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tetsunabouquet · 2 years ago

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Kise X FAB Reader: Daughter of Wind

A/N: I wanted to go with FAB instead of female reader from now on, because I just wanted to make it clear that my characters typically being female coded has to do with most of the characters implied to be just straight, and I wanted to make to make it clear to gender neutral readers of the female gender that I don’t give a crap about gender roles, but then I figured I’d ended up excluding trans girls so scratch that. Being a female at birth still holds true for this storyline though.

Anyways, ever heard of the real ending of The Little Mermaid? Basically, she doesn't gets the prince, desolves into seafoam but because of her selfless character she is awarded to become a Daughter of Air, and earn a soul of her own. Depending on how you interpret that saying, she either goes straight to heaven which not having had a soul left her unable to do or she becomes human and goes to heaven after living her life out.

I'm going for the latter interpretation of this ending.

Once upon a time, you were a mermaid princess, the youngest of your sisters. You had lived in a beautiful palace beneath the sea, with the joys of your magical underwater garden. Yet, you were too curious and the world you were born in couldn't contain you. You wanted to know what mountains looked like, the ones you heard from legends. You wanted to see what kind of grass grew on land, what that felt like. Then came the pain of unrequited love. You had loved your prince dearly, but he had his heart devoted to the princess that cured him back to health. It shattered you to pieces, but you sisters were there to give you a knife, saying taking his life and sprinkling his blood on your legs would turn you back. Not that you could. You couldn't blame him, or destroy his happiness for simply being in love with someone else. That's not the kind of thing you can control. Your self-sacrifice had made you worthy of becoming a Daughter of Air and Wind, being granted the ability to actually work to become human by serving them as wind and breeze for 300 years. Which is what brought you to Kaijo, present day, having recently finished your duty at last. You had known him for years now and had watched him grow from a little boy into an adolescent of your own age.

He was five years old when you first met him. You actually got one year off every time you secretly entered someone's home and found a good child. Kise had been your golden goose that day, the way he allowed his sisters to dress him up like a doll with no complaints, and smiled so sweetly to his parents removed one year. You were already so close to your retirement, that you were slightly getting impatient. After almost 190 years, your examplary work was close to paying off. You took in the boy's adorable and rare features. 'Those golden eyes of his are certainly impressive.' You smiled, and were intending to leave for the day and return to your job when you felt those golden eyes on you, as if Kise could see you. He didn't, but it seemed like he could sense you. 'He must be one of those that can sense magic. Seems he's got some great instincts too.' You smiled broadly at the kid, one more time, before leaving.

You stayed in Japan. With your days of servitude drawing to a close, you decided to stay in Japan and get acquainted with its modern day culture so you actually could intergrate in their human society by the time your work was finished. Perhaps it was because of that, or perhaps it was loneliness, which made you visit the Kise household over and over again. The boy's ability to sense you made you feel like you had some sort of companion in the kid, at least and he was fun to watch. His sisters reminded you of your own, and you watched them occasionally with nostalgic tears in your eyes. A mermaid's lifespan was about 300 years, and with all the hard work you put in, they still had a little more then a century left. Just like your human life. The idea you could still see them, one day, after so long, was a heartache you couldn't forget. The parents were such wonderful, loving people too. Both so incredibly patient with their vivacious children. You loved how the Kise patriarch was part of the neighborhood watch, and would patrol around the area to ensure its safety and help out the occasional animal in need of rescue. He was such a good, responsible father. The Kise matriarch was a complete sweetheart. You had no other way to describe the good hearted woman. Gentle but friendly, she had the perfect welcoming air of a mother. They were such a happy, lucky family. They were enviable indeed.

By the time your service was finished, you stuck by the only thing you knew. The Kise household. There was a young witch living not too far from them, and you convinced her to be roommates. Hina was a noisy, chronically bored early twenty-something who had nothing better to do but to stick her nose in your business in between her work time. Some of it, you appreciated, because she actually wanted to help you track down your sisters. The rest, not so much. Her job was performing magic for the rich, enchanting or summoning anything they desired, in exchange for some good cash. Her customers came and went regardless of the hour. and it could be a rather scandalous place from time to time. But with her magic, she easily forged documents making you her younger sister and her your legal guardian. If you weren't too busy being annoyed with her, she impressed you. With her help, you enrolled Kaijo, knowing Kise was joining that year too. Hina was also responsible for your current situation of the day, obviously, because Hina wouldn't be herself if she didn't thought of being a matchmaker. Which is why, every time, Ryota entered the same room as you, something nearby you would explode. Hina had some very bizarre ideas to get his attention, and some were slightly dangerous indeed. 'It seems all witches have a habit of nearly killing me.' You thought to yourself as this time, someone's bag next to you exploded, the pages from their textbook spilling all over you. 'I curse that witch-bitch!' You thought to yourself as you pulled a half-shredded page from your face, seeing Ryota right in front of you. His golden eyes were staring at you with amusement, and you stiffled a groan. 'Great, now I've been humiliated in front of him.' "Seems things are exploding around you lately, huh?" "Well, yeah. It seems I'm attracting the freak accidents today." You smiled awkwardly, trying not to feel like you were dying at the fact he was acknowledging your existence. He paused to study you, "you really certain we haven't met before?" "For the hundredth time Kise-san, I have nevet met you before. " You said defensively, before hurrying afterwards, frightened you scared him off, "Though it's somewhat of a pity. You seem like an interesting boy." Ryota snorted as a response. "Most girls compliment my looks rather then my personality." "Well, those are impressive too. But there's more to you, isn't there?" You asked whilst looking into his golden eyes. 'God. could I sound any more cliché?!' He chuckled and winked before he walked to sit with Shiki Sousuke, who he'd been becoming close friends with since the start of school year. You inwardly swooned. 'Why is he so god damn charming?'

You were walking down the hallway to go the school library to study for the upcoming classical Japanese literature test. As you turnt around the corner, walking into the large book filled room, you heard someone shouting your name before hearing a loud bang. Just in time, you were pushed down the ground as a bookcase exploded next to you. Ryota pinned you safely to the ground, shielding you from the damage of the blast. Paper snippets were stuck in his hair, but he appeared uninjured. Relief washed over you, and you cursed Hina once more. "I think it's about time you tell me why things are exploding around you, l/n." You bit your lip at his inquisitive gaze. "Perhaps its unforeseen forces trying to bring us together?" You 'joked' lightly. "Or maybe the universe is trying to tell me you're more then just an ordinary girl." Ryota speculated, making you freeze under his grasp. As people gathered around you, he helped you up. You timidly stood next to him, wondering what he was going to do or say. He escorted you to the table, and you could see the fangirls in the library glare at you from a distance, making you sweatdrop. As he made you sat down, he sat next to you. "Tell me, do you have magic powers?" Ryota asked, his eyes shining with a childlike curiosity you had seen a million times, but you had never gone bored off. Especially now he was actually a handsome young man of your age, with abbs and an adonis-like face that would make the prince pale in comparison. "Not anymore. It's someone else who's put me under a magical prank of sorts at the moment." You confessed softly, watching his eyes widen. "So...You lost your powers?" Ryota whispered. "Not really. I worked to become human. I didn't like being magical all that much." "EH?!" Ryota yelped, and you shot him a murderous look. "Keep it down!" You hissed. "Sorry. It's just, that's pretty unusual. Most of us humans want to be magical." Ryota explained quietly, and you shrugged in response. "Everyone wants to be what they cannot be. As a model, you certainly know that, don't you?" He fell silent at that, for a while, but a chatterbox like Ryota wouldn't be shut up with any words forever. "And then you said I was the interesting one. Your story certainly is more impressive and intriguing then mine, y/ncchi!" 'Y/ncchi...' "That's the first time you ever called me that." "Well, considering the magical world seems to have intentions of matchmaking us, I would be an idiot to turn down a beauty literally out of this world. Or was all your pathetic flirting for the past few months the way you socialize wherever you come from?" He teased, and you couldn't help but playfully whack him across the head. "I do like you. " You said, grinning. "You're surprisingly more perceptive then the prince too." "Wait, what prince?!" Ryota asked as you stood up, not wanting to forget to actually study. "Y/ncchi?!" You giggled, feeling as if happiness was tickling the insides of your cheeks as they pulled up in a stupid grin. As you walked back to his table, books stuffed under your arms, he looked at you with teary eyes. "I thought you were leaving me!" "Sorry Mr Drama King. I do have to study. Especially if you want me to have time for a date. I mean, we are dating right now, right?" "Of course! I want to take you out this Saturday, actually!" Not bothering to whisper that part, all of the fangirls slowly gathered at the back of the library to sob their eyes out. But you didn't notice, nor did you care. Because for the first time, you actually had feelings for a boy who wasn't in love with someone else, who actually wanted to try things out with you and saw what you were worth. And it felt good. Ryota heard your voice across the winds when no one else could and he saw you so clearly now, it was the best feeling in the world.

#kise #ryota kise #knb #kise ryota x reader #hans christian andersen #the little mermaid #daughters of air #mermaids #humans #fairy tale #kuroko's basketball #magic #fairy tale prince #family #kise family #magical matchmaking #the wind #knb x you

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exhaustedpirate · 5 months ago

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his greatest trick

a silly tiktok showed up in my fyp and a CS fic was born, isn't that usually how it goes? so enjoy a little merlin matchmaking fic beta'd by the brilliant @belovedcreation

rated G | 3303 words

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Killian Jones was new to Storybrooke High School and Merlin was concerned.

He had recently moved from England to live with his brother. The town of Storybrooke had warmly welcomed Liam Jones a few months back, as he found a place by the docks, a job at the sheriff’s department and began to make friends and connections. They would do the same for his younger brother, that was the way of the small town.

Miss Mills spoke of Killian’s quiet intelligence in Science, Miss Bell spoke of his quiet excitement for Arts and Mr. Dakkar spoke of his quiet concentration in History. Emphasis on quiet.

“He knows the answer, I can see it in his eyes, but he doesn’t raise his hand,” Regina would complain. “I really don’t want to fail him for poor class participation.”

“You should see the way his hands just fly off the paper during a project,” Tina would dreamily recount, her eyes bright and smile ever-present. “And I can see where he’s taking this project, can see the final lines but,” Then she would sigh and her smile would drop, her eyes sad. “he never hands it in. I can’t grade him on something I don’t have.”

“I feel for those boys, Merlin,” Nemo would tell him, with compassionate eyes on the window outside. “Liam has been doing such a great job in making a life for himself and taking care of his brother on top of that. Killian is such a bright soul, you can tell he wants to learn, wants to do more but he’s afraid.” Nemo’s sigh was weary and sad, his desire to help the young boy clear in his eyes. “How is he in your class?”

More of the same, if Merlin was honest. He could tell Killian loved to read, had already read most of the books they talked about, but seemed more than happy to re-read them. Like in Regina’s classes, Merlin could see the desire to answer in his eyes, could see the disappointment in them when someone gave the wrong answer, could see his pride when one of his classmates got the answer right. Killian Jones wanted to learn, he wanted to do more.

When nothing improved a couple of months into the school year, Merlin decided to take matters into his own hands, in any way possible.

Maybe he just needed the right push.

Emma Nolan was Storybrooke’s sweetheart.

Daughter of the beloved sheriff and the esteemed Mayor, everyone knew her and had seen her grow up. She was confident, kind and hardworking. Her name was spoken often in praise in the faculty room, even when she almost blew up the science room in her haste to finish a project.

Maybe…

It would require cunning, cleverness. He would have to develop a foolproof plan. He looked at the seating chart, memorized it, and strategized. He was meticulous. He…

Well… he got rid of a desk.

Thankfully, Leroy didn’t ask many questions. He just grumbled the usual amount when Merlin asked him to help him move the desk to the faculty room - Mr. Hopper would appreciate the extra space for his files.

Now, he just needed the puzzle pieces to fall in their respective places.

As always, Killian entered the room first, his quiet footsteps almost inaudible as Merlin wrote the theme on the board. When he turned, he had sat down on the last table of the middle row, as usual. Most of the others had filled out the seats out front.

A minute before the bell, Belle French entered the room along with the others and sat along on one of the few free desks. Merlin had wondered if the clever book lover would have been a better match for Killian but he knew that what he needed was extrovertedness. However…

Predictably, Emma and Ruby Lucas were the last to arrive. Laughing and chatting as usual, they stopped when they noticed the lack of a free desk where they could sit together.

“Mr. Emrys, what happened to the desk that was here?” Emma asked with a frown.

“Yeah, where are we supposed to sit?” Ruby followed.

Fighting back a victorious grin, Merlin turned to them. “Oh, I’m afraid the desk got broken,” He saw Emma’s eyebrow rise as she looked at him and he wondered if she, somehow, knew. “But there are still available seats.”

Merlin looked around, as if he hadn’t memorized where everyone was known to sit. He first pointed to where Belle sat alone. “Ruby, you can sit with Belle, and Emma,” He then pointed to where Killian was decidedly avoiding eye contact. “you can sit with Killian.”

Maybe it’s not exactly responsible or ethical but he gives his students a written assignment, mainly so he can sit behind his desk and covertly observe his genius plan in action. He watches as Killian’s eyes glance over to Emma every now and then, and how hers find him in turn. Surprisingly, he notices how Ruby’s chair is slightly but determinedly turned to face Belle. Did he…?

---

It’s not instant, of course.

But Killian begins to raise his hand in class and Merlin sees the way Emma smiles encouragingly. Killian’s gaze stops being permanently glued to his desk. He starts answering questions and there is a distinct British murmur mixing with the other familiar voices.

“He actually answered a question today,” Regina reported back a month later. “And it was correct!”

“He’s handed out his projects every class this past month,” Tina exclaimed excitedly. “Mark my words, Merlin, he’ll be an artist.”

“He’s been sitting next to Miss Swan in classes,” Nemo astutely informs him. “He’s been more talkative and even her grades have improved. Do you have any clue as to what happened?”

Merlin sips his coffee, giving himself time to hide his self-congratulatory smile. “I think Killian found the right motivation, I’m glad to see he’s improved.”

But he should know that Nemo would be impossible to illude; that man had a way to see into one’s soul. Although, he didn’t confront or chastise him. Nemo simply smiled and nodded.

Merlin watched as Killian became more participative in class and as he became more confident. He often saw them sitting together at lunch, accompanied by Ruby and eventually Belle. He was told that they also sat together in other classes and that his participation improved.

Sometimes, he would run into Liam and he would hear the pride in his voice when he spoke of how his brother was becoming more himself. How, after years of living in foster care due to the courts’ mistaken assessment of Liam’s capacity to care for him, he was turning into the man Liam had hoped he would become. He wondered if Emma had done some magic spell on the young Jones or if she had simply given Killian the opportunity to become who he was always meant to become.

Merlin had become a teacher to help improve people’s lives. He was convinced it all started with something small, the flap of a butterfly’s wing. This was the proof he had been looking for.

Graduation arrived faster than he had expected and he sat with the other teachers as his students crossed the stage to get their diplomas. He was known to tear up every time the black caps filled the sky. But who could blame him?

He got lost in the sea of students and parents as everyone congratulated one another, made plans for the summer and after. He watched as Miss Bell squeaked in happiness at Miss Rose’s ballet scholarship. As Miss Mills looked on with reluctant pride as Mr Whale bragged about his acceptance to Harvard.

And then he caught the moment Mr Dakkar embraced the youngest Jones as Liam looked on with pride. A blur of blonde hair caught his attention as Emma stopped in front of him.

“Guess what?”

His smile was involuntary and indulgent at her bright excitement. “What news do you have for me, Miss Nolan?”

“First of all, you’re not my teacher anymore so just Emma from now on.” He grinned at her sass even as his chest pained at the further realization that he wouldn’t have this blonde tornado in his classes anymore. “Second, and most important, I got accepted to the police academy!”

There was no faking his happiness at this news. He had known almost from the beginning of knowing that she wanted to follow her father’s footsteps on a larger scale. Had mentioned time and again how she wanted to find criminals, not break up bar fights. He remembered the pride rising over the fear in her parent’s eyes when she had first made her wishes known when they met. He wasn’t at all surprised that she had achieved her goal.

“That’s fantastic, Emma! You should be proud!”

Her grin shone brighter if it was even possible, a veritable sun on a cloudy day. “I am! We’re going on a roadtrip to New York over the summer so we can get to know the area and then we’re officially moving there in August.”

“We?” Merlin’s smile was confused. “Are you parents moving too?” He hadn’t heard anything about the sheriff resigning.

“Oh, no.” There was a visible red glow to Emma’s cheeks as she looked away for a moment. “Killian got into college there too, we’re…uh, going to share an apartment.”

Merlin grinned widely and tried to contain his glee. “That’s very smart of you two, saving expenses and keeping something familiar in an unfamiliar world.”

Emma stammered but Merlin pretended not to hear it. “Exactly, that’s what I said!”

��Emma!”

Mary Margaret Nolan’s voice broke their conversation as they turned to where the Mayor stood next to David Nolan and the Joneses. They waved her over with happy smiles.

“Right,” Emma waved back before turning back to him, her expression back to normal. “We’re all going to Granny’s to celebrate but we’ll see you around town this summer, right?”

“Of course!”

“See you, Mr. Emrys.”

Merlin watched as Emma joined the group and he waved as they all left together, lost in conversation. From the corner of his eye, he saw Nemo approaching.

“Looks like your plan worked.” He smirked at his friend without turning his head. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Nemo.”

Nemo chuckled with his arms crossed at his chest. “He’s like a new person, Merlin, so confident and expressive. Whatever magic you did, it worked.”

Merlin turned to Nemo and placed a hand on his shoulder. “All he needed was the opportunity, it was all already there.”

Nemo nodded, his eyes shining with pride. “I’m eager to see what will happen next.”

“Me too, me too.”

During the summer, Merlin managed to share a meal with Emma and Killian once before he had to go to England to help a friend of his. He took note of how comfortable they were around each other and how, more often than not, they seemed to be on the same wavelength.

He may have also noticed the way Emma would look at Killian when he spoke, her perpetual smile brightening her face. Or the way Killian turned his body towards Emma when she spoke, nodding his head in agreement. Their future looked bright.

---

8 Years Later

Another year, another graduation.

His tears darkened the fabric of his suit but Merlin didn’t care. He didn’t think he would ever stop getting emotional whenever he clapped as loud as he could for the latest batch of graduates.

The usual wave of congratulations and pride flooded him as he observed the crowd. Parents, family and teachers all together to celebrate their achievements.

“Mr. Emrys!”

He turned at the call of his name to see a tall dark-haired man holding a blonde woman’s hand approaching him. It was almost shameful how long it took him to recognise them - no more gangly limbs and shy countenance, no more ponytails and round face.

“Emma! Killian!” Merlin grinned happily, holding out his arms to accept their greeting hugs. “I’m so glad to see you here!”

“Well,” Emma grinned. “My little brother is graduating, of course I was going to be here!”

“What she’s not telling you is that she was hoping he would fall or trip on stage so she could record it-” Killian was interrupted by a half-hearted smack to his arm by an eye-rolling Emma.

“Whatever, he knows I’m proud of him.”

“And I see you two have grown up,” Merlin gestures towards them, noting their joined hands. “How has New York been treating you?”

“It’s been…” There was no disguising the contented smile on Emma's face. “Great. I made detective.”

“That’s fantastic!”

“Brightest detective in New York City.” The pride in Killian’s face was blinding and Emma’s face grew redder.

“And Killian just made partner!” Her rushed tone didn’t hide the pride in her voice.

It was the younger Jones’ turn to be bashful.

“What sort of firm?” Merlin asked.

“Nautical engineering, it’s really no big deal.” Killian explained as he scratched behind his ear.

“Right, he always says that but you should see the ships they design.”

“Emma…”

Merlin’s cheeks hurt from the wide smile on his face. “I’m very happy to hear that!”

They shared a smile and then what looked like a silent conversation before Killian nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Actually, Mr. Emrys,” Emma started, licking her lips nervously. “We were hoping to ask you something.”

Merlin nodded promptly. “Anything.”

“Well,” Killian cleared his throat and pulled her that little bit closer to him. “There was another reason we are in Storybrooke this summer.”

“We’re getting married.” Emma finished with a smile.

Merlin thought he wouldn’t be surprised. He knew it was bound to happen - had heard from Liam how well his brother was adjusting to New York and how Emma had been a big reason for it, had seen a million pictures of the couple from Mary Margaret to have deduced their closer connection and had seen David sharing a drink with a nervous Killian at Granny’s a few months ago.

He thought he wouldn’t be surprised but the gasp still escaped his lips. “When? Where?”

Emma laughed. “We, hmm, we wanted to give you the invitation personally.” She evaded the questions as Killian took an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to him.

“It’s going to be a small affair,” Killian explained as Merlin opened the envelope and read the thick paper invitation inside. “Just family and close friends.”

“We know it’s in short notice,” Emma was right, the ceremony would be in a couple of days. “but we wanted to invite you in person because, well…”

It wasn’t often he saw Emma Nolan nervous. She had always been confident and sure but he guessed this was different from answering a wrong question in Math class.

“We heard that you officiated your friends’ wedding in England,'' Killian continued and Merlin could feel tears come up in his eyes. “So we were hoping you would officiate ours.”

Their smiles were hopeful and nervous and Merlin knew his answer even before they actually asked. “But me? W-Why?”

The couple shared a smile. “You brought us together, Mr. Emrys.” Killian shrugged.

“What?”

“Maybe that wasn’t your intention,” Emma explained. “But you sat us together. You knew that we would help each other and maybe you didn’t plan for us to move to New York together or get closer but,” She shrugged with a smile. “That’s what happened.”

“And we knew we wanted you to be a part of our special day,” Killian continued. “We probably wouldn’t be here today if not for you.”

“What do you say, Mr. Emrys?”

“I say,” Merlin tried to contain his emotions but really, it had been an emotional day already. “That if I’m going to pronounce you husband and wife, you have to start calling me Merlin.”

An emotional day, indeed. They teared up as they hugged each other. They didn’t give him too much notice but had he made any plans, he would gladly cancel. Luckily, he already had a suit.

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Despite his secondary role in the ceremony, Merlin had the best seat in the place.

From where he stood, he could see every happy face in the crowd - some faces he recognised from town, others, he learned, had traveled from New York to watch their friends get married. He could see the beautiful turquoise decoration on the chairs and corsages. The happy tears in Mary Margaret’s face as she sat in the front row.

Apparently appointed as a tissue assistant, Belle sat next to the Mayor, her gold wedding band shining in the summer sun. Ruby stood to his left side, excited to perform her duties as maid of honor, her matching gold band complimenting her turquoise dress. He had heard from the titular Granny of how Belle and Ruby decided to elope - how they had sequestered herself and Moe French into their car under the guise of a furniture emergency and drove them to the court house. Granny tells him how she should have guessed what they would do by the fact that their children were wearing clothes that didn’t quite suit a trip to the mall.

Liam stood to his left in a matching turquoise tie, with a calm hand at Killian’s shoulder who had none of his brother’s calm. The younger Jones’ leg wouldn’t stop fidgeting and he was sure he had seen him “fix” his tie or hair at least a hundred times.

The ceremony had been set up at the lake near the Nolan’s farm. Aside from the dozen decorated white chairs, the only other piece of decoration was a flower arch happily supplied by “Game of Thorns”. Leo Nolan made his way down the aisle first, a scowl hiding his look of pride as he scattered blue and green petals on the grass. Every flick of his hand earned him a chuckle from his family and boyfriend. The wedding rings, he knew, were safely tucked into Leo’s coat pocket.

It was simple, peaceful, and beautiful. It was them.

From where he stood, Merlin watched as everyone turned to the farmhouse when the music began to play. He heard the gasp from the crowd as Emma made her way to the altar with her father by her side. He watched as Killian’s whole demeanor calmed when he set eyes on his bride and the way Belle had to replenish the tissue supply at Mary Margaret’s tears.

And Emma was a vision.

They had chosen the perfect day - the sun was bright and warm, the breeze from the covered area made the temperature bearable. The short train of the lace dress was stained brown from the walk in the forest but she didn’t seem to care. Her eyes were on Killian as she held her father’s arm with one hand and a turquoise bouquet on the other.

Later, Merlin wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what he had said - had memorized a speech full of meaningful words for the happy couple. All he remembered was the looks of love and pride and pure happiness in front of him. All he remembered was the way the two of them stuttered through their vows, words of devotion, promise and adoration. The way their hands shook as they placed the rings on their lover’s finger. The way they kissed like no one was watching under the loud whoops and clapping from the audience.

His tears weren’t only reserved for graduation day - Merlin wondered how many pictures of the ceremony had his crying face marring the background. The one he chose to frame for his living room wasn’t too bad but his red eyes went unnoticed in the face of such happy smiles.

#carolina writes #matchmaking #high school #merlin does a little magic trick #one shot #but maybe more?#if yall like it #captainswan #cs ff #ouat ff

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