Imagine your f/o loving you more than you could ever hate yourself.
Every mean thought you have about yourself is met with twice as much love from them. Every feature you try to hide is something they want to badly kiss. Every habit you find annoying makes them smile because itâs so unmistakably you. Every flaw youâre convinced makes you difficult to love only makes them hold you closer.
You could spend hours listing everything you dislike about yourself, and your f/o would patiently go through that list one by one telling you exactly why they adore each thing.
You hate your laugh? Itâs their favorite sound.
You hate your body? They treat it with so much tenderness, like being allowed to hold you is a privilege.
You hate how sensitive you are? They love how deeply you feel and would never make you ashamed of it.
You hate the parts of yourself that are messy, awkward, needy, angry, or scared? Your f/o sees those parts and doesnât run. They stay. They learn how to comfort you. They love you through every bad day, every insecurity, and every moment when you struggle to believe you deserve them.
Your f/o doesnât love some imaginary âbetterâ version of you that you think they deserve. They donât love you despite everything you hate about yourself.
They love youâŠthe whole complicatedâŠimperfect, messy yet wonderful being standing in front of them.
And whenever your mind tells you that youâre unlovable, your f/o pulls you against their chest, kisses your forehead, and quietly reminds you:
âYou could never hate yourself enough to make me stop loving you.â
SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY over this adorable Art Fight revenge by @nulli-bug!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! LOOK AT GOEMIS!!! Look at how absolutely adorable and perfect they are together AAAAA!!! I genuinely cannot get over how much I love this! Goemon looks so beautifully awkward too⊠Iâm pinching his cheeks in my mind, my heart, and my soul!!! MY GOEBABBBBYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAA đ
My half of the trade I did with @clancykisser, writing a lil domestic peak into him and Clancy having a lil date, though not without some notable build up! You can also find my half of the trade here! He did me and Peppermint together :3
Well, in truth, nothing actually felt off, so to speak. If anything, things were actually going pretty good for him and Clancy, for the first time in a while. They were not only making music that was making both of them happy, but it was performing rather well amongst their followers. They were rather comfortably on top of rent, and were easily able to stock up their apartment for the next two weeks with groceries. The weather was nice, they were eating well, and they were making art they were proud of. On top of all of that, of course, the two have never felt more in love with each other.
That is, as far as Axel knew. He knew he had never loved Clancy more, as he usually gushed to Torchbearer that he loved Clancy more everyday. This wasnât to say he doubted Clancy loved him, far from it, actually. The way he always gave him long, drawn out good-morning kisses, the way he clung to him whenever Axel was cooking dinner, or even in the way he snuggled up close to him every night like he was an Axel-sized plushie. Despite being a songwriter, it seemed expressing love verbally came hard to Clancy, but it was always clear how he felt through his acts, which Axel didnât mind in the least bit.
Something was up, though, and it was making Axel worried. Lately, Clancy has been getting up earlier than he had, staying in the living room while he cooked, and even coming to bed later. For what felt like most of this past week, Clancy has been even quieter than usual, not even wanting to exchange with his partner at all. Axel has tried to confront him on this, but he would only ever get a mumbled non-answer. It was like a switch had gone off in his mind Sunday night, and he hasnât been the same since Monday morning.
âThis does sound rather unlike Clancy,â Torchbearer remarked after hearing Axel regale him of the past week. The two were out at a local cafe, enjoying some drinks. âYou have tried asking him about this right?â
âAs much as I could,â Axel sighed, eyes falling down to his drink, which he aimlessly stirred. âI donât want to pry too heavily, but itâs getting to the point that itâs starting to concern me. Even beyond our relationship, that something isâŠwrong with him.â
Torchbearer nodded, closing his eyes and crossing his arms. âWait,â he voiced, catching Axelâs attention. âI recall a moment like this beforeâŠa few years back, between him and I. He was dead silent for a few days, and then showed off he had a new song he wrote. He said he was stuck on the chorus for a bit, so that might be why he was so quiet.â
Axel blinked. âYou think heâs got a new song?â
âCould,â he shrugged. âCould also be heâs just thinking deeply about something. He has some kind of idea in his mind, and is saving all his mental focus to just handle that for now. If heâs been like this the whole weekâŠitâs probably big.â
Axel gave a slow nod, sighing a little. âBig enough to ignore me?â
âIf youâre worried itâs something bad, Iâd advise you to dash those concerns,â Torchbearer exclaimed, taking Axelâs hand. âClancy can be enigmatic at times, but never when it comes to his love for you. Whatever it is, itâs probably some grand romantic gesture of sorts. You know how artists are.â
âHehâŠyeah,â Axel chuckled, smiling a bit. That had to be it, right? Heâs known Clancy for a few years now, he knew that he loved him. They did falter here and there with proper communication, but at the end of the day they did talk to each other on issues before they got too out of hand. Surely, if there was an issue, Clancy would have said something days ago. Even then, though, a bit of self doubt still clung to his mind. He just wished he could know what was on his boyfriendâs mind, what he was planning, if anything.
Days passed, and still the same event occurred, so to speak. For any consolation, it was not as if Clancy was acting more distant than he was already; in fact, it seemed to be that he was actually coming closer than he had been over the past week. It wasnât the same as it had been before, but it did give Axel some reprieve to see Clancy standing at the kitchen counter than practically a thousand miles away on the living room couch while he cooked dinner. It was at times like this Axel caught certain expressions on his face, ones that he knew quite well. The kind of face Clancy only made when he was thinking on something deep, usually whenever he wrote. He had teased that it always looked like he was worrying over something, though seeing it now gave Axel himself some worry.
Eventually, the work week came to an end, with Axel trudging up his steps towards his apartment. Maybe it was just a stressful week for him, Axel told himself, trying to keep a positive outlook on it all. I know work really sucks him dry when it comes to his creativity, so maybe it alsoâhuh?
Upon reaching his apartment door, he found a bright blue piece of construction paper folded in half taped to his door, his name written on it in a somewhat sloppy cursive font. Pulling it off and opening it, all that was written was âLobberâs Hill, Temsik Park - Câ and a crude little doodle of Clancy with a large heart. For the first time in a while this whole week, Axel felt a warmth in his heart, and a relaxed smile on his face.
Of course it wasnât going to be anything bad, Axel thought to himself, nodding his head along to the random song playing on the busâs radio. Clancy was just beingâŠClancy. I do wish he was a bit less foreboding about things, but I guess thatâs who he is.
By the time he got to the park, the sun was getting low under the horizon, and the first stars were starting to appear in the sky. Lampposts illuminated most of the main walkways, but up on the hill, the place Axel knew where to go, it stayed nice and dark. Tonight, however, as he came up onto the hill, he found that there was a single, small light there waiting for him, giving a light glow to a certain beanie-wearing individual who had his back turned to him.
âAll alone on a Friday night, huh?â Axel spoke up, with a teasing edge.
Clancy tensed for a moment, and glanced back at his partner. For a second, he looked a little shocked, before relaxing. âSorry, I wasâŠI thought youâd be here earlier.â
âTraffic was pretty heavy. Both on the way back from work and the way here to the park. Hope I didnât keep you waiting too long.â
âJust in time, actually.â Clancy stood up, revealing a small bouquet of sunflowers in his arms. Axelâs face lit up, happily accepting a gift and taking in the soft yet prominent scent of them. âI wanted to get them at the freshest possible timeâŠhad to make a special order at a store a few miles up the road.â
âTheyâre beautiful,â Axel smiled, looking up at his boyfriend. âIs that what was taking up your mind this past week?â
The songwriter blushed a tad, glancing away. âI wanted it to be a surprise, and I was worried Iâd let it slip out when talking with you. I didnât mean to come off any certain way, if I happened to.â
âA little, but itâs okay,â Axel assured him, taking his hand. âIt made for a beautiful night, I must say.â
Clancy seemed to relax upon hearing that, and then gestured at the blanket he had laid out. âCare to gaze with me?â
His partner nodded, and the two were soon laying side by side, looking up into the beautiful night sky. The night was still young, but the park was far enough from the city lights such that they could see the true majesty of the cosmos before them. They took turns pointing out constellations, first the ones they knew, before shifting into just making up ones, trying to make the other laugh with sillier and sillier explanations on how Shelbo the Shoemaker vanquished the mighty hydra.
During a respite between laughter, a thought occurred to Axel, prompting him to turn to his partner. âHeyâŠwas this for any particular occasion? It wasnât an anniversary, was it?â
Clancy shook his head. âI just wanted to do something special for ya,â he replied, turning to face him with a soft smile. âCause I think youâre really special.â
Axel blinked, his expression dropping for a second, before a smile spread across his face, light tears forming in his eyes as he pulled himself over to Clancy, giving him a gentle kiss that his partner returned in full. âI love you,â he whispered, as he snuggled close to him.
âI love you, too, Axel,â he whispered back, hugging his boyfriend tight.
GUYS!!! Look at my new commission by @ruki-nozaka !!! I FINALLY have art of Eris with Part 3 Goemon⊠the most awkward goebaby yet!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!
Honestly, Part 3 Goemon might have the most inconsistent design because his appearance changes right along with the art style LMAO . But he is still BEAUTIFUL⊠a beautiful goe of baby⊠His face is so smoochable. Absolutely smoochful. I need to kiss his entire face immediately.
â Lupin the III, Goemon x Self insert, Goemon x Oc
The Tokyo hideout hummed with the low thrum of a city at dusk, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with something far more potent: love. Specifically, the nauseatingly sweet, all-consuming love that had taken hold of Goemon and Eris and refused to let go.
It had been a year since the agonizingly slow burn of their mutual yearning finally caught fire. Now, they were making up for lost time with an intensity that was driving everyone around them insane.
"Alright, people, focus up," Lupin announced, spreading a set of blueprints across the low table. "The 'Eye of Amaterasu' diamond is being moved to a private vault tomorrow night. Security is triple-redundant, so we need to beâ"
He was cut off by a soft sigh from the couch. Eris was draped across Goemon's lap, tracing patterns on his chest while he, in turn, stroked her hair with a surprising gentleness.
"Did you hear that, my love?" Eris murmured, gazing up at him with wide, adoring eyes. "He said 'triple-redundant.' You're triple-redundant in your perfection."
"As you are in your beauty, my heart," Goemon replied, his voice a low, besotted rumble. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.
Jigen, sitting in his usual armchair with a cigarette dangling from his lips, made a sound of physical pain. "I think I just got a cavity from listening to that."
Lupin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Guys. Heist. Focus. The window for us to get in is only ninety seconds."
"Ninety seconds is an eternity without you," Goemon whispered to Eris, his dark eyes sparkling in a way that had become distressingly common over the past year.
"I can't bear to be apart from you for even a moment, Goebaby," Eris sighed back, snuggling closer. "It's torture."
"Okay, that's it." Lupin clapped his hands loudly. "Eris, off his lap. Goemon, stop looking at her like she's a sunset. We have work to do."
With visible reluctance, Eris slid off Goemon's lap to sit beside him on the couch. The moment she did, Goemon's hand found hers, their fingers lacing together with the practiced ease of two people who were never not touching.
âAs I was saying," Lupin tried again, "the ventilation system is our best bet for entry. Jigen, you'll be on overwatch. Goemon, you'll need to bypass the secondary locks, which are laser-triggered andâ"
He trailed off as he noticed Goemon wasn't listening. He was staring at Eris, a soft, dopey smile on his face. Eris was staring right back, her chin propped in her hand, her expression one of pure adoration.
"Are you two even on this planet right now?" Jigen grumbled.
They both blinked, turning to him as if noticing him for the first time.
"We're listening," Eris said, though her gaze immediately drifted back to Goemon's face. "It's just that my samurai sweetie is so handsome when he's concentrating. It's distracting."
"You are the sun to my moon," Goemon murmured back, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles. "Everything pales in your presence."
Lupin threw his hands up in defeat. "I can't do this! I cannot plan a high stakes international jewel heist while the two of you are reenacting a cheesy romance novel in my living room!"
Fujiko, who had been observing the scene with detached amusement while filing her nails, finally spoke up. "Honestly, you two have single-handedly destroyed the reputation of modern criminals. We're supposed to be mysterious and cool, not... this." She gestured vaguely at their intertwined hands and sappy expressions.
"But love is the coolest mystery of all," Eris said with complete sincerity.
Jigen groaned and stood up. "I'm going out for a smoke. I need to be in a place where people aren't feeding each other... whatever that is."
He was, in fact, referring to the way Goemon was now delicately picking up a piece of amaebi sushi with a pair of chopsticks and holding it to Eris's lips as if it were a priceless ambrosia.
"Do you like it, my cherry blossom?" Goemon asked softly as she accepted the piece of sushi with a small sound of contentment.
"I love anything that comes from you, my warrior king," she replied, then leaned in to kiss a grain of rice from the corner of his mouth.
"THAT'S IT!" Lupin snatched the blueprints from the table. "You know what? Forget it. The heist is off. Clearly, the only jewel you two are interested in stealing is each other's hearts."
He stomped out of the room, muttering about unprofessionalism and diabetic comas. Jigen, having witnessed the sushi feeding incident, had already fled. Fujiko simply shook her head, a small, wry smile on her face, and returned to her filing.
Left alone in the sudden silence, Eris and Goemon finally turned away from each other to look at the empty room.
"Did they say something?" Eris asked, genuinely confused.
"I believe Lupin was discussing a plan," Goemon said thoughtfully, already turning his attention back to her. "But I confess I was too captivated by the way the light catches your eyes to follow the details."
"Oh, you," she giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Always saying the most perfect things."
"Only what is true." He tilted her chin up and their eyes met, another one of their patented, minutes-long, soul searching stares commencing. The world around them, with its heists and dangers, simply faded away.
In a few minutes, Lupin would come back and try to restart the briefing. Jigen would return smelling of smoke and cynicism. Fujiko would offer some cutting but accurate commentary on their behavior.
But for now, in their own little bubble, the air was still, the room was quiet, and two people were so madly in love that nothing else in the world mattered.
"I love you, Goemon," Eris whispered, breaking the silence.
"And I love you," he replied, his voice thick with an emotion that was no longer restrained. "More than all the treasures in the world."
He leaned in to kiss her, a soft, reverent meeting of lips that promised a lifetime of more sickeningly sweet moments to come.
And from the hallway, Jigen's groan was loud and clear.
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