❛ @sheblomd said . . . “You’re my everything.” / for naruto, well her entire team is her everything, but Naruto is the most of her everything nodnod. ❜
𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓. they often had these heart to hearts, more so now that they were older than they ever had before. blue hues blink, surprise coloring naruto's expression. it wasn't as if sakura didn't say nice things sometimes . . . but this feels a little different. normally naruto had an easy time replying, but in the moment he feels at a loss for words. what should he say ? damn it. whiskered cheeks are turning red.
❛ uh . . . really ? ❜ he fidgets a bit, chin lowering. he can't look at her, doesn't want her to see the now blush spreading across his skin. those words seem like they should go to someone else, but she says them with her heart, he can tell. ❛ sure you didn't mean to say that to sasuke ? ❜ he adds awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
three word sentences. — accepting.
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these did not start out being AU sketches but i guess they are now
nami suffers a tremendously rare loss in this betting pool because she was sooooooo sure that the blockheads getting their shit straight (lol) would involve a cataclysmic event and did not even remotely consider that they'd sort things out mostly like adults AND ALSO act more or less the same about it. robin just Knows. luffy didn't participate because "it wouldn't be fair" (<- thinks they've been together since about a month after they met) (is both incorrect and way more correct than anyone else knows) (including zoro and sanji)
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I AM SCREAMING. NO MORE FADING TO BLACK.
WE FINALLY GET A KISSING SCENE.
they always release these trailers just when i'm about to head to bed lol... pls infold, ya girl is trying to get some beauty sleep but now i'll be up all night thinking about these guys and their new upcoming memories... i am literally so weak
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arlecchino has recieved many nicknames from you over the years. love and dearest are her favourites, though she does sometimes field darling as well. when you’re feeling mischievous, arlie takes the stage. and when you’re feeling especially tender, under the sheets with the warm hearth crackling away opposite the bed, perrie graces her ears as gentle as your embrace.
she thought, perhaps naively, that you’d run out of clever little ideas for yet more nicknames for her. but tonight, as you pick out your necklace from your vanity, you surprise her yet again.
“angel, can you help me with this?”
and arlecchino, fourth of the fatui harbingers, father of the house of the hearth, goes completely and utterly still. her hands, which were busy fixing her cufflinks, pause midair as she looks at you in the mirror with a thoroughly perplexed expression. when she finally finds her voice again, it’s uncharacteristically tentative.
“angel?”
you return her look in the mirror, head tilted at a questioning 45 degrees. “my necklace, i can’t clasp it on my own.”
“no, i—“ she huffs, mildly exasperated, but steps over to help you with the necklace. it’s a delicate gold chain, with an iridescent rainbow rose charm hanging from it. a gift she’d gotten you for your birthday. “what do you mean, ‘angel’?”
“what about it?” you ask with a smile, leaning back into the delicate touch of her warm hands against your nape. “it’s quite cute, no? unless you dislike it?”
“i don’t dislike it,” she corrects, her eyes in the mirror fixed on the way the charm rests delicately above your sternum. “i merely find it… unexpected. i’m afraid i do not see how it fits.”
you hum at that, turning in your seat to face her. you take one of her dark hands, then work on fixing her cufflinks which had previously been forgotten. they’re cast in silver, and encrusted with a single, shining gem. it gleams the same colour as your eyes.
“after you gave the children that… lesson—“ Arlecchino’s expression pinches ever so slightly in something close to guilt at the small bite in your words, “—they’ve all been telling me about those wings of yours that you keep hidden. Angel happened to be one of the many descriptors used.”
You conveniently leave out the part where the children added ‘of death’ behind it. To your uses, it is blissfully unnecessary, despite how accurate it may be.
“I… see.”
You pat her hands once you’ve fixed both cufflinks, intertwining your fingers with hers as you stand from your vanity stool. Arlecchino’s expression is caught between bewilderment, surprise and the barest hint of mirth. You press a gentle kiss to her cheek, then squeeze her hand.
“Well? Shall we go, angel? Our reservation is in twenty minutes.”
Arlecchino clears her throat, then nods. Turns her gaze slightly to the side so she doesn’t have to see what she knows is an abjectly self-satisfied grin on your face at the delicate flush on her pale cheeks, her body betraying her at just how she really feels at this new nickname.
“Yes, of course. Let’s go, dearest.”
And as she walks hand in hand with you on the way to the restaurant, trailing but a few inches behind you with her eyes resting on the way your profile glows in the setting sun, she can’t help but think—if she really is an angel, then her only god would be you.
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