Can you make a fic about FuriLumi marriage Au?
It's their wedding day. Furina as bridegroom and Lumine as a bride.
Neuvillette as the priest 🤣🤣 maybe
oh my GODDD your vision...I'm quaking in my boots...
Anyways thanks for your patience!! This kinda took me some time lmao, but I hope you like it!! :DD
Furina finds out that she's not one to care about tradition, actually.
Not to say that she loathes it. There's something comforting about traditional rites, about a mark for memories and celebration. But in all honesty, Furina can't care less about the specific tradition for her wedding day. She's willing to tie the knot under any name, under any way just to show that I choose her. Not because of any unseen fate pulling their puppet strings, but only because Furina chooses Lumine, and Lumine chooses her, and she can't be any happier than this.
She won't ever say that out loud. But it is a nice thought.
In the meantime, Furina smooths a hand over her front and takes one last glance in the mirror.
She made sure to clean up nicely, going for a 3-piece suit for this occasion. Maybe choosing the exact shade of blue for her vest that complements her eyes is too tacky. Even her suit jacket's lapels are a similar color to the darker of her two eyes. But then again, that's just a careful fashion choice, isn't it? Still, maybe the blue tie matching her vest this time just blends in too much, or maybe it's just plain overkill. Then again, shouldn't she be dressing for the best?
Just as she's supposed to walk away, Furina frowns and runs her fingers through her hair. If she's really dressing for the best, shouldn't she make the effort to tame that one stubborn strand of her hair? Once she decides, she reaches for a comb and--
A knock on her door makes her jump.
"Miss Furina?" Clorinde's muffled voice comes through the door. "Are you alright? You're going to be late."
What does she mean? She glances at the clock, remembering that it's still an hour until the--actually, scratch that, there's only 15 minutes left now. 15 minutes! How did time go by so fast? She crosses the room in quick strides before pulling the door open.
Clorinde seems to finally pried her uniform off her skin for once, opting for a flowy, solid purple dress that ends slightly below her knees. Simple, but still practical in terms of movement. Of course. "Well?" She quirks and eyebrow. "Are you worrying about your outfit again?"
She gulps. "W-well, it's only natural for me to want to dress for the--"
"Miss Furina, you and Navia have planned for that outfit from weeks before," she informs dryly. "This was after extensive discussion as well. You look just fine, I'm sure. Now, come."
Clorinde probably doesn't understand, then. She doesn't need to look "just fine" today. Still, Furina's also running out of time, and while there is a thing called being fashionably late, she's sure neither Lumine nor Neuvillette would appreciate it.
Once they're both down the hall, Furina hesitates when they pass by the door to the room where Lumine's getting ready too. The people in there aren't exactly being quiet though, with several rounds of laughter and squealing. She's tempted to knock and see what's up (and possibly get a glimpse at her fiancée) but decides against it. Clorinde's already rushing her along, and...well. Furina admits she'd like to take that first peek down the aisle.
She's sure that the view will be spectacular.
Now, Furina is lounging at the entrance to the aisle and fiddling with her tie when her Salon Solitaire shows up. She beams at them. "Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin!" She kneels down to look at them properly. "How are the rings, Surintendante?"
She salutes by blowing a few bubbles.
Furina giggles. "Good. I trust them in your care. What about the guests, Gentilhomme?"
He replies by bobbing side to side.
"All seated and accounted for, then. I assume Mademoiselle Crabaletta is in her station as well? Okay." She slowly takes a deep breath in, then out. "Alright. Thank you so much, all of you. We'll have the best tea party soon, okay?"
Both of them show their enthusiasm--Chevalmarin by blowing more bubbles and Usher by bobbing up and down--when the guests' murmuring quiets down as soft music starts to play.
Furina straightens up and smooths out the invisible creases on her suit. "Showtime," she whispers, and her Salon Solitaire dutifully go off to their places. She fiddles with her tie one last time before going out to the aisle.
The whole crowd's attention turns to her.
It takes all of her hundreds of years of experience in acting to not trip over her feet while she stoically walks to the altar where Neuvillette is waiting on the altar. The number of guests are small--a deliberate choice for both her and Lumine's sake--and over half of them are Melusines anyways (Neuvillette's choice, and no one wanted to argue against it). Still, she can't help how her heart hammers in her chest.
Maybe she's more nervous now that she has no script to swear to. She no longer has to act. And with that thought comes with a new feeling, somehow going hand-in-hand with her nervousness--excitement.
When she steps on the altar, Neuvillette leans over slightly to her and murmurs, "You look nervous, Miss Furina."
She lets out a soft laugh under her breath. "Am I that obvious now?"
"Don't worry," he continues more quickly now that the best man--Crabaletta, that is--is walking out. "you're doing very well."
She nods stiffly and turns her attention back to the aisle.
After the best man, groomsmen and bridesmaids are the flower girls, who soon take their seats on their spot as the clapping quiets down. But it immediately ratchets up again when the ring bearer, Surintendate Chevalmarin, gently floats down the aisle. Furina can't help smiling in pride. When Chevalmarin takes her spot too though, Furina squares her shoulders in preparation for what comes next.
She doesn't fight how her hand reaches up to fiddle with her tie one last time. Is her suit wrinkled in some places? Is her hair tangled? Or maybe her make-up was underdone. Or overdone. Maybe her shoes are scuffed. Oh Archons wept, what is Lumine even wearing? Celestia above, if she--
Her thoughts shut up when Lumine walks down the aisle.
Even the roar of the guests' clapping feels faraway as Furina's gaze zeroes onto her. Lumine's holding a bouquet of Romaritime flowers, rainbow roses, and a few lakelight lilies. Those two flowers are still pinned on her hair, but this time accompanied with a few smaller white flowers. Her presence fills the room and shushes the guests in awe in a way that Furina's never seen for any actor in the Opera Epiclese.
She focuses on the smaller, less important details first because--god. Which one does she start raving about? The golden dress that reaches down to her ankles leaving the best spot to pepper kisses (a.k.a her shoulders and toned arms) bare? The way the simple but artfully applied make-up accentuates those eyes that she's spent hours looking at? The way her dress, how the light practically flows around her as she walks down the aisle? The--
Furina's face heats up and she snaps her jaw shut (when did it hang open anyways?). She whips her head to the Maid of Honor standing on one side and mouths, Oh my god.
Of course Navia has to cackle quietly at Furina's face doing a cosplay of a fire hydrant, but she does give an encouraging thumbs up at least.
When Lumine finally steps on the altar, Furina finally cracks and covers her burning face with a hand while bowing her head slightly, which prompts a few whoops and laughs from the guests. Then there's a soft chuckle and a warm hand that rests on her elbow, which finally makes Furina look up.
"Hi," Lumine says warmly, shyly.
Neuvillette clears his throat, making the guests go quiet, and they both reluctantly pull away. "On behalf of Miss Furina and Miss Lumine," he says. "I think would like to thank you all for attending today. For today is a very special day--the day when they shall be united in matrimony."
It still sounds so difficult to believe, but the way Lumine clasps their hands together while they both stand on the altar and face the guests' applause feels so real that Furina, admittedly, can't help but practically vibrate with glee.
While they're listening to some readings, that's when Lumine leans closer and whispers, "What's with your look earlier anyways?"
Furina also leans closer to hear her and totally not because then her head would rest on Lumine's shoulder in that position and goes, "What?"
"Like, while I was walking down the aisle," she says. "What's with that?"
She hums and the current speaker's voice slowly fades out to white noise while she's tethered in this exact moment right now. It's warm and comfy and real. It's home. "I don't know," she says before she gets too caught up in her thoughts. "You just look so..."
Then she pauses there, considering her words carefully. Hot and kissable are definitely contenders, considering how she was borderline going to set the record of being the first to combust at the sight of her woman. Ethereal and breathtaking are there too, since she had to make sure she wasn't dreaming or at the afterlife. She's not sure what to say, in the end. How can any one word describe how utterly head over heels she is for her?
"...beautiful," she settles on. Basic, factual, but Furina hopes her point gets across anyways. "You look beautiful, Lumine."
There's a noise that catches on her throat, like Lumine was surprised to hear that, before she lets out a chuckle tinged with nervousness. "Well, thank you," she says. "I had to make sure I wasn't going to trip on my dress or anything. You're so handsome, it's kinda distracting, y'know?"
She pauses. There are certain things in Furina's life that feels like a need, and that includes generally not being an insult to anyone who has eyes. So when someone compliments her for her looks--usually pretty or beautiful or the ocassional 'awe-inspiring beauty'--it comes more off as an acknowledgement of her bare minimum or just empty flattery. But then Lumine says that while looking at her like that and...
Yeah. Maybe sometimes Furina feels handsome.
They both jump when Neuvillette clears his throat behind them, and Furina realizes with a start that the readings are already done. "May I address the bride and groom?" he asks, and they dutifully comply by facing him again.
Neuvillette makes eye contact with them both.
"Today, you both stand before me to be united in matrimony, but I say none but you can create your union," he says. "It is your words, your actions, and your intentions that will define the course of your relationship. So, I call upon you now to state your pledges to one another, not to bind, but to guide you through the crests and valleys of your relationship."
Then he slightly steps back, nodding slightly to them.
Oh, she thinks. It's the vows already. She's noticed that her perception of time is getting wonkier these days. Then, she tenses. Not because she's regretting this decision, but it's more similar to that prick of fear before she's going to recite her lines on stage. Besides, did she even memorize her vows right? Or what if she stumbles over her words--or her feet--while she says them? But most importantly,
Thankfully, Lumine answers this question for her when she rubs the back of her neck and softly says, "It's starting now, right? Can I go first?"
Furina nods because there's nothing else she can say.
"Right," she mutters before taking out a piece of paper (apparently, the dress has pockets). "Dear Furina," she starts before letting out a nervous chuckle. "I promise to stick with you through everything. Even in sickness or in health, even in poorness or in wealth, and even when you accidentally steal my sweets sometimes."
That pulls a polite laugh from the guests. Furina affectionately rolls her eyes, but doesn't fight the smile on her face.
"I promise this to you," she continues. "my best friend, my confidant, and my travel buddy. I'm so glad we're getting married now, and I'm glad I get to spend thousands more of afternoons napping with you in the future." Then she meets Furina's eyes, smiling. "For the rest of our lives, I love you."
Of course Lumine of all people would say something so simply and stupidly affectionate. Furina giggles while she wipes the corners of her eyes.
Neuvillette coughs into his fist. "Miss Furina?"
She nods. "Lumine," she starts. "you know me better than anyone else in the world right now, and yet you still love me. I used to think about how lucky I am that you didn't run for the hills yet, but now, I just...feel glad." She lets out a nervous giggle. "We chose each other all those years ago, remember? But now, I want to choose to be by your side as long as you'll have me." She pauses to take a breath. "Love is...they say it lasts forever, and I'm glad I get to spend it with you."
Lumine lets out a watery chuckle. But also, maybe...Furina lied a bit about the 'feeling lucky' part. She really is lucky right now, to be loved by Lumine just as as Furina loves her.
Chevalmarin comes up and hands them the rings, in which they take turns to slip the ring on each other's finger. Furina really couldn't care less about what the ring looks like...okay maybe she does a little bit considering how much thought they both put into it, but the sentiment remains the same.
Neuvillette nods once the ring exchange is done. "With the power bestowed upon me by the State of Fontaine, I now pronounce you as wife and wife," he says. "You may now kiss the--"
And Lumine cups her cheek before leaning forward and pressing their lips together, and really all Furina can think while her brain melts at her wife's warmth is, I did it. She married her lover, and is practically living her best life at this point.
Needless to say, it's one of the best days of Furina's life.
Here's the fic on Ao3 if you wanna see it there as well! :D
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