We'll Be a Dream – Written by Mythaholic Bookie
[ do you remember the nights we stayed up just laughing ]
With a smile, Fleur sees the tall and thin man that stands before her. "Bonjour," she greets, and places her quill into her purse.
He takes her hand and tugs her away from her desk just as she is finished cleaning up. "Come on, Fleur," he says quietly. "Time for English lessons, yes?" He holds on longer than he needs to, and Fleur does not protest. He takes her down to the small room that they use for teaching Fleur English; basically, teaching English is having plenty of conversations and getting to know each other.
[ smiling for hours at anything ]
After they've had English lessons for three weeks, Bill asks her out so casually that she almost doesn't notice it.
"So, would you like to go to Florean's Ice Cream Parlor after this?"
Fleur accepts, and they go there. This is repeated week after week after week until Fleur realizes that they're dating, and she can't pretend that she doesn't like it. Bill isn't the rich, noble prince that she always dreamed would sweep her away and give her a giant castle and piles of money, and he doesn't even come close to this vision, but somehow he's better.
[ we were so young then, we were so crazy ]
Bill proposes to her just as casually as he asked her out for the first time.
"I love you, Fleur. Will you marry me?"
And she says yes, because she has finally realized that Bill might not be rich, but he's certainly the handsome prince that she's waited for for so long, and Bill realizes that despite everything, he loves this woman and that he should have proposed long ago.
[ when the lights go out, we'll be safe and sound ]
The wedding is huge and extravagant, and Fleur wears a plain white dress that belonged to her grandmother. It fits anybody who wears it perfectly, and she loves it.
Bill has waited his entire life for this day, and finally it is here. He waits for his bride to walk down the aisle, fingering the buttons on his suit nervously. What if something goes wrong. What if something disturbs the quiet, perfect day that he has long awaited? But when Fleur walks through the door, all of his doubts fly away.
[ we'll take control of the world like it's all we have to hold on to ]
Bill takes his little daughter in his arms, smiling at Fleur. "You're amazing, Fleur," he says softly, and looks at the little child that looks so much like his wife, and Fleur, lying back on her hospital bed, smiles wearily at him.
"What are we going to name her?" Bill asks, and a crease appears in Fleur's forehead. Finally, she murmurs: "Victoire, after my grandmuzzer."
Bill kisses the pale cheek of his wife. "That's the perfect name for her," he says, imagining a million other possibilities, and none of them sound as good as the name Victoire does.
[ and we'll be a dream ]