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re:posal | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (marriage au, est. relationship)

Summary: From the sleeposal to a re:posal. Jungkook doubles down on his promise with unexpected results.

Genre: fluff, romance

Wordcount: 6.3k

Warning: reference to sex (once)

r: pg

A/N: Sequel to sleeposal drabble. I just couldn’t help myself. Thank you for the love sleeposal has gotten, this is my favourite pairing of all times so I had to write a sequel for them. Thank you @notyouroppar for doing this and supporting this madness. This can be read as a standalone but I would advise reading the first part for a bit more background.

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If there was one thing you appreciated about Jungkook, it was his ability to stay consistent about his wants and wishes. You could vividly remember the times he talked about his dream to perform outside of organised events. He worked day and night until he managed to secure gigs in private clubs. He was over the moon about it, and you shared his feelings. He deserved it more than anyone. The sheer talent he had always managed to leave you breathless. Naturally his career kicked off; more and more people were coming to his shows. The increase in public meant an increase in venue size, which in turn meant a change in management.

It was a no-brainer that the more popular he got, the busier he became. The time you two had to spend together turned from days in a row to a few hours in a day. To you, a person who was most of the time buried deep in organising events, it was an understandable fact. To him, a person who was ambitious but also impatient and head over heels with you, it became irksome.

He was grateful for the chance he got, he would never not be. Aware that the industry and career he decided to so avidly pursue was not an easy one, he was incredibly thankful for the attention his music managed to garner. However grateful though, he was mildly anxious about how that may have affected your relationship.

You weren’t aware of his feelings towards this situation, and never once have you been afraid that he would not be there next to you. The man who proposed to you in his sleep, was the man who would think of you from the moment he woke up until – well it turned out he thought of you even in his sleep. Memories of his display of affection made you giddy every time they crossed your mind. How could you ever doubt someone whose love transcended even in his subconscious?

Regardless of your reassurances though, Jungkook became adamant to prove to you that he was indeed in for the long haul. Resourceful as ever, he decided that no matter how much or little time with you he had, he would make sure that you never felt unloved by him. You may wear his ring on your finger, but that was not definite enough. Not for him.

It all started a few months after your impromptu engagement. You both postponed the Paris trip he had planned for the actual proposal until after your marriage – Paris was always a good spot for honeymoons and you were going to make the most of it. As an event organiser, you were well versed in planning a wedding and the steps you needed to take. It wasn’t difficult for you to get your own wedding checklist crossed off whilst you did it for others. Your connections were more than enough for you, and you had a general idea of what you wanted for your own event. What worried you though, was Jungkook’s complete detachment from it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready to help. If you gave him a clear task of helping you call a venue or a bakery he would jump at the opportunity and snatch the phone away from you even before you had a chance to finish your request. However, if you asked him to come up with fresh new ideas, or even asked for his opinion when it came to specific decisions you had to make– as a couple, he would fuss around and try to extract himself as fast as possible.

Unable to take his lack of initiative anymore, you decided to confront him during one of your late night film sessions. As both of you were tired from a full month of working long days and sleeping short nights, you both decided to stay in and enjoy your evening together.

“Who is going to cook?” You moaned from your comfortable position on the couch. Wrapped up in blankets, your eyelids drooped heavily. You were barely coherent but the thought had been plaguing your mind for the whole day.

“Love, I have a meeting with my manager until late tomorrow night, I would cook but that would mean we eat late.” Junkook smiled at you apologetically sitting down onto the edge, hand sliding underneath the blankets patting your bare leg gently. Moaning at the intrusion you shifted your position throwing him a playful glare for daring to intrude in your cosy space.

“It’s ok, I will cook, but-” Propping yourself up on your forearms you beamed at him. “If we get food poisoning I am claiming innocence right now.” You scooted away from him, chuckling as he poked you. “Will you have time this week to meet with the flower vendor?” You inquired, a heavy feeling settling in your stomach as soon as you saw his face fall.

“I don’t know if I can, we have a new song in the making, so most of the time may be spent in the studio.” He sighed, not sounding sorry in the least. With the sleep now gone, you scooted over to allow him to slide beneath the blanket. Starting the film you handed him the popcorn without a word, your mind mulling over whether you should confront him or not.

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, as it wasn’t - not really, you threw it in your conversation during the film. So casually, that he all but sputtered the popcorn out of his mouth.

“Wait, what?” He shifted further away from you, eyes widening in surprise. His hair was mussed from running his hands through it multiple times, as was his habit. His freshly washed face, tired eyes, now wide awake, and mouth wide open made him look so youthful that you tried your best to stop your heart from exploding. Despite his apprehension to have any input in your wedding planning, you still found yourself very much in love with him. The butterflies exploding in your stomach when he placed a gentle kiss on your brow before leaving, or the urge to smile whenever he grabbed your hand and whispered that he loved you in the middle of the night whilst sleep talking - that never waned. It only got stronger after your engagement, and you were more than looking forward to being able to call him your husband.

“I…” You trailed off, suddenly the weight of his eyes on you was too much for you to handle. Feeling insecure and trying to convince yourself that maybe it was indeed your own imagination you tried to play it off as nothing. But one of the things that made you fall in love with Jungkook was how attentive he was. Once you’d said something to him he would fight tooth and nail to get to the bottom of it, and your question this time was no different

“Y/N, love. What do you mean?” He shifted back to his original spot, this time though his whole body engulfing yours as if he was afraid you’d disappear from view in the next second.

“I just…really think you’ve been going along with all I’ve been saying.” You hid your face into his chest hoping he wouldn’t hear it. Unfortunately for you, he not only heard every single word you uttered but he also engraved them into his heart. As painful as they were, they were your words. His heart was a diary of them.

He didn’t say anything, his arms wrapped around you tighter, moulding you to his side as he rested his chin on top of your head.

The smell of him was so familiar, it did an incredible job at calming down your racing heart. And with renewed courage you carried on your voice clearer and louder than it had been before. “I just think… I don’t know, it makes me feel like you don’t care about this as much as I do?” Your fists clenched around the thick material of his top, hoping you hadn’t upset him with your supposition and that he’d answer you this time.

When he heard what you thought, Jungkook stilled. His heart stopped and the air knocked out of his lungs. He felt akin to that one time he fell off the stage and onto his back, almost cracking a few ribs.

“No, Y/N. Why would you say that?” You’d known him for so long that with every misplaced breath, every waver in his voice – you could tell instantly what he was feeling. The strain in his voice told you everything you wanted to know; he was hurt, shocked and most importantly fearful. Hearing all these in two sentences made your heart constrict in your chest. You were afraid that this would happen, and you’d never intended it to go this way.

“Jungkook, look. I am sorry, that is not what I wanted to say, it’s just that.” You lightly pulled away, taking his hands in yours to reassure him you were not going anywhere. “I don’t know, I thought that maybe a wedding is not what you want after all.” Seeing the panic flash in his eyes you took a sharp intake of breath, quick to make things right. “No, no! That is not what I meant. I- gahhh” You pulled your hands away to tangle them in your hair, pulling at it in frustration. Nothing you could say would make things right and you knew it. You carelessly dropped a bomb on him, it would be a wonder if he did intend to marry you after this.

Hands gently grabbed yours pulling them away from your hair. Long slender fingers intertwined with yours and once again. Jungkook’s determination and kind heart blew you away. “Please stop pulling your hair, it’s not good for it.” He whispered, fingers playing with yours, gently tracing patterns on the inside of your palm. “Y/N, I don’t know what made you think I don’t want to marry you. Because I do.” You’ve been avoiding looking at him all this time, but he said the words with such conviction you couldn’t help but glance his way.

The fire and endless love in his eyes made you gasp, your eyes tingling with the first few tears for the night. “Jungkook.” You said your voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“I do, and I’ve wanted this for so long. I may not have opinions when it comes to planning.” He squeezed your hand lightly enough to ground you. “But that is because I want you to have the wedding that you want.” Hearing this confession you prepared to disagree with him, but he shushed you gently, his hand pulling yours into his lap effectively bringing you closer.

“I don’t care what type of flowers, colour scheme, if we have food or not, cake,” he scrunched his nose as if what he was about to say next pained him, “heck, I don’t even care what type of music we have.” Your watery laugh filled the living room, lightening up the mood. Because you knew he did care about the music – it was his passion after all.

“All I want,” his hand travelled up to cup your face, his thumb tracing the apple of your cheek softly wiping away the stray tear residing there, “is to know that you’re mine forever, to call you my wife.” Despite the levelled voice, you read the flash of insecurity in his voice and your heart clenched.

You didn’t think you’d be more in love with him, it never seemed like a possibility as your heart was already overflowing with adoration of the man in front of you. But as you both stood there, emotionally vulnerable, eyes locked, hearts beating rapidly with insecurity, you realised that it was impossible to not love him more and more with every passing moment.

“Jungkook.” It took you less than a second to attach yourself to him, his arms wrapping around your waist holding you flush against his own body. You tangled your hands in his hair as you buried your head into his neck.

“Silly,” you prepared to chide him for thinking so irrationally about your level of adoration for him. But as his hand gripped your top tighter, as if bracing himself for what you were about to say, you stopped. “I love you, and nothing will change that, regardless of the cake you say you want, regardless of the colour scheme. Fuck it,” you pulled away slightly eyes bright with laughter, “if you said let’s have an all black scheme,” you pointed to his usual dark coloured attire, “I wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but snort at your exaggeration. “You wouldn’t.” He declared and you chuckled at his incredulous tone.

“I wouldn’t actually, no. An Addams Family themed wedding is not my thing, as much as I love you in all black.” You leaned in to press your lips to his in a chaste kiss. “Just like you wouldn’t enjoy a foodless wedding.” You whispered against his lips enjoying his agonised moan at the thought before you pressed your lips to his harder.

Your reassurance was enough to quench his insecurities – at least in your eyes. But you’d forgotten how determined he could be. And with a few more months leading up to your wedding he prepared to cement his proposal.

Following your emotional release the previous night, you should’ve known better than to expect a quiet morning from your fiancé. You weren’t anticipating walking into a refurbished kitchen when you woke up in the early hours of the morning. Ready to make the coffee for the both of you, eyes still hazy with sleep, you stopped dead in your tracks. Awed at the sight you stood in the doorway mouth slightly agape as you took in the array of paper covering every inch of your kitchen. It looked as if someone’ decided to use post-its as wallpaper in an attempt to recreate an edgy interior design.

Hesitantly you reached for the first one that you saw, your mind focused on reading the messages rather than on your usual morning routine. ‘I promise to spend forever loving you so please spend forever as my wife.’ Jungkook’s unmistakable writing, read. One after the other you picked them all up, the more you took in the more your eyes filled with tears until they were slowly dripping down your cheeks in a steady stream. He had written on all of them in his words, lyrics, poems and amusingly, drawings; all of them were him asking you to marry him over and over again.

“Y/N?” Just when you were about to reach the last one, the culprit’s sleepy voice called out from behind you. Not bothering to wipe the tears off your face you grabbed as many notes as you could before you turned around to face him.

“Jungkook, what,” you waved the stash of notes at him, “are you doing?” You knew you sounded less emotional than you were, but with the tremendous effort it took you to keep your tears at bay, you didn’t have the power to sound less demanding.

“Are you– are you crying?” Jungkook paused mid stretch, his eyes widening with surprise. Taking a step forward he reached for one of the notes that fell on the floor before placing it gently back onto the wall. “Are you upset? Did you not like it?” He sounded so hesitant he took the wind out of your sails.

Sniffling you prepared to answer, only to burst into tears once more. You did like it, and you wanted to convey it to him, yet it felt like the tears would not stop anytime soon. So instead of using your words you decided to show him. Not thinking about the repercussions you barrelled into his arms, wrapping yours around his waist and burying your head into him.

“You’re so….” You hiccuped, your emotions playing tag with each other. On one hand you wanted to keep bawling in his arms, on the other hand you wanted to laugh at his ridiculousness. And an even stronger part of you wanted to slap him for being so dramatic.

Jungkook didn’t know what to make of it, his hesitation to hug you was only overpowered by his need to comfort you. “I’m so what baby?” He urged you softly, his hand rubbing up and down your back in circles as if he was cradling a baby. You didn’t say anything for a moment, enjoying his soft scent of fresh laundry and the warmth that radiated off of him. He was your comfort, your lifeline, he was soon to be yours forever.

The thought of it, paired with his grand gesture made your heart overflow with emotion once more and you couldn’t help but let more tears fall, your hands digging into his sides for support. Not once did he complain, the knowledge of you hurting in any way made him want to fight to protect you, regardless of what he would have to go against.

“You’re such a dumbass.” You finally sputtered, the tears slowly subsiding. “You didn’t have to do all this.” Pulling yourself away from him, his arms barely allowing you room to move, you wiped the tears off your face before continuing. “You already proposed to me. There was no need for all of this.” You argued even though he hadn’t said anything.

Jungkook stared at you for a second, his eyes bright, the adoration radiating off of him making your insides melt with love. He didn’t say anything before he grasped your face suddenly, his lips crashing down on you in an ardent kiss. His lips soft and warm, roughly pressed against yours sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. The feeling was enough to make you shiver with need. You moaned softly into the kiss as he pressed himself against you, your frozen form responding instantly to his touch. Your hands gripped at his shoulders to steady yourself as his hand travelled to your thigh, hooking your leg around his waist.

You were both panting when you pulled away, hands still gripping every inch of each other as if you were trying to find grounding in each other. Jungkook sighed leaning his forehead against yours, hand brushing away the hair off your face.

“We don’t have time.” You rasped, still trying to catch your breath.

“No.” He disagreed, disappointment laced with lust clear in his voice.

“We need to get ready for work.” You tried again, your words contradicting your actions, your hands still holding firmly onto him.

“Yes.” He agreed, his thumb rubbing at the sensitive skin behind your ear. Your skin prickled with goosebumps and the desire to let him have you in the kitchen amongst his love confessions pulled at you too strongly. Yet the thought of being late for your meeting with the florist made you let go of him reluctantly.

“Tonight.” You promised, stepping aside to put some distance between you. Your brain was still drunk with his scent, making it hard to think further than that.

“Yes but,” he bit his lip, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Can you please humour me?” He motioned to the crumpled notes on the floor.

Your gaze softened, you realised he was indeed serious in his proposal and not trying to make light of it. Looking at him earnestly you allowed him to grab your hand, your own squeezing in reassurance.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you felt the humour wash away, the love and adoration you had for the handsome man in front of you overpowering anything else. “There is no universe in which I would not marry you. So yes, I do.”

Public proposal? Billboard on the highway- with her face sleeping

Visiting the venue for last minute checks before you gave the go ahead should have been a quick experience. You’d go there, talk to the organiser, the manager would settle on the areas, and you'd be out in a couple of hours.

A couple of hours had passed and all you’d done was spend every minute staring out the window, counting the poles in your head. Jungkook hummed beside you as he patiently waited for the traffic to make a move.

“Why is it this busy on a Thursday?” You couldn’t help but explode, your ass already numb from sitting in one position for so long. You weren’t angry, mildly annoyed would’ve been the better way to describe it. “Also why,” you turned to glance at him briefly before you looked back out the window – you refused to miss anything. “Did I agree to this?” You moaned in fake annoyance as you counted another billboard poster.

“Because I'm that handsome that you couldn’t resist?” You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was sporting a cocky expression. You knew him too well, and he, you. Which is why when he launched the challenge, he knew you’d take it without a second thought.

Counting another billboard you turned to face him fully, your brows furrowed. “Love, I’ve counted 89 billboard posters, how much longer do I have to go?” You complained huffing in displeasure at the thought of having to do this until you reached your destination. You were starting to get dizzy and bored, having counted at least a dozen adverts of the same companies over and over again. If their purpose was to subconsciously make you buy anything, the effect was missing entirely. It felt obnoxious and tiresome and who even wanted to buy a mini house for their pet?

“Until at least 101 love, you said you could do it.” Jungkook teased, his eyes on the road. “Without getting bored or fed up.” He added before you could say anything. “You’re almost there.” It may have been your boredom, or the fact that you knew him too well, but when he said that, there was a slight waver in his voice that didn’t escape you. Pausing, you looked at him strangely. He was not looking at you, but you could see his jaw clenching as if he was grinding his teeth - a habit you’ve noticed he did even in his sleep after a particularly difficult day.

“Are you ok?” You hesitantly asked, aware that as much as you both shared your feelings with each other, Jungkook was the one who least spoke about his hardships. Eyes trained on him you immediately noticed his shoulders tense before he opened his mouth to respond.

“Can you please humour me?” Last time he said that to you, you were presented with an emotional situation which not only weighed on his mind but also made you realise the impact your words had on him. “You don’t have long, you’ve also missed a few, I counted 5 up until now, that brings you to 94.” He said, still refusing to face you.

“Yes but-“ you prepared to contradict him, when the car slowed down to a stop in the middle of the highway. “What are you doing?” Confusedly you glanced at him only to find him pointing at something behind you. You slowly turned your gaze, your eyes not seeing anything but the side of the road and a few empty fields. You were prepared to tell him off for pulling a prank on you, the annoyance slowly simmering in your stomach.

“Higher up, baby.” He instructed, and your eyes automatically followed by catching sight of the billboards presenting one advertisement after another; a car, hotel… that is when you saw it.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you exclaimed, mouth agape. “You didn’t!” Pointing at the billboard that towered over all of the ones around it you glowered at your soon to be dead fiancé. “That’s my face!”

Jungkook looked sheepishly at you before nodding, and you could have throttled him at that moment. Whether it was because your heart would not stop pounding in your chest, the words ‘will you marry me’ flashing before your eyes in bold letters, or because there was a poster big enough to be seen from miles away with your sleeping face on it you didn’t know. Instead you narrowed your eyes at him, schooling your voice into a calm manner.

“What…” your voice cracked, clearing your throat you tried again. “What is my sleeping face doing on a billboard, in the middle of the busiest highway?” You made it sound as if you were asking him about food preferences, your tone levelled and your demeanour calm.

“You are beautiful when you sleep.” He declared, his gaze flitting to the poster, and you swore you saw his eyes glaze over for a second before he turned his attention back to you. “And I wanted everyone to see it. And I wanted everyone to know that somewhere out there there is a fool, in love, asking his girlfriend to marry him.” He ended up grinning widely at you, his eyes crinkling.

You fought the urge to beam at him, if anything Jungkook’s always had a way with words, and right now you didn’t want to show him how much they affected you. “A fool indeed.” You couldn’t help but mutter to yourself. “But I fell in love with this fool, so I guess that makes me just as much of one.” Ignoring his satisfied expression you turned back to the billboard, your brain soaking in the message. You are always beautiful to me, I want to spend forever gazing at your face, will you marry me?

“Why my sleeping face?” You moaned playfully, your hands rubbing your face. “I look awful.” Chuckling to show him you weren’t serious you bit your lip, your eyes glancing at him searching for an answer. He looked so handsome, his face lit up by a boyish grin, his defined nose crinkled, teeth on display. His angular jaw and the moles you knew were littered around his skin made you want to pepper kisses all over him.

“We’re coming back full circle, I proposed first in my sleep, now it’s your turn.” He simply supplied and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“I am not sleeping though.” You pointed to your wide awake self. “And that,” you gestured towards the picture, “cannot give you an answer. It’s a picture!” Mind still reeling with the implications of having your face presented like that to everyone who took that road mortified you.

“Neither can your actual sleeping self.” He shrugged smartly, making you reach out to slap him playfully.

“Stop being a smartass.” You chided, still laughing to yourself. “Or my awake self won’t either.” You decided that two can play at that game.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes playfully at you, challenging you to a staredown, which you took without hesitation. You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you could feel the warmth rising up to your face the more you stared at him. God, you loved this manchild. Despite his outrageous ideas, he made sure to show you how loved and cared for you were. The match only got interrupted when a loud honk sound from behind you made you jolt and rip your eyes away from his. Ignoring his cry of victory joy, you glanced in the rear mirror, eyes widening at the sight of the cars trailing behind you.

“Jungkook…” you warned, prepared to tell him to drive.

“Babe, we are not leaving before you respond to me.” He amusedly pointed, fingers thrumming on the wheel as if he had all the time in the world and not a line of cars honking.

“Jungkook, just drive.” You moaned slightly distressed at the thought that someone may get out of their car and start yelling. The butterflies you felt fluttering in your stomach at the thought of him having done such a gesture were not subsiding, despite your aversion to presenting your face on a poster in the middle of a busy highway. He was proposing once more, and he needed a response.

“Baby, I will once you’re on the road, please just drive.” Your eyes were pleading, hoping he would see some sense in this madness. Shaking his head adamantly he took his hands off the wheel to further cement his standpoint. You glanced once more at the traffic gathered behind you, cars trying to veer by you in order to avoid joining the jam, then sighed in defeat. Jungkook was stubborn, and he would not move even if it meant his car was towed off the highway.

“Fine.” You sighed, ignoring the way his eye lit up with excitement, his grin widened as you leant into him, your voice lowered to a whisper. “I will marry you if…” you trailed off watching his smile falter for a second before you continued. “You stop trying to smother me in your sleep.”

Junkook broke out into laughter, his head thrown back, eyes full of mirth. “Look, stop looking so cute,” he motioned to the billboard, “and I will. Maybe.” He added as a second thought hand on the steering wheel ready to go. “But is that a yes?”

Smirking at him, the knowledge that you were holding up traffic no longer of importance you shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Little–“ he prepared to grab at you and you ducked laughing before a chorus of loud honks broke you out of your little bubble.

“Yes it is, now shut up and drive, Rihanna.”

The week before your actual wedding was spent in a flurry of last minute decisions, replanning the seating arrangements and trying out the few dresses you had on the standby. You barely had time to even think about anything regarding your hen-do, and for the first time you were more than happy your bridesmaids were taking care of it. Checking on Jungkook’s plans with the boys, he reassured you it was all sorted by now and you didn’t question it anymore. Everyone seemed to be ready to go, and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You didn’t plan both of your parties to happen on the same night, but it seemed like your friends had other ideas. His would be in a club and yours at home. Despite your bridesmaids’ plea to have yours in a club as well you were adamant about a small gathering at home. The prospect of having your hen-do at home surrounded by close friends without running the risk of making a fool out of yourself as you got drunk felt like a godsend.

As the night progressed, you tried your hardest to partake in all the games, the simple ones as well as the raunchy ones. All the while making sure you paced yourself with the amount of alcohol you ingested. With the knowledge of it being your wedding day the following morning, you were expecting the dreaded cold feet. But the knowledge that you would face the man who made you feel happy and loved with every second of the day and say I do in front of your loved ones, didn’t do anything but excite you. Then maybe he’d also stop with the ridiculous proposals, you mused fondly.

The obnoxious sound of the doorbell going made you pause. Looking around you locked eyes with the maid of honour, whose smile spoke of trouble. The bell going off derailed you from interrogating her. You made your way to the door, anxious for what awaited you behind it. You didn’t have time to register the events that happened after you opened the door. A group of men bringing in a box twice the size of you, brushing past you as if it was their home not yours, dropping the suspicious package then leaving without so much of a good night to you or your party; it all happened too quickly for you to process.

“What did you do?!” You asked, voice raised to make yourself heard over the music. When she simply shrugged at you and motioned for you to open the box you rolled your eyes at her. Approaching the offensive object, taking up the majority of the space in your living room, you paused when you heard the music change.

From the latest pop song, the sudden change in track to ‘What a man gotta do’ didn’t surprise you as much as your boyfriend coming out of the box did. Scarcely dressed, belting out the notes of the song blaring from the speakers, you couldn’t help but stare at him, the white pressed shirt he was wearing unbuttoned all the way, his glistening skin in full view as he rolled his body in ways you’ve only witnessed in bed. Watching him perform a Moulin Rouge inspired dance to a Jonas Brothers song, not only made you swallow hard, your mind going in circles about his sudden appearance, but you could also feel the heat rising underneath your skin. A combination of confusion and embarrassment washed over you as he slowly made his way towards your frozen form.

His eyes gleamed with mischief as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the chair your friends pulled out in the middle of the room. Seated and unable to pry your eyes away from the way his muscles moved beneath the material of the shirt, you fought the urge to pull him towards you. The desire to kiss him senseless made your fingers twitch, forcing you to grip the material of your dress. Your brain felt dazed and confused at the situation you found yourself in and music pounding in your ears wasn’t helping either. If someone else related this experience to you, you would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it. But it was you who was experiencing it, and from Jungkook of all people. The man whose career revolved around singing not dancing. However watching the flawless moves and lack of hesitation told you he either had a hidden talent or he practiced hard for this performance.

You were so concentrated on the performance that you weren’t paying attention to anything else until your bridesmaid yelled at you to listen to the lyrics. Finally registering what was happening around you, you found yourself burst into laughter when the song came to a climax and he flamboyantly skidded across the living room, the sexy performance coming to an end.

Ignoring the hoots and yells from your friends you rushed to him as soon as the last note ended, your eyes fixed on his despite the want to continue to ogle at his toned body, newly marked by tattoos. He even had the audacity to put oil on himself, his skin glistening in the artificial light, a sight you’ve committed to memory.

You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in the strong smell of vanilla and musk as you placed your lips on his in a heated kiss, lips crashing together for a few brief moments before you pulled away.

“There is nothing sexier than my soon to be husband half naked, singing a song for me like that. My own personal butler in a buff.” You purred, pulling him closer by the tie, nails raking over his exposed chest making him shiver. Feeling encouraged by his response and the goosebumps you could see on his smooth skin, you lifted yourself up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, both your breathing ragged.

“And if there weren’t so many eyes on us, I would ride you right here right now in this awful get up until you came inside me.” Hearing his breath hitch made you smirk, the hand on his chest slowly mapped the planes of his chest towards the hem of his shorts. Jungkook bit his lip to hide his disappointment when it reached his hips and you only pinched his side. “Behave.” You warned, not wanting to give all of your friends an insight in your intimate life.

“So what does a man have to do to have you marry him?” Jungkook grinned, the moment broken by your laughter.

“We’re getting married tomorrow, Jungkook. Isn’t it obvious?” You argued, ignoring the way your heart rate sped up at the thought; you felt warm knowing that he fought all the way until the end of your engagement period to show you how much he wanted to marry you.

“Is that a yes?” Being so close to him, you felt Jungkook gulp his hands hesitantly placed around your waist.

“I don’t know, mister, that is very forward of you; asking the bride on her hen night if she wants to marry you… I would need to ask my full time lover.” You teased playfully, laughing when he bent to pick you up as if you weighed nothing.

“Excuse me, as of tomorrow I think you mean to say your full time husband.”

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blackinn-n · 3 years

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Blackinnon headcanons (because @marlymckitten’s lovely ones got me to write a bit again <3 go check on hers!!!!)

Yes. It’s sappy. But I love sappy Blackinnon. I can’t bear angst any longer so enjoy!

Sirius fell in love with her before she fell in love with him. Actually, he fell in love with Marlene before James fell in love with Lily, even if he took longer to realize it. He unconsciously developed a crush on her during their first year and recognize his messy feelings as love when he was a bit older. Anyway, he liked to say to her that he had loved her since he was a kid and Marlene used to roll her eyes and call him a sappy liar — but Sirius was not lying. Not even a bit.

I personally hc that they didn’t start dating at Hogwarts. Sirius was, emotionally, too much of a mess to actually sort out what he felt. It was not that he wasn’t sure of her — he knew he loved Marlene. He was certain of that. He was just scared to hurt her in any way possible, and though less of himself — he though he wasn’t able to make her happy, and he could not bear it.

It was Marlene who made the first move. One night, she just kissed him. They were alone in London, laughing, smoking and chatting at 1 AM while the rest of the gang had already went home. She just did it. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Hard, passionately. It took him out of breath.

As their relationship became solid, it was clear to both of them that what was happening was that.. they were settling. To Sirius, the word has seem horrendous till she had told him what she felt for him. But he was happier that he had ever been with her and was actually pretty content with the perspective of being hers for the rest of his life.

They weren’t too much into PDA. Sirius resting a hand on her tights, or holding hands was ok — but they couldn’t stand couples who made out constantly while they were out with friends. It was totally different when they were drunk: in that occasions they could not take their hands off each other and used to disappear so as to shag in some bathroom or to go home (to shag. Yes, they did it nonstop)

They had a matching tattoo. They had gone out one evening in March, just the two of them. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner but it had naturally lead to a drunk night in some club in London. After that, they had found some weird (and probably too dirty to be trusted) tattoo shop which was still opened at night and decided to go for it. They were too tipsy to be taken seriously, but managed to explain to the tattooer what they wanted. At the end, Sirius got the written “star of the sky” in Marlene’s handwriting, and she had “star of the sea” in his, on their pelvis. It was sappy, they knew it, but it was them.

Marlene absolutely adored Sirius. She thought he was breathtaking. That’s true, a lot of people thought that — Sirius was indeed a very handsome man, but to Marlene, Sirius was much more than that. Marlene loved everything about him. She loved stroking his hair and caressing the side of his face. She loved when he took her hands into his. She loved kissing his full lips and holding his gaze, despite it made her blush most of the time. She loved feeling his weight on her when he fell asleep while cuddling. She loved feeling him inside of her, it made her feel a sense of fullness and connection she had never felt with someone before.

James was so happy when they got together. He wasn’t even the slightest angry or upset at them, though they knew he would have killed them both if they hurt each other.

Lily was ecstatic when they started dating, too. Perhaps even more than her husband, considering she was the first person Sirius admitted he was in love with Marlene to. It happened during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Lily was looking for Marls — she knew the Astronomy Tower was her and Sirius’ spot and expected to find her there, but only him was present that evening. They talked quite a lot and at one point he just slipped it out. It felt so scaring, but so, so good. Lily promised not to tell a soul, not even to James and Sirius trusted her. She also advised him to tell her, but he knew he needed more time.

He desired a family with her but was scared to bring the topic up — he didn’t really think he would have really been much of a father material with the upbringing he had. His worse nightmare was perhaps inflicting on his children the same pain he had had to endure during his childhood — the idea scared him shitless. But one day, they talked about it. They approached the subject shyly, as if having different perspectives would have risked to break what they had. When Sirius told her it would have be nice, to have kids one day, Marlene could not suppress the wide, genuine smile that appeared on her face. “You’d really want them?” “Yes. With you, I would want them. I think I would be a shit father, but with you to balance I think they’d turn up nice” “That’s bullshit. You will be a wonderful dad.” “I will be? Not “would”?” “Yep. You will. I think we should talk about it… having kids, one day.” Sirius had never been happier.

Marlene’s family was fond of Sirius. Her parents and brother especially. And of course Euphemia and Fleamont loved Marlene — she was James’ first friend ever. Euphemia confessed them once that she had been planning their wedding since fifth year (James laughed a bit to much for Marlene’s liking after hearing that).

Marlene once had called Walburga Black a “fucking cow”. She hadn’t just called her that, she had YELLED it on the platform before taking Sirius hand and making him follow her on the train. She had heard a sneaky comment from her: it was the usual babbling about Sirius being a shame, a failure for being how he was, for hanging out with dirty mudbloods and staying at the Potters. She could not take it. Although her mother (who had intercepted her daughter’s furious expression) had tried to stop her, she had just walked over and yelled at Walburga Black, a witch from a noble and ancient family in the Magical Community, that she was a fucking cow. Around lots, lots of people. Sirius thought he had never loved her more.

Once Sirius told her he wanted to shave his beard, and she screamed, horrified and threatened not to have sex with him for a month if he really did it.

For his 23rd birthday, Marlene gifted him a handful of Polaroids of her nudes, along with his real present. Sirius remained in total awe for a few seconds and then looked at her like a puppy who has received the best toy ever. He really was a simple man, not needing much to be happy.

Sirius couldn’t cook for shit. He could barely prepare a toast without burning something. And most of the time, when he was hungry, he forgot he could use magic. That meant he was not able to surprise her with breakfast in bed or some thing like that — okay, he knew how to make coffee or how to spread jam on bread, he was not that dumb. Anyway, Marlene used to tease him by saying he would starve if she refused to cook for the rest of his days. “I can always eat you, you know” “You are incredible, Black”

7th year’s St Valentine’s Day was perhaps the worst one Marlene had spent in her seventeen years on the Earth. Not that she had ever celebrated it (she hated St Valentine’s Day, the sappy promises, the fake couples who put on a good face during the trip to Hogsmeade so as to show off even if half school knew one of them was shagging someone else. She just couldn’t bear it), but that year every. single. one of her friends had a date. Lily went with James, Remus had gone to Hogsmeade with a bloke he had met in the summer, Alice went with Frank, Mary had been asked by a quite good looking boy who was part of the same club as hers, Emmeline and Dorcas went together (their first public trip after their coming out) and even Peter had managed to set up a date with a really nice girl he had had a crush on since fifth year. And Sirius… well, she supposed he was shagging three or four girls at the same time. Marlene spent most of her time in the library, catching up with her homework, and after a rather depressing lunch alone she hid herself in the Common Room who was occupied only by first and second years who could not go to the village yet. She read a book until she heard someone calling her name. She didn’t even had to turn around to know who it was. Nobody called her Lene. They walked through the empty corridors and corners of the school, perfectly comfortable with one another. He asked her what she had done that day, but she didn’t ask him back. She didn’t want to know if he had gone to Hogsmeade with someone. What she didn’t know was that, yes, he had gone to the village… to buy her flowers. They following morning, when she woke up, she found a beautiful bouquet of tulips — her favorites — of all colors. The was no card attached and it took Lily twenty minutes to convince Marlene that they really were for her.

Marlene’s dream had always been to visit Paris. When she was ten, she promised herself that she would only have gone with the love of her life — Marlene pretended to be nauseated by romance, but the truth was that she was a hopeless romantic herself. She kept the promise. One year or so into their relationship, Sirius and Marlene stayed in Paris for a week. One night they went to a bar and returned to the apartment quite intoxicated and extremely horny, so the usual. They shagged everywhere, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, by the fucking window, not caring who could see them. Once they were finished, they were laying on the couch, naked, only covered by a thin blanket to protect them from the chilly air, their bodies entangled. She told him about her promise. He just looked at her, his eyes full of pure love. And he told her. And it was not scary, quite the contrary, actually. “I love you” he simply said. “I love you so much, Marls” She tried to reply, but her voice was thick with emotion. He understood anyway and gently kissed her, thinking he had finally found something worth living for. And it was love, it had always been love.

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years

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Your Highness & Princess

hi! here’s a small blurb from sinking ships because i miss them so much and they’re my favorite. i kinda recommend reading sinking ships before this one bc there might be ~some~ spoilers in here!

but if you want to see more of prince!harry and guard!yn pls request for anything you’d like to read here or if you’d simply like to just talk about them then I’d be more than happy to chat about my beloved couple!

word count: 1515 (not proofread!)

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“Are you excited?”

You looked at Gemma through the mirror as she smiled joyfully at you. Pursing your lips, you nodded before giving her a small smile.

“Very.”

It was yours and Harry’s wedding day, and you couldn’t be more excited to finally be bound to him forever—well, officially. Everything had happened quite fast; when Harry ran away from his own wedding and when you proposed to him, the two of you sailed off to Italy as that was the plan. One month ago, you had asked him, for your six-year anniversary, if he’d want to get married the following month; he happily said ‘yes.’ You thought that there was no way you were going to be able to pull off a wedding with such little time, especially in a different country. But Harry made sure he kept his promise. Although there wasn’t any rush to get married, he still couldn’t wait to call you his wife, so he made sure that he got everything in order for the special day.

He was quite involved in the wedding planning, which you were very thankful for. He gave his opinions and ideas when you asked for it, instead of telling that it was up to you or whatever you liked. Harry made sure that you didn’t stress over the wedding, and you certainly didn’t with him by your side.

Telling everyone that you two wanted invited was a hassle—that was the only thing you two were really stressed about. As talked about before, you two only really wanted twenty, the most thirty, people. And planning and booking a trip to Italy on short notice wasn’t the most stress-free plan for your guests, but fifteen people had RSVP’ed for a seat, which you were really happy about.

Most of the people who were going to the wedding were from Harry’s list. He had a few friends that he had gotten close to throughout the years and remained friends with when he ran away from the Royal House. From your list, Maria and a couple of friends that were staff of the Royal Family.

Your face was coated with makeup, giving you coverage and a glow to your skin as your eye makeup was simple—a champagne glitter to match your dress.

A knock on the door of the hotel room was heard; Gemma opened it to reveal her boyfriend, Sebastian.

“Hi, babe. You look gorgeous.” He gave her a kiss to her lips carefully, not wanting to ruin her lipstick. You were happy they had ended up together. Apparently, Gemma told the Queen about her relationship with Sebastian, and she wasn’t happy whatsoever; saying that both of her grandchildren were disappointments, but she didn’t kick her out like she did with Harry. Elaine simply couldn’t care anymore, she was tired of being disappointed, especially by her own family. So, Gemma moved out, Sebastian quit his job, and now, they were living in an apartment in Paris with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

Speaking of the Queen, she hadn’t come to the wedding because she wasn’t invited, end of.

“He’s ready,” Sebastian told Gemma, but loud enough so you could hear. You smiled to yourself, nerves settling in as there were only just about twenty minutes left until you get to walk down the aisle to your love, your anchor. “Y/N, you look great.”

“Thanks, Sebastian. How’s he doing?” You asked nervously.

“Pretty good. Pretty nervous.” You nodded, smiling gratefully at him. Sebastian and Gemma chatted a bit before he left the room.

Now, it was time for you to change and finally see your Prince.

When Sebastian got back to Harry’s hotel room, Harry shot up from the couch.

“How is she?” He asked. Sebastian chuckled, thinking you two are perfectly made for each other.

“Pretty good. Pretty nervous.” Harry nodded, muttering an ‘okay.’ “She looks great, by the way. She’s almost ready.”

“Okay, perfect.”

Time had gone by quickly as the guests were seated and Harry was at the front of the altar. He grasped his hands together to prevent them from shaking so much because despite knowing that you wouldn’t leave him hanging, this was it. The moment had finally arrived.

A woman who worked at the hotel started playing the cello beautifully as everyone stood up. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a bit. Once he opened them, you rounded the corner, making your way onto the grass as you started walking towards your forever.

It was a dream that you two talked about—getting married in the garden with the flowers blooming ever so beautifully, a champagne dress on your body, and everyone that you two loved and cherished were present. A dream come true, you thought.

A few tears slipped down Harry’s face, and he was quick to wipe them. You were so beautiful in his eyes, you always were, and it was just now hitting him that you and him were finally getting married. You smiled at him fondly, slightly pouting at his tears as a few of them prickled your eyes, trying to get to him as quick as you can.

Once you were close to the end of the aisle, he met you there, reaching a hand for you. He wanted so badly to kiss you already as he missed an entire night's worth of no kisses, so he sufficed for the back of your hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Princess,” he whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Harry blushed, mouthing ‘I love you’ as you did the same.

The minister began the ceremony, and it was a quick one, only saying a short story about you and Harry before it was time for the vows. The two of you decided to do your own personal vows, and Harry was first. He took out the piece of paper from his pocket as he began to read.

“My love, Y/N. You are the very reason my heart is full of love and is beating as hard as it always is. You have given me so much love and compassion throughout the years we’ve known each other, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you give me that love.” Harry took a small pause as he started sniffling. You sniffled, already wiping the test that slipped down your face, comfortingly rubbed the back of the hand that was free, encouraging him to continue. “We’ve been through so much, the good and the bad, the tears and the laughs, and everything in between. But something that we haven’t done was walk away from each other, and I promise, for the rest of my life that I will never walk away from you. I promise I will give you my love, devotion, and compassion a little more than what you give me because you deserve all the world has to offer. I promise to love you forever, my dream girl, my ship, my Princess, and my heart.”

By the end of his vows, you were full on crying, and you could care less about how your makeup looked right now because all you could focus on were Harry’s words. But now, it was your turn.

“Harry, as simple as it sounds, I love you so entirely much. You’ve taught me so much throughout the years; to never give up, to love with my whole heart, and to be the best I could be. You’ve given me the strength and helped me when I couldn’t deal with it anymore. You held my problems on your shoulders when I didn’t want to handle it because you're selfless like that. You always put everyone that you love before you. My love, I promise to give you strength, to support you, to only lift you up, and to love you for the rest of my life. You are my anchor, my dream boy, the love of my life, and my Prince.”

The two of you were filled with tears down your faces, and Harry almost leaned in to kiss you, but the guests had shouted and warned him that it wasn’t time to kiss yet. Everyone laughed, including the two of you as Harry put his hands up on defense.

The two of you exchanged rings, kissing each other’s ring finger after it was placed delicately and beautiful on your fingers.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Harry, you may kiss your bride.” Harry acted fast, pulling you in to place a loving and official kiss to your lips to sign your marriage. The guests cheered, whistled, and clapped, incredibly happy for the newlyweds.

“My wife,” Harry muttered against your lips.

You giggled. “Husband.”

Pulling away, the two of you faced the crowd instead of getting completely lost in each other. You held his hand as you walked down the aisle as you gleamed with love and happiness.

You felt incredibly happy and were filled with joy as this was your happily ever after; right here with Harry.

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evenmoregreener · 3 years

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Questionnaire of Laruku from B-PASS magazine (March. 1995)

Another translation of a translation from Russian. This "interview" was translated for Russian l'arc fan-club in 2018. I haven't found any other English translations on the net, so I decided that it will be interesting for you to read something like this. All credits are down below, big thank you to the original translator, what a great woman!

The original Russian text has some typos plus English isn't my first language, that's why text might seem a bit of strange. About special signs: (translator's note) - notes of an original translator; "*" - my own notes; (?) - neither me nor the original translator understood the context. Please, enjoy!

1. Date of birth Hyde: 13th of Friday Tetsu: 3 of October Ken: 28th of November, Sagittarius Sakura: Secret 2. Blood type Н: Color of the blood - red Т: А or 0 К: АВ S: The hot blood of a man runs in my veins 3. Place of birth Н: Jelsarem's Rod Т: Kansai К: Alaska’s native S: Kingdom of Nerima (Nerima is a ward in Tokyo, where Sakura was born - translator's note) 4. Height, weight, shoe size, visual acuity Н: “?” Т: Small, light, 24,5 – 25 cm К: 178 cm, 56 kg, shoe – 25,5 cm S: 5 feet 8 inches, 120 feet, 10 inches, about 1,0 and 1,0 5. Body size Н: As in the previous Т: I don’t know К: I prefer В 85, W 58 H 88 S: “Nice body” 6. Which musical instruments and how many years do you play? Н: I've been playing guitar for 9 years Т: 11 years on bass К: From about high school S: Secret 7. Where did you work? Н: Mister Donats Т: At the record store К: Jewelry store, tutor S: Secret 8. Skills Н: Shaolin martial arts, second dan Т: Calligraphy К: Youth baseball S: Secret 9. Hobby and special abilities (besides music) Н: Bite Т: Radio controlled models К: Tetris S: To make people do something

10. Philosophy of life Н: Do not stick sticks into the rice Т: I sleep today for tomorrow, tomorrow I sleep for today. (a phrase from manga - translator's note) К: Hurry slowly S: Live today 11. Real name Н: Jiji Т: Teppi К: Jakenosuke S: Sakurajima Samuel Tarot

12. Favorite musicians Н: Depeche mode Т: Me К: The The (an English new wave band — translator's note) S: Ishihara Yūjirō (Japanese actor, singer, film producer - translator's note) 13. Favorite celebrity Н: Takeda Tetsuya (Japanese singer and actor - translator's note) Т: Me К: Isshiki Sae (Japanese actress — translator's note) S: Saburo Ishikura (Japanese actor - translator's note) 14. Respected people Н: Yoshitada Hirai * Т: Me К: Professor Ichinose S: Takakura Ken (Japanese actor - translator's note) 15. Favorite films and films that you’ve recently watched Н: The Omen. Recently watched Jurassic Park. Т: Favorite film – The Outsider, recently watched “Cría cuervos” (Spanish film of 1976 - translator's note) К: Perfect World, cried when watched, although usually I don't cry during films S: Jingi Naki Tatakai (Battles Without Honor and Humanity) 16. Favorite books (including manga) and books that you’ve recently read Н: Stephen King. Recently read compilation that’s called Night Souls (?). Pretty interesting. Т: «Harper’s Bazaar», Vogue Italia, recently read Matsumoto Hitoshi’s “Isho”. К: «Kirin», about motorcycles, novels for men. It’s a bit of awkward, but I buy Young Rose which I love to read for a long time. S: I can't list everything. 17. Alcohol and tobacco Н: Both, about 10 years already. Alcohol – a little, tobacco – one piece. ** Т: I don’t smoke. Alcohol – yes, except sake, I drink rarely though. К: I love Kassis, always have it at home, drink 2-3 times a week. I don’t smoke right now. S: Any alcohol, I can drink a lot. Per day I smoke more than two packs (Seven Star) 18. Do you love animals? Do you have any pets? Н: I do, but I have allergy. Т: I do. I had 5 dogs and one cat, now I don’t. К: I love obedient and loving. S: More than pets I love girls. 19. The concert that left the strongest impression Н: GASTUNK in EGG PLANT (legendary club in Osaka of 80’s - translator's note) Т: Shiki-Yakou (the name of tour Dead End of 1985) К: In Aichi Kinrou Kaikan (concert hall in Nagoya — translator's note) S: Radio concert Anikies (Dankon Anikies – fictional band that was made up by ken, sakura and kyo (Die in Cries), when ken and sakura were guests at kyo’s radio program «kyo MIDNIGHT　ROCK　CITY» on 9th of December, 1994 - translator's note) 20. Three most beloved albums Н: Some Great Reward of Depeche Mode, God’s Own Medicine of The Mission, La Vie En Rose of D'erlanger*** Т: Laruku’s new album, Tierra, Dune К: Black Sabath – Heaven & Hell; Cure - Disintegration; Kisugi Takao (Japanese singer and composer - translator's note) - Best collection S: Secret 21. Recently bought CDs and your impressions of them Н: No Т: Second Coming/The Stone Roses К: Suede (Britpop band - translator's note) S: Secret 22. Concert that you visited recently Н: Haven't been on the concerts for about a year, but sometimes before Shibuya live watched Modern Choki Chokies (a Japanese pop band from the early 1990s - translator's note) Т: Echobelly (a British rock band — translator's note) К: kyo-chan’s solo S: Secret 23. TV shows that you often watch and radio shows that you often listen to Н: Doramas and MIDNIGHT ROCK CITY Т: TV – BEAT UK, I don't listen to radio К: Yoru-ni dakarete (dorama of 1994 - translator's note), though it has already ended. I don’t listen to radio, since I don’t have one S: I’m interested neither in TV nor radio 24. Favorite dish, favorite color and flower Н: Japanese cuisine. Monochrome color. Flowers that grow well in an apartment, even if they are not watered Т: Sushi, tillandsia, cacti, I like all of the colors К: Favorite dish – ice cream, caviar, sushi. Favorite flower – orchid. Favorite color – silver S: Anton rib (dish that was mentioned in Kinnikuman - translator's note), sakura, black 25. Musical instruments that you can play and ones that you want to learn to play Н: Guitar, bass, acoustic guitar, would like to learn to play flute. Т: Several guitars and basses К: Guitar, bass, synthesizer. Would like to learn how to play saxophone S: Variety which you can find in stores 26. Thing that you want the most right now Н: Hot blood of some girl. Т: Sharp Zaurus P1-5000 К: Onsen, pool S: “?” 27. How do you spend your weekend? Н: Sleep Т: Vacantly К: Go back and forth S: Stay under the waterfall 28. What do you do when you are all alone at home? Н: Sleep and writing lyrics Т: Play the guitar, listen to music К: Watch TV… S: Drumming Japanese drums 29. A dream that you have seen lately. Н: Back at night souls of dead sheep were hurrying through the window, I was worried where they are going. I told Sakura: when the sheep will come back, let’s go after them, but they didn’t come back. Т: A dream where I somehow ended up eating sushi in America. К: Relocation S: In loincloth and a bandage on the head I wandered in a stormy sea. And that was awesome! 30. Most attractive feature Н: Compact, compact and compact Т: “?” К: Ankles. Strong side: strong legs. Weak side: often catch cold. S: 31. Role in the band. Н: Probably, bringing everybody together Т: President К: Am-group (?) S: Educator of the head of singing monkeys 32. Describe in one word what Laruku is Н: Cloudy sky after heavy rain Т: Rock band К: Rainbow S: Soul of a man 33. What do you expect from the other band members? Н: I’d like everybody to stay as healthy as they are now Т: Perfection К: Rainbow! S: Soul of a man 34. Where do you want to go abroad? Н: Paris Т: To America К: Any countries where I could live. To drive back and forth S: Country on the shore of the Japanese Sea 35. Where have you been? Where have you recently traveled? Н: During the vacation in September traveled to Nagano to visit Osamu's house four years later, I would like to live calmly in the district of Karuizawa station. Т: To Okinawa. It was beautiful. К: Morocco. It was hot. S: In Morocco I saw the waves of the Atlantic Ocean 36. What do you recommend to see in your hometown? Н: On the roof of Nisshou haitsu Т: A lot of yankees. К: The view on the fast stream S: Secret 37. Enjoyable things that you like during tours (except for concerts) Н: Food Т: Except for concerts, nothing (laughs) К: You can overeat S: Meet different locals with the soul of a man 38. What do you definitely do before the concert, what do you pay special attention to? Н: I am in a deep thought Т: I listen to Metallica at full volume К: Going to a toilet S: Warm up and stretch of the muscles 39. What do you pay special attention to before the interview? Н: I find out the topic Т: So as not to be late К: I try to be serious S: Worried about whether I can express and tell about my masculine soul 40. What do you carry with you all the time? Н: Watch and two bracelets because I like them Т: Nothing К: Bracelet, necklace - I feel uncomfortable without them S: Pants 41. Memorable thing Н: The bracelet that I bought when I first came abroad. I really wanted it, but pretended that I am not interested, and bargained. But since there is no set price, I don’t know if it’s cheap or not. Т: No К: Various guitars, they are associated with different memories. S: Secret 42. Three biggest news in the last six months Н: 1. Motoka’s wedding. 2. The house in front of my window was demolished. 3. Because of the house, which has now been built, the lighting has become worse. Т: Promotion trip; creation of an official fan club; award from the director! К: Couldn't go to the sea. Swam in a pool in Morocco. Was in onsen. S: Secret 43. Plans for the end of the previous year and the beginning of the new Н: Composing music and lyrics Т: Car driving and karaoke К: Continue visiting onsen. S: Polish my masculine soul 44. Your personal plans for 1995 Н: Enjoy work Т: Become an artist № 1 К: Necessarily swim in the sea. Master the butterfly S: Gain a soul of a man 45. Music that you listened to this morning or last night Н: Laruku’s new song T: Morning call from the manager K: Maribeth S: Pink Floyd 46. Dish that turns out well when you are cooking Н: Chinese cuisine Т: I can't cook К: Ikuradon S: Sashimi 47. The image of the ideal woman Н: An optimistic and domestic woman Т: No К: Fujiko-chan S: That looks like Shiraishi Hitomi (Japanese actress - translator's note) 48. Favorite sport Н: No Т: No К: No S: Judo 49. If I were born again... Н: I would like to become an astronaut and fly into space Т: I would like to be genius К: I would like to be a dolphin S: I would like to be a woman, in order to live and not talk nevermore about the "soul of a man" 50. Goals in life Н: Enjoy the rest of the years Т: It’s a secret К: Live a long life S: Soul of a man 51. One word for readers of our magazine Н: If you're not careful, I'll bite you! Т: Nice to meet you К: Hello, this is Ken. I'll continue in answer 52 S: Life in a loincloth and headband 52. Free theme Н: Woof Т: Nowadays Laruku are fully different! К: In 1996 I want to perform a lot at concerts. That is why we definitely will meet, so look forward! S: And this year there will be Anikies!

* Marked in credits to HYDE’s “Roentgen” album as an art director and designer. ** Probably he meant one pack. *** Was covered by HYDE in D’ERLANGER TRIBUTE ALBUM ~Stairway to Heaven~.

Translation from Japanese: Liubov Chachanidze aka Diana_ Translation into English by me (The Green Explosion inc.)

Original: https://diary.ru/~l20arc-en-ciel/p216393417_anketa-iz-zhurnala-b-pass-za-mart-1995-goda.htm

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Finding Home- Dabi x Fem! Reader

This is my submission for Day 6 Places of @konoblog-simps server collab

Warning: Angst, Lots of Fluff, Soft Dabi

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Leaving everything behind was the best decision he’d ever made. He was finally free, especially after emptying the bank account his father had for him. Nothing was holding him back. The few days after the big fight the anger was still there. It didn’t come to any physical blow but felt as if there had been. There was no looking back now, he will no longer be the unwanted son. He could change his name, his personality, and his whole story. He could be the person he truly wanted to be.

His first destination was the small city of Takayama in the Gifu Prefecture. The city always held a special appeal to him since it was known for the olden style of Japanese Culture. Something he’d always been interested in since a young boy. He stayed at the Hida Takayama Hostel for a few days. On the last night, he decided to stay at the Takayama Ouan with its breathtaking view of the city. It was here where the two of you met. Both of you spent your time talking about your future dreams and plans, and just enjoyed one another’s company.

The next morning he was planning on moving to a small picturesque town in the southern islands of Japan. ‘It was the perfect beginning to his new life.’ he told you. You decided to join him before continuing your next adventure. Here, the two of you spent two days watching the perfect sunsets the beach was named after. Most people didn’t pay any attention to you both assuming you were lovers lost in the moment.

You two exchanged numbers, in case your paths were fated to cross again. He left for Singapore, and you to South Korea. The few days spent with you left a wonderful impression on Dabi. The following days since Japan Dabi couldn’t stop thinking of you. The way your face lit up when talking about something you were passionate about, or the way you giggled when you were excited. It was those honest and earnest emotions from you he truly enjoyed. The memories helped him on the long and tedious train ride from Singapore through Malaysia. He got off a few times to get food or walk around.

Every stop he thought of calling or texting but restrained himself from doing so. He didn’t want to seem needy or clingy. A week later, when he was staying at a little hostel in Kluang in Malaysia, sipping on the most delectable cup of coffee when his phone chimed from you. You had sent greetings and wished him well. You had traveled through Russian and sent pictures of yourself at the Kremlin. How happy you looked in your picture. He wished he would’ve just joined you at that moment. He sent back well wishes and shared that he was currently enjoying a cup of coffee, with the promise to be the first one to text next time.

As the world trek continued for him, he found himself wandering through China trying all the delicacies he had heard about as he traveled. He spent a few days looking at the pandas, walked along the Silk Road, and saw the Terracotta Army before making his way through Mongolia, and taking in the breathtaking scenery of the grasslands. From Mongolia, he headed to Russia.

When he arrived at the Kremlin in Moscow, he stood exactly where you did, and snapped an identical picture to yours. He texted it to you as soon as he took it. He wore a small smile. You had texted him you were enjoying the beautiful colors of the Grecian seas, and how delectable the food was. He promised to visit Greece as soon as he could but had wanted to visit Mumbai, India first. You smiled knowing that you weren’t truly on this trek alone.

A few weeks had passed after the last text. You decided to text him to check on him. You found out he had been to see Mumbai, and sat on the famous Konkan coast. He also went to Jaipur to try Rajasthani cuisine and the street food in New Delhi. From there he went to Greece to learn and see the architecture of Athens, see the beautiful city of Santorini and see the first university in Greece.

He currently was in Lyon, France, while you were staying in Paris. He had plans to come to Paris in a couple of days. You made plans with him to meet in three days in Paris at a little restaurant called La Maison Rose in Montmartre. You were excited to see him, to say the least. You spent that morning going through all of the clothes you packed only to choose basic black slacks and a black shirt.

When you arrived you saw Dabi sitting at a table he definitely stood out against the Pink building. Your breath caught in your throat looking at him. When he looked up he saw you smiling. You knew that most people stared at him most of the time, and he did a good job ignoring them most of the time. However, with you, he seemed to fidget under your gaze. You weren’t sure if it was because you made him uncomfortable or if he was just like that.

“Hello, Y/N.” He greeted you with a kiss on each cheek. You felt electricity run through your body.

“Hello, how have you been? How is your trip going?” You asked with excitement. The two of you shared the highs and lows of your adventures, the pictures, and every ridiculous story you could. When the day got later you and Dabi grabbed dinner and wine. The feel of the city may have gotten to you, or perhaps it was the alcohol. You took Dabi back to your room and participated in evening affairs, as two lovers would do. This continued for another week. Waking up in his arms, enjoying the Parisian life with tourist flair, and getting to know another human through scandalous endeavors, and philosophical discussions post-coitus were the highlight of your time together.

You two had not discussed what would happen afterward, but deciding to part ways was a mutual agreement. You traveled south to Portugal and Spain, and he went north to the UK, Scotland, and Ireland. Another month had passed before you two had contact. For you, it wasn’t the most wonderful of occasions, but the positive pregnancy test you held in your hand deemed the matter important enough. You hoped he would be some sort of knight in shining armor, but you didn’t put a lot of faith in it. When you reached his voicemail all hope deflated, and you abruptly ended your trip and headed home.

Two more weeks had passed, and while you were still debating on the fate of your unborn child, you wondered what Dabi was up to. After his time in Morocco, he had traveled to Johannesburg, Durban, and then Cape Town in South Africa. When he was finally able to charge his phone properly for more than an hour, he heard your voicemail. His first thought was to call back since it had been two weeks since you had left the voicemail. You didn’t leave any clues or hints to the importance of your message, but you knew he’d call when he could.

It was early when you received his phone call you were in the middle of getting ready to work. You picked it up assuming it was your mother asking you to run an errand after work for her, or your boss asking you to work another double shift today. When your eyes looked at the name on the screen, your heart stopped for a brief second. You grew more and more nervous as you brought the phone to your ear. Without thinking, you pressed the green button.

“Hello.” Dabi’s voice said on the other line. “Hello? Y/N? Can you hear me?” His voice melts your insides. You thought back to the week you spent in Paris together tangled up in one another not caring about anything else.

“Hello?” You finally said into the phone.

“Hey, I am sorry about not calling you back sooner. I haven’t been able to charge my phone properly for some time. How are you doing? How’s your trek going?” His voice seemed light and carefree with a hint of exhaustion.

“Yeah. I am good. I have been back home for about 6 weeks.” You told him as nonchalantly as you could.

“Is something wrong? Are you okay? I thought you had another two weeks left?” His voice was gentle and full of surprise.

“Actually, I have something to tell you. The reason I ended my trip so abruptly was that I found out I was pregnant.” You felt nauseated from telling him. On the other line, you heard some shouting.

“Sorry, Y/N. I have got to go, but I will call you again as soon as I can.” Dabi rushed to say before hanging up the phone. The news hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t remember exactly where you said you were from. He hoped he could find you on any social media site and figure it out from there. After an hour of searching, he figured out you lived in a small town in California. He immediately booked a flight to the closest Airport and hoped that would be enough.

Three days later without any phone calls or news from Dabi, you gave up. You figured that if he really cared, he would’ve called, or at least text you. You were in the middle of your day off when you heard the doorbell ring. Your mother was home for the day and you let her answer the door. From your room, you heard a deep voice speaking with your mother, but you couldn’t make out the words.

“I am very sorry ma’am, I was hoping to find Y/N here, but it seems I have the wrong house. Have a pleasant day.” Dabi spoke and turned around to leave. You rushed down the stairs and saw him.

“Dabi!” You cried out. He lifted his head at the sound of your voice. You tore down the stairs and straight into his arms. You hugged him as hard as you possibly could. You were astonished to see him standing before you, you started to cry. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair. He stood and let you cry. Your mom walked away to let you two have a moment. After some time, you seemed to have calmed down. Dabi got down on one knee and proposed to you. You happily agreed.

In the months following, Dabi found a full-time job and rented an apartment for the two of you and the baby. You had a small wedding with your family present. A couple of years after the baby was born and you felt more stable, you planned a vacation for the three of you. You wanted to surprise Dabi and try to reconnect him with his family. After many phone calls to his parents when he wasn’t home. The three of you made your trip back to Japan. You thought back to where it all began on that serendipitous meeting. When you arrived at the airport you were met with open arms from Dabi’s family. You learned about his life growing up and his real name, which you promised to call him only when he was in real trouble.

In a quiet moment alone, Dabi took you aside, kissed you passionately, and thanked you for bringing him home to his family. A few days later, his mother and father thanked you as well. They loved seeing him as a loving husband, and doting parent, but most importantly you brought him back to them. Now their family was whole again.

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years

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As Far As Friends Go

Chapter 26 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; ... Chapter 25)

The Last Chapter - May 1946

Emily’s mother frittered about smoothing the creases of Emily’s dress and plucking at non-existent lint.

“Mom, mom...mother!” Emily waved her mother away. “Let it be, I’m fine,” she tried to keep her voice calm.

Her mother took a step back with her mouth pursed. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Mom,” Emily raised her eyebrows in warning.

Her mother had the decency to direct her judgmental look at the floor. “It’s just,” she said in a hushed voice, “a divorcee?”

“Yes,” Emily said dryly, somehow this subject continued to come up. Emily probably wouldn’t have told her parents that Nixon was divorced if it could have been avoided. However, between the end of the war and the scramble to prepare for their future, the last year had been a whirlwind. “But let’s not forget, he was also a Captain!” That title had originally excited her parents when she first broke the news of their engagement, before they had learned the wedding had to be postponed until Nixon’s separation from Kathy was finalized.

That reminder seemed to perk Emily’s mother up slightly, “yes, a Captain. It was really quite nice of Lewis’ family to contribute as much as they did,” the compliment sounded obligatory. Emily’s mother would never truly comment on the Nixon’s wealth, it was undignified. But Emily was sure that fact somewhat amended Lewis’ disgraced martial status in her mother’s mind.

“Your father wasn’t pleased about it but you know how he can get. He wants to be the one to give you everything,” her mother continued. Emily began to tune out her mother’s ramblings. Once again she found herself wishing for more female friends so that she didn’t have to endure this time alone with her mother. Unfortunately, her cousins all had babies to attend to and had already excused themselves from the dressing room.

A knock at the door sounded and Emily felt instant relief. Finally, some sort of distraction from her nerves. She moved to open the door but her mother beat her to it. The door opened to the apprehensive face of George Luz, “uh, hi,” he said to Emily’s mother. Then his eyes landed on Emily. George let out a low whistle, “wowza, you look incredible!” he said appreciatively.

Emily blushed and smoothed her skirt, “thank you, George.”

“I got somethin’ here for ya,” George held up an envelope. He glanced at her mother for permission and her mother stepped aside to let him in. “Well,” George said, “Joe had it for ya but it was easier for me to run it over, because, well you know,” he shrugged and handed her the letter heavy with postage.

It was addressed in Marwa’s handwriting; her sweet friend had remained in Europe and was unable to make the trip to Chicago. But Emily and Nixon had made plans to meet up with her over their honeymoon

“Who’s that from, dear?” Emily’s mother asked.

“A friend, remember the nurse?” Emily responded already opening the envelope.

“Which nurse? I don’t remember a particular nurse.. oh that Arab girl?”

Emily shot George a look. “Mrs. Rooney is it?” George interrupted, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” Emily mouthed her gratitude to him as he directed her mother to the settee. George winked and held up a thumb behind her mother’s back. “You know I’ve never been to Indiana, are there many churches there? I wouldn’t want to go if there wasn’t anywhere to attend mass on Sunday,” George’s flattery faded away as Emily turned her attention to the letter.

Marwa’s beautiful calligraphy transported Emily back to the last time she saw her friend. Their goodbye had been tearful, mostly on Emily’s part. But the friends had stuck to their commitment to write. It was in a letter to Marwa that Emily first put into words Nixon’s unconventional proposal.

Nearly a year ago Emily had stood beside Nixon looking down into the breathtaking Bavarian landscape from a balcony in Hitler’s Eagles Nest.

“Lew,” she placed a cautious hand on his hip, “what’s next for you?” It was a loaded question. Deployment to the Pacific was still an option. Emily was free to return to the states when she pleased but so many things between her and Nixon remained unresolved. The past few weeks had been a dream supplemented by good food and beautiful scenery. Emily had felt hope return to her - hope that extended beyond the end of the war. She wanted to know what life would look like next year, five years from now, and beyond. The first step in preparing for the future was to find out where Nixon saw himself.

Life had returned to Nixon the past few weeks; the receding war and his submission to Emily’s love had begun to heal him. Their time in Bavaria had been a relative heaven, but a temporary heaven.

Nixon pulled his gaze away from the captivating view to look into the grey eyes that had guided him through so much. “Dick and I are going to re-deploy to the Pacific,” he said matter-of-factually. There was no sugar coating it. He and Emily had found their sweet spot of upfront honesty.  

Emily nodded as if she had expected as much, “and then?” she asked.

Nixon had hoped she would ask that. He had seen the footage coming out of the Pacific - he needed her hope to get him out alive, he needed her to have a vision of ‘after’. “Well, I’ll go back to New Jersey, marry you and I don’t know, buy a house or something,” he leaned on the balcony.

An impulsive smile spread across Emily’s face, “marry me? Di- did you just propose to me, Lewis?”

He smirked, “I suppose I did.”

Emily narrowed her eyes playfully at him, “you suppose? Do you even want to marry me?”

“People get married all the time for many different reasons, they’re lucky if it’s for love. You should understand that better than anyone,” Nixon said, “and I love you, so yeah I want to marry you.”

Emily bit her lip to keep the smile from overtaking her face, “well who say’s I want to marry you?”

“If you were smart, you’d marry me now and hope I get blown up over Tokyo. Take me for everything that I’m worth,” Nixon joked darkly.

“Lewis!” Emily smacked his arm. He chuckled. “That’s terrible,” she admonished him, “besides I’m pretty sure Kathy beat me to that.”

“Touche.”

“That is the question though…” Emily’s tone turned serious.

“Yeah,” Nixon turned back to look out onto the landscape, “are you up to waiting for me?”

“I’ve already waited years for you to come around, what’s another few?”

Luckily, they only had to wait a year. Now, Emily found herself standing at the entrance of a grand room dressed in white holding onto her fathers arm for dear life. The loss of the marital sacrament had been a blow to her parents but after a lot of tears they had accepted that their daughter was getting married in a club hall, not a church. Emily couldn’t be bothered where she got married. Planning the wedding had been exhausting and distracting from what she’d actually been interested in planning: the honeymoon. Emily had spent far too much time mediating between her mother and her future mother-in-law.

The first couple of months back in the states, Emily had been a guest at the Nixon’s many properties along the eastern seaboard. New York City had been fun, until her mother came to visit and meet her future in-laws. Though cordial, the mothers seemed to agree on very little. However, they did manage to unite in order to bully Emily into wearing the gaudy ring Lewis had bought her out of obligation.

But Emily didn’t consider that her real engagement ring - it was simply for appearances sake. The ring she would wear as his wife would be a gold band engraved with flora. Nixon and Emily had picked it up in Paris on their way home to the states. That was all Emily had wanted. It was more fitting; a simple testament to how they had grown as individual’s and in their relationship. An ornate diamond strongly juxtaposed the world in which they had fallen in love.

As the wide doors to the hall swung open, Emily’s father squeezed her hand. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered. Emily looked up at him in shock but her ever stoic father was already looking straight ahead as if nothing had been said. But his words were monumental, that’s all she had ever wanted to hear from him.

The view down the aisle seemed incredibly long. The people who sat closest to the door were the people Emily knew the least; family friends from her parents church, the Nixons’ obligatory invitees. Emily’s hand grew sweaty around her bouquet as she gritted her teeth into a smile. She didn’t want any of them to see how nervous she was.

She began to relax as her father led her past the faces of her friends who sat closer to the front; her first co-workers from the O.S.S., the grinning faces of Harry Welsh, Frank Perconte and Babe Heffron. Emily’s throat closed with emotion as she passed Bill Guarnere and Joye Toye who wobbled, but leaned on each other, both determined to stand for the bride. Joe Toye smiled and nodded slightly from where he stood, “not just a work-wife,” he whispered jokingly as she passed. Emily’s giggle sounded nervous but confidence surged within her at his acknowledgement. Finally, the view of the altar was clear in Emily’s vision; she saw Dick Winters standing proudly beside Nixon. Suddenly, she felt so overwhelmed by emotion that she could hardly bring herself to look at her future husband.

George Luz was the first person to greet them at the end of the aisle. Emily focused all of her nerves on his steady smile. With a wink, he took Emily’s bouquet and made room for her mother to adjust her train. And then Emily was looking into the face of Lewis Nixon. The rest of the world melted away as he gazed into her sparkling grey eyes.

Everything that had happened to them the last couple of years had culminated into this very moment. It was in the moments without each other’s touch that they had learned to love each other; they had grown wiser with each fight, stronger with each shared moment of vulnerability, and in deprivation they craved only to give the other the world. Neither of them would have expected that they would end this way. That’s because this was by no means an ending; this was the beginning of life renewed.

Nixon took Emily’s trembling hands in his steady ones. “Finally,” he said with a smirk.

The End.

THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who read this story. This was my first long fanfiction story and all of your support kept me motivated and encouraged to keep writing. Love you all <3

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girlfriendofwinchesters · 3 years

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imagine dating and marrying Snape (without Dark Lord, without Voldermort)

The first time I write on tumblr

It was just some that I had in my head that I had to relieve and I'm sorry if I wrote a lot

when she saved him from a joke in the transfiguration class after they went in pairs for homework (you don't like it either), making James, Sirius and Peter detained.

You were dressed that you were in love when he defended you from Lily, after you cast a spell on James and the two were already dating

He dreamed he was in love, when in the midst of all he defended him against Sirius and James

The first kiss happened when you were in the astronomy tower, followed by the first sentence:

- Sev, do you still like Lily? - I don't know, I'm not sure, but I still feel a little strength for her! - You should start trying to like someone else! - I wanted it to be easy, but it's just me! - I interested in you, you are my type! - Such that? You are beautiful, intelligent, more sociable than me, even Sirius has already given up on you! - I don't know, I don't know if I fell in love with my best antisocial friend, emo, big nose, and according to him he was ugly! - What? - Hey? - Do You like me! - Specifically, I love you Severus! - I love you too, S / N.

The first time they had a relationship was in the Slytherin dorm, it was Christmas and you knew that Snape was sleeping alone in the dorm and you ask if he could and he says that taking you to your room, he was clinging and getting hands silly

You met his mother last year at King Cross station, you two got along really well

- Y / N, this is my mother, Eillen Snape! - Nice to meet you, Snape talks a lot about you! - Nice to meet you, Snape also talked a lot about you, but did not say that you were so beautiful! - Thank you too! - It seems that the two of you are doing very well together!

He only made an official dating request when you graduated from Hogwarts:

- Y / N, you know very well that when we get off the train, we may never see each other again. - No! I will never let you demand 10 owls for you! - Yes, I know, but diverting done this before. Wants to date me? Officially? - Yes right! Just the end of the world to end what I feel for you! - You are the best thing that happened in my life!

you were insecure about Snape with feelings for Lily

But her insecurity when you realized that Snape wasn’t looking at her anymore

And also the way he loved you, seemed to be stronger than anything

Snape understood that Lilian was now his past and what he felt for her was nothing compared to what he felt for you

His life was changing with you around, he was no longer a teenager, he was sure he wanted you on his side

You got a job in one of the stores in Beco Diagonal, while Snape worked as a potion preparer

you can if you can, after the father's death you stay longer at home, he still preferred to live with his mother

Choose a proposal to teach at Hogwarts, but do not accept it because you did not have patience with children

he asked you to marry the two of you on a walk:

- honey, I was thinking about taking a new step in our relationship. - Hmm, what are you thinking? - Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me, so that we can be together? - Sev, this is what I want, I love you! - I love you, sweetie!

you marry a small officer with your close relatives and friends

a honeymoon was in Paris

you moved to an apartment in London completely different from edging street, it was a dark airy style more airy

you had never talked about children, you thought it was too early to think about having a baby, but that doesn't mean you didn't walk around the house it seemed like the desire had increased after the wedding

you were established, he was at the top level of a porter and you opened your own magic store for the students, they earned very well

you or maybe you just passed Eillen's new house that she had moved to see how she was doing.

you were beginning to have the idea of being a mother, of having a baby in your arms, but that was a sign.

with nausea in the morning, nauseated by Snape's perfume, slightly dizzy and you don't remember your last period, you can only be pregnant, you are going to have a test. It was just positive, you were very nervous, you had never spoken to Snape about children, and you knew he was afraid to pull his father. After dinner, you decided to tell:

- Love, your food is wonderful! - Thank you dear! I need to tell you something, this is going to change a lot! - What there was? - Snape, I'm expecting a baby! - Is he sure? - Am I right! I took a test when I went to work! - So I'm going to be a father, now I'm the happiest man in the world! - This baby is the fruit of our love! - Yes, but if I stop like Tobias? - Sev, you never were and will look like him, you are different from him!

- But how ? I thought you took all the contraceptive portions after our relationship.

- If I'm wrong, it was when we went out to celebrate the store's new business, we drank and had sex on the living room rug!

- It's not my fault that that whiskey made me believe that you were better than usual!

Snape has taken extra care of you now that he is expecting your child, he managed to stay with you in the store and in the details of the layette and the bedroom

A girl, you were pregnant with a Snape girl, Snape was completely happy, he was like that whenever you felt or laid him down and spoke to the baby:- Hi my little girl, how are you? Dad is so eager to see your face !It would be Eileen S / N Snape, the name of his little girl, with the passing of the months in Severo's care only came up, did almost nothing, he proposed to do everything to do.On delivery it was quiet, except for the perfect options. It was planned for the beginning of spring, with husband that you have everything happened smoothly Regarding baby care, you share your duties, you planned to stay up all night. he loved the baby very much, he simply played and dedicated the little girl, he was definitely different from his father. Eileen had just turned one year old, when she woke up sick with Eileen and Snape by her side, when Severus saw you heard you were pregnant you two expected to have two babies at the same time, but still the happiness had come to your home and stayed.

- I do not believe, we will have another child! - We are faster than we think, we are breeding like rabbits!

The second pregnancy was calm, a little more agitated by having another baby to take care of, but nothing to worry about. her house hers was full of toys and more colorful, Eileen was three years old, she was already manipulating magic needed care and Sebastian with two the routine was during the week taking care of the children, tidying up the mess, working and taking a few minutes to date, at the end of the week it was about walking or visiting grandma Eillen or her family after a trip in left the children with their parents, the result was no different, you were pregnant again. and for the third time I was experiencing nausea and dizziness, but Snape always had a portion near by You considered that Rowena would be the last of three siblings, your family had grown fast considering for people who never thought about having children Only five years later, Wade was born, now it was definitely the last with four children all witches, Eillen was eight years old and only had a few years to go to Hogwarts, Sebastian was seven, he was a badass, Rowena was five too and Wade only needed to worry about a few

- Dad, how is Hogwarts? - It's a wonderful place, that's where I met your mother. - Swear? - Yes, I remember how it was today, our first kiss was in the astronomy tower. - Go on, please, Daddy!

It was Eileen's year to go to Hogwarts, everyone was anxious, the six of them went to take the girl to the station

- Bye mom! Bye dad! Bye, Sebastian, Rowena and Wade!

- Take care, we will send you letters and sweets you like! - Thank you, I love you! - I'll be happy if you enter Slytherin ... - Severus Snape! - Or any other house. - I want to go now. - Sebastian, you know your year is going to be next year. - Me either! - Rowena in a few years.

Eileen joining Slytherin, Snape was so happy, he was not so happy because he knew that the sounds of Potter and Black would study together with his daughter.Eileen proved to be good in equal portions of her father.In the following, it was Sebastian's year to everyone's surprise or not, he went to Gryffindor. Snape had a small heart attack when he heard.In the third year, Snape almost died when he learned that Eileen was seeing James' son Harry.

- So Eileen, does anyone call you on your first trip to Hogmeads? - Yes, Mom, it was cool. - Who? - Harry Potter - WHAT?

Sebastian joins the Quidditch team as the top scorer in the second.

Rowena went to Ravenclaw, she was simply one of the smartest of her year.

Wade went to Hufflepuff, he became a monitor

Your children less at home, making you proud. You could be older but you still felt tension and desire for each other.

You two were with your family formed, you were happy.

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purplerose244 · 3 years

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It was always you

Hello everyone!! 😊

I’m a bit late but I really wanted to contribute to the @lukadrien-june event, I hope this is okay! Based on the third prompt, while throwing in some character study for sunshine boy! 💛

Enjoy!! 😙😙

Summary: Love was supposed to be easy, at least in his head. A pure perfect fairy tale... except it was not. Adrien takes probably more time to realize it than other people but he is getting there. Especially not alone.

Read it on the AO3 here

If there was one thing that Adrien wished he had known, before giving up homeschooling once and for all and finally starting to build a life, was that loving wasn’t nearly as simple and dreamlike as his extremely well-developed imagination had led him to believe. He truly wished that he could borrow Bunnix’ Miraculous sometimes, just to head back to that room where he used to spend his entire time on his own dreaming of himself and his soulmate and getting married at sight, and tell him that if living was hard outside, heart matters were even harder.

Love wasn’t that ideal, it wasn’t reductive.

It wasn’t nearly that basic either. It took him a while, but he had figured it out.

It had all started with Ladybug of course, most of his new experiences in the real world had started with her. He had fallen in love with her pretty much two days after meeting her… granted, being stuck into his own house for years thinking of himself as a poor prince in waiting of a savior rather than a knight out to get the princess, might had developed in him a bit of an eagerness for romance. She was smart, beautiful, courageous, resourceful and a hero, what was there not to love? Besides they were Chat Noir and Ladybug, they were meant to be… because… that was Ladybug. The moment he had realized how much he loved that image – if he used to fantasize before looked at him now –, and how he had started to slowly care less and less about knowing what was hiding behind it, that was the dealbreaker. He didn’t want to be in love with a figure, an icon for Paris, because it was what all people had always reduced him to. It would have not been a good way to start, and it would have not been fair for her either.

Getting over all those dreams about the marriage, the children and the hamster – oh the hamster, heart stay still – that he had wished for so intensely had been… easy? Not exactly, but smooth. A strong emptiness and pain that had slowly faded away with time. After all, Ladybug was never going to be far from him, and she cared about him a lot, he knew that much. He could love her, no matter what, no matter in what way.

After that singular and very one-sided experience, a spectacular sequence of disasters had made him slowly and steadily feel aware of how much messier the concept of relationships really was. One thing was dodging Chloe’s overly affectionate tendencies or his fans’ intense assaults over him; the other realizing that Kagami was ready to commit into something he wasn’t sure of, that Lila was still somehow convinced that he wanted something to do with her after all of her lies – for a fox this sly she sure was in denial… why did that sound hypocrite? –, and that Marinette had apparently harbored feelings for him almost as soon as they had met – oh yeah that was why. Life, a real, multifaced, worth living life was chaotic and confusing, it hurt, and it saddened, and he was behind everyone, struggling like mad to catch up.

Rejecting so many people he cared about had been awful. Some of his closest friends, all important parts of his life in different ways, and all because he wasn’t smart enough to understand feelings and his own clearly weren’t right. When Marinette had smiled at him with tears in her eyes, saying that it was okay and that she understood, Adrien had decided that it was enough. He wasn’t going to attempt anything else, if it always ended up with hurting someone he cared about.

He could deal with his feelings on his own, he always did, without paining anyone. There was no problem anyway, after Ladybug no one had ever shaken his heart.

No one, no one at all… and during that time, between slowly realizing that perhaps looking for wedding rings after two days sounded a little unreasonable and somehow managing to hate his face plastered all over Paris even more than before, the Music Festival had occurred, along with the awakening of Captain Hardrock. The famous tripping over the bridge had happened, a goofiness that had somehow gotten him into a band.

Him had happened. The charming, kind, intriguing guitarist of the Liberty, that had welcomed him the moment he had been there.

Luka Coffaine.

… Adrien was starting to hate his heart a little bit.

Luckily or unluckily, around that time he had found himself too caught up in his and other people’s messes to even realize how he had always unconsciously smiled at the boy whenever he was there, and how it had become normal for him to stay with him after band practice, without caring on how father could had reacted to his delay – just how dense was he about his feelings… never mind. It took Lila to finally focus on something other than plotting, Chloe to start paying attention to her own life instead of worsening others, and Marinette and Kagami to begin exchange sweet looks for him to finally find some normality to think – and develop an extremely intense fanboy soul.

Enough to realize that ever since Desperada, with the brilliant introduction of Viperion to the team, Adrien had found himself as Luka’s confidant, the only one besides Ladybug aware of his secret identity. Exciting stories, confessions, insecurities, all while the guitarist was making such an effort to communicate with words, because he trusted him enough not to judge his mind.

And Adrien was enjoying the confidence, the vicinity. A lot. Truly a lot.

… way too much for it to be normal.

It had woken him at night. He had teared up in his bed, curled on one side while Plagg had been purring next to his ear all night. It was the first time that being in love had felt this terrifying. He didn’t want to mess everything up, not again, not with Luka. The freedom he felt with being on the Liberty, the time spent with his friends in the band, the warming welcome he had always received from captain Anarka and Juleka – and by extension Rose, those two always came in pair –, and every single moment spent without having to care about who he was and what did he represent because Luka didn’t care about covers, he cared about the real music coming from people. Everything could disappear in a moment.

With that set of mind, he had spent some of the most tense moments of his life, constantly pondering about what to do next. What exactly was a person supposed to do if he liked another without making a mess? What was the alternative to confess his undying love and hope to plan a wedding at the end of his studies? Was there an alternative??

His anxious attitude had inevitably gotten the attention of his group of friends, that for some miracle hadn’t gotten tired of his denseness, especially Marinette. She hadn’t seemed to care much, especially not while distractively holding the amulet Kagami had made for her – somehow love life had made the fencer even deadlier during practice, like she was fighting was someone, impressive. It had taken them to bribe him with a new recipe of croissants from the Dupain-Cheng bakery to be forced to talk, a necessity that had exploded out of his lips the moment his friends had been gathered on Marinette’s bed to listen. The sweets had been amazing. Just a bit salty… but that was probably because he hadn’t been able to talk without tearing up all over the food.

At the end of the discussion, Marinette had squeaked so loudly his ears had started to ring.

“You have to confess and get together, you two would be a great couple!” To which he had responded that he didn’t want to risk it, especially since he didn’t know how it was going to end.

Alya had slammed her hands over her own knees – ouch –, standing up.

“You have to man up! Don’t think about what could happen, go for it and make him yours!” To which he had said that he didn’t want to be insensitive again in case it didn’t go well – also that that kind of wording was a little confusing, enough to turn him bright red.

Then Nino had looked up from his phone, looking a little baffled. He had changed too, considering that love matters used to make him all nervous.

“Why don’t you ask him out first and see how it goes from there? You don’t have to become boyfriends if it feels too soon.” The table had gone silent, all eyes were on the DJ, who simply arched an eyebrow. “… you do know you can go on a date with someone, realize that it’s not working without actually get together, right?” More silence had followed. Adrien was sure that he had felt a weird mixture of disappointment and relief, while Marinette had looked so very shocked.

In conclusion, Nino was amazing. Like that was new.

Starting from there the blonde had been practicing in front of the mirror every day, terrified of rejection but less tense over how things could go. Despite fans and admirers his past relationships, if those could be called, weren’t giving him much of a booster or a good feeling about how this chance was going to play. Somehow it hardly mattered. Luka was a very reasonable person, he was going to reject him very nicely. It had been almost uplifting the idea of the guitarist treating him with absolute kindness, even while shattering all of his dreams.

One day Luka had called him over for an improv session. It happened often, this artist was extremely instinctive when it came to music, and he had told him that having a more rational and accurate player like Adrien around grounded him to his usual style. It was flattering every time he was called for that same reason, it was an occasion that made the blonde ignore all about his current schedule – of course he was at fencing right now, Kagami could cover- uhm, confirm for him –, to finally focus on something that he really wanted to do. Luka was always waiting over the bed of his room, playing a few notes, stopping for minutes then going again. It was calming and endearing, like Adrien was allowed to hear the inside of his mind.

He had been standing there, legs crossed at the end of the bed while Luka was lying down with the instrument. There had been only sounds for all of this time, without additions or suggestions or anything. It was nice. Really nice. Adrien had wondered what else could he discover out of him just by stay close like this, and how much he wanted to. The need to let those words out had been steadily growing without him realizing it.

“Luka?” Until they were out. “Do you wanna go on a date with me?” Mirror practice had helped, it had come out almost mechanically. There was a spark into his stomach, the adrenaline pouring out. The melody in the air had stopped for a pretty terrifying second.

Then it had come back as a full, real song. It was timid, sweet, and sincere.

“I’d love to.” In his own giddiness, Adrien could admit of being wrong. Yet he was almost sure he had seen the calm and controlled guitarist blush the tiniest little bit.

A single date at the restaurant where Alya’s mother worked at without people in the way – he loved his friends so much – had followed another one walking hand in hand through Rue Montorgueil in disguise – at last he had achieved his long-lasting dream of looking like someone else without the mask –, that had followed another one at a secret party Chloe had organized at Le Grand Paris for her classmates – she had given him such a smirk at seeing his plus one, gossip was coming. It had nothing to do with the dates of his daydreams, the ones he had lived through his head for years: every single time his stomach was so tense it felt like it was burning, painfully, making him question if he really wanted this. Then, the moment they were there talking, engaging themselves into an interesting topic while letting time pleasantly leave them behind, the stress was gone and there were only the two of them.

They had gone like this for months. Some absolutely lovely months. At some point Alya, stopping him at school, had calmly stated that him and Luka combined with Marinette and Kagami were making her feel single, and she had a boyfriend, so it was probably time to make it official. He had agreed with her, of course he had. He liked Luka… yeah right, he loved him. Everything with him felt so real, so close and intense, like he was finally living.

His feelings weren’t the problem… Luka’s were.

Not that he doubted him. Not after all the little orange blossoms left over his keyboard before band practice – they meant eternal love, oh heart stay still once again –, the songs sung for him whenever he felt upset or angry at his father, or the hand kisses at the end of every single date, like he was being cherished every single time. One of the guitarist’s biggest qualities was his sincerity, Adrien was absolutely sure he could trust him and his heart. Just how he had never blamed anyone before, not Chloe, not Kagami, not Marinette, not even Lila, for their feelings towards him.

They had been real, like his own feelings for Ladybug used to be… but they were for Adrien only, the supermodel, Paris’ iconic pretty face and perfect boy. That perfection in him, one he had been forced to practice in order to please his father, that was attracted others, but it wasn’t in any way all that was in him.

What was all the rest? It was also there. But it came out only whenever he wore the mask.

With time, the image he had been forced to wear for the profit of his father had grown into an uncomfortable, old sweater that he hadn’t known it had felt unbelievably itchy until he got the possibility to take it off, to try something else. And that black-leather armor was his absolute favorite. Nothing felt like freedom as that, nothing felt like him as those moments, whenever he jumped into the sky holding hard onto his staff. Thanks to his Miraculous he had discovered himself. Thanks to that he had found out that he liked making jokes, he loved puns, he liked making a fool of himself for the sake to have fun. He liked risking, he liked dancing, he wasn’t too keen on closed places, and he absolutely loved how the moon reflected into the Seine at night after patrol. Everything was him, so vividly him it made him choke a little at the mere thought of it.

Adrien Agreste was another mask, one he was growing considerably tired to wear. He had been through some love experiences now, even though they did not end quite well: there was no point into pretending to be someone he wasn’t, there was no meaning into hiding himself when he truly wanted to establish a bond with someone. He had known this, he knew this.

But if everyone liked Adrien better… if Luka liked Adrien better, how was he supposed to do that?

The tension coming from those thoughts was there only when he wasn’t around his favorite guitarist, making him at least forget about the dilemma coming with. Even so, around those times he had found himself at least wondering exactly what kind of opinion his date had about Chat Noir. He wasn’t sure, they had never talked much in their superhero personas, because of the urge of the moment and because with his lady’s strategic mind and a power like Second Chance it was unfairly easy sometimes to solve the situation – Ladybug needed to start bringing Viperion more often and yes, maybe just a little bit to see more of Luka in sexy snake cosplay. He was fairly sure he didn’t mind him, he seemed to even smile at him sometimes – total heart eyes –, but he wanted to be sure.

It had been night at the Liberty, they had ordered pizza. Sugary drinks made Rose giggle like mad, so Juleka had brought her to her room to take a nap and probably cuddle, leaving the two of them alone. That wasn’t weird. Wondering if the guy Adrien was dating liked his cat counterpart, that was weird. At the end, looking at how relaxed the boy over the sofa was while distractively bending the last pizza crust, he hadn’t been able to do pose a potentially confusing question, asking instead what he thought about Ladybug – he had made a mental post-it to whine loudly into his pillow later.

Luka had brought up stuff he already knew, how she was a great leader, an inspiration, extremely smart and courageous. Despite the failure of questioning him Adrien had smiled, he was weirdly happy they thought the same about his partner.

“She has a huge responsibility and deals with it incredibly, that’s commendable… with that being said, my favorite is Chat Noir.” A boom inside. “He’s hot.” A second, bigger explosion had occurred into Adrien’s head – in a feeble spark of lucidity he had begged his brain not to produce smoke out of his ears. Luka had laughed, playing some more, without looking directly at him. “And he’s such a selfless, reliable person, you can tell from how he doesn’t hesitate to help others or support me or Ladybug. He’s incredibly loyal, and… really funny.”

It had taken perhaps a second too long, in which a thousand of tiny little Adrien running all over his brain had been screaming out loud hysterically about how this handsome guitarist was a Chat Noir fan, and it had been the best day ever. Then he had managed to talk, ask, his voice was a little raspy.

“You… you like his puns?” Luka had scooted closer to him, smirking a little.

“It’s our little secret.” With that he had put a hand around his shoulders, bringing him closer to him. The blonde had abandoned himself into the embrace, trying to hide the giddy smile in his chest.

It got easier to let himself go from that moment forward, knowing that at least some parts of Chat Noir Luka didn’t mind at all. Having Nino groaning like mad after they had all taken their matchmaker ice creams from Andre, with Adrien coming out with a “I scream for an ice cream”, had been worth it just to see the guitarist rolling his eyes with an endeared smile. It had felt good. He couldn’t fully let go, being a model and famous and all that baloney, but he could stop pretending for a moment and embrace a little bit more about himself.

It had hit him much later that perhaps, maybe, possibly, the matter of telling Luka about his superhero identity was meant to come up at some point. It hadn’t seemed an important matter before, he was not supposed to do reveal it anyway according to Ladybug. Then again, this wasn’t a relationship behind masks like that one, it was as open as it could be. Also Plagg wasn’t exactly the biggest fan or rules anyway, he had doubted he would have minded. Hearing Luka talking about his latest adventure with Viperion, basically summarizing everything Adrien already knew from his point of view, made him feel a bit guilty about not coming clean. Still, it was hard to recall that unpleasantness with Luka always ending the discussion making a comment about Chat Noir, probably catching up over the fact that Adrien was also a ‘fan’. Knowing that such a charming boy like Luka considered his pun machine alter ego attractive, stating that the only blondie with green eyes as handsome he knew was Adrien, was definitely a good way to end the day.

Then, that had happened. Apparently, Hawk Moth had thought that the idea of unleashing once again Gorizilla over the powerless city of Paris was a hilarious idea. It had taken them forever to calm him down, the bodyguard had been all agitated since there had been no sign of his protegee – at least for what he knew. Cataclysm, Lucky Charm, Miraculous Ladybug, the script was old and overused and after the most tired pound it ever Adrien had called it a day, sinking into his own bed as soon as he had been home.

The unconscious was a calming place, a pleasant one, just like Luka.

Just like Luka… Luka… the date.

Out of pure will and terror he had managed to get on his feet, realizing with horror that not only he hadn’t just fallen asleep, but he was also late. Two. Hours. Late. Dread didn’t describe properly the feeling that had taken over. Begging a very annoyed looking Plagg he had launched himself into the night sky, running on all four out of pure despair. When he had arrived at the restaurant, miserably closed, Luka was leaning over the wall of the entrance that was off, humming a very mellow, very melancholic melody. And he had dressed up, for once in his life wearing something classy, a white dress shirt and a black jacket without sleeves. His hair had grown a bit in those months, enough for him to pull a little ponytail.

What a waste, Adrien had thought. What a waste on someone like him, this beautiful person lightening up as soon as he was there, running to hug him, saying that he knew there had been an akuma today and he was happy to see he was okay. Except he wasn’t, this wasn’t, it was not okay. He was taking advantage of his position, the fact that there was stuff he was keeping for himself. It wasn’t fair for himself, most importantly it wasn’t fair for him.

“And you’re okay with this?” He didn’t know what he had been implying with those words, he had felt the need to get them out. To be heard. Because Luka always listened.

The guitarist had given him a weird, aware look, holding up his hands.

“I am if you are.” Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Nothing but that feeling of guilt had filled his heart, and Adrien had rushed in, hugging him as closely as he could. Luka had embraced back, caressing his back slowly and gently as it was his way of being, telling him that they could postpone on a day with a less dangerous akuma terrorizing the city. Adrien had kept his eyes shut, choking silent sobs against his jacket. Thinking that maybe it was okay, maybe they could still keep going like this. H was scared, besides there was no need to change anything, or even better there was no need to say something that wasn’t needed. This was enough, this could be enough.

Adrien had then opened his eyes, only to feel them pinching. From the window of the restaurant, he could see the lonely white table with two dishes and two glasses, and all around… were candles and roses. Luke remembered. He had remembered the mention of the romantic gesture the blonde had done for a girl that hadn’t gone as planned. He had remembered how Adrien had always wished for something like that for himself. He knew how much of a hopeless romantic he was. Luka knew him.

At the same time, he didn’t. He didn’t know him. It was not okay.

It was not okay, and it was not enough.

Mirror sessions were back after that, more frantic than ever but less frequent than he would have liked – he was dense he could admit, not enough to proclaim to his father or Nathalie that he was Chat Noir while in the shower. He had wished it was like preparing for a shooting, or even imagining to be an actor like mom was. The tension was nothing like. The number of warnings coming from all directions was massive, starting from how once again his friends were getting worried about him – he wasn’t going to resist the bribe of chocolate chip cookies for long –, how Ladybug had expressively told him no one was supposed to know about their real identities, how there was no telling how Luka was going to react over the fact that his date was the cat boy with whom sometimes he fought crime with – man that was a weird line to say out loud. He had found it hard to sleep, too tense to get lost into his dreams, questioning his decision all night long.

One night, after a particularly harsh internal battle between him himself and he, he had rolled over a little too much forgetting about his poor little cheese-eating friend. He had been on his way to apologize to the squished kwami, but with a single firm gesture coming from his tiny arm Plagg had gotten him to shut up, eyes widened and extremely pissed.

“You’re telling him.” His eyelid had twitched a little. Right, he had kept him awake as well. “I don’t care what Ladybug says, I don’t care what Tikki says, you’re telling him.”

“Huh, okay?”

“It’s not a question Adrien, it’s an order. Do it or else you won’t find Atlantis that much of a natural disaster.” Wasn’t for experience he would have doubted that this tiny guy was able of much. Good thing he did have precedents, so Adrien had opted to nod and lay down once again. Following orders was still pretty normal for him anyway. “… besides…” Plagg had scooted closer to him, nudging against his shoulder while closing his eyes. “No secret is worth taking away your happiness, kid.” Adrien had found no problem sleeping from then on.

At last, after a bit more of self-convincing, it had all come down on the matter of when. Adrien wasn’t exactly sure if the news was particularly good or bad, consequentially he had no idea if the reveal had to be organized during a joyful or tense situation. Was a date a good idea? Or was it better to simply invite him over, or go to his house and talk? Luka was a great listener, but he didn’t always like to talk much, maybe he was going to feel pressured in the second case. He communicated better with songs… but writing a jingle about how he was a superhero in a leather suit with a ring that could pulverize the Tour Eiffel didn’t sound like a hit – maybe… or maybe it was, he had to ask Luka later if the matter was going to be solved. After so much time pondering, he had been left with nothing concrete, no ideas. He couldn’t ask his friends, nor Ladybug. Maybe this was a bad decision after all – never mind Plagg that was still glaring.

He had been trying to focus on his Chinese homework all afternoon, his mind running miles with him unable to make it stop. Then his phone had lightened up, a welcomed distraction that had blossomed into absolute delight at reading the sender’s name. Despite the migraine coming along with the situation, it was all worth it just for a chance to be with him.

Melody: Hey Sunshine

Melody: If I remember right you’re free tomorrow

Melody: Do you want to come over?

Me: Of course I do :)

Me: My schedule ends early afternoon

Me: Is the evening okay?

Melody: Perfect

Melody: Dress nice, it’s a date

Melody: A special one, for a special day

Me: Why? What’s tomorrow?

Melody: Wanna guess?

Me: …

Me: Thursday?

Melody: Ahah, well also

Melody: But also exactly one year since the Music Festival

Melody: It’s the day you and I met

Somehow while melting into an absolute puddle of tears and adoring whines, Adrien had realized that this guy was too wonderful. In his heart the last thing he wanted to do was ruining something good, especially a night Luka had prepared for him. But this wasn’t about himself anymore, this was about giving him what he deserved. Hopefully they were going to have a date still after this.

Hopefully. Adrien had tried to forget about that eventuality, at least enough to finish his homework. It had taken him a while to fall asleep that night – Plagg had simply whispered “thin ice” in a very grumpy tone.

The next day he had used all his experience as a model to look his best, raised two thumbs up at his mirror, and headed out. He had begged his bodyguard to leave him alone on this one and the big guy had actually agreed, somehow seeing his seriousness and commitment more than his father – granted that the bar was pretty low on that one. The path leading to the Liberty was not exactly short from his house, yet he had felt the absolute need to rethink everything. Perhaps to find it in himself the strength to blame himself for wanting to come clean only now. It had been a year, a year since he had met Luka. He had changed so much, his thoughts, his world, himself. He was there to make just another change and take control, it was terrifying and exciting…

…

… and there he was.

When he saw the Liberty, his stomach did that fluttering again. Pure tension and longing mixed together, because this was about him and it was making him grow terrified; but this was about him, and he loved everything that involved him. The sight of the ship covered in aromatic candles and roses with the table prepared on the bridge, the most romantic place once again, should had not surprised him after all. He still had to close his eyes for a moment to recollect himself.

Luka was waiting on the dock, smiling at him. It was such a lovely view, and when he extended his hand towards him it turned into the perfect view.

“You look amazing. You’re ready?”

He was. He finally was. Adrien sighed, shaking his head.

“I have to tell you something first.” Huh, something was wrong. The guitarist had changed expression, he looked so confused and hurt all of the su- wait. “Ah! No! Not that kind of ‘I have to tell you something’, an actual ‘I have to tell you something’!” He had practiced this moment for so long, how was it possible he had never noticed how off it sounded? Luka let out a nervous laugh. Ah, his hands were sweating already, where was Chat Noir’s confidence when he needed it? “I really need to get this out of my chest.”

“Oh, okay. I’m listening.”

“And if afterwards you have doubts about…” He didn’t like it, but he needed to state it as it was. “… all of this, I’ll understand.” He was in. He was doing it. No turning back. That most likely didn’t sit right with Luka, he wasn’t looking any less distressed.

He reached for him, grabbing one of his hand for comfort. Even though he didn’t understand, he was still doing his best to be there. Gosh, Adrien loved him, so much.

“Don’t jump to conclusions, tell me what it is and then we can talk about it.” He looked for communication in his relationships, he had told him from the start and even before, during the times they used to talk about anything and everything, waiting for the sun to set behind the bridge over the Seine. The blonde hoped they were going to talk too.

He closed his eyes again, took the deepest breath in his life, and nodded.

“It might sound crazy, but please listen to me and believe me.” Luka nodded immediately. “I…” He had composed a whole speech about how much these last months had been amazing, how he was sorry that he had kept quiet over something important for so long, and how he hoped that they could still try and be together for real. A convincing discussion slowly leading to the reveal. “… I’m Chat Noir, and I love you.” Out of all of that he had taken seven words max and blurted them out without a single thought in his head.

The cat was out of the bag, classic cat superhero style. If only that knowledge wasn’t making him feel worse. He was tense, sweating, completely still, waiting for his judgement. Every second was turning into a minute then an hour then it was getting lost into his own misty head.

It was warm outside, even at that hour.

Those long fingers clenched around his hand.

Adrien looked up. Luka was smiling tearfully at him, his blue eyes were mesmerizing. He laughed happily, then he reached for his cheek. Heartbeats echoed into the blonde’s head as he got closer, eyes narrowed but still open as to catch any kind of rejection. It hit him very very slowly that this was actually true, this out of world fantasy was not a fruit of his messed up imagination, and the moment the realization took over Adrien closed the distance between them. Wow. Luka kissed nothing like he would have expected. His hand on his cheek was careful and gentle like him, but his lips were caressing his with want and passion, like they had lost all the patience behind the moment they had met in electric need. Closeness was something Adrien had missed for such a long time and could never get enough of. Luka’s closeness was whole, real, his. He reached for his jacket, just to hold onto something and have another proof that this was happening.

They parted, and then got closer, kissing again and again, happily trapped into a bubble in which time and space couldn’t reach them. When they back away with trembling breaths, Adrien felt his lips getting immediately cold and couldn’t help himself as he reached for one last peck. Luka laughed into it, pressing back then leaning his forehead over his. There was an amount of sweetness into those eyes that it made the blonde want to look away, his sight getting all blurry.

“I love you too.” His hand was still over his face. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

The answer was the clearest of his life. It was screaming from the bottom of his stomach, it was highlighted in neon in the middle of his brain. He was almost tempted to tackle him to the ground and let his actions speak for himself – alright he needed to chill for a moment –, then confusion hit him. He… he said it, he had said it, right? He told him the truth about his identity. Then what was this lack of reaction? Where was the amazement, the fright, the confusion, even the anger? Adrien Agreste had just confessed he made a habit of running over the roofs of Paris in full cat cosplay and this was the reaction?

“I… you… what’s going on?” Luka giggled, probably still caught up with the latest nice mood. Maybe he didn’t believe the blonde, maybe he didn’t hear him at all. For a musician this talented it sounded farfetched to miss a sound, but you never knew. “I’m… I’m Chat Noir, Luka.”

The guitarist blinked, smile slowly decreasing but without disappearing.

“Yeah, I heard that.”

“As the superhero, Chat Noir.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Then why aren’t you saying anything about that?” A little shrug. The last thing he would have expected was this nonchalance. It was maddening. “I’m a superhero, I’m Chat Noir! Why aren’t you mad? You deserved to know! You should’ve known for a…” Suddenly the guitarist’s eyes were not as easy to find as before. Like they were hiding something. “… a… while…” Again, Adrien was extremely dense emotionally, and some things were harder to understand for him. But he wasn’t stupid, most important, he couldn’t ignore that little guilty grin of his taking over. “… you knew.” The pressure that had assaulted him for the last period disappeared completely, now there was only absolute shock. “You knew I was Chat Noir?!? What in the world, since when?!?”

The guitarist passed a hand over his neck, looking a little reluctant. It was a little weird of an emotion on him, on someone so on track with himself and proud of his persona. He took his hands, gently guiding him onto the bridge. That was one relief at least.

“To be honest, I was never completely sure. If you hadn’t told me I wouldn’t have known one hundred percent… but at some point I started to have my suspicions.” He led him near the rail, the moon was mirroring into the water of the Seine. His heart soared at the view. “It was the kind of thought you pay attention to only when something comes up, so I never actively tried to prove it was real.” He sounded relaxed. Perhaps he had made peace with it for a while.

Adrien nodded absently, feeling a weird limbo between relief that he wasn’t completely recognizable and that there were at least doubts in people’s minds.

“Okay, but there has to be a time when you started to think about it.”

“… there was a moment.” Once more Luka looked guilty, while smiling still. He looked at him, raising his hands. “Again, it was a doubt, not a certainty. I never actively knew for sure you were Chat Noir, okay?” The blonde frowned but nodded. “Well… remember the Desperada incident?”

He gaped, so strongly he almost chocked.

“You have a suspicion for months?!” Luka laughed a little, that managed to calm him down a little.

“An idea, a speculation, call it what you want. It got me and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” He leaned against the rail, looking pensive. “We were hiding in the lockers, and while I was in there I heard you opening and closing a locker… then opening and closing a door.” Holy Miraculous he was an idiot. “When I found you with Ladybug in the sewer you left, and I got the snake Miraculous. Right after that Chat Noir was back.” He grinned, eyes lightening up. “From that moment the possibility has never really left my mind, and nothing has happened that made me think it couldn’t be real.” Of course not, Adrien was never around Chat Noir and Chat Noir was never around Adrien. It almost made sense – sure, ‘almost’.

Adrien took a few deep breaths, still recovering from that sudden reveal – a confession that did not go the way he would have expected. He looked at this guy who so calmly was taking everything in, a view that was calming like very few other things and, slowly, he smiled, joining him at admiring the Seine. He let his head fall onto his shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I was so worried about this.”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know what to do. On one hand I didn’t want it to be true, because it made me feel anxious whenever I looked at the news and saw another dangerous akuma.” He wrapped his arm around him protectively. It felt so nice. “On the other, it was kind of an endearing thought, that the two gorgeous blondes I knew just happened to be the same person.” Gosh he was going to die, this person did not hold back with compliments with either of them.

Speaking of…

“Wait, if you were thinking about it since back then… were you teasing me on purpose whenever you talked about Chat Noir in front of me?” Whoa, he had to take in the fact that this very zen guitarist was able to make such a suggestive smile. I made his entire face burn. “Oh my gosh.”

“You were always blushing whenever I did it, I couldn’t help myself.”

“For real??”

“It was too adorable. At that point either you were really him or you found him attractive as well… which I would’ve understood.”

“Stooop!!” Adrien covered his eyes, his heart bursting out of his chest, laughing out what was left of his fear. “… you really don’t care? I’m the one who asked you out, not Chat Noir.” A bit a sadness made him step away just a little. “And people like me better when I’m not him…”

“If people aren’t into you when you’re a blonde superhero with a sexy catsuit, maybes there’s something wrong with them. I suggest blindness.” It got him to laugh. Luka brought him closer, arms around him. “Besides, there aren’t two people here. You are Adrien, and you are Chat Noir. Being a superhero is a part of you. And I love it, because it makes you… you.” Truly sincerity was his biggest quality. Adrien didn’t doubt a word that had come out of his mouth. He leaned his head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Luka nodded, his hair tickling his cheek.

Then he pulled away. He put a finger under his chin, raising it up. Their eyes met. There was such a calm, comfortable world behind those blue globes. It made him want to never leave.

“You’re a rare symphony, Adrien Agreste, one that had been kept hidden for far too long. I wanna hear that song, your soul, finally free to be heard. I want to know its beauty, because the echo alone is astonishing.” He knew him. He knew all of him. “The kind and selfless to a fault, the professional and determinate model, the mischievous and enchanting superhero, these are all notes that play in your life, that make your life. And I wanna be part of that song, if you will let me.” He pressed another, shorter kiss on his lips, as to seal this moment forever into his body, forever into his heart.

There was no way Adrien would have been able to stop tears. Luka gulped. The blonde smiled, a horribly wide, unsophisticated curve that would have made all of his photographers shudder at the same time. Perhaps that was why it felt so immensely good.

“You… y-you’re not allowed to say you’re not good with words after this.”

The guitarist laughed, relieved, holding him closer.

“It’s a yes then, Sunshine?” Adrien smiled, reaching forward again, thinking that there was no imaginary world of his able to replicate this.

“It’s a yes, Melody.”

This was pure, unparalleled, wholesome reality.

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rosyk · 4 years

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Speak Now

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, a bit of kissing, light angst, slice of life

warnings: none, mentions of deep kissing (in case you are uncomfortable)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: I’ve been writing another story but it took longer than I thought so I decided to create a oneshot inspired by Taylor Swift’s song, “Speak Now”. I’m hoping you all would like this as well. Have a great time reading!

“How’s my future idol?” I giggled as I took off his coat and placed it on the stand beside the door. 3 days ago was the last time I’ve seen him. We do get to chat and call each other but he was too busy to concentrate. I didn’t want to serve as an obstacle in his dreams so I didn’t want to bother him anymore.

He hugged me from the waist and snuggled near my neck. The hug was warm and loving so I responded by stroking his back with my left hand and caressed his hair with my right. I missed him. His touch, his voice, his warmth, his presence, and just him, no other else.

“mhm” he responded with a coarse voice “It was tiring not to see you by my side. I felt like a part of me was missing. I missed you. You were my strawberries every morning.” He smiled playfully and lazily due to tiredness. I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows. It took long seconds to look into his eyes.

I tilted my head as if I couldn’t comprehend what he was trying to say and moved away from his arms to the kitchen counter. “Cheesy as always.” I playfully rolled my eyes and he responded with a laugh. I opened the cupboard and placed a cup in the center. “Tell me, when were you this poetic huh?” I beamed teasingly then continued to make him his cup of coffee with strawberries on the side of the cupboard.

“You made me this way. Don’t blame me” he sat by the couch just in front of the kitchen counter as he responded a chuckle without looking at me. He turned on my favorite movie.

I was taken aback by how sweet he’s trying to show me today. They were all little things but it made meaning between us. He does show me his love every day but something seems new. I’ve also seen him holding a box that seemed to look like a ring box. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything yet but since we’ve been dating for several years. Who knows?

I shouldn’t think of this though. I wiped out all my thoughts and placed his coffee on the center table. He smiled genuinely at the strawberries and drank the beverage. "My favorite? You weren’t into romance and dramatic movies though?” I looked at him in question but all he answered was placing my head on his shouldered and cuddled. “Is this what Paris did to you?” I smiled, thinking how I wished this day would stay forever the same. It was a calm day with nothing but love and care in the air. This guy is perfect and loves me perfectly. I love your everything, Kim Seungmin.

Well, not at least after what happened the following day.

I woke up with no puppy by my side. I panicked and all thoughts bombarded my mind. Did he leave once again? Was that all a dream? What if he wasn’t here in the first place? Now that I think of it, it was all too good to be true. I went downstairs quickly trying to find a man until someone called me out.

“What’s the rush? Be careful you’ll trip” Familiar eyes were staring at you worriedly. “Do you have somewhere to go?” There he was. I ran into his arms while he was still trying to process everything that happened.

“I thought it was all a dream” I spoke up and tears began to fall after sudden adrenaline. He comforts me, assuring me he won’t go anywhere and leave me.

[LUNCHTIME]

“I auditioned on London” I bit my lip trying to calm my anxious hands. I could feel his glance piercing straight through me.

The fork clanked as he began to sigh heavily. “I thought we talked about this” He answered coldly with a low harsh voice making me regret everything I did.

“We have lots of benefits if we place up the business in London. There are more sponsorships and a lot more companies would promote and support ours. We could attract more people way before we reach our quota.” I tried to explain hoping he would understand.

“Exactly why it’s too risky!” He showed an exasperated expression “Are you hearing yourself? The more companies we share, the more companies rely upon and look up to us. Once everything fails, it drags even our reputation. The costs would also increase so what could we do if we bring failure and pay for the share between others?!”

I flinched after the sudden yell. I knew he would be angry but this is what we dreamt of ever since the beginning. Is he just forgetting it all? He noticed how scared I was so he tried to lower his voice. He sighed and stayed silent for a few seconds. “I’m just worried..” he tried to lift my chin and look at him in the eye. I couldn’t. Tears were flowing down my face because of the annoyance rushing through my veins. How awful, he’s too selfish anyway.

I stood up and slammed the table with my hands. I took my dish and moved to the sink. The dish clanked as I was trying to clean it. He nudged my elbow and hugged me from behind. Though, I still ignored him and dried the wet plate.

“I’m sorry, should’ve watched my tone” I grabbed a cup for me to drink but he took it from me.

“Stop. Give it to me” I responded, trying to get the cup. It was a tug of war and none wanted to give up. I was tired, of course, I did. Besides, he wanted it anyway. I pushed the cup straight at him and proceeded to move upstairs. As I stomped my way up, he gripped me hard and looked at me in the eye.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t think I don’t trust you. I just don’t like times when it comes to predicting the future. I’m just thinking for both of us. I’ll consider your idea, okay? Please don’t be like this.” You were apologetic in a second and I know you felt the guilt from your trembling hands. Indeed, I shouldn’t have opened the topic up once again when we’ve settled this for a long time.

“Sorry” I whispered in your ears and tied my hands around your neck. You accepted the hug like there’s no tomorrow. I know how you care for me yet I always mess things up.

[DINNER]

{READERS PERSPECTIVE TO SEUNGMIN}

I’ve been with Seungmin for 4 years. For me, that was quite a long time. But considering our relationship, it seemed like yesterday. The relationship was more one-sided and I was the only one initiating what to do. He never loved risks no matter what. Exactly why he felt like he had no other choice but to accept the proposal.

I quickly shifted my position from the couch and went for the doorbell. You smiled a little and hugged me back. It was sweet… but felt like a goodbye? I must’ve been imagining things so I shrugged it off.

Just as I was about to do my usual routine, preparing you coffee topped with strawberries and cream, you grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the center table.

“Seungmin what are you-“ I was interrupted by a sudden touch on my lips. My eyes grew wide as you grabbed me by the neck to have a deeper taste of mines. Yours tasted bittersweet with a burning passion. Everything filled up my senses with sensation. I gasped as you tried to go deeper. My mind blanked out as my legs felt weak. You took this opportunity to enter your tongue and soar around it. It made me feel things I shouldn’t feel. I was trying to back away because I couldn’t catch up with your pace but you never allowed it. You bit my lip causing me to gasp again and invade my mouth. You made sure to remember all my weak places and placed your hand on my thigh. It gave me goosebumps as I tried to back away. I spoke up but words were muffled. Your hands moved up my stomach then moved down smoothly. It sends shocks rushing through my whole body. I wanted nothing but more of you, but I knew something was wrong.

I proved myself right after tears fell down your pitiful eyes. You were mumbling things but all I heard was “sorry”.

“Did something happen?” I tried to give you the same comfort I needed when I felt down but none of the warmth I tried to make you feel worked. Was your problem that bad?

You hugged me once again and told me to stay. I don’t understand what you meant because I never planned of leaving you.

“There’s this reliable company I could collaborate with. I showed good leadership and skills in managing so I was accepted as someone who would lead their business.” You tried to regain your calm but everything was a mess as you thought. I don’t want you to feel bad and to be honest, I don’t care what happens as long as you’ll remain with me.

“If this is about London once again, I really don’t mind. That isn’t the only dream we have anyway. A part of my dream is for you to reach your goals and be successful. If you take that opportunity, it would make me happy as well.” You looked at me as if that wasn’t the answer you were asking for as I responded.

“I need a partnership with their daughter.”

I blinked my eyes twice trying to understand the big deal about it. Sure I was disappointed and surely would be insecure but if it’s a partnership. Nothing would happen since I trusted you. And yes, trusted.

“I have to marry her to have the same last name” I broke away from the hug and pushed you away. You were always playful but your eyes looked serious at that moment. I scoffed in disbelief.

“Tell me this isn’t real” my voice cracked as I cried. You tried to pull me into an embrace but I kept pushing you away. “I’m sorry” you repeated that several times.

I know you trusted me but to that point? Selfish. Ignorant. Self-centered. I know you do this to support me and my needs. I know business isn’t much more important but for my dreams to accomplish, you had to do it. Now that I think of it, is this what you meant by stop putting you over my dreams? It had been several weeks ago…. Since the time I saw you home with a red ring box.

The ring wasn’t for me.

[WEEK AFTER]

“I REALLY HATE THE GUTS OF THAT GIRL! SHE INVITED YOU TO THEIR WEDDING EVEN AFTER KNOWING YOU WERE HIS LOVE” a girl started yelling beside me.

The make-up artist placed my lipstick for the finishing touch and curled my hair into a messy bun. I checked out my phone and saw the tweets of his soon-to-be wife. I hate judging but based on how she tweets every minute and mentions me every time she posts her pics, she is definitely a drag spoiled bitch. Or it could just be me being bitter.

“Voila!” I looked in the mirror and seeing myself was unbelievable.

My make-up was natural but my skin was smoother and he enhanced my best features. My dress was a long simple but flowy lavender dress. I looked pretty in it but I hoped you were the one who sees this first

“You really know what I like eh?” He smiled in response and turned my chair around.

“Of course, the girl should know what’s in you but never in hers” I chuckled at the remark but the girl complaining at my back was more enjoyable to watch.

“Alicia, she may just forget that additional unnecessary info and will be a good… wife to him” It appeared sadder than I meant so I decided to shut it down. “Nope, no, no, I don’t care” I tried to let them understand I felt the opposite of what they thought.

Unfortunately, I was too transparent. My best friend sighed feeling the burden in her chest. She cared for me and wants what’s best for me.

[CHURCH]

I was supposed to be where people were. At least that’s what it is “supposed” to be. I was lost in a series of rooms inside this big church. It was indeed royal and I know this isn’t the way you liked it. You wanted something grand but not too excessively extravagant.

On my way to the halls, I’ve heard voices of people cursing. As curious as I am, I peeked in the little glass. There was a family dressed in colorful colors. The man was dressed in pastel pink, “matching” with the girl beside her who was yelling at a girl my age. The girl was also dressed in pastel blue. Considering they were this dressed up, they could be the bride’s family. And one word I could describe to them? Snotty as hell.

A girl came out with a gown-shaped like a pastry. It was all white but with thousands of ribbons on it and cape as long as the Netflix series Scorpion. I don’t even know how big that dress was able to fit in between the doorframe. I’m pretty sure you didn’t expect the worst to come but now it just did.

I don’t want to be caught peeking inside a room. They’ll definitely “sue” me for peeking. I asked for the way around and how awkward it was when I wasn’t on the list of people invited. She told me to be there but I wasn’t invited to the event? I totally hate her intentions. She reminds me of that smelly trash can I hated to touch on the porch of my house.

But who was I to enter and see Seungmin? Definitely a no one. Yet I will.

I was hiding in the red big curtains and as unnecessary as the family is, of course, it was enough to cover me up. I heard the orchestra starts to play the tune “Can’t help falling in love”. Not only the orchestra itself seemed like a whole concert, but the way I hear it sounds like a death march.

You were there, forcing a smile. You looked handsome in that tux of yours although I know that isn’t what you wished to wear to a wedding. It was a black, classy-looking suit with a rose on one side. Your hair wasn’t full-on but showed a part of your forehead. You looked good, but it would be better if the bride was me.

The big doors began to open as the “bride in a cake” walks down the water aisle in high heels as if she were a pageant queen. And here I thought she didn’t like to be married to a guy she just met, perhaps I was wrong. I looked at you and knew how you felt at the very moment.

You wished it was me, don’t you?

Every second was a rush. Weddings usually take up a lot of time but this went faster than I hoped. It was the part of the vows. Where they promise to be together until the very end. I imagined it was me. He imagined it was me standing in front of him. But reality never met neither one of our wishes. Was this fate for both of us? Maybe we were meant to be separated. But what happens to me?

I sat in a row in the middle where I can’t be noticed. It’s better to stay low and not cause any ruckus.

I then remembered what my friend said hours ago:

“I don’t fight girls but I could kill one” she jokingly said

“Alicia! you don’t joke about death!”

“Alright, I’m sorry. She just deserves to receive bad events anyway”

“Alicia..”

“Alright, I’ll stop. I’ll stop just like how you’ll stop the wedding that’s going to happen later” she joked once again

I guess I did take her words literally

“Now or forever hold your peace” I hear the preacher speak in the middle.

There was a moment of silence. Any second wasted would miss an opportunity. My body trembled as anxiety rushed through me. I couldn’t even speak properly in a crowd, what more if it was a legal wedding.

Without thinking much, I stood up with a shaky breath. Horrified looks stared right through me, hitting me with unbelievable disbelief. I cared about how others perceive me. But right now, you were the only one I could see.

Your surprised look made me snap out of my wrongdoings. I felt ashamed and dumb-looking at you. I know you don’t take risks. You don’t dare to drop out of this dreadful event. But for one, even just for one single moment, would you mind trusting me on this one and run away with me?

“I know I’m not the type of girl” I stuttered quite a bit but managed to sort out myself after looking at you with a different bride that isn’t me. “Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion” I could feel the bride confused as the family felt grumpy and motioned me to sit down.

“But you are not the kind of boy,” I looked at you, and what did I expect anyway? Of course, you’d look at me as if I made the worst decision. I look desperate right in front of you. I am a smart girl but when it comes to you, I felt doing everything just to keep us two together.

“who should be marrying the wrong girl” It seemed impossible and out of place but I wanted you to disagree, don’t say yes but instead run away with me. We’ll meet outside the church at the back door so don’t wait and say a single vow. For once, please hear me out at the exact time they say speak now.

The orchestra was hidden so they had no idea someone sabotaged the wedding. They played an upbeat and joyous song which was supposed to be used for the groom and bride’s last song. My friends were there and even Seungmin’s family. I was surprised but I didn’t care any further.

All I did was stare at your reactions. It was a loud orchestra playing and both sides of the seats started to fight with one another. The bride’s family fought with yours and the same happened to the bridesmaid and my friends. It was a whole mess and I saw the kind of ruckus I didn’t want to happen. As I was lost in thoughts,

“let’s run away now” I heard your whisper as you grabbed my hand and led me outside the church. Everyone was too busy arguing with each other to notice us leave. It rained outside but we still took another step together.

“I didn’t say my vows” You proudly remarked. Truly, even I was proud when you didn’t predict the future just like usual. You got rid of all your thoughts and initiated to take my hand.

I giggled in response as you reached for my lips. Unlike the last one, it was sweeter, reminding or telling me as if you’ll stay by my side no matter what. You’ll be with me until the end of the world and we’ll face obstacles together. And this is exactly why I love you, Kim Seungmin.

So glad you were around when they said speak now

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sincerelymarinette · 3 years

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A Recorded Life Sequel (10/10) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 2033 Summary: In the finale, Adrien confronts his father and Marinette and Adrien have a date they deserve. Author's Note: Well, here we are, the last chapter! I've been writing this story for over 2 years now and I'm so happy people have enjoyed it so much. Thank you all for reading and sticking with me! I hope you like the finale :) <3

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Adrien waited in the cold room that he had not dared to visit in years. He thought for a long time, and finally made the difficult decision to make the trip. He'd been haunted with trauma and nightmares since he was a teenager by this man, but it was high time he went to see his father again, especially if he intended not to see him for many more years.

The doors opened, and Adrien shot up to straighten his posture when he saw his father entering the room with a guard by his side. His hair was flat, which always caught Adrien by surprise, and Gabriel's scowl was deeper than Adrien ever knew. Gabriel wouldn't admit it, but he was surprised that Adrien came to see him. Last time, their conversation did not end well, and Adrien promised he would not come to see Gabriel unless it was serious.

But after many meetings with his therapist, Adrien decided that this was important enough to see Gabriel. It was a few weeks after the fashion show, but he was sure Gabriel was going to criticize it as much as he could.

"Hello, Adrien," Gabriel said as he sat down across from his son.

"Father," Adrien replied. Though Adrien was older now, and doing much better, he was still scared to talk to Gabriel and did everything in his mind to calm himself down.

They stared at each other for a moment in silence, neither one sure how to converse. Finally, Gabriel took a breath and spoke. "I watched some of the fashion show you and Miss Dupain-Cheng hosted."

"I wasn't sure if you would be able to. It was a nice day," Adrien said, not asking for his opinion, but sure he was going to get it.

"I would have done it differently. The timing was off, and you could have had better music. You had your designers redesign some of my work?" Gabriel criticized.

"Well, all of our reviews praised the music and said the models were amazing. And yes, I did. To fit our rebrand and new mission and values. No one wants to wear something that Hawkmoth designed anymore," Adrien said, holding back every muscle in his body to not roll his eyes.

Gabriel shook his head condescendingly. "You're being dramatic."

Adrien took a deep breath to calm himself down before answering. "Maybe. But all of my reviews recently have been better than they were when you were in charge. They like seeing me so active in the company, and our lines launched in stores recently, and business is booming. So I must be doing something right," Adrien said, confidently. Gabriel's jaw dropped, but Adrien continued to talk before Gabriel could interject. "I only came here to tell you one thing, father, but it turns out I actually have more."

"Go on," Gabriel said after composing himself.

"My time in therapy has helped me deal with everything you have thrown at me, and I know you don't approve of it, but Marinette and I are happiest together. We are running The Fashion House together, and we are sure it will be better than you could have ever dreamed. I hope you learn from your time locked away that what you did was harmful, but I know you won't," Adrien spit out, not thinking twice. "And I am going to continue to be happy with Marinette and my friends for the rest of my life, running Emilie's together and keeping Paris safe."

Gabriel shook his head again, not wanting to hear it. "I will be out of here eventually, Adrien, and I will take back what is mine."

"The Fashion House is mine now, and you're going to be stuck in here for the rest of your life. You're delusional if you think you, Paris' Supervillain, is ever going to get out of here," Adrien said. "It's a shame you turned your grief for my mother to evil and will miss out on the rest of my life, but I don't care anymore. It's clear you don't." Adrien didn't wait for a reaction from Gabriel, grabbed his coat, and stood up to walk out of the room. He was scanned out as Gabriel was brought back to his cell, still a bit shocked by what Adrien said to him.

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It was a warm summer day in Paris, and Marinette and Adrien finally made time for themselves to have a nice date. They had spent so much time working day in and day out, that they decided they could be a little selfish and take the day for a date. No Kwamis, no cameras, and no one around. It was a nice, well-deserved break for both of them.

They decided the best date to celebrate all they've been through the last few years was to get out of the busy part of the city, and back to the park near the Bakery and the school where they met. The park they spent many days fighting Akumas and filming videos with their friends. Maybe they could even catch a ride on the carousel.

They set up the picnic blanket and started laying out the food. Sandwiches, chips, crackers, and the dessert they got from Tom and Sabine when they stopped by for a quick chat before the date. Marinette's parents were the exception to the no people rule.

They started eating as they relaxed. Every time they came back here, they were always flushed with memories, more memories than what usually came back when they would only visit the bakery. "I'm glad we finally have some time to ourselves. Don't get me wrong, the past few weeks with all the lines coming out has been amazing," Marinette started. "But it's nice to have a few minutes to breathe fresh air."

"I agree, and not have the endless amount of questions ten hours a day," Adrien laughed. "I love what we're doing, but man, it's been tough. Hopefully, now that the rebrand is completed, it will calm down just a bit."

"I bet," Marinette nodded. "Now we just have to worry about new meetings for our fall and winter lines!" She said.

Adrien nodded with her as he took a bite of his sandwich. "I'm happy we chose to come back here; it's been a while since we've been to the park."

"Oh yeah, and it's really nice to not have our date interrupted by Akumas. It's been years, but I still worry," She admitted.

"I know. Nooroo may be living in the box happily, but it's still a valid fear. But you're such a great guardian I know there's nothing to worry about," He complimented.

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Flattering only gets you so far, Agreste," She told him.

Adrien shrugged and looked around the park, remembering how much has changed. Photoshoots, videos created with his friends, projects from school, and now dates. "I saw my father yesterday," Adrien said.

"Is that where you got off to?" Marinette raised her eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wasn't planning on it; I just kind of ended up there," He said. "Well, I was planning on seeing him, just didn't think it would be yesterday. He didn't approve of our show or how we're running the Fashion House, but I told him I don't care. I was going back and forth on asking him some things, but then I saw how he is, still planning revenge and hoping to get out of prison, and I realized I don't care what he thinks. I haven't for years, and I don't need to tell him when I'm going to do something or need his permission. Then I stopped by the bakery to reward myself with talking to your parents, who actually enjoy having me around," He said, not aware that he was rambling about the whole experience.

Marinette put her hand on Adrien's shoulder to catch his attention. "Well, it sounds like you made some good self-discovery and figured you don't need your dad. I'm happy to hear that, because your dad really sucks," She said, with a slight smirk on her face. "What were you going to ask him?"

Adrien shook his head to brush it off. "I ended up bringing it up to your parents, because it's much more important to me that they approved of my ideas. They're good people, Mari."

"So you've said. Is everything okay?" She asked, a little worried he was beating around the answer.

Adrien took a deep breath and nodded slowly. He took another bite of his sandwich, and the meat inside fell out the other end and onto his pants. Adrien started to sift through the basket for the extra napkins as Marinette watched him closely. He slowed his searching as he began to talk. "Yeah, I think I'm better than ever, actually. You mentioned the Akumas earlier, and my dad and Hawkmoth were horrible. And though endless amounts of bad things came from him, there were some good things that came from it that I wouldn't want to change," Adrien said.

Marinette cocked her head, waiting for him to elaborate. "Us becoming superheroes, working with our friends closer than ever giving my mom her proper burial. Us finally becoming a couple; that one I wouldn't ever want to change," He said and looked back at her with a small smile. He pulled the extra napkins out and removed some off the top, revealing a black box underneath. Adrien opened the lid as Marinette was putting together what he was saying and saw the sparkle from the sun once it was opened. "Marinette, will you marry me?" He asked.

Marinette's jaw was dropped as she looked at Adrien. "Was this what you were going to ask Gabriel? If he was okay with us getting married?" She asked.

"Yes, but like I said, I don't care what he thinks. Then I asked your parents, and they said they've been waiting for it for years, so of course they thought it was a good idea," Adrien said.

Marinette giggled and nodded. "Of course, I would love to marry you, Adrien."

Adrien's smile grew wide, and he leaned forward to kiss Marinette. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

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BREAKING NEWS: ADRIEN AGRESTE AND MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG ENGAGED! By: Alya Césaire <link>

oh my god oh my god oh my god

ITS HAPPENING PEOPLE THE ADRIENETTE WEDDING WILL BE HAPPENING

first alya and nino, now adrien and mari, how will i ever cope seeing them grow up like this

took them long enough! happy for you guys

i remember when adrien first appeared in one of marinette's videos and people shipped them from the start, look where we are now

how it started, how it's going

this is going to be the biggest wedding EVER

will they have the wedding in the backyard of the mansion like they said in the "if we were dating" video from before they were dating

this is the best news of the year

Marinette laughed as she read the Tweets in their trending section, happy to see how excited everyone was. Fans from when she first started her channel following her for years and years, to now watching her get engaged and eventually married. Her parents and friends were beyond excited for the two of them, already ready for the parties and the big wedding (if they decided to go big, that is), and couldn't wait for all to come. Gabriel obviously did not approve, but no one cared, as Marinette and Adrien were going to be happy together without room for negativity.

The Kwamis were excited to shower the wedding with magic, and Marinette couldn't wait to document her road to the wedding. They had to plan, she wanted to make her dress, and she was planning on having a cake tasting session with her parents. Even if they decide not to go big, the celebration with their friends would still have all the fun aspects of a big wedding.

It had been a long few years of battling Akumas and Adrien's father; Marinette and Adrien deserved to be unapologetically happy.

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries @toodaloo-kangaroo

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showbuzzer · 3 years

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Top 10 youth centric bollywood movies you must watch

Originally published on showbuzzer

Catching the emotions of youth is not an easy task, Every Year Bollywood produces a number of youth-based movies but only a few of them can relate to youth. So here we are presenting the top 10 youth-centric movies you must watch

Wake Up Sid

This is a story of a careless and aimless guy sid(Ranbir Kapoor) who doesn’t know what he is doing with his life. He has no interest in a study but he is very creative when it comes to photography but his passion is completely ignored by his father, Ram Mehra(Anupam Kher) who is a businessman and wants sid to join his business after graduation. Sid’s life completely changes when he meets Aisha (Konkana sen Sharma), an aspiring writer. With the help of Aisha, Sid finds a new way of life.

Director: Ayan Mukherji

2. Fukrey

Fukrey is a story of Delhi-based four youths who have different dreams but one common problem, which is money. Hunny (Pulkit Samrat), Choocha (Varun Sharma), and Laali (Manjot Singh) want to take admission to regular college but Zafar (Ali Fazal), a former college student wants to become a musician. Their life suddenly changes when they all meet Bholi Punjaban (Richa Chadha) who invested money in Hunny’s scheme, but everything doesn’t go according to plan, and here starts the game of cat and mouse.

Director: Mrighdeep Singh Lamba

3. Rocket Singh: Salesman of the year

Harpreet Singh Bedi (Ranbir Kapoor), a B.com graduate joins as a salesman in a big computer assemble company, AYS. Soon he finds out about the corrupt culture of the company, as an honest guy Harpreet thinks that he can manage the clients even without taking bribes but his honesty brings him only humiliation. Soon he forms his own company with his colleagues. In between, he faces many hurdles but in the end, manages to achieve his goal.

Director: Shimit Amin

4. Queen

Queen is a story of Rani (Kangana Ranaut), who is a Delhi-based Punjabi girl and belongs to a conservative family. She falls in love with Vijay (Rajkumar Rao) who later ditched her just before a wedding. Now Rani decides to go on Honeymoon alone to Paris and Amsterdam where she meets new people and gains experience of life & rediscover her own identity.

Director: Vikas Bahl

5. Pyar Ka Punchnama

Rajat “Rajjo” (Kartik Aryan), Nishant “Liquid” (Divyendu Sharma) and Vikrant (Raayo S Bakhirta) are working bachelors and friends who live together in an apartment. Rajat falls in love with Neha (Nushrat Bharucha) and Nishant falls in love with Charu (Ishita Raj Sharma). Vikrant loves Rhea (Sonalli Seygall) who can’t get over her boyfriend, Varun. Soon all three friends found out that girls are dominating on them & they have lost all their fun, happiness, privacy, and laughter. so they decide to quit their relationship.

Director: Luv Ranjan

6. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

The story follows three friends Arjun (Hritik Roshan), Kabir (Abhay Deol), and Imran (Farhan Akhtar) who reunite for a three-week road trip when one of their friends get engaged.They set off to Spain where Arjun falls in love with Laila (Katrina Kaif) who helps him to overcome the fear of water and compulsion to work. During the whole trip, each friend chooses a different sport to end their fear.

Director: Zoya Akhtar

7. Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani

Naina Talwar (Deepika Padukone) is a medical student who one day meets an old classmate Aditi Mehra (Kalki Koechin) and decides to go on a hiking trip into the Himalayas. Naina meets other classmates Kabir “Bunny” (Ranbir Kapoor) and Avinash “Avi” (Aditya Roy Kapoor). During their Journey, Naina and Bunny’s bond gets stronger but before she could express her feelings bunny decides to leaves India to pursue his career. They meet again after a few years and their love journey starts again.

Director: Ayan Mukherji

8. Udaan

Udaan is a story of 17-year boy Rohan (Rajat Barmecha) and his Alcoholic, abusive & conservative father Bhairav Singh (Ronit Roy). Rohan wants to become a writer but his father forces him to work at his metalworking factory and then attend engineering classes. Soon Rohan realizes that if he wants to follow his dream, he has to take a tough decision. After facing several humiliations one day he decides to leave the house with his little brother Arjun to chase his dreams.

Director: Vikramaditya Motwane

9. Luck By Chance

Vikram Jai Singh (Farhan Akhtar) is a young struggling actor who wants to become a film star. He falls in love with Sona Mehra (Konkana Sen Sharma). One day he gets a chance to work in a big banner movie as a lead actor. Soon he becomes romantically involved with co-actress Mikki (Isha Sharvani). News of their secret affair leaks and Sona gets upset with Vikram. Vikram rises to stardom but at the expense of his friends and love. Vikram tries to get back Sona but she refuses and walks out of his life.

Director: Zoya Akhtar

10. Dil Chahta Hai

Akash (Amir khan), Sameer (Saif Ali Khan), and Sid (Akshaye Khanna) are college friends who have just completed their graduation and plans a trip to goa. They vow to return there very soon and meet again. Soon Sameer and Sid fall in love with Pooja(Sonali Kulkarni) and Tara( Dimple Kapadia) respectively. But then something happens which breaks their bond & they choose a different path of their life but reunites again later.

Director: Farhan Akhtar

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nightshifters · 3 years

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list of all the fics that have been rec’d to me from this post below the cut !! thank you to everyone who sent me one & i’ll continue to update if people add more :)

Pies and Prejudice by linoresearch - Dean didn’t even want to enter this damn competition. He was happy with his life, more or less. It might not look like much from the outside, or to a younger brother headed towards a big time law career, but it wasn’t so bad that Dean needed to scrabble around for any opportunity to make a change – particularly not one as stupid as this. He’s going to throttle Sam the next time he sees him, for getting him involved in this ridiculous Bake-Off TV show. It’s bad enough that Dean has to cook in front of people he doesn’t know; he now has to go through the humiliation of being judged on it too. Its humiliation piled on humiliation, and to make matters worse Dean has to play nice with all the other suckers involved, like that rich dick-bag Castiel Novak. God, he hates that guy, and he hates that someone so awful has such a frustratingly fine ass. Written for the Dean/Castiel Big Bang 2013

Eat, Review, Love series by englandwouldfall - The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

Inevitable Homoeroticism in Spanish Romantic Heroes by prosopopeya - (i’ve actually read this one before!!!! it’s so much fun) Dean is a grad student studying for his MA in Spanish literature, and he’s pretty content with his sexuality as it is -- that is, fairly undefined and also secret. His attraction to Castiel, a professor to the undergrads, doesn't seem like a big deal until it becomes a very big deal, and Dean scrambles to keep his head above water.

Quarantension by everandanon - In which Dean and Cas weather quarantine together like any Good Friends would — by developing outstanding skills in self-deception and providing all the casual affection and strictly platonic* orgasms the other could possibly need to make it through.** *Really not platonic **Spoiler: They need a lot.

A Lesson in Blue (It’s In His Eyes) by saltyravenclaw - Dean expected this school year to be just like every other; a copy-and-paste one-two-three of the past six he’d spent teaching History to high schoolers. The same boring, repetitive staff meetings, the same classroom and classes, watching new faces come and old ones go. Weekends spent grading assignments or movie-marathoning with Charlie, happily debating Star Wars or Game of Thrones (and once, She-Ra. It was pride month; they were drunk.)What he was NOT expecting, however, was the new science teacher to be so….intriguing.His name was Castiel Novak, he taught Earth and Environmental science, and he was possibly one of the best and strangest people Dean’s ever met.For one thing, he wore sweater vests, slacks, and a damn trench coat, even in summer. He was a total dork for plants and animals, told really bad jokes, and had a rather extensive coffee mug collection.Oh, and another thing: he’s rather—scratch that, really—attractive.And he was right across the hall from Dean.Or, the one where Dean falls for the teacher across the hall, Castiel owns a snake named Marcy, and they both need to learn a little about love.

Red Hot Chili Professors by whelvenwings - (i’ve read their harry potter au a priori before and i hiiiiiighly recommend. it’s unfinished but it’s a BANGER) Dean's doing fine. He's always late for work, he's not taking care of himself, and he isn't planning on changing that - but seriously, he's fine. Except for one thing: someone's brought back the chili pepper rating system for all of the professors on campus, and Dean isn't rated the hottest. It's Castiel Novak, the guy who's always walking around in terrible sweater vests, who's got the full ten chilis - and that's something Dean does plan to change.

Lucky Winner by natmoose - Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with.But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

Three Funerals and a Wedding by englandwouldfall - “So, um…basically, it’s this… I need you to marry me. For plot.”Castiel stares at him.“What?” Dean asks, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.“I cannot believe gay marriage came to Moondoor before a significant part of America.”

Castiel Novak Hates Pet Names by englandwouldfall - (i’ve read this one before too it’s cute) Although Castiel’s ‘people skills’ are slightly rusty, he’s entirely sure the way Dean talks about his girlfriend ‘baby’ is a tad inappropriate…but then maybe that’s just because Castiel is in love with him.In which there is a bit of a misunderstanding.

Welcome to Pine Shores! by andimeantittosting - Thirteen years ago, Dean, with Cas by his side, bought the run-down Pine Shores Motel, and made it into a home and a stopping place for hunters. In those thirteen years, he has never been able to bring himself to admit his feelings to Cas—after all, why rock the boat? But, Dean realizes, doesn’t Cas deserve more than just growing old in a shabby motel with Dean? Surely, as a good friend, it’s Dean’s job to encourage Cas to get out there and live his dreams.

California Waiting by ballsdeepinwinchesters - Dean and Castiel's relationship has evolved over time- from strangers to roommates, roommates to friends, friends to best friends. The most troublesome evolution came to pass when they went from being best friends to "We're just friends."

#procrastinating my homework so bad but woohoooooo #fic rec #spn fic rec

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trilliastra · 4 years

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[when canon lets you down, you write your own ending. a my roommate is a detective fix-it of sorts]

Salim hands him the letter a month after Lu Yao and Bai Youning leave for Paris.

“Qiao Chusheng, please. I do not know what to do! Lu Yao disappeared! Oh, I am afraid he will get hurt! Please, come quick!” It says in Youning’s neat handwriting. Qiao Chusheng is on his feet before Salim could leave the room, taking the letter with him as he storms out of his office. He only remembers to question how the letter arrived so quickly once his ticket to Paris has been bought.

–

He doesn’t get much sleep once he’s in the ship, nightmares with Lu Yao being tortured appear every time he closes his eyes. He left clear instructions to his men to question – or torture, whatever works – every British man in Shanghai and Master Bai promised, angrily, to look into it as well, he would have the head of anyone who made his daughter cry, thanking Qiao Chusheng profusely for deciding to take matters into his own hands “You’re a good man, Chusheng.” He had said.

There’s nothing good about him, Qiao Chusheng sighs, running his hands through his hair after yet another failed attempt to fall asleep. He’s selfish and ungrateful. His boss has been nothing but a great father figure to him, and Bai Youning a kind – and sometimes annoying – little sister, and yet he can’t help but want to take their happiness away. He should be going to Paris to pay a debt, help a friend, but in reality, he’s going to save the man he loves.

–

Some nights he dreams about stopping Lu Yao’s wedding, other nights, he’s the one on that ship with him not Bai Youning. After, he always wakes up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down his face.

It was painful to see his two closest friends getting married and smiling at each other happily, planning a life together while his own plans for the future are to try not to die. He’s been alone for as long as he can remember, and though Master Bai saved his life, he couldn’t give Qiao Chusheng the love he so desperately wanted. And once Chusheng became a weapon to protect his boss, he knew no one would get close enough to see him, let alone love one of the most dangerous man in Shanghai.

Qiao Chusheng had resigned himself to a life without love. And then Lu Yao came in. The man was never afraid to speak up and prove him wrong, and despite Qiao Chusheng’s reputation, Lu Yao never cowered in fear but instead, let himself get closer, become his ally and in the end, his friend.

It was impossible, Qiao Chusheng admits, not to fall in love with a man as free as the wind.

–

“Lao Qiao!” Bai Youning cries out, waving her hand at him. The people around them are staring, but he doesn’t care. He’s never been to another country before, but he doesn’t have time to think about the scenery, not when Lu Yao is in danger.

“What happened?” He immediately asks, holding her arms. She doesn’t look hurt, or upset for that matter. Qiao Chusheng narrows his eyes when she smirks at him. “What did you do?”

She smiles cheerfully, practically jumping in excitement. “I wrote a story!”

–

“Let me go,” he tries to shake her arm off, but Bai Youning only holds him tighter, “I have a job! I can’t travel to another country just to appease your childish needs!” He has never felt anger quite like this, especially not directed to someone he cherishes, but he just never expected her to play this kind of wicked trick.

“You are not listening!” She protests, “Lu Yao needs you!” Qiao Chusheng growls, pushing her away angrily. Bai Youning falls, letting out a surprised yelp and looking up at him with wide eyes. People around them stop immediately, shocked, and Qiao Chusheng himself blinks, astonished at his own action.

A woman helps Youning up, glaring and muttering angry words that he cannot understand, trying to pull her away from him, but Youning only shakes them off with kind words spoken in broken french.

“I am sorry.” He says, immediately, once the people around them start to leave, not without a last judging look. “I shouldn’t have –” he is about to kneel in front of her and apologize when Bai Youning raises her hand.

“Lao Qiao,” she interrupts, “just follow me.” She says, turning around. This time Qiao Chusheng follows silently.

–

They get a taxi to the hotel Lu Yao and Bai Youning have been staying. Qiao Chusheng keeps his head down the entire time, berating himself silently for letting his feelings get the best of him. She is the daughter of his master, in the end she owns him just as much as her father.

“You know how he is.” She says once they are at the hotel, climbing the stairs to her and Lu Yao’s room. He tries not to think about what they have been doing all this time, alone, but he looks up curiously when Youning stops in front of a closed door and turns to him. “He just wants to be free to do as he pleases, without his father telling him what to do or the watchful eyes of the Brits or even my father. And I –” she smiles sadly, “maybe I wanted the same.” He nods in understanding.

In Shaghai she will always be Bai Qili’s daughter, married or not.

“Then why bring me –”

“Lu Yao is a genius,” she cuts in again, rolling her eyes. “but he is also very very stupid. It is frustrating, really. Can you believe he thought you did not love him?” She huffs, ignoring the way Qiao Chusheng’s mouth opens in surprise. “Men, honestly.” Bai Youning pulls a key out of her purse and turns to the door.

Qiao Chusheng feels like he is in a dream where everything looks and feels confusing and time does not exist. Has it been that long since he stepped out of the boat? Or was it only two minutes ago? Is Bai Youning real or is his mind making it up and he will wake up from one of his naps to Salim bringing him coffee?

“Lu Yao!” Bai Youning yells, pushing Qiao Chusheng inside the room forcefully. “I got a present for you!”

“I don’t want another watch.” Lu Yao whines. He is lying on the couch, eyes closed, a bottle of wine in his hand. “I just want my Lao Qiao with me.” He sniffles, taking a gulp of wine. “It’s afternoon in Shanghai right now,” he keeps talking, unaware of Qiao Chusheng watching him from the door, “he must be training. Shirtless.” He sighs. “Sweating.”

Qiao Chusheng blinks, turns to look at Bai Youning, confused. She gestures at Lu Yao like saying ‘I told you’.

“Youning?” Lu Yao calls, sitting up. His hair is ruffled and the top button of his shirt is open, Qiao Chusheng doesn’t understand how someone can be so cute and so tempting at the same time. “Where is the –” he coughs, eyes wide as he notices Qiao Chusheng for the first time, “Lao Qiao.” his voice is barely a whisper and Qiao Chusheng can’t help but smile. He missed Lu Yao so much. A month is a long time, especially once he got so used to having him around, sharing meals and discussing cases. More than once, after Lu Yao and Bai Youning left, he caught himself walking to their old apartment in the morning, turning around to ask him about his opinion on the scene of the murder, only to realize Lu Yao was not there.

It was incredibly painful.

“Lao Qiao.” Lu Yao repeats, standing up. He staggers and Qiao Chusheng moves on instinct, ready to catch him if he falls, but Lu Yao manages to keep himself upright as his eyes move from Qiao Chusheng to Bai Youning. “What is happening? Something happened with your father? No,” he immediately says, “you look far too happy for it to be something bad.” He narrows his eyes at Bai Youning. “What did you do? You are my wife, you are supposed to take care of me and not –” he gestures towards Qiao Chusheng awkwardly, avoiding his eyes. The reminder of their wedding is enough to wipe the smile off of Qiao Chusheng’s face.

Bai Youning’s expression softens and her smile is sad as she says, “our parents are not here, you don’t need to pretend.”

“But –” Lu Yao looks at Qiao Chusheng, then immediately turns to her again, “he –” he mumbles.

“It was a long trip,” Qiao Chusheng crosses his arms over his chest, annoyed. This is getting too far. “I’d like an explanation. Now.” This is too cruel to be a prank, Bai Youning may be childish but she isn’t mean. Even though Lu Yao has no idea of Qiao Chusheng’s feelings, the look on Bai Youning says she has.

“I do not love him.” She finally says. And that – oh, that is worse than a prank, that is – it is cruel. Because Bai Youning knows him, he’s noticed the confused looks on her face, the understanding when he refused to leave the hospital when Lu Yao was shot, the pity on her wedding day. And he forgave her for marrying him anyway, he forgave her because he thought she loved him, because why should he deny her happiness when he will never get his. But this – oh, he never thought she would do something like this. “He does not love me.”

“Youning!” “You –” Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng yell at the same time.

“We wanted to be free!” She keeps going, ignoring them both. “And I did not know.” She turns to him, rests her hands on his shoulder. “I swear I did not know. It was not my intention.” A stray tear falls from her eye and Qiao Chusheng feels all the anger leave him. “He loves you too. It is annoying how much he loves you.” Lu Yao shrieks, runs to put a hand over her mouth. Bai Youning only elbows his stomach and keeps talking, ignoring Lu Yao’s cries. “He talks about you when he is sober and he cries when he is drunk.”

“Bai Youning!” Lu Yao keeps trying to pull her back and Qiao Chusheng has never felt so many conflicting emotions in his life.

“But, you are married –” he finally says, “I saw it. We all did. Your father –”

“And no one knows.” She says. “Not here.” She holds another key for him to see. “We are sleeping in different rooms, I am his little sister. And nothing more.”

“Stop, please stop.” Lu Yao begs, collapsing on the floor. “He – Bai Youning, you know why I –”

“But he loves you!” She insists, pointing at Qiao Chusheng. “I know he does!”

“I do.” Qiao Chusheng finds his words again, eyes on Lu Yao. “I do love you. You are – ridiculous and clever and so – fascinating, I – of course I love you. The moment I met you – I had no choice but to love you.”

He watches Lu Yao shake his head as he starts to cry. He holds up his hand and Qiao Chusheng takes it. “I know you do.”

Bai Youning makes a noise of surprise and Qiao Chusheng tries to pull his hand back but Lu Yao tightens his hold, still kneeling in front of him. “I know you do.” He repeats, tears falling non-stop. “The way you touched me and looked at me and the way you talked.” Lu Yao smiles sadly. Qiao Chusheng never thought his heart could hurt so much.

“I cannot believe you –” Bai Youning screams, throwing her purse at Lu Yao, who barely moves, hand still holding Qiao Chusheng’s.

“I love you, so much.” Lu Yao confesses. “I have loved you from the moment you refused to say no to Bai Youning,” he sniffles, “a man so fierce but so sweet, a man capable of hurting to protect those he loves. So loyal.” He presses a kiss to Qiao Chusheng’s hand. “So brave.”

“Why?” Qiao Chusheng whispers, feeling his own eyes water. “You never said –”

“I love you.” Lu Yao repeats, fiercer this time. “But I will not go back, I can’t. And I won’t force you to leave everything you have behind. I love you too much for that.”

It all makes sense then. Lu Yao is a free spirit and he will never be free in Shanghai. He might go back for Qiao Chusheng but he will never be truly happy. There are too many variables, too much at stake.

He looks into Lu Yao’s eyes and sees it – the love, the one thing he had given up on. “I do not have much.” He finds himself saying. And he realizes it is true. A few shirts, some pants, another boot? Not even his house is his own. “I do not need much.” He adds, kneeling too. “Just you.” Lu Yao’s face brightens and Qiao Chusheng touches his cheek, feeling happy and seen and loved for the first time in his life.

–

Bai Qili gets a letter two months after Qiao Chusheng left for Paris, almost five months since his only daughter got married.

“Qiao Chusheng tried his best, but oh, those evil, evil, men. In the end, he could not save him, father, but he gave his life trying and I shall remember him for eternity. And Lu Yao, I can still see his smile, feel his hand on mine, I wish to come back but I am afraid I will only miss him more. And oh, his family, I cannot face them. Please father, I hope you understand. One day I shall come back to visit, but I am afraid Shanghai without my beloved Lu Yao and my friend Qiao Chusheng is not the same. It is not home.”

Oh, his poor child. Bai Qili thinks. She must be feeling lost in Paris, without a husband or her family. He will bring her back, she must stay with him, it will hurt for a while but she will get better, he knows because he will be there for her. Always.

–

Bai Youning is sitting outside the adorable bakery near her hotel. She puts the pen down and takes a sip of her coffee, thinking about what to write her father about Berlin. She’s never been there, obviously, but neither did he, so he won’t know the difference. When he send his men to search for her she won’t be there, but it is for the best.

She smiles as Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng discuss what flavor of cake they are going to try today. To the outsider they look like ordinary friends having a heated conversation about chocolate and strawberry, but Bai Youning knows better, watching Lu Yao touch Qiao Chusheng’s hand softly while the latter smiles in adoration.

It all worked out in the end, she sighs, perfectly content.

#my roommate is a detective #chuyao #qiao chusheng #lu yao #lu yao x qiao chusheng #mriad #my fic #i haven't watched past the 18th episode #i only know what happened through tumblr so... sorry for innacuracies #oops im rambling #we tired of queerbaiting here!!

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bluemoon-writer · 5 years

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Childhood Friends AU: The Dupain/Cheng/Le families

This is some background on how Marinette and Kim’s parents became friends

Part 1 and Part 2 the Childhood Friends AU: MariKim

-their mothers are best friends, Tom, Sabine, and Kim’s mom, Apinya (I don’t think she has a canon name yet, so this is what I’m naming her for now) all went to DuPont as kids

-Tom was the friendly, everyone’s best-friend, guy who never said no to anything, not because of peer pressure but bc he loves being around people and literally wanted to do everything. Sports to Art to Student Council, Tom did it all. (not that he was good at all of it tho)

-Sabine was a shy quiet kid bc she was afraid of being judged. She’s was super athletic, does martial arts outside of school, and absolutely whip smart, best grades in the class. Despite being shy, she is competitive AF. She had a massive crush on Tom, partly bc she admired how he could put himself constantly, and brush off losses. She started to come more out of her shell when Apinya was moved from class B to class A with her.

-they start an IMMEDIATE rivalry

-in class B, students were given extra credit for participation, and Apinya was the top student. When she switches to class A she is constantly raising her hand and shouting out answers out of habit. Since she was the number 1 student in class B, Sabine thinks she’s trying to show off, and is implicitly saying “haha I’m going to take the number 1 spot from you”

-so Sabine starts raising her hand in class and soon they have a full on competition to see who can get the best grades. They tie at nearly everything.

-When the class is split into two teams for a fun game a jeopardy both teams tie bc of Sabine and Apinya

-When group projects are assigned the two best groups are Sabine’s group and Apinya’s group

-Apinya doesn’t think they’re rivals, she interprets their ‘competition’ as a form of friendship. While she likes to win, and values having good grades, she is not competitive like Sabine (Kim’s sense of competitiveness actually comes from his dad). Apinya is really more a jokester, in her opinion. Really, she’s creative as hell, but doesn’t think her parents will approve of her pursuing artistic avenues so she focuses her artistic energy into jokes. She loud and fidgety (ADHD af) so she tricks herself into thinking she’s the class clown.

-their ‘rivalry’ ends when both of them realize that they can be getting even better grades if they team up.

-this realization happens when their teacher pairs them up for a city wide science fair competition, and easily take the first spot

-they hit it off and Sabine realizes that Apinya isn’t trying to maliciously steal her top spot and Apinya realizes that Sabine’s quick wit is great for improv and math.

-soon they’re best friends and partner up on every project. Apinya convinces Sabine to join the debate team, and Sabine pushes Apinya to join the art club.

-Now Tom has been admiring Sabine for a while. Ever since she started raising her hand in class. Now she’s joined the debate team with him.

-Tom is, admittedly, not good at debate. He’s a very straight forward guy, and isn’t good with what he calls “word-trickery” but he admires those who are good at it, and he likes doing it bc it keeps him up to date on current events.

-Sabine joins debate and is AMAZING at it. Her genius mind and competitive nature combine for maximum skills. And Tom’s admiration of her turns into a full blown crush. He starts baking treats to bring to the ‘debate team’ aka Sabine.

-and Sabine is dying bc she gets to spend practically every day with her crush and he’s even nicer/stronger/sweeter than she thought

-and eventually, they both confess to each other but they don’t date.

-Tom’s father refuses to let him date and when he thinks that his son and the pretty girl from the debate club might be a thing he gives him more hours in the bakery to prevent it from happening.

-Apinya starts a game night at her house, as an excuse for Sabine and Tom to spend time together outside of school

-Tom tells his dad that he’s giving Apinya cooking lessons

-When the girls find out the name sticks

-Eventually, they graduate and Toms father can’t stop them from dating.

-Sabine and Apinya go to university, Sabine for accounting and Apinya for art, specifically sculpting.

-Tom goes to culinary school, he’s been arguing with his dad about bread and has dreams of opening his own bakery. His programs lasts two years and when he graduates he proposes to Sabine. (She said yes, of course)

-Apinya doesn’t date in school out of solidarity for her friend. But once in university she is whisked off her feet.

-they meet when she’s 20. He’s older by 7 years and a fairly successful business man following in his fathers footsteps. Meet Lê Sinh Chi.

-He’s in Paris on a business trip when he meets Apinya. It’s love at first sight for both of them and by the time he leaves Paris they’re dating.

-He immigrates to France for her. His father is pissed bc he is suppose to take over the company. Chi wants to expand the company more internationally and tries to convince his father to build a headquarters in Paris, but his father refuses and instead threatens to disinherit him.

-Chi calls his bluff and moves to Paris anyway. His father kicks him out of the company but doesn’t disinherit him or remove him from his will.

-In Paris, Chi has a lot of business contacts. He’d been planning to take his father’s company international for a while and had spent several years making contacts with businessmen around the globe.

-he briefly works at the company of one his contacts before splitting off to start his own. Within a year, it’s booming.

-Within a year he proposes to Apinya

-He’s extremely competitive. He was the third of four children and fought hard to distinguish himself from his older siblings. He graduated university at age 19 and got his MBA by 21 and immediately went into business.

-he gets along great with Tom and Sabine. Despite having many contacts in France, visiting for business and permanently moving somewhere are very different and he’s glad to have some friends

-all it takes is one “cooking lesson” and the rest is history

-Chi is offended at first when Apinya tells him to come to cooking lessons with her, but quickly realizes that it’s a game night

-some nights turn out very...interesting. Many end after Sabine and Chi lose their voices from yelling so much.

-Chi almost murders them all in monopoly, but Sabine had been secretly embezzling from the bank so she managed to pull out on top. Apinya and Tom were so scarred from the experience that they swore to never play it again at game night.

-That works until Marinette and Kim come along

-Chi gives Tom the loan he needs to start his bakery. Tom had a respectable amount saved up, enough for a shop actually, but not enough for his dream shop. With, Chi’s loan Tom is able to get the perfect location.

-After Sabine and Apinya graduate they both get married within six months of each other.

-They joked about a joint wedding, but if they did that then they wouldn’t be able to be each other’s bridesmaids

-Sabine helps Tom craft the plan for his bakery. They’re a dream team, with his culinary skills and knowledge of the baking industry and her accounting skills and knowledge of business they create the perfect design.

-Apinya starts working on a sculpture collection based on themes of, oddly enough, creation and destruction

-Sabine and Apinya both end up getting pregnant around the same time which they love (ages 25/26 or so)

-they swear they didn’t plan it

-Tom and Chi aren’t so sure

-They go to baby classes together, and occasionally pretend to be lesbian lovers when people ask about their husbands

-Just before Kim is born, Chi Switches from a his position as CEO to chairman so that he can have more time with his family

-Tom actually closes the bakery for two weeks after Sabine gives birth so that he can take care of both her and baby Marinette

-when he opens back up, his mom actually comes and works the register for him until Sabine is ready to come to work

-Sabine is not the type to like to just sit around. Even though she’s not working in the bakery, she’s still doing the books every night. She actually feels like she doesn’t have enough to do and begins doing personal financing for Chi as his company is getting large and he doesn’t trust a stranger to handle his accounts

-Apinya and Tom teamed up and designed Kim and Marinette’s nurseries together. Apinya designed and built the furniture and Tom decided on decorations and the color palette.

-Kim was born a month before Marinette, a fact that he uses against her for the rest of her life

-Kim and Mari start having playdates before they can even crawl

-Sabine and Apinya put them in little baby swings next to each other

-Tom and Sabine had been using their attic space as a weird office/guest room/storage area but when Marinette and Kim got older they decided to transform it into a playroom for the kids

-Marinette loved the room so much, and had so many fond memories there, that she eventually made it her bedroom

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