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āæ this blogs is my little corner on the internet where i talk about whatever i want! i also draw and (try to) write casually, so expect me to share those from time to time.
āæ iāll mostly talk about and engage with OC content and OC x canon ships. i might also post and interact with self-inserts, self-shipping and LIxLI.
āæ my main fandom here is the ikeseries games (mostly ikepri), but this blog is multifandom and i might talk about my other interests as well! i might also share non-fandom OCs.
āæ interests: ikeseries (ā” yves, isaac, ieyasu), baldur's gate 3 (ā” astarion, shadowheart), a sign of affection, the apothecary diaries, fruits basket, animanga, sanrio, sylvanian families/calico critters, twice, stardew valley, rpg.
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āæ i might post and interact with +18 content. iām an adult and this is an adult space, so MDNI.
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āæ english ISNāT my mother language. iām sorry if something i say is confusing sometimes.
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šļø country!au beatrice trying to send subtle hints about her feelings for yves by gifting him flowers with romantic meanings. he never noticed, until one day keith was spending the afternoon and spotted a bouquet on his night stand. āoh, red carnations! did you know that they can mean love and affection in the language of flowers? people often gift them to express their romantic feelingsā. much to keithās confusion, yvesā face suddenly turned bright red.
now yves is spending the whole night awake, studying the language of flowers and trying to figure out all the āsecret messagesā he missed.
when leon asked beatrice if she could give his brother a ride, he forgot to mention which brother. all she knew was that it was someone younger than leon, as he clearly said ālittle brotherā. that meant four options: yves, licht, nokto or luke. she would say āyesā independently, but deep down she was hoping for a specific someoneā¦
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beatrice wasnāt sure if she believed in love at first sight, but she couldnāt deny that she felt something when she saw yves for the first time. a need to know more about him, to get closer. but finding a good reason to talk to him was almost an impossible mission. her best friend, maeve, told her everything she knew about him, which made bea feel even more captivated, but not even that helped her. she wasnāt the most outgoing person on earth, but she had never felt so nervous next to someone. the words just didnāt come. so the moment she entered the street of rhodolite farm and saw a blonde man waiting in front of the gate, her heart almost stopped.
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yves was 99% sure leon was messing with him. again. he should be used to it by now, but every single time a little voice in his head says āwhat if itās serious this time?ā. now, he was waiting in front of the gate, not exactly sure why. all his older brother said was that he found a solution to his problem. after waiting for a few minutes, he was ready to go back inside, but a pink pickup truck caught his attention. only one person in that ridiculous town owned a pink truck, and yves wouldnāt admit it out loud, but he knew exactly who it was, even though he never exchanged more than two words with her.
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after beatrice parked, for a few minutes they only stared at each other, in complete silence. she was the first to open her mouth, her voice way shyer than usual, saying something about how leon asked her to give yves a ride to the big city. and yves replied in an annoyed tone that his brother always decides things without consulting him and that he didnāt need a ride. he was ready to complain some more, but then he looked at beaās face again. she looked so much like a sad little kitten that he just stopped talking. why was she making that face? she couldnāt be sad because of what he just said, could she? before even realizing his own words, he mumbled that āsince she was going to the city anyways, perhaps he could seize the opportunity, but only because his favorite fabric just ran outā (it did not). beatrice smiled at his answer, a sweet smile that made yves look away. now he remembered why he never talks to herā¦ even without any words, she made him feel way too weird.
in the end, they went to the city together for the first time. and the ride there was incredible awkward.
@keithsandwich @candied-boys @lorei-writes (tagging you guys bc you showed interest in my first post for this au š„ŗ)
i was totally influenced by @keithsandwich, now i canāt stop thinking about this.
beatrice is a big city girl. needing a change of scenery and some time away from her family, she moved to the small town her nanny used to tell her stories about when she was a little kid. now, she runs her own flower farm. at least once a week, she drives her pink pickup truck to the big city, to sell her flowers to partnered flower shops.
yves is one of the eight sons of a wealthy farmer who recently passed away, leaving his land to the brothers care. he hates the town, but canāt bring himself to move and leave his younger brother, licht, alone. when heās not helping leon and jin with the farmās financial affairs, yves can usually be found sewing and designing new clothes in his atelier.
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yves doesnāt know how to drive, and the only fabric store in the region is in the big city. this was never an issue, leon always drove him there, but with their fatherās recent passing, the older brotherās responsibilities triplicated, meaning he canāt leave the farm most days. not wanting to leave his little brother in the lurch, leon remembers the blonde florist who moved to town a few months ago. she goes to the big city often, doesnāt she? who knows, perhaps she will agree to give yves a rideā¦
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as yves and bea get closer, he realizes that perhaps he doesnāt hate the town that much.
The eerie song intensified as the screen grew darker and darker. Footsteps echoed, cautiousā¦ apprehensive. The characterās breathing, however, was fast and shallow. Every second tightened the tension until, at last, the world fell silent. And thenā¦ a scream! Not from the TV, but from the other side of the couch.
When the monster appeared, Nico got scared and sought refuge in Morihitoās arms. It was an honest reaction that drew everyone's attention, pulling them out of the immersive horror movie for a heartbeat, just long enough to make sure she was okay.
Luckily, Nemuās reaction went unnoticed. At the same moment the other witch screamed, Nemu silently grabbed Keigoās arm and hid her face against his shoulder.
For Keigo, that moment felt like a dream in slow motion. No, it was better than that. Heād imagined being this close to her countless times before, but none compared to the real thing. Her grip was strong for such delicate hands, and he wished he wasnāt wearing his flannel so he could feel her warmth through the skin, as inappropriate as that might sound. Yet, there was nothing dirty about it ā far from it. What Nemu awakened in him was deeper, something raw and quiet and pure. He wanted to hold her, and to be held by her, until the edges between them blurred away.
It was stupid, and heād never say it aloud, but maybe that was what love felt like. It made you long to be impossibly close to the one you loved. Heād seen something like this before in some cult movie, but never thought he would live it himself.
He shuddered. He held his breath. His hand trembled as he wondered if he should embrace her, offer solace, and keep her close to his heart. It lasted only a second, but that single second felt endless, leaving a multitude of new emotions within him. Nemu raised those beautiful eyes to meet his, and even in the flickering light of the screen, Keigo could swear he saw a tinge of redness on her cheeks. Gosh, her lips were so prettyā¦ heād give anything to kiss them just once.
Then she suddenly pulled away, as if startled by her own reaction, sitting stiffly on the couch with her eyes glued to the screen. The cold emptiness that followed made him release the breath heād been holding. All his wishful wonders were in vain. She would never reciprocate his feelings, would she? He was just a nobody. A stray dog howling at the unreachable moon.
At least she was his friend.
At leastā¦ he was someone her instincts trusted, even if just a little. Enough for her to run to him when scared by a horror movie. The thought alone was enough to make his pounding heart feel happy.
His lips curved into a faint smile, and he stopped himself from saying anything. It wasnāt the time to sound cool; and drawing attention to their corner of the couch would only mortify her.
Before he could catch up with the movie again, another bloody scene made her reach for his hand. It was a subtler touch this time. Her fingers squeezed his, and when they relaxed after the scene, they didnāt let go. Keigo looked at her, but she didnāt look back. His face burned. She really wanted to hold his hand, right? Surely just for reassurance. He dared to turn his palm toward hers, worrying it might be sweaty, but... she didnāt pull away. He dared to intertwine their fingers and give a small squeeze, a wordless promise that he was there. And when the next fright came, she pressed his hand again.
It felt nice, giving her the strength to keep watching the movie. He was used to the horror genre, and that one was even light one, but the girls certainly werenāt. Maybe next Halloween heād suggest something else. A supernatural game, perhaps. Something about a beautiful moon goddess and a werewolf warrior who would give his life to protect her.
