Fruk-de-lys on tumblr asked for some FrUK, so here we go. Be prepared for some sadness with a happy ending!

There was nothing that could really surprise Marceau anymore. He was at a point in his life where he took everything as it was. He'd been through enough shock and tragedy to be able to take most things in stride.

He lost his boyfriend at 17 to leukemia. It had been something he knew would happen shortly after meeting Arthur, but he thought he could prepare himself. He didn't plan on falling head over heels in love and willing to do anything to prevent the inevitable. It was a living nightmare and he was never really sure how he came out of it as a functioning adult.

What he never expected was to walk by Arthur in the street three years later. It didn't register with him at first and he had to do a double take. When he had turned around, Arthur wasn't there. But he had seen him. He knew it. He just couldn't explain it.

It drove him insane for so long. Eventually he was able to pass it off as mistaken identity. Until one of his best friends told him otherwise. He had never taken Gilbert for the type to believe in angels. Ramiro, yes; his family was religious as possible. But Gilbert laughed at the idea and brushed everything off.

But after hearing the full story, about how he had been in a similar situation with a friend years ago, Marceau was able to… accept it. Something else that shocked him. But he was willing to accept anything if it meant he could see Arthur again.

A year later and four years after Arthur died, he got his wish. It was hard not to break down or freak out, but―after knowing everything―the only thing he could do was grin like an idiot. Arthur didn't seem to realize Marceau could see him.

He was just sitting up on the high wall and kicking his feet. It was mesmerizing to see him up there. Arthur looked a little older than he was when he died and, in the ultimate irony, he looked so much healthier. The wings were definitely an odd thing to see, but he was there. Arthur was just sitting there, unaware of Marceau staring up at him.

"Arthur!" Marceau called up at him. There was so much he wanted to say, but he was also at a loss for words.

Immediately, Arthur's head snapped down to him, eyes wide in surprise. He didn't seem to know what to say either. There was a long time where they sat there and stared at each other before Arthur pushed off the wall and fell down to him. It startled Marceau at first―the wall was at least ten feet―but then he remembered that he had wings. He didn't fly down, but gravity seemed to have much less of an effect on him.

Arthur gasped as Marceau actually moved to catch him and pull him into a tight hug. "I can't believe you're here… Oh my God, Arthur… You have no idea how much I've missed you," he mumbled into Arthur's shoulder.

With the initial shock gone, Arthur laughed a little bit and ran his hands through Marceau's hair. "I think I have some idea… I've missed you too… But I'm glad you've been okay after everything…"

"As much as I could… It's been so hard without you…" Part of him couldn't accept it. Arthur had died; there was no way Marceau could be holding him. "How long… do I get to have you…?" he asked, voice cracking.

Laughing a little bit, Arthur pulled back to kiss him. "Forever…? Do you know why you can see me…? I'm a guardian angel. Yours."

It took Marceau a moment to process that. He would never have to say goodbye to Arthur? After four years without him? It was enough to trigger his emotions all over again. "Arthur… Can I never let you go…?"

"Mh, sounds good to me… I'm sorry…" Arthur said, leaning on him. "I didn't…"

"Don't… Don't apologize for anything. Just… don't leave me again. Okay?" Marceau said with a smile.

"Ah… Of course… Never again." Nothing could ever make him.

After just standing there and embracing, Marceau started to pull away to look Arthur over. He looked good; healthy, fit, happy… Everything that he wasn't those last few months. "So… I'm curious… Do I look like a weirdo talking to myself?" Marceau asked with a lopsided smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Arthur chuckled a little bit and shook his head. "No, no… They can see me. Just without the wings."

At least he wouldn't look like a nutjob. More than anything, he was glad that he could hold Arthur and talk to him again. It was the simplest things that he missed the most. Just hearing his accent. "So they see the fluffy hair, leather jacket, and ripped jeans…?" he asked with a smirk as he kissed Arthur's nose and snuck his hands into Arthur's back pockets.

Arthur flushed and avoided eye contact briefly before tilting his head. "Ah, w-well… Yes? Wh-why are you focusing on my appearance so much…?"

"Because the last time I saw you, you were laid up in a hospital bed and dying… Just looking at you makes me ridiculously happy," Marceau told him.

"Hmm… I think I understand… How about, uhm… we go to your flat and actually… catch up…? I've… missed a few years…"

"Yeah… Let's go… We have a lot of missed time to fix…" Marceau said, taking Arthur's hand. He made sure to kiss him again before he started to lead Arthur to his place. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with Arthur. It would be hard to figure out how to balance time with Arthur with everything else, but it was possible. He wouldn't allow anything to change his priorities now. Arthur came before anything else.

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