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[erosyrup]

Completely forgot about this sketch I did for my Eros and Psyche fic. Well...why is Enjolras burning on a stake? Read the first (and only....) chapter to find out!

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[peppidableppi]

[konohans]

🌷 for sakura . smirks

you chose: to kiss my muse.

there is a day, just shy off a few weeks before spring bloomed, that has been deemed by civilian as the day to celebrate romantic love. young ladies and men confessed to their crushes, chocolates were hugely exchanged, and couples typically take the day to spend together. in all honesty, sakura hasn't the slightest idea how it begun nor the origin of where it'd all started, but she'd known since she was a child how quickly enraptured everyone would get, being swept by the rose-tinted atmosphere. one of her fondest memories would always be of her father returning home with her mother's favourite flowers and her favourite sakuramochi, specially purchased from land of the sky. her mother, in turn, would cook for tōsan his favourite dishes, and they'd have their evening together, and sakura knows they will spend their night reminiscing by the engawa, sharing the mochi.

their declaration of love, in truth, is routined and simple; something her eleven-year old had balked and rolled her eyes at, insisting that her father and mother could absolutely do better. after all, ino-chan's papa has a flower shop! if they'd wanted, sakura could probably ask ino-chan to decorate their whole house with flowers! that's be waaaaay more romantic. her kāsan had rolled her eyes at her theatrics then, while her big brother had called her stupid to her face – something their mother immediately chastised him about – as tōsan laughed and patted her head comfortingly. that'd be too much to clean up afterwards, wouldn't it ? plus, i'd like to think, at our age, the simpler the better. it would never mean i love your mother any less.

he'd gone and hug her then, squeezing her from side to side, a hug she'll admit much later she will always crave for, and says to her so gently, you would get it one day, sakura-chan.

sakura still isn't sure if she does, given that the closest she'd gotten to anything romantic following her first hopeful encounter of it had been ino gifting her flower every time this time of the year comes about, though even that had quickly established itself as something obligatory than anything. ( just as the carefully selected chocolate she will later get for team ten in her early teens will become, even if sakura doesn't think that categorising them as obligatory is apt. she has owed them a lot; and she thinks she will continue to be happily indebted to them for many years to come. ) by the time adulthood settles, her idea of romance is as fine as attempting to glue broken pieces of a claypot together, fractured and confusing.

months ago, in the peak of summer, she had kissed naruto. then some time in early autumn, he had kissed her back, and the brokenness of all she knew splintered under both of their feet. she had broken the boundary she didn't know she's set, and she'd watched the flame of consequences licked everything in its path. truth be told, sakura still isn't sure how they both had managed to drag themselves out of it, but she supposes if there was one thing one would not dispute about team seven, is that they could easily put each other through hell. that there would still be a lot of love left for them to cling to one another despite it. so she clung, and so did naruto. and now ... in a time when the frost of winter is slowly ebbing to make way for the coming spring, naruto kisses her again, having just returned from a week-long diplomatic mission, and sakura melts into it, hands tentatively reaching to his face, recognising the roughness the budding stubble across his jaw before she winds her arms around him. pulls him close.

naruto kisses in broad strokes and a hunger that matches sakura's greediness. where he pokes through, she bends; opening her mouth right under the command of his tongue, and moaning a little each time he's tempted to draw away. perhaps there ought to be a bit of modesty in this, but sakura could feel the possessiveness she typically sweeps away takes hold over her so easily. it yells : take him in, take him in, take him in. let him mark you. let him overwhelm you. let him leave a shape in you. this is how much you've wanted him; this is how much, for him, you will come undone. this is how he must remember you.

❛⠀dummy, ❜ she whispers finally, when they do take the time to break apart, their foreheads resting together.

❛⠀i told you you shouldn't have rushed over to come back, ❜ because she'd expected it, expected that maybe she could miss this year's day of love as well, or that maybe naruto wouldn't have even remembered it, especially with the fact that he's stationed away. ( though it hasn't stopped sakura from delivering the box with the assorted chocolate his way, wondering quietly if it did arrive to him. had katsuyu-sama been successful, or had she missed him ? though even the thought is humbling. katsuyu-sama had seemed delightful to have helped with the task, but sakura feels embarrassed that she'd resorted to a nin-summon to be able to do it at all. ) ❛⠀are you okay ? did you hurt yourself ? ❜

this is typical. sakura does a quick swipe, stopping only when she could determine that he's physically uninjured and well. then, and only then, does sakura wrap her arms around him again, buries her face into his shoulder, and pulls his whole height in.

❛⠀welcome back, naruto. ❜

routined and simple. maybe she does get it now, tōsan.

@osumaki — be my valentine ? ( yes. )

[faieth]

FAUST LAVINIA * PROMISE OF WIZARD. written by quin.

she will tell you that she is the worst person who is the harbinger of doom and will cause everyone around her to get hurt. miss "i am a heartless and evil wizard so don't even bother" type bitch

IN REALITY he actually is a really soft-hearted cat lover that got fucked over so hard by his childhood best friend that he claims he entered his joker arc. except the joker arc is becoming a shut in for 400 years and cursing people out of hatred and guilt

so like the moon cursed him so now whenever he goes to sleep his dreams are projected like illusions around him. there is no hiding it. no escape. she will never sleep in front of anyone.

the narrative has decided that she is the parent of the two mentally ill ass teenagers that she teaches, and they are correct because he loves kids!!

so did i mention they're a magic teacher? maybe if you can convince her she would teach you magic. good luck tho..... cause brother you're gonna need it

crazy story is that faust is actually the promise of wizard equivalent to jeanne d'arc. i hope this makes people wonder what the fuck happens in promise of wizard

he might look like a victorian woman but faust also actually was the co-leader of a revolution and was on the front lines of war for a handful of years.

out of all the sage wizards she is the one with the most sense and is by far the most serious one.

this also means that he is the most gap moe of them all, ok?

overall she is very mysterious and does not like to talk about herself at all and claims to hate humans and dislikes interacting with people. tch, typical eastern wizard 🙄

#NAV. #GUIDELINES. #APPLICATION. #STATS.