#finn x rose

[virtie333]

Oh boy. Here we go!

[skylarstark4826]

I loved this beautiful fanart of the FinnRose ship of the Star Wars movie of the characters of Finn Calrrisian and Rose Tico together and above all because I really love that in the Finn and Rose Tico have stayed together and have fallen in love but above all because I really love that in the Finn and Rose have had a beautiful family of their own with 2 beautiful children a girl who is the life image of Finn and a boy who was the life image of Rose and above all because despite the fact that they never made a Canon in the Star Wars movies I am still looking forward to seeing them again and especially and above all because I really would have liked that we had seen them for much more time together in the Star Wars movie... sincerely

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but unfortunately I can't leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on Tumblr because apparently he deleted it and if you ask me I don't understand why I would do something like that but fortunately I managed to rescue the fanart in time

[bluntblade]

I reworked some bits of my Episode IX recently (the Grey Jedi stuff no longer sat right with me), so figured I'd give it a bump again

[pomribs]

me when someone brings up the fact that sean diaz thought his life was ending at 16, little did he know it actually did and he would never feel normal again

me when someone brings up "finn is so fucking smart. if he wasnt such a fuck-up, he couldve taken over the world"

me when someone brings up cassidys letter

me when someone brings up how the group got seperated after the incident even though they only had each other

me when someone brings up how every character had so much potential but were just dealt shitty cards in life and will forever face the consequences of not being good enough to combat the struggles they never asked for (ESP sean, cass, finn and lw daniel)

me when someone brings up the fact that its implied that max and daniel meet in the pw ending, and they finally wont feel alone for the first time in their lives

me when someone brings up how bad seans writing and drawing got after losing his eye, and he would get a migraine whenever he tried to focus, stripping him of the one thing that ever calmed him down

me when someone brings up the fact that daniel quit drawing after lisbeth manipulated him, but started again after sean died because he told him to never stop

me when someone brings up what seans teen years in prison mustve been like and what daniels first meetings with him wouldve been like

me when someone brings up how sean never even gave a second thought about being straight before meeting finn, but after he kissed him he wanted to do it again and kept telling everybody because it was such a personal thing for him

me when sean had no one to talk about prev with because his life was so fucked up and he had no outlet for being a normal teengaer

me when sean literally dreamt about telling his dad he kissed a boy because it was so important to him and he never got to have that conversation before he died, and he imagined his dad supporting him endlessly because he was experiencing a lack of that irl

me when sean got awoken from prev dream to get beat bloody and bruised by a fuckass racist (he will never experience peace)

this post is already too long and i could still go on why is this game so tragic

[finnpoefanevents]

"Finn is known for his intense loyalties in his friendships–specifically with Rey, Poe, and Rose. He risks his neck at every turn, fights for what he loves, and will use whatever tool he needs to get the job done"

[thefinnpoefiles]

the sequel squad as barbie posters

[tomatette]

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy characters and "customized" edits of IRL Valentine's Day cards they would send

[skylarstark4826]

Sirens wailed in the background. Finn had to make a choice here and now. He could run, find Rey- no one would care in all the chaos. He could finally do what he wanted all those weeks ago. Or he could stay and fight.

For Rose. 

Her face came to his mind, and he knew what he had to do. He was done running. With that, he sprinted down the hallways towards the hangar. He pulled on the yellow jumpsuit of the Cobalt Squadron over his civilian clothes, and the life support system. He grabbed a spare helmet, turned on the frequency.

"Cobalt Five, coming in," Finn said.

"Cobalt Five, get in an X-wing now," Captain Tallie ordered.

"Copy Cobalt Leader," Finn said. He hurried towards the only free one- Paige's own X-wing. He placed his hand on the ladder when he heard her.

"FINN!"

He turned to see Rose, running from across the hangar to him. He could sense her fear in the pain- fear that she'd lose him like she lost her sister, he realized with a start. He ran to her without a second thought.

They embraced. Finn looked down into the dark eyes of the young engineer he'd come to know. . . and love, he realized.

"I have to do this," he said. "I can't run anymore. It's like you told me- I have a mission to complete: protecting you."

"I love you," she said. "Finn, be careful. May the Force be with you."

"I love you too," he said. "And I promise I'll come back for you."

He then ran to the X-wing, and got into the cockpit. "I can do this, I can do this."

He had to do this.

Finn shifted the X-wing into gear, and he took off, following the pack so low, they were kicking up the blood-red Craitian sand. To cover the base location, Finn realized. Still getting used to the controls, he overcompensated, and nearly crashed. Some signals started beeping and his screens flashed at him.

"You okay, Cobalt Five?" Poe asked over the frequency.

"I'm fine, I think," Finn said. He glanced at the dashboard. "I think my shields are down."

"That's not good," Captain Tallie said. "That means one hit and you're toast."

"Black Twelve, Black Seven, protect Cobalt Five," Poe ordered.

"Roger that, Black Leader," a male and female said at the same time.

"Thanks," Finn said.

"We'd do anything for you, Big Deal," Black Twelve said.

Finn, in spite of himself, grinned at the nickname that Han Solo had given him. If he died tonight, at least he'd die surrounded by friends and knowing that Rose loved him as much as he loved her.

I'm sorry, Rose. 

The X-wing was still shaking a little, but Finn was getting used to the controls. His heart pounded in his chest as what seemed like endless TIE fighters emerged from the overcast sky. He took a deep breath, and tightened his grip on the steering.

"Targets coming into view," Captain Tallie said.

"Don't hold back," Poe warned.

"And may the Force be with you," Finn added.

For that moment, they all breathed in and out collectively. This was the end, the greatest of all the battles they'd fought so far. This was the moment of life or death. There was destiny to it. Everything it seemed, had come down to this.

Green bolts whizzed past, and through luck, and intuition, Finn managed to dodge as X-wings and A-wings dropped like flies around him. The targeting computer, however, was a distraction. Finn turned it off, and fired at the enemy. He had to protect his friends, protect Rose.

"There's one on your tail!" Jessika cried. "I've got it!"

Just as she said that, there was an explosion. "Blue Three? Blue Three, come in? Jessika? Jessika!"

"I'm here!" she shouted, sounding just as relieved as Finn did.

Every moment felt like forever. It was an eternity of adrenaline and blaster bolts. So many times, his skills faltered, but when he was at the brink of falling or dying, he remembered Rose. He had to come back to her.

He didn't know what caused him to look up when he did, but when he did, he saw the Falcon soaring through the clouds. Finn could sense Rey, and Chewie, and Luke- and someone else.

"It's Rey!" he shouted. "Rey's come back to help us! We have to help the Falcon!"

"We hear you, Cobalt Five," said Captain Tallie. "We're on our way. Cobalt Squadron, protect the Millennium Falcon!"

Finn soared up with the rest of them, and shot at the TIEs.

"There's more in the atmosphere!" Captain Tallie cried. "We need to help the Last Command. Come-"

She was cut off by a blood-curdling scream. Finn knew it as a death cry. She and several others were shot down.

"What do we do?" someone shouted. "Tallie's dead!"

"So's her second in command!"

"We need to help the Last Command," Finn said. He was finally living up to his full potential. This was who he was meant to be. "We can take out the Finalizer! Hit the command center, and then take out the turrets, and we'll be able to sink it!"

There was silence for a heart-pounding moment.

"Copy that, Cobalt Leader," Black Seven said.

Finn let out a small sigh of relief- it wouldn't last for long, but that didn't matter. Every second was one where he was living, not dying. This was it.

He led the fleet into the atmosphere, where the Finalizerlurked, facing off against the Last Command.

Breathe. Just breathe. 

He closed his eyes. Finn breathed in, then out. He followed his intuition, and pressed the trigger. His eyes opened just in time to see the blaster bolt fire straight into the command center, blowing up the entire thing.

"Woo!" he cried. "I got it!"

"Way to go, Cobalt Leader!" several pilots said. He then turned down and headed for the turrets. It would be deadly, but worth it. Immediately upon approach, an A-wing was fired out of the sky, and sent to the sands of Crait for all time. Finn couldn't let the same happen to him.

"Give it all you've got!" he cried. "Trust in yourselves, and in the Force! We're almost there!"

For a moment, the entire fleet of the Resistance and New Republic combined took a collective breath. In, then out. Then they fired with all the fury of all the Corellian hells. One by one the turrets blinked out, shot their last bolts. The ships deftly avoided all of them.

The Finalizer was stagnant in the air for a moment. Then it gave a great shudder before plummeting to Crait.

Cheers and screams of joy and relief filled the frequency, Finn along with them.

The TIES began to jump to hyperspace, as well as the other bigger ships, making it easy to shoot down the stragglers.

"We've done our job," Finn said. "Let's go home, everyone."

He landed the X-wing in the hangar, barely coming to a stop inside. Everyone, it seemed, was inside the hangar in that moment, come to greet the heroes of the Resistance. Finn threw off his helmet, and leapt out of the cockpit. He stood at the bottom of the ladder on the side, surrounded by the crowd and the communal energy in the Force, before spotting her distinctive ponytail.

"ROSE!" he shouted, and she turned. He ran to her, and she to him, and the crowds parted as the lovers met, embracing again, this time in victory. Finn swept Rose off her feet and kissed her, wanting this moment to be his forever. Her lips against his, sharing the energy of the Force and her soft body in his arms, pressed together in a perfect fit.

He set her down, and she grinned up at him.

"I promised I'd come back for you, didn't I?"

"Oh, Finn," she cried, and she threw her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, the force of it nearly knocking him over. Luckily, he managed to maintain his balance, and he twirled her around.

They were together, victory was theirs, and the future was in their hands. Tomorrow would be another battle, but that didn't matter tonight as the storm raged outside. It was all out there- in here, two hearts beat as one.

[biggestsimponhere]

I’m opening up my requests for the star wars men including Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han solo, Poe Dameron, Finn, Cassian Andor, my requests for Din djarin have been open and you can still request for him! I also will wrote for any of the girls.

[doyelikehaggis]

Gleescendants

So, I saw @hevanderson ‘s take on a Glee x Descendants crossover, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it until I made my own version (with a few ideas pinched from their post, because some of them were just too good to change, so I’ve marked those ones with stars!)

• Rachel Berry (Daughter of Tinker Bell)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Never Land) / Species: Half-Fairy / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Pixie Dust Flight

• Finn Hudson (Son of Ariel and Eric)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Westerley, Eric’s Castle) / Species: Half Mer-Man / Royal Status: Prince (heir to the throne) / Abilities: Mermaid Physiology, Tourney

• Kurt Hummel (Son of Cruella De Vil)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (Hell Hall) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilites: Sewing, Tailoring, Fencing, Fashion Design

• Quinn Fabray (Daughter of Anna and Kristoff)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Arendelle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Princess (heir to the throne) / Abilities: Magic, Cryokinesis, Cheerleading

• Santana Lopez (Adopted daughter of Dr Facilier)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (Dr Facilier’s Voodoo Emporium) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Voodoo, Sleight of Hand, Fortune Telling, Cheerleading

• Sam Evans (Son of Mr Smee) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (“The Lost Revenge ship) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Sailing, Tourney

• Blaine Anderson (Son of Snow White)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Charmington) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Prince (Second in line to the throne) / Abilities: Zoolingualism, Boxing, Cheerleading

• Brittany Pierce (Daughter of Merlin)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Camelot Heights, Camelot Castle) / Species: Witch / Royal Status: Future advisor to the Monarch of Camelot / Abilities: Magic, Soothsaying, Metamorphosis, Cheerleading

• Tina Cohen-Chang (Daughter of the Mad Hatter)

Raised in/on: Wonderland (Queen of Hearts’ Castle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Hat-Making, Fashion Design, Riddles

• Mike Chang (Son of Mulan and Li Shang)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Northen Wei) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None (Supposed to be joining the Imperial Army/become General) / Abilities: Dancing, Martial Arts, Horse Riding, Expert Swordsmanship, Archery

• Artie Abrams (Son of Belle and Adam) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon (Auradon Central, Beast Castle) / Species: Part-Beast / Royal Status: Prince (Heir to the throne) / Abilities: Beast Form

• Mercedes Jones (Daughter of Hercules and Megara) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon (Olympus) / Species: Part God / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Demigod Physiology

• Noah “Puck” Puckerman (Son of Hades)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Demigod / Royal Status: Prince of the Underworld / Abilities: Pyrokinesis

• Marley Rose (Daughter of Fairy Godmother) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon / Species: Part Fairy / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Magic, Pixie Dust Flight

• Jake Puckerman (Son of Hades)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Demigod / Royal Status: Prince of the Underworld / Abilities: Pyrokinesis

• Unique Adams (Daughter of the Queen of Hearts)

Raised in/on: Wonderland (Queen of Hearts’ Castle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Princess (Heir to the throne) / Abilities: Chess

• Kitty Wilde (Daughter of the Cheshire Cat)

Raised in/on: Wonderland / Species: Part Feline / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Feline Physiology, Cheerleading, Invisibility, Teleportation, Manipulation

• Sebastian Smythe (Son of Hans) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: Prince / Abilities: Lacrosse, Manipulation

• Sugar Motta (Daughter of Gaston and one of the Bimbettes)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: None

• Dave Karofsky (Son of Madam Mim)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Warlock / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Dark Magic, Tourney

• Jesse St. James (Son of Hook)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Swordsmanship, Swimming

[theseekeroftruth]

Evening gently enveloped one of the cozy galleries in the south of France, where the soft light of the lamps spilled over the marble walls, as if highlighting their majestic antiquity. Elijah Mikaelson, always impeccably elegant, sat at a table in the far corner of the hall, across from a young woman named Andrea. The air was filled with the aroma of red wine, which they were sipping slowly, watching an elderly couple dancing in the center of the hall. The music, seeping through the walls, was muted, yet expressive enough to touch something deeply hidden within their souls, the strings of the guitar resonating with their mood.

The man’s gaze drifted over the delicate profile of the stranger, whose features seemed to be from a past life; her eyes glistened in the dim light like two precious gems. His voice was quiet, almost intimate, when he asked a question that seemed inevitable:

"You ever feel like that?"

Andrea slowly turned her head, her face lit up with slight surprise and a soft smile.

"Like what?" she asked, knowing the answer was already on its way.

The brunette glanced toward the elderly couple, their hands tightly intertwined as if they had been holding onto each other their entire lives, afraid to lose contact even for a moment.

"Like... you were just destined for someone" his voice was filled with longing, as if every word was a memory of a lost treasure.

A moment passed, stretching into an eternity, as Andrea looked into her companion's eyes. There was so much understanding in her gaze that he could have sworn she saw through him, through the centuries he had lived, to the very core of his soul, as if she had known him for many years.

"Yes..." she replied, and in her response was the silence of long years of waiting, as if she had always known this moment would one day come.

They were silent, allowing the music to speak for them. The elderly couple gracefully twirled around the hall, their movements filled with the grace and love that only time can give. And suddenly, the noble Mikaelson extended his hand. The woman slowly placed hers over it, allowing him to draw her closer, leading her to the dancers. They moved to the rhythm of the melody, as if the music was their guide on this evening.

Elijah felt the warmth of her body flow into his, her breath becoming part of his own, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget everything. They danced slowly, as if it were their last dance, yet there was hope for the future in their movements.

When the music faded, Andrea stopped, her hand still resting on his shoulder. She slowly leaned in and left a light kiss on his cheek, which felt more tangible than a thousand lived years. Then she barely pulled away and whispered with a certain mystery:

"I'll be waiting for another dance"

Mikaelson followed her with his gaze, as if trying to memorize every detail of her appearance tonight, sensing and somehow recalling that what connected them was far more than just a dance and a soulful evening in a hall filled with art.

[buffshipper8490]

(Leia & Ben art @o0-snowdrop-0o | Rey/Ben art @hotside | used w/ permission)

Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

🔞 Smut Ahead! 🔞 Ben Solo reunites with his estranged family and Rey with her friends on Coruscant as the Resistance and the citizens celebrate their victory. A month later, Finn, Rose, Poe, Chewbacca, and the droids receive Medals of Honor at a public ceremony while Rey decides to reward Ben in an entirely different way...

Excerpt

Ben Solo stood at the window of a Senate office that had been repurposed into an apartment of sorts for Rey and him, his injuries fully healed from the previous month. While the apartment was far less spacious than his old royal chambers in the First Order Capitol, Ben didn't mind. He had Rey with him. Having Rey with him made the past month or so much more manageable. Even with his mother's unwavering support, The Resistance still distrusted him, even as he freely gave them access codes, base and factory locations, and signed orders to free thousands of the wrongfully imprisoned across the galaxy. He had avoided his own imprisonment or execution, though he was still ostracized. To go to a ceremony like the one he watched from afar would be a bad idea, even though he genuinely wanted to be there for his Uncle Chewie. To show his respect towards Rey's friends, even if they didn't reciprocate. He knew they only tolerated him because of Rey and his mother, but he did hope they could reach an understanding one day. He understood, he was once Supreme Leader of the First Order, after all. He had spent much of his reign trying to wipe the Resistance out and had personally tried to kill several of them. Forgiveness was going to take a long time. Forgiving himself was going to take even longer. Ben felt Rey's arms wrap around his waist, and she gave him a peck on the cheek. "You should be down there with them, too," he said, looking back at her. "They are your friends." "I didn't fight their battle. They deserve this moment without me taking their thunder," Rey reasoned, resting her head on his shoulder. "I've already congratulated them this morning." Ben conceded with a sigh and folded his arms as he looked away from her to stare down at the parade below. "By the way... I think you should be rewarded, too," Rey said, kissing his neck now. "I don't think we'd be able to enjoy continued victories against the First Order without your intel." Ben shook his head and chuckled mirthlessly. "I'm just righting my wrongs. I don't deserve a reward for that." Rey grinned and turned him around to face her. She placed her hands on his chest, prompting him to unfold his arms. "Oh, I think it'll be just as rewarding for me as it will be for you..." she said with a mischievous grin. "Oh?" Ben arched an eyebrow. " Oh ..."

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[kyoghurts]

LA VIE EN ROSE — mash burnedead village au! mini series written by. @kyoghurts : idea full credits to. @seneon

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ mash thinks you’re beautiful. he will show this to you in his own, beautiful way. a flower in his hands, and his heart encased in yours.

IN WHICH : mash brings a flower everytime he visits you, one who’s selling pastries in another village, each visits come with different flowers. ( CHP I. )

CONTENT : just mash being his awkward self. mentions of greek mythology. most of this chapter is just me showcasing the nature of this au; the slowburn, pure and teenage sweetheart behavior and their first time having an object of affection, the budding start of a friendship. also displays of familial love and The Siblings™

la vie en rose masterlist ; PRELUDE ← CHP i. → CHP ii.

for someone who wants peace at all cost, mash always leaves a distinct trail of trouble wherever he goes (and all of them are unintentional.)

when lance accompanied him in search of a flower shop, a huge wave of regret start to drown his being, like pouring frigid cold water to his skin that elicits an uncomfortable shiver.

“mash, no, you can’t take all those flowers” his arms tug at the end of his shirt with force when his friend starts to pull too many variations in his hands, and he doesn’t even have the energy to question how it all fits to his grasp, with no limit to his impulsive snatching. “wait- be gentle with those sweet peas!”

lance could see the colours of the cashier’s face draining at an alarming speed, he looks like he wants to intervene but can’t. paralysed to the ways his dumbass of a friend treats the flowers.

after a few reprimands and scoldings, along with manpower to put mash in place, they finally get kicked out of the shop. the ring of the bell knocking against the entrance door echoes in the air like defeat, he slumps and murmurs “sorry, i got carried away”

lance can only muster up a sigh. “at least you got one”

mash promptly lifts the remaining flower in his hand, good thing he caught it in the last minute, and it was actually the first that pulled his attention the moment they entered prior, the same feeling when he sets on the white amaryllis flourishes, the beating of his chest quietly whispers him to cherish it, both the flower and the feeling.

“do all flowers…” he starts musing as they walk. “have meaning of their own?”

“yes. i’m no expert, though” lance then points towards the one he’s holding. “i can’t say for sure what that particularly means, too”

“we can ask the others.”

the blue haired nods, although reluctant to ask, he does so with his usual tone of nonchalance. “why do you want to know, though?”

mash slows his pace, just one step at a time, his eyes still locked on the flower. ‘for a mere thing, he gets all contemplative’ but he isn’t judging, its more of a faint amusement written on his face, he stays quiet until mash speaks.

“i get the feeling you don’t just give something like this to someone without knowledge. it’s like working out without a goal in the end.”

a pause, tongue-tied, not expecting him to give them so much thought. “..true.”

“i’m really sorry about earlier. i promise i won’t do it again.”

mash is a lot of things, being a man of his words are one of them.

lance mumbles something of accord before they stride off towards their friends.

“what is that? it looks edible.”

“dot what the hell.”

it’s summer afternoon, meaning time can either run slow or fast depending on the activities spent in these hours, though most days mash and his friends dread over the heat and boredom (a horrible combination, all of them complains) as they try to squeeze some fun in between.

today though, mash suggesting they’d lounge in their personal tree house as they help him figure out some flower’s name and background, as if investigating a mysterious case, proves that the afternoon might just be a little more productive than usual.

dot’s laugh rumble through the open, he leans against the wall as he sits down cross legged. finn, sitting beside dot, takes the flower from mash where he lays down and limbs spreading out like a starfish, all comfortable and still. finn briefly inspects it while dot tilts his head, curious.

“this is,” to be honest, all of them are just as clueless as mash is, but finn thanks himself for having even just a pinch of memory with the flower book he once read at a small library, so he says with a grin, “a white anemone!”

the red haired lets out a soft “ohhh.” amused as he mutters, “still looks edible.”

finn winces from the awful joke brought twice. “i say go for it,” lance interjects, asserting himself with his arms crossed. he’s leaning against the doorframe one foot carrying the weight of the other, the distance between them is safe as he taunts dot, who’s very close to shaving his head, glaring, “you might as well digest all the toxic of this world and i wouldn’t bat an eye if you start choking to death.”

dot retorts, “why don’t you eat this instead and see if anyone would ca-”

“guys!!” the booming sound of lemon’s voice out of nowhere has lance falling off his feet like a frightened hamster. he gets up just as quickly. “i saw a very cute cat just now.” she jumps in excitement, adrenaline coursing between her veins as she smiles with quivering anticipation. she probably ran all the way here, considering how she slightly pants and heaves.

as if her energy easily spreads within the circle, dot immediately rushes to her,“where?!”she insists as she pulls his wrist and rushes out, three of the remaining all clueless. lance languidly follows with a sigh, and finn scratches his cheek from their antics.

seems like a productive afternoon alright.

finn’s the last one to leave, perhaps? well, mash doesn’t look like he’ll move anytime soon. he asks him, still splayed on the floor, “are you staying?” as he’s about to descend to the stairs. it takes a few pause of silence before he sees him shake his head. something about this hesitant nature of mash gives finn the impression that his friend is thinking about you, and him mumbling under his breath, ‘heading to the bakery soon’ kind of confirms it.

he doesn’t fully comprehend it himself, but he nods regardless. it’s a crush, isn’t it? or probably just a fleeting infatuation. he’s not sure, but he has to admit that mash is so genuine and upfront in his approach, giving you a flower on the second time you both just met? considering the white anemone back in his grasp as it rests on his chest with his hands above it, he’ll continue greeting you like this?

‘i’d cry if someone gifts me flowers like that,’ finn thinks to himself as he follows lance, dot, and lemon as their figure gradually blurs in the distance, walking without haste. ‘it’s sweet.’

“how is it?” you ask, a little breathy and more tense than you’d like to admit.

you attempt to layer your worries with self-reassuring stillness, as if to act cooler in front of your younger sister. instead of trying to gauge out her expression during the assessment of your baking-in-progress session, you busy your hands placing each doughnut parallel to each other on the tray, lining them to perfection.

“its good!” lei, your sister, finally exclaims. putting a stop to the antsy feeling building up inside you, now dispersed and fading outwards. you let out a soft exhale in relief.

“yeah?”

she nods, enthusiastic, “its sweet, just the way i like it!” this makes you want to pat yourself on the back, because lei has a similar sweet tooth to that of grandma, meaning if she likes it, she’ll most likely feel the same as well.

a chuckle starts to bubble from your throat as you ruffle her hair too roughly on purpose, dishevelling it in the process. she cries out, “uaghhh, devinn! stop that!” and pushes your hand away, pouting, and that only gives you more reasons to mess with her. things turn chaotic in the kitchen soon after.

her hand takes a fistful of your hair and mirrors your action when grandma inquisitively peeks, “what’s going on here?” her tone is fond, doting even. you hear her low, quiet giggle as she makes her way towards you and lei. “your hair’s not being ruined by devin again now is it?”

you shove her away and smile, playfulness curling around the edges of your lips, reaching up to the crinkle of your eyes. “definitely.”

lei groans out loud, you choose to ignore her as grandma eyes the pastry on the tray. and that squirmy feeling starts to simmer in your stomach once again.

you don’t notice yourself holding your breath once she takes a bite. immediately your gaze drift to her eyes, the one that’s most expressive out of every features.

you love seeing the light that glints from it, you love grandma just as much as you love baking.

and when her eyes do light up, everything else seem to glow of happiness.

“this is good, devi!”

still, your sister is undoubtedly interested in today’s session as she stands beside you, a look of curiosity as she sees how grandma commends your work. so you push down your giddiness back to the ends of your stomach and act more calm, just to save yourself the embarrassment. lei could snitch you to your other siblings, and they wouldn’t let you off until they chew you with their brutal teasing to bits.

you like to act tough, you’ve been doing it since the day your siblings developed a sense of purpose to bully you every waking moment. (which seemed to backfire every now and then, you hope this particular moment doesn’t though)

you don’t need to wear it like a mask for too long. lei’s still a kid, no older than 7, which means that afternoon’s her favourite time to escape the house and run around with her friends outside until curfew rolls in. and grandma knows this all too well.

“i noticed amara waiting for you with her doll outside, dear.” grandma looks at you rather than lei. when she gapes in realisation, she starts bolting for the door and shout so loud “i’m coming amara!! wait for me!!” that both you and grandma suddenly burst into snickers.

as if its natural, you come to her side and ask “too sweet, wasn’t it?”

your grandma bumps her hips with yours in affection, sliding in as she takes another bite of your doughnut and lets out a satisfying hmmm you’ve ever heard, shaking her head that serves an answer to your question.

“you’ve improved a lot ever since you told me you wanted to take over.”

“i’m serious about this.”

“that i know,” she pinches your cheek. “i know you’re a serious person, dear. but,”

she swallows and places down her food as she holds both of your hand and smiles warmly, as warm as butter toast with creamy coffee on a usual sunday, the one that puts your head into wandering thoughts of introspection and comfort. her voice is soothing, you almost didn’t catch what she’s trying to tell you.

“i want you to loosen up a bit, okay? you don’t have to always tend to this old bakery of ours. you have other hobbies like reading or writing, but you can go out there with your friends or just have a little breather.”

you want to protest. you’re sure it’s written all over your face, because she continues, “everything should be in balance and moderation, devin. i want you to have fun out there.” she grips your hand a little more tightly, with creased brows of determination. “and you don’t try, you must.”

“granny…”

“you know. when i was your age i used to-”

“okay! okay!” you end up giving in, not wanting to sit through another story of your grandma’s past for the nth time. you grin in reassurance. “i will. thanks.”

“you will.” she repeats, “you make sure you stick to your promises.”

“when have i ever broke them my dear granny.” you rub your thumb against her knuckles, feeling the lines of wrinkles and bones, time is etched in every parts of her, a figure of love and pureness despite everything, you want to cherish these minutes with her, so much that you feel reluctant to leave her side even for a short while.

but at the same time, you’re too soft-hearted for her to disregard her wishes, despite it being insignificant for you, and making promises you can’t keep burns your tongue in a bad kind of way, like acid and bitter taste combined.

she settles for an exhale and gently drop your hands. “i just don’t want you to have regrets.”

you’re still young. you can practically hear her thoughts, maybe because she sees herself in you, maybe because your serious nature is nothing new to the bloodline, and that maybe she wants you to take on the role of change.

none of which you can make a promise of.

however, you do know you can trust yourself to leave the house whenever. yeah, you’re going to start doing that by tomorrow then.

“oh, mash! good to see ya!”

mash stiffly nods, muttering “devin, good to see you too.”

it’s certainly a trait of yours, but you quickly read the atmosphere, and you don’t have to make it more awkward than it already is. so you tone down your excitement, another trait of yours with which you’ve mastered throughout the years. “when you said you’ll drop by again, i didn’t think it’d be today.”

in less than a minute, you ready the cream puffs (that you reserved for mash in secret) even before he says it. he doesn’t smile, but you like the way his eyes light up like a child receiving his favourite thing in the world, reminds you a lot of your own self when you’re given the chance to dirty your kitchen in god awful amounts of flour and mess.

he takes it from your hands and he pays and then usually this is the part where you bid someone goodbye. but something in his posture, tense and rigid but expression full of expecting, tells you he that he has more to say than simply walk out at this moment.

you wait for him to start, but immediately regret falls upon your face once you grant him the chance to wander about his thoughts, and he seemed lost already. staring at you the same way he did the first time.

after a few seconds pass of awkward staring and of what felt like agonising minutes, you decide to proceed through the conversation. “you really do love creampuffs. may i ask why?” you lean over the counter, your arms crossed and a gentle smile forming your lips.

he blinks, quickly averting eye contact. “m-me? uhm.” you see his hands start fiddling the ends of his fingertips. “no particular reason. it’s just my favourite.”

you hum, genuine curiosity evident in your tone. “just like that?”

it makes mash come to an ease slowly, treacle and sweet, as he nods. “just like that.”

“…i see.”

“do you also have a favourite?”

“lots of favourites, yeah.”

“you can’t choose one?”

“well. i do. but then if i ate it all the time, it might lose it’s appealing flavour.”

he blinks, and for a moment he stays quiet.

“..that’s not a favourite.”

“oh?”

you tilt your head in question.

“i think that, no matter the time or place or how frequent you eat it, if you really like it, the taste will never change.” he expresses his opinion in a way that brings you to a pause, lets you question as though it holds importance to know if you really have a favourite or not.

well, do you? and if you could eat it as frequently as mash does with his creampuffs, would you say that it’ll never grow out of you?

“i uh, didn’t think it that way. maybe i have a favourite, orrr maybe i don’t. who knows?”

“will you tell me what it is if you found one some day?”

“you really wanna know?”

“yeah, it’s why i’m asking.”

“sure. we can go pick up this topic again once i have.”

he opens his paper bag full of creampuffs and fishes out one as he takes a bite, his expression melting into softness as he does. seeing this does something to you, so inexplicable that you can’t find a reason as to why a small grin makes its way to your lips.

then his munching stops, as if he remembered something. “what’s wrong?”

in one go he swallows the whole thing before gently patting his hands together, wiping off the crumbs and a cold sweat breaks through your temple. no, what the heck? how could someone do that- you rub your eyes to see if you’re not mistaken, surely enough, he’s already packing his paper bag into his tote bag—this, you find new, you didn’t expect him to be using this sorts considering that he only buys an amount that suffices the hand to carry. is he or has he gone to the market beforehand?—he’s pulling something out from it and then you’re gaping even more because he’s giving you yet another flower like last time.

“here. it’s uh…uhm..yeah, it’s for you.”

you stare at it in awe, breathless as you say. “a white anemone.”

mash nods wordlessly, even though he knows you can’t see him. but you do, because you briefly flash a beaming smile at him before he could prepare his heart, you chuckle, “it’s so pretty!”

you turn to caress its petals, feel its collar of leaves and the slight bend of stem. “is this a mounthelm thing? you greet someone with flowers?” your question tumbles out of your mouth supposedly to be taken as a joke, or a rhetorical one. mash stutters a no, and you can’t wrap your head around this information. so you laugh for the sake of it, a laugh that expresses your amusement and happiness. “thank you regardless.”

“you’re welcome.” he seems happy, not from the facial features that which he lacks, but from the ambience itself. you can’t place a finger on it, but mash can be easy to read without relying on the obvious.

maybe it’s just a you thing, though.

you’re satisfied with your point either way.

“there’s a story for this pretty thing right here.” you slightly wave the flower, and you suddenly realise what you just said too late as you quickly follow “i-if you’re not in a hurry! sorry, i might actually bore you and you have other things to do-”

“i’m all ears.” he hasn’t moved from his position, still giving you his undivided attention. “i don’t have anything to do for today, besides, i’m interested.”

you stop breathing, the air stuck to your throat. “really?”

he nods. “tell me more.”

“uhh, okay.” you smile, awkward lines tied around the stroke of your lips. “white anemones vary in their symbolic meaning, for me, this flower reminds me of the word ‘renewal’, ‘purity’ or ‘innocence’ because of its color, and ‘wholesome love’ if we’re being romantic.”

“in greek mythology, anemone flowers were sacred to aphrodite.”

“to who?”

“aphrodite, or venus in her roman goddess counterpart, she’s the goddess of love and beauty.”

“there are many versions to go about this, but aphrodite met a young man named adonis and fell in love. while they were together, the sun was bright and the soil were kind to the people, flowers were blossoming and even the fruits were ripe. actually, another goddess fell in love with adonis too, and she didn’t want to give up on him so easily.”

“in other words, adonis had chicks?”

you wheeze, not expecting him to interject. “he was said to be handsome among many. anyway…”

“this goddess, persephone, would spend time with adonis in autumn and winter; spring and summer with aphrodite. but one unfortunate day, he tracked down a wild and mighty boar. aphrodite wasn’t with him, he hurled his spear but only ended up wounding the boar. he ran away, alas, the boar quickly caught up to him and killed him with its great tusks.”

a gasp elicits from his lips “he didn’t survive…” he muttered under his breath, full of musings with undertones of sadness.

“he didn’t, and aphrodite was devastated when she heard his cries high over the earth. she loved & grieved him so much that she turned his blood into a dark red flower, the same color as adonis’ blood, and anemones were then born.”

“oooh..” his lips form in a small ‘o’, the fascination in his wide eyes are hard to miss.

you laugh, sheepish. “i wanted to keep it short and as summarised as possible. if there’s any question you like to ask or to clear any confusion, i’d.. be happy to fill you in.”

“you’re a great storyteller.”

the compliment catches you off guard, you smile that reflects the sun behind mash, gleaming until it reaches your eyes. “thank you, mash.”

the sun has yet to bid the sky farewell when the two of you are relentlessly still conversing about..from favourite food to greek origins of the flower then to a little bit about your perspectives on the story. and honestly, you haven’t had any type of long conversations like these in a long while, the doughnut you made earlier ago is now a remnant and fleeting taste residing on the roof of your tongue, your duties long forgotten as you spend the remaining afternoon with mash.

it’s only when you notice the time when the sun finally leaves a trail of blazing orange as some street lamps start to blink into existence, and you have never felt embarrassment this heavy in a long while, too. “ah.. it’s nearing late.” you mumble, dumbfounded. he blinks at you only to flinch at the realisation as well.

“i’m so sorry.” he bows, his droopy expression turning prominent, “i didn’t mean to take up so much of your time, but i need to go now. pops will be worried at home.”

“no- i should be the one apologising!” your hands frantically move in front of you, finding the bow unnecessary, when he stands upright and makes eye contact with you, you see the same shyness flashing across his gaze. “g-go! your father’s probably worried sick now. see you again, mash!”

he stuffs a creampuff before waving at you, “see you, devin” briskly walking ahead as you crane forward from the counter, watching him as you wave back.

when he turns and blurs through the distance, you crouched in the corner of a wall, your hand covers the lower half of your face, feeling yourself warm. “i did not just rambled to a guy i recently just met-”

“but you did!”

“gah!”

when you look up, the devils themselves had emerged in probably the worst and perfect time to torment you. your three siblings ready to bombard you with questions through their mischievous eyes and ruthless mouths.

you stand up to your feet, their heads quickly lifting as they held you in captive of their intense gazes. you defend yourself as firmly as you can, “it’s not what you think it is.”

nikol devilishly grins, “you always say that.”

“since when ?!”

“they’re finally coming out of their shell~”

you cringe at the three of them. lei being the only one partially confused and partially happy despite not knowing what’s going on. honestly, why do you even try to explain.

johann’s snickering makes you sigh out of exhaustion, she steps closer, invading your space completely with her arms now wrapped around you. she’s always been affectionate, her smile resembling a lot to grandma’s. “who is he, devin?”

“he’s not just some stranger now is he?” nikol wriggles his brow implicitly, and you nearly want to smack his head when johann pulls you tighter, you returned the hug instead.

you take your time answering, not minding the silence of an after-shock of everything that happened so far, trying to take them all in. after a few moments, you admit, “you’re right.”

the white anemone rests on the counter, placed near your book. a friend beside a friend, purity in its sleep.

you spare it a glance, for the first time, you want it to stay awake and alive for as long as possible. “his name is mash burnedead, and he’s a friend of mine." a smile of endearment ghosts around your lips, "yeah, that sounds about right.”

BONUS:

"what took you so long???"

"...i forgot the cheese.."

"what??????"

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