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Beautiful Simple Things | Neige Le Blanche

Synopsis: You never imagined you were going to be married to someone like Neige. An actor, a singer, a celebrity, inspiration for everyone around him. He might as well be a prince that came out of a fairytale. And yet, you were such a simple normal person. But Neige sees you as so much more than that.

Neige Le Blance x gender neutral reader / established relationship / married / fluff / slight angst / full on comfort / 2,1k words / use of "you" pronouns / Masterlist

Beautiful Simple Things

Neige has been an actor since he was very little. He debuted in large and small plays, made films and series, commercials, campaigns and much more. 

He went on to release seven music albums over the course of his time at the Royal Sword Academy through the first few years after graduation. He had so many trophies that he stopped counting the total a long time ago. 

He gave donations to various charities, among them a small and humble children’s home that today was officially called by the name of Orphanage Enchanted Deer, taking care of children and young people of all kinds and conditions. Victories, acts of generosity, productions, contact with fans — all good things he did. 

But there was one thing Neige felt selfish about: staying by your side. 

Not “selfish” in the completely bad sense of the word. Neige just enjoyed those quiet moments away from the outside world with you, in the cottage you had bought after your wedding. It wasn’t a castle but it was dignified and pleasant to live in.

Still close to the city, the two of you could handle your work normally. Although, you’ve noticed lately that Neige was turning down a lot of big jobs and focusing on smaller things like commercials and campaigns — in general, from old friends at RSA that he loved and appreciated.

Despite all the pomp and circumstance that people made about the name “Le Blanche”, Neige wanted a calm and peaceful life more and more. Being close to the countryside, he often went down to the local village — when you were busy with work and he was free — to master his techniques with manual labor and learn new things.

You thought it was cute how old people loved your husband — just like most living things. Neige always came back with a stack of handmade gifts, joking that it was good for strengthening and exercising his muscles.

Life was quiet. Simple.

But the best days, for sure, were when the two of you were free from chores and simply spent time together on the living room couch, leaning against each other and sharing a humble picnic indoors. At that moment, you were with your head lying on Neige’s lap and wondering how you were so lucky to find him.

If someone had told you a long time ago that you were going to marry Neige Le Blanche — the fairest star of them all — you would have thought that this person was joking or instigating a silly illusion. 

After all, what were you in comparison? Just a normal person. Animals didn’t run to you just because you breathe. People didn’t fall in love just with your smile.

Sometimes, in those crackling moments of doubt, you wondered if Neige wasn’t crazy or weird for having laid eyes on you. He was almost unreal, out of a crazy fantasy tale. 

“Is there a problem, apple pie?”

And also great at reading your emotions. Neige seemed quite naive in his youth and, even in adult life, he gradually continued to understand and deal with the hardships of the world. But, living next to someone for such a time, one could get to know exactly what was happening to this person. The sound of your cute nickname made you fluster for a brief moment.

You stared at him. His eyes were round, colored in a beautiful chocolate brown tone, sweet and understanding. Your heart was getting heavy for guarding your darkest feelings when he looked at you like this, brighter than light itself.

“Do you think I'm pretty?”

“Huh?,” Neige tilted his head to the side, confused. “What do you mean?”

It wasn't exactly what you wanted to ask and he seemed to comprehend that too. Staying in silence, Neige extended to you a cup of hot beverage that was on the table — wonderful and always welcomed — and patiently waited for you to say what was actually bothering you. There was no pressure or anything. 

He never needed to force you to speak up to pluck your agonies, the weeds from your heart.

Otherwise, his presence was already enough for you to know that things would be said at the right time — but it would also be nice if you said it as soon as possible because he really wanted to help, even if it was a small and insignificant problem. At least, just to know what it was. 

You owed this to the patience that Neige skillfully exercised by helping raise his seven dwarf friends and taking care of horses. They might look like different types — because they were — but when a horse or a friend suddenly gets stubborn, stress comes the same way. 

But instead of getting too angry or scolding any of them, Neige would always take a deep breath and work things out in his own way. It was one of the things you admire about him.

“Do you think I’m good enough for you?,” you finally said.

“Isn't it a little late to ask that? We don’t even have ten years of marriage yet,” Neige laughed softly.

“I knew it was ridiculous…”

“O-oh! No, please! Continue,” he assured. The small kiss he gave on your forehead came out as a silent apology. “What's making you so worried about this?”

“It's just that you're... well, you. And I’m just an ordinary person. It’s as if a commoner had married a prince out of those children’s tales. A perfect gentleman, animal magnet and loved by all. It’s so… different. We are so different. I can at least name ten people who do’'t like me just in the place where I work.”

“And I feel pity for every single one of them that they don’t understand how amazing you are.”

Neige’s skill with words was always enviable. Maybe it was the romance movies he worked on or the love songs he wrote, but no one would be able to say something like that normally.

He had that passionate puppy-love look when he faced you. Such a warm smile capable of melting white snow. You sat down on the couch and held his hands, once so pale and delicate and at the moment, showing little signs of callousness from the work he was doing. On the ring finger of his left hand, the golden glow of a wedding ring captured your gaze and you focused on it. 

“Would you hate me if I said that I’ve been thinking about this for so long? In our difference of levels? How are we from different worlds?,” you asked.

“Of course not, silly. Why would I hate you?” 

One of Neige’s hands came loose to hold the side of your face. His touch was gentle and comforting.

“I know it’s undeniable that we came from different paths but... does that really mean that we, as people, are different? The same overwhelming feeling you feel, I feel it too.”

“Why would you feel that way?,” you couldn’t help your disbelief. Neige ended up chuckling.

“Why is that?,” he pretended to think, touching his chin with his index finger. “Is it because you are always by my side when I need it? Is it because you have the most beautiful smile in the world? Maybe it’s because you make me feel safe? Or is it because I was finally able to discover more sides of myself after meeting you?”

That last inquiry took you by surprise, and Neige realized it in time. He let you think about what those questions meant. 

“Happy” wasn't necessarily the right word. Neige was a cheerful person, very optimistic. Even in adversity, he would take a deep breath and smile to push away his worries. But that didn’t mean it stopped stalking him in the darkness, like scary shapes in a dense forest. Neige swallowed every piece of poisoned apple, not allowing others to be contaminated like him.

All because Neige didn’t want to worry the people who helped him. In his sweetest kindness, he hid an inexplicable strength that made him endure bad times. You used to joke that if life gave Neige lemons, he would make lemonade and a lemon meringue to go with it.

Now at least he had someone to share it with. You would order a piece of meringue and divide the lemonade between your two glasses, making Neige come up with the idea of grabbing apples to add a little more flavor — it was better than simply accepting only lemons, he supposed.

Neige could share his own pain, doubts and insecurities with you. You wouldn’t look at him weird for not acting “like his usual self”. You wouldn’t think of him a saint, glorious beyond reason, nor feed his vanity about how such a good person he is. You never judged him. Never expected him to continue smiling nevertheless. 

You would just have Neige in your arms and that was enough. He still could be true as he ever was, showing things only you would know and no one else. All because he believed in your love with all his power.

“When you talk like that, it seems now like I’m those princes who save the princess at the end of the story,” you looked down, a small smile forming on your face but too shy to actually show it.

“What if you’re just you?,” Neige put his arm around you, bringing the two of you closer until you looked at him again. His chocolate eyes were even sweeter up close. “For me, it will always be enough.” 

“Even though I’m so simple?”

“There is beauty in the little things. While there are people who seek an epic romance, there are those who want a fairytale and there are those who are happy with a normal, ordinary love.”

Neige planted a small kiss on your forehead.

“As for me... I wanted, want and always will want you. No matter how, I just want us to end our story with an ‘I love you’.” 

When Neige fell in love with you, he understood what it was like to be selfish. 

He wanted your love, everything you could give him, the little and the greatest. You would always be the first in his heart and he would reign in your castle. Did you love him as much as he loved you? Neige knew you did. Every little look, every smile, every word was an oath of love.

When you go with the stars that grace the sky in which the Sun dies at dusk, Neige wouldn’t be able to love anyone else in the same way. He would live well only to make your memory happy. But he wouldn’t surrender your crown to anyone else. His kiss would always be yours.

But Neige felt bad for being selfish. Otherwise, he would insist that you continue your life with happy and comfortable moments. The only thing he asked for the Heavens was that his love could be one of the many forces that would keep you going. Because Neige loved you so much and the more he felt, he understood something more about the world.

Some fairytales can be difficult to realize. Some realities are hard to bear. However, he had someone to accompany him on the long road of life — who knows, on a horseback? — and there was nothing for him to fear.

“I love you. No matter how many times these doubts come to you, I will be here to always remind you how much I love you,” Neige smiled.

“You’re too good to be true…,” you grumbled, resting your forehead on his own. “...and if you say it’s because of me, I'll be forced to shut you up.”

“I don't think you will be able to, we don’t have tape.”

You laughed. Your sweet husband didn’t know you had gone shopping earlier along with groceries and brought a new one — and of course, he didn’t seem to understand your words. 

“Well, I have a better replacement…”

Your lips drew closer and before you closed your eyes, you could see a different glow in Neige’s eyes while he copied your action. He looked happy. Maybe he had, yes, understood what you were planning. Maybe he was just glad that your good mood had returned. Or maybe he really loved the small, simple things you did.

A true love kiss doesn’t have to be dramatic like in a movie. Sometimes, it could start out weird and modest, becoming something more. But it was really something between you two. Something that only you could understand and call “yours”.

Special Notes: Neige would call his s/o “apple pie”, pass it on

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