#yumefic

Randy never had any issues with his husband, really. Patriot brought him out of the crippling state of poverty that he had once been in— and for that he was eternally grateful. But…

Some things just didn’t really sit right with him. Like the fact that he didn’t actually remember getting married! That’s pretty important to forget. Or the fact that he had no idea how or when he met Patriot. It was like he just… randomly got inserted into his life by phonegod to save him?

He tried to talk to Roger about it and didn’t really get much. He concluded that it was just “meant to be” and the finer points didn’t matter that much, which he supposed he would’ve understood under any other circumstance.

When it came down to it… no one seemed to remember Randy’s “wedding”. Not Karen, not Norm and his “pardner” (which made no sense to use as a deferential word considering he calls everyone the exact same things, but apparently Patriot knows the difference between pardner friendly and pardner Lyre??????)— Not even Patriot’s friends! Which is wild to him considering how much of a bragger the insane capitalist he married was.

He TRIED to go to that cafe that Roger’s love worked at, maybe talk to that tv headed employee that Patriot befriended(?). Unfortunately Koi, the aforementioned employee, just shrugged and told him that Patriot never mentioned it… meaning Randy hit yet another dead end.

Currently speaking, as in the present day, Randy was sitting in the living room of Patriot’s oddly small house. He was on the far side of the couch closest to the front door with his husband standing by the kitchen bar a little ominously, facing away from him. The clink of a glass against the granite countertop was the only suggestion as to what the shorter was up to.

He was just wallowing in the overwhelming lack of memories he had related to the man he felt like he loved so much. He just didn’t understand why this was so uncomfortable to him! He knew he should just bury it down and be grateful that anyone tolerated him enough to give him free shelter— let alone marry him…

Randy turned his head to look at his husband and study his form for a moment. He looked the exact same as always. He wore the same white button up with black dress pants, the only thing that really stood out was the fact he didn’t have a belt on.

Patriot didn’t really stand out to Randy all that much if he was being honest. Maybe that was bad to say about his husband, but he really didn’t fully understand how he became such an important figure in town. How he seemed to know everyone before they knew him…

”Hey hon?” Randy called to the only other person in the house with a tinge of anxiety wrapping his voice. Patriot whipped his head around a little too fast and stared blankly at the man. Well. As blank as you can with an object head— but in Dialtown you just kind of know.

”Yes, my darling Jade?” He hummed, turning his body fully from what he was doing so he was standing idly facing Randy, “Is something wrong?” He asked.

Randy swallowed hard. He didn’t know why he always felt so vaguely threatened by Patriot sometimes. Maybe he really was just an easy to startle guy…

”Why is it that… uhm… no one really seems to remember our wedding?” Randy finally pointed out with a bit of struggle. He’d been holding it in for a while. “And I don’t even remember meeting you…?” Randy forced that last part out with a lot more struggle, mumbling it more than anything.

The room was quiet for a long couple of seconds and Randy rubbed his neck anxiously.

”I guess it just wasn’t very eventful. I can’t say I do either,” Patriot shrugged the question off, “The finer points don’t really matter in destiny, do they?” He chuckled, though it seemed a bit forced. It wasn’t like that was very new.

Randy would’ve narrowed his eyes if he had any. That’s almost exactly what Roger told him. What a creepy coincidence…

”I guess not, huh?” Randy anxiously mused along with Patriot.

”What’s got you so fixated on it anyways, Randal?” The other asked, the full first naming creating a pit of dread in the Nokia-head. Patriot tried to pass the question off casually, but Randy could hear that weirdly jealous and frightened tone that was just barely masked. He always could.

”Oh— um. I just noticed that we don’t have a lot of pictures like how Norm and Roger do with their partners? And you’re so… Public.” Randy reasoned, which was kind of the truth, so he didn’t feel as bad lying to Patriot since he technically wasn’t.

”I don’t need to share you.” Patriot stated flatly.

”I wasn’t saying you did— I just,,,” Randy panicked a little and dug his nails into his thighs.

Patriot walked towards the couch painstakingly slowly, his shoes clicking against the hardwood like he was some high figure in court. He came up behind the couch and put his hands on Randy’s shoulders.

”I just prefer to keep my most precious gemstone out of the public eye. You never know what the sick vultures of the bottom class would do to you.” Patriot practically purred in a much softer voice, resting the side of his head against the side of Randy’s.

Randy was quiet for a moment, tensed up and unsure… but he eased into the presence of the other and rested into it, relaxing and ‘closing his eyes’ (shutting off his optic sensors).

It made enough sense. Randy was crazy to think it was anything but keeping him safe. That’s all his husband wanted for him. Safety and security.

”You’re so attentive. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Randy sighed contently.

Patriot just barely clawed into his shoulders for a second; “You’d be nowhere, darling.”

”I guess so, huh?” The Nokia-head turned to press his keypad against the flat of Patriot’s shell, ‘kissing’ him.

One of Patriot’s hands reached for Randy’s and took it up gently. “You should stop stressing yourself out about the little things. Why don’t we go out for a nice dinner tonight? I’m sure good food will get your mind off your self-fabricated fears.”

That did sound nice. It was nice to be at the top of the food chain.

”I’d love to, hon.” He agreed and Patriot pat his shoulder with the hand still rested on it. “Good, there’s my Jade.”

Patriot and Roger were right; The finer points don’t really matter in the grand scheme of destiny.

And thats the end, here’s a quick authors note!

Lyre belongs to https://www.tiktok.com/@normallenlover69?_r=1&_t=ZT-97DJ7p0gjz3 ! Aka @normallenlover69

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Patriot is of course my yumesona, you can find info about him on my TikTok page @/Burnt_Phone.

And, of course, he was beautiful.

The way the golden strands of his hair fell into his face, the way the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, the way his eyes softened whenever he was focused—it wasn’t fair.

Sanji caught her staring and smirked. “Enjoying the view, Moxie-Moon?”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips curled slightly. “You’d be delusional to think I wasn’t.”

Sanji’s hand almost slipped on the spoon he was holding, but he recovered quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, can’t blame you. I am quite the sight.”

Moxie shook her head, amused. She liked moments like this—when it was just the two of them, teasing, flirting, pretending for a moment that she could have him.

But that was all it was, wasn’t it? Pretend.

Sanji flirted with everyone. He was kind to everyone.

Even if her stomach twisted every time he fell to his knees before Nami, even if she sometimes wondered—could he ever look at me the way he looks at them?—she knew better than to believe she was special.

Moxie had been called many things in her life. Violent. Crazy. Ugly. Unlovable.

Sanji deserved someone soft, someone good.

Someone better than her.

Maybe that’s why, without thinking, she did something reckless.

“I love you.”

Sanji froze.

The kitchen, once filled with the soothing sounds of cooking, fell silent. The warmth in the air seemed to shift, turning unbearably heavy.

Moxie barely registered what she had said until she saw the way he turned to look at her—really look at her.

His ocean-blue eyes, usually filled with playful charm, were wide with something raw, something fragile.

Hope.

Longing.

For a fleeting moment, he looked at her like she had just given him something precious.

And that terrified her.

Panic surged through her, crashing over her like a wave.

“I was joking,” she blurted, forcing out a nervous laugh.

The shift in Sanji’s expression was instant.

It was like watching the light in a lantern flicker out.

His lips parted slightly before he pressed them together, composing himself with a tight, unreadable smile.

“Right,” he said after a moment, voice carefully even. “Of course.”

Moxie’s stomach dropped.

Sanji turned back to the stove without another word, his movements precise, controlled—but there was no joy in them anymore.

And for the rest of the night, he didn’t look at her once.

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Dinner was different.

Sanji still moved through the dining hall, still served the crew their meals with his usual charm—but something was missing.

His usual flirtations with Nami and Robin lacked their usual enthusiasm, his voice quieter, his laughter hollow.

The crew noticed.

“Is it just me, or is Sanji acting weird?” Usopp whispered to Chopper.

“Yeah…” Chopper frowned. “He seems… sad.”

Franky let out a low whistle. “Didn’t think anything could knock the love cook outta commission. Guess even he’s got limits.”

When Sanji placed her dish in front of her, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even glance at her. And for the first time since she had met him, she realized—she had hurt him.

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She tried to fix it.

She tried to joke with him like usual, tried to talk to him when they were alone, tried anything to get him to look at her the way he had before.

But every time she reached out, he pulled away.

Every time she spoke, he found something else to do.

By the time night fell, she was desperate.

She found him standing on the deck, leaning against the railing, cigarette smoke curling into the night sky.

She hesitated before stepping closer. “Why are you acting like this?”

Sanji exhaled slowly, eyes never leaving the horizon. “Acting like what?”

“Like I don’t exist.”

A pause. Then—

“You’re the one who said it was a joke.”

Her throat tightened.

She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She hadn’t meant to do this.

But she had.

Sanji finally turned to look at her. His expression wasn’t angry. It wasn’t cruel.

It was just… tired.

“Why did you take it back?” he asked softly.

Moxie inhaled sharply.

Because she was scared. Because she didn’t believe she was enough. Because she thought he deserved better.

She opened her mouth to speak—

But he was already walking away.

And she let him.

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Moxie sat on the deck, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring out at the dark waves as they rolled beneath the Thousand Sunny. The moonlight cast a silver glow over the sea, its reflection shifting and rippling like her thoughts.

Her heart felt heavy.

She had ruined everything.

The confession, the way she had taken it back, the way Sanji had looked at her—hurt and disappointed, like she had reached inside his chest and pulled something precious away.

She should’ve just told the truth.

Footsteps approached from behind, heavy but unhurried. A shadow loomed over her, then a sigh.

“Y’know, sitting here sulking ain’t gonna fix anything, sister.”

Moxie didn’t move, didn’t look up. “Go away, Franky.”

Franky ignored her, dropping down to sit beside her, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He leaned back against the mast, arms crossed, his sunglasses glinting under the moonlight.

“Not gonna lie,” he said, tilting his head toward her. “I’ve never seen the love-cook like this before.”

Moxie swallowed but said nothing.

Franky let out a low whistle. “Damn near walked around all day like a ghost. You really did a number on him, huh?”

Moxie flinched.

Franky wasn’t trying to be cruel. He wasn’t even trying to make her feel guilty—just stating the truth.

And the truth hurt.

She clenched her fists in her lap. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

Silence stretched between them. The sound of the waves, the gentle creaking of the ship, the distant laughter of Luffy and Usopp somewhere on the other side of the deck—it all felt so far away.

Moxie exhaled shakily. “I was scared.” The words felt strange coming out, like they had been trapped inside her for too long. “I thought… I thought if I really said it—if I really told him—I’d lose him.”

Franky hummed. “And instead, you lost him anyway.”

Her throat tightened.

She had been so afraid of rejection, so afraid of not being enough, that she had shoved her own feelings back down before they had a chance to breathe.

But in doing so, she had crushed his, too.

Franky shifted beside her, adjusting his arms behind his head. “Lemme ask you something,” he said. “Do you really think Sanji would’ve waited five years for someone he didn’t care about?”

Moxie stiffened.

Franky turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon, girl. Think about it. The guy flirts with every pretty woman he sees, but when has he ever looked at someone the way he looks at you?”

Moxie’s stomach twisted.

She had spent so long convincing herself that she was just another face in the crowd. Just another girl Sanji treated kindly, because that’s who he was—a gentleman, a romantic, someone who loved freely and openly.

But Sanji had never once looked at Nami or Robin with the same raw, vulnerable longing that had flickered in his eyes tonight.

She had seen it. She had seen it.

And she had thrown it away.

“I don’t know if I’m good enough for him,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Franky let out a sharp laugh. “Now that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day.”

Moxie blinked, startled.

Franky shook his head. “Lemme tell you something, kid. Love ain’t about ‘deserving.’ It ain’t about being perfect or some fairy tale version of yourself. It’s about being there. Being real. And last I checked, Sanji ain’t in love with some fantasy.”

He nudged her lightly with his elbow. “He’s in love with you.”

Moxie swallowed past the lump in her throat.

Franky’s expression softened. “You think you’re not enough for him?” He shrugged. “Well, guess what? He’s probably sittin’ somewhere right now thinkin’ he’s not enough for you.”

Her chest tightened.

She could picture it.

Sanji, alone, staring at the sea just as she had been, thinking that her confession hadn’t meant anything. That she had never loved him. That he had been foolish to believe she did.

But she did.

God, she did.

Franky stood, stretching with a groan. “The way I see it, you got two choices. You can sit here all night feeling sorry for yourself, or you can get your ass up and fix it.”

Moxie wiped her face, though she hadn’t realized she had started crying.

She inhaled, exhaled.

Then, determined, she stood.

Franky grinned. “Atta girl.”

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She ran through town that night, desperate for something—anything—to help her say what she couldn’t before.

She returned to the ship with a ridiculous oversized teddy bear and a bouquet of mismatched flowers.

Sanji was still on the deck, staring at the sea. He turned when he heard her approaching, his eyes widening at the sight of her, winded and teary-eyed, clutching the gifts like they were a lifeline.

“Moxie…” His voice was soft, uncertain.

Sanji’s fingers twitched at his sides. His breath hitched, his usually steady composure shaken as he watched Moxie, her eyes glassy, her hands gripping the bouquet so tightly the petals trembled. The night air was cool, but her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath.

She was beautiful.

And then—she spoke.

“I wasn’t joking,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I never was. I never have been.”

Sanji swallowed hard, unable to move, unable to breathe.

Moxie took a step closer. “I’ve loved you for five whole years, Sanji.” The words spilled from her like a flood, like a dam breaking after holding back an ocean’s worth of longing. “Five years, and not a single day passed that I didn’t think of you.”

Sanji’s lips parted slightly, his eyes searching hers, desperate and vulnerable.

“I never forgot you,” she continued, her voice breaking. “Not once. Not ever. I still have the handkerchief you gave me when I was crying at the Baratie. I kept it all this time, folded neatly, like it was the most precious thing I owned. Because it was.”

Sanji’s breath shuddered.

“I loved you then,” Moxie whispered, her fingers trembling. “I loved you when you were just a waiter, kind to a girl who thought no one would ever care about her. I loved the boy who handed me that handkerchief and told me that I deserved kindness. And I love you now.”

Her voice wavered, thick with something raw, something unfiltered.

“I see you every night in my dreams, Sanji,” she admitted, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I long to kiss you. I long to be with you. And every night, I reach for you, hoping that somehow, somehow, you might be reaching back.”

Sanji’s heart pounded in his chest, his whole body frozen in place.

“I love you so much it hurts.” Moxie’s voice cracked, her lips quivering. “And I’m so, so scared that you’ve moved on from me—that you could never want me as much as I want you.”

She looked up at him then, eyes full of desperation, full of a love so deep it could drown the entire sea.

“Sanji,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’m begging you—please, love me back!”

Sanji exhaled sharply, his entire body trembling.

And then, slowly, tears welled in his eyes.

They slipped down his cheeks, glistening in the moonlight, unrestrained, unguarded. He didn’t wipe them away. He didn’t care.

Because in that moment, standing beneath the stars, looking at the woman who had just poured her entire heart into his hands—he knew.

He had never loved anyone more.

He had never wanted anyone more.

With all the tenderness in the world, Sanji stepped forward, his hands shaking as he reached out and cupped her face. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in existence.

“Moxie-Moon,” he whispered, voice thick with overwhelming emotion.

Tears slipped down his face, but his smile—small, raw, full of love—never wavered.

“How can I not?”

Moxie let out a choked breath, her hands flying to his shoulders, gripping him like she would fall apart if she let go.

And then, with no hesitation left between them, Sanji pulled her into his arms.

She melted into him, burying herself in his warmth, clutching him as if afraid he would disappear. His arms wrapped around her tightly, like he was afraid of the same thing.

The world around them ceased to exist. There was only the sound of their uneven breaths, the quiet trembling of their bodies against each other, the weight of five years of longing finally lifting.

Sanji pressed his lips against her temple, lingering there, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against her back. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured. “So, so long.”

Moxie squeezed her eyes shut, pressing herself closer to him. “Then don’t let go.”

Sanji let out a breathless laugh, pressing a kiss to her hair, his embrace tightening.

“Never,” he promised.

Hey everyone! I finally wrote the confession fic like I promised! Thank you all so much for supporting my ship—it truly means the world to me. I know I say it a lot, but I genuinely appreciate it.

Also, I’ve decided not to tag anyone in my writing posts moving forward—I’d like to keep them tag-free!

Now, time to give credit for the amazing artwork featured in the fic. The stunning banner art was created by @grubcakes, and the breathtaking scene art was drawn by @tobysetagawa! The moment I saw their work, I just knew I had to write a fic based on it! Hehe.

Being an aspiring fashionista herself it's pretty obvious that Rin would have an eye for cute things and she found beauty in anything she deemed cute . Whether it be herself , a plushie , or even a button .

Karma doesn't concern himself with things like that , not because he doesn't appreciate it but rather he can't find a reason to do so . After all , why should he care ? It clashes with his entire delinquent persona .

Putting the two of them within close proximity doesn't always result in them butting heads with one another , sometimes it can lead to rather . . . intimate ends . *** On this particular afternoon , the pair finds themself in afterschool detention after refusing to drop a debate during history class . It wasn't long before boredom took over the atmosphere and Rin began to grow irritated with a tiny rip on the sleeve of her cardigan and before long , she had already whipped out a tiny sewing kit to repair it .

Karma lets out a quiet laugh , seemingly amused by the seamstress' demeanor . Rin pays no mind to the jester beside her . He throws a couple of verbal jabs at her but nothing vile enough to break her fragile heart , all the while Rin never once looks up at the sight beside her .

The verbal exchanges soon die out as Rin shifts her attention to mending her cardigan not once even bothering to change her gaze . She finishes the job soon enough and finally looks up and focuses her gaze on Karma , the orange hues of the sun hitting his face and complimenting his eyes . Her gaze drifts down to is collar .

Karma immediately takes note of whats caught her interest but before he could even tease her about it , she finally spoke up .

" Are you ever gonna wear your shirt properly ? " the girl asks .

He pretends not to be wavered about that sudden question by shooting one right back at her .

" Well , are you ever gonna cut your bangs ? " " No , I'm serious . Are you ever gonna fix that up ? Like , is that button just never gonna be used ? "

Oh . . . oh now he gets it .

" Hey princess , if you really wanted the button ya could've just asked that . Be my guest , I don't have any plans on wearing this thing like everyone else . "

Rin was taken aback by both the sudden approval and how quickly he caught onto her scheme , the look of shock being shown on her face was perfectly displayed as the suns setting rays hit her face . But nevertheless she took the opportunity that was given to her without the need to beg like she always would've with anyone else .

She grabs the seam ripper from her makeshift sewing kit and positions herself just below Karma's eye level before using it to remove the idle button on his shirt . Even though that whole process was done in one swift motion , it felt like a stab in the heart to Karma - but it wasn't the ordinary stab . It was that kind of pain that left you wanting more , but it wasn't painful at all though ? Maybe his nerves were just going overtime due to how close Rin was to him , usually when someone's up in his face like that it was never a sign of anything good .

Rin makes her way back to her seat next to him and takes a small box out of her bag containing even more buttons , each sorted by shape and colour .

" You sure you needed that button for your collection over there ? It already looks plentiful from what I'm seeing . " " Yeah , it's special . I can get these buttons wherever the fuck I want to really , but this one's from a guy who wouldn't even let me get that close to him on a daily basis of course I need it ??? "

Oh wow . . . this might be one of the few times we get to see Karma's nonchalant persona falter .

" Mh , well I wanna start my own button collection too . And I wanna start with one of YOUR own buttons to make this fair . "

Rin gets ready to pick out a button from her shirt too but Karma seems to be two steps ahead with his taunting , like always . "

" But I want a button from your cardigan specifically ~ "

He struck something there , Rin loves her comedically oversized cardigan and wouldn't tolerate a single loose thread hanging out of it . So to think that she would have to sacrifice something like a button was WAY out of what she can do . But this IS for the guy who she loves , the guy who she went out of her way to impress . This IS for the guy who made her feel like she can be loved again , so a button from her cardigan isn't the end of the world ? Rin picks up her seam ripper yet again and takes the top button off her cardigan and hands it to Karma .

" There you go , ya happy ? "

Karma wasn't being 100% serious on his words but to think that she didn't question his demand once was , oddly comforting . For the rest of their time in detention there was nothing said between the two . Rin was busy fiddling around with her sewing stuff and cardigan while Karma watched her - but not enough to know what she was doing .

Soon enough Koro Sensei enters the classroom after having a snack in the faculty lounge and dismisses the two trouble makers but not before giving them a long talk about disruptive behaviour.

Words total right now: 143,509*

Average reading time so far: ~ 18 hours*

*Shiplore and dynamic are excluded in the word count

The Basics

Ramuann - Dynamic + Loredump

Genann - Dynamic + Loredump

Diceann - Dynamic + Loredump

The Story - I

Just A Passerby (Ramuann)

'Hey Miss!' - 'I'm not a Miss!' (Ramuann)

Secret Archives (Genann, sort of)

Literary Genius (Genann)

Gambling Hobo & Kitchen Killer (Diceann)

Invitation (Ramuann)

Everywhere I Go (Ramuann)

The Start Of Their Story (Genann)

Gambling Buddy (Diceann)

Lap Seat (Genann)

You Like Me (Ramuann)

Surprise Kiss (Genann)

Sweet Kiss (Ramuann)

Kissing Jackpot (Diceann)

Money Or Marriage? (Diceann)

Meeting In Osaka (Ramuann)

Drabblecember 2023

Cold Weather (Drabblecember Day 1) (Diceann)

Baking Together (Drabblecember Day 2) (Ramuann)

Decorating (Drabblecember Day 3) (Ramuann)

Learning Traditions (Drabblecember Day 4) (Genann)

Sharing Stories (Drabblecember Day 5) (Genann)

Wrapping Gifts (Drabblecember Day 6) (Diceann)

Snowed In (Drabblecember Day 7) (All)

Sharing Snacks (Drabblecember Day 8) (Ramuann)

A Walk Outside (Drabblecember Day 9) (Diceann)

Sleeping In (Drabblecember Day 10) (Genann)

Building A Snowman (Drabblecember Day 11) (Diceann)

Snowball Fight (Drabblecember Day 12) (All)

Movie Marathon (Drabblecember Day 13) (Ramuann)

Stealing One's Sweater (Drabblecember Day 14) (Diceann)

Being Sick (Drabblecember Day 15) (Genann)

Scrapbooking (Drabblecember Day 16) (Ramuann)

Laundry (Drabblecember Day 17) (Genann)

Winter Date (Drabblecember Day 18) (Diceann)

Hot Drinks (Drabblecember Day 19) (Ramuann)

Listening To Holiday Music (Drabblecember Day 20) (Diceann)

Staying Up Late (Drabblecember Day 22) (Genann)

Stealing Another's Sweater (Drabblecember Day 23) (Ramuann)

Big Get Together (Drabblecember Day 24) (All)

Gift Swap (Drabblecember Day 25) (All)

After A Party (Drabblecember Day 26) (Genann)

Cooking Together (Drabblecember Day 27) (Genann)

Doing Chores Together (Drabblecember Day 28) (Diceann)

Shopping Trip (Drabblecember Day 29) (Ramuann)

Morning Routine (Drabblecember Day 30) (Diceann)

Happy New Year (Drabblecember Day 31) (All)

The Story - II

Well, It's A Lie (Genann)

Nasty Claws But Squishy Plush (Diceann)

Kiss Until You Drop! (Diceann)

First Meeting Of The Year (All)

It'd Be Unbearable Without You (Ramuann)

He's A Teasing Nightmare! But... (Genann)

Train Ride To Osaka (Genann + Diceann)

That's Not An Onee-San... That's My Partner! (Ramuann)

The Urge To Kiss (Genann)

Peaceful Moment (Diceann)

Cute (Ramuann)

Lucky Kabedon (Diceann)

Like A Slotmachine - I Love Ya! (Diceann)

A Moment In Secret (Genann)

Another Set Of Lovebirds (Genann)

Begging For Night Cuddles (Diceann)

Voice Talent (Genann)

Group Photo - But There Are Only Two Hands (All)

Chocolate Gift (All) (Ramuda Birthday Special 2024)

Adoribly Angry (Genann)

A Quick Shut Up Kiss (Diceann)

Hugs (Ramuann)

Me? I'm His Fiancée (Diceann)

Peaceful Rest... Right? (Ramuann)

Secrets & Trust (Genann)

The Story - III

Sneaky (Genann)

A Crêpes Date (Genann)

An Outfit For You (Ramuann)

To Be A Catsitter (Diceann)

Emergency Lap Seat (Diceann)

A Fool For His Birthday (Genann) (Gentaro Birthday Special 2024)

Discussion

A Forehead Kiss (Ramuann)

A Rather Sweet Time (Ramuann)

The (Last Minute) Concert (Diceann)

Fake Date... Right? (Genann)

An Unfair Game (Ramuann)

Our Choice (Diceann)

Ice Cream Date #1 - With Ramuda (Ramuann)

Ice Cream Date #2 - With Gentaro (Genann)

Ice Cream Date #3 - With Dice (Diceann)

Under The Stars (Diceann)

Wrist Kiss (Genann)

Loved Enough (Ramuann)

Sleepy Charms (Diceann)

Yearning For Affection (Ramuann)

more coming soon...

His Present (Diceann) (Dice Birthday Special 2024)