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[ananinidraws]

OH MY GOD THEY LOOK ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!! 🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH, THIS IS SO LOVELY <33333 💖

my secret Santa person was @ananinidraws ! I drew some chatical John for you :3c

Happy holidays!!

@rturnblrgiftexchanges

[latenightdaydreams]

hi! i love your work so much! can i request konig with a small, pear shaped girlfriend and their first time together and he finds out she’s a really wet girl? like she creams and squirts? sorry, if that was a bit much! thank you for your work! <33333

💞thank you!! absolutely!

König x PearShaped!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw:fem/afab, oral, fingering, p in v, squirting

1.5k word count

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The first time König saw you he had to do a double take. You walked past him, hips swaying as you were out with your friends. He’s usually never one to approach women, but he couldn’t just let you walk by. It’s now been four months and the two of you have grown attached at the hip.

Dressed in a light pink babydoll nighty, you open your apartment door to greet König. He stands there with a bouquet of red roses in his hands as his jaw drops, eyes trailing up and down your body. The sheer fabric clings to the irresistible shape of your body. With his free hand he reaches out and rests on your hip as he walks you back into the apartment, his eyes looking all around to make sure that no one can see you before closing the door behind him.

“Mein Gott, Liebling. You’re going to give an old man like me a heart attack.” His voice is low and sultry as he speaks to you, his hand caressing your warm body thought the fabric of your nightgown.

“These are beautiful!” You smile brightly as you grab the roses and smell them.

“You’re beautiful.” König’s other hand went to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You gaze up into his eyes and smile as he holds you. He is still mesmerized by how you look; this is the first time he’s seen your body in such little clothing and he can’t wait to see it in less. A small giggle leaves you as he continues to walk you back further into the apartment before lifting you up in his arms.

“Here I was trying to surprise you, but you’ve out done me.” König walks to your bedroom at the end of the long hallway, gently placing you down on your bed.

König takes the bouquet from your hands and places the flowers on the bed beside you as he kneels in front of you on the bed. His hands rest on your thick thighs, squeezing them lightly as his eyes roam over every inch of you. He lets a puff of air out as his eyes finally meet yours again.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think? Schatz, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His hands move further up your thigh, enjoying the feeling of how soft your skin is.

“Kö,” You giggle softly.

“I mean it.” He leans towards you and kisses your lefts gently. His lips travel from your lips, down your jawline to your neck. You tilt your head to the side to allow him more room to kiss you. “Ich will dich so sehr.”

König lets his hands trail up your body to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking back and forth over your erect nipples. A trail of open mouth wet kisses continues down to your cleavage. The only thing on his mind is exploring your body, tasting every single inch of you. After months of waiting, he’s going to take his time savoring this moment with you.

“Come here.” He pulls back and lifts you up again, placing you in the center of the bed. His body looms over yours before meeting your eyes. “I love you, Schatz.”

“I love you too.” You say back with a giggle.

König kneels between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs as his eyes fall on the thin fabric of your thong. A wet patch is already forming, causing König to smirk. He lets one hand slip down your thigh completely, brushing against the wet fabric. His eyes watch you closely, waiting to see your reaction. When he sees you biting your bottom lip and looking with anticipation, he pushes further.

One finger hooks the fabric, pulling it to the side to expose your freshly shaved pussy to him. He’s barely touched you, yet you’re already glistening for him. Your sweet scent of arousal hits his nostrils; you’re absolutely intoxicating. “Perfekt.” He whispers as his thumb reaches out and glides up and down your folds, pulling away to suck your juices off of it.

His hands move up to pull your thong off completely, casually tossing it off the bed onto the floor. He slides his hands on the outside of your thighs as he lowers his head, kissing gently on your inner right thigh. A small airy moan leaves you only making him crave more of those beautiful sounds.

Your body tenses the closer his lips get to your pussy. The feeling of his warm hand on yours grounds you slightly as you both interlock fingers. You look down at him as his pale eyes gaze back up at you. With the gentle flick of his tongue, he causes you to completely melt.

König holds your hands, letting you squeeze his as he drives his tongue over every single inch of your glorious folds. He gazes up at you watching your eyebrows pinch together as you try to contain the intense pleasure that you’re feeling. You taste better than he could have imagined, his eyes slowly close as his head rests on your thigh, his lips wrap around your clit and sucks lightly causing your legs to twitch.

“König…” Your voice trembles as you speak. “It’s too much.”

“Mm-m.” He shakes his head lightly, not ready to stop. As he sucks your clit his tongue flicks over the round little bud. Your moans only grow louder as you squeeze his hands tighter. Your thick thighs begin to close around his head, back arching.

“König!” You cry out as your full body trembles. “Oh fuck!”

König shakes his head back and forth slightly before pulling away, letting your clit slip from his lips with a soft pop. He gazes down to see thick white globs of arousal covering you, dripping down your lips. Out of all the women he’s been with, he’s never seen such a creamy little cunt. His cock is aching to go in raw and feel you're wrapped around him.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He looks up at you while you rest, breathing heavily.

His hands go to the hem of his shirt, discarding it quickly. As he fumbles with his pants his eyes travel over every inch of your body before landing back on your face. He gives you as soft smile with his glossy lips.

Your eyes linger on his hands as he pulls his hands down. The sight of his cock springing free with a string of precum connecting to his boxers nearly making you drool. You sit up, sticking out your tongue, licking the tip of his cock to taste his bitter precum. He watches with amazement as you wrap your beautiful lips around the head of his cock, sucking while you gaze up at him.

“Oh- mein Gott, Liebling.” König whimpers before dropping his head back.

König’s cock is so fat that your jaw quickly begins to hurt, your lips going slightly numb; yet you can’t help but to try and swallow as much of him as you can. Slowly, he begins to thrust forward into your mouth. He is unable to stop himself from being greedy and wanting to fuck your tight little throat. His hands go to the sides of your head as he picks up his pace. You gag loudly as he holds you down, almost every inch of him in your mouth before he pulls back.

He gently pushes you back on the bed, picking up one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder as he looks down at your sloppy pussy. Just feeling your folds against the sensitive tip of his cock is enough to make him shiver. His eyes can’t look away as he watches his girthy shaft part your lips, stretching your tiny pussy. Your velvety walls cling to him, welcoming him in with a heavenly warmth.

“Y/n…” König moans, his hips slams into you with slow hard thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Please fuck me harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It’s taking everything in him to not just ruin you, but he knows he’s big and you need to adjust.

“I said harder.” A bossy side of you he’s never seen shows through, and he likes it.

“Yes baby, anything for you.”

König drops your leg, grabbing you behind both knees, and pulling your legs back. His eyes lock with yours as he pulls his hips back, bucking into you and shoving all of himself inside of you. You can’t even maintain eye contact as your eyes flutter back, your mouth hangs open while your body get slammed mercilessly into the plush mattress.

“I’m- I’m so close.” You cry out.

“Good girl. Cum for me.” His eyes follow your hand as you reach down to rub your clit.

It’s almost hypnotic watching your beautiful dainty fingers play with your pretty pink pussy. You can feel a heavy pressure begin to build up. The head of his cock repeatedly passes over your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“König.” His name leaves your lips in a pathetic broken mewl.

The pressure builds to a point where you can’t take it. König’s eyes open wide as a heavy stream leaves you, splashing against his abdomen causing him to let out a soft growl. In a swift motion he withdraws himself from you and lays on his stomach, licking every drop from your legs and lips.

A cocky grin crosses his lips as he realizes he just made you squirt, now he wants more. Two of his fingers slip inside of you, curling to focus on your g-spot again. His muscles flex as he pumps in and out of you, his tongue flicking over your clit making you squirm.

“König! König please!”

“I want you to squirt all over my face.” He growls. “Meine perfekte kleine Hure.”

[tomssexdoll]

Tom being reader’s ex boyfriend and uhm “cheering her up” after her boyfriend who she dated after she broke up with Tom cheated on her so they were at part and Tom saw her crying he was still kinda mad at her but also had feeling for her and wanted her back so he came to her and ask her what happened and after she told him he was a little happy cause at first she is single now and at second he told her that he is idiot after he found out she was dating him and he said “i told he was an idiot you just refused to believe me” and then he is like “i know what can cheer you up” and they end up ducking

BTW I LOVE YOUR FANFICS SM❤️❤️❤️

YUH YUH YUH ILYSM UR AN ANGEL <33333

Me and Tom had broken up over a year ago, things were getting complicated and we were just too busy for each other, balancing work and our love life wasn't much of an option.

I was heartbroken when he left me, crying for month. Until I met my current boyfriend Jack, well now ex. I met him 4 months after I broke up with Tom and we got together 3 weeks after, hitting it off.

He was really sweet at the start, taking me on dates and getting me flowers, at that point me and Tom were still friends but barely talked to each other. When he found out, I could tell he was angry and hurt, distancing himself more.

I just ignored Toms stubborn reaction and focused on Jack. 7 months into the relationship I was scrolling through his phone, looking at pictures of us together and smiling, his body asleep next to me. I accidently clicked into his messages, seeing "pizza hut" saved as a contact. I furrowed my eyebrows, maybe it was a silly prank between his friends? I decided to click on it, seeing if he was planning any cute dates or a surprise for my birthday since it was next week.

My heart dropped as I saw the messages, photos exchanged of themselves naked and videos of them fucking, the messages they sent to each other were dirty, disgusting even.

I quickly closed the phone and set it down, turning on the lamp and shaking Jack awake, confronting him. He tried to deny it but of course the proof was right there, then he gaslighting came. I just sobbed, kicking him out of the house.

I woke up the next day, it was 7pm already, my eyes red and puffy from crying all night. "I need to get out..I can't cry over that asshole" I got up, grabbing the sluttiest dress I could find and doing my makeup and hair, quickly putting some heels on before texting my friends, asking if any parties were on.

To my surprise there was, she sent the address and it was walking distance, I grabbed my keys and ran out the front door, locking it behind me. I started to walk to the house, anxiety flowing through me.

As I got to the party I rushed to the alcohol section, finding any drink I could get my hands on, needing to drown my sadness. I settled on a bottle of vodka, snatching it and walking over to an empty couch, chugging it, the clear liquid burning my throat.

I started to cry again, the images of the texts flashing in my head again. I continued to sip at the vodka, nearly halfway done. "Jesus christ Y/N.." I heard a familiar voice, my head shot up and eyes widened as I saw Tom standing there, a concerned look on his face.

"Fuck..you can't see me like this.." I groaned, he sat down, rubbing a hand on my thigh, "what happened?" he sighed heavily, I could tell he was still mad at me but he cared, he always did.

"Jack cheated on me.." I choked out a sob, tears gushing down my face, drenching my dress. He pulled me close, running a hand through my hair, "I told you he was an idiot but you refused to listen" he grunted.

"Now I'm fucking single..I kicked him out" I slurred my words, a small smile plastered on his face but soon faded. "Let's get you somewhere quiet and stop with the alcohol, hm?" he smiled softly, I nodded and held onto him and he guided me to an empty bedroom.

Once we arrived he patted his lap, "cmon liebe" I rushed over to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping my legs around his waist, burying my face into his neck.

"I know what can cheer you up.." he whispered softly in my ear, his hand trailing down to my ass, rubbing it softly. I pulled back and looked at him, biting my lip, "really?" "yes really, lay back on the bed schatz.." he grinned, pushing me onto the bed.

I watched as he slithered between my legs, fingers tracing over my curves softly, one hand reaching up my dress and pulling my panties off. "Be a good girl, ok?" he said sternly "fine.." I giggled, hiking my dress up.

"Fuck..missed this pussy" he groaned, palming his cock. I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling it down and pressing my lips against his, he smirked against my lips, pulling his pants off with one hand.

He deepened the kiss as he slid his boxers off, one hand caressing my hips. "Let me fuck you baby.." he murmered, pulling away and looking into my eyes, I looked down at his cock, it was throbbing, desperate for any kind of attention.

I smirked and spread my legs, he grabbed onto my hips, slowly pushing in and stretching me out for the first time in a while, Jack wasn't nearly as big as Tom, I knew I had to get used to his cock again.

"Ah!" I cried out, holding onto his biceps as he bottomed himself out, filling me up. "Fuckkk.." he groaned "you're so fucking tight, was Jack ever this deep in you?" he smirked, a hand coming to the back of my head and pulling my hair roughly.

"No.." I whimpered, he chuckled and started to slam himself into me, pounding at my hole relentlesly. "That's right, he'll never fuck you like I do" he growled, nails digging into my hips harshly.

I moaned loudly as his tip rammed into my g spot, intense waves of pleasure crashing throughout my body, "holy fuck!" I cried out, tears pricking at my eyes, threatening to come out.

"So fucking good.." he groaned, throwing his head back as his cock constantly dissapeared in my cunt, squelching noises coming from my pussy as his length pounded into it.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, the music too loud for anyone else to hear our lovemaking session. I felt a knot form in my stomach, the burning in my heat becoming more prominent, my orgasm dangerously close.

He smirked, feeling my pussy softly clench on his cock, his length starting to twitch inside me, "gonna cum baby.." he moaned, rubbing rough circles on my clit, trying to get me to cum with him.

I whimpered and came on his cock, my orgasm washing over me. As soon as my pussy clenched harder on him he came, squirting his load into me, coating my walls completely.

"Oh my god.." he sighed, falling back onto the bed and trying to catch his breath. I rolled over to climbed on top of his chest, putting his cock back in me, "round 2?" I grinned, he chuckles "how could I say no"

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @bkaulitzlover

[jell0buss-37]

hiiiii i am absolutely in LOOOVEEEE with your fics<3333

i wanted to request something for peter b parker x fem!reader where it’s just a day in their life (domestic fic basically :3) like the reader owns a flower shop so she gets dressed in the morning so she can open it all while peter is watching her from the bed and talking about all the plans she has for today (and maybe telling her why she can’t stay for awhile in bed with him🤭🤭) then maybe once she’s at the shop, peter stops by to talk to her and leaves her lunch so she isn’t hungry :33

AND maybe possibly peter helping an old lady pick out some flowers and reader being surprised he knows what flowers go with what LMAO

i hope this makes sense and i would love to see what you do with this<33333

have an amazing day/night 🤍

This is so cute 🥺 and thank you!! I hope you like it. I got to use my flower language!

A day with Peter B!

He's most likely coming in from a long night of being spiderman, slipping out of his suit and under the covers next to you around 6 in the morning

You usually wake up around that same time, and aren't usually in bed at the same time as him, usually just walking out as he walks in

But it's a Sunday

And so you both cuddle in the early hours of the day, quiet mumbles passed between you two

Because it was Sunday, you opened your flower shop at 10 instead of 7 in the morning

You had sat up in bed at about 8, his arms around your waist and his head nestled into your stomach, your legs on either side of him, running your fingers through his hair, as he sighs in content

These were his favorite moments

He's dozing off, completely at peace, when you have to get up and start getting ready

He tightens his arms around you, a sound of protest leaving his lips

"Gimme like... 5 more days." "Pete, I have to make breakfast at least."

You end up having to get a muffin at a coffee shop near your flower shop

By around 12:30, he stops by to do his daily visit

"You never gave me my goodbye kiss :(" "Petie, you had your head under the pillows. I had to kiss your shoulder." "It's not the same :((("

He brings you some of his brownies that he had made at around 11 when he woke up that day before heading to see you

You two sit in the back office as he tells you about how his night went

He also brought the leftovers from last night that you had set aside for him

"This was my third plate. Your lasagna always hits the spot honey!"

In turn you tell him about your day so far, and he listens intently. No matter how wild his life as a hero is, he always finds your life interesting

You guys actually met when he was stopping these robbers from breaking into your store. You had been in the back, a baseball bat by your side, shaking

You almost hit him, but he dodged it and helped calm you down

He thought you were really headstrong, and stopped by the next day

He actually was too scared to talk to you, his confidence leaving him every time you'd smile

It took him a week to properly start talking to you

And you've been inseparable since

You guys finish your little lunch at around 1:30

On his way out, he quickly picks out a bouquet and hands it to what looked like a new couple

"Get her some red tulips and red roses. It means I love you newly in flower talk."

He absolutely loves whenever you'd ramble on about different flowers and what they meant

You were always so passionate whenever you spoke about them

And it made you blush whenever you catch him staring at you with such a lovesick look in his eyes

And so you couldn't help but smile whenever he'd help out your customers

He leaned over the counter, planting a big ol kiss to your lips, grabbing your face between his hands

"Big Smooch!" He'd say before doing it

"There's more where that came from ;)"

It always left you flustered, even after he'd flash that goofy grin and flutter his eyelashes at you, almost skipping out the door and on his way back to your guys' apartment

He usually goes back to take his evening nap before you came home to wake him up and have dinner with him before he went to work as the vigilante on Sundays

But when you get off of work at 7:00, you're surprised to see him waiting outside your door, wearing a suit and holding one of your favorite dresses, along with some of your shoes and some of your makeup

"Get ready, doll face. I'm taking you out tonight, and taking the night off to romance your ass."

You roll your eyes, before getting changed in your office, dressing up nicely for him

"Okay pretty lady, hang on tight!"

He swings you two over to a nice restaurant

You guys enjoy a night of laughter and good food, drinking wine and having a lovely date at 8:30

By 9:30 or 10, it didn't really matter, you guys were back in your living room, dancing to a song neither of you cared to learn the name of

You'd start out fast dancing, honestly just stumbling and shuffling around eachother

Then eventually he'd hold you in his arms, your head on his shoulder, his hand holding yours over his heart, the other wrapped safely around your waist. Ever the gentleman

Eventually you'd doze off, and he'd carry you to bed and watch you as you rest peacefully, his heart racing as he watches you

By 11:30, you both are out like a light, in each other's arms and dreaming of more days like this

[weird-dere-writes]

Okay so your demon slayer oc/self insert. A hashira? Civilian? Have you made posts already, would you link them? Would you share the lore with me? New lore. Old lore. Repeated lore. I'll take all the lore. And I'll take anything about your kny s/o too. Tell me does giyuu treat you well? What do you like most about him? What are your nighttime routines together look like? I MUST KNOW.

Hi my precious Nemo!!! :DDDDDDD

I have made exactly one ☝🏾 post on my kny self insert, linked here~

She is indeed a hashira mhm mhm 🙂‍↕️. Cloud hashira ☁️🤍.

Some new lore about her:

She grew up at the tippy top of a mountain, very close to the clouds. Sometimes her home would be inshrouded in them if they were particularly low.

Not only that but bc she was high up, she also had unfiltered access to the stars in the sky every night. Could see the milky way up in there type beat. Could tie into her nebula ability mentioned in the link <3.

She would always dream about cloud creatures coming to visit her during the warmer months as a child. Dragons, puppy like creatures, rams, little living flowers, etc. During the colder months, people made of stars (what she would later learn were her ancestors) are who would come to visit her dreams.

Also thinking she didn't travel down the mountain for the first time until she was like 12. It took a lot of adjusting, and to this day she still sometimes has a few problems with social skills or doesn't understand how things function in farmable and shoppable spaces. Like the way Inosuke's brain exploded at the entertainment district? That would be her the first time she just sees a train.

Aaahhhh and as for my lovely Giyuu 💙

I do love him dearly <33333. He treats me well. I feel like he and I understand each other like no other hashira or possibly anybody else due to our somewhat lack of social skills tbh lmao.

We kinda advocate for each other too. Like I am a lot more expressive and happy seeming than he is, but the very moment I am uncomfortable or I desire to exit a situation he snaps into action and does something about it by interfering with whatever is causing my displeasure. Other times he will be himself and say something that pisses the other hashira off with no explanation, and I am immediately explaining what he ACTUALLY means (cus i just know somehow), sometimes throwing whatever energy they are giving him atm back at them.

Sometimes without even thinking, I will accidentally just read him to filth (no malice) and expose all his deeper feelings in front of all the hashira. Not that what I said is anything he explicitly told me, I just get a vibe and I say I what I feel fr.

He will look down after, face still completely neutral but with the tips of his ears tinging red. It is probably a little embarrassing for him, but also it does help the other hashira understand him better. Mitsuri starts calling me the Water Whisperer LMAO.

What I like most about him is how considerate he is. Like yes he is a little stoic, but in his heart he holds a lot of feelings. The story of his haori and why he is the way he is now, shows me how deeply he loves and cares. And him singlehandedly turning Tanjiro's life around after disaster? Being the only one to believe in him and even stake his life on it? AUGH. The way even the littlest gifts touch him 🥺🥺🥺 (thinking about this post with his favorite food).

As for our evening/nightly routine 🩵

Normally I will cook dinner. He does too, but I do more often. (He normally cooks breakfast cus he is always up before me.)

After dinner, we will spend some time together sitting outside. Maybe a few murmurs here and there, but mostly silent as we just mindfully experience nature. We let our food register and we take the time to enjoy peace for just a short while (with the grand scheme of demon hunting, y'know, being rather heavy.)

After our time outside, we dress down a bit and do some stretching/yoga together inside.

If he's just getting back from a mission recently, I will normally have made him a little treat when I made dinner that I give him now (after stretching) with a kiss on the cheek.

After that we bathe, and the rest of the night is spent doing whatever we please, together or parallel with one another.

Closer to bed time we have a cuddle session. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we simply feel one another, sometimes we seek comfort, sometimes we are just content and relaxing. Whatever the case, we are being intentional with our physical affection.

When it comes to actually falling asleep, we are no longer cuddling. We always end up separate, but facing the other; looking at one another and touching our hands together in some way. At the first sign of the other drifting off, one of us always starts smiling while watching.

Sometimes, we do share dreams. Not that we actually lucidly meet one another in them. But like in the morning I will tell him what I dreamed about and more times than not, he will tell me he dreamed of something similar, or something different that happened in a similar way. Or there are times where like our positions in dreams are one to one, but the dreams are still completely different somehow. Like I will dream I am holding him as he hangs off a cliff, and he will dream he is dangling off a cliff and I'm trying to save him but everything else about our two dreams are different. When we have dreams like that that are scary and one to one, I get a little paranoid for a while and wanna stay close to him in general for the next few days 👁👁.

Anyways, the next morning he gently wakes me and kisses me on my face somewhere and then we have the breakfast he cooked <3.

Thank u for this ask beloved, thinking about this was so lovely <33333

🥰😘💋💋💋💋💋

[sttoru]

OH MY GOD RINA 😶 ANON HERE--

ty for the bday wishes <33 !! means so much to me, your blog is one of my happy places (not only do you write INCREDIBLE fics but the way you interact with others is just MWAHHH) and it means so much you have no idea :)

so. the date!!!! he's acc the sweetest guy ever. we met at the cafe and he gave me flowers (coincidentally my mother's favorite!?!?!?!?!) but didnt stay long cause it sucked. so we went to a park and it had ducks and we fed them bread <33 one of the ducks hated me and tried to bite me tho but 'mr toji' scared it away 🤭 istg im in love with this man

he had to get a call so he left for a bit while i watched the ducks but he was gone for a while (i got kinda scared) but it turns out he was calling his friends and he was telling them abt me 😭😭😭 but it was surprising cause its nothing like finding boy's gc's, they were like hyping him up and telling him that i was a keeper. RAHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS REAL

so i realized i was eavesdropping and went back and decided to play a prank and do the same to him, so i called my friends an started gushing abt this god of a guy and he caught me kicking my feet AHHHH

but then he looked at me dead in the eyes and proceeded to tell me what he told his friends. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHSHAFHDLJKGDHUIFAJNDGSHLKEF rina help are there ANY icks or red flags in this guy?? i feel like im falling WAY to fast and he's falling with meeeee .... i dont want to find any red flags or anything ofc but theres NO WAY this man is this fine <33333 and its hard enough to find someone who can understand asl and doesn't mind me being mute. like people bully me for this shit, who finds it attractive??

anywho have a great day rina!! thanks for the bday wishes and listening to my rants 😭

HEY BAEEEE welcome back 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 thank u so muchhhh YIPPIEEEEEEEE !!!!

omg okokok he got u flowers ‘n was bragging about u to his friends perioooooodddd 🙂‍↕️ . sounds very adorableeeee like smth out of a fairytail to be honestttt, good for u !!! /gen

also i had a genuine question; if you’re mute, does that mean you can’t talk at all? bcs that’s what google says n stuff (or that u can only make certain noises). how did u communicate with ur friends over the phone? 👭

BUUUT for as far as i know, only based on the information i have rn, it’s nothing icky or theres no red flag i can sense? so BEST OF LUCK BAE !! take care and make sure there isnt anything fishy going on w him — i can advise you to not rush into things, bcs that never ends well, so go on a couple more dates and then see what your gut tells you XX

[vegley]

the new art that you posted is literally so good 😭😭 the one with the dead eggs. There is just so much effort and details put into it. Like the flowers in Juanaflippas hair are the colors of the trans flag (pink, white and blue) and the flower crown tilin is making are the colors of the non binary flag (yellow, purple, white) the little gegg behind juanaflippa. The drawing on the walls of the slimeriana family, tilin and quackity, dantdm. Bobby is drawing his mama and papa. Bobby's bracelets are the main colors of his parents (red + blue for roier and blue + purple for jaiden) the tiny federation workers and cucurucho toys. The duckie plush. AAAA IT IS SO GOOD!!

i’m so glad you like it <33333 i had so much fun putting everything in, i really love this server and these eggs and i’m super glad i’m able to express that through my art that other people can enjoy too :D

some other details i wanna make note of heheh:

a bunch of bobby’s animals are here! namely mapachito y mapachita, his lion, and his bear :)

there is a book on the ground meant to represent bad’s story to charlie about “limecicle”

a sprig of lavender in the same cup as tilín’s flag because that was their favourite flower

the roses in bobby’s hair since they still represent him :)

little peach sticker meant to represent the flippa parody of the peaches song

pinwheel in trump’s shelf and cherry blossom flowers in his hair to represent maxo’s house

again though i’m so glad you had fun looking at the drawing and taking in my silly little art <3333 thank you for the support it really means so much

[nightly-ruse]

Cloudtail and Brightheart designs <33333

Yes I did make Cloud a point what are you gonna do about it? Honestly I just colored him in white like canon and then I had the stray idea of him as a point and I just had to do it. Now I love it. I also made sure to make Bright literally beautiful bc I hate how the writers always say “once beautiful cat” like no?? She’s the prettiest kitty and that didn’t change after her attack. So I gave her blue eyes with partially yellow color on the bottom of her eye. It really bugs me when ppl calm down her scars so I made sure she had them and they weren’t hidden by hair or flowers.

also some alt cloud points I liked as well:

One brown like his momma Princess and the other ginger like Fire. I really really love the brown point one but I want Whitewing and Dewnose to both be gray/lilac points so I kept him as a lilac point

(ID- Brightheart is a rather lanky tall cat with many scars across her body, particularly tearing the whole left side of her face, across her throat, back of her front leg, front of her back leg, and a dog bite on her shoulder, her right ear is also torn slightly and slightly limp. She has a round pale blue eye with yellow on the bottom with hearts in her eyes. Her pelt is mostly white with a peachy orange on her tail, back end of her bottom and back legs, back front paw, right ear, heart on her chest, and the toes on her front paw. A gingery red color goes across her orange markings in spotty stripes, mostly on her back legs, nose, chin, ear tip, and on her heart shaped eyelash. She has a small smile and is looking off to the top right of the screen. Her tail tip hangs down and the edge is white in a heart shape. Cloudtail is much shorter and very fluffy, with a big mane, slightly shorter fluffy tail, and fluffy all down his belly. His nose has tufts on it to and his chin is scruffy. He has rather thick eyelashes and circular pupils that are a dark blue with a almost purple pale blue on the bottom. He has light blue, slightly purple to tinged point markings on his face, tail, legs, and ears. Darker blue purple is on his ears, middle of his face, tip of his tail, and paws. He is sticking his tongue out and his inner ears/nose is a light pink. The alternate designs are the same but shifted, one with brown point markings and the other with orange markings. End ID)

[vrisrezis]

hi admin👐, this is the first time i have ordered from this specific fandom... but can you give me a Brett inside job with a male reader, having a crush on him?

<33333 aaaaaa I got excited for this one

- I think Brett is the kinda guy that gets very nervous, all red faced and whatnot with a crush and he’s very in touch with his sexuality so this is how it is regardless of gender <3

- he tries to keep that attraction towards you to himself, deep down he is very insecure and doesn’t really think he has much of a chance. Sure everyone else thinks he’s attractive but … you’re not like everyone else.

- it couldn’t be more obvious to everyone else that he likes you though, whenever you’re in the picture he becomes an absolute mess of emotions and even stutters from time to time he’s honestly like a blushing amity

- despite this though the guy loves being physically affectionate and giving you lotsa hugs

- he’s also considerate enough to buy you things he knows you’d enjoy because, he is a good listener

- he will not notice any signs you give off though, even if you’re being flirtatious and shit like he can not get a fucking clue and it is horrible for the gang to witness

- also him just staring at you at all times even when he thinks you’re not looking. Staring at you for an uncomfortable amount of time is his idea of flirting it seems.

- “Brett you good?” “H-huh!! Oh! Y-yeah! I’m cool. So cool. Coolio. The coolest.” “…. Okay…”

- and totally hits himself for being uncool.

- it takes forever for him to actually ask you out because he’s so nervous about “what if they don’t like me” sort of thing, and “what if they’re not even gay?!”

- but gigi is really good at reassuring him he’ll be fine :)

- when he does ask you out he’s very VERY nervous and stutters a lot through it but he was nice enough to get you flowers :)

- “I- i just.. umm… I really REALLY like you and … I- I don’t know.. I guess I just wanted… t-to a-ask you… ifyouwouldliketogoonadatewithmesometime”

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Before and After

A/n: I am so sorry for my inactivity. There is just so much right now! Another work that I am not 1000% happy with but its been sitting for to long so its goin out! Thank you @edupunkn00b for the suggestion, you’re one of my favorite writers so I hope you like it <33333

Pairings: Intuloceit (my beloved)

Warnings: curseing, slight innuendo, food, alcohol mention, drunk minor character, and weird formatting :/ (let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 827 (almost as short as my friends)

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The lens fazed in and out of focus before settling on a clear shot of the hall.

Blue, yellow, and green flowers lined the isle. The empty black folding chairs all pointed towards an elevated surface bearing an altar adorned with flowers and ribbons.

“Patton?” a voice called from off-screen. “Yeah, Lo,” Patton called back.

“Mom wants to know where she should put Remus and Janus’ flowers before they get here” Logan, wearing a blue tuxedo holding three bouquets, asked, stepping into frame.

“I don’t know, Roman and Virgil will be heading over to get them so-”

The footage cut off and changed to the floral pattern of someone's shirt. After a minute the shirt wearer moved and the hall returned in view.

Logan stood next to his brother at the altar nervously clutching a green and yellow bouquet. Patton nudged him and smiled.

Janus, in a yellow suit holding green and blue flowers, was halfway up the aisle on the left. He was accompanied by Virgil, wearing a purple dress and holding his arm with a sad smile.

The two stared at each other with heart eyes before Remus appeared from the right, wearing a green dress and holding blue and yellow flowers.

His brother, in red, stood next to him but had chosen not to hold his hand.

They all looked so incredibly in love.

The person marrying them cleared their throat, floral shirt stepped in front of the camera again and the footage changed.

The after-party was decorated in blacks, whites, and grays.

Logan, Janus, and Remus, now newlyweds, stepped onto the dance floor holding hands. With Janus sandwiched between Remus and Logan they began the first dance.

No children by the mountain goats played behind them. (the song I want at my wedding lol)

Remus, ever entertained, started laughing, Janus and Logan tried to contain their laughter but quickly succumbed to the giggles. The dancing stopped and the grooms caught their breath.

Janus grabbed Logan's hand and spun him as the chorus began.

The footage changed.

A drunk Virgill stood on a platform.

Janus sat just on screen, his face a bright red. “-and that is how Remus and Janus met. Janus didn’t want me to tell that story, but it's his wedding, I get to be mean” Virgil lifted his glass, “to a good beginning and an even better end”

Off-screen, Remus whooped as the crowd toasted them. Roman stepped onto the platform.

“Well that was an interesting story Virgil will most definitely regret telling later” the crowded chuckled, “But moving on, Congrats Remus, you have officially beat me at getting married”

“Hell yeah, I did!” Remus yelled from offscreen. Roman rolled his eyes, “yeah he’s gonna hold that over me until the day I die”

“Well got on proposing to emo-man and I might not” Roman turned bright red, “Remus!”

The footage changed.

Logan stood with an evil grin and a fist full of cake.

Remus was covered in cake and had taken to licking it off his dress. Janus was trying to stay cleaner, dodging the chunks of cake launched at him from both his partners.

“aaAAGG” Logan cried, the camera swiveled back to him. A cupcake had been squished into his hair, Patton stood behind him with an innocent smile and icing on his hands.

Logan grabbed a fistful of cake and smeared it on Patton’s face.

Patton squealed and the footage changed.

“-mus put me down this is highly un- REMUS” Remus burst out of the front door carrying Logan bridal style. Janus trailed behind laughing so hard tears streamed down his face.

He threw Logan into the car, gesturing for Janus to hurry up, and slammed the door behind them.

The screen went dark.

Remy stared at the black square with wide eyes, “That was what your wedding was like”

Logan nodded, “yes, it was… a lot of fun,” he said with a smile.

Janus snorted, “that’s one way of putting it. I’m just glad we didn’t get Virgil’s speech on record. I might have died”

Their ten year old son wiped around, “well now I got to know.” Logan laughed, “you don’t have to know anything. I’m going to go get dinner started, help me ‘mus?”

Remus hopped up from his seat on top of Janus, “yep!” and in a stage whisper he said, “I’ll tell you about it later”

“You most certainly will not!!!” Janus cried racing after his husbands, “and I won't let Virgil tell him either”

Remy stared after his parents, even after 13 years of marriage they still looked at each other with as much love as they did on their wedding day… and as much annoyance.

He wanted his wedding to go the same way.

[rostovs-lover]

dalí on tuesday

charlie dalton x reader | cursing, smoking, brief mentions of sexual things, charlie (probably) has daddy issues, cameron | she/her pronouns | fluff | wc.2562

i am in love with charlie, this is now a charlie dalton centric blog, also ignore how terrible the title is please

anon : Hi!! I love your blog! can I request a charlie Dalton x reader fluff where reader is an artist and he visits them while they're painting? (maybe they end up wiping paint on his face?) I don't know, something really sweet at cute <33333

Charlie Dalton had been resigned to relish in small pleasures to keep himself sane at school, never did he think the library would be one of those. More specifically, the painter tucked into the basement of the library. 

                            ───☮︎───

     Charlie Dalton was a connoisseur of many things. Pretty girls, expensive wine, shitty poetry, and hand rolled cigarettes - to name a few. His imprisonment at Wellington made only one of those things readily available. So he settled - boxes of cheap smokes bought through upperclassmen, bottles of grocery store wine someone would sneak in from a party, and the two girls that occasionally came with Knox. The shitty poetry was always on deck, he had that at least. It was a tragedy to be resigned to such a bland life, there was absolutely no carpe diem-ing happening in a school that held adolescent boys to uniforms.

      It was miserable, truly, but Charlie scrapped by on the thought that soon enough there would be no more stuffy Catholic school and he could finally have a taste of freedom. In the meantime, he would have what little fun he could. The meets in the cave were always the highlight of the week. A place where he could talk and people would listen, and not because they had to but because they enjoyed it. They enjoyed his words and thoughts and presence. No one else had ever really seemed to enjoy Charlie’s presence. They could tolerate it, handle it, but they always had more pressing matters. A business meeting to attend, a bill to pay, a dinner to go to. Always something just a little bit more important and never quite enough time for Charlie. But the other Dead Poets, they valued him. He wasn’t just a kid, a college tuition to pay and a life to layout. He was a person, with interests and hobbies.

      It had been there, in the safe haven of the cave, that the idea for the library first came up. Meeks had already talked Pitts into coming, Neil didn’t take much convincing at all, Todd was also easy to lure, Cameron groaned about leaving school grounds but refused to be left out, and Knox agreed to go but only if Nuwanda came too. Charlie had already started to cover what there was to do at a library, read?

      Meeks dove into the technical manuals and Pitts followed tentatively, cradling their science project in his arms. Todd had followed Neil to the S authors, Cameron was trying to chat up the woman at the register, and God only knew what Knox was doing. He had been stranded with few options. He could find the geniuses and be talked over for the next hour or third wheel Neil but that guaranteed intruding on something he probably shouldn’t. The polite thing to do would be to rescue Cameron from making a complete fool of himself, throwing bad pick up lines at a clearly uninterested college student, but it was amusing to watch.

      Charlie settled on trying to find Knox, at least then he could have some company. Said company was absolutely nowhere to be found. The rows of shelves wound in a confusing maze and Charlie was lost before he could even begin to look. Weaving around he did come face-to-face with a rather large picture of Charles Dickens that made him recoil. It was perched just at eye level above a short staircase and it seemed to judge his every movement. Charlie followed the carpeted stairs down to escape Mister Dickens’ strange little beard and beady black eyes.

      The further down the steps Charlie descended the brighter it appeared. The lower level was the children’s section. Considerably more fun than science books or Shakespeare. The big oak counter was abandoned but the lights were still on. He was alone, still.

      Charlie sighed, sitting down in one of the bright red wooden chairs. He was much too big for it but it held well under his weight. A sad stuffed bear stared dully into him from the green glossy table.

      “Well hello,” He mumbled, picking it up under the arms, “And you must be?” He cleared his throat to take on a gruff baritone, “Mister... Bearington,” Charlie sighed, that was bad. He dropped the bear into his lap, “This is so stupid,”

      “Bearington?”

      Charlie shot around in the chair, tipping himself off center and stumbling to his feet, bear still clutched in his arms, “Where the hell did you come from?”

      “A few blocks over, walked here actually.” You turned back to your work. A painting. Not just a painting, Charlie realized, a mural. It stretched the length of the wall, roughly sketched in pencil and waiting to be finished.

      He blinked, “That’s good. The wall I mean,”

      “Thank you,” Your face flustered and Charlie took notice, “It’s not much of anything yet, just an outline. It’ll look better painted.”

      He took a few steps closer, sidling up to you, “What’s it supposed to be?”

      “A forest,” You pointed to a rotund blob perched on a long line, “That’s an owl, and there’s going to be a fox somewhere down in the grass,”

      Charlie grinned, “That’s an owl?”

      “That-” you tapped the blob, “Is a shape, objectively. Subjectively, it’s an owl.”

      His brow creased, “Subjectively it’s an owl? That's like saying Mister Bearington is a rabbit, subjectively,”

      You stared at him, baffled. It was almost irritating that he could so casually come down to your domain and invade your creative bubble. And it was even worse that he talked to himself as a stuffed bear but now he was challenging your judgment on what was and was not subjectively an owl. But he had a wonderful smile and it lessened the intrusion. Plus, you had never seen a teenage boy develop an attachment to a stuffed bear as quickly as he had, “What’s your name?”

      “Nuwanda,” He grinned, setting his chin atop his bear’s plush head.

      “Nuwanda?” You blinked at him, “That’s… neat. I’ve never heard that before.”

      “What can I say? The only Nuwanda this side of Vermont. What’s your name?”

      As you opened your mouth to answer several sets of footsteps thundered down the stairs. Knox spun around the corner first, closely followed by Pitts and Meeks.

      “Charlie!” Knox called, “We gotta go before Cameron proposes to the clerk.”

      You looked at the boy in front of you, “Is Charlie short for Nuwanda, or just a nickname?”

      He shrugged, “I’m Nuwanda, subjectively. It was truly a pleasure meeting you. Can’t wait to see your thing DaVinci!” He set the stuffed bear back on the table as he made his way out of the room. With Charlie’s energy gone it became much quieter and you were plunged back into the impressionistic outline of your artwork.

      The next time a library trip was suggested Charlie didn’t completely dread it. Yes, it was still numbingly boring because it was a library and he didn’t have clerks to fall in love with, people to write love letters to, anyone to kiss in the aisles, or a spaceship to build, but he did have his own personal Van Gough to torment.

      The lower level was the first place he went, not even hanging his coat on the rack inside the big double doors. He made his way past Cameron’s preoccupied receptionist and under Dickens’ hard glower. Halfway down the steps, the smell hit Charlie. Wet paint.

      You had just picked out a brush when he pulled one of the wooden chairs next to your station. He sat in it backwards, holding Mister Bearington out in front of him, “Never got your name Monet,”

      “Well, it's not that. Or Da Vinci.” You stroked the brush up the grassy outline.

      “Do you want me to guess?”

      You had yet to look at him, “Nope,”

      “Are you gonna tell me?”

      “Should I?”

      “Obviously, I told you my name.”

      You set the brush down and turned to face him, “(Name).”

      “Pretty,”

      Charlie Dalton liked many things and the musty old library uptown had never been one of them. It had ancient red carpets and gaudy gold ceilings and it was trying too hard to look regal. So it was a sheer shock when he began to leap at the suggestion of going and even more so when he chose to go by himself one afternoon. Naturally, the other poets followed him, they had to.

      Charlie didn’t dally upstairs, waving hi to the clerk and rushing down to the children’s section. A sign was posted outside the entrance warning of wet paint but he stepped around it.

      “You’re making progress Picasso!” He set his hands on his hips and took in the wall.

      You turned back to look at him, “Did you not see the caution: wet paint, do not enter sign?”

      “Oh no I saw it,” He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, “It's bright orange, hard to miss, really,”

      “So you just chose to ignore it?”

      He nodded, making his way over to sit by you on the ground, “I choose to ignore lots of things, it really makes life easier,”

      You shook your head, “Are you just going to sit here and bother me?”

      “Yes, that's actually the whole reason I came today, believe it or not.”

      You blubbered in vague disbelief, “Please tell me you’re not serious,”

      “Dead serious,” Charlie grinned, leaning closer, “I had to see how your weird owl was going. And also make sure you hadn’t gone mad and cut your own ear off yet,”

      “You’ve already used the Van Gogh joke, Charles,”

      “Maybe I want your ear,”

      You paused, “You… what?”

      Charlie’s confidence cracked, “That was bad. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to sound that way. It was like, a bad pickup line? Because Van Gogh cut his ear off to send to his girlfriend,” He sighed, shaking his head, “Sorry,”

      “I mean if I had to pick someone to give my ear too I guess you would be my first choice?”

      Charlie looked at you, eyebrows pinched together, “Why?”

      You shrugged, “No one else has asked, first come first serve.” You dipped your brush back into the blue paint and went to work on a patch of flowers.

      “Huh, well I do appreciate it,” Charlie scooted closer, leaning over your shoulder. He was close, very close. When you took a breath you could smell his cologne and whatever it was he used in his hair and you could feel the edge of his sunglasses brush your ear. He brought an arm around to dip his finger into the soft sky colour on your palette. And then he wiped it on your nose.

      You gasped sharply at the foreign feeling, snapping your head to the side to glare at him, “Why?!”

      Charlie snickered, leaning back, “The opportunity presented itself, how could I just let that pass?”

      You reached back, squirting a touch of purple paint over the palm of your hand, “That was truly a horrible idea,”

      Charlie shot up just as you did, stumbling backwards, “I’m sorry-” He stuck his hands up in surrender, “I regret my actions and if I could take them back I would,”

      “Hmm, but you can’t” You took a step closer, “Surrender now and it doesn’t have to get any messier than this,”

      He pointed towards your paint coated hand, “Do not,”

      You grinned, “I might,”

      “I’m begging,”

      “Fine-” You offered him your other hand, “Truce?”

      Charlie mulled it over for a moment, “Fine, truce,” He grabbed your clean hand and you used it to pull him towards you.

          “Why on earth would you trust me?” You tugged him even closer as he shrieked and smeared your hand down his cheek, “There, now we’re even,”

      Getting distracted by your triumph gave Charlie the upper hand. He pulled you to him the same you had done to him and pressed his cheek flush to yours. The paint was cold against your skin and you jolted back, away from him.

      “Vile,” You hissed, “You are vile and evil. That's so cold. You will pay, I hope you know that.”

      Charlie snorted, “Oh please, what’re you gonna do?”

      “You underestimate me, you ass, I’ll figure something out,”

      “Will you?” Charlie grinned, “I will be waiting in anticipation,”

      “You better be,”

      Meeks elbowed back into Cameron’s ribs, “You’re going to knock me over,”

      Cameron craned his neck further to peek around the corner into the children’s section, “I just want to see, let me look,”

      “Nothing is happening-” Meeks snipped, “They’re just talking now and I might be able to hear if you could can it!”

      Cameron rolled his eyes, “Of course, whatever you say,”

      “Will you shut up?” Knox batted at Cameron’s shoulder, “They’ll see us, we’re not super well hidden,”

      “If you don’t stop talking they’ll realize we’re here,” Pitts mumbled, rolling his eyes. Cameron started to rebuttal, turning to look at Gerard but the motion knocked Meeks out of place and he gasped, stumbling forwards. This did indeed draw Charlie’s attention.

      “Meeks, what the hell?” Charlie snapped. He was in a state, sunglasses askew in his hair, paint smeared from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth, and his shirt was wrinkled away from his collarbone.

      Meeks stared, “Hi Charlie. Are there any textbooks down here, uh… the science ones?”

      Knox groaned, stepping out from behind the wall as well, “We wanted to see why you came here on a Tuesday afternoon by yourself,”

      Charlie blubbered, “Did you all come? Is Keating there too?”

      “He could be,” Meeks shrugged.

      Charlie rolled his eyes, “Will you leave, I’ll be upstairs in a second,” The other poets nodded, scampering up the steps to the first level.

      “Assholes, should have known they’d come,” Charlie sighed, adjusting the sunglasses atop his head, “I need to go before they decide to intrude again. I’ll see you soon though, anxiously anticipating payback,”

      He was almost out the door when you bucked up the courage to call out to him, “Charlie, wait.” You let him turn back to you before continuing, “Could I have your phone number?”

      He clicked his teeth, “Don’t have one, private school. But I’ll find the library number in the books and try to shoot you a call sometime,” He winked and started back up to his friends.

      Knox was waiting at the landing with a handful of tissues, which he shoved into Charlie’s hands, “So you’re gonna read your stupid poem about tits at a Dead Poets meet and then not tell us you’ve got a girlfriend?”

      Charlie grabbed the tissues, “Not my girlfriend, I meet her like two weeks ago,”

      “Didn’t stop Knox,” Neil elbowed him.

      Charlie wiped at his face, “Well I’m not Knox. I like her painting, she's good.”

      “It looks like she was painting you,” Cameron slapped at Charlie’s chest and he threw the tissues at him in retaliation.

      “Shut up, at least my library worker actually talks to me,”

      Cameron fumbled with the dirty material, batting it away from his chest, “You dick!”

      Charlie grinned, pulling his glasses down and starting towards the door. Something about it was thrilling, having this to himself. A little secret that he and you shared. His personal Salvador Dalí, something to look forwards to besides bad tobacco and Keating’s eccentric lectures. It was bright and exciting and he felt seen. He felt important. The blue paint he had stolen from your tray was still on the tip of his pointer finger and he wondered how long it would be until he could see you again.

 ( @interwebseriesfan24 )

[aitarose]

OKOKOK NOW I WOULD LOVE TO REQUEST A PERSONALITY MATCHUP PRETTY PLEASE !!! <3333 sfw only :,)

anime: attack on titan !

desired gender: anyone works <3

general age: 16-19

major personality traits: i’m introverted, kind (I HOPE), a music lover, i also love kids, optimistic, and pretty chill, but I can get energetic if i’m with the right people! i also laugh quite a lot LMAOAKEJE

mbti: infp

star sign: gemini (my birthday is in the late of may)

favorite hobbies + activities: listening to music, playing music on my instruments, reading literature and understanding it, going on walks, picking a random playlist and daydreaming, talking about my day out loud (idk it‘s therapeutic no questions asked 🕴HASNJHB) doing my hair + makeup, writing, and watching anime !

ideal first date/dream date: i would love to go drive out in the country to go stargaze! or a planetarium date, i just think the stars are so pretty and i love nature, so i think it would be adorable to go look at the stars and enjoy it with someone !!!! i also love the ocean (but i’ve never seen it 🥲) and would love to also go there if i lived near it <33333 TYSMMM

hi paige! here’s your lil matchup - which i loved writing by the way, it was so much fun to do - and i hope you like it!

YOUR PERFECT MATCH. JEAN KIRSTEIN

— ✦ : initially, jean doesn’t seem like he’s your ideal match. anyone in their right mind would pair you with armin. after all, you and him have an endless amount of traits and interests in common - ranging from an appreciation for literature to a deep love for the ocean - however, armin isn’t your romantic partner. he’s your platonic soulmate - and platonically, you don’t mesh as well as one would think you would. similar partners don’t have the greatest track record of working out in the end. instead of meshing like one, your inability to openly voice your feelings and confidently stand up for yourselves would cause a great divide in your love for one another - ultimately defeating the purpose of a romantic relationship in its entirety - but this is where jean comes in.

— ✦ : jean’s more rash than you, more anger prone, and assertive - but that’s what makes you work. his ability to take charge during stressful situations, voice his opinions whenever and wherever, and have the confidence to carry on in each and every moment feeds into your own strength. you gain from him what you don’t naturally have - and he learns patience and serenity from you. he’s the tsunami to your peaceful ocean wake - when his storm rages on, your sun departs his clouds, and gives the flowers another chance to shine. to him, you’re a light in his life that he’s always been searching for - a person that his mother told him would come for years-and-years - and he can barely believe that he finally found you.

— ✦ : taking into account how similar your traits are with armin’s, it’s undeniable that you and jean will hit it off. while he wouldn’t normally choose to spend his time at the art exhibit or listening to a symphony, he’s more than willing to buy you tickets, pull up to your house with a pretty red dress he bought especially for you, and gaze at the wonder luster in your irises as you admire the beauty of the world - the beauty that he hadn’t been able to see before meeting you. as the months go on, he finds himself with a large space in his heart for your interests and hobbies - it’s as if there’s always been an extra gap there, waiting for the day you would come along and make him whole.

— ✦ : one of his favorite things to do with you is help you with your daily routine. he’s memorized the functions and names of every day makeup brands and numbered brushes - not giving a second thought as you ask him for your setting powder and the stippled brush. occasionally, he’ll even ask if he can apply some eye shadow or blush to your blossoming skin. the look of concentration that overcomes his face makes you giggle in amusement - but also makes your heart glow ten times brighter at the thought that he’s so in love with you that his usual exerting masculinity is put on hold in order to get the shade just right. he constantly surprises you with his willingness to immerse himself in your activities - and you love him all the more for it.

— ✦ : in the nights that you spend together, snuggling in his living room or sitting out on the front porch, he listens intently while you recap your day. it’s as if you’re an art piece while you do so - and he can’t help but comment how beautiful you look under the low lights of the lamps, despite having to interrupt your stories. he loves to compliment you, whether that’s on your accomplishments, appearance, or just little things he notices in the moment. “your smile is pretty.” “how did i ever get so lucky?” “i love you, so much.” it’s never ending and you love that. your current and future aspirations align with one another, and the terminal end of your romantic relationship is one that will never come. he’ll make sure of it. he loves you too much to lose you.

LET’S TAKE A LISTEN. YOUR LOVE SONG

— ✦ : THE NIGHT by LOVEWAVE

그 밤 함께걸었던 우리

that night, we walked together

발을 맞추고 긴긴 얘길 나누던 우리

we had to share a long steady conversation

그 밤 둘이라는건 점점

the two night got long and longer

떨림이 되고 긴긴 아쉬움을 남기던 우리

we are trembling and longing for each other

THE NEXT STOP. YOUR PERFECT DATE

“your eyes are still closed, right?” jean says from behind you, his hands that had been previously covering your face are now shuffling somewhere beneath you. you can hear him scramble to take out whatever he brought in that damn picnic basket he wouldn’t let go of for the entirety of your short walk as you nod your head slowly - it isn’t even your anniversary, or any important date for that matter - so, him putting in all this work for a surprise seems out of the blue and strange. “okay, give me one more second and then you can open.”

he takes your palms in his, lacing his long fingers through your own, and helps you take a seat in the sand. it seems as if he’s placed some sort of blanket beneath you, considering the plush comfort that your body has in the rough environment - and you’re grateful. dirt grains are always such a hassle to clean up. “what’s this all about, jean?” you furrow your eyebrows, eyes still shut, and wait for his response to the infamous question you’ve been asking him all day. “can i open them yet?”

“go ahead, beautiful.”

you snap your eyes open, the brightness of the sun immediately blinding you for a split second before you’re able to take in your surroundings. you’re at a beach. a beach. a place that your boyfriend’s been promising to take you to for months now, but the season hasn’t allowed it. your face is consumed by a large smile, a beam that could rival the sunny rays themselves, and you throw your arms around him in happiness. he laughs, stumbling slightly, but maintaining his ground. with his strength he spins you around, concluding the act with a soft kiss to your temple and nestles your body in his own.

“what made you think of this?” you murmur, happily trapped between his arms as the two of you watch the sun begin to set over the blue horizon. shades of pink and purple dart across the sky in paint strokes, blending with the watered down clouds and flurries of golden white. if someone were to take a picture of you right now, it would be worthy of the louvre. “really, jean - this is more than i could ever ask for.”

“well, you never ask for much.” his body warmth keeps you from shivering in the creeping nightly breeze. “so, i did what i could - and it’s beautiful isn’t it? i don’t think i’ve ever found the ocean so…serene.” the words dripping from his lips drag on, it’s as if his train of thought cannot find its station - the cargo is lost on the tracks that have no definite end. “maybe it’s because i’m here with you. maybe you’re the reason i’m beginning to love this place.”

“- but no matter how much love i gain for this moment, i’ll always love you more.”

[jinv]

🎨 wife i want one!

hi wifey bb of course anything for you <3333

cutie having a little snack - ahhhhhhhh look how bright and pretty this entire gifset is !!!!!! he looks so good okay and the way your coloring matches the exact same shade of his hair color with the flowers on his shirt how my mind and eyes are very pleased very aesthetic im very happy right now and look at him munching and eating away please he's so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeee i could stare at him forever i could stare at this gifset forever till the end of time seriously your coloring i love the reds and whites and blacks so much and the earrings those chanel earrings whew they always get to me seriously oh and his rings too how could i forget his rings seriously mags you're always churning out so much beautiful content for us idk how you do it but we are so lucky to have you <333333

sunflower shirt - this sunflower shirt this fcking sunflower shirt will be spoke about till the end of time forever he looks so good i remember this was that boy with luv performance right if im wrong no im not but anyway seriously the coloring here too <33333 i love it so much so dark and warm and the rings wowowowowo i could stare at hands and rings forever he is os ajsdlkfajsl;dfas also your sharpening settings him extra glowly i love

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belong among the wild flowers

For kyo for the 2021 Sake Exchange!!!! I hope you enjoy <33333 READ ON AO3 - outsider pov, ‘you’ are the outsider pov, gen, straw hat focus

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You’re a seller. A seller of flowers that is. Beautiful flowers from seeds grown all over the world, grown by you and your wife – and.

Well.

Grown by you now, but it’s all the same. 50 years and your flowers haven’t lost their vibrancy, only gained. 

This morning you smile, breathing in the cool air so soothing on your old lungs and head out into the fields of beautiful flowers, filled with oranges, blues, pinks, and –

Red.

There’s – 

There’s red in your fields, between the blues and the yellows. 

The reds are the complete opposite side of the farm, by your wife’s grave, because she loved the color so much.

What is red doing here?

“Shishishi!”

Ah.

The hackles in you calm. Its just a boy.

(Your wife had loved children.)

He’s small, thin, dressed in vibrant baggy blue shorts and a red tee, open to display scarring on his chest. His head is turned away from you, black hair flying in the wind to shield his face but –

There is gold upon his head. Golden straw.

Odd. 

(The last man who came here wearing golden straw had died, his death in the newspaper. Oddly, already, you hope this boy won’t be the same.) 

Its wrapped in a red ribbon, bright red. Red doesn’t belong. Red –

“Shishishi!” The boy laughs and turns to her again, smile wide, scar under his eye sloping and wave like, so much more faded than the angry red across his chest. “Ah! Old person! Do you know where these flowers came from?”

You blink. Once. Twice. Eyes darting to the watering can in your hand and to the dirty but lovingly patched overalls you’re wearing, then back up to him. “Come again?” Is all you can say, but he’s already off on a tangent. 

“Ooh! Pretty! Hey, old person, these are almost like the flowers from back home! And the ones on Robin’s flower beds, the ones from where she grew up – Shishishi, I’m gonna take a few, kay?”

And he reaches down, down down and –

“No!” You yell, sudden, grabbing his hand, and hitting him over the head with your watering can. “Don’t pluck those flowers young man!”

“Owwwwww-why do you have haki?” He rubs at his head, eyes wide, and huh. 

Who knew such a scrawny brat could know haki?

“It’s the New World, brat! All old people know haki!” You tell him, a faint whisper of laughter in your voice. “Stop stealing my flowers!” You snap again as his hands snakes out and snaps back with a rubbery twang. 

“But they aren’t your flowers!”

“Yes they are”

“No! They’re Robins!”

“NO!” You shout, forehead to forehead with this boy. “They’re MINE! I grew them! I loved them! They are mine to pluck!”

He stares at you, pulling back, head cocked to the side, before his eyes brighten. You look at him critically as you bend down, easing dirt back into place and burying a worm back into its home. 

“Ah!” The boy shouts, fist landing in his hand. “They’re your dream!”

Your dream…

You haven’t had yours in a long time. 

When you last did, it was with your wife by your side. 

You shake your head at the boy, irritation bleeding into melancholy. “No. These flowers aren’t my dream.” You ease a petal up, gently brushing off dirt and giving it a gentle kiss. Your wife had always laughed when you did that, right before she gave you a kiss as well. 

“What is?” The boy asks, bending down with you, sitting on his heels and now careful – so very careful – not to touch your flowers. 

“Mm?”

“What’s your dream?” His hand drifts to the same petal you are touching, and you look up, and oh – 

There’s earnesty in his eyes. Honesty. A raw kind of hope, a raw kind of belief. He’s open, and you can never understand him, never want to, never will be able to look deeper than that bone deep honesty but –

You know this boy is a pirate. Only pirates chase dreams as honest as this. Only pirates want dreams as honest as this. 

(How old is he? The last pirate you saw was an old man, and the closest to this boy’s age was still a cabin boy. You don’t think this boy is like that – he can’t be. He’s got too much in him for that.)

Your tongue speaks without your bidding, without your permission. 

“I used to have one. Don’t have it now.”

He gives you a look. And maybe – maybe his eyes catch on the lines on your face, the etches of sorrow, the pockmarks and signs of age and the places your wife kissed.  Maybe he knows that you’re a liar as much as this boy is not. 

“Then what do you want?”

Again – your mouth moves without you wanting it to. This boy has power, some strange presence, a compelling to him that you can’t seem to fight. 

“Well, the Duke’s head would be nice.”

The boy nods, standing up, casting a shadow on you as the sun rises behind him. “Alright! I’ll beat up the Duke for you, and then you’ll give me flowers!”

Wait what –

“Let’s go!” Unstoppable as a whirlwind, this boy grabs your hand and tugs you forward, and off you go,  running through the paths of the flowers and determination in his eyes. 

“BOY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” You scream, panicked, watering can left behind. 

“Shishishi!” Is all you get for an answer, a laughter like petal in the end and –

Well.

It’s been awhile since you went on an adventure like this.

-

The boy’s name is Luffy – Monkey D. Luffy.

(There hasn’t been a D. on this island since the last man with a straw hat.)

You learn this because a red-haired girl screams it when you crash into her, raging and furious, leaving Luffy with large bumps on his head. 

“MONKEY D. LUFFY!” She cries, fists raising down and bracelets and log pose catching in the light. “DON’T DO THAT!”

“Owwwww – Nami!” Luffy looks to her, giving her a long reminiscent of puppy dogs and pleading. 

Nami sighs, brushing off dirt from her orange overalls, and gives him her own look, something between terrible fondness and annoyance. “Don’t rocket!” She tells him, before tossing him a tangerine – one of your neighbors, by the looks of it. “Look!”

(You and your wife had walked through the groves when you were young and in puppy love. You had taken a flower and put it in her hair, just as your neighbors’ father had chased you out of the grove for theft. It had been fun.) 

Luffy catches the tangerine, looking it over, then up at Nami. 

“They’re just like Bell-mere’s!” Nami tells him, her eyes bright with something like nostalgia, so different from the rage only moments before. Her enthusiasm is earnest, just like this boy’s, and oh -  they must be crew. “I can’t believe Cocoyashi trees are all the way out here!”

The name catches your attention, with the disbelief, and you smile at her. “Our island, Flors, has plants from across the world – the rarest, prettiest, sturdiest you can think of. Are you from Cocoyashi? Must have been a long time since you saw trees like these.”

She gives you a glance, an assessing look, then tosses her head back and laughs. “No, I have my own trees back our ship. Ah – who are you?”

Trees on a ship? Tangerine trees? What- 

“NAMI!” Luffy interjects, before you can give your name, dancing on the tip of your tongue. “Which way is the Duke?” 

“The Duke?” Her attention switches from you to him in a moment. “There’s a Duke?” You don’t think it’s possible, but her eyes – they seem to turn into belli signs. “Where? Why do you want him? Is he rich?” She’s shaking Luffy now, and you can’t help but let out a laugh, same time as Luffy. 

“Shishishi! If I beat up the Duke, I can get flowers from the field for Robin!” He says, as if it makes perfect sense. It doesn’t. You aren’t sure where he got the idea that you would give him flowers, or that he’ll be able to beat up the Duke, but –

“Okay!” Nami says, brightly, soundly, understanding this wild boy. “I’ll find out where the gold is.”

Gold?

When had gold come into the equation?

“You go ahead – I’m sure if you run around enough someone’s going to come out and yell out you. Then I can have all the Duke’s gold!” In seconds, she’s pulling a staff from her waist, snapping it together and twisting, so that electricity crackles at the top. Her eyes alight, and there’s something dangerous about her. Something a bit deadly, a bit wanting, a bit fierce. “Be done soon Luffy! The log pose should settle by the end of the day, and I want to get out of here before the storm hits!”

Storm?

“Aye Nami!”

You remember deciding that this boy was a pirate, for how he talked about dreams.  You decide this girl must be a pirate, for how she’s unafraid of the storm, the wind, the weather. 

You stare at her, old limbs creaking, bewildered. She reminds you of your wife, when you had first met her, all wild hair and adventure. Something aches, quietly, inside your chest – but, strangely, this time, it isn’t a sad ache. 

Just a nostalgic one.

In  moments, Luffy arm is around yours, and he’s running, your feet off the ground and yourself carried in a side hold. 

“BRAT!” You say, elbowing him with Haki, but this time his own defense is up and you simply have to bear the running for now.

Seeing the island go by, faster than it ever has, you can’t seem to make yourself mad.

-

The next stop is apparently up in a tree, though why you can’t fathom. All you know is Luffy was running and running, and running despite your yells of terror again, and then he stopped, slamming you into his back. It had lasted all but a moment, before he was reaching a hand up and shouting that absolutely dreadful phrase –

“GUM GUM ROCKET!” 

-And dragging you high into the sky, crashing through branches, and into the waiting arms of a long-nosed man. 

He screams. 

You scream. 

He doesn’t drop you though, only settling you on the part of the branch closest to the trunk, and continues scream.

You stop, then start again, because there is a living plant wrapped around him, moving like a wolf, and a bug the size of your head fluttering next to his.  

You are a seller. A gardener. You deal with bugs. Just not the bugs this particular orchard has, because Old Man Johnson is terrifying and likes to collect bugs bigger and bigger than your face. 

Fuck, you think, looking down to the bottom of the forest floor but finding it far too high for your old, brittle legs, even with haki. 

Luffy has no such problem, falling off the branch only to bounce right back up, tumbling into the long-nosed man just as he had tumbled into Nami. “Usopp!” He cries, joy in his face and –

Usopp’s face, morphs from terror to joy and pride and happiness in an instant, his arms coming around to circle Luffy as if this wild boy had always belonged there. It’s sweet. It’s comforting. 

It’s rocking the sturdy branch you are sitting on, and you have no idea how Usopp is managing to keep his balance.

Then you notice the living plant pushing against Usopp’s back, the bug helping, and immediately understand how.

But not why.

Does this man have control over plants or something? A bug devil fruit? His crewmate, Luffy – for what else could Luffy be than his crewmate – has a devil fruit, you think, so it wouldn’t be so surprising.  It’s like magic the way the vines grows and growls, familiar to you in some distant way that you can’t quite name and – 

“Luffy!” Usopp cries, holding Luffy to his chest. “You’re here! When you shot off I tried to look for you, but had to fight a thousand giant flowers first! Each threatening to swallow me whole but I defeated them with my trusty slingshot!”

What? You start to think, something that you think is far too common with these people, before noticing the way Luffy’s face shutters at giant flowers and swallow whole. Odd, you think, odd, but you aren’t the only one to notice. Usopp’s face flicks over Luffy’s with careful affection, cautious notice, and then lunges into another tale. 

“It was after that I stumbled upon these! Look – Luffy they’re just like the island I trained on!” And Usopp shoves a bunch of seeds into Luffy’s face, seeds that split before your eyes and grow into beautiful figures and designs. 

Luffy’s eyes turn into stars as you watch. “OOOOO! From the mystery Island with the plants!”

“Ah Bowin Archipelago Luffy.”

“Bowie Archipelago!”

“Ah, close enough! Anyway – with these I can breed new types of Pop Greens! Like maybe a dragon!”

“A Yeti!”

“A giant tiger!”

“A giant!” They go on like that, trading amazing fantastical thing after amazing fantastical thing, each more incredible with the last, each with full surety that this thing could happen. It’s… its foolishness mixed with childish glee. 

(You remember looking after your neighbors’ children with your wife, watching as they laughed and laughed and laughed. They had the same tender joy that Usopp and Luffy have, though where the children were edgeless and free, Usopp and Luffy’s joy is tempered with age and hard muscle, truth of pirates beyond the fantastical wildness of dreams. Its joy brought into reality.

You wish your wife as here to see it.)

Usopp takes a pause from chattering with Luffy, and also a pause from making the branch bounce far to much for what you’re comfortable with. 

(Your wife had always teased you for your fear of tall, wavering places. It made you smile when you climbed crows nests for her.)

“I do wonder,” the long-nosed sniper ponders, “How these plants got all the way here. The Bowin Archipelago is in Paradise – nowhere near here.”

“Shishishi! Nami’s tangerines were here too!” Luffy tells him with glee. “And Robin’s flowers!”

“Really!? Amazing! Hey – who’s your friend? Do they know anything about this?” Usopp turns to you, gaze piercing like any sniper should.

You gulp.

Then register what he called you. 

“I’m not his-“

“They’re a mystery person!” Luffy cuts in. “I gotta beat up a Duke to get Robin’s flowers from them!”

You would face palm, but that would mean letting go of the trunk.

“A Duke!?” Usopp cries, a mix of fear and readiness. “Did you tell Nami? She’s going to want his money before you beat him up.”

The confidence these people have in this boy – you don’t get why. 

(Maybe you’re starting too. He’s pulled you away from your garden, hasn’t he?)

“Shishishi! Nami knows! She’s gonna get the gold while I beat him up!” 

“Do you even know where the Duke is? What if he’s strong? Terrifying? What if he has a thousand teeth and eyes and wants to eat me for picking his flowers – Luffy you gotta beat him up, you gotta!” Usopp chatters, wavering between fear and terror and sheer bravery. An odd one, this boy is. You like him though. 

“Shishishi! I will!” Luffy promises him, grin stretching wide on his face and promise ready on his tongue, not a doubt in his mind. “Just watch me!”

Usopp melts, just a little. Ease ripples through him, and he lets out a quiet, proud “I know.” Then – he turns to you. “Uh, would you like a ride down?”

Yes. Yes you would. You nod, before Luffy stretches out his hand and oh god not again, your joints are not good for this adventure –

“OI! SHIT HEADS!”

Luffy’s arm stretches back, a laughing tumbling out of his mouth and you turn to your savior.

It’s a man, in the most god-awful shirt you have ever seen, with boat shoes and horrible matching shorts. 

It’s a man, with blonde hair and cigarette and swirly eyebrows shadowing a glare on his face as he holds giant fruits from the seeds of the giant land of Elbalph inn either hand with ease.

It’s a man, who is floating in the air. 

You let out a large squeak but no one seems to notice. 

“SANJI!” Luffy cries, and this must be another one of his man crewmates, and just how many of them are on this island, exploring and racking up havoc. 

You spare a moment to consider how Sanji got over the giant fences Farmer Green had set up. Then you remember, right, he’s flying, and wonder how that’s happening.

Sanji gives a kick, and dodge Luffy’s lunge, letting him fall to the forest floor and bounce back up. “Hey Captain. You guys know where Nami-swan or Robin-chwan are? I found some rare fruits that I can use, and I want to give it a try.”

“Sanji! Meat!” Luffy cries, practically salivating. 

Sanji gives a shrug. “No meat, Captain. Haven’t found anything like that on this island – just plants, plants, and more plants.” Luffy sags where he stands, in a pout so childish, and Sanji’s next words come out in a rush that he tries to play off as nonchalant. “Me and the shit-swordsman can go and cut up a sea king. I think I saw some off the coast.” Here, his tone turns ponderous. “I could make a Sea King platter with this dressing – and palate that with a fruit salad or start shish-kabobbing if we are more pressed for time…”

“And dessert!” A voice pops up, tiny and squeaky, and a racoon dog in a hat pops up from behind Sanji’s shoulder. “You promised me desert!”

“CHOPPER!” Luffy and Usopp cries, and in an instant, the animal is  jumping from where it was clinging to Sanji’s back and into his apparent crew-mates arms. 

“Usopp! Luffy!” The animal cries, holding up his bag. “I was able to restock EVERYTHING I had from the Birdie Kingdom! Even the rare ones that only grew there! I even found the herbs that can help with heart stuff that everyone thought went extinct! This place is AMAZING!” There’s sheer glee in the animal’s – Chopper’s?- gaze and-

Oh dear sweet mother of oceans. The animal speaks. The animal has a name, speaks, and knows medicinal plants.

You want to faint. You want to go back to our flowers. You – you –

Chopper is right next you, holding a vial of spicy something underneath your nose, rescuing you from your faint.

You somewhat wishes he didn’t. You are old and quite done with this, you think. Are any of these folk even paying for what they are grabbing?

“Ah! You’re awake! Make sure to drink more water okay?” Chopper tells you, looking so concerned, and oh, he’s adorable. 

You nod, belatedly, then tune back into the conversation.

“…beat up the Duke for Robin’s flowers!” Luffy is telling Sanji determinedly. 

“Ah! Anything for Robin-chwan!!” Sanji twirls in the air, eyes like hearts. “I’ll help – ah, Never mind. I need to get these to the ship – this kind of fruit supposedly decays within five hours of being cut from the branch, which is why they’re so rare. I think the Duke’s mansion is that way though.” Sanji tilts his head, blonde hair shifting, and gestures to the distance. Luffy follows his line of sight like a dog after a ball. 

“Shishishi! Thank Sanji! Make a biiiiig feast for when we’re done! A party!”

“Alright captain. Chopper!” And Sanji turns to you and the tiny – doctor? Is he a doctor? – and calls over. “You coming with me or do you want to help Luffy beat up a Duke?”

Chopper perks up and turns from you, leaving Sanji to glance over you, mostly hidden behind the very fluffy reindeer. “With you! I want to make these medicines soon as possible so I can get more if needed.” 

Sanji nods, and gives another kick with his legs, keeping him in the air somehow – even with Haki, you have never seen this – and turns to Usopp. “Usopp?”

“Ahhh I would only overshadow Luffy if I went! Too little a job for me!” Usopp crows, hands on his hips, grin on his face. 

“Coward.” Sanji tells him, deadpan clear. You remember the tale this man told at the beginning and wonder what his role on this crew is. 

Usopp squawks but doesn’t deny it to both Chopper and Luffy’s uproarious laughter.  Sanji gives a sly grin, and in seconds, faster than you can tell, Chopper is back on his back and Usopp beside him on the branch. He nods to Luffy, and with a brief “See you, Luffy!” he’s off, kicking his way through the sky.

Usopp stares for a moment then starts yelling again, leaping fearlessly from branch to branch, and you realize, with sudden clarity, that it was not the bravery that was the façade, but the cowardice.  

Luffy’s crew is odd. You just want to wonder how he fits into it all.

-

Luffy takes you on his back this time, scratchy straw placed carefully on his head instead of crushed against your cheek. 

It’s running, so much running, and stretching and stretching.

You have time to think. To wonder. To question.

It builds in you, tumultuous and roiling. This boy – he’s running across the entire island, all for a chance for some flowers. He wants to face the Duke, the Duke who is so terrible, so terribly horrible, just for some flowers. For some Robin.

It’s clear he could so easily take them anyway – you may have haki, but you are no match for the muscles rippling under this boy’s back – but he doesn’t.

You’re dream,  he had said, and it marks him as a Pirate but it just makes you question – 

What’s his dream? Who’s Robin? Why is this straw hat so familiar? Who is he? Cabin boy or crewmate or something more?

You start with the simplest.

“Brat. Who’s Robin?” You ask him as he pauses upon the top of one of Flors’ giant mushrooms. He pauses for only a moment, before turning to you with the most blinding grin. 

“She’s Robin! My archeologist!” My, he says, like she’s his. My, he says, like he’s in charge.

My, he says, like he’s the captain, and suddenly, you realize that’s because he is. 

This boy, smaller than you were when age didn’t bend your back like a willow, with sloping and burning scars, and a smile like the sun – is a captain, the captain of Robin and Nami and Usopp and Sanji and Chopper, and more you haven’t met. A pirate crew in the New World. 

It humbles you, in a way you didn’t expect. 

“She likes flowers?” You ask, instead of voicing why, why does a pirate crew need an archeologist, why do they follow him, who are you straw-hatted boy?

“Yeah! She has a whole garden on the Sunny! And the flowers in your garden are from her home! She showed me a book of them once.” Every word is said with pride, and you wonder how you missed it all before, the way he cried Usopp and Nami and Chopper and Sanji with mine, and love, and protection all those times before. This boy is a Captain.

Then, his words strike you.

Home island.

Those flowers in your garden were from Ohara, given to you by a woman so long ago, a gift from her home island in turn for a glimpse of the stone at the center of Flors. Your wife had loved those flowers.

Ohara is gone now.

These flowers are all that’s left.

These flowers, and Nico Robin.

Oh, you think, oh. 

Straw Hat Luffy, 1.5 billion berry wanted man, laughs from where he carries you, dashing from mushroom to mushroom.

He’s so young, and yet, not really. He’s 19, or so the papers say, and he’s taken on all three of the government strongholds and come out almost on top each time, has fought emperors and warlords, saved kingdoms and islands. He’s young, but not in the naïve way, the childish way. Only the youthful way, in that his face still has baby fat and his smile has crinkles from laughter not rage.

(No one who holds a loved one in their arms like that is young. You speak from experience.

Your wife had been soft and bloodstained when she brush the hair from your face.)

He’s…

This boy – this man…

You have run out of words to describe him.

Suddenly, like before, like in your field of flowers, the words spill from your lips unbidden. This boy has revealed so much by only praising his navigator. You could so easily turn him in. Yet –

“The Duke is a cruel man,” You begin, not really sure if Luffy is listening, not really caring in the end. “He came here ten years ago, drawn by our beautiful, beautiful flowers and plants. He thought he could make a profit, thought he could earn billions from this place and – he – “

Luffy stops moving. 

He doesn’t interrupt. But –

There’s not a lack of care in him. In his eyes as he turns to look at you. It’s a lack of need. 

“I don’t need you to tell me this. The Duke hurt your dream, right?”

You nod, small, quiet. 

“Then I’m going to beat him.”

Simple as that, he smiles at you, not brilliant, not vibrant, but safe. Sure.

(I’m going to turn the world upside down! The last wearer of this hat had cried, so sure, so confidant.

The echo of that – louder and changed and triumphant – is here.)

Luffy moves again, and you don’t speak. You don’t think you possibly could.

-

(Here’s a story, that the future King of the Pirates will never know, but one that draws close to your chest.

You were born and raised on this island, collecting sea grass by the sea, when your wife had washed up on the shore, wild haired and half drowned. You had rescued her, your strange, sea-faring wife, and learned of her travels, her tales, her losses at sea. It’s a miracle she made it to shore.

It’s a miracle she wakes up in your arms, and offers you a kiss. 

You loved her then, and you will love her for the next infinity. She tended the gardens with you, loving the colors and the reds that you had saved her in. She loved and lived and so did you.

Then the Duke, cruel faced and greedy, had shown up, making each of you sell your wares in stead of trade, bringing in outside sales, and taken all of the profit for himself.  

Then the Duke, cruel faced and greedy, had fought your wife who was bold and terrifying and a pirate with her sword still strapped to her waist, even at 30, 40, 50 – 

And struck her down. 

That’s the end of the story, for you are just a gardener, a seller of flowers, with old bones and the haki your wife taught you, who once saw the Pirate King and the archeologist of Ohara, collected seeds from a thousand islands and planted them with care, who had a dream, once, shared with your wife but –

Your wife is dead, and so the story ends here.)

(A boy in straw is here, and so your story blooms.)

-

A voice sings out from the flowers, and it’s with joy that Luffy jumps down, rubber easing the impact that shocks up your back, to sing with a skeleton.

A skeleton, who has an afro and a guitar and who can sing.  

“Yohohohoho!” The skeleton laughs, melodious even without vocal chords. “Hello Luffy!”

“Brook!” Luffy smiles, “Franky!”

Who –

“YEOW LITTLE BRO! Isn’t this island SUPER!?”

A singing skeleton, and a cyborg, with a hair shaped into sunflowers. Sunflowers.

If it weren’t for the sting of the vial still sniffling in your nose, you think you would pass out again. The New World is weird – but not this weird.

Dear mother sea almighty – these two tower, yet are dressed in sparkling floral patterns and shirts. 

Luffy jumps into their arms without hesitation, setting you down just before he does in the first time since the tree and the other members of his crew. The cyborg – Franky, you think, by Luffy’s laughter – catches him easily, swinging him about and finally settling him on his shoulder, where the skeleton, Brook, places a crown of flowers around his hat.

It’s sweet, with love and adoration in every motion. This whole crew is like that, and it hurts you, emboldens you, does to you a thousand things to see them be like that. Loving, without restraints, without fear, whole and happy. It is incredible that this boy, only a teen, this man has been able to gather to him such authority, such power, such loyalty.

It warms you, you think. 

(It strikes a chord in you, you think, of something like jealous but not all at once. You want this, but you will never be a part of this crew, and you never wanted to have this, never knew it was missing before this but – here it is. 

Without you.

You miss your wife.) 

“Who’s this, Luffy?” Franky asks, gesturing to you with a large red hand. Flowers are painted over it, in the colors that the children use to paint the fences. Little handprints scatter about, and its obvious that these two had had a run in with the children of the island, and cared for them, gentle and loving. 

“Shishishi! They have the flowers Robin likes! From her island! I’m gonna beat up the Duke for them so I can get the flowers!”

It’s an old routine by now. You still don’t quite believe he can do it, no matter that you know he has beaten billion belli pirates and warlords and emperors. He’s just – The Duke is –

“Sounds perfect, Luffy! We beat a few of the Duke’s ah, lovely gentlemen there.” And the skeleton waves his hand to the path behind him, sweeped beneath giant flowers, to where bodies lay in the ground, bloody, barely breathing, and decidedly unconscious. 

All covered in the white uniform of the Duke’s men.

Oh, you think, feeling familiar rage bubble up at the sight of them. Oh. 

“They were picking on some SUPER kids! Had to put a stop to it, knew you wouldn’t mind.” Franky enunciates, striking a pose. “Zoro helped out, but we lost him when we turned away for a second.”

“He really blends in with all this green, Yohohohoho!” Brook snickers, and you remember bounty posters with a piercing glare and green hair and none too little blood, and wonder how you lose an entire ex-bounty hunter turned pirate.

You don’t think you will ever know what these people are. Ever. 

“Shishishi! We’ll find him!” Luffy reassures, already grabbing onto you again. 

“Bro, you’re just as bad!” Franky tells him, and you wonder with what? Before Luffy has hauled you onto your back.

(Maybe you should invest in hiring someone to do this. You haven’t been off your feet so much in YEARS.) 

“Shishishi! Bye Franky! Bye Brook!” Luffy shouts, ignoring his crew and dashing off into the woods yet again. “Sanji’s throwing a feast after I beat the Duke!” 

You leave the clearing, bouncing through sunflowers, to the sounds of cheers of “Knock ‘em dead Luffy!” and “A party! How delightful!”

-

Running, and running, and running. Always more running. Are these pirates always like this – running from location to location, dashing and jumping, never settling more than a moment?

“Shishishi! Yeah! What’s the fun in staying still?”

Oh, you said that aloud, didn’t you?

“You’re funny old person!”

“Oh, shove off you brat. What happens when you can’t beat the Duke?”

When, you say, purposeful, deliberate, smothering the hope in your chest. When. 

“I will.” Comes Luffy’s response, and you should have expected that, you should have but – 

“But-”

“I Will.” Comes Luffy’s grin, and – 

“Why?”

It comes out of your throat strangled, half dead because you don’t get him, you don’t, you don’t, an you don’t know why because this boy is just like your love and your wife, adventurous and outgoing. 

“Remember?” He looks at you, never moving, and oh,  you do. “The Duke hurt your dream! He can’t do that!” And he won’t, goes the unspoken promise. 

“Oh,” You say, like you said before, trying to commit that truth to heart. Oh.

-

It’s mid-afternoon by the time you arrive at the Duke’s mansion.  It’s gleaming white, made off the backs of the poor farmers of this station, who only wanted to grow plants and share seeds in peace. It fills you with rage. Horrible, horrible rage that consumes your very soul and makes your bones ache. 

The place where your wife last caressed your face burns. 

“This it?” Luffy asks you, and you give a nod. He slides you off his back, offering a steady arm for your to grab onto, and you both stare at the mansion. You have dreamed of setting this place on fire. Dreamed of it. 

Here, Luffy is ready to make it a reality. 

“Now – where’s the Duke?” Luffy tilts his head to the side, peering at the building. You peer with him, trying to remember where the Duke liked to make his nest when – 

“You! Peasant! Off my lawn!” Comes a voice, a voice that fills you with rage, from the Duke’s own personal garden. 

“Oi – what’re you doing old man? I’m trying to sleep here,” Comes another voice, younger with a deep timber and ooh–

Luffy’s tugged you by the wrist and you go over the hedge, landing squarely in front of – 

“Zoro!” Luffy cries, and tackles the man with three swords, lying on the ground.

Ah.

That’s why Franky and Brook thought this man would blend in. He’s so green. Like a little moss ball. A marimo! 

Adorable. 

Zoro caves easily to Luffy’s demands, catching him and moving aside so Luffy can find his own place wrapped around him, ease in every motion. Comfortability in every act. 

“Hey, Luffy – you know where everyone else is? I was beating up some of the weird guards around this place and wound up here.” Zoro asks, seemingly entirely genuine.

Luffy only throws his head back and cackles. “You got lost!” 

“No, I didn’t! This place moves that’s all! Like Usopp’s plants!”

“No, you’re just stupid Zoro.”

“I am not!”

“Are too!”

“A-HEM!” The Duke calls, interrupting, and to his credit doesn’t even flinch when the unimpressed glares of Zoro and Luffy land on him.

The Duke is – he’s towering. Eleven feet tall with muscles toned and strong, haki perpetually on his fists and a war hammer on his back. He wears pristine white suits, a flower in the lapel, red and plucked from your own garden, and his servants lay out a carpet before him, so he doesn’t have to deign to step in the mud in on an island of farmers and gardeners.

You hate him. You hate him. 

Something flies in the air, landing perfectly on the Duke’s white clothes.

A – a booger?

You look to your right, and there is Luffy, picking his nose and looking entirely unimpressed. “Heh – Who are you?” He asks.

The Duke, pale skinned and furious, goes red.  “I,” He declares, pompous, his servants cowering in the background, “Am The Duke of Flors, Lord” –“

“Ooooh, you’re the Duke! Zoro doesn’t he look like the axe-dude?” Luffy cuts the Duke off before turning entirely to Zoro. Zoro, for his part, cocks his head to the side.

“You know, if I cut off his arm, he really does.”

You stare.

The Duke stares.

Luffy wheels back his hand and smashes his fist into the Duke’s face, coated in haki and a direct hit to the man’s face.

There’s a cracking noise and a scream as the Duke goes flying. 

You stare.

The Duke is too far to see.

Zoro snorts. “What he do?” He asks. Luffy cocks his head toward you and Zoro gives a hum before settling back down into the ground. “Wake me up when you’re done. The bastard interrupted my nap.”

You stare.

Zoro snores.

The Duke comes crashing down from the sky with furious screaming, fist cocked back, only to be met with Luffy bouncing him off and back – blowing himself up like a balloon.

You stare.

The Duke screams.

Luffy laughs, and jumps into the fray, easily knocking back the guards that attack him, and Zoro defending himself easily with one sword as he lies down.

(He has three swords though. Why? Why do you need three swords? You are so confused.)

You stare, surrounded by  guards attacking you as this invincible fortress, surrounded by walls of white and a legacy of blood, begins to be torn down. The Duke comes back, white clothes ruined, trading blows with Luffy who almost looks as if he’s toying with him. In the midst, a skeleton and a cyborg appear, riding atop a motorcycle of all things, knocking down entire walls of this palace that should have never been. 

Usopp appears, the same time as the aerial squadron of the Duke’s arrives, and giving you a small nod head into the battle without a second of fear. He’s – he’s no act of bravery, and now, yyou think you could believe in every one of his tales, as you watch plants bloom to life to become dragons and snakes and forces of nature hundreds of feet tall. Chopper, the small raccoon dog – he’s different now, charging and shifting forms in an instant, and he’s a zoan, but you thought zoans had three forms. 

Not seven.

Not – Chopper crunches something and grows and roars – not eight. 

You are frozen, held in place, even as Sanji comes to drape a jacket over you before heading off, by this crew.

The Straw Hat Pirates, they are called. Dangerous they are called.

And they are.

But you can’t help but feel anything but awe as you stare at them, magnificent and beautiful and deadly, wielding nature and bending it to their very whim. They know they can win – and they know that this is nothing. 

They’re having fun while they do this, with amazing feats and sights that you – even living in the Grand Line, the New World, thought you would never see. The last straw hatted man who came through here, walked these fields and touched these flowers – he had nothing on this. 

“Ah!” A voice next to you says, loud enough amidst the explosions of laughter and fear, familiar and sweet. “Should have known this was where Luffy got up to!” It’s Nami, with a large bag on her back. 

You give her a look, then look at Luffy – now fighting the Duke in the sky, with a giant fist, covered in haki and fire.

This boy – 

“Amazing, isn’t he?” Nami asks you, settling down and adjusting the solid gold crown on her head. “He saved all of us – saved entire kingdoms. Just because we were his friend.”

Really!? Amazing! Hey – who’s your friend? Do they know anything about this? Usopp had said, and Luffy hadn’t protested.

Friend.

The Duke had hurt your dream, and here Luffy is, destroying an entire kingdom for you and your dream. 

It’s – it’s incredible. This boy, he – 

“He’s the man who will be King of the Pirates,” Nami tells you, nothing but truth ringing loud and free in her voice. “And we’re going to follow him, and chase our own dreams.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you watch the Duke fall from the sky, chased by a man made of rubber, chased by a king in a straw hat, chased and chased and chased and –

“So,” Nami smiles to your side, looking into your face. “Are you ready to chase yours again?”

The Duke slams down into the ground in a flurry of petals and red, and oh – 

It’s red. Red your wife’s favorite color, wife the color of your favorite colors, red the color of the horizon and everything god, red, red, red –

Red, the color of the ribbon around a straw hat, and red, the color of the vest of a king. 

It’s beautiful. 

“Yes.” You say, trembling as the Duke fails. “Yes – I’m. I’m ready. My dream – my dream –“

Luffy raises a fist, and delivers a single punch that frees your entire island, avenges your wife, saves you. 

He smiles as he does it, a grin on his lips and a shout to the sky – “I’M THE MAN WHO WILL BE KING OF THE PIRATES!”

It’s red.

“My dream is to collect all the flowers in the world! To shelter them! Even the flowers at Raftel!” It’s like an oath, spilling from your lips, last said hand in hand with your wife but now – now alone, but not, because your wife may be gone but she’s still here – never forgotten, always loved, and alive in your shared dreams.

Nami smiles, Luffy laughs, and you think red looks beautiful in your garden.

-

There’s a party on the shore, next to a ship with a sunflower head, decorated in flowers and the fruits of the island. The Straw Hats celebrate, as well as with the other residents of the island, who praise them and thank them and welcome them, lading their arms with all sorts of delicacies.

You aren’t there. Neither is Luffy.

Instead, the two of you head back to your farm. This time your back is straight and there’s a smile on your face. You stand tall and on your own but not alone and – 

It’s good.

It’s good.

Luffy smiles at you, gentle and brilliant, and you look to the fields where the flowers he wants are – 

Being tended to, by a woman with long black hair and a tender smile. A fishman is next to her, blue and tall, seemingly awkward amidst the yellows and blues and delicate petals, but just as willing to stand with who you can only assume is Robin. 

“Luffy!” She cries first, so happily, showing the petals to Luffy. He jumps into her arms, swinging her arounds, and in quick motions you carefully take the plants from the earth to wrap into a boquet, roots attached to be easily replanted, and had it it Luffy. By the time he sets Robin down, he’s pressing the flowers into her hands.

“For you!” He says, bright, and you know he gave you a dream back  but –

You know, in truth, he really defeated the Duke for his crew. For his family, his nakama. For Robin, to see this bone-deep happiness on her face. 

She smiles, and later you will hear tales from the guards of the stone, who speak of a women who could read the ancient script inscribed upon It while having a thousand arms but – 

For now, you see a woman gifted the world, and know joy. 

The fishman beside her – Jimbe your recognize, first son of the sea – gives a laugh and oh, is there red here, is there love here.

This boy, this king to be, Luffy, he came in and swept you all like wildflowers in the wind, simply to make one person happy.

Amazing, you think, looking around your island that’s unchained and your dream restored and your fields filled with red, how one man’s selfishness, leads to an island’s freedom. 

-

You wave goodbye from the cliffside, your wife’s grave beside you. Upon the ship of a king is a bag, to be filled with the flowers of the island at the end of the sea and returned to you after that.  You had been given a hug before you left, one made of rubber limbs and crushing weight, and watched as he rejoined his crew and celebrated another adventure. 

You had watched the party they had upon the shore, so wondrous, so amazing, and had watched them sing out victory over the crowds, with chopsticks up their noses and a rock star as their backdrop.

The Straw Hat pirates – their names dance on your tongue.

How amazing, how wonderful, how world-shaking to know them, even for just a moment. 

You have met straw hat wearers and archeologists and kings but never – never have you met anyone, just like them.

So you wave from the shore, your wife with you, and belatedly, tragically realize that you gave them your dream, but never your name.

Damnit!

[x1702x]

Girl help

Im playing that one IDV Fangame called White Tombstone and i wanted to note out stuff over here recording some of my process with some funny commentary and opinions, so far I reached Day 2 night, I need to get the stuff from Margaretha's list and do the night quests, overall i have seen some shit:

(NOTE: THESE ARENT ONLY THE BAD STUFF THESE ARE THE EVENTS I HAVE BEEN INTO SO FAR!)

-Characters/Names/Important/Missions/Other go in Red! _______________________________________

-Day 1 daylight, BOY THIS IS GONNA KILL ME.

___ -The good ol start, GOD NO GET OUTTA THERE JOSEPH FUCK OFF NOOOOO.

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-Joseph putting a camera on Aesop's room, ''Joseph owns a lot of cameras. He even put one in my room...Pervert.'' I cringed so bad in this moment but honestly, Aesop my beloved you're right.

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-Antdrew interaction. Okay so this one was the most normal Hunter/Survivor interaction, I choked when I saw him at the end of the corridor because he has no business in looking SO FUNNY HELP. Overall pretty sweet, I dont ship them, but it was funny to see my two mains interacting. I must add that I got scared by Antonio's violin sound.

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-Tracy controlling her bot, ngl Martin II is cute 10/10 best Roomba lookin robot, I had fun in this puzzle.

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-Norton. Where do I start. I love him, I got sad when I saw him crouched in panic :(

___ -Eli and the bird! I fed Fionna to the bird lmao. I love Eli <3 ___ -Margaretha- MDHJSHGGJ WOMEN <33333 ___ -Day 1 Nighttime, God this looks creepy at night. ___ -Searching for the patient's files at night, this THING. Oh lord I had to retry this so many times because Joseph kept catching me, I used Andrew here.

___ -Day 2 Daylight, Oh boy another day in this fucking assylum letsgoo/s. ___ -Breakfast, mmm chickpeas. ___

-Jacknaib moment, I quote ''You should know im only interested in feeding you'' which makes me question why I didnt closed the tab/hj.

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-Looking for paper and a pen, Antonio my beloved have some flowers <3 ___ -Margaretha's list, DAMN GIRL YOU REMEMBER A WHOLE ASS EXPLOSIVES FORMULA? I havent finished this yet. ___ -Joseph threatens Norton, NOOOOOO JOSEPH DONT TOUCH MY SON NOOOOOOOOOOO!! ___ Day 2 Nighttime, I'm over here rn I will do an update soon. _______________________________________ (NOTE: I dont support HxS ships but if you by any casual ship any of these i must say I dont have anything against you, I do if you threaten me/act toxic towards me <3/lh I don't enjoy Joscarl nor any of the ships here but I wanted to fuck around and try this godforsaken game <3 Overall I enjoy it, and I hate it/lh y'know Love/Hate feelings towards this game.)

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Feel free to comment and help my sanity to not drop every text dialog from this game <3! I appreciate support and bla bla bla, anyways wish me luck!

_______________________________________ -Iroh 23:04pm 04/23/2021 (Note for myself: Update you lazy ass)

[vellichxrr6782]

— ethereal.

character[s] — kaedehara kazuha theme & genre — fluff, established relationship summary — kazuha is in love with you. that's it. cw/tw — none, could be interpreted as fem!reader, very short word count — 500+ words a/n — i was listening to tender as a tomb by tennis while writing this, ig the vibe fits a little ?? anyways kazuha <33333

to kazuha, you were more than enough.

you were the prettiest flower, you were the brightest star, you were the most melodious song, you were the most compelling piece of poetry there was to be found in teyvat.

your breeze was gentle, striking, your presence was comforting, your arms were warm and your eyes were loving. he knew adjectives couldn't be enough to capture every little thing he felt for you. they would fall short of his actual feelings, and only his actions could do him justice.

every time you spoke his name with your sweet voice was another round of crystalflies fluttering in his stomach, sending a tingle through his body. his cheeks bloomed in shades of red, just like maples leaves. every time you looked his way, his worries washed away like a shell on the beach's shore, calm blue waters crashing and returning.

your heart glowed, with purity, tenderness, it glowed magnificently, making him feel as if he was riding the cool wind or sleeping on a fluffy cloud.

serene, tranquil, ethereal, loved.

"kazuha!" you called out to him, running across the warm sand. the weather was lovely, the sun shone brightly, the birds chirped a little merry tune, the wind blew and carried stories untold to all the seven nations, and you were there beside him, keeping him company. what more did kazuha need?

you gave him a smile as you stopped in front of him, "there you are!" you said, breathing out in exhaustion. he observed your figure, bathed in the radiant sunglow.

kazuha felt an unfamiliar feeling. the feeling of being complete.

he spoke your name, inquiring why you ran all the way from the docked crux fleet to the beaches at guyun. his voice was calm as the autumn breeze.

"i missed you." you grinned, wrapping your arms around him in an instant. you swore you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks as he turned his head to the side, embarrassed to lose his composure.

"i've.. been gone for less than fifteen minutes." he said, relaxing in your embrace.

"that's far too long to spend without you." you murmured against his neck, and kazuha pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, cupping your cheeks gently in his hands.

you glanced for a brief moment at his lips, and he was quick to take the hint, as if he was waiting for you. without waiting another second, he kissed you.

his lips were soft, and the feeling of them against yours was ethereal. adrenaline coursed through your veins as you sunk deeper into the kiss. he was so perfect, so splendid. kazuha pulled away, cupping your cheeks in his bandaged hands.

you put your head on his chest, to hide your burning face. you were disappointed the kiss was so short. oh well, it's not like he's going anywhere.

you could hear his heartbeat, pounding with a lovely rhythm.

"hear that, my maple?" he whispered, holding you close. "this heart, it only beats for you. forever and always."

"as mine does for you."

tranquillity blossomed in your heart, ardour overtaking your senses.

"i love you, y/n." he said, caressing your cheeks.

he was more than enough for you, too.

"i love you too, kazuha."

may the world be against you both, may celestia turn its back on you, as long as you both had each other, you'd be fine. it'll all be okay.

and both your names were written as poetry, your love; a ballad for history.

published on; 5th october, 2021 writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr.