Rücell and 92 or 93 whichever you like most! :D
heyyyy dorigen, thanks for ur ask :D
this is never going to happen in canon but i kind of needed to write it anyway and it fits a little with pride month! hope u enjoy:
93) “I believe in you.”
“Ok, I can fucking do this.” Marcell whispered to himself, his hand on the doorknob that would lead to the salon where his parents currently sat, awaiting his arrival.
His heart was beating faster than that time he saw Elias kiss Rüdiger - well, almost kiss - and faster even when he told his Sun how he felt about him.
He was more annoyed than when he had to watch Nina fuss over Rüdiger’s prom outfit for over an hour. Even more annoyed than he was at having to watch them dance - four times.
He was starting to get angrier as he glared at the doorknob. Stupid shiny thing just being there, doing nothing to help ease his stress. Stupid metal bullshit. Why are doorknobs even a thing, anyway?! In a house this goddamn big surely his idiot parents could afford to give all the doors handles instead. Way more practical! Way easier to open with sweaty as fuck hands.
Ugh.
His parents knew he was gay and they didn’t care. They still expected him to live his life as they saw fit, as they commanded him to, but he needed to stand up for himself. He wasn’t about to leave his Sun, just because these idiot homophobes thought they could control him.
And how dare they raise him like they did and expect him to back down!
“Always show that you are more powerful than your opposition.”
“Never back down when you are being threatened.”
“Don’t ever make them believe they won.”
“Money can solve everything.”
Well, alright, that last piece of parental advice wasn’t going to help him in this situation.
Marcell closed his eyes and took a deep breath when his shoulders were suddenly gripped tightly and he felt a puff of air by his ear.
“I believe in you.” Rüdiger said from behind him and squeezed Marcell’s shoulders. He let out the breath and let go of the knob. He turned around and hugged his boyfriend, feeling Rüdiger’s arms come up around his waist.
“I don’t wanna fucking do this.” Marcell’s voice trembled as he whispered into Rüdiger’s neck and he hugged him a little tighter. He would’ve loved to forget this, to turn around and just never come back here again.
“You deserve to make them listen to you.” Rüdiger said, “They should hear what their only son has to say before he leaves his home and his family forever.”
Marcell sighed and let go, “They’re not my family. You are.” Rüdiger smiled his beautiful sunny smile and leaned in to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek, “And I’ll be waiting for you outside. Take as much time as you need, my love.”
Marcell rolled his eyes as Rüdiger walked backwards to the entrance hall but he couldn’t help smiling back at him. This would only take a minute. He really only wanted to say one thing to them.
He turned around and frowned at the stupid doorknob. Then he turned it and entered the salon.
He would fucking do this.
