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Warning: I can honestly say I hate m-preg. I really do, I hate it. But now? I'm writing it. Why? NaNoWriMo. Also, this is set in a different universe. No Mafia or abilities or Defective agency or anything like that. This idea is from otpprompts on Tumblr.
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"Chuuya?" Chuuya looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow at Dazai who was standing beside him. Dazai's was holding a bouquet of flowers, which he twirled nervously between his fingers. Finally, he stuffed them into Chuuya's face- and Chuuya noticed the tiny white flowers were baby breath's. "Will you marry me?"
Taking in a slow breath, Chuuya accepted the flowers. Dazai looked strangely nervous which was a bit weird- Dazai didn't really get nervous after all. "We've been married for four years," Chuuya said in a deadpan tone, lifting up his finger to show his ring.
At this Dazai seemed to relax, a bit of nervousness fading, more of his normal self peaking through. "But Chu-u-ya!" he dragged out, wrapping his arms around his husbands neck and resting his chin on Chuuya's head. "I mean remarriage! Everything went really badly four years ago, and we're rich anyways!"
At the words remarriage Chuuya's face turned bright red. Dazai wanted to get married to him again..? Dazai spotted Chuuya's face and laughed slightly, spinning his chair around so he could press a kiss to his partner's lips, making Chuuya blush harder. "You're all red," Dazai chuckled softly. "Adorable. So is that a yes? A no?"
Chuuya looked over at the flowers. Baby breaths, the same flowers Dazai had given Chuuya when he asked the hat-rack (in Dazai's words) to marry him the first time. Trying to force his blush to go down, Chuuya muttered out, "fine!"
Dazai quickly grabbed Chuuya, sweeping him into his arms making Chuuya squeak slightly as his hat fell off. Spinning in a circle, Dazai grinned brightly. "I'm getting married to Chuuya~❤️!"
"We're ALREADY married!"
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Plans were made quickly, mostly due to Dazai's eagerness. Dazai had questioned if Chuuya would prefer them both wearing suits like the first time but Chuuya had reluctantly admitted he wouldn't mind wearing a dress. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before, and Dazai did seem must happier with it.
Now, Chuuya was aware all girls fawned over the 'perfect wedding dress.' But he wasn't a girl, and he didn't really care. So he let Dazai pick. Bad choice.
Dazai picked the cutest, whitest, expensive dress he could find. Chuuya would pretty much look like a girl in it, and he was slightly worried if it would fit over his waist. Luckily it fit, and Chuuya decided to give it the thumbs up- he didn't really have enough time to go pick another one after all.
The most difficult part was writing their own vows. Both males struggled to put what they wanted to say into words, they both wanted it to be perfect after all. Last year had gone really badly.
They had both ended up drunk, someone had knocked over the cake, and Dazai had been puked on by Chuuya at the end. They both forgot their vows as well, which was why they wanted this time to go better.
Fingers crossed.
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The day arrived. It was going much better then last time, and Chuuya was having a lot of fun. They were careful about how much they drank, and only took out the cake when it was time.
Finally, Chuuya walked up the isle. The song A Thousand Years played, though it was a cover cello/piano cover. Cheeks red, Chuuya was led up to stand in front of Dazai.
Dazai read his vows.
"Chuuya, my amazing wife- ow! Mean.. Now I have to start over."
"Chuuya, my amazing husband- better? -you are awesome and pretty and I like you a lot, and I'm not very good at words. I promise to love you forever, as you are the only one who holds the key to my boxed up soul. You showed me the world. I was alone, hurting, and blocking out all my emotions because I thought it would make me stronger. But I was wrong. Now something else makes me stronger. You. I promise to hold you, and help you, and cherish you, through sickness and health I am always yours, and you will always be mine."
Chuuya wasn't tearing up, there was something in his eye damn it.
Chuuya's turn.
"I've never really wanted something and cared about something so much that I wanted it forever. But I love you. I want to stay with you. I promise to do my best to make you laugh. I promise to be trustworthy and kind of forgiving. I promise to kiss you goodnight and to listen to you. I love you. And.. I'm sure our child will too."
There was silence, and Dazai stared at Chuuya through the shorter males veil, his eyes wide. "..What?" he finally questioned, hesitantly.
Chuuya sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm pregnant you idiot," he snapped.
Stepping forward Dazai pulled up Chuuya's veil, presses his lips tightly to his, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
"I pronounce you, husband and wife- ow! sorry -husband and husband!"
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I'm going to start putting the prompts at the end. This one was: Person A and Person B are getting married/renewing their vows. They've written their own vows. When it's B's turn, Person B admits that B is pregnant.