Happy Holidays Fic!
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trinityvixenHere's the first of several projects to come. It's probably the shortest one I've got, but only because the prompt immediately suggested an idea. So's we're clear (or so I am), I've still got ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jethrien, viridian, deepredbelle, and alizzy's fics to go (ivy03, I have a fandom, but you should request character(s) and give me a prompt).
This one, however, is fornewredshoes. I was not given a fandom, only a prompt; I had to choose one of her fic's opening lines and write my own from it. The fandom is Firefly, no spoilers as it is pre-series.
The prompt?
A Practical Approach
bytrinityvixen
*****
"You...you want to what?"
"I want to get married," Zoe repeated, stone calm while Wash swallowed thick, like he was putting whole ostrich eggs through his gullet.
"But we haven't...I mean, I am all for the societally-approved copulating, but Zoe, I mean..."
"You’ve said 'I mean' twice now in the space of a breath, and I still ain't heard a 'yes' or a 'no' in there anywheres." She crossed her arms and gave him a hard frown. The next words out of his mouth weren't likely to be an answer she wanted, not yet, but directing the flow of his chaotic brain would get her to one sooner rather than later, and she had work that needed doing.
"Well, you haven't, technically, asked me a question."
She barely acknowledged his point. "If I'm doing the proposing, seems I can do it any which I please. I don’t have to ask, but I am needing an answer just the same.”
Wash opened his mouth, shut it, tensed his jaw and let his lips squirm about on his face a full ten seconds before he found words. "You want to get married."
"Believe I said something such."
"To me. You want to get married to me."
"No one else been sharing my bunk three months straight."
"That means you like me? Like like me, like me?"
It was dangerous absurd that she could translate a sentence like that out of his mouth.
"You ever get any signals I don't?"
"Plenty," he said too quickly, then smiled goofily, "But not any in a while."
Zoe pushed off the wall she'd been leaning on. "We have work, pilot." She enjoyed his wince a little too much; she hadn't called him that since those his first few awkward weeks aboard Serenity. "Me and the Captain are going out on a meet soon as you set us down on Angel. You have an answer for me before we’re off--a firm one, mind." She needed her head on the job, not lost to anticipation.
Zoe turned on her heel to step out of the bridge, when his words brought her up short. "I don't think I'll need that long."
"Oh?" She put her foot down outside the cockpit, so as not to leave it suspended stupidly in the air. Could just keep walking, that way.
"Okay. Let's get married."
She nodded. "I'll see what's doing for that in the dirt."
"Here? Now?" Wash squawked, cowering when she threw him a look over her shoulder. "Here is good. Angel,” he said, placing his hand over his heart with a dreamy sigh, “such a romantic spot. Perfect for weddings,” he gulped, adding more convincingly, “just peachy-types of perfectly romantic, yes sir.”
"Ain't got nothing to do with romance." Had everything to do with claiming him as hers sooner rather than later. She didn’t truck with waiting on tomorrow what she could procure today. It was Angel or the possibility of never. With their schedules, who knew when next she'd find time for a Shepherd to bind them?
"One question?"
"Yes?" When he didn’t ask straight away, she turned in the doorway, giving him her full attention, lightened now that she had his promise. It reassured him, and he found his words quick.
"Zoe, honey, am I the ‘man’ in our relationship?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What?"
He frowned sullenly, continuing with a reluctant, almost inaudible mutter, "Only Jayne figures you're the man."
"Jayne is a piece of garbage. His thoughts ain't worth the time he wastes when giving 'em."
Wash brightened at this. "Just so we're clear, then: I get to call you 'wife'? Not the other way around?"
She shook her head, chuckling. "No, not the other way 'round.” She thought about it a minute and added, “Husband.”
Weren’t no question but that they both definitely liked the sound of that.
jethrien, viridian, deepredbelle, and alizzy's fics to go (ivy03, I have a fandom, but you should request character(s) and give me a prompt).This one, however, is for
newredshoes. I was not given a fandom, only a prompt; I had to choose one of her fic's opening lines and write my own from it. The fandom is Firefly, no spoilers as it is pre-series. The prompt?
A Practical Approach
by
trinityvixen"You...you want to what?"
"I want to get married," Zoe repeated, stone calm while Wash swallowed thick, like he was putting whole ostrich eggs through his gullet.
"But we haven't...I mean, I am all for the societally-approved copulating, but Zoe, I mean..."
"You’ve said 'I mean' twice now in the space of a breath, and I still ain't heard a 'yes' or a 'no' in there anywheres." She crossed her arms and gave him a hard frown. The next words out of his mouth weren't likely to be an answer she wanted, not yet, but directing the flow of his chaotic brain would get her to one sooner rather than later, and she had work that needed doing.
"Well, you haven't, technically, asked me a question."
She barely acknowledged his point. "If I'm doing the proposing, seems I can do it any which I please. I don’t have to ask, but I am needing an answer just the same.”
Wash opened his mouth, shut it, tensed his jaw and let his lips squirm about on his face a full ten seconds before he found words. "You want to get married."
"Believe I said something such."
"To me. You want to get married to me."
"No one else been sharing my bunk three months straight."
"That means you like me? Like like me, like me?"
It was dangerous absurd that she could translate a sentence like that out of his mouth.
"You ever get any signals I don't?"
"Plenty," he said too quickly, then smiled goofily, "But not any in a while."
Zoe pushed off the wall she'd been leaning on. "We have work, pilot." She enjoyed his wince a little too much; she hadn't called him that since those his first few awkward weeks aboard Serenity. "Me and the Captain are going out on a meet soon as you set us down on Angel. You have an answer for me before we’re off--a firm one, mind." She needed her head on the job, not lost to anticipation.
Zoe turned on her heel to step out of the bridge, when his words brought her up short. "I don't think I'll need that long."
"Oh?" She put her foot down outside the cockpit, so as not to leave it suspended stupidly in the air. Could just keep walking, that way.
"Okay. Let's get married."
She nodded. "I'll see what's doing for that in the dirt."
"Here? Now?" Wash squawked, cowering when she threw him a look over her shoulder. "Here is good. Angel,” he said, placing his hand over his heart with a dreamy sigh, “such a romantic spot. Perfect for weddings,” he gulped, adding more convincingly, “just peachy-types of perfectly romantic, yes sir.”
"Ain't got nothing to do with romance." Had everything to do with claiming him as hers sooner rather than later. She didn’t truck with waiting on tomorrow what she could procure today. It was Angel or the possibility of never. With their schedules, who knew when next she'd find time for a Shepherd to bind them?
"One question?"
"Yes?" When he didn’t ask straight away, she turned in the doorway, giving him her full attention, lightened now that she had his promise. It reassured him, and he found his words quick.
"Zoe, honey, am I the ‘man’ in our relationship?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What?"
He frowned sullenly, continuing with a reluctant, almost inaudible mutter, "Only Jayne figures you're the man."
"Jayne is a piece of garbage. His thoughts ain't worth the time he wastes when giving 'em."
Wash brightened at this. "Just so we're clear, then: I get to call you 'wife'? Not the other way around?"
She shook her head, chuckling. "No, not the other way 'round.” She thought about it a minute and added, “Husband.”
Weren’t no question but that they both definitely liked the sound of that.
