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upsidedog · 8 months

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i am so charmed by a lumax wedding because it’s not even something max thought would happen. like she assumed weddings were something the girl makes happen and the guy puts up with. and because she had no desire for one, so there’s no reason it would happen.

among other things weddings are an exorbitant and performative show of love, max loves lucas and she doesn’t care whether or not other people know or believe this. at it’s best marriage to her has been a representation of failed dreams and at it’s worst it’s been a tool to manipulate people who need to get away to stay. maybe they will get married for the tax benefits, she thinks.

this is until max and lucas are older and living together, they’re chilling on the couch and lucas mentions his family has been asking when he’s planning to propose and if that’s something max even wants? max doesn’t care, she doesn’t plan on going anywhere, a certificate won’t change anything and she's not crazy about parties. she doesn’t ask how he feels, he brings it up, that “actually i want a wedding.”

that is saying the least, lucas wants a wedding more than anything. he loves max and he doesn’t need to prove that to anyone, but he’s happy and he wants to share that with others! he wants to work with max to make marriage a positive thing to them, he wants to celebrate their love, everything they’ve been through. also, hell, he’s only human, he wants to show off! he wants to dress really cool and go to a really cool place and show the world know how awesome he and his girlfriend are. HIS WIFE!!!

most of all, lucas wants the moment near the end of the night, where the party’s getting loud and everybody wants his attention, but max asks if he wants to get out of there and he says yes. not out out, just outside the venue. it’s dark and the once booming music is now faint, they sit and catch up, complain about their families, laugh about their friends. max holds lucas’s hand and plays with his wedding ring, she whispers something sweet before asking him to dance. it’s the best part of the night and nobody will know about it but them.

suddenly max decides she wants a wedding.

#lumax #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #stranger things #to be clear i think it isn't really that max becomes excited for a wedding - i think it's more that she is incredibly touched by what it #means to lucas and wants to give that to him #i don't think she would ever be crazy about all that attention on her but she loves that it makes lucas happy and loves how much he cares #about her #and i also think lucas is aware of this. he loves weddings and the idea of being married is romantic and beautiful to him and he loves that #max understands where he's coming from and feels loved by his explination but also he knows it's something he will enjoy more and that's ok #lucas would be a very good wedding planner #also they would have this discussion then formulate oppisite plans catering to the other's love language #lucas would be like 'i'm gonna do something so private and sweet for max to propose' and max would be like 'i am going to go all out in #public to propose' and luckily max gets to hers first because it was way harder to do #nonetheless i am being cheesy ignore me

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cocosnowlo-drawings · 4 months

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Shumako gives me life

#one of my favorite ships #I love power couples man #two people who know who they are and what they want are so essential for healthy relationships #this is so cheesy but hey even I like romantic shit sometimes #makoto niijima #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #persona #persona 5 #p5 #p5 joker #p5r #Cocosnowlo #makoto nijima #shumako

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drarrywtf · 3 months

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my hc is that angel gets very flursted everytime husk innate the flirting or the touches bc husk is really gentle when he is holding him and really romantic with the flirting nothing to do with the sexual rough words and touch that angel is used to

#husk knows angel is italian so he call really romantic a cheesy pet names in italian #like amore mio and cuore just to make angel blush #huskerdust #hazbin husk #angel dust #hazbin hotel

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oceanwithouthermoon · 4 months

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kuboyasu aren is definitely the type of guy to write a love letter confession, but instead of giving it to the person to read later, he gives it to them and wants to watch them open and read it because he thinks thats the appropriate way to confess. bro couldnt just say it out loud ??

#dumb #half the people he gets shipped with would be so embarrassed btw #like ok exception being yumehara i think. yume would think this is so cute and would read the whole thing with a giddy smile #and then jump up and hug him when shes done #anyone else? saiki? kaido? saiko? RED IN THE FACE TREMBLING SWEATING POUTING #EMBARRASSED TO THE MAX #fidgeting and trying hard not to react obviously to what theyre reading #so so acutely aware of kuboyasus eyes on them #literally on the verge of passing out #the love letter is so insanely cheesy and cliche and hopelessly romantic UGHHH #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#kuboyasu aren #yumeyasu #kubosai #kubokai #kubometo #meows post

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beefy-the-stronk · 11 months

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*giggles like a schoolgirl* hehehe silly pepperjack comic hours

I like to imagine this is like, the 1st time Vigi's ever recieved flowers before and is way too humble to know how to accept them.

And Pepperman's just so nervous, cus he didn't know what to expect- yet he really REALLY wanted to do this cus he loves gift giving and know's Vigi deserves it. They're both just a fumbling mess in their early dating phase, lord help them 😭

Bonus panel: (of course he evantually accepts the gift)

#pizza tower #pepperman #the vigilante #pepperlante #pepperjack #im such a cheeseball #i love silly cheesy romantic stuff like this #i just dig the trope of tough dudes being flustered it's so pure

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glitchtricks94 · 7 months

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did you know that gyutaro kisses your knuckles but his pointy teeth accidentally scrape you. every time it happens, he grumbles and insists on kissing it better :3 (you are stuck in an infinite loop of him kissing you better)

Reece, darling, I don't think you fully understand how much I needed this. After the last few days, I honestly feel like this is just what my poor little brain needed. I'm sorry I'm taking so long with all the other goodies you sent me. I'm making something fluffy now with this.

Gyutaro tries to be a gentleman like he's seen with the humans, trying to treat you the way he felt you should be, which was like royalty. He knew he wasn't much, or at least he felt that way, but he had given you his heart, and you gave him yours in return and he had to ensure that he cared for it with the upmost importance. He would only discard your heart if you became a threat to him and his sister. Which is why a mix of frustration and guilt bubbled away in his chest. Gyutaro had decided to try his hand at being more romantic, greeting you when you stepped out of your work room to the private area that he and Daki had made within the Kyogoku house. "Welcome back, little star." Gyutaro crooned, a lazy Cheshire smile on his features as he took your much smaller hand in his. He held it for a moment as you chirped your greetings back to your love, the Upper Moon distracted by how tiny and soft your hand felt in his. Such puny fingers slotting against his own calloused hands, filling the spaces between his own fingers in a cute and clumsy yet still perfect manner. His gaze softened further, smile smoothing at the edges as he moved his attention to your face, your eyes granting the warmth he had always craved for all his years of living. You felt like home. He couldn't stall any longer, the moment felt to perfect to waste on more pointless words. Gyutaro was never really for pretty words anyways, actions always rang louder for him. He tugged you closer by accident as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles- "Ow-!" He froze, eyes going wide as your soft yelp registered in his mind. You looked slightly pained, yet didn't shove him away. The demon frowned as his eyes flicked to your hand, the sight of little dots of blood greeting him. "M'sorry, little star, didn't mean to hurt ya." He grumbled, instinctively pressing more kisses to the wound. He had told you he liked when you kissed where his wounds were whenever he got hurt, despite the regeneration, and he wanted to return the favor to you. You always did say he gave you the best kisses of your life. Gyutaro unwittingly added more damage to your skin, trying to kiss the pain away but only making you whimper. He pulled away with a growl, to which you sprung into action, seeing his frustration coming to a boil. "Gyu, sweetie, it's okay." You cooed, his attention flicking to you instantly. "Why don't we go bandage up my hand, yeah? You can help me with that, right?" Gyutaro nodded, but refused to let your hand go, deciding to skip the bandaging and simply utilize his abilities. Slowly sliding his thumb over your now marred, petal soft skin, the injuries faded, amazing you.

He felt disappointed at his failed attempt, something you noticed immediately. Running your free hand down his arm, you trailed your touch to his other hand, the Upper Moon eying you curiously. Taking his hefty hand in yours, you brought it to your own lips, planting one of your infamously tender kisses to his cold skin. His heart leapt to his throat, face heating up at your gesture. He felt a tinge of jealousy in himself too, wishing he could be as smooth with his idea of romance as you were, and yet, you always managed to reduce such thoughts to dust. "I love you Gyutaro, and it was really sweet of you to kiss my hand." You spoke softly, looking up at him like he had hung the moon and stars. In your opinion, who didn't need them since you consider him to be your night sky. "You're always so sweet and romantic, constantly trying to look out for me and make sure I'm happy. I love you for that." Gyutaro felt himself melting under your honeyed words, his soft smile and loving gaze returning to his sharp features as he leaned further into your space. "I love you too, little star. You always know just what to say to me, what I need to hear, not what I want to, what I expect to. You truly are a star from the sky, love." He crooned, making your own smile widen as you stood on your toes to press a love infused kiss to his chapped lips, the gesture being returned instantly. This time, he made sure to really watch his teeth.

#glitchwrites.notepad #glitchfriends.reece💜#demon slayer x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #kny gyutaro #demon slayer gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro fluff #demon slayer fluff #kny x reader #kny fluff #This was a nice thing to write tonight #It's soft and sweet and really need that since I'm tired and feeling soft #Plus hands can have such neat meanings #Twining fingers are so intimate and the cheesy romantic aspect of a hand kiss is cute #Thank you so much Reece #This means a lot to me

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pentacass · 1 month

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"We could start [your private dejarik lessons] now, if you like. After a drink, perhaps?"

#lana has tiddie jiggle physics but for her robes loll #swtor #lana beniko #vestra lenshe #sith inquisitor #yzstuff #yzswtor #this is lowkey the most romantic dialogue option i feel #no need for cheesy flirts; no need to please lana by jumping at her suggestion #just a simple promise: i will follow #and they both know it's true #in ves' case she has proven it time and again; following lana away from all the power and influence she grips so tight #'i'll follow you. i always will' + lana being happy enough to leave ves on her own knowing she will show up in the end #just screams emotional security

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demonicfarmer69 · 6 months

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pathetic jfm strikes again

#jiang fengmian #yu ziyuan #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #i just think none of the events of mdzs would happen if jfm were a better husband to yzy ok #in this au jfm tries to win yzy back but he sucks at it given hes never been romantic in his life so his only references are #cheesy romance novels #but hes bad at cheesy romance let alone romance #yzy thinks his attempts are cute but refuses to let him know she likes how pathetic he gets for a crumb of her attention

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yippeechronicles · 7 months

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to note:

Mike has short hair. the famous apocalypse post season 4 au concept thing

#byler #they’re like 17 #apocalypse au #?#Mike is cheesy!#mike is cheesy and a hopeless romantic #even if he’s so awkward #will byers #stranger things #mike wheeler #byler au #ej’s art #I just love dressing them up in diff clothes #I create #I create the vibes I want byler to have

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lovecolibri · 6 months

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Oh I am *cackling* at the producers trying to claim the show was driven by Loki and Sylvie's relationship when she refused to lift a finger to help multiple times (while platonic bestie Mobius was living out romcom moments by the dozen with Loki), and honestly they could have not had her in the season at all and barely anything would change. Like, I don't like that ship but it's still SO deeply disrespectful to give them NOTHING on screen all season while giving all the cute classically shippy moments to Lokius, and then come out after and claim it was some grand, sweeping romance and also there was nothing intentional about giving all the shippy stuff to Lokius. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Also, as I said in some tags, the "we can't get into Loki's head" like is just....peek absurdity. My brother in Christ, YOU'RE the writers! This character has been in the MCU for like, 14 years, played by Hiddleston who is *obsessed* with Loki. Getting into Loki's head should have been a cake walk! And even if it wasn't, IT'S LITERALLY YOUR JOB TO GET IN THE CHARACTER'S HEAD. Maybe this is why shows are so shitty? Instead of letting the characters drive the plot by getting into their heads and making choices from that perspective, showrunners instead twist the characters into a storyline.

ANYWAY.

#loki #anti sylki #anti sylvie #to be safe #i honestly don't care enough about her to be anti and i think her character (and loki's) got shafted by shitty writing #but i don't need rabid fans in my inbox #i'm in a fair amount of pain so i'm being bitchy but honestly #what a clusterfuck #and after OFMD and GO this year pulled out amazing seasons you gotta turn around and pull this shit?#i am a person who LOVES love stories #i want to see the sweeping romance! i love cheesy christmas romcoms!#and i can tell you right now as a lover of romantic tropes the relationship you're claiming was romantic had ZILCH this season #while your 'platonic' male besties were hitting multiple romantic tropes and moments every. single. episode.#there WAS a sweeping romance being told (just ask your composer)#and if you couldn't see it or you think not showing it in the other pair and claiming it was there in an article after the fact #instead of PUTTING IT ON SCREEN which is your literal job to convey the story in a visual way to the audience #then maybe you shouldn't be the one in charge #if you have to tell people after the show is over that something was actually a romance and something else actually WASN'T a romance #then you did not effectively use your time in the show to tell the story you were trying to tell

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kissingrhi · 1 year

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begging on my hands and knees and crying and sobbing pls make another jesse pinkman fic again soon

my fav character of all time!! <3 love jesse. soft fic for all my fellow jesse fans ily all

his gently highlighted, dusty brown strands were right across your chest, his right ear listening in on your heartbeat, matching every breath that you took. your hands was interlinked with one of his, his thumb gently running over your skin.

"you wanna know something?" you leaned in towards his head, like you were whispering an unforgivable secret. beginning to giggle.

"oh, god. what?" he groaned, eyebrow infamously raising at your tone. he turned over to look at you, morning sun pouring in from your window onto his beautiful blue eyes. you were sure you could cry. he had the gentlest smile tugging at his lips, one that he couldn't wipe away when he looked at you, no matter how hard he tried. he was smitten, absolutely whipped. not that you were any different towards him.

he was practically poetry in motion. every part of him was like a piece of art, and every word he spoke was the truth to you. some called it delusion, others called it the honeymoon phase, but you both knew that it was plainly love.

you took your hand out of his, rolling your eyes at his playful whine, quietly telling him to 'hush.' you put both of your hands against the sides of his jaw, massaging the light stubble and mentally tattooing the scratchiness of it against your palms onto your brain.

he was blushing now, nose lightly scrunching and smile growing into a beaming, glowing grin.

"you are the most beautiful person i think i've ever met." you whispered, quietly. as if speaking too loud would disrupt the gorgeous atmosphere of your simple bedroom, only because he was lying against you.

the grin dropped, instead curling up to bite his lip and ignore the rush of a feeling he couldn't describe in his chest. he almost wanted to cry. his big eyes were peering up at you, and if you could, you'd keep him here for ever. safe and sheltered and held. exactly what he needs. what he deserves.

goosebumps rose over his body at the authenticity in your eyes. a blush spread to the tips of his ears.

he rolled over to rest his chin on your stomach and stare up at you again. "you wanna know something else?" he was giggling now. it was juvenile, how he looked at you like you'd hung every star in the sky.

"hm?" you hands were now in his hair, barely scratching at his scalp. it was your turn to be bashful, feeling heated at his passionate gaze.

"i think i'm in love with you." he said, breathlessly. his hands now going to mimic yours from earlier, holding on to the sides of your face.

after taking in your shy state, he pressed a warm kiss against your lips. tongues on tongues, laughter echoing against the walls of your room. the golden sun falling into the area was not nearly as bright as the childlike joy you two felt with the other. he messily flipped you, so that you were straddling his waist.

his hands traveled your figure, squeezing and tickling at his favorite parts. like random moles, your thighs, and your lower back. you were tangling into each other more and more, the invisible string that had gotten you to this point only ever tightening. only bringing you closer.

"i actually retract my statement from earlier." he started, face going deadpan, yet you still knew he wasn't serious.

"oh? what's that?" you playfully spouted, squeezing your thighs around his hips.

"i'm definitely in love with you."

one single thread of gold tied me to you.

#jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #fluff #he's so baby #i love #breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #for the hopeless romantics #cuddling #morning cuddles #cheesy #idc #i love hiM!#this is so summer #oh my fuck.#im crying at my own writing #help

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ronsharry · 6 months

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i feel like harry would read muggle books to escape like ur telling me harry insomnia potter doesn’t crack open the most unhinged psychological story that ends tragically or the most sickeningly romantically cheesy story at the crack ass of dawn??

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beatleswings · 5 months

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OK but Don Flamenco, being the cheeseball he is, would call Carmen his “golden haired angel/goddess”. 😭

#he’s so cheesy and romantic #i love it #punch-out!!#punch out #don flamenco #carmen #carmen mi amor #cardon #otp

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good-beanswrites · 14 days

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Fe Aspec Week Day 4: Acceptance

This week on I Accidentally Made Myself Sad With My Own Angst :( As much as I know Forsyth would be the most accepting person in all of Valentia, I think his own insecurities/mindset would cause a bit of tension during his childhood with Python. It has a happy ending but I wanted to explore just a bit of that first...

“Python!”

Forsyth’s tiny hands trembled, clutching the gift that he’d bought with his very own money. His father didn't need to know.

Python scrambled down the big oak tree to meet him. He tugged at the dress his father probably made him wear for the holiday. His hair had already come loose from it's braid, likely caught on the twigs and leaves of the tree. Forsyth waited anxiously at it's base for him to come down.

When he arrived, Forsyth shoved the box forward. He startled both of them with the force of it.

“I – I – I have this. For you. Will you – I mean – I would –” Forsyth’s cheeks burned red. It was clear what he was asking. There would be no other reason you’d give someone a perfectly wrapped package of sweets on the Day of Devotion unless you were asking them the question.

Python looked down at it. The two had been friends for so long, it took only a second for Forsyth to understand exactly what it meant.

“Oh…” He felt his stomach twist up in a knot. His throat started to constrict. “I know Father doesn’t like you, but he doesn’t much like anyone. S-so we can make it work!”

“Fors…”

“We could keep it a secret!” Then, in desperation, “we could – we could run away together!”

“Fors!” Python whined. “C’mon, you know we’re too young for that!” With one hand he took the chocolates, and the other took Forsyth's arm. “We’re supposed to be climbing trees and playing pranks on Teacher – not doing gushy grown-up love stuff.”

Forsyth bit his lip. He didn’t think it was gushy at all. He didn’t trust his voice to speak; with one word he may just start bawling right here. The last thing he needed was to be scolded for being so emotional.

Python beamed as if he hadn’t just shattered Forsyth’s heart into a million pieces. “Let’s just take it slow, okay? We’ll have plenty of time for all that when we’re older, okay?”

He coaxed a small nod from Forsyth.

“Speaking of! I heard Teach left the schoolhouse window open – have I got the perfect plan! We’ll share the chocolates after, okay? You’re my best friend, we should split them.”

I don’t want to split them. Forsyth let himself be tugged along. I wanted to give them all to you. To give everything to you.

He grit his teeth as they ran. He wasn’t the type to accept defeat after a small setback like this. So, Python wasn’t ready. That was fine. One day he would be. And Forsyth would be there. It was like every book he’d read: the steadfast knight would get the beautiful lover, if he was just patient enough.

He said a quick prayer to Mila, that one day they’d stop being friends, and true love would win out.

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“Python!”

Forsyth’s hands trembled, his fists balled up in fury.

“I am sick and tired of this.”

“Oh you’re tired of this? Then quit fucking confessing every single year. Every year it’s the same speech, and the same shitty plan to run away together. We’re not in some fairy tale, Fors. Just give it up.” Python moved to take a sip from his drink, turning his back. Though they’d both come of age, it wasn’t ale. Though it wasn’t ale, they both spoke as loudly as if they’d each had a barrel to drink. It was a good thing Python’s father was out all night; there was no one in the tiny house to hear them argue.

Forsyth grabbed the cup away before he could take a sip. It earned him a hard look, but a direct one. “I’m not tired of confessing, I’m tired of this type of disrespect!” He placed the drink down a foot away. “You can’t just be honest with me and tell me why I’m not good enough for you – it’s infuriating!”

“I am honest. I’ve told you, this has nothing to do with you. It’s me who–”

“Oh-ho, don’t give me that tired cliche! Every year, it’s another cryptic excuse, another roundabout lie!” He flung his hands in wild gestures, his voice pitching. “You say you’re not ready for commitment, yet you spend every day with me regardless. You say you would make a terrible housemate, yet you stay over at my home for weeks at a time. You say you’re not ready to be with someone, yet I catch word that you shared a bed with the innkeeper!”

“What, you jealous or something?”

“That is exactly what I am. And how dare you act like I’m the crazy one for it!” Tears threatened his eyes, but he pushed through. “I have been by your side your entire life, looking out for you, caring for you, giving all of myself over to you! And here you are, laughing in the face of my love! Like - like it’s another one of your jokes!

“Oh, you're jealous, huh? So is that why you do it? You do all that for me just to get laid at the end of the day? Well if you’d said that sooner, I would have happily –”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Then what do you mean?”

“It doesn’t make any damned sense, Python!”

“It does, if you would just pipe down and listen when I –”

“Pipe down?”

“Yeah! If you’d let me finish a damned sentence this will all make sense!”

“Fine then, go ahead and finish – give me one good reason why you don’t want to be with me!”

“When you’re acting like this I could give you a hundred!” Python swatted his cup away, spilling the drink all over the floor. He stormed out of the room.

A heavy silence fell over the house. Forsyth gathered his things. He left. He finally let his tears fall.

It was simple, he decided. All he needed to do was accept the fact that this relationship was going nowhere. Python didn't love him, and he'd just need to imagine whatever reasons he could. They should simply end things before they got any more hurt.

End our friendship...

He cried through the night, unable to even muster a word to Mila.

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“Python!”

Forsyth’s hand was steady as it took the man’s shoulder. The pair locked eyes.

“Run away with me.”

The wind rustled the leaves overhead. Usually the area was bustling with chaos as the new building was erected, but Python was the only one to stay back today. Forsyth would have teased him for the irony, if it hadn’t presented him with the perfect opportunity to ask his question.

Python rolled his eyes. “Har-har. I thought today was Day of Devotion, not Flostym Fools'…”

“Huh?” Forsyth’s expression flashed with confusion, then horror. “O-oh! Not like that, of course! Oh gods, I meant… the Deliverance.”

He spread his hands. “It’s clear we’ll never get the approval we seek to join. So I propose we do it in secret. Everyone will be distracted by the village festivities tonight. If we don’t come home right away, everyone will assume it’s for… the festivities. It will give us a reasonable head start. We won’t need to worry about them catching up to us by the time they finally realize we’ve gone.”

He looked eagerly to Python.

“Heh, using all the hype around love to make our escape... you’re a true ally after all, Fors!”

Forsyth’s look soured. “L-listen. I swear, I would never ask you that again. I mean, we got over that years ago. I nearly lost you to that argument, and I shall never make the same mistake again. I know how much pain I put you through, and I would never dream of –”

“Hey. I know. You had a lot on your mind, then.” He let out a loud sigh. “Which is why I’m gonna come along with you. Somebody’s gotta help you find that special someone, right?”

“Do you mean it? Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

With a hearty laugh, Python pulled him into a hug. Forsyth held him close. Reality may not follow a path like the perfect little fairy tales he read as a child, but that made it no less perfect.

“So… that’s a yes?”

Python leaned back so he could study his face. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

“W-were you not?”

“Eh, I’m not serious about anything…” He offered his hand. “But I’m in. I’m always in.”

Forsyth accepted it, clasping it within both of his. He found himself too choked up for words, though he didn’t care if anyone saw him cry. He wiped tears from his cheeks and smiled at Python’s kindhearted teasing.

He thanked the gods that they would never stop being friends.

#fe aspec week #fe echoes #fe python #fe forsyth #forsython #i got a little carried away asfsdf this ended up much longer than intended (whats new 💀)#as someone who reads forsyth as a hopeless romantic its just something i think was important to explore between them #but LMAO i literally made myself so upset writing their argument i was just sitting there going NOOOO stop fighting ;------;#i would have included trans python anyway because i really like that - but also it shows that forsyth truly is accepting #its specifically the fact that hes fallen in love that turns it into an insecurity issue instead of an acceptance one here #and once he realizes that (after their big fight) hes able to get over his own personal stuff and really be there for python #sorry i got a bit cheesy with the section parallels 😅 im a sucker for that but even i can admit it was a bit much this time #i know they wouldnt have the same terminology in fantasy-medieval stuff but 'ally' just fit so perfectly and i hope wasnt too jarring

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