Wednesday: Weddings

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Hello, everyone. I’m draycevixen and today's theme is Weddings. Prompts can obviously be about weddings but you might also consider the life of the guests, the 'marriages' forced upon people by partnerships, etc.

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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

Battle Creek, Milt Chamberlain +/ Russ Agnew, they spend so much time together they might as well be married
Sleepy Hollow, Ichabod Crane is deeply confused by 21st century marriages
Kingsman (The Secret Service), Harry Hart +/ Eggsy Unwin, "those that Merlin has joined together for an undercover assignment let no man put asunder"

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[samueljames]

Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, John works a case where the number is a wedding planner. He gets ideas of the wedding he'd like for him and Harold, not that he expects it to actually ever happen.

[samueljames]

Blue Murder, Janine Lewis/Richard Mayne, she wasn't fussed on getting married again but then Richard asked and it became the best idea ever.

[samueljames]

Chuck, Chuck Bartowski/Bryce Larkin, working a wedding for a mission and sneaking away for a kiss when it's all over.

[samueljames]

CSI:NY, Don Flack/Danny Messer/Mac Taylor, they can't get married but do exchange rings and vows of commitment.

[samueljames]

Primeval, Hilary Becker/Connor Temple, after so much build up and planning the day goes off without a hitch but their absolute favourite part of the day is when the guests have all left and they can just crawl into bed and hold one another.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Battle Creek, Milt Chamberlain +/ Russ Agnew, they spend so much time together they may as well be married

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Sleepy Hollow, Ichabod Crane is deeply confused by 21st century marriages/weddings

Fill, hints of Abbie/Ichabod (unrequited?)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Is it some kind of competition? Is there a prize? I don't understand."

Abbie poked her head out of the kitchen. "What?" She hadn't had her morning coffee yet, but Ichabod was an irritatingly early riser and had yet to learn how to drive so she had to take him everywhere (but he was fine with walking to her door?).

"These women. Apparently if they are obnoxious and unreasonable enough about their impending nuptials, they are allowed to appear on television and be considered famous." Ichabod was staring at her television in undisguised horror. "Is the mostly beastly woman declared the winner and allowed to become the most famous?"

He was also making no sense. Abbie strode into the living room and stood beside him, studied the scene on the television. A woman in a beautiful Vera Wang white lice and satin creation was shaking a bouquet so hard at a seamstress that she nearly hit the woman in the face.

"You're watching Bridezillas?"

"It started playing after your chosen programme ended," Ichabod said defensively.

"Weddings can be big, stressful things," Abbie said. "For the women more than the men, usually, since the bride and her family are responsible for planning it." She scooped up the remote and turned off the television.

Ichabod blinked and shook himself out, as if he were coming out of a trance. "How so? A woman obtains a dress, her family hires a cleric of some sort to perform the ritual, and there is perhaps a meal and some celebration afterward."

"This coming from the man," Abbie said. "But if all your relatives want to come, and half of them hate each other, how do you arrange the seating so they are not near each other but are equally far from you so the feel equally valued by you and your family?"

"You sound as though you've done this before."

"If not for me, then for friends." Abbie said, "Come on, let's take a cultural expedition before we head into the office for the day." And she took him to the local newsstand and showed him the plethora of bridal magazines.

Ichabod paged through them with increasing dismay at the types of dresses offered and all of the minute details to which one had to pay attention, and then all of the optional items, like ring-bearers, dancing, surprises (musical performances, more dance performances), and the art of writing the perfect best-man speech. Because he was so fascinated, Abbie bought all of the magazines for him, and they got started with trying to save the world for another day.

She was horrified, the next morning, when Ichabod presented her with several marked pages in the magazines that he thought were the weddings dresses she would look best in for her theoretical future wedding, of which he would obviously be in charge, and she was even more horrified when he corralled Jenny into helping him pick flowers, tuxes, and invitations. She was mortified (but secretly pleased) when Jenny pointed out which tuxes Ichabod would look best in.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Kingsman (The Secret Service), Harry Hart +/ Eggsy Unwin, "those that Merlin has joined together for an undercover assignment let no man put asunder"

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, Zechs Merquise/Lucretia Noin; did she have to invite all of the Gundam pilots to their wedding?

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, They've been in a relationship for awhile, but are still shocked when they wake up married in Vegas. Their actually okay with the development but aren't ready to tell the others just yet.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, the wedding of the century

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, accidental marriage

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, G’Kar/Londo Mollari, narn and centauri have different wedding customs but they’re determined to work it out

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Darcy has made it clear that the whole asking her father's permission is not going to happen, but he still wants to at least talk to her father before proposing.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, growing up she never imagined photos of her wedding would make the cover of People

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Balzano and Byrne series – Richard Montanari, Jessica Balzano/Kevin Byrne, a quiet ceremony

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, they've kept their relationship mostly secret during their time in Alexandria, so most of the group is surprised when they ask the others to attend their wedding

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, the guests are at war and the cake is on fire but they’re both quite happy on their wedding day

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

"Good thing the Fire Chief is a guest," Lex commented, sipping on his glass of champagne.

At his side, Clark studied the older, puffing man. "Don't you think he looks... hassled."

Lex narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps the Metropolis Fire Department needs some new blood. This one doesn't like me, anyway."

Clark shook his head, instinctively pressing a halting hand against his new husband's arm. "No getting anyone fired on our wedding day," he reminded Lex.

Each of them had made compromises to make this a truly memorable, romantic day.

For example, a gust of cooling breath would have been enough to solve their current problem, but, really, the burning cake was more an annoyance than an actual risk, and Clark was under orders not to break out the suit and cape unless lives were in peril - and even then, he should wait until the security team Lex had hired were all lying helpless on the ground.

Thankfully, all the threats they had gotten seemed to have been in vain. Either that or they hadn't made it within a ten-block area around their reception - and since he hadn't seen Mercy since the morning, Clark had a feeling it was the latter.

Mercy deserved a raise. Again.

She had been one busy Head of Security these last few weeks. The wedding of Lex Luthor had tempted more than one madman out of the woods. (No one seemed to care that it was Clark Kent's wedding as well, except those who still wondered why the most powerful man in Metropolis could have seen in the bespectacled reporter.)

He dismissed the melting cake and glanced over to the other side of the party. "Should we do something about that?" he asked Lex, tipping his chest to where Lois was trying her best to incite a congresswoman into a confession of fraud.

Lex wrinkled his nose.

One day, Clark would get his boyfriend - husband! - to like his best friend and partner, but for now he had to be content that Lois hadn't been frisked and interrogated before allowing her in.

"Let her," Lex decided. "Mrs. Merryweather needs to toughen up. Lane will do."

Clark huffed a laugh. That made Lois sound like a pair of training wheels. "You know she'll go after Judge Harris next. She found evidence that his newest girlfriend is seventeen - and she's still angry that he let you go without charges two years ago."

Lex smirked. "Good."

Clark just looked at him.

"He was too easy to bribe," Lex admitted with the little shrug that said of course he wasn't doing such things anymore. "If Lane gets him, I'll take it as a wedding gift."

Clark sighed. "I think she was aiming to annoy you instead."

Lex just grinned. "Well, more fool she." He linked his hand with Clark's. "Nothing can possibly make me angry today."

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any het couple, they haven't really gotten along before, but they bond while serving as their friends' best man and maid of honor

Fill: Gundam Wing, Quatre/Dorothy

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

They stood opposite each other while Relena described her vision for her wedding and Heero either listened or was picking out every possible escape route in the venue.

"You're the best man?" Dorothy asked. "Not that...that Maxwell?"

"Duo's the best man in spirit, and he'll be giving the speech," Quatre said. "While he can be trusted to destroy half of the Lunar Base after almost dying from oxygen deprivation, he cannot be trusted to remember the rings or the cummerbunds or any number of other less...destructive tasks. I am surprised it is you and not Noin who is the maid of honor."

"Noin is already married and therefore not a maid," Dorothy said. She arched an eyebrow at him. "I expect you'll stay out of my way while I assist Miss Relena in making her vision come to fruition."

Quatre kept his voice low. "If you care about Miss Relena and are cognizant of just how public this wedding will be, you will leave the flower arrangements and linens and china patterns to me."

"I am the maid of honor," Dorothy hissed.

"You roll around town in a giant golden limousine and once brought a giant golden semi-truck to a battlefield. Relena has a giant pink limousine."

"This from the boy who 'rolled around town' in a Gundam."

"I didn't pick those colors."

"And you –"

"Haven't worn that pink shirt since I was fifteen."

Dorothy arched an eyebrow at him again.

"Sixteen," he amended ruefully.

Dorothy tuned back in to Relena's monologuing for a moment. Heero had removed his sidearm and was field-stripping and cleaning it.

"Fine," Dorothy said. "You have better taste in colors than I do. But I'm picking the food, because living on war rations has ruined your finely-trained palate. So help me, Winner, if you ruin this day for Miss Relena –"

"You'll what? Run me through with a fencing foil again?" Quatre arched an eyebrow right back at her.

Dorothy had the good grace to look chagrined. "About that. I never had the chance to apologize –"

"No need," Quatre said softly. "It was war. We all did things we deeply regret. Now come on, before she picks her wedding colors to match Wing Gundam for Heero." He offered his elbow, and Dorothy looped her arm through his. Gently, Quatre interrupted Relena's declaiming, and Dorothy recommended an excellent pastry chef.

Several hours later, when the wedding cake had been successfully chosen (and wouldn't put off guests by being too sweet), Dorothy and Quatre exchanged satisfied smiles. At the end of seven weeks, when Relena and Heero were taking their first turn around the dance floor as husband and wife, Dorothy and Quatre shared a kiss on the sidelines.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, undercover as a married couple

Fill: MI-5, Lucas North, Elizabeta Starkova

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Lucas had know that playing both sides, the Russians against Section D, would have an enormous cost, physical, intellectual, and emotional, but this wasn't an angle he'd predicted. It was one thing for Kachimov to assign Elizabeta as his handler, another to ask him to go undercover with her as his wife.

It was so easy to slip back into old habits, keeping a hand in the small of her back and walking slightly to the left and behind her so he could protect her at a moment's notice. When he'd been returned to England, he'd looked forward to never having to speak Russian again for anything that wasn't mission critical, but when they sat at the table in the café with a samovar between them, drinking fragrant coffee and scanning passers-by for their mark, he asked her about what she was working on, and he told her about the latest book he'd read, and he wasn't transported back to that prison cell where they screamed at him about Sugar Horse and made him feel like he was drowning.

Elizabeta was a kind woman, a gentle woman, and she was friendly, so she was good at making small talk with their mark when the only other open space at the café was at their table. She reached out, slipped her hand into Lucas's, squeezed, and he squeezed back. And then, when it was time to go, she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned to her instinctively and her mouth met his, and it was coming home – more than fish and chips, than stepping through the scanner into Section D on the Grid, more than Big Ben and the Tower Bridge and Coronation Street on the telly – and he never wanted to leave.

Once their mark was out of earshot, Elizabeta snatched her hand back, arranged their next meeting time, and left him there with cold coffee and a hollow feeling in his chest.

Lucas stared at the doorway long after she was gone, and then his cell phone buzzed, Ros checking in. Back to work.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John never thought he'd want to get married again...until now

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve tries to plan the perfect proposal

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any/any. The only reason they haven't eloped is...

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

John came back to himself just as Joe skittered out of the kitchen, clutching the dreaded Wedding Planning journal to his chest. What had started as a simple notebook with a few sketches from Evan and Architect had exploded into a horrifying collage of recipes, color swatches, floral arrangements concepts, an ever-increasing guest-list (with multiple crossings-out and several mathematically impossible seating arrangements), and it was a wonder the thing hadn't exploded.

Rodney watched him go. "More musical planning with Songwriter?"

John rubbed his eyes. Even though he'd basically taken a nap while Songwriter had unfettered control, he still felt exhausted. "Yes."

Rodney looked as tired as John felt. He sank down in the chair opposite John and sighed. "And the only reason we haven't eloped is...?"

"Evan would kill us in our sleep," John said.

When John and Rodney returned from a night out (picnic under the stars, candlelight) with the news that Rodney had proposed (John's memories of his ornate proposal for Nancy actually made him a little sick to think about, because it was so wildly out of character Topher had had to program every detail into him), Evan went into overdrive. What John and Rodney had hoped would be a simple, quiet affair with their closest friends was apparently going to be the wedding of the century. Media outlets were all over it - Former Doll Marries Nobel-Winning Atlantis Scientist - and all of the imprints wanted a hand in it as well. Traci was choreographing their first dance, and Rodney was a surprisingly good dancer when he put his mind to it. Evan was baking the cake and arranging the flowers (Traci had picked the colors, because John and Rodney couldn't be trusted to pick colors), and Songwriter and Joe were composing some kind of fancy math-based orchestral theme for the first dance, and eloping was sounding better and better.

"I'm a competent soldier," John said. "On top of my own Air Force training, I've got some black ops in here. We could escape and get to Vegas and Evan would never have to know."

"What we need to do," Rodney said, "is sit Evan and Joe down and tell them that we appreciate their efforts, but we want something a little...smaller. Torren as the ring-bearer. Our nieces as flower girls. Joe and Ronon as your groomsmen, Evan and Radek as mine. Teyla officiating. A small dinner afterwards. Evan can cook if he likes. And then...then a super huge reception if it makes him feel better. But for the real thing, let's keep it simple."

John yawned. "You're right. So, do you want to bring this up to Evan?"

Evan, who'd been bombarding everyone on base with cake samples for weeks.

"You're the soldier, you're the brave one," Rodney protested. "You talk to him." Neither of them had much defense when Evan broke out his sad blue-eyed expression.

Let me do it, Julian said.

John said, "Okay."

Rodney smirked. "Okay. You tell Evan."

"No, not me," John said. "Julian."

Two hours later, after Julian had corralled Joe and Evan in the lounge and forced them to listen to him while he declaimed from behind a lectern, enumerating his arguments in contentions with points and sub-points and cross-references, Joe and Evan submitted to John and Rodney's smaller wedding plan – and promptly threw themselves into planning the massive reception.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any/any. Renewing their vows.

Fill: second chances - han/leia -TFA AU

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

[[ Obviously AU and based of speculation]]


Han never believed in much. For a long time he thought the force was a crock of shit. Luck was just coincidence and there was no higher explaination or reasoning for what was there. It was just there.

But there was one thing Han always believed in...second chances.

He should be dead. He thought that every time he looked in the mirror and saw the scar from where the lightsaber hit him, but as he looked at Leia, kneeling across from him on the cushions provided, he knew why. Some force, some higher power wanted him to have second chance with the woman he would let The First Order, The Empire, or whatever threat was after her this week set him on fire to keep her safe.

It was why Han asked Leia to renew their vows. They had been apart for so long, he thought this would be a way to start anew.

It was a small ceremony on Q'Dar and was a far cry from the huge affair they had on Croussaint. Hell they were dressed in the same clothing they wore that day. Only a few attended. Some old friends like the Damerons Kes who beamed and Poe who occasionally dabbed his eyes with a handkerchief, and his new ones like Finn. Han liked it that way. Yet at the same time as he turned to look at the audience it made it more frighteningly obviously that amongst the people who loved them both dearly that two people they cared about were not present.

Ben, their son who they conceived out of love, he was still out there. He was still reeking havock on the galaxy with the First Order and still despised them both. Han kept the faith Ben would come back to him but the fact he wasn't amongst the crowd left a twist to his gut. And Luke...despite finally being located he refused to face him due to his failure to keep Ben from the dark. Han wanted them there....but there was nothing he could do.

"What's wrong Han," Leia asked as she squeezed his hands bringing him back to conscious.

"I miss Ben and Luke," Han admitted without hestation.

"I do too," Leia responded a small smile forming on her lips, "It hurts they are not here today...but look at who surrounds us. Everyone who loves and cares about and..." She paused and moved her head towards Rey. There was a giant smile on her face as she held tightly onto Finn's hand. Her eyes looked at the scene in wonder. "We have Breha...who came all the way from Achtoo to make sure she was here to see her parents renew their vows."

Han turned his head. Their little Breha...their Rey, who they thought was dead for all these years and by some miracle came back to them. He sighed and smiled as Rey blushed and looked down at hers and Finn's linked hands.

"You're right there is light in this darkness Leia," Han said turning back to Leia, "it is our daughter, it is you and it is our second chance. And I promise I will not let it slip through my fingers again."

He squeezed her hands. He wanted to kiss her, but it was not long. They said their I dos. Their quick vows of "I love you and I know" just like they did the first time. It was only a matter of the signal from the officiant, so he waited staring at Leia with wonder and joy.

"If no one has any objections with a kiss your marriage is sealed again," The Officiant said.

Han never hesitated to stand and take Leia in her arms, kissing her with the intensity of a thousand suns as the small crowd applauded. For a moment everything in the past..good and bad slipped into now. All he had to look forward to is the second chance the Force had given him.

If Han didn't know better, he would have believed that their marriage was just as new as the first time.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Friends. Ross/Rachel + any. Their wedding (Part Two).

Fill, Time for A Wedding

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Saying Ross loves marriage proposals and weddings is an understatement, he’s got a track record which speaks for itself. So when he finally puts a ring on Rachel’s finger no one is surprised. Monica is the one to voice out what the rest of them are thinking, ‘what took you so long?’ Ross can only narrow his eyes, a pensive look passing through his eyes, while Rachel’s answer is a shrug and keeps on ogling at the shinny band on her hand.

On the day of the wedding, Rachel can’t help but cry while hugging Monica, and Phoebe keeps handing them hand-made handkerchiefs with a big smile on her face. Next door, Ross is sweating, the tie around his throat feels constricting and Chandler´s jokes do nothing to help him with the nerves. Joey is the only one who's as composed as he can be. Even when he’s been married before, to Rachel even, this is completely different.

Emma walks down the aisle in front of Rachel throwing petals on the floor, the people around them cooing at his daughter. And Ross’ fears are squashed instantly, he’s never felt prouder than right then watching both of his girls and their infectious smiles. Ben is cheering him on next to his mothers.

“Hi,” Rachel says in a whisper.

“Hi.” His answer is a bit breathless.

As he takes Rachel’s hand everyone else fades away and he realizes this is a new beginning for them.