#some Rin x Cu on the side

[neonanyx]

someone pls take away my computer. this is what happens when I get sick and bored- and looking through fan art unattended. it gives me too many ideas that I shouldn’t follow through on due to my many unfinished works.

“Get off you damn feline or I’ll make good on my promise to neuter you!” Cu growled as he pushed the hissing cat off.

“You know you shouldn’t antagonize him,” Rin chuckled from the open doorway of their bedroom, “you know he’s only doing that because you threatened to do just that, to begin with.”  

“I still don’t understand why you keep him,” Cu growled, “he’s such an asshole!”

[joyaphoria]

the five chances you gave him (1)

pairing: suna x f!reader

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part one: the ghost of your laughter

YOU rung him, but the phone went to voicemail—again. maybe you were nagging him too much. suna was a free man, and it was a free country. then again, practice had ended hours ago, and you still sat awake waiting for your boyfriend to get home. 

your eyelids were heavy, but you refused to fall asleep. the food was getting cold—the food you had made. your eyes were dawning on you, and if you had to wait any longer, you were sure to—

the sounds of keys jingling in the front lock had filled the room, bolting you fully awake. suna opened the door and came into view, removing his shoes.

“hey rin!” you yawn, getting up to hug him. he gave you a side hug—partially wrapping one of his arms around your body lazily. “oh, you’re probably tired... do you want to eat before you wash up?”

he shook his head and rubbed his eyes on his way to the bedroom. “nah, i’m gonna wash up and catch some sleep. long day.”

“oh.. okay i guess.” you smile at him. “i’ll see you after.”

just like that, the bedroom door clicks closed, and you’re left alone—again.

yes, again, because it wasn’t the first time. no, it was the thirty-secondth time (cus who’s counting?) that he had come home late and brushed you off.

you couldn’t remember the last time that you had simply sat down with him and actually had a conversation.

your interactions these days were all you—you snuggling into him with absolutely no attempt on his end, you talking and barely getting responses, you sending messages and never getting replies, and the list went on.

but suna never saw an issue. did he really see anything at all though? yea, he didn’t see the problems, but did he even see the good? did he see your efforts—did he see you?

you didn’t know, but you missed him. you missed your rin, the one who would cuddle you whenever he got the chance, and would always talk to you. you missed the man that you had fallen in love with?

“did you have a nice shower?” you giggle, watching as he enters the bedroom in his night attire, his hair still a little damp.

since when did he start getting dressed in the bathroom?

“yeah.” he nods once more, before climbing under the sheet next to you and picking up his phone from the side table.

he sits up against the headboard and scrolls through his socials and you scooch over to wrap your arms around his waist.

he lets you—he doesn’t object, nor does he wrap his arms around you. he just lets you be.

“would it kill you to cuddle me back, rin?” you tease, but he doesn’t seem to take it that way. he looks down at you with disgust laced into his features, shaking his head.

“i’m tired.” he spits, redirecting all of his attention back to his phone. he didn’t understand why you were being so annoying. couldn’t you understand that he didn’t want to be bothered right now?

but you didn’t talk back.

you usually argued back, wether it was a “oh cmon, don’t be such a bitch” or a simple “whatever”

you didn’t even laugh.

you laughed a lot, and that was one of the things that rintarou had fallen in love with. you laughed when you were—obviously—happy, tired, it didn’t matter.

the thing is, you laughed even when you were mad or upset. when suna got a little too careless with his words, when you were on the verge of snapping, or even when you didn’t have the energy to cuss him out.

he glanced down at you, and you were looking off into the distance—something you seemed to be doing more often.

it was something that became more frequent than the sound of your giggling.

the next day, when he came home five hours after practice had finished, you still sat at the table—just as you have been for months, always waiting for him to come home.

“hey rin, how was practice? are you hungry?”

hungry.. was suna hungry? no, he wasn’t; he had eaten out with the team today.

“no, i’m not. i’m gonna head to bed.” he nodded and walked over to the bedroom, but you stayed at the table. were you not gonna follow him?

suna wasn’t stupid. he knew what he was doing. he knew that you weren’t gonna put up with the ghost of his affection for much longer, so why?

because he was tired. he didn’t know what he wanted anymore, wether it was you or not. he didn’t know if he wanted to come home to you anymore, hence the extra hours he spent outside everyday, trying to find something productive to do.

he didn’t want to return your affection anymore, but he didn’t know why. did he not love you anymore?

maybe he would just watch things unfold. he wouldn’t make things worse, he would just observe. it was a win-win, wasn’t it? you didn’t have to watch the man you love walk out the front door that he rarely entered, and he wouldn’t have to fix a relationship that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to be in anymore.

but suna knew that you wouldn’t actually leave. he knew that he was doing all of this for nothing, and that in the end, you would both suffer—because he would be in a relationship he didn’t want to be in, and although you wouldn’t watch the man you love leave, you would soon find out that he had fallen out of love for you.

“are you not gonna wash up, rinny?” you entered the bedroom a few minutes after, watching him get cozy in bed. he shook his head. “are you sure? you seem to be in a bad mood—it will make you feel better.”

he shook his head again, and you frowned. you crawled into bed next to him, wrapping your arm around his hip.

“do you wanna cuddle, rin?” you tilted your head up at him and he once again, shook his head. you would kill to hear his voice right now. just for him to simply communicate with you and tell you what you’re doing wrong. “can we please?”

“maybe next time.”

except suna knew that he wouldn’t cuddle you ‘next time’, and so did you.

physical touch; it was your love language. you both knew this because you took a fun little quiz in your earlier months of dating, and suna had tried his hand at a joke, saying “physical touch, huh? specifically where would you like me to touch you?”

you two had laughed so much that day, that you both had clocked in with really bad cramps.

oh, the things you would do to relive those days.

you giggled and nodded your head against him. “yeah, next time.”

except there was no next time—no next time for cuddling, and no next time for your giggle.

perhaps if suna had known that you wouldn’t laugh again after that interaction, he would’ve payed more attention. he would’ve taken it all in, knowing that it was the last time that he would hear it.

the next morning, you had woken him up with a “good morning, rin. come have breakfast before practice.”

you had offered him a little smile, but you didn’t laugh. you didn’t chuckle, and it made him feel uneasy. this was what he wanted, right?

except he didn’t know that it would cost him this.

[fate-stay-night-writings]

Do You Love Me? Lancer Cu Chulainn x Reader

Yo! How are you doing on this fine day? ^^ Thank you very much for clicking on this fanfic of mine, its the first time i've really written for Cú so i apologize if it seems out of character for him.... but i had fun writing it! And i hope you do like it!

P.S. I had originally planned for this to be only 150 words T^T but i got carried away slightly....Whelp! i like the length of it now so i hope you guys like it ^^ enjoy!

P.S.S A quick translation! Mo sholas geal = My Starlight

Today was the day. The final day you had to ask him about his feelings. You had sent a simple text asking him to meet you in the gardens by the side of the church, now you just had to wait for his arrival. Your phone had buzzed its usual jingle played when you received a text message in reply  saying that he’d be there, so you felt a tad bit relieved that he had got your text and had decided to meet up with you but that didn’t stop time from feeling like it was going by slower then a snail, so you paced along the church’s garden path in the hopes that it would go quicker.

Stopping to admire certain flowers every so often, you paused at the neat rows of white chrysanthemum. You smiled reaching out to touch the silk petals of white, swirling your painted index finger nail gently until white faded turned into the pale yellow of its centre taking in its beauty as you did so. Your mind wondered into a blank oblivion as you hummed a tune from your childhood; when mother would braid your hair while telling you fairy-tales of princesses, dragons and dashing knights in gilded steel armour. Such a simpler time…

You squeaked as familiar warm hands covered your eyes and warm breath hit the shell of your ear sending pleasant chills down your spine.

“Yo!” – He had always been taller then you and used it constantly against you, his chest behind your back and long locks twisted against yours as he gently tipped you back into him – “Guess who?”

You giggled, your hands quickly rising to cover his as you leant more into his warmth, it was always easy to guess who it was after-all he’d been doing this since Secondary School.

“Come on Cu” You said, a soft giggle once more passing from your lips “I know it’s you!”

He Chuckled, removing his hands and retreating a few steps to give you space to turn. It was then when his breathe caught in the back of his throat at how beautiful you looked, properly taking you in then from the quick glance over he’d done before. A pale blue dress that that hugged your sides nicely, off the shoulder sheer cape sleeves draped themselves elegantly down and blended with the equally as elegant double layered skirt. On a closer inspection what he thought to be a plain ombre white blue lace turned out to be lace flowers in various sizes methodically falling from your sleeves and chest until they stopped around your waist,

“…. beautiful”

“Hm? Did you say something Cu?”- You asked coming out of the bubble of trying to straighten out the shear lace layer of your dress

“I might have~” He purred cheekily, a certain glint twinkling in his eyes as he fiddled with the end of his loose braid

You smiled slightly, pausing to take in a deep breathe before turning to face Cu with some confidence.

“Um, I have something to ask you” you manged to stutter out, pressing your pointer fingers together as the breeze fiddled idle with the embroidered hem of your dress

Cu blinked. A perfectly shaped eyebrow was raised in slight confusion as vermilion eyes flickered briefly to the watch on his left wrist taking in the time before meeting your worried (E/C) orbs. A gentle smile crossed his face,

“Ya know we don’t have much time….so we should be quick about this” he began tenderly “but ok Gorgeous, go ahead!”

You gulped as a rosy hue crossed your cheeks; for a moment you couldn’t speak nor could you fully stare into Cu’s eyes. You took a deep breathe as you built up what little confidence you had inside before speaking,

“I’d like to know if you really….um…. love me?”

Cu paused. A small “eh?” escaped his lips as he stared at you. Confusion written so clearly on his face it was like shirou had something stupid (again), it was silent between the two of you as the gears in his head turned, but he started laughing soon after.

“Babe” he began “Darling, we’ve been together for 6 years and we are getting married in 10 minutes”

With a confident stride he swept you up, giggling as you squeaked when being spun around, before setting you down gently. Softly pressing his forehead Cu stared languidly at you, a barely visible smirk tugged at his lips something that he only really did when he was planning on doing something, something he wasn’t meant to,

“I love you...”- he pressed a quick kiss against your lips before pulling back to smugly grin at your flushed face – “…I love you a lot, Mo sholas geal”

“And I love you” You murmured, cheeks still stained with a rose hue “…. But I’m afraid if you keep kissing me, you’ll ruin my lipstick and you know how Rin gets…...”

“I know I know,” He began “But its not my fault you’re so kissable”

You gently slapped his forearm as you snickered. But soon you both fell into a comfortable silence, swaying slightly from side to side as you enjoyed each other’s warmth and love. Cu pulled away from your embrace to look at his watch, eyes widening briefly before looking back at you with a small smile and tugging you into the direction of the inside of the church

“Now! I think we’ve been out here for long enough” He began “What do you say we get this show on the road and get married!”

You smiled warmly, giving his hand a small squeeze as the nervousness and excitement came back full force……what a wonderful set of feelings to have.

[magicjesuscup]

*Reads tags of re blog* you not a fan of gil or shirou?

Nope.

My reasons includes spoilers for Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works, and Fate/Zero, so I stuck it under the thing (if anyone cares to read it).

Gilgamesh

I feel like I could point to any one of his personality traits and say that's why I don't like him, but I thought I'd list some examples anyway.

Irritable

He only seems to like talking to people he finds interesting; most of the time in Fate/Zero you see Gilgamesh with Kirei. This might just be me, but he seemed exasperated while talking to Tokiomi as if conversing with Tokiomi were a chore or beneath him. And I get the impression most people would fall into the category Tokiomi was in.

No sense of Duty

When caster Gilles turned into a giant tentacle monster in the middle of the lake, Gilgamesh had zero interest in helping to protect Fuyuki or its citizens. Even at his master's request, he does less than the bare minimum of what could be considered helping. I’d be super disappointed if I summoned a heroic spirit and he decided to just watch.

Selfish

He wants Artoria, but she's not a person to Gilgamesh; she's an object. He finds her interesting and decides he wants to own her. He knows she has her own sense of autonomy, but doesn't believe that's as or more important than his own desires. She hates him, but that's not a deterrent because he doesn't care.

Questionable Ethics

When he was watching Kirei indulge himself for the first time (which involved driving a man insane), Gilgamesh wasn't even slightly disturbed; if anything, he seemed a bit bored.

I feel like Gilgamesh is a character you either love or hate, but your reasoning will be the same; "He's a bastard," vs, "He's a glorious bastard." I like a few hot mess characters myself, but they know they're garbage. Honestly, I struggle to find any good traits in Gilgamesh.

Shirou

While I can find some nice things to say about Shirou, I don't like him either; I like him more than Gilgamesh though. Let me throw a disclaimer in here real quick: my critique of Shirou is based on the anime. If Aniplex.exe ever decides to release the visual novel, I might reevaluate how I feel about Shirou.

Fatally Stupid

He insists on continuing to go to school as he always has, but doesn't let Artoria go with him. Instead he promises to use a command seal to summon her if he gets into trouble...And then he fails to do that. Remember when he found himself facing Rider? She had him dangling in a tree by his arm! And that time he decided it would be ok to hang out with Illyasviel (while she was still Heracles's master)? That got him kidnapped. Honestly, I can live with him not being a proper magus and being incapable of powering Artoria so she could fight at her full potential, but I wish he had made up for that by being at least a little smarter or willing to work with/listen to his servant more. This may be my own headcanon, but I think any injury he sustains is a mark against Saber's honor. She is a knight in his service so his survival is her responsibility. Any injury he sustains is, what she may view, as a failing on her part.

Sexist Parading Around as Chivalrous

He doesn't want Saber to fight because she's female. She's a seasoned warrior who's probably spent more time on the battlefield than Shirou's spent on Earth. With the way he insists on her staying on the sidelines, you'd think he wanted to take her place because he's a superior fighter. But, no; I'm not even sure that prior to meeting Artoria he so much as punched somebody. Artoria’s fighting ability aside, she has magic resistant armor and a holy sword. What did Shirou have when he jumped between Saber and Berserker? Jeans and a t-shirt. Dumb luck and (unknowingly) being in possession of Avalon are probably the only reasons he survived the Grail War at all. The reason this gets it's own category is because it's insulting to Saber in a different way than my last point.

Pushes His Ideals/Thoughts on Others

I'm not sure how or why he thought staying in the present would make Artoria happy, but he won't let it go. He has every right to want her to be happy, but the thing he doesn't understand is that he doesn't get to decide what that looks like for her. He figures it out at the very end, so unfortunately we don't get to see how this knowledge would change his interactions with Artoria.

As a bit of a side note, for someone who claims he's in love with her, he doesn't take much of an interest in her past. He may want her to move forward, but everything that she's been through shaped who she is now. Having that context wouldn't hurt. And, to avoid making her uncomfortable, his questions wouldn't even have to be super personal. Something like, "Can you tell me about the round table? There are a couple of designs of what it could've looked like and there's no consensus on how many people it could accommodate. Where there assigned seats?" would've been perfectly fine. I'm sure she could've talked for hours about her code of chivalry or Cavall if he had bothered to ask.

Also, for some reason, Shirou hugging Artoria in the hallway and her telling him to let go is sticking in my mind. Listen. If person A likes something, it doesn't give person B the right to do it, especially if person A says "no" or "stop." Consent is super important.

Fun fact: I don't think I'd mind Shirou so much if he were a side character. But because he's the protagonist, we have to sit through him doing this stuff all the time. It just gets old.

Archer Emiya

My dislike for Shirou is so strong, it even oozes into Archer Emiya a bit. In Unlimited Blade Works, if I were Rin, I would've told Cu Chulainn, "When you go fight Archer, use whatever force you deem necessary to win; I have no use for traitors." I dunno. Instead of deciding on his own to try to get Saber for Rin, I think he should've talked to her about it first. Plus leaving her tied to that chair was dangerously stupid. Maybe he was worried about her interfering with his match with Shirou, but if Shirou's own servant took a seat on the side-lines, I'm sure there would've been a way to convince Rin not to interfere.

If anyone's still reading at this point, I guess it'll come to no surprise that I don't ship Artoria with either Shirou or Gilgamesh (since I did talk a bit about their relationships with her). But, I won't attack anyone who does; my bff ships Artoria with Gilgamesh. I don't get it, but her enjoyment of her ship does not affect my ability to enjoy my ships (Artoria x Bedivere, Artoria x Diarmuid, and Artoria x Guinevere x maybe-Lancelot-sometimes).

[burdensword]

tagged by: @counterforced .

tagging: anyone who desires to do this, feel free to do so!

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What is your OTP for your character?: Okay I will make a confession that GILTURIA is definitely my OTP for high reasons but I won’t get into it much. However I still love to death Shirou / ARCHER X Arturia so much because let me tell you something ---- **inserts a lengthy essay that no one really has time to listen to me brag about why I love these two with Arturia**

What are you willing to write when it comes to shipping? As long as we discuss it personally, I’m willing to develop the relationship. Of course I’m a grand lover of crossover / OC shipping with Arturia as well. @empathcrowned is definitely guilty for adoring Arturia with their muse. ; u ;

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?: No children muses and especially no Morgan or Mordred being involved. Aside from that, anything is fair game.

Are you selective when shipping? In some ways, I suppose I am selective when shipping. But not necessarily because I’m always open to explore anything and I really do love how the muses develop even with the chemistry of their relationship. Though I am somewhat selective in terms of if I’m being pushed into the relationship. This is precisely why I prefer talking it out thoroughly before engaging into the ship before anything else. I definitely don’t ever want to force a ship on anyone and I won’t want anyone to force me into one either. Otherwise neither side have fun nor do the muses.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFW? Uhhhhhhhh ..... when you actually describe the exposure of skin? I personally don’t consider writing a making out scene as being NSFW though anywhere the point of skin being vividly described as well as the gestures to engaging in the intimacy, then yes. I usually prefer tagging with the nsfw tw tag of mine but I do put it under a read more for the mobile users.

Who are the characters that you ship your character with? Oh geez .... so far, there is Gilgamesh, Shirou, ARCHER Emiya, Arthur, Guinevere, Bedivere, Jalter ( w/ Salter ), Iskandar, Robin Hood, Diarmuid, Cu ( blame a doujinshi for this ), Kiritsugu ( .... guilty pleasure ), Rin, Lancelot, etc. ( and a few I would mention ----- )

Does one have to ask to ship with you? I usually recommend to ask just to know if you’re okay with it and we come to a mutual agreement. But I also go with how Arturia herself feels for the character. If she expresses interest, then she’ll speak. Though her route is mostly letting someone else since she’s the type to want other people’s happiness above her own.

How often do you like to ship? If it happens, it happens. If it happens, let’s develop! But I’m open to speak about it if you ever wish to do so. I simply don’t make shipping calls since I like making the communication and interactions with the characters.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less? Look at the above response since it applies to this question as well. Can’t say I’m that thirsty, neither is Arturia but.... if it happens, it happens.

Are you multiship? I am indeed multiship.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom? Arturia X ANYONE THAT MAKES HER HAPPY BECAUSE GOD THIS GIRL, THIS BEAUTIFUL KING, DESERVES ALL THE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD.

Finally, how does one ship with you? IM me, send a random ask, or even interactions. Anything as long as we make some communication about our muses!

[loyalflutist]

I Do [UmiMaki]

A/N: Thanks for sending in your request, Anon! I apologize for getting to it so late, but I suppose it’s better later than never! (I think.) Also, yes, I still take requests. It just takes a little longer to get to them, sob.

The blue-haired female nervously tugged on the end of the black collar as she stared at the full-length mirror. Behind her, Kotori and Hanayo were giving their upmost attention to fixing the standing woman’s tuxedo. A pat here and there, hands sliding over the attire’s materials to smooth it out, every single attention was given. If a single detail is overlooked, that could potentially spell disaster for the archer. Another tug at the end of her collar, Umi gulped and fidgeted.

It finally came. An important part of their life is about to start. Nishikino Maki and Sonoda Umi are going to marry each other. No matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut and persuade herself that it is a dream, reality greeted her with the magnificent truth.

They were in a relationship for a fairly long time, and they still are. Ever since they began their interaction through μ's, they sprouted as close comrades. An idol for an idol, a song writer and a composer, the two constantly worked together in an effort to bring the highest quality of pop music for the group to perform. Eventually, their teamwork grew into friendship.

Just like a seed, it takes some time for the concept of love to bud into a beautiful white flower. It bloomed into a magnificent one after the second-year student persuaded both Maki and her father to keep her in the idol group. Although μ's did not physically last forever as everyone grew up into young adults, they all remained in contact with one another. Umi and Maki stuck close to each other tighter than that of a knot. Maki achieved her dream of becoming a doctor at a young age as Umi finally took over her family’s business.

After their successes were when the archer’s proposal came.

Ah, the red-haired female remembers it as if it were yesterday. Nishikino closed her eyelids as she reminiscence in another dressing room. The redness that colored the older female’s cheeks, the long awkward pauses that came in between her words, the time it took to finally make eye contact with Maki’s violent sclera, the slipping of the ring on her finger… That was one of the many happiest moments she’s had with Umi.

“Oi oi, Maki, you better not be dozing off on us!”

The sharp voice that lashed out startled the bride from her memory land. Eyes snap open, she then shot a glance at Nico Yazawa. She was immediately greeted with a scowl from the older woman by her side.

“Goodness, here you have the greatest idol taking care of your dress, yet you dare sleep on me?”

“Ex-idol, you mean.”

“Shut up, Nozomi!”

Her white gloved hand covering her own mouth, Maki could not hold back her laughter upon hearing Nozomi shoot a correction towards the short female. This earned another scowl from Nico to both party members. The boastful nature of hers can only be combated by the fortune teller’s rather blunt and sly retorts. It’s always been like this since they knew each other in high school.

“Are you nervous, Maki?” Nozomi shifted the conversation after exchanging a few more blows with her girlfriend. “It is a big day for both you and Umi.”

A faint hum came from the doctor’s direction. Then, a look at the full-length mirror showcased the white wedding gown that decorated her entire figure. The reality was staring right back at Maki. An outfit that can only be worn during the special occasion of bonding two individuals together, she was finally in it. One of her arms is raised to reassure that this wasn’t a dream. Fingers curled inward, the red-head felt her palms beginning to feel wet. Her heart pounded against her chest as it dawned upon her. Marriage… So it really was going to happen. It wasn’t to say that she isn’t prepared for it. It’s more like… she was finally going to make it happen with her lovely girlfriend.

Index finger resting on her chin, the older woman from nearby tilted her head to the side with a grin. Since she was in formal dress as a guest, this made her look less sly and more seductive to a stranger… which earned her a smack on the head from the shortest of the three. Another round of laughter came from the bride as Nico began to rant about Nozomi flaunting her sex appeal to Maki, let alone someone who is about to be married in less than an hour.

“I think she’s more than ready, Nozomi.”

A hand was placed on top of Maki’s shoulder. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the source. With a small smile, Umi gently squeezed her soon-to-be wife’s shoulder. Oh, the heat that crept up to the doctor’s cheeks. Nishikino became flustered and slightly lowered her head.

“You idiot,” she murmured in a small voice. “You don’t have to answer for me, you know.”

This resulted in a chuckling archer. Then, the tall female came close to plant a gentle smooch on her head. Face still close to the red hair, she deeply inhaled with closed eyes, eyelids fluttering open with a satisfied exhale.

“You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that.”

Compared to her young teenaged self who believes that holding hands out in the public is shameful, this is a large step in contrast to the woman’s personality. For Maki, on the other hand, it might take a bit more for her to outgrow from her tsundere phase. Then again, it doesn’t seem like Umi minds.

As much as the atmosphere began to fill up with hearts that apparently led to Nico exaggerating with a disgusted expression and Nozomi giggling whole heartedly in the background, the couple broke apart for their next wedding preparation step.

The premise was prepared hours ago before the newlyweds arrived at the scene with Ayase Eli in charge of the presentation. A wedding cake fit for the wealthy was safely delivered to the main table thanks to Kousaka Honoka’s bakery skills and Hoshizora Rin’s driving capability. Kotori and Hanayo decided to rejoin the guests, the two sitting with the audience in anticipation of the outdoor marriage vows coming up real soon. Nozomi and Nico gave their final preparation with Maki before merging into a large number of witnesses, waiting for the greatest moment of two beautiful women’s lives. Friends, colleagues, families, acquaintances, everyone is present. Their chatters in the luscious open garden near the hotel complex accompanied the hype.

Eventually, Umi and Maki were left alone as the final preparations were made. Nico and Nozomi had to hunt after the Sonoda’s and Nishikino’s family members, so the two are currently lingering behind the sealed double doors. A flower in Maki’s hands, she turned to look at her soon-to-be wife. Her violet eyes used this rare occasion to fully examine and observe the archer’s physique without any interruption.

Her firm posture, calm facial features, and warm brown eyes scream that she’s content with the upcoming part of their life. Umi looks ready for the event. Yet… something was off. Isn’t she a little too… stiff?

“Umi.”

The calling of her name perked the woman’s attention. Okay, maybe it caught her off-guard instead since the suited female nearly yelped out loud. Umi turned to look at Maki with raised eyebrows.

“Y-Yes?”

“Are you… nervous?”

Maki didn’t need a verbal answer to know her response. Both of Umi’s hands came together, fingers constantly pressing its tip at each other as she shifted her gaze elsewhere. A bead of sweat began to form on the side of the woman’s head, an audible, but forced, laughter tumbling out of her lips. This caused Maki to blink in succession. What happened to the confidence her girlfriend just had hours ago?

“Umi…” She retracted one of her hands from holding the bouquet and gently placed it upon Sonoda’s. “It’s okay to be nervous. I’m a little nervous myself too.”

Umi’s hands readjusted themselves so they can hold Maki’s in her grasp. Her thumbs ran against the white glove’s surface, eyes eventually trailing themselves to the woman she loves. No one said anything for a brief moment. All that went on between the two were the longing stares. It took a whole minute till the blue-haired girl felt her tense shoulders slump. Maki gave a small smile towards the other upon seeing this notion.

“It’s okay. We got each other.”

“Yeah…”

“Alright…. STOP!”

Nico popped up in between the two couple and had her arms crossed in an x-shape, a displeased expression scrawled all over her face. The hyperactive ex-idol shifted her gaze from Umi to Maki to Umi again before she returned back to her original posture.

“You both can flirt all you want AFTER the wedding. If I catch you guys doing this one more time, I swear I’m going to puke from the lovey-dovey atmosphere.”

“It’s just Nico’s way of saying that the wedding is about to start,” Nozomi had to clip in, preventing any form of misunderstanding from the short woman’s warning. True to her words, now that they’ve gathered the required members to walk out with the soon-to-be married women, this is the perfect opportunity to go out there and start.

One last squeeze to Maki’s hand was made before they went back to their original position. As nerve-wracking as this is, with each other, there’s nothing that could stand in their way. And so the wedding began.

Music cued by the Russian female slowly filled the air with dignity and formality. Each step the pair took almost felt so surreal, feeling as if they were getting closer and closer to the dream world than reality. Of course, it’s not imaginary at all. It’s hard to deny the budding sensation blooming within their chest of the reality that they’re about to face, and it’s a reality they’re excited about. Once they stood in front of the old minister, the background music died down and complete attention is directed to the females.

Book at hand, the frail, but gentle man cracked it open to the pages befitting for the ceremony. He quietly cleared his throat.

“Now is a time for a wedding.”

The minister glanced at the crowd before reciting for the ceremony.

“Friends, Sonoda Umi and Nishikino Maki, have invited us here today to share in the celebration of their wedding.

We come together, not to mark the start of a relationship but to recognize a bond that already exists. This marriage is one expression of the many varieties of love. Love is one, though its expressions are infinite.

It is fitting to speak briefly about love. We live in a world of joy and fear and search for meaning and strength in the seeming disorder. We discover the truest guideline to our quest when we realize love in all its magnitudes. Love is the eternal force of life. Love is the force that allows us to face fear and uncertainty with courage. But, you must “be of love a little more careful than of anything.” For the giving of yourself in love is difficult: you must learn to give your love without total submission of yourself. Therefore, in your giving, give your joy, your sadness, your interest, your understanding, and your knowledge—all expressions that make up life. But in this giving, remember to preserve yourself—your integrity, your individuality. This is the challenge of love within marriage.”

His eyes, old as they may be, contain wisdom as he dragged the pair over to Umi.

“Sonoda Umi, do you come before this gathering of friends and family to proclaim your love and devotion for Nishikino Maki? Do you promise to respect her, and to care for her during times of joy and hardship? Do you commit yourself to share your feelings of happiness and sadness? Do you pledge to remain faithful to her?”

“I do.”

“Nishikino Maki, do you come before this gathering of friends and family to proclaim your love and devotion for Sonoda Umi? Do you promise to respect her, and care for her during times of joy and hardship? Do you commit yourself to share your feelings of happiness and sadness? Do you pledge to remain faithful to her?”

“I do.”

“May these two find happiness in their matrimony. May they live faithfully together, may they ever remain compassionate. May years be rich in the joys of life, and their days be long upon the earth.” The minister lowered the book and tenderly observed the two women. A twinkle in his eyes could be faintly seen as he proclaimed the last line. “I now pronounce you both wives. You may kiss the bride.”

It’s finally here. Their face came close, their lips closing the distance by an interval of every half second. Then, it’s sealed, both their fate as spouse and with their kiss. It is truly a celebratory event as their friends cheerfully gave their blessings to the new couple. Of course, a few were relieved that they were FINALLY moving onward with their relationship… but that’s another story in due time. For now, Sonoda Umi and Nishikino Maki are officially wives.