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skampi835 · 3 years

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Good morning Kisses

As a new resident to this household, you're about to fulfilling your tasks, helping Sebastian with his duties. You just didn't knew that one of them is a full sleepy head with strange habits in the morning. (Man I wished someone had told MC!)

Language: english

Starring: Napoleon x reader x Isaac

Genre: Fluff / Comedy

Word count: 1.610

Light spoilers for Napoleons story ahead!

I'm hoping I can entertain you with the story.💕

"So Sebastian, what next?" You ask with a beaming smile on your face. Ambitiously you’re taking the tasks pretty seriously. Today is your first day, helping Sebastian with his duties, after you’ve arrived in the mansion and you are SO grateful he’s going to let you help. How else should you overcome your staying here for a whole month, without any task at all? Besides, Sebastian certainly was the safest way, not meddling too deeply, with the vampiric residents. -- Oh well, you’ve been in situations worse than that before.

Amazed Sebastian blinks at the sparkling sink. When he had left the kitchen before, it was like a bomb had explodet and now everything was neat, even he can’t find words. Just for a few secounds though, as he wiped one gloved finger across the tap, examining it. "I must say, well done! You didn’t miss a spot.”, hearing his praise, you feel weirdly proud. “Thanks. See? You can count on me. And cleaning isn’t merely my only talent. I'll be very helpful to you.”

Crossing your hands behind your back, you await your next task. The day had just started, yet you got a good view of how many things Sebastian actually has to handle in the mansion -- and with the residents. It was a bunch and you admired him for his ambition and his reliability. You would be drowning in the sheer amount of duties and responsibilities for sure. Besides, as long as you can help Sebastian, the time here will certainly flew by in an blink.

Sebastian nods thoughtfully, looking at the kitchen clock. “I showed you yesterday, where the laundry is, didn’t I? Collect them and bring it in the garden. Meanwhile I’m going to dust the foyer.” His scrutinizing gaze meeting yours, as you eagerly nod. “Sure, are you helping me, hanging the sheets, later, Sebastian?”

“Yes.” Sebastian says in response. “Oh and while you’re bringing them, do a stop at the room from Monsieur Bonaparte and wake him up.” You blink puzzled, inclining your head slightly. “Waking him up? He surely wouldn’t sleep that long?”

A small smile curves on his straight features. “To be clear, he’d presumably sleep till past noon, if nobody wakes him up. Monsieur Bonaparte is a late riser.”

“A very late one!” Surprised your eyebrows raise. It's naturally for someone like you to rise early, to get your things done. But what if you just had a little eternity of time? Maybe you would just oversleep the days, as well. “Well okay, I’ll stop by his room, when I collected the laundry. I think I can handle Napoleon.” At least he was the only - or just the first one - who offered help to you, when you stumbled into the estate of le Comte. “I’ll see you in the garden. See you later, Sebastian!” With that, you dashed the stairs up, entering the hallways.

"Ah- Mademoi-!" But Sebastian's words no longer reach you, for you've left so quickly. Reflective his gaze turned back to the clock. “Maybe I should have told her?” He muttered, shaking his head a short while after. “Ah no, she’ll do just fine.”

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Waking up someone up? What could possibly go wrong? With the laundry basket under your arm, you’re hurrying trough the hallways. You didn’t even need that amount of time, finding the way, Sebastian had shown you yesterday and swiftly you’ve picked the laundry for today. Making a stop at Napoleons door to wake him up, will be some piece of cake. You are in a pretty good mood and hum gently the melody of ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’. Damn, this song is so catchy!

As you reach Napoleons room, you’re raising your hand and knock against his door. “Napoleon? It’s time to wake up!” You say with a happy tune in your voice and wait.

… And wait…

Huh? “Napoleon?” You raise your voice, louder than before. “Morning is over! Time to rise!” But there still wasn't response, like before. You knock again, more urgently this time.“Napoleon?!”

Bewildered you put the basket down, wondering if something happened. “I’m coming in, Napoleon!” You shout through the door and reaching for the knob you slowly opened it.

You blink a few times, for the room was plunged in dim light, because the heavy curtains excluded the daylight from the windows. Quietly you're stepping through the room and when you reach the bed you looked puzzled down at the sleeping man. He had to be kidding, it surely had been almost noon by now! Still Napoleon lays sleeping in his bed, with an pretty peaceful expression on his face.

You really shouldn't watching people asleep, so you hesitantly reach out your hand, softly touching his shoulder. "Rise and shine, sleepyhea-!"

After you're touching him ever so slightly, Napoleon suddenly jerked up, catching your hand and pulls you with him down again, as he rolls to the other side. His grip was surprisingly adamant and you had to give in gravity, falling halfway over him, with a muffled cry. "Don't be so loud..." Napoleon tiredly nuzzled your cheek with his lips, his breath sending prickling shivers across your skin and your head heated immediately, as he pressed his soft lips on yours.

Something dies inside you and at the same time a delightful, giddy sensation dwells up as your head quickly burning up. When Napoleon finally releases your lips, he's bedding his head in the crook of your neck, holding you firmly, pressed against his body. You are left speechless and even breathless, for you hadn't breathed at all, while his lips lingered on yours and now it was even worst, because his soft, sleeping breaths sends frequently shivers through your spine. Your body’s tensing because of this sweetly heat creeping through every muscle and your mind almost kills. Finally you are carefully breathing deeply in, hoping that he'd wake up. But he didn't.

Helplessly you’re stammering: "N-napoleon?!" But just constant breaths are answering. You could swear your heartbeat pounds even louder and your cheeks are still flushing. Unsure of the meaning, you ask again, keenly this time: "Napoleon?"

"Hush." Is the soft quiet answer Napoleon’s giving you and then again, the room fell silent, besides the loudest heartbeat in your chest, which hammers in your ears and the soft breathing of Napoleon.

How on earth did he fall asleep again?! Irritated you try to unchain his arms of your body, but his grip was adamant and got even tighter by your desperate tries. Napoleons warm body is pressing against yours, while he’s sleeping the sleep of the death. How did you end in a position like this? And why had nobody warned you about this sleeping kissing-jerk?!

"Ah-!" The baffled noise escapes from the door and you had a hard time, lifting your head, spotting Issac standing in the doorway. He had muffled the sound with the hand above his mouth, eyes widening quite startled. "What by the heavens...?"

"Isaac!" you fizz with relief, your cheeks still are blooming rosy. "Don't just stand there! Please help me out!"

Facing your desperately demanding stare, Isaac had no chance to flee the scene. "H-how did you end like this in the first place?" He agitatedly asked, while stepping to the bed at your side, looking as flustered as you feel.

"Sebastian told me to wake Napoleon up." You explained quickly. Your embarrassment rising endlessly, but your proud had to be put back. Instead you should thank the Lord, that Isaac came by! "How the heck should I know, that Napoleon's being that resistive and is fighting my efforts with kisses?" A hot blush’s creeping your face again, when you tell that exasperatingly.

Isaac answers with an exhausted sigh: "Napoleon always does that. He's got some awful habits if you try to wake him up before noon." He shakes his head. "Seeing your dilemma, I'll try to help."

Isaac carefully climbs over the bed, grabbing Napoleons arms, to release you. For a moment you felt freely enough to crawl from him, when Napoleon surprisingly doing another one of his sleeping twitches!

"... Stop pulling." He grumbles, catching Isaacs wrist and pulls himself over. Isaac is more resistant than you before, though he's losing balance on the soft bed and slips halfway over you, ranting "Bollocks-!" Napoleon sleepily is pressing a kiss on the side of his mouth, wheras you’re getting sandwiched between them, holding your breath in disbelieve of what the hell is happening right now.

“God! Stop it, already, Napoleon!” Isaac's screeching disturbinly, ever so flushing like you before, giving Napoleon a good shove, which is sending him away from you and you finally - finally! - can catch your breath again.

Rapidly blinking, Napoleon stares at Isaac tiredly and then he yawns: "You didn't have to shout so loud, you know." Lazily he lowers his look towards you, still in a sort of somewhat in his embrace. His eyebrows are rising in astonishment. "Oh…"

"I should not shout? Then get finally a regular wake up routine!" Isaac snarled exaggerated, as he withdraws from the bed. His cheeks still blushing. “Really? Why am I even friends with you?”

Shortly Napoleon releases you from his grip, stretching himself wearily, like that was not the most embarrassing situation in your whole life. With you cheeks still burning with fire, you hastily crawl out of his bed. "Now that you're awake, I have to leave." You hustle while staring on the ground and shoo out of the room.

Isaac's giving you a pitiful look, meanwhile you scamper, fleeing this awkward situation. Nobody can ever accuse, that you’ve left the basket with the laundry on its spot.

We all remember this time, when Isaac said in some other route, that he’ll get Napoleon, bc’s he’s probably still sleeping... poor Isaac! Every frkn time!

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milleniumhan · 6 years

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This is it. Part two. (Dacre Montgomery x Reader fanfic.)

Note: Hey guys! This is the second and final part of “This is it.” I really hope you like it, please let me know if you do! I really appreciate your comments, always. You can read the first part here! Also, I was listening to Radiohead while writing this and almost cried because I hate myself and I’m cheesy like that.

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Summary: After all this time and you didn’t know who was working right next to you. Maybe this was it.

Warnings: Language!

“It’s stranger things!” Jenna half shouted half whispered “What?” you replied completely in shock. “The production! It’s stranger things! That’s the cast! That’s Dacre Mont-” “Yeah, no, I heard you, I-I just…” You interrupted, snapping out of it. Your eyes remained on Dacre for a little bit longe. He was wearing the whole Billy attire and his smile was just as beautifully radiant as you had imagined. As Dacre started walking towards the door of the lot he noticed your gaze upon him and stared back at you momentarily, giving you a quick wink and a sly smirk. Without thinking about it twice, you rapidly hid behind the boxes, your cheeks instantly getting a deep crimson color, embarrassed of him noticing your lingering stare. “Aaskjdhadks fuck.”

“Did he just-” Jenna said completely dumbfounded and failing to notice your completely collapsed being. You barely heard her, still trying to process what had just happened. Jenna glanced over at you, your body now under a million boxes, face red as a tomato. You couldn’t believe he was here, he was actually here…next to you this whole time. And he saw you staring at him. Jesus. You weren’t sure if you were the luckiest or unluckiest person in the world.

After placing the last of the boxes in the truck, you rushed over to your superior’s office to get your things still embarrassed at what had happened earlier. You were getting out of there as soon as possible, Dacre couldn’t see you, not after what happened and especially not like this, wearing rags with coffee stains all over them. As you quickly ran for the door you were immediately stopped by John, your actual boss. “Where do you think you’re going?” “I-um…I was going…home?” you said with hesitation. John was even worse than your superior, he was the real deal and he knew it, he thrived on intimidating his employees. “Yeah, that’s a no.” he gave you a cynical exaggerated smile and continued “Get your ass back into that office and finish going over the paper work.” His tone even more menacing now. “Oh, I-uh, I already finished going through it.” You said, trying to hide the intimidation you were most definitely feeling. “Then go through it again until I say you can stop.” You closed your eyes, mentally damning him and turned on your heels to head for the office. After a few more hours of just staring at papers your boss finally came to your door. “I’m going to get something to eat, so you get a 15-minute break. The production said we can have food from their catering…just…don’t wonder around on the set too much, yeah?” he said, emphasizing those last words. You nodded and then sighed as he left the office. “Finally” you mumbled to yourself, taking the pen that was hanging from your mouth and placing it on the desk in front of you. You pushed the chair backwards with your hands and got up from it, stretching all the lethargy and tiredness off your body. You rubbed your eyes as you left for the catering table. Your brain was still feeling numb and half asleep when you suddenly saw him again. He was standing near the catering table, 80’s hairdo and all. He was holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, which made sense since it was a no-smoke zone. You found yourself in a bit of a dilemma. You didn’t want him to see you, looking all tired and messy, but also…you wanted to eat and the catering was your only option. Should I talk to him? Introduce myself? Compliment him on his work? Or should I just grab a bagel and swiftly get out of there? No words or glances crossed? Thanks to your overthinking you failed to realize he had taken notice of you, standing there, completely out of it. You hurriedly recovered from your trance and tried to compose yourself, taking a big gulp and manically trying to comb through your incredibly disheveled hair with your hands and straighten out your crumpled clothes.

You stared to walk towards him, sweat building with every step. When you finally reached the table next to him he gave you a vain grin. “Couldn’t find your lighter?” you said signaling to the cigarette in his hand, trying way too hard to be casual. He stared at you with allure for a moment before letting out a cocky chuckle and walking out of the room. You could feel your body freezing and your heart dropping from your chest almost instantly. He had left you totally perplexed. “Wh-what?” Your thoughts were starting to wander when you heard Jenna shouting your name “(y/n)! break’s over, get your shit together.” You nodded at her still thinking about what had just happened.

You returned to your desk, thoughts still drifting. “Oh no.” you kept thinking. Was Dacre a conceited, arrogant ass? Were you just too awkward? You kept playing the encounter over and over in your head, trying to find a reason, an excuse for him acting that way. “Cidint find yir ligtir” you said, repeating the words you said to him, mentally face-palming yourself. “Jesus, what is wrong with me?”

Each minute that passed felt like an eternity. By now the only thing on your mind was your bed. You couldn’t stop glancing at the clock that hung from the wall, not being able to stand this office anymore, simply wanting to go home. Just as you felt your death approaching, your boss finally gave you the green light. You were finally free. You immediately grabbed your things, coat in one hand, bag in the other, and started walking towards the door feeling like a complete zombie. Your numbed-out brain had failed to notice Dacre was out in the parking lot looking down at his phone. You opened the door and saw him standing there, he was now wearing a lose white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of black jeans. No more weird hair extensions or silver earring hanging from his ear. You hurried yourself up, not wanting him to notice you, but as the glass door closed behind you it caught onto your coat.

“Come oon!” you desperately whispered, tugging quickly at your coat, trying to get it out of there. Dacre instantly turned away from his phone at the sound of your voice, letting out a small chuckle as he saw the situation you were in. He put his phone on his pocket and started walking over to you. He was standing right behind you when you triumphantly managed to get your coat loose, the brisk movement making you step backwards, bumping into Dacre’s chest. “Hey, you alright over there?” he said in a smooth tone. You gave him a glance and just shook your head, remembering your last encounter. You started walking before he could say anything else but he stopped you with his body once again. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about earlier. I was a complete ass, I’ll be the first to admit it, and I totally get it if you hate me. I do, however, have a reason. It’s really hard for me to get into character because Billy is so different from me, so I couldn’t just break character even if I really wanted to…and I did want to, you know, talk to you.”

“Okay, whatever, I get it” you replied before continuing to move towards the street.

He sighed as he saw you crossing the street and after a bit of hesitation, he ran towards you, almost getting run over by a car. He grabbed you by your arm and looked up at you with puppy eyes “Please? I’m sorry.” As much as you wanted to hate him and stay mad at him, you just couldn’t, he was way to adorable.

“It’s fine, really.” You said in a more forgiving voice, gaining a big smile from him. He looked at you for a minute before starting “you look like you need a drink”

“Well, it’s been a rough week” you rolled your eyes and then looked down at your dirty clothes.

“You know it’s only Monday, right?” he said with a chuckle

“exactly” you replied, your sincere tone making him laugh even more.

“Would I maybe, by any chance, be able to buy you that drink?” you felt a smile creeping to your face, you shook your head as you fiddled with your fingers

“No, I’m really tired. Besides you wouldn’t want to be seen with me, I look like shit today.”

“Whaat!? No! What are you talking about? You look great!” you weren’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not, so you just laughed and shrugged. “I love the pants, by the way” he continued with a playful grin.

“Oh, shut up!” you replied just as playfully.

“It’s true! I love them! I think they’re cute!” he kept teasing, earning himself a slap on the arm. Dacre threw his hands in the air as a sign of defeat “Fineee! At least let me take you home then. It’s gonna get dark soon and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to a nice gal like you” he ended the offer with the biggest, cheesiest smile.

“Oh, what the hell!” you exclaimed as he continued to look at you with fascination. “Lead the way then, m’lady.”

You started walking through the vast and mostly empty streets of Georgia. You lost yourself in conversation, Dacre told you about his job, his family, his passions, hobbies, he told you about everything and anything, and you did the same. Somehow the words kept coming out, no signs of them ever stopping. It was a truly beautiful feeling, to really be heard for the first time. The sun started to set as you arrived at your doorstep. You both stopped to take in the view, both of you not wanting it to end. As the sun finally faded and the street lights started to turn on, you turned to look at him.

“Well, this is it.”

“I guess it is” he responded in a soft voice. You gave him a bittersweet smile “See you sometime soon?”

“Yes, definitely!” he replied, his tone more cheerful now “you still owe me that drink” he ended with a wink. You just laughed and started to open your door

“Goodnight then, thanks for walking me home.” Dacre just smiled at the floor “My pleasure” he whispered as you entered your apartment building. Before you could close the door you felt a hand grabbing yours, you turned around bewildered.

“I was wrong, you know?” you stared back at Dacre confused “I was wrong to be rude to you, earlier.” he stared at you intently before continuing “I think you’re so beautiful, even when your hair is a mess and your pants are full of coffee stains.” He stepped closer to you, “I had seen you before, you know? walking through the lot, heading for your office, and then today…when you walked up to me? I just…I got so nervous, I didn’t know what to do. I’m really sorry for being an ass, I didn’t mean it like that.” he started searching the floor with his eyes, feeling guilty.

“It’s okay” you said softly, giving him a small smile. “I know you didn’t mean it like that.” He looked up at you, the confidence creeping back into his eyes. Before you could say anything else, his lips collided with yours in a slow and tender kiss. Both of you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the moment. This wasn’t just a dream anymore, this was it.

I really, really, REALLY hope you guys liked this! <3 I love youuu, thank you for scrolling so far down! <3

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lucanogis · 7 years

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HotaruLuca and 5, 10, 11, 14, 16 & 18?

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- Who is the one who points with their chin?

There were many things Hotaru Imai adored about having twins.

First of all, she had created humans using only her body and a little bit of input from her husband. Second of all, she had, as per usual, managed to exceed all expectations by delivering not one child but two. They were adorable little balls of mostly poop, tears and tiny fluffs of hair and she loved them. But. But. But they had created this new game in their household called “What on earth is my husband trying to tell me” and she wasn’t very good at it.

Hotaru narrowed her eyes as she watched Luca balance two children on his shoulders while simultaneously holding their napkin in his hand and their plushie in his mouth.

“This is a bad idea,” she told him. “Just…logistically speaking.”

Of course she could have gotten up to help but then again she had carried them for nine months and birthed them for what had felt like the rest of eternity so really, it was her time to sit on the sofa, sketch in her notebook and watch endless re-runs of bad reality TV.

“Mhmmmm,” Luca said. His chin jutted forward, apparently pointing at something close to her. With a sigh, Hotaru looked around. She picked up the remote.

“This?”

He shook his head. Hotaru picked up a pillow, eyeing it with pretend interest.

“Is this what you want?”

Luca shook his head again, this time more violently. Their daughter, obviously displeased by the sudden movement, made a small unhappy sound at the back of her throat. He immediately reverted back to rocking back and forth on his feet soothingly while shooting angry glares at Hotaru.

She snickered before reaching over to grab the unused diaper on the table next to her and throwing it towards him. They both watched as it sailed through the air with a beautiful arc before dropping to the floor. Luca rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, letting the plushie fall to the ground.

“I hate you a lot,” he declared. “Really, I mean it. You’re the worst.”

“But I’m the love of your life,” Hotaru cooed. She made a hand gesture, knowing her home automation system would pick up on it and dispatch a robot to clean up the clutter on the floor. Then she got up from the couch and walked up to him, taking their son. His small head rested on her chest and she could feel his heartbeat flutter against her chin. He was perfect, she thought. They were perfect. She had made two utterly perfect things.

As Hotaru looked up, she could see that a small smile had found its way onto Luca’s face. He leaned forward, careful not to jostle the baby and pressed his lips to hers.

“That you are,” he said softly.

Not just two perfect things, Hotaru corrected herself in her mind, as she felt his warmth, the steadiness of his love for her. Two babies and her marriage. Three.

- Who is the one who likes to quote movies, books, and songs in conversations?

“So I’m trying out this new thing,” Luca warned her as they waited outside before entering the gala. Hotaru felt suspicion rise up from within her.

“What thing?,” she asked. It was a warm spring night, they were in Paris, signs pointed towards an evening of expensive food and dancing and yet…Luca trying out new things usually involved her having to shoot a bunch of people after he had gotten himself into a ludicrous amount of trouble and although shooting people was an enjoyable part-time, her dress didn’t exactly allow for mortal combat.

“I’m trying to fit in with the rich people,” he said. “Just pretend I’m always like this.”

Before she had a chance to ask another question, he’d grabbed her hand and pulled her into the mansion in front of them, already wearing a winning smile on his lips.

It took her about five minutes to figure out what new thing he had been talking about. She was talking to an older man, one who had invested considerable funds into her company. They were discussing pricing issues in the tech world when Luca cleared his throat and went:

“Oh, it’s a shame. Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.“

Her investor blinked. Hotaru sent her husband the most scathing look she could come up with while also playing the part of “genius inventor not currently looking to murder a man”.

“Ah…certainly. If you’ll excuse me…” He scampered away, clearly confused, leaving both of them alone. When he was well out of earshot, Hotaru turned to Luca and raised her brow at him.

“Please don’t tell me you’re trying to appear more poised by quoting Oscar Wilde in conversation,” she said.

“I have more quotes prepared,” Luca said in way of an answer. “Most of them are from The Lion King but I figured not everyone needs Mufasa’s wisdom. So I branched out. Hey, do you want to hear a quote from the Lion King?”

“No,” she answered immediately. He ignored her, shockingly.

“Look Hotaru,” he said, making a sweeping gesture towards the rest of the gala and grinning. “Everything the light touches is your kingdom.”

She couldn’t keep herself from smiling at that.

- Who is the one to burst out into song randomly?

“So…,” Natsume asked. “Is she drunk? Is this Hotaru drunk? Really?”

“Well, what were you expecting?,” Luca asked. They were both sitting on a pool table, watching their inebriated significant others doing karaoke in the middle of the bar. Except of course karaoke in this case meant singing 80s songs without anyone listening and no karaoke machine in sight.

“Some kind of ‘Good Will Hunting’ moment where she uses a table as a blackboard and writes down complex mathematical equations I guess?”

“Yeah but see…regular sober Hotaru already does that,” Luca explained. “I can never throw away the scarps of paper I find in our apartment because they might have the cure to cancer on them. Drunk Hotaru is just a giant dork who really loves ABBA.”

In unison, they turned towards Mikan and Hotaru again. Hotaru was using a chair as a prop-guitar, screaming more than singing the lyrics to ‘Mamma Mia” at the top of her lungs while Mikan swayed back and forth.

“I can’t believe the Ice Queen is a cute drunk,” Natsume said, stunned.

“You know who else is?,” Luca asked, pouring both of them another shot. “You. So come on, drink up. I really want to join in as soon as they get to Dancing Queen and you won’t give your best performance unless you’re at least mildly buzzed.”

“I object,” Natsume grumbled, but Luca had already left him. He was doing some kind of interpretive dance with his girlfriend, hopping up and down. With a sigh, Natsume downed his drink. Time to embarrass himself with the people he loved most.

And if he woke up the next morning with a sore throat and no voice then who cared? That was just the price one had to pay for art.

- Who is the one who played/plays an obscure instrument just to be different?

"I just feel like-”

Hotaru raised her hand to stop him. “No.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Buuut-”

“No. Just because I learned to play a balalaika when I was stranded in 17th century Russia with my brother doesn’t mean I want to form a folk band with you, Mikan and our children. I am an inventor. I am a business woman. I am not Mumford and Sons’ asian cousin. No.”

Luca bumped into her with his shoulder, twisting his mouth into a pout. She sighed, setting her notebook aside to look at him.

“But we could do concerts,” he said. “We could heal people’s minds with our beautiful music. We could make extra money.”

“Tell you what,” Hotaru said, “We can form a band if I go bankrupt one day. Deal?”

Luca let his head drop to her lap and gave a her sad, puppy-eyed look.

“You’re destroying all my dreams,” he declared. Hotaru petted his hair.

“Personally,” she said, “I’d call it ‘saving your reputation’.”

- Who is the one who likes to rewatch the same movies?

“Please,” Luca pleaded, melodramatically dropping to his knees in front of the DVD. “Please don’t pick The Matrix again. I’ve seen that movie a hundred times now. I get it, you’re into the red pill/blue pill dilemma. But Hotaru, beautiful Hotaru. Chose something else.”

“What do you want me to say?,” Hotaru said from her place on the couch. “I want to watch it to figure out whether or not I could construct a Matrix. It’s the great tech question of our time and I, as an obvious tech innovator, am looking to answer it.”

His eyes narrowed. Marriage had apparently gifted Luca Nogi with a new Alice: The ability to tell whether or not she was telling the truth.

“That,” he said. “Is a clear lie. You could make a Matrix with both of your hands tied behind your back and me tickling you. It’s not even a question. You’re just into Keanu Reeves and don’t want to admit it. ”

Hotaru tapped her lip with her index finger.

“Keanu Reeves,” she said at length. “May or may not be another one of the many reasons I enjoy the Matrix.”

Luca sighed, getting up from his place on the floor to settle in next to her on the couch.

“What, have you given up on protesting my taste in movies,?” Hotaru asked.

He laced their fingers together and picked up the remote.

“What do you want me to say? He’s pretty dreamy. I would leave you for him. I mean, have you seen the guy? He’s clearly immortal and-” Hotaru kicked him in the shin.

“If anything,” she said. “I’m the one running away with him. I’m rich and beautiful.”

“You’re also a mean lady and his soulful eyes will pick up on that immediately,” Luca said teasingly.

“Keanu Reeves has high standards. You’re not good enough in bed to get him.”

“Oh yeah?,” he nipped at her ear. “I bet I can disprove that claim.” His lips wandered down her neck and she could feel her breath quickening.

“You can certainly try,” she whispered, sneaking one hand under his shirt.

Keanu Reeves performed ninja tricks onscreen in front of an audience of zero but Hotaru couldn’t find it in herself to care.

- Who is the one that writes on their arm to remind themselves to do something?

They were laying side by side on the king sized bed of their honeymoon suite when she saw the dark ink on his skin. Outside, the sun was starting to set and the sky was a flaming gold, a soft red, an inviting blue all at once.

Hotaru reached out, softly tracing the outlines with one finger, his blue eyes following her movement as she went over his palm, to his wrist and up his arm. When their eyes met, she could see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“I wasn’t sure,” Luca told her, “whether I would remember all that I wanted to say. I didn’t want to miss anything important, so I wrote my vows down. Ended up winging it though but hey, at least I came prepared.”

She squinted and shifted closer, her bare chest brushing his as she peered at the writing.

“What does it say?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Luca joked. “I have to save a few of my good, eternally cheesy line for the rest of our lives. A regular eighty year old woman might not notice I’m recycling love declarations but you? You would notice right away. Besides-” He kissed her, lingering on her lips for a few seconds before drawing away again. There was a smile on his face and she knew, without seeing it, that it mirrored the one she was wearing.

“It’s just variations on a theme,” Luca said.

“What’s the theme?,” Hotaru asked. “Financial security? Tax breaks?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I really wanted to talk about taxes in front of our friends and family. No. It’s love, you giant menace.”

Luca grabbed her finger, using it to point at the now smudged words on his arm.

“This one says that you’re going to change the world and I can’t believe I’m blessed enough to get to watch you do it.”

Together, their hands wandered.

“This one,” he said, “is about how much I adore the face you make whenever you get one of your big ideas. You squish your nose together like a bear that smelled something delicious. And this one’s about about how I’m not going to let you forget that I have your back, always. And this one’s about how I’m going to love you no matter what but that’s a given. Oh and this one,” he pointed at the one on his wrist, “is the first thing you ever said to me.”

“What was it,?” she asked. Luca laughed. “I was standing next to you in line at breakfast and you said: ’Get out of my way’,” he quoted from memory. “You know what I answered?”

“No,” she said.

“‘I don’t think so, Imai’. I’m pretty sure I got shot for that.

Hotaru felt a burning sensation in her eyes and she turned away, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder. His hand came up to rest on her back, lightly tracing up and down. At length, she turned back. Outside, night had fallen and the stars had come out bright and clear.

“I’m glad,” Hotaru told him.

“About what,?” Luca asked.

“I’m glad you didn’t get out of my way,” she said. “Right next to me is where I want you to be, now and…for whatever’s ahead.”

She could see the glint of the wedding ring on his finger when he reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

“That’s good then,” Luca said softly. “Because right next to you is where I want to be for life.”

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