#coucou answers

[coucou-art]

heads up, some piece of shit bitch is training AI with your art

😂😂😂😂💀💀💀 yo what the fuck lmaaaooo

[ramyeonguksu]

Hullevi 4, 23, 25!

4: What is their love language?

Already talked about it here!

23: Do they learn new things from each other?

Hillevi definitely learns a lot from Hubert in my opinion. Hubert is a bit more apathetic to others' opinions than most people and Hillevi is someone who dwells on the past far too much and cares waaaay too much about what others think about her. They share a mutual experience of patricide but how they went about it and how their mindsets changed (if at all) after that is different. Hillevi for a while constantly wondered if her father would have maybe accepted her later on if he was still alive, which leaves her riddled with guilt for accidentally killing her father in self-defense. Contrast that to Hubert, who planned his patricide for years most likely and is firm in his belief that he was an irredeemable piece of filth. In addition to the fact that Hubert has a more objective approach to life at times, a lot of their deeper conversations lead to Hillevi developing more confidence in not only her choices but also herself, and sometimes it's okay to leave things as they are.

As for Hubert he's someone who struggles to trust anyone that isn't Edelgard, and with how Hillevi had a major personality shift from before the academy to while she attended he really didn't trust her at first. This slowly changes as he gets to know her more and observe her from afar, seeing her struggle with her own identity issues and understanding why she felt the need to make that change to herself in the first place. I think interacting with Hillevi would allow him to start trusting others easier (although not that big of an improvement given his duties as Edelgard's right hand man and the shit he deals with) and allow him to open up about himself a bit more in order to be able to properly give Hillevi the objective advice she might need.

And on top of that Hillevi would send him a metric fuck ton of letters describing what she experiences during her travels away from him so he would definitely learn a lot from her in regards to foreign nations and the like.

25: What are the moments they treasure the most?

Definitely when they finally confessed to each other! My personal interpretation is that after Hillevi returned from her trip she gets welcomed by everyone from the Eagles since they all gathered to celebrate the reopening of the Academy. It's a bit too much attention at first since it's been a while so she gets overwhelmed (it's fine just social battery going down LMAO) and goes towards that one area in front of the Goddess Tower to unwind a bit. Hubert knowing that she would find reclusive spots like that one to take a break would find her there and they'd finally share a private moment together catching up and sending snarky comments to each other, just like the good ol' times.

I wrote this up in case I ever wanted to write a whole fic for it but here ahsdjfk (dagger is Hubert compass is Hillevi) (dialogue subject to change)

Anyway they treasure this moment a lot because it's been SO LONG since they last saw each other and they finally solidified their feelings for each other ahsdkfj

[pantherxrogers]

Coucou j’ai une requête une histoire d’Ateez sortant avec une fille plus petite mais vraiment plus petite (5,3) qu’eux . Please 🥹

bf!ateez dating a shorter reader

🐰 pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

🐰 warnings: kissing, a little suggestive, extremely fluffy, not proofread

🐰 summary: what each member of ateez would be like if they have a shorter s/o

🐰 a/n: i don't usually write about height, so this was a challenge lmao. thank you for your request bby! i hope i answered it correctly. i used google translate, so i hope it was correct 😅

also! i used lowercase for this one. it feels appropriate for a headcanon lmao. let me know if y'all prefer this or sentence case!

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

seonghwa

as one of the taller members, seonghwa is used to helping out shorter people

it’s in his nature to nurture, so he uses his height to your advantage

he’s particularly useful when you’re in the kitchen, helping you reach anything on the top shelves

that being said, he feels like his heart is going to stop when he sees you jumping up on the counter to reach the bowls

“ah, hold on, honey. let me get that for you.” you pretend to be annoyed but secretly love how much he dotes on you

"thank you, 'hwa," you stand on your tip toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek

he's happy to help with no reward, but he's a sucker for the way you dote on him afterwards

hongjoong

given that he’s already on the shorter side, there isn’t much difference between the two of you

you don’t mind his height, it makes that all the more easier for you to love on him

you’re quick to wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a quick kiss to his cheeks, causing a subtle blush to spread across his face

he is still slightly taller than you, so he likes to remind you of that sometimes

when you guys take selfies, he likes to hold the camera up a little higher to exaggerate the difference lmao

the other members often tease him about how you guys are perfect for each other, even down to the height

they really do mean it though, you guys are like magnets when you’re together

yunho

it’s no secret that yunho is the tallest member, always standing out in a crowd

whenever he goes in for a kiss, he practically folds himself in half to meet you. sometimes you scold him for his dramatics, but he doesn't want you to put in extra work

he loves picking you up randomly?? like whenever he sees you walking around the apartment, he will literally swoop you up and put you over his shoulder

it never fails to catch you off guard, but you'd be lying if you said you don't enjoy it

unlike seonghwa, he likes to tease you a little bit before he decides to help you reach things

sometimes he'll purposefully put things on the top shelf so you'll have to ask him to get it

"yunho, why is MY apron on the top shelf?" you huff, playfully rolling your eyes at him

"oh, that was YOUR apron?" he's terrible at playing innocent, but you find it adorable anyway

yeosang

like hongjoong, he's not the tallest member

still, there's a couple inches between the pair of you

he actually doesn't think much of it all, never being concerned with things like that

he just loves being around you and being as close to you as possible

we all know yeosang loves his sleep, and he's always firm on being the bigger spoon

"babe, i'm col-" before you can even get the words out, he's wrapping himself around you, cuddling into your neck

you're grateful that he isn't too much taller than you, often joking that he's the perfect sized body pillow

as soon as you're intertwined, he's usually out like a light within minutes. like literally.

san

san loooooooves being taller than you

not because he's superficial but because doting on you is actually his favorite thing in the world

unlike yunho and seonghwa, he can actually be a little overwhelming with how much he wants to help out

"san, i don't need you to get the milk. it's only on the second shelf, honey," you explain, softly patting his back from behind.

"oh, i don't mind. here you go, baby," he smiles, handing you the milk and kissing the top of your head.

you chuckle to yourself, knowing that this is just the way san is

he's never condescending when he helps you out, he really just can't help but spoil you in every way possible

mingi

mingi never really thought too much about his height before he started dating you

but now, you remind him of it all the time

not to be annoying, but you loooove that he towers over you

it's even more attractive that he never makes a big deal out of it

"mingiiiiii," you pout up at him, puckering dramatically for a kiss

"oh, sorry, baby," he hums, before leaning down to meet your lips. you're quick to loop your arms behind his neck, making it easier for him to scoop you up.

but now that he knows the effect his height has on you, sometimes he like to play into your hand

when you call him into the bathroom, he makes a show of leaning against the doorframe, his tall figure filling up the space. your words trail off, laser-focused on him and the way he crowds the space.

"yes, jagi?" he smirks, flexing his arms slightly, "i'll help you out, don't worry."

let's just say that he helps you out, buuuuut it might not be with what you actually called him in there for

wooyoung

wooyoung is so bratty about being taller than you lmao

(affectionate) teasing is his love language, which he amplifies when he's with you

"oop, watch out, babe!" he makes a show of steadying himself, "i didn't see you there!" he exclaims, loving the way you roll your eyes at his antics.

"woo, not this again," you sigh, nudging off the hand he used to pat the top of your head.

his laugh is over the top, but he's quick to soothe you with a soft kiss. "i'm just joking, baby," he hums, wrapping you in a hug. he brings a hand under your chin, coaxing you to make eye contact with him. "you know i love you just the way you are, right?" the sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter. you nod at him, afraid of what your voice will sound like if you speak.

instead, you press your lips to his. you've never doubted his love for you. and you never will.

jongho

again, there's only a few inches between y'all

but let's not count jongho out! he loves doting on you too, even if he doesn't want to admit it out loud

now jongho really could not care less about height, but you like to boost his ego sometimes

"bear, do you mind grabbing my purse from the top rack?" you hum from the closet.

"of course, baby," he hums proudly, stretching his arms to grab your handbag. he holds onto it, puckering his lips in return.

you press a loud smack to his lips, giggling at his dopey little smile

"thank you, bear," you purr, going back in for more.

[janeleclerc]

Hey I see you are taking Christmas requests can I please request Charles x reader!wife with a 3 year old with the promote 1 and 5? Love you writing 🥹

1- “Not to panic you or anything, but we’re standing underneath a mistletoe.”

2- “Love, I’m coming back home for Christmas,”

WARNINGS: none, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i didn’t know which name to pick for the three year old son - so i just put Y/S/N which stands for your son’s name :)

“Careful with the cup, Y/S/N,” Y/N said softly as she handed her son the cup of hot chocolate he’s been begging her for ever since they came back home.

She sat down on the couch and picked up a book she’d been meaning to finish for a bit as Y/S/N sat down and watched The Grinch.

Y/N was so focused on the book, that when her phone started ringing, it startled her.

charles 💗, it read.

She smiled as she picked up the phone and clicked on the answer button, putting her book aside.

“Coucou!” Y/N responded cheerily. Hello!

“Bonjour, mon ange - how are you?” He asked her. Hello, my angel. A smile could clearly be heard in his voice.

“I’m okay! How are you?”

“I’m okay - listen, love, I’m coming home for Christmas!” He said excitedly. Y/N grinned and jumped up, startling Y/S/N.

Once the call was closed, she turned around to her son and clapped, exclaiming “Dad is coming home for Christmas!”

That caused the three year old to jump up and squeal - forgetting about his hot chocolate which was spilled all over the floor now.

But they didn’t care; Charles was coming home for Christmas.

୨♡୧

The pair stayed up all night waiting for Charles; although Y/S/N was tired and his bedtime was way past the time, he stayed up to welcome his father nonetheless.

And when the doorbell rang through the whole house, the two of them immediately jumped up to the door and opened it, giddiness being sensed in their eyes.

“I’m home!” Charles laughed when the door was opened. The family engulfed into a huge hug full of kisses and murmurs and laughs.

“I missed you so much, daddy!” Y/S/N smiled. Charles picked him up and kissed his forehead.

“I missed you too, little one!” He replied, setting him down slowly. The three of them went to sit on the couch, opening a Christmas movie and drinking hot chocolates.

Charles’ arm sneaked around Y/N’s waist and pinched it slightly. Her head turned and her eyes met his.

“Not to panic you or anything, but we’re underneath a mistletoe.” He mumbled with a smile. She rolled her eyes as she made her way closer and kissed him; a long, passionate kiss. They missed those kisses.

“Ew, stop!” Y/S/N gagged, causing the two of them to laugh. They loved their little family. They loved every bit of it.

thank you for reading and requesting, i hope you enjoyed!! <333

[idrinkteawhenifeeldeadinside]

Pit Babe episode 4 rewatch/live commentary (part 1)

Never mind it's been 20 minutes. And it's currently 23h30. I wonder what time it's gonna be when a finish part 1 ???

Kim being so done

I kinda like how Winner say "my team" instead of "I"

Nah that gross. And Way choked face is priceless

Alan look like a overworked dab being tired by his unruly kid antic

Let's go tension

Dean wearing all black when the others are all wearing some kind of blue

Just TALK to him !

Charlie reassuring him about the next race...the vulnerability in Babe eyes....

Answer him, i beg you Babe

Once again, get lost Way! 2 Point to Alan for his perspicacity. Minus 5 for having this conversation while Jeff is eavesdropping on them

et coucou !

Hello sir?! Ever heard of CONSENT ?????

No but how many time did Babe get gropped without his consent because of his "reputation"?

oh Babe 😟

Yep definitely Tony's son ; pimping up boys to his best friend....

Never mind, in this episode Way getting the award of the most pathetic man (sorry Winner)

In an alternate universe, that scene would've been really cute (Babygirl 1 looking out for babygirl 2 love life)

And Way has to ruin it ! And Charlie "influencing" Babe ? That rich coming from him.

Mais vas y, enlevé ta mains pleine de doigts là !

No, no it's not

Thank you Babe for your honesty

Babies !

Babe being so happy

That not really a fun joke to make Babe. Poor Way (in another universe, this wold have been his evil origin story)

"the egg yolk is here"...Babe was so cute, i'm crying

Way is a fool for thinking that what's between him and Babe is not already one of the most precious thing in life

Not that i'm agreeing with Way, but i get it

Charlie, you're really cute but don't...don't do that

Good guess captain obvious

No Babe

Babe ?

Not Babe

Instead we got soft Jeff being an adorable little gremlins

I find it really fitting that Babe has a revisited version of the 3 monkey in his bed room (🙉🙊🙈) because they've seen, heard and could tell us a lot about what happened in here

Now this scene remind me off something, i wonder what ??? (spoiler -> episode 5 and 13)

Charlie just puts himself between Babe and any harm that could befall on him.

And then Babe...he's so worried and....then ....🥺

I can only imagine how badly Jeff wanted to go to his big brother, to make sure that he was okay, but couldn't. Nothing worse than seeing a loved one being hurt and being unable to do a single thing.

Hiiii Dean !!!! you're cute 🤗

Please tell me they didn't do anything in the locker room

The look on Kim face when Winner appear

Look at them

Family portrait (if you know, you know)

🥹

Hi Kenta! Will i do love seeing you in really tight t-shirt/turtleneck, that black shirt is on another level

That a nasty bruise

Imagine the potential of those 4 together (in what capacity ? feel free to let your imagination go wild...or not)

He was so hopeful

Also i need to know how this went

oh wow, it's 01h45 (1.45 am).....next part later today !!!

[sorrowflattershim]

a very pregnant louis breastfeeding lestat

Under the cut. Word count: 627

Louis’ chest hurt. It had been tender for days, sore, stinging; bordering on outright pain. He laid in bed, Lestat spooning him, hand on Louis’ belly. Thirty-seven weeks pregnant and Louis, half-awake and hurting in the hours just before dawn, saw the next three weeks stretch in front of him like another thirty-seven.

“Les,” Louis whispered sleepily. Lestat made some sound of acknowledgement. “Les, you gotta help me.”

Lestat answered, voice thick and even more drawling than usual, “Hm? Là, là. Je suis là.”

Reaching behind him, Louis ran a hand through Lestat’s hair, pulling on it slightly. Predictably, that woke his husband, who moaned softly, up. Louis could feel Lestat against his ass, hardening in his pyjamas. He stretched like a cat when he woke up.

“I need your help, Lestat… they’re hurting again.”

Lestat chuckled, “Coucou à toi aussi, chéri.”

But he snuck a hand under the satin shirt Louis wore to bed and teased a finger over one of Louis’ big areolas. A sigh of relief escaped Louis as Lestat ran one of his glass-like acrylics over Louis’ flat nipple, scratching ever so slightly against the hot skin. He kept teasing them, alternating between punishingly and gentling, just like Louis needed. But the pressure inside his breasts didn’t let up, even as the tension slowly released him.

“Baby,” Louis said, arching into Lestat’s touch and resting his head on the other’s shoulder. He could hear Lestat’s breath in his ear, sharp intakes and deep exhalations. “I’m too full. Can you—”

“Get the pump?” “— put your mouth on them?”

Lestat groaned. It made Louis smile, that it was so exciting for Lestat; a rare treat in some way. Of course, he thought Louis would prefer the pump early in the morning, but Louis knew Lestat would want to. If there was any doubt about his husband’s excitement — big and hard — then his feverish kisses and quick moves to make space so Louis could turn on his back would’ve done away with them.

Louis took off the shirt he’d gone to sleep with and settled back propped against the pillows. As soon as he opened his arms, Lestat was in them, kissing his hairy chest before latching onto one of Louis’ nipples and suckling. He was so gentle to start, always, but then he would get impatient, or greedy, and really drink his fill. He moaned, throwing his head back in the pillows, ran a hand through Lestat’s hair, and tried to ignore both his soaking, empty pussy and his husband humping him.

“Grown ass man,” Louis said, and Lestat snuck a hand down Louis’ pyjama shorts just like he had snuck a hand up his shirt earlier. He ran his fingers through Louis’ squelching wet folds and then stroked Louis’ t-dick off with two fingers. “Fuck, fuck!”

Lestat sucked harder and Louis heard Lestat swallow as he came. Louis came, squirted over Lestat’s hand, and just stared at the ceiling for a moment, catching his breath.

“And the other side?” Lestat asked. Louis looked at him. His eyes were so, so blown and Louis couldn’t decide if he looked more hungry or horny. Lestat licked his lips, drawing attention to the scar at his mouth. It almost felt better than sex, Louis thought, being wanted so badly. But only almost.

He spread his legs. “You can fuck me, but after, I want a big breakfast.”

“I’ll go to the farmer’s market,” Lestat promised and, “I’ll bring it to you in bed.”

Louis hid his pleased smile by turning his head.

“Sounds like you gotta hurry up, cher.”

“Baby, this will take a while,” Lestat said, almost apologetically, holding his leaking dick nearly sheepishly, before fucking into Louis’ front hole and latching onto his other nipple.

[cloverscomics]

Coucou !

Je viens de découvrir Pia and the Tiny Little Things et je l'ai trouvée absolument géniale !

J'adore le style graphique, les personnages, les thèmes... Tout quoi ! Pia est très relatable et j'espère que les choses vont s'améliorer pour iel.

J'étais enchanté de voir que les nouvelles pages avaient repris, c'trop cool :)

Et merci beaucoup pour la traduction, j'imagine que ça fait du travail en plus mais c'est tellement rare de lire une histoire avec des problématiques queer en français, et ça c'est trop bien. J'ai l'habitude de les voir en anglais (oui, je sais, on est sur Tumblr, c'est pas une surprise) et ça les rend plus proches de les voir en français.

Et une petite question (si tu as le temps et que ce n'est pas un spoiler) : j'ai l'impression qu'Edou est ND (neurodivergent), est-ce moi qui projette mon propre autisme (ce qui est bien possible :')) ou est-ce délibéré ?

Ne te sens pas obligé•e de répondre, bien sûr, on est entre introvertis ^^°

Encore merci pour ce que tu fais !

<3

Coucou! Merci pour tes éloges, ça fait toujours plaize :)

Je n'ai pour l'instant jamais écrit un personnage avec l'idée précise de le faire ND, parce que je n'ai pas moi même d'experience avec l'autisme et je commence juste à en parler et découvrir vraiment chez des personnes proches, donc peut être qu'un jour ça arrivera! Par contre, plusieurs lecteur.ices ont déjà posé la question pour plusieurs persos (que ce soit dans LTT ou dans Go Get a Roomie) et je suis tout pour qu'iels puissent se retrouver dans mes personnages, donc si un des mes persos devient ND pour eux ça me va très bien!

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ENGLISH TIME:

I was asked if Edou (from Little Tiny Things) was ND (neuro-divergent) and I answered that so far, I've never written a character that was explicitly ND just because I don't have that experience, and I only recently started talking with close friends that have autistic experiences. So one day, perhaps, I'll create characters with this characteristic in mind! Now that I know more.

But I'm also glad that readers, who have asked me the question before for other characters of mine, can project and relate with them, regardless of whether I wrote them that way or not.

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

Q&A :-)

Rules: answer and tag people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with. Tagged by: @cowboy-babygirl-eddiediaz hi! <3 and @anatargmova coucou! <3

last song: someone like you - adele

favorite color: purple 💜

currently reading: no books currently, and i'm always reading fanfics

currently watching: i'm in between shows, i'm trying to decide what i'm gonna watch next, maybe one of the star wars shows

last movie: I... have no idea 😐

sweet, spicy, savoury: savoury

relationship status:

current obsessions: 9-1-1

tea or coffee: tea

last thing I googled: i was looking for a source for this pic of Oliver because I was/am contemplating using it for a moodboard

@singitforthegirls @cafecitoeddie @linus-lucy @inell @like-icarus-burns @disasterbuck @edmundodiazz @aspecbuddie @monroemary @verylazyanimal if you've already done it, tag me in your post i wanna see :D

[isaut]

𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔— f!reader x captain rex. divorcee au.

it gets so lonely in my mansion... other fics of note in this series: you should probably leave | starting over | i might say something stupid. cw: drinking, yearning, rex isn't a natural blonde, secret relationships

You feel good. You’ve had half a bottle of sauvignon blanc by your pool and have made a dent in the romance book recommended to you. The sun has set, and you’re fresh from the shower, all lathered in lotions and in your silken pyjamas, standing in your kitchen. 

You feel like you’re twenty again. Only this time, your kitchen is bigger, your family larger. The butterflies on new romance still dance within you.  

There’s a jazz record on the stereo, lazily spinning around. You pour yourself another glass of wine and glance at your phone on the counter. Your vision narrows on it. Picking it up, you check the time on the little face. 9:54. 

It’s too late to call someone. It’s too late to call someone. 

That’s what you tell yourself. But your body decides differently, instead scrolling through your contacts until you come across Rex’s. 

The number dials. You wait for an answer. There is none. You don’t leave a message when prompted. 

Instead you put your phone away and help yourself to a square of dark chocolate. Then another. And another. And suddenly it’s 10:17, there’s two squares of chocolate left, and you’re dialing Rex’s number again. 

It rings until you get to voicemail. Maybe he’s asleep already. 

Beep. “Coucou,” you say, words a little slippery. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m calling… It’s just… I’m bored and lonely. And it’s late. I should go to bed. I’m sorry. You don’t have to call me back. I’ll see you when I see you next.” 

You hang up. Groan. Down your glass of wine, though you should probably stop. 

Rex steps out of the bathroom with his hair freshly dyed, skin lotioned and in his boxers. His phone rests on his beside table– He thought he heard it ringing. Picking it up, he’s a little surprised to see that he has two missed calls from you. Nonetheless, his heart flutters in his chest. More than it should. 

He sits on the side of his bed to listen to the voicemail, heart thrumming in his chest the entire time. He deduces that you’re definitely drinking, but this is… His heart skips a beat again. 

The phone rings a few times before you answer it. Rex speaks first. 

He drawls your name with his hello. 

“Hi, Rex,” you say, sounding a bit embarrassed. 

“You having fun tonight?” He asks.

“No,” you bemoan. A breath leaves your lips as you sit down on the couch. 

“Why’s that?” Rex asks. 

You’re thinking what he wants to hear. He’s not there. 

“I’m just… I’m bored. And I don’t want to go to sleep yet.” 

Rex lays back on his bed, running a hand over the top of his head. “Why’s that?” 

You let out a sigh. Your words sound like a whine. “I don’t know. I should go to sleep.” 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Rex says, though his words are selfish. He’s not done talking to you. It’s almost a plea. Stay on the line for a little longer. 

Rex hears the sound of wine pouring. He swallows. 

“Do you want some company?” He offers. 

“You don’t need to do that,” you say. 

“I don’t mind.” 

There’s a moment of quiet. “Um, you don’t have to come over. If you don’t want to.” 

“Let me get dressed,” Rex says, all too willing. 

“If you’re already in your pyjamas, you don’t… The phone is fine.” 

“I was just getting out of the shower,” Rex adds. “It’s really fine.” 

There’s a little sniffle on the other end of the line. “You live across town.” 

“I don’t mind, really.” 

“Really?” 

“I’ll be there in twenty,” Rex says. “Stay awake until then?” 

“You can just let yourself in,” you say. “I’ll be in the backyard.” 

“Having a cigarette?” 

You giggle. “No. Air is nice out tonight.” 

“Good girl.” Rex doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches over the receiver. “Save me a glass, alright?” 

“We can share,” you hum. “Can you bring something to sleep in?” 

“For me or for you?” 

Rex can imagine you twirling your hair. “Both.”

“Am I spending the night?” 

There’s a beat of pause. “It just gets so lonely.” 

“Okay,” Rex says gently. “I’ll be right there.” 

“Okay,” you reply, not moving to hang up. 

“I’m going to hang up now,” Rex warns. 

“Are you?” 

“Yeah. You’ll see me soon.” 

“I know.” 

“I’ll be there in person,” Rex promises. 

“I know.” 

Rex chuckles. “I’ll see you soon.” He calls you by your first name and your maiden name. 

There’s a dreamy sigh on the other end. 

“I’ll see you soon,” Rex promises again. “Bye.” Your name is still gentle on his tongue. 

“Bye,” you say, all soft. 

Rex reluctantly hangs up the phone. He gets dressed, as casual as he can be. Wears jeans so he has something respectable to leave your house in the morning. He grabs pyjamas– Two sets– and a pizza out of the freezer. 

He’s at your house in ten minutes. Letting himself in, he sets the pyjamas on the kitchen island counter. He also turns on your oven, leaving the pizza out on the counter. The patio light is on, he can see you sitting on the couch outside, glass of wine in your hand. 

There’s no getting around startling you as he opens the door to your patio. 

“Rex,” you breathe, hand on your chest. You’re already in pyjamas, a silken matching set. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Rex says, closing the door behind him. 

“Hi,” you say, head tilting back as he comes to stand before you. His hand rests on the side of your face, fingers dipping into your hair. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Rex says. You lean into his touch. “How are you?” 

“Miss my kids,” you admit. With the hand not holding your wine glass, you loop a finger in Rex’s belt loops. 

“I bet.” Rex sympathizes with you, everytime he drops his kids off there’s a pang in his chest. “I brought you a gift.” 

Your eyes light up. “Really?” 

“I have ‘jamas for you. And I brought a frozen pizza.” 

“You’re wearing real pants.” 

“Want to be decent when I leave in the morning.” 

You hum, leaning forward despite your best judgment, to rest your head against Rex’s stomach. His fingers card through your hair to rest at the back of your head. “I’m going to make you such a good breakfast in the morning.” 

Rex chuckles. His hand slides from your hair to your upper back, across your shoulder blades, fingers dipping under the straps of your silk camisole. “Why do you want to change out of this?” 

“I got oil on it,” you drawl. Tilt your head up to look at Rex. “Do you want me to stay in it?” 

“I think you look pretty in this,” Rex says. 

“I’ll be prettier in your clothes.”

“Maybe with a little more food in your belly,” Rex suggests.

Guilt churns in your stomach. “You take such good care of me.” 

“It’s an honor to.” There’s nothing but sincerity in Rex’s tone. 

Standing in the kitchen, Rex places the pizza in the oven. As he straightens up, he looks over at you already taking off your shirt. 

“Woah,” Rex says, coming over before you can lift the camisole over your breasts, “Let’s get you upstairs, sweetheart. Grab the ‘jamas.” 

You pick them up, a few moments before Rex’s arms are around your thighs and he’s lifting you up over his shoulder. You shriek, stomach flipping at how easily he heaves you up. Rex pats your thigh, carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom. 

You don’t even pretend to want to be put down. 

Rex plops you down on the soft carpet of your bedroom, smiling fondly at you. 

“No one’s gonna see me in my kitchen,” you say. 

“It’s the principle of it,” Rex says. “You want to get changed somewhere else other than your bedroom?” 

You shrug. “I don’t care.” Pulling your camiole off you, pluck a flannel up out of the pile of clothes. You shrug it on, aware of Rex’s gaze on you. He brushes your hands away, buttoning up the soft fabric for you. 

“Be honest… Did you just want me in my bedroom?” You tease. 

Rex looks up from his work. “We’ll be back here when you’re ready to go to bed.” 

“Maybe we can make out a little bit,” you suggest, resting a hand on Rex’s chest. His heart thrums beneath your palm. 

“You want to make out a little bit?” 

“I’ve been good,” you say, defending yourself against nothing. “I haven’t had a cigarette in five months. So I think that deserves a makeout. Also. You’ve been here for so long and I haven’t even gotten a kiss.” 

Rex has been at your house for ten minutes. Nonetheless, he chuckles and leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Tilting your head, you lean up to press a kiss to his lips. There’s a hint of stubble as your lips pass over his. Rex pulls away before you can deepen the kiss. 

“You’re tipsy,” Rex says, placing his hands on your shoulders. “We can keep kissing after you’ve had some food.” 

Sighing, you nod. It’s upsetting on the surface, mostly because his unwillingness is attractive. There is no push for you to continue, no urgency that because you’re tipsy it’s important to give into carnal desires. You slide off your pyjama pants, the length of Rex’s flannel keeping you decent. 

You plop down on your bed, watching as Rex changes, leaning back against your hand. For a moment, you consider yourself the luckiest girl in the world that his ex cheated on him. That both of your marriages crashed and burned. Otherwise, how else would you end up together? 

Rex has told you before how he works out with his teenager, and it shows. The muscles on his back move as he shrugs on a t-shirt. His forearms flex as he undoes his jeans, exchanging them for soft flannel pants. 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Rex grabs your arm before you can fall backwards on the bed. “Where’re you going?” 

“Nowhere,” you smile. 

“Nowhere?” Rex parrots back, taking your other hand in his. He pulls you up to both feet. You go easily.

Ever since the two of you had started whatever this is— This company that you keep— Rex has noticed that you’re softer when it’s just the two of you. That you go easier, that you let loose a little more. 

“Nowhere,” you confirm. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Rex says. You place another kiss against his cheek, then another at the corner of his mouth. 

“I love it when you call me that,” you coo. 

“Do you?” 

You nod. 

Rex squeezes your hip. “It’s true… Don’t think there’s a better word to describe you.” 

“Sometimes you call me gorgeous.” 

“That’s another good one.” Rex smiles, eyes crinkling. 

He gets you downstairs, unwilling to escape the kisses that you place upon him, returning them once you’re standing in the kitchen, warmed by the heat of the oven. You give him a presentation of the wine: A vino vert from Spain, dressed in a green bottle to match its name. It’s ice cold and sweeter than you normally like, but it’s been a fun treat for the day. 

It isn’t the best pairing for DiGiorno, but it’ll do. It’ll do, when the company is so good. 

“I should have asked you to bring a bathing suit,” you lament, looking out towards the pool, lit up by lights within it. 

“I might as well keep one here,” Rex says, dipping his pizza slice in ranch dressing. “You say that everytime I come over.” 

“And yet you still don’t bring one,” you tease, shaking your head. 

“I have other things on my mind when you call.” 

“Oh?” 

Rex meets your gaze. “I’m not thinking about bringing a swimsuit.” 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Rex lets you fish. “Thinking about getting over here as fast as possible. Want to be around you.” 

Pleased with that answer, you set the crust of your slice on Rex’s plate. Picking up a fresh slice, you take a bite. 

“I’m going to buy you a swimsuit to keep here.” 

Rex is quiet for a moment. 

You glance over. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he says. 

You regard him for a few moments. “We don’t have to wear swimsuits, you know.”

Rex’s gaze flashes from your eyes to his plate. The tops of his ears turn pink. “That’s what I was thinking,” he admits, looking at the oil atop the pizza instead of you. “But we can’t go swimming tonight.” 

“Because I’ve been drinking,” you say, as if you’ve said it a thousand times.

“Safety first.” 

“I think you’d save me if I was drowning. You’d give me mouth to mouth.” 

Rex chuckles. “I can give you ‘mouth to mouth’ without needing to fracture your sternum.” 

You pause. “What?”

“When you’re giving CPR you fracture the sternum. Or dislocate a rib. But it keeps you alive.” 

You blink at Rex. 

He wipes his hands on the paper towel serving as a napkin, reaching over. His fist and middle fingers come to rest on your sternum. Beneath his touch, your heart skips a beat. You wonder if he can feel it. “You can push here for about two centimeters before anything begins to crack, and to do CPR you have to do five centimeters.” Rex’s hand slides down to rest on your thigh, squeezing once. 

He pats your thigh, pulling away his hand. “But yeah, I’ll give you mouth to mouth. Without breaking anything.” 

“Hopefully the sexy kind,” you huff. 

Rex chuckles. “Yeah, sweetheart. The sexy kind.”

You sink your teeth into a fresh slice of pizza. After a few bites, you decide to be done with it, setting it back on your plate. You take a few big sips of water from the plastic cup before you.  

“We haven’t made out,” you lament, wiping your hands on a paper towel. 

“Are you waiting?” 

“… No.” 

Rex smiles at the almost embarrassed lilt in your voice. “You wanna go makeout?”

You don’t meet his gaze. 

Rex taps you under the chin, before downing the rest of your wine. “Finish your pizza.” 

You do so without question. 

Dishes get put away, leftover pizza bets wrapped in tinfoil and shoved in the fridge amongst your neat stacks of tupperware and takeout. The wine glass finds its way into the dishwasher, and Rex nudges you upstairs when you try to meander towards the couch. 

Your eyes light up. 

“You want to?” 

“It’s late,” Rex says. It is, the clock nearing minute with every passing breath. “We can brush our teeth and then make out until we fall asleep.” 

It feels almost childish, talking about it as if it was some big event. As if it wasn’t just another part of your summer. As if you and Rex haven't done more than just make out. 

The moment your teeth are brushed and flossed and washed, you place a hand on Rex’s chest and begin pushing him out of the bathroom. 

“Your heart’s beating really fast,” you comment casually. 

“Is it?” Rex’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Can you blame me?” 

“Are you nervous?” 

Rex’s chuckle is sheepish. “No.” 

Your lashes bat down his body, down to the growing bulge in his boxers, then to the reddened tips of his ears. A grin pulls across your face. 

“Ophelia…” Rex warns. Against what, you have no idea. 

With a little nudge, you urge Rex to sit down on the bed. He goes willingly. You cup his face with one hand, thumb smoothing over the stubble on his jaw. Rex lowers his gaze to press a kiss against the palm of your hand. 

His hands come to rest on you, one around your thigh and one at your hip. Gently, he pulls you towards him, until you have no choice but you kneel against the bed and deposit yourself in his lap. 

Millimeters apart, your brain goes quiet with how close you are to Rex. It never fails to go quiet as butterfly wings when you’re close enough to see his pores. 

“Hi,” you breathe, rubbing a hand along his shoulder blades. 

“Hey,” he replies. 

Humming, you trail your fingers over the high points of his face: his cheekbones, his eyebrows, the ridge of his upper lip. Press a kiss to his forehead. Then to his nose. Then his lips. 

The two of you shimmy under the blankets, fan on high. 

“I don’t want to have sex,” you whisper, breath ghosting over Rex’s features. Your lashes flutter up to meet his, a flirtation of sorts. 

“We don’t have to,” Rex assures you. 

“Not because I don’t like you,” you say, hand creeping for Rex’s under the covers. His fingers twine with yours. 

“I know. And I still like you, even when we don’t have sex.” Rex’s reminder is gentle. He brings your hand up to press a kiss to the knuckles. 

“Okay,” you say. Rex is easy to believe. He lingers on you, with a warm gaze and trailed off words. 

 Rex slowly moves closer to continue the kiss. He thinks you look beautiful like this: soft in bed, in his clothes, wanting. Needing him. Rex likes when he’s needed, he likes when you need him. Though he picks his words carefully, and chooses this time to simply press his lips back against yours. 

You think you fall asleep with your lips against Rex’s, as one moment you’re kissing him and the next you’re blearily looking around a dark room. Your pillow rises and falls beneath you, and you rub your hand over Rex’s stomach, shifting to press your nose further into his neck. His hand that rests on your arm holds you close, and his thumb rubs against your bicep. 

He hums. His head tilts to the side so his cheek rests against your forehead. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Rex murmurs. 

You mumble a goodnight back. He’s warm and solid under you.

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absolutely obsessed with carina, so im very interested in ur other fe3h ocs! I know you posted about Carina's boss and a guy from Sreng, do you ever plan on making dedicated lore posts about them :0000

you have no idea how happy this makes me 😭 I love my OCs and my unwritten story so much, so it means a lot. It heavily depends on my current inspiration and mental state to really sit down and build their lore, but it is my little dream though to share my story with you all.

Hans and Gonen need more attention and love already.. also Carina's mother. And.. another character that I've yet to introduce but he secretly has strong ties to the Hresvelg house

[adarkrainbow]

Fairytales of France: The white cuckoo

Jacob Christillin collected, between 1902 and 1905, several fairytales of the Alpine region. Here is one story quite interesting for those who enjoy fairytale variations: "The white cuckoo"

Once upon a time, there was a wood-cutter and his wife, who had two children, a boy and a girl. One day their mother, who was an ogress, told them "Go into the forest gather some wood: the one who will bring back the largest pile will have a beautiful red apple". The children went in the forest together, but when they arrived, the brother tied up his sister to a tree, so that he could gather the most beautiful branches. Once he had a good pile, he untied his sister and went back home. His mother, seeing him return, told him "It seems your pile will be the best out of the two: come choose one of the red apples inside the kitchen's chest".

But when the little boy placed his head inside the chest, his mother had the heavy lid fall, cutting off the boy's neck - his head rolled among the apples. The ogress quickly took the head and the body, and boiled them in a pot. When the little girl returned, her mother told her to keep the fire alight by blowing on it, but added "I forbid you from looking inside the cooking pot!". The little girl, however, dared to peek at the surface of the water: she saw a hand floating.

The little girl ran away, scared, and her mother asked: "Why are you crying? Did you look into the pot?". The girl answered "No, I burned myself!". Her mother sent her back to take care of the fire. The little looked a second time into the cooking pot, and saw a foot floating. She ran away crying one more time, and when you mother yellewed "Curious child, you did look into the pot!", the girl answered "No, mother, I just hurt myself when I fell down!". The little girl was sent back a third time by the cooking pot, and she looked a third time into it: she saw the head of her own brother. She ran away for a third time, and excused her behavior by pretending that her head hit a wall.

When the supper hour came, the mother cut her son's boiled corpse into pieces, and told her daughter to take the bones away on a rock. The girl obeyed: she gathered all of the little bones, and placed them onto a rock near the house.

The next day, the father and the daughter were standing near the rock when a white cuckoo came. And it sang this song:

"Coucou, / Ma mère m'a mangé / Coucou, / Mon père m'a mangé / Coucou, / Ma soeur a rassemblé mes os / Coucou, / Donnez de l'argent à mon père / Coucou, / Donnez de la belle toile à ma soeur, / Coucou, / Et une grosse pierre sur la tête de ma mère"

THE END

Now for personal notes...

I said this story was interesting for those seeking fairytale variations, because you recognize here a Franco-Alpine variation of the famous Grimm fairytale "The Juniper Tree", with a few details changed (such as the motif of "Not looking into the pot" replacing the one of the girl believing she murdered her brother ; or the mother's behavior being explained by her - supposedly secret - nature as an ogress). But what is so fascinating with this version is how, despite the ending presented by the brothers Grimm being alluded to by the cuckoo's song, the narrative abruptly ends with the apparition of the bird. There's no happy ending, the song of the bird seems more like a wish or a plea than an actual prophecy, and in fact the narrative doesn't even explain what the bird is or where it came from. We understand from the song that it is the spirit of the dead boy - but still, it is fascinating to compare this abrupt and ellusive ending with more literary and expensive records lik the one of the brothers Grimm.

[oui-itsa-me-lefrog]

Coucou!! C’est encore moi :D

Comment ça va? ça fait si longtemps!!

Oh! Oui! Le frog, Mon amour /p, Si tu étais transformé en grenouille, qui embrasserais-tu pour briser la malédiction ?

Mon ami, je suis vraiment désolé d'avoir mis du temps à répondre, j'ai été occupé par mon travail criminel ! (He means he got arrested to see Dad again.) Terry, ma chère, s'il te plaît, ne m'envoie pas de messages sur mon compte, c'est très dangereux. (okay. bye.)

Well, mon ami, I would give my beautiful daughter Dart un petit kiss on ze cheek, because nothing is greater than a father's love for his wonderful children!!

...

Ze real answer is my ex-husband Officier Garrett. Or maybe Pencil Man. Probably Pencil Man, if we are ze make-believing.

Translations under the cut!

[Ask translation for my non-speakers, love you all!: Hello!! It's me again :D How are you? It has been such a long time!! Oh! Yes! The frog, My love /p, If you were transformed into a frog, who would you kiss to break the curse?]

My friend, I'm really sorry it took me so long to respond, I've been busy with my criminal work! (He means he got arrested to see Dad again.) Terry, my dear, please don't send me messages on my account, it's very dangerous. (okay. bye.)

[k4tie75]

for the ask game!

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- coucous 💕

Heyy! Thanks so much for asking bb 🫶🏻

🎬 - if you could turn one fic on 75blr into a movie which one would you pick?

Omg this is so difficult wtf they're all so good man 😭 buttt I'd have to say

Aipoban by @heyidkyay like that's fr my fave thing I reckon I've ever read love mouse and matty 🤭🫶🏻

🤍 - favourite abiior music video

Ahhhh omg probably the it's not living video because Amber's in it and ugh the whole things so iconiccc

🏠 - if you could take home one element of the house what would you pick?

This is such a crap answer but the wooden chair matty sat on and played the piano or the sofa if I'm feeling scandalous 🤭😭

Thanks so so so much for asking 😙🫶🏻

[anauro]

Oh wow! Bonjour Kit! It's been a while! How have you been? It's so funny because I kinda fell out of love with Starchaser (James belongs with Sirius, you cannot change my mind), but I did not unsubscribe from DASS and when I read the new chapter, I realized I'd legit forgotten how much I LOVED this fic, like wow.

So, I re-read everything from the start! 🥰

And wow²: Regulus fell in love HARD and in like 2 days omg! So much stuff happened, that I kept forgetting it's only been a MONTH. Also, why do I come back into the fandom, and the first post I see on your page mentions *ominous piano sounds*?? 🥴

As usual, I have thoughts, but that'll be another ask because it might be too long! But here's a tiny one: before getting stabbed, what did James do to be able to have abs by the time he ended up on Reg's couch? I cannot picture him being clear-headed enough to do crunches. 🤔

Oh and Happy Birthday Dass! - 🇫🇷

Coucou Frenchie! 🧋

So long no see, I’m glad you haven’t forgotten about me! I also know I’m taking like a month to reply to these asks, but hey, you left me hanging for a while too so it’s only fair!

Whilst I enjoy a good Sirius x James smut, James belongs to Regulus and sorry, we can agree to disagree on that 😛

As to your question, (and I promise I will get to the rest of them at some point shortly), I have no answer that will make sense. I know abs are a bitch to keep, I don’t know how James did it because he definitely wasn’t doing crunches and his diet consisted of pretty much nothing. Maybe genetics?? I don’t know, but I needed him to have something to catch Regulus’ attention and as a keen enjoyer of muscular tummies, that thing became abs.

And yes, you’re right that regulus fell for James basically within days, but I feel like he had so much bottled up love and affection and care that wasn’t reciprocated by anyone (mainly Barty and Sirius) he threw it all at the first person that displayed any sort of interest. And that’s not healthy at all and guess what, it will blow up in both their faces at some point 🥰

[captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs]

Heyyia Claude! 🥰

Ho bisogno de tu ayuda con una mia fic...Qual è per te la città più romantica della Toscana? E che tipo di attività possiamo fare allí?

Better ask first someone native then go look in articles or something...Seems more legit that way! :D

[Ignore the obvious Spanish I left there... 🤭]

Ciao! 🥰

Coucou, Red! Merci de ton patience 🩷 et pour ton ask!

I'm going to answer in English, maybe it can be useful for other people as well! I'm always happy to talk about my region, i love it so much, so thank you again for asking my recs!

I think it depends a lot on the vibes that you are looking for. I will give you an overview of different options, i hope that they can be inspiring. If there's something you like, i can go more into detail! Let me know if i can be of help with anything!

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If you and your characters love art, Florence is an amazing city.

(Duomo di Firenze, Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore, credits pic)

Its art, history and architecture are extraordinary. The Uffizi Gallery (Galleria degli Uffizi) is an absolute must if you love Renaissance. A great way to admire Botticelli, Raffaello, Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and Tiziano's art, in one museum.

Moreover, you can walk around Cathedral Square (Piazza del Duomo), where you can see the Cathedral built by Brunelleschi, Giotto's Campanile and the Baptistery, and Piazza della Signoria, where you can find Palazzo Vecchio, David by Michelangelo and Loggia dei Lanzi, and admire their masterpieces for free. 🏛️

You could also visit the Boboli Gardens, where you can enjoy the Italian garden style, created by the Medici family, that became a model for many European courts.

And a night at the theatre could be a great idea for a date! At Teatro Verdi, for example, there's plenty of different shows!

Obviously, these are just some ideas.

By the way, if i have to be honest, i love Florence, and i always gaze in awe at the beauty of its monuments ...but it's also a little chaotic for my taste. Sooo, maybe for a romantic getaway I would choose something else. (It depends on what you like!)

(Boboli Gardens, credits pic)

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For something more adventurous, what about Grotta del Vento? It's a beautiful system of caves in the Apuan Alps (Garfagnana), with stalactites and stalagmites. Its karst environment is unique and fascinating. 🦇

(credits pic)

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A Tuscanian city that I love is Lucca.

I adore walking along the old city walls (you can go there by bike too!): a panoramic walkway overlooking the city that conceals secret passages, hideaways and ramparts. Their secular trees make the view magic in every season. In autumn, foliage is beautiful! 🍂

(credits pic)

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If you and your characters love the sea and the story is set in summer, you could take into consideration a mini cruise in the Tuscan Archipelago. In one or two days, you can explore some of its islands, like Giglio, Elba, Giannutri. Swimming there is beautiful. If you don't like the idea of spending time on a boat, the coasts of Monte Argentario are wonderful too! 🌊

(Isola del Giglio, credits pic)

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There could be less activities than in bigger cities, but I think you could also go for a romantic getaway in one (or more) of our hill towns. Great view, amazing food, and an enchanting experience! And it feels more intimate than in the main cities. Monteriggioni, Cortona, Pienza, San Gimignano, Volterra... The atmosphere is so poetic...And you can spend some time in the surrounding countryside, idyllic!

(Eremo Le Celle, Cortona, credits pic)

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For a lovey-dovey day, you could write about a day at the thermal springs! There's plenty of thermal baths in Tuscany, and there are usually hotels and spas where you can have lunch, sleep, have a couples massage and enjoy the hot springs. Rapolano, Sassetta, Sorano, Montecatini,... In Tuscany you can find lots of thermal springs, so you could also have a day at the thermal baths and one in a nearby town.

(Terme di Sassetta, credits pic)

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Wherever your characters go, I think food play a big role if you want them to enjoy their Tuscan trip to the full.

Pasta is always delicious. There are lots of different types of pasta, for example pici and pappardelle (long pasta), tortelli (filled pasta, the filling depending on where you are: for example in Maremma they are filled with ricotta and spinach, in Mugello they are filled with potatoes), topini (small lumps of dough made with potatoes, flour and eggs). Pasta is our first course, in Italy it's not served as a side dish for meat or fish.

(Warning: I'm going to talk about meat dishes. If this makes you uncomfortable, skip until 🌱)

Pasta may be served with ragù (Bolognese sauce, a meat-based sauce), ragù and aglione (aglione is a delicate type of garlic), melted butter and sage, mushrooms, or tomato sauce. 🍝

(Pappardelle al ragù, credits pic)

Before pasta, as an appetizer, you may have cured meats (salame, prosciutto, finocchiona, lardo di Colonnata,...), cheese (various types of pecorino), coccoli (lumps of fried dough) and crostini (slices of bread served with ragù, mushrooms, fegatini which is a sauce made of chicken liver, or other sauces...).

(Traditional Antipasto Toscano - Tuscan appetizers, credits pic)

I don't live by the sea, so i know meat dishes better 😅 As second course, a Bistecca alla Fiorentina or a Tagliata di Manzo (beefsteaks - rare is the perfect way to have them but i get it that it's not to everyone's taste) may be perfect. 🥩

(I also enjoy pizza so much, and you can eat it everywhere in Tuscany, but the foods i've written about are more traditional)

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If your characters enjoy drinking, Tuscany is famous for its wines (like Chianti Classico, Morellino di Scansano, Vernaccia di San Gimignano, Brunello di Montalcino, Bolgheri Sassicaia). Desserts go well with vinsanto (a dessert wine). 🍷

For dessert, you might go for cantuccini (almond biscuits) with vinsanto (we dip them in the wine). If the story is set during Christmas holidays, ricciarelli (almond and sugar biscuits) and panforte (a dessert with almonds and candied fruits) are some of our traditional desserts.

(Cantuccini and vinsanto, credits pic)

You may have coffee after the dessert. And, after generous meals, ammazzacaffè (a small glass of liqueur) too. General recommendation for your characters (and for tourists visiting Italy): it's better not to ask for a cappuccino during lunch or dinner (please 🩷)!

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I hope this is useful, sorry it took me some time, and please, let me know if i can help you somehow! Je suis si heureuse que tu es en train d'écrire une fanfiction qui se déroule en Toscane 🩷🩷🩷 Je te fais de gros bisous, bonne soirée et joyeuses Pâques 🌷🐰🐣

~ Claude ~

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Coucou love❤️

1. You’ll never see me without accessories, I’m always wearing earrings or rings or bracelets or even anklets but I very rarely wear necklaces. They aren’t comfy haha

2. I’m an only child!

3. Watches hate me. Like seriously. Every single watch I’ve bought or been gifted stopped working within weeks (sometimes within 1-2 months) Even the VERY expensive ones…I gave up on wearing them because of this *sigh*