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wisdomeagle) wrote2005-06-24 04:36 pm
wisdomeagle) wrote2005-06-24 04:36 pm
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three more weddingfics:
After this there's only one request left! And less than half an hour left in the workday. Very exciting. Obviously, fic-on-demand was just what I needed today.
[Giselle/Betty (Mona Lisa Smile), being terribly bohemian and knowing it. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sangerin. 341 words. PG.]
Wedding Shower
"So we thought, why not have a wedding?" Giselle throws back another shot and laughs nervously.
Joan frowns, "Well, for one thing, because you're both --"
"Women," Connie supplies.
"Oh." Betty hasn't changed; she can still make Connie feel like last year's news. "Well, it's funny that you should mention that. In fact, it's the same thing my mother said."
"Good girls dawwwn't," Giselle said, her imitation inexact and cruel. "But then Betty was amazing -- tell them."
"I simply reminded Mother that I'm no longer a good girl," she said smoothly. "Good girls don't get divorced, good girls don't remarry,"
"And good girls don't marry bad girls," Giselle laughed. "See? It all worked out, in the end. Everything always does."
"What'll the ceremony be like?" Connie tries again. "Did you find a minister willing --"
"Hardly." And once again, Betty shoots her down. "Our next-door-neighbor is reading a poem she wrote -- it's quite good, given that she was a Smith girl -- and then we'll cut the cake --"
"Made with organic flour ground at the collective down the street," breaks in Giselle, and Connie realizes that they really are in love -- finishing each other's sentences is always the first clue of hopelessness.
"And treat you all to lunch down the street," finishes Betty.
"It sounds lovely," Joan sighs. "I'm sorry I won't be there for more of it."
"Well," Giselle says, "studying always takes precedence. We learned that at..."
"Wellesley!" They can still squeal together; the years haven't changed them too much, after all. This gives Connie the incentive she needs to share her news. "I've got something to tell you, girls -- I didn't want to, because it's Giselle and Betty we're celebrating today, but -- Charlie and I are --"
But she can't finish her sentence, she's been swallowed in hugs and squealing girls. They've changed; they're strange; she really doesn't understand Giselle and Betty, but she does know that for life's milestones, the engagements and weddings and babies -- she looks down and sees that Joan is just starting to show -- will always keep them coming back to each other.
[the entire crew of Serenity united in marriage. foralixtii. 504 words. PG. Spoiler-free.]
A Joining
River speaks. "Marriage. A joining. The marriage of minds. A wedding. A ceremony for the celebration of romantic love. Marriage. Arranged for the mutual benefit of both tribes."
Simon takes her hand. "Mei-mei -- we don't need --"
"We love each other." Her hands to the ceiling, waving in the criss-cross pattern of the metal beams. "We should get married. It would be proper."
"Some of us are already married, and our wives aren't likely to let us run wild, despite the temptations all these gorgeous women represent." Kaylee beams at Wash and gives him a kiss.
"Explain it again, River, so even the men can understand. It doesn't mean lovemaking, right?" Kaylee understands about the many flavors of love better than even River does.
"No point, then."
"Jayne Cobb. Don't be ridiculous." River could be someone's mother. "Marriage is a joining for an endeavor. We're about to have an adventure."
Inara shakes her head as if to uncloud her mind and makes a movement like she's returning to her shuttle. "I needn't be here. I'm staying on the next planet anyhow. I don't need to participate--"
"Stay." River's hand curls around her wrist. "If we aren't all here, there won't be any marriage in the eyes of God."
"What God has to say about marriage, you won't find in many books. In heaven there is no marrying, you know."
"And the Shepherds are tryin' to jump the gun on gettin' there by not having any ruttin' while they're here." Jayne smirks.
"But Serenity is hardly heaven," Book reminds them.
"Hey!" Kaylee is offended on behalf of her girl. "Serenity's the closest you can get to heaven without dying."
"I still don't like it," Zoe says. "It sounds too much like an excuse for wild living."
"And Lord knows we're already wild enough on this boat. All right people. Back to work. We've indulged Simon's sister long enough. River, no more of this crazy talk of marrying."
"It's not crazy -- not like me. Eight sane folk and one mad girl would make a happy family, wouldn't they?"
"Hush, mei-mei. Of course they would. Let's get you back to the infirmary -- we'll try a new medicine, okay?"
"No."
"Let her talk, Simon." Kaylee puts a hand on his arm and he stops moving.
"Book, you need to say it," River pleads.
"All right," he says. "All right. Malcolm Reynolds?"
Mal rolls his eyes but nods. "Aye."
"Inara Serra?"
Inara nods gracefully and puts her hands on River's shoulders. "I'm willing."
"Jayne Cobb."
Jayne grumbles but gets to his feet to join the others.
"Zoe Warren."
"All right, I suppose -- but Wash and I won't be in the wedding chamber, if there is one."
"Hoban Washburn?"
"What my wife said."
"Kaywinnit Lee Frye?"
Kaylee grins and touches Mal with one hand, Inara with the other. "I'm ready."
"Simon Tam."
Simon squeezes his hands together tightly and keeps his eyes on Book.
"River Tam."
She says nothing but stands, regal and ready, in front of the others. After a long pause she finally says quietly, "Shepherd Book."
"I'm with the rest of you," he tells them. "Always."
"Always," say Zoe and Wash to each other.
"Always," Simon whispers in River's ear.
"Always!" Kaylee can't decide who to kiss first.
"Always," murmurs Inara, so quietly that Mal can't hear her.
"We will be married always," River says. The wedding ends.
[John/Rodney. Alien drug induced wedding. Forforcryinoutloud. 443 words. This is in an AU, but it might not be entirely clear what's happened. Lots of bad things, for the record. Weir is dead (or else why would Rodney be marrying anyone else *coughomgpathetic!*) PG-13]
A Magical Time of Year
He spun the Jumper upside down for no reason but that he could.
"What the hell...? Do you want to die, Major?"
"We're all going to die soon. Might as well have fun doing it."
"Well, frankly, I'd prefer to die doing something intelligent, like rewiring Atlantis to get cable television."
John did another loop. "What was that?"
"Never mind."
The Stargate was a long way from any signs of civilization, which suited the three of them -- Sheppard, Rodney, and a biochemist named Prescott. They weren't in the mood to be civil.
"Look at that," Prescott said. She was a tiny woman and spoke in terse sentences. When the rest of the biochemists had blown themselves up three weeks earlier, Prescott had very calmly continued with her work in absolute silence. She was finally speaking again, but wasn't saying much.
"What is it?" Rodney sounded almost interested.
"Looks like mushrooms to me," she said, and sat down.
After a hasty conference, Rodney and Sheppard agreed to wait it out. It was good for Prescott to be interested in her environment, even the more hallucinogenic aspects of it. But since they needed something to pass the time, and since Prescott hadn't been Sheppard's favorite person to talk to even before the lab accident, they decided to take their own trail break a few feet away, near their own batch of magic mushrooms.
It was definitely Rodney's idea to try them.
It was definitely not Sheppard's idea to start stripping. He hadn't been naked in front of anyone in a non-locker-room situation for over two years, and liked it that way.
It was, however, probably his idea to start kissing Rodney. It was an idea he'd had many times before, so the evidence suggested that he'd had it again, only this time, the control mechanism in his brain that made him not do stupid stuff had been in the off position.
The wedding had been Prescott's idea. Asking the purple moose to officiate at the wedding had been Sheppard's idea, but he was blaming the mushrooms for that.
Actually, he was blaming the mushrooms for the entire thing.
He couldn't remember whose idea it had been to dress themselves in leaves for the ceremony, but whoever it was, Rodney was never speaking to them again. He said he was going to itch for weeks.
When the mushrooms wore off, all John could remember was that he was married. He didn't feel as happy about it as you might imagine. On the other hand, he didn't feel as upset as you might fear. He felt, like he usually did, like he'd ended up in an okay place at an okay time, and this place was no worse than any other for being a married man.
[Giselle/Betty (Mona Lisa Smile), being terribly bohemian and knowing it. For
sangerin. 341 words. PG.]Wedding Shower
"So we thought, why not have a wedding?" Giselle throws back another shot and laughs nervously.
Joan frowns, "Well, for one thing, because you're both --"
"Women," Connie supplies.
"Oh." Betty hasn't changed; she can still make Connie feel like last year's news. "Well, it's funny that you should mention that. In fact, it's the same thing my mother said."
"Good girls dawwwn't," Giselle said, her imitation inexact and cruel. "But then Betty was amazing -- tell them."
"I simply reminded Mother that I'm no longer a good girl," she said smoothly. "Good girls don't get divorced, good girls don't remarry,"
"And good girls don't marry bad girls," Giselle laughed. "See? It all worked out, in the end. Everything always does."
"What'll the ceremony be like?" Connie tries again. "Did you find a minister willing --"
"Hardly." And once again, Betty shoots her down. "Our next-door-neighbor is reading a poem she wrote -- it's quite good, given that she was a Smith girl -- and then we'll cut the cake --"
"Made with organic flour ground at the collective down the street," breaks in Giselle, and Connie realizes that they really are in love -- finishing each other's sentences is always the first clue of hopelessness.
"And treat you all to lunch down the street," finishes Betty.
"It sounds lovely," Joan sighs. "I'm sorry I won't be there for more of it."
"Well," Giselle says, "studying always takes precedence. We learned that at..."
"Wellesley!" They can still squeal together; the years haven't changed them too much, after all. This gives Connie the incentive she needs to share her news. "I've got something to tell you, girls -- I didn't want to, because it's Giselle and Betty we're celebrating today, but -- Charlie and I are --"
But she can't finish her sentence, she's been swallowed in hugs and squealing girls. They've changed; they're strange; she really doesn't understand Giselle and Betty, but she does know that for life's milestones, the engagements and weddings and babies -- she looks down and sees that Joan is just starting to show -- will always keep them coming back to each other.
[the entire crew of Serenity united in marriage. for
alixtii. 504 words. PG. Spoiler-free.]A Joining
River speaks. "Marriage. A joining. The marriage of minds. A wedding. A ceremony for the celebration of romantic love. Marriage. Arranged for the mutual benefit of both tribes."
Simon takes her hand. "Mei-mei -- we don't need --"
"We love each other." Her hands to the ceiling, waving in the criss-cross pattern of the metal beams. "We should get married. It would be proper."
"Some of us are already married, and our wives aren't likely to let us run wild, despite the temptations all these gorgeous women represent." Kaylee beams at Wash and gives him a kiss.
"Explain it again, River, so even the men can understand. It doesn't mean lovemaking, right?" Kaylee understands about the many flavors of love better than even River does.
"No point, then."
"Jayne Cobb. Don't be ridiculous." River could be someone's mother. "Marriage is a joining for an endeavor. We're about to have an adventure."
Inara shakes her head as if to uncloud her mind and makes a movement like she's returning to her shuttle. "I needn't be here. I'm staying on the next planet anyhow. I don't need to participate--"
"Stay." River's hand curls around her wrist. "If we aren't all here, there won't be any marriage in the eyes of God."
"What God has to say about marriage, you won't find in many books. In heaven there is no marrying, you know."
"And the Shepherds are tryin' to jump the gun on gettin' there by not having any ruttin' while they're here." Jayne smirks.
"But Serenity is hardly heaven," Book reminds them.
"Hey!" Kaylee is offended on behalf of her girl. "Serenity's the closest you can get to heaven without dying."
"I still don't like it," Zoe says. "It sounds too much like an excuse for wild living."
"And Lord knows we're already wild enough on this boat. All right people. Back to work. We've indulged Simon's sister long enough. River, no more of this crazy talk of marrying."
"It's not crazy -- not like me. Eight sane folk and one mad girl would make a happy family, wouldn't they?"
"Hush, mei-mei. Of course they would. Let's get you back to the infirmary -- we'll try a new medicine, okay?"
"No."
"Let her talk, Simon." Kaylee puts a hand on his arm and he stops moving.
"Book, you need to say it," River pleads.
"All right," he says. "All right. Malcolm Reynolds?"
Mal rolls his eyes but nods. "Aye."
"Inara Serra?"
Inara nods gracefully and puts her hands on River's shoulders. "I'm willing."
"Jayne Cobb."
Jayne grumbles but gets to his feet to join the others.
"Zoe Warren."
"All right, I suppose -- but Wash and I won't be in the wedding chamber, if there is one."
"Hoban Washburn?"
"What my wife said."
"Kaywinnit Lee Frye?"
Kaylee grins and touches Mal with one hand, Inara with the other. "I'm ready."
"Simon Tam."
Simon squeezes his hands together tightly and keeps his eyes on Book.
"River Tam."
She says nothing but stands, regal and ready, in front of the others. After a long pause she finally says quietly, "Shepherd Book."
"I'm with the rest of you," he tells them. "Always."
"Always," say Zoe and Wash to each other.
"Always," Simon whispers in River's ear.
"Always!" Kaylee can't decide who to kiss first.
"Always," murmurs Inara, so quietly that Mal can't hear her.
"We will be married always," River says. The wedding ends.
[John/Rodney. Alien drug induced wedding. For
forcryinoutloud. 443 words. This is in an AU, but it might not be entirely clear what's happened. Lots of bad things, for the record. Weir is dead (or else why would Rodney be marrying anyone else *coughomgpathetic!*) PG-13]A Magical Time of Year
He spun the Jumper upside down for no reason but that he could.
"What the hell...? Do you want to die, Major?"
"We're all going to die soon. Might as well have fun doing it."
"Well, frankly, I'd prefer to die doing something intelligent, like rewiring Atlantis to get cable television."
John did another loop. "What was that?"
"Never mind."
The Stargate was a long way from any signs of civilization, which suited the three of them -- Sheppard, Rodney, and a biochemist named Prescott. They weren't in the mood to be civil.
"Look at that," Prescott said. She was a tiny woman and spoke in terse sentences. When the rest of the biochemists had blown themselves up three weeks earlier, Prescott had very calmly continued with her work in absolute silence. She was finally speaking again, but wasn't saying much.
"What is it?" Rodney sounded almost interested.
"Looks like mushrooms to me," she said, and sat down.
After a hasty conference, Rodney and Sheppard agreed to wait it out. It was good for Prescott to be interested in her environment, even the more hallucinogenic aspects of it. But since they needed something to pass the time, and since Prescott hadn't been Sheppard's favorite person to talk to even before the lab accident, they decided to take their own trail break a few feet away, near their own batch of magic mushrooms.
It was definitely Rodney's idea to try them.
It was definitely not Sheppard's idea to start stripping. He hadn't been naked in front of anyone in a non-locker-room situation for over two years, and liked it that way.
It was, however, probably his idea to start kissing Rodney. It was an idea he'd had many times before, so the evidence suggested that he'd had it again, only this time, the control mechanism in his brain that made him not do stupid stuff had been in the off position.
The wedding had been Prescott's idea. Asking the purple moose to officiate at the wedding had been Sheppard's idea, but he was blaming the mushrooms for that.
Actually, he was blaming the mushrooms for the entire thing.
He couldn't remember whose idea it had been to dress themselves in leaves for the ceremony, but whoever it was, Rodney was never speaking to them again. He said he was going to itch for weeks.
When the mushrooms wore off, all John could remember was that he was married. He didn't feel as happy about it as you might imagine. On the other hand, he didn't feel as upset as you might fear. He felt, like he usually did, like he'd ended up in an okay place at an okay time, and this place was no worse than any other for being a married man.