#proposal story

[chicastrology]

Life Update: I’m Engaged!!!

Ahhh! The last month has been an absolute whirlwind following on from my dream holiday with my now fiancé. I’m finally now taking the time to document everything – starting with our engagement story. For the last few months I’d been counting down the days to our holiday to Rhodes, Greece, I had the strongest feeling that Connor was going to propose. I just knew it was coming! I knew Connor was…

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[tiktoksinspo]

[ask-runaan-anything]

Random question for you. Who proposed to who and how?

You can read about that lovely tale here.

[pawprintsmoon]

You and me, Part III

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30337365/chapters/74893146#workskin

The proposal

After a shower and clean pajamas, Alex finished packing his suitcase, tucking the ring safely inside. The next morning, he was so focused on not losing it again that he ended up misplacing his coffee filled travel mug. He had put it down for one second, and suddenly it was nowhere to be seen. Henry found it in minutes and they left for the airport. Distracted beyond reason, Alex had to hop out of the car to race back inside to grab his wallet. Then he had to hop out of the car again to run inside and get his phone.

After speeding to the JFK airport, they crossed the Atlantic and spent one night in Kensington recovering from jet lag. They spent their first full day at a trans* equity conference. The English press greeted their visiting prince with union jacks and rainbows. Naturally, they responded with charming comments and smiling photos. Alex took the opportunity to livestream a message to his followers: ‘of course transgender high schoolers should be allowed on the sports team that aligns with their gender, and here’s why…’

Privately, in the car back to the palace, Henry expressed the opinion that public schools ought to have polo teams, because it’s a coed sport and ideal for nonbinary teens who don’t like to rock the boat. Alex responded with similar sentiments about quidditch. The rest of the drive they shared a familiar rant about how Harry Potter belongs to the fans (including the trans* fans) and not only to JKR.

That night, just past 2am, Alex turned over in bed to ask, “You awake?”

“Always.”

“Good. We’re going on a fieldtrip. Come on.” Alex pulled them both out of bed, and they got dressed, Alex swinging on his Gucci jacket. He would have worn a hoodie, the incognito uniform of the internationally recognizable, but tonight he didn’t want to hide himself. It was worth the risk. Besides, they didn’t really need to sneak around anymore, did they? Old habits.

He led them out of the palace, down Prince Consort Road. He stopped for a selfie with the sign, because he really had wanted to last time. A second selfie included them both, looking goofy and not caring. When they reached the back entrance of the Victoria and Albert Museum, they kissed lazily against the wall. Once Henry’s lips melted Alex’s nerves, he drew back to take the next step.

“Thing about dating the prince,” he said, holding up keys, “is that you can borrow pretty much anything he owns. And he can get the keys to anywhere if he asks nicely.”

“You’re a thief,” snarked Henry, walking through the door that Alex held open for him. “And a knave, and a scoundrel.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Alex gave the security guard a wad of cash. “Thanks, Gavin. It’ll be Renaissance City.”

They walked past sculptures, artifacts, and paintings, surrounded by the history that they were a part of. They got to the piazza, Henry’s sacred place. Just like last time, the first statue, Samson Slaying a Philistine took away what little breath Alex had, and he had to lean on Henry for support. Like windswept magnets, their lips met, for no reason at all.

Most of the time, Alex had a strong sense of Henry and himself being part of the current moment of history, changing the world in the here and now. But right then, time seemed to melt, and they were surrounded by historical sculptures telling timeless stories. Zephyr the Greek god of the west wind, Proserpina in the underworld, and Jason and his golden fleece. Archetypical and expansive.

And then there was Henry: the national gay landmark, prince charming, an obtuse fucking asshole. Hopefully his future husband. Sticking with his plan, he pulled away from Henry and got out his phone to open Spotify. Taking a deep breath, he pressed play. “Your Song” came from the tinny speakers.

“It’s a little bit funny, these feelings inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide.”

“Why am I getting deja vu?” Henry asked, as Alex wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist.

“No clue.”

They began to sway, slow and intimate, cheek to cheek. He recognized the swelling in his chest as the same ache he’d felt when Henry first played this song for him years ago in the music parlor. Back then, he’d been trying so hard to repress his love for Henry, gripping the settee and wondering how long they would fly across the world to touch each other without talking about it. Now they let love dance around them, unbridled and openly declared in front of the world.

Other memories stirred up unbidden. Henry ghosting him after their first kiss, leaving him out in the snow and questioning everything. And then again when Alex hinted at love, leaving him in the lake with his heart carved out. Twice is not a pattern though, is it. Ever since the last time they were in this museum together, Henry had given his entire self to Alex. He had decided to be with Alex for real that night. That had been when they decided to love each other on purpose.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.”

For several beats of silence, he just looked at Henry. And Henry looked at him, and the museum disappeared. The whole world faded away except Henry and himself. It was now. He knelt down to one knee slowly, never losing eye contact. Henry’s loving smile showed no surprise as Alex spoke.

“Henry George Edward James Fox-Mounchristen-Windsor,” he said, making Henry roll his eyes. “I have a question to ask you. You see, my mom asked me, back in our early days, if I felt forever about you. I knew it then, and I know it now. I want to spend my life with you. So... ”

He paused, reached into his jacket, and pulled out the bedazzled box, rhinestones spelling out ‘love.’ Henry had probably guessed that it was never intended for June’s earrings, because he laughed like the box was an inside joke. Despite knowing what was coming, he inhaled audibly when Alex opened the box to reveal a simple silver ring.

“Will you marry me?”

Henry laughed again, a laugh like the birds of sunrise. “Yes, Alex. I will marry you.”

The prince reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather box, the same size as the one Alex held. Then, he knelt down on one knee as well, mirroring his fiancé. He opened it to reveal a thick antique gold ring inlaid with a gem that Alex couldn’t identify. Beautiful. “Alex Claremont-Diaz, will you spend forever with me as your partner, confidant, and best friend?”

“I,” Alex choked, “yeah, fuck, of course-”

Henry cut him off with a swift and passionate kiss, both of them on their knees, fumbling the engagement rings onto their fingers. Alex felt like the deceased king that had probably worn his engagement ring. They kissed until their knees grew sore, and they collapsed on the tile.

“How did you think to bring a ring and everything?”

“Believe it or not, I somehow predicted that you might do this,” Henry teased.

Their buzzing bodies urged them to get back to the palace, to Henry’s room, to the bed. So they pulled each other to their feet, both dizzy and desperate. Before leaving the piazza they held each other for just a little longer.

“I love you,” whispered Henry.

“Fuck, I know you do.” It’s an amazing thing, to know completely and utterly that somebody loves you. “I love you too.”

“I know.” Henry held him around the waist and their foreheads pressed together. “Hey, so, I know we’re going to have to have a big, gay, traditional, royal wedding and all that -”

“Which we’ll make fun!” Alex said, with the positivity of a camp counselor. The world could really benefit from a big, gay, royal wedding. “There will be so many rainbows, even only if the crowd brings them.”

“And we’ll definitely have an adequate number of champagne fountains.” Henry winked at him. “But you interrupted-”

“Sorry!”

“-me. I was saying that I know we’re doing the public wedding for the audience, and the press, but...” Suddenly Henry looked nervous. “Well, would you maybe want to…”

“Spit it out babe,” Alex kissed Henry lightly on the lips before pulling back to show that Henry had his entire attention. “I’m listening, for real.”

“Would you, would you maybe want to elope first?”

“I… um. Would we, you know, still do the royal wedding afterwards?” Alex asked. “Keep it a secret?”

“Well, yes.” The words tumbled out. “But it would be a secret that we’re keeping for ourselves. We wouldn’t be keeping a secret for an election, or family expectations, or our god damned publicists. It would be ours, and we would keep it because we want to.

“Because I want to keep you to myself, just a little bit.” Henry shrugged, sheepish. “You give so much of yourself to your country, to the world, and I love that about you, but I want this to be just us. I’d be open to inviting Bea, Pez, June, and Nora, and our parents too, if you want.”

“And honestly, I don’t really want there to be a minister or priest… maybe Pez could do it?” Henry continued. “It doesn’t even have to be legal, so people don’t find out. I don’t know, I just thought, it could be just us, making a promise. Not with the crown, not with the church, not with all your adoring fans. Just the people that really matter.”

“I…” A grin spread slowly across Alex’s face. “I love it. Yes. Hell yes. Where? Not Vegas. Paris?”

“Paris.” Relief sweetened Henry’s smile. “And I could play my vows for you on the piano, if you’d like.”

“Yes I’d like! We could do it on a sailboat with a captain! Can you bring a piano on a sailboat?” Henry shook his head and kissed Alex’s grin, nuzzling their noses together. Alex whispered, “Okay, I’ll slow down and we can figure it out together. You and me.”

“You and me.” They fell into each other, a blissful act of entropy, all lips and hands.

“Besides,” Alex said as they stopped to catch their breath. “Secrets can be kind of hot if I remember correctly.”

AN: So, I thought I'd end with the proposal, but I feel like there's maybe more here? Like, this scene was kinda building up to some 'just got engaged' smut, or it could go on to show their elopement. I'm feeling a tinsy bit uninspired for their vows though, so if any of y'all feel like writing those, I could insert to the rest of the marriage scene that could be fun. If anyone feels like doing the post-proposal smut (or the wedding night smut lol) lemme know! Otherwise, thank you for reading! Check out my other rwrb fics, if you feel like it :)

[feminine-fox]

I’ve been asked to tell the story as to how my fiance proposed, so here it is!

So while I knew my fiance had a ring and was preparing to propose to me, I was totally surprised the day he did it because I wasn’t expecting it to happen that day. He does photography as a hobby, and like to practice portrait photos with me, so he suggested we drive to the park on Sunday to take some pictures. So I dolled myself up as I’ve done before when he wants pictures of me (clue #1: i had requested that we both be dressed nicely when he finally proposed).

When we got to the park and I got out of the car, he asked me if I was ready, and I said yes. To which he replied, “No you’re not!” and popped the trunk to reveal a picnic basket and cooler. We took them both to one of the tables in the park and he unpacked everything to reveal charcuterie, berries, bruschetta, and macarons. He also laid out a table for us on a tablecloth with cloth napkins and a candle. The best part though was he also pulled out a dozen red roses from the cooler (clue #2: red roses are my favorite flower).

At this point, I was on to him. I thought to myself that either this was it and he was going to propose tonight, or he was just trolling me so the real proposal would be a REAL surprise. I doubted it was the latter, so I got so nervous/excited that i barely ate anything, and I assumed he was nervous as well because neither did he. 

We took a couple pictures in the park before he suggested another location. And at this point I knew that tonight was the night. He suggested the same scenic location in my city where he had initially asked me to be his girlfriend (clue #3). It’s our favorite spot in town because you can see the whole skyline and then some from this hill. 

So we get to the hill and he’s taking pictures of me and my heart is in my throat from the excitement. The sun is starting to set so he has me face the city skyline to take pictures of me from behind with the skyline included, and then in the corner of my eye I saw his shadow against the hill lower. I turned around and he was on one knee :)

He used my full name :) he asked if i’d do him the honor of marrying him :) i can’t get over how beautiful my ring is :)

and, as you all know by now, I said yes :)

[aelia-likes-monsters]

Patreon Gift: Winter Surprise

The last of the 500 word stories for my Patreon Supporters. Patreon backers got to see it early, and all of them were eligible in December. 

For Crazycat, who requested a Winter or Christmas themed story with a female reader & male werewolf. ♥

Characters: Female Reader, Male Werewolf Content: SFW Wordcount: ~600

You’ve spent the last three hours in the car and you’re starting to get restless. It’s nothing against Arthur. He’s a good sort, all doting and protective, and he does everything he can to ensure your comfort. Which is part of why you’re in the car in the middle of winter, actually.

He’s planned a surprise for you, something up in the mountains. In the snowy mountains. You sigh, and squirm in your seat.

“We’re almost there,” he says for what feels like the thousandth time.

“Are we?” Gods you sound like a petulant child. You bite your lip, and look out the window. It’s beautiful here, tall evergreens are frosted with ice and snow, and the mountains and valleys you’ve been traveling have been breathtaking.

One of his hands rests on your thigh, searing hot even through the layers of insulated leggings and denim you’re wearing. You glance over at him, and he spares you a quick, indulgent smile before he looks back at the road.

“Yes.” He chuckles, and his fingers squeeze, teasing you with more. And then his hand is gone. You bite back a whine, and you can  tell by the way his lips curve that he knows exactly what he’s done to you. The jerk.

You turn up a road that hasn’t seen a plow in a few days, and you’re truly off the grid. You’d be more afraid if Arthur-your handsome boyfriend-wasn’t a werewolf. You know he’s more than capable of keeping you both alive and safe, even if you get stranded. It lets you breathe easily, though you know there’s no cell signal and you’re the only human for miles.

It turns out, this final road leads to a charming cabin. There are lights on, and you see smoke coming from the chimney. With a question in your eyes, you glance at him.

“I may have called in a few favors to make sure it was welcoming when we got here, but it’s only us this weekend.” He gives you a smile, the kind that makes you melt. “Surprise! It’s a romantic getaway in the snowy woods.”

He leads you inside, and you’re relieved to see that despite the lack of cell signal, the place is modern, and it has everything you could ask for. You’re quickly settled in front of the couch with a glass of hot cider, while Arthur gets things unloaded from the car.

Never one to let him do all the work, you set the cider down and head into the bedroom to help unpack. Your bags go quickly, but you swear he just threw clothes into his duffel bag. Nothing is sorted, nothing is folded. You’re laughing to yourself and shaking out a sweater to go on a hanger when a small box falls to the bed.

You freeze.

“Babe?” Arthur calls from the living room.

You don’t know if you should pretend you haven’t seen the ring box, or if you should fess up. Before you can make a decision, he finds you. He sees you, then the small box in front of you.

“I had planned something a bit more romantic than this moment right here, but this really is us.” He says, closing the distance between you, grabbing the box, and dropping to one knee. “You’re my mate, and I’ve known this for a long time. Will you marry me?”

You manage to nod. He slides a perfect ring onto your finger and kisses you.

Later, he’ll tell you all about the proposal he planned. For right now? You just enjoy each other.  

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[constellationofhope]

june 24, 2019

So, i’ve literally just had the best weekend of my life. Cedric & I went on our little birthday vacation and it was amazing. We went to Indiana, stayed in a nice hotel. We went to this really fun escape room. I’ve never done one before but it was definitely a good time. The room was beautiful, and it was really creative. There’s a lot more to it than I ever expected, but I really enjoyed myself. Especially because halfway through, Cedric proposed!! It was the perfect moment. I just think about how cute he looked when he got down on one knee, and I can’t stop smiling. He’s truly the love of my life, I’m so happy to be able to cherish every moment with him.

The amazing weekend didn’t end there though, we went to one of my favorite comedians show later on & had a great time. Some how, we ended up with front row seats! It was so good, he had 2 opening comedians who were also pretty funny. I had such a great time. We even got to interact with Samuel Comroe & one of his openers, Cedric got to explain our engagement it was really cool getting a “congratulations” from him. He even said “You proposed in an escape room?? that’s brave. If she said no, you better have figured out how to escape real quick!” lmao it was just funny, I had such a great time.

I am currently very obsessed with our wedding right now lol. There are so many little details & it’s all so exciting. I genuinely never thought the day would come when I would be married but it’s on its way y’all ❤️❤️ Very quickly learned how expensive it is to have a wedding though lmao. Honestly had me thinking about a courthouse wedding for a second but that’s really just not me, i would genuinely love a quiet, intimate wedding or 20-30 people, but I think Cedric wants more on the lines of 75 people so...that’s a huge price difference lmao. We’ll see how it goes though. We still have plenty of time, just very happy ❤️❤️

[captainwhogotthecanary]

My husband proposed eleven years ago.

It was my college graduation party, and he left the room to get something, and I was so confused by the fact that everybody was pulling out their cameras when he came back in.

Until he knelt down and set a ring box in front of me, and then everything else faded away. “This is my graduation present to you,” he started, and honestly, I couldn’t tell you what he said after that. I can tell you he was shaking and looked near tears, despite the fact that he knew what my answer would be. I can tell you the temperature of his skin. I can tell you how tightly I pulled him to me when he finished, how good his arm around me felt, and that I forgot to actually agree verbally until his mother prompted me, jokingly, because my answer was obvious.

I would say I’m just as in love with him today as I was then, but that’s not true.

I continue to fall more in love every day.