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In Peach’s mind, falling in love should be a work of art. It wasn't a sudden drop, but a process—smooth and subtle, like drifting off to sleep until you simply woke up in love. Or, perhaps, something more luxurious, like a rich stew left to simmer; the flavors building layer by layer, deepening into something truly profound.
It was never supposed to be fast.
Instead of a slow burn, falling in love with Thee felt like getting hit by a Shinkansen—a beautiful, high-speed blur. The velocity of their unexpected connection had stolen Peach's breath, leaving his heart pounding, his emotions screaming past him faster than the world outside a train window.
Being in love with Thee was a force, something profound that rearranged his entire emotional landscape. It was bigger than joy, more essential than ambition, an enormous warmth that didn't just fill his world—it became the framework of his days, eclipsing every light he had known before.
He couldn't describe it without sounding ridiculous, but for Peach, loving Thee was a contradiction felt deep in the chest.
It was the smooth, intoxicating rush of sweetness followed immediately by a sharp, bitter burn—like a fleeting drug he kept chasing.
The feeling itself was light, almost weightless, offering a brief illusion of pure freedom before the crash.
The literature was obsessed with love as a flame, a hungry inferno that set you ablaze and made you burn through everything you touched.
Peach found that idea exhausting.
His love, the one he found with Thee, didn't demand a thing. It was quiet, gentle, settling him onto the sofa, pressing a glass of water into his hand, and offering a comforting, grounding touch to the back of his neck. It was the love that said, “You can stop now.”
The feeling was so specific: the kind of deep, permeating warmth that came only from peppermint hot chocolate sipped under a beloved old blanket.
To Peach, their love was exactly that—a sensory memory, instantly wrapping him in the unmistakable, indelible scent of home.
It was a well-known fact that Peach couldn't stand anything too sweet. Yet, here he was, deliberately letting himself drown in Thee.
It wasn't just a tolerance; it was an active choice to indulge in the feeling—a heavy, abundant caramel sweetness that settled deep in his core, leaving a necessary, lingering warmth where there used to be none.
Intimacy with Thee was the simplest thing in the world.
It wasn't just comforting; it was like the connection itself was a familiar place, a shelter Peach recognized with his whole body. Every shared moment felt natural and unforced, a seamless return to a safety he didn't even know he’d been missing.
Peach wore silence like a second skin, a defense mechanism tailored over years. Yet, for all his careful quiet, he was still an open wound when it came to people he loved—caring, perhaps, a bit too much.
His true vulnerability was masked, but sometimes the intense feelings would seep out of the carefully constructed gaps, revealing the soft truth beneath his silent facade.
But Thee—
He hadn't walked into Peach's life so much as exploded into it. He was a burst of fireworks, all glittering chaos and blinding light, whispering, “I love you” to a heart Peach had long ago nailed shut.
Thee's presence didn't just illuminate the darkness; it was a dazzling, immediate flood that made Peach feel loved in ways he hadn't known his body could register.
Falling for Thee had been devastatingly easy.
And Peach knew he was structurally incapable of stopping.
He kept falling, drawn by a heart that was simply too big, too generous for his own good.
He always would.
He would keep forgiving every slight, because in the calculus of his spirit, love—even this complicated, bitter love—always outweighed the pain.
Peach was perpetually tumbling into the depth of Thee, unable to resist the sheer, overwhelming magnitude of his own affection.
Author's note:
Here it is: my very first TheePeach fiction! I plan on writing more, but this one is really a deep character study of Peach.
The idea was sparked by a conversation with Dani, our aspiring director 😍
Even without reading the novel, I'm focusing on the context we have: Thee represents his first same-sex love, which complicates his past trauma from abandonment and abuse.
The central theme is how Peach perceives their love as an overwhelming, inevitable force. It marked the first time he'd ever felt a connection that fundamentally changed who he was. Before Thee, he'd never been with a man. This wasn't just opening a new chapter—it was tossing the whole book out.
For Peach, a life of abandonment and abuse meant love was synonymous with loss and pain. He learned that needing anyone was dangerous. Yet, Thee offered something radically different: a love that felt safe, warm, and saw him completely.
I enjoy playing with the concept that what Peach is experiencing is far beyond simple romance; it’s a form of existential relief. For the first time, he isn't just falling in love, he’s falling into a place of belonging.
For a child, belonging should first be found in their own home, with their family. Because that belonging has always been out of reach, it feels like a high-stakes combination of salvation and danger. He couldn’t just dive headfirst into love; he had to test it, like dipping a toe in the water. But the sheer force of his feelings for Thee makes that caution almost impossible. While it might not be a purely “good” feeling, it’s profoundly real, offering the potential for true transformation. (Just to be clear, this is my own interpretation of my version of Peach, not tied to the original source material.)