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[theside-b]

Hama Shogo and Hyodo Katsumi for SEEK Magazine

[angelwhisp3rs]

༺♥༻ pillow talk

Pairing: di!leon x fem!reader

Summary: little Daisy keeps kicking, keeping mommy all awake. Daddy Kennedy has to step in, calming down his baby girl.

Tags: pure fluff and some provocative banter!!

This is the second part of my valentines advent! Check it out for the next couple of days for more stories!

Notes: dad Leon makes me wanna FOAM

Sigh.

It was a very quiet one, so Leon thought it was in his head. He turned on the bed and closed his eyes again, ready to go back to sleep. He just came back from another suicidal mission, and his warm bed was more than welcomed.

Another sigh.This one was more sure, so he turned as saw his wife huffing, turning to try to fit her round belly into the bed, looking quite frustrated. Soon, he got behind her and hugged her, putting his head on her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“What's going on, love?”

“I'm sorry, didn't want to wake you up, lovey. Daisy just decided to have a rave in me, so it's quite hard to just go to sleep to constant kicking”

He chuckled at that, smiling warmly at her grown belly. She felt her husband caressing her belly, still looking lovingly at her bump the same way he did when he found she was pregnant.

“Hm, I know what they need. They need their daddy to talk to them”

Smiling, Leon helped her to sit a little, as he got on the same level as her bump. He put one hand right on it, pressing a kiss to her skin and whispering quite close.

“Hi, bean. It's daddy. Mommy told me you are fighting your own battles inside her. I'm proud of you” he chuckled, earning a playful slap on his back.

Looking at her to wait and not interrupt (still quite playful), he laid on her bump once more and kept talking to their child, feeling his kicks on his palm.

“Baby, I know it's nice inside mommy - I can tell - but our lady needs her sleep. We are so excited to see you, but you still need some cooking. Until you're done, you need to be careful with our lovely mommy” he said looking up and smiling now

“I know you love her just as much as I do, so we need to take care of her. Need your help with that, little bean. You need to sleep too, baby. Let our lovey keep cooking you till you are big and ready”

Even if it was bothersome at first, she looked down at her man talking to their daughter and her heart grew in size. Moments like this made her celebrate that she chose the right man to have kids with. Everyone that saw the ruthless agent didn't imagine the loving dad and husband he was.

I caressed his hair as he talked some more to our little sunshine, my heart completely filled with love. As the moments passed, she realized that the bun stopped moving, probably going to sleep. He looked up at her quite proud, smirking.

“See? Just like you, they need their daddy”

She slapped him once more at the provocative comment, giggling.

“Don't say that in front of her! What if she hears?”

“She is sound asleep, her loving dad made sure of that. And if she did, she would know that her parents love each other very much”

She knew that the tone was light, but she couldn't help but wonder about his comment. Earning him a soft smile, she let the man cuddle her, whispering.

“Yeah, her parents are very much in love.”

[starberry-cupcake]

oooohhhh boyyyyyyyy Stuff Happened you folks, this might be obnoxious because there was a lot of exposition, let's hope I can keep it decent. As always, sending you all positive vibes in these trying times ♥

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

CHAPTER 50

30 minutes for emperor destruction, prepare the champagne

gideon is being taken by yandere twin to meet doctor reverend emperor john

she isn't very into that idea, but doesn't have much of a choice

doctor reverend emperor john is having a very important conversation with someone in the room, so gideon and yandere twin hide to listen in

and the conversation is with non other than not!dulcinea

not!dulcinea is being possessed

by commander wake

I ASKED FOR THIS IN THE PREVIOUS ONE

why did you need harrow, then, you dramatic asshat?

so, basically, commander wake's name is actually a couple quotes and lyrics to eminem's song from 8 mile

her name isn't amanda, it's just awake, etc.

I'd take amanda over eminem but ok

they said they are words that date back thousands of years, so we're in the future

I considered this, but not due to book reasons, just because one time I was talking to @lady-harrowhark about one time a barbie of mine was stolen when I was a kid and it somehow related to tlt, this was A Long Time Ago but I thought "what, are the books in the future?"

I have no idea if my hollywood hair barbie had anything to do with the books directly or if it was just some fandom thing @lady-harrowhark knows and I don't, but that planted the idea in my head

if it's a spoiler, don't tell me

but I didn't pick up any clues from the book until eminem

emperor's last name is gaius, which I knew from an untagged non context dashboard post

doctor reverend emperor john gaius wants to know what commander wake was doing in the ninth, because she landed there on purpose

and also is impressed that she's been a revenant for nearly 20 years and doesn't know how she got there

I think it's the sword

so, in come augustine and mercygirl

because now we're having a party

dr reverend emperor john says "Am I in trouble?" because he's the most punchable asshole in the known universe

and introduces commander wake with an evanescence quote rather than an eminem quote

yes, ok, I much prefer that, thank you

thank you, Fallen by Evanescence (2003) you changed my life

so, turns out that commander wake was in cahoots with these two lyctors

but things turned south and gideon the first was sent to kill her

she went to the ninth to break into the tomb

it always comes down to the tomb

ice cube barbie is very popular

so, I was right when I said that gideon wasn't conceived Traditionally

the eggs were my clue on that bit, the eggs on the notes

they were supposed to 1) use dr reverend emperor john's genes to 2) create a baby with his blood to 3) break the blood ward to 4) open the tomb

CONVOLUTED LYCTOR PLANS

but the eggs didn't work, so commander wake decided to birth gideon herself

when I said gideon was a demigod and used hercules memes and when I compared her to superman or whatever

I was more correct than I thought

commander wake called gideon "bomb"

this song could go into the gideon playlist @lady-harrowhark and I were talking about

because we didn't have enough lyctors at this party, in comes gideon the first

from battling the beast, which is what everyone was supposed to be doing, btw, just putting that out there

gideon the first will receive a lot of very clever, funny and amazing nicknames by gideon that I can't even remotely compete with

I vow to you and your prowess for nicknames, queen

gideon the first comes in, removes gideon's glasses from harrow's body, and slides them on his face

commander wake me up before you go go looks at him with heart eyes

and he shoots her

gideon, things were so much easier when you didn't have a family, girl

this is too stressful

everyone is surprised that gideon the first fought the beast, the beast ran and gideon the first is alive

I am NOT SURPRISED because HE WAS FIGHTING ALONGSIDE MATI NONIUS

and ortus, and protozoa, and martita

BUT, MOST IMPORTANTLY, MATI NONIUS

well done team harrow!!!

so, basically, gideon the first didn't say anything about the whole commander wake situation because he thought gideon was his

which accounts for my doubts the other recap on how I thought gideon wasn't Conceived Traditionally but there were doubts from gideon the first's side

gideon prime, gideon zero, gideon senior (all gideon jokes, not mine) says he was with her for about two years

so augustine starts explaining how they got dr reverend emperor john's genetic material through god apate major

WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED

IT'S ALWAYS THE ORGIES, ISN'T IT?

man, I'd rather not know the details, thank you

gideon the first also doesn't want to know the details

the emperor's bolthole wasn't as inexorable as it was advertised to be, turns out

it's basically a revolving door

ANYWAY

the emperor goes "so you killed her and the baby, right?"

IN COMES GIDEON, INTRODUCING HERSELF

"I'm not fucking dead"

and the emperor goes "hi, not fucking dead, I'm dad"

CHAPTER 51

gideon starts remembering childhood things like suffering and fighting with harrow and telling harrow that maybe she is the daughter of someone important and they don't know it

"You remember how the fuck-off great aunts always used to say, suffer and learn? If they were right, Nonagesimus, how much more can we take until you and me achieve omniscience?"

man, this is rough

so, the thing about the eyes

gideon apparently has AL's eyes

whose name isn't only Annabel Lee

it's also Alecto

the alecto everyone keeps mentioning in the fandom

so, this explains why seeing gideon's eyes was like seeing a ghost to these lyctors

also why ice cube barbie had gideon's eyes

THERE ARE A LOT OF THREADS GOING ON IN THIS BOARD

GIDEON IS CONNECTED TO A LOT OF PEOPLE

NONE OF THEM GOOD

the lyctors bring back what teacher said in canaan au, about them asking dr reverend emperor john to kill AL aka Annabel Lee aka Alecto aka ice cube barbie

apparently all of them (except for gideon the first) hated her and were low key scared of her and high key scared of what might happen with her around

they think the beasts are coming partly because of her

and whatever dr reverend emperor john did to resurrect her

the emperor says he didn't kill her, he "switched her off"

not successfully, because she's been sort of roaming around

mercygirl and augustine say that everything about this is very sus because what if he didn't kill AL??? and what is going on with the origin of his power???

dr reverend emperor john goes "you both do tend to go overboard on the foreplay"

mercygirl and augustine figured out that harrow's true cavalier had AL's eyes

but it was impossible for a baby to be born with AL's genes

however, it was very probable that a baby had been born in the ninth with the emperor's genes

because they had been planning on that to happen

albeit in a different way, without the human intervention

so, if gideon has AL's eyes but the emperor's genes

it means AL's eyes aren't hers and the emperor's aren't his

the emperor's weird eyes are AL's and gideon's eyes are the emperor's

because.......

he achieved lyctorhood without having to slurp his cavalier aka AL

I'm very interested in this potential situation if we get gideon alive again

but everyone else is pissed off because they had to slurp their cavaliers unnecessarily

yandere twin also decides to join the chat after this

and, apparently, anastasia had figured it out too

the ninth necro who everyone said was the one who couldn't become a lyctor

the one with a room unused

until harrow

the emperor's version of events is that things went off the rails in the process and he had to kill them both

augustine tells dr reverend emperor john to just stop already with his plan of destroying everything

and the emperor says that the man before his resurrection would have hated him to say that

mercygirl then goes "I'll forgive you if you tell me you didn't mean to kill my cav"

and the emperor goes "yes, I'll do whatever"

so he hugs mercygirl

and mercygirl

FUCKING DECIMATES HIM

SHE WRECKS HIM

SHE MELTS HIM INTO NOTHINGNESS

gideon says she's an orphan again while I'm giving everyone a party hat and a piece of celebratory cake

I'M SORRY THIS WAS LONG but we're reaching the end of this book!!! See you next time!!!

[rosiesimsie]

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[quillthrillswriting]

aang being a bad parent is CHARACTER ASSASSINATION and i won't stand for it. i just know that him and katara wouldn't be focused on just passing on bending, but the *teachings* and ideals of both of their tribes to all their children, regardless of bending status.

OR, aang and katara become parents and aang finds out that parenting is his proudest achievement, more so than stopping a hundred year war or holding the position of avatar

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Of all the battles he had fought as the Avatar, all the struggles through which he had prevailed, Aang thought that perhaps parenthood was his life’s true proudest achievement. He’d known from the moment Katara had found out that they’d be parents that she’d be a wonderful mother, but he’d be lying if he said that he had been entirely confident in his own abilities.

---

Despite the many hats he had to wear for work, he always made a point of coming home to Katara as much as he possibly could. What was being the Avatar for, if not to use his abilities to race home to the love of his life?

---

Their third child, Tenzin, had immediately been identified as an airbender by Aang. He told Katara that he could just feel it, he could see it in the way his son moved through the air , waving his hands as if the oxygen itself was a tangible thing he could touch. As Bumi grew up, it was clear that he would be much more calm and stern than his two rambunctious siblings, perhaps in an unconscious attempt to balance them out.

Aang taught him the airbending traditions the same way he continued to teach Tenzin’s siblings-  he brought the three, along with Katara when she could take a break from work, to the air temples to aid in their restoration. He taught Tenzin the airbending forms, but he taught him in a group, with his other two siblings. For Kya, the airbending forms were applicable to her own waterbending, and for Bumi, they were a way for him to better understand the flow of chi through the body and calm his energetic nature. 

---

“Do you think they’re going to turn out alright?” Katara asked, and both pride and nervousness were present in her tone. “Are we doing a good job?”

Aang smiled softly at her, wrapping his arm around her smaller frame. “For a couple with only one parent between the two of us, I think we’re doing alright.”

Katara’s only response was a laugh and a splash of water to his face from the water she carried at her hip. She carefully bent it back into the bottle.

“They’re doing wonderfully.” Aang looked into the courtyard, where Kya and Bumi were locked in the mud, Kya bending mud-balls and Bumi throwing them back at her, while Tenzin tried in vain to get between them. “We have beautiful kids, Katara. Beautiful souls, too. The air nomad culture will live through them. It doesn’t matter if just Tenzin is an airbender- what the nomads would have wanted to be passed on is their way of life .”

♥ check out the rest of the (completed) fic & my ao3 here! ->

[capn-twitchery]

hi this is @neathyingenue! your drawing of lt. grace and capt. twitchery was so dynamic and i would love to know more about their relationship if you'd like to share 👀

OHOHO rubs my hands together--you've activated my trap card >:3 (also thank you sm!! :D♥︎) SO-

short answer: their relationship is a complicated nightmare at best, and it changes a ton over time. they meet in weird circumstances, things stay weird for a long time, & they end up "together." what that means, i have no idea, bc i think they would die before they talked about it or said they were Actually Dating

long answer: they meet when twitch rescues a very nearly dead grace from the arctic. twitch thinks this poor guy looks very haunted, which is apparently interesting enough for them to reroute the entire ship so they have an extra couple months to hound him for secrets.

upon getting back to london, they want nothing more to do with eachother: twitch got all the secrets they could, grace wants to get far away from this weirdo, preferably as soon as possible, thanks

so they part ways, for a while. grace starts working with the constables (he thinks he can help people there. poor guy) they keep giving him the unwanted jobs: drag bodies back home, sort the paperwork, stand guard outside the cells because this new inmate is chatty and it's annoying everybody else and-oh, it's twitch. of course it is.

they get talking, since there's nothing else to do, and twitch is Very Persistent. they strike a deal: grace can use his connections to get twitch on the good side of the legal records, and in return, twitch will give him free zee trips when he needs it. twitch thinks this will be basically never, since grace has nothing going on, right? so they got the better end of this deal for sure-what do you mean he's on an unhinged revenge mission to murder a fucking master of the bazaar? oh, they have got to see this.

grace is too reluctant to zail himself, has no other contacts & doesn't know anything about the neath. twitch is his only real, consistent source, and they want to see & know everything about how it's going-- this is like the most interesting story in the world to them! so they're spending a lot of time together. a weird amount of time together, really, for two people who don't spend lots of time around any one person in particular.

and it's...kind of fun? sure, twitch is very unreliable, their weirdness is still offputting to grace, sometimes-- but less than it used to be. they're nicer than he gave them credit for, smarter, and their enthusiasm is infectious. and grace is very helpful, it turns out, and it's nice to have company in the captain's cabin, and making him smile instead of looking miserable all the time starts to feel kind of like an accomplishment, and- oh, no.

they both react to their feelings about as well as you would expect: ignore them! or in twitch's case, ask the ship's surgeon to surgically remove them (and get refused. cruel.) they both deny their feelings for a long time. it could never work anyway, right? they're far too different.

except, not really. grace later finishes nemesis, and after parting (somwhat bitterly) with twitch & a brief stint at the grand geode, he realises maybe the laws here fucking suck, actually--maybe he doesn't need to uphold them to help people. lucky for him, twitch has a hell of a rivalry with the admiralty & it's only a matter of time before they cross paths again. he deserts the admiralty in the midst of a naval battle, onto twitch's ship.

til i give either of them an ending, they stay together from that point--at least, as much as they want to. old habits die hard--twitch still likes zailing off to do weird shit, twitch is still a criminal, grace is very much not (more of a vigilante, i guess.) they still can't talk about what they are, they still clash sometimes. but they make it work! captain & (honorary) first mate.

(& twitch's crew breathe a sigh of relief. bc they've been waiting for their emotional brick wall of a captain to semi admit it for at least a year)

[hrrtshape]

(i’m 🎀 anon ! ) omg your reply was literally so sweet aaa it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside so tysm for that lovely !!!

i just have a few musings around shifting and manifestation, from a completely personal perspective. I’ve been reading up on the multiverse theory and quantum physics both of which strongly support the existence of infinite universes and i just think it’s so cool!!

the thing is, i haven’t induced the void or pure consciousness yet, i feel like maybe it’s procrastination (the past couple of days i’ve been staying up the whole night because… erm.. avoidance or smth. ugh 😖) and i know i have all the information i need to do it, that’s certainly not the problem.

i just think i have such an optimistic, hopeful outlook on life, things often work out for me in my cr, but i want things to be better ! that’s the thing.

i don’t want “perfectly alright”, i want “undeniably, unwaveringly remarkable”. i want amazing!!

this isn’t the kind of shift where i would want to ever return to my cr. I would want most things to remain the same (like the city i live in, time period, cafes i like to visit and the baristas i like to greet), but alternatively, there are a few big things i want to change.

stuff like my appearance, childhood memories, friends i have (i like to daydream about a close friendgroup like the one from how i met your mother, if you’re familiar 😭), familial wealth and fortune, the languages i speak (i already speak 4-ish languages, i want it to be 5). i would like to be an aspiring model and actress and date and marry my celebrity crush one day whom i believe to be the sweetest guy in the entire world (long story).

i am filled with copious amounts of self love and determination, knowing i can face any adversities thrown toward me with ease. I don’t look away when i see a mirror, and there are many things i admire about myself now.

perhaps that’s why i’m having trouble even beginning to induce the void, getting in touch with pure consciousness and my true power.

apologies for the unnecessarily long ask, but i would love to hear your thoughts on this 🎀

hope your days are filled with soft breezes akin to gentle kisses from an affectionate lover. may you never have a bad hair day in 2025. until next time ♥︎

- 🎀

🎀 anon helloooo !!!!!! FIRST. . . . . you are literally the human embodiment of a warm, buttered croissant. if you were a perfume you’d be called divine providence and it’d smell like old books, honey, and a little bit of citrus????.

okay, onto business. listen. you don’t need fixing. you don’t need to force yourself into the void like you’re some tragic protagonist clawing at the fabric of the universe. you already are it. shifting isn’t some exclusive club with a bouncer named limiting beliefs, it’s a revolving door. you step in when you want.

your problem isn’t knowledge. it isn’t belief. it’s that you are so comfortable in yourself, so at peace, that you don’t feel the urgency. and that’s good. but wanting more? wanting remarkable? that’s not greed, that’s just being alive. we humans live off that.

sooo !!!! stop treating the void like a final boss battle. you’re not some medieval knight about to storm the castle of consciousness. stop waiting for the perfect moment. shift tonight. shift tomorrow. shift while drinking your morning coffee, staring wistfully out a rain-speckled window like a lana del rey song.

think less. feel more. be reckless with your trust in yourself. shift like it’s as easy as breathing, because it is. and when you get there, send me a telepathic “told you so.”

may your pillows always be the perfect level of plush, may every cafe you enter have your favourite seat free, and may your celebrity crush look at you like you’re the first sunrise he’s ever seen.

until next time xx

[ribesrubrum]

[pictures: There seems to be several pictures of a few places around Paldea. The first of which, perhaps surprisingly, being the flower field near the former Ruchbah Base, where several of Carmine's Pokemon are playing in the fields. Amarys can be seen in the background, training at the center, and there's a few pictures taken of her battles there. She commands her Pokemon easily even against the onslaught of Fairy types, and if the images are anything to go by, she seems to have secured a victory against Ortega. Though it seems like Linux has learned a new move...?

Anyway, the second set of photos seem to be in Uva Academy; there's at least one picture of Ren checking in with Director Clavell, seeming to speak excitedly about recent times while the older man listens. There's a picture of Amarys speaking with him and another teacher, Jacq, and they appear to be discussing intriguing topics, given the interest on each party's face. There is one where they all stare at the camera, though!

The next to last set of photos appears to be taken in a restaurant in Medali; all three of them have ordered delicious food, and the images all range from general chatter to beautiful food shots. It's clearly a lovely time shared by all.

...And then there's a couple back at Ren's house; Amarys holding what appears to be a photo album in her hands, and she looks through each photograph dutifully. There even seems to be a blank album next to her; something to fill with her own memories. And...there's a picture of Carmine looking through her own photo album with Ren, and no, she's definitely not tearing up a bit--]

Paldea's even more beautiful than I could have imagined. I'll admit it! My expectations were met and then some, and Ren took us to some of the most delightful places. I really can't thank them enough for showing us around!

I'm taking Ren clothing shopping tomorrow morning, and tomorrow evening, our flight back to BBA goes out. It's almost surreal, but I can't wait to get back to learning; there's a lot of things I want to do now, and I've got all of the time and energy in the world now to tackle them head-on.

...

Though, I am going to kick Ren's rear end in for managing to surprise me! We'd been working on a surprise for my darling since we first went off to Kitakami, and I wanted to do something nice for our six month anniversary--see those photo albums? One of Ren's friend's grandma, she makes these beautiful handmade photo albums with the help of her Spidops, and they're a sight to behold! Along with the memories inside. But this brat! They went and made one for us and our adventures! There were photos I never expected to see ever again in there, and...ugh! My heart can't take it! So I demanded to be able to take them clothes shopping; no second hand, and absolutely no school uniforms!

You should have seen my beloved's reaction, though. I felt a little bad keeping it a secret for so long, but seeing her face...well, it was worth it. ♥

Ren's gone out for a little bit with her, and I'm staying behind and watching the house, and playing with this...video game system they have, for the moment. I can't read any of the text to this game I'm playing, but I'll ask them about it later; it's a rather cute game, though, if nothing else.

[tavstavernofdisasterbisexuals]

Good day to you♥ I just saw your post under the BG3 hashtag about drawing people's Tavs and such and... I'm a newcomer in Baldur's Gate community, I literally started a game like four days ago and such (same about learning about DND related stuff), so yeah, uh... if you'd like to draw my Tav or somethin'? If you wish? (no pressure!) Here's a couple of screenshots of him aaand a video as been asked~ (sorry, it's with Gale flirting, ahah//) Gale being horny over a battle( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛) (youtube.com) Have a cool day!

Oh learning D&D is a bit tough but it's an absolute delight! I've been playing for 3 years already

I loved drawing your tav, thanks to your tav I've finally found a way I like to draw beards!

He gives me the vibe of the kind old adventurer that has already seen some stuff but still smiles no matter what

Also that gale video was hilarious jhfasdhabc

[writingwhimsey]

Heyyyy!!

Congratulations for the followers milestone!!

If the asks are still open, can I ask for a 'cuddles during a rainy day' trope with Kenshin? (Its not in your list but I thought it'd be cute♥) A fluff or comfort fic would be nice but you can make it you want. Thanks in advance!

Thank you for the request and I am sorry for taking so long to get to this. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it!

Lazy Day

Kenshin sat in a council meeting, a rather disgruntled expression on his face. Sasuke and the warlords of Kasugayama Castle had noticed that he had been even more stabby than usual… a term Sasuke had used to point out his lord’s foul mood.

After the council had finished, most of the men cleared out. Shingen, Sasuke, Yukimura, Yoshimoto, and Kanetsugu remained. “What is it?” Kenshin asked, glaring at all of them. “Are you all finally wanting a good battle?”

“No, no. Don’t even think of reaching for that blade.” Shingen replied.

“Though it is a beautiful blade.” Yoshimoto remarked. “It really is a work of art.”

“We’ve noticed that you…well you haven’t been very happy here recently, Lord Kenshin.” Sasuke pointed out.

“You’ve been lashing out more than usual.” Yukimura agreed.

“Is there perhaps something going on with you and our lovely goddess?” Shingen asked.

Kenshin glared. “MY goddess.” He corrected. 

Shingen just smiled unaffected. “So it is something to do with her.”

“You know, I thought your foul moods would ease up once you two got together.” Yukimura quipped.

“There has been a significant decrease in KU’s since they got together.” Sasuke stated. “Though they have started to increase once again, which makes me believe that there is something up.”

“It’s nothing.” Kenshin said.

“There is something troubling the princess?” Yoshimoto asked, eyeing Kenshin. For someone who could seem so lackadaisical, Yoshimoto could be quite observant.

Kenshin sighed. “I can’t fight the sky.”

All of the men looked at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Shingen was then fighting off a chuckle as he looked at Kenshin. He however couldn’t keep the amused smile from his face. “Are you saying the princess has been feeling down because of the rain we’ve been having?”

“Yes, dammit and I can’t make it stop raining.” Kenshin replied. “She’s been wanting to go out for several days now, but the rain prevents it. If I could fight the heavens to make her happy, I would.”

“Wow…I can’t believe you got that out of him or even understood what he meant in the first place.” Yukimura said, looking at Shingen.

“You are a useful Kenshin translator.” Sasuke agreed.

“If anyone could make the heavens bend to their will it would be you, Lord Kenshin.” Kanetsugu spoke up.

“Don’t give him any ideas.” Sasuke said, just imagining having to pull Kenshin back from trying to stab a cloud or fight a lightning bolt.

“I think the solution is simple.” Shingen said. “You can’t go out, so just make some time for the two of you to spend together inside.”

“You know, in our original time,” Sasuke spoke up, “rainy days are perfect for doing nothing.”

“Your suggestion makes no sense, Sasuke,” Kenshin replied, pulling out his sword and holding it to his ninja’s throat.

Sasuke sighed. “That’s the third KU of the day.” He muttered before meeting his lord’s gaze. “What I am trying to say is, in our time, people will spend a lazy day together when it rains. Don’t get out of your night clothes. Maybe read…couples might…cuddle.”

“A lazy day?” Kenshin asked.

“Yes, a lazy day.” Sasuke replied.

Kenshin seemed to debate for a moment, enjoying the idea of spending the day with his love…he especially liked the idea of cuddling her all day. He sheathed his sword. “Alright, we’ll try this plan of yours.”

“I will take care of everything so you don’t have to worry about anything other than spending time with the princess.” Kanetsugu told his lord.

“Good.” Kenshin replied, his mood already seemingly improved.

The next day…

The Oda Princess groaned as wakefulness came to her and she could hear the sound of rain pattering outside once again. “Ugh…”

Kenshin’s warm lips brushed against her forehead. “What’s the matter?” He asked.

“It’s raining again.” She answered him, frowning slightly as she opened her eyes to see his handsome face.

Kenshin lifted his hand to caress her cheek gently. “I wish I could make the rain stop…”

“But you can’t so don’t try and fight the sky.” She said, a smile coming to her face at the thought.

Kenshin chuckled. “Alright…but my schedule is clear for the day. Sasuke suggested we could spend a lazy day together since it is raining.”

“A lazy day?”  She mused. “That does sound nice.”

Kenshin smiled as he pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the lips. “I hope you’re prepared to not leave my arms today.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Sasuke mentioned that in your time, couples will use a rainy day as an excuse to cuddle all day.” Kenshin answered. 

The princess smiled. “That does sound nice.”

The maids were coming in to bring them breakfast then. The princess’s cheeks reddened at being seen by the maids cuddling Kenshin, but Kenshin felt no such shame. In fact his embrace only tightened, The maids bowed, smiles on their faces as they left.

“We should eat the food while it’s hot.” Kenshin said. “I had the cooks prepare all of your favorites.”

The princess smiled. “Thank you, Kenshin.”

The pair were crawling out of bed and going to sit down in front of their trays. When his lover went to sit beside him, Kenshin pulled her into his lap. “I told you, you are staying in my arms all day.”

She smiled, her cheeks reddening, but she was happy none the less. “Well…I do like the sound of that.”

The lovers ate their breakfast together, feeding each other and sharing kisses and the warm embrace. Afterwards they moved to the covered porch off of their room, Kenshin bringing a blanket and wrapping them up together.

The princess snuggled up with Kenshin as they sat watching the rain. “Hmm, this is the perfect way to  spend the day.” She said. “I wish we could spend every rainy day like this.”

Kenshin kissed her cheek. “Whatever it takes to make you happy.” He said. “And keeping you in the cage of my arms is the perfect way to spend any day to me.”

She nuzzled into his chest. “I love you, Kenshin.”

“I love you, too.” Kenshin replied, pulling her close to share a deep kiss, pouring all of his love for her into the kiss. It was a simple and lazy day spent together, but it was the perfect way to spend it. Kenshin couldn’t imagine being happier. Never had he imagined that he would find doing nothing all day could be so fulfilling.

[lustfulcat]

MY FIRST NOVEL IS OFFICIALLY ON AMAZON!

Let me interrupt my usual BL content to bring you MY FIRST GAY ROMANCE NOVEL

Addicted is Book One in my new Series The Pointe of Love. I'm so excited and thrilled about this and I am humbly asking my followers to pre-order? You won't lose out because this book contains:

-an age-gap workplace romance

-hurt/comfort

-grilled cheese sandwiches and bad dad jokes

-six steamy sex scenes

Also, would you be so kind as to signal boost and follow my author account? *bats eyelashes*

This is a big career change for me and I'm trying to get into the Gay Romance Top 100 so any help would be SO appreciated ♥

BLURB BELOW THE CUT

An older man. A forbidden workplace romance. And secrets that could destroy everything. Liam Gray is a mess. Still grieving over a tragedy, he’s shut himself off from life. All he has left is his job at the The Pointe wedding hall. Lucky him - he gets to watch other people’s happily ever afters when he’ll never have his own. And then his new boss - a dangerously tempting old crush - turns everything upside down. Owen Parker has lost it all. Coming out has cost him his career, his marriage, and even his son. When he gets an offer to manage The Pointe, he’s thrilled to run into Liam again - the troubled and alluring young man he’s been fixated on for years. But Liam isn’t so thrilled. He’s overwhelmed with feelings he doesn’t want and it pushes him over the edge, making him turn to pills to escape his pain. As the two of them work together night after night, their attraction grows - along with Liam’s addiction. Both fight their desire, trying to remain professional as they battle cranky clients, nosy staff, and their own demons but, as the lines between them start to blur, secrets are revealed that may cost them their only chance at love. Will Liam and Owen be able overcome the scars of loss, heal the things they’ve kept hidden, and find their way to happiness together? Addicted is the 120K first book in The Pointe of Love series. It contains an age-gap workplace romance with hurt/comfort, wedding hall shenanigans, bad dad jokes, grilled cheese sandwiches, high-heat scenes that will scorch your kindle, and an HEA with no cliffhangers. All books in The Pointe of Love series can be read as standalones, as they each follow a different couple, but they’re much more fun when read together.

[accidentaloracle]

The Gang

{Order from top to bottom}

✶Shin

My original and has gone through a couple of fantasia changes in her time. I am still trying to work on her details during each expansion but I mostly associate her with the shared canon I have with friends. Which involve falling out of an airship, void bullshit and romantic notions with a tall, blue eyed Ishgardian.

Shin's main class is WHM 🌳Although she lacks a good bedside manner, she always makes up for it with her expertise in healing magics and dedication in helping those in need. My snark queen ♥

✶Badabing Badaboom

[THIS GUY! Listen.. this lad was made purely just for goofs and seeing what playing as a lala was like. Never did I think I would put so much time and energy into him!]

Badabing, a member of the Nanarito family, grew up privileged in Ul'dah. This upbringing in a wealthy environment contributed significantly to fostering a strong sense of entitlement in his youth. He indulged in taking whatever he desired and acted without restraint. Those who dared to oppose him found themselves swiftly and decisively dealt with. Following his father's death under mysterious circumstances, which were connected to his uncle Lolorito, his perception of himself and his way of life began to change.

Following the calamity, Badabing founded NBM, an organisation that funds various projects and covertly assists those in need. Badabing is always battling to keep the organisation one step ahead of his uncle and to preserve his gruff persona so that he does not get too caught up in Ul'dah's shady business dealings. The main operation of NBM is their deli, which provides a variety of lunch and snack options, located in the Goblet residential zone. Originally planned for the NBM hideaway, Badabing's culinary adventures grew as he travelled to other places, ultimately inspiring him to pursue his love of cooking. Badabing often tries out different lunch ideas or makes easy meals for travellers on the road with his limited spare time. Badabing appears cold and distant, but he is incredibly devoted to his friends and close family members. "Playing the game of Ul'dah is an exhausting one"

✶Barm Brack

My sweet, good Elezen gal

Barm was born in Ishgard, but was soon taken in by her aunt Eliviane in Gridania after the death of her mother. Growing up, she found it hard to make friends. Eliviane was notorious for speaking her mind, causing discourse in the city, and challenging the Gridanian policies. Because of this, most of the parents warned their children away from their family. For the majority of her childhood, Barm spent her time wandering through Central Shroud, climbing trees, people watching, and convincing herself she could talk to animals.

Barm often watched hunters and The God's Quivers go about their daily tasks from high atop the trees. One day, hanging around the bannock, she spotted a bow and arrow lying beside a tent. Although she was nervous about being caught, Barm convinced herself she could borrow the weapon and put it right back. Surely, no one could be angry?

With some luck, she had successfully grabbed the bow, made off to one of the few secluded spots she preferred in bentbrach meadows, and began attempting to recreate the perfect archer posture. Unbeknownst to her, an Anole was hurtling towards her. It snapped a twig in the bush, the sharp sound causing her to leap and quickly turn around. She inadvertently released the bow, sending the arrow straight into the Anole's head.

Before Barm could even react, two figures appeared in the same direction as the creature. Two members of The God's Quivers, both smiling in astonishment at the young Elezen's aim. Barm was feeling too guilty about stealing the bow to even understand why they had ushered her back to the city. She had assumed it was to be punished for her crime. It was not until she had glanced up at the familiar sign that she recognised they had taken her to the archer's guild.

From that moment on, Barm was recruited into the guild and told only one person about what really happened that day, her first friend.

(I do have more to add to each character, but I hope it gives enough of a sample of what they are like ^^' )

[hyperfixatinglove]

Summary: It's 1945, Karl returns from war, from Berlin to his spouse and their home // tooth-rotting fluff ♥

@eframschweigersrealhusband @princess-hope-selfships @the-green-knight

''Promise you will come back to me, my sniper.''

Plead after their parting kiss. The military truck parked outside, shattering the view of idyllic, beautiful retrieve of countryside. War stretched it's grip even here.

The driver was at least cordial enough not to slam the horn, even though the couple's departing took valuable time.

''Promise.'' Sealed with one last, tender kiss. The young men, barely older than boys on the backseat of the truck, whistled to the couple like pack of wolves.

Wren watched as their new husband, Karl Fairburne, easily and elegantly jumped on board of the dark green truck. His sweater, light blue, rose and fell in time with his breathing. His brown hair couple shades too light by the sun, the brown eyes focused on his new comrades. Only tightness of his jaw told to his spouse how he felt going back to front lines, one final time. Battle for Berlin would decide the fate and history of the world.

They couldn't help the tears flowing their cheeks. Another promise made months earlier, now broken by quiet sobs as they watched Karl hit the back of the truck with his hand, signaling driver it's time to leave. They had promised they wouldn't cry, as last possible time he would ever see them, should not be his spouse crying.

Former partisan, now waiting house-spouse, waved to the truck trudging down the small hill the couple had bought their cottage on. even knowing Karl wouldn't look, they waved, handkerchief with his initials embroidered into the fabric, a keepsake of his, similar to the brooch resting on their chest.

''I love you!'' They screamed, not being able to help themselves, as the green truck was almost out of sight. Over the engine, more whistles could be heard in distance.

''I love you too!'' Came strong answer of Karl's baritone, as the truck disappeared from sight.

Days to wait weren't many, but they were long. Without him, without the sniper, the warm and cozy cottage felt emptier and hollow. Wren took to baking, to pass the time and hone skills needed for housekeeper. Karl insisted they were to be equals, even joked he'd find and put on cutest apron Wren would approve.

With a sloppy bean pie cooking in the oven, the radio was flicked on, a book retrieved from bookshelf, albeit never read.

''-On May 8 1945, Germany has surrendered unconditionally. Berlin is in Soviets hands. The soldiers stationed in Berlin will be returning home. I repeat today on May-''

The radio flickered to silence. Wren sat in their cozy chair in living room. Nazis surrendered! Karl would be coming home!

Everyday from then on, Wren would make huge supper, in case Karl returned hungry from the front. Pit of disappointment and worry would pool in their stomach, as there were no sounds of oncoming military truck, no more letters from the front, no telegram.

The housewives faith was wavering, yet the new routine persisted. Leftovers stocked the pantry, eaten in time by the lone occupant of the cottage.

On one such day, overcast by heavy clouds and rain, as supper was cooling and Wren in middle of putting fresh made cherry pie into the oven, the sound of engine trudging towards the cottage was finally heard.

The small spouse slammed the oven door too hard, slipping twice on their own feet, almost falling over when opening the door, the knob in death grip on their hand.

Hair tussled, uniform messy, rifle on their back and huge smile on their face, was Karl himself on the doorsteps. His uniform was already soaked by the sudden downpour, but his appearance and being there alive was gift from higher heavens themselves.

Loudest scream of his name, did not make the man falter. Smile only widening as Wren almost tripped to jump into his arms, tears of happiness falling on his uniform. Strong arms tightened around their lanky form, whisper of their name in their ear.

''Welcome home love! Praise the heavens you're back in one piece-''

The housewive was going to say something more, perhaps ramble and babble how glad they were Karl's stay in Berlin wasn't too long or how there was still warm supper waiting inside.

Tender but passionate kiss interrupted all thoughts and words to be said. Neither cared of the heavy rainfall in their own little happiness.

''Glad to be home.'' Karl said gently, brushing his thump against Wren's cheek.

Wide, happy smile on Wren's face. Then, mighty sneeze. Karl chuckled.

''There's supper inside, still warm. I'll make us bath while you eat, can't get sick now!'' They chirped and let the new husband, hopefully permanently into their cozy home.

The soldier's remark of good smell had their spouse giggle. ''It's cherry pie. For you. There's still leftovers in pantry, but I'm working on them.''

Upon questioning leftovers, as Karl struggled out of their dirty uniform and their spouse smiled at them:

''I made supper everyday, since they announced Germany surrendered.''

Karl gazed up, their chest bare, cheeks flushed pink by the implication of his spouses words. How many days had passed since then, between the present and past. Hands on his pants, movement stopped during removal, halfway down his legs, mouth hanging slightly agape, eyes twinkling by pure love and appreciation.

''So I could have warm meal when I arrive?'' His voice hoarse, mouth dry, tongue licking lips.

Enthusiastic but short nod. Floorboards creaking to the tune of light footsteps. His wife, his spouse his everything, circled him, ending right back before him with a fond smile.

''Good. No new scars either.'' Wren concluded their examination with a pat on Karl's exposed belly. The sniper's heart ached with love.

''About that bath-''

His beloved didn't get further than that, their body tangled by Karl's strong arms, words swallowed by his kiss. Movement of lips so delicate and loving, the soldier pouring every thought of longing, missing, appreciation, love into this one kiss.

Sound of his name when they departed. Tone trying to be scolding, but ending up teasing and loving. Slender fingers stroking his collarbone.

Wren shook their head, their fingers sliding down Karl's neck in one last, sweet caress, before they were allowed to leave the arms of their beloved to make bath warm.

Karl stepped out of his military trousers. His mind didn't fully believe he was home yet, the gunfire and bombs echoed in his ears from Berlin.

But when his beloved spitfire touched him, the memories faded, placed by safety, warmth and love.

One of the reasons why Karl had fallen so deep, was Wren's ability to make him of all people safe. He, who ventured past enemy lines with kill lists, fought against odds greater than success, came out most firefights with nothing but scratches, felt safe by Wren's gentle acceptance, kindness and patience.

Another one was how Wren never seemed to care for his reputation. Fascinated, they were by his skill with sniper rifle, but discounting few instances of jealousy, his reputation as intimidate, legendary sniper never came in the way of their banter. He wasn't treated differently by his beloved. Treated by same kindness and curiosity as everyone else Wren came across.

Berlin had been the worst of places Karl Fairburne had been sent to. Two conflicting sides, with him in the middle, beautiful city in ruins, the fate of war and humanity hanged in balance.. He nonetheless persevered.

He survived.

Many had not.

The truck that left that day, bringing him further and further away from where his heart lied, only handful of those young soldiers managed to survive.

Karl always carried pieces of those who had fallen with him. Whenever in memory or by action, he tried his best to honor them.

He neatly folded with dirty uniform to wait for laundry day, the flow of water reaching his ears through closed door.

Leaving the empty room, the strong aroma of cherry pie hit his nose. 'The pie must be cooling on the counter' he mused in his head, a smile on his face. Glance to the kitchen told his instinct to be correct, as beautiful kitchen towel was covering just as beautiful tray. Wren had insisted little things to be beautiful in their home and who was Karl to deny such tiny sliver of happiness from his wife?

His glance also told him his supper was warming in the oven, making use of its warmth after baking. The little show of care and love from Wren almost made Karl tear up.

His confident steps took him to the small bathroom of the house. The flow of water had ceased and Wren was putting soap and candles around the room.

''Romantic bath? Shouldn't have.''

His remark caused his beloved to jump slightly, but smile replaced it quickly.

Just as quickly, their cheeks gained red color and Wren coughed.

''Thought I'd make it nice for you. There's no window here. Don't want you to be in the dark.''

Their eyes were focused too much on settling down the soap. Karl chuckled. Even after their wedding and their honeymoon, his little partisan was still shy before naked sniper.

Slosh of water and deep sigh as Karl settled into the warm water. Gentle stroke of his hair, a whisper of 'enjoy'.

His hand emerged from the water with remarkable speed, fingers wrapping around his spouse's delicate, tiny wrist, soaking through the long sleeve blouse they were wearing.

''Stay my love. Wash my hair.''

To anyone else, his short and sharp words might've sounded like an order, soldier that he is. But his little partisan, heard the words whispered with desperation as request, a plea.

''Of course Karl.'' His name said with such tenderness.

Slender fingers massaged his temples, fingers digging to swipe the dirt. Content, long sigh escaped Karl's lips as he leaned into the touch.

''That's it sugar, right there.'' He muttered praises, eyes closed, but ears focused on the little hums and snippets of songs stuck in their head. Or songs they came up themselves, like now.

''Washing my husband's hair, he's enjoying it, safely home, hungry for supper, Mr Fairburne lalalalaa..''

Out of tune, voice hoarse, Wren continued making song on the spot, keeping their voice soft. To sniper, none of the faults mattered, their voice sounded heaven on earth.

''Pouring the water over head, watch out sweetheart..'' sing song continued as water was gently dumped to wash away the soap from Karl's hair.

Laugh bubbled in his throat, but he kept it in, partly due to the water being poured over his head and the fingers massaging the soap out of his short hair, other part due to fear Wren would misunderstand and think their husband was laughing at their adorable song and not how loving and adorable they were to warn him in form of the song.

Wren rubbed and massaged until nothing but squeak came out of Karl's hair.

''Done! Join me when you're done.'' Kiss to his cheek, opened eyes and brown meeting grey in held gaze.

One last look before bathroom clicked shut. They were simply unable to keep from each other long, looks or touch.

After soaking in the bath for good hour and his skin resembling more dry orange than skin, Karl returned to their shared bedroom. The dirty uniform had been taken away, replaced by the softest pajamas the sniper had ever felt on his skin. Color wasn't bad either, soft brown reminding soldier of sunflower's center.

Supper was waiting him on the table, cutlery and everything settled out. His beloved was sitting opposite of their small kitchen table, actually reading the book they had picked. Judging by the cover, Karl deduced it to be fantasy book.

He sat down with loud thud, not realizing how tired the journey from Berlin and cozy bath had made him. Wren flashed him a smile behind their book, eyes glued to the pages.

Karl wolfed down the supper, not minding how weird of mix various herbs were or how some spots were bland taste. His little one had made this with love and he was damn sure to appreciate it.

''You don't have to force it down. I put too many spices.'' Said casually, but ex-agent could tell there was anxious edge. They wanted him to like the cooking.

''No forcing. It's good.'' His voice even sounded tired. Another, gentler smile from his love.

''Will we go to bed after you've had dessert?'' Flip of page to accompany such domestic question.

''Yeah, sounds good.''

Quietness settled between them, broken momentarily by flip of page or scrape of cutlery.

Deep sigh and mutterings of being stuffed drew small laugh from Wren. Bookmark to signal where to restart and before Karl could form a thank you for fulfilling supper, he had piece of cherry pie in front of him.

''Thank for the meal after this.'' Whispered in a tease, short peck lingering on his lips after they had sat back down. His cheeks burned. He had feared he could not adjust to civilian life but this.. He could get used to this.

Groan woke up Wren from their trance. Chuckling at Karl having hands on their stomach, they gathered the few left dishes, leaving them in the small sink for tomorrow problems.

They were about to pass Karl, who was sitting by the table, when their wrist was grabbed. Inquisitive, soft eyes looking down on him. Karl turned their wrist, placed gentle kiss on their visible vein and pulse, lips lingering by their skin.

''Thank you for the food.''

His twinkling eyes met Wren's. Their mouth open, pink cheeks and pink collarbone. Karl smirked. He loved to make them squirm just a little.

Not releasing his hold, the weary soldier got up, short nod to signal it was time for bed, allowed himself to be lead.

Soft, heavy covers tosses aside for the couple to crawl in. Sigh from both of them as they nestled in the warmth, Karl's arms holding his tiger close. Both of them drifting to sleep, Karl not plagued by nightmares of war or Wren by nightmares of losing him, soon ready for new day, a start of their new life together in peace and in love.

[hayatoseyepatch]

heaven sent, mocha, and vanilla for you and Suo for the ask game please!! 💖

Hi Em my love!! Thanks so much for sending this in this was so much fun!! I hope you have a great night MWAH (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)♥

Heaven sent: how did you and your lover meet?

So me and Suo have known each other from back in our Furin days, having met in that classroom on the first day. We were in the same class all throughout our time there. Upon first meeting we didn’t particularly get along at. Because the air of mystery around Suo and the way he talks, coupled with the fact I love to run my mouth too much, it was bound to end in disaster. Upon introduction, we had our first battle of wits.

“I’m Suo or at least that’s what everyone around here calls me.”

With that closed-eyed smile that I know is a front.

“Is that what they call you or is that your name, Suo?”

Thus is the start of calling him every ridiculous pet name I can think of until he confirms if its his real name or not.

Mocha: what was your first kiss like?

So with me and Suo, we were heavy on rials to lovers. We did not get along AT ALL at first. I do feel like there was a good period of time where feelings were starting to reach a boiling point. That boiling point came in the form of one of the many arguments we would get into. Steps were taken towards each other, getting into each other's faces as insults were slung at each other with honeyed venom dripping in our “pleasant” tones. Before I could give a rebuttal to Hayato’s most recent flung insult, the words die on my tongue. Far too preoccupied with the way his lips were watched to my own. Hating the way that I melted into it almost instantly, only to be met with that signature closed-eyed smile when he pulls away.

“You know you're so much more beautiful when you shut those pretty lips, honey.”

I was gob-smacked watching him walk away, cheeks flushed and blood boiling, He really did win that argument.

Vanilla: what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

OO THIS ONE IS FUN. I feel like Suo is more of an organized guy. So on his side of the bed sits a lamp, whatever he was reading before bed, his phone and charging stand. Maybe a bottle of water (I always wake up thirsty in the middle of the night and complain about having to go downstairs when its dark to get water, so he is prepared.)

My side is a little more cluttered, however. Having my own charging stand, a candle, whatever book I was reading, my glasses case for when its time for bed, a night light, my vape, probably whatever I was snacking on before bed and tissues (I have horrible allergies in the morning.)

[tetsuskei]

from cherie to one beloved risu ♥︎ : warm love among snezhnaya’s harshest winters

dancing along the slopes of his bare back and shoulders, littered in between sparse populations of freckles laid bruises of many kind— not ones the harbinger had sustained during battle though, or at least, not on the battlefield. a different kind of battle, fought in bed mere hours ago, round after round as he gained a new set of hickies, bite marks, nips and other sorts of reminders of the night gone past that had etched themselves into his skin.

the delicious aroma of pancakes and waffles, mixed with aromatic cinnamon sugar in their batter wafts through the kitchen as the ginger turns on the stove, humming absentmindedly to himself as he expertly ties on the apron hanging on the oven’s door handle to cover up. frilly and white, the simple design oozes of innocence and glee, making him chuckle at the sheer irony.

with ease and precision, almost like being in the kitchen is second nature to him, he flips pancakes one by one in his pan while handling the waffle griddle at the same time, until a tall stack of both the yummy treats is piled up high on a plate beside him on the countertop.

“tartaglia?” a soft voice cuts through the ambient silence and dying down sizzles of the stove as he turns the heat off.

“what is this?” risu asks, one of the harbinger’s home shirts haphazardly thrown atop her bare body as a cover up. his eyes rake over her figure, eyes darting down to the spot where the shirt ends just near the top of her legs where he knows that underneath the flimsy cotton garment lays a scattered pattern of teasing bites and succulent kisses along her inner thighs.

“have you been cooking in here? it smells so good . . .”

“koshechka,” he admires her form breathlessly, watching as his shirt slips off her shoulders elegantly, exposing more of the loving hickies and marks he had given her hours prior. she stumbles into the kitchen, legs still sore, but he catches her without another thought, sweeping her up and into his arms as she squeals.

laughter fills the couple’s happy home, spotted sunlight fluttering in through the windows of the kitchen, flooding the room with the morning sunshine that bounces off the white snow outside their walls.

tartaglia grins up at her, tilting her head downwards before enveloping her lips in a warm kiss.

“welcome home.” she whispers quietly in between short breaks for them to catch their breathes, for only him to hear. and he smiles at that, the dimples in his freckles lined cheeks showing. his usually dull, cerulean eyes shining with the familiarity of genuine, compassionate love underneath shaggy ruffled orange locks, reserved for her alone.

“i’m home, risu.”

my brain after reading this:

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello, I am hoping that you have a good day. I don't remember if I already sent in a request so if I did just ignore this one and I apologize. I was hoping that I could get a Star wars, harry potter, and the witcher, and disney romantic matchup. I am a straight man

Appearance: I am 5ft 11in. I have very curly black hair, dark brown eyes, olive skin, and a beard. I am a burly man with a chubby belly.

Personality: I am introverted but when I get to know people I am very talkative and at ease. I have ADHD and I have minor autistim so I love to discuss whatever area of interest is in my brain that day. People describe me as a very kind, funny person. I am easy to get along with and I am very relaxed and easygoing. I have a bad memory from a head wound but when someone is important I put a lot of work into remembering things about them(writing notes, keeping lists of their likes and dislikes, important dates, etc). Because I have a bad memory I tell the same stories over and over again. I care a lot about my family and friends and I am very loyal to them.

Likes: When people are kind, when someone is passionate about something, Someone who is a good listener.

Dislikes: being mean/rude to people(especially service workers) or animals, making fun of peoples interests

Hobbies: outdoors stuff(hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc), painting/drawing, video games, reading, music

HI! I am sorry for this matchup to be sent so late, but I hope you love it nonetheless! <3333

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(Romantic);

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Star Wars;

Leia Organa:

⭐ You met Leia when you, Han, Luke, Chewie, R2D2, and C3PO rescued her - you were a bit quiet at first, but after she started talking, asking you questions, you found yourself answering

⭐ After everyone got out, you and Leia ended up talking a lot; you even got her to laugh a couple of times - all the while, you are also making a small list about Leia, so you could remember all the things she told you she liked and didn't

⭐ When you, Luke, and Han were gifted the medals, you and Leia made eye contact, and for the first time in forever, you felt this sort of connection with her; it made your soul feel warm - she felt completely the same

⭐ After Hoth and finding yourself in the care of the sweetest IRL care bears, you and Leia danced to the music, and the both of you found yourselves wandering around in the forests near the camp - the music was quiet, but neither of you noticed, too caught up in your conversation

⭐ You ended up staying with Leia, going and following her wherever she want, and she immensely enjoyed the company - and when she became Commander Organa, you became her right-hand man

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Harry Potter;

Hermione Granger:

📚 You met Hermione after Hogwarts and after the battle, you worked at Hogsmeade, at the small sweets shop; you held stock shelves and sometimes helped with customers, but during one of your work days on the floor, that was when you met Hermione

📚 She asked you where a certain sweet was located, saying it was a gift for a friend - you were a bit nervous speaking to her, but you expertly led her to the sweet that she was wanting; and from then on, she kept coming back to the shop, sometimes not even buying anything, just wanting to talk to you

📚 On you lunch break, Hermione would enter the shop and the both of you would walk about Hogsmeade before going to The Three Broomsticks for lunch - there, you and Hermione got to really now each other, swapping your likes, dislikes, hobbies, and so on

📚 Hermione is very supportive and understanding towards you with whatever you might forget; she is always more than okay repeating something to you - she completely understands ♥

📚 At one point, as your relationship began to blossom, you and Hermione would swap books with each other - you would also meet at each other's homes to paint, read, and even hiking when the time suits the both of you

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The Witcher;

Yennefer:

✨ You met Yennefer when she was learning how to use her magic, you had been close allies with Tissaia de Vries, and you were able to stop Yennefer's attempt during the time - since then, you and Yennefer became pretty close

✨ You and Yennefer spent a lot of time together, your demeanor being very relaxed and easygoing, you radiated a warmth that calmed Yen - she felt as if she could be herself with you

✨ When not busy doing magicy things, you and Yen would spend time walking around the grounds, talking about spells, interests, and both of your dislikes for those who are mean towards others

✨ You believe Yen is an amazingly good listener, and she is, she loves learning more about you, finding your interests very intriguing - and she would always be down to go walking places with you, painting with you, and even reading with you

✨ You make Yen very happy, and she does the same for you, the both of you are so well fit for each other, and it is obvious to those who you meet - you are one of (if not the only) the most powerful couples in all of the land

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Disney;

Ariel:

🐟 You had known Ariel for a long time, being a merman, you often spotted her swimming away to her secret cave of treasure from time to time - you, like her, were also interested in the land above, and often went up to the surface to watch ships go by and people play on the nearby beach

🐟 It wasn't until you found some object from the surface world fall into the sea that you thought of giving it to the young princess - though, you were a bit nervous, but you gained your courage and swam to find her

🐟 Ariel was beyond the moon when you gifted her the surface treasure, instantly smiling and her eyes widening in excitement; it was then that she asked if you wanted to see her collection - how could you say no? You loved how passionate she was about the surface, and her collection was very impressive

🐟 From then on, you and Ariel would spend a lot of time together, swimming around when she wasn't needed by her father, just swimming and talking about the surface - Ariel would get so excited when you got back from the surface with new information or when you brought her a new item

🐟 You and Ariel have such a love for life, and all of its wonders, and the both of you dream of a better future - a future on the surface together

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