#eeeee so cozy and sweet

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi hi !! i was wondering if you could maybe make an imagine of snufkin from moominvalley as a caregiver, like tucking a regressor into bed (sry its rly weird lol, u totally dont have to do it)

Ahh not weird at all! Snufkin is such a comfort character of mine and this was a lot of fun to write. I hope you like it ^-^

Cg!Snufkin, little!reader imagine ~

It's been a day of adventure in Moominvalley, as it often is, and the cold evening air is soothing on your skin. Snufkin sits beside you, crafting a tune to mirror the light of the stars on his harmonica.

You sway with the sound letting it surround you like a blanket, and Snufkin turns to face you, a smile tugging at the sides of his instrument.

Easy as anything, the music shifts in nature, and the sound of a familiar lullaby has you pouting in realisation.

"There there, little one," Snufkin's lilting voice hushes, song paused for now. "The day must come to an end eventually for a new one to begin."

He reaches over, soother in his hand like magic, and places it in your mouth. You can feel your shoulders drop almost instantly, eyes going droopy as the day's exhaustion finally catches up with you.

Snufkin uses the opportunity to clear things away for the evening, extinguishing the fire last and quickly making his way beside you as he catches you shiver.

"Come, my little explorer, it's warmer inside."

Gentle as ever, he guides you into the tent. The starlight from outside filters through the mossy walls, casting a green glow on the space that reminds you of sunshine through a tree canopy. Chuckling at your enamoured expression, Snufkin settles you down against soft blankets and pillows that Moominmamma may or may not have added to when she noticed your penchant for feeling small before bed.

Snufkin takes one of the blankets, a colourful, quilted thing, and drapes it across your shoulders.

"There," He says. "Snug as a bug."

You giggle pulling the blanket in tighter around you.

"Now, if I tell you a story, do you promise to try to sleep?" Snufkin asks, raising an eyebrow. You hum an affirmative and he nods, leaning back against the pillows and tucking you in next to him.

"It was a cold night on the lonely mountains..."

And as Snufkin's voice recites stories of long-gone Winters, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Carried by melodic words, and ready to dream of great mountains, and starry skies.

[haunted-headset]

YN meeting wilbur in a cafe and she starts talking abt lovejoy and how she just started listening to them. And she’s like, yeah they’re a really cool band u should check them out.

And wilbur just knows hes already in love as he explains its his band and YN’s eyes just immediately light up. 🤭

☕ A Cup of Coffee ☕

Summary: Y/N meets Wilbur in a cafe & she starts talking about Lovejoy & how she just started listening to them. Wilbur just knows he's already in love as he explains it's his band & Y/N’s eyes light up.

A/N: eeeee what a cute idea made by @joviepog!!! Also I'm sorry that this one is such a short poem, I'm very tired :)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren @shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation @mcr-pr-fob @shd454

word count: 165

In a cozy coffee shop, I sat sipping tea, When in walked Wilbur, a sight to see. He had a certain charm, a twinkle in his eye, And a smile that could light up the sky.

We struck up a conversation, and I confessed, My love for a band that I couldn't forget. He listened intently, his heart afire, As I raved about their melodic desire.

But then he dropped a bombshell, oh so grand, "I'm in that band, I'm the lead man." My jaw dropped, my heart skipped a beat, For I had never expected this sweet treat.

He fell in love with me, oh so fast, Because of my genuine reaction at last. He saw the passion in my eyes, And knew that I was the one who'd make him rise.

So we sat there, in that cozy space, Talking music, love, and endless grace. And as we parted ways, he took my hand, And whispered, "I hope you come see my band."

[thorniest-rose]

i am SO READY for the cozy filth omg<333333

Eeeee thank you!!! Cute and sweet but hot and dirty is my vibe here 🩷🩷🩷

[oonajaeadira]

Three things I want to know about you:

Your sock size

What style earrings you wear most often

Your thoughts on tea

You could ask anything and this is what you got?

Good.

Your sock size

Women's socks. I don't know. I'm a 7 - 7.5 US Women's shoe. I just go to the sock aisle and buy women's socks. Or, if there are sizes listed, whatever includes my shoe size.

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Your thoughts on tea

I like tea very much. I prefer coffee, but once the cold times roll around, I drink almost as much tea as coffee. I prefer black teas and my absolute favorite is Tazo's Awake English Breakfast. As with my coffee, no sugar, only cream.

I'm pretty tolerant to caffeine now, so I actually drink tea in the evenings when I want to calm down! 🤣

But it's lovely when I have sweet things. I like coffee and milk with my baked goods, but there is something nice about a cup of strong tea and cookies for desert. mmmm. cozy.

Also. Coffee goes in my Haunted Mansion mug, but tea goes in my dala horse mug. This is important because the HM mug is black and the dala horse one is white. I like the alchemy of watching the tea steep and prefer to see the color of it as it browns so I know when to take the bag out before it gets too bitter.

I also make mini-pots of loose tea. I am working through a black tea called Grandma's Apple Pie that has dried apples and cinnamon and spices in it. It is my all-time favorite, but the local tea shop that made it went out of business during pandemic and I'm trying to stretch out my last tin.... sigh.

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What style earrings you wear most often

Here! I'll show you some of my favorites! (Sorry about the poor photography!)

I am in an earring phase at the moment and have a lot of faves. I'm pretty particular because I have high nickel sensitivity.

I get a lot of my best stuff from my favorite local gift shop that deals in local artmakers:

That black one is actually one of a favorite pair but I lost one when I was in Orlando last May 😩 so I pair it with a sword and moon I found at Spirit Halloween.

Speaking of Spirit Halloween, I picked up these shinies...which I will wear year round because that's my jam:

Yes, those are little blood-splattered mirror knives with jewel blood droplets. eeeee

And sometimes I wanna go all elegant like, so here are some of my favorites in my gold section:

Oh! And if I wanna keep it dainty...animal studs!

(Hard to see, but those are gold origami fox heads, rose gold antlers, and silver origami bunnies. I got them at an art sale in Brooklyn.)

And I often troll Etsy for lovely things, like these asymetrical starburst and celestial pairs:

I keep them bundled with a third post because I have a double piercing in my right ear. (There used to be three there, but I let the highest one close.)

But having three spots for earrings means I have room for my absolutely favorite set...I wear Asoka's lightsabers in my right and the Darksaber in my left:

I will never ever get over how high quality these are and I love them so much and can't recommend them enough. (You can find them here...they're sold individually so you can mix and match!)

[yuukimiyas]

haii pudding :3 🍮 ! ! r u and loverboy having a restful tuesday night ? i hope so ♡ ‘m here to ask u for 25 n 26 from da spicy selfship game eeeee >< !

sweet angel coco!! ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡ hello love!! hehee yes yes!! we are so cozied up on the couch watchin some tv before we hit the hay <33 eeeep!!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა okay okay so for 25 that is a definite yes!!! holds my hand nice & tight w our fingers intertwined either above my head or at my side, the type of hold that screams, "mine. mine & only mine." ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა oooo boy so for 26, w him bein an insanely talented athlete & takin such good care of his body, mind & spirit he has incredible stamina omg ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩` ꒱ྀིა usually he'll def last long & can def go more than one round!! unless i'm doin smth extra irresistible ૮꒰๑´ ˋ๑꒱ა hehee then he has a difficult time keepin up w his usual pace (& i'd be lyin if i said i don't rile him up on purpose sometimes to see it hehee ꒰♡˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱) he is such a smooth talker & can definitely put his money where his mouth is in terms of endurance i swear!!

[rom-e-o]

@quill-pen EEEEE!!! Oh this is another primo batch! You are bringing so much good inspo right now, oh my gosh! ;;

What if Starla had a career day at school? And of course she asked her Mama and Papa to come in? This is absolutely what Connie would wear. "Twith is my Mama and Papa! They're weally good at maths." :)

I feel like this is ideal for Connie meeting Hela's family! It just gives off that rich vibe, with the satiny fabric and scarf. It also looks very cozy to pair with a winter coat with a lovely fur trim.

Winter gala, easy! It almost gives a Christmas Past vibe, with that gold draped fabric! I feel like she has gold glitter in her hair and a crown of holly to match.

Oh, I love the semi-historic vibes of this! It would be so fun to wear for a fall, Halloween walk around historic London, complete with stocking and historically accurate brown boots.

A starry, sunny dress to match the pregnancy of lovely little Starla! Star barrettes are stunned throughout a very fancy updo.

THIS also feels like a gardening dress for when her and Bess get together to plants bulbs, drink some sweet tea and just hang out in the sun and fresh air for a bit.

Another summertime date number. She looks like a golden goddess in this dress, with tanned skin and her hair long and healthy. The tabloids definitely adore this one.

and 9. - ABSOLUTE winter date night fits. (so many date night dresses, but they're all so pretty! It's so hard to resist!) Can you imagine how posh this would look by candlelight after a snowy stroll to a romantic restaurant? Of course, her shoulders are bare - her favorite look, and both dresses are paired with tall gloves for the ultimate, vintage-meets-sexy combo.

10. Oh, she definitely wears this one Halloween for a 60s, go-go-inspired fit! Complete with the accurate make-up style too, of course!

Found some pretty brownish thrifts for Connie

I know the tan one isn't as glam as her usual vibe, but I just see her in it for some reason. Might be a good, safe outfit for her first day as clerk when she starts at the bank. They could always send it to Josie to do a glam-up too.

The last one is kind of the same. Idk where she'd wear it or what for, but I see her in it. Maybe it'd be a cute beach dress?

All of these are so perfect! seriously, her in this very posh, chocolate/coffee brown is just clicking so well.

Okay, I legit adore these, so each one is getting an occasion:

This feels like a date dress for a night at a jazz club or dueling piano bar. Just sitting, drinking a nightcap and savoring the music. I want her to pair it with some wedge shoes for ultimate 90s babe vibes.

Absolutely a shopping day dress. Easily gets paired with tall boots and a messy updo. It's the perfect 'lunch then shop' look because it's breezy but still elegant.

Definitely a first-day dress for her time as a clerk! She wants to look as formal as possible. What's more classy and formal than an A-line belted dress? She does wear it with heels and some gold jewelry too! Quite a few people stare on her way up and wonder who the hell got lucky enough to get HER in their office? (She also brought a briefcase).

LOVE this for the beach! It's almost a raisin-brown shade, which is so unique. This is one where she feels comfortable enough around the Pack to be herself, so she kicks off her shoes and is like...thigh-deep in the surf, twirling and having a blast. Love this dress with her hair down nice and loose.

[glazelilyy]

jajajxjkakakakelsmmememememmsmsmsms hello . i don’t know how to word anything bUT. ur blog feels like a beach house with a net on porch so no bugs get in and u can enjoy the waves and the swooosh with no sand in ur toes it feels pure and cozy, ur writing is crazy i literally get chills. crying tears of joy. rolling on the floor. mwah.

awww that's so sweet of you to say nonnie!! :D a lovely beach treaded barefoot with your shoes in one hand eeeee isn't that the dream :') i'm so glad that you feel that way when interacting with my blog, i hope you always feel like that!! everyone is welcome here :) <3

[hotgreenteea]

Tokoyami and his s/o going on a midnight walk (feat. Dark shadow)

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x gn!Reader 

Warnings: None :) just some soft Tokoyami hcs with an added nuzzle from Dark Shadow 🌑❤

🌑 You and Fumi were cuddling in a nest of blankets when he shyly asked if you wanted to go on a nightime walk with him, Quickly explaining that it was so dark shadow could stretch out without breaking something within the house.

🌑 Of course, you, loving your bird boy, agreed with a bright smile. Tokoyami wont tell you, but every time you smile like that, he surpresses a little happy chirp. Dark shadow totally snitches when he isn’t paying attention.

🌑 Tokoyami bundled up in a comfy looking bomber jacket, a soft scarf wrapped around his neck. He then helps you into your coat, making sure you have your fluffy mittens so your hands aren’t cold, and pulls a beanie over your head, despite any little protests that might slip from your lips.

🌑 He may seem passive at times, but Tokoyami will never fail to dote on you like a mama bird, he only wants to make you the happiest you can be.

🌑 After he tripple checked to make sure you were warm enough, you and Fumi walked out the door of your apartment, locking the door and quietly making your way down to the elevators, and towards the front entrance.

🌑 The streets were quiet, Tokoyami spent a lot of his time, patients, and hero-work money on finding a nice place in the city near his agency and in a low crime area. Though, if something did happen, he would be able to handle it just fine.

🌑 As you two went down the street, hand in mitten-covered hand, Tokoyami gave dark shadow permission to roam “free”. Dark shadow flew out of Tokoyami’s back quite enthusiastically, he loved when you two would go on these walks.

🌑 Of course, to prevent dark shadow from taking control of Tokoyami, you all walked along a sidewalk with a fair amount of streetlamps.

🌑 You two happened upon a bench after a while of walking, without asking, you and Tokoyami sat down, huddling close for warmth.

🌑 Small conversation was made between the two of you, mostly about the stars and how bright the cream-colored moon was, but not much had to be said. You two were a quiet couple, the one who made the most noise was probably dark shadow, he kind of acted like the excited puppy of the little family you two created. Besides talk of distant suns, there were little compliments and praises exchanged in between kisses and beak nuzzles. Fumi nipped at your cheek gently before muttering a quiet “I adore you, my dove”.

🌑 Dark shadow butted in before you could respond, the poor thing getting too jealous of his companion getting all the love. Smiling up at him, you motioned for him to float down, resting your mitten on his transparent cheek when he is face to face with you and Tokoyami.

🌑 You nuzzled his ghostly form, giving him the love he desired, your other hand being occupied with Tokoyami’s hand, his head nuzzled into your neck lovingly. Both of your boys, attached at the back, and you couldn’t love them both more than you do now.

🌑 The sweet moment was cut short by a sudden harsh gust of that wind blew in your direction, sending intense shivers down your spine, and causing your nose and cheeks to go red with the cold.

🌑 Tokoyami, being the attentive birdy he is, decided it is time to go back home to the warmth.

🌑 You two rushed home, too jostled by the cold to take your time and enjoy the night sky any longer. Giggling, you ran ahead and scrambled to grab the cold handle of the apartment building’s door and throwing it open for both of you.

🌑 Once in the comfort of your apartment, you two stripped of your extra layers, and, with enough begging, dark shadow was given permission to stay out as long as he promised to behave (really like a puppy, huh).

🌑 You and Tokoyami changed into cozy pjs, before preparing some calming tea and cuddling into your enormous collection of heated blankets, falling asleep together, Dark shadow nuzzled between you two comfortably.

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Eeeee! Okay first real post on tumblr!!! I’m so nervous, but I’m glad I am able to post what I love for others to see! Have a nice day, loves!

- BB 🍵✨

[ateezinmymind]

*giggles and holds you close* it makes me cozy too, and i love tea and hot cocoa :D and okay, just making sure 🥺💞💖💖💞💟💘 and yes i will stay safe, i love you too, you are so sweet ❤

*nuzzles into your neck and gives a little kiss*🥺😳🤭💖💋💟💞 eeeee yay!!! I would very much love to spend a rainy day with you... I’d make us warm drinks, we could cuddle...and w-watch movies,. (what kinds of movies do you like?) 💕💓💗💘💟 eeee skdjksje you make me all mushy 🥺🤭💓💖

[grogusmum]

Les this is wonderful, a beautiful ending! They both deserve such sweetness and coziness. I'm so glad there will be more! Eeeee!!!

Stranger At My Gate - Chapter 10 (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC)

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit.

pairing: Pero Tovar x modern!OFC

rating: E 🚨 [18+ ONLY, minors DNI]

warnings: at the risk of spoiling things, SMUT; unprotected PIV; oral (f receiving); blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Pero having a pain kink; Pero having a lil bit of a breeding kink; ungodly amounts of fluff; one (1) instance of your author taking liberties with language history

word count: 7.3k

a/n: Here we are, folks. This is it. I’ll have more to say at the end of this chapter, and I’d strongly advise you to read all the way to the end. 😉 Also a reminder that going forward, I will only be tagging folks in my writing who have signed up via my official taglist form.

Extra major helpings of thanks and forehead kisses to @whataperfectwasteoftime for looking this over for me and for tolerating me tearing my hair out in her DMs over this chapter. ❤️❤️❤️

Previous chapter.

Masterlist.

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Ten.

Panic seizes Tessa’s chest, robbing her of breath. A chorus of thoughts rise loud in her head, jumbled and half-formed -

He can’t have gone back

I’m late, I’m too late

So stupid, should have told him before I left

Too late too late too late

There’s no way to tell how old the footprints marking Pero’s path towards the woods might be, but after only a moment of paralysis, Tessa’s off like a shot.

He could have left hours ago, he could already be back in his own time and there would be nothing more that Tessa could do.

But she has to know for sure.

There’s no conscious moment of deciding - one second she isn’t running as fast as she can in the direction of the trees and the next second she is, never mind that it’s well below freezing with the snow coming down with an increasing vengeance. Never mind that she’s still dressed for air travel, in nothing more than jeans and a sweatshirt and cute little ankle boots that are definitely not meant to go trudging through more than half a foot of snow. Her coat’s still in the back seat of her car but she can’t stand to make even the smallest detour for it. Pero may be long gone, but if he isn’t, if there’s a chance she could still stop him and ask him to stay, who knows how long she has. Ten seconds to grab her coat could be the difference.

Pero’s footsteps get more difficult to follow once she hits the tree line, but her Gift is not called intuition for nothing. She can feel some sort of instinctual pull towards the Gate, or maybe it’s towards Pero, aided by the faint ghosts of memories of her childhood spent playing in these woods. She tries to yell Pero’s name, but the freezing air burns in her throat as she attempts to draw enough breath to keep moving as fast as she can.

An eternity somehow fits into the handful of minutes it takes her to make it to the small, perfectly round clearing where the two trees that make up the Gate stand. She’s never been this close to the Gate before, and certainly not when it’s been open. Apart from the slightly unnatural placement of the trees, there’s nothing that gives it away on sight. But it throbs with power, emitting a warped vibration Tessa cannot truly hear but rather feels deep in her bones. Something about it calls to her, as though its magic recognizes the kindred spirit of her Gift. But whatever being or force created the Gate was many times more powerful and ancient than the source of her Gift, and if she looks directly at it for more than a few seconds a vague sense of vertigo starts to make itself known at the edges of her vision.

What small amount of light was left in the day is almost completely gone, the snow on the ground doing little to reflect it back as fat flakes continue to fall. Tessa can’t tell if Pero’s footprints continue across the circle to the Gate. She takes two deep breaths, then opens her mouth to let out the scream she’s felt building since she walked in her front door to find her house cold and empty -

“I’m here, Tessa.”

Her head whips around at the sound of his voice so quickly she hears her neck crack. She squints through the snow and darkness and sure enough, sitting on a fallen log just outside the edge of the clearing, is Pero. Tessa has to make a hasty grab for the nearest tree to keep from collapsing in relief.

“Pero,” she croaks, her voice nothing more than a cracked whisper.

He stands and comes closer. He’s dressed in his original clothes, the hilts of his swords visible over his right shoulder. The only modern item on him is the thick wool coat he’s been using the past few weeks.

Even once he’s close enough to see his features his face is unreadable. Tessa likes to think she’s gotten fairly good at interpreting Pero’s expressions, having learned just how much this man can say without any words at all, but apart from the tightness at the corners of his mouth, it’s like he’s purposefully trying to keep his face as neutral as possible.

Seconds tick by without either of them saying anything. It’s like Tessa’s emotions are all laid out on a roulette wheel - panic, joy, despair, relief, exhaustion - that’s spinning too fast to figure out what she’s actually feeling at this moment. Then the little white ball falls from the track and sticks in the groove of one emotion in particular.

Anger.

“What the fuck are you doing out here?”

They’re both taken aback by how harshly the words leave her mouth. Pero takes a breath to respond, but Tessa doesn’t let him.

“I get home - knowing full well that today is the day, that the Gate is open - and you’re just gone? You were just - you were just going to leave me? After all of that, after everything, that’s how this ends?”

Tears unexpectedly clog her voice, making her rapidly lose all of her bite.

Pero shifts, his body restless, leaning first towards her, then away again, like he wants to close the distance between them but isn’t sure she’d welcome it.

She asks him the question again, voice now soft and full of sadness.

“What are you doing here, Pero?”

He looks down and away from her, and she can see his lips move but can’t make out what he says.

“What?”

“I thought it would be easier,” he snarls, meeting her eye again with an expression that is full of pain. “I thought it would be easier like this. To leave with a clean break, having made no promises to each other. To give you back your life, so that you could go and live it the way you deserve, with someone else who is…”

He trails off, and Tessa is genuinely bewildered.

“Who is…what, Pero?”

“Who is not me.” He shakes his head, holding up his hands when she tries to respond, the words feeling torn from his chest. “Tessa, I am not a good man. The things I have done in my life…I cannot be who you need me to be.”

“You are not the arbiter of my needs and who can fulfill them, Pero.”

“Tessa - ”

“No.” Tessa takes a step forward, balling her hands into fists. “No, you listen to me. If you want to go back - ” The possibility and all its ugly implications push to the forefront of her mind, all her fears and inadequacies rearing their awful heads and threatening to choke her. “If you want to go back to your own time, then I - I’ll respect that. But don’t you dare leave because you think that’s somehow doing right by me. And don’t you dare just walk away without a word, Pero. I am sick, god, I am so sick of the people I love leaving me without so much as a chance to say goodbye.”

Everything quiets. The wind, the trees, the odd thrum of the Gate, it all seems to pause, a shocked inhale and a holding of breath.

Pero’s lips part in surprise. Twin crescent moons form between his eyes as his brows furrow. His question is full of disbelief.

“What did you just say?”

This wasn’t how Tessa had planned on telling him, though to be fair, she hadn’t really had a plan for telling him at all.

“I said,” she has to swallow, and wills herself to look at Pero when she repeats it, no matter her trepidation at his reaction, “the people I love.”

The world around them stays hushed, unwilling to interrupt.

“I should have said something weeks ago. I should never have let things go this long without telling you how I feel and what I want. I’m so sorry for any role my silence played in making you doubt yourself.”

She moves a bit to her left as she talks, almost unthinkingly, and doesn’t have to look behind her to know that she’s managed to put herself between Pero and the Gate. Not that she has much hope of stopping him if he decides to muscle past her; he’s nearly twice her size, and she’s intimately acquainted enough with his strength to know she could never physically block him from going through the Gate if he really wanted to. But everything in her is screaming at her to do what she can to prevent him from quite literally walking out of her life forever, to feel like she has some semblance of control over the situation for the first time all day.

It’s nearly funny; for weeks Tessa has put off this conversation, and just yesterday she was struggling to rehearse what to say, but now the words come to her as naturally as breathing.

“This is a conversation you and I should have had long before now. I’m sorry I’ve been such a coward about it, but that is my own failing, not a reflection of my feelings or your worth. Which is ridiculous, when I think about it, because the truth is so simple that I’m ashamed I ever refused a single chance to tell you. The truth is that I love you, Pero Tovar, and I want you to stay.”

She’s proud that her voice doesn’t shake, for all her heart is in her throat. Pero’s face remains inscrutable. A muscle in his jaw twitches, his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, but he doesn’t say anything. He looks like he has no idea what to say.

But that’s fine, because now that she’s started speaking Tessa can’t seem to stop.

“Look, I won’t pretend that this world, that this time, is all sunshine compared to yours, that there aren’t still plenty of big, awful problems out there. War. Climate change. Inequality. Mitch McConnell. And I know that - that there’s so much that’s still new and unfamiliar to you, and that might be scary or intimidating, but I swear to you Pero, you would never have to face any of it alone.”

Please let that be enough. Please let me be enough.

Pero increasingly looks like he’s been hit over the head.

“So…what do you say?”

He doesn’t say anything, but she gets her answer when he suddenly closes the distance between them and crashes his lips to hers.

———

All his life, Pero has been chasing something. Each moment of his life has been spent in pursuit of the next one - the next job, the next meal, the next battle. All of it about first and foremost surviving, and then all of it leading to some sort of end, some hazy idea he’d had of an easier life, flush with coin, maybe a warm bed, a steady supply of meat and bread and ale.

He remembers what he had once said to William at the Great Wall:

After all the blood and cold and pain, with this black powder in our saddlebags, we win.

How small and silly that dream seems now compared to what is right in front of him.

I love you, Pero Tovar, and I want you to stay.

His knee-jerk reaction is disbelief, but he has a hard time hanging onto that feeling when he knows Tessa to be neither a liar nor a fool. The simplest explanation, after all, is usually the right one. And that means she’s telling the truth. All he has to do is accept it.

Moira had asked him what he would do if Tessa asked him to stay. He’d never given her a definitive answer because he hadn’t had one.

But he does now.

He crushes Tessa to him and kisses her with all the ferocity he possesses, a hiccuped sob of relief escaping her lips before he swallows it up. Her hands grab fistfuls of his jacket in an iron grip and she presses herself against him as though she couldn’t bear to have a single inch of space between them.

“Do you know how long I’ve been out here,” he gasps once they break for air, “just sitting and staring at those damn trees?”

“What?” She frowns. “Why were you - ”

“I thought that for once in my life I was going to do the right thing, instead of the selfish thing. I thought I could go back to my old life and hang onto the memory of you and have that be enough. Then I got here and saw the Gate and have been sitting on that log it feels like half the damn day trying to work up the will to walk through. But I could not.”

“Why?” It’s barely a whisper. Tessa knows, or she thinks she does, she’s nearly sure, she’s almost certain, but she has to hear him say it.

He leans down to kiss her once more, just a soft, chaste press of lips, but then he cups her face in his broad palms and the way he looks at her confirms everything even before he speaks.

“Because I knew if you asked me to stay I could not deny you. Because I do not truly want to go. And because, Tessa Walsh, I love you too.”

They’re alone in the woods. There is no one to overhear them. And yet Pero still murmurs the words, quiet but clear, like they are a gift meant for her ears alone.

The joy that spreads across her face is blinding. He drops his forehead against hers.

“I still meant what I said earlier, Tessa. I am not sure that I share your confidence in my worthiness. I don’t know what kind of life I can offer you. If I were to become a burden - ”

“You would never.” Her response is instant and certain. “Pero, the things happening in my life, my work, I don’t want to stop doing them. I just don’t want to do them alone. I want you there. You’ve seen so little of this world so far. Come see the rest of it with me.”

She releases her death grip on his coat to drape her arms around his neck.

“I have news for you,” she whispers in his ear like a secret. “I don’t know what the future looks like. I don’t know all that a life here, together, might hold for us. But what I do know is that I want more than anything to find out. Don’t you?”

His arms tighten their hold, then she feels him nod, the scruff of his cheek rough against her own.

“I fear that is still far more than a man like me deserves,” he says, one last voicing of his doubts. But there’s no strength behind it, and Tessa knows it.

“No, Pero, it isn’t. And I will spend every day for as long as you’ll give me convincing you of it.”

She pulls back just enough to be able to look at him. Snow clings to his hair, the moisture further encouraging it’s natural curl.

“We will need to get better at this whole communicating-our-feelings thing though, you and I,” she says with a small laugh.

A smile tugs at the corners of Pero’s mouth.

“We can practice.”

Any warmth generated by Tessa’s race to the clearing has long since dissipated, and as the accompanying adrenaline rush leaves her system the cold wraps its icy, gleeful fingers around her like prey caught in a net. There’s snow in her boots, her socks soaked through and her feet rapidly going numb. She burrows even closer to Pero, seeking his warmth, the combination of cold and relief making her start to shiver. The tremors start deep in her chest and rapidly spread until they’re the kind of full-body chills that usually come with the flu.

“Angel?” Pero prompts her, concerned, noticing for the first time how woefully underdressed she is for the weather.

“Cold,” she mumbles, face shoved against his jacket. “S-saw you were gone and I panicked and d-didn’t stop to grab m-my coat.”

Guilt floods him.

“I am so sorry, mi amor. I was trying to spare you distress, not cause it.”

Tessa peeks up at him.

“Say it again?”

“I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, the look in her eyes one of wonder and hope.

“No, I meant the part where you called me your love.”

Slowly, deliberately, he lowers his mouth to hers, dropping his voice low to murmur it against her lips.

“Mi amor.”

He hears her breath hitch, a shiver of an entirely different kind running down her spine. She rises up on her toes to kiss him again, and for a moment Pero is consumed with how much he never, ever wants to go so much as a day without kissing her ever again before being struck dumb by the realization that he doesn’t have to.

But the fact that Tessa is still shaking in his arms as snow continues to quietly fall around them makes him pull away. He may still have so much to learn about this world, but this right here is a problem he already knows how to solve.

He ducks down and in one fluid motion scoops Tessa up, chuckling at the way she squeaks and clings to his neck. He gives the shell of her ear a soft nip and an even softer kiss. He takes one last look at the pair of trees across the clearing, his expression solidifying into something determined, decided, defiant, then turns his back on the Gate.

“C’mon, angel mine, let’s go home.”

———

Pero wastes no time, carrying Tessa straight into her bathroom the moment he walks through the door. He perches her on the edge of the toilet and turns her shower on before starting to strip her of her wet clothes. When she’s fully bare and the glass panels of her shower are foggy with steam, he stands and makes to move away, but she reaches out and grips a handful of his shirt, as if suddenly afraid he’s going to leave.

He brushes his fingers across her cheek in a gesture of infinite tenderness.

“Go get under the water, Tessa. I’ll be just a moment behind you.”

Her little burst of anxiety fades and she steps into the shower, hissing as the hot water stings her freezing cold skin.

Pero strips and joins her, folding her once again into his arms and shielding her from most of the spray. He isn’t sure how long they stand there like that, just holding each other, hands tracing gentle patterns down spines, soaking in the comforting feeling of ribs expanding and chests rising and falling with every breath.

Eventually he reaches for the bottle of body wash perched on the shelf. Tessa stirs at the movement with a little noise of protest, blinking up at him like she’s come out of a trance.

“Shh, angel, it’s alright,” he hushes her. “Let me do something for you.”

He squeezes a generous amount of the soap into his palms and rubs them together to lather it up. Then he lifts Tessa’s left hand up to his right shoulder and starts to run his hands up and down her arm, spreading the suds, getting her clean.

They haven’t done this yet - showered together. In the past three weeks Pero and Tessa have had each other in nearly every corner of the house, on every surface, but this is something else entirely. Pero repeats his actions along her other arm, then across her shoulders, her collarbones, her neck. He pauses only briefly at her breasts, trailing his fingers around the edges of the soft mounds, flicking his thumbs just once over her nipples before he moves on.

When he reaches her belly button he sinks to his knees. Tessa lets her fingers play with the ends of his curls from where her hands still rest on his shoulders.

“I am sorry, you know,” he says, so quietly she almost doesn’t hear him over the water. “I do not ever wish to hurt you. This is new, for me. Giving a damn.” He looks up at her with a little smile, both self-deprecating and vulnerable.

Pero rubs the soap down each leg, lifting each of her feet in turn, leaving no inch of her unexplored, and there’s something so worshipful, so intimate in how he handles her.

“You’re doing just fine so far,” she tells him, cupping his jaw and nudging him to stand. She moves to return the favor, filling her palms with the sweet-smelling body wash. When she starts to move her hands over his chest, she can feel him tense, his breath going shallow. He carries so many scars, both physical and not. He is so sure of the kind of man he is, and he’s so wrong, Tessa can barely stand it.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Pero?”

She paints soapy lines down one of his arms, then the other.

“I see a man who had his whole world turned upside down and didn’t even flinch. I see a man who could have run from the start, who could have taken everything of value that very first day and bolted, but who instead trusted a stranger to help him. A man who treats my family with kindness and respect, who sits on the floor with my nephews and plays Legos.”

Tessa makes her way down his torso, letting the water wash away the soap before pressing her lips to every mark that dots his skin in between words.

“I see a man who cares for me, who protects me, who supports me. Who was willing to sacrifice his own desires because he thought he was doing the right thing for me.”

She kneels down to turn her attention to his legs, running her hands over his hips, his glutes, his thighs.

“I want this man.” She nips at the skin just under his hip bone and sees his stomach clench in response.

“I need this man.” How long has it been, she wonders, since someone touched him like this, gently, reverently? Has anyone ever cared for him like this?

“I love this man,” she says, finally leaning in with the intention of nuzzling his cock, half-hard at the sight of her kneeling at his feet, but Pero doesn’t let her. He pulls her up with a hand around the nape of her neck before slotting his lips over her with a growl. He kisses her like he has to, like he needs it the way he needs air, pouring love into her mouth with every swipe of his tongue and every hint of his teeth along her bottom lip.

The now-full, impressive length of him presses against her stomach and Tessa tries to hitch a knee up around his hip to pull him closer.

“Pero, please - ”

He reaches around her to shut the water off.

“Not here,” he rumbles, chest heaving. “Not here - in y- in our bed.”

He wraps her in her fluffiest towel so she doesn’t freeze all over again, then insists on carrying her the eight feet to the bed.

She’s warm and wet from the shower, and the sound she makes when he slides inside her is nearly enough to finish him off right then. He holds himself over her, pressing as much of his weight as he dares down on her, reveling in the feeling of her beneath him, soft and willing and his.

“Gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to ghost his lips over her cheek.

“Courageous girl.” A kiss to her temple.

“Brilliant girl.” A kiss under her jaw.

“Pero,” she breathes, shifting her hips as much as she’s able, a silent plea for him to start moving. He chuckles.

“Impatient girl.” A pass of his tongue over her pulse beneath her ear.

“Stubborn girl.” He moves, not a full thrust, but a slow grind of his hips as deep as he can that pulls a whine from Tessa’s throat.

“Mine,” he rasps, the word full of awe, like he’s really beginning to believe it.

“Yours,” Tessa agrees without hesitation. “Yours, Pero.”

He starts slowly, a languid, lazy pace he matches with deep kisses and long strokes of his tongue against hers. He savors it in a way he hasn’t before, the slow drag of his cock inside her almost more intense than if he’d set a much more frantic tempo. Perhaps it’s because there’s no hiding anything from each other anymore, the way he knows each sound and sensation is layered with trust and love and adoration, and as he thinks about how he has this, he has her, and that he may very well not ever have to give this up, he realizes he’s going to come just like this.

Not without Tessa, though.

He worms a hand between them to pet at her clit and soon enough she starts to tighten around him, her breathy little cries of oh, yes, Pero getting louder and louder.

“That’s it, mi amor,” he groans, “come on my cock and show me you’re mine, there you go, that’s it - ”

Her body curls upwards into him and she muffles her scream into his shoulder as he follows her quickly over the edge.

When they’ve both come down from it he eases his cock from her body, carefully pushing himself up off the bed and down to the floor.

Tessa makes a questioning noise, still trying to catch her breath. He runs a soothing hand along her thigh before coaxing her legs apart to better admire the view of his spend starting to drip from the folds of her cunt, a possessiveness he’s been keeping at bay until now unfurling inside him like a newly awoken tiger.

“Pero, please,” she begs, squirming under his gaze. “Touch me, I want to feel you again - ”

“Patience, angel,” he murmurs, “we have time now, after all.” He drags his nose up the seam of her inner thigh before placing the lightest of kisses against her clit.

“And I intend to take it.”

———

It’s after midnight when Tessa finally falls asleep against him, sated and exhausted. She lies with her head pillowed on his chest, her body half on top of his. Pero can feel sleep tugging at him too, but he fights it in favor of another minute of admiring the way she looks in the dim moonlight, her expression perfectly happy and content even as she rests.

Let’s go home, he’d said earlier. And at the time, he’d meant this house.

But last night when he’d been here alone it had been cold and lifeless and empty, and Pero knows that home is not this place. It is not this house, or this town, or even this time.

It’s her.

———

They do a fair amount of talking over the next few days, sketching out their wants and hopes and ideas for the future.

“You should talk to Amie after they get back from visiting Thom’s parents,” Tessa had suggested the morning after the solstice. “Finding permanent, year-round help at the farm is difficult, especially someone she doesn’t need to worry about keeping her Gift a secret from. She’s been talking about expanding the farm to include flowers and other plants, but she needs another reliable set of hands to help manage it, if you’re interested.”

Pero admits he finds the notion intriguing. A chance to work out in the open air, using his hands and his strength to build and grow things, rather than destroy them. An opportunity to find a new kind of purpose, a new kind of way to provide for himself and those he loves.

He hasn’t let go of all his self-doubts, a process he knows will take longer than a handful of days, but just being open with Tessa about how he feels and talking through the possibilities their future could look like together goes a long way towards banishing them. Every day he finds himself believing in Tessa’s unwavering conviction that he is a good man, that he deserves to be here, to be happy, to be loved, a little more. He cannot change the things he’s done in the past, but he also doesn’t have to be that man anymore.

For the first time in his life Pero’s future is one full of hope, and he decides to embrace it with everything he is.

———

Three days after the solstice, on Christmas Eve, the weather turns colder than it’s been all season, bitterly so, the wind howling through the trees and rattling the windows. Tessa and Pero finish putting away the leftovers from their dinner (a winter squash and spinach pasta bake Tessa had chosen in part because it’s lengthy baking time is exactly the same as the runtime of The Muppet Christmas Carol) when Tessa turns to him with a wicked glint in her eye.

She makes Pero move the coffee table out of the way while she tracks down every sheet and blanket and pillow she possesses and arranges them in front of the fireplace. When she beckons him to join her in the cozy little nest he goes eagerly, pulling her close so that they’re lying on their sides facing each other. Tessa tucks her head under his chin and Pero marvels at how perfectly she fits against him, snuggled into the protective circle of his arms.

They stay like that for a little while, the only sounds the wind outside and the crackle of the fire nearby. Pero strokes a hand through Tessa’s hair, admiring how the light from the flames brings out the warm golden tones in each strand.

She shifts against him, slowly sliding a leg up over his hip. They’ve barely gotten out of bed since the solstice, but one lazy grind of Tessa’s hips against the outline of his cock has him ravenous for her as if he hadn’t had her in weeks.

“Again, angel?” He hums, teasing her. But her answer is sincere and full of need.

“Always.”

He tilts her chin up to kiss her and it only takes a moment for it to go from sweet to hungry, each of them tugging at the other’s clothes until they’re both bare.

Pero kisses his way down her body, taking his time to pay attention to her neck, her breasts, her tummy, leaving behind little bruises and bites as he does so, lovingly marking her up so that there is no question who she belongs to.

He’s saying something, barely-there words breathed into her skin between each kiss and suck and bite, the same phrase over and over and over again, and Tessa’s heart flips over when she realizes that she recognizes it, a piece of language that has survived a thousand years:

Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.

He finally makes it to her core, spreading her thighs apart. He glances up at her to make sure she’s watching when he ducks down to lap up the slick already leaking from her folds.

Pero is many things, including a remarkably fast learner. Over the past three weeks he’s taken to eating Tessa out like a duck to water, eagerly exploring and cataloging all the ways he can make her fall apart. He circles her clit with his tongue as he works two fingers inside her, rapidly building her up to her first climax of the evening.

There’s so many sensations - the delicious stroke of Pero’s tongue, the stretch of his fingers, the soft blanket below her, the heat of the fire - but all of them are soaked in the overwhelming joy she feels that Pero is here, and he’s hers, and he loves her and oh god she loves him too and she isn’t sure if it makes her want to laugh or cry or grin or scream his name -

She watches as he closes his eyes in bliss at her taste, his hips rutting against the blankets to try and find relief. His fingers are so much thicker than her own and he curls them forward, pushing her closer and closer to her peak. He stretches his free hand up her belly towards her breasts; she grabs for it and he instantly twists his wrist to intertwine their fingers.

“Just like that, Pero,” she gasps, though she knows she doesn’t have to tell him. “I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me fucking come - ”

Another flick of his tongue and Tessa’s gone, grinding her cunt against his mouth and sobbing his name.

He slides his fingers from her and immediately raises them to his mouth to lick them clean, but when he crawls back up her body Tessa surprises him, hooking an ankle around the back of his knee and urging him onto his back.

“Going to ride me, mi amor?” He asks, and she nods, reaching behind her to grasp the thick length of his cock. She’s so wet she sinks down on him in one smooth motion, barely stopping to let her body adjust before starting to circle her hips.

It may be below zero outside, but Tessa’s body soon glistens with sweat, the firelight making her seem to glow. She’s so beautiful above him that Pero can hardly do more than watch, enthralled. He reaches up to fill his hands with her breasts and she arches forward with a moan when he squeezes and kneads and tugs at her nipples. He then lowers one hand to find her clit, determined to make her come again.

Tessa digs her nails into his chest, the sharp little bite of pain only egging him on and if he were still capable of complex speech he’d tell her to press harder, to leave marks, that he’d gladly bleed for her and proudly wear a hundred new scars if she were the one who carved them. That he is hers just as much as she is his.

But all he manages to say is “that’s it, angel, take it, whatever you need, take it, it’s yours, I’m yours, oh fuck - ”

A final grind of her hips over his and she’s coming, collapsing against his chest as she shakes apart in his arms.

He swipes his thumb over her clit in soft little strokes until the walls of her pussy stop pulsing around him and she weakly nudges his hand away. He gently lays her down and she blinks up at him as she comes back to herself.

“How do you want me?” She asks, and to hear her so submissive now after riding him nearly to the brink of his own climax makes him shiver in pleasure. He nudges her onto her belly and hears her give a contented little sigh.

“Like this, angel.”

She lets him manipulate her body until it’s just how he knows they both like, with her on her knees and her head pillowed on her forearms.

Pero lines himself up and slowly pushes into her. He doesn’t miss the way her breath hitches when he breaches her entrance, her poor pussy swollen and tender and it fills him with a perverse sense of pride.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?”

“I will,” Tessa assures him, “but you can be rough, Pero. I want you to be rough. I want to feel it even when you’re not inside me - ”

He bares his teeth and pulls her hips back against him, quickly working up to a brutal pace that makes Tessa cry out and fist her hands in the blankets beneath her. He can’t see the little outline of the implant in her arm from this angle, and he lets himself fall into a fantasy where it doesn’t exist. They haven’t talked about this aspect of their future yet, but once the thought of fucking Tessa without any method of preventing pregnancy takes hold he can’t shake it. He’d never felt much desire for such a thing in the past, but the idea of seeing Tessa bear his children makes his gut clench with arousal that burns white-hot. Would she want that, he wonders? Would she let him claim her in that way, fuck her full until it takes, make her round with his child -

He digs his fingers into her flesh as he pulls her back flush against his chest, suddenly desperate to feel all of her against him. He holds her to him as his cock punches up into the wet clutch of her cunt. Slick runs down his shaft to soak the curls at the base, each thrust pulling a gorgeous little sound from Tessa’s throat.

She reaches an arm up to bury her fingers in Pero’s hair, turning her head to the side so he can capture her lips in an inelegant kiss.

“I - fuck - I l-love you, Pero,” she pants into his mouth.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers back, the words the prayer of a humbled man on his knees before the woman who holds his heart.

He starts to feel the tell-tale spark of his orgasm in his groin.

“Can you come again? Just one more, Tessa, let me feel it,” he begs, and she reaches to rub at her clit with a high-pitched mhm.

He somehow holds on for the minute it takes her to work herself up to a third climax, but as she squeezes his cock he lets go with a roar, filling her with his cum until he’s completely spent.

Tessa is still shaking with aftershocks when he lowers them both back down to the blankets, his softening cock slipping from her body and smearing their combined release across her thighs. He turns both of them on their sides and just holds her, curling his much larger frame around hers and pressing his lips just below her ear.

When she feels like she can breathe again, Tessa slowly turns and props herself up on one elbow. She nuzzles her nose against his jaw in a gesture of pure affection.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water,” she murmurs. “You want anything?”

Pero attempts a look of nonchalant curiosity.

“If I’m not mistaken, I remember you telling me about a certain tradition involving milk and cookies on Christmas Eve?”

Tessa falls against him with a giggle, craning her neck to look up at him with an amused shake of her head.

“You are insatiable, Pero Tovar.”

He grins and brushes a hand over her breast, enjoying the way her nipple instantly hardens against his palm.

“Only for some things, mi amor. Only for some things.”

———

Christmas Day dawns with gray skies that nearly match the thick layer of snow on the ground. Tessa wakes slowly, blinking up from where she’s laying on her side to see that the fire has long since burned itself out. Another source of heat lies curled around her, keeping her warm instead.

She twists in Pero’s arms to face him to find him already awake, gazing down at her in a way that makes her heart feel like it grows three sizes.

“Merry Christmas, Pero,” she murmurs, and his mouth twitches with the beginnings of a self-satisfied smirk when he hears how her voice is still a little raspy from overuse the night before.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

He meets her lips in a good morning kiss, but a thought occurs to her and he doesn’t miss the frown that crosses her features.

“What is it?”

“It’s silly,” she says, shaking her head, “but I was just thinking - I don’t have a Christmas present to give you.”

Pero looks utterly bewildered for a moment. Then he breaks into the broadest grin she’s ever seen and rolls himself on top of her. He dots her face and neck with kisses as he shakes with laughter.

“Is that really what you think? That after all this, you are empty-handed?”

Tessa can’t help the way she squirms underneath him, reveling in the feel of his weight on top of her, even as she scrunches her nose in an attempt to muster some consternation.

“You know what I mean,” she grumbles. “It would have been nice to have something tangible for you, something for you to unwrap for your first modern Christmas.”

“I think you gave me something to unwrap last night, no?” He replies, arching one eyebrow suggestively at her. Tessa lets out an amused little huff.

“I have had so little in my life,” Pero tells her, his tone more serious. “So little I could call my own. But now…” Pero trails his fingertips down the curve of her hip, admiring the way his touch raises goosebumps across her skin. “How my fortunes have changed.”

He presses a soft kiss between her brows before dragging his nose along hers.

“Tessa, you have given me everything. No object wrapped up with a pretty bow could ever compare.”

Her expression softens, and she lifts her head to meet his lips. They spend the next few moments trading gentle kiss for gentle kiss before Pero pulls away.

“Although,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “now that you mention it, I actually have something for you.”

Tessa cocks her head to the side in bemused confusion.

“Really?”

Pero nods, and after a quick kiss to her hair he stands and disappears back into her bedroom.

“Perhaps it’s not truly a gift,” he says when he returns, “because it isn’t truly mine to give, but…”

He kneels down beside her and hands her the pendant, the wood and metal cool in her palm.

Tessa looks at him quizzically.

“It belongs to a witch,” he says simply. “I cannot find the humility to regret taking it in the first place. Not when it brought me to you. But as it happens, I have no further use for it.” He cups her chin and looks her in the eye so there is no mistaking his sincerity. “And I never will.”

He folds his other hand around hers and closes her fingers around the necklace. It’s suddenly very difficult for Tessa to see him through the tears in her eyes.

What can she possibly say to him in this moment? How can she ever convey what it means to her to have him allay the little fear that still lives deep in her heart that he might one day change his mind? How can she explain that I love you is far, far too small a phrase to encompass what she feels for him?

But the endless warmth in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips tell her that she doesn’t need to.

I know. I know, and I feel the same.

Pero’s stomach rumbles and they both laugh, the serious weight of the moment lifted. Tessa grins, and asks him a question she knows she will be happy to ask him over and over for the rest of their lives.

“You hungry?”

———

A few minutes later, Tessa and Pero stand in her kitchen, having barely bothered to put on clothing, and wait for her waffle iron to heat up. The sun breaks through the clouds and bounces off the snow that still blankets everything outside, filling the room with warm, brilliant light. Pero pulls Tessa into his arms and kisses her, soft and slow, just because he can, just because he wants to, and it tastes like love. Like a promise. Like the future.

Like magic.

[fin.]

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a/n:

To every person who read, liked, reblogged, commented on, or sent me a DM or ask about this story: thank you. To everyone who supported and encouraged me as I wrote this, I am more grateful than I can ever say.

This fic would not have happened without the love and support of this fandom community, and in particular:

@ezrasbirdie - Birdie, the moment you hopped into my DMs to tell me you liked this fic, when I was only maybe two chapters into it, I literally made a noise so loud my husband rushed into the room to make sure I was okay. I cannot believe I’m so lucky that I get to call you my friend. Thank you for always letting me ramble about this fic and all my other WIPs at you. ❤️

@honestly-shite - Maia, I think I remember you telling me that this was the first lengthy Pero fic you’d read??? And I’m so honored that you decided to take a chance on this story. AND THEN you went and created the MOST INCREDIBLE ART of my babies and I will never be able to capture in words how much I love that art and how much it means to me. Plus the art of Pero in a leather jacket??? I’m gonna work that in somewhere in this universe at some point, I swear. 💝

@jazzelsaur & @radiowallet - Jess & Cat, thank you for being two of the best friends a girl could possibly ask for, and two of the biggest cheerleaders of this fic. Your support and encouragement and love got me through writing this story and frequently just get me through the damn day. 💜🖤

@whataperfectwasteoftime - Penny, I cannot tell you how much I look always forward to our now near-daily chats. Please never ever stop yelling at me about Marcus Pike. Or Dave York. Or literally anything and anyone. And thank you for letting me yell back about Pero and Tessa and all sorts of things. 💖

@oonajaeadira - Adira, my Pero sister. Your reblogs of this story make my whole freaking day every single time. Thank you for talking me off the ledge when I was having such anxiety about landing this unwieldy plane, and reassuring me that, duh, of course I could do this. You had faith in me when I did not have faith in myself and I am forever grateful. 🧡

@iamskyereads @green-socks @lowlights - Skye, Sam, Laura: the asks and thoughts and inspo and comments y’all sent me kept me going on this story. Obsessing over this man and his scar and his scowl and his everything else with you guys gave me writing motivation out the wazoo even on days when I’d been feeling stuck. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 💙💚💛

Finally, an extra special thank you to my husband, for always being my #1 fan, for beta-ing every word I publish, for accepting and tolerating my Pedro hyperfixation with good humor, for cheering me on every step of the way in everything that I do, and for just being my person. I love you. 💘

Now, with all that out of the way…

I also have some good news: I am not done writing about Pero and Tessa.

✨Announcing The House I Will Live In, the Stranger At My Gate sequel!✨

Join me for a look into Pero and Tessa’s lives after Pero decides to stay. I do not plan for this to be a full-length, plot-heavy fic, but rather more of a multi-part, super-extended, relaxed fit-ish epilogue to SAMG.

More fluff.

More smut.

More magic.

(And more Moira.)

Coming soon.

❤️

[mittensmorgul]

I love your long explanations and speculations. Your blog is so cozy 😊

COZY?! Perhaps, like MITTENS? EEEEE!

That’s very sweet, thank you :)

(this is my cat, being cozy, and approving)

[jozstankovich]

Even if I'm pretty useless between work and sleep, I'll never pass up an opportunity to bother wonderful people with some questions! That being said... Uncommon Questions for OCs :D numbers 3, 17+18, 38, E and H! Pretty please? :)

eeeee thank you Emma ^^

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?) 

Wednesday usually has a hard time falling asleep so she’ll do pretty much anything if it will help.  Watch vids until she crashes, check.  Read until she can’t keep her eyes open, check.  Cuddle with Pyp, her pyjak, check.  Her favourite thing to do though is to look through all the pictures she’s taken on her omni-tool and re-read old messages from Reyes.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

Not really.  She’s pretty shameless. 

18. What embarrasses them?

When Scott starts pulling out old stories from when they were kids, or when Jaal takes her to spend time with his family and everyone is so open with their feelings, or when anyone starts talking to her about having kids.

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?

It might not seem like a very exciting memory, but there was this cozy Saturday morning that she and Reyes spent just lazing in bed and talking.  It was so perfect and sweet and it always puts a smile on her face.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? 

Yeah I think we would get along pretty well.  Wednesday’s a lot more outgoing than I am and she’d probably get me into trouble, but that might be fun.  Plus our humour is pretty similar.

H) What trait do you admire most? 

I admire how brave and honest she is.

ask me uncommon questions about my oc(s)?

[samtastic-sims]

Rats, deaths, births, cute teens & todds under the cut + @midpoosimmer being super jelly about my cute toddler xD

midpoosimmer replied to your photoset “Kodaline still finds time to garden”

oh boo hoo look at you with your toddle breweries and what not, you think you're soooo speshul. sell out! xD <3 Love her, she's so adorable, can't wait to see her little ones

midpoosimmer replied to your photoset “Torin aged up … We now have a tod in the house :D ”

ugh, you sicken me, you and your adorable sellout toddlers and your adorable game and you adorable you. ugh <3

Jealousy makes you nasty ;) lol. I HAVE NO RAGRATS IT WAS SO WORTH XD

saartje77 replied to your photoset “Kayden aged up into such a cutie!”

Wow, a cutie indeed. Me wants. ��❤

and you shall haz!! :D As soon as he ages :P

saartje77 replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed”

Nooo! Not Adley. ��

*rocking back & forth*

plumbobage replied to your photoset “Well… Grim decided to come for Keenai on Kodaline’s wedding day. How...”

���� ouch my heart

plumbobage replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed”

I am not ready for this :(

Too much pain in one week D:

igglemouse replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed”

A birth and a death so close to each other T_T

I know :( This is what happens with big families D:

igglemouse replied to your photoset “Kodaline: I’m so nervous mom, what if I trip while walking down the...”

If you trip then it will at least be memorable!

But would it be memorable in a good way ? xD

shaysugar replied to your photoset “Well… Grim decided to come for Keenai on Kodaline’s wedding day. How...”

What the hell death??!! You ought to be ashamed! Keenaii :(

Right! He’s so rude! He couldvé at least let him watch his daughters wedding!

shaysugar replied to your photo “Bleh”

She changed her pink hair! :o not that blond doesn't look good, but piiiink! XD

This happens when recolours of the hairs I want to use aren’t in the same colours xD

spellcasterr replied to your photoset “Almost done ^-^”

I love this so much babe ! Like holy fuckk mate

WEEEE thank you xD Took me a while. 

spellcasterr replied to your photoset “Torin is a wild nooboo who loves to scream and run around the...”

ILL LOOK AFTER HIM AND NEVER GIVE HIM BACK

NevvAAAR he is mine forever and ever xD Get your own! 

spellcasterr replied to your photoset “Torin’s bedroom”

This is perfect. I feel defeated

STAAAHP, EVERYTHING YOU DO IS PERFECTION YOU’RE LYING XD

selahgio replied to your photoset “Here’s the family tree that nonny wanted to see :) Blue lines indicate...”

You're going on far with this ^_^ i never make it pass one generation let alone two :/

I know it’s going further than I thought it would! xD

pxelplants replied to your photoset “Bye Adley :( You’ll be missed

Low key distressed about this ��

SAME D:

touchmypixels replied to your photoset “Torin is a wild nooboo who loves to scream and run around the...”

HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BE SO CUTE

HAVE HIM ARESSTED FOR PUBLIC OVER-CUTENESS. It’s just distracting everyone xD

simsomedia replied to your photoset “Kodaline: Soooo I wanted to tell everyone… that Tyler & I are...”

His pecker is just that able.

Dude I died xD

pixelatedwonderland replied to your photo “Preggers again! :D”

That was fast xD

I WANT 1000 TODDLERS IN MY HOUSE XD

lucasmunch replied to your photoset “It’s a boy! His name is Torin :D”

I love the nursery !��

Thank you so much! :D

mysimblruniverse replied to your photoset “Tyler is a man of many talents. He has the Painter Extraordinaire...”

Such a cute patio, it is not surprising that paints with such a happy face! Very cozy place!

Eeeee Thanks! :D I wanted a cozy painting patio :3

cyprin-sims replied to your photoset “Kodaline still finds time to garden”

Love this! It's so colorful! ��

Thank you! :D 

simgaia replied to your photo “Bleh”

Even when feeling sick, she is one of the cutest sims I've ever seen!!

She’s probably the cutest sims I’ve had! xD

zauglom replied to your photoset “Kodaline’s rocket is finished! She has to wait to use it though...”

The house looks like a small town lol ������

LOL it is quite large xD But I needed space for a rocket ship :P

authenticdragontears replied to your photoset “Kodaline’s rocket is finished! She has to wait to use it though...”

That's a doggone mansion right there! :O

It wasn’t supposed to be so big! xD

geekstersims replied to your photoset “Kayden: Mom? Dad? Can I play now? Luna: In a minute sweetie”

I'm dying laughing this is so cute!

Hehehe Thank you xD It was cute when it happened in game

simsemaia replied to your post “I am dying I am dying I am dead”

*places beautiful lily on sam* At least she died happy

I lold at this XD I would’ve definitely died with a smile on my face :P

fatpandasims replied to your photoset “Happy Birthday, Adley! :3”

She's such a cute elder! I'm so happy she will stay like this forever and never die cause somehow you made her immortal!

If only this could be xD If we had the vamp pack maybe I could’ve turned her :P

Replies regarding my rats :D

plumbpool replied to your post “Saaaam do you still have your rats??”

ohmygod!!!! *-* I'm in love with all of them!!! *-* *-*

unaggressive replied 

Omg hug them from me ��

psychoticcoven replied 

They're so chunky!!! Cuteeee

sugarinesssims replied 

They're all so cute ^_^

lavisims replied

SO CUTE!!! *__*

jalannah replied 

omfg i love pet rats

applezingsims replied

Cute fatty rattys ��

feather-sim replied 

i love koda the most* eugh typos galore

unicorninthemosh replied 

omg they're so sweet! hug them from me!

Thanks peeps! :D They’re my babies xD I always say to my mom that she better be happy with having rats as granchildren :P I’ll give my chubby rats a snuggle from all of you ;)

[fl-oralfawnarchive]

oh!!my goodness that’s soooooo many keys i would cry😂 i’m so bad with keys but eeeee i’m so so glad you’re doing well and cozying up your surroundings :’)

(hi yes every1 should go follow noony pls bc she’s so sweet and fun and even if you’re not really into spiritual stuff her blog is still wonderful AND she posts super pretty pictures so go do that please!)

nooonnnyyy!!! i haven’t really been active on tumblr in forever but i’m so happyhappyhappyyyyyy to see you’ve gotten your temp room and such and are able to start getting back on your happy and fulfilling path!!!

also i just wanna say you’re so cool?? i don’t think a lot of people realize that not everyone that has an english online presence actually uses english in their day to day life so i just think it’s awesome that you put so much effort into your online presence AND you do it in a different language from that which is used in your place of residence!!!  sksks basically this is just a super long extra detailed i love noony letter i hope you don’t think i’m too much of a dork > 

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AWWWW hello cute fawn, my dear ♡♡♡

this is just tooooo sweet ;___; thank you so much for these wonderful and lovely messages! *-* ♡

i am really happy that my temporary room is getting more cozy and i actually start to feel really at home here ^-^

the only thing that is kinda “stressful” is that i have to lock my room with my key EACH AND EVERY SINGLE TIME THAT I LEAVE THIS ROOM AND EVEN IF IT’S ONLY FOR A MINUTE @ ____ @ i have a huge bunch of keys for every single thing like my room door, my shelf in the kitchen, my storage in the fridge and all kinds of things and i’ve even started to mark the keys with colorful washi tape so that i don’t have to search for the right one anymore XDDD

and aaaaaaah, thank you so much??? i love being online so so so much, i always have ever since i was 13 and the internet was being still lame and not as wiiiide as it is now. my online presence is really important to me and so this means a lot to me, thank you ;___;

also, german is a really beautiful language but just not suitable for having a large community so… welp XD i love the english language a lot, so it’s really great to be using it so much! i often struggle to find the GERMAN WORDS for things that i am only ever using in written form online. recently i was trying to find the german word for bulk trash when talking to my social worker and it actually took me a few seconds …. XD it’s kinda funny

ANYWAYS, i hope you are doing GREAT and ily! ♡