As soon as I received the wonderful news of @escapefrommetalgear‘s wedding I knew I have to make something special for her and her husband.
So I wrote down a little wedding story for her OTP, McPharah, that soon evolved in a 2800 words one shot. I also included some Mercy76 here and there, since it’s another ship we have in common (and I liked the idea of include them too much)
I hope you like it!
A HUGE thanks to @mtex for her help with the grammar
The sun was high in the sky, but the
cool breeze of the desert kept the air somewhat fresh for all those attending
the special event happening at the Giza Grand Hotel’s beautiful garden, not far
from Temple of Anubis. Sunrays were not the main concern for a certain man
waiting for the show to start.
Dressed in a full suit with high
boots and a fancy cowboy hat, Jesse McCree adjusted hisexpensive tie for the hundredth
time and looked at his gold plated wristwatch.
Almost High Noon.
He smirked. Ironically, it was her who insisted on having the wedding
at that exact hour.
The levity moment was brief though,
as his thoughts dwelled on the big step ahead of him.
He was going to get married! He was going
to marry none other than Fareeha Amari.
The more he thought about it the
more he felt unworthy to marry her. She was righteous, headstrong and
incredibly beautiful, all the things he was not. All he could see in himself was
just a dirty man, whose only chance of redemption was taking out the trash the
world one gunshot at a time. How she could love a wreck like him was beyond his
Someone grabbed him by the arm. Even
though he winced, the grip was not tight at all. It was a gentle gesture from
the kindest of women. Leaning a hand on his arm was the bride’s mother, Ana. He
looked down at the old but strong woman. She was standing right beside him the
whole time in her long blue dress that left only her wrinkled arms free. On her
head, hijab veil covered most of her hair except for her braid and a bang of
silver hair. Just having her there filled him with the confidence to stand his
ground and not run away in shame. Ana noticed a single drop of sweat forming on
“What is wrong Jesse? Are you
scared?” She asked, drying his skin with a napkin.
“Nothin’ escapes your eye, Ana!” He
“You’re gonna be okay. She loves
you. Trust her as I do!” Ana told him with a careful but firm voice.
She then took a glance at Jesse’s
watch and added:
The Wedding of Fareeha Amari and Doctor Angela Ziegler
Pharmercy Appreciation Week Day 6: Wedding. @pharmercyappreciationweek
A/N about translations: Because I can’t speak German or Egyptian Arabic, expect some wonky translations. On the Subject of Egyptian Arabic, the translation to English was, well, let’s just say, off. As in, I have no idea what the heck is going on there. So I put the approximate English pronunciation, followed by the actual way to write the words. See the end A/N for actual translations.
“I promised you a special stream today, and I am here to deliver!” Hana exclaimed, talking into her phone. “Are you prepared to get up close and personal with Overwatch? Of course you are. And today, you get to attend a wedding.” She turned the phone to face Fareeha standing next to her. “And here’s the lucky bride-to-be. Well, one of them anyway.” Fareeha looked at the mirror, observing Hana as she broadcast a behind-the-scenes view of the wedding. Hana wore a three-piece suit with a pink tie, her bunny logo emblazoned in the center. “Hopsotch23 wants to know who the lucky lady is. Care to say who, or do you want to keep it a surprise?”
As Fareeha turned her head, Satya pushed it back into place. “Don’t move,” Satya ordered as she continued to perfect Fareeha’s hair. Satya was also wearing a three-piece suit, though her tie was blue and her jacket was currently hanging next to the door, next to Fareeha’s dry cleaning bag.
“They know who it is,” Fareeha said.
Hana waited a moment before nodding. “Yes they do. PharahIsBae wants to know if you really want to do this.”
Fareeha cocked her eyebrow. “What was that name again?” she asked.
“Just answer the question,” Hana said with a smile. “For your fans.”
Fareeha started to nod, Satya quickly holding her head still. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Booth: I worked really, really hard on my vows, but you know now that we’re here, look… Hey, do you remember the last time that we were here standing right around in this spot? It was right in the beginning, before we really knew each other. I was trying to get away from you because you were irritating me and you chased me down and you caught up to me. I said to you, “Listen, I just have to get all my ducks in a row” and then you said to me…
Brennan: I can be a duck!
Booth: Yeah, we have been chasing each other for a long time. Been chasing each other through wars and serial killers and ghosts and snakes. And you know chasing you has been the smartest thing that I have ever done in my life. And being chased by you has been my greatest joy. But now we don’t have to chase each other anymore because we caught each other.
Brennan: When Hodgins and I were buried alive, we each wrote a message to someone we loved in case our bodies were ever found. Hodgins wrote to Angela and I wrote to you. “Dear Agent Booth, you are a confusing man. You are irrational, and impulsive, superstitious, and exasperating. You believe in ghosts and angels and maybe even Santa Claus. And because of you I’ve started to see the universe differently. How is it possible that simply looking into your fine face gives me so much joy? Why does it make me so happy that every time I try to sneak a peak at you, you’re already looking at me? Like you, it makes no sense. And like you, it feels right. If I ever get out of here, I will find a time and a place to tell you that you make my life messy and confusing. And unfocused and irrational and wonderful.” This is that time. This is that place.
- Bones 9x06 (The Woman in White)
I stay in the Shawngela tag on and I keep seeing posts by fans saying they love Shawn and Shawngela, and how he deserves better. And that’s true, but let’s not forget about Angela, and what the writers did to her.
Is Jane being Korsak’s best man not like gayest thing ever?! Jane in a nice tailored suit and Maura in a stunning little dress and then they hook up and when Angela asks which groomsman Maura took home Jane stumbles into the kitchen in Maura’s tiny robe (made tinier by Jane’s height CAN YOU IMAGINE THE LEGS) grumbling about coffee then mama rizzoli is all peace out enjoy your gayness and then Jane wraps her arms around Maura from behind and kisses her neck and is all “well that was awkward but hey at least now everyone will know and we don’t have to tell them we can just go upstairs and fuck some more” and then they do