#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]

I really do love these kinds of characters: characters who are confident yet insecure, harsh yet kind, genius yet could also be clueless at times, so sure of oneself and one's abilities, yet could also not know how they could contribute to something bigger in this group project called life.

Perhaps it's the mystery that surrounds them. No, not the "tall, dark, and handsome" kind of mystery, but the kind of mystery that billows like smoke whenever you open the packaging to a puzzle, or the heavy fog that guards the gates to a new world, or even a new universe that you're about to step into. The contradiction, the beautifully enigmatic beings that are these characters, the warring sides that long and strive for domination of their bodies presents something thought-provoking that it could invite the most prestigious of scholars to study them.

You see, these characters are not just characters; they're journeys that one must experience to understand, but even then, you can't confidently say that you know them 100% because it seems as though each day adds yet another layer of complexity to their character, a new level that one must go through to proceed through the next. And the best part of all this, you are rewarded with something so profound that it coaxes you to look at your own self.

Because, you see, these characters can be so complex that only a few people would willingly try and understand them; these characters can be so complex that only fewer people would willingly try to accept them. These characters can be so complex that they feel more human than the majority of the people in this world of ours.

They don't conform to trends, they don't conform to standards, even if they long to be accepted into something there is always a part of them that recolis whenever they are being placed into a bucket in an effort to "fit in" because some unconscious, maybe subconscious, part of them understand that an adjective or two is simply unable to even begin to describe who they are, what they represent, and what they contribute to this plane of existence.

They have brains, they have hearts, they have souls, they have humanity, even.

That is why I refuse to believe that these characters have no other purpose than fleeting entertainment.

While, yes, there are no such thing as mages or fire-breathing dragons or fairies or mermaids or whatever fantastical creature you can think of. But there are people who are vain, who are selfish, who are ruthless, who are liars, who are murderous, who are evil. And there are people who are humble, who are selfless, who are kind, who are truthful, who are good. However, human as we are, it's impossible for us to be purely good; there are times when we make mistakes, whether intentionally or not for example. And these characters represent that. They embody the nuances of what it's like to be human, to war between desire and longing and desire and longing. They are the soldiers sent to war to kill to protect and bring peace and not even know if they've managed to include the ones so dear to them in that bubble of protection and peace. They are the fathers who fully understand their sons are in the wrong, but even amid a stern lecture, they can't help but worry about whether or not they're harmed. They are the child who had to lie and adjust for a friend, only to ask them if they can drop the act in private later because they know it's wrong.

They are the lessons we understand that we should learn and implement, but we just can't seem to find it in ourselves to empty our cup to leave room for those said lessons because we are too afraid of the unpredictable and different.

That is what makes these characters important. That's what makes these characters human.

That's what makes these characters so difficult to understand. And that's why I love them.

[rimichas]

OMG A FRAGMEM WRITER!???? can i request tuxam x clingy yet a troublemaker reader? thankyou!!

TUXAM & CLINGY / TROUBLEMAKER READER !

a/n: i haven't checked tumblr in a while....haha.... apologies ;;;

contains: tuxam x reader , gn!reader, established relationship , headcanons , rushed SORRYY.... clingy!reader , troublemaker!reader , fluff , cuddling , flustered tuxam , short whdhdhd

Tuxam may dislike your antics, but it's not like he dislikes you yourself.

Disliking your own antics wasn't something personal, more or so. It was just that he disliked troublemakers AND troublemaking as a whole.

.... Maybe you were a exception, though.

Yes, he is a gentleman — or at least a self-proclaimed one, and a gentleman must make sure that his partner isn't causing any trouble or getting hurt; he failed at the first, but was better at the latter.

One of his favorite things to do with you is to let you sleep and rest on his arms, that way he could also make sure you were not causing any trouble...

It also felt nice to have you sleeping on his arms, he must admit.

Even if he wouldn't admit it outright, his face heated up slightly every time you rested your face against his chest.

He wasn't used to physical touch like that... and you gave him lots of it, and it wasn't that he disliked that.

Maybe he just disliked that you caused trouble often...

Even if you caused him trouble, then, he'd fix it. He was fine with anything, as long as he had you by his side.

[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]

read some of your latest event fics and loved them! can I request romarriche with the concept of blooming roses (to hopefully match new beginnings theme) fluff! sorry if my english is weird!

among rose blossoms

the blooming roses under the golden hour will be the witness of you and Romarriche’s unspoken feelings that definitely won’t go unnoticed. 

‎‧₊˚✧ TURNING POINT 2025 ENTRY ✧˚₊‧ pairing romarriche x reader word count 2.3k words tags sort of longtime friends, mutual pining, fluff, gn! reader (but i do love thinking how it's a female guard who's rough around the edges matching romarriche's gentleness), anyway we love romarriche in this household navigation

The scent of blooming roses hung heavy in the air as you walked through the castle’s corridors. You had always thought it strange how their fragrance lingered even in the heart of winter.

Perhaps it was because Romarriche, the Knight of Fragaria, made sure his beloved Marroncream’s gardens flourished year-round. The thought of him—graceful yet strong, endlessly kind yet burdened by his duties—was enough to draw a small, involuntary smile to your lips.

Your steps echoed as you approached his quarters. A quiet knock, followed by his soft voice bidding you enter, brought you into a space that was entirely, unmistakably him.

The room was filled with delicate touches: embroidered pillows, neatly arranged tools for sewing, and a vase of freshly cut roses on his desk. He looked up from the cloak he was mending, his brown eyes lighting up as they met yours.

“Ah, my dearest guard,” Romarriche said with a kind smile, his voice as soft as silk. “Come to whisk me away from my duties?”

“If only I could,” you replied gruffly, though the warmth in his gaze made your heart stutter. “You shouldn’t be doing that, though. Isn’t there someone else who could mend that?”

He chuckled, setting the cloak aside. “If I let others do all the work, what kind of knight would I be?” Rising gracefully, he crossed the room toward you. “Besides, I quite enjoy it. Just as I enjoy… this.”

You blinked, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he adjusted the scarf he’d made for you weeks ago. The soft fabric was impossibly warm, and you knew it had taken hours of meticulous work. His fingers lingered, brushing against your skin for a moment too long before he stepped back with a satisfied smile.

Today was your day off and Romarriche has asked you to accompany him for the day. You found yourself standing near the castle gates, unarmed and dressed in civilian clothes. The scarf Romarriche had given you was wrapped snugly around your neck, its warmth a welcome comfort against the cool breeze. When he appeared, wearing a simple yet elegant coat, his smile was brighter than the morning sun.

“You’re wearing it,” he said, his tone pleased as he reached out to adjust the scarf again. His fingers lingered briefly, and you caught the faint scent of roses clinging to him. “It suits you.”

The walk through downtown was lively, filled with the chatter of townsfolk and the bustling energy of the market. Romarriche’s presence was magnetic. People stopped to greet him, their eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.

You watched as he spoke with each person—listening intently, offering kind words, and ensuring that no concern went unnoticed. It was in these moments that you were reminded of his strength, not just as a knight but as a leader.

After hours of walking and chatting, you began the journey back to the castle. The setting sun bathed the town in a warm, golden glow, but Romarriche’s steps faltered near the gardens.

“You must see the roses,” he said, as he pulls you by the hand. “They’re in full bloom, and I don’t want you to miss them.”

He led you to a secluded section of the garden where red roses stretched as far as the eye could see, their petals illuminated by the golden hour light. You couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of it, though your attention quickly shifted to him. He seemed lighter here, his usual composed demeanor softening as he spoke of his duties and his hopes for lasting peace.

Ever since he was appointed as Marroncream’s Knight, you’ve been a guard at the castle. You’ve seen him grow into the role and despite his soft motherly energy, there’s this strength behind him. While others admired Romarriche as the soft-spoken Knight of Fragaria, you had the privilege of seeing his strength underneath in everything he does. 

That’ why you’ve admired him. For so long. And you’ve vowed yourself not only to serve Marroncream but also to be a shoulder Romarriche can lean on. Because who else would the knight have, if not his most loyal guard?

“You’re doing a remarkable job,” you blurted out of nowhere, your voice firm but sincere. “You’re strong and resilient, Romarriche, but even a knight needs someone to lean on. Whatever happens, I’ll be by your side. To fight for you. To protect you.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Then his expression softened, a rare vulnerability breaking through his calm facade.

“How lucky I am to have you,” he murmured. “One day, when peace finally comes, I hope you’ll accompany me to see the Red Continent. Together.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. You don’t know what lies behind his offer but for you, there’s a silent acknowledgement of the feelings you guys have for each other. “I’d like that.”

As the sun began to set, you noticed the faint lines of exhaustion on his face. Before he could dismiss you, you gently brought his head to rest on your shoulder.

“Just for a moment,” you said quietly. “Close your eyes. Take a breather.”

To your surprise, he did as you asked. His weight against you was comforting, and as his breathing evened out, you felt a pang of protectiveness unlike any you’d ever known. When Merold appeared, his gaze fell on the two of you, but he said nothing. Instead, he smiled and retreated, leaving you and Romarriche in peace.

You pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, the gesture as fleeting as the golden light fading from the sky. One day, you thought. One day you’d tell him how you felt. But for now, it was enough to stay by his side, to be his shield and his solace, as he worked toward a brighter tomorrow.

“It’s okay to let your guard down sometimes,” you whispered. “We’ll face the new day together.”

amari's notes: hi anon! it took a while for me to get this out, i wasn't confident if i wrote him well. but i hope i was about to do him justice. i love the blooming roses concept and it felt so fitting to pair romarriche's softness with a guard! reader who's has a good "opposites attract" kinda dynamic hehe if you get what i mean i did enjoy writing this and it makes me so happy to write more about fragaria memories in the future! anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask or even a request! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[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."

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Is it alright if you do a selfship playlist for Cielomort from Fragaria Memories?Thanks! :3

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ it's totally alright! here you go!

Super Shy - NewJeans

Cupid (Twin Ver.) - Fifty Fifty

First Date - frad

Lost Umbrella - INABAKUMORI

Popipo - Hatsune Miku

I'd Rather Sleep - Kero Kero Bonito

Gimme Chocolate!! - BABYMETAL

Russian Roulette - Red Velvet

Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls

Bad Boy - Cascada

thank you for dialing in!

[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…!”

[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?

[ritsusakumawife]

Kanata Shinkai x GN!Reader

Summary: A short fic where Kanata reminds you of a dear friend

Mentions of Hangyon from Fragaria Memories

"Hey Kanata, want to know a random thought I have of you?"

"Hm~? Sure~"

"You're like if Hangyon wasn't a crazy, bizarre person and had short hair, lol."

"Eh? 'Hangyon'?" He tilts his head to the side.

"Who is this 'Hangyon'?"

"My self-proclaimed husband. I mean, uh, friend. My friend."

"I 'see', your 'friend', huh? I'd love to meet that friend of yours."

"Hm. Maybe someday you'll meet him. But definitely not right now. After all, he resides in another world."

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't 'hear' you."

"It was nothing, just talking to myself."

[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!)

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

You can tell Hallritt had been kissed by the apple of his eye from the tinge of pink on his cheeks and dorky smile.

You can tell Romarriche had been kissed by his dearest from his soft, dreamy eyes and how extra gentle he seems to be.

You can tell Puruth had been kissed by his muse from how he seems to be quietly singing the same romantic song and fiddling with a particular trinket.

You can tell Sanah had been kissed by his sunshine from the pep in his step and constant bright smile.

You can tell Rimicha had been kissed by his player two from the little hearts in his eyes and shy but joyful grin.

You can tell Merold had been kissed by his favorite tune from how his smile seems more genuine and how his tone betrays him when he says, "It's nothing in particular~", after someone asks him what has him in a chipper mood.

(Happy Valentine's Day FragMem fandom)

[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~

[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.

[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.

[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 ˂ )⸝♡