#Yume Writes

[yummyyume]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander Characters: Newt Scamander, Seraphina Picquery, Sudanese Obscurial Girl (Fantastic Beasts), Original Percival Graves, Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fix-It Summary:

Newt’s last letter from his husband is a longwinded rant about the incompetency of some criminals and a distracted account of a maybe-creature loose in New York’s back alleys.

[yumelilo]

Title: Burning Houses Rating: Explicit Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale Warnings: gore, past abuse, implied rape A/N: This isn't a new story, obviously, but I want to get my old ones out with a new look. They do deserve a bit of attention, even if it's just from myself xD Words: 110k

Excerpt:

"Are you going to k-kill me?" Stiles stumbled over the word against his will, eyes wide in fear. He watched the guy inclining his head to the side as if in thought, smile not leaving his lips.

"Probably." the man answered then. Stiles swallowed and a sheen of tears was forming in his eyes. It's not like he could do anything against it, the fear was overtaking him. Especially as he chanced a glance around the room. "Will it hurt?" a tear slipped down his cheek as he blinked.

"Haven't decided yet," was the short answer. Stiles watched the mans eyes follow the path of his tears. "Oh, no, no. Don't cry. There's no point." the man said, a sickly sweet tone as he cooed at him.

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[starstruckloves]

your f/o actually told me they want you to go to sleep. yep, they told me you were staying up pretty late again so they want you to head to bed. they’re a little worried, you know?

they wanna be able to help you get to sleep. like holding you close, singing a lullaby, anything you need that’ll help you relax. they wouldn’t want your sleep schedule to get too bad, right? they believe in you and simply want what’s best.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[raguiras]

POV: Deuce's very first kiss from his crush

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I'm finally officially introducing my Yuu/OC x canon/Yumeship here! (✿◕‿◕) Writing this post took me forever, but I'm super happy with it!

Reblogs are super appreciated hehehe

Please be kind & DO NOT take inspiration from this ship. ^^"

(While Allen isn't me, I'm calling them a Yumeship because he's based on my younger self/me when I first started playing TWST & because the ship gives me a ridiculous amount of comfort!)

Allen x Deuce (aka Spade of Storms) is my ultimate comfort ship and they mean a ton to me.

These two are best friends who become lovers and closely mirror each other. Deuce is the delinquent with rather bad self-control who tries to be a model student, while Allen is a former honor student who's now a very lowkey delinquent with stellar self-control and a mature attitude.

Due to the fact that Allen and Deuce are so similar and yet the opposite of each other, they're able to excellently understand and support the other, and they help each other accept themselves.

Their ship blog: @spade-of-storms (facts, drabbles & more est. May 2024)

Now why exactly are these two perfect for each other? Well...

LONG TEXT AHEAD!

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Deuce:

Allen supports Deuce with all his heart. Instead of believing that someone "as stupid and temperamental" as Deuce could never become an honor student, Allen fully believes in him and encourages him. In comparison to when other people say it, these words actually have an incredibly strong impact on Deuce and are believable to him because he knows that Allen has similar experiences and speaks from them.

Allen doesn't think that Deuce is stupid in the slightest and views him as genuinely smart. To Allen, intelligence isn't determined by grades or academic abilities, but by morals, attitude, logic, and willingness — all of which Deuce has.

Allen doesn't try to change Deuce. Rather than turning Deuce into a full-on honor student and role model, which he isn't by nature, Allen prefers for Deuce to stay true to himself and work towards his goal while not suppressing any aspect of who he is — Allen knows exactly that forcefully becoming someone you naturally aren't would cause more issues than it would fix. In order to assist Deuce with staying true to himself while working towards his desired self, Allen does several things:

Allen lets Deuce be his 100% authentic self when they're together. Deuce tries extremely hard to always be polite and serious in order to maintain his reputation and not resort to old habits, but Allen, being very impulsive and easily angered himself, knows just too well that suppressing one's feelings and true nature isn't the way to go. When they're together, Deuce can openly rant about topics, use insults towards the people who angered him, and show his emotions without having to worry about how others perceive him or about how it might mess up his reputation — Allen would never judge Deuce nor share his secrets with others. This way, Deuce can be himself without restraints while also maintaining the way he wants others to perceive him.

Allen allows Deuce to be a delinquent in a safe, harmless way. If Deuce ever feels like doing something forbidden without breaking rules or staining his reputation, Allen (a very lowkey delinquent) has just the ideas for him. This provides a comfortable space for Deuce to live out his tendencies without falling back into bad habits.

Allen is able to introduce Deuce to a wide range of healthy coping mechanisms that work for him. Allen is a much angrier person than Deuce and is equally impulsive, but has stellar self-control due to the methods he uses, and passes them down to Deuce. As a result, Deuce doesn't feel the need to immediately lash out at others anymore and manages to become calmer and much more mature, taking steps into his desired direction.

Allen helps Deuce channel his "negative traits" into positive/helpful ones. With Allen's assistance, methods, reassuring words and unique view on things, Deuce learns how to use the qualities that he used to hate about himself to his advantage. Suddenly Deuce's anger is no longer a hindrance, but a source of energy and motivation.

Allen admires the things Deuce hates about himself. While Deuce wishes he wasn't as hot-headed, Allen views it as an amazing trait and sees the passion and longing for justice behind Deuce's fiery attitude. Additionally, Allen is able to help Deuce see the positive side of these traits, and aids him in channelling them into something good to use to his advantage (see above).

Allen is the only person to fully get through to Deuce. Due to them essentially having the same experiences, opinions, wishes and morals, Deuce felt comfortable trusting Allen with every last bit of his heart (in comparison to other friends) — not to mention that the way Allen was able to help Deuce so intensely and actually talked to him the way he needed it also played a role! Allen has his way with words and knew exactly how to talk to Deuce from the beginning.

Deuce can genuinely open up about his self-esteem to Allen. It's been heavily hinted at in the game several times that Deuce thinks incredibly lowly of himself, but this topic is usually cut short and he doesn't talk about it further with the canon Yuu. With Allen, however, Deuce can open up all he wants to. He knows that Allen has similar experiences and struggles with self-worth related issues himself, therefore not only not judging Deuce, but also fully understanding him.

Allen perfectly understands Deuce's past. Having been feared, avoided and known to be a delinquent/bad kid himself, Allen even understands the details extremely well. Neither of the two ever had a proper friend until they met each other on their first day at NRC.

Allen successfully helps Deuce with his studies despite hating school. Seeing how Deuce needs help, Allen (the "gifted kid") gladly volunteers, even though he's no longer interested in class and has sworn to drop the "honor student" facade himself. Due to Allen's easy explanations, methods, photographic memory and capability to catch on quickly, Deuce actually manages to improve his test results by 1-2 grades.

Allen's study methods are unique, which helps Deuce & is necessary for him. Being a slow learner (I also hc him to have some sort of intellectual disability), Deuce requires rather unique approaches to topics. As Allen is well-versed with both studying and psychology and also keeps Deuce's exact issues in mind, he's able to perfectly tailor methods and mnemonic bridges that actually work out for Deuce.

Allen makes sure that Deuce's desire to be a model student is & stays healthy. A fair part of Allen's trauma stems from being an honor student himself and having unrealistically high expectations regarding grades and attitude shoved down his throat by everyone at school (including himself), so he pays a lot of attention that the same doesn't happen to Deuce.

Allen respects Deuce a ton. Not only is Deuce determined, passionate, loyal, honest and eager, but he has the same core values as Allen, too. In Allen's opinion, finding someone with these traits is not only rare, but immediately makes them endearing to him.

Allen is patient with Deuce. He understands that Deuce occasionally has a difficult time processing and understanding things, and he isn't bothered by it in the slightest. This means even more when you consider that Allen is generally a very impatient person and is only able to be patient with those he truly loves and trusts.

Allen fills Deuce in when he doesn't understand something. Due to Allen being able to catch on extremely quickly, he can immediately explain things and situations to Deuce, helping him out and allowing him to get everything right from the beginning.

Allen indirectly protects Deuce. Known for being intimidating (in a good way), quick-witted, sly and a skilled schemer, most people — including those who enjoy picking on Deuce — shy away from Allen and avoid getting in trouble with his friends.

Allen stops Deuce from getting into fights. Whenever Deuce is about to get into a fight anyway, Allen gently but sternly reminds him of both his goal and the healthier coping mechanisms.

Allen understands that Deuce dislikes being picked on. Allen, being a sensitive person, hates it himself, and he actively tells off everyone who dares to make fun of Deuce or call him "Loosey Deucey". At times, Allen even gets snappy because of the inappropriate nicknames or insults directed at Deuce.

Allen inspires Deuce. Him being skilled at a variety of things and just logical in general gives Deuce the motivation to achieve the same. Deuce doesn't compare himself to Allen, either, and views him as an inspiration. If Allen can control himself and get positive things out of his negative traits, so can Deuce, right?! Not to mention that Allen is extremely tough and pulls through no matter what despite his mental and physical state...

Allen's maturity subconsciously wears off on Deuce. Even outside of the fact that Allen helps him grow and improve a lot through all the ways mentioned before, Deuce sometimes also subconsciously copies his boyfriend's mature attitude or asks himself what Allen would do in certain situations.

Allen is an advisor to Deuce. Deuce struggles with planning ahead, and Allen — a big-time overthinker who's extremely competent at scheming — is able to assist him. As a result, Deuce makes less bad decisions.

Allen loves blastcycles. Deuce can rant about them to Allen for hours, and the two often go on blastcycle dates together. Nothing is more fun than clinging onto your partner while driving at full speed!

Allen values Deuce's company like no other. Deuce regularly feels like a nobody, and Allen takes that feeling from him due to how much he connects with him and likes having him around.

BONUS: Allen is not only beautiful but also has an incredibly strong personality, drive, and determination and hasn't given up despite everything that happened to him. Deuce is a massive simp and his humongous crush on Allen has always been obvious due to how Deuce just can't shut up about him.

Allen:

Deuce loves and accepts Allen's body. As we have seen through his interactions with Azul and Epel, Deuce is very protective of people who don't fit the norm, and Allen is another such person — an intersex boy who was bullied for his unconventional body. Deuce has not only sworn to protect Allen from any possible discrimination, but also loves his body dearly and thinks he's super hot.

Deuce gives Allen a sense of stability. Allen's life was all about short-lived fake joys and prevailing negativity prior to coming to Twisted Wonderland, which made him feel disconnected from many things and people and gave him the feeling that everything is temporary anyway. However, Deuce's fierce loyalty and the strength of their relationship prove Allen wrong — yes, there can indeed be things in life that last forever.

Deuce's utter affection warms Allen's empty heart. Allen was never loved by anyone but his parents, who he thinks only love him because he's their son. Other than that, he never experienced love, affection, ... or even mere friendship. He was alone... until he met Deuce, who he somehow immediately connected with. It was as if their friendship was predestined by the universe... and with every day, Deuce's affection for Allen only grew.

Deuce genuinely admires Allen. Seeing how Allen always does his best, works hard, has ambitions and aims to improve impresses Deuce a ton. This is extremely healing for Allen, whose efforts were never properly recognized or rewarded before and who thinks that he needs to perfect at everything in order to be "someone".

Deuce makes Allen feel useful and resourceful. Allen often believes that he has no worth and could never make a change for the better no matter how much he tries, but seeing just how much he's able to help Deuce with a wide range of things proves Allen wrong — he's indeed capable of a lot of things. Not to mention that Deuce even passes some of Allen's tips down to Epel!

Deuce's honesty is refreshing to Allen. After being lied to and tricked by about anyone Allen ever knew before coming to Twisted Wonderland, Deuce's natural honesty and loyalty are an unfamiliar but utterly wonderful experience for Allen.

Deuce makes Allen feel understood. Allen often believes that others would view him as a monster if they were aware of his secret anger and opinions, but Deuce shares many of them. These two can openly talk about their values together and Allen feels extremely understood because of it — a feeling he barely ever experiences with other people.

Deuce helps Allen enjoy the moment. While he has some overthinking tendencies himself, Deuce is much more spontaneous than Allen and tends to act more on impulse. As a result, he can show his ways to Allen, allowing the overthinker to finally relax and think about his problems a little less.

Deuce doesn't hesitate to stand up for Allen. The fact that Allen was bullied for something he can't change in the past saddens and angers Deuce, and he has sworn to himself that he'll always protect his boyfriend. If there should ever be another situation where Allen gets bullied, Deuce won't hesitate to absolutely throw hands — this is not being a bad person and picking fights, it's standing up for an innocent person whose life was ruined by malice. Deuce wouldn't regret it in the slightest anymore, especially since Allen has helped him learn than anger isn't a bad thing.

Deuce helps Allen with becoming a proper mage. When Allen first gains magic during the final quarter of the school year, he has absolutely no control over it and is partially even avoided due to being a "walking health hazard". Deuce, however, sees this as the perfect time to pay Allen back for helping him study theory and decides to assist Allen with practical things. Through Deuce's determination and belief in him, Allen is able to improve much quicker than he would've without Deuce's help.

BONUS: Deuce is the warmth and honesty that Allen needs in his life. The boy's mere presence lights up Allen's day and Deuce's careful physical affection makes him feel like the most cherished person in the universe.

What else is there to them? (examples)

Both are extremely close with their families.

Due to being so similar and sharing many personality traits, loving each other so deeply allowed them to realize that they can easily love and accept themselves, too.

Deuce's previous incarnation had a crush on Allen's, who died way too early. In this life, the regrets of the past are being fixed.

Allen's the brain, Deuce is the brawn.

They're both extremely cuddly with each other.

LOTS OF COMPLIMENTS (from both sides).

Deuce often gifts Allen plushies.

Allen and Deuce are basically inseparable by now.

If you hang out with Deuce, you have to suffer through at least one tiny ramble about Allen.

...and much more that can be found on @spade-of-storms!

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like the art & ship and are looking forward to more of them! (✿◕‿◕)

EDIT: Please do not take inspiration from this ship. ;-;

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

So for new year cards...

Jack SSR is actually so cool; I like it. Malleus SSR is beautiful and all, but he really reminds me of a bride in forced marriage tropes. 😭

[Referencing the Twst JP Jan 2025 schedule!]

Finally, some good fucking food for Jack stans 😭 Port Fest feels like so long ago… fbjssbdjjs I feel like I can’t appreciate his design as much as others can. I’m not into the skintight undershirt on a character as buff as Jack is, and I'm confused as to why his gloves are... like that??? But!! I do like his fluffly little boa thing and how enthusiastic his pose is. You can tell he’s really putting his all into the New Year Sale~!

Malleus got another new hairstyle (any hairstyle that's different than his default one is a win in my book www)!! I think it's a well-liked look among his fans; I already saw so many people commenting that he looks like a love interest in a reborn as a villainess isekai or something to that effect.

I also saw some chatter around the thin fabric that Malleus seems to have over himself. A common joke is that it's a "wedding veil", but given the traditional Japanese clothes everyone is wearing for the new year, it's more likely also a Japanese article of clothing. A friend theorized that it's a 被衣 (kazuki/katsugi), a garment worn over the head that fully covers the body. These are mostly donned by noblewomen to cover their faces when they go out--and that sort of makes sense, given that Malleus himself is a noble. How demure and mindful... I thought the veil could also be a frost blanket (you know, to protect the budding flowers from the cold)?? But I'm not entirely sure right now; maybe the vignettes will give us more context!

A friend and I were speculating as to what flowers might be featured in the initial card art and the conclusion we came to was ume (plum) blossoms. The color and shape are similar, and they're a classic flower in winter anime. Something else I noticed was that the same flowers seem to appear in Sebek's New Year Attire from two years ago! If you compare Malleus and Sebek, you'll notice that the lighting is much warmer in Sebek's too. In fact, all previous SSR cards are pretty much like that, save for maybe Trey but at least Trey is shown to be in front of the shop. It really makes Malleus's card "stick out", since he's the only one that appears to be in a lonely and isolated location, just him and the plum blossoms.

On the subject of clothing worn by Japanese women! The same friend and I talked about Jamil's New Year Attire too. (Figured I'd throw this in here since I'm already talking about the other three 2025 New Year boys. Don't wanna leave him out, y'know??)

You can see that he has his hood up in the initial card artwork; my friend joked that Jamil's a newlywed. Why? Brides that choose to dress traditionally for their wedding days wear a wide white headdress/hood called a 角隠し (tsunokakushi), which covers an elaborate hairstyle like Jamils'/j. The "tsuno" (horns, as I'm sure you're all familiar with) in the name refers to the "horns of jealousy"; the tsunokakushi is meant to blanket the jealousy so she can enter her new married life at peace.

Of course, the shape, color, and context of the tsunokakushi is very different than what Jamil's got going on and the Twst team most likely did not intend for this comparison to be drawn, but I thought that this was interesting to share ^^ (*feeds Jamuil yumes this delulu cultural trivia*)

Aaaand let's close out with Floyd! The answer to his question is simple, actually. To put one's arm inside the kimono is just a very casual or relaxed way to pose. It suits Floyd and his attitude, doesn't it?

[aleixis]

imagine isagi getting invited to one of his teammate's house parties, and convincing you to come along with him, his shy and sweet gf ! you're not a fan of crowds or gatherings, but you can't avoid social gatherings forever, and you want to spend time with yoichi, so you agree to go.

you regret it almost immediately. even though yoichi's arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him, you can't help but feel lost in the crowds of people :( what's worse, drunk strangers who you've never met in your life keep approaching you when you're even a moment apart from yoichi, asking you things like 'what's your name?' or 'are 'ya here alone?'

your dread intensifies when you come back from the bathroom to see a girl asking yoichi for his number. you see him trying to avoid her, letting out multiple "i have a girlfriend" and declining her advances as calmly as he can, looking uncomfortable as ever when she goes so far as to grab onto his arm, giggling.

you approach the girl and say to her firmly, with all the courage you have,

"he's my boyfriend, so would you stop clinging onto him?"

the girl stiffens and lets out a curt, "sorry, didn't know he had a girlfriend," and walks away, clearly ashamed. ( he told her multiple times he had a gf ugh )

yoichi turns to you to explain the situation, but you just grab onto his hand.

"can we please leave, yoi? 'm tired. and overwhelmed," you ask him.

yoichi simply nods and agrees, "i'm tired too, baby. let's get home, yeah?"

you arrive at yoichi's apartment, legs sore and tired. you plop onto his couch, closing your eyes momentarily.

"how's a movie and cuddles sound?" yoichi asks from the bathroom.

"mm, sounds nice. wanna shower first, though."

yoichi laughs. "i was thinking the same. c'mon, hop in with me 'n we can shower together."

the warm water of the shower trickles down your scalp as yoichi shampoos your hair.

"you were super cute when you called me your boyfriend, by the way."

"shut up!"

hmmm i think 'm gonna make more of these how do we feel ! ( •̀ ω •́ )

[mitsundere]

do you think that sometimes gepard suddenly gets thoughts about his crush having the landau surname if they get married and he's giddy inside but he has to maintain his composure bc he's on patrol or something

[moxanji-real]

♡ “Forever Yours, Stinky Baby” ♡ (A Moxanji wedding fic)

✎ One Shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Sfw

✎ One Piece fanfic, Oc x Canon/Self insert x Canon

✎ 6.8k words

The day had finally arrived. Sanji sat in the dressing room, adjusting the collar of his pale pink suit for what felt like the hundredth time. A soft sigh escaped him as he stared into the mirror, his blue eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and nerves. He tugged at his tie, ensuring it was perfectly straight, and couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the moments that had brought him here.

It felt like just yesterday that he proposed to Moxie. It had been a magical evening in Wano, the night sky painted with stars, and the soft glow of lanterns reflecting off the gentle ripples of the water. They had taken a romantic boat ride, just the two of them, floating through the picturesque canals of the beautiful country. Sanji had poured his heart out, dropping to one knee to present her with a dazzling diamond ring.

“Moxie, my love,” he had said, his voice trembling with emotion, “will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Her answer had been immediate—a resounding “YES!” that echoed into the night as she leaped into his arms, throwing the boat off balance and sending them both toppling into the water. They’d emerged dripping wet, their elegant kimonos clinging to them as they laughed and held each other close. When they returned to the crew, soaked to the bone and grinning like fools, Moxie’s new ring glittered under the moonlight.

Sanji smiled at the memory as he slicked back his blonde hair in the mirror. He could still hear the cheers of the crew when they’d announced their engagement. Even Zoro, the eternally grumpy swordsman, had given him a rare nod of approval. They’d been through so much together—even surviving Whole Cake Island and the heartbreak it brought—but every trial had only solidified their bond. Sanji knew, now more than ever, that Moxie was his soulmate, and nothing could ever tear them apart again.

He took a deep breath and reached for a cigarette, his nerves getting the better of him. The wedding was happening on Momoiro Island, a place he had very mixed feelings about. Moxie had insisted it was her dream wedding location, and he couldn’t bear to say no to her. The island was vibrant and magical, a true fairy-tale setting that fit Moxie’s vision perfectly—but it also meant dealing with him.

The door burst open with a flamboyant flourish, and Sanji groaned internally.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite candy boy!” Ivankov declared, twirling into the room in an outrageous suit made entirely of flowers. Only Iva could pull off something so audacious.

“What do you want?” Sanji muttered, barely masking his annoyance.

“That’s no way to greet your mentor! And the flower girl of your wedding!” Ivankov retorted, clutching his chest dramatically.

Sanji rolled his eyes, turning back to the mirror to ignore Iva’s antics.

“Anyway,” Iva continued with a mischievous grin, “I just wanted to let you know… a very special guest has arrived for your wedding.”

Before Sanji could even ask who, Iva twirled out of the room, scattering flower petals behind him.

Sanji exhaled a plume of smoke, his curiosity piqued. A moment later, the door creaked open again, and Sanji froze. Standing there, looking as gruff as ever, was Zeff.

The old man’s eyes softened as he looked at Sanji. “You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you, you little brat?”

Sanji stood abruptly, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips. His voice wavered. “You old geezer… I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

Zeff’s expression remained stern, but there was a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he said, limping over with his peg leg. His gaze swept over Sanji’s suit. “Pink suits you.”

Sanji blushed at the unexpected compliment. “Thanks… Dad.”

Zeff stepped closer, adjusting Sanji’s tie with the care of a father seeing his son off. He placed a firm hand on Sanji’s shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “You take care of that girl. She’s a good one.”

“She’s not a girl anymore,” Sanji said with a proud smile. “She’s a woman. And she’s beautiful.”

Zeff chuckled, his gruff demeanor returning. “She’ll always be the girl from Baratie who distracted my best waiter.” He smirked before giving Sanji a playful bonk on the head.

“That hurt, you bastard,” Sanji grumbled, rubbing his head, though he couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on, son,” Zeff said, his tone softer now. “Let’s get you to the aisle.”

Sanji took a final drag of his cigarette, snuffing it out before linking arms with Zeff. As they exited the dressing room, the chatter outside quieted, and all eyes turned to the groom. The whispers of admiration didn’t go unnoticed—especially when they saw Zeff walking beside him.

When they reached the altar, Zeff patted Sanji’s back. “You’ll do great, you little brat. Just don’t screw it up.”

Sanji chuckled, his nerves settling slightly as he watched the groomsmen and bridesmaids make their way down the aisle. Nami looked stunning in a pink dress, Robin elegant in deep purple. Usopp and Brook followed in matching purple suits, while Luffy sported a pink tuxedo and matching hat, grinning ear to ear. The color scheme of pink and purple was vibrant and perfectly fitting for Moxie’s dream wedding.

Zoro took his place beside Sanji, crossing his arms with a scowl. “Can’t wait to see how you screw this up, love cook.”

Sanji scoffed. “I’d rather die than mess this up, moss head.”

“Is that so? Because I bet—”

“Enough!” Nami snapped, glaring at the two of them. “This is Moxie’s special day, and I won’t have you ruining it!”

Sanji instantly melted into heart-eyed adoration. “Of course, Nami-swan~!”

Nami rolled her eyes, while Zoro muttered something under his breath.

Sanji turned his attention back to the ceremony, scanning the lineup. Then he frowned. “Where the hell is Franky?”

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The scene shifted to the bride’s dressing room, where Moxie paced in tight circles. She was a vision of beauty in her wedding gown: a soft pink, mermaid-style dress adorned with delicate flower sequins that shimmered under the light. The off-the-shoulder, sheer purple lace complemented her figure perfectly, adding an ethereal quality to her look. Atop her head sat a floral crown of clovers, with a pink veil cascading down from beneath it, framing her face like a dream. But despite her breathtaking appearance, her movements betrayed her nerves.

“Damn it, I’m so nervous,” she muttered under her breath, her heels clicking against the floor as she continued her restless pacing. Her heart was pounding, not from excitement but from the gnawing fear that something—anything—could go wrong. She loved Sanji more than anything in the world, but the doubts wouldn’t stop whispering in the back of her mind.

A sudden knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts. She spun around, running to open it, and sighed in relief when she saw Franky standing there, his towering frame filling the doorway.

“Thank God you’re here!” she exclaimed, grabbing his mechanical hand and yanking him inside before he could even greet her properly.

“Do you have it?” she asked urgently, her eyes wide and desperate.

Franky chuckled, patting his chest with a proud grin. “Of course! I never leave the Sunny without it!” He opened a compartment in his mechanical chest, and with a flourish, he pulled out a bottle of cola.

Moxie didn’t waste a second. She snatched the bottle out of his hand and started chugging it like her life depended on it.

“Whoa, whoa!” Franky raised an eyebrow, watching in disbelief. “You’re not even gonna savor it? That’s some quality cola, you know!”

Moxie finished the bottle in record time, letting it clatter to the floor as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I needed that,” she panted, already feeling a little calmer.

“Clearly,” Franky said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just downed that at SUPER speed. Impressive, though.”

Moxie collapsed into the chair at her vanity, her hands running through her perfectly styled hair. “I’m so tired…” she confessed, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “I couldn’t sleep at all last night. At first, I thought it was excitement, but nope—just nerves. Pure, unrelenting nerves.” She groaned, rubbing at her eyes. “Do I look awful? Are my eye bags showing? I tried to cover them up with makeup, but I don’t trust myself right now.”

Franky leaned down, inspecting her face like a craftsman evaluating his work. “Nope. Can’t even tell. You’ve got some SUPER makeup skills.”

Moxie smirked, a hint of pride breaking through her stress. “Thanks. If I weren’t a badass pirate, I’d totally consider being a makeup artist,” she joked, half-serious.

The lighthearted moment passed as Franky’s expression grew serious. He crouched to her level, his mechanical hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Alright, Moxie. What’s really going on?” His voice was calm but firm, and his piercing gaze told her there was no getting out of this conversation.

“I’m fine,” she said weakly, trying to wave him off.

Franky didn’t budge. “Don’t give me that crap. I’m your big bro, remember? You can tell me anything. What’s eating at you?”

Moxie sighed, finally meeting his eyes before looking away. She knew she couldn’t lie to Franky, not when he cared so much. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I just… I keep wondering if I deserve this. If I deserve to be Sanji’s wife.”

Franky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, you do! Sanji loves you, and you love him. Why would you think you don’t deserve him?”

“It’s just…” Her voice cracked as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “Sanji’s an angel. He’s perfect—sweet, kind, a complete gentleman. And then there’s me. I’m a broken, messed-up woman who can’t even be left alone for an hour without freaking out. I’m afraid… that the clinginess he finds cute now is gonna get old. What if he gets tired of me?”

Franky sighed deeply, his mechanical hand tightening on her shoulder. “Moxie, you’re your own worst enemy. You wear this mask of confidence, but I see right through it. You’re always tearing yourself down, and honestly? It pisses me off. You’re amazing, quirks and all. Sure, you’ve got your baggage—hell, we all do—but that doesn’t make you any less deserving of love. Sanji knows you, the real you, and he still chose you. That’s gotta mean something.”

Tears welled up in Moxie’s eyes, her voice shaking as she whispered, “I just… I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve the good things in my life. I grew up thinking I was selfish, that I didn’t deserve happiness. And now, with Sanji… It feels too good to be true. Like I’m going to mess it all up somehow.”

Franky’s expression softened, but his voice was resolute. “Listen to me, Moxie. Sanji doesn’t need or want someone ‘perfect.’ He wants you. You’re the woman he fell in love with, the one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. You think he’s perfect, right? Well, guess what? He thinks the same about you. So stop doubting yourself and go marry your Prince Charming. Make that dream of yours come true.”

Moxie stared at him, her tears threatening to spill. Slowly, she wiped her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her veil.

“You’re right,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I need to stop letting these stupid thoughts ruin this for me. I came here to marry my Prince Charming, not to back out like an idiot.” She smiled, small but determined. “I’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”

Franky grinned, giving her a thumbs-up. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, let’s get out there and make this the most SUPER wedding ever.”

Moxie laughed softly, linking her arm with his. Together, they walked out of the dressing room, her nerves easing with every step.

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The scene shifts back to the ceremony, where Sanji stands at the altar, surrounded by friends, family, and crewmates. The air hums with anticipation. Brook, sitting at the orchestra, begins playing the traditional wedding march, his bony fingers gracefully gliding over the keys.

Sanji’s heart races as he hears the first notes of the song. His eyes instinctively snap to the aisle, only to widen in disbelief as Iva strides forward, a whirlwind of drama in his flower-covered suit. He scatters petals with wild, exaggerated flair, laughing to himself.

“Flowers here… flowers there… flowers everywhere!” Iva declares, tossing the petals with theatrical precision.

Sanji twitches, his eyebrow ticking in irritation at Iva’s antics. He mutters under his breath, “Does he have to make everything about him?”

But all irritation melts away the instant he sees her. At the top of the aisle, Moxie appears on Franky’s arm, radiant in a pink flowery dress. The soft light catches the details of her gown, making her seem ethereal. Gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd.

“She’s gorgeous,” someone whispers.

“She’s stunning,” another agrees.

Sanji’s jaw drops, his eyes turning into cartoon hearts as he stares at her. His breath catches in his throat.

From the back, Zeff chuckles, arms crossed. “That idiot finally did something right,” he murmurs, pride evident in his voice.

As Iva takes his place beside Sanji at the altar, he leans in with a mischievous grin. “That dress she’s wearing? I picked it out entirely myself. You’re welcome.” He sashays into place, leaving Sanji to glare daggers at him.

Franky, striding with all the confidence of a shipwright, escorts Moxie down the aisle. Noticing Sanji’s slack-jawed expression, he grins. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he says loudly enough for the whole crowd to hear.

Sanji doesn’t respond—he’s in too deep a trance.

When they reach the altar, Franky gently lets go of Moxie, patting her hand. “You’ve got this, sis,” he whispers before stepping into place with the other groomsmen.

Moxie steps forward, stopping directly in front of Sanji. Behind her veil, she smiles warmly. “I’ve always loved you in pink,” she teases softly, her voice carrying just enough to reach him.

Sanji immediately drops to his knees, overwhelmed by the sight of her. Tears stream from his eyes as he gazes up at her. “You’re so beautiful…” he breathes.

Without warning, he wraps his arms around her legs, nuzzling them affectionately. “I need to kiss you right now,” he declares, locking eyes with her under the veil. “I have to—”

Before he can act on his impulse, Zoro steps in, grabbing Sanji by the collar and yanking him backward. “Wait until the pastor says you can kiss her, you idiot! This is a ceremony, not one of your damn fantasies!”

Sanji flushes crimson, coughing awkwardly as he straightens himself. “Fine, fine… You’re right,” he mumbles, embarrassed. For once, he doesn’t argue. He adjusts his tie and stands upright, trying to compose himself as the officiant steps forward.

The officiant clears his throat, his voice warm and resonant.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the union of Sanji and Moxie in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come together to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have everyone here to join us today. The groom and bride would like to thank their guests for being here and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining lives.”

As the officiant speaks, Sanji and Moxie exchange tender glances. His words blur into the background as they get lost in each other’s eyes. Both of them are fighting the urge to pull the other into their arms and kiss right there and then. But they hold back, determined to respect the ceremony.

The officiant’s next words bring them back to the moment.

“Sanji and Moxie, the sacred vows you make to one another today present you with the opportunity to express your love in your own words. I would at this time invite you to publicly declare your vows.”

Turning to Sanji, the officiant says, “Sanji, you may begin by making your promise to your soon-to-be wife, Moxie.”

Sanji takes a deep, trembling breath, the emotions in his chest almost too much to bear. He steps forward and begins:

“Moxie-moon, my love, my life, my everything. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. Your strength, your beauty, your fiery spirit—you’ve captured my heart and soul. I promise to love you, cherish you, and protect you for the rest of our lives.”

He pauses to wipe away a tear.

“I promise to make you laugh, to hold you when you cry, and to always be your rock, your support. I promise to cook for you, to dance with you, and to love you with every fiber of my being. I promise to stand by your side, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, and I will love you forever and always. I, Sanji Vinsmoke, take you, Moxie, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

His voice cracks as he finishes, his heart overflowing with love and adoration.

Moxie, tearing up, squeezes his hands. She takes a deep breath before launching into her own vows:

“Oh, Sanji… my sweet, handsome Sanji. From the moment I met you at the Baratie, I knew you were the one for me. Your perfect little swirly eyebrows, your dazzling smile, and those beautiful eyes—how could I resist? When I was ready to give up on love, you came into my life like a fairy tale prince. I don’t care how corny it sounds—our love is magic, and I’m so glad it’s real. You’re the best chef in the entire world and now that you’re not sneaking me bites behind Zeff’s back, I get to enjoy your cooking freely—and often. I’m so proud of you, Sanji. You’re strong, talented, and way too handsome for your own good, but somehow, I’m the lucky one who gets to call you mine.”

Moxies voice then cracks out of pure love and happiness. “I can’t wait to marry you, my stinky baby. And thank you, thank you for making my dream of finding love come true.”

Sanji tries to kiss her after hearing her vows, but once again, he’s intercepted—this time by Zeff, who throws a shoe at his head. “OW! What was that for?!” Sanji complains.

“Wait until the officiant says you can kiss her, you idiot!” Zeff scolds.

Sanji grumbles but quickly turns back to Moxie, his anger melting into adoration at the sight of her

The officiant clears his throat awkwardly, trying to bring the ceremony back on track.

“Sanji and Moxie, please face one another and join hands. Under the eyes of God, Sanji, do you take Moxie to be your lawfully wedded wife? By making this commitment, you are joining in the sacred covenant of marriage.”

He pauses, his tone serious. “Do you promise to honor her in love, to be sensitive to her needs, to comfort her in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in her, so long as you both shall live?”

Sanji meets the officiant’s gaze with equal seriousness, then turns to look at Moxie with pure love and devotion in his eyes. “I do,” he says firmly, his voice filled with sincerity.

The officiant nods and turns to Moxie. “Under the eyes of God, Moxie, do you take Sanji to be your lawfully wedded husband? By making this commitment, you are joining in the covenant of marriage.”

“Do you promise to honor him in love, to be sensitive to his needs, to comfort him in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in him, so long as you both shall live?”

Tears well up in Moxie’s eyes as she answers, her voice trembling with emotion. “I do… I do so freaking much!” Overcome, she squeezes Sanji’s hand tightly, her overwhelming love threatening to bubble over. Sanji sniffles and blinks back his own tears as they share an emotional moment.

The officiant smiles gently and continues. “To commemorate this union, you may now exchange rings. The circle formed by each ring symbolizes your eternal love and commitment to one another. Let these rings remind you always of that love, and of the promises you have made here today.”

He addresses Sanji first. “Sanji, please repeat after me as you place the ring on your loved one’s hand: ‘I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”

Sanji nods, his eyes shining with excitement. He takes the ring from the officiant, holding it carefully. “I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” His voice is steady but brimming with emotion as he slips the ring onto Moxie’s finger. His fingers brush hers gently, and he adds softly, “Ah, Moxie-Moon… you’re officially mine now.” A wide grin spreads across his face, radiating pure joy.

The officiant turns to Moxie. “Moxie, please repeat after me: ‘I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”

Moxie repeats the words, her voice sweet but full of playful affection. “I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” She slides the ring onto Sanji’s finger with a teasing smile. “Looks like you’re officially mine too~” Her eyes twinkle as she stares at him, both teasing and sincere.

Sanji chuckles, looking at the ring on his finger. “Ah, Moxie-Moon… You’re right. I’m officially yours now.” He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “I like the sound of that.”

The officiant beams. “By the power vested in me by myself, I now pronounce you, Sanji and Moxie, as husband and wife, lawfully wedded before God.” He grins, moving to the part everyone’s been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride, forever sealing your union!”

Sanji lights up with happiness. “Ah, thank you, pastor!” He cups Moxie’s face in his hands, his touch gentle. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Moxie-Moon. I love you, my wife.” His voice is full of emotion as he continues, “I promise to always cherish and protect you, to always make you happy, and to always love you with every fiber—”

Moxie doesn’t let him finish. Overcome with anticipation, she grabs him and kisses him passionately. Sanji’s initial shock quickly fades as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her back with equal fervor. “Moxie-Moon,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice breathless.

The crowd erupts into applause and cheers. “You go get him, Moxie!” Franky calls out with a laugh. Chopper blushes and hides his face with his hooves. “Oh my… this is very… passionate,” he mutters shyly.

The kiss grows even more heated, and Moxie lifts Sanji effortlessly, prompting him to instinctively wrap his legs around her waist. They continue their intense make-out session as the crowd gasps. Even the officiant turns bright red, averting his eyes. “Ahem… perhaps we should—oh my,” he stammers, thoroughly embarrassed.

Iva smirks mischievously, watching the scene unfold. “Well, well… Looks like we know who’s wearing the pants in this relationship. I see right through you, candy boy,” he says with a knowing grin.

Eventually, Moxie and Sanji pull away from their passionate embrace, both breathless. The crowd is divided between stunned silence and roaring approval. Zeff, Sanji’s old mentor, rubs his eyes and bursts into laughter, muttering something about his boy’s dramatic flair.

The officiant, grateful for the pause, clears his throat and raises his hands. “Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, it is my great honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Vinsmoke!”

The newlyweds turn to face the cheering crowd as their hands remain intertwined. Moxie waves warmly at Jahmike, who grins and gives her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. From across the room, Princess Viola winks playfully and blows Moxie a teasing kiss. Moxie’s cheeks turn pink, but she simply smirks and looks away, choosing instead to focus on her husband. Sanji glances over at Zeff and his former Baratie coworkers, giving them a warm wave. Zeff, clearly holding back tears, rubs his eyes and laughs quietly to himself, pride shining through his usual gruff demeanor.

With the interactions behind them, the world seems to quiet as Moxie and Sanji begin their walk down the aisle. Hand in hand, they move together with perfect harmony, their love radiating in every step. Moxie gazes up at Sanji, her heart swelling with happiness so intense it feels like a dream. Sanji’s eyes never leave hers, his smile soft, filled with unspoken promises. As they walk, he leans closer and whispers, his voice tender, “You’re my dream come true, Moxie-Moon.”

The moment feels timeless, as if it belongs to them alone. With each step, their love shines brighter, lighting the path to the rest of their lives together.

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Time Skip: After the Wedding Ceremony

The guests were now seated, enjoying drinks and lively conversation. Robin stood and gently tapped her glass, signaling for everyone’s attention. She smiled at the newlyweds as she began her toast.

“A toast to the happy couple—Sanji and Moxie. May your love flourish like a fine wine and your days together be as smooth as its finish. And remember, Moxie, if Sanji ever overcooks a dish, there’s always poison in the kitchen to keep him in check,” she added with a sly, dark humor.

The room erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps.

Sanji chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, while Moxie let out a genuine laugh. “Good one, Robin!” Moxie said, lifting her glass of red wine. She took a sip, savoring the taste with a pleased expression.

Sanji leaned closer, his voice soft and flirtatious. “Did I do a good job picking it out? I made sure to choose only the finest wine for the finest lady.”

Moxie set her glass down, her face suddenly serious. “Nah, it tastes like crap.”

Sanji froze, his expression falling into a crestfallen pout. “W-What? Moxie—”

Before he could say more, her lips curled into a teasing smile as she burst into laughter. “Gotcha! I’m just kidding. It’s perfect, Sanji.”

Sanji let out a relieved laugh, holding a hand over his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Moxie-Moon! I might’ve cried if you really hated it.”

At that moment, Zeff approached the table, his burly frame towering over the couple. He gave Sanji a proud look before turning his attention to Moxie. “Well done, Sanji. And you—Moxie, is it? Glad to see this is the woman my idiot eggplant chose to marry.” His eyes twinkled with a hint of humor as he added, “Though maybe I should’ve brought diapers as a wedding gift, considering the whole ‘stinky baby’ thing.”

Sanji’s face turned bright red, and he waved his hands defensively. “It’s just a nickname, old man!”

“I know, I know. Just messing with you, kid.” Zeff chuckled, patting Sanji firmly on the shoulder. Then, he turned to Moxie, his tone softening. “Take care of him, okay? He’s been through a lot, but he’s got a heart of gold. I’m proud of the man he’s become—and the husband he’ll be. You’ve got yourself a good one.”

Moxie smiled warmly and shook Zeff’s hand. “Thank you, Zeff. I promise to take care of him, too.”

Zeff nodded and walked away, leaving the couple be.

Suddenly, the sound of enthusiastic eating caught their attention. Luffy was gorging himself on the wedding feast, fried chicken and seafood pasta scattered haphazardly across the table in front of him.

“Can’t you have manners for once?!” Sanji yelled, his eye twitching in frustration.

“But the food’s soooo good!” Luffy said through a mouthful. “Who made it?”

“Who else?” Sanji puffed his chest out proudly. “I made everything—the food, the cake, every single dish you’ve stuffed your face with!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Moxie said, grabbing Sanji’s arm and pulling him close. She planted a playful kiss on his cheek. “I love my stinky chef’s cooking.”

Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he swooned. “Moxie-Moon!” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his cheek against hers, basking in her affection.

“Uh, Sanji,” Chopper interrupted shyly, approaching the couple. “Not to be rude, but… when are we going to have the cake?”

Before Sanji could respond, Luffy jumped up comically. “Yeah! When’s cake time?!”

Usopp overheard and started a chant. “Cake! Cake! Cake!” Chopper and Luffy eagerly joined in, pumping their fists in the air.

Sanji sighed, slightly annoyed that his moment with Moxie had been interrupted. “Quiet down! We’ll have the cake when Moxie-Moon says so.”

“Actually, now’s the perfect time,” Moxie said with a smile.

Sanji’s mood instantly brightened, and his cartoon hearts returned. “Then cake time it is!”

The couple moved to the elegant white wedding cake, adorned with intricate flower designs and topped with edible figures of themselves. Sanji looked at it proudly. “This,” he said, “is my masterpiece. A rich chocolate cake with layers of hazelnut cream, made with only the finest ingredients. It’s a dessert fit for my queen.”

He handed Moxie the first slice. “You first, my darling wife.”

Moxie grinned as she accepted it. “Only if you insist, my handsome husband.” Their eyes locked lovingly as she took a bite. Her elegant demeanor slipped as she exclaimed, “Holy shit, this is delicious!”

Sanji laughed, only to have Moxie suddenly shove a forkful of cake into his mouth. He looked startled but quickly chewed and swallowed. “Wow,” he said smugly, “I really outdid myself this time.”

Moxie smirked and smeared a bit of frosting on his face.

“Moxie!” he exclaimed, blushing furiously.

Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Food fight!” he shouted, rushing toward the cake.

“Absolutely not!” Sanji and Zeff yelled in unison.

Luffy froze, pouting as he trudged back to his seat. “Lame,” he muttered.

Meanwhile, Moxie leaned in and licked some frosting off Sanji’s cheek. His face turned bright red as his nose began to bleed. “Moxie-Moon!” he stammered, his eyes returning to heart shapes.

“What? I like my Sanji face cake,” she teased.

“Oh, Moxie…” Sanji wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, much to the cheers and laughter of their guests.

Eventually, everyone got their slice of cake and settled back down. Moxie watched Sanji animatedly describe the cake’s rich flavors to his old Baratie coworkers, his passion for cooking shining brightly.

Nami approached Moxie from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” she said softly.

Moxie turned to face her, a bit surprised but smiling. “Oh, hey, Nami!”

Nami hesitated for a moment, her usual cool demeanor faltering. “I just wanted to say… I’m really happy for you two. Sanji really needed someone like you in his life. And, well… maybe you needed him too.” Her cheeks turned slightly pink as she quickly added, “Not that I’m getting all sentimental or anything.”

Moxie’s eyes softened as she looked at Nami. “That means a lot, Nami. Thank you.” She grinned and leaned in to pull her into a warm hug. Nami stiffened at first, clearly unused to the display of affection, but then awkwardly patted Moxie on the back.

As they pulled apart, Moxie chuckled. “You know, I used to think you were my competition for Sanji.”

Nami’s eyes widened for a split second before she scoffed dramatically, flipping her hair. “Over my dead body! That perverted cook is all yours. Trust me, I’m not cut out for dealing with him.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be saying that since he’s your husband now.”

Moxie laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Oh, I know he’s a handful. And a total pervert. But…” She turned her gaze toward Sanji, who was animatedly talking with his old Baratie coworkers. His face lit up with passion as he described the layers of the cake, his hands gesturing excitedly. “He’s my pervert. And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

Nami followed her gaze, watching Sanji wave enthusiastically when he noticed Moxie looking at him. His lovestruck grin was as bright as ever.

Nami shook her head with a small smirk. “You two are disgustingly perfect for each other.” She nudged Moxie playfully. “Go on, lovebird. Your stinky chef is waiting.”

Moxie laughed, her cheeks warming. “Thanks, Nami. For everything.”

Without another word, Moxie made her way across the room, weaving between guests. As she approached Sanji, his eyes lit up even more, and he extended a hand toward her. She took it without hesitation, letting him pull her close.

“There you are, my Moxie-Moon,” Sanji said, his voice low and filled with affection.

“Here I am,” Moxie replied, smiling up at him. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Sanji wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Moxie,” he whispered, “you’re my everything.”

The two swayed gently together, lost in their own little world, as the rest of the wedding celebration carried on around them.

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It was nighttime now, and the sounds of lively music filled the air. Soft pink and purple lights illuminated the venue, casting a dreamy glow over the celebration. Everyone was enjoying themselves, drinks flowing and laughter echoing in the night. On the dance floor, Moxie and Brook were having a silly dance-off, twirling and spinning with exaggerated movements. Brook spun her dramatically, and she let out a playful laugh—until she found herself caught by Sanji’s steady hands.

“May I have this dance?” Sanji asked, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers, sparkling with the undeniable love he felt for her.

Moxie’s lips curled into a soft smile as she gazed back at him, her green eyes shimmering. “You may,” she said, placing her hand in his and allowing him to pull her closer.

The music shifted into a slow, romantic melody as Sanji wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle sway. They danced in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and natural as if the world around them had melted away.

“You have the most beautiful green eyes,” Sanji said softly, his voice tender as he stared into them. He’d told her this countless times before, but every time he said it, he meant it more than the last.

Moxie blushed faintly, lowering her gaze for a moment. “You always say that… and yet, you still manage to fluster me every single time.” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at how easily he made her heart flutter.

Sanji gently lifted her chin with his fingers, his touch warm and reassuring. “Don’t look down, mon amour. Let me admire them just a little longer.” His voice was a quiet murmur, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the only woman in the world.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the loud ping of a button flying off Franky’s suit. It hit Usopp square in the eye.

“Oops! My bad, bro—!” Franky said, rushing over to the now-fuming sniper. “Can I get you a nice iced cola for that eye?” He pulled out a cola from his chest compartment and handed it over.

Usopp snatched it with a scowl, pressing the cold can to his face. “This is just great…” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed.

Moxie couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, and Sanji let out a resigned sigh. He was glad she found it funny, but he had really hoped for an uninterrupted moment with her.

Mimi, the ship’s tailor and Franky’s girlfriend, strolled over with a playful smirk. “How many times do I have to fix this for you?” she teased, feigning exasperation as she pulled out a needle and thread from her purse. She began sewing the button back onto his suit while Franky chuckled nervously.

Moxie turned her attention back to Sanji, her laughter fading into a soft smile. She leaned in and gave him an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose gently against his. Sanji’s pout instantly melted into a smile, and he gave her one in return.

“My stinky baby…” she said affectionately, her voice warm and teasing.

“My Moxie-Moon…” he replied, nuzzling his nose against hers.

They continued to dance together under the soft lights, stealing precious moments of intimacy before eventually sneaking away from the crowd. Hand in hand, they wandered to a quiet bench under the starry sky, the twinkling lights above creating the perfect romantic backdrop.

Sanji sighed contentedly, looking up at the heavens. “You know, Moxie… the stars don’t hold a candle to you. You’re the brightest thing in my world.”

Moxie laughed at his earnest attempt at flirting. “You’re so cheesy, baby,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “But I love you for it.”

Sanji smiled, interlocking his fingers with hers. “I’m cheesy for you, mademoiselle,” he murmured, leaning his head gently on top of hers.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the night enveloping them in its quiet embrace, until Moxie broke it. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon in Dressrosa…” she said with a soft sigh, her voice tinged with excitement.

Sanji smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Neither can I, my love. Just don’t blame me if we don’t leave the hotel room for a while…”

Moxie gasped and playfully punched his shoulder. “Pervert!” she scolded, though a teasing grin spread across her face. “But you’re my pervert.” She leaned in and gave his cheek a light bite, causing him to wince slightly.

“That’s right. I’m your perv—hey! I’m a gentleman!” Sanji protested with a pout.

Moxie smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Can’t you be both?” she teased, tilting her head.

Sanji couldn’t help but smile at her, his heart full to bursting. He pulled her into a deep kiss, one hand cupping her cheek as he poured every ounce of love he felt into the gesture. When they pulled apart, he gazed into her eyes with an intensity that made her blush.

“How could I not be a little perverted when I married such a gorgeous fox?” he said, his voice dripping with adoration.

Moxie’s cheeks flushed bright red. Before she could respond, Sanji’s expression turned serious. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter before taking a slow drag. “Franky told me what you said to him earlier…” he began, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Moxie stiffened slightly, caught off guard.

“And I want to make one thing clear,” he continued, his tone low and firm. “You deserve me, Moxie. There’s never been a second where you didn’t. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You’ve given me a happiness I didn’t think was possible.”

Moxie’s eyes filled with tears, her bottom lip trembling. “Sanji…” she whispered, her voice shaking. She flung her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her body.

Sanji’s eyes widened in panic. “You’re going to ruin your makeup!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm.

“To hell with my makeup!” Moxie shot back, looking up at him with mascara streaking down her face. Her voice was filled with raw emotion. “Can’t you just… stop making me love you more than I already thought was possible?”

Before he could respond, she grabbed him and kissed him fiercely, her tears mixing with their kiss. Sanji was momentarily stunned but quickly melted into it, holding her tightly as if she might disappear. When they finally pulled apart, both were left breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s.

“I love you,” they both said at the same time, their voices blending in perfect unison.

They stared at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter.

Moments later, Jinbe appeared, clearing his throat gently. “Ah, Moxie and Sanji, the guests were wondering where the bride and groom disappeared to. I was sent to find you, but I can give you a moment longer if you need it.”

Moxie smiled and stood, brushing off her dress. “Nah, we’re good to head back.” She glanced down at Sanji, extending a hand to him. “What about you, stinky baby?”

Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he grabbed her hand. “Anything for my Moxie-Moon~”

With their fingers interlocked, they followed Jinbe back to the wedding venue, ready to rejoin the celebration. As they walked, the night sky sparkled above them, a perfect reflection of the love they shared.

The end.

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some yumetober drabbles ^_^ ft. richard & patricia

⚔️ Richard

“If only I could escape all these burdensome obligations,” he muses, sneaking an icy finger behind your collar. “Maybe we could’ve been in love.”

“Maybe,” you agree, and the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. You know him well enough to know that’s not a genuine smile. It’s not the response he wanted to hear, and you voiced it without a moment’s hesitation, as if you couldn’t indulge the thought for a second. He gently takes hold of the zipper on your back, dragging it down your bodice. As the chilly air hits your skin his palm catches the small of your back, as if even from the cold is something to shield you from.

You draw him into your arms, brushing delicate kisses along the shell of his ear.

“You're so warm,” you sigh out. “Is it real?”

What an odd question. But he only flashes another disarming smile, cold hands slipping up your skin. “You feel it, don’t you? So it must be.”

💀 Patricia

Patricia splits your thighs with her skirted knee, pinning you to the bed beneath her. Her eyes are not fixed on you but on the ferry ticket crumpled in your hand, set to depart in just a few hours. The solemn look on her face pierces straight through you. She’s trying to hide it, but you notice the strain in her brow, and the slight tremble of her fingers as they tighten around your wrists.

“I don’t do love,” she says, as if she’s entirely assured of this fact. “But I will do this once for you. No matter whose lips you touch, or who spreads themselves onto you, you will think only of me.”

With a threat like that, you don’t expect her touch to be gentle. But her lips are tender when they meet yours, as lush and sweet as any fairy tale would be. When she breaks away, it’s only to drive in another cruel lie: “Don’t forget—this means nothing to me.”

You respond with a small half-smile, pulling her back into you. “The first and only 'curse' you've given me means nothing to you?” You hope you struck a nerve. She quiets you with her lips again, and you begin to feel feverish as your breath is stolen from you.

[burning--past]

think about you and your f/o having an overtly affectionate night after a long and hard day. just lying down together, unable and uninterested to do anything but hold each other. their hands stroking your hair as they pull you a little closer, you burying your face into their chest and just breathing them in. you don't have to worry about anything as long as you're in their arms.

[rose-greenhouse]

for those who need to hear it,

your f/o is always there for you. they're there to listen to your struggles. they're there to give you comfort. they're there to give you a shoulder to lean on, to cry on; they're always there.

no matter what they're doing, no matter where they are, they will always stop to check up on you. they'll text, they'll call, they'll go out of their way just to see how you're doing.

so please... don't be down in the dumps. your f/o is always there for you to help lift you up. whether it's your romantic f/o, your platonic f/o, or your familial f/o, they'll always be there for you, always.

[no proship please and thank you]

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- mine all mine.

summary: kissing blurbs (gn!reader x daisy tonner, helen distortion, tim stoker, & jonathan sims)

tags: kisses, suggestive content & hunt-typical violence for daisy's, helen is manipulative, cleaning tim's worm holes (lol), jon finally gets a little bit of sleep.

-`♡´- daisy tonner

Daisy smells the blood that thrums just underneath your neck and hungers. Her teeth graze over the soft skin over your neck; she can feel your carotid pulse in response to her touches. So rhythmic, so alive, and she hungers so. It would only be a few centimeters beneath your skin, it would be so easy to bite down and taste.

And how delicious a meal you would be.

Daisy’s tongue darts out and drags just underneath your jaw. You tug gently at her hair, and her hands grip tighter at your sides. No, no, she would be gentle with you. She would try, at least, she thinks, nipping at the side of your neck as if to show you she could be restrained.

Bite inhibition was something she had never properly learned, but for you, she would try.

When you pull Daisy up for a proper kiss, she hopes you don’t taste the blood on her lips, on her teeth, on her tongue. She fears it lingers no matter how many times she brushes them clean. You bite her bottom lip, pulling the chapped skin between your teeth, and Daisy can’t help but press herself against you; a different form of hunger settling low in her gut. She lifts you onto the desk and thinks that this is a type of hunger she doesn’t mind sating. 

-`♡´- helen distortion

You had been wandering the corridors for hours… Or had it been days? Months perhaps? It’s easy to lose count when you’ve nothing to go off of. No phone to check the time, nor window to the outside world – if there even was one here – to see the setting sun or rising moon. Just an endless stretch of elastic corridors and doors that were locked tight.

Then, a figure. Tall and slender, and you can't help but stumble forward towards it. It had been so long since you saw anything but empty hallways, you nearly sob in relief.

As you get closer you realize that she looks… familiar. Like someone you once knew. Maybe you had once gone for coffee together? No, that wasn’t right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. Your heart hammers within your chest as she reaches out to you. 

“Poor thing…” She coos, bending at an unnatural angle to look down at you. “You seem lost, my darling. Do you need help finding your way?”

Oh, she was friendly. She wants to help. The Distortion smiles at you, with much too many sharp teeth, but you find she looks… kind. You nod, desperate, and approach her, gripping onto her sleeve.

“Yes.” You breathe out, frantic. “Yes, please. I’ve been lost here for… for a long time. Do you know the way out?”

Helen pulls you into her arms, her voice comforting in your ear as she reassures you everything would be okay. Those long, sharp fingers of hers gentle as she strokes your hair. It feels nice, so nice you can’t help but nuzzle closer into the Distortion that holds you tight, almost like a lover. 

Yes, yes, you had known her before. Helen, that’s right. You had been on a few dates before she had ghosted you. Why was she here now? She shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here. Perhaps you could escape together!

“Helen.” You say, the name sounding right on your tongue. “I knew you before… we…”

Helen looks a little taken aback that you remembered. Still, she smiles that same, wide smile. “You remember me, darling? How… cute.” Her dark pupils seem to swirl around and around inside her eyes, winding like the corridors themselves, and you can’t help but find comfort in that pattern. “Let's get you to the exit, you look like you need a rest, hm?"

She takes your hand in hers, her hand dwarfing your own in size, and leads you to an unassuming door. You're sure you tried that one before; you can even see the chips in the paint from where you had tried to pull off the handle. If Helen notices, she doesn't say anything.

"Here we are, darling." She says, in that same chipper tone. You can't help but feel a rush of relief as she pulls open the door. Through the frame you can see your room, as neat and tidy as you left it. You could almost cry.

"Thank you." You say, your voice choked up with relief. "Thank you." You wrap your arm around her neck and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek. Her skin is cold under your lips.

"No need to thank me. I'm just glad you're all safe now." She says, booping your nose with a finger. You can't help the way your heart races as she ushers you through the door. “I’ll be seeing you soon, my darling.” She gives you a once-over, and then closes the door behind her. It disappears into the darkness of your room.

As she closes the door, you can’t still your racing heart. You feel an overwhelming sense of dizziness, but all you can think about is that you need to see her again.

-`♡´- timothy stoker

“So… How do my worm holes look, doc?” 

You pull one of his bandages off, taking a peek at the wound just under his jaw. “Stop squirming.” You say, firmly, holding his jaw in place as he tries to move away from your prodding around the wound. It looks less angry than it had a few days ago, but it was still a bit red. You wrinkle your nose. “Does it hurt?”

Tim lets out a playful scoff. “Oh yeah, I feel just great. Nothing quite like being riddled with holes.” 

“Hm, deflecting again.” You say, brushing your thumb over his pulse point, just below the wound. Tim hums in response. “Adding that to your, uh, file.” 

“Oh, you’re keeping a file on me now?” He says, his eyes flicking down to your hand as you smear ointment onto your finger. Tim sucks in a breath, bouncing his leg anxiously as he awaits your touch.

“Yeah, it’s almost big enough to knock you over the head with when you’re being stubborn. Like now.” You say, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward. “Sit still.”

Tim dramatically throws up his hands, but he does as you say. You give the wound another once over, just to make sure it looked like it was healing, before smearing the antibiotic onto it. Tim tenses, his eyes closing as if in pain. You pull your hand back, wiping the excess ointment onto the closest towel.

“All done with this one. Just let me put a clean bandage on.”

“...You never did answer, you know.” He says, watching as you dump the box of bandages onto the table. It would probably take all of them, knowing how many open wounds were left on his skin in the aftermath of the attack. You fear you'll never rid yourself of the image of the worms wriggling underneath his skin; you were thankful he was high off his ass for the worst of it. “How do they look?”

“You’re still handsome, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You lean forward as if to prove a point and kiss the fresh bandage lightly, making an exaggerated ‘MWAH’ sound. Tim gives you the goofiest smile. 

“Hm… I might need a few more of those before I really believe it. I’m so insecure and all that.” Tim says, tilting his head up so you can reach the next spot.

"Sit still for me and I'll give you all the kisses you want, Stoker."

-`♡´- jonathan sims

You know better than to wake the Archivist.

It’s not often that Jon’s mind quiets enough for him to sleep, and even now as you watch him, you can tell he’s watching back. It’s eerie, the way you can see his eyes shift behind closed eyelids. You think it would be less creepy if he slept with his eyes open.

Still, you wish he would sleep in a more comfortable position. Slumped over his desk, head laid in the bend of his elbow, it’s a recipe for Jon complaining about his back when he wakes up. You reach over and pull his glasses off, folding them and setting them on top of one of the stacks of old statements on his desk. 

He looks so much older without his glasses on; the dark circles under his eyes and worry lines much more prominent. You almost want to reach over and smooth them out, but you resist, not wanting to wake him by accident. Still, you can’t help but brush back his bangs from his forehead and place a quick kiss to the now exposed skin. Jon stirs, mumbling something under his breath, but does not wake.

While he’s asleep, you take the time to clean his office a bit: putting books back on their correct shelves, taking half-empty tea cups to the break room’s sink, organizing the miscellaneous statements he has messily scattered around the room. It’s almost relaxing, working quietly while he sleeps. You feel like you can catch your breath for the first time in a long while. 

Before you leave, you take your jacket, warm from your body heat, off and place it onto Jon’s shoulders. You lean down and press one more kiss to his forehead, and swear you can see the corners of his lips twitch up.

[grubcakes]

any artists / yume artists with comms open uhh ummm.... comment. ... repost ... hmu...???!??!?! i want ... i want selfship comm.... idc if its writing or drawing i need f/o.... i jus got paid ....i need to impulsively spend it .

PROMOTE YOURSELVES PLS ,.,..

[raguiras]

One of Deuce's old delinquent "friends" was being weird with Yuu (Allen)...

Reblogs are extremely appreciated! 👉👈

Allen suffers from major insecurities and trauma caused by people commenting on him and bullying him for his rather feminine appearance, and Deuce, who's already quite protective over casual friends, DEFINITELY ain't taking it.... That said, these two have a massive "cute mutual protectors" dynamic and Allen protects/defends Deuce equally much!

YEAHHH the third part of my Allen x Deuce ship introduction is here!! I'm brainrotting so hard—

Previous parts: part 1 // part 2

Next up is most likely the ship event post I mentioned before 👀

Below is the second part of Allen & Deuce's relationship timeline! Its first part can be found here.

SPOILER WARNING for Book 5 & Book 6!

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BOOK 5:

Between Book 4 and 5, Allen finally had his top surgery (he's intersex & used to wear binders). Deuce not only accompanied him to the hospital, but also stayed in the next room for the entire duration of the surgery and made sure to immediately visit Allen once it was over. He sat by the blonde boy's bed, his mere presence comforting Allen and making him feel at peace. The following days, Deuce spent even more time at Ramshackle and strictly slept over every night as he wanted to be 100% attentive and take perfect care of Allen all around the clock. Needless to say, Allen constantly thanked Deuce for being there for him, and it only intensified his own feelings... Allen had never been taken care of this much before, and it was probably more than what an average friend would do for you, right...? Did this mean...? No, Deuce couldn't love him. Nobody could. That's what Allen had been taught all those years, after all. And if so many people had said it, it had to be the truth...

Unfortunately, the VDC got announced shortly after Allen's surgery, and his recovery included a strict prohibition from sports or anything exhausting. Allen, being an aspiring musician and good dancer, cursed to himself — this would've been THE opportunity to go viral — and the Heartslabyul freshman listened to him rant. That's when Deuce ultimately decided that he'd audition... he wanted to support his mom with the money and keep an eye on Epel anyway, and now, he could not only fulfill his recovering crush's dream for him by performing and hopefully promoting Allen through it, but also impress him...

Little did Deuce know that Allen didn't need to be impressed. Watching Deuce practice — yes, even when he didn't get a single step right and tripped over his own feet — was super cute and gradually attractive to Allen, not to mention that the blonde boy really liked Deuce's voice as well...

Training was hard for Deuce, but knowing that Allen was watching certainly helped... He did his absolute best and followed Kalim and Jamil's guidance as closely as possible. Couldn't mess up in front of his crush, right!?

When Deuce got selected to be a performer and Allen became the manager, both of them celebrated in joy. While neither of them mentioned it, this meant that they'd get to spend even more time together...

...and when Vil decided that everyone would stay at Ramshackle for the preparation period, these two mentally celebrated even more. Now they'd officially live together for a couple weeks...

In order to prevent shenanigans and an angry Vil, Allen searched for sugar-free alternatives of Deuce's favorite snacks as well as food tasting similar to them. However, Allen would occasionally let Deuce snack on his own secret reserves whenever the two were together in Allen's room, away from prying eyes.

Deuce had problems sticking to Vil's prescribed skincare routine, so Allen decided to help him with it. He reminded Deuce of the routine every morning and evening and also helped him apply the products.

Deuce also struggled with the set bedtime and asked Allen to remind him to go to bed early. Considering that Allen had been struggling with his own sleep schedule for some time and would often stay up until past 3 am on the worst nights, the two decided to simply share a bed on most days so they could "force" each other to sleep on time. Not only did this intensify their relationship even more and excite both of them, but it helped Allen fall asleep much sooner... Deuce's presence was soothing to him and distracted Allen just enough for him to not overthink his life prior to going to bed.

During the preparation period, Allen offered to help Deuce with his vocals, which the Heartslabyul student excitedly accepted. Not only could he improve his own singing through it, but spend even more time with Allen and listen to his beautiful singing voice a lot, too... Additionally, Allen was able to efficiently teach Deuce due to being a self-taught singer with little knowledge on technical terms and theory, resulting in extremely easy and comprehensible explanations that could actually be understood by Deuce.

On occasion, Allen also taught the blue-haired boy basic makeup skills and sometimes even did Deuce's makeup for him. Needless to say, there were TONS of eye contact and blushing involved...

In addition to this, Allen kept helping Deuce with his gradually improving self-control and school work. Deuce, too, assisted Allen with the rest of his recovery and was super attentive.

Due to the combination of the shared dorm, their close friendship, their study sessions and the intense VDC preparation, Allen and Deuce were quite literally spending the entirety of every day together by now. While they had always been around each other a ton, this was what ultimately made them come off as inseparable.

You would've thought it would be impossible for Deuce to fall any harder, but oh boy... with every passing day, it only got worse. Deuce basically had heart eyes like a lovesick puppy at the mere mention of Allen.

While Deuce tried to hide his ginormous crush, it was impossible to deny. Everyone could see the way Deuce looked at Allen with nothing but admiration and love in his eyes, and Ace even started getting concerned due to how down bad & out-of-character Deuce appeared to be.

Whenever Allen wasn't around, Deuce would even ask Vil and Rook for advice on his appearance and compliments. He was desperate to impress and woo Allen and awkwardly admitted this to the two Pomefiore housewardens, too. Neither were surprised as they had already Deuce's crush on Allen, and they ended up actually giving the boy some advice.

When Deuce once came over to visit friends and pick up some things at Heartslabyul, Cater was blown away by the strong scent of his cologne. The fact that Deuce had suddenly bought something like that sure was surprising, especially considering that the boy was usually more of an Axe guy...

Not only that, but Deuce practiced the dance in front of his mirror extremely often, too. It had to perfect... HE had to be perfect for Allen. After all, the blonde boy was way out of his league...

Being around Deuce so much made Allen's feelings grow quickly, too. However, unlike Deuce, Allen absolutely HATED them and tried to get rid of them out of fear of being rejected and hurt again. All those years, he had been taught that nobody could ever love him and that developing a crush on him was basically impossible, so why would Deuce of all people like him back?! Allen actively denied his feelings... he couldn't risk this friendship or the possibility of having a broken heart again. He'd just wait for this phase to pass...

Grim noticed that Allen was suddenly spending even more time with Deuce and that the two also got progressively touchy. He confronted Allen with something along the lines of "Why're ya spending SO much time with him?! Do you have a crush on him or somethin'? Myahaha!". Shit, Allen thought to himself. His cat knew.

Vil knew, too. So did Rook. So did Jamil, Kalim, Ace, Epel and even the ghosts! The only ones who somehow didn't know about each other's feelings were Allen and Deuce...

Allen tried his best to deny the way he felt whenever Deuce would flash him a smile during practice performances. Deuce, on the contrary, would melt internally at every proud grin Allen gave him...

The fact that Deuce was now a better singer allowed him to approach one of Allen's favorite impulsiveness control methods with more confidence: singing and rapping out one's feelings and frustration.

Additionally, Allen admired the fact that Deuce was now trying his hand at ballet in order to overcome the last few traces of his old internalized toxic masculinity. Allen, struggling with some toxic masculinity himself and having been ashamed of his curves and rather androgynous appearance all his life, saw this as an inspiration to try his hand at more feminine fashion. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but held back out of fear of being seen as even less of a man because of it... and now here Allen was, wearing more feminine clothing for the first time and making Deuce fanboy even harder than usual.

Deuce was not the only one fanboying, though. During the entire VDC performance, Allen was cheering like a madman and couldn't keep his eyes off Deuce. So what if they had Vil, Epel and Jamil? To Allen, Deuce was the star of the show.

When Deuce finally discovered his Unique Magic, Allen was not only incredibly proud and happy for the Heartslabyul student, but was also reminded of an old character he had created as a younger teenager who had had the exact same skill as Deuce. Was this a sign...? ...nah, he must've been delusional.

BOOK 6:

During the invasion, Deuce immediately jumped in front of Allen in order to protect him, but got hit himself instead. When he got injured and passed out as a result, Allen absolutely panicked. He wasn't even really concerned about how the dorm was being damaged — only Deuce's wellbeing was on Allen's mind. Additionally, he felt overwhelming guilt that this had only happened because Deuce had protected HIM...

Instead of going to S.T.Y.X., Allen decided to stay at NRC in order to take care of Deuce. He spent most of his time in the infirmary, sitting by Deuce's bed and waiting for him to wake up. Why was he doing this?! Out of guilt only? Certainly not... Was he crazy?! Deuce was just a friend... just a friend... just a friend who he loved a lot and had undeniable feelings for. No matter how much Allen tried to fall out of love, it was impossible. Deuce had given him so much and it was the most Allen had ever been cared for...

When Deuce finally woke up, Allen immediately pulled him into a relieved, loving lung-crushing hug and didn't want to ever let go. Deuce felt as if he was about to pass out again due to the happiness caused by Allen cherishing him so much.

Deuce and Allen kept doing their usual activities — hearing each other out, helping each other, spending fun time together — while hoping for Grim and the housewardens to finally return.

Considering how often Deuce stayed at Ramshackle anyway, him and Allen decided that he could simply leave some of his belongings from the VDC preparations at the dorm. This only prompted Deuce to visit Ramshackle and sleep over even more...

Every night before going to bed, Deuce wrote about Allen into a little diary. Hell forbid Ace found it, but at least it allowed Deuce to openly express his feelings without being judged or teased. As he kept reading through the words he had written already over and over again, Deuce realized even more just how much Allen had helped him with various highly important things over the past 5-6 months of knowing each other... and that's when he decided to buy the giant Shiba plushie Allen had recently mentioned as a thank-you gift. Sure, he had already occasionally gifted Allen stuffed animals before, but maybe this huge Shiba would convey his gratitude and crush even more...

Needless to say, Allen was blown away by the gift and pretty much jumped Deuce out of joy. He had wanted this Shiba plushie for weeks now, and receiving it as a surprise gift from his crush was an indescribable feeling. However, Allen strictly viewed it as a platonic thank-you gesture and didn't (want to) get the hint. After all, why would Deuce be pining after him...?

Near the end of Book 6 [= during the time when the game's canon Yuu is still at S.T.Y.X.], Deuce suddenly received a call accusing him of highly offensive vandalism in his hometown. Both Allen and Deuce were absolutely furious at this unreasonable accusation, and it was a no-brainer for Allen to prove Deuce innocent. While Deuce broke down and complained about never being able to escape his past no matter how much he tried, Allen not only encouraged him and told him that he had become a much better person, but was also determined and already had a plan. Having excellent manipulation skills and a way with words, Allen got Crowley to give him access to all private cameras around the school to prove that Deuce had been at NRC the entire time and couldn't possibly have been the culprit. He mailed the recordings to the police station in Deuce's hometown, managing to prove that the Heartslabyul student was innocent. Allen also suspected that the person blaming the vandalism on Deuce was likely the culprit or one of their friends, encouraging the police to continue their investigation with them. Deuce, on the other hand, couldn't have been more grateful that Allen had successfully cleared his name and stood up for him like that. A week later, a call informed the two boys that one of Deuce's former friends had admitted to the crime and had tried to blame it on Deuce out of anger that he had distanced himself from them. Hearing how his old "friend" had betrayed Deuce only made him cherish his current friendships and especially the relationship he had with Allen even more...

BOOK 7:

[I haven't played Book 7 yet, so I'll either update this section later or share it in a separate post! Until then, we're assuming that they realized just how much they loved each other even more.]

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That's everything for now! The final part of their relationship timeline (post book 7), including when they FINALLY get together, will be in my next Allen x Deuce introduction post!

However, my next overall post is likely going to be the announcement for my ship art/writing event 👀

Thank you for the support on my previous Allen x Deuce posts! It means ridiculously much to me 🥹🥹🥹

[deluxe-rabbitsu]

PHOTOGRAPHY [/fəˈtɑːɡrəfi/]

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"I wonder if you have noticed the subtle presence of the flash by now, the best photos are the ones when you don't have to put on a mask on for someone else's sake"

"It happened when we finally connected with something we have in common; the admiration of capturing the beauty of the moment. Making time stop and framing it in the most expensive frame I own for an eternity...making space in my heart for more than one frame, one more memory, one more conversation...one more photo of you"

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[charliejaneanders]

[O]nce you get beyond the Earth, the lines we’ve drawn between us are impossible to see. Nationalism may have propelled us into space, but when astronauts turned around and photographed the planet from the moon, the picture they captured, “Earthrise,” spurred an environmental movement: a singular, small blue-green ball that we all have to share for better or worse. There’s even a term for a cognitive shift that happens when people go to space: the overview effect, a certain state of awe that can alter the way people fundamentally perceive themselves, their connection to others, and the larger world. Space opera is imbued with this spirit.

Why Compassion Is a Common Theme in Space Opera