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mothfables · 4 months

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VII. Heat Wave

It’s hot in Legend’s Hyrule. Hot enough that a perpetually cold Lorulean merchant has to shed his innumerable number of layers - even his beloved scarf. Legend comes home to find him in- is that a crop-top?!

It’s so hot.

Ravio groans, reaching for the hand fan and waving it desperately. The heat doesn’t let up, even with all the windows closed and the shades drawn tight to keep the sun outside where it belongs.

Lolia, it’s hot. How do Hylians stand this??? It almost makes him want to flee back to Lorule, with its’ perpetually-cooler temperatures and deep shadows. Instead he is stuck in a seemingly never-ending heat wave, slowly perishing to the punishing hot.

He’s already removed his robe and boots and rolled up his sleeves, though he hesitates to take off his scarf. He knows it’s a bad idea to keep it on, but it’s a thing of comfort; something he hardly ever goes without. It’s as much a part of him as Link’s adventuring attire is of him. This horrible weather is seriously making him rethink that decision, however.

Link would never let him live it down if he came home to find the merchant passed out on the carpet from overheating and still wrapped in his scarf - though he’d also fuss like no tomorrow, endlessly worried.

Another minute or two passes before Ravio loses the last of his stubborn will and tears off his scarf with a groan. This is unbearable!!! Heaving himself to his feet, he drags himself upstairs to change into something cooler.

Thank the Goddesses Link had taken him shopping a while back; though he’d dragged his feet and complained nearly the whole time, protesting he was ‘perfectly fine with what he had, thank you very much!’ Well, joke’s on Past Ravio because now he has nearly as big a collection as Link does, and he knows for a fact there’s an entire section - though admittedly somewhat small - just for this kind of thing.

...Now it’s just a matter of finding it.

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Legend steps out of a temperate forest and straight into a wall of heat. Groans and complaints immediately erupt around him as the rest of the Chain exits the portal. He looks around, trying to get his bearings, and realizes he knows where they are.

They’ve emerged onto the road leading to the Sacred Temple. His house isn’t too far, and hopefully there they can find some reprieve from the heat. He tells this to the others, and it isn’t long before they’re on their way.

True to his word, it only takes about an hour or so (filled with complaining, of course) before his house and the hill it sits atop comes into view.

Something is... off, however. Out of place.

Legend squints, unconsciously quickening his pace. There’s something under one of the trees out front - something colourful. Has Ravio set up a new decoration or something? No, that doesn’t look like anything the merchant might put out. What is it?

Drawing closer, he realizes it isn’t an object at all - the shape of it looks far more like a person. Then he hears a groan, all-too-familiar, and his heart drops.

Legend breaks into a sprint. His brothers shout in surprise at the sudden speed (“It’s way too hot for that!” “Slow down!”) but he ignores them. He doesn’t- he has to know-

“Ravi!”

His panicked shout gets the others moving, storming up the road behind him.

They crowd around him as he skids to a stop before the merchant. Ravio stirs at the commotion - thank the Golden Three - and sits up with another groan. He blinks blearily up at them for a moment, his cheeks flushed from the heat.

“S’rry, but we’re closed until f’rther notice due t’the weather,” he slurs, “please come back when it’s not so...” Then he fully registers just who is before him and lights up. He pushes himself to his feet with some difficulty, fanning himself with a handheld fan Legend hadn’t noticed til now.

“Link! Uuuugh, it’s so hooot!!!” He immediately launches into a tirade of complaints. “How do you stand this?! I know normally I don’t mind it but this suuuucks!! It’s gotten so bad I was thinking of going back to Lorule before you showed up- not that I would, of course, because goddess knows I don’t have anyone who could run the shop if I left, not to mention I couldn’t just up and leave without telling you but the temptation was there-”

Ravio’s reaching for him, to hang off of him and swoon as he likes to do, and Legend’s brain stumbles to a halt.

The merchant is bereft of his usual attire, long layers swapped out for an off-the-shoulder crop top and shorts. He’s wearing a large, floppy sunhat in place of his hood and his feet are bare. What draws the vet’s eye, however, isn’t that or the flush covering his freckled cheeks, shaded by his sunhat; or his bare legs, already covered in freckles from being out in the sun. No, instead it’s his-

‘Tummy,’ he thinks, and doesn’t realize he’s said it out loud until Ravio cuts off with a flustered sound and suddenly everyone’s eyes are on him. He promptly goes bright pink.

“I- uh- c-clothes! Cool clothes! Gonnagogetchangedbye!” he squeaks and makes a break for the house.

He bolts through the door and up the stairs, slamming the door to his bedroom shut with a loud bang! Legend stands there with his back against it for a moment, panting. Then he pushes off it to head for his closet because it really is damningly hot and he needs to change into something cooler or else he’ll freeze himself with one of his own ice rods.

He’s halfway to the closet when the image of Ravio in his crop top appears in his mind and he has to stop to stomp and flap his hands with a squeal.

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Outside of his room, Wild, Wind, and Warriors exchange glances at the sound of muffled stomping and quiet squealing.

Wars gently grabs the other two by the shoulders to haul them back downstairs. They’ll see about asking the Vet later if he has anything they can borrow; for now, they’ll see what Wild has in his slate.

They rejoin the others downstairs. Wild steps away to aid Ravio in making cold drinks in the kitchen, leaving the other two to strip themselves out of their oppressive outer layers. There’s already a pile in one corner with the other heroes’ things that they add theirs to. Four and Wind, the two most accustomed to hot temperatures, set about trying to cool the house down even the slightest bit. Going by the continued complaints, they don’t seem to be having much luck.

Ravio and Wild reappear a few minutes later with a tray loaded with ice-cold refreshments. The heroes ply them with every blessing they can think of as they reach eagerly for the glasses. Ravio laughs and waves them off, cheeks flushing brighter at the praise.

They spend some time sipping quietly at their drinks before Legend comes bounding down the stairs, clad in a tank top and knee-length skirt and his hair tied back in a small ponytail.

Ravio thinks it’s the cutest sight he’s ever seen.

Legend immediately beelines for the merchant. Steadfastly ignoring everyone else, he wraps his arms around his partner and presses a kiss to a freckled cheek. Ravio allows it before gently pushing him away, smiling apologetically at the whine it elicits.

“Sorry, honeybee, but it’s a little too hot for cuddles right now.”

Legend looks mildly outraged. “But- you- you were just doing the same thing to me outside!”

Someone snorts. Ravio flicks an ear at the sound but ignores it in favour of rolling his eyes. “And I was being dramatic; you know that. Come on, get a drink and we can sit on the couch together, how about that?”

He moves to turn away but is stopped by Legend grabbing his hand and giving him the biggest, most pleading eyes Ravio has ever seen. It’s utterly devastating. Still, he tries one more time.

“Bunny, come on. Don’t you want something cold to drink after being outside?” He tries to tug the other boy over to where he left the tray but Legend stubbornly stays where he is.

“Nooo,” he whines, pouting, and looking for all the world like a child who was just told they aren’t allowed to have their favourite treat. He blinks teary eyes at the merchant.

Oh. Oh no.

Ravio never was good at denying that look.

He bites his lip, trying to stay strong, but quickly gives in. Instantly the pout disappears as Legend brightens, and he pulls the merchant over to the couch. The few heroes who had settled on it obligingly get up as they approach and Ravio gives them a nod in thanks.

A glance from his hero and Ravio knows exactly what he wants. He heaves a put-upon sigh - only half for show - and lays down, propped against one of the arms. Legend gives a few happy hops before joining him with a squeak of delight. He clambers up to lay atop the merchant, curling his arms around him and snuggling into his bare stomach. There isn’t quite enough room for them both, laying like this, so Legend kicks his legs up and settles in with a contented hum.

The other heroes are openly staring. The vet pays them no mind, happy now that he’s gotten what he wanted.

Ravio sips at his drink and meets their gazes evenly. Most of them flush in embarrassment and look away. Mr. Captain Hero simply raises an eyebrow and smirks. Ravio stares at him a moment longer, radiating disapproval, before sniffing haughtily and wrapping his arms around his partner.

Legend chooses that moment to sneak a kiss to his belly, making Ravio jolt.

“Link Lon, do that again and I will push you off this couch,” he scolds, though it’s half-hearted. Legend only pouts up at him.

The one-eyed hero - Time? - is staring in what seems to be shock. The merchant ignores him.

“But I missed you.” Legend says, in that tone of voice he knows will get Ravio to do what he wants every time. The veteran hero hardly ever says when he misses someone, and so the effect is twice as strong as it normally is. Ravio can feel his face go pink and he has to look away.

“Y-es-” His voice cracks and he has to stop to clear his throat. “Y-yes, I missed you too, you silly hero.”

Legend smiles, bright and happy, and nuzzles back into his stomach. A moment later there’s a quiet rumbling purr.

There’s a minute or two of blissful quiet before it’s inevitably broken.

“Wow, he’s never that affectionate with us.”

“Wind!”

“I’m just saying! It’s not like it’s a bad thing, you’d just think that after so long-”

There’s a yelp and the argument descends into squabbling, though the heroes’ tones remain light and playful. Ravio finds himself smiling as he listens, cuddling with his hero as a purr of his own rises in his throat. The day may have started out awful, but he can honestly say he’s glad it turned out the way it did.

...Now if only this goddess-blasted heat would stop.

#moth’s tales #cuddles and wishes and bunny kisses #linked universe #fanfiction #linked universe fanfiction #lu legend #lu ravio #takes place during linked universe but technically a successor to growth spurt #queerplatonic relationship #qpr legend x ravio #body positivity #asexual relationship #raviolink #funnily enough the crop top’s only actual purpose is to bring attention to the most important thing here:#ravio’s tummy #autistic legend

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ageless-soul-au · 1 year

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Traced some old sticky note doodles last night!! Here is a bunn (or two, plus Warriors). Legend's outfit is just his green undertunic and belt because I didn't like trying to give him his red tunic. Couldn't bear to take away his ear cuff tho, he needs it.

Characters are from @ageless-soul-au, please don't tag as other AUs!!

#au art #asau warriors #asau legend #asau ravio #character ref #ASAU bunny Legend #his belt too beeg for he gotdamn tummy #i rlly like drawing the blade trap scars actually #also pls note. there is a brand on the nape of rav's neck (talked abt in counterpart) tho it's partially covered #backwards albw hylian T for thief #wars is wearing eyeshadow im lov him ;w;#i at first drew wars only holding legend but mizu was like 'he should have a 2nd bun. he has 2 hands' so ravi is included #i drew furry art of legend and wars a while back and liked the ears i gave him so i just copied those #bunny rav has curly fur and i bet his whiskers are curly too #bunny ear positions for emoting should be accurate too. as long as my ref was correct

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ravio-the-cabinet-man · 2 years

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health anxiety ✌✌✌✌

#sharp tummy pains and i immediately think im gonna fucking die #my family isnt too concerned but im just scared as fuck #ravio rots

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tendertendrils1 · 1 month

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@rodent-anon and I were talking about rabbit Link the other day, so here is some grumpy rabbit Link for you for Easter.

Link couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in rabbit form for long enough for this to happen. But Ravio wanted “bun bun cuddles,” Link might have fallen asleep, and when they both woke up again enough time had passed for Link’s little rabbit stomach to growl in hungry agreement with the gurgle from Ravio’s own midsection.

Sleepily mumbling about snacks, Ravio deposited Link on the floor, nowhere near the moon pearl resting high up on one of the cupboard shelves. The low clatters of Ravio digging through jars and half-awake self-directed commentary provided steady background noise while LInk himself woke up.

His teeth itched. Rabbit instincts wanted to munch, but there was nothing inside Ravio’s Lorule home to graze on.

Link sniffed at the nearest crate. It smelled of damp. Slight mildew. He sneezed.

Ravio’s unending prattle shot up several octaves in pitch. Definite cuteness overload range. Ugh.

Link shook himself out. He moved across the floor, slowly exploring. The rug didn’t smell any better. Ravio’s voice returned to its usual pitch and tempo; his feet thumped across the floor, the sound of a knife against wood saying he’d found something to prepare for eating.

For all the time Link spent in rabbit form while here in Lorule, most of it was in Ravio’s arms. He’d forgotten how big everything looked from down here. Crates rose up like the towering blocks made by the cane of somaria, the rough-hewn floor spreading out around him like an expansive landscape. Ravio’s table teetered on its spindly legs, the top towering well over Link’s fuzzy head. He skirted Ravio’s feet, ignoring the echoing sound of the knife. The smell of root vegetable wafted down and his stomach twinged, the itching in his teeth almost unbearable.

The table legs smelled fine. He took a nibble.

Oh, yes. That was good. Not the taste, exactly. But the feeling of something solid under his teeth, the satisfying way he could yank. Link went back in for another bite. Then another, his rabbit brain content to nibble away while Ravio worked above him.

The sounds of the knife stopped. Almost done? Link couldn’t precisely place the scent of whatever he was chopping, but it smelled tantalizingly delicious.

Ravio’s feet shuffled back, sending vibrations through the floor.

“Mister Hero.”

Bad tone. Link jerked, propelling himself out from under the table with one mighty leap before he quite realized what he’d done.

“Don’t eat my furniture!”

Fuck you, I’m hungry!

Link stomped.

Ravio’s voice went incredulous. “Did you just–”

Link stomped again.

“Link.” There was a bit of a giggle to the words, now. How annoying. Ravio started towards him. His soft-soled boots seemed much bigger and louder like this. “If you’re going to chew on something, use one of the crates, not my only good furniture!”

The crates smell nasty!

Ravio stooped down, clearly intending to pick him up. Link lept away, flicking his back feet up as he went. He didn’t need to be picked up like a misbehaving pet. Ravio snorted at him. But he stopped chasing and went back to the table. Good.

Link’s ears perked up, head coming around despite himself when Ravio picked up a piece of whatever he’d been chopping and waved it through the air.

“I guess you don’t want any of this, then.” He popped the piece in his mouth, the sound of his crunching adding insult to injury. Whatever it was smelled heavenly. Link’s little rabbit tummy twinged.

Oh, fuck you. Link stomped at him again.

Ravio snickered. He picked up another piece and crouched, holding it out. “Come here if you want any, husbun mine.”

Link wavered. But in the end, while he wasn’t actually mad, he very much was hungry. He almost changed his mind at the way Ravio’s face seemed to melt at his approach. That face said more cuddles were imminent.

Whatever.

Link yanked the vegetable from Ravio’s fingers. It crunched delightfully between his teeth, the flavor and texture of actual food much more satisfying than a table leg. So much so that he let Ravio pick him back up, tucking him into the crook of one arm and retrieving the plate of snacks with the other, carrying both back to bed to enjoy.

#albw #a link between worlds #rupees&rods #ravioli #raviolink #linkravio #ravio #link

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Sleepy Morning

“Ravio. Hey, wake up!” Legend across and nudged Ravio’s wing. The satin bowerbird just grumbles and burrows further into the nest.

“It’s too early.”

“No, it’s not. We’ve got to cook breakfast.”

One sleepy eye peels open to blink at him. “Can’t but hungry if you’re sleeping.”

“You were going to open the shop today.”

“Shop can wait till tomorrow.” Ravio yawns and stretches. His arms go out, making little fists and his wings stretch up to the high ceiling.

Legend coos at the sight because the bowerbird’s wings are beautiful. In the dim nestroom, the color is almost black instead of the normal purple-blue.

Ravio flaps his wings, then folds them back over his back. He props his chin on his folded arms and looks at Legend. “Would it kill you to sleep in? Some of us aren’t built for a life of adventuring.”

Neither avian mentions the fact that Legend normally doesn’t function without coffee, either.

“Stuff to do, Ravi.”

“But nest! Look at how cozy it is!” He rolls over, careful not to trap his wings, and sprawls across the blankets. Then he wiggles a little for good measure. The nestroom window, shade drawn slightly, sends bars of sunlight across his hair.

Legend takes advantage of drinking in the sight. Ravio is lazily showing off his inner secondaries, sleek as always. His loose sleep shirt is caught up on one side, showing off a slightly round stomach. The bowerbird may be strong from lifting wares in the shop, but he doesn’t have the lean physique Legend does.

He doesn’t mind. The vet rather pad out sharp edges with soft curves. When he and Ravio first met, the bowerbird’s wings were dull and dingy and the scarcity of food in Lorule showed. It took a while to come this far, but the bowerbird’s slight pudge is one of Legend’s favorite things. Well, besides the secondaries.

“Link, come on, can’t we stay in the nest a bit longer?” Ravio bats his lashes, which isn’t fair. Haloed by the sun his purple glows a compliment to his wings. Why are his lashes so long? Dark and delicate, framing liquid eyes…

It’s not till Ravio giggles that the bowerbird jolts. He was staring.

Legend makes a show of rolling his eyes, but he crawls over to join Ravio. “Fine, we can sleep a little longer. Now move your wing so I have a place to be.”

The merchant gives a soft chirp and doesn’t move.

“I’ll lay on top of you,” Legend says.

If anything, Ravio’s self-satisfied smirk grows. If that’s how he wants to play it, who is Legend to deny squashing him? Careful of his knees around feathers, he crawls on top of Ravio and then—deliberately—drops all his weight on the avian.

“Link!” Ravio squawks and thrashes, but Legend doesn’t move. “You’re too dense! Get off!”

The vet doesn’t move, just coos and nuzzles at his shirt.

“I changed my mind! Get up!”

In response, Legend wiggles down slightly and coils his arms around Ravio’s waist. That round tummy makes a delightful pillow.

The satin bowerbird continues clucking and fluttering, but Legend doesn’t move. Finally, he settles as well, letting a hand rest in Legend’s hair.

Soon the only sound in the dim nestroom is contented coos, followed by soft snores.

#flufftober2023 #hey wake up!#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu flufftober #breannasfluff #mywriting #ravio x link #ravioli #lu wing bois #lu wing au #lu legend #lu ravio #ravioli ship

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lerikwrites · 4 months

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I read @breannasfluff gift fic for @dark-angel-of-muses and found her Seelies and Selkies AU and soft succubus Ravio has not left my brain ever since. Legend is very much enjoying smooshing his face into the soft tummy of his partner

they are iN LOVE

and it's cute

and I love them so much

#THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR #soft ravio exists in my head rent-free #dude has a whole estate up in there #ravioli #raviolink #ravio x link #seelies and selkies #linked universe #lu legend #lu ravio #my art #fanart of fanfiction #lerikwrites #should i make a new tag for my art?#lerikdraws #yeah there we go

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majorproblems77 · 6 days

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iolitemoth:

For your qpr Ravio x Legend content and the tummy art! It’s really affirming

@iolitemoth Some love for you! :D

#time for some positive vibes

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iolitemoth · 4 months

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Wanted to say I appreciate you ravio stories, especially the cute ones with the tummy! They are always so sweet and wholesome <3

oh my goodness thank you so much!!! i love writing soft raviolink, they hold a special place in my heart <3

you’ve been a big inspiration for me, honestly! i love the dynamics and relationships between all the characters you write, especially the bunny boys!! <3<3<3

#reply #mutuals #<3

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ask-cohabitation-latvia-achived · 6 years

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Hello there. I have a very special order. Please take it to my apartment above my Bakery. @ask-Cohabitation-2p-England

Raivo lands his broom in front of the bakery, Raivo stops up for a minute before digging up the note from his bag. “This can’t be the place… It feels to nice” Ravio thinks checking it again. Nope, this it alright. Raivo jumps off his broom and moves his way into the bakery. Upon entering, he is attacked by all the strong scents and sweet smells. He didn’t know why but it made him ill to his stomach.“Hello?? Raivo’s delivery service. You made a deilvery..?” Behind the counter stood familiar face.

“It’s you…You are that guy who visited my school” Raivo stood in shook.Of all People, why would he order something like this. The person behind the counter confirms, and Raivo pulls out a small package, and places it on the table. Holding out his clipboard. Raivo bites his limp. The stench of the package tickles his nose, he feels his tummy turn.“Your…baking ”ingredients” sir, please sign here, Mr. Oliver…sir”@ask-cohabitation-2p-england

#cohabitation Latvia #cohabitation au #hetalia #hetalia Latvia #heta-cohabitation au #cohabitation 2p england

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booksloth91 · 6 years

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Day 26 8/21/18

Monday evening, I read some more of my book and chilled on my bed. I did end up having a relaxing evening the rest of the night. Mon Amour came up to bed after his date with Sunshine. We cuddled and chatted before bed and fell asleep holding each other.

I wrote about the dreams I had in a different entry.

We got up and got ready for work. I was stressed all day about the money. We went to his office, I had tea. Then I went to my office.

Work was easy. I filed things, checked RSVPs for an event, confirmed edits. I am in the process of updating contact information that we currently have, and I am in the process of finding contact info for people we were suggested to have. It is tedious and slow going. My boss asked me to ponder what more I could do.

At 12 it was time for me to go. I walked to Mom Amour's office, on the way stopped by the bank to pick up money for my therapy appointment.

We talked and made a plan to look at the money. I was super stressed out and was struggling with the inner voice that was calling me stupid and irresponsible. Mon Amour was really helpful in helping me calm down and fight off the voice. I know that can be hard for him. I am so grateful and so thankful that he was there.

He took me home when he was picking up the Kid for school.

I made some food for myself but started to cry and got a hug. I felt better after crying because it helped let off some of the steam. The guys left, I ate my lunch and finished reading my book.

Once done I got ready for my therapy appointment. I am really glad I was together and ready to go, because Mon Amour had forgotten I needed the car to go to therapy. I dropped him at work.

I had an hour to kill between dropping him and therapy, I went to the hippy granola store. I love the hippy granola store. I have been trying to go zero waste and was looking for beeswax food cloth covers. They're fabric with wax backing and act like saran wrap, and reuseable. They didn't have any, but they will probably order some. I hope they do. I want to get those items so I can continue my zerowaste journey which was my New Year's resolution. I bought a lemonade, listened to my audio book in the car until it was time for therapy.

I went to therapy. We talked about some of my family history. That was hard for me. I did not have a happy youth, and I have some happy memories of childhood, but mostly I do not have good memories. There are still some raw hurts I am finding. My therapist is good at asking questions that help me eexplore the hurts without causong more or reliving them. I have never had a therapist do that before. After I was still feeling very vulnerable.

On my way to pick up Mon Amour from work, I hot a text from the family for which I nannied the last 3 years, saying that the youngest child was resistant to having me as her sitter and that they are grateful for my help but they are going to look for someone else.

That hurts. It hurts so much. I loved the kids and working with this family and it is the hardest part of being a nanny, is that you make bonds with these kids and when the family needs to make a change there isn't really anything you can do about it. I had so much love for those kiddos. It is really hard, because they aren't yours but you still love them. The rejection hurts.

I called Mon Amour as soon as it happened. I was and am still really hurt by this. He comforted me with hugs and kind words.

He drove us home. Once home we sat down to work on the finances. It took 3 hours, but we have the check registries and the cash flow and the budget all up to date. We paid one utility bill, and waited on the next. We have a plan. We also did this with very little fuss, and minimal outbursts. We both worked very hard to make it as easy as possiblea and be understanding of the other.

After the finances, we went to the grocery store, picked up ice cream for the kid, non-dairy for us because it hurts our tummies, and some sweet potato fries and baked raviolis for our dinner. We had fun at the grocery store.

When we got home I preheated the oven and we set up the movie. We watched LA Confidential. I wasn't a huge fan. It was long, and had lots of threads to follow.

Toward the end of the movie the Kid came is asking if Mon Amour could move dishes out of the way for him post film. He asked politely. I responded asking of there was any reason the Kid couldn't move the dishes to a different spot on his own. Which I think is a fair question, but it was not the right time to ask that and I should have left it up to Mon Amour. I asked because I was bothered that he couldn't wait until the end of the film to ask. I was also asking because he often asks us to do things for him that he is perfectly capable of doing. Moving a dish from one surface to another, not even having to wash it, is a normal part of life and one shouldn't be asking others to do it for them. It is a fair question to ask, but my timing was bad, and. I interrupted Mon Amour. Sometimes it is hard to not say anything.

It was tense for a few minutes but we finished the movie. Mon Amour went to the kitchen and washed some dishes, the Kid was prepping his meal, I had a migraine starting so I grabbed the bunny food and fed the rabbits.

I put the food back in the fridge and Mon Amour looked like he wasn't okay. I asked him if he was, he said so, and I went off toward bed. I took otc migraine pills and got ready for sleep.

I was up there for a while, and I messaged Mon Amour. He didn't answer so I called. He came up not long after got ready himself. He rubbed my head, and massaged the tension spots on my neck and shoulder, and snuggled me close until I fell asleep.

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