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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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How the GoT Characters Propose To You

We’re BACK AT IT AGAIN FOLKS

In this imagine, you’ll be proposed to by: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion

NED STARK

In spite of the fact your families arranged this marriage years ago, Ned has to be his usual honorable, traditional self and go along with the expected courting process. That includes a formal proposal, but… that’s not for the purpose of tradition. The way he beams and looks at you with such adoration, you can tell he just really wants to hear you say “yes” to the proposal he shyly talks through. The ring is on the more modest side, combining the direwolf and your house’s sigil. There’s a personal touch on the inside; either an inscription or an engraving that has a special meaning to the two of you. He likely has a matching ring, very unassuming, that he wears whenever possible.

ROBB STARK

He didn’t expect to fall so completely for you during this stuffy courting process. Robb can’t believe how lucky he is, and it’s obvious to everyone how enamored he is with you. He’s ready to jump straight to the wedding, tradition be damned, but oh well. What he does do is give you the ring quite early, and his own proposal, even if your marriage has been long decided. His proposal is straightforward, but there’s love and earnestness in his eyes as he takes your hands and presents the ring he secretly acquired. It’s beautifully crafted, with silver direwolves and gemstones that match your house’s sigil for their eyes.

SANSA STARK

Sansa had thought about this for a long time. Letting that romantic spirit come back, even after you’d been together for a while, was difficult. The whole concept of marriage had become repulsive to her, but together the two of you could make it something different. She gave you an unassuming ring you could always wear, with gemstones that reminded her of your eyes. She tried not to cry with happiness as she gave her heartfelt proposal. You’d say your vows in the weirwoods, where she always wanted to be married. The whole day would seem like a dream to her, like the innocent daydreams she had as a girl, before the world took everything.

JON SNOW

He had it planned out: What he would say, where he would say it, but his nerves and doubts bite at him again and again. You can tell he’s been thinking about something for months, it’s been weighing on him, but you hadn’t expected this. It all makes sense when you both are alone in a godswood and Jon takes your hand … and finally blurts it all out. He had a silver ring made; you don’t know how he managed it, but it’s pretty in its simplicity. There’s a direwolf running across the ring, its teeth bared, and another one running beside it. A pack of two.

BENJEN STARK

The asking and ceremony would be more of a ‘symbolic’ thing - being you both were in the Night’s Watch, and you were in disguise. It’s why when he first asked you, you thought it was some silly jap. “Of course, Ben,” You rolled your eyes. “I would love to be your wife.” Then he took your hand, removed the old woolen glove covering it and put on a small, unassuming iron ring that fit you perfectly. Benjen couldn’t stop grinning as he asked you again. It’s a sweet moment you share high up on the wall, in the middle of the darkness, where it seems like you both are totally alone in the world. Days afterward, you notice the engravings of the direwolf inside the ring.

JORY CASSEL

No matter how long you both were together at this point, Jory gets tongue-tied and stumbles over what he carefully rehearsed. He’s still so sure you’ll refuse him, given the small land and influence his family has. He thought for a long time about what sort of ring to get you, and admittedly, he was thinking about it early on in the relationship. It’s something quite pretty and elegant, and it references your house and personal taste. Honorable and traditional as he was, it didn’t feel right going to your family for “formal” permission. He wanted to know your feelings first, and that you truly wanted the arrangement.

EDDISON TOLLETT

You being his “old lady” was a dumb in-joke you and Edd had for some time. You were disguised in the Night’s Watch, of course, but the way you two (playfully) bickered made everyone call you an exhausting old couple. Even when you both were alone, Edd would use “wife”, though you were increasingly aware it wasn’t a joke anymore. Finally he really asks you, even if it’s pointless, even if it’s while you both are freezing in the middle of a frozen wasteland. And even then, he’s still surprised you say yes. One day he ties a piece of old twine around your finger, blushing the whole time, insisting you don’t have to keep it on if you don’t want to.

YARA GREYJOY

If you were from the greenlands, from the get-go, Yara liked to refer to you as her salt wife. It was half teasing, half telling the other Ironborn to stay away. Whenever she’d say it, she’d keep such a protective hold on your waist, you were half-convinced she was going to carry you off to her ship. Eventually she made good on that promise. If you were Ironborn, Yara would be more willing to be forward. She’d tell you about some story she heard from her uncle about brides of the sea, women who stayed together and never married, though you knew she wasn’t one for fancies. Regardless, she’d have matching necklaces made for the both of you, leather and iron, like most of what she owns. She keeps it protected under her clothes.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

Oh, she’s brought it up with you plenty of times - how you’ll be her Queen before gods and men, no matter what anyone thinks. The thing is, you both never did a grand ceremony. There were other matters to attend to, but Daenerys always made it clear to visitors who you were to her. She has plans for a wonderful ceremony once she takes her throne back, a celebration of your unbreakable union… Well, until then, you both can have your private vows. There’s dozens of beautiful things she’s given you (mostly from suitors who won’t bugger off), but your favorite is a necklace she had specially made. It’s a necklace of obsidian with dragons in flight, all connected together. The three largest dragons have a ruby, a diamond and an emerald for their eyes - a reference to her children, who are also fond of you. You two also wear matching obsidian bands with small rubies, made from the same stone as the necklace.

JORAH MORMONT

First, you knew this was happening. Jorah wears his heart on his sleeve and that’s even more evident when he’s worried about something. You noticed he was being both especially loving and anxious. You considered saying something, but he was clearly waiting for a perfect moment. Seriously, he’d look ready to say something, then back off at the last second at least a dozen times. Finally Jorah asked you, with the most loving smile on his face, and he was so choked up when you accepted - as if he really thought you’d refuse. You’ve told him before that you don’t need anything fancy, but he still gets you a lovely and elegant ring with silver-black engravings of small bears and another animal you’re fond of. He’s thrilled if you got him a matching ring or necklace; again, Jorah didn’t imagine you’d want such a thing. He’d wear it constantly and it’d become something he’d fiddle with when he was nervous.

MISSANDEI

Missandei would wait for you to pop the question because, in truth, she never imagined you’d want to. She understood that was a tradition in your home country, but you were both women, and she was… well, she just didn’t expect it. But Missandei’s eyes light up with surprise and adoration at your earnest question, and she says yes without even thinking. She isn’t one for anything fancy, but she’d love you both to have a matching set of bracelets, necklaces or rings - something elegant but not flashy, perhaps with stones or engravings that mean something personal to the both of you. She’d always wear it, even if she had to hide it under her clothes for some reason or another. She’s terribly flustered when someone asks her who it’s from and what it means.

GREY WORM

Oh, no no no. He’d grown a lot beside you, and as Daenerys’ commander, but there were still areas where Grey Worm felt like he wasn’t enough. It would take a lot of prodding and reassurance from Missandei before he’d finally start planning. You’d wonder what he was up to, and he’d just shyly say it was a surprise and you’d learn eventually. His proposal is sweet and faltering; he tried to stay serious, but he just couldn’t when you looked at him with those kind eyes. Grey Worm decided to make the jewelry himself - it would be an intricate leather bracelet with gemstones inlaid. He hunted the animal and tanned the leather himself, and spent many evenings hurting his fingers to put it together. He has a matching one, though it’s far simpler.

TYWIN LANNISTER

First off, this was a marriage arranged well in advance, so you didn’t expect any extended courting or proposals. This was Tywin, after all. Still he managed to surprise you a fortnight before the wedding with an absurdly jeweled ringbox. The ring itself was Lannister gold, and you anticipated lions and rubies… but it was your house’s sigil, with your birthstone inlaid, and small lions along the band. It’s far more than you anticipated from such a man. And when Tywin presented it to you, you sensed his expectation, and the heat in his eyes... He would never admit to wanting your approval, but that look was saying otherwise. Some years later, you have more jewelry than you could dream of, but you still wear that original ring most often. You’ll catch him glancing at it when you put it on, or twist it around your finger, then he’ll glance aside like he wasn’t watching.

TYRION LANNISTER

Naturally, he’s been thinking of this and planning it for weeks, maybe months, depending on how in love he is. Even if it’s a marriage of love, Tyrion will still have late-night nagging thoughts that you’ll back out, or you’re doing it out of duty. When he takes your hand and gives you the sweetest proposal you’ve ever heard, he still isn’t sure… until you kiss him and tell him what a silly man he’s being. Of course you’d accept. The ring has beautiful craftsmanship, with delicate flowers, lions and gemstones matching your house. It’s rosegold and silver rather than Lannister gold, and the inscription inside is something of an in-joke between you two, likely a quote from a book.

JAIME LANNISTER

You were concerned when he first approached you. It’s rare Jaime is this solemn with you, and he’d been acting strange the past week. Then he started to speak, and you realized he was nervous. His cheeks were starting to get red, and he was having trouble looking right at you. His nervousness came from the fact that Jaime wasn’t entirely sure you’d say yes, no matter how long you’d been together, no matter how confident he was that whole time. All the doubts would begin to creep, and before you could even answer, he considered backing out. But you said yes, and the smile that grew on his face was so wonderful to see. Jaime doesn’t want anything fancy or ceremonial, tradition and his family name be damned. The ring is gold, naturally, but it’s simple and charming. There’s small, pretty gemstones inlaid beside lion engravings.

SANDOR CLEGANE

At this point, you two have been married in all but name for years. He has his own thoughts on marriage, and you have your’s, and there was never a rush. People in the village already thought you already took vows, so honestly, you might have kids before Sandor starts considering something a little official. It would be something simple, but heartfelt. He’d have a fancy leather bracelet woven for you, or a simple silver ring, if you’d prefer that. He wouldn’t want much for himself, and would be flustered if you made something - but he’d absolutely wear it. Instead of taking the three black dogs from the Clegane sigil, you both would think of something new.

BRONN

He’s made all sorts of stupid jokes about marriage, especially now that he’s a proper lord. You’ve never taken any of it seriously, especially when these sentimental rambles come from when he’s drunk and wanting under your dress. Other times are when you’re out and about and pass a sept - “We oughta made it official, then go straight to the wedding night” - really, you never expected him to be serious about it. One evening he tossed something shiny at you, and you caught it. It was a beautiful ring with a huge diamond … and your first thought is if he stole it. He didn’t look at you, only mumbled something about maybe talking to your family. Maybe considering it for real. Bronn’s terrible with emotions, especially speaking them out loud. His gestures speak louder, and the whole time he’s talking he’s trying not to look at you.

PETYR BAELISH

Naturally he planned out the whole proposal - the right location, what he would say, and a beautiful ring that meant something important to you. It wasn’t big and conspicuous, rather it was something absolutely tailored for you, with a mockingbird etched inside. Petyr starts strong as he takes your hand, but begins to falter in his words when you look at him with such adoration. That undivided attention and love just gets him flustered, though he knew you’d accept. This was all part of his plan, but even knowing it would happen didn’t make him any less pleased.

STANNIS BARATHEON

Your houses had been in discussion about the betrothal for a while, but being the man he was, Stannis still wanted to do the usual courting and formal proposal. His words were blunt, the tips of his ears were turning red and he kept darting his eyes away, but he said it. He remembers the ring when you accept, and you assumed he had it ordered without much thought… Though when you look at it, you notice it’s not just pretty woven gold and black diamonds. In the center of the diamonds is your birthstone, and you wonder if he added that touch - your parents certainly wouldn’t have. Even after you’ve been married for years and have plenty of jewelry to pick from, Stannis gets a little flushed that you wear the first ring he gave you so often.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

Your dear Davos made your ring, a pretty and modest thing he created with the help of a blacksmith friend (you were wondering where those little burns on his fingers came from). You both had been together for a while now, talking about marriage here and there but never actually doing it. When he takes your hand, he’s bashful, though he gets through his words. They’re sweet and honest, like you expected. He knew you’d say yes, but he wanted to say it, and to give you the ring. Even if you don’t want a ceremony, he wanted to give you this. It’s a pretty silver and iron ring with pretty engraved flowers, your favorite, and a loving inscription on the inside.

MARGAERY TYRELL

First off, she’d been asking you strange questions for weeks. You could tell she wanted to get you a gift, and she wanted it to be just right. Then you realized she must have some sort of elaborate date planned… Well, you didn’t expect the wonderful evening to end in a proposal. Even if it wasn’t possible for you by the laws of Westeros, Margaery didn’t care. She had a beautiful ring made for you, and she had her “vows” ready. As far as she’s concerned, your hearts belong together, and the gods will understand. She only cries a little, but she’s mostly beaming as you say yes and allow her to put it on your finger.

The gold ring is made wonderfully, with sculpted roses and a large emerald in the center, with her birthstone around it. Margaery wanted a matching one, but that might be suspicious. So, her ring is your favorite flower sculpted with your birthstone in the center.

BRYNDEN TULLY

All his life Brynden resisted the brides his brother threw at him, absolutely sure he was going to die a warrior and not some lazy lord… Well, you certainly changed that perspective, though he likes to say he’s still too old and you ought to spend your life with someone else. Because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, and you deserve it - and with the upcoming war - he gets the ring. Brynden is actually flustered the whole time, giving you a curt and honest proposal. He wants to be with you until the rest of his days - even if they’re numbered - if you’ll have him. No fancy ceremony, ideally, it’s just the two of you. The ring itself is unusual and also not traditional. It’s cool silver with black etchings, and the sigils are your house’s sigil or a favorite flower. It’s not very Tully, except for a small chain of trout engraved on the inside.

EDMURE TULLY

He’s completely confident in this proposal. And why not? You both adore each other, the marriage has been planned for well over a year now, he has just the right place to ask you… Though he’s so excited, he ends up stumbling over some words while he asks you. The official arrangement had already been announced, but he still wanted to do something private and romantic. It was difficult for Edmure to keep the ring a secret. He oversaw every step of it being made, and when he notices you looking at it, it makes him very happy. It’s an elegant silver ring inlaid with diamonds, rubies and sapphires; the latter being in a wavy formation like the Tully banner. You think it’s a bit extravagant, but he says otherwise.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

She’s been thinking about it over and over… you can tell she’s been agonizing about something for months. Finally she shyly presents you with a pretty and simple gold bracelet she figured you could always wear; stumbles over her words to explain it, then you understand her meaning. Yall find an abandoned sept and do cute lil vows and shes crying lol. You rlly want her to wear something similar and she’s just blushing the whole time but she agrees; she takes extremely good care of the necklace/bracelet and wears it under her armor.

RAMSAY BOLTON

Your parents and Roose made the arrangement, so you and Ramsay had little say in the matter. Still, he loves to play his roles, so he wanted to play the part of the attentive, doting lord, especially in front of your family. Though you’re surprised by the unusual ring he gives you; it’s two smooth rings interlocking with each other. The proposal is a little intense and unsettling, but you notice something when he puts it on your finger. He has small burns on his fingers, like had smithed it himself… And you wonder how he knew your ring size… Later on, when you both are married and living in the Dreadfort, sometimes he’ll take your hand and run his thumb over the cold ring.

ROOSE BOLTON

You both were officially engaged for some time, so he didn’t have to do any sort of proposal. When you both were at a private, quiet place in the gardens, and he took your hand. You weren’t expecting it at all. It was simple enough. He promised to look after you, to ensure your protection and health. It almost seemed… genuine, though those eyes were cold as ever. The ring was another surprise. You realized it was an heirloom, but it still looked impeccable. It was iron that was twisted into an elegant shape, with rubies and morganite. The largest ruby was in the center, shaped like a tear-drop… or maybe that was a blood-drop? You notice afterward he’ll glance at your hand each time you meet, as if concerned you wouldn’t wear it.

OBERYN MARTELL

You both had been paramours for years now, and you didn’t need the ring to be happy or official… So it surprised you when after a wonderful evening of dancing and drinking, and pressing against each other in the gardens, he asked you the question. It was romantic, like you’d expect, but also so earnest. Oberyn always wears his feelings on his sleeves, but this didn’t seem like a spur-of-the-moment passionate proposal. His words seemed like he’d worked on them for a long time. Oberyn is understanding if you want to stay paramours and not an official Lady Martell, as that title comes with trappings and expectations. He just had to ask you and hear your acceptance. The ring he gives you is gold, with vibrant topaz and rubies. The inside is engraved with the spear of Martell. You later learn from his brother that it’s a beloved family heirloom.

BERIC DONDARRION

The two of you don’t have much, but you’ve been in love for a long time and he very much wants a “proper” ceremony to express that. He shyly proposed to you in the moonlight after you both made love, and the almost desperation in his voice surprised you. He gave you a smooth, iron ring with a faint design of interwoven flames. The “ceremony” is a drunk Thoros and equally drunk septon his men found, for a double ceremony! It’s extra luck! Or something like that. Beric insists that makes it even more official, and he’ll marry you under a Godswood too, if you come across one. He’s full of smiles and wants to bridal carry you every chance he gets.

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letsloveimagines · 4 years ago

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Title: Forever

Pairing: Corpse Husband x female!reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: How about one where Corpse proposes? With flowers and everything! Like he went out of his comfort zone to propose to you in public because he felt like you deserved it!

Word Count: 2225

Warnings: luff and some swearing

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.

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The little black box, with that important thing hidden inside, weighed in the pocket of his dark jeans as he headed for her condo. Corpse's breathing was fast, his hands were shaking immensely, and his heart was beating fast, so fast that it seemed to want to escape his chest.

He strode, always faster than anyone, avoiding people who came in the opposite direction as far away as possible. The further away the better.

Swallowing hard feeling a lump in his throat, Corpse looked at the sky, which at that moment was a sea of red, orange and yellow, indicating that it would not be long before dark and for the moon to replace the sun.

Grabbing his phone and watching the time, he quickened his pace even more, playing with the rings on his long fingers and feeling his back cold with the nervous sweat.

He was ready, however, and he was sure that Y/N was the one. Since that day they met at the small cafe, he knew she was his forever. That day Corpse had risked going out for the first time in a very long time, trying to win even though he knew he would never really be able, at least not as he almost did now with her. That red-haired employee looked at him bored - certainly tired and dissatisfied with his own life, but who wasn’t? - his deep voice stuttering nervously as he tried to place the order. He succeeded there, and the minutes that it took the employee to complete it were truly terrifying. He said a small thank you, handed over the money, and in the moment he took the cup his hands were shaking so much that he thought he was going to drop it. Everyone was looking at him, Corpse was able to feel their gaze and there was nothing he wanted to do but disappear from there. But then an angel came up to him, gently touched his hands assuring him that everything was fine, and offering him a big, beautiful smile that made him dreamy for the rest of the day. Cliché he had the notion of that, but so incredibly good that remembering it makes him feel butterflies in his belly.

The memory was long enough to reach its destination, and the nerves tripled at the moment he saw the condominium of white and brown buildings. He was quick to send a message to let her know that he was already there, and it didn't take long to receive one in exchange of her saying she was going down as fast as she could.

Corpse took a deep breath, leaning against the wall with the white paint a little chipped and in need of a new coat of paint, and reached into his pocket feeling the velvet box stroking his fingerprints. It was still there, safe and heavy with all hopes for a bright future.

"Hey, love." Y/N’s sweet voice sounded nearby, along with the sound of her elegant footsteps.

"Hey, babe.." Corpse greeted pulling the mask away slightly - he couldn't get out without it, even on that very important day - and kissed his girlfriend's black-colored lips (she started to like seeing herself in black since they were together). It was a gentle kiss but full of longing and security, and especially full love. Her lips tasted like blackberries, which he loved, and the black lipstick helped to highlight the beautiful features of her face that only left him even more enchanted. How he was lucky enough to have someone so wonderful in his shitty life? This was something that Corpse questioned every day…

Y/N's eyes were bright when they pulled away and she smiled sweetly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I missed you."

"As did I, baby. Where do you want to go?"

"I thought it would be good for us to take a little walk."

"Are you sure? We can stay home if you want to, or if you don’t feel comfortable." Oh, how he loved her. Y/N was so understanding and attentive, and if she was another girl, she would have left his sorry ass a long time ago. And yes, Corpse was uncomfortable being on the outside, in plain sight, but it was something he wanted to do for her.

"I'm sure, let's go. It will be dark soon."

Y/N was quick to get to his left side, interlacing their fingers when they joined hands, Corpse's bigger hand practically swallowing hers.

Without further ado they began to walk calmly, Corpse remembering to slow down knowing that it would be difficult for his girlfriend to keep up with his hurried pace.

"I was thinking that we could go to dinner at that restaurant that you like." He informed her. It was a small and quiet restaurant, and they had been there before. It had gone well and without any problem. That was how he wanted it that night.

"Sure, I'd love it as long as it's okay with you." Y/N looked at him again with an uncertain look.

Corpse stroked her small hand. "I'll be fine as long as I'm with you."

The pink tone on her cheeks and the passionate smile with which she presented him made it all worthwhile.

On the way to the restaurant they talked about their days. Y/N told him how it had been a little busy day (she was a graphic designer) and she had already finished the cover of a fantasy book, and given it to the writer when he decided he wanted to change something at the last minute. She managed to do so, but not without feeling that she would tear her hair out in frustration. Corpse pulled her closer to him and assured her that everything was fine, that she was great at what she did and that better days would come.

He was telling her about the two-hour stream playing with the friends he had made, and the music he was writing, when they finally arrived.

They went in, asked for a table further away and without much trouble went to sit in their seats, with the menu on the wooden table waiting for them. There was no need to look though, whenever they went there they asked for the same thing, so that's what they did. She ordered spaghetti bolognese and for him just a vegetable soup with chicken. To accompany, they ordered a small bottle of wine. Corpse's left leg swung quickly, while discreetly touching his pocket.

"Is everything alright, baby?" She asked at the same time that the food was being served.

"Yes, don't worry."

Y/N didn’t stop looking at him with concern, but she did not insist. While they ate they were talking about nothing and everything, enjoying the feeling of being in public in what had been a long time. The restaurant was almost empty, with just another couple at a distant table with their backs to them, which made him more comfortable. It was small with the floor, tables and chairs all in wood, with brick walls with a rustic effect, and small iron lamps lighting the place almost lovingly.

Time passed and Corpse's nervousness only grew. They ate and drank wine, enjoyed dessert, and were happy and smiling.

Corpse was helping Y/N to put on the black leather jacket - her outfit consisted of comfortable shoes, red pants and a cute black tank top, as well as the delicate shamrock necklace he had given her on their one year anniversary -, when she questioned him curiously. "We are going home now?

"Let's go out for a little while." The beautiful girl's surprised look did not escape him, even he was surprised that he was succeeding to do that.

They left the restaurant after paying and ventured into the city, holding hands and full of soft words. Every now and then, Y/N would lift his hand to her lips and give a small kiss on the skin full of protruding veins.

The stars shone in the middle of the night, the moon was full and round, high and illuminating the path to the park. There were wooden benches every few meters, tall street lamps peeking out near the trees and the round lake by the children's swing. Y/N used to go there in her childhood.

They sat on the grass by the lake, their feet immersed in the cold water that reflected the moon. They were silent for a moment, completely at peace watching the couple of swans swimming nearby, gently cutting the water and with their long white necks almost intertwined.

It was now. Now was the moment.

"Y / N…"

"Yes, Corpse?" She looked at him with the stars shining in her eyes, and leaving him speechless.

Corpse’s heart sped up, blood pounded in his ears and his hands trembled when he opened his coat and removed the flower he had protected in the inner pocket. The black rose was in perfect condition, sparkling with the small silver particles that embellished the petals.

He handed it over to Y/N, who accepted her happily with a smile almost as big as his love for her.

"Oh, babe, it's beautiful! Thank you so much."

He smiled shyly, with extremely sweaty palms, and watched as the girl in front of him admired the flower, without knowing that she was also being admired by him.

"I do not deserve you." He said at last, immediately regretting it seeing her smile fading.

"What are you saying?"

"I-"

"Babe, you’re really scaring me right now. What's going on?" Y/N's gentle hands came to his face, taking off his mask (which was fine by him because he trusted her absurdly, and they were alone), and caressed the skin of his cheeks with concern.

"Let me talk before I turn myself into a coward once again. I don't deserve you, I have a full sense of that, you're too good for me and kinder than anyone will ever be. I'm not a religious person, my life didn't allow me to be , but since we’re together I pray every day that you would not wake up one day, and realize that it’s not me who you want by your side."

"It will never happen, you are everything I ever wanted." She whispered.

"I am not... but you are what I always desired." He smiled. "You take my problems when you shouldn't, you help me and you take care of me. I can talk to you about everything because I know my secrets with you are safe. You support me when I doubt myself, and you do it all without asking for anything in return. "

"I just want your love."

Corpse kissed her, feeling the soft brush of her lips against his. Just a simple kiss from her was enough to calm him down for good. "You already have it." He assured her, then touched the velvet box and took it out of his pocket. Y/N's shocked sigh filled the air, and she raised her hands to her mouth. "And I know that I will never be enough, that I will never be good enough... But I will try. From sunrise to bedtime I swear to love you and try to make you happy every day. And if one day I don't, I know that I wasted the best thing I have in my fucking life... "

The tears overflowed from her eyes, sliding down her face in rivers of happiness. "Corpse…"

Corpse opened the box showing her what he had been hiding for several months. It was a simple ring - too simple for her in the boy's opinion, but that was how she liked it - made of silver with an oval diamond in the middle, flanked by two smaller ones in square shape, and many smaller ones around it, embellishing the circle.

"Y/N…" He sighed deeply, more sure than ever in his life, even though trying to control his anxiety. "Do you want to marry me?"

The girl threw herself at him, hugging him tightly and crying in his chest. "Yes, yes! Of course I do! Of course I want to marry you."

He laughed happily and deeply, smiling so much that he thought the corners of his lips must reach his ears. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her perfume and murmuring how much he loved her... But mainly thanking her for loving him.

After a few minutes of laughter and sobbing, Y / N walked away with red, wet cheeks and slightly swollen eyes, but looking more beautiful than ever.

"How long…?"

"Much too long." Gently he took her hand and stuck the engagement ring on her left ring finger, where it glowed as if it belonged there. "I should have done this a long time ago."

"It's beautiful." Y/N said in admiration. "I love you."

"Not more than I love you."

They shared another kiss, this one longer than the others, and left their foreheads gently touching each other, with their eyes closed and wanting to record the moment forever in their memory.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"I’m the one who should be thanking you…"

"I knew you were forever. I've known it since that day at the cafe."

"Yes…" Y/N agreed. "Forever."

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redqueen-hypothesis · 4 years ago

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tied together pt. 1 ➳ mlqc

➳ WORD COUNT: 1874

➳ GENRE: fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: how would the mlqc boys (gavin and kiro) propose?

➳ REMARKS: this literally came out of nowhere, it’s 3am and i need to sleep. check out the inspiration for kiro’s song here!

GAVIN

he realises it on a completely average day

you’re over in his house for a surprise date-but-not-quite date, chiding him for not stocking up on his kitchen enough for you to make a proper dinner - he’s lucky you haven’t discovered his cup noodle stash in the bottom cupboard

the two of you end up ordering take in together

you’re blowing on some hot dumplings before you place them on his plate, rambling to him about your homemade food may not taste as good but is more healthy, when it hits him out of nowhere

yeah, gavin wants to have this everyday for the rest of his life

normal days don’t feel mundane in the least when you’re by his side like this, in fact, each day becomes more and more precious to him, no matter how ordinary they are

he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

this realisation almost scares him, because while he knows that he’s been in love with you for a long time, marriage is different - do you want to marry him? should he really go ahead with taking this step - making you his?

gavin is kind of out of it for the rest of the evening, just... thinking about it

imagining how you would be like if the two of you were married, his ring on your finger

his arms wrapped around you when he goes to sleep and when he wakes up in the morning

you helping him put on his tie before he leaves for work

all the cliches, he’s a sweet boy that way

gavin finds that he wants that more desperately than anything he’s ever wanted in the world, he wants to be the one that makes you happy. for the rest of your lives

the second you leave the house, gavin’s mind is scrambling to think about whether you’ll accept or not if he did propose

this goes on for a while, until one day eli calls you and asks you why gavin has been spacing out at work here and there

not enough for him to be a danger or for him to be shirking work, of course (you know how seriously gavin takes his job), but enough for eli to steal gavin’s pork chops right under his nose - and the man didn’t even realise!

that immediately has you worried

when you confront gavin about it, however, the man looks as cool as a cucumber as always

“eli thinks i’m spacing out? i noticed, i just let it slide.”

for some reason, that’s even more worrying to you (gavin giving up his meat? no way)

he’s actually panicking on the inside, oh my god eli shut up shut up shut up-

he eventually gets exposed to minor, who’s almost as ecstatic about this proposal as gavin is, this is his best bro trying to get married here!!

minor acts as gavin’s secret agent in the company, trying to figure out your ring size with the stupidest excuses

“it’s dark, i’m scared and just need to hold your hand.”

asks the most obvious questions ever like “on a scale of one to ten, how much would you like to marry gavin?”

anna, kiki and willow catch on fast enough and drag him away the second he tries to approach you in case you find out

minor has the subtlety of an elephant stomping through a china shop

plan minor is bust

gavin just gives up on elaborate planning and buys a simple ring

he doesn’t really know when the moment is the moment, so he just keeps the ring in a box in his pocket, waiting for whenever the moment shows itself

and the moment comes a few days later, when the two of you are washing up the dishes together after dinner, and he finds that he can’t stop looking at your soapy hands

part of his brain is terrified, insistent on putting it off, because what if you say no?

the other part of his brain is tired from all this wishy washy and just goes fuck it

reaches into his pocket to pull out the box and pops it open, knows he’s supposed to be kneeling but his brain isn’t working right. gavin stands there dumbly like an idiot, watching you hum to yourself as you continue soaping the dishes

even at this point, he’s still conflicted (to ask or not to ask) but luckily for him, just before he loses his nerves and shoves the ring back into his pocket, you turn around and spot the silver band in his hand

you start to tear up, shocked, while gavin internally panics because his head and tongue seem to have disconnected

forgot the script he’d spent nights working on writing and ends up fumbling out a hoarse “will you marry me?”

it’s then he realises why he’s been so terrified the entire time, he can’t chance you rejecting him, because he can’t imagine a future without you in it

you look at him as if he’s grown a second and third head, and he nearly flees out of your window before you’re wrapping your arms around his middle to tug him back into your apartment

“yes! yes, of course, yes! a million times, yes!”

there are tears in the corners of your eyes, and he brushes them away with a shaky hand before he kisses you on the lips

after the dizziness of the proposal settles down, gavin slides the ring onto your finger with gentle hands

keeps your hands together for the rest of the night

KIRO

realises it when you’ve been pouting a bit over female celebrities trying to get close to him right in front of you

he finds it cute, of course, but he feels like it’s time to settle down, to show you that he’s as much yours as you are his

the public does not know that he’s dating in secret, and the company would surely throw a fit if they know what he’s up to

decides not consult savin about this (uh oh)

has watched plenty of romance dramas, and has acted in countless of them. he knows the drill, diamond ring, tearjerker script and crying girl equals to profit!

but kiro doesn’t want that

he wants it to be special, a unique memory that only the two of you will share together

he’s releasing an album soon, it’s in the production stages, so he decides to add an unplanned song to it, one that he’ll compose and write completely from scratch on his own

manages to act pretty natural around you, although you tend to catch him staring at you with an uncommonly serious look when you’re not looking

it’s not that kiro can’t be serious, but it just isn’t like him to be silent for so long - he’s usually chattering on about something or bursting into random songs that are stuck in his head

surprisingly (to you), he consults you about the new addition to his album, asking you about your taste in music, how you feel about the lyrics

from what you can see, it’s a sweet love song with simple melodies, but deceptively emotional lyrics

he hides the full track from you though, even if you pout and whine

“you’ll just have to find out about it when it drops,” he laughs mischievously

you resign yourself to waiting for another month

the night before, kiro tells you to wait for him at the cross junction for him the next day so that the two of you can celebrate his album release together at souvenir - but he also makes you promise not to listen to the mystery track, he wants to be the first one to sing it to you, with his own lips, and his own voice

and the day it does, social media explodes into a frenzy over the mystery track, simply titled ‘sun’

while the song seems light and cheerful at first, the lyrics have a deeper meaning to them that fans can’t quite decipher, referencing memories and dates together, before bringing up hopes of a future - a future together

you don’t see all of this, however, firmly avoiding all social media to prevent yourself from breaking your promise to kiro

you’re waiting at the crosswalk for him at night after work, a little tired from your day at the office. it’s quiet from how late it is, and the streets are a rather empty, and yet, there’s still no sign of your boyfriend

kiro’s a little late

suddenly, the sounds of a guitar strumming ring out through the quiet night air, and you turn around in surprise to see kiro walking towards you slowly, playing a melody that’s both familiar, but also one that you don’t quite recognise

wait, he’s not wearing his mask or any disguises. people are already starting to turn and stare: is it really kiro? his gaze is fixed solely on you

normally, you would run to him, but the sincere, raw expression on his face glues you to the spot - others must feel it too, because not a single person dares to approach him, not with that fierce determination you see burning in his eyes

when he reaches a short distance from you, he stops and gives you a gentle smile, right before he starts to sing

“i was just one star out of infinity, but you made me your sun. this world of mine was barren, but your warmth filled me with life.”

it’s your song - the song that belongs to the two of you - of your story together, the way you’ve changed his life

“you said i belonged among the planets and the galaxy, but you held the universe inside.”

you don’t even realise you’re crying until kiro starts tearing up as well, and his voice breaks as he reaches the end of the song

“could i be selfish, reach up to pluck the stars and pull the universe into my hands?”

you know what he’s asking

“would you... be mine?”

as the song ends, kiro plucks off the ring hanging off one of the tuning pegs of the guitar, walking up to you with a shy, gentle ‘hey, miss chips’

you throw yourself into his arms when he’s halfway into kneeling, and that’s all the permission he needs to claim your mouth in front of the crowd that’s gathered at the cross junction

they scream and cheer, because it’s kiro finally getting together with the love of his life and he looks so damned happy they can’t help but feel happy for him as well

puts the ring on your finger and kisses it, stroking his thumb over it like he can’t quite believe that it’s there

the news blows up while the two of you beat an escape, kiro donning his disguise as you wrap your hand around his

the two of you have a quiet dinner in souvenir. the chef even makes a special pudding for the two of you, shaped like a small sun

savin throttles kiro the next day at work before congratulating him, and threatens to toss all his snacks in his sleep if he ever pulls such a stunt again

kiro still thinks it’s worth it

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction: He Proposes To You

Jin:

He had taken you to a nice restaurant for the night, having just come back off tour he was desperate to spend time with you. You noticed after your main course he snuck off for a while to the bar, not bringing any drinks back with him.

As the night drew on, Jin’s nerves grew, he was desperate for everything to go perfect. For once, there were no jokes or gimmicks, this had to go perfect.

“Are you having a nice night?” He asked you through the middle of your main course.

You looked up, taking a sip of your wine, “I am thank you love. This place is amazing, I can’t believe you haven’t brought me here before.”

“Well, I like to save it for special occasions.” You chose to ignore his comment, date night was always special, it was time that the two of you shared that Jin treasured.

Desert was ordered, the two of you sat enjoying each other’s company, a waiter finally bringing two plates of food over. Jin’s ice cream was placed before him, your apple pie in front of you. You looked down at it, only to see chocolate sauce written into quite possibly the biggest question of your life.

“Jin,” you whispered, your breath taken away, chuckling at the panic in his face as he watched you take it all in.

“What do you say?” Jin asked, sliding off of his chair to come beside you, revealing a diamond engagement ring he had kept in his pocket. “I love you so much, and I couldn’t think of a better person to spend the rest of my life with. You’ve been there with me through all my ups and downs when so many others would have walked away, will you please do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You didn’t have to think, responding with an, “’of course.”

By this point the whole restaurant were watching you, applauding as you pulled Jin up into a massive hug. His lips peppered across your face, squeezing you so tight you nearly lost all the air you had in you.

“I love you too handsome.” You added, just to be sure, running your hands through his soft, dark locks.

Yoongi:

The two of you laid in bed, a random film playing in the background. Your body lay on Yoongi’s chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You weren’t aware, but his eyes were staring down at you, taking in all your natural beauty.

“Are you even paying attention?” He teased, poking the dimple on your cheek.

You sighed, guiltily looking up at him, shaking your head. “I know you love these kinds of films, but honestly I’m finding it really boring.”

“We can turn it off if you- “

“-no, don’t be silly. You enjoy it.”

You were staring off into the distance, not paying attention to the fact his hands were running through your hair, lips pressing to the top of your head. He couldn’t help but smile at how unassuming you were. He didn’t know how he got so lucky to find someone that was as caring as you, it didn’t faze you in the slightest that the movie wasn’t to your taste.

He leaned down, nuzzling into your neck, quietly whispering, “marry me?” You spun around, looking at him in complete surprise, he didn’t think you’d be able to hear him.

“What did you say?”

“I said marry me.” This time he was much more confident in his question, “you just look so beautiful and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. You care for me, look after me, tolerate me when I am so damn moody. I know this isn’t the most romantic proposal, but this is you, being absolute perfection and me appreciating you in all your beauty, will you marry me?”

“I’ll marry you,” you agreed, kissing his lips softly, “and this is perfect, that proposal was us, tired and very sleepy, and you being incredibly moody.”

Yoongi chuckled, “I’m not that moody.”

“You are, but it’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”

Hoseok:

The end of Mama played out, the crowd erupting for Hobi. His smile grew looking out at all the Army before him. Meanwhile, you proudly stood backstage watching everything he did. He waved to you a couple of times, bringing his microphone back to his mouth.

His hand reached out, beckoning you over to join him on stage, but you shook your head. Taehyung and Jimin appeared either side of you, pushing your reluctant self onto the stage. Hobi grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you to centre stage.

“What are you doing?” You whispered. Hobi was the only one who could hear you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “All these people are staring.”

“Just ignore them, focus on me.”

His words were assuring, your eyes finding comfort in his bright smile, his fringe flopping just above his eyes, his hands resting on your shoulders. He bent down, placing his microphone on the floor, kissing you softly.

“Y/N, I wanted to do something special for you in front of all the people that mean the most to me,” he paused, lowering himself down onto one knee before you, “and that is tell you how incredible you are, and remind you that I never want to let you go, so will you become Mrs Jung?”

Your jaw hit the floor, Army and BTS chanting for you to accept. You tried to speak, but words failed you, nodding your head as Hobi slid the ring onto your finger.

He stood up, twirling you around in his arms, you buried your head into the crook of his neck to hide your tears. “I love you,” he whispered, pecking your cheek softly. “Thank you for being my sunshine and brightening my days, always.”

“I…I…” He placed a finger over your lips to stop you speaking. Your voice quivered, overwhelmed with love.

“I know,” he replied, knowing exactly what you were trying to say, nodding his head, assuring you with a kiss.

Namjoon:

The two of you lay in the sand, looking up at the gorgeous sunset moving over you. Your hands were barely touching, your leg resting over the top of his.

“I don’t think I want to ever leave,” you smiled, tilting your head to look at the silver haired boy. “It feels like heaven.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement, turning to smile in response to your own smile. “How about we make one more memory before we go? Come on.” Intrigued, you stood up, following him down to the point where the waves crashed to the shore.

He slipped his shoes on, stepping into the sea, lacing his hands with your own. He began to giggle, confusing you, looking off behind your face. “Joon?” You asked, beginning to feel a little unnerved as to what was happening.

“Sorry,” he smiled, “I’m so nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous? It’s just me.”

“Gosh, you’re so cute, it’s just one of the reasons why I want to marry you.” His eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, giggling once again. “Damn, this was not how this was supposed to go.” He took a moment to regain his composure, bringing himself to look into your eyes. “I love you so damn much, you mean the world to me, you are my whole world, I couldn’t be Kim Namjoon without you, you keep me grounded, and love me for me, and I can’t wait for the future, marry me?”

You took his shaking hand in his, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Yes, it will always be yes.” He sighed in relief, running his hands through your hair, pulling you into his chest, turning to look out at the ocean.

“I’m sorry I mucked it up, it wasn’t quite the perfect proposal I had in mind.”

“Nonsense, you’re perfect, this was perfect, this memory is perfect, one I will treasure with me forever.”

Jimin:

The two of you headed back to your hotel, Jimin pulling you onto the balcony of your room. It was freezing, you hadn’t even noticed you were shivering, feeling Jimin place his suit jacket over your shoulders.

He stayed quiet, looking out at the city for a few moments, draping his hand around your shoulders, moments later, a few fireworks flying off into the sky.

What started as few soon turned into a full display, capturing your full attention. You squealed every so often at all the colours, jumping when the noise got too loud, a little thankful that it had come to an end.

“Wow, that was amazing don’t you agree…Jimin?”

“I’m down here.”

You were a little confused where he had gone, only to see him kneeling beside you, the biggest, cheesiest smile on his face. “What are you doing down there?”

“Telling you that you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you; I’d walk to the ends of the earth for you if I could, I adore you, I’m thankful for you, and most of all I’m excited to be with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” You pulled Jimin up, leaping into his strong arms, pressing several kisses all over his face, “I don’t suppose those fireworks were down to you too?”

“I might have had a little something to do with them.”

“They were amazing, thank you.” Your lips pressed softly to his, safely lowering back down to the floor. Your eyes met his, tears brimming to spill from both of you. “Don’t cry,” you teased, “you’ll make me cry and all my makeup will run.”

Jimin kissed just underneath your eyes before whispering, “you look better without it anyway. You’re naturally beautiful my love.” He left you speechless, kissing your lips, “come on, let’s head back inside and warm up.”

Taehyung:

He sat before you, resting his keyboard across his lap. His fingers moved perfectly, capturing your attention. Tae looked so effortlessly as he performed his own song for you, your eyes focussing on every word of the lyrics.

The final verse came, he looked up at you, still playing with ease. He nervously smiled, flashing his teeth, turning his nose up as you chuckled at the expression on his face.

“…that’s why I love you, and want to ask if you’ll let me marry you?” Your eyes went wide, had he just proposed?” He put the keyboard down, shuffling around so he stood before you, nervously going down onto one knee.

The ring you recognised; it was his grandma’s ring that had been passed down to him for moments like this. “Tae,” you whispered, bringing your hand to cover your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I want you to know how special you are, not just to me, but everyone who knows you. You’re one of a kind, funny, smart, cute, I could go on forever. I want to go on forever with you, so just like the song says, will you marry me?”

“Of course, I will.”

He stood up, pressing a kiss to the ring before placing it on your shaking hand. “She loved you.”

“Did you write that whole song just for this?” He proudly nodded, wiping away a few of your tears. “I can’t believe you did that, it’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I wanted to show you how much I love you, and I thought I’m best at expressing my emotions in song, so I did.”

“You did, and it was perfect. I love you so much Kim Taehyung, I cannot wait to become your wife.” You leaned forwards, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, future Mrs Kim.”

Jungkook:

Your arms wrapped tightly around Jungkook, fighting with every bit of strength you had to stop yourself crying. You were surrounded by paparazzi, but neither of you cared, not wanting to let each other go.

“I don’t know why, but I’m finding it really hard to say goodbye,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I just don’t want you to leave.”

He swayed you soothingly from side to side, overwhelmed with emotion, he’d never seen you so upset like this before. You were so full of love for this boy, he was your absolute rock, and he knew it.

His hands ran through your hair a few times, bringing his face to press to yours. His hot breath trailed up your neck, stopping just under your ear. “Marry me,” he whispered.

You pulled away in disbelief, chuckling as he smirked at you. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” He took your hands in his, kneeling down in front of you. “I have never been more serious in my life, I love you to the moon and back, you’re my best friend, my soulmate. Marry me?”

As he said it again you realised how serious he was. His dark eyes stared up at you, melting your heart. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He stood up and wrapped you tightly in his arms. “Why not?”

He chuckled, pecking your cheek. “When I get back, we can go and shop for a ring, and I’ll propose properly, but I just want you to know how much I’ll miss you whilst I’m on tour, fiancée.”

“I’ll miss you more, fiancé, now go and rock the stage and do what you do best, I love you Jeon Jungkook.”

“I love you too Y/N Y/L/N.”

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tiaragqueen · 6 years ago

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Tiger By The Tail

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Gardener!Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,5k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Obsessiveness, possessiveness, implied death

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don't believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission.

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"The taste of love is sweet. When hearts like ours meet, I fell for you like a child. Oh, but the fire went wild.” - Ring Of Fire [Johnny Cash]

A human’s desire knows no bounds.

It was a fact that Taehyung used to deny when he first laid his eyes on you.

You were a young woman; having been fired from your recent job and short on money. You didn’t have any particular skills, yet by some pure luck, you managed to land yourself as a new gardener in Kim's estate. It was laborious work, but the payment was worth it. As expected from the prestigious Kim family. Moreover, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you’d be a fool to miss it.

Due to your inexperience in gardening, you were prone to small accidents like scratching on a thorn or spraying your shirt with the hose. You weren't necessarily a klutz, as told by his butler when he recounted your interview.

However, Taehyung was well aware that he was the cause of your sudden clumsiness. Or rather, paranoia.

Taehyung had been watching you since your very first day of working through the window of his room; initially intrigued with the new addition in his house. Although he might seem aloof and indifferent, Taehyung still paid attention to his staff. He was, after all, the oldest son of the Kim family. Sooner or later, he would replace his father as the head of the family. If he was ignorant of his own servants, then how would he be a good leader for the employees later? Never mind that he wasn't particularly fond of his father's decision, but tradition is a tradition.

Yet the fact how you were still oblivious to his figure that kept standing behind the glass like a watchman was surprising and amusing at the same time.

But Taehyung was a straightforward man. He was never the dreamer, nor was he taught to be one. He was the doer; the one who actively made decisions. He wasn't the one who 'go with the flow'. He was the maker of his destiny.

Taehyung needed to see you in person; to stand and breathe in the same air as yours. It was funny how he seemed to be worshipping the ground you walked on when he could have any other woman with a flick of his fingers. He had the perfect face to make them drop their skirts off and the covetable wealth. Besides, you were just as plain – even unnoticeable – like the rest of his servants.

But of course, he had a tunnel-like vision when it came to you.

Ah, the effect of love at first sight... Something that he used to scoff at for its silliness.

This unquenchable desire was what prompted him to approach you for the first time after weeks of observing and wondering. Noticing and studying every little quirk you consciously and unconsciously did. Wishing and daydreaming about the future that included you, him, a couple of kids, a cozy house in the countryside, and a pet or two. You could even plant some plants if you wanted, or trying your hands in simple farming.

And God, he didn’t regret his choice one bit. The prelude of the many encounters to come.

Even though you wore a green apron over a plain white shirt and blue jeans, there was something remarkably attractive to you. The way your bare face – free from any makeup he was used to seeing in his everyday life – was sweaty, you still looked ethereal. Like an angel that descended from Heaven just to bless his sight with her beauty alone.

“Hello,” he spoke up with his deep voice that never failed to surprise anyone, including you. You clumsily dropped the hose that you used to water the plants and bowed.

“G-good afternoon.” you stuttered. It wasn’t until you noticed just who had personally come to see you until you stood with mouth agape like a fish out of the water. Taehyung was no stranger to such expression, but to see you act like that was strangely endearing. It made him feel... proud.

It wasn’t as if he was planning to impress you either, yet he still felt happy for some reason.

"You'll catch a fly if you keep opening your mouth like that." he teased. An indescribable warmth spread across his chest when you blushed and looked away bashfully. Just as he predicted you to.

Ever since that day, Taehyung had taken the time in his busy schedule to get to know this amazing woman that had captivated him. He learned that you were fired for exposing the company’s secrets, despite your fruitless attempts in defending yourself. It wasn’t until a few days later that your boss finally captured the real culprit, and had issued a formal apology to you. You’d forgiven them, regardless of the tiny resentment that still lingered, but refused their offer to work for them again.

Although Taehyung was exasperated with the unfair treatment you’d received - how did they just blame you for such a cruel crime without proof? - your rejection had eased his burning anger. Taehyung discreetly relaxed, satisfied with your decision. How could he not? Had you accept their proposal, then surely he wouldn’t be able to meet you. And that was something he couldn’t and refused to imagine.

You also told him a bit about your past - after days of insistent coaxing from him; you didn't know why he was so adamant about learning it - like your mother’s illnesses, for example. It broke his heart when he saw your eyes teared up a little at the mention of her laying in bed, tended by your siblings. Through this revelation, Taehyung could see the exhaustion that sagged your eyelids or the occasional glaze in your beautiful irises.

You were exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Taehyung bit his lower lip. Why didn't he notice this before? He felt like a terrible boyfriend now...

In an attempt to 'fix' his mistake, Taehyung offered you a job as his secretary with double payment. You were honestly tempted to take it – with such a high salary, you could pay the hospital bills quicker – but something in you had prevented you from doing that. Although you admitted that you felt a bit paranoid lately, you didn’t know if you were ready to take on such a huge responsibility.

Or maybe you were just lying to yourself because really, there was something suspicious from him. Sure, he was nice and all, but this little voice inside your head kept telling you to watch out for him. And frankly, his presence alone always made your nerves skyrocketed despite him regularly accompanying you.

But of course, you being you, ignored all the little hints until it was too late.

It was one gloomy day when Taehyung noticed a silver ring on your finger. Particularly the ring finger. You told him, with a small yet jubilant smile in your face, that you were happily engaged. Taehyung fell silent, speechless with the answer despite having been dreading it beforehand. You were his girlfriend after all, and obviously, he wasn't prepared to hear that kind of response.

But if there was one important thing he learned from being a businessman aside from the boring stuff, was that you couldn’t always wear your emotions on the sleeves. And Taehyung did exactly just that.

He smiled the same boxy smile and congratulated you, paying no heed to your surprised countenance. Only those who look deep into his eyes would notice the hidden and dark intent behind his so-called 'support'.

In the next few days, you came to work bleary-eyed. You made a lot of mistakes more than usual, and you were sensitive to even the slightest scold from the butler. Taehyung, noticing your depressing mood, pulled you aside, and gently asked the reason. You couldn’t even say more than three words before you broke down in his embrace, the reality of your fiancé being dead becoming too much for you to bear. Taehyung happily accepted the inevitable breakdown and cooed comforting words into your ears.

You were so vulnerable; so deep in grief until you missed the tiny smirk that graced his exotic features. Or the brief beeping sound that notified him about the successful mission of killing a certain man.

But Taehyung didn’t care. As long as he had you in his arms - caressing your messy hair like this - nothing else mattered anymore.

To hell with sins and guilt. You were the love of his life. His soulmate. You were lucky that his love was the only thing that prevented him from forcing you to watch your fiancé's horrifying torture.

Because Kim Taehyung was cruel like that. His mysteriously handsome face disguised a wicked man, willing to do anything it takes to make the love of his life as his.

At least, you could learn to love him now. Even if you didn't, then he would have no problem threatening you to stop paying for your mother's hospital bills, essentially killing her with stress and deteriorating health. Or even guilt-tripping you for everything he'd done for you.

Whichever worked the best.

Outside, the sun finally showed herself in the overcast sky after she went into rather long hiding.

#yandere taehyung #yandere kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #yandere bts #yandere bangtan seonyeondan #yandere au #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere kim taehyung x reader #yandere kpop #yandere one-shot #yandere v x reader #v x reader

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chimpukampu · 6 years ago

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Bonheur

Happy Valentines day @galaxyofconstellations! I’m so happy when I got your name, and more when I read your prompts! You have no idea how I love Marichat and Adrinette, and I hope this oneshot met your expectations

Huge thanks to @tog84 for beta-ing this!

Summary: It was a night before her wedding when a certain cat dropped by not only to say hi but also to ask about her future.

It’s been years since Marinette slept in her old bedroom.

She was surprised that her parents didn’t replace the pink wallpapers, or even dared to remove the old Jagged Stone poster that was plastered near her old study table. Her outdated desktop computer was still there covered in a thick, white cloth, as well as her sewing machine that had pricked her fingers multiple times.

It was worth the pain, she thought fondly as she rubbed her calloused fingers, bumping the silver band of her engagement ring with a nostalgic sigh.

Aside from her old items like her mannequins, self-made teenage clothes, and textbooks that were boxed and stacked neatly to the corner, she also found some baking equipment and matching ceramic wares from China, which prompted her that her room has been transformed as some sort of storage. Yet despite it, her room was comfy and dust-free.

Glancing around, she noticed the faded squares that marred the walls. It reminded her of the photographs and drawings she used to tack there when she was in collège, and even though she removed all of it as soon as she moved out for université, the discolorations caused by the lack of light exposures were barely muted.

She might be in the mood of reminiscing the past, but she didn’t have the energy to take out her old belongings and poke on them one by one. Her Maman might scold her if she cluttered up the floor, and besides, she has an early appointment with the Mayor in the morning, and a garden wedding in the afternoon, so she couldn’t pull out an all-nighter and be a living zombie afterward.

After all, tomorrow is her big day.

But sleep was rather difficult for the young designer. It might be from the nerves, or the fact that she was sleeping on her bed alone, she wasn’t sure anymore. She didn’t want to disturb Tikki, her adorable kwami who was sleeping soundly on her pillow, for a midnight stroll, and the herbal tea that she was coddling wasn’t effective enough to lure her to bed.

After giving her blanket a second look, Marinette decided to climb to her balcony for some air.

The summer wind immediately kissed her exposed skin as she opened her skylight, then smiled adoringly how her flowery plants and ornamentals thrived under her father’s care. She also spotted her foldable chair under the still-functioning fairy lights, and her wooden centerpiece table minus the teapot set she often uses after a tiresome patrol.

It was a new moon, and the stars twinkling behind the cloudy Parisian sky were blending well with the bustling city lights from afar. She could barely see the bricked walls and the flying buttresses of Notre Dame from her spot, same with the ever-serene Seine and the empty alleyways near Rue Gotlib.

Such peaceful scenery wasn’t new to her, but the sight gave her a jab of memories that made her wonder the things she must’ve done in her past life to end up so lucky.

“Bonsoir, ma Purr-incesse.”

Marinette almost spilled her hot drink and hurled the cup towards the intruder’s face when a pair of strong hands caught her on time. Her bluebell eyes immediately trailed off from the curves of a familiar dark catsuit to the emerald hues of a blond man that were twinkling with mischief and euphoria.

“C - Chat!” she sputtered with a blush. “Y-You scared me, you idiot!”

“A-paw-logies fur that,” the superhero responded unabashed “But this cat was simply curious why a pretty lady like you was so lonesome tonight.”

She rolled her eyes indignantly “Still flirty as ever.”

“Just fur mew.”

“I’m taken, you know?” she raised her left hand to show him the ring “You can’t flirt with a promised woman anymore, Chaton.”

“Woe is me!” the superhero gasped, clutching his heart theatrically while balancing himself to the rails “And to think that you confessed your undying love to me!”

She couldn’t help but snort at that “You rejected me, remember?”

“But still!”

“Dream on, mon Minou,” she chuckled much to his chagrin. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

“Says the person who hasn’t been here for years.”

“What can I say,” the dark-haired woman shrugged, leaning her back to the balcony rails “I’m an independent girl who wants to live her life to the fullest.”

“Oh really,” he drawled with a narrowed look. “Then pray do tell why an independent girl like you is back to her parent’s house?”

“Because,” she scowled, mustering all of her strength not to push the blond and let him plummet to the ground. “We want to stick to the tradition that the groom must not see the bride a day before their wedding.”

“By kicking you out of your house?”

“Okay, first of all, this is also my house. My home,” she emphasized without giving him the pleasure of seeing her irritated face. “And my future husband has to stay there and maybe, I dunno, enjoying his bachelor’s party - which I believe, his best man is now plotting his murder - or having a beauty sleep?”

“Hmm. Your future husband sounds like a handful.”

“You have no idea.”

“So tell me, Purr-incess,” he asked with his back touching hers. “What made you decide to accept his proposal and spend the rest of your life with him?”

“That’s a very tough question, Chaton,” she admitted. “Aside from being a handful, he has a very bad sense of humor.”

“Ouch.”

“He puns a lot too, and there’s this pick-up line he always uses to piss me off. Oh, and he didn’t know some adulting stuff like cooking and doing the laundry. I even had to teach him how to use the microwave!” she chuckled as she narrated the disasters that happened in her relationship. “He has a horrible sweet tooth and cries like a baby at stupid rom-com movies. He’s a neat freak. He spends too much time in the shower, and he hoards the blankets during winter. He’s literally a child in an adult body.”

“Yet despite his imperfections,” she went on, tilting her head towards the sky with a smile. “He makes me happy.”

“I’m sure you make him happy too,” the feline hero muttered, and even though Marinette couldn’t see his expression, she could sense the endearment on his tone.

The two remained in companionable silence as they looked at the night sky until Marinette yawned.

“Your bed is calling you now, Purr-incess,” Chat Noir chuckled, nudging her shoulders gently as he walked her to the trap door. “Why don’t you get your beauty sleep so you can sweep your Prince off his feet tomorrow?”

“You’re leaving now?”

“Oh my, is that an invitation, Marinette?” he wiggled his brows suggestively much to her annoyance. “As much as the offer is tempting - “

“Chat!”

“But I can’t risk my status and tarnish my name by such scandalous act. Don’t get me wrong - you’re an amazing girl, and I’m an awesome man. I mean, you know, I would marry myself if I could.”

The designer flashed him a deadpan look “We’re not talking about that shit.”

He pouted “You’re no fun, Purr-incess.”

After downing her almost cold tea, Marinette slipped inside the room as Chat Noir took the cup and opened the trap door for her.

“Make sure to check your bedding for a pea.” the feline hero reminded her cheekily.

“Yeah, yeah…” she grumbled, then patted her bed sheets with a scowl when the superhero shot her a look. “Happy now?”

“Very.” he flashed her a toothy grin, and with a saucy wink, he lowered the door. “Bonne Nuit, ma minette.”

Before he could shut it closed, she called out to him “Chaton?”

He poked his head inside “What is it, Purr-incess?”

“Thank you,” she smiled earnestly. “Thank you for being there with me all the time. For the hardships and trials. For joy and devotion.”

His green eyes were unreadable as she continued “Thank you for the patience and understanding, and I know that sometimes - no, most of the time - my stubbornness drives you crazy, but you still remained by my side. Through thick or thin, I must say, even though I don’t deserve it at all.”

“You are worth fighting for,” he assured her. “You deserve everything, you deserve the world.”

“You deserve everything, too.” she said as she yawned again. “I think that’s it for tonight. Bonne Nuit, Chat Noir.”

“Erm, Marinette?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re the best thing that ever happened in my life,” he confessed in a somber tone. “My first for everything - in love, in relationship...and now that we’ll be facing a new chapter in our life, I would like you to know that...that I am blessed that you chose me to be your partner.”

She bit her lips to control her emotions. “Sounds like your vows, you’re supposed to say those to your soon-to-be wife.”

“Well,” he rubbed his neck cutely with flustered cheeks. “I’m afraid I might stutter and blank out during the ceremony, and I don’t think flash cards are allowed at the altar, so I’d rather recite my wedding vows before I forget everything.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“You mean ‘your ridiculous’?”

Chat Noir barked out a laugh when he dodged a pillow thrown to his way. “Hey, that’s domestic violence!”

“I hate you, Adrien!”

“Love you too, My Lady!”

Their teasing banter went on until dawn, and by the time Sabine walked upstairs to wake her daughter up, she screamed bloody murder at the sight of the two love birds cuddling in each other’s arms, and soon the two would realize how late they were for their civil wedding, and how absurd they would look on their photos as they sported a matching eyebags and dopey smiles.

#marichat #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #valentines #wedding #ml fanfic #my fics #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #cat noir #ml valentines event #ml fanfiction #post reveal #adrinette #adrienette #ml confidential cupid discord exchange #confidential cupid

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strangely-constructed-soul · 5 years ago

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Chosen- An Elriel Royalty AU

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Elain Archeron was sobbing into a pillow on her lavish four poster bed when her younger sister, Feyre, walked into her suites.

“Laney, what is it?” The younger princess asked, sounding concerned. Elain refused to meet her gaze.

“Nothing.” It was most certainly nothing and they both knew it. Ever since Azriel has shown up, Elain had been entranced by him. He was an apprentice in the ballet company that was located in the southern wing of the palace. They had spent time together in the gardens at night, and they had stolen forbidden kisses and secrets from each other. Elain had thought herself in love with him until two evenings ago when she was betrothed to Prince Lucien of the Autumn Kingdom. As Lucien was the seventh in line for the kingdom of Autumn, and she was first in line for the throne of the Western Realms, she would get to stay in her home. Near Azriel, her traitorous mind thought. Azriel likely wanted nothing to do with her, nor she with him, she tried to convince herself.

Feyre sighed and got up to leave the room. She was most likely going to find their eldest sister, Queen Nesta, and ask her about the ball. The ball had been arranged to celebrate Feyre’s engagement to His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince Rhysand of the Night Court. Elain cringed at the title; why did she have to marry someone because of a title anyways? Feyre was lucky enough to have fallen in love with and chosen Rhysand for herself.

She heard graceful footsteps approach her door and stop long enough to slide a piece of paper under, then stalk away. She wiped at her tear stained cheeks and went to retrieve it. She resolved to get dressed for the ball, even if she was dreading seeing Lucien there. The piece of paper was a crisp note. Elain’s breath hitched at he familiar handwriting. The note read:

My Dearest Elain,

Please forgive me if my absence from the gardens has been giving you grief these past few nights. I wouldn’t have missed our time together if I didn’t have a good reason. I do believe my motivations were honorable, as I was meeting with an old friend with some connections.

I’m completely and totally yours. You’re my everything. Elain, you’re the reason I get out of bed in the morning. If only we were allowed to wake up in each other’s arms. Every time I see you, another piece of my battered heart belongs to you. I simply cannot lose you, El. Which is why I need you to come to the ball tonight. I can’t explain now, but my friend has brought some things to light. I finally have hope, Love, and you should too.

Yours always, Azriel

Elain did have hope. She just didn’t know what she was hoping for. A future with Az? Did he mean for them to steal away? She would go anywhere with him, he was her home. She would have to renounce her duty to her country, and she would if he asked her to. Elain was beyond confused. And the things he’d said. They hadn’t talked often of their feelings because they knew that, someday, someone would tell them that they couldn’t be together. That word, Love, rang though her mind as she slipped into her dark purple gown.

Elain was announced as she carefully descended the steps onto the dance floor.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess Elain of the Western Realms,” Elain sucked in a breath to prepare for the second title that would be hers in less than a year, Future Princess of the Autumn Court. Her title wouldn’t be official until(or unless) she she accepted Lucien’s proposal, as was custom. Nevertheless, it would still be announced. The announcer cleared his throat, making Elain’s anxiousness even worse before continuing, “Future Duchess of the Night Court.”

Elain continued to walk down the steps and then froze at the bottom when she realized what she’d heard. Future Duchess of the Night Court. The Night Court?! Feyre’s fiancé’s territory? Elain must’ve heard incorrectly. She made to go find Feyre when she heard the announcer clear his throat again.

“His Royal Highness, The Duke of The Night Court.” A murmur went through the crowd. Elain turned and couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing at the top of the steps in all his formal regalia, was Azriel. He had a very fancy navy jacket on with silver lapels, silver buttons, and navy pants. He looked for all the world like a royal, albeit a slightly nervous one. He scanned the crowns as he descended the sweeping staircase. His gaze locked with hers. She was still standing at the bottom of the steps.

His smile was wonderfully bright as he approached her side, extended an arm for her to take, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. As he did, he whispered, “I’ll explain.” His breath was delightfully warm on her ear and she shivered.

Azriel escorted her over to Rhysand and Feyre who were both grinning. She took that as a good sign. Azriel then told her his story: he was Rhys’s older half brother, but his father had wanted Rhys to be king because the love the king had for Rhys’s mother was greater than his love for Azriel’s or even their eldest brother, Cassian’s. Azriel had left to pursue a different dream, he had become a ballet dancer. A very talented and well-known one at that, Rhys had added. That was how Rhys had reconnected with Az. He had gone to see one of his shows without realizing who the principal male dancer was, and he had recognized his brother immediately. They had spent time together and written each other after that. It had been easy enough for them to see each other as Rhys had wanted to stay near the Princess that he had fallen in love with. So, it seemed, had Azriel, Feyre added with a smirk. Elain blushed. She and Azriel hadn’t said that to each other yet, but as she met his intent hazel gaze, she knew that they would soon be sharing such intimacies. It made Elain’s heart melt and her core heat as she thought of the other intimacies they would also be allowed to partake in. Azriel continued to explain how he and Rhys had written to their father, asking for Az’s title and lands to be restored to him. Azriel had also asked for the hand of his love, Princess Elain, in marriage. His father had been more than happy to welcome him to the family, apologizing for the way that he had treated Az and his mother. Elain was beyond words. She merely stared at Azriel, Duke Azriel, slack jawed and waited for him to tell her that the sky was not, in fact, blue.

“Would you care to accompany me to the gardens, Elain?”

She couldn’t say anything, so she nodded. He took her to their favorite spot in the gardens, a fountain full of lily pads with a weeping willow to the side of it and a lovely little bench surrounded by violets. He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair(a nervous habit that Elain found quite endearing).

“There is one thing I must ask you now, El.”

“Oh?”

He dropped to one knee. Her hands flew to her mouth to stop her lips from quivering. He produced a golden ring that was surrounded by a ring of small pink diamonds on top of the band.

“My sweet Elain, you are the love of my life, the light in my darkness. Just the thought of you brings a smile to my face. I never want to be apart from you for the rest of our lives, so,” He paused to take her hand, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” She beamed at the love in his eyes. Her own eyes were filled with tears of pure euphoria.

“Yes!” She exclaimed giddily before kissing her fiancé, the man that she would love until the end of time and beyond.

And they lived happily ever after...

#elriel #fanfiction #alternate universe #musicalfae #a court of thorns and roses #royalty au #az is cinderella #chosen #angst with a happy ending #fluff #feysand mentioned #elain archeron #azriel

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carat10library · 6 years ago

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SEVENTEEN Scenarios:

4. KISS

SEUNGCHEOL: It’s frustrating. You’ve been staring at the stationery paper in front of you for a minute. There was only one sentence written on it. Your hands were now sweaty. It’s break time; you still have enough time to finish the letter. Suddenly he entered the classroom, went straight to you and snatched the stationery paper on your desk. You stood up and tried really hard to get the paper back. “What is it you are writing?” he asked with the paper still in his hand, waving it in the air above you. “Give it back to me,” you stated seriously. He smiled. “What if I don’t want to?” He’s being annoying sometimes. You move closer to him, making him took a step backward. The smile on his face faded. You continued moving forward. “Still, I will not return this to you,” he taunted. You looked at him and thought of a plan. You lift your toes a bit and peck at his lips. After that, he lowered his hand and you took the paper. “Ya,” he murmured. “I guess, I don’t need this anymore,” you said without looking at him.

JEONGHAN: A week passed after he told you he’ll be leaving. He said he wants to pursue something. What you don’t understand is why he has to do it in a different place. He chose to be far from you. Though it’s painful to see someone leave, you showed yourself up in the airport for him. He’s been looking for you ever since he arrived at the airport. “I hope you’re here to say the things I want to hear rather that breaking up with me,” he mouthed as he finally saw you. “I’ll call you whenever I’m not busy. I’ll call you whenever I want to hear your voice. How’s that?” he continued. Honestly, there are many words in your head right now which you can’t voice out. “Please, I don’t want to leave you like this.” You gathered all of your courage. “When are you coming back?” you asked. “I’ll be home before October. That’s for sure.” So he’ll come back next year. “We’ll keep in touch with each other,” he promised. You smiled at him. He took a step closer and his lips touched your forehead gently.

JISOO: With a tiny box in his hand, he knelt before you. Tears started to brim in your eyes. Both of your friends were holding their breath. The question was clear in your mind. “Will you be my wife?” Your heart is beating loudly it hurts. “Yes,” you answered him in return. Cheering erupted from the celebrating people around you. He slipped the ring on your finger, and then he held your hand. “You can’t change your mind now, you’re wearing the ring already,” he said grinning. “I don’t have any plans of changing my hand,” you admitted. He stood on his feet still holding your hand. “Hey, future Mrs. Hong Jisoo~” He’s acting cute in your eyes now. “Hmm?” He stopped doing aegyos and said, “I want to thank you for accepting my proposal.” Without waiting for an answer, he smiled at you and kissed the back of your hand.

JUNHUI: The rain is still falling this afternoon. He wants to see you today. This day was supposed to be your last meeting. You don’t know the whole story why he’s going to transfer. Maybe, it would be fine if you know nothing. Forgetting him will be easy. He just confessed his love for you last month, two weeks ago to be exact. Your phone came ringing. You headed out the door. He is standing outside the gate of your house. It is still raining. “What brought you here?” you asked, casually. “Aren’t you surprised I’m still here in Korea?” Honestly, you were. “You’ll be staying here, right?” You’re not going back to China? Am I right?” you asked subsequently. You waited for him to answer. The rain sound is getting loud again. He’s staring at you when he said, “Yes, you are.” He pulled you under his umbrella and kissed your lips gently. You were alarmed; you can feel your heart racing.

SOONYOUNG: You waited for an available elevator in the third floor. There’s none coming yet and you are thinking about taking the stairs instead. You are carrying a box full of papers and documents. Waiting is consuming your time, so you decided to take the stairs. You reach the fifth floor with your feet aching. Climbing the stairs is easy when wearing flats, but you’re wearing heels and you needed to take the elevator. “Was it really him?” you asked yourself. He’s also in the fifth floor. Your heart is beating hard; you try to hide behind the other people’s backs. “Good morning. How’s—” You weren’t able to finish what you’re saying after someone or something hit you at the back. You ended up falling on the person in front of you. Your lips touched his. It was all an accident. You quickly got up and apologized to him. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He sat up and helped you with the papers. “I-I’m all right. It’s nothing… really,” he stuttered.

WONWOO: “What’s the use of confessing my feelings for you if you’re going to leave me?” you frankly asked him. He turned to you with a serious look on his face. “Didn’t you tell me we’re going to finish our college in the same university?” You made him remember his plans back when you were in junior high school. But that was different, far from what you’re feeling for him now. “Dad wants me to transfer to another university,” he responded gloomily. “And… he also wants us to move to Gangnam.” Parents know what’s best for their children, you thought. Besides there is nothing you can do for he’s not yours. “About what you’ve told me about your feelings, I admit I was too numb to notice you liked me.” You remained staring at the ground, but he held your chin up so you’ll look at him. “But remember this: I’m not rejecting you.” This time he held the back of your head and kissed you on the forehead. All your concerns disappeared. “I don’t want to leave,” he whispered.

JIHOON: You were watching him closely while he’s playing his guitar. This guitar lessons was all his idea. When you told him you want to play the said instrument, he volunteered to be your coach. There are times when you are not paying attention on what he’s doing, but staring at his face the whole time. “Here, repeat what I did,” he ordered, handing you his guitar. You did what he told you. Fortunately, you watched and listened to him earlier. It turned out good. “You’re improving,” he complimented. “Um… thanks?” you replied, unsure. He giggled. “Why don’t you just believe me?” He’s telling the truth. “Okay, thanks for the compliment,” you said sheepishly. He noticed your hands which are now pinkish in color. He took the guitar form you and said, “I have something for you. Stay and listen.” So, he started playing a song on his guitar. You stayed still and listened. Did he just say it’s for you? Yes, you heard it right. The whole time you were smiling. “Did you like it? That one was for you,” he stated. The next moment, your faces were only an inch apart. Perplexed, you just closed your eyes and let him kiss you.

SEOKMIN: Scene 8. It is the scene where the guy will finally tell the girl about his love for her. You were lucky to be chosen as the lead character for this play. Two weeks from now and the Theater Club will be performing this piece. As a theater student, you were taught about professionalism. But there’s uneasiness whenever you were together. He’s kind, funny and smart. You are comfortable with him. This scene no. 8 is giving you chills and a heart problem. You stammer on your lines and those seem to be forgotten when he looks at you. And now, there’s a part where he’s going to confess to you and kiss you on your cheek. Falling for him is a delicate situation. “Is it okay with you? About the scene no. 8?” he asked, timidly. “Sorry if I asked you that, I was just nervous.” The truth is you’re the one who is more nervous.

MINGYU: Fireworks started bursting up the dark blue sky out of nowhere. You heard knocks on the door. “You need to see them before they’re gone,” he told you. Though you are confused, you ran upstairs with him to the rooftop. “Surprise!” he exclaimed. You were greeted by shining colors of yellow, gold, red, green, orange, silver and violet. “Wow, it’s beautiful,” you mouthed, eyes fixed on the sky. “I knew you would want to see this,” he said confidently. The display lasted for almost five minutes. You still want more but there was none. “That was really beautiful,” you sighed. He poked you on the arm and you looked at him. Suddenly, he kissed you on the cheek. “Hey! What’s that for?” you asked. “You look so cute when you sighed but you look cuter when you smiled,” he replied, flashing you a smile.

MINGHAO: From the moment you opened your eyes, you remembered him. Today will be his arrival. He would be expecting you to come see him. You arrived early; you’ll wait for an hour. Patiently, you sat on the benches at the waiting area. After an hour has passed, you received a message from him. The plane has just landed. You went straight to where the other people were waiting for their family and loved ones. There he is. He is eyeing the whole place, looking for you. “Over here!” you called, waving your hand. He smiled at you first before running towards your direction. Together, you headed outside the airport. He intertwine his fingers yours, walking hand in hand. “How have you been?” he asked. “I’m fine though I’ve missed you a lot,” you told him. “Really?!” he exclaimed. You just smiled. He kissed your hands in joy and went on walking home.

SEUNGKWAN: The skies are now getting more and more bluish. He’s making the most out of his leave, his three-day vacation. Here in Jeju is his hometown. You’ve been with him since the first day he visited. This is the last day of his stay here. “I didn’t get a chance to greet you exactly on your birthday. Your phone was busy,” you said as you were walking. “Why didn’t you call me the day after?” he asked in his usual surprise tone. “That’s not your birthday,” you replied sadly. “Let’s celebrate now. I’ll treat you,” he offered. “What if someone recognize you? Let’s just stay here,” you said, holding his hand. “Ah really, I’m so famous.” You nudged him on his stomach, lightly. “Why?” he laughs. You stopped under a tree, gazing at the sea beneath the cliff where both of you were standing. No answer came from you. His voice turned serious as he spoke, “Did I say something wrong?” You shook your head. “Let’s meet again like this when you come back from Seoul,” you requested, staring at him. He smiled, suppressing the sadness. “Sure… for you,” he said, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He planted a kiss on your forehead.

HANSOL: “Um… are you still studying?” he asked. You’re sitting on one of the benches in the school garden. This place is also perfect for students who want to relax or study. “I see.” You looked straight at him and asked. “What? Do you need something?” He’s feeling uneasy because of you. “Nevermind. Go back to what you’re doing,” he said. You turned your attention back on the book you’re reading. From the corner of your eye, you can see him stealing glances at you. When you got tired, you stopped reading. “I can feel you have something you want to tell me,” you stated. “Oh yes… about us. With ‘us’ I mean… I don’t want to remain as a plain ‘friend’ of yours.” You were awestruck. “I want to be ‘someone’ for you.” You can’t find the words to tell him you like him too. He leaned in closer and peck at your cheeks. “I like you,” he said, straight to your face.

CHAN: He’s been doing so many favors for you. Cooking something for him might repay his efforts for helping you out. You were in your aunt’s kitchen. “Do you really know how to cook?” he asked, watching you prepare the ingredients. He is sitting on the dining table not far from the kitchen. “Trust me,” you answered surely. “You’ll need my help,” he said, walking to the kitchen to join you. “Yes, please. Wash the chicken for me,” you commanded. “Okay, for you~” he responded. The two of you started working together quietly. You are chopping the onion and garlic, tensed. You let out a sound of pain, keeping your voice moderate. “What happened?” He rushed toward you. He dragged your left hand and washed your finger with water. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m okay,” you replied. “It will heal fast.” He held your hand again and kissed the wounded finger.

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bytheangell · 6 years ago

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number 38 + malec with the gang, human verse?

(Read on AO3)38: “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

Alec was packing up the last of his things into boxes. There weren’t many - he didn’t have a strong attachment to most of the physical possessions he owned, nothing that couldn’t be replaced once he got home. It was the last night he, Magnus, Clary, Izzy, Jace, and Simon were all going to be together before they graduated the following day and went their separate ways. Leaving the small house they shared the past two years of college hurt more than he thought it would.

They were all feeling it.

Simon knocked on his door, a bowl of popcorn in hand. “Ready for one last movie night?”

“Stop talking like we’re never going to see each other again,” Alec said, rolling his eyes but frowning. Because what if it was the last time they’re all together like this? People say they’re going to stay in touch all the time but then…

“Hurry up, I got us the best blanket!” It was Magnus, grinning from ear to ear as he held up the fluffiest white down comforter that everyone knew was Alec’s favorite. They left the television, blankets, and pillows unpacked for this very event, and while everyone else was going out and getting trashed the night before graduation the six of them couldn’t imagine anywhere else they’d rather be besides piled up on the bare living room floor.

Curled up next to Magnus on the floor, Alec knew there certainly wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be, at least. It didn’t take long for the two of them to lose interest in the movie and get lost in one another, not only to make out (though there were certainly kisses shared) but just in glances and smiles, a comfortable silence between them as they mouthed ‘I love you’s and traced slow, languid patterns over each other’s arms and backs with their fingertips, not sure when the next time they’d get to share a night like this would be.

They’re broken from their silent peace when raised voices reach them from the kitchen. Clary and Jace were fighting again, as they did a lot the past month, ever since Jace told Clary that he decided to enlist in the Army. Alec enlisted the same time Jace did - they were from a military family, born and bred to be soldiers. It was in their blood. Alec and Magnus had exactly one fight about it, and that was it. Magnus knew there was no talking him out of it and decided not to waste the time they had left together fighting every 10 seconds over something that was already decided. If it was what Alec wanted, then it was what Magnus would support. End of story.

Jace, on the other hand, hadn’t gotten that lucky with Clary’s reaction.

Alec winced and Magnus sighed as the fight flooded into the living room.

“Look, this isn’t a debate, alright! Can we just get through one night without you bringing it up–”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me just pretend for a night that you’re not going to go get yourself killed, just so we can make out like teens in a movie theater.”

“It’s working for Alec and Magnus,” Jace muttered.

“Hey, don’t drag us into this!” Magnus defended. “And we’re not pretending anything. I support whatever Alexander chooses to do with his life 100% and he knows that.” He gave Alec a look that could melt him into a puddle on the floor then and there.

Clary flared, about five seconds away from storming out of the house altogether. “I’m sorry I can’t be as perfectly accepting as Magnus.”

Simon, in an uncomfortable attempt to ease the growing tension before it ruined the whole night, attempted to intervene. “Well, don’t put that on yourself, Clary. I don’t think anyone can reach the level of perfection those two seem to have mastered. You guys should just get married already and stop putting us all to shame.”

Alec, still caught up in the look on Magnus’ face (which was the literal definition of heart-eyes), gave him a small smile before saying, “We should, shouldn’t we?” And then, without missing a beat and almost too low for the others to hear, added, “…marry me?”

Magnus’s face changed slowly as the weight of the words hit him, from confusion, to surprise, to hesitation. “What?”

“Marry me.” Alec repeated, firmer this time. “I know we never talked about it but… You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? It can’t only be me.”

Magnus stared, entirely unresponsive. The rest of the room fell silent around them and the longer he just looked at Alec the more tense everything became.

“Magnus? Say something, you’re making me nerv–”

Magnus stood up and left the room without a word. Alec looked around the group in stunned silence.

“That didn’t go the way I hoped,” He said, trying to smile but the motion not quite carrying out. What the hell just happened?! “I should go find him.” He was halfway to the hallway when Magnus came back into the room holding a small black box. Alec’s breath caught in his chest.

“Is that –”

Magnus opened the box to show a gorgeous silver engagement band sitting on a puff of red velvet. “It wasn’t just you.” Magnus said finally. His hands were shaking slightly, his gaze fixed on the ring. “I’ve had it for weeks now, I was just waiting for the right time. I was going to do it when you told me you enlisted, then I was going to wait until the last day of classes, or after our last final, or tonight during our last dinner at Alicante before we left…” He looked back up at Alec, trailing off.

“Why didn’t you?” Alec asked, still worried by the lack of an actual answer. The longer Magnus didn’t say yes, the more convinced Alec grew that he might actually still say no.

“Because nothing ever felt, I don’t know, worthy, of how much you mean to me. I was waiting for the perfect moment but nothing felt special enough yet.” Magnus confessed, looking almost embarrassed to admit it.

Alec only smiled. “Of course not, and nothing ever will. Because each moment we’re together is already the best moment - it’s never going to get any more special than this. Than us. Every minute - every second - of every day with you is perfection.”

They stood there watching the tears spring into each other’s eyes before both of them began to laugh, grinning like idiots as the laughs turn into half-laughs, half sobs.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Alec pointed out, clearing his throat to regain what little composure he could. Because this was it. This was really happening. Before he might’ve been able to play it off as a joke, or maybe the start of a more serious conversation. But there was no denying this now, not that he would even if he could. “Magnus Bane, I will not ask you a fourth time, so this is your last shot. Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Alexander, of course I’ll marry you.” They closed the space between them, the ring almost entirely forgotten in Magnus’ hand as they kissed, tasting the salt from the tears neither could stop from flowing now. It’s soft and messy, both smiling so wide it’s nearly impossible to kiss at all. When they break away from the kiss a moment later just to collapse into each other’s arms it’s to the sound of more crying – but this time from Isabelle and Clary who are hastily wiping away their own tears and fixing smudged makeup while Simon and Jace began a round of applause and cheers that echoed through the empty house.

“I love you so much.” Magnus says, head buried against Alec’s neck. “I love you too.” Alec takes a step backwards but grabs both of Magnus’ hands in his own, unwilling to break contact for even a fraction of a second. “I can’t believe I’m the one proposing and you’re the one with the ring. This was impulsive, you can’t somehow be more prepared than me, that’s cheating.” But Alec couldn’t even pretend to be mad as Magnus dropped his hands to pull the ring from the box and slide it onto his finger. It was a perfect fit.

“Honestly, it’s a good thing your impulsive ass just blurted it out or I might never have gotten my shit together.” Magnus shook his head, looking down in disbelief at the ring on his boyfriend - correction, fiancé’s - finger. Of all the ways he imagined this moment playing out he never would’ve pictured this, not in a million years.

But it was everything he’d been searching for in the end.

It was perfect because it was them; as long as they were together they could be nothing less.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shfanficnexus #clary fray #isabelle lightwood #jace herondale #simon lewis #clace #I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 500 YEARS #i hope it was worth the wait!#also I wasn't sure if you meant the This World Inverted verse or just general human AU verse and went with the later I HOPE THAT'S OKAY #inspiration was just not coming for this one for the longest time #but this prompt fit a proposal fluff prompt from Carla so well it was fate #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #anon glamour activated #ask rune

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newscheckz · 4 years ago

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Before we fight each other, we must ask ourselves: does marriages work?4

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Before we fight each other, we must ask ourselves: does marriages work?4

So many questions arise when it comes to discussions on the institution of marriage. Majority of us, especially the young are asking, do marriages work?

A young man walks us through his journey of marriage at just 21 years and its highs and lows.

…………………………..continuation of part three.

She didn’t believe that a restaurant interview would be genuine. She also felt like I would use this opportunity to run away from her due to our challenges.”

Lucy says:

I knew men who travelled out of the country and ended up forgetting their families. Some even remarried.

I was very unsure about this ‘new found opportunity’ that was so urgent. I knew I couldn’t stop him, so I gave him my blessing and told him to remember he had a young family that needed him.

2 days later I was on a bus to Kigali. It was by blind faith. Upon reaching Kigali, I worked for this boss for the first month expecting to get some payment that I could send home to my wife and young son. That never happened.

He gave me and the other employees many excuses. I then worked for him for three more months and each end month he would not pay.

Lucy says:

When Robert told me he wasn’t being paid, I was at first unsure whether to believe him. I never understood how he would work and not demand for salary.

I had this feeling he may have been withholding support from us.

Our small studio was struggling and I couldn’t get enough for myself let alone for rent. I had also confirmed prior to him leaving that were expecting a second child.

It was tough fending while at the same time going through a second difficult pregnancy.

PARENTS

Robert had asked me not to involve our parents in the difficult times that he was sure he would

make ends meet. So we kept this information away from them.

TURNING POINT

One time, Robert called me and said he had slept hungry. Realizing my husband had slept hungry hurt me so much that I sent him Kshs 200 (from Nairobi to Kigali) to buy something to eat.

I kept sending every time I would make some money for his own survival. I asked him to return home but he insisted on staying and trying to find work.

At one point he told me he had gotten a house at a kitongoji duni (slum) and he needed Kshs 1,500 to rent. I sent it to him and he got in.

He had also left that job without his dues and was actively looking for other opportunities.

OPPORTUNITIES

Immediately my wife sent me Kssh 1,500, I left that job, and went full throttle looking for opportunities. I was lucky to meet a Ugandan man who gave me my first consultancy contract as a designer and a videographer.

I spent time working with him, learning as fast as possible and supporting the best I could. I learnt how to pitch for business, how to do quotations and how to apply for tenders.

The pay was not as good, but due to the diligence in the work, I got bonuses every time I signed a deal.

Two silver wedding rings linked together

Within no time I had won his trust and he started assigning me major responsibilities including meeting corporate clients.

I put these bonuses together and would send my wife 70% of all the money I made. I trusted her with finances. She is a good caretaker of family resources. She was happy that things had turned out well.

As a good wife, she kept this money in a savings account and when I finally came to Kenya for holidays, she asked that we go for a unique type of shopping, our first ever piece of land, a 50 x 100 in Juja that we paid for in cash.

Back at work, I kept learning and improving my skills and it was at this point I got an opportunity with a new company, this time as a Creative Director. I continued pushing the limits and supporting my team.

The leadership at the new company were very supportive and gave me opportunities to learn Digital Marketing, PR in addition to my video and graphics design roles.

It was during this time that I also joined Mavuno Church in Kigali and started volunteering as a marriage mentor based on my marriage experience. Serving in church brought new opportunities. If I was not at work, I was busy with God’s ministry.

I offered probono design services for church announcements, posters and flyers and run the churches’ social media accounts. All this I did as a way to give back for how graceful God had been to me.

It wasn’t long, till when a member of the church was curious to know who was behind the graphics and the works displayed every Sunday. Our pastor introduced me to him.

I met with this gentleman and after a few lunches, he revealed that he was a Senior Director of Sales and Marketing for a new International Hotel chain that was to open in Kigali.

I remember during those lunches, he just said “I am building a Marketing Team and I would like you to join”.I got excited, as a new opportunity had presented itself.

Without further information, I went through the interview process and in 2016 joined the Hotel’s Chain marketing team. My role involved supporting Marketing for the property as well as other upcoming hotels in Sub Saharan Africa.

This was a great opportunity for me as I had learnt so much throughout the journey and hospitality roles at a 5 star was a blessing. It was during this time that my wife moved with me to Kigali.

For the next 3 years I was in charge of the hotel’s marketing, PR, photography and brand positioning. I was passionate about enriching my skills and widening my understanding of hospitality.

So I spent extra time training in Human Resources. It is at that point those efforts were recognised and I got promoted to a role of Learning and Development manager. I was officially certified soon after as a hospitality trainer at an event in Dubai.

My passion in training gave me an opportunity to volunteer to train young couples in Rwanda on keeping sustainable and strong relationships. Over 4 years, I have mentored over 60 couples in Rwanda alone, dozens in Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania.

My Own Company

While I did trainings and marketing at the same time, I realized the gap and need in the industry and in late 2019 where my wife and I started our own fully-fledged Marketing Consulting Agency called Halleria Consult. (www.halleriaconsult.com).

Halleria Consult is a corporate communications company offering high-end solutions in digital marketing, social media management, events, branding and graphics, corporate training etc.

Our footprint has been felt in the short time we have been operational as my team consists of talented creatives, marketers, PR, photographer and art Director.

I am also proud to say that “Affecto” brand is our baby. We designed the Affecto corporate logo as our support to the founder’s dream. My wife and I are co-directors of Halleri, a Consult and she is more involved in Business Development while I do the technical part of it.

We have also launched a mentorship program to raise future digital marketers and brand strategists who will make this dream grow.

Interestingly our kids are part of the program. Our 10 year old and 7 year old sons are amateur graphic designers with a lot of interest with 3D animation and photography.

How do we make our marriage work? What exactly have we done and continue to do that is making it work?

Communication is one thing that helps marriages to work. There is nothing so small that you can’t tell or share with your partner.

No matter how simple you think it is, she needs to know. I tell her everything and she does the same.

We don’t keep secrets, we prefer being open to each other. When it comes to finances and running the business, she does the budgets and planning.

I give her my plans and proposals and she allocates money for that. She also runs a Cake business called Qapital Cakes which does different type of pastries.

Lucy is a great wife and a sharp businesswoman, skills she has acquired overtime.

IN-LAWS

Lucy is loved by my family so much and is a close confidant of my mother. My mother, father and her have a special bond that has grown tighter over the years.

They can defend her to the last tooth. My sisters accepted and treat her as one of their own. On the other side, I have a good relationship with my mother and father in law.

Never at any time have they ever interfered with our relationship.

The end.

#Marriage

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little-inkstone · 7 years ago

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Impish

Summery: After Gold’s heart is broken he wishes to just disappear, only to be told by a member of the fae that if he can’t bury a cursed dagger before sunrise his wish will come true.

AN: Happy Halloween everyone! This fic is very loosely based on an old myth called Teig O’Kane and the Corpse. I hope you all enjoy it!

Nothing could heal Ruskin Gold’s broken bitter heart, not the expensive whiskey clutched in his hand, nor the long walk he’d taken across the moor on the cold foggy night. In his drunken state he had thought it would be best to walk across the open fields. The roads were too muddy from the constant rain, and the cobbles of town were so slick he’d be more likely to end up under the hoof of a carriage horse instead of being allowed to sulk in peace. There was also the matter of privacy, most of those that lived in the small town he called home were his tenants or debtors and he their collector, it would be good for business for them to see the cruel Mr. Gold so deep in his cups.

Unable to take another step he somehow found himself lying on the ground, looking up at the sky. Twinkling stars winked at him between dark fluffy clouds, the damp from the ground slowly sinking into his fine wool coat. The amber liquid of his drink sloshed loudly as he lifted the bottle and toasted the sky. He mumbled something about seeing people for who they really where, and the tried to take a deep drink, only to end up splashing his face and missing his mouth entirely. Lying prone and trying to drink while drunk, in hindsight, was not the wisest action. He let out a bitter laugh at that thought. Gold hasn’t been acting very wise recently as it was, and it was all the fault of that damned Isobelle Avonlea and her smile.

“Belle.” He whispered to no one, the alcohol making him weepy as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

He was a fool to ever think anyone could feel warmly towards him, of course it had been nothing but a ruse. She had seemed so honest and kind; and he’d fallen for it as surely as he’d fallen to the ground a moment ago.

When she and her father had moved to the small town he all but owned he had paid them little mind; Maurice Avonlea was a good tenant if a little prone to drinking and gambling a bit too much at the local pub. But he and his daughter ran their little flower stall and made enough to pay their loan and rent on time as well as afford the indulgence, so Gold hadn’t thought of them much. That was a lie, he’d been thinking about Isobelle from the moment he’d first seen her. She’d been holding a bouquet of fragrant flowers and selling each bloom for a half penny. One of the local children had been shy in approaching her, but she had bent down with a kind smile and offered the sweet blossom for free. Gold had scoffed at her foolishness. Flowers were her family’s livelihood; they wouldn’t last long if they gave them away for free.

Gold hadn’t had much time to dwell on that thought, for just as he was about to turn away she looked up and smiled at him. He froze in place, taken aback by the sweetness of the look. She had to be looking at someone else, but when he turned to look behind him there was no one else there. When he looked back at her she had covered her mouth to no doubt stifle a giggle at his clear bewilderment. With the same hand she gestured for him to come to her, and without his permission his feet had obeyed.

In the following months, Isobelle, Belle, had been a bright spark of light in the terrible and dark ocean of his life. It wasn’t just her beauty that drew him to her; he had seen many a pretty face in his years of life. No, it was more than that, she was kind and gentle and clever as well. She laughed at his darker quips and challenged him with her own. The soft silk of her skin and voice hid a will of steel and a core of passion. That passion had been his down fall, how could anyone as perfect as Belle ever truly want him? That thought had been his constant companion while he courted her, but she had seemed more then receptive to his presence. So he had continued until the voice of doubt and fear had been nothing but a whisper. He was a fool.

Belle didn’t love him, she never had. That morning he’d planned to propose to her, but the words had never left his lips. Instead when he had found her she had taken his hand and lead him away from the village. She’d kissed him and ran her hands through his hair, asking him to do to her what only those that were married should experience. Damn fool that he was, he had eagerly agreed, hadn’t he gone to find her to ask for her hand in marriage? What was the harm in an indulgence?

The harm was that it had been nothing but a trick to get him to marry her. Maurice had come across them just as he was pushing up her skirt and she undid his britches. Instead the anger bellows of a father that had caught a man taking advantage of his only daughter he had laughed cruelly and said the words that had both broken Gold’s heart and solidified his worst fears into reality.

“Good job, my girl, now the bastard has to marry you.”

She had tried to lie to him, to tell him that her father was drunk and being unkind, but he wouldn’t listen to her. Instead he had thrown the ring he’d planned to give her as an engagement present at her feet. He would have married her for love; if she hadn’t been so grasping and greedy he would have waited at the end of an aisle for her and pledged his soul to her along with his wealth. Now no such thing would happen. If she was so intent on his wealth she could have it, what use for gold and silver did have when it felt as if his heart had slowly and painfully been ripped from his chest.

Gold had left as she held her unlaced jerkin together and cried in front of the ring he’d flung at her. Blind rage had given away to bone deep sorrow and both had been muddled together once he’d began drinking. Hours later a walk had seemed like a good idea, so now he was lying in a field with a broken heart and a fine jacket soaked with both rain and whiskey.

The sound of footsteps broke the quiet night and for one irrational moment he betrayed himself and wished it was Belle, come to explain everything away and help him up. He let out a disgusted noise at his own patheticness and ignored the sounds. It didn’t matter who it was, it could a French battalion come to invade for all he cared; nothing would rouse him from this spot. The footsteps drew nearer and he closed his eyes, perhaps they wouldn’t see him. He wished no one could see him, if he simple didn’t exist them he wouldn’t be in so much pain. The steps stopped beside him, and without really meaning to he opened one eye to see who it was by his side.

Instead of a man or woman or even a beast he found himself looking up at the sickening and twisted smile of an imp. His skin glittered like damp moss and mud found at the edges of sluggish streams, his teeth were as crooked and dirty as his hair was wild and tangled. The blood in Gold’s veins ran cold as he looked at the terrible creature in front of him. He couldn’t move; he was pinned down by the cold reptilian eyes that were looking at him with clear intrigue.

“Hello, Ruskin Gold.” It said nastily. “It seems you’re lucky to have met me.” Gold’s mouth moved but no sound left him. The creature let out a wicked giggle and tapped its fingers together. “Forgotten how to speak have you? Fine, then listen to me.”

“What…?” Gold tried, finally finding his voice. Dreaming, he must be dreaming.

“Ah, ah, ah, you had your chance Ruskin Gold, I’ll be talking now.” The imp said, barring his teeth. With a wave of his hand Gold felt himself begin to rise off the ground. Blood rushed to his head as he found himself upright and he tried to stay standing. Maybe he wasn’t dreaming, maybe he was just drunker then he thought. He didn’t have long to think on this, the imp was talking again and he felt it was important to listen. “I need you to do something for me, and if you succeed you will be richly rewarded, but if you fail you’ll disappear!” He giggled menacingly. “Seems you’ll get what you want either way.”

“I-I don’t want to disappear.” Gold said, a shiver of fear dripping down his spine like ice water.

“No? Then you best bury this,” The imp flourished his hand and held out his palm, a wavy dagger suddenly there. “Before dawn.”

Headless of the mess it would make of his hands Gold fell to the ground and began to paw at the dirt to make a hole that would fit the wicked weapon. He stopped when the horrible creature began to laugh.

“What? What am I doing wrong?” Gold begged, desperation making him tremble.

“This is no mere knife; it needs a special place to permanently rest.” His smile was more a sneer then a grin when he leaned down. “Do you know a place like that?”

Gold grabbed the dagger from the imps hand and jumped to his feet. He began to run as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn’t running from the imp, he had heard the stories of the fae; he knew it would be pointless. Instead he wanted to wash his hands of it as soon as he could; there were several places he thought could be worthy of burying the blade, but the sun would be up in a matter of hours and those places might not be acceptable. His lungs burned as he ran, his feet slipping on the wet grass under his feet, but he didn’t stop until he reached the first place that had come to mind.

There was a light burning in the cemetery and Gold stopped up short when he entered the yard only to find the imp sharing a drink with a skeleton as they sat in front of a fire. Drunk and dreaming, that could be the only explanation. His shoulders began to relax as he caught his breath, he didn’t need to hurry if he were soon to wake up. The imp looked at him with his nasty smile once more and Gold decided that he would hurry anyway. He moved to take a step into the graveyard but was stopped when the skeleton stood.

“We’re all full here.” It rasped. “You’ll have to find another spot.”

The next few spots he tried were the same. A band of ghosts had taken up residence under the large tree he thought would make a good resting place. When he tried to approach them they told him to move on, there was no room among the roots of the tree to hold another treasure. Ghouls and goblins were in the next places he tried and soon the sky was beginning to lighten with the rising sun. He’d run himself ragged. His hands were stained with dirt and he had nothing to show for it. Limping after twisting his ankle he made his way to Belle’s house, he didn’t care if it had been a lie, if he was going to disappear then he wanted to see her once last time.

Resting against her window seal he stabbed the source of his distress into the ground and looked through the window. Across the room from him was Belle’s bed, in the dark he couldn’t see her very well, but he knew she was as beautiful as always. Yet, he could just make out the moue of distress. Her face, instead of being at peace and smooth with sleep was marred by a wrinkled brow and down turn of her plush lips.

“Oh Belle.” He whispered. “Oh, Belle, I’m so sorry, I truly was a fool, but not for the reasons I thought.” His face grew wet with tears as he sobbed at the window of the woman he loved.

Dawn came and went with him there as he cried, but he paid no mind to it until he noticed Belle began to rouse from her sleep. He gasped as she stood and walked towards him. He looked over his shoulder to confirm the sun was up and then back at her; he was still here, he hadn’t disappeared. Joy bubbled up and he let out a laugh and stood to tell Belle he loved her. Only for that delight to disappear as she looked through him like he was nothing but air. He closed his eyes and looked away; he had no more tears left.

“Come,” The imp said from behind him. Gold looked at the outstretched hand. “It seems you’ve gotten your wish to disappear, so now it’s time I show you something important.”

“What more could be left?” Gold replied, feeling haggard.

“You’ll see.” The dark creature giggled.

There was nothing else left to for him to do, so with one last forlorn look at his beloved he followed the imp. They didn’t walk for long, instead once they had gotten to the main road they stopped and waited as the sun began to rise higher into the sky, but as it did Gold began to notice the way the world changed around him. Gone was the quaint little village he called home, and in its place was a dark and dingy parody. The cobble streets had fallen into disarray and all the shops had seen better days. Soon people began to walk along the road, all of them too thin and pale to be healthy. He recognized most of them, although their faces had aged and their hair had turned silver. Misery seemed to have settled into the very bones of those that lived there.

That was until a large man rode down the street. He was dressed in a fine red coat and his horse was clearly better fed than anyone else he had seen. The man oozed wealth but Gold had never seen him before. Turning to the imp he noticed the creature was smiling at him with narrowed eyes.

“Who is that?” Gold asked. “What happened to this place? It was thriving only yesterday.”

“Ah, but this isn’t yesterday, this is years and years into a future where you’ve disappeared. Dreary place, isn’t it?” He replied nastily.

“And that man? Why is he so much better off than everyone else?” Gold demanded. How could this have happened? All from just he being gone?

“That man is their landlord.” The imp replied. “After you disappeared there was no will and no heirs to be found, so your lawyer sold everything you owned and this man bought the towns debts.”

“That doesn’t explain why he is so well fed while everyone else starves.” Gold snapped.

“Doesn’t it?” His guide asked. “When you guard your coin like a dragon guard’s gold? Don’t you think that there are others that are as greedy as you?”

“I am always fair.” He defended. “I take only what can be afforded.”

“I wonder if the townspeople would agree.” The imp hummed.

Gold scoffed and turned away and back to the scene in front of him. The town had come more alive as he’d argued with the fairy creature. Merchants opened their stalls and others wheeled their carts into the street, one of which was Belle. His heart leapt up to his throat when he saw her. She was as beautiful as ever, but the years had taken their toll. His Belle was too thin to be healthy, her cheeks were sunken in and her skin was sallow with malnourishment. She had a streak of white in her hair that came with age but he couldn’t help but wish to reach out and play with it. Belle would always be beautiful no matter what, but seeing that she had suffered made him feel as if his chest has been ripped open. It didn’t matter that she’d only spent time with him because she wanted his money, if his wealth could have kept her healthy he would have given it all to her.

“Belle.” He whispered, trying to reach out to her as she made her wears ready for the day. “Belle I’m sorry.” But she couldn’t see or hear him.

“Ah, Isobelle.” A voice called from behind him. Gold turned to see the wealthy man in red dismount from his horse and swagger towards Belle.

“Hello, Mr. Gaston.” Belle replied with a weary nod. Gold couldn’t help but notice she didn’t smile at this man.

“Have you given any thought to my proposal?” The man, Gaston asked.

Gold closed his eyes. Of course Belle would have moved on to the new richest man in town. Hadn’t he had that spelt out to him very clearly just the day before? He knew Belle’s true character now, it didn’t matter how much he thought he knew her.

“You know my answer, Mr. Gaston.” Belle replied her lips thinning unhappily. “I’m waiting for someone to come back, so for the last time I will not now, or ever, marry you.” Gold looked at her in confusion, who could she be waiting for.

Gaston laughed as if she’d told him the funniest joke in the world. “That again? Gold isn’t coming back; he was swept away by the fae, or drowned himself in the river. You’ll be waiting forever for him to return.”

“Then I’ll wait forever.” Belle said, tilting her chin up defiantly.

Him? She was waiting for him? Gold fell to his knees before her, his hands passing through her skirts as if he were nothing but a ghost. He’d been wrong, he’d been so very wrong, and now he would never have the chance to make it right. Before he had thought he had no more tears, but that seemed to have been another mistake he’d made. Now he found himself openly weeping. He didn’t notice when the world around him changed again, or when the sun seemed to arc backwards across the sky, nor did he notice when he was no longer weeping in the streets but rather under the window he had been previously. All the world was lost to him until he felt a brush of something through his hair. He looked up in shock the most beautiful set of blue eyes staring at him.

“Ruskin?” She said her eyes widening in shock. His own eyes widened and he stood with a laugh reaching out and pulling her into his arms. “What happened to you?” Belle asked as he clung to her.

Pulling back he looked down at himself at her words; he really did look a fright. His coat was stained with mud and grass and his hair was wilder then the imps had been. No doubt his eyes were also red from his lack of sleep and too much whiskey, but he had never felt more grateful for the beginning of a hangover.

“A dream,” He replied. “It must have been a dream, but oh Belle! I thought I’d never see you again!” Gold reached out again and grabbed her hands through the window and she let out a surprised noise.

“I thought that was what you wanted, after how cruelly you spoke to me yesterday.” Belle removed her hands from his and crossed her arms, eyeing him wearily. “Or has your dream made you forget?”

“No, no Belle, I haven’t forgotten, I was a beast to you, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve those words. I was a fool and a coward; I thought no one could love me and now I’m afraid I’ve ruined the only good thing that’s happened to me.” He said the words spilling out in a flow of honesty he’d never experienced before.

“Ruskin, are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” Belle asked worriedly, reaching through the window to press her hand to his forehead to check for a fever.

“Oh but I am.” He reassured her, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I see things for as they truly are, Belle.” Gold told her, taking a deep breath he feel to his knees. “Marry me Belle, not for any other reason that I love you, and I hope that you love me too.”

Gold watched as Belle climbed out of her window in her nightgown and kneeled in the mud beside him, staining the knees of her white cotton dress. She took his face in her hands and pulled him in, her lips capturing his in a deep searching kiss. When she pulled back she smiled at him in a way that would make angels weep from its beauty.

“Of course I love you,” She whispered. “I’ve loved you for so long!”

“Then will you marry me?” He begged.

“Yes, we have a lot to talk about, but yes, I’ll marry you.” Belle said, tears forming in her eyes.

Gold pulled her to him and kissed her again, neither of them hearing the soft mischievous giggle on the wind, as they did.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #Impish #cue the queue #Halloween #Happy Halloween

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thecuriouscrusader · 7 years ago

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Surprise!

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Word Count: 1706

Prompt: “I’m back, Baby!”

Tags: Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Humour, Fluff, Idiots In Love

Summary: Cas is planning on proposing to Dean and he really should have found a better place to hide the ring.

A/N: Written for @kdfrqqg‘s 100 followers celebration. Congrats Kris! Not beta-ed I’ve decided to die like a man on this one, but if there is any glaring errors then please let me know! I hope you enjoy x

Castiel was sat on the bed clutching a small blue box with trembling fingers. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening it again. A silver band was cushioned inside, gleaming and waiting for an owner. Castiel could only hope that Dean would accept it.

"I'm back, Baby!" Dean called as he stepped through the front door.

Castiel's eyes widened with shock; Dean was home from work early. Castiel sprung to his feet and turned in every possible direction as he tried to think of somewhere to stash the ring.

"Just a moment" He responded. "I'm...naked" he cringed at the poor excuse.

"You think that's going to make me stay out?" Dean scoffed as he made his way up the stairs. "That just makes me want to see you more."

Castiel knew he was running out of time so he shoved the box into his sock drawer.

Dean opened the door with an eager grin but when he saw that Castiel was fully dressed he pouted slightly.

"You're not naked" he mumbled disappointedly.

"No, I was...pranking you" Castiel reasoned.

Dean seemed unsure. "You should keep working on that."

"I'm the one who should be offended" Castiel said. "Why does how clothed I am affect your joy at seeing me?"

"It doesn't" Dean assured him as wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist. "I've just noticed that you've been kinda spacey recently and I thought you might be ready to...reconnect." Any sense of joviality left him for a moment. "You'd tell me if something was wrong, yeah?" He asked concernedly.

Castiel supposed that planning his proposal had made him pretty preoccupied. It was a huge decision after all and he wanted it to be perfect. He had not realised that Dean had caught on to his distracted mood.

"I'm sorry" Castiel said with apologetic eyes. "I've been dealing with something very important but...hopefully it will reach a conclusion very soon."

"Alright" Dean said; he assumed it was something work related. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help" he added before kissing Castiel's forehead.

"Right now I would just like to spend the evening with you" Castiel smiled.

"That I can do" Dean grinned. "Just let me change into my sweats-"

"No!" Castiel exclaimed; he did not want Dean hanging around the bedroom any longer. "You go and get in the shower and I'll bring your clothes to you."

"Well I could just take them now-"

"Go and I'll get in with you."

"Going" Dean said as he hurried out the door.

Castiel smiled to himself.

After their shower Castiel and Dean headed down stairs.

"What do you want for dinner?" Dean asked; he was their resident chef.

"Actually, I was thinking that we could get takeout" Castiel said. "We haven't ordered from Marco's in a while."

"Oh man, I love Marco's pizza" Dean groaned.

"I know" Castiel said with a small smile.

"But I thought you said the sauce tasted like grease and despair?" Dean said with a frown.

"I did, but I don't want you stop having something you like just because I don't like it" Castiel said. "I'll try one of the pasta dishes."

"Okay, that would be awesome" Dean smiled. "Thank you for sacrificing your taste buds for me."

"You're lucky I love you so much" Castiel replied.

"I sure am" Dean said.

"I'll go and place the order. Why don't you get comfy on the sofa and pick a movie for us to watch? I think there's a western marathon."

"Wow, my favourite crappy pizza and you're letting me pick the movie, is it my birthday?" His eyes widened as if he'd had a sudden horrible thought. “Is it our first date anniversary? I-I mean, I would totally know if it was our anniversary" he said while trying to shrug his shoulders nonchalantly.

Castiel rolled his eyes but he could not help but smile.

"No, it isn't" Castiel assured him. "Like I said, I just want to make up for being so out of it recently. Now, I will get the phone and write our anniversary on the calendar."

Dean sighed with relief as he flopped down on the sofa. "Thank you."

A while later they were huddled up on the sofa with an empty pizza box in front of Dean, and a half eaten portion of pasta in front of Cas. Castiel had his head rested on Dean's chest and his arm rested across his waist. Dean had his arm wrapped around Castiel's shoulders and his cheek pressed against the top of the smaller man's head. They were watching The Magnificent Seven. Castiel knew that Dean had seen it a hundred times, but he found that the look of joy Dean still got every time he watched it was very endearing.

"Thanks for this, Cas" Dean said once the credits began to roll. "There's nothing I'd rather do than just chill at home with you."

Castiel smiled. "You're welcome" he said and then they shared a kiss. "How about some dessert? I put my day off to good use and made a pecan pie."

Dean looked taken aback. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

"Every now and then" Castiel teased. "I'll go and slice it up."

"I love you" Dean said.

Castiel smiled at him before heading into the kitchen. Dean made sure that he was gone before getting up and sneaking to the stairs.

Dean did not like to admit it but he got cold easily and he often liked to 'borrow' a pair of Cas' special fuzzy socks to keep his feet warm. He went into their bedroom and grabbed a hoodie out of the wardrobe before rummaging around in Cas' sock drawer.

He was puzzled when he felt something hard and pulled out a small box. Without thinking Dean opened it up and his eyes widened when he saw the silver ring.

A million questions started rushing through Dean's head. Why did Cas have the ring? Was it even Cas'? Maybe he was just looking after it for someone. But then why would he hide it? Could this be why he'd been acting strange when Dean came home? Why he was making sure Dean had a perfect night..?

Dean quickly put the box back where he had found it and hurried down the stairs before Castiel realised he was missing.

He sat down on the sofa. His chest was heaving and he was pretty sure he had not blinked since seeing the ring.

"Dean?" Castiel asked worriedly when he returned to find his partner staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

Dean snapped out of his stupor. "Nothing, nothing is wrong. I...I saw a spider."

Castiel sighed. "Dean, you said you were going to make more of an effort to deal with the little ones instead of becoming catatonic."

"How do you know it wasn't a big one?" Dean asked defensively.

"You would have screamed" Castiel claimed as he put the pie down on the coffee table.

Dean was ashamed to say he could not argue.

"Cas, I need to ask you something" he said as calmly as possible.

"Can I ask you something first?" Castiel countered.

"Yes I will marry you!" Dean loudly blurted.

Both men stared at each other in an equal state of shock.

"I...I was going to ask if you wanted ice-cream with the pie" Castiel said quietly.

Dean groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"I'm such an idiot" he said angrily.

"I take it you found the ring?" Castiel asked meekly.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to!" Dean exclaimed. "I wasn't looking for it, I was looking for socks because you have those really soft ones which feel like hugs for my feet and I get cold, Cas, it's exhausting pretending I'm a warm blooded male because I'm really not-"

"Dean!" Castiel exclaimed before his lover could spiral any further. "It's alright" he laughed.

Dean looked confused. "Why are you laughing? Is it because I'm a soft moron?"

"No" Castiel assured him. "I'm relieved? Happy. You did just tell me you wanted to marry me.”

Dean paused to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, I did didn't I? I mean, I do want to marry you. Of course I do. It's just that knowing you, you probably had this massive proposal planned to sweep me off my feet and I would have cried, Cas, because it was going to be so beautiful, but I might still cry."

Castiel sat down next to Dean and took his hand.

"Dean, please calm down. I was planning on doing it after eating the pie as an apology if it tasted awful" he joked.

"There was never a chance of that. You're awesome at baking" Dean said.

Castiel smiled. "The truth is I've just been trying to work up the courage all night, but luckily you've saved me the pressure. All that mattered to me was that you said yes, it didn't matter how and when I asked."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked sheepishly.

Castiel took both of Dean's hands then and got down on one knee in front of him.

"Dean Winchester, you have a terrible taste in food, you're scared shitless of spiders, you lack any kind of subtlety, and you're super horny, but those are just some of the things that I love about you, and I love you with all my heart. So, I will ask you myself, will you please marry me?"

"Yes" Dean said as he nodded frantically.

Castiel grinned from ear to ear and he was so excited that he leapt onto Dean's lap and they kissed each other profusely.

"I believe there was a ring" Dean said.

"Indeed" Castiel said as he stood up. "Why don't you come up to the bedroom and I'll make you work for it as punishment for spoiling the surprise" he said with a smirk as he held out his hand for Dean to take.

"Absolutely" Dean replied eagerly as he took Castiel’s hand. "Can I bring the pie?" He asked.

"How will that work?" Castiel countered.

"We will make it work" Dean said determinedly.

#Kris' First Writing Challenge #destiel #destiel fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn writing challenge #my stuff #curious writes

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salmicka1 · 7 years ago

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Looks like, that Salazar´s sign will be the taurus

Linda Goodman - taurus (man)

Logic isn't very helpful when you're trying to solve the riddle of a strong, masculine symbol like the bull, who's ruled by a loving, peaceful planet like Venus. Send that Libra man with his clever mind back to the library.The bull may take a long time deciding if he wants you for his woman. He's not going to execute a flashy swan dive into the pool of romance and discover on the way down that someone forgot to fill it with water. But once he's made up his mind that you're the one, and once he sets his mind on winning you, he'll make the Libra lover look like a fumbler. He'll even put the smitten lion and the passionate Scorpio to shame. That sensible, practical, slow, determined Taurus male is capable of sending you one pink rose each day until you surrender to his proposal-of marriage-or whatever. He can even write a poetic song or verse, and bashfully mail it to you without signing it, knowing you'll guess the sender. Taurus can be a tender, gentle and protective lover. His sensual nature will make him vulnerable to your exotic perfume, the smoothness of your skin and softness of your hair. He may not say so in flowery language to your face, but he will find a way to convey the message. The Taurus sense of touch is a tangible thing...

This negative, fixed earth sign is full of contradictions in love. A Taurean will like to see you dress in luxurious furs and rich colors. He may buy you a fragrant bunch of fresh, spring violets for your furs from the little old lady on the corner, and leave a large tip in her basket because she reminds him of his mother. (You, however, will definitely not remind him of either his mother or his sister -except when it comes to protecting you from the rude glances of other bulls who try to move in.) Music will stir his emotions and put him in the mood for love. He's almost sure to have a favorite song that reminds him of you each time he hears it. It's the one he keeps playing on the juke box.If you need more proof of the romance in his soul, the typical Taurus man will helpyou build your hope chest with birthday gifts of china and silver, and at Christmas he'll remind you of Santa himself when he comes calling, loaded down with mysterious packages and sentimental trinkets. He'll suggest moonlight swims, picnics in cool, secluded woods, and walks down country lanes under the stars. His will be the largest, fanciest, most eloquent Valentine the postman ever delivered on February 14th. When a Taurus man courts you, he courts you. He doesn't fool around. You'll probably be taken to dine in glamorous restaurants, with soft lights and violins, and he'll never forget the date you first met or any other intimate anni-versary between you. For the love of buttercups, how much romance do you need?It's perfectly true that the bull isn't a wild dreamer like the Aquarian male. Taurus will never sweep you off your feet like a Leo, or promise to take you floating away to live with him in a fairy castle, drifting on pink clouds forever and a day, like an Aries. He's more likely to drop by on foot some Saturday night, with the architect's blueprints for the house he plans to build for you, out of real lumber and with real cash. He'll probably make the down payment on the property, or at the very least, on the apart" ment lease, before you become engaged. This man means business. When the bull lifts you across his threshold and plants you firmly in his substantial home, which won't bear the faintest resemblance to a fairy castle, you can be sure the mortgage is secure at the bank. That's hardly something to complain about. You'll wonder why you ever wanted to be wrapped in those pink clouds, once you've been warmly and snugly enfolded in the soft Taurean blanket of security. You'll be too busy enjoying your new furniture and checking account (or the certainty that they're just around the corner) to weep for misty dreams that probably wouldn't have come true anyway. That is, if you're a female who appreciates solid value. Not every woman does, more's the pity. But sensible girls, from eighteen to eighty, value the peaceful, easygoing ways of the bull and his calm, stable nature. His sentimental gestures and pleasantly earthy wooing can be just as satisfying as the soulful, poetic sighs of more colorful lovers, or the dashing excitement of the flashier Don Juans, quite often even more so. Ask any woman who's been sensible enough to get herself good and loved by a strong Taurean. There are lots of contented cows and happy heifers around.A Taurus man plans for tomorrow carefully. As the squirrel stores his nuts when they're plentiful in the summer, to provide security for the cold, barren winter-the temporary pleasures of a bright afternoon will never distract Taurus from preparing for the days when the slush piles up at the curb. It's a funny thing, but the hus-^ bands who are financially able to take or send their wives to Florida in January are often born in May.Naturally, there are drawbacks to a romantic escapade with a Taurus male-all is not peaches and perfection. For one thing, youll have to brush up on your ladylike behavior. No Taurus man is going to put up with a loud, masculine female who cracks a whip like an animal trainer. If you have any forceful opinions, don't shove them down his throat or brag about your brainpower in public. Privately, he respects a female with intelligence (though he places a higher premium on plain common sense), but you'd just better let him be the bright one of the team when you're outtogether dancing cheek to cheek-even if you're just sitting in a restaurant, knee to knee. Make like the emancipated woman in front of his friends and he'll have one of two reactions. If he's a primitive Taurean (and you'd be surprised how many of those there are), he's likely to give you a shove and a shaking, maybe even a good smack in the right place when you gethome-or worse, before you get home. If he's a more sophisticated type, he'll simply clam up on you in front of everyone and sit there like a large chunk of cold stone, refusing to speak a word the rest of the night, until you're so embarrassed you wish the floor would swallow you. Your friends will be most uncomfortable, too. It can really dampen an evening, not to mention cramp your style.Your first impulse will be to try to undo the damage, but trying to jolly him out of his stubborn mood before it's run its course is literally impossible. It's like trying to move the Rock of Gibraltar. As a matter of fact, if you attempt to tease him back into normal social behavior, you may wish you had just let him sulk. A hunk of cold stone is infinitely more acceptable than his reaction to your coaxing after you've angered him. Push him too far and he'll turn from a silent sphinx into a bellowing bull, who may very well let loose some mighty earthy language, which will cause your cheeks to flame even pinker. Either that, or he'll say calmly to the group, "Excuse me for breaking up the party, but I have to drag this woman with the tent flap mouth home and teach her a few lessons." You'll hide from everyone you know for weeks afterwards. And all because, when he's holding the group spellbound with his summary of the political scene, you interrupt him with a remark like, "Oh> honey, don't be so naive. Everyone knows Utterbach takes bribes. With his record he couldn't get elected chairman of the Boy Scout cookie sale, let alone Congressman. You don't know what you're talking about," at which point he'll dig in those heels, fold his arms across that beefy chest, and begin to pout-or clobber you- whichever. If you see him reach for his coat, you might as well put on yours, too. A Taurus man will seldom leave his woman alone with the wolves, unprotected, no matter how angry she's made him. He'll take her along, by the hair, if necessary. So don't get any ideas of staying behind to get sympathy from the others. When he leaves, you leave. And I would strongly advise you to apologize before you get home. He won't. Running to Mama's arms won't do any good. You share his bed and board, as long as he pays the rent. Mother-in-law interference is about the last thing the typical bull will stand for. The first time you try that "running home to Mother" routine will probably be the last. After they once experience his fury, your parents wll prefer to keep the door locked and let you handle your own problems.I know a Taurus man with an aggressive wife who found aunique solution. He simply refuses to go out with her in piblic. Her irresistible force met an immovable object- tm. She can go out and rob other men of their mas-cilinity all she wants, not Taurus, the bull. He's very fond o: his positive mate, and they have rather a nice team gong in many ways; they respect each other tremendously -but until she learns to submit, keep her mouth closed, aid let him be the man, she's forced to go to parties, roetings and the theater without an escort. This particular Tiurean has refused to accompany her ever since the time tby joined several other couples fordinner at a fancy pice. His wife grabbed the menu from him and ordered fa- the whole group. She made unflattering remarks about hi haircut and his tie during the first course, and supplied tb punch line to three of his jokes during the entree. IS)w she goes to social functions alone, while her Taurus nate refuses to budge from his castle. You can't really bkme the bull. He's just being true to his Sun sign. It's sfll a solid marriage, but you may not be so lucky. So An't tempt your Taurean by shoving him around.He's extremely patient, but he won't wear a ring in his n'se. He doesn't necessarily want a clinging vine, either. H's too practical, and he likes his freedom too much to eijoy a female who sticks to him like rubber cement and cies at the drop of a hanky. He doesn't mind a woman wth some fire and spunk. It intrigues him and balances hs own steadier maturity. With a smile of detached amuse-nsnt, he'll watch her cheerfully scampering around in tpical feminine fashion, as one would watch a beloved, petty kitten playing with a brightly colored ball of yam. Jst so kitty knows when the bull gives a strong tug on tb yarn, it's time to stop the fun and games and listen to tb voice of her master. No one can be kinder, more gentle aid truly tolerant than a Taurus man, when his mas-clinity is secure. He'll do anything in the world for the w>man he loves except allow her to wear the pants. Tiurus may sometimes behave like a clumsy circus bear, aid his humor is often rough and ridiculous. But he will nThe bull enjoys shopping around and he'll seldom rush pill mell into a serious courtship. The puzzled girl he's been taking to the movies every Saturday night for a year may wonder if he's ever going to catch fire. It takes time for him to work up enough steam in the boiler to get the engine going at full speed, but once he's set his sights on a particular female, he can't be sidetracked. He may even forget to be sensible and cautious. The typical Taurus man is blind to any warnings of incompatibility when he's been pierced by Cupid's arrow. The more his friends point out possible stumbling blocks, the more obstinate he gets, and you know how obstinate that can be. Consequently, the Taurean frequently makes the mistake of getting tangled up with fire and air signs, when he's better off with earth and water, in most cases. Sometimes, it works out beneficially. Opposites can attract, and stay attracted. But when it doesn't, Taurus will take a long time to get over the scars of a divorce before he's ready to settle down again with a wife who more closely matches his own disposition and outlook.The financial picture with a Taurus man is usually excellent. Paint it pink and rosy. Few Taureans will fail to accumulate at least security, if not wealth. Some of them play the game of Monopoly with real money. And they win. Both real estate and cash are easily conquered by the bull.He probably loves the country, football, fishing and camping. If none of these, he likes flowers, gardening or long walks. He prefers to read books about the dashing heroes of olden days or the biographies of empire builders, rather than sophisticated fiction or deep philosophy. Most Taurus males subscribe to several men's magazines, some earthy and practical, others featuring glossy pages of femininepulchritude.He's the ultimate in a man's man, so don't ever serve him those dainty tea sandwiches with the crusts sliced off. He likes good, old-fashioned home cooking, with. plenty of potatoes and gravy, and apple pie like Mom used to make. Get yourself a good cookbook. He'll also be willing to take you out to dine frequently. Typical Taureans don't expect their wives to be kitchen slaves. (But he may mess up your pots and pans when he plays Sunday chef and expects you to play bus boy.)As a parent, he's a perfect delight. He'll think it's important to have a son to carry on the family name, but hell love the little girls with special tenderness. Taurus men make loving, affectionate, warm and sympathetic fathers. He'll set high standards for the children and expect them to respect property and possessions. The Taurean dad is patient. He won't mind if the children learn their lessons slowly, so long as they get them correctly. His attitude is that young minds should be trained gradually toward maturity. You may find that he puts too much emphasis on material matters and showers them with expensive gifts that spoil them. But he'll also shower them with his time and devotion, and the firm hand of discipline will be there when it's needed. In general, life with father, if he was born in May, can be a warm experience, overflowing with love-except for those rare occasions when the bull charges in blind, furious anger, and the whole family has to hide behind the piano.The typical Taurean husband is generous to a fault with his wife. He won't deny you nice clothes, perfume and baubles; attractive but practical furniture and a full pan-try. The bull seldom skimps on furnishings, clothing or food. Still, money won't bum any noticeable holes in his pockets (unless there are impulsive financial aspects in his natal chart). He loves luxury, but he's just as enamoured with value, and he'll make sure his cash buys more than a salesman's hot air.This man will work hard and need lots of rest. See that he gets it, because he can be quite a grumpy grouch when he's tired and out of sorts. Don't ever nag him or accuse him of being lazy. That's like waving a red flag in his face. He lives life at his own leisurely pace, and he won't be rushed or pushed. His speedometer is set at one speed-deliberate. Attempts to make him spin merrily through a continual round of whirlwind social activity are doomed to failure. He will enjoy entertaining in his own home, but he'll prefer a few people of compatible interests to large crowds. Invite old friends, or those who have serious goals and ambitions, and he'll behave pleasantly and hospitably. If you insist on cluttering his castle with emptyheaded, frivolous Go-Go types, he may just disappear from the scene-sometimes permanently.Buy him one of those papa bear chairs that stretches out into a reclining position. No loud noises, blaring radios and TV sets, chaos and scattered toys, please. Keep your home full of music, beauty and peace. Remember that the trousers fit him better than they do you. Be his woman, and you couldn't ask for a better man. No one else will ever treat you with such gracious consideration. He really deserves to be respected for it. Taurus love is simple, plain and honest. His affectionate natureand flattering attention will make you sure you are loved, in spite of all your little faults and failings that other men would constantly criticize. Taurus gives enduring loyalty and devotion, with a faithful heart. That adds up to emotional security. Com-bined with financial security and romance, there's little else to ask for. So all right, he's stubborn, but remember that stubbornness turned upside down is patience, and that's a rare virtue.

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herocatte · 7 years ago

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Send me ‘I want the K’ in the inbox and I’ll generate a number

32: Wedding Kiss (let the ship sail)

Read more for length and fluff if you don’t wanna see it.

O’raha had been plenty nervous of this day long coming. The long-awaited peace had been ongoing for months, and the substitute warrior of light had popped the question that had been on his mind since the night of the Sultana’s banquet those years ago. The one person he would want to spend the rest of his life with.

After going to Ishgard, Ala Mihgo, and even as far as Doma alongside the woman who would save them all.

“Kheda, I would be honored if you were to bond eternally with me…”

The true warrior of light had received many, many proposals from various kinds of people, all whom which were turned down quite promptly. She was flattered, but didn’t want to have a partner that couldn’t handle the pressure of being Warrior of Light’s chosen love. They would be targeted, and Kheda would be stressed out as the end result over their safety. Lucky for O’raha, he was able to prove himself early to his fellow miqo’te and rose to the challenge time and time again to fight by her side as an equal.

So, why not ask the one question until recently? He had asked himself this question himself as his brother adjusted his tie.

“Getting nervous?” the older cat asked his younger sibling. He knew his twin well, and O’raha was no stranger to displaying his emotions.

“Y-yeah. I mean, what if I’m not good enough? What if I fail her—”

“That’s enough of that. Kheda accepted your proposal on terms you both would go into anything together. Not like you haven’t done it already.” he commented to himself, stepping back. The new couple had opted for less traditional colors, and went more for an earthy, natural feel.

The monk tugged gently on his collar. Did he really have to wear this…this suit? It fit him just fine, but the clothing was constricting, something the miqo’te despised more than anything. His twin grinned, slapping him gently on the back.“You can’t keep her waiting. Now get out there, or I will.” he joked, his ears flickering happily. O’raha frowned, walking past the other, giving him a firm bump with his shoulder.

“She’d know the difference, D’es.” he remarked blandly, reaching for the door’s handle. Once he went out there, he’d see her. The love of his life. What if she backed out for whatever reason? What if With a deep sigh, he opened the door and went into the hall, following by his brother. The sight before him, it was one to behold.

She took his breath away. He hadn’t seen the dress beforehand, so it was more of a surprise than anything. He rarely saw Kheda wearing such fashion, but each time he was blown away. her hair had grown out longer, intricately tied back with with small silver bands, the extra bangs still hiding her face from him. Her gown was a similar green to his suit, but in a slightly lighter shade.

“He’s alllll yers, my lady.” D’esmon chuckled, leaving the pair behind and finding his own seat in the hall. O’raha glanced back and forth nervously, as she turned to look at him.

“Nervous?” she asked gently, a reassuring smile on her face. The sand cat jumped slightly at her words, before scrambling to reply.“Nervous? Heroes don’t get nervous.” he answered quickly, gesturing to himself. He could hear a soft chuckle coming from his bride to be, as this was something she detected about his already. Smooth. real smooth. The seeker flinched as the doors opened.

He was ready.

They walked together, one step at a time down the aisle. O’raha kept his guard up still, as anyone could try to attack them. He didn’t need a weapon on him, he was deadly enough without them after all the years of training he got from Kheda.

Despite his guard, he couldn’t help but smile. So many people had turned out to see their ceremony and he was in awe. Did he really know this many people? Did they know this many people together? He saw many familiar faces here, from his fellow monks to members of his party that helped take down foe after foe.

“Please turn and face one another.” He heard the instructions loud and clear as he turned slowly to Kheda, looking down to meet her gaze. She had looked up to him, her hands resting gently in his. He should be nervous, right? He could feel his anxiety fading away as having Kheda this close to him started to feel more natural.

The pastor droned on, talking about various things like life challenge, and being together no matter what happens in Eorzea. Had he known what these two had been through, he might’ve had something different to say. As O’raha was handed a small ring, he was instructed carefully on his next set of actions.

“And with this, I bond with you.” the seeker started, slowly placing the ring on her finger. The same happened for him, as he felt a similar band placed on his left hand. He gently clenched his fist, the accessory feeling just right between his knuckles.

This was real. It was happening. This was no dream.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” the words were ushered in with care, to the unfortunate premature hollers from the back of the hall, courtesy of his brother. There were shushes among the crowd, as a small pink-haired miqo’te nudged him.“Nyat yet.” she hissed to him quietly, trying to make sure her cousin didn’t ruin his sibling’s big day.

“Ahem…you may now kiss the bride.” the pastor spoke, sending a warning look to D’esmon, who sunk in his seat with his ears back. The white mage shook her head, patting the male on the shoulder.

With a short breath, O’raha turned back to Kheda. He offered her a trademark grin he had shown her before, something that felt so natural at this moment.

With swiftness and (surprisingly) grace, the seeker leaned closer. His arms wrapped around her smaller frame gently, yet firmly brought her into his embrace. His height he knew possibly could be an issue, so this was the most appropriate way to handle such a task. He kissed her passionately, to the (now appropriate) cheers and cries from the members in attendance. Not only was it unusual for him to pull off such a stunt, he did it with a calm and collected demeanor, something that surprised most people.

Her arms came around his back as well, as she too wanted to be closer to him. The moment didn’t last too long, as the two soon parted, their hands together. The monk grinned happily as he could finally introduce Kheda as his wife. Things were less complicated that way.

After the two had walked back down the aisle and out of the hall, the doors shut behind them.letting Kheda’s hand go, the seeker let out cheer as he could no longer contain his excitement. He bottled up his energy for the ceremony(sinc ehe had promised to behave during the actual ceremony itself), and now he couldn’t resist what he would do next.

With one swift motion, he scooped the keeper up into his arms, holding her close. Kheda was easy for him to pick up, as he leaned in close to tell her something. “I’ve always wanted to hold you like this.” he confessed to her, his eyes content with meeting hers.

“Why is that?” she asked him, smiling.“Because the one I love, I want them close to me. That way, I can always protect them from harm. You’re no exception, even if you are the warrior of light.” He gently pulled her even closer, giving off the impression of a protective embrace. He shook his bangs out of his face, leaning in close to kiss her once again.

He was still far from being the hero of all Eorzea, but he was Kheda’s hero now.

#gooncatte #fucking jackpot Kheda #this was so amazing to write because I also have been thinking lately #WHAT IF THEY GOT MARRIED #THEY SHOULD GET MARRIED #AAAAA #*implodes*

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itstimeforspring · 8 years ago

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bring me home in a blinding dream

title from ‘castle of glass’ by linkin park. another of those fake dating aus because apparently they’re the source of my life.

She was going to kill Mary Margaret.

It’s one thing being set up on a blind date. Emma had suffered through enough of those; her sister-in-law kindly believes that there’s a soulmate out there for everyone, and the way to find them is through chance encounters. Emma gets plenty of chance encounters. Nothing like being a bail bondswoman to introduce you to a lot of men.

(She had pointed that out to Mary Margaret the day before. Her sister-in-law had frowned, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Yes, you definitely want to spend the rest of your life with a criminal who you caught while wearing four-inch stilettos. No, you’re going out to dinner with a friend of a friend of a friend that I heard was recently single. Tomorrow night. At seven. Be prepared.” She had then kissed Emma on the cheek, pushed her toward the couch, and had left Emma’s apartment without so much as a chipper “bye!”)

It’s quite another thing being stood up on a blind date.

She’d been waiting at the table for an hour, the waiter and the nearby customers starting to look a bit concerned. Two couples leaving had whispered, “He’ll show up, dear, don’t worry,” and she had managed a smile and nod for both of them.

Really, she didn’t care if the mysterious Walsh showed up at all. (That was actually all she knew about him, that his name was Walsh and that he had brown hair.) After a while, she was going to order the crab cakes and probably get a free meal, if not dessert as well, and she’d be fine. Mary Margaret would probably give up on setting Emma up on dates if she knew that her most recent He’s a great guy! You two are really going to hit it off! had turned out to be a complete arse who abandoned nice girls at restaurants.

But again, Emma didn’t care. She had no interest in meeting new guys, or getting into a relationship, or starting a family, or finding her one true love; she was interested in free food. She was just about to signal the sympathetic waiter with the clearly impressive musculature under the white button-down to bring her a menu when she heard, “Oh, I’m so sorry I’m late, love” next to her ear.

She was startled enough that she could accept the kiss the mystery man left on her cheek without punching him. Then he sat down across from her and smiled.

Well, at least he was attractive. Brown hair that approached black, well-trimmed beard, nice suit, and dancing blue eyes that she swore for a moment saw into her soul – then she stopped herself. Her life was not a rom-com.

“Walsh?” she had to ask. Somehow she doubted this was the he has light brown hair, brown eyes, and no beard last time my friend saw him she was waiting for.

“Nope,” the man said under his breath with a disarming grin. “Just go with it.” Before she could kick him where the sun don’t shine and make a run for it, he signaled for the waiter. “I’ll take a water, and the lady would like—”

He motioned for her to speak and she repeated “water” and added “with lemon” without thinking.

The man glanced down at the menu for a second and ordered the crab cakes, which she seconded. The waiter left with a grin to Emma, and the elderly couple nearby fairly beamed.

“I’m Killian Jones,” the man said. “And you are?”

“Emma,” she said. “Why are you here?”

Killian grinned and leaned back in his chair as the waiter set the water before him. After the waiter left, he said, “Every so often I pick out a fancy restaurant and wait on the lovely Evangeline to join me. When she never shows, I get a free dinner. Purely entertainment, love. And why are you here at this no-doubt excellent establishment here this evening?”

“Blind date,” she bit out. “Why did you sit down with me instead of waiting for your imaginary date elsewhere?”

Killian leaned forward and his bangs fell over his forehead a bit more, making him look yet more attractive. His eyes shone and she had to remember her resolution to not let the evening become a soap opera. “Saw you sitting alone, and a quick conversation with a sympathetic couple leaving the establishment let me know that you’ve been waiting for an hour. They wish us the best, by the way.”

“You told them I’d been waiting for you?”

“I told them my horrible boss had kept me an hour late, which is true, and that my phone was dead, which is also true.” He waved an outdated iPhone at her. “I may be a bit of a dashing rapscallion, but I’m an honest man. Except for Evangeline. Strictly fictional, that one.”

Emma rolled her eyes. Then the crab cakes arrived, somewhat more burnt-looking than in the pictures on the menu, but still pretty good. Of course, that could have been because she was absolutely starving. They took a bite in unison.

“So, where do you hail from, Emma?” he asked, dipping his next bite in the lemony sauce.

“New York City, New York,” Emma replied. “You?”

“London, England, United Kingdom. Who were you waiting for?”

Emma sighed. “Walsh. My sister-in-law was trying to set us up. How long have you been waiting for Evangeline?”

“Several years now, love.” Killian’s eyes laughed and her heart jumped.

They talked for an hour and a half without stopping except for more savory bites of the meal. They talked about their jobs and neither had realized that the other job still really existed—Killian said that bounty hunters were altogether too Star Wars-like, and Emma said that harbormasters had become extinct in the 1800s. Emma told him about David and Mary Margaret, and Killian mentioned his brother Liam. Emma realized why they’d been so quickly drawn to each other—they were a lost boy and a lost girl, as one of the social workers had once phrased the situation.

If this were a real date, Emma would have been slightly more excited than terrified about the future. She would have invited him back to her apartment for a drink, and she would have kissed him. He was incredibly hot, after all.

They finished their meals and Emma took another sip of water. She glanced at the dessert menu again. “I still wish we could get that cheesecake,” she mused.

Killian’s eyes suddenly shone a brighter blue. “I have an idea as to how we can still get that free dessert. Probably won’t get us the meal, but the dessert is nearly certain, and wine if we’re lucky.”

“I’m all for that,” Emma said, not even trying to hide her smile.

Killian reached into his shirt and pulled out a chain, upon which sat a silver ring. He unclasped the necklace and pulled the ring off, and Emma understood his plan. Suddenly she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or run away.

They both glanced around the room without speaking, making sure there were enough people looking. Killian stood slowly, the ring resting on his palm. Just as their waiter stepped around the corner, the man knelt down before her.

His eyes danced as he held up the ring between his thumb and pointer finger. “Emma, we haven’t known each other very long, but the moment I saw you I knew we were meant to be together. You’re an open book to me even if we don’t know the minutiae about each other, and that’s okay. Would you do me the great honor of marrying me?”

Emma stared down at him for a few seconds in a bit of a panic—he’d known exactly what to say, he’d made it poetic and romantic, it was nearly a real proposal—then remembered the game. She clasped her hands together and let a few tears escape her eyes. “Oh, Killian, yes! A thousand times yes!”

The restaurant applauded. A grin broke out across Killian’s face, and he took her hand to slide the ring on. He stood and pulled her up with him, and he kissed her rapidly, just long enough to feel the smile on his lips and taste the laughter in his breath.

The waiter approached as they were sitting back down and asked for their dessert and wine order on the house. Emma pointed at the picture of the cheesecake and Killian glanced through the wines before ordering white.

As they ate the absolutely delicious cheesecake, random couples approached them. “Let’s count how many ‘congratulations’ we get,” Emma said, leaning across the table right before the first duo got to them.

“Congratulations!”

“Congratulations, you two.”

“Proud of you, son.” This was a well-meaning older couple. “I’m sure you two will be very happy.”

“That was so beautiful! I literally cried! I was looking at you during the meal and I just shipped you two so hard! I’m so glad I got to see you!”

As that young lady left, Killian said under his breath, “I put her at fifteen, you?” He sipped the wine, which was excellent.

“Second that. Was she actually crying?” Emma sighed as she took the last bite of cheesecake. “Only two congratulations so far. These people are rude.” Killian laughed as they got five more ‘congratulations’ over the next ten minutes.

The waiter eventually brought the check, and they reached for it at the same time. “Let me have it,” Emma complained, tugging on the edge of the paper. “It was my table first.”

“No, Emma, my sweetest love, as your newly branded fiancé, I must insist. Let me be gentlemanly.” He removed the check from her grasp deftly and paid elegantly, with a compliment toward the waiter when he returned to take the receipt away.

They exited the restaurant that had, to the manager’s point of view, just changed their lives forever.

Killian laughed once they were out of hearing of the restaurant. “Well, Emma, that was an absolutely lovely evening. I’ve never had so much fun or success waiting for Evangeline as I have had tonight.” His eyes sparkled.

Emma looked down at the ring and twisted it on her finger. It was silver, with a small red gem in the middle. It was worn on the inside and perfectly polished on the outside. Somehow she knew, without having to ask, that it had been his brother’s ring. That was what made her decide. She gathered every last piece of her courage. “Would you like to come back to my apartment for a drink?” she asked in one breath.

Killian glanced at her. His eyes softened as he took her left hand. “I would like that,” he said, pulling her hand up to his mouth to kiss it. His thumb brushed the ring and he didn’t attempt to take it off.

She meant to wait until they were at the apartment before kissing him. The taxi driver got an eyeful. She didn’t care, because Killian was moving his hands up her sides and kissing her and whispering “You’re so beautiful” all at once.

When Mary Margaret checked on her in the morning, she stepped into the apartment to find Emma sitting on her counter with a silver ring on her finger and a shirtless man in front of her flipping pancakes. Killian turned around to look at the intruder and laughed when he saw Mary Margaret’s expression.

She managed to say “You’re—not—” before stepping back against the door.

Emma jumped down off the counter and took Killian’s hand. “Mary Margaret, this is my fiancé, Killian Jones.”

As Mary Margaret sputtered and Emma laughed, Killian kissed her hair and leaned his head against hers. Right then, she knew that the blind date had somehow been a good idea.

#captain swan #ouat #cs ff #ouat ff #my ff #cs au #cs au ff

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