#breddy fanfic

[kawaiiskeletondragonbanana]

I’ve been looking for this fic and I just can’t find it I don’t know why 😭

It’s TSV with a Brett/Eddy pairing and is set in an alternate universe where music is banned because musicians can wield magic. It’s usually elemental magic - it’s later discovered that Brett has fire and Eddy has water, but the story starts with Brett not even being a musician. He had played the clarinet for a few weeks when he was a kid and that’s it, but recently he was brought to prison where a group of people sang themselves free. They are brought to an underground (literally) place where musicians hide until they overthrow the government. Hilary Hahn rides a dragon. It’s amazing but I really can’t find it… if anyone knows what it is please tell me?

[brettyandeddy]

🧁 I couldn't let go of the bakery AU before giving you all of the behind-the-scenes treats and some bonus content. 🧁

Thank you for loving this friendly neighbourhood establishment! This AU has brought me endless joy for six months straight. ❤️

[twosetmeridian]

okay. . . just waiting to see if twt finally bites the dust, and then i'll be transporting my twoset stuff (read: bottles full of disembodied screams, color-coded binders full of writing snippets and breddy fanfics, 1928384756 blurry screenshots) to my blog here!

[ptp-tnt]

Yep, it’s me. PTP!

Minor

He/Him

Piano | Bel canto | Ukulele (beginner) gang

Mr. Perfect Pitch

English | Chinese (simplified and traditional) | Spanish (beginner) | French (beginner)

Mathematics and Chemistry enthusiasts

Animation / ACG game lover (FGO, Arknights…)

Twosetter / Lingling wannabe

A simp of Brett and Eddy

Breddy shipper

Write some breddy fanfics on AO3

[jecrite]

so I just watched the ‘Inside the Mind of Hilary Hahn’ video and noticed something in that fire alarm story, so I wrote a little breddy excerpt about it - enjoy!

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[starts from 35:54 in the vid btw]

If anyone was gonna watch that video, you could tell that Brett was nervous. I mean, meeting your violin idol, sitting next to her in front of Thai food, talking about anything and everything? What could go wrong?

Well, he could stop stuttering.

“I-I don’t know, I like to dabble in things,” he trails off, picking at his food. “But I need to...”

He sees Eddy in the corner of his eye, who was leaning back in his chair, his thoughts unreadable.

Eddy.

The scrawny kid with the mullet who sat to his right in maths tutoring. The vulnerable musician who he pushed around in a wheelchair when they were at the con. The messy, chaotic whirlwind who lives with him, who he chose over a soloist career.

The only thing who stayed constant in his many pursuits of something different.

For the first time that night, Brett lets the words come out of his mouth, pointed and assured.

“I feel like I need to be obsessed with it.”

He finally says, his eyes fixed on Eddy. Eddy’s face remains calm, pensive.

Has he said too much?

“Creating something, or... something.” Brett trails off to a halt, relying on Eddy to finish his sentence for him. Like he always does.

But he knew exactly how he wanted to finish it.

...or just being with him.

It feels weird to almost confess in front of Hilary (and, possibly, hundreds of thousands of people on the internet) that he’s obsessed with Eddy, but it also felt right in a way.

There’s really no other way to explain it.

He did not remember a day when he did not think of Eddy, what Eddy was wearing, how Eddy’s feeling, if Eddy’s eaten, if Eddy’s safe—

—if Eddy‘s just as obsessed with Brett as he is with him.

He should probably brush it off and stay present. It’s not like they’d notice.

Little did he know that Hilary was following his line of sight as he said it.

And he certainly did not expect when she smiled and asked,

“Are you obsessed with this?”

The urgency of the question snapped Brett out of his reverie, his eyes suddenly growing wide. The nonchalant tone in her voice sent a jolt through his body, causing him to flail his right arm between him and Eddy. “This?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

“Yeah.”

You know what, fuck it.

“Ye-ah,” his voice rises, almost defensively. Eddy erupts with laughter, light and breathy and perfect. Hilary joins in shortly after, pleased with herself.

“Of course!”

In a quick glance Brett turned to his right, seeing Eddy’s head pulled back in laughter with a huge grin plastered across his face.

Brett has yet to grow tired of that face.

He was obsessed with Eddy, and he always has been.

“That was a long pause,” Eddy chides, obviously amused.

Brett’s smiling now, Eddy’s voice putting him at ease. At this point, anything goes.

“Yeah, I was like, was that a trick question? Like, hmm,” he laughs, pressing his fingers to his chin. He steals another look at Eddy. His Eddy.

“Yeah of course, I love it.”

Oh, but Hilary Hahn knew better.

“Because you create a lot with...” she trails off expectantly, wanting him to fill in the blanks.

It was never about it, isn’t it? It’s always been about him.

Brett nods, almost too enthusiastically, filling the silence with anything but Eddy’s name.

“It’s fun.”

That’s when Hilary asked about working, where the moment passes, and he’s safe.

For now, at least.

*

“We should probably start cleaning up. We only have fifteen minutes left in here,” Hilary huffs, leaving her seat as she picked up the plastic cutlery from the food containers.

“Yeah...” Eddy trails off, before he quickly stands in surprise. “Wait!”

Hilary froze, a stack of paper plates in hand, and Brett almost jumped from his seat. “Dude, What is it?”

“Practice review! We were meant to show them a clip of Hilary practicing!”

Shit.

“Oh, right,” Brett looks up at Hilary. “Maybe we can film it outside?” He offers apologetically.

Eddy clucks his tongue. “With those a Capella people? No way—“

Brett thought aloud. “Maybe if we clean up in like 5 minutes, we could film it quickly—“

“Or maybe just film it in the corridor—“ Hilary offers.

“Or, I could go to security and ask for 20 more minutes!” Eddy says, snapping his fingers. He looks over to see Brett and Hilary’s raised eyebrows, shrugging them off as he made a break towards the door.

“You two clean up, I’ll run to reception!” He shouts behind him, running at full speed.

Brett can only smile fondly as he left. What else was he gonna do?

His eyes meet Hilary’s and they can’t help but laugh at the younger man.

“He really is a whirlwind, isn’t he?” Hilary asks in a hearty chuckle.

“Yeah, he really is,” Brett grins as he placed the food containers back in the plastic bags.

Hilary hums.

“Is that what got you falling for him?”

He didn’t even have to say it.

The sound of the fallen plastic bags answered the question for him. The containers followed suit, bouncing off of the bags and onto the floor.

*

What a mess.

Hilary chuckles. “Sorry, too far?”

“No, no,” Brett chuckles nervously, hurriedly kneeling down to retrieve the plastic containers and putting them back in the bags. “Not at all, it’s just,”

Unexpected.

“Is it that obvious?”

An amused sigh. “Well, to a trained eye, maybe,” Brett swears she was smirking as she said this. “It’s the age old equation: you love him, he loves you, nothing else matters, might as well put the rings on now.”

She says it as if it was nothing, which prompted him to turn to the violin prodigy, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What gave it away?”

“Well,” Hilary starts, putting the plates in another plastic bag. “Maybe it’s because of the way he looks at you, or, the way your face just lights up when literally anything comes out of his mouth,”

Brett was standing now, having returned the containers in the bag.

“Or maybe that part when you said ‘our bed’ in that fire alarm story.” [which is from 14:12 in the video btw, you’re welcome]

The plastic bags almost escape his grasp again, but he caught it just in time.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out, horrified.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—

Hilary’s laughing now, high-pitched and bright. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” she says as he she pats his shoulder. “I’m sure no one will notice.”

He can already feel his face getting hot.

“But... but... but you did!” He exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at her.

Hilary’s laugh grew louder. “I did say I was trained, didn’t I?”

Suddenly Brett took an interest in the empty milk tea cups, only to look up again when the laughter stopped, and his eyes were met by expectant ones.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

Hilary rolled her eyes and raised her eyebrows. “Do you really want me to say it again? We can’t have you picking containers up all night.”

Brett sighs, defeated. Eddy wasn’t here, why not just say it aloud now? While he can?

“Yes, Eddy’s a whirlwind,” he says, setting the plastic bags down on the table before making a start at tidying up the chairs. “But it wasn’t that that got me there.”

Hilary hummed again, urging him to continue.

“Eddy always tells me how brave I am, and how he wishes he was as brave as I was,

But I don’t think moving from place to place isn’t bravery. It’s cowardice.

Yeah, I like to dabble in things, sure, but that’s only because I’m so scared of staying in the same place. Being stagnant and... complacent.

I always wanted to do everything I wanted to do back then, moving to Sydney and all that, and I wanted that part of my life to be over and done with as quickly as I could.

Because, at the end of the day, I wanted to close that chapter and just... come back to him as soon as I can.

I realised that a couple of years into working with SSO, and once I did I knew what I had to do.”

“Come back to him,” Hilary echoes, smiling fondly at Brett.

“Exactly,” he resigns. He walked toward one of the chairs to grab his sweater before putting it on. “I never told Eddy this, but, when I saw him playing with Queensland I knew I didn’t want to go anywhere else. If I was going to travel the world like I’ve always dreamed of, I want him right there next to me.”

“And he still is,” Hilary nods.

“Yeah,” Brett’s head pops out of the sweater, grinning at his senior. “I guess that makes me the luckiest bastard in the universe.”

“What this about being a lucky bastard?” Eddy’s voice echoes the room, making Brett and Hilary jump, again. “Talked to the security guy in reception, he says he can only give us 15. I guess that’s enough for a little segment?”

Brett and Hilary looked at each other, eyes wide.

“Sounds good! I’ll grab my violin.”

Thank God for Hilary Hahn.

“Great! Lemme turn the camera on again,” Brett says, finally regaining his voice. He starts to walk towards the tripod until Eddy stops him, peering at the green light that blinked from behind it.

“What do you mean? We never turned it off,” Eddy says as he lifted the tripod and set it to Hilary’s direction. “Go, stand next to Hilary and we’ll just have editor-san cut the extra bits!”

[this bit is from 1:22:21 in the video btw!!]

Hilary, with her violin already resting on her shoulder, let out a breathy, nervous laugh as Eddy positioned the camera and ran towards them. Brett can’t even look at her in the eyes.

Nevertheless, he laughs alongside her, clasping his hands together.

“Practice review!”

“Practice, c’mon!”

Brett exhales deeply.

Oh my god, editor-san’s gonna have to cut that whole bit out.

“Okay!”

Shit.

[letsgochopin]

has a fanfic!1!!1 this is my perception of Eddy discovering Brett's illness.

A horrifying thud came from the hall. Eddy lifted his head off the pillow, removing his earbuds and listening intently. "Brett, was that you?" Eddy called out. No response. "Brett?" Silence. Eddy scooted to the end of his bed, stuffing his phone into his pocket. Brett was probably asleep and didn't hear him—but what had caused that noise? Eddy could've been hallucinating, or it could've been from the neighbors. Still, if something had happened. . . It wouldn't hurt to check, right? Eddy stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Nothing seemed off. He stepped out of his room and looked around. Everything seemed perfectly fine. Eddy turned to walk back inside. "I—ah. . . Ed. . . dy. . ." a small voice croaked. Eddy turned back around and rushed to the end of the hall. Brett was lying motionless on the floor. Eddy dropped to his knees and supported Brett's head carefully over his lap, feeling his forehead. "Hey, what happened? Brett, come on, are you alright?" he faltered, gently slapping Brett's cheek. "I. . . I c—can't. . . " Brett gasped. "You—you can't what? You okay?" Eddy asked desperately. Not too long ago Brett had seemed a bit. . . off, like he was dehydrated. They both ignored it, though, but then after they filmed that one video Brett was feeling very far from well. Eddy shouldn't have ignored it. Brett was getting paler by the second. Eddy hoisted him up and onto his lap and pulled out his phone with shaky hands. "Stay with me, Brett, I'm gonna call 911. Hold on," Eddy begged, pulling Brett's head to his chest.

[oddlyplanc]

Y do I get the feelin that none of my ships are destined to become canon. I hate it.

[artvtears]

Hijo... ¿Qué es Breddie? (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/TPE7SdhXeH Donde Freddie se reencuentra con su mejor amigo Bear. #514 en Fanfic 29/09/2017 💜 #316 en Fanfic 30/09/2017 💚 #188 en Fanfic 01/10/2017 💙 #102 en Fanfic 02/10/2017 💛 #81 en Fanfic 03/10/2017 ❤ #53 en Fanfic 04/10/2017 💖 #44 en Fanfic 05/10/2017 💘 #33 en Fanfic 06/10/2017 💝 …

[anitacanela28]

" Del otro lado una casa similar en tamaño y diseño, estaba pintada de color celeste con blanco y arriba sostenía una lona con las iníciales de Delta Control. - de PA vs DC - CD9 (Gay) | Daniel Bose & Crazy Monster (en Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/UiB0GoWo9F

[tchaiklatte]

hey again!

ohmygod! "having too much fun on the set" sounds like the start of every fanfic ever written. but if this IS one of those secretive photos from the photoshoot, and if there could be more, then I can only imagine what they have been up to- oh god my mind's running a riot!

again..thankkksss so much replying! <3

if you're free sometime, I can ping you and we can chat about the possible scenarios that led to such *ahem* photos ;)

thanks again, have a nice day! UwU

hehe i did write a fic when the photo came out 😂 the brainrot is real alksfdhj (here if anyone wants to have a read, maybe 😊)

i'd love to chat!! i'm hardly ever on tumblr unfortunately 😢 so it might take me a while to get to messages, but i'm always up for breddy talk 😘 (or, maybe you have a twitter? i'm mostly there all the time!)

sorry it took me so long to answer!! hope you're having a wonderful weekend!!

[thisisntlingling]

Eddy : *slaps Brett's butt*

Breddy fanfic writers : Write that down, write that down!

[irisvseyelash]

[Part 1] Aww good luck for your revisions and exam, Iris! Wish you have successful exams and getting all good&satisfying grades. Amiin.. 🙏💕💖 About sideblog, I'll encourage you to make that! You could post some of your drawings along with hcs or snippets of your fic/draft, as a way to vent or practicing your skills. You have my support! 😤👍✨ Yeah same, I also feel too insecure to make a fic when I had no writing skill. Making random hc is my specialty, not writing fic *hands up in surrender*.

[Part 2] Btw, have you seen Garou's promo art for chinese edition of Road to Hero game? It has Garou in Highschool uniform! 😳💖 Last week I wrote Batarou HS AU and today there's this Highschooler Garou promo art, what a coincidence! Now I imagine Badd has Garou as his senior in my HS AU with an appearance like this: twitter(.)com(/)dailygarou(/)status(/)1297020663530696704 👀✨ No wonder Badd will fallen in love with him, he'd be swooning (internally, ofc), aww.. 😍😩💗💘

[Part 3] Consider: Badd secretly had a huge crush for his senior prior the tutoring event begin, he's attracted by Garou's style and handsomeness (also his reputation as both troublemaker and school prodigy, whoaa, Badd's truly respected him!) but quickly pissed off by his bastard personality once Garou opened his mouth, lmaoo! But soon enough, once they both warmed on eachother, Badd could see Garou's soft side and kindness. Plus his family already welcomed Garou, even adored him.. 😚

[Part 4] Speaking of Batarou HS AU, it's still WIP for I still working on the main event. Already writing the bonus part of it, instead, lol what is this randomness I can't anymore with myself 😜😅😂 Anyways, I'm preparing something for the fandom on the next month, and it's including you, too! It's nothing big and idk if it's good, but I hope it will keep you all entertained 😚💕 Just wish me luck to not become a procrastinator and piling my planned WIPs in discontinued works again 😞😔😅

Ameen.. Thanks again Dyan 😭💓💓💓💓 Oh yeah! Happy Belated Awal Muharram to you! I totally forgot about that astaghfirullah😂😂

👀👀👀 should I? I think I'll link it up in the reblog of this post, that blog. Tbh, lately it's been feeling like I have lesser and lesser time for writing fics or shots and more and more AUs and HCs keep popping up, like one of my recent HCs of Tareo being Orochi's son :/

But heck *waves white handkerchief* I don't do AUs and HCs as well as you either.

Oh my god About Garou's promo pic forgive me lord for I have sinned 💦💦💦 He has no right to even wear his uniform like that. pFT IMAGINE IIDA TENYA NYOOMING TOWARDS HIM FROM THE SCHOOL GATE—

*cough* anyway, Yes I've seen the promo pic and holy heck I would be lying if I said I didn't squeak when Ruby first showed it to the discord server 😂😂😂 It was... Interesting, I guess. Okayyyyy Iris stop exposing yourself 😂

Okay but tell me that Garou wouldn't make any straight guy to not fall for him, platonically or romantically. I mean heck the school probably loves him but he's just such a dick that the faculty and the student body just dislikes him.

Awwwwwww my goodness imagine Badd bumping into him on the first day of school and just— *rereads part 3* HOLd on this is kinda similar to the plot of a Breddy fanfic I read on Wattpad 'You had me at Watch It' or something. Okay anyway but Garou just opening his mouth as a bad first impression would be canon fight me 😂😂😂 if it wasn't for his intimidating, rbf expression, it would be the way he talks or the way he acts

And BABY SOFTGAROU YES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA where else can you get a cunning and bright troublemaker like him to only add on to your already effed up family who all probably have the same taste in others but only have the goddamn troublemaker be a babey and a cloud aafnfnfhdn

Oh yeah, your HS AU! Can I has a teeny weeny snippet before you totally post it??? Pleaaaase *insert doggo eyes* and oH RANDOMNESS MY FAVOURITE 😂😂😂 (ignore the begging, I was listening to Vivaldi's 4 seasons and was being dramatic)

Gassssp you're including me??!?!? I hope it doesn't have a deadline, cause my studies and exams schedules will never be tolerable at any rate in time ( TДT)

Let's all just pray that procrastination doesn't catch up to us and whack us in the head ≥﹏≤

[ironclawallosaur]

Due to my dad and his Disney+ account, I find myself watching a lot of capeshit recently. Impressions include that “Thor” is exactly as bad as I remember if not worse, and Captain America is still, shockingly, breddy gud.

But I found myself interested in something Crimson Skull and Bucky Barnes said: namely, if Captain America had the same condition Mr. Skull had (just after he peeled off his face and threw it away). Obviously, he doesn’t; but what sort of story would it be if he did? if Captain America could peel off his face but always chose not to? Or what if he did?

Like, there’s a lot of “pretty = good”, and I get some part of that symbolically / cinematographorically (it’s more “good = pretty” IRL), but at the same time, there’s a major cultural impetus on “don’t be vain”. I’m not actually judging on the movie’s presentation, they made a good case of Crimson Skull’s Ugly being from trying something fucked up and being fucked up spiritually himself. It’s just... how often do we hear a story where someone has to choose, say, between strength and beauty, and not somehow get both?

So I’m not saying MARVEL’S CAPTAIN AMERICA (2011) would be a better film if Captain America was Hella Ugly TM (if nothing else, who wants to be face to face with someone genuinely ugly for 2 hours?), but I’d love to read a fanfic where Steve Rogers was awkwardly wearing a skinmask the whole time to not freak people out, or where the climactic scene involved him sacrificing his pretty face for a little extra boost.

...and maybe don’t be surprised if I generate a story with something of the sort at some point.

[jecrite]

on lined paper, in black ink

It’s simple: Brett and Eddy’s mom made a deal, and now he’s learning to read Mandarin.

What could go wrong?

[It’s a bit OOC not gonna lie, but it’s sweet and fluffy and I hope y’all enjoy reading it!]

***

They talked about it before. It was a simple request, really.

“You love my son?”

“More than anyone and anything, yes.”

“Then prove it,”

After seeing the violinist’s furrowed eyebrows, she sighs and continues, “Eddy tells me you cannot read Mandarin very well,”

“Yeah, I can only read little bits here and the—”

“Yeah, yeah.” She interrupts, swatting her hand impatiently. “You love my son, you want to marry him, then you need to ask for my blessing.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t go against—“

“In a handwritten letter,”

“How many pages are we talking here?”

“In Mandarin.”

“...so, blue or black ink?”

“Aiyah, I’m not finished. You have to read it aloud in front of me and Belle.”

He stayed stood in front of her, mouth agape.

Well that’s something.

“If you’re going to marry my son, that means that you will be my son, too,” her voice softens as she cups Brett’s cheek, followed by a soft slap. “And no child of mine cannot read Mandarin.”

She continues, “If you’re going to be a part of our family, I don’t want Eddy translating my text messages all the time,” with a look that Brett can only describe as a mix of fondness and exasperation.

“I’ll need to ask you how he is without telling him, and I don’t have time for this English business.”

And so they agreed.

***

Eddy must not find out, he remembers her saying before he left.

So Brett went to work. He started to buy a couple of Mandarin language textbooks, added Chinese films and dramas in his Netflix list (he can always tell Eddy that it’s research for another fake violin playing video), and even made a Duolingo account.

He hasn’t seen Eddy’s mom in a while, but Brett made sure he showed his progress in every possible opportunity.

Aside from that sacrilegious Bibibili Q&A, he started to greet her in Mandarin as he walked past her and Eddy’s FaceTime calls, speaking Mandarin in Instagram stories (hopefully Belle will see them and feed back to headquarters), and even reading Mandarin text in TwoSet videos (because he knows Eddy’s mom watches every single one).

A couple of hours after the Ling Ling 40 hours video was uploaded, Brett got a text from Eddy’s mom. In Mandarin.

I hope you see how shocked and happy Eddy was when you read Chinese text

Three moving dots, and then another followed suit.

Seeing Eddy smile that big made me smile too 😊

Brett grinned, his heart heavy and light at the same time. He texted her back - took him a while to make sure the grammar was right, but he did eventually.

Perhaps Eddy’s mom texting him in Mandarin is the equivalent of the classic Asian approving nod.

Nevertheless, it motivated Brett to work harder.

And he was getting better. It was weird to see a Mandarin text from Eddy’s mom on his phone screen, as he’d always see them on Eddy’s - which Eddy patiently translates for him, as always.

Speaking of Eddy, he was still oblivious, thank God.

Or so he thought.

***

“Bro, why is my mom texting you in Mandarin?” Eddy asks as he walked into the living room, Brett’s phone in hand. He must’ve left it in the bathroom before Eddy came in.

”Uhhhhhh” Brett trails off, using his arms to prop himself up from the sofa. “Y-yeah, I guess she saw that Reddit video and just assumed I’m fluent at it now,” he said as Eddy took a seat next to him.

Eddy hums, handing him the phone before saying “Good thing she did though, because I’m starving - do you want to cook or should we just order in?”

He peers at the bright screen, adjusting his glasses so he can read the text.

Have both of you eaten?

Brett smiles. Eddy’s mom loved him, really. But he can’t help but think that she only loves him because Eddy loves him, and she loves Eddy. Either way, that’s more than enough of a thing to have in common.

“I don’t mind cooking; there’s some blanched pork belly left in the fridge so I’ll probably braise it - can you wait around 45 minutes for it or no?”

Eddy hums again. “Hmmm, that sounds really good - I might have a little snack now, though. I’ll call Ma while I wait.”

“Cool,” he says, sending a quick reply to Eddy’s mom before getting started.

Brett didn’t mind cooking for the both of them; he actually likes how domestic it is - him doing his thing in the kitchen while Eddy watched from the counter, having a chat as he went along.

God forbid Eddy will have to cook for them. The man had many talents, sure, but he once burned spaghetti not knowing he had to put water in the pan with it.

Eddy usually took his calls from the counter, but Brett can just about hear what they were talking about. Brett figures that Eddy forgot to charge his laptop and he needed to take the call from their room.

“Yeah, Brett’s cooking for us. I don’t know what it is exactly but it smells good — no, Ma, you know I can’t help him, remember what happened last time I cooked?”

The older violinist can only chuckle to himself as he tried to listen in. The pork has started braising in the pan, and he made a start on washing the rice.

Laughter erupts from the bedroom, and Brett can only smile when he heard Eddy’s. “Did you see her haircut? She looks just like you now!” They’re probably talking about Belle.

After pressing the “cook” button on the rice cooker, he started to walk towards the bedroom, ready to say hello - in Mandarin, of course.

“Hi Mrs Chen, how are you?” he beamed as he crouched next to Eddy, getting himself into shot.

Eddy snorts. “Yeah, it’s not like the both of you weren’t talking just 20 minutes ago. Speaking of, what’s that about anyway, Ma? Are you secretly texting Brett to ask about me?”

Now. Brett’s a performer, and his life is a stage. It’s his second nature.

And with that performer instinct, he took that question as his cue to leave.

“I forgot to cook the rice!” He shouts behind him, brisk-walking out the door.

Eddy’s mom can take that one.

***

It’s not like he can’t know, right? Maybe he’ll think it’s sweet, Brett thought as he checked on his cooking for what must’ve been the fifth time now.

The rice is finally cooked and the pork shouldn’t take long now, so it’d probably be a good idea to start setting the table.

Eddy must’ve heard the sound of the ceramic plates (and maybe even the notes involved with his stupid perfect pitch), as Brett can hear “I think the food’s ready now, talk to you soon Ma!” before adding a quick “Love you” at the end.

He ran to the counter and helped Brett prepare the table, scooping the food on serving plates. They move together so well, it was almost fluid.

“So,” Eddy started as they sat down to eat. “My mom told me about your secret project.”

Boy, oh boy, was he not expecting this.

Eddy started piling food in his bowl as if it was nothing, but his eyes remained fixed on Brett.

No response.

Frustration and confusion aside, Brett sighed. Of course he was going to find out eventually.

Can he even look him in the eye? Brett chose not to, dropping his head to look at the food he’s started to scoop into his own bowl.

“Yeah, well, feel free to savour it - this will probably be the biggest gesture I’ll make before I propose,” he tries to say nonchalantly, hoping that his chuckle didn’t sound as nervous as he was.

The clanking of the chopsticks against the ceramic bowl stops, and there was silence.

Brett looks up at Eddy, whose eyes were wide and his mouth open.

What?

“...You’re gonna propose?”

Oh.

Ohhhhhhh.

“Your mom didn’t tell you anything, did she?”

“Not a word.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Brett groaned, dropping his chopsticks on the table before putting his face in his hands. “You cheeky bastard— you fucking tricked me? Bro, I picked up an entire language for you!”

Eddy’s laughing now. He may have ruined the surprise, sure, but it was expected at this point - he was gonna find out about it eventually.

“You don’t need to learn Mandarin to ask me that, you idiot,” Eddy grinned, finally eating his dinner. Brett’s laughing now, too.

“I know, but your mom and I had a deal - I have to ask for her blessing in Mandarin.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, your speaking’s pretty good—“

“She wants it handwritten.”

“Like, on paper? Well, it’d better be lined because I don’t know if you’ve seen your handwriting but—“

“Not the point. She wants me to write it all down and read it aloud in front of her and Belle.”

“Holy moly!” Eddy almost choked on his food. What a stupidly elaborate prerequisite! He doesn’t really know how he could love this man more, but this takes the cake.

“I know!”

They laugh again, and resumed their dinner.

Well, that went better than he expected.

To be fair, everything’s better with Eddy.

“So, how are we doing this?”

And with that, Brett‘s thought came to a halt. “What?”

“I said,” Eddy offers again, his voice getting louder at the second word. “How are we doing this?”

Brett can only furrow his eyes at the younger musician.

“You do know that a proposal is a one-person job, right?”

“Well, yeah, I know that much,” Eddy replied, rolling his eyes. “What I mean is, since I’m in on it now, I might as well help you,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly, piling the dishes and putting them on the sink. “Should we start speaking Mandarin at home, put flashcards on the furniture, or what?”

Great. Another layer of domestic.

Brett liked the sound of that.

He smiled.

“Yeah, I guess it could help.”

***

Brett got another text from Eddy’s mom the next morning.

Eddy told me what happened last night.

I am so sorry, I couldn’t lie to him. He tricked me and the words just slipped out!!

No no don’t be sorry!! This is good!!!

“What?” Brett asked the empty room before taking a sip of coffee. How is she happy that he literally did the one thing she told him not to?

He quickly sent a text back.

???

“Morning,” Eddy drawled as he walked into the living room, his voice dripping with sleep.

Brett hummed back, staring at his phone in anticipation as Eddy made his way to the bathroom.

You said it yourself, you cannot lie to him! I’m pleased about this, you passed the test

Three more dots.

No more secrets from my Eddy, okay? 😊

The older violinist can only stare at the screen.

This was a test?

Well, the apple doesn’t really fall far from the tree, does it?

“Is that my mom texting you?” Eddy asked, walking towards Brett and giving him a peck on the cheek before he went to make himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah,”

“Anything interesting?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

“See, I’ve just learned that your family,” Brett trailed, hugging Eddy from behind. “Are a bunch of psychopathic tricksters.”

He can feel the vibrations from Eddy’s body as he laughed, and he instinctively held the taller man closer.

“Hey, you chose to be part of this family, Brett Yang,” Eddy said between laughs. “You brought this on yourself.”

Brett smiled against his back.

“Wǒ zhīdào.”

(“I know.”)

***

Brett proposes a year later. They‘re in Paris — he‘s so nervous that he almost dropped the ring and lost it in the snow.

Of course he couldn’t have done it without the 3 1/2 page speech he spent a month writing and editing, on lined paper, in black ink.

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