Tifa's father wasn't as horrified as she'd expected him to be.
Warnings: OT4! And wildly AU.
Notes: Dammit, when no one else is gonna write you OT2/3/4 you've just gotta do it yourself! And hope the nice readers can point you towards something you've missed. Also, Kadaj doesn't want me to write him for some reason.
The Good News
Her father wasn't as horrified as Tifa had expected him to be.
"Stop that," Yazoo snapped as gently as his fraying patience would allow him to. He always was careful to modulate his voice when talking to Loz, mindful of how easy it would be to hurt his feelings with a too harsh word. "You're getting it tangled."
Loz froze, wide eyes turning to his brother and fingers hopelessly tangled in the white tie. He was thrumming with nervous energy and looked close to either breaking down in tears or breaking down something solid. "I can't! It won't work."
"Here," Kadaj stepped up and deftly untangled Loz's fingers from the cloth. Quickly re-tying it he grinned and stepped back, smoothing down a few wrinkles on his own white suit. Bright green eyes turned to Tifa as he asked, "Aren't we ready yet?"
Tifa sighed and shook her head, ignoring the impatient scowl Kadaj directed at her. "I told you it would've been better to go with my original plan."
"But this is more exciting!" Kadaj was quick to protest.
Loz nodded firmly, eyes narrowing as he scowled, "We're not running away anymore."
"I know," Tifa couldn't help smiling as she smoothed out an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt. The cloth of her mother's dress was smooth and fairly glowed in the room. "It means that it's going to take just a bit longer though."
Kadaj sighed and Loz deflated a little. They were both too impatient for their own good sometimes. Tifa looked over at the clock and made some allowances. They had been waiting for thirty minutes already, and even she was starting to get tired of it.
Yazoo knelt next to her getting dust on his trousers, "Isn't there something we can do?"
"Perhaps," Tifa reluctantly allowed their combined impatience move her from her earlier decision. "But," she added as both Loz and Kadaj took an eager step forward, "you're not going to hit him."
Kadaj pouted and looked down at the unconscious man, "How else are we going to get him up though?"
"We can throw him in the well," Loz offered.
"Smelling salts," Yazoo intercepted Kadaj's move to grab the man's feet. "We can get some from the store. Come on Loz."
The brothers left Tifa with her unconscious father. She looked at the clock again and regretted once again that she hadn't been able to convince them that elopement was better. They were bound to be late for the ceremony now, and they still had to convince he father to walk Tifa down the aisle. Which would be hard to do if he decided to take another swing at Loz.
Her father hadn't taken the news that his baby daughter was marrying three men as badly as she'd first thought he would. He'd taken it much, much worse.