?"
"Hey," Veronica said, putting a hand on Wallace's arm, "with all the favors you did me last year, it's the least I can do."
"Aww, Veronica --"
"Besides, I need to protect her from my dad. He can be slightly mean too, you know. It's kind of my job to make sure he doesn't overstep the line."
"Veronica Mars, you're the weirdest stepsister ever, you know that?"
"Oh, I know. Believe me."
[Lady Jessica going to talk to/groom/advise/etc. Ghanima before her wedding to Farad'n (Children of Dune) In which I have NO recollection of what the voices sound like... forcheese_munkey. 226 words, PG, I suppose.]
Coif
The feel of her daughter's hair is heartbreaking. It is her duty as mother of the bride to help her prepare for her wedding, but Ghanima is already dressed and her hair tied back tightly, every strand exactly where it belongs. If only her insides were as meticulous as her outside. If only Jessica had not returned to Arrakis entirely too late to help.
"Mother, please. I am ready. I must prepare myself for what lies ahead. I need no more assistance from you."
"I didn't come to offer assistance," Lady Jessica tells her stiffly. "If I'd meant to do that, I'd sit you down like the child you are and force you to pay attention -- but we are beyond that now. Whatever happens next, there will be no more coddling."
"Mother." And her heart breaks again. Her daughter's wedding day is meant to be the crown of her career as a mother, but she never really noticed the passing of her daughter's seasons. No reason to start now, except the queer sadness and disappointment that fill her every time she sees Ghanima. If only she could answer her daughter's last demand for mothering -- but she is far too late. One child dead, another close enough.
She kisses Ghanima's forehead, careful not to disturb any detail of her hairdo, and hurries out of the room before she betrays herself further.
[Alistair/Judith/Sandy (As Time Goes By) forjedi_penguin. 498 words and most fun challenge yet. PG.]
In Matters Traditional
"I feel old," Jean groaned. "Old and... stuffy. Tell me I'm not."
"Oh, you very much are," Lionel reassured her. "But then, so am I."
"So you agree that this -- wedding -- is preposterous."
"It most assuredly is."
"I wish I could understand them." Jean sighed and, frowning at the mirror, tied yet another scarf around her neck, took it off, and returned it to the pile on her bed. "I mean," she faced Lionel, "Judi is my own daughter. I ought to be able to understand her, shouldn't I?"
Lionel frowned thoughtfully. "Did your mother understand you? Did mine understand me? Do parents ever really know their children?"
"But still -- I've known Judi all her life. You'd think -- no, I suppose you're right. I'm doomed to be an old, prudish mother who thinks her daughter's marriage is a sham."
"I'd hardly call you prudish."
"Oh!"
++
"I do wish Mum understood -- would you tie me a little tighter? I know I won't look skinny, but I might as well at least look slender."
"You look lovely," Sandy told her with a kiss. "And you know Alistair won't be looking at our waists."
"Yes, yes he will." Judi moaned.
"Oh, well, I guess you're right. But the point is, he'll be happy with what he sees, because he loves you -- and so do I. That's the important thing."
"And," said Judi, brightening, "he's paying for the whole thing, so we won't have to hit up Mum for cash. I think she'd be a whole lot more upset if we had."
"It's likely." Sandy smiled and adjusted her own veil. "And we didn't have to pay for our own ridiculous dresses, either."
"I like it," Judi said, examining herself in the mirror. "I always wanted to be married in hot pink."
++
"Look! Jean's crying," Sandy whispered to Alistair, who was trying very hard not to lose his place in the program.
"I knew she would. Overcome with joy at her daughter marrying two of the most eligible people in London -- and probably just a little melancholy that she's not marrying me herself."
"Ahem," the vicar (ex-vicar, if you wanted to be technical about it) said. "Alistair?"
"Oh. Right." He reached into his pocket and found the very expensive rings he'd been keeping safe there. "Sandy, Judith -- with these rings, I you two do wed -- and now, the kissing!"
++
"I can't look," Jean said to Lionel's shoulder. "I am happy for her --"
"Yes, I gathered that from the tears."
"-- but I just can't watch them."
"They're done now."
"Thank you -- oh! You said --"
"I thought they were. I didn't realize Sandy and Judi would be kissing too." He offered Jean another handkerchief. "Well, that's it then."
"Yes -- oh, we must run."
"Run?"
"We've got to decorate their car."
"Oh?"
"Yes, of course. It's a tradition."
"Ah."
++
"All right, girls, which of you arranged this?"
"Wasn't me," Sandy said. "I didn't have a free minute up till this morning."
"Not me," Judi said. "But I bet I knew who it was."
"Your minx of a mother?"
Judith nodded ruefully. "Who else?"
"Well, I will say this for Jean -- she can wield a paintbrush!"
[Rodney/Carson/Radek ('Lantis) in a strange and unexpected alien ceremony. For
mice1900 531 words. PG]Scientist Soup: A Mystery
"I still say it's not legally binding if it isn't performed by a justice of the peace of the country of which we are citizens. Which excludes, uh..."
"Veria," supplied Radek. "Rodney, you said the words too. 'Yes, sir Shwarty, we would love to participate in your social experiment. We're scientists, after all.'"
Being mimicked by the Czech -- who seemed to think Rodney had a lisp -- wasn't made any less humiliating by the experience they'd just undergone. He refused to respond, but checked his GPS and frowned angrily at it. They were pretty hopelessly lost; Carson was useless for navigation, and Radek wouldn't help him until he conceded that they were married.
Well, he wasn't going to.
"I'm just bloody glad Lieutenant Ford wasn't on this trip," Carson said. "I'd hate to have to explain to me grandmum that I'd married an American."
"I take that as a compliment," said Radek. "And I'm glad at least you acknowledge that our marriage is legally binding."
"Fine," Rodney snapped. "We're married. We're the three happy grooms, till death do us part. We'll get Elizabeth to annul it as soon as we get back to Atlantis. Speaking of which, Radek -- the Stargate?"
"Right behind those trees," Radek said with a laugh. Rodney glared at him, then found the DHD and started dialing. The sooner they got away from Veria and its stupid rituals, the better.
++
It would most likely have been a better idea to request a private meeting with Dr. Weir. It would in any event have made Rodney happier, and Radek had realized very quickly that making Rodney happy was the key to a happy work environment for everyone. But here they were with Major Sheppard and Dr. Weir, explaining to both of them the strange ceremony that had ended with the announcement that they were all married.
"There was drumming," explained Rodney.
"Mead," added Carson. "We wouldn't have done it if we hadnt been quite drunk."
"Which is why you aren't supposed to imbibe alien substances," Dr. Weir reminded them. "Dr. Zelenka? Do you have an excuse?"
"No," he said with a grin. "I am perfectly happy to be married the two second cleverest scientists in the city."
Rodney was about to protest, but luckily Dr. Weir jumped in before he could say anything. "All right, all right. But none of you knew what was happening?"
"Of course not," said Rodney. "If we had, we wouldn't have stayed around, would we?"
"I dunno," Major Sheppard leered. "Would you?"
"I would have," supplied Radek.
"Yeah, yeah, we know." Rodney was very angry indeed, which was saddening, since Radek had hoped that their marriage bed would be a happy one.
++
"So that's that." Rodney rubbed his hands together and turned on his favorite laptop.
"I certainly hope so," Carson agreed. "Also, the last time I ever go to another planet with you. This was almost worse than the last time."
"True. Then at least there were women involved."
"You'd rather be with those skinny alien women than with Carson and me?"
"I'd rather not be married at all," Rodney said. "Pass me that cable, will you?"
"What I don't understand," Carson said, frowning, "is why they thought we wanted to get married in the first place."
"It's a mystery," Radek said with a wink.
[Keith/Alicia (Vmars) for
goddess_loki. 252 words. G]A Good Enough Disaster
"Okay, you know when I said our parents dating was without a doubt the worst the thing that could ever happen?"
"I remember."
"I officially take that back."
"Why, Wallace, you recant? You're happy about their quality time together?"
"Uh. Letting that go -- what I'm not happy about is this wedding thing."
"I thought we decided to do the mature thing and be happy that our parents are happy. Part of the whole turning over a new leaf thing -- you'll stop cheating in math, I'll stop dating the sons of psycho killers, and we'll all be a happy, normal, functional soon-to-be-family." The smile on Veronica's face was damn scary.
"And that was the plan. But the thing is, your dad isn't exactly the kind of man we can write home to grandma about. Only, she's coming to the wedding, and the last thing our parents need at this delicate time in their lives is a cranky, crotchety old black woman who thinks there's no man alive good enough for her daughter."
"So we're on grandmother patrol at the wedding?"
"We? You offering to help watch my grandma?"
"Hey," Veronica said, putting a hand on Wallace's arm, "with all the favors you did me last year, it's the least I can do."
"Aww, Veronica --"
"Besides, I need to protect her from my dad. He can be slightly mean too, you know. It's kind of my job to make sure he doesn't overstep the line."
"Veronica Mars, you're the weirdest stepsister ever, you know that?"
"Oh, I know. Believe me."
[Lady Jessica going to talk to/groom/advise/etc. Ghanima before her wedding to Farad'n (Children of Dune) In which I have NO recollection of what the voices sound like... for
cheese_munkey. 226 words, PG, I suppose.]Coif
The feel of her daughter's hair is heartbreaking. It is her duty as mother of the bride to help her prepare for her wedding, but Ghanima is already dressed and her hair tied back tightly, every strand exactly where it belongs. If only her insides were as meticulous as her outside. If only Jessica had not returned to Arrakis entirely too late to help.
"Mother, please. I am ready. I must prepare myself for what lies ahead. I need no more assistance from you."
"I didn't come to offer assistance," Lady Jessica tells her stiffly. "If I'd meant to do that, I'd sit you down like the child you are and force you to pay attention -- but we are beyond that now. Whatever happens next, there will be no more coddling."
"Mother." And her heart breaks again. Her daughter's wedding day is meant to be the crown of her career as a mother, but she never really noticed the passing of her daughter's seasons. No reason to start now, except the queer sadness and disappointment that fill her every time she sees Ghanima. If only she could answer her daughter's last demand for mothering -- but she is far too late. One child dead, another close enough.
She kisses Ghanima's forehead, careful not to disturb any detail of her hairdo, and hurries out of the room before she betrays herself further.
[Alistair/Judith/Sandy (As Time Goes By) for
jedi_penguin. 498 words and most fun challenge yet. PG.] In Matters Traditional
"I feel old," Jean groaned. "Old and... stuffy. Tell me I'm not."
"Oh, you very much are," Lionel reassured her. "But then, so am I."
"So you agree that this -- wedding -- is preposterous."
"It most assuredly is."
"I wish I could understand them." Jean sighed and, frowning at the mirror, tied yet another scarf around her neck, took it off, and returned it to the pile on her bed. "I mean," she faced Lionel, "Judi is my own daughter. I ought to be able to understand her, shouldn't I?"
Lionel frowned thoughtfully. "Did your mother understand you? Did mine understand me? Do parents ever really know their children?"
"But still -- I've known Judi all her life. You'd think -- no, I suppose you're right. I'm doomed to be an old, prudish mother who thinks her daughter's marriage is a sham."
"I'd hardly call you prudish."
"Oh!"
++
"I do wish Mum understood -- would you tie me a little tighter? I know I won't look skinny, but I might as well at least look slender."
"You look lovely," Sandy told her with a kiss. "And you know Alistair won't be looking at our waists."
"Yes, yes he will." Judi moaned.
"Oh, well, I guess you're right. But the point is, he'll be happy with what he sees, because he loves you -- and so do I. That's the important thing."
"And," said Judi, brightening, "he's paying for the whole thing, so we won't have to hit up Mum for cash. I think she'd be a whole lot more upset if we had."
"It's likely." Sandy smiled and adjusted her own veil. "And we didn't have to pay for our own ridiculous dresses, either."
"I like it," Judi said, examining herself in the mirror. "I always wanted to be married in hot pink."
++
"Look! Jean's crying," Sandy whispered to Alistair, who was trying very hard not to lose his place in the program.
"I knew she would. Overcome with joy at her daughter marrying two of the most eligible people in London -- and probably just a little melancholy that she's not marrying me herself."
"Ahem," the vicar (ex-vicar, if you wanted to be technical about it) said. "Alistair?"
"Oh. Right." He reached into his pocket and found the very expensive rings he'd been keeping safe there. "Sandy, Judith -- with these rings, I you two do wed -- and now, the kissing!"
++
"I can't look," Jean said to Lionel's shoulder. "I am happy for her --"
"Yes, I gathered that from the tears."
"-- but I just can't watch them."
"They're done now."
"Thank you -- oh! You said --"
"I thought they were. I didn't realize Sandy and Judi would be kissing too." He offered Jean another handkerchief. "Well, that's it then."
"Yes -- oh, we must run."
"Run?"
"We've got to decorate their car."
"Oh?"
"Yes, of course. It's a tradition."
"Ah."
++
"All right, girls, which of you arranged this?"
"Wasn't me," Sandy said. "I didn't have a free minute up till this morning."
"Not me," Judi said. "But I bet I knew who it was."
"Your minx of a mother?"
Judith nodded ruefully. "Who else?"
"Well, I will say this for Jean -- she can wield a paintbrush!"
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Date: 2005-06-24 08:04 pm (UTC)That was great! I love that Radek is so into it. I'm under the impression that Carson is more or less okay with the idea, but Rodney? *snerk*
Wait until he experiences the fabulous threesome sex ;)
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Date: 2005-06-24 08:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed!
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