#I very much love flair and flaunt

[hor-wod-flir]

Wasn't sure if you meant both or also just one but here they are. Now normally they are wearing clothing but I also love them without.

Genuinely are there any good dragons with flaunt/flair or do the genes just suck for me specifically to look at.

[xeneric-shrooms]

If candy/icing so dull and ugly, how come him, hmmm???

How come him???

[turtleblogatlast]

I honestly love the clothing styles of each of the turtles in this show and I love how these styles really incorporate their personalities as well.

Like, obviously Donnie has the best sense of style, yeah? Think that’s something pretty agreed upon here. Everything we see him put together is very meticulously crafted and clean. That goes with his personality because Donnie is a very meticulous person in general, and he knows what he likes very, very well, and knows how to flaunt it in turn. Him commenting on colors he enjoys or disapproving of outfits that the others see no problem with also shows how he just generally has an eye for this kind of thing. He doesn’t just know what looks good on himself, but also what looks good on others - and I think this ties into his love of gift giving too. Donnie also has a flair for making sure that his things have his “mark” on them, and his clothing is no exception. All that he wears and how he wears them screams “Donnie.”

Mikey is really fun because his styles are honestly a pendulum between super simplistic and incredibly out there. And often, you’re going to see a lot of color or patterns to both. And in my opinion I think that all reflects really well on Mikey’s character - he’s got a colorful personality but even more than that he’s incredible sure of who he himself is. Mikey’s style, I feel, is less what looks good as clothes and more what sparks joy in Mikey himself. His bright stickers he wears are a testament of that! He’s comfortable in his own skin and his style reflects this perfectly, whether he goes for a more out-there look or a more toned down one.

Now, for Leo. Okay, I think I’m actually in the minority here I feel because Leo’s style isn’t really that bad? Hear me out- if you actually look at what he wears, try taking out, like, one accessory. Suddenly, that outfit works! He even manages to put together many good outfits in the series, but his “bad” ones are the ones that tend to stand out, alas (just like how his mistakes tend to be big ones oop-) Basically, my personal look at him is not that he’s inept at styling at all, but that he has a “too much” gene. And like everyone else, this sense of style is completely like him, too. Going too far to impress when all he needed to do was slow it down some to think things through. (And funnily enough, a lot of his outfits take random aspects from his brothers too - “nothing without them” huh?)

For Raph, I feel bad for him since pretty much all of his clothes are inevitably going to be ripped, but he makes them work pretty much each time. Like Leo, Raph tends to go more sporty with his looks, but I also noticed that his stuff often goes in that in between of comfy, cool, and cute. His pajama suit in particular comes to mind in terms of “cute” as it’s more something you’d see younger children in rather than older kids, and I think it can be a subtle nod to the fact that for all Raph tries to seem older, he’s still just a kid too.

I could probably go on, but these are just all off the top of my head - I love how the boys’ personality’s come out in so many different ways.

[ovwechoes]

do you write for venture? if so, could you do nsfw and sfw headcanons with them? i love them sm!!

Venture SFW/NSFW Headcanons!

Yes I do! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy them c: Any thoughts or opinions are always welcome, and my asks are open! NSFW headcanons will be under the cut, and please don't read them unless you're 18+/over the age of 18yrs old.

Does Venture have any secret talents or skills they don't talk about much, if at all? I think Venture would have an affinity for painting, especially natural scenery and landscapes. They'd love Bob Ross paintings and would follow tutorials in their downtime, but with their own flair added to them. They also, of course, enjoy collecting crystals and loves collecting rocks to break open and see if they're geodes. They have a secret TikTok to show what they find, and they like to remain anonymous there to keep things private and entirely focused on their discoveries.

What personal goal or ambition drives Venture, which they rarely share with others? How does it influence their behaviour? Venture wants to protect what's left of the environment and the Earth itself; they're paranoid and cautious about deforestation, and the possibility that archaeological discoveries could be destroyed before they're appreciated and found, so it's something that they're passionate about and influences them in their daily life. They don't like to cause too much harm to the Earth when fighting, and they secretly donate money to organisations that put said money into rebuilding the environment. They feel immense guilt when they see the after effects on the ecosystems around them after fights between overwatch and talon, for example. It's something they don't discuss very much, and when they do they keep it simple because they don't like being that open about it incase others' opinions make them feel more guilty.

Who is an unlikely friend or ally for Venture? How did this friendship develop, and what do they value in each other? I can honestly imagine Junker queen being one of the most unlikely allies and friends of Venture. They might both share an affinity for the beauty of geodes and crystals, and Venture would want to share with Junker queen the beauty of archaeological finds that have been found on her land. It's something they'd bond over, and Venture would appreciate Junker queen's acceptance of their eclectic personality, which sometimes rubs off on people the wrong way. They're both weirdos in their own ways, and they both love shiny and historical things.

Does Venture have any unique or peculiar habits? How do these quirks affect their interactions with others? Venture 100% has self soothing stims that aren't necessarily autism related, but help them focus when they're busy or stressed out. They'd do things such as twisting their fingers, playing with small rocks between their fingers, or fiddling with tech just to pass the time. It's something they don't hide anymore, and they like to encourage others to take part even if they're not neurodivergent. They also pick up words and habits from people very easily; they heard Tracer say "okie doke" one too many times and now they can't stop using it even in professional spaces. It's apart of their vocab now and until something new replaces it, it's what everyone at Waypoint has to tolerate.

What is something that really annoys Venture? How do they typically react when faced with this annoyance? Venture is bothered by narcissism; they don't mind when people are confident and admit their own strengths, but it's bothersome to them when people flaunt it as if they're a walking god. They appreciate humble people, and like when someone shows their strengths, rather than plays them up with their words to inflate an ego they shouldn't have (in Venture's opinion). Another big pet peeve they have is when people have ignorant bliss. They believe that being aware and working towards a better future is better than staying blind to what's happening; they very much believe that if you choose to stay unaware of what's going on and how it's impacting society or the planet, you're encouraging the harm it causes and are complicit. It's something they're very passionate about and they can be seen as blunt or too harsh when confronting people like this.

NSFW headcanons are below the cut! Sexual themes are present so keep this in mind when reading.

What is a desire or fantasy that Venture keeps private? How do they reconcile this with their public persona? With Venture being the first openly non-binary overwatch agent, they feel an expectation to be a switch and to have no sexual preferences. Regardless of this, they privately enjoy being submissive and letting their partner take the reigns during sex. They find it hard to be openly sexual, and feel that they shouldn't be because they're trans non-binary, as if it's something seen as dirty in the public eye. However, when they trust someone enough as their partner, their sex drive speaks for itself.

What are some fantasy scenarios or settings that Venture finds particularly appealing? How do these fantasies align with their real-life desires? I can imagine they have a fetish for sensory play, especially the use of wax in sex and foreplay. They enjoy the feeling of it burning their skin, and the submission aspect from their partner doing this for them. In reality, this isn't a make or break thing for them and it's not something they need from his partner desperately to be happy. They would crumble if their partner suggested in with pure lust, but it's not something they're particular about because they understand that not everyone's interested in it. However, they're open with their partner about the idea of being restricted via sight and touch. They like the idea of not being able to touch their partner without permission, and being blindfolded. They're not too into BDSM, and it's not something they're experienced with, but fantasies wise, they'd be open to these things and light bondage if they trusted their partner enough with it.

How does Venture incorporate technology into their intimate life? Are there any gadgets or tech they particularly enjoy? Venture would 100% make a new toy for their partner to use based on one conversation they had about potential fantasies or what they'd want in an idealistic world. They're not too experienced with using toys, but they'd be willing to explore it more with a partner who understood them and accepted them fully, and was willing to do so with them without judgement or pressure. They'd of course make toys based on rocks and based on historical findings just to see how they'd feel in the modern era.

What kinds of physical or emotional stimulation does Venture find most fulfilling? How do they incorporate these into their intimate life? Venture enjoys verbal reassurance and words of affirmation; they enjoy being told dominating words filled with praise during sex, it makes them feel as though they're doing everything right. They love when a partner 'matches their freak' and can get on board with exploring new kinks and new ideas they've considered a couple times. They also love when their partner entertains their behaviours that others would consider weird; it somehow turns them on even more and makes their sexual tension even higher. They love to be touched on their shoulders, their lower back and the back of their neck - that's their main erogenous zones and if their partner touches them, Venture will be left high and dry until they're able to get off fully. It'll stick with them for days as well...

How comfortable is Venture with showing vulnerability during intimate moments? How does this vulnerability impact their relationships? For years, Venture couldn't have sex with someone unless he knew them well. One night stands never worked for them, and they were always left feeling used and unfulfilled. It was uncomfortable, but they take them as learning moments that helped them understand what they like and don't like in sex. They used to only have sex with the lights off, so that they wouldn't have to see what their partner's face looked like after seeing their body naked. As confident and unapologetically authentic as Venture can be, their body was something they felt especially uncomfortable with for years. They still sometimes need the light off to stay in the mood, but it's something they've improved on. On the other hand, Venture encourages their partner to be as vulnerable as they need to be; if they need to cry, laugh, hold them, etc. it's okay with them. It's not a turn off for them to see those from their partner, if anything they view it as a way to build their relationship even more.

I hope you enjoyed these anon and thank you again for the request ^^

[peitalo]

First of all, I love your ideas/fanart specifically about King Midas but a question I have is...

Does he have any lore/personality traits or will you make a character sheet soon also it makes sense for him and Illusionist to get together they both give me Eldritch deity vibes

YESSS. Thank you so much!! :} here is a very quick “get to know me” for him as there is a lot that i’ve written:

He has an extensive backstory— younger heir to a throne prone to jealousy and neglect bitter and greedy to his core etc. killed his older brother for the crown…he’s selfish…. mean……values flair and glamour over function, abandoned and destroyed his home (castletown) and had a very ugly flaunt-my-new-power eyesore built instead.

He was cursed by his brother’s blade in that final fight to be bound to the nether (this is a Minecraft oc) and it works very similarly to midas’s touch, though the deeper the curse imbeds itself the more the nether wants to pull him into it— all of the portals in the server are currently overflowing, and he is becoming less and less stable. He leaves scorch marks and fire in his wake, and his hands have burned through all the gloves he’s attempted to wear. He is an awful wretched grief ridden man and the consequences of all of his ugliest emotions are always on display; illusionist is the only “person” (if you can call her that) he trusts, confides in, and… cares… about (yuck)……in some way.

They are both so gross and their love is disgusting god bless. I hope their engagement breaks off (they have a sickening evil bond) (they’re both doomed)

Here is his playlist <3!

[ego-meliorem-esse]

i love this blog so much; every hc made has the same feeling of staring at an old, european painting flaunt and draped with colour (renaissance; victorian; baroque, etc.) and emotion and feeling that same deep rich feeling of history and beauty pass through you as you stand in the silent hallways of a motionless white museum

I got very emotional at this wow

Thank you very much! You said this yet you have no idea that this is now my absolute fav ask i have ever gotten, you have no idea the emotions you made me feel.

You didn't have to look at my stuff: drawing, hcs and shitposts, but you did and that makes me extremly happy.

I have a flair for the dramatic I have to admit, and it comes out in my posts. Sometimes too much but I enjoy writing/drawing it immensely! And when I find out that someone out there finds as much joy in viewing it as I do making it, it makes everything worth the time i put into it!

Like yes, this is a shitty hetalia fandom blog with a specific niche, but as a community, we put so much thought behind it and make it come to life better than any book or movie ever could. And that makes me emotional.

So thank you again! <3

[pendleton-manor]

Ok so I’m just going to get into it

Custis:

The eldest son.

Custis and Morgan wear almost identical outfits in the game, with Custis in black and Morgan in white. Notably, Custis wears a jacket (not quite long enough to be called a frock coat) over his blouse and waistcoat. It is a brocade fabric, very subtle but elaborate, with gold trim and excessively large, golden buttons at the waist. His (spotless!!) shoes are boots—white, to compliment Morgan—and they too have gold trim at the top. I would also like to point out the pocket watch chain, gold, running from his waistcoat pocket to what I’m assuming is a breast pocket. It’s a strange place for it; he wears it like an accessory.

Out of all three of the brother’s Custis is the best dressed. It’s not for any love of fashion; it’s a show. In part, he’s flaunting his social status and wearing his role as the eldest son on his sleeve; he’s refined, he’s respectable, he’s well out together. But it’s more than that, it’s a necessity. They’re broke at this point and people definitely know about it. The only way he can save face is to keep up artificial appearances and not give any of the other aristocratic jackals the satisfaction of seeing them struggle.

Morgan:

Morgan is wearing a very toned down version of Custis’s outfit. The lack of a jacket is incredibly significant to me, as it indicates he had one but chose not to wear it. The fabric is white, but not a perfect white. It’s more like an ivory. And the fabric isn’t brocade like Custis’s is. It’s not a cotton or anything; it’s pinstriped, just ever so faintly, and it’s clearly tailored to fit him properly. It’s still very, very expensive. His pocket watch hangs at his hip—more for utility than for show. He wears hosiery and slippers as opposed to boots.

Morgan’s outfit reflects two things—he’s much more laid back that Custis is and he’s the second son. There are no gold accents or trims, no expensive fabrics or dazzling accessories. The buckles on his slippers are the most eye catching part of his ensemble. He was probably the little boy who yanked at his cravat because it was uncomfortable and refused to wear the elaborate outfits his mother put him in. Morgan talks to a courtesan like she’s an old friend and Treavor says he might actually miss Morgan after he’s dead. This, coupled with his dressed-down look, indicates to me that he’s more down to Earth and easy going that Custis is.

Understandable, as he isn’t burdened with any sort of pressure like Custis is.

Additionally, and this isn’t important, I found it interesting that this model of Custis is wearing Morgan’s exact outfit just with a color swap.

Treavor:

Treavor is very interesting because his outfit is, fabrics and colors aside, identical to Custis’s. More so than Morgan’s is. Thigh length coat with a gold trimmed lapel and a high collar, a waist coat for visual diversity, a pocket watch that goes up to his breast pocket, boots instead of hosiery and slippers.

Instinctively, I think Treavor is trying to dress for the job he wants, not the job he has—which is to be the eldest (and only) Pendleton. He resents and fears Custis but he mimics him closely. The fabric Treavor chooses is interesting—it’s nothing special. The color alone is odd; not many other nobles wear such a drab gray/green/brown color. Not only does it wash him out and make him look sick, it is the color of peasants.

Even his boots, splattered with a bit of mud from Wrenhaven’s banks and the courtyard outside of the Houndpit’s, are a dark, dreary color. There’s a bit of accentuation there with the gold at the top. But none of Treavor’s flair rivals Custis’s.

The material of his outfit resembles Wallace’s jacket or Cecelia’s trousers. Part of this, I am convinced, is intentional. He’s the only nobility in the bunch and they’re all likely to distrust him. This is Treavor’s idea of “dressing down” the only way he knows how. It ends up making him look as uncoordinated on the outside as he is on the inside.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, eh Trevboy?

[sxyphen]

soooo I made some morphology's and outfits for td charcters, here’s what I have so far (warning, this is gonna be long)

Gwen: outfit (Female Pearlcatcher; teal Jupiter, obsidian Basic, and emerald Basic) This is one of my personal favorites, it's simple but it works really well, but you'll see the morphologies and outfits get more complicated soooo

Courtney: outfit (Female Coatl; sand Cherub, camo Constellation, and wisteria Basic) Another favorite, she just looks pretty :3

Duncan: outfit (Male Bogsneak, eldritch Cinder, fern Blaze, and flaxen Basic) Silly little eepy guy, I feel like this is probably the most accurate dragon of any td character i've made. not much to say about him tho

Alejandro: outfit (Male Imperial; coral Python, maroon Shimmer, and blood Smoke) This is actually a dragon that I have, you can check him out here, but it actually took a couple tries to get an outfit that I think works with him lol

Bridgette: outfit (Female Skydancer; caribbean Lionfish, sanddollar Shimmer, and cobalt Okapi) nothing much to say other than, pretty :3

Geoff: outfit (Male Pearlcatcher; magenta Clown, ivory Butterfly, and strawberry Spines) same with Bridgette, I wanted them to be matching, cause, y'know. they kiss :<, but I honestly prefer this one over Bridgette (the outfit, not the morphology)

Harold: outfit (Male Ridgeback; periwinkle Skink, orange Hex, and fern Stained) I'm really happy with how this came out, even if it took a couple redos lol, and the steampunk apparel works with Harold's, vibe

ok for some stupid reason I can't put the pictures of Beth, Justin, Katie and Sadie [im on pc], so I'm just going to link the morphologies here: Beth (Female Aether; ivory Candy, magenta Butterfly, and shamrock Wish), Justin (Male Aether; bronze Boa, hunter Daub, and overcast Flutter), Katie and Sadie (Female Aberration; brown Pinstripe, ivory Flair, and cottoncandy Koi)

Ezekiel: outfit (Male Wildclaw; algae Pinstripe, soil Patchwork, and stonewash Veined) My favorite tbh, can't really explain why it just, ✨does✨

Feral Ezekiel: outfit (Male Mirror; fern Stiched, camo Patchwork, and cobalt Ghost) yeah, i made the eepy. i changed the breed cause 1) it reflects how ezekiel changed after his mutation, and 2) Male Wildclaw's position(?) isn't creaturey enough

Leshawna: outfit (Female Obelisk; ginger Falcon, obsidian Rosette, and cerise Contour) Nothing much to say about this one tbh, she looks real pretty tho :D

Owen: outfit (Male Snapper; metals Ground, marigold Safari, and teal Koi) I like this one, it's simple but unfortunately i couldn't find anything to represent his maple leaf :(

Cody: outfit (Male Coatl; gold Swirl, twilight Fissure, and copper Contour) i'm honestly not happy with this one, specifically the outfit. might redo this one later, and remove all the autumn stuff

DJ: outfit (Male Tundra; camo Python, brown Constellation, and dust Runes) lookie, is my boy :3333333333

Izzy: outfit (Female Mirror; sunshine Clown, pear Eye Spots, and avocado Gembond) really happy with this one, it fits her well and gives off her craziness :>

Sierra: outfit (Female Spiral; jade Clown, mulberry Hypnotic, and blackberry Opal) i'm very lucky to have found the apparel that i did for her, cause if i didn't, i have no idea what outfit to have given her ;-; but yeah she pretty

Eva: outfit (Female Snapper; cobalt Falcon, sapphire Peregrine, and obsidian Spines) big buff lady :D

Tyler: outfit (Male Ridgeback; cherry Jupiter, sable Eel, and white Basic) A fan of this one, and the Love's Herald was a gift from Lindsay. and now thinking about it, i might wanna make some lore for this. it's a big maybe though

Lindsay: outfit (Female Fae; garnet Flaunt, honey Jester, and cornflower Scales) i don't know how to feel abt this one, not a fan of it. and also will probably redo the outfit. the morphology i can live with.

Noah: outfit (Male Nocturne; brown Jupiter, pthalo Safari, and crimson Underbelly) another favorite, it gives off very Noah vibes lol (and i just realized that he shares a gene with Owen. so do with that information as you will)

Trent: outfit (Male Skydancer; algae Viperia, forest Eel, and obsidian Koi) I love this one, gives off very bard/guitarist kinda vibes. and if there was lore, i imagine trent would be a nomad entertainer, playing in small towns and cities, and maybe at a bar or two

Chris: outfit (Male Fae; forest Falcon, teal Myrid, and obsidian Smoke) look, it's him, the guy!!!!/j but in all seriousness, this is literally just him. entitled little short king who slays (i also have one for Chef, but it's yucky :,<)

i had one for Heather, but I deleted the outfit for her, which was of a dragon that i already sold, soooooooo i'm just gonna make a new one for her :3 also thank you for reading this long ass post (if you actually did), it means a lot to me :3

[bcrgondy]

closed for @slccpover

" now, don't forget to call me when you’re ready to wash that off... " flirtation weights heavy on his tongue he lifts the sharpie with flick of his wrist, leaning away from the giggling girl that fixes her top waves off, flaunting his signature on her chest.

he composes himself just in time to catch the disapproving glance of his publisher, to which he flashes his hand like a poor, innocent victim; how could she ever think he was up to anything other than being a perfectly well-behaved writer? this was his biggest publishing party yet. the music was pumping, the cameras were flashing, and the fans were... well, always a pleasant touch.

"ahem," the redhead announces on stage, wiping the disapproval from her face into a practiced smile. "-the stunning conclusion to his best-selling austin graves mystery series. ladies and gentlemen, the master of the macabre… sebastian valmont," it's his cue; the audience applauds as he comes up to the stage with the effortless gait of someone who'd grown up surrounded by attention, thriving on it, really. the cameras love him- almost as much as he loves himself. the night goes on mostly as planned, posing for pictures with fans, autographs copies of his novel as well as... various body parts. catherine isn't happy, though. she's been huffing and puffing on his neck the whole night, she'd just been waiting to get him alone to scold him.

" what kind of idiot kills off his bestselling main character? " she finally gets a chance to scold him at the bar, he orders them both a drink with a casual wave- hoping to make her a little more malleable. probably not. " as my blood-sucking publisher , i don't feel like you're being very supportive right now . " he teases, only to earn a dismissive eye roll . " writing austin used to be fun . now it feels like ... work . " he scrunches his nose at the word , making a face . " ah , god forbid you should work . i mean , you could’ve retired him , you could've crippled him , you could've had him join the frickin’ circus. but no - you had to put a bullet through his head . " he slides the cocktail over to her , slowly , cautiously . " i have a flair for the dramatics ... you should know that by now . remember santorini ? " he earns himself a push to the chest , and laughs impishly at the memory . " life should be an adventure , cat . you want to know why i killed austin ? there were no more surprises ... i knew exactly what was going to happen every moment of every scene . it’s just like these parties. they become so predictable... 'I’m your biggest fan' 'where do you get your ideas?' " he mocks in a high-pitched tone , receiving an unamused stare in return . " and the ever popular, 'will you sign my chest ?' " his mouth rounds and pauses in that thought , eyes drifting at the recollections . " actually that one i don't mind so much ... " still- just for once , he wishes someone would come up to him and say something new .

feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder , sebastian immediately turns around , pulling out a sharpie " - where would you like it ? " a fleeting , flirtatious glint in his eyes as takes in the woman who'd grabbed his attention .   

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Sweetheart Day hcs and more

Sweetheart's Day day hcs

Who binges on the chocolates? 

Eleteo: Elena! Mateo helps but Elena does most of the work. Once she even found Mateo's gift early and ate it as a snack during an ill time grand council meeting.

Gababel: Isabel. She has the flores sweet tooth and who can resist specially baked treats from the Nunez's bakery. 

Estenaomi: Esteban. He tries to be a gentleman and let Naomi eat more because it's Sweetheart's Day but then Naomi offers him some and he offers her until they decide to eat it all together. 

Estoma: Esteban still. Luisa even helped bake them. 

Who tries to get in the mood for Sweetheart's Day?

Eleteo: Elena. It is so Elena. She has the clothes, she has the candles, she has the rose petals and she's ready to spend the whole evening with her favorite wizard. 

Gababel: You would think Gabe. Ha, even Gabe himself thought Gabe. But it is Isabel. People underestimate the spicy Flores gene in Isabel but it's there. And on Sweetheart's Day, it comes out in full force. Fave was the one with the candlelight dinner, Isabel was the one who surprised him when they were alone. 

Estenaomi: Esteban does. In the most over dramatic and cliche way possible, of course. Naomi enters the room and there he is, lounging shirtless in leather pants with petals all over the bed and he's smouldering with a rose in his mouth like he's freaking Pepe lePew. 

Estoma: Still Esteban. Still with a rose in his mouth and the leather pants and the smoulder. Can't forget the smoulder. Some things don't change like Esteban's flair for the theatrical. Though sometimes he surprises him by whipping out the lingerie. 

Who serenades the other? Eleteo: Uh isn’t it obvious. Elena! How could she not sing about the love she has for her wizard king. But Mateo most definitely returns the favor with the traditional songs his mother taught him which brings Elena back to the old days pre Amulet and it’s just very romantic and nostalgic.

Gababel: I think Isabel would, also with the romantic songs she heard Francisco and Luisa and her parents sing about. Eventually I think Gabe would have the courage to join in (I hc that Gabe is not so confident about his singing voice and that’s why we have the crime of only one Gabe solo)

Estenaomi: Esteban totally Esteban because he is a dramatic boy when he is love and sometimes surprises Naomi at work which she scolds him for but she loves anyway https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9lLDo7Xoqk

Estoma: Again, Esteban. Doña suggested she might do it to surprise him but he made some excuse about how it would be inappropriate to flaunt their love (tbh he didn’t want to be embarrassed by the public shimmying dance again but somethings you can’t outright admit when you’re in a relationship)

I like to think that they both believe they’re “too old” or it’s just not their thing so they say they won’t celebrate but they’re both liars because Esteban arrives at the door with orchids and she has a cake she baked (actually she bought it from the Nunezes) and they spend their day near that waterfall, cloud watching and talking before going to a fancy resturaunt. Honestly, Esteban secretly likes indulging in romantic gestures (much like Francisco) even though he thinks himself a sensible guy and dona melts for it because hey, after all these years she thought that sort of thing wouldn’t happen. But with Esteban, you’re always in for a surprise. 

Who cries at sappy movies?

Eleteo: They both get very into it and jst end up cuddled under a blanket sniffing and hugging each other. 

Gababel: Isabel buries her head in Gabe's chest. but Gabe blinks back some tears when he thinks she isn't looking. 

Estenaomi: Naomi actually laughs at the movies since they're so cheesy and Esteban joins along but sometimes he tears up.

Estoma: Esteban. He gets heavily invested in the characters. 

Silly arguments they get into?

Eleteo: They're that cheesy couple that are like "You're the prettier one. No you are." etc. And they'll get all mock indignant. 

Gababel: They argue about military and scientific terms and the correct pronunciations, eventually laughing over how ridiculous they sound putting emphasis on the wrong syllables. 

Estenaomi: It's a classic but the one argument they get into when at sea is directions. Esteban says the mmap is all wrong and they're supposed to go left. Naomi said they already did and they should ask someone. Who should they ask in the middle of the ocean? etc. and so on. 

Estoma: Most of the arguements are stupid like which color scheme is better for whatever event but they up it a notch by dragging past incidents and disagreements. Petty ones too like "Remember when you said my name was Estefan instead of Esteban? I do." 

Long standing competition?

Eleteo: Seeing who could sneak the most discreet kisses, hugs and other PDA during a formal event or meeting without anyone noticing. Mateo is winning mainly because he doesn't linger or try to get one more touch as Elena does. She can't keep her hands to herself.

Gababel: Since for the first few years apart, their competition would be how many events they'd surprise the other like ISabel coming back from college for Gabe's recognition ceremony or Gabe going to one of her scientific conference speeches. 

Estenaomi: Their longstanding competition is who could do rigging and knotting and all that nautical stuff the fastest or with their eyes closed or whatever other twist to make it harder. Or during Esteban's favorite tactic is distraction with kissing.

Estoma: Trying to get the other to break their dignified composure in public. Whether by scaring them or other tactic.

Who snores louder?

Eleteo: Elena does. She's queen, she has lots of stuff to deal with so who can blame her for her deep sleep and the snoring that accompanies it to reflect that. Mateo makes random grunting noises in his sleep like he's trying to make words but cuts himself off. Elena thinks it's adorable, of course.

Gababel: Gabe does! You have no idea. it's loud and rumbly and drones on and on. As much as Isabel loves him, she uses an ear muff because he sounds like a giant grizzly. 

Estenaomi: Both do. Ironically both think they don't snore and the other ones does and argue the other is louder and wakes them up. Though sometimes Naomi's snores are cut off when she talks in her sleep. 

Estoma: Esteban does. He is always exhausted at the end of the day and it shows. It also comes with a snort at the end of it. 

Nickname they give each other? 

Eleteo: As taken from fandom consensus, Elena calls Mateo her "Wizard king: along with other endearments like mi amor and mi querida. Mateo does the same, but also calls her "Shining Light" (but never in Paraiso)  Gababel: Isabel calls Gabe all the usual affectionate terms and he does too, but her significant one for him was "My Knight: both for the literal description and for how she admires his strength and chivalry. Gabe calls her his brain and more often, his soul because she is able to help him come down from the stoic battle captain mask he has to possess when in battle and remind him of the lighter things he is protecting Avalor for. 

Estenaomi: I put this under embarrassing nicknames but overtimes Esteban comes to sincerely use "Miss Fiestypants" as an endearment since that feistiness is one of the things he loves about her. Naomi calls Esteban the "Duke of Sin" which she means as a joke but he took as the highest of compliments and insists on living up to it. Not that she's complaining.

Estoma: Dona calls Esteban, "El Primero." Well the full nickname is :Ek primero en mi corozon." But El Primero is shorter and a nice reversal of his loathed El Segundo nickname. Esteban calls Dona the usual endearments mi amor and mi querida. He'll occasionally call her "Pretty Bird" or "Labia Plata" which means solver tongue.

Whose gaze lingers? 

Eleteo: Elena. She is the absolute opposite of subtle and she revels in the chance to look at her favorite wizard every chance she gets even when her family and Mateo remind her that she has to be more queenly in public. 

Gababel: Isabel mostly. Gabe still tries to remain respectful of her especially in the beginning of their relationship. And while Isabel loves Gabe for more than his looks, she can't help but stop and admire Gabe's muscles. Especially during workouts and perhaps imagine how they feel under her grip. 

Estenaomi: Esteban does. He can't help it with how Naomi climbs the rigging and various other tasks with such ease.

Estoma: Esteban does, he's not above watching her walk away. 

Who can easily tell when the other is lying? 

Eleteo: I feel like Elena would. She's perceptive like that and Mateo tends to believe Elena has the best intentions, and the most expressive face so he would think she's incapable. Not that she does lie to him but if it was in a regular conversation with someone else, he wouldn't be able to tell whether she's lying or not. 

Gababel: Gabe can tell mainly because Isabel gets flustered when she lies and she does so hate to lie to his face so she doesn't really succeed at it. 

Estenaomi: Naomi can. Esteban's lies tend to get complicated and he can't remember what he said in the first place so it's easy to suss out. Besides, he starts to get the same problem as Isabel in not wanting to lie to Naomi in the first place. 

Estoma: Both I think. We've seen that they can pull off lying with ease but they know each other too well like how Esteban tends to hesitate or choose his words carefully so he's not completely lying. Dona osunds way too smug when she lies. 

Who falls asleep during a massage?

Elena: She's always so busy so when she gets a massage she falls asleep, dreaming of a blissful world without duties. But that's only when it's a random person. When it comes to Mateo doing the massage, there are spicier results. 

Gababel: Isabel does. Gabe's massages are harder because he has so much tension and hard muscles in his back that a cracking Swedish massage has to be done first before he can relax and fall asleep.

Estenaomi: Esteban does, mainly because it occurs during his siesta time so it's just more likely he'll sleep. 

Estoma: Still Esteban. He has a stressful life and doesn't sleep much for various reasons so the messages tend to send him off to sleep.

Who laughs during the pedicure?

Eleteo: Mateo does and Elena finds it adorable, But to be fair, Elena thinks Mateo's laugh is one of her favorite sounds in the world though he gets flustered about it and almost kicked the poor pedicurist. 

Gababel: Isabel does. Gabe's feet are too calloused from training. He occasionally jumps but has practice with stoic guard face. Isabel hates it because she feels like it's so childish but Gabe reminds her that it's a normal physical reaction and that her laugh is cute. Then he starts laughing himself which starts a ridiculous cycle between them. 

Estenaomi: Esteban does with his very manly giggle. Naomi teases about itl that if he wasn't a pampered prince who keeps his feet so soft that he wouldn't have this problem whenever they go to the spa. 

Estoma: Dona does. She didn't realize it until it was too late and it was so embarrassing trying to pretend she wasn't affected. Esteban was secretly amused as he watched since it's rare to see her so uncomposed.

Who flinches during waxing? Eleteo: Mateo does. The poor guy has sensitive skin. Besides Elena's used to all the plucking and primping and has learned to keep a brave face. 

Gababel: Both do. Gabe is used to pain but its in the heat of battle, not the kind where you have to actively stay still and wait for the wax to be ripped off. The waiting makes it worse because of the anticipation which somehow makes it worse. Which is the same problem Isabel has when it comes to waxing. The waiting as you know it's coming. 

Estenaomi: Both but they try not to let it show by grasping each other's hand or the armrest because they know if they flinch, they might lose an eyebrow. 

Estoma: Neither. They're used to it. 

[ophionyx]

Selling these, details under the cut :)

Sinon, unbred fully gened G1, had him for sale earlier and then kept him for a while, but I’ve fallen out of love again. Ruby-Shale-Overcast/Wind. On the AH for 500kt but I’m happy to go much lower.

Tommy, unbred fully gened G1. He’s Clay-Latte-Bronze/Water, two off of an XXY though not the matchiest. Has alternate scries in his bio. I’ll part with him for 250kt/g or something akin to that.

Nero, bred (all kids named) and has a silhouette scroll applied. This is the base pose. Has a tiny lore starter and an apparel plan that works on either pose. Ice-Abyss-Phthalo/Ice. Up on the AH for 100kt.

Espaeon, bred (all kids named). He’s level 11 and his most notable feature is that he’s tiny even for a veilspun at 0.39 m. Has a small character description. Sanguine-Obs-Obs/Fire. I’ll sell him for 60kt/g.

Coil, unbred. And old gene project. Oilslick-Lemon-Lemon/Light. For sale for 25kt/g.

Venoza, bred (all kids named). He’s level 8 and has a good chunk of lore as well as an apparel plan. Fuchsia-Fuchsia-Midnight/Arcane. Looking for about 75-100kt/g for him.

Cocktail, unbred. Comes with his apparel plan. Vermillion-Radioactive-Mantis/Plague. For sale for 25kt/g.

Vald, unbred ungened G1. Shown right are two scries. He’s a very matchy XYZ that works extremely well with flaunt/flair. Forest-Sand-Moss/Earth. I’ll sell him for anything of 150kt/g or above.

I’m happy to haggle or discuss payment on any of these, especially if that means they go to a good home. Will reblog with a link.

Some of these guys are stuck in my hibden so I might ask you to hold another dragon so I can take them out.

[shuasunflwr]

Can you do like a headcanon of yeonjun as a boyfriend or something like that?

ooo my first ask! thanks for requesting!

i feel like this is bad, but i tried my best lmao :’)

definitely will try to redo this one day if i feel like it hhhhh

yeonjun as your boyfriend headcanon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: none!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ requested?: yes!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lexi’s notes: uh just enjoy lmaooo

i never really thought of boyfriend yeonjun before😭

dating yeonjun is like dating a 10 year old trapped in an adult body lmao

he gets so excited and dramatizes everything, he acts like such a little kid honestly

i imagine he’d be a very sweet and playful type of boyfriend though

even before y’all started dating, he’d be very clingy and touchy with you, like it’s the type that’s annoyingly sweet

he’s definitely very flirty too, like he would be saying little jokes and pick up lines to you all the time

despite being all teasing and stuff he’d be so sweet with you, like he’s constantly taking care of you, checking up on you, things like that

like one day you got sick out of no where and he canceled all his plans to take care of you that whole day

you told him he didn’t need to stay and care for you but he insisted, especially knowing you lived by yourself

he spent the day making you soup and feeding it to you🥺

he cuddled with you

y’all watched movies

but he later tried to kiss you, you told him no but he did it anyways and got sick🥲

anyways

he’s kinda like textbook definition type of boyfriend but put in his own little ✨flair✨ into it

like he has a lot of textbook boyfriend qualities but he also doesn’t

i’m pretty sure taehyun would be a textbook definition boyfriend, but this post isn’t about him lol

but anyways

he probably tells you “i love you” constantly because it makes you flustered and he finds that really cute, he just really likes to fluster you

i can see him flaunting your relationship everywhere, rubbing it into the members just because he’s really proud to be with you

like he wouldn’t talk about you straight up but it’s more like he brags and shows off about you a lot, he just somehow makes everything about you i’m a way

“you know, i got y/n a bracelet that looks just like that! they loved it too.”

the members love you and hear about you a lot unfortunately

you’re always coming over to the dorm, so you’re like their 6th member at this point

but yeonjun is happy you get along with them because they’re like family to him

he gets lowkey jealous when he sees you’re getting close to another member though

it wouldn’t be obvious he’s upset, but you can kind of feel the energy from him that he’s not really having it

if it was anyone else he would kind of wrap his arms around you, or just any action to show that you are taken already

but around the members he seems to just subtly glare at them a bit, like a slight ‘back off’ stare

he really doesn’t mind you getting close to the members, but it makes him uncomfortable seeing you get too close to them, you know?

he’s just lowkey possessive with you, like he just really feels the need to remind everyone that you’re his and no one else’s

he trusts you enough that you won’t cheat, but still your his

i can imagine him showing you different dance moves to their songs

like you stopped by while he was practicing by himself and instead of practicing, he started teaching you the main points of the song lmao

WAIT

he choreographs a dance to a love song for you👀

idk if you’d be into that, but it would be really cute i think

dates with him would probably be really sweet but also expensive

like shopping dates where he can buy you whatever you want

he sees you eyeing a really pretty shirt but you don’t buy it because you don’t have enough money, when you return from the bathroom he just hands you the bag with the shirt you were looking at earlier

he would probably spoil you a bit too

like he probably has a new gift for you every time you meet up, you appreciate it but you hate that he spends so much money on you :’)

or y’all go out to eat at a fancy restaurant or something

“junnie i told you, you don’t have to keep spending money on me

“nonsense y/n, it isn’t that much anyway!”

when you’re not out spending money, you’d have a cooking date

since yeonjun is the only one in the group who can properly cook, assuming you can cook too, you could teach him new recipes for him to use

he’d be very interested seeing all the new things you show him, amazed at all the tips and tricks you knew like it’d be a real eye opening experience for him

he’d be really proud to show his and your creation to the members too because your cooking is the best✨

plus he loves food so it’s a win win

yeonjun probably uses babe, baby, and prince/princess as nicknames these can also have have “my” in front of them because yeonjun is possessive so ykyk

he just likes nicknames he can use that really point out you two are dating

okay but kisses with yeonjun

they’d be so cute hhhhh

like his lips look so kissable like they’re very plump and it’s just😩

since he’s pretty clingy i think kisses between y’all happen often, but they feel really good so it’s not like you mind-

like you can really feel how much he loves you when y’all kiss it’s just ajssjdssjs

that reminds me, cuddles are a must!

he already clings to you 24/7 so he’s basically hugging all the time

but you probably sit on his lap a lot and you guys just kinda cuddle like that, you guys get hugs and time together and he gets you on his lap, just a few of his favorite things

i don’t think you guys would fight often

it’s something yeonjun probably tries to avoid a lot, so if anything ever happens he makes sure you guys talk it out like mature adults

the last thing he needs is for you to get upset at him, or he ends up yelling at you. he most definitely does not want that

speaking of talking with each other, yeonjun would be a good adviser

like he has a lot of life experience since he was a trainee for so long, so if you ever have any issues you could go to him and just talk it out

he just wants you to know that he’s always there to talk to you and vice versa

he may seem all happy and stuff with the members but i’m sure being the eldest of 4 others and taking care of them takes a toll on him

just keep making sure he’s alright :] i’m sure he’d appreciate that a lot

despite being a teaser, he really does care

i just think boyfriend yeonjun would be really sweet

like he teases you a lot, but he loves you a lot

he loves you to the moon and back

you are the sun to his earth and i don’t think he’d have it any other way :)

[dabi-drift]

Yaoyorozu, Bakugou, Compress x S/O {Valentine’s Scenarios} - Incomplete

If you want any characters adding here or to anything else I write, just drop me a comment or an ask!

Momo Yaoyorozu:

♡ La douleur exquise: the exquisite pain, unrequited love…

♡ This was perhaps the most appropriate summary of your emotions. You loved this girl, this sweet, gorgeous young woman, with all your heart, all your essence. But would she ever return that love? You watched her interactions with Todoroki and Jirou…it was more likely that she'd develop feelings for one of them.

♡ What was the point in all this pining? Not that you could help it, of course. You would've given anything to break free from the stifling jealousy, the borderline worship.

♡ It wasn’t obvious. You were the type so often described as a 'Kuudere'; your face very, very rarely betrayed your heart. But Momo…she made heat rise to your cheeks and butterflies flutter in your stomach.

♡ She was breath-taking, indescribable…incomparable.

♡ You noticed the way she captured everyone's attention, how she did it so innocently…you couldn’t help falling for her.

♡ You didn’t think she'd ever accept your advances, so you stayed at a distance. You became friends, but refused to take it further. You wouldn’t even try. You weren't willing to lose her.

♡ So when Valentine's came, you were extremely ill-prepared. Ashido asked if you were giving chocolate to anyone, and with your usual stoicism, you said no. For a split second, she seemed disappointed. Was the idea of love really that tempting to her? You would never understand that girl. Love wasn’t always something to flaunt. It hurt. A lot.

♡ Now, you weren't going to lie - you had briefly considered making Momo some chocolate with your sub-par skills, but that'd be too desperate…right? You could've waved it off as friendly, but if she was the only one to receive it, would she truly believe that?

♡ You sighed, busying yourself with school and listening to the mindless chatter of your classmates. Lunchtime approached, and you decided to sit alone. On the roof, of course (when is the roof ever not mentioned). You had to admit, all the happy couples sent you a slight wave of nausea.

♡ You were just wondering, ‘Why couldn’t you and Momo be like that? Why did love have to be so complicated?’

♡ Well, at least your food was there for you. As you began to eat, the last thing you expected was a polite little knock at the door. This was the rooftop - unexplored territory to the average student - no-one needed to be so gentle. You didn’t respond, thinking it'd been either the wind or your imagination.

♡ The door opened.

♡ It was Momo, all worn-out and blushy.

♡ Your heart rate picked up, and all potential words died on your tongue. Why did she hold such power over you? And why, why was she so damn cute?

♡ You wanted to turn her away, but a strange determination was burning in her eyes. In her hand lay a small box, complete with a ribbon and label.

♡ She moved toward you slowly, legs shaking. She presented the box to you.

♡ "I-I made these for you! Please accept them!"

♡ Although it floored you, how could you possibly refuse her?

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr Compress:

♡ His dramatic flair will certainly bleed through to this special day.

♡ This man 100% sat down and learned as many expressions of love (in different languages) as humanly possible; the more poetic the better. Obviously, he uses them at every opportunity, but on a day such as this…it was bound to be more heartfelt (I mean extra).

♡ He was forever going over-the-top, no matter whether it was your birthday, Valentine's, Christmas or anything in-between. He didn’t care for the tradition of men waiting until White Day to return gifts - he wanted you to experience the most amazing day, feel all the love he poured into you. He actually went to the trouble of purchasing (not stealing?? Man's dropped being a villain to officially become your biggest simp) everything he gave.

♡ Let's face it, the lure of thievery was strong, but his devotion to you was far, far stronger.

♡ You'd never professed to be a hero, but…you weren't a villain, either. You appreciated honesty and decency. Y'know, normal stuff - core values that villains were often shown to be lacking. So for Atsuhiro to break from his criminal tendencies, even for a moment…it meant that you were respected, cherished beyond belief.

♡ He hoped to prove as much, with each new dawn.

♡ But today, society had provided a legitimate excuse for Atsuhiro to flaunt his love. He'd organised the entire day, ensuring radio silence on the League's part. His plans wouldn’t be ruined by other obligations. Your importance surpassed theirs, tenfold. He couldn’t (nor did he ever wish to) fathom a world without your radiance.

♡ You were everything he never thought he'd find.

♡ This man will absolutely take you for a fancy dinner (PLF funded, of course), ending the night with a kiss beneath the twinkling stars - the ones he can't help but compare you to. In truth, the thousands upon thousands visible amid the partial cloud-cover, paled when judged against you.

♡ How did he ever win over such an otherworldly beauty?

♡ That thought was reoccurring. But it didn’t matter. It never would.

♡ "Tu sei un dono del cielo, e tu sei tutto quella che voglio."   *You are a gift from Heaven, and you are everything I want.

♡ "Voglio passare la mia vita con te."    *I want to spend my life with you.

♡ Get used to these more intimate phrases he's sprinkling into conversation. He might slip up a few times, but you'll never realise. And what does it really matter? The sentiment speaks with far greater clarity.

♡ He's a romantic at heart.

Katsuki Bakugou:

♡ Oh, your heart yearned for Bakugou's love. You couldn’t really understand it, given his attitude and that apparent God Complex. Unfortunately though, your rationale was side-lined in favour of this pursuit.

♡ Valentine's seemed like the perfect time to expose your feelings, but you just didn’t know what to do! While you stared at him a lot, you didn’t hang around the Bakusquad, and you couldn’t recall ever hearing him confess to liking something.

♡ That's where Midoriya came in. He was the ultimate treasury of information about the explosion boy. You just knew he'd have the answers. You spoke for a while in the dormitory's common room, Midoriya's notebooks spread across the table. By nightfall, you'd acquired knowledge of practically every inch of Bakugou's life. You wondered for a moment if that was a breach of privacy, but…oops?

♡ You settled on Mountain Climbing gear - Mountain Climbing, as Midoriya explained, was a favourite activity of Bakugou's. He gave you measurements, just in case you bought any clothes (how the hell did even know them), and walked you through the things Bakugou definitely wouldn’t turn down.

♡ It was gonna be a bit costly - good thing this boy was so intoxicating. 

♡ It sort of felt like trying to buy his affections, but even if he issued a fierce rejection, you'd still insist he take all the stuff. You didn’t hike, so what use would it be to you?

♡ You were determined to show your love, to prove you'd be his perfect match, far worthier than anyone else!

♡ When you'd collected everything (and thrown in a few spicy chocolate treats), you wrapped it up and steeled your nerves. The day of reckoning was fast approaching, like a herald of ruin. This could make-or-break your heart.

♡ Midoriya gave you lots of encouragement, but every time you saw Bakugou in the interlude, your smile faltered. What if he really did reject you? What if he hated you?

♡ Bakugou being Bakugou, he received letters and confessions of love on a daily basis. He never reciprocated, and he always complained - they were too desperate, too annoying, too…anything! He just seemed to hate love - the very concept! It was disheartening.

♡ But you wouldn’t give up.

♡ You wanted this boy, more than life itself. You wanted to be the one he held dear, the one he protected and grew jealous over.

♡ It was a fluffy fantasy. But hopefully, hopefully, reality would prove sweeter.

♡ The morning of Valentine's descended, and you caught him just before school. He would've walked with Kirishima, but said boy dismissed himself with a smile. He'd been clued in, you supposed.

♡ Bakugou tried his usual 'What the fuck do you want? How dare you address me directly, you piece of shit idiot', but you weren't letting him. He hadn't even realised the date, but when his gaze drifted to the items in your hand, he froze.

♡ You were in the middle of "IgotyouthisandIhopeyou'llbemyvalentinebutIreallydon'tknowit'sfinetorejectmeIjustwantedyoutoknow-".

♡ You saw the blush climbing his neck. You saw it settle on his cheeks. You heard him stutter, for the very first time. He was struggling under his contradictory thoughts of: My long-time crush actually feels the same way! And, I have a fucking reputation!

♡ You took pity on him, swallowing down all your nerves and stepping forward.

♡ You kissed him.

[sou-ver-2-0]

to this day it amazes me that the Collarbone Sprites exist. they have like. 3 lines total. and YET nankidai just. made two whole-ass sprites like this. well sure they have just different facial expressions so its more like 1.1 sprites of work but. GOD THEY EXIST. it probably would have easier to make a nonpanicked version of that "open arms" sprite series but we got this instead. im not complaining just. god the work for something that appears for 3 lines?

tbh i would have a great giggle if the COLLARBONE SPRITES came back AND WERE IMPORTANT. can you imagine. there's a serious discussion and suddenly BAM collarbones. i'd die on spot. theres not a single instance where id survive that hit, for real. i dont know what i want more, for those sprites to be a one-off fanservice moment (the hilarity of making two sprites for 3 lines of text) or for them to come back in an important moment (the hilarity of such dumb sprites being crucial). for real.

A Serious Analysis of the Collarbone Sprites (& other Shin sprites)

Absolutely delighted that you asked me about this, Anon. Very important topic for Shin fans. Ah yes, those sexy collarbone sprites. I know that you just wanted to share a good laugh with me, but…I think these sprites are important to the plot! I think it is important he’s wearing that handsome smirk! And I’m not at all surprised that Nankidai drew a unique pose for this important scene!

I touched on this topic before; those sprites are super important because it’s the first time we get a full look at Shin’s key necklace!

I really believe that the necklace is what Shin used to unlock his collar. That’s what the imagery strongly suggests. We first see the key necklace when Keiji asks Shin if he even has a collar, and Shin reveals that he does, but he shows that key necklace at the same time… The irony that Shin could still unlock the collar is delicious.

But you didn’t ask about the key necklace; you’re here to talk about the sex appeal! So let’s talk about that. Or, more specifically, let’s talk about the symbolism behind Shin hiding and showing his neck to us, since that scarf functions as the mask for his “Sou” persona.

The fact that Shin covers himself up in winter clothes ties in nicely with the fact that he is someone who wants to cover up his “true self.” This is especially true of his scarf, which belonged to Original Sou. It’s no coincidence that Shin’s most frightening sprites are when his scarf covers up half his face, leaving us only a glimpse of his wicked eyes.

In contrast, my favorite sprites are the “arms open” sprites you mentioned.

Nankidai uses the “arms open” sprites for Shin beginning in 2-2, post-collar reveal. He uses these sprites to show Shin being more emotionally vulnerable. Shin wears his “arms open” when he is at his most desperate, when he is feeling protective of Kanna, and when he is begging Miss Sara for her help. His fear and anger and heartbreak are on full display for the world to see, along with the glimpse of his neck behind the scarf. To me, these sprites feel like Shin being Shin. He’s being himself and not hiding anything. That’s why I love them so much.

But back to the collarbone sprites. Besides showing off his collar and necklace, I think it’s important that Shin looks confident for this reveal, because he’s coming from a place of strength! Shin is used to coming from a place of weakness. But in this scene, when Shin shows off his collarbone, he just accomplished three things that make him feel strong:

He successfully won the laptop for himself.

He made Keiji look like a fool in front of Miss Sara.

He just delivered Kugie’s smartphone to Kanna with the changed message! In Shin’s mind, he just thwarted Miss Sara’s Evil Plans to break Kanna’s heart, and instead gave his girl a reason to live. He must feel pretty good about that!

Because Shin feels so strong in this moment, he’s confident enough to show off some skin, even though it’s a “vulnerable” look for him. Because he’s that self-assured that Miss Sara and Keiji can’t hurt him right now. He can flaunt a little sexy pose for his enemies, as a treat.

I don’t expect to see the collarbone sprites again, since they feel so specific for this reveal. However, I suppose if Shin wanted to teach us something about the collars or his key necklace, it would be a fun callback for Nankidai to make Shin pose like that again. And then…we all die on the spot together, haha.

I wanted to end this by saying that I love the irony that Shin doesn’t have…you know…a “hot bod.”

But you know what he does have? A fun personality!

(Villains are fun, okay?)

So he can flaunt off his neck and pull it off with such flair that he still feels sexy to everyone.

Love that for my man.

[fanficflaneuse]

Princess Charming And The Gentleman in Distress

Index

A/N: I wrote this for my beautiful friend @the-hufflefluffwriter​ who loves Lucissa and helped me explore this ship. I loved writing this and I hope you like it as well <3

Lucius x Narcissa 

Word count: 1530 

Summary: Narcissa asks Lucius on a date. 

Ever since he had gotten to Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy walked about the school grounds like a dandy. He was handsome and intelligent, qualities he knew he possessed and was not afraid to flaunt them in and out of class. He kept mostly to himself and talked to a very selected few. This rubbed most students the wrong way, as they assumed the was just another stuck up, entitled pureblood.

Which he was, to an extent.

Lucius was raised to be the perfect heir of a long line of (mostly) pure blooded wizards and witches, after all. He behaved with the propriety and decorum he was expected to, but that was not the reason why he wouldn’t engage with most people.

In reality, he knew he wasn’t half as charming as he imagined himself to be. He could get really dorky about things he was passionate about, like potion making or reading. He was an expert in lots of random things. He knew the events of the XVI century’s witch hunts and Anne Boleyn’s biography by heart. He loved animals, especially peacocks and learned every fact about them. He was kind-hearted, sensitive and open to new ideas, characteristics his father scorned.

Through the years, Lucius had curated an image of perfection he wasn’t willing to lose. And he wasn’t going to let anyone use his true colours against him like his father did.

So, as he walked to the prefects’ carriage, his shiny new badge pinned to his robes, he procured to maintain his composure. Nobody could’ve guessed how proud and excited he was about his new position. His mask of poise fell for a minute when he saw who the other Slytherin prefect was.

Narcissa Black was probably the most popular girl in their year. She was beautiful and dignified, with the aristocratic flair that accompanied her last name. She was also brilliant and had a way with people that made her the centre of attention wherever she went. She was a beater and the star of the Slytherin quidditch team. Narcissa laughed and the world stopped to listen. She was everything Lucius tried to convey and wasn’t.

They had never talked to each other. Narcissa had a lot of suitors, but the only two boys she really talked to apart from her teammates were Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, who dated her older sisters.

As he sat next to her, one single thought crossed his mind: Salazar, this is going to be very, very awkward.

…

“So, are you really thinking about filling your manor with albino peacocks?” she asked, laughter in her voice.

“Of course! They are beautiful, noble creatures. Once I’m the owner, I’ll have them everywhere,” he answered humorously and yet dead serious.

“What a joy to whoever marries you, Malfoy.”

As the months went by, Narcissa and Lucius struck up a very particular friendship. Little by little, he opened up to her. She was endeared by every arbitrary piece of knowledge he had to share with her. She loved how he listened intently to whatever she had to say and he’d ask real questions without ever being nosy. Narcissa found someone who understood her insecurities, someone who not only valued her wittiness but always had a perfect comeback for her. They were overly dramatic together, balancing the etiquette demanded by their families with playfulness.

Their nightly rounds suddenly became the highlight of their weeks. Every day, Lucius would try to find more creative ways to flirt. As the friendship grew, so did his attraction for Narcissa and he was dying to ask her out.

“That could be you, you know?” he said smugly.

Narcissa looked at him, an eyebrow raised. She knew Lucius liked her; he wasn’t subtle at all. And she liked him back, but she knew better than to show him that. Her sisters had taught her well.

“Oh, I know that approach too well, Malfoy. My mother warned me about guys like you.” She crossed her arms playfully.

“Oh, really? So, she warned you about handsome, intelligent and absolutely talented guys like me?” he shot back.

Narcissa laughed, a full-blown laugh that left her breathless. Lucius felt satisfied.

“No, you fool. She told me about those men, too eager to get a proper lady for a wife and a line of mistresses and bastards on the side,” she said dramatically.

It was Lucius’ turn to look at her as though she had gone mad. “And I am one of those?”

“Definitely.”

“Cissa, I can count with one hand the amount of people I talk to. If anything, you are the one who might be searching for a proper gentleman for a husband and a line of lovers on the side,” he countered.

“Not going to lie, I definitely like that idea. The swap of gender roles sounds refreshing,” she beamed back.

He shook his head as a smile played on his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, Narcissa Black.”

Narcissa smiled. They were already walking back to the Slytherin common room. She knew everything her sisters had told her about not showing too much interest. Andromeda was particularly adamant about this; she had shown the slightest bit of interest for Rabastan and he acted smug for months before asking her out. But she wondered how long she’d have to wait before Lucius made a move. Narcissa didn’t know many more nights of playful banter she could take. Patience wasn’t her forte, as much as her father told her it was the most important quality to cultivate.

Her heart was beating fast on her chest when they arrived to their common room. She decided to get over with it already.

“Cissa.”

“Take me to Hogsmeade next weekend,” she blurted out. Her tone was demanding, not allowing the least beat of doubt to show on her features.

Lucius nodded slowly, not able to disguise his surprise at her bravery.

…

Lucius offered his arm to Narcissa, who linked it with hers. They were very close to each other, enough for her to notice how her date was shivering. It was snowing as they walk to Hogsmeade. Narcissa took the necessary precautions when she chose her garments for the day. She looked beautiful, as always, but she was also properly dressed for the weather. Lucius, on the other hand, had sacrificed comfort for style and now he was freezing to the bone and pretending like everything was fine.

Narcissa could tell he couldn’t wait to arrive at Madam Puddifoot’s and get his hands on steaming cup of tea. She decided it was her moment to act gallantly; she had asked him out, after all. She took off her green scarf and put it around his neck. Once again, Lucius was taken aback by her attitude, but he couldn’t deny the scarf made a big difference.

They smiled at each other sweetly, but she knew she couldn’t let this opportunity pass. She was loving the whole “princess charming and gentleman in distress” situation.

“You know, Malfoy? I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Lucius’ face was already too red from the cold for Narcissa to notice the blush, so he decided to play along with her. “You’ve seen nothing, Black. I’d look fabulous in one of your skirts.”

She giggled. “That confidence makes me think it wouldn’t be the first time you wear someone’s skirt.”

“It would be,” he said, “I’m just so handsome I can pull anything off.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes playfully.

“Your confidence, on the other hand, makes me think it isn’t the first time a guy uses your clothes,” he retaliated.

“Oh, it’s definitely not the first time,” she said offhandedly, noticing how Lucius’ confident smile vanished from his beautiful face. “My cousin Sirius looks so pretty in my dresses. You have no idea!”

Lucius snorted. He pushed the door to Madam Puddifoot’s. A tinkle announced their arrival. The place was tacky and over the top, with ribbons and frills in every possible pastel colour. It was, anyhow, classier than the Three Broomsticks and Lucius had wanted to take her on the very best date possible.

As they sat down, Lucius inched forward and whispered something that could’ve probably scandalized any other proper lady he knew: “You’d look great in my clothes, Black.”

“Oh, Malfoy,” she retorted, her smile hinting an incredibly witty response, “you’ll have to go to hell and back before I wear your clothes.”

…

Lucius woke up to an empty bed. He sat up, scanning the room in search of his wife. He noticed sounds coming from the bathroom and laid back, waiting for Mrs. Malfoy to emerge. Narcissa came back to their bed wearing Lucius’ robe. He smiled at the sight and open his arms for her. She gladly complied and snuggled to her husband.

“You know, Cissa?” whispered Lucius, never missing the chance to mess with his wife.

“Yes?”

“Going to hell and back wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be,” he teased.

Narcissa filled the room with the wholehearted chortles only reserved for her husband and Lucius couldn’t feel any happier.

[harlot-of-oblivion]

Flowers By The Sea (Part 8)

The big day is only week away and Vergil is attending the joint bachelor and bachelorette party at the beach. Little does he know that his meddlesome brother's antics include inviting his lovely rose to the seaside get together.

Everyone loves a beach episode, right? Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Chapter 1: Waves of Devotion

Dante sits behind his desk, elbows resting on its messy surface as he surveys the crew assembled before him. Lady is leaning against one side of the desk facing Trish, whose back is resting against the railing of the staircase with her hands on her hips. On the other side of the office, Nero regards him with guarded curiosity while lounging on the couch next to Nico, who pays him no mind as she casually rests one ankle atop her knee.

They are all staring at him expectantly, he is the one that called them all here after all, but it’s his nephew that finally breaks the ecstatic ice. “Alright, so…why the hell did ya call us all here?”

“Yeah,” Lady pipes up as she rests one hand on the desk and leans in a little closer. “What’s the deal, Dante?”

The corners of his mouth twitch into a mischievous smirk. “The deal…IS THIS!” he exclaims, reaching down under his desk before revealing a light pink pastry box to the whole crew. Another long silence follows while they just stare at both him and the wide-open box with varied expressions of perplexity and scrutiny. Dante’s smirk widens while he waggles his eyebrows, waiting for the epiphany to finally hit the crew just like it did him when he first read what is written on the inside the box:

things that fall

petals teardrops snowflakes rain stars tides eyelids time shadows leaves the sun and I, for you

Nero is once again the first to speak up. “Uh…what exactly are we looking at?”

“Oh my god!” Lady gasps, eyes sparkling with realization as she covers her gaping mouth with her other hand.

“Well, well…that was quick,” Trish murmurs while squinting at the elegant handwriting on the bottom of the pastry box.

Nero shakes his head in confusion. “What’re you guys talking about? It’s just a box with a…wait a minute,” he mutters while leaning in closer for a better look at the short and sweet poem, eyes widening when he finally notices the key words written in bigger letters right at the center of the pastry box:

and I, for you

“OOOOH! Looks like you’re gettin’ a new mom!” Nico howls while elbowing Nero in excitement.

“C-cut it out!”

Dante flings his head back and lets out a boisterous laugh while Nero swats Nico’s arm away. “It seems our sweet gardener has plucked the he loves me petal from the flower of loooooooove,” he announces gleefully, pointing at the proof with his usual theatrical flair.    

Trish quirks a well-trimmed eyebrow. “Yeah…but what does that have to do with all of us?”

“Oh no,” Nero mumbles under his breath while his eyes narrow in suspicion. “You’re not thinking-”

“Oh, you know he is!” Nico quips back with a hearty chuckle.

“Listen Kid,” Dante begins to spell it all out as he sets the pastry box down on his desk. “Your old man is taking forever to seal the deal with Buttercup.”

“He does have a point,” Lady admits with a shrug.

“Which is why he needs our help,” Dante finishes with a sage nod of his head.

Nico tilts her head while her eyes glint with interest. “What’re you suggestin’?”

Dante grins as he scoots his chair back from the desk. “Well, I’m glad you asked because…” He reaches over and pulls out a piece of poster board hiding behind the old radiator on the wall. “I got it all figured out!” he declares with a proud smile while turning the poster board over to reveal the title of his grand scheme:

OPERATION: GET DUMBASS BROTHER AND BUTTERCUP TOGETHER

A jumble of colorful depictions of what this said scheme is supposed to entail greets the crew as they just stare in awe at his clever plan, which is carefully drawn out in some markers and a few crayons. Dante peeks around the poster to admire his own work, mentally patting himself on the back for drawing the perfect view of the beach. He is especially proud of the drawing of Vergil, which is just a stick figure with spikey silver hair, holding the hand of another stick figure with a flower in their hair. They are both walking on the sand as they bask in the waxy yellow sunset beside some messy instructions written in black marker.

“Oh wow! This is really happening, huh?” Lady wonders aloud while trying to read his smudged handwriting next to the happy stick figure couple.

“Are you seriously just tryna piss him off even more?!” Nero exclaims incredulously, examining the contents of the poster with a mixture of astonishment and horror at what is happening at this very moment.  

“So, what exactly is the plan, Dante?” Trish inquires as she walks around the desk behind Dante’s chair before settling on the opposite side of the desk across from Lady.

“Well, I figured the best way to speed things along,” he pauses his explanation for a second to circle the stick figure couple with his finger, “is for them to show some skin,” he reveals the key element of his cunning plan with a devious grin.

“Oooh!” Nico gasps. “So, we’re gonna strip ‘em and lock ‘em in a room together!” she shouts while clapping her hands in victory and nodding her head in approval of her own wild suggestion.

Dante strokes his chin while he mulls over her crazy yet potentially brilliant idea. “That’s not bad, Nico. Not bad at all,” he assesses aloud, which earns him a disgusted grunt from his nephew. “It’s not exactly what I was thinking of, but I’ll keep in mind just in case my own ingenious plan doesn’t pan out.” He takes out a black marker and uncaps it before scribbling down Nico’s idea on the poser board while he elaborates on his carefully planned operation.

“Right now, my second in command is inviting Buttercup to the joint bachelor and bachelorette beach party,” he informs while he finishes writing down Plan B. “Which by the way, isn’t gonna stop me from dragging your ass to the strip club later,” he tacks on, pointing at his nephew with the black marker with a crude smile on his face.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…time out,” Nero interrupts, waving his hands in the air as his brow furrows in thought. “Second in command? You don’t mean-”

“Is that why Kyrie wanted to be dropped off at her house on the way here?!” Nico abruptly interjects. Dante stays quiet while he caps the marker, but his wicked grin is all the answer the crew needs to confirm Nico’s hunch.

Lady sighs and shakes her head in disappointment. “Why can’t you use that brain of yours during jobs?”

“Oh c’mon! I use my brain…most of the time,” Dante retorts while tapping his temple. “Besides, I knew as soon as I saw Vergil walking through the shop like a lovestruck zombie that this Legendary Wingman needed to step up his game,” he adds while pointing at himself with both of his thumbs, which makes the poster board fall flat on his desk.

“He did what now?” Nero scoffs while shaking his head and blinking his eyes in total disbelief.

“Aww! That’s so cute!” Lady squeals as she claps her hands excitedly. “Alright, I’m in!”

“Count me in too,” Trish chimes in with a nod.

“Me three!” Nico hollers back with a raised hand.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Nero groans while burying his face in his hands.

Dante clenches his fist in victory despite his nephew’s obvious disapproval. “Alright, so as I was saying…”

“Yeah, yeah, show some skin, we heard that part,” Lady repeats his words from earlier while looking over the meticulously planned operation on the colorful poster board. “And just how are we supposed to…?”

“Well, I’m glad you asked because in order for this to work,” Dante explains as he points to the stick figure couple,  “we need to keep Buttercup’s invite a secret, or else my brother will never wear what I have in mind.”

Trish’s eyes flicker over the scribbled notes. “Do you even have a speedo?”

“Well, no…not yet.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Trish offers without a second thought, motioning towards Lady across the desk.

“Yeah!” Lady agrees with a charming grin before lightly punching his shoulder. “We’ll get ya one too.”

“Whoa! That’s not part of the-”

“Do you really think that Vergil will wear a speedo if you’re not flaunting your ass around in one as well?”

Dante ponders Lady’s reasoning before letting out a relenting sigh. “Alright…I’ll squeeze into one too, but on one condition: mine has to be red,” he requests, already writing down the change of plans before adding an afterthought. “Oh! And pick up a couple of Hawaiian shirts while you’re at it.”

Trish nods. “Deal.”

“In the meantime, I’ll lend him some of my favorite magazines,” he continues to elaborate while grabbing a copy of Slap & Tickle, shuffling through its naughty pages with a wolfish grin. “Hopefully, they’ll help loosen that stick up his ass and teach him a thing or two about-”

A loud grunt of disgust interrupts his train of thought. Dante looks over at the couch and sees that Nero is glowering at him, upper lip raised in a snarl much like his own father. But that does not deter him from asking his next question with a straight face: “What about you two?”

Nero scowls while glaring at him skeptically. “If you seriously think I’m gonna help with-”

“I’ll whip up something real special for Vergil’s girl! Don’t you worry!” Nico yells abruptly while rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

“Uhhh Nico…I don’t think she’s ever touched a weapon, much less knows how to use one,” Lady surmises while tilting her head in thought.

“She sure knows her way around a hoe though,” Dante quips back with a cheeky grin.

Nico shakes her head. “Nah, man…I’m thinking a spiritual successor to Sweet Surrender, if you catch my drift,” she clarifies with an arched brow, which only makes Nero groan in disgust again while his cheeks turn light pink with embarrassment.

“Look Kid,” Dante addresses with utmost serious while leaning over his desk, “if you’re not going to help us land you a future mom-”

“No, I’m not gonna help because it’s fucking creepy!”

“Then just stay outta the way while we adults handle it, capiche?”

Nero rolls his eyes. “Pff! Whatever…don’t come cryin’ to me when my dad turns you all into devil sushi.” He crosses his arms and slouches back on the couch, looking more and more like his father with that salty scowl on his face.

“Yoooooooo this calls for some codenames, dontcha think?” Nico suggests enthusiastically.

“Nicooooo! You’re a genius!” Dante cheers with a playful grin. “My codename will be Tony Diavolo, Kyrie will be Sunshine, you three,” he gestures towards Nico, Trish and Lady as he names off their special codenames. “Snap, Crackle, BOOM!” He glances over at his nephew, who is still sulking on the couch. “And Nero will be,” he murmurs to himself, dramatically rubbing his scruffy chin in thought.

“Don’t you fucking dare say it, Dante,” Nero threatens with low growl while his eyes glint with agitation. But that has never stopped Dante from riling up his nephew, so he meets Nero’s harsh gaze with his own amusement one before revealing his designated codename in this whole operation:

“Deadweight.”

“Fuck you!”

Nero immediately jumps off the couch and rushes towards Dante, who is already bracing himself for impact. As he gets tackled down to the ground by his nephew, he hears the rest of the crew chat away, totally ignoring the scuffle going on behind the desk.

“Snap?” Nico questions quizzically. “Hell no! I want my codename to be NYOOM!”

“Crackle? Really?” Trish sighs, clearly unimpressed with his imaginative codename for her as well. “I expected better from you, Dante.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Lady chimes in happily. “I kinda like my codename!”

The ladies take a moment to reflect upon the madness they all just agreed to participate in while the boys continue to wrestle each other behind the desk. They all silently commit to this crazy plan for various reasons that range from wanting to see Dante genuinely happy again to wanting the cute florist to be part of this ragtag family. But they all can agree on one thing: this ridiculous plan will totally provide the perfect amount of entertainment to relieve their boredom if they just play along.

Trish gracefully flips her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and glances across the desk at Lady. “We better get started on our part of the plan since the party is only a few days away,” she advises before walking towards the front door.

Lady peeks around the desk. “We’ll catch ya later!” She waves down at the feuding half devil relatives before following Trish out the door.

Nico hops off the couch and snatches a swimsuit magazine off the desk. After giving it a few flips, she nods in satisfaction before sitting back down on the couch, halfway way taking in the contents while waiting for the boys to tire themselves out. Her mind starts to come up with a preliminary blueprint of that special surprise she mentioned earlier…

(A Few Days Later...)

The crashing of waves has always invoked a sense of peace within Vergil ever since he could remember. The reason behind this innate response is still a mystery to him though; it could be the hypnotic repetition of the water breaking on shore, or perhaps it’s the salty scent of the sea breeze filling his lungs as he marvels at seaside view. Part of his mind tugs at a lost memory of his last visit to these shores long ago, but he still has difficulty recalling that time. He may not know why he finds the roar of the surf serene, but there is one thing he is certain of at this very moment:

He’s going to beat Dante this time.

Vergil waits patiently for a suitable wave from atop his surfboard as it bobs up and down in the ocean. A few meters away his brother is paddling alongside a decent wave, but it is most certainly not the best he has seen thus far. He glances over his shoulder towards the shore where the rest of the crew is either lounging in the sun or setting up for a cookout. This seaside outing is the joint bachelor and bachelorette party for his son and future daughter-in-law, which he knows to be customary among wedding couples…but as his eyes flicker down towards his bare legs swaying in the salty sea, he wonders why he must suffer wearing this ridiculous swimwear in order to join the festivities.

The ecstatic hollering of Dante brings his attention back to the matter at hand, and more importantly, to who really forced him into this situation. For the past few days his brother has been acting very odd…Well, odder than what is expected from a fool like him, but nonetheless it has not gone unnoticed. Every time he has come back from his clandestine practice sessions with his lovely rose, he finds a plethora of lecherous magazines and romantic guidebooks strewn across his bed and desk.

At first, there were only a couple of stray magazines on his bed, which he promptly threw over the banister while berating his brother for snooping around his room again. But more just appeared on his bed with every passing day, getting even more salacious going by the crude covers of voluptuous women clad only in skimpy swimwear. He did not throw the guidebooks when they started to appear though, mostly because he could never find it in himself to harm a book in any way no matter its contents. And only one of those lewd magazines ever caught his eye…it was labeled as the spring edition and the theme was flowers.

Suffice to say that Dante’s new line of insufferable antics has made Vergil quite cranky. It only grew worse when his intolerable brother somehow convinced him to wear a blue speedo and the matching blue Hawaiian shirt with light pink tropical blooms. He remembers Dante claiming that he must look the part in order to “hang ten” as he so boorishly put it, flashing his own matching red set of speedo and Hawaiian shirt with pineapple shaped pizzas.

Vergil tried to object to this absurd beachwear, but the party was the next day and he had no other alternative on such short notice. If he was only was made aware ahead of time then he would have remedied that predicament immediately, but no one thought to inform him of this until the very last minute. In fact, he finds it quite peculiar since just the other day, he and Nero had their usual sparring session on this very same beach. One would think that his own son would notify him of-

“Bet ya can’t beat that wave, Verg!”

Dante’s cocky taunt knocks him out his aggravated ruminations. He glares in the direction of his brother, who is smiling like a loon as he paddles closer to him. Just before he can growl his own tempered retort, he notices a heavy swell of water lurch forward from the deep, rising higher and higher as it gains momentum. “It seems the tide favors me more, little brother,” he points out before paddling forth towards the impending wave with a smug grin on his face.  

“Watch and learn!”

The vigorous surf drowns out Dante’s responding jeer as Vergil moves out closer towards what is assuredly going to be the more superior wave compared to his brother’s measly attempts. His agitated thoughts are washed away as gets closer and closer into position for catching the impressive wave. He empties his mind of all thought and feeling, concentrating only on the feel of the salty water lapping at his knees as he waits for the familiar pulling sensation of the undertow as the wave rolls closer and ever higher towards him.  

Vergil lifts his legs onto the board and begins to paddle towards the shore when he feels the water surge forward. As soon as he reaches the foamy crest of the wave he stops paddling and places his hands onto the rail of his board before popping up his chest. He keeps his balance as he brings one foot forward and steadily stands on top the board while riding the grand wave with his trademark style and grace. After he gets ahold of his bearings, he looks ahead toward the shore and spots a flowery newcomer among the crew.

Even from a distance he can tell that this unexpected guest his lovely rose, no doubt donning appropriate swimwear for the beachy occasion along with a well-crafted flower crown. The split second of lost concentration causes his board to wobble beneath him, but he’s able to regain control before completely making a fool of himself in front of the whole crew. And as the crest of the wave curls in on itself he cannot help but wonder if your unforeseen appearance is the reason behind his brother’s most recent infuriating antics.

Vergil dives off his board as soon as the wave finally breaks. He sinks down for a moment before swimming up towards the surface, shaking his head free of excess water before heaving himself back onto his board. His hands furiously paddle towards Dante, who is currently waving at the crew while they greet their new guest. The fact that his brother does not even have the audacity to act shocked by your sudden appearance speaks volumes, which only stokes the enraged fire burning inside him.

“Hey!” Dante greets nonchalantly, either totally oblivious or just ignoring Vergil’s harsh scowl as he continues to wave. “Look who’s here!” he points out with a cheeky wink.  

“You knew she was coming here, didn’t you?” Vergil barks while steering his board perpendicular in front of Dante, effectively blocking his view of the shore so that he must address him head on.

“Water you talking about?” Dante replies mockingly with a wide smile.

“You meddlesome cur!” Vergil seethes as he pushes Dante off his board and proceeds to dunk his head under the roaring surf of the sea.

Dante flounders around helplessly for a moment before maneuvering himself below Vergil’s surfboard. It only takes one strong push to tip the board over, which sends Vergil back into the water with a great splash. They both struggle for a bit underwater, exchanging blows and hard kicks until the need to breath forces them to pause their fight. As they break through the surface of the water for much needed air another huge wave crashes into them and drags them closer to shore. When the wave finally recedes, they meet each other’s challenging gaze, fully intending to continue their fight by the sword this time.

“Hey! Will you guys cut it out! Damn!”

Nero’s angry shouting brings them back to reality. Vergil looks over at the shore and sees his son shaking his head, no doubt rolling his eyes as well. His keen eyes also spot you standing by his beach chair, shielding your eyes from the sun as you stare right where he is currently bobbing in the ocean. He growls at the notion of being duped by Dante as he swims back to surfboard, not caring that he is splashing water all over his brother with every aggressive stroke of his arms and legs.

As Vergil swims back to shore, he cannot help to reminisce about all the practice sessions in your music room. It took some cajoling on his behalf as well as a couple sprigs of white heather blooms until you finally agreed to play piano accompaniment for him at the wedding. You jokingly warned him to be prepared for when you inevitably freeze up on stage, but when he suggested that he knows of ways to warm you back up… well, the rest of that practice session was filled with flirty banter and sideway glances full of yearning.

The romantic tension has grown exponentially since both of you shared that heady moment by the camellias. In fact, it renders him completely useless for the rest of the day while his mind shuffles through various passionate musings about his lovely rose. And when he finally finished the last red velvet rose and finally read your hidden poem written on the bottom of the box…something inside him shifted as the world around him faded away, leaving him breathless as his heart hammered in his chest.

It seems many things fall indeed…like a lovely rose for a prickly devil.

Even now his heart beats faster at just the mere image of those final words as it comes to the forefront of his mind. As his feet touch down on the sandy bottom of the shore, Vergil attempts to clear his head by shaking it free from excess water before slicking his hair back into its usual striking style. He hoists his surfboard under one arm as he walks the rest of the way up to where the crew is settled. You are now chatting with Kyrie over a small open cooler, and the closer he gets to the seaside camp, the more he notices just how well prepared you are for the beach.

You are wearing a flowery bikini that reveals a generous amount of skin for Vergil’s greedy eyes as he subconsciously moves his surfboard in front of his hips. A matching mesh sarong is slung around your ample hips and that brilliant smile he is so fond of curves on your lips as your jubilant gaze shifts over to him. His speedo gets little tighter as he thinks back to the one lewd magazine with the flower theme…which he hates to admit to having flicked through its pages of contents before throwing it over the banister. He starts to truly regret giving into his fleeting curiosity about how you might have looked clad only in flowers…

A warm feeling sprouts in chest and grows hotter as it spreads down his body, causing him to clamp down on whatever shred of dignity he has left to rid his mind and body of these sudden carnal urges. He relies on the method he uses when wielding the Yamato, centering his mind as he puts the flame of all emotion into the void. By the time he arrives at his beach chair, he feels more like his usual self: calm, composed, and in complete control. He secures his surfboard in the sand and dries off with a towel before snatching up the garish Hawaiian shirt that his brother so graciously gave him for this event.  

As Vergil slips the shirt on, he happens to glance down at the Yamato, which is still propped up next to the chair. A small bundle of pink flowers wrapped around the handle gives him pause as a sense of déjà vu floods his mind. Last time, it was the bright blue blooms of forget-me-nots that had the honor of decorating the Yamato along with your phone number. His lips curl into a soft smile as he reaches down to stroke the soft and feathery petals with his fingertips. He recalls this delicate flower to be astilbe and its meaning of patience and devotion to a loved one makes his heart race once more as your secret message rings through his mind.

I await your requited love.    

“Flower for your thoughts?”

The sound of your sweet voice breaks him away from his fervid ponderings. His head snaps around to you standing behind him with an intrigued expression on your lovely face. He can now clearly see a crown of eucalyptus leaves, lavender, and multicolored freesia adorning your head. His eyes squint at the odd combination of blooms. Multiple colors of freesia denote friendship and thoughtfulness while lavender has many meanings that could apply, but the appearance of eucalyptus signifies protection…from what though?

Does my lovely rose not feel safe?

Vergil quickly pushes the meaning of your flower crown aside in favor of turning around to face you while answering your cute query. “I had no idea you were coming to this seaside festivity. Otherwise, I would’ve…” he trails off, not wanting to divulge that Dante tricked him into wearing his current attire for his own twisted amusement.

“Kyrie invited me when she came by a few days ago,” you inform as your hands begin to fiddle with the loose tassels of your sarong. “I thought you overheard from the music room.” Your eyes glisten with worry as you gaze up at him. “I’m sorry…I can leave if you want,” you offer sadly, taking a step back from his personal space.

Vergil takes a step forward. “That won’t be necessary,” he replies softly, placing a hand on your shoulder as he tries to explain his strange behavior. “I was just…caught off guard.”

A smile of relief spreads across your face as you run your finger up his arm. “You’re not in the habit of being surprised, huh?” you ask with a light giggle.

“Not in the slightest,” he agrees, relishing the feel of your delicate finger as it traces patterns on his upper arm. “But I’m beginning to find that I don’t mind being surprised by you, my lovely rose.”  

Your eyes gleam with delight at the sound of his endearment. A bashful giggle leaves your lips as you turn your head away, which only highlights your flushed cheeks in the warm sun. Vergil chuckles at your demure reaction to his compliment and takes another step closer to you. Your eyes snap back towards him while your head is still turned and the coy grin curling on your lips sends pleasant tingles throughout his body.

“Whale, hello there!”

Vergil grumbles at his brother’s obnoxious greeting while you look over your shoulder. Dante saunters over to where both of you are standing, parading around in his red speedo and gaudy Hawaiian shirt proudly. You laugh and turn around to wave at his oafish brother with a smile on your cheerful face.    

Dante returns your happy smile with his own mirthful grin. “I hope my brother’s resting beach face didn’t scare you away, Buttercup,” he jests while pointing at Vergil, whose brow crinkles deeper as he gives an unamused grunt at his brother’s preposterous observation.

“Of course not!” you exclaim with a light giggle. You reach over and wrap your arms around Vergil’s bicep before hugging it close to your chest. “All he needed was a good dose of vitamin sea to cheer him right up!”

Dante knocks his head back as a rowdy laugh bursts from his lips. Vergil huffs indignantly while you rest your head on his shoulder. He observes you from the corner of his eye and silently admits to himself that he would endure all the irritating puns of the world if it meant seeing the dazzling smile currently on your lovely face.

“Can someone move Y/N’s coolers under the umbrella over there, please?”

The sound of Kyrie’s polite request brings everyone’s attention towards two small coolers. Your grip loosens around his arm, clearly intending to help, but Nero beats you to it. As he stacks one on top of the other, Dante strokes his scruffy chin and raises an attentive brow.

“Are one of those coolers full of strawberries?” he questions as his eyes light up with hopeful anticipation.

“Shell yeah!” you exclaim with a wide grin. “I made strawberry and champagne popsicles for everyone!”

Before you even finish your sentence, Dante is already gunning for the coolers like a child on Christmas morning. Both of you watch Nero lug away the coolers while Dante circles around him like hawk. You stifle a giggle with one of your hands just as Vergil looks back down at you.

“Another distraction, I presume?” he inquires with a knowing glint in his eyes.

You meet his gaze as your lips curve into impish grin. “You sometimes request elderflower tea when you visit my garden, so I thought that you might like my elderflower popsicles too.”

Vergil’s lips quirk into a soft smirk. “You’re as thoughtful as you are beautiful, my lovely rose.”

Your cheeks turn rosy pink. “The ocean may have made you salty, but you’re really sweet to me,” you murmur with a warm smile, snuggling closer to his side as you hug his arm firmly against your chest.

Vergil huffs again at your silly pun, but his unfaltering smile says that he is truly flattered by your words. A familiar fluttering sensation bubbles in his stomach at your soft touch around his arm, which he cannot help but to notice is brushing up against your breasts. Another wave of scorching heat trembles through his body at such a very pleasing sight.

Quite leering at her like some hormonal dolt and escort her properly! Vergil vehemently chides himself as his eyes tear away from your chest to check on the progress of the cookout.

It appears that they are all ready and waiting for them, so he hooks his arm and leads you to join the rest of the crew for a seaside meal. Your eyes light up with joy when Kyrie asks how you make your icy treats, and it does not take long for you to spread your wings and flit about the crew like a social butterfly. He surreptitiously watches you from afar, enjoying the view of your gracious smile and swaying hips as he grabs a couple of drinks for both of you.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter, everyone gathers around the grill and fills their plates before sitting around in a circle, easily slipping into the usual routine of friendly banter and bickering. Vergil mostly stays quiet as he takes a few bites of his burger while you chat enthusiastically with Kyrie and Lady. You also trade a few quips and puns with Dante, which has become an annoying ritual between both of you, trying to one up each other while the rest of the crew suffers.

When you see that he has finished eating, you lean over and ask if he would like one of your homemade popsicles. Vergil nods and insists that he can get one on his own, but before he can even move you gather up his empty plate and dash away towards the coolers. His eyes squint in irritation while the corner of his mouth twitches into a subtle smile. You discard both of your plates in a nearby trash bin and grab two popsicles before heading back.

You hand him one of the cold treats with an excited smile. As he takes it from your grasp, he notes the presence of violet flower petals frozen inside the pale golden ice. This does not surprise him at all since you always mange to sneak blossoms into everything, from old books sitting on a shelf in a café to delicious baked goods. He gives the icy treat a small sniff before sucking it into his mouth. The refreshing flavor of elderflowers bursts onto his tongue, crisp and tangy with a little bit of floral sweetness.

Vergil can practically feel your expectant stare as he savors the flowery treat. He turns his gaze over to you sitting beside him and answers your silent question with a grateful smirk. The jovial smile that spread across your face makes the fluttering in his stomach do what feels like somersaults. His eyes linger on you from the corner of his eye as both of you eat the icy treat, watching your soft lips closely as they nibble in a way that makes him wonder if they would nibble on his own lips in the same fashion.  

Why wonder when you can find out?

His stray thought makes the scorching heat from earlier shoot straight through his body again. He feels that same sense of apprehension and eagerness from when he asked you to be his date to the wedding coil within his chest. Not this nonsense again, he mentally bemoans as he glances at the astilbe flowers still wrapped around the handle of the Yamato. You have already admitted your own feelings about him in your own special way, and now you are waiting for him to reciprocate. But the thought of crossing that unspoken line between you two by voicing his desire for you and the possibility of you changing your mind makes him hesitate…and yet he still craves for more, more, more…

“Uh oh! The grumpy frown is back!”

Vergil turns his head towards you just as your hand flies high into the air. An array of blue and pink petals of lilac flowers rain down upon him. His brow furrows deeper when he feels the tiny blooms bounce off his hair, but thankfully none of them stick this time around. He sighs and shakes his head at the sight of your wide grin while the crew laughs and jokes about your signature flower shower.

When the laughter dies down, you stand up and brush some sand off your sarong before looking back down at him. “I’m about to go collect some seashells,” you announce, eyes sparkling with wonder as they stare past him down the scenic shore. “You can come along with me if you want to,” you propose softly with a small hopeful smirk.

Vergil ponders for a moment before readily accepting your offer. “Very well,” he replies with a nod before standing up. “I shall accompany you.”

You beam happily as his answer and ask him to wait for a moment while you grab some supplies you brought just for this occasion. While he waits for you, he grabs the Yamato and unsheathes the blade, examining it for any flaws just in case he has need of it during their seaside stroll. No one has seen demons this close to the beach, but it never hurts to be prepared…especially if it ensures your safety while searching for seashells.

Just as he sheathes the Yamato, you come back with a small bucket and garden trowel. Vergil raises an eyebrow and asks if you are planning to plant a garden by the beach. You laugh and explain that the trowel is the only tool you had lying around to help dig out shells embedded in the sand. Both of you tell the rest of the crew about your seashell adventure before heading out, causing a few of them to just nod their heads while his idiot brother gives him two thumbs up and lascivious wink.    

The farther away they walk down the beach, the more Vergil seems to relax as you playfully skip by his side. Every now and then you stop and inspect the sandy shore, sometimes using your trowel to loosen a shell before dropping it in your bucket. You remark here and there about adding some of the shells as last-minute details to some of the flower arrangements for the wedding. He points out that the big day is only a week away now and asks if you are ready for the big performance.    

You bite your lower lip and look back at where the crew is located. “Do you think Kyrie suspects what we’re up to?” you ask worriedly, wringing the handle of your bucket with both hands.

Vergil tilts his head at your sudden suspension. “You didn’t tell her of my presence during her last visit, correct?”

You turn back to meet his gaze while shaking your head. “I said that I had a friend over, but she kept staring at us like she knew our secret or something…” you trail off, staring down at the sand in thought before continuing. “I dunno, Vergil…my gut says that she’s onto us.”

Vergil considers your words, looking back at when the crew gathered around for the cookout. He reluctantly acknowledges that he was too distracted by your presence to notice his future daughter-in-law’s glances during their meal. “Kyrie is a capable woman with a great deal of empathy,” he states, opting to just take your word for it instead of explaining why he was not as observant as you in that moment. “If she is aware of our plan…I’m confident that she will not spoil the surprise for my son at least.”

“Well, that’s good,” you sigh in relief before staring up at him in admiration. “I still hope that both of them will enjoy your performance.”

Vergil reaches over and gently takes one of your hands and raises up his lips. “Our performance,” he softly corrects before pressing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

Your eyes linger on his lips as they retreat from your hand, twinkling warmly as your mouth parts ever so slightly to let out a shivering sigh. That damnable heat is back, simmering slowly in the pit of his belly as he follows some instinct he thought long forgotten. While still holding your hand, he steps forward and wraps his other arm around your waist, making sure he has not overstepped his bounds by carefully reading your facial expression. Your eyes flicker over to your hand still being held in his palm, cheeks glowing softly in the sun as your fingers slowly lace with his own before staring back at him. A gentle force takes ahold of him, silently urging him to throw caution to the wind for once and finally give into what he truly wants…

Vergil’s keen senses detect an errand wave crashing onto the shore, rushing forth towards both of you before crashing against the back of your legs. Your expression changes instantaneously from soft longing to absolute terror as you literally jump up into his embrace, dropping your bucket to throw your arms around his neck. His own arms instinctively help pull you up out of the foamy water, encircling you right below your bottom with the Yamato before hoisting you up against his chest as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Well, this is…curious,” he mutters softly, partly about your sudden strange behavior and most definitely about the feel of your body pressed close against his bare skin.

You gasp against his neck, which rouses a miniscule of delight to shiver up his spine. “Oh my many petals!” you exclaim, quickly lifting your head to stare up at him with regretful eyes. “I…I’m so sorry!” you stammer as your arms slide down to his shoulders while you wiggle around awkwardly to set yourself free from his embrace. But Vergil does not loosen his hold on you as he pins you down with his intense gaze.  

“There’s no need to apologize,” he affirms, trying to maintain his composure as your squirming body brushes dangerously close to his lower region. “Are you alright, my lovely rose?” he asks calmly with a small hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m fine! I was just startled…that’s all!” you reassure him with a sheepish grin. “You know how I am when something…or someone sneaks up on me,” you softly remind him while playfully poking him on the chest.

Vergil continues to stare at you for a moment, examining you closely just to be sure before slowly letting you down from his grasp. As soon as your feet touch down on the sand you pick up your small bucket and trowel, checking to see how many shells survived the wave while giving the ocean a wide berth. It seems my lovely rose is not fond of the sea, he surmises, watching you more closely as both of you continue to search for seashells. He notices how your eyes glance over towards the surf every time a big breaker claps on shore as you stroll surreptitiously away from every wave that threatens to lap at your feet. 

After a few more minutes of walking, both of you come across a sprawling tide pool teeming with small sea creatures. You let out a gleeful squeal while bouncing around like a bumblebee before skipping towards it, claiming to have heard that you can find a “sand flower” in one of these isolated pools. Vergil quirks an eyebrow at your odd phrase before he follows suit, complaining loudly about how you should not run ahead of him. You pause at the edge of the tide pool, leaning over a little as you marvel all the various forms of sea life crawling around in its tiny depths.

You check the temperature of the water with the tip of your toe, shuddering with a tiny yelp before easing your foot into the tide pool. Vergil grabs your hand and helps you enter the tiny pool before stepping in beside you, noting that the calm water is just level with his ankles. Maybe it’s the rough current of the ocean that she’s more afraid of, he wonders himself while you pull him along by the hand, pointing at all the hermit crabs, barnacles, and sea urchins as you both tread carefully through the tide pool.

Every now and then you bend down to collect a shell or rock, which gives Vergil a rather pleasant view for his wandering eyes, before deciding to sit and rest for a while at the edge of the pool. He contemplates silently for a moment as you scrub some of your seashells free of sand in the water. Your frightened expression from earlier keeps flashing before his eyes. He has never seen you so scared since that demon attack in your garden. And as he admires your exquisite visage from the corner of his eye, he remembers the vow to always protect the lovely rose that has bloomed among his briars.    

“Y/N,” he calls out softly.

“Yeah?” you reply while washing a small conch shell.

“Why are you afraid of the ocean?”

“What?!” you gasp, hands pausing in the water as you look over at him in shock. “I’m not afraid of the ocean,” you counter, flinching back a little when his eyes narrow in disbelief. “Specifically,” you quickly correct yourself before looking away from his critical gaze. “I just…don’t like it when you can’t see the bottom,” you murmur over the sea breeze. “And the ocean is vast and, as long as anyone can tell,” you gulp in quietly in fear before finishing your explanation, “…bottomless.”

Vergil’s face softens in understanding as his eyes focus on the eucalyptus leaves of your flowers crown, finally putting together its meaning with the rest of the blooms. “If it frightens you so much then why did you come here?” he inquires softly while leaning in closer in hopes of catching a glimpse of your bashful face.

“I couldn’t say no to Kyrie!” you exclaim with a vigorous shake of your head. “She’s been so kind and understanding. And I figured that I didn’t have to go into the ocean to enjoy the beach.” You grow quiet for a moment as your cheeks begin to redden. “I also knew that you would be here,” you admit softly, glancing at him for a moment before staring back down at small conch shell still in your hands. “And I knew that you would be protect me if…” you trail off, biting your lower lip as you drop the shell into the bucket with the rest of your seaside spoils.

Vergil reaches over and places his hand underneath your chin before directing your timid gaze straight up at his own beseeching stare. “If what?” he gently urges you as his hand glides across your jaw.

You take a deep breath as your eyes shine with uncertainty. “You’re going laugh if I tell you.”

“I swear as a Son of Sparda that I will never disregard your feelings and I’ll always protect you by any means necessary,” he solemnly vows in earnest, cupping your cheek as his fervent words echo around through the salty air. Your eyes glisten with gratitude as you nuzzle into the palm of his hand, soft lips pressing against his wrist in a tender kiss before revealing the crux of your fear.

“I’m afraid of being dragged down deep underwater.”  

Vergil strokes your cheek with his thumb as your words sink in. You do not elaborate any further, but he can tell by the way your voice trembles that this is a deep-seated fear. His heart prickles in pain at the sight of your sorrowful face, which encourages him to lean in until his forehead rests against your brow. He knows what it’s like to be a slave to your own fears and he hates that you are going through that right now just for the sake of spending time with him and the rest of crew.

“The unknown can be frightening at times,” he declares openly, partly to you but also to himself as the gaps of faded memories echo in his mind.

You let out a long breath of relief before bringing your hand atop his own upon your cheek. “It’s a shame though…I’ve heard so much about the beaches of Fortuna from Kyrie and a dip in the ocean sounds so nice.” You glance past the tide pool towards the vast surf, eyes glimmering with determination for a moment before looking away in disappointment.  “But I guess I’ll just have to splash around this tide pool instead,” you sigh begrudgingly, kicking up your feet up a bit in the water to emphasize your longing for an oceanic adventure.  

Vergil feels that prickling pain spread through his chest at the sight of your disheartened face. The gentle force from before is back, guiding his lips to brush a tender kiss on your forehead. You hum softly and place your hand on his thigh as you scoot closer to him. Small rivulets of pleasure surge from your intimate touch, which in turn tests his restraint as the urge to pull you onto his lap floods his mind. Instead, he focuses on your current predicament, head reeling from the frustration of not being able to protect you from this kind of foe, but still wanting to help in some way.

You’ve brought clarity to my trouble thoughts on multiple occasions, he thought as a plan formulates in his mind. It only seems fair that I do the same for you, my lovely rose.  

“I can help you…if you wish,” he murmurs, lips brushing gently against your skin with every word.

Vergil feels your brow furrow in confusion against his lips. “How?”

“I can carry you on my back while I wade out into the ocean.”

Your eyebrows shoot in shock. “I’m sorry,” you mutter while drawing your head back to stare up at him, eyes sparkling with skepticism while you anxiously wring your hands. “Did I just hear you say that you want to carry me out to the place that absolutely terrifies me?”

“I’ll only move out a short distance from the shore until your feet skims the surface of the water,” he clarifies softly in a soothing voice. “And if you’re brave enough to stand there with me…” He reaches down and slowly drags a finger up your leg from the ankle, secretly enjoying the feel of your smooth skin as well as the subtle gasp that escapes your mouth. “The water will only come up to here,” he finishes as his finger taps just below your knee before withdrawing back to his side.

You look out towards the ocean of a moment before turning back to him. “And you’ll protect me?” you entreat with a tilt of your head, eyes shimmering with hope as your lean in closer.  

Vergil takes one of your hands as he lifts the Yamato up in front of you. “By any means necessary,” he repeats the vow he swore earlier with the same glint of earnest conviction in his eyes. He gently guides you to grasp his most treasured possession just below the hilt before resting his own hand on top of yours.  

A long silence stretches out as you stare at both of your hands on the Yamato, eyes glancing up to meet his sincere gaze a few times as you bite your lower lip in thought. Your head turns hesitantly towards the ocean, regarding its tumultuous waves from the corner of your eye. He can still sense your apprehension, but your grip on the Yamato tightens beneath his hand as a glimmer of determination flickers across your face.

“Well, you know what they say.” You turn your now confident gaze back to him. “If there’s a will, there’s a wave.”

Vergil scoffs and rolls his eyes at not only your ridiculous pun, but also at your poor decision to use a pun during a genuinely serious conversation. “I cannot for the life of me tell whether my absolute dunce of a brother is a bad influence on you or if it’s actually the other way around,” he sneers, removing his hand from the Yamato to pinch his agitated brow out of habit.

Your soft giggle makes his upper lip curl in a silent snarl as you let go of the Yamato. He lowers his hand from his brow when your hands reach for your flower crown, feeling around the blooms before settling on a white freesia. You carefully pull the lone flower free from the crown before taking his hand and turning it to see the inside of his palm. As you place the delicate blossom into his hand, he remembers the meaning behind receiving a single freesia flower. His breath stops short as you gently close his hand around the bloom, enclosing your hands around his clenched fist before raising it up to your lips.  

“I’m in your capable hands, my darling devil,” you proclaim with utmost sincerity.

Your brazen gaze shakes him to the core as your term of endearment rings repeated through his ears. The afternoon sun highlights the adorable glow of your rosy cheeks as you gently kiss every knuckle on his hand. Vergil feels that he would have melted on the spot right then and there if it wasn’t for the tide pool as his feet keeping him cool.

The touch of your soft lips, the sound of your sweet voice, and the honest admission of trust in him…all of it reignites the raging desire to pull you close and finally let himself fall for you too...

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