#aboutsandmanmeta

I have a few so hold onto your butts.

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Master Sergeant Rex “Sandman” Price nee Rogers

“The marriage actually came after the… rest of it… Had to. Fraternization.” He lifts the stump of an arm, too lazy today to wear his prosthesis. “We stopped shootin’ at people, for starters and I got my ass out of Humvees for good. I swear if I never see another one of those shitboxes it’ll be too soon.”

He looks around surreptitiously for the presence of either of his daughters, to ensure they’ve not heard him using foul language.

Piccolo Jr.

He thinks back to the wedding, when it had all become real to him. What had started out as a genuine gesture of solidarity and friendship became his life and his world when he’d laid eyes on the Saiyan Prince. The ceremony itself had been splendid and the reception would have been quite peaceful, had some out-of-town (off-planet) piece of power level-obsessed trash not spoiled it by making a mess of West City mid cake-cutting. The memory brings a smile to the Namekian’s face and he shakes his head.

“No,” he says after a moment. “We just live together now.”

Nathan Christopher Charles “Cable” Summers

“We aren’t married. Wade, please stop signing those divorce papers… ugh…” Pinching the bridge of his nose, the telepath makes a grab for the ream of paper Deadpool is tearfully signing, for some reason, with a splotchy fountain pen. Cable has no idea where he’s found this artifact and is, as usual, just a little impressed—an undertone of his overarching irritation.

Hanzo “Scorpion” Hasashi

“At first, there was little change,” Scorpion admits, “aside from the obvious.” He holds up a hand whereupon a band sits on his ring finger. “The transition—the most important one—occurred when we… when I… retired.”

Surrounded by grandchildren and glowing with pride, it is clear he does not regret this.

The Boy/0.005

“Dolores appeared when I needed her; she was there for me for… shit, half a century? I dunno where I’d be without her. It’s like I… wasn’t there before her and I won’t be here after her.” Is the minuscule assassin drunk and clutching a mannequin? Perhaps.

Daisuke Jigen

He doesn’t know why he agreed to the whole thing—it seems over-the-top, even for Lupin. A fake marriage, ceremony and all, complete with a contract? Well, he can say one thing for his ridiculous friend: the guy never does anything halfway.

“Nah,” he grunts, “it’s all for the payout, as usual.” Oddly enough, he doesn’t sound remotely disappointed with this arrangement. It’s just how they are.

Jessica Rabbit

She thinks about this a moment, pretty, red lips pulling into a pout she cannot help. Finely-plucked brows knit delicately and she makes a musical “hm” sound as she considers this. “What was the transition?” She considers this. “Now I get to wake up next to the man who makes me laugh.”

Jonathan “Johnny Cage” Carlton

“I’ve been married a couple times, and honestly the biggest change—if you’re not a total jackass—is that life’s not about you anymore. It can’t be… ‘specially if there’s a kid in the picture.” In his wallet are a pile of pictures of Cassie and Jacqui as children. The two had been inseparable and he can’t help thinking of the latter as his, in a way.

Loki Laufeyson

“Marriage is a bargaining chip,” he informs the faceless individual. He can respect the shapeshifting ability that has disabled his detection of their identity and right now, expending any kind of energy to actually figure out who they are feels like a cost he does not want to pay. “Nothing changes but the locale… Hmm, and my influence”

Matthew Horner

“The erh… first time, I didn’t even realize it.” He is loathe to recount the events of that fateful night of what he thought was a relatively innocent poker game which led to his marriage arrangement with Mira Han. Flushing deeply, he recounts a bit of the story of his second (and current) marriage.

“I think it really set in when Valerian—err, the Emperor—said he would take mylast name. Imagine that, the son of a merchant from Tyrador IX of all places…” He can’t help chuckling at this innocent picture he’s painted of himself, leaving out the hijacking of Hyperion and all the rebel activity that has made up the most exciting and instrumental parts of his life. “I can’t really put my finger on what changed when we finally said ‘I do’, but it felt like the ground was gone under my feet and the sky was… just so much brighter.”

Valerian Horner nee Mengsk

“When I dealt with Mira Han for Matthew’s hand, I knew that there were no lengths to which I would not go to have him. She knew it too.” His chuckle is wry. “And she took me for much, but it wasn’t nearly a fraction of what I’d have given up… for him. When we were wed, I realized, reallyunderstood that I didn’t have to be my father—that I don’t ever have to pretend to that throne. He’s helped me forge my own and I will always be grateful to him for that.”

Noctis Lucis Caelum

“I’m not—wh… I’m not married. I… not yet! I’ll marry Luna, soon… I think…” Noctis seems unsure of this, not unwilling but certainly not the elated bridgroom one might expect. His thoughts turn to the Galahdi hand-fasting ceremony, to the scant witnesses, the very few who know of the young prince’s most dangerous indiscretion, though Nyx Ulric is an indiscretion he will make over and over, if given the chance. His heart still beats fast in his chest when their eyes meet, but their liaisons are still secret, their love still hidden from the public eye.

Rayden *arranged Marriage AU because I like this one

“I’m a god now, so that’s new.” He snickers, grinning mischievously in the sorcerer’s direction. The myriad of lewd comments and stories he could tell are threatening to burst forth, but he holds them back, like a heavy thunderhead, waiting to rain its contents on the anticipatory ground below.

“I didn’t know Tsung before this, but to his credit, he mad a good effort at pretending I had a choice in the whole thing.” Rayden shrugs indifferently, as if being pitched between realms as a bargaining chip is a normal occurrence. “The little Kahn done fucked up, as you Earthrealmers say.”

Sherlock Holmes

“Not a thing,” he responds succinctly. “Watson and I have always had a companionable relationship. That has not changed one iota, nor, I think, will it. Now, if you will excuse me…” He is neither impolite nor brusque, but clipped, as if his mind is elsewhere and, as usual, it is. Tossing on a coat, the consulting detective disappears out the door of his rooms at 221B, likely on another adventure which his companion will summarily catalogue.

Solid Snake

“Otacon… he… hhnn… in a way I can’t describe, he completes what I was missing. I didn’t know what I could be until I met him.” He recalls vividly their first meeting, the fear, the friendliness… Otacon had been an utterly unique individual in his life, someone unlike any person he had ever met. How was he to know that they were the memetic legacy of their forefathers? At the time, he hadn’t. Now that he does, Philanthropy fights to be everything they were not. “He asked me if love could bloom on the battlefield and I… didn’t have a good answer for him—or… maybe I did, then, but now I’d say that is has to—for people like us, it has to. In a way, then, I think we were married before he asked me… and the only thing that changed was a ring and a promise made aloud that was always there, from the moment we left Shadow Moses.”

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

“I think we just.. said what we’d been feeling for a while. The ‘I do’ made it real, but…” Shiro shrugs broad shoulders. “It was always there. Keith’s my best friend—my oldest one—and he knows me, sometimes better than I know myself. I’m… I wasn’t the same without him and I’m better with ‘im.”

Raiden *restored timeline

“My shame…” He thinks a moment, deep, gentle blue eyes closing in pensive consideration. Breathing deeply, settled in a large, ornately-carved chair with a toddler asleep in his lap, Raiden speaks quietly, delicately, so as not to wake her. “I… learned to allow myself to desire and be desired… Tsung tried for years to show me, but his willingness to relinquish the relative freedom of being unattached, well… it made me realize what I was worth to him… and he to me.”

Ulfric Stormcloak

“It isn’t something we can display and… Jorleif assures me he understands, that it does not vex him… but it vexes me. We have always been friends, always been close—we stood before Mara and her priests and told them as much, but we cannot yet stand before our people and say the same, not until this war is over and we need not fight for succession.” That Ulfric has no heir is a point of contention in Skyrim and a point of leverage for the Empire. Rumors have circulated and, despite the overall indifference of the people of Tamriel, certain conventions must be observed and maintained.

Yasuo

“Nope. We went from kicking each other’s asses and fucking to kicking each other’s asses and fucking with rings.” He holds up a hand, knuckles bloodied, mischievous grin on his pretty, if swollen, lips. A gold band reflects with a lusty sparkle. His casual response belies the deep, abiding devotion Yasuo feels toward the Vastayan bastard. In a life of feeling cast out and poorly-fitted to most situations, he has finally found a place and a home.

Kang Lao *games nee Kung

“My name,” he responds simply, “and with it, the burden of that legacy.” It is not traditional for one spouse to give up their name, necessarily, in favor of the other, because of devotion to family and clan. Kung is a name he has happily shed, however, in favor of the name of a nobody of unknown origin and no family whatsoever, save a matronly thunder deity.

Kung Lao *MK2021

“We have a cell together,” he explains, “and we need not pretend we are not what we are.” He gestures, indicating that nebulous, inexplicable thing which is between himself and Kang. To explain it is to cheapen it, the grand champion feels.

Mileena

“The transition? Certainly. Tanya showed me what I am… and that I am beautiful.” Mileena’s past is fraught with violence and confusion, bafflement and rejection. All she has ever wanted is to be accepted and loved and with Tanya, the queen Kahnsort, she has that. Of course, Tanya had always been of this opinion, that Mileena is a goddess of grace and beauty, but for some reason, her verbal affirmation of it coming in the form of a marital oath had been the ultimate tipping point.

Mordecai

Sandman grows up in an abusive home, but does not realize it until years later. His father Daniel’s religious fervor drives his second wife to alcoholism and his son into the military. Daniel blames, on some level, his iniquitous son for the death of Valerie, his first wife.

Sandman maintains contact with Carol (the only mom he’s ever known as his biological mother died of complications from childbirth) but will not speak to his father.

He is an incredibly decorated soldier, gifted but exceedingly humble for all that. The members of his team respect him for this and the man only ever raises his voice to be heard over gunfire.

Born in Atlanta, his mannerisms are incredibly southern. “Bless your heart” means “go fuck yourself”, in a roundabout way.

He leaves home as early as possible, joining the military and making a name for himself. Selected for SFOD-D at 22, he participates in multiple operations overseas, including Operation Gothic Serpent. 

Sandman is homosexual. His step-mother Carol has always supported him in this and it is for this reason she separates from Daniel, whose beliefs lead him to shun those of his son’s “persuasion”.