i'm a pixel here, myself

This story needs some background. Way back in mid-February, I posted [this], the entire text of which was: You know what would be totally awesome in a trainwreck-y way? WB RPS wedding fic. If someone can write this and keep the guys in their actual voices, I will be grinning for *weeks*. No, really.

And then mcee and I challenged one another to write that story. I suspect she hasn't gotten much beyond the stuff she showed me way back then, but I wrote a couple of bits of it, and sent them to her. And then she liked them, so I wrote some more, and this story grew. I took a break when it came time to do Remix, and didn't pick this back up until I finished part 15 of highschoolery and put that aside, but when I did finish that, the rest of this came fairly quickly.

Part of the conversation mcee and I had was effectively: boys in tuxes = hot; boys at weddings = in tuxes; who's going to manip that for us? Fortunately, starstillwonder answered my plea and asked very nicely and raelala did this awesome work:



...and yes, I'm using that as enticement for y'all to read this :D

I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. I know for a fact that this is extremely self-indulgent, because I have a great and unholy love for weddingfic (yeah, I don't know either), and I love it with the passion of a thousand burning suns. But give it a try; it happens to be a story I'm fairly proud of. Huge thanks to mcee for babying this through, for squealing at the new bits, and for doing her usual beta awesomeness. All mistakes that remain are totally my own.

ETA 1/19/07: phaballa has written [Wifey], a ficlet set six months after the events here. It has more happy domesticity, sex, and banter. Go read!

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With This Ring
Jared/Jensen weddingfic, R/NC-17 (there's porn in here, too, people)
7,900 words
( In some parallel universe, Jared is sure, this goes off without a hitch )