A/N: sorry it's so short I'm kinda busy

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When François was working, Lloyd met up with his grandparents. Marcel was at a sleepover with his cousin, so it just them.

"Can I ask you something?" Rose gave the men coffee.

"Sure."

His hands were sweating. "So uh, I know this is old-fashioned, but I would feel better if I had your blessing for-" he saw their faces lighting up. "-marriage."

Rose cheered and went over to hug him. He saw Pierre trying to look tough, but his smile gave him away.

"I already spoke to my parents, and they agreed. I just want to make sure it's ok with you guys, too."

"We're so going ring shopping."

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They found a nice one. It was a gold ring with a rose of rubies in the canter, little pink diamonds, and pearls around the rose. He practiced how he would do it with Marcel. He would even practice with Blueberry.

On August 19th, Lloyd had one of his guards to take them to London. François was excited. He always wanted to see Big Ben and do all the stuff he saw TV. They went all over the place. They saw the bridge, towers, museums, and even the palace. People stopped them for pictures and autographs, but that didn't ruin the fun.

Finally, on August 23rd, after a night of piano playing, sex, and pictures, they went to a beach together. They had a nice little picnic of crossiants and wine as they watched the stars together.

Lloyd stared at him, the ring in his pocket. François was taking a picture of the water when the other opened his arms. While they hugged, he pulled out the paper.

"I'm not really good at speeches, but I wrote this a while ago..." It should've been so obvious. He saw stuff like this all the time on TV.

"Alrightie..."

He smiled and took a deep breath. "François Dauphiné. You've been my best friend, second in command, and my doting boyfriend for one year, eight months, and twenty-three days. You've given me your affections and time, and I want you to grow with me. I want to be old with you, sitting in our living room with our dogs and wondering how life just passes by when it's full of beauty and light."

He looked at him, tears shining in their eyes. Suddenly, he couldn't talk anymore, so he pulled out the tiny rose-shaped box and opened it. François' eyes lit up like a kid's on the first night of Hanukkah.

"François, may you marry me?"

"YESSSS!!!" He hugged him so hard they fell over in the cool sand.

They laughed, cried, kissed, and held each other. Lloyd put the ring on his finger, kissing it. François put on his, a gold ring with a bright red ruby in the center, on his partner's finger and kissed it.

"Husband." Lloyd admired him, pouring himself wine. "François Doh-Sauveterre? Lloyd Dauphiné?"

He was smiling so hard his head hurt. "Why not both? Your name is already long. Add more."

"I'm going to need a scroll just to write my full name." He giggled and kissed François' glass of wine before giving it to him. "But I like it. You'll be a Doh and a Sauveterre!"

He wrapped his arm around him. "To us, and many decades of happiness."

"To us, and you." They toasted their glasses before drinking.

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When they got back to France, François showed off his ring to everyone. His friends screamed, his family smiled, and the dogs licked it.

In early September, they were on the road again. They had to stay in the castle for a week for royal training. From how to make grand speeches to wearing the crown correctly, it was pretty stupid. Beom and Marie were excited for him, but now it was time for the talk.

"Sergeant Doh, I'm aware that we have your blessing to marry, which I'm extremely grateful for." Lloyd was smoking, his mother looking away as she drank her Arizona. "But, Lloyd suggested me taking you and your wife's last names. I already have Mrs. Sauveterre's permission, I just need yours, if you'll be so kind."

Beom sat silence, stone-faced. François' palms were sweaty as he glanced at Lloyd, who was equally as sweaty.

Then the older man smiled at his wife before looking back at François. "Call me Mister, François Doh."

He hugged him, blushing and thanking him over and over. "Alright, François, get off."

Lloyd kissed his boyfriend's cheek then his father's. He's never been so happy. His surgery date was soon, he was getting married, and now his father liked François. The world was beginning to shine.

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