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Hi, I submit C and M for leters and Rosalie/Bella for pairing (I'm sure they can be as sweet as Carlisle and Esme ;) )

C. A moment’s respite / M. When it rains/snows/storms

Oh this reminds me of A Rose By Any Other Name on Ao3 which I ADORE!

The glass doors that made up the side of the southern wall were open, letting the noise of the rain fill the house. Rosalie liked the rain here. She liked to watch it fall outside, to watch the drops as they hit the ground, billions of them as far as the eye could see. It was cosy inside. She leaned back on the sofa, Bella in her arms. Her fingers wove through brown hair. 

“I remember the first time I saw you in the rain,” she said quietly. Bella shifted between her thighs and rolled over so they were lying chest to chest, face to face. 

“Oh?” 

Rosalie smiled. “You smelled so good. I’d never smelled anyone so good.”

Bella buried her face into Rosalie’s neck and kissed her skin gently. “Do I smell bad now in comparison?” 

“Not at all. Less edible, though.” 

Bella laughed and sat up, straddling her wife. Her marble skin was still soft under Rosalie’s hands. “Less breakable, too. We could still catch up with the others if you want to play baseball.”

“I don’t. I want to stay here with you. We don’t get the house to ourselves often.”

“No, we don’t,” Bella agreed. She ran her hands up Rosalie’s chest and traced the skin at her throat. “It’s nice. I love our house, but this house feels like home, too.” 

Rosalie’s muscles tensed at Bella’s light touch and her lips parted. “It does. I like that it smells like everyone.” 

“Except me? Because I smell so different?” Bella teased. 

She laughed lightly and ran her hands over Bella’s waist. Carefully, she pulled at her shirt and slipped her fingers under the fabric to trace her skin. “You still smell like you. Just... more vampiric.” 

Bella’s breath hitched when Rosalie’s hand splayed on her back and traced down her spine. “Do I taste the same?” 

“No. Of course not.”

“Bad change?” 

Leaning up, Rosalie pressed a slow and deliberate kiss on her wife’s lips. “No,” she whispered against her mouth. “Better. I love your new taste. It makes me want you more than ever.” 

“I thought you wanted nothing more than my blood?” Bella asked, her voice wavering when Rosalie’s tongue traced her jaw up to her ear. 

Rosalie gently bit her lobe. “I’ll only admit this to you, but I was wrong. And I’m glad to be wrong. I want you more now as my wife than I ever did any other way.” 

Laughter filled the room when Rosalie squeezed her sides and span Bella onto her back on the sofa. It echoed through the house and into the garden through the open doors. 

“I still can’t believe it,” she breathed. Rosalie pushed up her shirt and pulled her body up to press it against her own as her kisses found their place at the sensitive spot just under her ear. Bella shivered. “Your wife. Your vampire bride.”

Rosalie’s kisses broke off as she laughed and pressed her forehead against Bella’s temple. “I’m trying to seduce you and you say that? That’s not half as alluring as you think it is!”

Bella wrapped her arms around Rosalie’s neck and laughed with her. “I’m sorry! Go on, keep trying to seduce me, I won’t say anything else. Keep going!” Rosalie’s kisses continued and Bella sighed. “Look at us. Mrs and Mrs Dracula.”

“For God’s sake, Bella!”

They both laughed loudly but when Rosalie tore Bella’s shirt free from her teeth much she didn’t feel much like joking anymore. 

Mais je pensais que vous auriez trouvé une petite clairière… avec un ruisseau. Les tocards prennent toujours leur retraite près d’un ruisseau, à cause de la soif. Pourtant une retraite, c’est une retraite de tout, ne croyez-vous pas ? Moi, quand j’ai plus rien à faire ici, je me retire… Plus une goutte d’eau. Plus un rayon de soleil. Je me dessèche, de la tête aux pieds, en un petit cadavre sous un tas de feuilles… Les saisons me survolent sans me soupçonner… Et puis, un jour, la corneille raconte qu’elle a entendu au loin quelqu’un qui recommence à pleurer. Guenièvre ! Guenièvre ! Alors là, j’ouvre un œil, je rampe, mangeant la neige, léchant l’eau croupie… et mes ennemis tressaillent, car à me voir boire, ils comprennent que je suis de retour.

Méléagant, Kaamelott Livre V

Accurate

i made a new quiz that mixes and matches greek gods to give you your unique heritage! :) inspired by the hades game, which two gods would have been your parents? there are 50 possible combinations, including one secret and rare outcome!

my parents would be poseidon/persephone!

C'est quoi le truc basique qui vous fait toujours kiffer dans un logement ? Pas un truc de luxe ou rare, mais vraiment un truc de base que vous n'aviez pas là où vous avez grandi.

Perso c'est un interrupteur près du lit. Dans ma chambre d'enfance, je dois me lever pour éteindre. Quand dans un appartement ou un hotel c'est à côté du lit, j'ai l'impression d'être une ✨️QUEEN✨️ 😂 !

Donc on a .... un gouvernement de droite. Quelle surprise *insérer un avatar choqué*

À 200% sûre que ce bébé est un Astier et qu'il adore être sur les genous de son papy ! Dans quelques années il l'emmènera à la pêche 😁

Léodagan qui passe toute la scène de repas avec les Burgondes avec un(e) gamin(e) burgonde dans les bras sans se plaindre une seule seconde c'était le truc le plus adorable de toute l'histoire de Kaamelott, hands down

To all fanfic writers out there : if you want to include some french culture references or language or anything about France, I want to help you. So, if you want, ask me ! 😊

I'm sorry but my options are either Adriana Karembeu or Margot Robbie 🤷🏼‍♀️

I have just seen THE hottest take guys - Rosalie Hale should’ve been played by Pamela fucking Anderson *internal screams*