Fanfiction Prompt
Chat Noir: "If we're both single by the time we're thirty, wanna just get married?
Ladybug: "You know what sure. Sounds like a deal kitty."
The next day
Marinette: "Hey, Adrien, wanna make a pact that if we're both single when we're 29 we'll get married."
Adrien: "Better than being forced to marry someone for social status"
One week later
Chat Noir "If we're both single tomorrow let's get married."
Ladybug: "Deal!"
1 hour later
Marinette, on the phone: "If we're both single in 15 minutes let's get married"
Adrien, on the phone: "See you in 15 min if I'm still single."
Prompt by QuartzCommander
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Jin Kazama and Xiaoyu had been together for a long time that they decided to get married.
Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu looked at each other, a smile on each other lips, a tender gaze in their respective eyes.
“Would you do me the greatest honor and be my wife until death do us apart.“ Jin asked his love of many years, holding her smaller delicate hand in his large calloused hand. In his other hand was a simple gold wedding ring.
With a watery smile the young Chinese woman nodded her head in rampant excitement. “Yes! I would be glad to be your lawful wife, Jin!” She hugged the large man with her petite body pressing against him.
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Charlos + necklace
Going down on one knee in front of his lover on a private beach in a small island in Indonesia, Carlos is pretty sure that his heart has never beaten so fast in his life. It doesn’t feel even remotely close to the aftermath of his crash in Sochi or the last lap of his first victory in Silverstone.
He grabs the little black velvet box from the pocket of his shorts and opens it, revealing a silver band laying inside of it. Its design is quite simple, plain metal with two thin lines carved close to the two edges. Carlos made sure to have Charles’ mom’s opinion before he bought it for her son.
Charles’ eyes are already lighting up, his hands joined together in front of his face. He’s so beautiful. Carlos loves him so much.
“Will you marry me?” Carlos blurts out. His brain catches up half a second later. Charles doesn’t even have time to say anything before Carlos closes the box and shakes his head. “Wait no, I’m doing this all wrong. I prepared a speech and first I need to tell you how I love you and what our time together has meant for me and—”
“Carlos,” Charles hisses, interrupting him and pawing at his hands. “What the hell? Open back the box? You can do the speech later.”
Carlos can feel his cheeks being lit up on fire and Charles looks both endeared and a little mad. Carlos’ heart is still running for his life. Carlos might tremble a little when he opens the box back up.
“I’m sorry. I know it looks like a pretty simple ring and you deserve much better but I wanted you to have something you could wear every day without having people speculating on it. It does have both our names engraved on the inside.”
Carlos doesn’t expect Charles to drop to one knee right in front of him, extending his left hand.
(Would Carlos really be asking Charles’ hand in marriage if he didn’t love to be surprised by him every other day of the week? Probably not.)
“Please.” It takes Carlos a second to get it and then he’s carefully easing the silver band on Charles’ ring finger. The look of awe on Charles’ face is one that Carlos will commit to memory forever. “It’s perfect. I love it. I love you. Yes, I want to marry you. A thousand times yes.”
Then he’s grabbing Carlos’ face between both of his hands and bringing him forward to kiss him. Carlos should be used to the feeling of ringed fingers against his cheeks (Charles has quite the collection) but there is something different about tonight. He’ll let himself feel giddy and stupid about it for a while.
“This wasn’t how I thought this would go. I swear I had this whole speech planned and I wanted to talk about the first time we met and what it was like to finally be your teammate and I had this whole bit on how you make me not only a better driver but also a better person. It’s all very beautiful, I think.”
Charles is grinning against his lips before he kisses them again, once, quickly.
“Carlos.”
“Yes.”
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you love me.”
“Of course I do.”
“And I know that too. It’s okay baby, you can keep the speech for our wedding day.”
There is that tiny part of Carlos that wants to fight a little more but it gets overpowered by the huge side of him that can’t resist a Charles’ smile, especially when the dimples pop off.
Once they’re both back up on their feet and Charles is done admiring his hand under every angle possible, they take a couple of photos for their friends and family.
Carlos booked them a Spa appointment that afternoon and he does grin proudly when Charles realizes the reason behind his basic manicure earlier today.
He still finds a way to have grains of sand under his nails on one of the pics, probably a consequence of the walk they took on the beach before dinner. Carlos thinks he couldn’t care less. On the contrary, that’s the perfect kind of evidence he wants to keep from tonight.
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Charles’ knee is going 300 miles an hour where he is sitting at the bottom of the bed of his hotel room, waiting for Carlos to get back from his shower.
Once he does, Charles is too nervous to even react to his nakedness and he might eat the corner of his thumb while he watches his lover grab a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from his dresser. The dresser where he unpacked his suitcase even though they’re only staying for 5 days. Charles would never. He’s always found it adorable that Carlos would do that.
“Babe?” He calls out while Carlos is looking at his phone and when Charles eyes the space next to him, Carlos comes to sit with him.
“All good?” Carlos asks with the lightest hint of concern on his features.
Charles nods before pulling out a square red box from under his thigh. When he pulls it open, there is a necklace sitting in it, a thin golden chain with a pendant whose form you can’t really identify if you don’t know what it is.
“Carlos, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Carlos chuckles. He’s looking at Charles with an amused face but he’s also admiring the piece of jewelry, Charles can tell.
“Did you hit your head while I was in the shower and you forgot about my proposal or are you disappointed you didn’t get to ask me first so you’re pretending we’re not engaged yet?”
Charles does smile at that. He sneaks a quick glance at the ring that hasn’t left his left hand since that day in Indonesia, two months ago during winter break. They’re about to enter the first Grand Prix weekend of the season now and Charles is still as in love with it as he was that first night.
Charles pulls out the necklace from where it’s laying on a silk bed, showcasing the pendant more. “I had this made in the shape of the island where you proposed to me. People might get crazy enough to figure it out but I think it’s still pretty small and should be alright.” Carlos lifts up a hand to hold onto it. His face has gotten more serious. He’s handsome. Charles loves him. “I just wanted you to also have something too. Until the real thing.”
A part of him hates the fact that he chose a necklace because Carlos doesn’t wear rings and it would have raised questions if he suddenly started to have one on his ring finger. He knows, though, why they’re doing this. They’ve been together for years and they’ve discussed their privacy and coming out for hours.
They may take their time but at least they’re on the same wavelength and it’s all that matters.
“Put it on me, please?” Carlos asks before turning around to offer the back of his neck to Charles.
Once Charles has latched on the chain, Carlos gets up to look at himself in the full-body mirror of the room. Charles joins him, hooking his chin on Carlos’ shoulder and lacing his arms around his middle.
“It’s beautiful, I love it,” Carlos says when he meets Charles’ eyes in the mirror. The golden chain is perfect against the tone of his skin and the shape of the island sits beautifully at the hollow of his throat. “I love you.”
Charles hugs him before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love you too.”
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Let's get to the real point now: how do you think the proposal happened between Alphen and Shionne?
what i think? pfft, it damn near happened on-screen is what i think!
look at them
We don't hear him spill it out per say, but it is heavily implied that he's about to propose in the very last shot of the DLC, depicted above
Oh, but before that, in pure Alphen fashion, he tried to do it during the Night Before The Final Battle. Shionne did what she does best.
And, must I also mention that in the EX quest, he discussed marriage proposals with Kisara, and it transpired that their respective visions differed slightly
in fact, kisara seemed like she had a pretty clear picture in mind. has she been thinking about proposing to shionne, herself?
now if i was allowed to ignore canon and decide how it happens, idk lmao i think alphen realizes he should make it special so he starts planning something Nice for her and he wants it to be just right and he comes to a point where he's got it mostly planned but ends up blurting out "Marry me!!" despite himself at another completely unrelated moment because Shionne did something cool or maybe something intense happened. idk how shionne reacts. maybe something like "huh? what, NO!!!!!" but it's more of a "no, you're not supposed to do it like that!!!". then shenanigans happen IDK (wait have i read a fanfic that goes exactly like that? maybe? apologies if that's the case)
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15, 25, 27?
thanks for the ask!!
15. Do they go on vacations together? Where is their favorite place to visit?
Knowing that this is Bugs and Daffy of course they vacation! I love that it's a Thing in their dynamic. So charming. Their favorite places are beaches far away from California, like Kokomo in Curaçao. They love traveling to remote beaches, far away from the public eye, or better yet, where the locals and tourists don't recognize them.
25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting?
Hm... They would clash about this, definitely. But they'd do their own decorations, and they hire help for the heavy lifting. I feel Bugs would have modestly lavish tastes, something of a mid century styled mansion with a fresh carrot garden about the lot (NO trimmed grass), and a pool with a lazy river and a tiny waterfall. Daffy's dream home is a hodgepodge of everything he loves. So definitely, the house will have his likeness hidden in just about every corner. Doorknobs. Carpeting. Even the trimming. But everything would be Late Baroque. The house should be ornamental. Theatrical! Dramatic! Like him.
27. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?
I feel my last ask tackling the trickiness of marriage is answer enough for this… but let’s assume, in a better world, things aren’t complicated….
Both would try to propose to the other at the same time. When they’re on the same page about something, they have a tendency to fall into perfect sync and mirror each other’s actions— i imagine them reaching into their toonish hammer spaces, glancing over their shoulders like they’re pulling out a toon gag, shooting each other devious looks (daffy would DEFINITELY give an evil chuckle) and then fall flat on their knees, and start reciting their proposals. A beat, then they rise to their feet, mouths agape. It takes some fumbling around, but they let each other have a turn at givin their lil speeches. They’re both teary messes at the end.
The reception would be a pain in the ass!! Corporate meddling, Tune meddling (Porky and Wile go head to head A LOT when it comes to planning.) Paparazzi never leaving them alone, etc...
honestly?? The officiator (Foghorn) can't even get to the vows because everyone ends up caught in a brawling cloud of dust. Bugs and Daffy decide to ditch their own wedding and head straight for the honeymoon. Oh, and wouldn’t ya know it, their limo driver’s caught up in that cloud dust too… gosh, seems like they’ll miss their flight… and Bugs insists burrowing IS faster…. gee, what could go wrong??
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