#awl gusta

[awlimagines]

SFW Possessive Reader: Part Four

FLORA

You knew dating Flora wouldn’t be easy. Neither of you had much, if any, experience in relationships. Then, your careers kept you busy and apart most of the day. You could deal with it if it were just that, though. Your gaze drifted from where you sulked to where Flora and Carter whispered close together over an artifact. Telling yourself their relationship was professional only went so far when the two shared all meals and lived together. 

You felt like a third wheel in your relationship. Nothing was changing from before you began to date Flora. You only got to see her on the days that Van visited. Time with you was squeezed between the daily work you couldn’t skip and dinner for Carter, leaving a meager few hours two days a month. It wasn’t until Flora got up to leave in the middle of a movie that your frustrations burst forth.

“Oh, I need to leave to start dinner.”   

"Look, I know we've been dating for only two months, but I think it's time you tell Carter you don't like him that way,” you fumed. “Sorry, it just- It feels like you’re married to him, and he doesn’t even appreciate your cooking! He’s a grown man; he can find some way to feed himself. He managed before you came to work with him. Surely, making him dinner isn’t part of your contract. I’d like to see you more than twice a month. Don’t you want to see me more?”

You felt terrible for your outburst as you watched Flora blink in surprise from behind her glasses. As you were preparing to apologize for overreacting, Flora spoke. 

“I don’t enjoy cooking much. I would rather just focus on the dig site than worrying about meals,” she confessed. “I’d like to see you more, but I don’t want to quit working.” 

“Oh, I’m not asking that! How about you spend some nights with me to have dinner? I enjoy cooking, and Nina has taught me some fresh fish dishes. I can cook while you tell me about the artifacts you’ve uncovered for the day.” 

“That sounds nice,” Flora blushed. “But I should still leave for today. I need to talk with Carter about some changes.”

GUSTAFA

Takakura assured you the farm would be fine for a few days. He had handled the farm before you came, and while your work had helped grow it beyond what he did, Takakura wanted you to have some time to enjoy being newly married. You were greatly appreciative then, but now you regretted taking the offer. The beach resort was amazing for the first few hours. 

Then you learned that Gustafa couldn’t be left alone. Another scowl crossed your face as you watched the girl cozy up to Gustafa at the bar again. You didn’t want to doubt him; you knew better deep down. Seeing the model-like girl throw herself at your husband and him pleasantly hold a conversation like any other day was hard. Did his shades somehow block the view of her wearing practically nothing? 

“Hey, I thought we were having fun?” Gustafa gently asked, setting your drink in front of you. 

“It’s a little hard when missy over there keeps throwing herself at you, and you let her!” you seethed, gesturing at the bikini-wearing girl. His easy-going personality was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. But could he honestly not see the girl flirting with him?

“The girl I was just speaking with?” Gustafa questioned with a smile. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

Gustafa’s grin only grew in response, and you could feel tears of frustration pricking your eyes. Before you could open your mouth to say things you would regret later, the man swiftly bent down, planting a kiss against your lips before peppering your face with others. His assault didn’t stop until you shoved him away, gasping for air between your giggles.

“Hey, look at me,” Gustafa urged, removing his shades to stare directly into your eyes. You gulped, trying to focus and not become lost in his dazzling blue gaze. “I’m yours, and no one can change that. I have no interest in anyone that isn't you.”

You dumbly nodded as Gustafa winked and replaced his shades, reassuringly grabbing your hand to plant kisses across your knuckles. As he talked about possible excursions for the two of you, you couldn’t help but smirk over his shoulder at the girl.

MARLIN/MATTHEW

It was the end of summer, but no one told the sweltering heat it was fall’s turn. “Maybe it’s just me,” the thought crossed your mind as you walked by Vesta’s farm to the dig site. Matthew and Cecilia crouched together too close for your liking as they tended to the crops in the field. You liked Cecilia as a person. She was sweet; who in town didn’t like the young woman? But that included your new boyfriend. 

From the beginning, he seemed out of your league. The interactions between Cecilia and him convinced you further that he’d never be interested in you. But then, your relationship blossomed. The fall was hard for you, and only recently had your jealousy begun to rear its head. You wouldn’t be so bothered if you believed Matthew only viewed her as a sister. The way he treated Vesta and Ceci was too different, though. Friends had tried to reassure you that such things were normal in sibling relations. Not every bond was the same, and they swore Matthew looked at you like you were the sun his earth revolved around.

You let out a frustrated sigh as Carter called an end to the day. Keeping your hands busy had done nothing to clear your mind. You rushed home to finish your chores and dragged into the house. If only the day could be over, you wished as you finished washing up. But you still needed to cook dinner. The sight of something blue draped on the corner of your mirror caught your eye. How had you forgotten Matthew left his button-up? Although you couldn’t recall the exact details, you remembered promising to clean it and return it to him. You sniffed the fabric before inhaling deeply. The shirt still smelled like him. It almost felt like getting a hug. You giggled as you tugged the shirt over your pajamas. Cecilia probably didn’t get to do anything like this. A knock at the door sent you scurrying to answer in confusion.

“Hey, Y/N. Were we still on for-?” Matthew’s words trailed off, seeing what you were wearing. Your eyes widened in shock. You had forgotten all about your plans after seeing them work the fields. “Is that my shirt?”     

“I’m sorry I stole your shirt. It still smells like you,” you mumbled an explanation, watching his face turn red. “Are you mad? I can give it back.” 

You jumped as Matthew’s hands clamped onto your shoulders, preventing you from removing his shirt. He cleared his throat, “Y-you can keep it on; it looks good on you.” 

You couldn’t fight the giant grin that enveloped your face. How could you have ever doubted this man?

[wildflowercryptid]

⚠️ spoilers for gusta's wedding event & child's appearance below! ⚠️

finally finished beginnings/year 1 in awl so i wanted to share a few more screenshots! gustafa's wedding event was so cute... now, he and tris have a baby girl named bea. first day of year 2 was a lil rough with the new years event and all, but i'm still excited to see more!

quick hc : i went with "sweetpea" for tris's nickname since i thought it'd be cute, but i imagine gustafa using a few different petnames for them ( like some hungarian terms of endearment like édesem/honey and kedvesem/my darling. ) he'd also call bea his "honey bee." 😊✨️

[raffuchiii]

Today is the B-day of a user in twitter who draws a lot Gusta(fa)! A little present~

[awlimagines]

Their secret talents. Part Two

GUSTAFA - MIMICRY

It was the beginning of a new season, which meant you were busy planting seeds. Gustafa had been at the field’s edge keeping you company, but he drifted away as you became absorbed in work. You splashed water over the last of the planted seeds. You heard both sheep bleating as you wiped the sweat from your brow. The duet gave you pause. You only owned one sheep, and the new one won’t arrive until tomorrow. Confused, you spun around to observe your livestock. 

“That’s you?” you asked Gustafa as he perfectly replicated your sheep’s baa back to him. 

“Yeah, pretty groovy, isn’t it?” the musician smiled. 

“What else can you do?” 

You spent the rest of your day following Gustafa in awe. He could mimic your cow, horse, and dog on your farm. Gustafa replicated the chirps of songbirds, the hoot of an owl, and the angry cries of seagulls. When you asked if it was only animals, Gustafa demonstrated his repertoire of phone notifications. 

“Can you sound like me?” 

“Ah, no. I can’t do people’s voices,” Gustafa watched as your excitement slipped. He smiled gently and offered you another nugget, “I can copy accents pretty well, though.”

LUMINA - SLEIGHT OF HAND

“Your hands are so attractive,” you observed as you sat beside Lumina on the piano bench. “They’re just so nimble and graceful over the keys.” 

The young woman giggled before asking, “Would you like to see something different?” 

When you nodded, the elegant Lumina led you from the piano and upstairs to her bedroom. Your eyebrow raised in curiosity as Lumina locked the door behind the two of you. She guided you to a seat before crawling beneath her bed and pulling out an old case. Her brown eyes fixed on yours as Lumina tossed her long hair back over her shoulder. 

“You can’t tell Aunt Romana,” she swore you to secrecy before instructing you to close your eyes. “Okay, you can open them.” 

As you blinked your eyes open, you could see that Lumina now wore a black cape around her shoulders. She hesitated only a moment before leaning toward you to pull a coin from your ear. At your applause, the young woman’s confidence soared. She next pulled a stream of colorful squares from her empty hands. You sat enthralled as Lumina showed multiple card tricks. She gave an awkward half-bow as she finished, and you applauded.

“That was astounding! Why can’t Romana know?” 

“She didn’t like it when I was younger. Magic and sleight of hand was a hobby of my dad’s, and I think it made her sad to think of my parents,” Lumina explained. 

You intently listened as she recounted sneaking around with Rock to purchase the materials from Van. Lumina was excited to tell you about holding Rock’s parents and Sebastian captive to show the tricks as she learned them. Her eyes widened in shock when you encased her in a hug as Lumina gushed about having something to connect her with both her parents.

MARLIN/MATTHEW - WHITTLING

“What’s that?” you asked, peering over Matthew’s shoulder. 

Matthew jumped at your words, thankfully avoiding knicking himself with the blade he held. The wooden figure in his hand almost looked like an apple. Unlike the apples on your farm, his had tiny little nubs for hands and feet. 

“It’s a Pomme Pomme,” the man mumbled. 

“I’m not familiar with that. What is it?” you asked. 

When you lingered, smiling, Matthew sighed and explained more. He and his friends used to play a fantasy tabletop role-playing game in the city called Rune Factory. Matthew made the monsters for their boards before he moved. The group was starting a new campaign and reached out to him for some of the lower-level monsters. Pomme Pomme was such a monster that looked like an abnormally large apple. 

“You carve all of them? Where did you learn that?” you gently pressed. 

“I learned from our grandpa. He used to make all sorts of animals,” Matthew explained. “It keeps my hands busy, so I like it.” 

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as Matthew reminisced stories of his youth. It was always pleasant to get Matthew talking about himself and his interests. When he finished telling you about the last campaign he played with his friends, the man shifted to lecturing you about how late it had gotten. 

“Could you show me some of the others you have before you walk me home?” 

The brunette man grumbled about you neglecting your farm to hang around but showed you inside. His ears turned pink as you praised the carved and painted figures, asking for details about each monster.

NAMI - FORGERY

“What’s going on?” Nami asked. 

Her voice caused you to glance over from frowning at the ledger. You had finally saved enough to add new facilities. Then, while Takakura was sick, you had the brilliant idea to fix the roof yourself after a typhoon. Now, with your dominant hand cast and hanging from a sling, you couldn’t sign off on the new building. 

“I just can’t sign for anything like this,” you lamented, waving at your arm.  

“Oh, is that all?” 

The redhead walked over to flip through the ledger, viewing past orders and signatures. After looking the writing over, Nami borrowed a pen and some scrap paper to replicate your signature. Your jaw dropped in shock at the exact match. If you hadn’t watched Nami sign your name, you wouldn’t have believed it to be anything other than your own. 

“How did you do that?” 

“My dad worked a lot, and if I wanted to go on school trips, I needed to be able to sign the forms. So, I learned how to forge his signature, and then friends wanted me to copy theirs,” Nami shrugged. 

“That’s amazing,” you muttered. 

With this, you could easily get the facilities, and the farm could grow while you recovered. And yet, your conscience nagged at you. You sighed before telling Nami you appreciated it but couldn’t deceive Takakura in such a way. The young woman nodded in understanding before offering a solution. 

“Thank you again, Nami. You’re a lifesaver,” you gushed over the ledger. Takakura’s neat, tiny script confirmed the order of a new facility via verbal confirmation. Nami’s signature stood proudly next to his own, certifying that a third party had witnessed the process. 

“It’s not that big of a deal,” she flushed.

ROCK - LIMBO SKATING

“Ugh, I’m so bored!” Rock whined next to you. 

For once, you couldn’t disagree with the blonde. Your meager supply of board games and the television had kept you and the young man occupied yesterday. After playing and replaying the games and the shows circling on an endless repeat of classics you had both seen a hundred times, nothing held appeal. Thinking of this being your entire season made you shiver in fear.

“Let’s make a trip to the city! It’s still early that we could return before it’s too late.”  

The idea immediately perked up your companion. Rock excitedly talked about everything the city offered for entertainment as the two of you bundled up to head out. As you crossed the mountain, you had the perfect idea. You would take Rock to do one of your favorite things while you lived in the city. He didn’t like not being in on the surprise. After numerous attempts and pouting, Rock perked up some when you promised he could pick a place to eat. 

“Here we are!” you proudly stated outside the roller rink. 

“Awesome! I haven’t done this in forever! Try not to be too jealous when I skate circles around you,” he smirked. 

You had expected Rock to be bluffing about his talent. That assumption had never been more wrong. As Rock breezed past you again, you slowly glided along the polished wood panels. The blonde could effortlessly weave through the crowd while going backward. An announcement came over the speakers asking people to exit, and you grabbed at Rock’s arm as he passed you again.  

“What is it?” 

“They said to get out of the rink unless you’re participating in limbo.” 

“Oh, watch me win then,” Rock winked before rolling from your reach. You watched in awe as the bar dipped lower and lower to the ground. Eventually, Rock stood against one other competitor. The young man flashed you a brilliant smile before lowering himself into a split, his face mere inches from the floor as he rolled beneath the pole. 

“That was amazing!” 

“Hahaha, yeah! You should see the other ways I’m flexible.”