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tallulahgsOn the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
four weddings
(Evidently a commitment fan.)
[Title] Wedding Graffiti
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Rating] G
[Pairing] Gum/Tab
[Notes/Summary] A spur-of-the-moment proposal leads to an impromptu ceremony.
"Hey, Gum?"
They're almost at the Rokkaku building. At first Gum's too busy staring at the greenish-yellow, incredibly-ominous-looking light in the sky to register Tab's talking to her; in fact, she only notices when he yanks his hand free of hers and prods her on the arm.
"Quit it, hat boy." She stops looking at the light - with difficulty, she's creeped out enough that she doesn't want to take her eyes off it in case it does something - and stares round at him.
He grins at her, and says, "If we survive this, you wanna get hitched?"
She would've stopped dead in the middle of the darkening street if it hadn't meant the whole cavalcade of GGs backing up behind her. "Excuse me? Has the terror driven you insane before we even get up there?"
"No, listen," Tab says. Below his hat, his face is sickly-yellow from the street lights - for a moment his grin slips as he swallows. "Guys hate commitment, right? Fact. The universe loves bitter irony, right? Also fact. Soooo, I make a spur-of-the-moment proposal to you due to the fear of imminent death, assuming we won't survive this - or that we'll be sucked in hell or chaos or a parallel universe where we're all dystopian. The universe calls my bluff, lets us live, I now have to live up to my promise, and hilarity ensues. The best part is, we'll still be alive to enjoy it."
"Huh. Thanks." The skyscraper's only one street along now; static fills the air, Gum can feel her hair pressing itself against her neck. On her headphones, Prof K keeps fuzzing out, and above them, very high up, there's music.
The universe does love bitter irony.
"Yeah, why not?" she says, and squeezes his hand as they start to hurry.
***
"I think it's romantic," Mew said, pausing in her efforts to paint Gum's nails blue and looking thoughtfully into the middle distance. "The two of you thrown together by peril and all that... it's like the cutest thing ever."
"Describe anything I ever do as 'cute' again and you'll be looking for your head. Have you finished splashing that stuff all over my hands? I think I'm getting high off it."
"Some people would say that isn't a bad thing," Cube said from where she was sitting cross-legged next to a cardboard box full of records. "Hmm... you're up for a little Dragula, right? I wouldn't call that romantic."
"Dragula's great." Gum snatched her hand away as Mew finished painting her nails and turned to survey herself in the dusty mirror propped up against the garage wall.
"I wish you'd let Piranha make you a train too," Mew said.
"I am not your Barbie doll. Stop trying to live vicariously through me. A new minidress is fine."
"And it's white, at least," Piranha said, coming to stand next to Gum. "Nothing wrong with a nod to tradition."
"Hey, this isn't legally binding." Gum turned round to study her dress from the back, and was pleased to note that her orders to Piranha - just like my regular dress, but all white, and no bows or ribbons or lace no matter how much Mew begs - had been fulfilled. "Just 'cause Slate got ordained over the Internet."
"Yeah, but we're GGs," Cube said. "The rules are, there are no rules. So this gets to be as legally binding as we want it to be. Plus, it's an excuse for the rest of us to get smashed. Or squeal and cry, depending on who we are," she said, smirking at Mew, who stuck her tongue out back. "Anyway, I should go start getting the tunes going. Come down the aisle when you hear dead I am the one, all right?"
"The aisle?" Piranha said. "I thought we were doing the ceremony in the yard."
"We are. Line up a few barrels, and hey, instant church."
Mew leapt to her feet as the door shut behind Cube. "Okay, your nails are blue, the dress is new... what's your old?"
"My skates."
"And the borrowed?"
"The music," Gum said. "All that vinyl's Coin's. Cube said she'd lend it to me for the special day."
"This is so cool," Mew said. "I can't believe you're actually doing it. I think it's adorable."
"Shut up," Gum said. "You're my bridesmaid, you have to follow my orders today. Now stop squeeing."
She walked over to the door, picking up the can of spray paint decorated with sprigs of leaves which would act as her bouquet. Huh. She wasn't going to tell anyone, but she couldn't believe she was doing this either. But she was damn glad she was.
[Title] Wedding Dreams
[Fandom] LIFE
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Manami Anzai/Tatsumi Sako. Sort of
[Notes/Summary] Manami explains to Tatsumi how wonderful their wedding will be.
He always hates it most when Manami talks about her wedding.
It's always her wedding, because he never has to provide any input or even response; just a nod and a smile to how he's listening.
"I think I'd like to get married in the summer -
at the hottest day of the year when the sheets stick to you
"and it'll be Western-style, of course. I suppose Daddy might like it if we were traditional but you know what he's like, don't you, Tatsumi?"
Daddy always gets his way
"Anyway, I know I look good in white. You think I do, right? You said I looked lovely in my sundress."
Funny what doesn't show up under white
"I guess we'll have the reception in a hotel afterwards. I mean, we could have it my house but a hotel is a bit more classy, I think. We'll get everyone in and have a party -
Everyone has to be there or she'll make sure they suffer
"And Misa and Rie and Midori will be my bridesmaids, of course."
And he says, "Oh? Just those three?"
Manami presses closer, squeezes his hand. "Of course, silly! They're my best friends, I know I can trust them!"
That part will be his wedding. There's nothing wrong with the groom talking to the bridesmaids, taking them off to thank them personally, and if he can take out his frustrations on them, once the sun's set, he just might make it through the rest of his marriage.
[Title] White Wedding
[Fandom] Akira (manga)
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Kaneda/Kei
[Notes/Summary] Even in a ruined city, a wedding is possible.
"I never planned to get married," Kei says, coolly, staring at the patches of ice between her feet. "To be honest, I thought I'd probably be dead by the time the issue arose."
"Huh." Kaneda shoves his hands in his pockets. Snow speckles his hair. "Well, I never figured I would either. It's not really a JD thing, you know?"
"Yeah. And I guess you never had parents heckling you about it."
"Nah. Why, did you?"
"Not really. They didn't have time. And then when it was just me and my brother, he was more worried about keeping me out of criminal activities."
"Kind of failed there then, huh?"
Kei shrugs. "I wish he'd got to see this. It might have reassured him."
"Kei..." Kaneda turns to look round at the wrecked buildings surrounding them. Little white dots of snow slice through their vision. "We're gonna get hitched under a tarpaulin. Your ring's a twist of wire from my toolkit. You're wearing a veil made out of some luckless sap's net curtains, and a priest who's a crazy refugee from a psychic cult is reading the vows. Oh, and the only guests are a bunch of bikers. Why would that reassure any anxious relatives?"
"Because it means I'm not dead," Kei said, grinning and taking his hand. "Come on. Let's go and get it over with."
"Aren't I supposed to not be seeing you until afterwards?"
"Yes, but frankly... I spent enough time being apart from you while people tried to kill us both. Screw tradition."
[Title] Wedding Guest
[Fandom] Malory Towers
[Rating] G
[Pairing] Implied Mary-Lou/Daphne
[Notes/Summary] Daphne is very happy for her friend; or so she tells Gwendoline, anyway.
Daphne has always hated being too hot, and right now, under glass in an artificial silk dress when it may have been less than advisable to drink the third glass of wine, she wishes she hadn't bothered to attend the wedding at all.
Her feet are hot and sticky and they ache, and so she stumbles out of the conservatory and down the garden path. It's even hotter out here, but at least there's a faint breeze. She turns a corner, and sees a pond, the sun sparkling on the water, and sinks down onto the nearby bench, letting her head rest on her hands.
"Hello, Daphne."
Daphne jumps. How stupid not to notice there was someone else out here. She raises her head. Gwendoline Lacey is sitting on the opposite bench, legs stretched out, blonde hair struggling out of its pins.
"Oh. Hello," Daphne says. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." If I had, I would have walked straight past. Darrell Rivers said she thought Gwen had changed after what had happened to her father, but that doesn't mean Daphne's going to like the girl.
Gwen shrugs. "Wasn't the ceremony beautiful?" she says, lightly. "I have to say, I'm amazed Mary-Lou is finally taking the plunge. She always seemed so devoted to... to her work."
"Yes."
"Did you keep in touch with her much after you left school?"
"A... a little. But she was so busy."
Gwen shrugs, crosses her ankles, fans herself with her hand.
"I haven't seen you for years," Daphne says, suddenly feeling calmer. "What are you doing with yourself?"
Gwen's smile becomes a little more obviously fake. "Oh... this and that. Mother is... isn't well these days. It's just the two of us now Miss Winter is gone. So... I spend quite a lot of time looking afte her."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"What about you?" Gwen says. She stands up, saunters over to the pond, glances at her reflection.
"I'm living in London now."
Eyebrow raise. Gwen has plucked them too much. "But London's so expensive!"
Daphne wonders whether anyone would care if she pushed Gwen into the pond.
"Mary-Lou had to go there to train," she says before she can stop herself, before she can remember that discussing Mary-Lou with Gwendoline can only lead to trouble.
"And you went with her?"
"Yes, I did, actually."
"But now you've lost touch." A pause, then, "they met on the wards, didn't they? He's a doctor."
Daphne gets up, sharply, not sure if she's going to march over to Gwen and tell her to shut up about Mary-Lou (as if they're back in second form or something) or whether she's just going to leave. Her uncertainty means she ends up just standing still, and Gwen, still with that silly fake-surprise on her face, picks her way carefully over to her. Her shoes are slightly scuffed, Daphne notices. Stupid, letting little details like that give you away.
"Don't be angry," Gwen says, softly. "It's a shame, seeing that you've lost something, isn't it? It used to hurt every time I read about Switzerland. Or Cornwall."
"Do be quiet. I haven't lost anything."
"Oh... my mistake," Gwen says, eyes widening.
"I wish you'd just leave me alone," Daphne says, trying to sound mature and confident but only succeeding in sounding as if she's going to cry. "You're talking as if - as if - I don't know, but I know what you're like, Gwendoline, so - so -"
"Yes," Gwen says. She's got too much perfume on. "I know what you're like, too. Don't you remember?"
Daphne doesn't move.
"Are you going to go back in there?" Gwen whispers. "You don't have to. Stay out here with me instead."
And nothing good can ever come of sticking with Gwen, but Daphne is tired of watching Mary-Lou bravely meet her eyes every time they look at each other.
"All right," she says.
four weddings
(Evidently a commitment fan.)
[Title] Wedding Graffiti
[Fandom] Jet Grind Radio
[Rating] G
[Pairing] Gum/Tab
[Notes/Summary] A spur-of-the-moment proposal leads to an impromptu ceremony.
"Hey, Gum?"
They're almost at the Rokkaku building. At first Gum's too busy staring at the greenish-yellow, incredibly-ominous-looking light in the sky to register Tab's talking to her; in fact, she only notices when he yanks his hand free of hers and prods her on the arm.
"Quit it, hat boy." She stops looking at the light - with difficulty, she's creeped out enough that she doesn't want to take her eyes off it in case it does something - and stares round at him.
He grins at her, and says, "If we survive this, you wanna get hitched?"
She would've stopped dead in the middle of the darkening street if it hadn't meant the whole cavalcade of GGs backing up behind her. "Excuse me? Has the terror driven you insane before we even get up there?"
"No, listen," Tab says. Below his hat, his face is sickly-yellow from the street lights - for a moment his grin slips as he swallows. "Guys hate commitment, right? Fact. The universe loves bitter irony, right? Also fact. Soooo, I make a spur-of-the-moment proposal to you due to the fear of imminent death, assuming we won't survive this - or that we'll be sucked in hell or chaos or a parallel universe where we're all dystopian. The universe calls my bluff, lets us live, I now have to live up to my promise, and hilarity ensues. The best part is, we'll still be alive to enjoy it."
"Huh. Thanks." The skyscraper's only one street along now; static fills the air, Gum can feel her hair pressing itself against her neck. On her headphones, Prof K keeps fuzzing out, and above them, very high up, there's music.
The universe does love bitter irony.
"Yeah, why not?" she says, and squeezes his hand as they start to hurry.
***
"I think it's romantic," Mew said, pausing in her efforts to paint Gum's nails blue and looking thoughtfully into the middle distance. "The two of you thrown together by peril and all that... it's like the cutest thing ever."
"Describe anything I ever do as 'cute' again and you'll be looking for your head. Have you finished splashing that stuff all over my hands? I think I'm getting high off it."
"Some people would say that isn't a bad thing," Cube said from where she was sitting cross-legged next to a cardboard box full of records. "Hmm... you're up for a little Dragula, right? I wouldn't call that romantic."
"Dragula's great." Gum snatched her hand away as Mew finished painting her nails and turned to survey herself in the dusty mirror propped up against the garage wall.
"I wish you'd let Piranha make you a train too," Mew said.
"I am not your Barbie doll. Stop trying to live vicariously through me. A new minidress is fine."
"And it's white, at least," Piranha said, coming to stand next to Gum. "Nothing wrong with a nod to tradition."
"Hey, this isn't legally binding." Gum turned round to study her dress from the back, and was pleased to note that her orders to Piranha - just like my regular dress, but all white, and no bows or ribbons or lace no matter how much Mew begs - had been fulfilled. "Just 'cause Slate got ordained over the Internet."
"Yeah, but we're GGs," Cube said. "The rules are, there are no rules. So this gets to be as legally binding as we want it to be. Plus, it's an excuse for the rest of us to get smashed. Or squeal and cry, depending on who we are," she said, smirking at Mew, who stuck her tongue out back. "Anyway, I should go start getting the tunes going. Come down the aisle when you hear dead I am the one, all right?"
"The aisle?" Piranha said. "I thought we were doing the ceremony in the yard."
"We are. Line up a few barrels, and hey, instant church."
Mew leapt to her feet as the door shut behind Cube. "Okay, your nails are blue, the dress is new... what's your old?"
"My skates."
"And the borrowed?"
"The music," Gum said. "All that vinyl's Coin's. Cube said she'd lend it to me for the special day."
"This is so cool," Mew said. "I can't believe you're actually doing it. I think it's adorable."
"Shut up," Gum said. "You're my bridesmaid, you have to follow my orders today. Now stop squeeing."
She walked over to the door, picking up the can of spray paint decorated with sprigs of leaves which would act as her bouquet. Huh. She wasn't going to tell anyone, but she couldn't believe she was doing this either. But she was damn glad she was.
[Title] Wedding Dreams
[Fandom] LIFE
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Manami Anzai/Tatsumi Sako. Sort of
[Notes/Summary] Manami explains to Tatsumi how wonderful their wedding will be.
He always hates it most when Manami talks about her wedding.
It's always her wedding, because he never has to provide any input or even response; just a nod and a smile to how he's listening.
"I think I'd like to get married in the summer -
at the hottest day of the year when the sheets stick to you
"and it'll be Western-style, of course. I suppose Daddy might like it if we were traditional but you know what he's like, don't you, Tatsumi?"
Daddy always gets his way
"Anyway, I know I look good in white. You think I do, right? You said I looked lovely in my sundress."
Funny what doesn't show up under white
"I guess we'll have the reception in a hotel afterwards. I mean, we could have it my house but a hotel is a bit more classy, I think. We'll get everyone in and have a party -
Everyone has to be there or she'll make sure they suffer
"And Misa and Rie and Midori will be my bridesmaids, of course."
And he says, "Oh? Just those three?"
Manami presses closer, squeezes his hand. "Of course, silly! They're my best friends, I know I can trust them!"
That part will be his wedding. There's nothing wrong with the groom talking to the bridesmaids, taking them off to thank them personally, and if he can take out his frustrations on them, once the sun's set, he just might make it through the rest of his marriage.
[Title] White Wedding
[Fandom] Akira (manga)
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Kaneda/Kei
[Notes/Summary] Even in a ruined city, a wedding is possible.
"I never planned to get married," Kei says, coolly, staring at the patches of ice between her feet. "To be honest, I thought I'd probably be dead by the time the issue arose."
"Huh." Kaneda shoves his hands in his pockets. Snow speckles his hair. "Well, I never figured I would either. It's not really a JD thing, you know?"
"Yeah. And I guess you never had parents heckling you about it."
"Nah. Why, did you?"
"Not really. They didn't have time. And then when it was just me and my brother, he was more worried about keeping me out of criminal activities."
"Kind of failed there then, huh?"
Kei shrugs. "I wish he'd got to see this. It might have reassured him."
"Kei..." Kaneda turns to look round at the wrecked buildings surrounding them. Little white dots of snow slice through their vision. "We're gonna get hitched under a tarpaulin. Your ring's a twist of wire from my toolkit. You're wearing a veil made out of some luckless sap's net curtains, and a priest who's a crazy refugee from a psychic cult is reading the vows. Oh, and the only guests are a bunch of bikers. Why would that reassure any anxious relatives?"
"Because it means I'm not dead," Kei said, grinning and taking his hand. "Come on. Let's go and get it over with."
"Aren't I supposed to not be seeing you until afterwards?"
"Yes, but frankly... I spent enough time being apart from you while people tried to kill us both. Screw tradition."
[Title] Wedding Guest
[Fandom] Malory Towers
[Rating] G
[Pairing] Implied Mary-Lou/Daphne
[Notes/Summary] Daphne is very happy for her friend; or so she tells Gwendoline, anyway.
Daphne has always hated being too hot, and right now, under glass in an artificial silk dress when it may have been less than advisable to drink the third glass of wine, she wishes she hadn't bothered to attend the wedding at all.
Her feet are hot and sticky and they ache, and so she stumbles out of the conservatory and down the garden path. It's even hotter out here, but at least there's a faint breeze. She turns a corner, and sees a pond, the sun sparkling on the water, and sinks down onto the nearby bench, letting her head rest on her hands.
"Hello, Daphne."
Daphne jumps. How stupid not to notice there was someone else out here. She raises her head. Gwendoline Lacey is sitting on the opposite bench, legs stretched out, blonde hair struggling out of its pins.
"Oh. Hello," Daphne says. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." If I had, I would have walked straight past. Darrell Rivers said she thought Gwen had changed after what had happened to her father, but that doesn't mean Daphne's going to like the girl.
Gwen shrugs. "Wasn't the ceremony beautiful?" she says, lightly. "I have to say, I'm amazed Mary-Lou is finally taking the plunge. She always seemed so devoted to... to her work."
"Yes."
"Did you keep in touch with her much after you left school?"
"A... a little. But she was so busy."
Gwen shrugs, crosses her ankles, fans herself with her hand.
"I haven't seen you for years," Daphne says, suddenly feeling calmer. "What are you doing with yourself?"
Gwen's smile becomes a little more obviously fake. "Oh... this and that. Mother is... isn't well these days. It's just the two of us now Miss Winter is gone. So... I spend quite a lot of time looking afte her."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"What about you?" Gwen says. She stands up, saunters over to the pond, glances at her reflection.
"I'm living in London now."
Eyebrow raise. Gwen has plucked them too much. "But London's so expensive!"
Daphne wonders whether anyone would care if she pushed Gwen into the pond.
"Mary-Lou had to go there to train," she says before she can stop herself, before she can remember that discussing Mary-Lou with Gwendoline can only lead to trouble.
"And you went with her?"
"Yes, I did, actually."
"But now you've lost touch." A pause, then, "they met on the wards, didn't they? He's a doctor."
Daphne gets up, sharply, not sure if she's going to march over to Gwen and tell her to shut up about Mary-Lou (as if they're back in second form or something) or whether she's just going to leave. Her uncertainty means she ends up just standing still, and Gwen, still with that silly fake-surprise on her face, picks her way carefully over to her. Her shoes are slightly scuffed, Daphne notices. Stupid, letting little details like that give you away.
"Don't be angry," Gwen says, softly. "It's a shame, seeing that you've lost something, isn't it? It used to hurt every time I read about Switzerland. Or Cornwall."
"Do be quiet. I haven't lost anything."
"Oh... my mistake," Gwen says, eyes widening.
"I wish you'd just leave me alone," Daphne says, trying to sound mature and confident but only succeeding in sounding as if she's going to cry. "You're talking as if - as if - I don't know, but I know what you're like, Gwendoline, so - so -"
"Yes," Gwen says. She's got too much perfume on. "I know what you're like, too. Don't you remember?"
Daphne doesn't move.
"Are you going to go back in there?" Gwen whispers. "You don't have to. Stay out here with me instead."
And nothing good can ever come of sticking with Gwen, but Daphne is tired of watching Mary-Lou bravely meet her eyes every time they look at each other.
"All right," she says.
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Date: 2008-12-29 10:26 pm (UTC)It's so fitting - I like that Kaneda has grown up enough for getting married, and yet it's still so... I don't know, Kaneda-esque.
I loved the description of the ceremony!
"...and a priest who's a crazy refugee from a psychic cult is reading the vows"
*grin*
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Date: 2008-12-30 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 01:06 am (UTC)(He'd get along well with Sokka, whom blames many of his personal misfortunes on The Universe - while thanking it for his strokes of good luck. It's not particularly the same thing, but treating The Universe like an outward entity manifesting as destiny is a mutual aspect between the two.)
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Date: 2009-01-11 08:12 pm (UTC)(Fair enough! I can see Tab thinking that way ^^)