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mirien's managing to catch the bride's bouquet at the wedding she attended, I promised her this fic as the bunny bit.
Sorry it took a while!
Title: Bridal Path
Players: Rude, Reno, unnamed Turks, assorted wedding guests
Rating: A gentle PG for 'language' but you will have to look fucking hard to find it
Disclaimer: Just playing in the sandbox
Warnings: Complete fiction
It was rare for Turks to marry, even rarer for them to marry someone who wasn’t a Turk, given the long-term prospects of the job, which was why when a Turk DID tread the matrimonial path the whole event was celebrated with a certain caution.
But now things had changed, had quietened down and the future looked…well, certainly less uncertain than when Sephiroth and the remnants were about, and since the geostigma had vanished from Gaia.
The happy couple were two of the ‘new order’ of Turks, recruited since the restoration of Shinra as a company to take notice of, both of them having spent most of their working life so far behind a desk and at computers looking for any discrepancies in statistics and so on that might mean sabotage or threats to the smooth running of the business.
‘It’s not the same,’ complained Reno to his long-suffering partner. Rude nodded and minutely adjusted his dark glasses.
‘…I mean, sometimes, don’t ya wish for the old days? When we did dirty stuff an’ blew things up an’…’
‘…And didn’t know if we’d make it through the week, let alone the month, hmmm?’ replied Rude with a slightly raised eyebrow.
‘Yeah…well, I grant you that there were some drawbacks, but ya know…it was more fun than…than this sorta thing,’ he said with a scowl. ‘I mean…weddings? Next we’ll be having fucking baby showers…’
Rude raised the other eyebrow and grinned. ‘So you haven’t heard about Elena?’ he said mildly, relishing the look of horror on Reno’s face.
‘What?! You ain’t serious? She’s not…’
Rude nodded. ‘Indeed. Tseng’s put her on light duties.’
Reno sat, visibly shaken and grabbed at his drink, tossing it back in one gulp.
‘Well…makes me glad I’m not into women. At least I won’t have to face the prospect of marriage OR fatherhood. You wanna try it, Rude, ‘stead of chasing all those girls of yours…stick with men like me. Safer,’ the red-head mumbled with a scowl.
His old partner laughed. ‘No thank you, you’re not my taste even if I were into guys. Too scrawny and pretty.’
Reno poked out his tongue and grinned. He’d got over the shock of Elena being pregnant, after all, she was a woman, even if they often forgot the fact when seeing her at work. He raised his glass for Rude to refill. ‘Well here’s to Elena and her kid. It’ll learn pretty damn fast to behave with her as it’s mom!’
Rude clinked his glass against Reno’s and chuckled at the thought. ‘Yeah…poor kid.’
After a few minutes quiet contemplation of the prospect of one of the four Aces being a parent, Rude glanced at his partner and wondered not for the first time about Reno’s private life. It was funny really, everyone assumed that he was the strong, silent type and Reno was the blagger, but nothing was further from the truth. Rude was more than happy to share his personal life with trusted friends, often had people round for meals, drinks, to watch a vid, but Reno?
Sure the redhead went out with the others, got drunk with them, fought with them and ended up in the emergency room with them often enough, but he never seemed to be with anyone in particular. Ah well, it took all sorts. Rude sipped his wedding champagne.
The rest of the affair was pretty much the same as weddings all over. The best man (a fellow Turk) gave an entertaining speech, the bride’s mother cried and the flower girl looked cute. The cake was cut, toasts were made and then it was time for the happy couple to leave for their honeymoon, three days at Costa del Sol, courtesy of Rufus Shinra.
‘Come on, let’s see them off,’ said Rude, standing and brushing cake crumbs from his lap. Reno grumbled slightly and tossed back the rest of his champagne, muttering about ‘fancy, flashy drinks’ and craving a whiskey.
The bride looked excited, the groom looked smug and all the women lined up ready to catch the bouquet. With a wild flourish and accompanied by the squeals of the guests, the bride tossed her flowers high into the air. For a brief moment it glistened in the sunshine, white lilies against a blue sky and then plummeted, straight towards Reno.
It was instinct that made him reach out and grab it. ‘What the f…?’ he said, staring at the flowers in his hand. ‘I thought we were being blasted by something. What am I supposed to do with this?’ he said frowning.
Rude didn’t know whether to laugh more at the disappointed glares from the women or at Reno’s obvious bewilderment. ‘Heh, looks like it’s you next,’ he chuckled.
‘What do you mean, ‘me next’? Next what?’
‘Oh come on, don’t you know what it means? The one who catches the bride’s flowers is the next to get hitched.’
‘What!?’ yelled Reno, almost dropping the bouquet in shock. ‘What sort of fucking idea is that?’
‘It’s a tradition,’ Rude shrugged, still giggling at Reno’s horrified confusion.
‘Hmmm.’ Reno sniffed the bouquet thoughtfully. ‘Quality stuff this. I’ll see you later, got something I need to do,’ he said with a strange glint in his eye.
Rude frowned and it was his turn to be shocked as the next moment Reno ambled away from the Wedding Breakfast, whistling ‘Here Comes the Bride’.
One month later…
It was a great surprise to this gossip columnist, and indeed to most of Midgar, that she received an invitation to what has become known as ‘the wedding of the millennium’, that of Rufus Shinra and Reno (and no, none of us yet know of the Turk’s surname, it remains a closely guarded secret) held in the executive suite at the new Shinra headquarters.
Rufus Shinra was dressed in his customary white although the fabrics were silk, satin and lace and Reno-now-Shinra was in his habitual black, but unlike the usual rather shabby and careless appearance we have all grown accustomed to seeing about the city, he cut a dash in black velvet and leather. Both carried white lilies.
The happy couple had chosen to break with the usual traditions of bridesmaids, page boys and Best Man, instead Rufus Shinra was attended by several Turks and Reno Shinra was accompanied by his erstwhile partner.
The gossip goes that his Turk proposed to Shinra having been given the idea from a wedding he attended recently where the bride… (See page 5)
mirien's managing to catch the bride's bouquet at the wedding she attended, I promised her this fic as the bunny bit.Sorry it took a while!
Title: Bridal Path
Players: Rude, Reno, unnamed Turks, assorted wedding guests
Rating: A gentle PG for 'language' but you will have to look fucking hard to find it
Disclaimer: Just playing in the sandbox
Warnings: Complete fiction
Bridal Path
It was rare for Turks to marry, even rarer for them to marry someone who wasn’t a Turk, given the long-term prospects of the job, which was why when a Turk DID tread the matrimonial path the whole event was celebrated with a certain caution.
But now things had changed, had quietened down and the future looked…well, certainly less uncertain than when Sephiroth and the remnants were about, and since the geostigma had vanished from Gaia.
The happy couple were two of the ‘new order’ of Turks, recruited since the restoration of Shinra as a company to take notice of, both of them having spent most of their working life so far behind a desk and at computers looking for any discrepancies in statistics and so on that might mean sabotage or threats to the smooth running of the business.
‘It’s not the same,’ complained Reno to his long-suffering partner. Rude nodded and minutely adjusted his dark glasses.
‘…I mean, sometimes, don’t ya wish for the old days? When we did dirty stuff an’ blew things up an’…’
‘…And didn’t know if we’d make it through the week, let alone the month, hmmm?’ replied Rude with a slightly raised eyebrow.
‘Yeah…well, I grant you that there were some drawbacks, but ya know…it was more fun than…than this sorta thing,’ he said with a scowl. ‘I mean…weddings? Next we’ll be having fucking baby showers…’
Rude raised the other eyebrow and grinned. ‘So you haven’t heard about Elena?’ he said mildly, relishing the look of horror on Reno’s face.
‘What?! You ain’t serious? She’s not…’
Rude nodded. ‘Indeed. Tseng’s put her on light duties.’
Reno sat, visibly shaken and grabbed at his drink, tossing it back in one gulp.
‘Well…makes me glad I’m not into women. At least I won’t have to face the prospect of marriage OR fatherhood. You wanna try it, Rude, ‘stead of chasing all those girls of yours…stick with men like me. Safer,’ the red-head mumbled with a scowl.
His old partner laughed. ‘No thank you, you’re not my taste even if I were into guys. Too scrawny and pretty.’
Reno poked out his tongue and grinned. He’d got over the shock of Elena being pregnant, after all, she was a woman, even if they often forgot the fact when seeing her at work. He raised his glass for Rude to refill. ‘Well here’s to Elena and her kid. It’ll learn pretty damn fast to behave with her as it’s mom!’
Rude clinked his glass against Reno’s and chuckled at the thought. ‘Yeah…poor kid.’
After a few minutes quiet contemplation of the prospect of one of the four Aces being a parent, Rude glanced at his partner and wondered not for the first time about Reno’s private life. It was funny really, everyone assumed that he was the strong, silent type and Reno was the blagger, but nothing was further from the truth. Rude was more than happy to share his personal life with trusted friends, often had people round for meals, drinks, to watch a vid, but Reno?
Sure the redhead went out with the others, got drunk with them, fought with them and ended up in the emergency room with them often enough, but he never seemed to be with anyone in particular. Ah well, it took all sorts. Rude sipped his wedding champagne.
The rest of the affair was pretty much the same as weddings all over. The best man (a fellow Turk) gave an entertaining speech, the bride’s mother cried and the flower girl looked cute. The cake was cut, toasts were made and then it was time for the happy couple to leave for their honeymoon, three days at Costa del Sol, courtesy of Rufus Shinra.
‘Come on, let’s see them off,’ said Rude, standing and brushing cake crumbs from his lap. Reno grumbled slightly and tossed back the rest of his champagne, muttering about ‘fancy, flashy drinks’ and craving a whiskey.
The bride looked excited, the groom looked smug and all the women lined up ready to catch the bouquet. With a wild flourish and accompanied by the squeals of the guests, the bride tossed her flowers high into the air. For a brief moment it glistened in the sunshine, white lilies against a blue sky and then plummeted, straight towards Reno.
It was instinct that made him reach out and grab it. ‘What the f…?’ he said, staring at the flowers in his hand. ‘I thought we were being blasted by something. What am I supposed to do with this?’ he said frowning.
Rude didn’t know whether to laugh more at the disappointed glares from the women or at Reno’s obvious bewilderment. ‘Heh, looks like it’s you next,’ he chuckled.
‘What do you mean, ‘me next’? Next what?’
‘Oh come on, don’t you know what it means? The one who catches the bride’s flowers is the next to get hitched.’
‘What!?’ yelled Reno, almost dropping the bouquet in shock. ‘What sort of fucking idea is that?’
‘It’s a tradition,’ Rude shrugged, still giggling at Reno’s horrified confusion.
‘Hmmm.’ Reno sniffed the bouquet thoughtfully. ‘Quality stuff this. I’ll see you later, got something I need to do,’ he said with a strange glint in his eye.
Rude frowned and it was his turn to be shocked as the next moment Reno ambled away from the Wedding Breakfast, whistling ‘Here Comes the Bride’.
One month later…
The Midgar Post
It was a great surprise to this gossip columnist, and indeed to most of Midgar, that she received an invitation to what has become known as ‘the wedding of the millennium’, that of Rufus Shinra and Reno (and no, none of us yet know of the Turk’s surname, it remains a closely guarded secret) held in the executive suite at the new Shinra headquarters.
Rufus Shinra was dressed in his customary white although the fabrics were silk, satin and lace and Reno-now-Shinra was in his habitual black, but unlike the usual rather shabby and careless appearance we have all grown accustomed to seeing about the city, he cut a dash in black velvet and leather. Both carried white lilies.
The happy couple had chosen to break with the usual traditions of bridesmaids, page boys and Best Man, instead Rufus Shinra was attended by several Turks and Reno Shinra was accompanied by his erstwhile partner.
The gossip goes that his Turk proposed to Shinra having been given the idea from a wedding he attended recently where the bride… (See page 5)
