(fluff / established relationship / timeskip era)
│ he thought he was asking you to move; he didn’t realize you’d already decided to follow him anywhere.
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the kettle whistles softly as morning light spills through the curtains. it’s quiet, that kind of comfortable silence that only comes after years together. you’re both moving through your little routine — him making coffee, you half-asleep at the counter scrolling through your phone.
but even through the easy rhythm of it, you can tell something’s off. hajime’s smile lingers a second too long, like he’s trying to make it look natural. his phone buzzes once, and he flips it face down without checking it.
“everything okay?” you ask.
he looks up, startled, then forces a grin. “yeah, course. just… long week.”
you hum, unconvinced, but let it go.
for the next few days, the feeling doesn’t fade. he’s quieter, more thoughtful, sometimes caught staring out the window at nothing. he still kisses your forehead in the morning and tells you goodnight the same way he always does, but there’s a weight to him that wasn’t there before.
you notice. you always do.
it’s late one night when you finally bring it up. you’re curled together on the couch, an old movie humming low in the background, your legs tangled beneath the blanket. his heartbeat is steady against your cheek, but his hand keeps flexing — opening and closing like he’s trying to work up the nerve to say something.
you tilt your head, watching him. “what’s going on, hajime?”
he hesitates. “what do you mean?”
“you’ve been weird all week,” you say gently. “distracted. checking your phone. zoning out at dinner. talk to me.”
he’s quiet for a long time before sighing, rubbing the back of his neck. “i got an offer.”
you sit up a little. “what kind of offer?”
“work,” he says. “there’s this sports rehab center in california. they want me to come out there for a few years. help set up some new programs, train some staff.”
your mouth opens, then closes again. “that’s… incredible, hajime.”
he doesn’t smile. “yeah. it is. but it’s also… complicated.”
“because it’s in california?”
he nods. “i didn’t tell you right away because i don’t know if i can do it. i don’t wanna leave you behind. and i don’t wanna make you uproot your whole life for me. you’ve got your work here, your friends, everything you’ve built.”
his voice cracks on the last word, just slightly. he looks away like it’s easier not to see your face.
you reach over, take his hand. “hajime.”
he looks up, eyes tired and soft.
“ask me.”
he blinks. “what?”
“ask me to go with you.”
the words hang there, light and certain. he stares for a second, like he’s making sure he heard you right. then, quieter, almost a whisper, “you’d really go?”
“you haven’t asked yet.”
his mouth twitches into a small, nervous smile. “will you come to california with me?”
you don’t even hesitate. “yes.”
the sound he makes is somewhere between a laugh and a breath of disbelief. he pulls you into him, burying his face in your neck. “you’re serious?”
you laugh against his shoulder. “you think i’d let you run off to california without me?”
he exhales, the tension leaving his body all at once. “i was so sure you’d say no.”
“you worry too much.”
he pulls back just enough to look at you, still smiling, thumb brushing over your cheek. “yeah, maybe. but i got lucky anyway.”
the rest of the night is spent planning half-seriously — talking about packing lists, arguing playfully about which one of you would get sunburned first, googling apartments you both know you won’t actually rent. but it doesn’t matter. it’s enough to dream.
a week later, there are boxes stacked near the door, passports on the counter, two mugs cooling beside half-filled suitcases. the apartment smells like coffee and cardboard.
he’s standing by the window when you walk up behind him, arms looping around his waist. the city glows outside — your city, for a little while longer.
he rests his hands over yours. “next chapter, huh?”
you smile against his shoulder. “together.”
and when he turns to kiss you, it feels exactly like that — the start of something new, built on everything you’ve already shared.
It’s so amazing when someone comes to your life, and you expect nothing out of it but suddenly, right in front of you is everything you’ve ever needed.
Last part of my social media AU when Jay proposes to Hailey 🤴🏻👸🏼💍♥️ and he tells the story of how he knew he wanted to marry her. Aaaaaand then Hailey takes a trip down memory lane as there’s only 2 days until their wedding!! 🌹⚓️
Felix can admit that his wife to be wasn’t the most.... normal. He’s been told by Lady Rossi that he was marrying a witch. That Marinette often talked to herself, how things always went her way, how she had things that she shouldn’t.
And on some of those points, Felix can agree. It was odd.
He has seen her talking to herself.
He has noticed oddities in her room the few times he’s visited. Big chunks of cheese and cookies left lying around, some of them eaten already but not finished. Or sometimes he thinks he saw pictures and drawings she made come alive, moving just a little bit. Though a second glance would prove him false, the picture still and unmoving. Or how he saw blurs of color dart around her but a real look later, he never saw anything.
He can admit there are oddities. But he could not see Lady Rossi’s claim of his fiancé being a witch. Oddities were not enough, and half of them Felix could pass off as weariness on his part. His wife to be, despite strained was in their relationship, was very sweet and considerate.
How could she be something malicious?
Felix couldn’t see it.
And he told Lady Rossi such, standing firm with his choice.
Jealous green eyes glared at him, furious at the falsely put loyalty. And the sharpest heir in this family, he could see the scheming and plotting starting to fester in her mind, and quickly cut that down.
“If you do anything, Lady Rossi,” he warned.
Immediately that fire went out, her going shy and sheepish. An act that would’ve fooled his cousin, but not him.
“What? Little old me?” Lady Rossi murmured, blinking big eyes up at him.
Felix just narrowed his.
Lady Rossi dropped the act, allowing her inner eat to leak out, spite lacing her words. “She’s beneath you. And unnatural. She was chosen to be an insult to you by your uncle.”
“She did not ask for this either.”
“She still agreed.”
“Does one refuse the king?”
Lady Rossi was quiet at that. King Gabriel was absolute in his rule. Any refusal was a risky business. Even if she didn’t want to marry him and continue her more simple life, Miss Dupain-Cheng could’ve faced a deadly situation if she had the gall to refuse.
She wasn’t the one Lady Rossi should direct her jealous and entitled rage at. It should be the higher power that had them all under his twisted thumb. Felix would honestly love to see her try.
“If you do anything to her, I will know. Let it go, Lady Rossi.” He moved past her, only to stop when she called out.
“You were supposed to be mine. That’s what the king told me. You were to love me.”
Felix wondered how long the king has been making deals for his nephew, and even for his own child. He could’ve sworn Lady Rossi has whispered once that Adrien was going to be hers. And Lady Bourgeois had thought the same, and seethed and raged like a child when his engagement with Tsurugi was announced. The big prize was lost, and all that was left was the second, wrongly taken up by a Countess who didn’t realize she was also playing this game.
Not turning to Lady Rossi, Felix answered, “Its very bold of you to assume that I would be yours. And bold to assume that I would become hers. Try another kingdom, Lady Rossi. Surely there’s a prince out there willing to humor you.”
He left, leaving her cold, bitter, and angry in the hall.
[11:51 pm] you knock on ceo!Doyoung’s office door to let him you were about to come in before actually coming in to see a stressed looking Doyoung at his desk, papers covering the desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, buttons unbuttoned and hair a mess
letting out a sigh, you approached his desk and stood in front of it for a second before he even looked up in your direction
without saying a word you give him what you would like to call ‘the look’ making him stop his work and give you his full attention which you take advantage of
walking around his desk and taking a seat on top of some papers, you cross your arms and tapped at your watch to let him know that it was almost an hour past the time he was suppose to leave with you to grab dinner
“you know, as my secretary you’re suppose to be helping me with all this work,” Doyoung says as he reaches out to pull your arm so you’re sitting on his lap and of course, you go along with it
“but as your fiancée, I’m suppose to be making you eat well and get enough sleep,” you responded, fingers playing with his hair now as he buries his face into the crook of your neck
“I suppose you’re right, so what how about we go home and I’ll cuddle with you for the rest of the night in order to make up for making you stay late?”
