#a ball at the anjo house

[maggiecheungs]

The Ball at the Anjo House (1947) dir. Kōzaburō Yoshimura

[frnndlcs]

Anjô-ke no butôkai, Kôzaburô Yoshimura, 1947

[doublebilled]

Holiday (1938) dir. George Cukor

The Ball at the Anjo House (1947) dir. Kōzaburō Yoshimura

[luvsfootball]

injury - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - anon.

request - hey its me the anon that asked for the aurel fic... so basically hes injured and out for two months (😭😭) can you do him and reader using that time to catch up and do couple stuff coz back then he's too busy to do allat. just giving out ideas if you dont want to write it its fine. thank you for writing for aurel tho love you sm (😭🤍🤍🤍)

“ow, ow, ow,” aurelien winced, climbing out of bed to try and make it to the kitchen. his groans of pain made you stir in bed and when you sat up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.

“baby, the doctor said you have to rest. where are you going?”

he turned at the sound of your voice and sighed as he felt completely defeated. lying back, he rested his head against the pillow as he muttered, “i wanted to make you breakfast.”

you laughed at his words and sat up, grabbing your nightgown from the bedside table. “aurelien, you’re hurt. if anything, i should be making you breakfast.”

aurelien grabbed his matching nightgown, something that he was adamant you both brought a couple months ago.

“what are you doing?”

“i want to come with you,” he replied, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was in pain. you sighed, pushing hin lightly back down onto the bed and pecking his lips. “relax, anjo.”

he rolled his eyes in a joking manner, leaving you to go and make breakfast for the two of you.

+

you knew aurelien was slowly losing his mind being in the house 24/7, so you had decided to book a trip away to france, where you both grew up.

“have you got the passports?”

“for the last time, everything’s sorted.”

aurelien picked at his fingernails as you both sat on the chairs, waiting for your flight to begin boarding. you grabbed his hand to stop him from doing the habit he had picked up ever since his injury.

“what’s wrong, anjo?”

he sighed as he looked into your eyes. “i’m just happy we’re getting to spend more time together.”

the smile on your face was wide as you rubbed circles on his skin, “i’m glad too, aurelien.”

it said your flight was boarding so you both walked up to the walkway, hand in hand as you got ready to board to france.

+

“he’s okay, i think he’s just going a bit crazy. football has been part of life forever, and well now he has to wait.”

your sister gave a sympathetic smile to you whilst aurelien kicked a ball outside with your niece. she loved aurelien and when she found out about his injury, she was bummed as well.

the pair of them always played football whilst he was back in france, so now he couldn’t keep up, she was sad.

“how’s your leg?”

“sore. that’s why i’m using this one.”

aurelien kicked the ball back to her with his okay leg, and she caught it in her hands. “do you love aunty y/n?”

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “of course i do, mon petit champion.” she smiled at the nickname before resting on the grass with aurelien.

“are you going to marry her?”

he was taken aback. of course he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but aurelien had never really gave much thought to how you’d spend your future together.

looking at you through the glass screen, aurelien knew then and there he was going to marry you. he just wasn’t sure when.

“of course i am.”

+

the muffins were in the oven and now you were both home, things had gone fast. aurelien had been back to training but he was taking it slow.

he seemed to have cheered up a lot so you were making his favourite muffins to take with him to work tomorrow.

“they smell amazing, anjo.”

his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he kissed your head, taking a lick of the spoon that you had used to stir the mix.

aurelien loved you like this.

all messy and worn out from doing baking.

“i was talking to cassie the other week.” at the mention of your niece you turned around, wondering now what they spoke about. “and?”

“she asked when we were going to get married.”

at the mention of marriage, you laughed a little. of course you wanted to get married and the fact your niece told him made you chuckle.

but his face fell at your laughs. “what, you don’t want to get married?”

“no, of course i do. i just can’t believe a nine year old was talking about marriage with you.”

“well that’s good, because…”

aurelien trailed off, hand feeling around his pocket to find the ring he had brought the other day. he dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand.

“aurelien, what are you doing?”

“these past couple of weeks, you’ve shown me that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’ve taken care of me whilst i’ve been hurt and you paid for a trip to france so i could see my family. you’re my world. my moon and stars.”

tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at him. “my knee’s kinda hurting,” he chuckled and you laughed too, pulling him up. “of course i’ll marry you. i love you too, baby.”

“let’s call cassie and tell her the good news.”

[vintagewoc]

yumeko aizome and setsuko hara in a ball at the anjo house (1947)

[grusinskayas]

Setsuko Hara in The Ball at the Anjo House | 安城家の舞踏会 (1947) dir. Kōzaburō Yoshimura

[falsenote]

The Ball at The Anjo House (1947)

[communicants]

A Ball At The Anjo House (Kōzaburō Yoshimura, 1947)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Ball at the Anjo House (Kôzaburô Yoshimura, 1947)

[clemsfilmdiary]

The Ball at the Anjō House / Anjō-ke no butōkai (1947, Kōzaburō Yoshimura)

安城家の舞踏会　（吉村公三郎）

2/14/18

[atsuminthe]

“Princesa, should I pour a glass of merlot for @nakizumie?”

★ minty’s notes: he. love he. dream man. i’d become his housewife if he called me pretty.

★ word count: 529 (i always get carried away with chuu’s reqs 😔)

★ warning: female reader

    “front, front!”

    the sound of shouts and the slap of skin on leather fills the beach, a welcome contrast to the bustling of the city behind you. Ipanema bay is always full of people, no matter what time of the day or night you decide to come, but that didn’t seem to be a deterrent when nicolas proposed a day out, ‘escape the confinements of the house’ as he put it, making his son laugh because, if anyone asked, the view of Rio from your penthouse was the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever witnessed.

    but you are out, sitting under a palm tree on your beach mat, sunglasses perched on top of your head as you put sunscreen on the little boy’s shoulders and face. “and be careful not to go too far, alright?” you instruct and rubens nods eagerly, taking his sand toys and running off to his friends. you take the opportunity to stretch a little and take your sunglasses off your head, holding them in your hand as your eyes drift to the other side where, in the middle of chaos, your husband jumps to spike the ball over the net with a smile on his face.

    you never thought you’d see a man so handsome you feel like fainting—yet nicolas is living proof that you were wrong. oh so very wrong, with his Colgate ad-worthy smile, his incredible physique—his muscles rippled every time he blocked a ball or high-fived one of his teammates, patting their back after; his abs flexed whenever he leaned back slightly—his pretty face and his smooth, accented voice.

    you wave slightly when you see him grin in your direction, a soft smile spreading on your visage. he jogs over, taking off his own sunglasses and plopping down on the mat next to you. “hello, amor,” he beams, kissing your cheek when you playfully push him away with a hand on his chest.

    “hey, jeitoso. how’s the game?” you giggle. your hand reached in the cooler bag you have with you, fishing out a bottle of water and handing it to him.

    “match point, but we took a break,” he explains before chugging half of the bottle. “i’ve been dying to come back and kiss my pretty wife.”

    “is that why you took a break?”

    “maybe. maybe not.”

    you shake your head in disbelief, but your grin betrays you and you find yourself in the iron grip of your husband’s hug as he rubs his stubbled cheek on yours. “nico!”

    “what? i just said—”

    “i know what you said! come here.”

    you pry his arms off you and sit on your knees, leaning down to press your lips against his. he’s warm, but the comforting kind, as he places a big hand on the small of your back for support. the kiss is sweet, with a tinge of sensuality, a few smiles thrown in the mix. you rest your head on his shoulder when you part, closing your eyes and inhaling his musky scent. “i love you, nico.”

    “i love you too, meu anjo,” he sighs, letting his head fall on yours as a hand snakes around your waist. “so, so much.”

[maggiecheungs]

Setsuko Hara in The Ball at the Anjo House || 安城家の舞踏会 (1947) dir. Kōzaburō Yoshimura

[mabusecaligari]

The Ball at the Anjo House (Anjô-ke no butôkai, 1947) - Kozaburo Yoshimura

[oldfilmsflicker]

new-to-me #83 - Anjô-ke no butôkai (A Ball at the Anjo House)

[papillonpapillon57]

Kôzaburô Yoshimura Anjôke no butôkai 1947 Subt The Ball at the Anjo House

[falsenote]

The Ball at The Anjo House (1947)