Years later, outside a fancy fusion restaurant in Royal Woods, Maggie was aggressively tapping her foot, constantly glancing back and forth between the silvery watch on her wrist and the cars that passed by.

"Where is she?" Maggie growled, "You'd think on such an important night she wouldn't be so late."

It was an important night, after all. When Maggie was 25, about a year ago, her girlfriend had finally popped the question. Luan Loud had gotten on her knees, presented the raventte with a diamond studded ring. Maggie was so overcome with emotion that whatever tough façade she wore slipped, and her eyes began to sting with tears.

"Are you crying? Didn't think I was giving you an onion ring. Ha ha. Geddit?" Luan had joked before her face went oddly serious, thought the warm lines of laughter were etched onto her face, "But seriously… will you marry me, Maggie?"

One year later, Maggie stood outside, waiting for her girlf- her wife to arrive from the late classes at her college. Curse those gap years, Maggie thought to herself as she bit on one of her painted nails.

The young woman turned, though, to admire herself in the window of the restaurant. She gave a tiny smirk as she stared at what little reflection they gave… revealing a truly beautiful woman. She and Luan had both decided on formal wear, and that's what she wore; dark blacks and purples adored her skin in the form of a dress and jacket, and her hair was tied in the type of bun a business woman would wear. Maggie felt a shimmering glow in her heart; she was happy to look as good as she did for the woman she lov-

"Guess who?" a loud and chipper voice announced as Maggie found her eyes wrapped with someone's palms. A short yet musical giggle followed, which made Maggie almost not elbow the woman who snuck up on her.

Almost.

"Where have you been… uhhh…" Words failed the pale woman as she stared at Luan with a daze. The brunette was wearing a similar bun to her, but her clothes… those could not be more different. Her night dress, perfectly complimenting her curvy figure, was elegant and lacy, a bright and beautiful golden yellow. Luan never could stop with her yellows, after all. The flower that usually adorned her chest was now placed delicately in her hair, and Maggie's face flushed as Luan rubbed her ribcage.

"Damn, Maggie… I was just ribbing you. Ha ha. Geddit?"

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully. Even after all these years, she had barely changed.

But then again… that's the way she liked her.

"Shall we?" Maggie offered, "I've been dying for some Persian-Japanese fusion."

"Well, we could dine at Samurai Sayyid," Luan said, eyeing the blend of Far and Near Eastern architecture that only blended together well when you squinted, "Or…"

"No. No 'or…'" Maggie insisted, stomping her foot, "We dressed well for a fancy restaurant. That's it."

"Come on, Maggie. What if I could offer something better than camel-eel noodles?"

"Impossible!"

Luan gave Maggie a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Follow me…"


Luan realized she probably could've thought of a better way to get to where she wanted than actually walking there. Their clothes were well tailored, and them walking anywhere with them… yeah, not her best call.

But it would be worth it. Luan's eyes shone with determination, and Maggie followed the glow of her pupils.

"Well… we're here," Luan said, her mouth curved into a smile bursting with emotions. Happiness, care, nostalgia and even a bit of shyness were written in her expression, as she lifted her hand to an entrance. But it wasn't the entrance to another fusion restaurant. It wasn't even a restaurant of any kind.

It was a… park.

Ketcham Park.

"This is nice, Luan, but… why are we here?" Maggie asked, her voice devoid of the usual sarcasm or deadpan.

"Don't you remember, Maggie?" the older woman asked, her voice tinted with longing, "This is… this is where it all began. In a sense. Beyond your birthday party. This is where our… love began."

Luan walked in, Maggie following in after her. "Are you sure we should be here?"

"When has that stopped you? I thought you were against the system, man," Luan drawled with a joking edge. Maggie blushed with anger and embarrassment.

"That was back then… I'm perfectly happy being miserable now without being an emo."

Luan burst with a husky laugh. "I guess so."

The two women marched on, both looking around at the park. Some things had changed, some were different, but Luan's eyes brightened when she found one thing that had remained the same. "Look, Maggie," she pointed excitedly. The dark haired woman glanced with apathy at first, but suddenly her eyes shone with recognition.

It was a park bench. A familiar park bench.

"It's still here," Luan said, sniffling slightly at the sight, "And it's still clean. No graffiti, no pigeon poo…"

"Do you want to… sit down?" Maggie asked, and Luan nodded. Her dress hung tightly to her as she sat, and Maggie made sure to dust off her jet black jacket as she leaned on the wood. The two stared into the night sky; it was a beautiful wash of purple and black, with bright yellow points to illuminate the night. Every now and then, a flashing pair of red lights would circle, but Maggie would just smile; it added to the beauty, in a way.

"So, Maggie…"

"Yes, Luan?" Maggie asked, though she already knew what was coming. Luan played with a lock of her long, brown hair, twirling it in her finger, before finally giving her wife the cutest smile imaginable.

"Remember what we did on this bench… all those years ago…"

The wistful nature of her tone made Maggie's heart hammer against her chest, and the woman responded with a whispery "Yes…"

Luan looked into her eyes, their colors clashing, and she simply gave a small smile.

"I love you, Maggie," she said as she leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you, too, Luan," Maggie said as she embraced her wife's lips against her own.


Thank you so much for reading, everyone, and a special thanks to those who reviewed, faved and followed. And of course, JaviSuzumiya deserves praise for organizing Luaggie week and the themes that followed. I don't have much to say, other than I enjoyed writing for this lovely crackship, and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Also... the two quark world? I have no idea how that works...