Rec: A Lovely Wedding by tanarian
Mar. 4th, 2008 11:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Title: A Lovely Wedding
Author:
tanarian
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: Ianto finds himself attending a wedding - his own.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot. 3696 words
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This one really amused me, especially because there's an alien invasion, and they seem to like Ianto and want him to get married to the alien princess. xD Owen amused me, and Ianto too when he was panicking. :D And then Jack comes to the rescue of course because he can't have anyone marry his Ianto. I really loved it! Read~!
~_~_~_~_~
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: Ianto finds himself attending a wedding - his own.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot. 3696 words
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This one really amused me, especially because there's an alien invasion, and they seem to like Ianto and want him to get married to the alien princess. xD Owen amused me, and Ianto too when he was panicking. :D And then Jack comes to the rescue of course because he can't have anyone marry his Ianto. I really loved it! Read~!
~_~_~_~_~
"I mean, what rational species still goes in for the idea of marrying off some poor sod to the conquerors as some kind of bargaining chip?" he demanded of the air in general, swallowing the yip that threatened as a pin went into his side instead of the material.
"Rationality doesn't come into it when you've got weapons that can vaporise a city," Owen pointed out in a bored voice. "We should just be thankful they're willing to settle for you instead of something valuable."
"Pardon me if I'm a little biased against that attitude," Ianto growled.
Owen shrugged. "Tough," he said with lamentable indifference.
Ianto swallowed the retort that sprang to his lips. It wasn't fair! It might have been bearable if the Irrikans were humanoid and the princess he was about to marry had been some kind of ravishing nymph with silver hair and purple eyes. But no, the old Jones luck was running the way it usually did (down the nearest plughole) and his bride had turned out to be six foot pillar of gently pulsating mauve jelly, with what looked like twenty deep blue tentacles cascading from the top and five equally-spaced red eyes circling the pillar at the halfway stage. She moved on one solid foot on a bed of silvery green slime, unlike the rest of the Irrikans, who left trails of blue-green slime. Ianto took a vindictive pleasure in the knowledge that the carpets at Number 10 would never be the same again.
"Rationality doesn't come into it when you've got weapons that can vaporise a city," Owen pointed out in a bored voice. "We should just be thankful they're willing to settle for you instead of something valuable."
"Pardon me if I'm a little biased against that attitude," Ianto growled.
Owen shrugged. "Tough," he said with lamentable indifference.
Ianto swallowed the retort that sprang to his lips. It wasn't fair! It might have been bearable if the Irrikans were humanoid and the princess he was about to marry had been some kind of ravishing nymph with silver hair and purple eyes. But no, the old Jones luck was running the way it usually did (down the nearest plughole) and his bride had turned out to be six foot pillar of gently pulsating mauve jelly, with what looked like twenty deep blue tentacles cascading from the top and five equally-spaced red eyes circling the pillar at the halfway stage. She moved on one solid foot on a bed of silvery green slime, unlike the rest of the Irrikans, who left trails of blue-green slime. Ianto took a vindictive pleasure in the knowledge that the carpets at Number 10 would never be the same again.