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Title: Wild Flowers
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duckytears
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1167 words
Character/Pairing: Will Miller/Veronica Mars (mentions of Dawn/Logan and Buffy/Angel, as well as Duncan/Veronica)
Summary: "Oh my god," she gasps pulling him under a table, the two of them hidden under the incredible amounts of lacy lavender table cloth. The table shakes hard above them and she gives a horrified shudder. "This is exactly the reason I hate weddings."
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Warning: I wrote HAPPY fic? Wtf.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to Rob Thomas or Joss Whedon or Ginni. Because all three are totally awesome writers.
Author's Note: Written foratomic_eyes for the most part because no one else is going to understand this like she will. Will Miller is an original character she made for an RPG of ours. However, I believe you can read and enjoy the crack. Note it is a Veronica Mars/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover.
Wild Flowers
She clenches the bouquet of flowers in her hand so tightly when she catches them that he can see her knuckles turning white. The fact that she had to wrestle a vampire slayer for it is a feat that he doesn't even want to comprehend, but the condition of the flowers is still perfect as she presses them into her abdomen against her floral dress and leans down to press her small nose into them.
And he smiles, but from a distance.
Veronica continues to clench to the flowers, even hours after she's caught them, carrying them about as a security as she wishes the happy couple a happy trip to Bali - because thank god Logan and Dawn are heading off for an entire week so they don't have to see them dry humping each other every two seconds with a lust they can't restrain.
But hey, that's Logan for you. And that's really really Dawn. And the two of them together is either incredibly brilliant or massively stupid. And Will would rather go with brilliant because for some reason the obnoxious completing each other's sentences and constant using his couch as a place to mark their sexual territory makes him happy now.
Then there's also that thing that if Dawn had never rejected his advances and if Logan had never attempted to break his jaw for those advances he'd be missing out on two best friends that he never thought he'd have and one super sleuthy girl friday who drives him crazier than any girl ever could.
"We're changing our locks while you're gone," Veronica comments to Logan, sharing a hidden smile that he's not sure the true meaning of.
"I bet," he says, "You're not allowed to mess up our couch either."
"Oh, snap," she replies, her lips curving quirkily.
And that's his girl.
Five hours and thirty seven minutes ago, Will Miller met Duncan Kane. Which was weird, you know. More than weird. Weird is watching Logan lick his own kitchen floor on a dare - which for the record he gave a really odd look to Veronica for even suggesting (who dares someone to lick a floor? His super sleuthy girl friday!). Weird is an understatement when it comes to meeting your girlfriend's other ex that she's always going to be hung up on because Duncan Kane was just that guy.
The guy and the first that slipped into her heart and made her yearn and imagine and dream of all the things he'll never follow through with. Because they weren't her dreams with him. They were her dreams with Duncan and he just cannot compare once so ever to a guy that only has to look at her to break her heart.
So, maybe he wasn't that guy, but Duncan kept giving him glances that spoke volumes loudly of a secret jealousy - because as much as Duncan was that guy, Will had a place now. One that was all his own and one that he would never have.
The future. Her future.
Will smiles politely and slips his hand into Veronica's as she lets his fingers fill the potential between hers warmly.
Watching Veronica on the beach, still clutching those vibrantly colorful wild flowers loosely in a hand, catches his breath deeply in his throat. The light wind is pressing the back of her dress against her thighs and clinging to her body like a second skin. She looks perfectly flawed as she makes her way across the wet sand, her heels making prints, as she approaches Duncan who is drawing a heart in the sand. He wipes off the dirt on his pants, equally making prints, and takes a moment to look at her.
He can't read their lips from this far away, but Veronica holding herself closely reminds him of the first time she called them a relationship - taking a cold stance away as if being too close was painful.
And even though he assumed, he finally gets where she got that from.
Moments before Dawn comes down the aisle, her face glowing happily in the moonlight, Will glances from the opposite end - best man to maid of honor - at the dreams that shine in the small smile that only raises for the bride.
Logan was right.
It was totally one of those utterly estrogen filled female reaction to things.
Damn.
Repeat, damn.
He swears he can smell wild flowers in the distance.
"Oh my god," she gasps pulling him under a table, the two of them hidden under the incredible amounts of lacy lavender table cloth. The table shakes hard above them and she gives a horrified shudder. "This is exactly the reason I hate weddings."
Will snickers, tongue in cheek. "It's not your fault Angel and Buffy just happen to have epic love. Besides, this is the first wedding you've been to."
"She's going to dust him and Dawn is going to cry. I still hate weddings."
"Okay, it's not his fault that's she taking a lifetime to make a choice." He pauses, "You're such a liar, Veronica."
"Girls are allowed to be indecisive." Beat. "Did you just call me a liar."
"Pants on fire. Or dress, if you'd prefer."
"I'm not a liar."
"Someone is turning over in their grave at those words, I swear."
She rolls her eyes dramatically.
"You love weddings," he continues, kissing her sweetly on the mouth.
She softens just enough under his lips, "How would I know? This is the first one I've been to."
"Catch the bouquet for me and you'll go to another," he promises.
Author:
duckytearsRating: PG
Word Count: 1167 words
Character/Pairing: Will Miller/Veronica Mars (mentions of Dawn/Logan and Buffy/Angel, as well as Duncan/Veronica)
Summary: "Oh my god," she gasps pulling him under a table, the two of them hidden under the incredible amounts of lacy lavender table cloth. The table shakes hard above them and she gives a horrified shudder. "This is exactly the reason I hate weddings."
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Warning: I wrote HAPPY fic? Wtf.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to Rob Thomas or Joss Whedon or Ginni. Because all three are totally awesome writers.
Author's Note: Written for
atomic_eyes for the most part because no one else is going to understand this like she will. Will Miller is an original character she made for an RPG of ours. However, I believe you can read and enjoy the crack. Note it is a Veronica Mars/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover.She clenches the bouquet of flowers in her hand so tightly when she catches them that he can see her knuckles turning white. The fact that she had to wrestle a vampire slayer for it is a feat that he doesn't even want to comprehend, but the condition of the flowers is still perfect as she presses them into her abdomen against her floral dress and leans down to press her small nose into them.
And he smiles, but from a distance.
Veronica continues to clench to the flowers, even hours after she's caught them, carrying them about as a security as she wishes the happy couple a happy trip to Bali - because thank god Logan and Dawn are heading off for an entire week so they don't have to see them dry humping each other every two seconds with a lust they can't restrain.
But hey, that's Logan for you. And that's really really Dawn. And the two of them together is either incredibly brilliant or massively stupid. And Will would rather go with brilliant because for some reason the obnoxious completing each other's sentences and constant using his couch as a place to mark their sexual territory makes him happy now.
Then there's also that thing that if Dawn had never rejected his advances and if Logan had never attempted to break his jaw for those advances he'd be missing out on two best friends that he never thought he'd have and one super sleuthy girl friday who drives him crazier than any girl ever could.
"We're changing our locks while you're gone," Veronica comments to Logan, sharing a hidden smile that he's not sure the true meaning of.
"I bet," he says, "You're not allowed to mess up our couch either."
"Oh, snap," she replies, her lips curving quirkily.
And that's his girl.
Five hours and thirty seven minutes ago, Will Miller met Duncan Kane. Which was weird, you know. More than weird. Weird is watching Logan lick his own kitchen floor on a dare - which for the record he gave a really odd look to Veronica for even suggesting (who dares someone to lick a floor? His super sleuthy girl friday!). Weird is an understatement when it comes to meeting your girlfriend's other ex that she's always going to be hung up on because Duncan Kane was just that guy.
The guy and the first that slipped into her heart and made her yearn and imagine and dream of all the things he'll never follow through with. Because they weren't her dreams with him. They were her dreams with Duncan and he just cannot compare once so ever to a guy that only has to look at her to break her heart.
So, maybe he wasn't that guy, but Duncan kept giving him glances that spoke volumes loudly of a secret jealousy - because as much as Duncan was that guy, Will had a place now. One that was all his own and one that he would never have.
The future. Her future.
Will smiles politely and slips his hand into Veronica's as she lets his fingers fill the potential between hers warmly.
Watching Veronica on the beach, still clutching those vibrantly colorful wild flowers loosely in a hand, catches his breath deeply in his throat. The light wind is pressing the back of her dress against her thighs and clinging to her body like a second skin. She looks perfectly flawed as she makes her way across the wet sand, her heels making prints, as she approaches Duncan who is drawing a heart in the sand. He wipes off the dirt on his pants, equally making prints, and takes a moment to look at her.
He can't read their lips from this far away, but Veronica holding herself closely reminds him of the first time she called them a relationship - taking a cold stance away as if being too close was painful.
And even though he assumed, he finally gets where she got that from.
Moments before Dawn comes down the aisle, her face glowing happily in the moonlight, Will glances from the opposite end - best man to maid of honor - at the dreams that shine in the small smile that only raises for the bride.
Logan was right.
It was totally one of those utterly estrogen filled female reaction to things.
Damn.
Repeat, damn.
He swears he can smell wild flowers in the distance.
"Oh my god," she gasps pulling him under a table, the two of them hidden under the incredible amounts of lacy lavender table cloth. The table shakes hard above them and she gives a horrified shudder. "This is exactly the reason I hate weddings."
Will snickers, tongue in cheek. "It's not your fault Angel and Buffy just happen to have epic love. Besides, this is the first wedding you've been to."
"She's going to dust him and Dawn is going to cry. I still hate weddings."
"Okay, it's not his fault that's she taking a lifetime to make a choice." He pauses, "You're such a liar, Veronica."
"Girls are allowed to be indecisive." Beat. "Did you just call me a liar."
"Pants on fire. Or dress, if you'd prefer."
"I'm not a liar."
"Someone is turning over in their grave at those words, I swear."
She rolls her eyes dramatically.
"You love weddings," he continues, kissing her sweetly on the mouth.
She softens just enough under his lips, "How would I know? This is the first one I've been to."
"Catch the bouquet for me and you'll go to another," he promises.
Tags:
- btvs,
- crack,
- fic,
- veronica/will,
- vm
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... omfg. I don't write fluffy.
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