#fragaria memories reader

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"You've been staring at me for a while. What are you thinking?" Chaco turns the rest of his body so that he's now sitting fully facing you.

"I don't trust you," you declare simply. That was you, wasn't it? Not one to beat around the bush and carrying yourself like a school teacher, all proper and head held high. But there was a whimsical air around you that anyone who spent plenty of time with you would notice, and he has spent plenty. Put simply, you were like a character from a dramatic comedy. The seeming straight, no-nonesense friend with a soft and caring heart.

He quirks a brow and leans forward. "Oh? Why is that?"

"You smile too much," you say, folding your hands on the table and also leaning forward. "And your smiles are too perfect. I'm willing to bet that you're hiding something. No one can smile always perfectly."

"But what if that's how I am? Besides, there's always something to smile about. Like our lord."

Unwillingly, your lips pull up into a smile. "Can't argue with that," you concede. "But then, what else are you thinking that makes you smile?"

"Have you always been this curious about me? Can't get me out of your thoughts?" he teases.

"Yes. You're very interesting." Another simple declaration from you, the whimsical, no-beating-around-the-bush you. You even bob your head in a nod!

The almost deadpan delivery makes him want to laugh, but at the same time, he feels his cheeks start to warm. So, to hide the fluster, he lets out that laugh and rests his chin in his palm. "You know, I could say the same for you too. You're not like most of the other skaters here. If anything, you and Tuxedo Sam's Fragaria might get along."

"No offense to him, but no thanks."

That makes him laugh, much harder than before. He actually turns his body so he could double over, which causes him to miss your satisfied smile and small giggle. Once he's done laughing, he says, "The others are going to love hearing that. Say, did you know you can get a special type of ice cream down the street?"

"I knew it! This is banana ice cream!"

Chaco just smiles as he bites into his spoonful.

"You said there was a special type of ice cream sold here, but this flavor is common," you say.

"Take another bite," he says.

You narrow your eyes and stare at him for a second too long before taking another bite. Your eyes then widen. "Oh! There's a frozen banana slice in here."

"And that's what makes this ice cream special. The other parlors in the area don't have this trait, see?"

You mull it over, taking another bite of ice cream, and nod. "Mmyeah."

And that's how things are between the two of you. Whenever he suggests something, you would take his word for it. Of course, it was not without staring at him for a second too long, as though you could parse the truth out of him by searching his grey eyes. Despite "tricking" you many times (always harmless tricks, mind you), you never backed down.

That brings us to now: the two of you sitting on swing sets staring at the dawning sky, after Chaco said he knew of a quiet place with a great view of the sunrise.

"A while ago, you said you didn't trust me," he says. "Do you still not trust me?"

"Yes."

The way the answer is delivered so whimsically serious makes his smile genuine. "But you still hang out with me. Shouldn't you be more wary?"

"Yes, but if I'm too wary, I wouldn't be able to get to the bottom of what exactly is making you untrustworthy."

How paradoxical, he thinks. Not to mention, it was dangerous of you explain your plan so plainly to the very person you wanted to know more of.

The strangeness of you was so amusing just as it made you so endearing.

"So far, I've figured out that you like pulling friendly and clever pranks, and that you're not entirely untrustworthy. As a Fragaria, you would have the want to protect your lord and the kingdom, but even if you weren't, I can't see you as someone who enjoys hurting people. Whenever we hang out, nothing malicious happens."

"But what if the next thing we do does hurt you?"

"You wouldn't want it to happen and you wouldn't let it. That's not you. Besides, I'd be disappointed. I look forward to whatever silly surprise you have for me."

Chaco considers this. "So you hang out with me because you look forward to that?"

"That's half of it. The other half is that it's just very nice hanging out with you, even if we don't do anything exciting." You pause for a moment to admire the changing hue of the sky. "Like now."

The sun is now beginning to peek over the trees. Chaco immediately thinks of how perfect you look smiling under the golden light.

He likes gullible people, but you are a very special and very interesting exception.

[manytoonepoet13]

"You may not be my first, you may not be the only one I've shared my past with. But I shall hold onto eternity's vow I saw in your eyes, and hope you'd be my last and forever."

~Many To One Poet~

[cosmickuneho]

Yandere! Cielomort

Felt a little silly goofy ♡

Cielo having a natural charisma that attracts people... Always calm and collected, highly intelligent. He takes his duties very seriously... But then ONE DAY, he sees a stranger standing off in the distance, perhaps a little shy with their head lowered. Everyone in the room is surrounding Cielo, all of them engaged and focused on entirely him. Everyone except you. It's... Intriguing... But he doesn't think much of it. His days continue on like usual. He protects his lord, he performs his duties, he remains calm and steady. However- he now begins to notice you when you're in the room. So distance, so quiet... You must be seriously shy! And since he's from a place known for innocence, friendship, and love, he figures he should approach you and become acquaintances. He's never thought of romance very much before, JUST friendship. As you look up at him and smile, he feels a strange twinge in his chest. It's... Unfamiliar, a teeny-tiny bit nerve wracking. But it doesn't get the best of him. He engages in conversation with you, maybe cracks a charismatic joke or two, then gets your name. His obsession with you would start out very, very slowly. Now when he's out doing his duties, he can't help but wonder if you're around. Are you doing well? Are you feeling lonely? They're only small thoughts, but they're practically the seeds for something much darker yet to grow. Every time he sees you, he's quick to walk up to you and start a chat. You're still a little bit shy- probably because he has such a prestigious reputation. That's what he figures, anyway. But he's determined to make you his friend...! Just his friend. Of course. Cielo slowly starts to fall deeper in love with the way you laugh, your demeanor, your smile, your everything. He doesn't recognize it as love, though.

Cielo doesn’t think that anything is out of the ordinary until, one day, he sees you talking to somebody else. For another person– you’re smiling, giggling, and talking to someone that isnt him-!? Love is something he’s a little unfamiliar with… And jealousy? Jealousy is practically an alien feeling from a distant universe. He has absolutely no idea what he’s feeling– there’s basically not a term for it in Cinnamoroll’s sweet, innocent kingdom. Cielo is not used to losing his composure. He finds himself almost stomping over to your side, asking you “who are you talking to..?” His heart aches, knowing that it’s not just him who gets to talk to you and make you smile.

When he’s on duty, he finds himself thinking about the entire situation over and over again. It practically haunts him. And when he, for the first time, messes up during a situation at work? He finally realizes that something is deeply wrong. But it’s not like he can talk to anyone about it. Nobody would ever understand what he’s feeling–! He shouldn’t be feeling these things at all. So unfamiliar with romance… He doesn’t even know what it means to kiss somebody. He wants to do SOMETHING with you, but he absolutely doesn’t know what exactly he wants. So, during his off hours, he instinctively winds up seeking you out. When he’s alone with you, that’s when his weird feelings and urges start to disappear, and he can go back to being his calm and charismatic self.

Cielo loves it when you stand close to him. It’s so sweet… Without realizing it, he stands super close to you, his hands mere centimeters away from your own. Ah, he also loves leaning his face down close to yours… The feeling of breathing in your air makes him feel… Funny.

He can’t help but wonder: is… Is that what a friendship typically is? Friends don’t normally do this… Do they? Or is this just a different kind of friendship?

Ah, and late at night, he can’t get you off his mind. When he thinks about you, he feels so hot and strange, but he can’t pinpoint what the hell he’s feeling. He’d be in definite denial at first, but after months go by, he’d finally realize that something is definitely wrong.

At some point, he absolutely can’t keep his calm anymore. It’s like a small part of him breaks. He needs… Something… He doesn’t know what. So under the cover of darkness, he would sneak out of his house, down the dainty streets, and right up into your bedroom. And he can’t help but admire just how cute you look…

You’re just as adorable as the day he first laid eyes on you. Cielo finds himself crawling on top of you as you sleep, his eyes admiring your form as he leans in closer and closer. The warmth of your body… He loves the feeling of it. His hands slowly rub up and down your skin, shivers running down his spine. He doesn’t know what he’s doing… He’s just doing whatever his heart tells him to.

Cielo leans in close to your face, and without thinking, he presses his lips to your own. They’re so, so soft. He keeps them there for a few seconds before pulling away.

Part of him feels guilty for what he’s doing, but another part of him tells him that he HAS to do this. He dives in for a second kiss. Then a third. Then a fourth. He does everything in his power to make sure you don’t wake up… He wonders if you would hate him for doing all of this.

What would he even call you? You’re so special to him, he likes you so very much. Would… Would he call you his best friend? Perhaps that’s what it is.

The two of you are Best Friends.

[aquamarixx]

shifting stars

Louter doesn’t welcome change with open arms. But with the world changing, he starts to see that some changes aren’t just inevitable; they’re worth embracing.

‎‧₊˚✧ TURNING POINT 2025 ENTRY ✧˚₊‧ pairing louterstella x reader word count 1.6k words tags post under the same sky (fanon episode 2), hurt/comfort, good ending navigation

Louterstella isn’t fond of change—especially the big, sweeping kind.

The stars, his trusted guides, map the future for him with reassuring clarity. He finds comfort in their constant presence, prophecies allowing him to prepare for what’s to come. The world might be unpredictable, but at least he can brace himself for the best or the worst.

But some changes, no matter how much one prepares, still hit like storm.

The recent SEED attack left scars. Not only on the castle grounds but on the hearts of those who call it home. The loss of Klark’s trusted aide weighs heavily on on Klark the most, and the finalization of the Blue Bouquet alliance deepens the sense that nothing will ever be the same. 

“Inevitable” is the word that often comes to mind, but for Louter, it feels more like “overwhelming.”

Klark throws himself into his work, distracting himself with diplomatic matters and endless mechanical tinkering. The grief he carries might not be visible to anyone but it is to Louter. So he lets him process things by taking work off of him, leaving Louter with unexpected time to recover from the magical strain of the constant barrier creation. For once, he is free to step away from the responsibilities that tether him to the castle and its tower.

Thus begins his afternoon walks into town. At first, it was curiosity that leads him to venturing outside, wondering how much the town has changed ever since the attack.

The first thing he notices is the sky. How open and boundless it seems without the machinery Klark dispatched cluttering the view. The second is the townsfolk, their faces lit with cautious smiles, relief softening the tension that once haunted their expressions.

And then there is the apothecary. It’s a small shop tucked into a quiet corner, a new addition to the town’s cobblestone streets. 

Louter stumbles upon it during an afternoon walk, its bright wooden sign catching his eye. The soft tinkle of a bell greets him as he pushes the door open, and a faint blend of citrus and lavender wafts out to meet him.

From behind the counter, you emerge, smiling warmly as you welcome him. The shop is cozy but surprisingly spacious, with two small round tables accompanied by mismatched chairs for patrons. Shelves line the walls, brimming with bottles of potions and jars of dried herbs. Potted plants dangle from hooks, their vines adding a vibrant touch to the calming atmosphere.

You are attentive and friendly, answering Louter’s questions as he scans the shelves. When you offer him a sample of your medicinal herb tea, he finds himself purchasing two boxes, murmuring something about sharing them with Klark during tea time.

It doesn’t take him long to realize you aren’t from the kingdom. After the borders reopened, you drifted here, drawn by the kingdom’s peace and charm. 

Over shared tea and the occasional cakes you insist he try, you speak of the kingdom you’ve left behind and the wonders you’ve seen on your travels across the continent. Your stories are full of quiet longing for peace and appreciation for the simple beauty of your new home.

Louter, in turn, finds himself opening up in ways he doesn’t expect—sharing details about the kingdom’s history, its quirks, and even his fears about the changes brought by the Blue Bouquet alliance.

Your shop becomes a sanctuary for him. A place where he can escape the tower’s weight and the relentless demands of diplomacy. He becomes a regular visitor, stopping by for his medicinal tea (which he tells himself is purely for recovery) and lingering to chat with you about bits and pieces of his life. 

That marks the start of your unlikely friendship.

One quiet afternoon, when the weight of everything feels unbearable, Louter’s mask of composure slips. His voice, usually calm and measured, cracks as he confesses, “I feel weak. Like I’m not strong enough to be the knight this kingdom needs.” His words hang heavy in the air.

You meet his vulnerability with an unexpected gentleness, your tone steady but firm. “Strength isn’t a single definition, Louter. It’s like beauty—subjective, personal. Strength looks and feels different depending on who wields it. Yours isn’t in brute force or flashy heroics. It’s in your unwavering dedication, your kindness, and your quiet resolve.”

Something shifts in his expression, a flicker of recognition, though doubt still lingers in his eyes.

“I swear, I’ll do things differently this time,” he says, his voice thick with regret. His gaze is distant, as if replaying memories he wishes he could erase. “I let my fear of change blind me. To the kingdom, to its people. To Klark. I… I cost him someone he cared about. Someone who wasn’t me.”

The admission feels like an open wound, and for a moment, silence envelops the room. But then, as if sensing his need for solace, you speak.

“Change can be terrifying,” you say softly, your eyes searching his. “But it’s also the beginning of something better. Fear of change shackles us, makes us shortsighted. Yet, in the grander scheme, change often leads to growth, to brighter horizons. The choices we make—good or bad—are part of a larger picture. And there’s always hope if you know where to look.”

Your words settle over him, realistic but oddly reassuring. For the first time in a long while, Louter feels the tight grip of despair loosening, even if just a little.

But with that reassurance comes an unwelcome revelation. It sneaks up on him, uninvited and unrelenting. He’s falling for you. 

And he doesn’t want to. 

The thought terrifies him more than any SEED attack ever could. He doesn’t want your friendship to change, doesn’t want the sanctuary of your apothecary to become complicated with emotions he doesn’t know how to handle. So, he pushes the feelings aside, burying them beneath his duty to Klark, his twin, and his role as the Knight of Lord Lala.

But fate, as always, has other plans.

One afternoon, the apothecary’s familiar calm is disrupted by the arrival of some of Blue Bouquet. Their presence feels like an intrusion, a reminder of the change Louter is still grappling with. And yet, there you are, ever the gracious shopkeeper, welcoming them with the same warmth you’ve shown him.

He hates it.

His sanctuary, his oasis, feels like it’s slipping through his fingers. For a brief, irrational moment, he wants to gatekeep it, to gatekeep you. But the feelings he refuses to name cloud his judgment, and the tension builds until it erupts.

Somehow, he doesn’t enjoy how you pamper Willmesh and Kurode. Especially not how Cielomort makes you laugh. It’s like the “things” you share with him feel invaded.

So, he pushes you away. Pushes his feelings even deeper.

In his desperation to keep things as they were, Louter avoids you—not with malice, but with the fear of losing the one place and person who's given him solace.

"Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want from you," you say to him during his first visit after weeks of avoiding you. The words catch him off guard, piercing through his defenses like an unrelenting arrow.

He’s been miserable. More irritable than Klark could ever be.

He had only meant to catch a glimpse of you through the shop window, but before he knows it, he’s inside, standing before you with a pained expression.

“You’re in my head. You’re everywhere, even when you’re not supposed to be,” Louter confesses, his voice cracking. “It shouldn’t be this hard to let my feelings go. But they’re here. And I’m sorry.”

You take a step closer, your eyes searching his.

“I could never be mad at you, Louterstella,” you say softly, your voice a balm to his frayed nerves. You reach out, tucking a stray strand of hair away from his face, your hand lingering for just a moment against his cheek.

Before your hand falls to your side, he catches it. Gently, he guides your hand back to his face, pressing it against his cheek as he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed.

For a moment, the world feels still—just the two of you in the quiet of the apothecary. He opens his eyes, gazing at you with a vulnerability he’s never shown before. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I think I might just like you… too much,” Louter whispers, his voice barely audible but heavy with meaning.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and your smile, warm and tender, feels like the dawn breaking after a long, cold night.

Louter thinks of change—how terrifying it’s always been for him. But as he looks at you, he realizes not all change is to be feared. Some change, like the feelings blooming in his chest, is worth embracing.

And in this quiet moment, he makes a silent vow: to treasure your smile, your laughter, your presence in his life.

No matter what the stars might say, this is one change he’s ready to accept and willing to fight for.

amari's notes: in my head, this fic happens after the "under the same sky" fic i wrote for klarkstella. the contrast between the two fics in terms of vibe is really evident but i kinda thought that it just fits the twins. there's this chaos that klark carries and there's this serenity to louter, both i tried to highlight. in short, i love them both! anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask or even a request! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[rimichas]

hi hi could i request headcanons of merold with a socially awkward reader ^_^??

Merold x socially awkward reader !

contains: gn!reader, socially awkward reader, fluff, relationship headcanons, established relationship + small oneshot !

A/N: I was waiting for someone to request this little guy ( ＾ω＾ ) hope it isn't too ooc!

He did everything to get you to talk to him, to notice him more, but your interactions were always awkward. Was his facade not enough? He didn't understand. What did he have to do?

At least it seemed that everyone else around you got the same, awkward treatment — you didn't talk to them for a super long time, and your interactions were always somewhat short and you stuttered out your responses when talking to them.

Oh, that's when it hit him.

He was quick to notice other's people's behaviors. You weren't treating him badly!

"They just don't know how to talk to me properly, is that it? Despite the fact we are dating, I'm finding this out only now."

If he had to be honest, he felt a little bit stupid now. At least it's better to find out that your partner is socially awkward later than never.

"Heeey..." Merold spoke in a sing-song tone of voice as he wrapped his arms around your torso from behind. If you were already pretty nervous and awkward by itself, his touch only made it worse. You stuttered out a response to let him know that you were aware of the fact he was hugging you.

"Hm. Let's talk more, shower me in your attention! How about that?" Although you couldn't clearly see it, he probably held a slight smirk on the corner of his lips. You wanted to say something — you'd love to shower him with attention, affection, yeah! But you weren't sure how to do it...

It nearly felt like he read your mind as he spoke again. "You know... you don't have to talk if you don't want to," His voice was soft. "You can just hug me and stuff. I don't mind." He said, squeezing you a little bit more tightly now.

Maybe spending the day just holding your lover wouldn't feel so bad...

[changinct]

FragMem Valentine Prompts

Just a simple HCs, but I'd like to pour my ideas into a post here! Although I couldn't write everyone, only my faves hehe. Pardon me if it's a bit OOC and cringey!

PoV: You are the one who gives them chocolate

Merold: Actually alrd received sooooo many chocolates because he is so popular. However, yours. Yours are the only one he is waiting for. One that could make him excited. "Y/n, where is my chocolate~? Eeh? Aren't you going to give me one? I was waiting for it, you know.." ‎‎‎

Romarriche: Actually also making a chocolate for you. But he is really happy to be the receiver this time, and appreciates your hard work a lot. Whether the taste is delish or questioning, he will savour every bit of it. Because it's you. Because you are the one who made it specially for him. "I couldn't find any better word to express my gratitude for you, however I want you to know that at this moment, I feel like being the happiest person in the world." ‎‎‎

Cielomort: He is so busy and airheaded, he doesn't know today is valentine day. When he receives a nicely packaged chocolate, he goes flustered for a moment before smiling softly to you, holding your hand. "I'm really happy, you took your time to make it for me.. Thank you so much. We should eat it together at break time later." ‎‎‎

Kurode: Doesn't interact with a lot of peeps, so different from his brother, Kurode was really confused when he received a lot of chocolates (he is also popular) and doesn't know how to take care of them, so he ended up giving some of it to you secretly. Knowing that, you almost not giving him the chocolate you have made, but when he knows that you are going to give him one he immediately ask you. "Wait! If it's from you.. then, let me take it..." ‎‎‎

Chaco: Probably alrd getting used to receiving chocolate, he isn't that much different from Merold when responding to those givers. Always thanking them in grateful way. But today, he gazes at you a lot. You could feel it, but he pretending not to. There's no sign of chocolate coming from you... And when he is already lowering his expectation, your sudden gift surprised him, making him kinda lose his cool. "H-Huh!? For me..? Oh well.. Thank you." As he hides his face with his hoodie. ‎‎‎

Arupek: He doesn't know today is valentine. Or maybe he knows, but doesn't care much about that. He doesn't think he is that cool nor popular to receive one, so when you actually give him a chocolate he goes VERY happy with it. "Y/n, thank you so much!! I will treasure it."

[fragaria-imagines]

For the pregnancy headcanons you could make headcanons for Merold, hallrit and tuxam when their s/o (who is in bed rest because she feel sick) call for them and reader just hugg and snuggle on him...but she take their hand and put in her belly to feel the baby kick for first time

Merold

Merold is usually known for his cheekiness and laid back attitude, he tries not to take anything too seriously, and often likes to poke at and tease people.

But when he gets the call that you were sick and bedridden, he immediately drops everything that he was doing, and tends to your needs.

It was the first time that you ever saw Merold look so serious, it was also the first time that he was doting over you so relentlessly, it was quite interesting to say the least.

Though he doesn’t always show it, he truly does care for you and the baby, and would go above and beyond to make sure that you and the baby are safe and healthy.

And while you appreciate his relentless doting, you weren’t really in the mood to rest, and would rather take this opportunity to snuggle and cuddle with him.

It took a bit convincing on your end to get Merold to relax and let loose, but once you did, he was out like a light once his head hit the pillow.

His nap was short lived, however, because as soon as he closed his eyes, you shook him until he was wide awake.

He looked at you, still half-asleep and groggily, wondering why exactly were you waking him up for?

You didn’t answer his question, instead you placed his hand on top of your stomach. He raised his eyebrows at you, wondering where you were going with this.

But before he could say anything, he felt a hard kick against his hand, you let out a gasp at the feeling of the kick.

You both stared at each other, too stunned to even speak, not expecting the baby to finally kick. Once you both regained your voices, both of you blurted out at the same time:

“Did you hear it?!”

“Heard it? I felt it!”

After the initial shock wore off, you two bursted into laughter, overwhelmed with joy that your baby was finally kicking and moving.

“They’re such a strong kicker!”

“Well of course they are! They have me as their dad after all, seems like the “strongest knight” genes are already kicking in!”

You rolled your eyes as Merold unashamedly boasted about himself, but you couldn’t help a smile from forming, as you thought of your future life with Merold and your baby.

It was scary not knowing what the future holds, but you two had each other, and that in itself makes all the scary stuff worth it.

Hallritt

New to knighthood and being new parenthood? Someone cut this poor man some slack, because it’s one thing after another.

First the seeds attack the kingdom, then he was told he wasn’t a good enough knight, and now he founds out that you’re sick? Safe to say, it’s not a good day for Hallritt.

But even with so much trial and errors that were happening, Hallritt has never been the type to give up! He would go above and beyond to ensure your and the baby’s safety, healthiness, and happiness, as well as the kingdom’s.

And even though, it may look like he did a pretty awful job at ensuring both goals, that won’t deter him from being a helping hand.

While he doesn’t like that you got sick, Hallritt is someone who likes to live in the present and think about the now. What happened in the past can’t be changed, so there’s no use in feeling upset about it.

So that’s why he does his best to make up for his incompetence and lack of attentiveness, by being there for you and taking care of you while you are sick.

Cooking, cleaning, whatever it is that you want, he would do it for you in a heartbeat. And while his eagerness to please you is very admirable and you greatly appreciate it, you draw the line when it comes to Hallritt cooking.

Not wanting to be subjected to Hallritt’s cooking for fear of food poisoning, or god forbid, he burns the house down, you politely but urgently suggested that he should take a break from his caregiver duties, and instead cuddle with you in the bed.

Hallritt shot you a toothy grin, completely oblivious that you’re more scared of his cooking than the actual sickness that you were facing, and made his way to the bed, but not before pulling a Hello Kitty mask from his pockets, and putting it on.

You raised your eyebrows at the notion, since when did he have that?

Noticing your stare, Hallritt answered in defense:

“Well I’m not trying to get sick too, you know!”

“You know I’m not contiguous, right?”

“Yeah….for now”

Grunting in disbelief, you playfully hit him with one of your pillows in faux annoyance, he of course, dodged it, before settling next to you on the bed.

The playful loud banter started to settle, until there was only comfortable silence between the two of you. You didn’t mind, even though you two were both extroverts, the times where you both just sat down and sit in silence, were one of your favorite moments. It was never awkward or stifling, but rather the opposite, peaceful and comfortable.

The silence was quickly shattered, as you groaned in pain at the sudden feeling of a sharp movement. Hallritt, immediately sat up straight at the sound of your groans, his initial happy go lucky attitude from before was replaced with a look of seriousness that you have never seen before.

“Y/N are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?”

You could feel the sense of urgency in his voice, every word that he left his mouth was filled with so much concern and so much worry.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that…the baby kicked…”

It was like the words that you just said were not registering at all with Hallritt, for he looked utterly dumbfounded, the serious expression that he had left as fast as it came.

“Baby…?”

And then it dawned on him.

Baby.

Your baby. His baby.

Kicked.

“Wait the baby kicked!!”

You rolled your eyes at him, wondering how did he ever pass his knight exam, but nevertheless, you took his hands and placed it on top of your belly, so he can feel it himself.

The baby kicked again, and this time he felt it, and he couldn’t have been any more happier.

Tuxam

Being the gentleman he is, Tuxam immediately went into auto-pilot mode and took drastic measures to ensure that you and the baby were healthy and safe!

From checking in with you every 10-15 minutes, bubble wrapping the house to make sure you didn’t fall, making you soup, and covering you with fifteen layers of warm blankets, it was a lot to say the least.

Tuxam’s nagging and Mama Bear tendencies aside, he truly does care about you and the baby, and would be devastated if something were to ever happen to you two.

There’s a part of him that feels partially responsible and guilty for not being attentive enough, that you ended up getting sick because of his carelessness.

And while logically, Tuxam knows that’s not the case, and that you can do everything right in the book and still get sick, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for it anyways.

After all, what kind of gentleman was he, if he’s not there to protect the person that matters the most to him?

Before he could indulge in any more self-deprecating thoughts, he felt your hand on his shoulder.

And though, Tuxam puts on a brave face and acts like everything is fine and dandy, you know him better than the facade he puts on. You know how much he beats himself over the most littlest things, and it breaks your heart every time.

“Tuxam, why don’t you come back to bed with me?”

Knowing Tuxam would never say no to you, he reluctantly obliged to your request, but he still felt that there was still so much work to be done. However, all of his worries and concerns seemed to disappear the minute his body hit the mattress, snuggling your sides, and burying his face at the crook of your neck, like he was a small child.

You giggled at the sight of him, it wasn’t everyday that he let loose and act so childlike, it was refreshing to see. You grabbed the palm of his hand, gently placing it in on top of your swollen belly, wanting to bathe in this gentle moment with your soon to be child.

Tuxam smiled at you, before he leaned over and gave a big kiss on your stomach. He felt a large kick against his lips, as he did so. Pulling back from your stomach, he stared at you in utter shock and confusion, and your expression was the same.

The wheels in his head slowly start to turn, as he realized what had just happened… the baby kicked him! The baby kicked! The baby moved!!

“Oh my god, the baby kicked!”

You snickered at his late reaction, before adding on:

“Well it does appear that way!”

But Tuxam was not listening to you, going on a long tangent about how he couldn’t believe it, and how excited he was, and how your baby would be the most healthiest and best baby ever to grace the Noir Continent.

Once he finally came down from his high, he looked back at you with a toothy grin, the excitement and pride were so apparent in his face, that it made it your heart ache in happiness.

“We’re really going to be parents Y/N…! I’m so happy…!”

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Can I have an f/o playlist for Hangyon from Fragaria Memories? Thank you and love this blog

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ hi there! sure, here you go! and thank you for the kind words! - mod cupid

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

Love Shot - EXO

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Killer Queen - Queen

Toxic - Britney Spears

Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz

Gimme More - Britney Spears

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Without Me - Eminem

Cannibal - Kesha

thank you for dialing in!

[teabunniics]

♡ ── SKATEBOARD MOVES !

If one would be honest, it was quite an eye catch when he does his moves with the skateboard... As he is a knight, he doesn't really have much free time in his life time... So, when he have enough time to spent together with you ─ He will mostly going outside with his skateboard and take you into his small and yet, short adventures... It's nice to see him what he is doing with his skateboard and spending time with him, am I right?

[amiluc6]

doing it... coming out as a selfshipper because i need more yumeship friends!!

okay!! hi yumeblr! im amia auggie or ciel! Pronouns are they/he/xe/it and I'm a minor!! (13-15) so i prefer making friends in that age range! id list my fandoms but yall can just see that from all my yumeships in the list below!

(there are more than on the list but ill just list my mains!! just the /r once and the kins

KEY:

❤️ not comfy with sharing

✨️ ask to share

🎶 sharing ok!

F/O LIST!!

ROMANTIC:

✨️ Aoi Kureha (Paradox Live)

❤️ Kai (Ninjago)

❤️ Six-Eared Macaque (Lego Monkie Kid)

❤️ Reko Yabusame (Your Turn To Die)

✨️An Shiraishi (Project Sekai)

✨️ Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)

❤️ Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb)

❤️ 707 / Saeyoung Choi (Mystic Messenger)

✨️ Tatsumi Kazehaya (Ensemble Stars)

❤️ Rui Mizuki (Tokyo Debunker)

❤️ Winnie Bosko (Cold Front)

❤️ Mitsuki Koga (TGSWIIWAGAA)

✨️ Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!)

✨️ Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets)

✨️ Tara Carpenter (Scream)

✨️ Arashi Narukami (Ensemble Stars)

✨️ Leonardo Hamato (ROTMNT)

✨️ Haruka Kiritani (Project Sekai)

❤️ Shiho Hinomori (Project Sekai)

KINS:

❤️ Kanade Yoisaki (Project Sekai)

🎶 Nene Kusanagi (Project Sekai)

❤️ Sora (Ninjago)

❤️ Shauna Shipman (Yellowjackets)

🎶 Sara Chidouin (YTTD)

✨️ Akarsha (Butterfly Soup)

✨️ Sunset Shimmer (Equestria Girls)

❤️ Augustine Orlov (Cold Front)

✨️ Rody Lamoree (Dead Plate)

🎶 Protagonist (Elevator Hitch)

❤️ Kei Miyama (Paradox Live)

❤️ Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai)

✨️ Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!)

[fragaria-memories-imagines]

F for Tuxam, Louter, and Hallritt please🙏

SFW Alphabet Prompt List

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hallritt

Hallritt is quite simple when it comes to the matters of the heart. He faces everything with sincerity and he believes that shouldn't be any different when it comes to you. He also knows what he wants and he is willing to act upon it, so he wouldn't hesitate to be with you as long as you're also sure that you're in for the long run. There are times when he seems impulsive because of how straightforward he is, but it's nothing to worry about since he adapts quickly depending on where your preferences lie. As for marriage he doesn't mind waiting for a long time, although he wouldn't hesitate if you asked for it. Right from the start he has been ready, he is just going with the flow.

Louterstella

Commitment comes incredibly easy for Louterstella. It's hardwired in him because of growing up with his brother by his side, not to mention their Lords who are joined at the hip. He's content with what he has right now which also means he is deeply unused to change and he has trouble accepting others into his personal bubble. It's not easy to get him to regard you with just as much importance, but the moment it happens, everything else that comes after that is smooth sailing, and the possibility of marriage only comes when he is completely sure that his loved ones are accepting of you.

Tuxam

You have your work cut out for you if you want Tuxam to even consider looking your way for reasons other than to warn you for something you did. He isn't exactly easy to get along with and he knows that. Being uptight about the rules comes with the price of limited personal relations. Give him enough time and show just as much perseverance, and only then will he decide that you're worth the commitment. He has somewhat of a traditional mindset due to carrying himself according to the rules so marriage is still off the table, but that same mindset is also the reason why he has already considered the idea of being married to you before you even get together.

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

You're once again working on paperwork in the castle's library. The librarians lefts hours ago, smiling kindly and biding you a goodnight on their way out, and since then no one has come in. Save for new patrolmen who weren't used to your nightly habits, usually no one does--especially not hours after midnight.

Finishing a form, you put your quill down and flex your fingers and roll your wrist. You let out a sigh, wishing you were nestled in your cozy bed right now, and eye the forms that still needed to be done. Just about twenty five pages left.

Well, it's significantly less than what you started with. You're pretty much almost done, if you thought about it.

. . . Yeah, you're almost done. You can do this!

You give yourself a small smile, your mood and energy lifting a little at the positive thought, and stretch some more before picking your quill back up.

The library doors groan open and click shut. You assume it's a new patrolman and barely pause. The carpet muffles his footsteps, but you can visualize him marching closer to the table you're sitting at, his face stoic but curious. You find it strange, though, that you don't hear the occasional metallic clicks of armor pieces hitting each other.

"Excuse me." Your breathing stops and your hand freezes mid-sentence. That soft voice… it couldn't be who you think it is.

Swallowing, you turn to see who had entered the library. Standing right beside you, smiling warmly and with a tinge of worry, was Romarriche. The table lamp's light gives him a warm golden glow and you hope he doesn't hear how fast your heart is beating. You always feel butterflies whenever you are around him--you can't help it! He's just so beautiful and kind!

"I'm sorry for interrupting your work, but I heard you have the habit of working quite late in the library. Is this true?"

"Y-yeah--" You clear your throat--"Yeah, but I always make sure I get enough sleep."

"I'm glad to hear that. I must admit, however, I'm still worried about how late you work. You must be tired by now."

"Just a little," you admit, "but I don't mind it. I actually work pretty well when it's nighttime."

"I see. Well, I certainly don't want to push you to change your habit if there's no harm, but please listen to your body when it asks for rest, all right?"

"I will."

After he left, you spent the next 10 minutes internally screeching.

Weeks have passed since that encounter in the library. Even now, your heart would beat a little quicker and your face would grow just a bit warmer. You honestly couldn't believe that happened!

The memory was definitely helping your morale in recent times. One of the staff members had retired and you volunteered to take on the extra paperwork until a new person could take the position. It added onto your own stack of papers--which seemed to be growing a little each week--but you were sure of your skills and speed, and you wanted to help.

You were proud to say that all the paperwork got submitted on time, but in exchange, you were leaving the library later and later and had taken to walking through the library's numerous aisles to keep yourself awake. You also couldn't deny the growing bags under your eyes. But you recall the visit, remind yourself that this situation was temporary, and tell yourself that you can do this.

Creaaaaaaaaaaaaaak. Click.

You immediately straighten from your slouching position, hearing the library doors open and shut. You turn around to see who had come in.

Romarriche greets you with a gentle good evening and your heart flutters at his smile. "Is this a good time to interrupt?"

"No, not at all." You smile back reassuringly. (Later, you realize you should have said 'yes'; the answer you gave meant it wasn't a good time to interrupt. Nonetheless, he knew what you meant to say.)

"Wonderful. I heard you took on extra work to compensate an empty position and I have been meaning to check in on you. You look more tired than the first time I checked in. Has this been too taxing?"

"N-no, not really. It's nothing I can't handle!" You mean it, even as you think about the mornings where you wished you could stay in a little longer. "It's also just for now. It'll be back to normal once someone new comes in."

"All right, but just remember to rest when you need to. Your coworkers would be more than willing to help you with the workload, and it certainly wouldn't do if you fell ill from overworking."

"I know. I won't let that happen."

Romarriche gives you a smile before moving to an empty space next to you at the table and putting down a large basket. You didn't realize he had been carrying it until just then. "Since the winter months are approaching, I thought it would get colder in the library and made you this."

He pulls out a quilt; it takes all of you to not short-circuit.

"I wasn't sure what color and patterns you like and had chosen ones I thought suited you, but I hope you like it regardless."

You accept the quilt and admire the craftsmanship and color scheme. The fabric felt nice to touch and you noticed that the patches were puffed up a little with cotton stuffing. You run your finger along a stitching, then looked up and smiled widely. "It's beautiful, Romarriche! Thank you for this."

"You're very welcome." He hesitates for a moment before asking, "I'm sorry if this is intrusive, but may I touch your hand again?"

"Ah--sure." So you didn't imagine a spark.

Your heart jumps when he holds your hand in both of his. They're pleasantly warm, and it's then that you realize just how cold you actually are. "Goodness!" he says, eyes wide. "I should have checked on you sooner. Here, let me stoke the fire."

"Oh, no, it's fine! I'm almost done, actually." You indicate the small pile, but he doesn't appear convinced. Hmmm, maybe twenty nine pages isn't really considered small. It was when you first started, though.

"Regardless of how much you have left, you'll still be cold and that may slow you down as well as heighten the risk of you catching a cold." He goes over to the fireplace and begins to reawaken the embers.

You look down at the quilt. "I know. I'm sorry about all this. I just didn't expect to be here this long."

"There's no need to apologize." Finally, there was a steady flame. Coming back to you, he kneels and holds both your hands. "I know you know what you are doing, and it's inspiring to see how dedicated you are to your job. Just don't forget that there are those willing to lend you a hand and that you are free to do whatever you need to make yourself comfortable. We care about you, d--."

Was there something else he wanted to say? Maybe it was your imagination.

Smiling at him, you tell him, "I won't forget. Thank you, Romarriche."

[A/N: . . . This feels indulgent. Maybe it is XD but I need to clear up my drafts so here ya'll go. Maybe I'll do a revision or a longer version, who knows. I'm going to sleep.]

[manytoonepoet13]

It's pathetic, really.

How I constantly look into the scrap paperworks of the story of your life to see if something good of me is in it.

Or at least something of me is in it.

Because to be quite honest, good or bad, I want you to think of me.

I want to be in your mind.

I want to be in your memories and see then realize the amount of joy we shared together.

I want you to realize how even as we begin fall apart, I took my body limb by limb and hook it along the cracks.

I want you to realize how while I keep on pulling you closer into my embrace, you pushed me away until the rope snapped into five irreparable pieces.

With one of them breaking into five more.

And each fragment breaking into yet another five, then another and another and another until I became nothing but dust within this whole that is the Sahara desert.

You wouldn't pick up a grain by then, yes?

You wouldn't even notice I was there even as I fall beneath your feet.

And listen to the sweet torture that is your laughter shared no longer between us, but with you and another.

But even then, I could never wish the worse for you, for I could never bear to see you hurt.

Even if you were the one who impaled me with the sharpest dagger known to man...

I would still know you as the group of people I came to love the most.

So, please... Be happy.

Not for me, but for yourself.

But I suppose it can be partly for me.

For seeing you smile, makes me wish I could as well.

For I love you, even if it means for my heart to break.

I love you.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Hopefully this doesn't come out as weird but what fandoms do you write for?

The list is long but these are all the fandoms I will write for.

Four knights of the apocalypse

Seven deadly sins

Bungou stray dogs

One punch man

Demon slayer

My hero academia

Fire force

Genshin impact

Honkai star rail

Jujutsu Kaisen

Chainsaw man

Black clover

One piece

Dragon Ball

Gachiakuta

Mission: Yozakura family

Twisted Wonderland

Fragaria memories

Oshi no ko

Spy x family

Mashle: magic and muscles

Bleach

Sakamoto days

Undead unluck

Kagurabachi

The elusive samurai

Kaiju no.8

[aquamarixx]

‎‧₊˚✧ TURNING POINT 2025 ✧˚₊‧

Welcome to Amari's New Year Anthology!

New beginnings, second chances, and the hopes of starting over.

January is the time for fresh starts and Turning Point is an anthology of fanfic stories exploring moments in life that change everything.

This anthology has no fixed number of stories—I’ll keep adding to it until the month ends.

Got a scenario in mind? Send me your requests! ✩ Pick a character from any fandom! (as long as I know the fandom, i'll write about them!) ✩ Give me a prompt, scenario, color or even a song that fits the theme of new beginnings.

requests are open!

Let’s create stories where everything can spark a turning point.

⟡ breaking point ft. hiori yo

⟡ under the same sky ft. klarkstella .ᐟ

⟡ shifting stars ft. louterstella .ᐟ

⟡ how love looks like ft. louterstella .ᐟ

⟡ ft. romaricche .ᐟ

⟡ sweeter the second time around ft. kita shinsuke

⟡ new prelude ft. arisugawa futaba

⟡ tokyo revengers

⟡ more to be added!

amari's notes: this is a new writing project i've been thinking of since december. i've written a lot in a span of 2 months since i started last year and i'm actually glad i started writing again. and i enjoyed angstmas so much so i'd love to continue doing more like it! anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask or even a request! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

taglist: @inu1gf

[rimichas]

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you at this moment. Although I saw your fragaria memories x reader post and I absolutely love them.

So I was hoping if I could make a request for a Chaco x Reader, the reader is shy and mostly quiet and has trouble expressing themselves without feeling embarrassed. Perhaps they are in the park or somewhere crowded to which the reader feels overwhelmed and wants to hold Chaco hands. Although hesitant unsure if he's comfortable with them holding his hand especially in public.

Sorry if this is confusing, it's my first time requesting.

Holding hands with Chaco

contains: hand holding, gn!reader, fluff, shy and awkward reader, comfort, use of petnames (sweetheart)

You never liked crowded places.

And more or so, you were never one to be in such places. Feeling like others are watching you, judging you– it felt unbearable.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend had asked you to go to a crowded place today.

You slightly trembled as you watched the rest of the people at the park having fun, going to buy food at food stalls and such. Your body was shaking – you needed comfort, although you weren't sure if your boyfriend would be comfortable providing so.

As you followed Chaco to a nearby food stall, you felt someone bump harshly against your shoulder. The other person just kept walking, and this only served to fuel the anxiety growing inside of you.

Mumbling nervous apologies — which the other person definitely wouldn't hear from how much noise there was – Chaco seemed to notice this.

"Oh, sweetheart, what happened?" Despite the fact it was crowded, he tried his best to approach you and stay still in the same place without interrupting the others who were walking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered out gently. "Would it be okay with you ‐ if we... uhm, held hands?" How embarrassing. You could feel your face heating up as the words left your lips.

Chaco had a warm, gentle smile plastered on his lips. You could also notice the slight pink color that was dusting his cheeks. He took a step closer to you and carefully offered his hand before you intertwined fingers with him, looking and craving for his warmth.

They fit so nicely, nearly made for each other, you think. His hands were soft, holding yours so gently and lovingly.

Chaco used to be a little bit wary of holding hands with others, in a way. He wanted to hold his loved one's hands, but at the same time, he was scared he might squeeze too hard or be too rough and excited and accidentally hurt the other person. People were so fragile, after all.

He was so gentle with you. Whatever you did, your boyfriend was always there to take care of you and support you no matter what.

You were adored by him.