#genshin impact selfship

[si0writes]

gonna try my first self ship game!!

been really into aesthetic station vids lately so reblog with your f/o and I’ll assign them a piece of stationary!!

example with my bby boy 💙🪼

pen link

antis pls be respectful, this post was made by a proshipper!! don’t like, don’t look!

[sarahsartistportfolio]

So many of you are passing up on Venti as a potential husbando lol That's fine, he's singing me sweet lullabies to sleep💕

[sxaras]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

hello welcome ! my name’s luma and welcome to my genshin impact selfship event. the theme is the 2024 lantern rite! take your f/o’s to liyue and celebrate this years lantern rite with them! at the time of posting this, the complete lantern rite is not out yet. but you are more than welcome to create your own events/wait until the complete event is out. established relationships or mutual pining are completely okay! i hope you enter and enjoy this event! happy writing!

just send an ask with your oneshot/drabble title & f/o(s) if you want to join !

the rules for this event are as follows:

this is a selfship event. if you are against selfships, please dni.

proshippers dni.

no nsfw (suggestive is okay, please note i am a minor (17), i won’t be offended if you do not want to interact with me because of this rule).

word count does not matter.

selfships with my main f/o’s (Xiao and Scaramouche) and my f/o’s in general are alright to enter despite me not being comfy with sharing them. i want to be as inclusive as possible!

oc’s and self inserts are allowed.

the event will end when the patch 4.4 ends, i.e. when the lantern rite event ends. but extensions are more than welcome! just let me know!

have fun! this is to hopefully cause some happiness and joy within yourself and i hope i can provide that with this event!

participants !

FEEL LIKE I AM BREATHING — xiao, scaramouche | @sxaras

[qilinkisser]

You have to imagine that they're telling her a very silly pun

Reblogs appreciated! Gan.yu (right) uses she/her! S/I (left) uses they/them!

[lochfolk-lover]

taglist [pm or send an ask off anon if you’d like to be added or removed from my taglist]: @void-kissed @iammarriedtotwogamiirl @thatslikesometaldude @ava-ships @bipocselfship-archive @takasgf @softskiesahead @sparklings-sweetheart @fosforflower @byakuyas-darling @ninasrandomships @yoomtahsgf

I drew me and Rhodeia! This took so long — fullbodies are pretty hard ahaha- I think this turned out pretty well though! I'm proud of it, and it's been a while since I drew me and Rho 💖

[ this post is ok to rb! please reblog my art ]

[azxremoon]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU — GENSHIN IMPACT

summary : even in a different world, the strings of fate draw us together.

characters : arataki itto

themes : canon x self insert, college au, fluff, mildly self indulgent

notes : i am not to be perceived I AM SO EMBARRASSED LMAOOO

it all starts when arataki “numero uno” itto sits next to her in professor kamisato’s introduction to business course.

it’s the first day of the semester and he’s late. the “twenty minutes in and they’re already done reviewing the obnoxiously lengthy syllabus that looks more like a contract and now no one’s sure what to do with themselves” kind of late. it’s none of lumii’s business and certainly nothing close to their responsibility to see who’s late or absent, but their eyes are drawn to him like a moth to a flame the second he steps into the classroom. it’s difficult to tell whether or not he realizes that as he casually strolls into the classroom, door loudly clicking shut behind him. the professor, merely glancing at the new arrival, merely continues to read from one of his many papers, but his words are muddled. adorable sheepishness flits across his face and then he’s jogging up the aisle, two steps at a time.

the mechanical pencil that’s been dancing between her fingers clatters in front of her and along the lined paper of her notebook, but she doesn’t give it much mind. lumii’s eyes wander from the graceful fluttering of his pink-tipped, snowy hair with each effortless lunge to the red tattoos that travel from his face and beneath the royal purple sports jacket, then away before they can be caught staring. they have a bad habit of not being particularly subtle with just about anything. whether it’s harmless coincidence or punishment for being an awkward freak, he files his way across the rows of seats until he’s settling down in the empty seat next to her. he doesn’t say anything if he caught her staring, instead reclining back with a long exhale through his nose.

lumii doesn’t look at him after that, nor do they say anything. professor kamisato’s lips move and they recollect their pencil between their fingers, ready and prepared to write literally anything down, but any and all of his words refuse to register. he could be threatening to drop their grades because he was having a bad day for all they knew, but that concern only dawned on her hours later while she was in her dorm. the part of her that desperately wants to be friendly with someone so cool and utterly pretty pieces words together until they create a semi-normal introduction, but they become lodged in their throat until their shyness convinces them to discard the attempt before they even tried. that doesn’t stop the distracting hypothetical thoughts, however.

lumii keeps their head down, but that’s hardly new. everything about inazuma university is beyond intimidating. the magnificent campus, the ancient and gorgeous architecture, the people bustling about and filling the crisp air with chatter. it’s beautiful beyond words, but there’s something suffocating about it at the very same time. it makes a countryside outsider like them feel out of place and home has never felt so far away than it does then. they hear the occasional whispers of the “arataki gang” around campus in passing, namely in conjunction with professor raiden and her assistant, but it’s clear that not many people actually take the group seriously. lumii would be lying if they said they didn’t feel bad or wasn’t curious.

there’s an unspoken routine set into place that’s developed after the course of a couple weeks. professor kamisato’s lecture ends and itto—who’s made it a strange habit of sitting beside them, despite the many other open and available seats—is one of the first to leave and join the boys waiting for him on the other side of the door. lumii, avoiding the dwindling crowd of peers that descend the stairs and file out of the room, is one of the last to leave. they share small exchanges, asking to borrow their pencils (and mindlessly chews the eraser off of) or what was said that the other may have missed, but nothing more than that and things are actually civil. not as familiar as lumii wishes and they’re not sure if he even knows their name, but they’re okay with that.

innocently, they assume that today is going to be no different than any other day they experienced in the past two months of the semester and they’re right. it starts out that way, anyways. class is dismissed and itto is gone after handing back their mangled pencil and a thanks punctuated with a toothy smile that flashes sharp canines and leaves her stomach fluttering. lumii piles their notebooks in front of them and reaches for the bag at their feet to stuff them into, but their fingers brush against something soft, round, and too still to be alive and yet they still jump. they reluctantly pick it up and sitting in their palm is the all too familiar plush charm belonging to her classmate, the silver clasp attached to its back dangling beside it and obviously broken.

“um, excuse me?”

the few eyes already on them turns into many within seconds, and it’s just as quick that lumii wishes that they hadn’t said anything at all. the group’s laughter and conversations ease into silence, but they’re still aware of every faceless peer chatting around them as they pass by. it seems to be enough for her classmate to glimpse over his shoulder and when he realizes he’s being spoken to he turns upwards to her from where he’s sitting in the plastic chair. he smiles in recognition, but he’s the only one and that comes as no surprise. none of their gazes are anywhere close to being hostile, but there’s a clear curiousness and caution around the cafeteria table made up of the arataki gang.

oh no, lumii thinks when blue meets an orange-red. his eyes are gorgeous.

lumii clears her throat as she shuffles around in her pocket, doing her hardest to swallow her shyness and utter embarrassment. “i think this fell off your bag.”

they liked to think that this was some sort of divine intervention. they weren’t going to hold onto someone else’s belongings just because they were a bit shy, but that didn’t mean this was any less overwhelming. the idea of simply leaving a note on his desk or trying to be sneaky and clip it back onto his bag while he wasn’t looking flashed through her mind, even in the moment, but she waved that away. arataki itto was everything lumii wanted to be, and that didn’t even touch on how cool he seemed to be. how could he want to be friends with someone who couldn’t even look him in the eyes?

lumii extends her hand and in it sits a small charm about the size of her palm, but even that was being generous. with golden horns and designs of the same brilliance across its pudgy body, a little brown ox stares back at his owner. there’s something fantastical about it that makes them hesitate to even call it that and she’s sure she’s never seen anything like it before. over its back is a black temple-like rooftop with red felt beneath it and gold along the top making an intricate face. thick eyebrows (eyebrows! on an ox!) frame its eyes in an attempt to create an intimidating expression, but fails from how utterly adorable it is.

“ushi!” he beams in palpable relief the second his eyes lock onto the little guy. “welcome back, little buddy! we thought we lost you!”

he snatches ushi (holy archons, he named it. that’s so cute) from her in his excitement and cradles him close to his face. he affectionately rubs their cheeks together, nearly smothering the charm by size difference. she can practically see tears streaming down his face. behind him and circled around the table, his friends ease up and cheer for ushi’s return. maybe she was dehydrated or her lack of sleep was catching up to her, but she could have sworn she heard a disembodied moo but could not pin-point its source. she didn’t think she wanted to open that can of worms.

a flick of his eyes away from ushi must remind him that they’re in front of him (just as they were going to escape, too) because he raises his head and flashes a warm smile that spans from ear to ear. his teeth are sharp, unnaturally so, at the canines and she dares say that there are little diamonds that make up the shape of his pupils. it’s only then that she finally realizes how much taller he is than her that she has to crane her neck up unless she wants to be face first with his chest. the crimson horns glimmer proudly in the light before she can focus on what’s eye-level to her. lumii doesn’t know what he sees across her expression, but his doesn’t falter for a second and instead intensifies.

“he’s, um...that must be really special to you,” she points out and feels ridiculous by how stupid it sounds aloud.

“my granny made him for me!” he beams and lumii melts. “his name’s ushi! and i’m arataki itto! thanks, i really owe you one...lumii, right?”

lumii, a little appalled that he actually caught her name, nods quickly and grips onto the straps of her backpack over one shoulder. she expects the usual awkwardness that comes with talking with people she’s not familiar with and while it lingers in the background, there’s something comfortable about him; as if they’re talking with an old friend, yet they couldn’t figure out why. he doesn’t seem to mind her silence and drops back into his seat, dragging an empty chair from the table across from them over next to him. he pats the seat and looks back up to them with such warm friendliness that they can’t say no.

seeing the arataki gang around campus becomes frequent, if not routine, after ushi’s return that it becomes increasingly more difficult to consider it coincidence. it’s totally possible that they just never noticed how often they passed each other after keeping their head down for so long, but that doesn’t feel completely true. the small handful of them that awaits for itto outside poke their heads through the doorway, wave, and casually greet them. the group’s appearance in their life is sudden and a bit abrupt, but quickly becomes their normal until lumii can confidently apply names to the faces she once considered to belong to complete strangers.

lumii’s invited to eat and hang out with them before long, often sitting beside shinobu and happily listening to her recall stories of how she’d get the group out of trouble. she’s a little shocked when itto recalls the little things she does, some of which she’s never noticed herself. such as the way she holds the end of her favorite pen by her lips when her hands are busy; how important notes are in light blue ink; how she has to organize everything on her desk specifically before she can comfortably work or listen during lectures; or even how she watches the time when she gets antsy. he dares call her habits and her embarrassment cute afterwards! 

lumii can’t say that she hasn’t caught onto some of his own habits and quirks that have him blinking owlishly at her. such as the way he slowly rubs his thumbs along his horns, or the way his fingers mindlessly comb the bangs out of his face but it doesn’t have the intended effect. she starts carrying a nail file and comb on her after that. the glare he directs towards beans, accompanied by a full-body shiver, is enough for her to try and direct him away from them. the notes he takes are short and minimal, but ushi is typically kept in his lap or at the corner of the page he’s writing and glanced to before he continues before he can stop.

although their rooms are on different levels, hanging out in their respective dorms becomes common for lumii and itto. the first time he’s welcomed in their dorm, however, they’re hiding their bubbling anxiety behind a smile and golden hair that curtains the sides of their face. it’s full of personal belongings that makes them vulnerable and she can’t look him in the eye once the door swings open, nerves and hypotheticals eating away at her soul. mementos of their travels decorate the walls and the surfaces that make up the left side of their room while mountains of round plushes surround a massive purple slime at the foot of their bed on the other.

their mind can’t conjure criticisms in the sound of his voice, but they still prepare themselves for what never comes. instead, he beams and says something too fast for their ears to catch and flies forward. they pick their head up and watch as he yanks the electro slime high in the air with an infectious smile. the babies, hardly the size of lumii’s palm, crumble and she can practically hear them call for their missing friend. he settles down on the chair adjacent to their desk and gazes at the mementos scattered about, namely the photographs of old friends in wooden frames that make her heart ache in remembrance and mourn their distance.

study sessions become commonplace within their schedules and she’s grateful that he’s able to use what time he has in his rather hectic days for her. confusion twists across his face and lumii takes the time to explain it to the best of their ability, breaking it down until dawning realization blooms beautifully across his face. they feel awful if they don’t understand something enough to help, but they bond over how “this makes no freaking sense!” before lumii can linger in their guilt. even if they ended up abandoning the texts in lieu of hanging out with the others, they still consider it time well-spent.

there are times when they sit close enough in class or when they’re studying that their arms press together and neither of them move away, let alone draw attention to it. their knuckles brush while they walk together and their fingers graze when they both reach out. lumii will never forget the close proximity between them when he turned their head. they could feel his breath across their skin, the study materials forgotten about as their eyes met for what felt like forever. itto leans away and stumbles over his words as he flips to another page, she was none the wiser to the scarlet across his cheeks up to his ears.

itto invited them to go with him and the boys to a party on campus and, unable to say no to such an excited face, attended. everything about it was overwhelming, but they knew itto was having fun and having fun that they stuck around and in his shadow. he quickly picked up on the fact that something was wrong and they left with a quick text to the group chat, although lumii was super embarrassed. he assured them that it was okay and told them that their comfort came first. they ended up going back to itto’s dorm to battle with the beetles he secretly keeps there and watch a movie afterwards, until they both fell asleep beside each other.

© azxremoon, 2023. do not edit, translate, or repost my work on any platform.

[astral-express-family]

I wanna interact w/ ppl who self-ship with the same characters I do. So I'm reaching out a branch via Genshin, which I think is the fandom that has the most out of mine.

If you self-ship with

- Paimon

- Bennett

- Kaeya

- Diluc

In any capacity, then please come into my ask box/interact with this post! Nothing NSFW though, all my Genshin selfships are platonic atm. Plus, the three guys are my brothers.

No pressure if you're uncomfortable sharing f/os, though!

[dime420]

Day 3 of my October Selfshipping challenge:

I love this silly little alchemist with my heart man. Like if he gets/has a figure I'm getting it one day. 😭 anyway ya'll know what comfort charater letters are right? I hope so anyways I've just thought of getting like a good amount of cash to get some letters for characters I like cause what atleast am I gonna do on life?? Touch grass? Nawww I have to sensitive skin for that I don't want to feel itchy all day 🤧

[sleepygamerotaku]

this doesn't look very good but i'm gonna ignore that for now. this is my selfship so please don't hate on me for this

Genshin Impact,sdr2(?) - Cyno x Chiaki x Tighnari moodboard - not requested

[selfship-muses]

a special new letter has arrived in our mailbox ♡ it’s addressed to venti from a mr. thoma! it reads:

To my dove,

I hope you’re not reading this after having finished a bottle of wine.. or, are you? Too bad I’m not there to check for myself! Of course, I didn’t wish for it to be this way but.. it can’t be helped. Instead, why not read this letter?

I’ve finished tidying up around the house and gone about most of my chores without any hitches. While my next plan was originally to head out to the market and purchase some groceries, I, however, got the random idea to write to you. So, here I am since Lady Ayaka was kind enough to lend me a few of her supplies.

It’s a bit difficult to write when nothing major has happened in the past few weeks. If you’d like me to tell you all about the latest sales and discounts, however..

No, I’m just kidding! Hm, it’s more like I’m at a loss of words when it comes to you. It’s a bit difficult being apart for so long, don’t you think?

Say, that just gave me an idea. How about we get matching accessories? That way, I’ll always have something that reminds me of you — and you, me.

Think about it a little, then write me back your thoughts. I know of a few merchants that specialize exactly in this sort of stuff so you can count on me to figure out the rest! How about it? The expenses will be on me, of course.

Yours truly,

Thoma

[risustravelogue]

smooch smooch hubby's birthday art

Kurisu self-inserting herself utc because of course :3

I'm the one who opened the door for Lumi and Paimon, hehe.

"Let's just..." *steals a peck at those lips* "... let him snooze. We woke up late this morning and he didn't have time to get his coffee because he suddenly remembered that he had urgent things to take care of at the office despite today being Saturday. Pardon his sleepiness.

"Hm? What am I doing in his office? I'm tagging along because he was being extra clingy, something about not wanting to let me out of his sight today. Uh, don't tell him I told you that. And it's not like I have anything special to do anyway; he doesn't like grand birthday celebrations.

"Speaking of, would you like to join us for lunch later?"

[sxaras]

₊˚ෆ NOW PLAYING . . . CONSUME - Chase Atlantic, GOON DES GARCONS !

୨⎯ LUMXIAO ⎯୧

transported into the world of teyvat, luma thought they could never be loved by those they loved dearly. feeling hopeless, they journey to liyue without a care in the world.

they made it to liyue without running into danger, much to their dismay. checking into wangshu inn, they mindlessly wandered to the balcony.

luma had hoped to meet xiao but it was a shot in the dark. a part of them didn’t expect to anyway, but archons, they had wished on the stars in the sky.

one day, they were wandering aimlessly, trying to find something that could kill them when they stumbled upon a group of hilichurls.

yes, finally they could end it all. see the beauty in death. they had wished for this day ever since they lost their grandfather. they trotted closer to the group, alerting them.

they were battered and bruised and their vision was going blurry and blotted. just as a hilichurl was about to land a final hit, a mist of green appeared, wiping the tribe out instantly.

it took luma a few moments to speak because wow, xiao looked even more majestic in person. “are you okay?” he asked gruffly. his voice was even prettier than they imagined.

“no! i can’t believe you saved me!” luma bit back bitterly, pouting. “why wouldn’t i? you’re lucky i did!” “i wanted to die!” they exasperated, tearing up. it all flooded back to them. the pain, the rejection, the loss, the fact he’ll never love them back.

“you wanted to.. why?” he could see the pain in their eyes. pain he felt, pain he knew. “why do you care?” luma scoffed, beginning to walk away.

“wait! you’re wounded,” he called out, clasping their arm. no, don’t do this, they thought, don’t do this to me. turning, they looked at him with that same broken expression.

“come back to wangshu inn, i’ll tend to your wounds,” the yaksha offered. a hesitated look appeared in luma’s eyes before accepting reluctantly.

the two walked back in silence, causing luma’s heart to thud through their chest.

xiao guided them to his room, letting them sit on the sofa. “i’ll be right back, don’t move,” he ordered, sensing luma would run off the second he left. he was right. they didn’t know if they could last another minute with them.

all they wanted to do was hug him and tell him how much he meant to them. but, they couldn’t. they had to hold back.

xiao came back with some medicine and treated their wounds. “why are you doing this?” luma breathed out. “because you’re injured. why wouldn’t i?” “cause i’m a stranger.”

“you’re injured though. of course i’m going to help,” he scoffed, finishing applying the soothing cream to their wound on their arm. once he was done, they swiped their arm away.

luma murmured a thank you before abruptly exiting the room, leaving xiao in silence.

luma broke down that night in their room at the inn. the pain was too much. the thoughts of being unloved and unwanted flooded back to them. why did it have to be them? why did they have to be so.. unattractive?

this was a repetitive pattern—luma getting themselves into risky situations and xiao coming and saving them. he had no clue why they didn’t call for him, until he remembered.

“why do you wish to die?” xiao asked them, patching up their wounds. they would also leave immediately after so he figured it’d be the best time to ask now more than ever.

“i don’t have any reasons to live—everyone i lived for has died or left me,” they briefly explained, wincing at the sting as the medicinal cream made contact with their skin.

“…i understand how you feel,” he said, continuing to nurse their wounds. xiao paused his actions when he saw their body shake. looking up, he found them crying.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” they apologized over and over, embarrassed of their human emotions. “don’t be. you’re human after all,” he scoffed, trying to gently pull their hands from their face.

“i was just i kid, you know,” they began, “i was thirteen when i lost my grandfather. he was my light, my whole fucking world and—” they stopped themselves, remembering he wouldn’t care about something as foolish as their losses.

“go on,” he said, “if it helps you feel better, than you’re more than welcome to talk about it.” “no, i don’t wanna bother you with it.” “are all humans are stubborn as you?” he scoffed again.

“no, i’m one of a kind,” they blurted out. it was a joke to them, but xiao took it seriously. “you certainly are,” he muttered, noting his previous encounters with them.

“huh?” luma hummed. “nothing, nothing.” xiao shook his head. with a shake of their head, luma dashed out of the room, leaving xiao alone once again.

when the lantern rite came around, luma spent it on the balcony, looking out at the pretty lanterns. they yearned to spend it with someone. but, they had made no friends in teyvat, other than verr goldet, who enjoyed their company very much.

“it’s you,” xiao noted, causing luma to spin around, trying to find the source of the voice that belonged to the yaksha they fell in love with. it took a second to realize he was on the roof.

“xiao…” they said breathlessly, utterly in awe with his appearance as usual. “aren’t you going to enjoy the lantern rite?” he asked. “no, i don’t have anyone to spend it with,” they murmured, enough for him to hear.

a flash of green appeared beside luma and there was xiao. “what is your name?” “luma..” they muttered. “luma,” he repeated. they gripped the fence on the balcony, tears brimming their eyes.

“xiao,” they began, choking. “what’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone.

“i…i love you, xiao. i love you more than words can describe and it breaks me inside that you’ll never love me back—that you can’t love me back. you’re my only escape from the harsh reality of losing the people who gave me a reason to live. you saved me. you made me want to live. but you can never love me the way i love you so immensely.”

xiao’s eyes widened. he’s never been confessed to. who would? he felt as if he couldn’t be loved. but, he found safety and comfort in luma. he felt as if they slightly understood what he went through. but, they were respectful enough to never say it was the same situation. but, the loss and pain, they knew all too well.

“i’m sorry but—” “don’t say anything. it’ll break my heart to hear it,” they whispered, but he heard. “you can’t be with me, luma. my karmic debt—” “i know, xiao. i know. i don’t care. cause either way, i’d take my last breath loving you.”

luma finally looked at him. the faintest shade of red appeared on his cheeks. was he blushing? luma was too dense to realize he was.

“you look so beautiful under this moonlight,” he stated bluntly and breathlessly. luma felt their cheeks and face heat up. they felt lightheaded, like they could almost pass out.

“kiss me like you mean it then,” they said with the same bluntness. luma had no clue where this confidence came from. usually, they were a shell of themselves, never wanting to overstep boundaries. archons, they hoped they didn’t overstep. they just wanted to kiss him so bad.

xiao slowly clasped their chin and kissed them tenderly. they were both incredibly inexperienced but soon got the hang of it. once they pulled away, luma kept him close, leaning their forehead against his.

tears spilled from their eyes as they said, “i’ll take my last breath loving you, xiao. you don’t have to return my feelings. no one ever has—” xiao kissed them again. this person has gone through so much pain. pain he knew all too well.

“live your life, luma. you deserve many great things. don’t be burdened by me,” he breathed out. “i can’t. i can’t stay away from you. i love you too much to lose you—to lose someone else,” they explained, shaking their head.

“i said i’d take my last breath loving you, xiao. that’s a promise.”

TROPE !

☆ fated love ☆

AESTHETIC !

dividers by: @cafekitsune

[kay-selfships]

at least i’m self aware about my hypocrisy

[jazz670]

Got caught

[lyneyselfship]

Adorable beans ♥️ I just love how Lynette is a full cat while Lyney and freminet are melusine

(gotta love Charlotte sneaking on them)

[alatushours]

mini post, happy ( belated ) valentine’s day <3

you find him waiting for you under the fading daylight.

you tap his shoulder, and he turns to face you, looking slightly nervous.

“hey,” you smile at him, and he feels as if he’s looking right at the sun. “what did you need from me?”

he scratches the back of his head, unsure of what to say. “i- uh. i… wanted to give you something.

“for me?” you tilt your head in surprise, and he can’t help but admire just how beautiful you are under the setting sun’s rays.

you’re such a star, he thinks. how did i ever manage to catch a shooting star like you?

he holds out his hand to you. in his hand lies a small bouquet of flowers; the leaves slightly crumpled, petals falling off of one of the blossoms; but beautiful nevertheless.

“i, um… wanted to make up to you for yesterday. i’ve never really had a reason to celebrate valentine’s day, but after meeting you, i… want to make you happy. i’m sorry for not doing anything special for you. i know this isn’t anything fancy, but… i hope that you’ll like these, maybe?”

you look up at him; take the bouquet out of his hands. he waits, wondering if he should have done more. you deserved the world; hell, he would’ve found a way to bring the moon to you if you asked. but what could someone like him do?

and then you laugh, and his hearts feels as if it was about to explode.

“oh, my love. of course,” you place your hand on his cheek; your voice reminds him of the sea, gentle and soothing. “you don’t have to apologize. i don’t need you to give me dinner at a fancy restaurant or a diamond necklace to be happy. you didn’t even have to get me flowers.”

you give him a kiss, and his heart melts at the thought of just how lucky he was to have someone like you.

“all i need for valentine’s, is you.”

☆ — xiao, dan heng, zoro + your faves <3

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