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I love dragons
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genshin boys overhear you talking to yourself
premise. sometimes, talking to yourself feels safer than facing the guy you can’t stop thinking about…until he walks in on you mid-spiral. from awkward blushes to unexpected confessions, here’s what happens when your most embarrassing moments become the genshin boys' favorite memories
features. kazuha, diluc, childe, wanderer, alhaitham, xiao, ayato, cyno, itto, kaeya, baizhu, dainsleif, tighnari, thoma, heizou, bennett, kaveh, zhongli
kazuha
You're crouched beside a broken cart wheel, half-hidden in tall grass, muttering furiously to yourself as you examine the splintered wood.
“Of course it had to break here, in the middle of nowhere. No signal flare left, and I let the boat crew leave without me. Brilliant. Great job, really stellar planning—”
“You’re being rather harsh on yourself.”
You startle so hard you nearly fall backward. Kazuha stands a few paces behind, hands tucked calmly into his sleeves, his eyes full of quiet amusement and concern.
“You were gone longer than expected,” he explains, seeing your confusion. “Beidou sent me to check if you’d lost your way—or started arguing with local wildlife.”
You flush. “No, I’m just…talking to myself. Thinking through how to fix it.”
He steps closer and knelt beside you, examining the wheel. “Hm. The axle’s intact. A proper wedge might hold long enough to get you back to the road.”
You blink. “Oh. You’re not going to tease me about earlier?”
“I speak to the wind as if it listens,” he says lightly. “Why would I judge you for speaking to yourself?”
You glance at him. “And does the wind ever answer?”
He smiles faintly. “Only when I’m quiet enough to hear it.”
And then, just like that, he gets to work, gathering branches, finding rope in your satchel, never once asking why you chose to be alone in the first place but just staying until the cart moves again. Maybe the wind hadn’t answered, but he had.
diluc
He walks into the tavern early in the morning, expecting silence. Instead, he hears your voice in a low, frantic whisper as you await his arrival: “Okay, you’ve got this. He’s just a man. A tall, brooding, red-haired, intimidatingly handsome man—Archons above, why am I like this?”
He freezes mid-step, but the tap of his boot on the tile is loud enough to betray him. You whirl around, mortified, and lock eyes with him like a deer caught in emotionally compromising headlights.
He blinks once. Slowly.
“…I assume that was about me,” he says, voice neutral, but his ears are visibly pink.
“I—No—I mean—kind of?” you squeak, visibly crumbling under the weight of your own existence.
He clears his throat and looks away, reaching for a mug that absolutely does not need his attention.
“Understood,” he mutters.
For the rest of the day, he’s overly polite, painfully formal, and avoids eye contact like it’s flammable. Later that evening, you find a cup of your favorite tea left out for you—steaming, perfectly steeped, and completely unsupervised. The mug has a folded note under it, consisting of just three words: “You’ve got this.”
childe
He’s passing by your room when he hears your voice, quiet but distinct, and increasingly unhinged: “Okay. Plan A: cry. Plan B: threaten to cry. Plan C: run away and never return.”
He pauses mid-step, then leans against the doorway with a lopsided grin. “Wow, those are some elite-level crisis strategies. You sure you’re not Fatui?”
You shriek in embarrassment. “How long have you been standing there?!”
“Long enough to know you’ve got potential,” he laughs, pushing off the doorframe and stepping inside.
You groan and hide your face. “I was joking. mostly.”
“Nah, I kinda like it,” he teases. “Plan A’s got emotional flair. Plan B? Classic drama. However, Plan C?” his voice softens just a bit. “If you ran, I’d just find you. You know that, right?”
You look up and find his smile stripped of mischief. It’s quiet and gentle in a way that makes your heart trip over itself.
“But…if you do need tissues, I’ve got plenty.”
Somehow, this ends with him dragging you to sit on the couch, arms slung around you, both of you buried under a blanket neither of you remembers pulling over your laps.
“New plan,” he says, voice muffled against your shoulder. “Plan D: stay right here.”
wanderer
He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. He'd simply been on his way when he found you pacing the courtyard, completely unaware of his presence.
“He probably doesn’t even notice when I smile at him. Or maybe he does. Maybe he’s just ignoring me. Ugh. I should just throw a rock at him.”
He replies instantly. “Try it. I’ll throw one back.”
You flinch so hard you nearly drop your bag. He’s already leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, unreadable as ever. His gaze flicks to you, sharp but dissolving into something strangely unguarded. You open your mouth, but he speaks first.
“I notice,” he tells you, quieter now. almost like it costs him something to admit. “More than you think.”
Then he’s gone, vanishing down the corridor before you can speak, like he never meant to say anything at all. But later, you find a small, perfectly smooth stone placed outside your windowsill. No note. No explanation. Just one rock, light enough to throw.
alhaitham
He’s walking past the study when he hears you, your voice sounding low, frantic, and clearly not meant for anyone else.
“Okay, if I just put the books back exactly the way he had them, maybe he won’t know I was here. Unless…he cataloged them by page wear. Oh archons—what if he did? Why does he have to be attractive and terrifying?”
His deadpan voice sounds right behind you. “For the record, I do catalog them by page wear.”
You jump, dropping the book you’re holding, but instead of hitting the floor, it lands effortlessly in his palm.
“Also, you’ve been muttering to yourself for three full minutes. You’re not exactly subtle.”
You open your mouth to explain, apologize, evaporate, anything, but he just walks past and plucks a book from your stack.
“You misaligned this one by 0.6 centimeters,” he remarks, tone neutral. “But I’ll let it slide.”
You’re still frozen, blinking at him.
Without looking at you, he adds almost offhandedly, “Next time you wish to come by, just ask. I’d rather see you here than not.”
And then he starts reorganizing beside you. He’s silent, efficient, and just close enough that your shoulders nearly touch.
xiao
You’re sitting alone on the quiet terrace just outside Wangshu Inn, knees pulled up to your chest as you mutter into the dusk. “Why did I say ‘sweet dreams’? Who says that to Xiao? He’s the vigilant yaksha, not some character from a bedtime story. He probably thinks I’m a sentimental weirdo—”
“I don’t.”
You whip around. He’s suddenly there, silent as ever, standing just behind you in the fading light.
“I don’t think you’re weird,” he repeats, voice soft and steady, though there’s the faintest crease in his brow like he’s wondering if he’s said too much.
You scramble to stand, completely flustered. “Wait, how long were you—?”
“I heard my name,” he says plainly, as if that explains everything.
The air feels charged with embarrassment. Yours. Maybe his, too. After a pause, he glances away toward the treetops. His voice is quieter now.
“No one’s said that to me before.”
You blink. “Said what?”
He doesn’t meet your eyes. “Sweet dreams.”
There’s something almost reverent in the way he says it, like the words feel too fragile in his mouth.
“I didn’t think those were something I could have.”
The breeze carries the scent of silk flowers, and for a long moment, neither of you says anything.
Then, without looking at you, he adds, “But I liked hearing it. From you.”
Your heart flips once, hard.
And before you can spiral all over again, he turns to go, but stops just long enough to murmur, “Goodnight. I hope…yours are sweet, too.”
ayato
He’s strolling through the estate gardens when he catches the faint tones of your voice, muffled but unmistakably dramatic. Curious, he peeks around a hedge and discovers you monologuing to a cluster of blue hydrangeas with passionate gestures.
“Lord Ayato, my dearest nemesis. Why must you smile like that? Why must your tea taste like heartbreak and fine politics?”
His brows lift in faint surprise.
“And why did I tell him it was ‘transcendent’? That’s not normal person behavior. That’s the kind of thing a swooning diplomat says before fainting into their fan.”
Ayato brings a hand to his mouth, stifling the laugh that bubbles up. He knows he should announce himself—knows it's indecent to linger—but curiosity roots him in place. It’s rare to see you so unguarded, and rarer still to be the subject of such poetic vitriol.
You pace a few steps, oblivious. “He probably thinks I was flirting. Which I wasn’t. I think. Ugh.”
He waits just a second longer, watching as you sigh and press your fingertips to your forehead like a tragic heroine from a stage play, before stepping forward, his fan snapping closed with a soft click.
“I didn’t realize I’d been cast as the villain in your private soliloquy.”
You freeze. There is no mistaking his voice, nor the silk-smooth amusement threading through it. Slowly, you turn.
“I must say, your critique was…vivid,” he continues. His expression is polite, but his eyes betray him, bright with barely contained laughter. “And rather unfair to the tea, which I assure you is not culpable for your emotional distress.”
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. He tilts his head, as if considering something seriously.
“Though I do wonder what heartbreak tastes like to you.”
You groan and bury your face in your hands.
He inclines his head slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Next time, speak your grievances aloud to me instead. I assure you, I respond far better than flowers.”
cyno
He walks in on you muttering and pacing in circles.
“Okay, okay. Don’t laugh if he tells another joke. But also don’t not laugh, because then he’ll think you hate him. Ugh, why is this so complicated?”
He appears behind you with a perfectly straight face and says, “What do you call a fake noodle? an impasta.”
You shriek and nearly trip over a chair. He waits. You groan.
“That was…better than usual,” you admit.
He pauses as he appraises you. His lips twitch. “So. You’ve been rehearsing responses to my jokes?”
You blink, caught. “No. Definitely not.”
He steps closer, arms folded, head tilting in mock-serious thought. “Interesting. That implies you anticipated more. Which means…you’re expecting me.”
“…to keep telling them?”
He nods solemnly. “Correct. And now that I know you’re preparing, I’ll have to escalate.”
You groan again, this time into your hands, and he finally cracks a smile. Later, he’ll tell you a compliment disguised as a riddle. You’ll pretend not to swoon. He’ll pretend not to notice. Neither of you is very convincing.
itto
You’re standing in front of a mirror, hyping yourself up. “You’re brave. You’re bold. You can flirt with Itto today. Probably. Maybe. Okay, no, don’t flirt, just survive eye contact.”
A voice behind you booms, “Well hey, I think you’re already killin’ it!”
You scream and spin around so fast you almost knock over a stool. Itto’s standing in the doorway, grinning like a kid who just found candy and a beetle.
“Also, flirting’s totally encouraged. Ten outta ten, would recommend.”
You clutch your chest. “How long have you been standing there?!”
“Since the part where you said you were bold and brave or whatever. Sounded super cool, so I figured I’d stay for the ending.”
You groan. He’s still grinning.
“But hey,” he adds, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh, “you don’t gotta overthink it. Just talk to me like normal! Or, y’know, you could flirt if that’s easier.”
You entertain the idea of feigning amnesia, knowing he’d probably fall for it. Instead, you mutter, “...I liked your hair today.”
He lights up like the sun. “See? You’re killin’ it!”
Somehow, this ends with him offering to coach you through flirting with him. The audacity.
kaeya
You were only meant to drop off a report. Nothing more. Just a quick visit to the Knights’ headquarters, a few signatures, and out. And yet here you are, lingering in an empty hallway, your forehead pressed lightly against a stone pillar as you mutter to yourself.
“Genius. Absolutely genius. ‘Nice weather, Kaeya.’ That’s what I went with. Might as well have added, ‘Hi, I’ve been harboring a wildly inconvenient crush on you since Stormterror was still a problem. Want to date and/or be the reason I start writing terrible poetry again?’”
A breath of laughter—not your own—cuts through the silence.
“I’d be open to both,” a familiar voice replies.
You freeze.
He’s there, lounging against the window alcove like he’s been there all along, elbow propped casually on the sill, head tilted with interest. His smile says he heard every word. His eyes say he enjoyed it.
Kaeya pushes off the ledge and strolls toward you, every step perfectly unhurried. “Next time you plan to deliver a monologue about me, perhaps wait until I’ve left the building. Unless,” he adds, voice dropping with playful weight, “you were hoping I’d hear it.”
You can feel the heat rise to your face like a sunrise.
“I was just thinking out loud,” you manage.
“So I gathered. And for the record”—he passes close enough that his cloak brushes your sleeve—“I find it flattering.”
You briefly consider flinging yourself out the nearest window.
At the end of the corridor, he glances back over his shoulder, smile curling just shy of sincere.
“If the weather stays this nice, do let me know if that wildly inconvenient crush turns into something more actionable.”
And then he’s gone.
A junior knight passing by gives you a puzzled look. “You, uh…look like you saw a ghost.”
You exhale, voice thin. “Worse.”
baizhu
You’re by yourself in the back room of Bubu Pharmacy, sorting herbs and muttering under your breath. It’s been a long day, and unfortunately, your brain has chosen to perseverate.
“If I faint in front of him again, I’m just going to say it was low blood sugar. Not the fact that he tucked my hair behind my ear like it was nothing.”
“Hmm. I’ll make a note to check your glucose levels...and perhaps develop a tincture for sudden-onset romantic distress?”
You whip around so fast that a handful of Qingxin spills onto the table. Baizhu stands in the doorway, serene as ever, holding a tray of tea like he didn’t just obliterate your self-esteem.
“It’s a surprisingly common condition,” he adds, eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Often triggered by gentle gestures and poor coping mechanisms.”
Changsheng pokes her head out from behind his collar and lets out a tiny, delighted laugh. “Lovesick. Very contagious,” she stage-whispers.
You bury your face in your hands.
Baizhu sets the tea down beside you with quiet care. “I could prepare a cure, but I fear the malady is mutual—and, strangely, quite welcome.”
dainsleif
You think you’re alone, sitting quietly in a dim corner of the library and murmuring your frustrations to yourself. Dainsleif, combing the shelves for a particular volume, pauses when he hears the soft thread of your voice carry through the candlelight: “I bet he doesn’t even remember my name. I’m probably just a temporary footnote to him anyway. Someone who fades like shadows at dusk.”
His low voice answers from just beyond the glow of your lantern. “You are not a footnote.”
You nearly jump out of your skin as Dainsleif steps into view. The candlelight flickers across the lines of his face, which remains composed and unreadable but not unfeeling. He doesn’t speak gently, not exactly, but there’s a steadiness to his tone that seems to lessen the musty air.
“Names are more than words,” he says. “They are memory. History. Presence.”
He kneels slightly and locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing.
“I remember your name,” he continues. “Not only the shape of it. I remember the weight it carries when you speak it. I remember the careful way you said goodnight two nights ago, as if you weren’t sure I’d hear it, or hold it.”
You can’t breathe. You can’t look away.
“Don’t assume I forget the things that matter,” he says, rising to his full height again. His expression doesn’t shift, but something in his posture softens. And then, without waiting for a reply, he turns and disappears into the stacks. For a long moment, all you can hear is the echo of his footsteps and the pulse of your own heart—louder now, and somehow less alone.
tighnari
You’re elbow-deep in soil, half-focused on coaxing the withered pardisah into a new pot, when your frustration finally boils over.
“Okay, next time, just say thank you and walk away. Easy. Normal. Not, ‘Wow, your ears are so expressive today,’ like some feral maniac.” You groan and press your forehead to your palm. “He probably thinks I’m studying him like a botanical specimen. What is wrong with me?”
“To be fair,” a dry voice answers behind you, “most people don’t notice ear movement unless they’re watching very closely.”
You nearly send the pot flying as you whip around. Tighnari is leaning beside your bag of soil, arms folded, one brow arched in faint incredulity.
“You were there…the whole time,” you croak.
“Roughly since the ‘feral maniac’ part,” he amends, tail flicking with suspicious amusement. “You were a bit harsh on yourself, but entertaining.”
You cover your face. “I swear I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“You didn’t,” he says gently, and then—surprisingly—smiles. “I didn’t mind the compliment. It was…oddly specific, but sincere. And clearly the result of long observation.”
He steps past you, crouching to inspect the flower you nearly murdered in your panic.
“Next time,” he adds, not looking up, “less spiraling, more speaking.”
His tone is neutral, but his ears betray him with the smallest, involuntary flick.
And then he mutters to himself, “They’re only expressive when you’re around, anyway.”
You pretend not to hear. For now.
thoma
You’re alone in the kitchen—or so you believe—flipping gyozas with intense concentration and muttering under your breath. “Okay, Thoma likes them crispy. Not burnt. Crispy, like his smile. No, wait, what? Focus!”
“Crispy like my smile, huh?”
You flinch. The spatula slips from your fingers and clatters to the stovetop. Thoma is casually leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and grinning like he definitely heard more than he should have.
“I’m flattered,” he says, stepping closer. “But now I’ve got questions. What, exactly, does a crispy smile look like?”
“I—I meant the gyoza, not your— Wait, no, I meant both—I mean—”
The oil hisses sharply, like even the pan can’t take it anymore. Smoke streams upward.
“No, the gyozas!”
Thoma is already by your side, grabbing the pan with practiced ease and sliding it off the stove.
“You know,” he says, grinning as he surveys the damage, “you didn’t have to set them on fire just to impress me.”
“I didn’t—!”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. Means I get to help.” He tosses you a wink. “Teamwork, right?”
Somehow, you end up shoulder to shoulder, sleeves rolled up, hands floured, trying again as he gives teasing tips on “optimal gyoza symmetry.”
Later, as the final batch sizzles golden and perfect, he leans just close enough to murmur, “Still not sure what a crispy smile is, but if we’re talking about yours…I think I get it now.”
heizou
You march down the corridor, shoulders tense, voice pitched low but laced with despair.
“No, Heizou, I don’t need your help picking up the papers I dropped. I just need a convenient hole to bury the cadaver of my dignity in, thank you very much—”
A hand suddenly lands on your shoulder.
“AAHH—” you scream mid-sentence, spinning on instinct and swinging your bag in self-defense.
Heizou barely ducks in time, a laugh tumbling out as he stumbles back, half-shielding himself. “Whoa, violent thoughts and airborne satchels? I should’ve brought a warrant first.”
You freeze, mortified. He’s already dusting off his sleeves like it’s just another day at the precinct.
“Really now, that’s the welcome I get?” he continues, far too amused for someone who was nearly concussed.
“You snuck up on me mid-spiral,” you retort, torn between embarrassment and residual adrenaline. “That’s reckless behavior, even for you.”
He raises a brow, utterly unbothered. “I prefer to think of it as instinct. I happen to have an uncanny sense for when people are saying my name behind my back. Or in this case, aloud. To themselves.”
Your eyes widen just enough to give you away. Heizou smiles like he’s just cracked another case.
“You know,” he adds, stepping just close enough for his voice to drop a tone, “talking to oneself is a perfectly natural response to emotional distress. Especially when that distress has, say…a face and a name?”
You groan and press a hand to your forehead. “You’re insufferable.”
He tilts his head. “And yet, I’m the one you keep muttering about.”
You try to come up with a retort. You fail.
“Don’t worry,” he continues smoothly, already turning on his heel, “your secrets are safe with me.”
“You are the secret,” you call after him.
“And still,” he says without looking back, “you can’t seem to stop confessing to it.”
bennett
“Okay, just be normal. If I trip, I’ll just play dead. He won’t even notice. He’s used to disasters,” you tell yourself as you pace in tight little circles outside the Adventurers’ Guild.
“Wait, was that about me?”
You nearly leap into the decorative flower box beside the stairs.
Bennett stands behind you, blinking wide-eyed, equal parts confused and concerned.
“No—I mean—kind of?” you stammer.
He scratches the back of his neck, flustered. “I mean, yeah, stuff does kinda explode around me sometimes, but…hey, you’re not gonna trip.”
He pauses, then adds quickly, “But if you do, I’ll totally catch you! Probably! I mean, I’ve got decent reflexes! Usually!”
He’s turning red now, voice rising an octave as he tries to dig himself out.
“Not that you’ll fall, or need catching! It’s just—If you did fall, hypothetically, I’d be there. Probably. Hopefully. Unless something explodes first.”
You both stare at each other in silence for a beat and then burst out laughing.
“So,” you say, grinning, “wanna grab lunch before something does explode?”
“Yes! Wait, are you asking me out?”
You hesitate. “…Would it make you trip if I said yes?”
“Most likely.”
“Then, I’ll give you ‘probably’ as my answer.”
“Perfect.”
kaveh
He hears your muffled voice through the wall.
“If I see his ridiculously pretty face one more time, I’m going to cry. Or combust. Or both. There is no middle ground anymore.”
A suspicious creak of the floorboard makes your soul exit your body. The door swings open slowly. Kaveh stands there with a tea tray and the most theatrical expression known to man.
“Well,” he says, in full dramatic cadence, “had I known my face was wreaking such havoc on your emotional equilibrium, I would’ve brewed peppermint for the nerves.”
You groan and throw a pillow at him.
“Ah! betrayed by the very person moved to tears by my beauty. So you’ve chosen emotional combustion. Noted.”
You peek between your fingers. “Kaveh, please go.”
He places the tea tray down very deliberately. “I’ll leave,” he says, moving toward the door, “but only after I point out that I’m flattered, deeply and profoundly.”
He stops in the doorway, looks back with a grin just slightly too genuine.
“By the way,” he adds, not quite looking at you, “it’s mutual. The whole…emotional-overload-in-each-other’s-presence thing.”
And with that, he leaves. The tea cools quickly. You do not.
zhongli
You’re standing outside Wánmín Restaurant, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and muttered self-advice as you wait for a certain funeral consultant to join you for lunch.
“You can’t just stare at him every time he talks. He’s not poetry. He’s a man. A terrifyingly wise, elegant man made of tea and regret.”
You pause, frowning at the phrase.
“Tea and regret?”
You jolt and whirl around. Zhongli is standing just behind you, his expression unreadable, as if weighing your words with the patience of centuries.
After a moment’s pause, a faint smile graces his lips. “I believe that’s a new metaphor.”
Then, with a quiet elegance, he gestures in the space between you.
“You may continue your soliloquy. I find it…endearing.”
You feel your composure unravel, cheeks flushing crimson as you try to meet his calm, knowing gaze. For a moment, the world narrows to the soft sound of your breathing and the quiet dignity of a man who understands more than he lets on, and you silently wonder if maybe, just maybe, he is poetry after all.
A-tan's Valentines special
TW: Minor Suicidal humour? It's like one joke (A-tan) + it might be cringe but our boy A-tan is low-key cringe (I say this with LOVE)
-Do not make a drinking game to the word Honey. You will die.
(Also ignore the mistakes, I did it quite quick for my bestie since they LOVE A-tan so much and wanted me to write some A-tan for them)
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The sun had barely risen when your phone started rigging. The familiar cheery sound came on as A-tan name popped up on the screen. Answering the phone the loud yelling of your enthusiastic silly boyfriend screeched through the speakers.
“HONEY! GOOD MORNING!”
“A-tan it’s only 8am”
“Ehh I know! I wanted to be the first person you talk today!”
Looking at the calendar on your desk you noticed the day surrounded by hearts in red pen. It had been work of your silly boyfriend most likely. It was the 14th of February, aka Valentines day.
You did noticed he seemed to be waiting for you to say something so you let out a somewhat sleepy laugh.
“Happy valentines day A-tan”
“Happy valentines to you too! Love you so much Honey!”
“I still have your gift to prepare A-tan.”
You heard a dramatic gasp and his loud energetic voice.
“A gift for me? Your the best darling! I also have a surprise for you! I will record in the studio and let’s go on a picnic!”
Laughing at his enthusiasm you moved onto the kitchen. You had quite a bit of time before it was time so you got to work on both the food and well… your job. Working remotely was great which left you plenty of time to prepare a good meal for the two of you. Trusting A-tan with a meal would end in a fast food chain or him somehow bringing pizza boxes to a park.
Although you knew with your picky A-tan you would have to be smart about it. Some Onigiri was an easy way of sneaking vegetables. You felt a little guilty but you know that man would not eat vegetables any other way.
Deciding to do some fried chicken sandwich, tamagoyaki (also sneaking in some vegetables), plus some friend chicken pieces with mini skewers to try to keep the mess to the minimum. Opting for also doing some fried potatoes.
For a dessert you decided that some spinach filled brownies would do the trick.
It was going to take a while.
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Taking everything in a basket you drove the studio. However you couldn’t hear the loud voice of your boyfriend. However, 6 was there. He nodded in acknowledgment before shaking his head, as if remembering something.
“A-kun told to give you these instructions. Good luck.”
He chuckled as he waved goodbye, leaving for the day. That had been a weird interaction for sure. Reading the paper with the messy handwriting she was used to reading she followed the instructions which led her to a room, using the key that had come with the note she opened the door.
It seemed like a normal room. That was… if ignored the plush rabbit on the chair. A little messy note under it as well a cute little box of chocolates.
“[Ahhh! A-tan was turned into a stuffed bunny!] That is quite silly.”
Holding the cute plushy which you noticed this was costumed ordered having a cute A on the inside of it’s ear.
Checking the second note it had a street address? When putting the address on your phone it made you go in a couple of spots. The basket going around, luckily having space for the cute bunny plush as you ended up in a florist that had a small bouquet of roses for you and a park.
Strolling through the park enjoying the cool breeze you noticed your silly boyfriend smiling, the goofy smile that you loved dearly as he ran towards you, pulling you into a hug.
“HONEY! You’re here!”
“A-tan careful the food!”
“You even brought food? Ahhh I am so lucky!”
Without having to ask he pulled the basket of your hands skipping onto the blanket he laid out on the cool grass.
“Ta-da! Did you like my surprise? Isn’t A-tan great?”
“It did surprise me for sure. Where did you even get bunny A-tan”
Before the red head even could answered a loud growling noise came from his stomach.
“Hehe! That’s a secret!~ Now Honey let’s sit down and eat! I wanna eat the delicious food you cooked!”
You had barely sat down when your boyfriend pulled out the food laying it down on the blanket, going straight for the potatoes and fried chicken. He was enjoying the food at least, either that or he was quite hungry as he devoured most of the food not even noticing (if he did notice he choose not to comment) the hidden veggies.
“Honey! This is so good! I could die happy right now!”
You gave him a scolding look. Trying to change his habits was hard but at least he wasn’t as bad a before.
“Sorry darling. I know you don’t like me saying that”
While he bonked himself on the head to remind himself to not joke so much about dying. You couldn’t really stay mad at him.
“I am glad you enjoyed my food A-tan.”
“Hehe! Everything for my honey!”
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You two enjoyed the nice weather, A-tan choosing to walk for the food to settle faster, saying there was at least one more place he wanted to you, so you obliged.
With your hands empty (having kept most of A-tan’s gifts in the car so it was easier to walk around) the two of you ended up in front of a specific place.
“Ta-da!~”
It was a cute bunny cafe! You had mentioned once that you wanted to go to one at some point and it seemed A-tan was prepared.
The waitresses and waiters seemed to also be bunny themed, having all a pair of bunny ears on their heads as they led you to your table, telling you they would let you in the inclosures soon enough.
“Neh-neh the waitress was kind of cute! Although no one is as cute as my honey!”
“A-tan!”
He laughed at the embarrassing compliment. Being saved by the waitress that took your orders, choosing to go for a warm drink while your boyfriend requested yet another dessert. He sure could eat a lot of unhealthy food that it was almost concerning.
“Honey! Say aa-ah!”
“Eh”
“Come on!”
“Aa-ah…”
It was really delicious but you couldn’t eat that much more. What you truly wanted was in fact play with the bunnies.
Luckily it didn’t take much more time as the moment the dessert was finished you were taken in the inclosure. The lady that had guided you in took in a very soft cream, almost orange rabbit, placing it on your arms.
“It’s so cute.”
You pat its soft fur, giving it some food as well and while you were playing, you didn’t notice your pouty boyfriend.
“Ahhh how I wish I was that bunny. It’s stealing all you attention”
“Eh? A-tan are you jealous because of a bunny”
His pout told you everything. You giggled as you very quickly gave him a peck on his cheek, immediately bringing his mood up. Paying up for your stay the two of you walked side by side, holding hands as he swayed your hands and humming happily.
“I love you very much my honey!”
“I love you too A-tan.”
“Say honeyyy… would you like to come over?”
With a laughed you nodded as you had to drive the two of you back to his apartment to spend the night over at your sweet, quirky and sometimes loud but sweet boyfriend nonetheless.
Chii-Yusei!? 🦀
I blacked out and he appeared on my screen 😳
Saturday morning discussions in the queer Yugioh server (thanks to Maxiuchiha22 on DA and Spriter's Resource for most of these sprites!)
Bows and Pianos- The Sequel🎀
Pairing: Merold x Fem Reader
TLDR: Following up on the agreement on taking you out for tea Merold decided to make it up by making it the best day you two could ever had.
Note: This is a part 2, you don’t really need to read part 1 if you don’t wish too but here LINK
+The mc is kind of based on an oc (a Knight for Sweet Piano) but physical descriptions (except outfit wise) will be vague for the reader insert lol 🩷
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Waking up and getting ready, you remembered Merold’s advice to dress up in a simpler outfit for today, since he planned on taking you shopping as one of your activities, not much of a surprise but you were happy that he told you before you got an outfit similar to the one you were planning on bringing last time.
After checking yourself out with one last twirl, you ended up talking to Piano, who, after you two ate breakfast together, wished you a good day, telling you to have fun.
You never really explored the kingdom much since you mostly spend your days working as a Shepard, never had much time to go out. Not wanting to get lost, you decided to use a carriage to My Melody’s castle was the best option and during the whole trip you felt a level of anxiety hoping you wouldn’t be ditched by Merold, again. That would just make you upset.
Luckily for you there he was at the entrance of the palace, playing with the sleeves of his sweater. Running up to him his eyes did a tiny wide before he let out a soft chuckle.
“Here I thought you were ditching me~”
“I am not late!” you exclaimed, pouting with crossed arms, missing his softer smile as he moved from the wall he was leaning on, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.
“Let’s go~”
Getting dragged around by Merold ended up bringing out some memories from when you two were little kids.
When he mentioned he had the whole day planned he seriously had everything planned. He took you around most of the shops, everyone approaching to greet him as you two passed by (which it seems he had accounted that being a possibility),taking you to different boutiques, he specially found one that would suit your taste, which ended with you getting a new outfit for lunch.
A pretty frilly dress that went well with the soft wool shawl that you adored so much, one of the first gifts from your lord.
“I wonder why you like this shawl so much~? Was it a present?”
You giggled at the comment “Yes! It was from Piano! She let me use her wool to make this so I wouldn’t be cold!”
Merold looked at you, mouth slightly agape, like you said something strange. Already walking to a nice little restaurant for said lunch.
“You sheared your lord?”
“Well she is a sheep! Plus, sheep need to get sheared!”
“I see, so it was before you became a knight?”
You let out an awkward laugh “Ye, it was... something~”
Avoiding the topic, while sitting at the table, the waiter approached asking about your meal. You sipped some water, as you felt like you were about to be teased. He was leaning on the table, resting his chin on his hand.
“So how did you end up becoming Piano’s Knight?~”
Hack. It seems you could not avoid the topic, curse him for not catching the hint... or maybe he did and was just doing it on purpose, sensing a funny story to use to tease you with. It was kind of hard to explain how you became Piano’s knight.
“Well it’s kind of a silly story”
“Eh~ Meeting our lords is never silly”
“Well it is if you do it how I did it.” -Avoiding his eyes you looked at the flowers you saw in the distance.
“Now you are just trying to be cryptic. Go on”
“As long you promise not to laugh!”
“Promise~”
“Well I thought she was one of my sheep and I took her inside”
A second passed in silence as he processed what you said, suddenly, he bursted into laughter, holding his stomach and covering his mouth.
“HEY! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LAUGH!”
“That is hilarious though! You took P.i.a.n.o. into the barn you kept your regular sheep? Didn’t the pink wool gave it away?” - He was still laughing at you, whipping a tear out of his eye.
“I didn’t! She blended in with the other sheep! I only noticed the next day because we were going to shear them!”
He laughed even harder at that.
“YOU KEPT HER IN YOUR BARN FOR A WHOLE DAY?”
You wanted to disappear into the chair, a pout evident in your face, having some people look at Merold but then continue in their merry way.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
“How can I not?~”
He had finally stopped once the food arrived and you two enjoyed your lunch. When you finally took a good look to admire Merold, you had to admit that he had become quite a beautiful man. Seeing how popular he was, it made you quite jealous. You did notice that Kurode seemed to be missing? You would have liked to talk to him but, when you went to palace they had told you Kurode had moved and they didn’t know where he was currently living. That was a bit upsetting since the younger brother was also your friend.
When you came back from the clouds. he was staring at you.
“Admiring me?~”
“Shut up! I was just thinking!”
“Sure wherever you say~”
After you were done with the main course you were welcomed by a big parfait of which screamed “My Melody” with strawberries, cream and strawberry ice cream. You ate it, enjoying the taste of strawberries on your mouth.
“What do you think? Does it live up to your expectations?~”
With a stuffed face you could only muffle, swallowing the mouthful of ice cream that burned your throat which made let out a loud squeak.
“Ahhhh my throat!”
“Don’t swallow ice cream like that!”
After a few seconds of waiting for it to not burn anymore, you encouraged him to continue with what he was going to say.
“I just remembered you mentioned before how you never really got to experience much of what the country had to offer, since your whole day was herding sheep.”
Oh. The fact that he had remembered something like that from the past made you quite embarrassed, it’s true that after you became Piano’s knight you spent most of the first days learning with the staff what had to be done and hadn’t really had free time, until you arranged to meet Merold... and the day you were suppose to get tea, in which he had ditched you. Shaking the thought you let out a small laugh.
“I heard from the Knight of Pompompurin that you helped some musicians the other day”
“Oh yes! They were lost and needed a place to rest and I remembered an Inn close by”
“Good job~”
You swore you felt your face explode with how red it got, praise from Merold SURE meant you really did a good job right?
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Walking through the town, holding onto his hand now, which he allowed you too take, you ended up helping some of the people of the town, like carry an old lady’s bags, or help some of the children with their dilemmas.
It kind of took your afternoon for the most part.
“Time passed so fast!”
“It was at least a good time.~” -with one of his arms behind his head,the other hand onto yours, the two of you ended up in a flower field, you didn’t know how it was possible but it was the same flower field the two of you used to play around when you were kids.
It was still as beautiful as you remembered. So many flowers and in the distance you could see the herd of sheep you took care of. You did wonder who was responsible for them now, if your sibling or any other relatives were doing the job properly.
You didn’t have much time to think about it as Merold dragged you to the field, with you tripping on your heels, dragging the two of you down.
It took a minute to process that you had fallen on top of him. You felt your face warm up with embarrassment, getting ready to apologize as he bursted into laughter simply laying his head down in the field. You also laughed a bit, embarrassed, while to lay next to him.
“Brings back memories, huh?~”
“Ye... I haven’t visited since I moved into the town and started working for Piano”
“Didn’t expect we would somehow wonder back here”
With a smile you almost instinctively grabbed a few flowers. Weaving the familiar pattern of a crown, noticing Merold had closed his eyes, as you lowered it on his soft pink hair.
With a hum he opened one of his eyes. “Mmh~?”
“A flower crown. Like we used to do when we were kids”
He let out a soft chuckle pulling a single flower, moving to put it on your ear.
“Unfortunately I can’t make one so a single flower will have to do”
The two of you laid down looking as the sky started to change colors. You felt happy. Being close to what you embarrassingly called your first love and childhood friend, it made you feel all the nostalgia and happiness you felt back when he had asked you to his wife, after you had given him a flower crown, similar to the one you had made.
While he might have changed, so did you. You were both flawed but that didn’t mean you had to give up a precious friendship you had as a kids. You hoped for there to be a possibility of him renewing that promise and even if not, you would always be there by his side as his friend.
Bows and Pianos🎀
Pairing: Merold x Fem Reader
TLDR: After years of waiting and gentle guidance from My Melody and Merold My Sweet Piano has finally announced her knight. What Merold did not expect was that this knight was someone from his childhood and the two had made a silly promise as children.
Note: The mc is kind of based on an oc but physical descriptions (except outfit wise) will be vague for the reader insert lol 🩷 Also I tried my best but he might be a bit OOC SORRY
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Romarriche watched as Merold quietly sipped his tea, uncharacteristically quiet. This side of him was something he only showed when he had nightmares the previous night or was deep in thoughts. Rimicha was happily chatting with Hallritt and Sanah, Puruth nodding to whatever the young man was saying, completely not paying attention to the pink knight.
The older Knight approached his friend and tapped his shoulder very softly, you would almost not feel it.
“Is everything alright Merold?”- his tone showed concerned for his friend.
“Ooooh yeah, I am fine~.”- cut of the conversation to and end. That was until Puruth decided to interject, everyone else having quieted down to hear the conversation.
“I have heard of a rumor going around from some of our bards that traveled to the My Melody Kingdom a few weeks ago”
Rimicha interjected quietly invested. “A rumor?”
Puruth let out a soft chuckle, continued. “I have heard that My Sweet Piano has picked a Knight for herself!”
Hallritt interjected. “Oh Lord Hello Kitty mentioned it to me too! That My Sweet Piano had never really cared much for the politics of knighthood but that decided to pick a Knight recently!”
Rimicha happily clapped his hands. “Isn’t this great Merold? You will get someone to help you, since My Sweet Piano is part of your domain!”
At his point his head was buried on his hands, looking like he was having an upset stomach or that someone had exposed an embarrassing secret of his.
Romarriche wanting to not overstep, but also curious himself added to it. “Do you not get along with the new knight?”
Merold groaned. Shaking his head, he sighed, biting into a cookie. Puruth decided to continue with the information he had acquired.
“They also said she was quite the lovely young woman!”
“So she is nice?” Rimicha was now confused. Merold almost made this poor person sound like they were some level of unpleasant.
Puruth added enthusiastically like he was telling the best kind of story. “Very nice! She even helped them carry their luggage when she found them in the road!”
Romarriche thought for a minute, who could this mysterious young woman be? He then almost had a realization, letting out a small chuckle.
“Is this perhaps about someone you met when you were younger?”
The pink haired man groaned a bit “It has been years since we have talked, so I really didn’t expect that she would suddenly because Piano’s Knight” he let out another sigh before he shoved another cookie down.
“Well good to see all of you. I should return home”
He left. He simply did not want to be discussing his past relationships with his fellow Bouquet members, Romarriche knew to a certain extent about his past so he knew that his old friend was teasing him lightly.
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Taking the carriage home, while enjoying a nice nap he dreaming of it.
The two of them running through the fields of flowers and all the sheep she was responsible for. The two fell down on the flowery field, as he laid back on the grass looking at the clouds as she weaved something, her back to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a little thing! Don’t look! Its a surprise” - She sounded so proud of of the little trinket. She giggle as she put something on his head. Touching it he felt the soft petals as she smiled. He sat next to her and pulled a flower pulling her hand to him, using the flower as a makeshift ring, holding her hands up to his chest he smiled at her.
“I promise that when we are older I will marry you and we will spend the whole day playing in the flowers”
That made her giggle as she nodded enthusiastically as they could hear Kurode whining as he ran up to them, after having been left behind while they were playing, him crashing down next to them, while she showed him her flower ring.
“Merold said that I would be his wife when we are older!”
Kurode looked at them like they just told him the weirdest story on the planet. Merold ruffling his hair in a playful manner.
He was surprised that when he awoke and left his carriage, there she was. The woman he was trying to avoid, hair done, wearing a frilly dress with a intricate flower crown and bonnet, a pout on her face with her eye with beady tears forming.
Ah. She was upset.
“Merold! Were where you!?”
“I was at Romarriche’s.”
“You promised you were going to have tea with me!”
“I forgot~”- Lies.
“I told you yesterday! Right after the report!” - Her voice was raised. As she followed him upset.
“There is a lot going on, it completely slipped my mind hehe~”- Yup, another lie.
“What is your problem!” -She was getting angry, pointing at him with an accusatory finger.
“What do you mean?”- He knew why she was upset.
“Well not only have you been a jerk to me ever since we have met again, but you don’t even want to spend time together! We used to be friends! I was so happy to suddenly be picked by Piano, I could finally talk to my friend again!”
“What are you talking about? You could have come talk to me either way”
“How? You don’t even want to spend time with me while I am on an equal rank as you! How could I ever even think you TALK to me if I was just a Shepard!”
She was crying and Merold hate that. He did feel bad, after all this was more of issue with his own problems than her.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset”
“Well? Are you going to explain WHY? Why do you keep ignoring me?”-She was sniffling, tears still running down her face. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned her face with gentle pats, to not ruin the very light soft make up she had put.
“It’s been too long. I am not the same person you knew when we were kids.”
“What do you mean?”- He could feel her hand grab at his sleeve.
“I have developed a bad personality to the point he left me as well. It was easier to act like you weren’t here than being left alone again after you realized I had become someone completely different from the kid that made that promise to you”.
“You mean that we would get married?”
He coughed awkwardly. God he was so embarrassed of remembering that memory. She held his hand with both of her own pulling it to her face.
“I mean...I would like if you kept it but I also did not even expect you to remember that promise we made. I am glad you still remember it” She let out a playful giggle, still holding onto his hand.
Merold on another hand felt somewhat foolish now, covering his face with his other hand out of pure embarrassment. He did not like being the one being teased. She wasn’t done though.
“I am still happy to see you. I wanted us to get along and be friends again... I will not say I didn’t wish to be more but it has been a long time. At least let me be your friend!”
He sighed. Embarrassment still evident. “You will regret it you know.”
“Well that will be a problem for me, not? Plus you were always a mischievous person even as a child. You own me an outing thought! I wasted the whole day looking for you” -she pouted.
“Alright, alright.”
“I will await a renewal of the proposal too!”
He coughed after gagging on his saliva. “Oi- don’t be hasty now!”
She laughed as she dragged him by her iron grip with him just accepting it.
Baking mishaps 🌹
Paring: Romarriche x Reader (no gender mention)
TDLR: You attempted to bake some cookies to gift to Romarriche as a thank you gift and they came out bad. (This isn’t totally because my own cookies melted and made me sad or anything).
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Looking into the oven and seeing yet another attempt at baking wasted made you want to sob. Why did they always come out bad even with Romarriche’s advice? What did you keep messing up in the recipe? It could have been the lack of scale, forcing you to eyeball everything. Hopefully the My Melody Knight, Merold, wouldn't be at the palace.
You didn’t dislike Merold, you two were, at least, on friendly terms, possibly somewhat friends, but the My Melody knight was also a mischievous one enjoying to tease others (you had found out during one of your conversations over tea, that Merold had made the young Hello Kitty Knight, Hallritt, his new victim, and you could only pray for the young man). He always made fun of your mishaps as you tried over and over again to make some nice cookies to gift to Romarriche. The gentle man smiled and thanked you every time and, always, left out a soft chuckle saying he was appreciative of your gifts, no matter what, since the intention was more important.
That also started the annoying teasing from Merold, saying you had a crush on Romarriche and being the brat that he was, seemed to be testing you with implications, which, only you understood what they meant. You weren’t a violent person but Merold really stepped on that line. Where it almost made you wanna smack him to shut his mouth.
So when you arrived at the palace, the guards welcomed you in, telling you to find the dirty-blonde man in the gardens, as he was preparing to enjoy some tea after his work. He was quite easy to spot, as he set some treats on the table and a tea cup. The soft smell of roses filled your nose as he smiled at you.
“What a nice surprise to see you today.” His soft voiced had such a calming effect as he walked to meet you. Noticing that you were hiding something behind you, his head tilted to side a bit, curiosity evident in his eyes.
“A-ah! Good afternoon Romarriche! I hope I am not interrupting you!”
“Of course not. You are always welcome to visit. Although I hope you don’t mind me asking what it is that you have brought behind your back?”
Your heart skipped a bit as he leaned in somewhat closer, while still keeping a respectful distance, as the gentle knight always seemed respectful of people’s boundaries. With a sigh you present him with the new batch of failures.
“They came out bad again”
His expression moved from confusion to a gentle smile. He let out a soft chuckle. “Shall we move along to have some tea to taste the treats you have prepared?”
Pouting but nodding, you moved along sitting at the nice table in the middle of the garden, as he asked you to wait while getting another cup. Even if you told him he didn’t need to, he insisted and so, after so many attempts at not bothering him, you had given up.
After hearing his heels click on the ground of the garden he set up your cup, pouring out the tea for you to enjoy.
“Mmm it smells so nice”
He giggles out softly “I am glad you like it. Now let’s taste your cookies”
“Well they look more like a mess of crumbs”
“Now let’s not say that!”- as he took a piece and bit into it, he let out a small chuckle. “You have improved a lot since the last time! They are tasting better and better!”
With a groan and a hand covering your face, you embarrassingly tried to hide how such a simple compliment from him made you look like a silly teenager again being complimented by their crush. Your head could only remember Merold’s stupid teasing comments, like, how the color of your face competed with the roses of the garden.
“They are still coming out wrong thought! I just wanna give you something good!”
“They are good. They don’t need to be perfect, as long as you put your heart onto it”
“But I want to make them perfect!”
He smiled, hand softly patting your head. “You just have to keep trying, and while you do, feel free to come over and enjoy some tea. I am always happy to have you over”.
“Well your tea and treats are always tasty”
He giggled once again “I am glad you think so! Feel free to come taste them as much as you’d like”
Even if you yourself didn't think the cookies were that great, you felt extremely happy seeing Romarriche eat them alongside the warm tea. You knew he would never tell you your stuff was bad but, even then it made you happy when he complimented you.
You were happy to simply enjoy these quiet afternoons, drinking tea, eating treats, amidst the rose garden with the prettiest and most gentle knight you could ever know.
𐙚 topic。."Would you love me even if I was a worm?"
𐙚 "Of course I'd still love you. I'd put you in the best soil and feed you orange peels and scoop you up in my hands and hold you when being a worm gets too hard."
Hallritt, Rimicha, Arupek, Myunna, Cielomort
𐙚 "Yes <3 :)"
Louterstella, Romarriche
𐙚 "You are not a worm."
Badobarm, Kurode, Klarkstella, Willmesh
𐙚 "What if we were worms and we kissed?"
Sanah, Hangyon, Merold
𐙚 "Why is EVERYONE asking me this?"
Tuxam, Chaco
𐙚 An earthworm or a parasite?
Pikero
Fragaria Knights Diagnosis~
Who is the knight for you?
(*Scuffed translation warning but they will do...probably)
Link to the official quiz! -> link
Kamigami no Asobi Flowers
Hades Aidoneus: Rose and Christmas Rose
o Rose - (Red) Love, I love you, Respect, Beauty | (Deep Red) Bashful, Shame | (Dark Crimson) Mourning
o Christmas Rose (Hellebores) - Relieve My Anxiety
Apollon Agana Belea: Sunflower and Margaret
o Sunflower (Dwarf) - Adoration
o Margaret (Daisy) - Innocence, Loyal Love, I’ll Never Tell, Purity, Beauty
Takeru Totsuka: Morning Glory, White Clover
o Morning Glory - Affection
o White Clover - Think of Me
Tsukito Totsuka: Pollia Japonica, assorted Chrysanthemum
o Pollia Japonica (Yabumyoga | Spiderwort family) - Regard, Admiration
o Chrysanthemum - Abundance & Wealth, Cheerfulness, You’re a wonderful friend
Balder Hringhorni: Arum Lily, Ball Chrysanthemum
o Arum Lily (Zantedeschia | Calla Lily) - Magnificent Beauty
o Ball Chrysanthemum - N/A (potentially death)
Loki Laevatein: Dahlia, Allium
o Dahlia - Dignity and Elegance, Forever Thine
o Allium (Garlic) - Courage, Strength, Get Well, Ward Off Evil & Illness
Anubis Ma'at: Heliconia, Marigold
o Heliconia (False Birds of Paradise) - Often given today from a woman to man as a symbol of faithfulness
o Marigold - Pretty Love, Sacred, Affection, Caress, Sorrow
Thoth Caduceus: Cineraria, Arabian Starflower
o Cineraria (Florist’s Cineraria) - Delight
o Arabian Starflower (ornithigalus arabicia; Star of Bethlehem species) - Innocence, Purity, Honesty, Hope, Forgiveness
Dionysus Thyrsos: Grape, Jasmine
o Grape - Fertility, Abundance, Transformation, Blessing
o Jasmine - (Spanish) Sensuality | (White) Amiability
Melissa: Tulip, Lemon Balm
o Tulip (General) - Perfect Lover, Fame, Flower Emblem of Holland
o Lemon Balm - Ward Off Evil, Promote Good Health, Love, Cheer
Akira Totsuka: Peony, Sakura
o Peony - Shame, Happy Marriage, Compassion, Bashfulness
o Sakura - Kind, Gentle, Education, Beauty of Youth
Thor Megingyoruzu: Wheat, Osmanthus
o Wheat - Love, Charity, Hard work
o Osmanthus (osmanthus fragrans) - Love, Romance, Faithfulness
(List: retsuyachan | Victorian-Era Floriography: doyoubelieveinmonsters)
[1/3] bite
Imagine waiting months for that one long holiday, finally youre able to go back home to your family...only to be kidnapped by doa on the day of your departure...how unfortunate
yandere content, kidnapping
manga spoilers about doa + kamui's identity. featuring all 5 doa members. there's a 'route' for each character. unedited, and much longer than i expected.
the least they could have done was be a little gentler going about it.
I'M NOT A FURRY!
I'm not ......
Why hello there 😏~♡
(Edit: why is this post getting more notes than my art🤣🤣)
He always does this