The Wedding - Bojan/Pique Slash - CHAPTER 6/13
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: PG13
Category: Rom-com
Characters: Bojan & Pique, as main characters, the rest of the Barça footballers (see tags).
Length: short story (Intro + 12 chaps)
Summary: using the plot from Sex and the City - the Movie, the fic is based on the issues that arise when the 2 soon to be wed realise they envision the ceremony rather differently and things get a little bit out of control.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique or his family, or any of the other footballers mentioned in my story, except for Bojan who is MINE, ALL MINE - ah, i wish. i don't own him either... This is just fiction, not the reality.
Authors Notes: this is pretty much an in joke
Monday June 1, 2009
The two were supposed to be at the shoot, in Park Guell at 9 o’clock to be able to start the photographing no later than 10 in order to catch the best light and they finally arrived not a second later.
They were greeted by Xavier Mirjonga, the Hola! magazine chief editor and his staff.
“Bojan, Gerard, these are Silvia, the stylist, Roger, the photographer and Dominique, the makeup artist.”
“Nice to meet you all.” They said.
Silvia then proceeded to show them the cabins and the various outfits they’d be wearing. After a review of the over 50 suits, they decided that the different groom and groom suits should be discarded, as they’d both feel more comfortable wearing the same thing.
“We’re gonna wear the same thing for the real event anyway, so might as well as make it as real as possible…shall we?” Gerard explained his choice.
Of course, the option of one wearing a Crimson tux while the other would be decked in a similar Navy one was thoroughly reviewed before being scraped.
“I am just not feeling it. We don’t want to be representing Barça in this magazine; it’s not a sports magazine. Sure, the idea is nice and thanks for offering the option, but I just feel it’s a bit too much!”
“We’re treble winners, I’m pretty sure the blaugrana flag has flown high these days and the colours have had their fair share of exposure, let’s not over do it.”
“Besides, this is a nationwide spread magazine, surely they’d roll their eyes in Madrid….”
A general laughter ensued.
Then, they tried on different colour tuxedos and frocks and combined the jackets with the pants and with the girdles. They had Versace, Gucci, Armani, Dior and Salvatore Ferragamo, and they looked delicious in all the outfits.
They posed together, shoulder-to-shoulder or apart, just holding hands or tightly embraced, standing or sitting, and even one standing and the other sitting, like the early 20th century wedding photos. Roger even requested a half kiss and finally, they were ready for the cover photo.
The Dior Homme groom and groom white frocks were chosen, with dark bright pink girdles and the two stood back to back and holding hands, smiling widely in semi profile, while Roger was snapping photo after photo.
Xavier acted as the reporter, asking them questions throughout the shoot, while a little silver recorder conserved their spoken thoughts for years to come.
“This little wedding popped out of nowhere, at least publicly. How did it all come to happen?”
“Well, it was a spur of the moment thing, really. We’ve not been together for very long, less than a year, actually, but I felt it was the right step. So I asked Bojan and he accepted.”
“He proposed so randomly, but it turned out quite romantic…” Bojan added.
“How do you feel about the actual knot tying moment?”
“Nervous.” They both answered, sharing a smile.
“Like everyone would be, but what’s your particular reason to be nervous about?”
“It’s a big day, it crowns a spectacular season and an amazing relation, I get butterflies in my stomach every time I think about it.” Was Bojan’s reply
“And you, Gerard?”
“All the preparations that aren’t really ready….” He coughed, realizing that was a stupid thing to say. “I mean, it’s a big day and we have to be at our best. It’s hard, since everything has to be perfect!” he corrected himself.
“What are you going to wear?”
“Jeans and white t-shirts, matching Converse.“
“That’s a good, simple choice.”
“I love this frock though, it’s amazing.” Bojan petted the lapels affectionately.
“Don’t you think the pink girdle is a bit too, erm, too much for the cover photo?”
“Nonsense. This young age you two are at is the last time you can still wear pink for the wedding without looking like Liberace!”*
They all laughed while Dominique applied some more powder on Bojan’s nose, to avoid the shine.
The shoot and the mini interview finished on a high and the two left in an excellent mood, all worries aside.
*i tried to paraphrase this quote from Sex and the City, the movie: "Forty is the last age a woman can be photographed in a wedding dress without the unintended Diane Arbus subtext." more here: www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/quotes
Rating: PG13
Category: Rom-com
Characters: Bojan & Pique, as main characters, the rest of the Barça footballers (see tags).
Length: short story (Intro + 12 chaps)
Summary: using the plot from Sex and the City - the Movie, the fic is based on the issues that arise when the 2 soon to be wed realise they envision the ceremony rather differently and things get a little bit out of control.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique or his family, or any of the other footballers mentioned in my story, except for Bojan who is MINE, ALL MINE - ah, i wish. i don't own him either... This is just fiction, not the reality.
Authors Notes: this is pretty much an in joke
Monday June 1, 2009
The two were supposed to be at the shoot, in Park Guell at 9 o’clock to be able to start the photographing no later than 10 in order to catch the best light and they finally arrived not a second later.
They were greeted by Xavier Mirjonga, the Hola! magazine chief editor and his staff.
“Bojan, Gerard, these are Silvia, the stylist, Roger, the photographer and Dominique, the makeup artist.”
“Nice to meet you all.” They said.
Silvia then proceeded to show them the cabins and the various outfits they’d be wearing. After a review of the over 50 suits, they decided that the different groom and groom suits should be discarded, as they’d both feel more comfortable wearing the same thing.
“We’re gonna wear the same thing for the real event anyway, so might as well as make it as real as possible…shall we?” Gerard explained his choice.
Of course, the option of one wearing a Crimson tux while the other would be decked in a similar Navy one was thoroughly reviewed before being scraped.
“I am just not feeling it. We don’t want to be representing Barça in this magazine; it’s not a sports magazine. Sure, the idea is nice and thanks for offering the option, but I just feel it’s a bit too much!”
“We’re treble winners, I’m pretty sure the blaugrana flag has flown high these days and the colours have had their fair share of exposure, let’s not over do it.”
“Besides, this is a nationwide spread magazine, surely they’d roll their eyes in Madrid….”
A general laughter ensued.
Then, they tried on different colour tuxedos and frocks and combined the jackets with the pants and with the girdles. They had Versace, Gucci, Armani, Dior and Salvatore Ferragamo, and they looked delicious in all the outfits.
They posed together, shoulder-to-shoulder or apart, just holding hands or tightly embraced, standing or sitting, and even one standing and the other sitting, like the early 20th century wedding photos. Roger even requested a half kiss and finally, they were ready for the cover photo.
The Dior Homme groom and groom white frocks were chosen, with dark bright pink girdles and the two stood back to back and holding hands, smiling widely in semi profile, while Roger was snapping photo after photo.
Xavier acted as the reporter, asking them questions throughout the shoot, while a little silver recorder conserved their spoken thoughts for years to come.
“This little wedding popped out of nowhere, at least publicly. How did it all come to happen?”
“Well, it was a spur of the moment thing, really. We’ve not been together for very long, less than a year, actually, but I felt it was the right step. So I asked Bojan and he accepted.”
“He proposed so randomly, but it turned out quite romantic…” Bojan added.
“How do you feel about the actual knot tying moment?”
“Nervous.” They both answered, sharing a smile.
“Like everyone would be, but what’s your particular reason to be nervous about?”
“It’s a big day, it crowns a spectacular season and an amazing relation, I get butterflies in my stomach every time I think about it.” Was Bojan’s reply
“And you, Gerard?”
“All the preparations that aren’t really ready….” He coughed, realizing that was a stupid thing to say. “I mean, it’s a big day and we have to be at our best. It’s hard, since everything has to be perfect!” he corrected himself.
“What are you going to wear?”
“Jeans and white t-shirts, matching Converse.“
“That’s a good, simple choice.”
“I love this frock though, it’s amazing.” Bojan petted the lapels affectionately.
“Don’t you think the pink girdle is a bit too, erm, too much for the cover photo?”
“Nonsense. This young age you two are at is the last time you can still wear pink for the wedding without looking like Liberace!”*
They all laughed while Dominique applied some more powder on Bojan’s nose, to avoid the shine.
The shoot and the mini interview finished on a high and the two left in an excellent mood, all worries aside.
*i tried to paraphrase this quote from Sex and the City, the movie: "Forty is the last age a woman can be photographed in a wedding dress without the unintended Diane Arbus subtext." more here: www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/quotes