I was just in the mood to write some fluff. Brace yourselves, this is gonna be fluffier than a hundred kittens running around in a marshmallow factory.

All it took was a little smile. A shy grin from across a room crowded with strangers. Just one smile made you forget everything you knew about manners, grace, or self-control (which was very little to begin with). You had to see that smile again. You had to at least once be the cause of that smile. You had to at least once feel that smile lift your spirits when you were feeling down. You needed to see those lips curl and those eyes brighten, to hear the laughter come ringing out of that mouth like church bells. You would relentlessly push random strangers to the ground if it meant meeting the man behind that smile. And that's what you did.

All it took was one glance into those eyes. Those deep purple eyes, alive with life, yet relaxed all the same. You wanted nothing more than to gaze into them and tell the man behind them that you would never leave his side, and to have him tell you the same. You never wanted to look away, you never wanted to miss a single moment in which they shone with laughter. You wanted to wipe the tears away from them, to calm the raging fires that burned in them. You wanted to gaze into those eyes and never stop, no matter what. You would forget about all your anxieties, your fear of crowds and claustrophobia, if it meant meeting the man behind those eyes. And that's what you did.

All it took was that one man. That one man who shied away from strangers, yet walked right up to you with a grin on his face. That one man who would stutter because he was afraid of his own imperfections, yet was the most perfect thing in the universe to you. That one man who would take in shelter cats at the drop of a hat, and miraculously nurse every single one to the healthiest point of their lives. That one man whose smile drove you crazy, yet all the same kept you from going over the edge. All it took was one Tavros Nitram to make you forget anything you thought you knew about love.

All it took was that one man. That one man who was so comfortable in his own skin that it made you forget about your own insecurities. That one man who came across as laid back, but would constantly worry about you. That one man who could listen to your stories for hours, yet never complain or lose interest. That one man whose eyes would pull you into a kiss long before his lips. All it took was one Gamzee Makara to make you forget everything you thought you knew about love.

Sorry, this chapter is kind of short, but please tell me what you think. Was it fluffy enough?