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self-shipyard · 2 years

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"Birthday (His Edition)" - A LumaGhia Fic

Synopsis: It's Gh.iaccio's birthday! At least, it was on the 27th, but he and Lumaca are celebrating it this weekend instead and Lumaca has a few surprises for him up her sleeves

Word Count: 1.6k

CW: In-Character Swearing, Food Talk, Birthday Fluff

“And to finish it off, a cherry-vanilla cake!” Lumaca announced.

Carefully, she set a plate down on the coffee table in front of Ghiaccio, who was seated comfortably at the couch. For a moment, his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the big cupcake-like dessert, decorated all nicely with frosting and a cherry on the top. Then he turned his head to look at his wife with his eyes all blue-grey and glowing with amazement.

“Did… Did you make this too?” he asked, his cheeks slowly turning red with blush.

“Mm-hm!” she beamed proudly. “I had to go rummaging through a bunch of old recipe books, but it was worth it!”

“L-Lumaca, that’s-!” He bit down on his lip gently as he felt more and more blush rose to his face. “That’s so sweet of you, my love-! I mean first the gnocchi and now-! And the back massage you gave me earlier too, I-I-!”

Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands as though he were trying to stop his love for her from just spilling out of him at once.

“Shit, you really spoil me, bucaneve…!”

“You deserve to be spoiled, Ghiaccio! You’re a wonderful man and I love you so very much. I mean, I’d give you the moon if I could… Besides, what are birthdays for other than to give extra love and attention?”

“II mean, you’re not wrong, it’s just…” He uncovered his face and stretched his hands out to her. “God, I-! You have a way of making me feel like I’m the luckiest man ever, you know? And I am! I have you as my wife!”

Now it was her turn to start blushing.

“Oh!” Lumaca abruptly chirped, barely able to contain a sudden spark of excitement. “I forgot to grab your gift! Go ahead and have your cake, my love, I’ll be right back!”

With that, she ran to the bedroom. Ghiaccio couldn’t help but grin all lovey-dovey as he watched his wife rushing out of the room with that familiar excited buzz of hers. To him, her passion and excitement for things had always been such a beautiful quality of hers, a quality that took time to emerge when they’d first got together but was worth the wait completely.

Redirecting his attention to the cake, he picked up his fork and started to dig into it. After securing a little forkful of it, he put it into his mouth.

His eyes glowed with the sudden sweet taste.

So soft and perfectly balanced between the tangy cherry and the warm vanilla…

“This is… Mmmm.~” Soft hums escape his throat as his mind began to wander. “This is so delicious. I mean of course it would be, she’s an excellent baker and cook. And I can tell it was definitely ‘made with love’… I don’t know how you could even put love into food, because that just makes no damn sense. I mean it-!“

“I’m back, honey!”

He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts as he watched his wife rush back into the room with a wrapped gift held tightly to her chest. It was flat and rectangular, with little impressions along the sides that made it look almost clearly book-shaped.

“How’s the cake?”

“It’s delicious, sweetheart!” he said as he put his fork down and returned to his one thought before she came back. “I can tell it was ‘made with love’, which I’m still trying to understand how one can make food ‘with love’ anyway. I mean, love isn’t exactly a physical ingredient you can put into a cake, so how do you even do that?”

She hummed in thought as she approached the spot on the couch next to him.

“I guess,” she wondered aloud, “It’s about the care and effort you put into it, you know? Like you want to show them you love them by giving a task your all.”

“That makes a lot of sense now actually,” he replied as he watched her sit next to him.

He looked down at the gift as it was placed into his lap, feeling the warmth return to his face. She watched his fingers trace alongside the gift’s sides, almost holding her breath in anticipation of him tearing the wrapping paper off.

His eyes flickered towards her and he chuckled softly at her expression.

“You look really excited, dolcezza mia. Were you waiting a long time to get whatever this is for me?”

“I was! I’ve been thinking abut getting this for you ever since we got together, Ghiaccio! I even went and got this specially made for you. But I… Well, it’s just…”

Her expression suddenly dulled as her gaze shifted to the ground. His heart recognized that pang of guilt rushing through her, and how it ached for her excitement to come back.

“I just wish I could’ve given this to you on your actual birthday…”

Gently, he placed a hand against her cheek and leaned in closer to her. Once her attention was on him again, he spoke.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself for the late celebration, Lumaca my love. You were really depressed and overworked from school; I’d rather have you feeling good and be late than you feeling horrible and be on time, you know? I mean, you would’ve put me first if it were me in your place. And besides, it’s better we did this on the weekend anyway, because…” He planted a kiss on the bridge of her nose and grinned. “It means I get to have you all to myself.”

Now it was her turn to blush, followed by a soft smile and a kiss to his lips. Her hand rested against his thigh and his hand went further around until his fingertips rested against the back of her neck.

“You do make great points,” she mumbled against his lips. “Thank you for understanding…”

“Of course, I understand… I love you.”

After what felt like an eternity in those few seconds, Lumaca tapped her fingers audibly against the unopened present still in Ghiaccio’s lap, pulling his attention back down towards it.

“Oh- Shit uh that’s right I-!“ he stammered as he pulled back, making her giggle softly at how cute he was. “Let’s-! Let’s see what you’ve been waiting for so long to give me, huh?”

Flipping the gift over, he carefully peeled off the taped part of the wrapping paper and unfolded it until there was a slit in it. Then, he slipped his hand inside and pulled out the contents.

He had to stop and take a moment to process what was in his hands.

It was a book, just as he figured. The cover was black with a beautiful and intricate illustration of the top of a tree, branching from the bottom left and made of what looked like gold. The title itself was also printed with gold and it was framed in a thin gold box.

It was this title that made his heart skip a beat.

Merchant of Venezia by William Shakespeare.

“B… Bucaneve you… You got me a copy of this masterpiece… With the proper Italian name of the city…?!”

The surprised and flattered tone of his voice made Lumaca smile brightly and nod her head.

“The title’s not the only thing that got changed; look through it, Ghiaccio! Try… Act one, scene one, lines 180 to 182.”

Without a second to waste, he flipped through the pages until he was right where she said for him to be and he begun to read those lines out loud.

“Try what my credit can in Venezia do: That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmonte, to fair Porcia.”

Ghiaccio’s bottom lip trembled as his fingers brushed carefully over the pages and his eyes scanned the page, noticing quickly that all the proper Italian names for cities were in place. His gaze quickly flickered back to look at his wife, who had been grinning proudly the whole time.

“Do you like it?” she beamed. “I know that you’ve always complained about how the story should use Italian words since it takes place in Italia so I tho-!”

She squeaked as her husband suddenly threw his arms around her, holding her tightly to his body and pressing his face into her shoulder. The embrace was so tight that she could feel both the fast rhythm of his heart and the hot blush that had spread across his face.

“… What’d I do to deserve you?”

She paused for a moment, trying to find her words. The answer to his question was clear as day in her head, but if only she knew how to say it out loud in this moment. Then, with a gentle kiss to his earlobe, she ran her fingers through his hair and answered.

“Everything you are and everything you do makes you so deserving of all the love in the world. I can only hope that I can give it all to you and even more.”

He whipped his head up to look her in the eyes, staring into them like they were full of stars. The look in his eyes was complete with his reddening cheeks and that lingering quiver to his bottom lip. It was solid proof that even after a year of so many sweet and sincere words from her, she always seemed to find a way to make his heart swell more and more for her. And oh, how her heart swelled for him too.

More than she could ever express.

“Happy birthday, my ice pop.”

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self-shipyard · 2 years

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"Drunk" - A LumaGhia Fic

Synopsis: Lumaca gets called over to the safehouse one night, only to quickly discover the other guys had pressured Gh.iaccio into drinking with them an hour ago.

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Alcohol Use, Smoking, Fluff

NOTE: Hey! We haven't written anything in a long time, and it feels really good to do it during these trying times! I don't exactly have a good name for this story, but I might think of something eventually. I hope you enjoy!

The first thing Lumaca heard was a pair of familiar voices, their hazy conversation tinted with both amusement and disappointment.

She poked her head into the safehouse and looked around, trying to find the source of the voices. Soon enough, she noticed the moon’s dim light making the faint outline of two figures, both taller than her and one noticeably slimmer and longer-haired than the other, at the opposite end of the room.

“Hello?”

The conversation stopped almost instantly, and almost instantly she felt the gaze of the two men fall upon her.

“Oh, thank God,” Melone’s voice sighed in relief. “She’s here.”

She could only walk into the room and watch as he and Formaggio approached her, one of them flipping on a nearby lamp as they walked past it. Both of the men simply stood there for a moment, their gazes boring into the floor. Meanwhile, her eyes darted past them, looking for any sign of her blue-haired husband, who was supposed to be home an hour ago.

Instead of him, she had received a call to come right away, and now here they were.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her concern welling up more and more. “Where’s Ghiaccio?”

“So space cadet,” Formaggio started. “Promise you won’t get mad at us-. “

“What did you do to him?!” she cried out instinctively.

While Formaggio held up his hands defensively, Lumaca looked towards Melone, who sighed and allowed his gaze to meet hers.

“We had drinks tonight,” he explained. “And we got him to have a glass of wine about an hour ago. We didn't know better. Now, he’s torn up the other room and he won’t stop snarling at us.”

With her distress now peaked, she put her hands to her temples. She always knew he couldn't handle his alcohol, and now she was scared that he might've gotten hurt more than anything.

She prayed that he wasn't hurt.

Her poor husband.

“You guys-!!“

“Is that Lumaca?” another voice called out from the other room, making Formaggio look over his shoulder and responding to the inquiry.

“Yeah, Prosciutto, she’s here.”

Prosciutto poked his head through the doorway and gave what could only be described as a mix between a smile and a grimace. He looked a bit more disheveled than she expected.

“Hello, Lumaca dear.”

With a small huff and heave, he entered the room, pulling Ghiaccio into view by his collar behind him.

”Does this lovedrunk fool belong to you?”

Ghiaccio’s head hung low, some small loose curls poking outwards from the beautiful blue spirals on his head. The sound of him snarling and cursing was just barely audible, but it was indeed there in tandem with his angry struggling against the other man’s grip.

The sight of him made her tentatively reach out for him wanting to help him, and she couldn’t help but gasp his name all softly.

The familiar sound of her voice made him groggily throw his head upwards and send his gaze in her direction. His pupils, small and needle-like at first, instantly grew bigger and softer as his drunken mind processed the brunette angel that stood a few meters before him.

A toothy smile broke out on his face.

“LUMACA!” he screamed.

Ghiaccio bolted forward clumsily, forcing Prosciutto’s grip on his collar to vanish.

Nobody had the time to even react before he threw himself at his wife, who squeaked and almost fell backwards with the sudden force of the embrace.

“MINE!” he shouted, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek with a loud MWAH! sound.

He continued to shout and mumble that word, planting kiss after sloppy kiss against her blushing face as the other three men could only watch on in bewilderment.

“Mine, mine, mine!”

She couldn’t help but giggle a little, her concern melting away a bit.

“Hey, honey…!”

Gently, she held Ghiaccio’s face and kissed him on the cheek. Her attention then turned to Prosciutto while she kept her husband upright. “Thank you so much for keeping him here.”

After shaking his head a little, Prosciutto gave her a weak smile and pulled his cigarette case out of his pocket. While Melone and Formaggio talked quietly amongst themselves about the miracle they were witnessing, he began to speak to her.

“You don’t have to worry.” As he spoke, he took out a cigarette out of the case and lit it. “All he did was knock over the furniture, hiss at us for breathing in his direction, and wail loudly about not being able to find you. He didn’t try to leave, though we would’ve stopped him if he did…” He took a quick drag and puffed out the smoke with each following word. “And I’m sure he would have if it meant finding you.”

Her eyes went to Ghiaccio, who had started to hum tunelessly while nuzzling his face all over her, not dissimilar to a cat needy for attention. A smile spread across her face while her fingers brushed a loose curl off of his face.

“That’s good to know…” she replied, almost sounding like she was mumbling to herself instead of having a conversation. “And really sweet of him…”

With that, she made her way out the door, gently tugging her tipsy husband by the arm as she went.

“We better get going now,” she said on her way out. “Have a good night, gentlemen!”

A little string of goodnight’s from the three men followed them out as she closed the door behind them.

Lumaca looked out onto the street and saw his car parked some distance away. She would have to get his car later or ask one of the guys to bring it by as soon as he could, but for right now they were going to have to take a taxi home.

With her arm linked in his, she carefully helped him down the small flight of stairs and led the way, keeping his swaying form close to her at all times.

As the two of them travelled down the sidewalk and as she looked around for a passing taxi, Ghiaccio’s chuckle pulled her attention back to him. He looked at her like she was the brightest star in heaven before smiling warmly and hazily and caressing her cheek.

“Mmm, buu- bucaneve…” he mumbled.

She smiled back at him, letting her hand slip overtop of his as she responded, “What is it, my ice pop?”

With his eyes glinting just a little in the pale moonlight, he leaned in close to her until his lips were just barely touching hers. His other hand slowly freed itself from her arm and caressed her waist all tenderly.

Even when his head was full of alcohol, he was gentle at heart… At least to her, he was.

“I want to marry you again,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to marry you again and again, every day for the rest of my life, bucaneve mia!”

At first, she blushed a deep shade of pink at his words, wondering if he was currently aware of how cute he looked and how much she loved everything about him. Then, she broke out into a warm giggle and kissed the bridge of his nose before looking him in the eye again.

“So do I, but with you… I want to marry you everyday for the rest of my life too.”

All he could do for a moment was stare into the hazel-greens of his wife, almost bewildered that she said that.

“You do?” he asked, tears suddenly streaming down his face.

Despite the fact that both of his hands were now holding either side of her face, she nodded happily and bit her lip trying not to let her emotions overwhelm her.

His voice melted into a drunk, happy chuckle as he held her under the light of Napoli’s moon.

“You do!” he exclaimed to the night sky, making her giggle. “You do, you do, you do!”

“Of course, I do, my Ghiaccio!”

She laughed with him, kissing his cheek all excitedly and so in the moment that she almost missed the lone taxi passing them by on the street.

As she helped him into the taxi, she mumbled loud enough for him to hear. Words she hoped his sober self would somehow remember and keep within his heart.

“You are my soulmate… And I love you more than the moon loves the sun.”

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self-shipyard · 2 years

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"Birthday (Her Edition)" - A Self-Ship Fanfic

SYNOPSIS: A self-indulgent fic in which Gh.iaccio takes Lumaca somewhere nice and quiet to spend her 21st birthday.

Word Count: 1427

CW: Alcohol, Birthday Fluff

The sound of the car parking was the only thing that could be heard over the chirp of crickets.

As soon as he was sure it had been properly parked, Ghiaccio hopped out of the car and made his way over to the passenger side, where his currently-blindfolded wife was waiting for him.

He took Lumaca by the hand, which she clung to just a little for balance.

Despite her sight being blocked, she smiled trustingly in the direction she was sure her husband was in.

“Are we there yet, Ghiaccio?” she asked, a giggle in her voice making him smile.

“We’re here but it’s not ready just yet, Lumaca,” he beamed at her as he carefully led her around to the front of the car and had her seated on its sturdy hood. “Wait right here for a second.”

She nodded gently and placed her hands in her lap.

Quickly, he made a quick dash to the backseat of the car and pulled out a basket from it. After securing it under his arm, he made his way back to his wife and took a seat next to her.

Today was Lumaca's twenty-first birthday, and it was the first birthday she got to spend with him since they had gotten married. In fact, ever since they had gotten together, they had individually made note to do something impressive for the other when their time rolled around.

And Ghiaccio took pride in the fact that he got to do something for her first.

He gently patted her thigh and murmured, “You can take off the blindfold now.”

She reached behind her and twiddled carefully with the simple knot, letting it fall loosely around her neck.

Her hands went up to her mouth with a surprised gasp.

The car was parked on a hill high above Napoli just under a tree. From there, they had a view of the city all aglow. The warm light didn’t exactly overwhelm the sky above, so they could see plenty of stars dancing across its surface with the moon nestled among them. The rich dark blues of the sky above reflected off of the nearby sea and casted shadows against the far-off Mt. Vesuvio.

She looked over at her husband with eyes all aglow.

His back was turned to fish some things out of the basket next to him.

One of his hands moved to his side to reveal it was holding onto two wine glasses at once.

“I know that it was probably weird that I had you put the blindfold on,” he mused out loud as he started to turn around, a bottle of champagne becoming visible in his other hand. “But I really wanted this to be a surprise for you. Simple, just like how you were hoping, but… Ah…”

Ghiaccio's words trailed off at the sight of Lumaca, and they both stared at each other.

How they both seemed to glow all warmly in the lights of the city beneath them, how it looked like the stars had taken home in each other’s eyes… How they could feel all the love they felt for each other washing over their own spirits.

There they are… The person I fell deeply in love with… The person I married…

Before he had the time to comment, he noticed her leaning into him and just like that, she had buried face into his chest, her hands firmly pressing against his back. He could feel her body had become all warm and flushed, a sensation that made a blush sprawl across his cheeks.

“Ghiaccio,” she murmured into his coat. “This is so wonderful… Thank you…!”

His sense of awe stood alongside a new sense of pride as he grinned at her reaction.

“I’m glad you like it so much so far,” he responded, planting a kiss to her head. “This isn’t the only thing I have planned today, though. The best is yet to come, as they say.”

Ghiaccio held out one of the glasses to her, and she took it into her hands. She felt its cool smoothness against her fingertips as she studied the way it sparkled against the city lights below.

Then, she noticed something that looked like a small box at the bottom of the glass.

“There’s something in there,” she commented, making him nod.

“Mm-hm! It’s your gift!” He wedged the bottle of champagne between his thighs and looked into her eyes. “I wanted to give it to you before we started to drink, so I just went ahead and put it in your glass. You can open it now if you want to.”

With his hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle, he watched eagerly as Lumaca gingerly dipped her fingers into the glass and pulled out the little box.

She opened it up, and her eyes went soft and lovey-dovey at its contents.

Inside the box was a thin, gold chain with a little gold disc attached to it. On the disc was engraved a cluster of a type of flower. A flower she had grown to recognize and love since the start of their relationship.

Snowdrops.

Lumaca looked up at him with a look that sung a thousand tender words to him, making him grin even wider.

“You like it?” he asked, already knowing her answer. “I thought it’d be fitting. Snowdrops for my snowdrop. Mia bucaneve. But anyway, I can help you put it on now if you want me to.”

“I would…!” She looked down, blushing deeply at all the love she felt for him. “I would love that…”

Nodding, he took the gold chain into his hands.

She turned around and lifted up her ponytail to expose her neck to him so he could better attach the piece of jewelry. He moved his hands around and strung the chain around her neck, making sure the disc fell against her chest, before snapping it together at the clasps.

As soon as she was sure it had become secure, she turned back around to face him, and he took a second to observe and admire her.

Ghiaccio's eyes went all soft and grey at the sight.

The goldwork itself was simple, but it was the fact that it was around the neck of his beloved wife that made it look a thousand times more lovely. The way it sparkled against her decolletage… It was nothing compared to the way her eyes sparkled.

“Beautiful,” was the only word he could muster.

Her fingers went down to twiddle gently with the chain and she looked up at him.

“Thank you so much, my love, this is all so perfect… Being with you already makes it all perfect but…”

Oh, how those words made him blush and want to throw himself into her arms. Instead, he took her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it, rubbing his cheek against it afterwards.

She held his face in her hand, leaning forward and pressing her lips against his in a soft kiss. He closed his eyes and returned the kiss. The whole world seemed to fade into a warm glow as they spent what felt like an eternity in each other’s kiss.

Finally, they pulled away from each other, their lips lingering against each other’s as though they weren’t ready to end the moment.

“I’m just glad,” he mumbled against her lips, “That we get to spend our birthdays with each other from now on. There’s nobody I’d rather spend mine with than you…”

Shaking himself out of his trance, he redirected his attention towards the champagne bottle between his legs and wrapped his hands around the cover. After unwrapping it, he pulled out a corkscrew from the basket and popped the cork in a fluid motion.

It came off with a loud POP!and a fizz!, making them both flinch and chuckle a little.

Quickly, Ghiaccio poured the champagne into Lumaca's glass before doing the same to his own. The foaming liquid almost looked like gold in the dim lights.

They held their glasses up, looking into each other’s eyes.

Oh how beautiful they looked to the other, all smiling and happy in each other's presence as though they were the only two people on Earth.

And they very well might have been in that moment.

“Cin cin,” he said. “To you, the love of my life. My wife and my soulmate. And to us. May we spend many more wonderful birthdays together.”

“… Alla nostra,” she replied. “To our endless love… Cin cin!”

Clink!

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self-shipyard · 2 years

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23. Twinking lights 🥺🙏🏽

December OTP Prompt - Twinkling Lights

Oh, I am VERY weak for this prompt 🥺

Thank you for waiting on me to finish this! I've been pretty busy with the move, but this was really nice to draw and play around with. I even wrote a little something down below to go with it.

It had been a long day.

We had spent the day lugging boxes to and from our old place and to our new home. Though there were still things we had to do, they would have to come tomorrow.

Right now, we needed a little time to ourselves for a snuggle by the Christmas tree.

After a warm shower and some fresh pajamas, we moved to the living room and mumbled sweet nothings to one another, gazing into each other's eyes all lit up by the dancing lights of our tree. And the more we talked, the closer and cuddlier we got to each other.

Maybe it was the magic of those lights, or maybe it was the feeling of enchantment we had always felt for each other, but soon we found ourselves gravitating to the couch.

In one swift motion, Ghiaccio laid down, pulling me down with him.

Laughter bubbled in our throats as we kissed and held each other like that for what felt like a lifetime. Though, at the same time, it didn't feel like it was long enough.

Finally, a feeling of drowsiness overtook me, and I turned myself around to lay my head against his strong chest.

He smiled fondly when he felt me snuggle up close to him. In the quiet of the moment, he told me that he felt as though he were the luckiest person alive with me in his life and in his arms. Then, his hands reached over and rested over my body, holding me close to him like he would never let go.

Before we could both drift off to sleep and with a gentle kiss against my cheek, Ghiaccio mumbled a gentle goodnight and a sweet "I love you so much, my snowdrop."

I smiled hazily, mumbling back "I love you too... So... So much..."

No matter where we moved to, we always knew that home was right within each other's arms.

It's where we belong.

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"Wonderful Christmastime" - A Self-Ship Fic

Synopsis: On the way home from a Christmas party, the lovers tell each other about memories of the holiday. During this, Lumaca tells Gh.iaccio about a special Christmas wish she's always had, and he's more than ready to make that wish come true.

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: In-Character Swearing, Brief Religious Mention, Christmas Fluff

“Ghiaccio, honey?”

Ghiaccio shifted his gaze for a moment, from the road to the passenger seat where Lumaca sat and lovingly watched him.

The two of them had been on the road for about an hour now and they had one more hour left to go. They were making their way home from a Christmas dinner with her family. A fun time, for sure!... If not a little bit hectic at the same time.

The couple had their fun, but they were just happy that they’d soon get to be home together, with hot cocoa, cookies, and of course lots of cuddles.

A gentle smile spread across his face at the sight of her.

“What is it, Lumaca?”

“I was just wondering… What was Christmas like for you growing up?”

“It was a pretty busy time,” he recalled. “It never was anything special though; my parents would wake me up, I’d unwrap my presents, then we’d go to church though I wasn’t all that interested; the local pastor was a pretentious asshole.”

She giggled softly, making him grin before continuing.

“Yeah, as you can imagine I would’ve preferred reading the new books I had gotten. But anyways, then later in the day we would have dinner with my cousins.” His brows furrowed and his grip on the wheel tightened. “I always dreaded that part. They’d intentionally try to piss me off more often than not, prodding at me and calling me names. They were a bunch of dumbasses. I’ve gotten into fights with them, but they were bigger than me, so I always got the worst of it. I fucking hated it.”

“Aw Ghiaccio,” she sympathized as she lightly patted his thigh. “I’m so sorry, it must’ve been nerve-wracking.”

Her words and her gesture brought him a wave of serenity, making his grip on the wheel loosen again.

“It’s okay. I did get my relief when it was time for everyone to sit down and eat. And besides, those bastards would be no match for me now; I’m way fucking stronger in every sense! Physically I have muscle, ability-wise I have a powerful stand…” A grin flickered across his lips. “And for moral support I have the most wonderful wife in the world!”

She blushed and put a hand to her mouth, as though trying to contain her love for him.

“Baby you’re making me blush,” she swooned between her fingers. “Such sweet words from the most wonderful husband in the universe…”

“The universe?... Me?”

Now it was his turn to blush; his cheeks quickly became the same color as his glasses.

“You do deserve the best Lumaca; I’m just the luckiest to be your husband. And you know, I’m really happy that I get to spend Christmas with you from now on.”

“Christmas with you will always be the best, my love!” she chirped.

Suddenly, her gaze dropped to her lap and her voice softened as she added on, “And who knows; maybe now we’ll have a better chance of seeing snow next Christmas.”

He looked over at her, eyebrows raised.

“You want a snowy Christmas, Lumaca?”

Lumaca sighed softly, looking out her window and over the cityscape they were passing. The faint glow of the lights looked so pretty reflected in her eyes, he noted.

“I do. I admit, I’ve wanted one since I was little… Snow always seemed so magical, but I grew up on a place where snow is incredibly rare. So, we never got to see one. To experience one with you… Now that would be so magical…” She turned her gaze in his direction and a smile grazed her lips. “But you know…“

She leaned over and planted a kiss against his cheek with a warm smile on her lips.

“… With you by my side, Christmas already feels just perfect.”

Ghiaccio's lips trembled slightly and his eyes widened as he felt his love for her made his heart want to leap out of his chest. The way she made him feel…

Lumaca really was his soulmate. His snowdrop. His everything.

He just had to do something for her.

Suddenly, something in the distance caught his eye. He looked over to his right and saw a city park, vibrant with all sorts of winter flowers and foliage visible even from the road they were on.

An idea crossed his mind.

“Bucaneve,” he asked. “There’s a park up ahead. Would it be okay if we stopped and walked there for a little bit? Just to… You know, stretch our legs. I mean, we got about an hour left on the road.”

In that instant, she recognized that tone of voice. It was the same one he used when he had called her for dinner several months ago. The same one he had used during said dinner, and the same one he had used up until he had gotten on one knee and asked her to marry him.

He was planning something special.

“Of course, Ghiaccio my love,” she smiled, suppressing her intuition. “I mean, we aren’t in any real hurry. And the stars are lovely tonight.”

Within the next ten minutes, they had parked the car on the street next to the park and he was leading her down a cobblestone pathway. A cool breeze passed them by as they walked through the fragrant flowers hand-in-hand while she gently touched the silky petals with her other hand. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye every now and then, but he was so focused on finding the perfect spot.

Ghiaccio had to suppress a grin when he finally found it; a little wooden bridge that crossed over a brook. Its guardrail was adorned with twinkling Christmas lights that seemed to make the whole area come to life.

“This way,” he declared.

Despite being clueless to her husband’s plans, Lumaca couldn’t stop herself from feeling the same welling excitement he was feeling. So, she laughed quietly at the feeling of him tugging at her arm as he pulled her towards the bridge.

Finally, the two of them stood together in the center of the deck.

He let go of her hand, mumbling something to the effect of, “Check out the water for a quick second. I uhm… I think there are some lily flowers in there. But be careful! I don’t want you falling in.”

Suppressing a giggle at his attempt at creating a distraction, she complied and wandered curiously over to the side of the bridge. Looking over the guardrail, her eyes went from spot to spot to try and find the lily flowers he told her about. Though, all she could see were the string-lights on the guardrail reflecting against the crystal-clear waters of the babbling stream below.

“I don’t see any flowers love,” she hummed. “But Ghiaccio, this is already so beautiful. I’m so glad that we-…”

Lumaca stopped as a shiver travelled against her skin.

The temperature behind her had suddenly dropped, a change she recognized as the work of her husband’s stand, White Album.

Feeling a little curious, she turned around to ask him if he was alright.

Before she could say anything, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. It was something small and white, and it was floating in the breeze.

She turned her head to focus her gaze upon it, and her eyes went wide.

It was a snowflake.

She turned her head in time to watch another one fall. Then another. She turned her gaze towards the sky and watched as, one by one, snowflakes fell from the sky around the bridge, quickly powdering the area in a soft frost.

Lumaca brought a hand over her mouth and her eyes twinkled with tears as she finally looked over at Ghiaccio. He was grinning proudly and holding up to the sky a hand, where the glove of White Album had materialized.

“Gh… Ghiaccio?” she breathed.

“Huh, would you look at that?” he beamed. “It’s about damn time it started snowing here! Now my beloved Lumaca can have a snowy Christmas, just like she deserves! It’s a–!”

He stopped as he suddenly felt her wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. She pressed her ear against his chest, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, and she let a few happy tears roll down her cheeks into the snow.

“Ghiaccio…” she mumbled in between happy little sobs. “I love you so much, my ice pop… You’re so sweet to me…”

With a deep blush and a warm smile, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss against the top of her head.

“Merry Christmas, bucaneve… I love you too.”

And there they stood, holding each other snugly and swaying gently in the breeze as snow fell all around them in their own little winter wonderland.

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self-shipyard · 3 years

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"We Love. We Create. We Hyperfixate."

Hello! My name's Sal!

If you're here because you saw me gushing about my fictional husband, then welcome! Be warned though, me rambling about him is a very reoccurring theme on this blog

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My main (and only romantic) F/O is Gh.iaccio from "Jo.Jo's Bi.zarre Adventure: Ve.nto Au.reo" and I'm very uncomfortable sharing him. If we do, I ask that you please block this blog

Please be sure to give this post a like if you've read through my carrd!

One more thing; if we're mutuals, then feel free to add me on Discord at Shipyard#0650. I'd love to hear more from you guys!

Thank you for reading and your F/Os love you ❤

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self-shipyard · 3 years

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The "Five O'Clock Shadow" Drabble

SYNOPSIS: A self-indulgent drabble in which Lumaca wakes up one morning to discover that Gh.iaccio hadn't shaved the night before and that now he had a faint beard coming in.

Word Count: 907

CW: Early-Morning Fluff

Cloudy sunlight trickled into the bedroom, frosting the whole room in a soft blue glow.

The two lovers laid warmly under the covers and in each other’s arms, sleeping soundly and huddling for warmth as the night had been so cool. Not that the cold bothered them much; they just loved the feeling their cuddling gave them. In fact, it might’ve even been one of many more excuses to cuddle, but they enjoyed it nevertheless.

Lumaca’s eyes slowly opened.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see more and more the sleeping form of her beloved husband lying beside her, and each detail she could make out made her heart pitter-patter just a little faster.

Ghiaccio’s face was peaceful and content, freed from his red frames but instead framed by his wild blue curls. They looked so soft that she had a strong urge to touch it, run her fingers through it and take in the scent of his ocean-scented hair wash.

But there was more to admire about him.

So much more!

His soft, plush lips were parted slightly, letting his gentle snores trail out from his mouth and grazing her ears like music. They made her smile at how cute he was.

Her adorable, lovely husband.

Then something about his mouth made her squint. Her eyes widened a little and a soft blush dusted itself across her cheeks as she realized what it was.

Now, Ghiaccio had always been very diligent about his nightly routine, which always included a good shave. However, the night before, he had come home late from a mission and was too tired for much else, so he simply kicked off his shoes, thrown off his coat, and plopped down into bed right into her arms. She was completely fine with this, as long as he got a good night’s rest.

But now, on that cloudy morning, she could see there was a scruffy, blue five o’clock shadow across his face.

It settled into his sleeping face perfectly, a few of the longer strands curling similarly to the hair on his head. In fact, despite its shorter length, it looked almost as fluffy and as blue as his bed head did.

What a beauty, she thought over the sound of her loudly beating heart. No matter what, you’re always the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen…

Lumaca was too lost in her thoughts to realize that her right hand had slowly been reaching for his face, and it was only when her fingertips were just almost ghosting his cheeks that she froze and realized what she had been doing.

She lingered there like that for what felt like an eternity, contemplating whether she should go through with it and risk waking him up or simply pulling back and letting him rest.

Of course, the rational part of her brain knew it would be the right thing to do to pull her hand away. She wanted him to be well-rested and taken care of, after all. At the same time, the sleepy part of her brain fueled her temptation to feel the soft hair under her fingers. Maybe he wouldn’t wake up from the sensation… It looks so plush… So delicate…

Feeling herself wake up more and letting her rationality take over, Lumaca made up her mind not to risk waking him up and started to pull her hand away. He needed the sleep anyway. Besides, she figured, she could always get a chance to feel it before-

A noise made her freeze.

Ghiaccio’s snoring stopped, replaced with a soft hum, and she could only watch as his eyes opened a little. His blurry vision took in the sight of the shape he knew to be his wife, and his lips formed a soft smile.

Lumaca opened her mouth to wish him a good morning and to apologize for waking him up, but before she could, one of his arms adjusted. It was then she realized he must’ve felt how close her warm hand was to his face; he reached up and caressed her hand before nuzzling his cheek into it.

She was right; his facial hair was indeed soft.

However, her mind wasn’t focused on her hypothesis. Instead, it was swirling with many, many other flustered thoughts while she watched the scene before her unfold. They were thoughts such as “Ahhhh! He’s so cute!” and “Oh goodness! Oh goodness! Oh goodness!”, and above all, “Ghiaccio, how in love with you I am! Ahhhhh!!!”

Finally, he stopped nuzzling and let her hand rest upon his cheek. His eyes opened to a half-lid and his soft smile widened.

“Good morning, bucaneve,” Ghiaccio mumbled, his voice coming out as a low rumble.

He blinked a little and his smile faltered as he suddenly feeling how quickly her heart was beating through her hand. It made him worry a little, but before he had the time to ask if anything was wrong, she had snuggled up closer to him with her face in his chest.

“Good morning, honey,” Lumaca muttered, her voice rumbling against his chest.

The sensation made him pause, then it made him smile with a warm blush across his cheeks.

He gave the top of her head a gentle kiss.

“God you’re so cute,” he mumbled into her wild brunette curls. “… Already a perfect start to another wonderful day… With my wonderful wife.”

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄#⛵sal's writing #mmm yes... morning fluff #i still keep thinking about him with facial hair #i do need to make a good edit or drawing of him with it #i bet he looks really nice #he makes everything look good! 🥰#self ship writing #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping content #romantic f/o #self ship fanfic #self ship fic #f/o fluff #f/o fic #f/o community #f/o content

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self-shipyard · 3 years

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"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" - A Self-Ship Fic

SYNOPSIS: A self-indulgent fic in which Lumaca comes home after a busy day of college to find Gh.iaccio had prepared a bath for them to help her relax.

Word Count: 1753

CW: Inexplicit Nudity, Mild-Swearing, Bath-Time Fluff, Tons of Self Indulgence

Ghiaccio turned the faucet on, warm water flowing from the tap and into the tub. As he watched the tub fill up, he added some of Lumaca's rose-smelling soap into it and then lit a few candles around the edge of the tub.

He breathed in the scent and breathed out with a longing sigh.

“Fuck, that smells so damn good,” he said to himself almost dreamily. “It smells just like her…”

He looked down at his bathrobe, pulling its sash just a little tighter around his waist.

Ever since college had restarted for Lumaca, she had been going away for long hours and coming home with lots of exhaustion and anxiety. Naturally, Ghiaccio was concerned about his poor wife, so he'd been making sure he was around to provide her with extra affection.

She had already been so grateful for his care but tonight, he wanted to take it a step further.

“Lumaca should be home any minute now,” he considered as he turned off the faucet.

Sure enough, as soon as he pulled his hand away from the lever, a familiar sound of the front door clicking open made him perk up. He couldn’t help but almost sprint out of the bathroom and towards the entrance hall.

There Lumaca was, standing near the entrance and placing the book bag near the front door Her attention was to the floor but she was steadily moving her gaze upwards.

If she knew that an Italian blur was rapidly approaching her, she would've been faster in readjusting her line of sight.

“Ghiaccio, my love!” she began to call out. “I’m ho-!”

She squeaked a little in surprise as Ghiaccio suddenly had his arms tightly around her, his robe practically enveloping her. Her squeak was replaced with a giggle as soon as she felt him peppering her face in kisses.

She basked in the presence of her husband, his scent filling her lungs and his cool skin pressing up against her body.

He always felt like home.

“Welcome home, Lumaca,” he mumbled against her cheek. “Did I scare you?”

“Oh, not at all! Just surprised.” She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips, a gesture which he quickly return. “I’m so happy to be home with you again, honey.”

He smiled softly against her lips, brushing some of her hair off of her forehead before caressing her cheek.

"Me too, bucaneve.”

Lumaca nuzzled her face into his hand with a smile.

That was when she finally noticed that Ghiaccio was in nothing but a bathrobe. Her hand caressed the plush fabric on his waist.

“Were you about to take a shower?” she asked. “I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

“Actually...” He grinned wider. “You came back just in time. I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to spend time with you and help you relax, so I prepared a bath for us before dinner.”

Her eyes lit up in excitement and appreciation.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you!” She took his hand and pressed a kiss against the back of it. “Relaxing with you would be amazing right now.”

He blushed at the gesture, his heart filling up with more love for her.

“I’m really happy to hear that because that's all I want to do with you tonight.”

His words made her swoon a little. But before she could say anything else, he had already scooped her up in his arms.

“Now let's go, love.”

Quickly but carefully, he carried her to the bathroom, his eyes shining with an eagerness that she felt as she clung to him. Once they reached the bathroom, he stood her up on the bathroom mat and she studied the scene before her.

Her heart wanted to melt at the romantic sight.

The candles he had lit gave the little room a warm, flickering glow. It made the bubbles of the water sparkle like diamonds and just barely touched the wispy steam that floated off of the water’s surface. That with the scent of roses gave the entire bathroom a romantic touch.

And it was all for them.

Lumaca turned to look over at Ghiaccio, who had looked down to untie his robe and take it off, sliding it off of his shoulders to reveal his muscular frame.

Truly he was a gorgeous sight to behold.

Her eyes traced every scar, every mark, every part he had called ugly… All those things about him that were so beautiful in her eyes. In fact, there was nothing about him that she didn’t admire.

He looked back up at her to return her soft gaze with a grin.

“Now, I know we usually sit across from each other when we take baths,” he said, hanging up the robe on the door behind him. “But I’ll get in first so that way, you can sit between my legs. I mean, I want to be able to pamper you without either of us having to reach forward or anything. That would be too damn strenuous, you know?”

“Oh, Ghiaccio,” she mumbled, a deep blush spreading across her face. “This is already so lovely; I couldn’t possibly ask for more…”

“But I want to do that for you,” he insisted, holding her smaller hand in the both of his. “I want to make sure you feel extra good tonight since college has been making you so stressed. Seeing you comfortable is all I want right now.”

Her heart was pounding with his words.

"So sweet to me...” A warm smile graced her lips. “Only if you insist."

Taking that as his cue, Ghiaccio slipped into the tub, letting the water and the bubbles settle just beneath his pecs. He shifted his body in a position where his knees were above the water. The steam from the water fogged up his glasses a little but his attention was on Lumaca, who had just started to undress.

Now it was his turn to admire all of her curves and edges, thinking of her as the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

As soon as she was in the nude, she carefully slipped into the water in front of him, while he helped her settle in by holding her waist and keeping her balance. Then, little by little, she scooted herself back until she could feel his soapy torso pressing against her back.

His hands moved to rub at her arms while she leaned her head over to plant a kiss on his jaw.

“Thank you so much, love,” she cooed, feeling herself relax into his touch. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

She could feel his heart beating fast in his chest.

“I’m always happy to do things like this for you,” he mumbled back, voice filled with love. “I know you’re shy about asking for help, but don’t be afraid to tell me what you need, because I will do it for you... Now, let me take care of your hair first.”

With that said, Ghiaccio carefully pulled her hair out of her ponytail holder to allow her dark curls to unfurl in front of him. Then with the help of a nearby cup, he collected some bathwater from in front of her and poured it over her head, shielding her eyes as he did so. Then, after taking hold of the bottle of shampoo, he poured some of that into his hand and started to massage it into her scalp with his fingers.

Lumaca’s eyes closed and her voice hummed contently. The more he worked at her scalp, the more she felt like simply fainting into his arms.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That feels… really good… Your touch is so lovely…”

A grin flickered across his lips, feeling emboldened by her words.

“Oh, believe me,” he quietly declared. “I’m going to make you feel even better. Just you wait.”

A couple of minutes went by with his fingers massaging her scalp and her melting into the sensation before he reached for the cup and poured more water over her head, his free hand shielding her eyes from the soapy water. He did this a couple of times until her hair fell down her back all soft and shiny.

His fingers combed gently through her hair, admiring it.

“There we go,” he hummed. She opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped as she felt his hands kneaded against her back. “Now I’m going to massage the knots out of your back muscles.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes looking at him like he was a sky full of stars. Before letting him continue with his mission, she took the moment to plant a tender kiss against his nose, making his eyes close and a soft chuckle escape his lips.

“You’re the most wonderful husband ever,” she cooed lovingly at him. “Thank you so much for all your care. One of these nights, I will return the favor in full.”

He wanted to melt at all of her sweet words, for he knew she meant them.

She always meant what she said to him.

“Don’t worry, bucaneve,” he replied, tenderness in his voice. “You loving me is enough.”

With that, he rubbed his hands against her damp back and worked his thumbs into her shoulders, rubbing firm circles into the muscle.

Her eyes fluttered closed with the sensation and she couldn’t help but lean back into him, feeling even more relaxed. Her hands rested against his knees, gently kneading her fingers against them in order to keep herself from falling asleep right then and there.

Seeing her get so cozy for the first time in a while… It made him feel like singing.

“Picture yourself in a boat on the river…” he sung hoarsely into her ear. “With tangerine trees and marmalade skies…”

A warm smile flickered across her face, and she reached behind her to trace her fingers against his jawline. He closed his eyes, feeling a cozy warmth from the sensation.

He kept rubbing as he went to the next verse.

“Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly... a girl with kaleidoscope eyes.”

He stopped his massaging when she turned and looked tenderly at him.

They quickly found themselves gazing and smiling lovingly at one another in the dim candlelight, feeling the love close in on them just before sharing a tender, languid kiss on the lips.

They could have spent their forevers like that.

As long as they were with each other, they were in heaven.

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄#⛵sal's writing #self ship writing #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping content #romantic f/o #self ship fanfic #self ship fic #one of the ironic bits about this fic is I talked to a friend about gh.ia being a househusband #and ohhh i really want to indulge in that idea so badly #while at the same time doing domestic things for him too #i just want to pamper my husband like crazy #but it's nice to think about being the one who is pampered #my beloved gh.iaccio treats me so well💕

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The "Sickness" Drabble

Synopsis: A self-indulgent drabble where Lumaca comes down with a cold and Gh.iaccio does everything in his power to ease her sickness.

Word Count: 989

CW: Illness Description, Fluff

The door swung open and into the bedroom walked Ghiaccio, carrying a blanket under his left arm and a mug of hot tea in his right hand. Lumaca moved her head a little to try and greet him, her body hindered from sitting up by the piles of blankets and stuffed animals already surrounding her.

As soon as he put the mug down onto the bedside table, he unfurled the blanket and settled it on top of the blanket pile.

“There!” he declared. “This one last blanket should do it.”

He suddenly noticed the blush that had sprawled across her face.

A blush caused not only by her high-running fever, but also by the heat of the blankets and the fact that he was so insistent on taking care of her. Not that she was complaining; she appreciated all his hard work. She just tended to worry about him when he panicked, but this time there wasn’t much she could do about it.

He gently placed the back of his hand against her forehead to check her temperature. His hands were cold, but he could still tell that her forehead was a lot warmer than it should be. After confirming her fever, his thumb brushed carefully against her forehead before he went to give her the mug and a Tylenol pill.

“A warm cup of tea to take with your medicine. I hope you don’t mind lemongrass. I did sweeten it up with milk and honey for you.”

It took her a moment to sit up with the weight of the blankets against her body, but once she was up, she took the mug into one hand and the Tylenol in the other. Then, in one fluid motion, she popped the pill into her mouth and washed it down with a long yet cautious swig of the tea.

The taste of lemongrass and honey quickly flooded her tastebuds, soothing the soreness in her throat and the stuffiness in her sinuses in the process.

She pulled the mug away from her lips with a satisfied hum and smiled warmly at him.

“Thank you so much…” she finally said, her soft voice hoarse from her cold. “You’re too sweet to me, Ghiaccio…”

He smiled back at her, feeling a little calmer about her condition now.

“Anything to see my Lumaca feeling better again,” he replied, putting a hand on his hip. “I know it’s just a cold, but there’s no way I’m letting you suffer from anything!”

His sweet words couldn’t help but make her giggle, though it was quickly followed by a rough cough.

The sound of her cough made his body tense up with worry, his thoughts immediately shifting to how many packets of cough drops he would need to get for her. Though, he soon found himself relaxing again as he watched her put the mug down on the bedside table after her cough had finally settled down.

“I don’t think there’s any way… I could stay sick with… With you by my side…” She started to reach out for his hand. “You really are… the best husband.”

Seeing what she was trying to do and feeling all lovey-dovey from her words, he enveloped her hand into both of his and looked into her eyes.

“And you deserve the best,” he said. “So, is there anything else I can do for you, bucaneve? I can make you some chicken soup with rice if you’re hungry. I can go get you a cough drop for your throat, or your Gameboy for your boredom.”

As he spoke, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a reassuring gesture that made her want to kiss him. And she would have if she wasn’t so worried about getting him sick too.

“Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you, because I’m not letting you leave this bed until you’re feeling better. Rest is the best thing for a cold, after all, and I’m going to make sure you get plenty of it!”

A sudden thought crossed his mind, which made him blush a little and quickly add on, “But I mean- of course I’m going to let you get up to use the bathroom and everything, but still!”

Lumaca almost wants to giggle again, but her throat hurt a little too much at the moment, so instead she gently shook her shoulders and let her smile broaden.

“So sweet…” she thought out loud. “I almost… want to ask for cuddles… But I don’t-.“

Before she had time to realize what she and her big mouth just did, Ghiaccio had already run to the other side of the bed and was starting to climb under the covers.

“H-Honey?” she asked, worry mingling with the huskiness of her voice. “What’re you…?”

He laid down on his side facing her, moving stuffed animals out of his way and shimmying his whole body until he was laying down comfortably beside her.

“Getting into bed so I can cuddle you,” he said with a blunt innocence.

“But- But Ghiaccio, my ice pop…” she tried to protest while he wrapped his arms around her. “What if you get sick too?”

As soon as his arms were snug around her body, he gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

“It’ll be worth it,” he hummed. “All I want to do is to make sure all your needs and wants are fulfilled, and it doesn’t matter to me what it takes to fulfil them. My snowdrop deserves it.”

Feeling a sudden wave of love for him washing over her heart, she buried her face into his chest with cheeks aglow from her blush.

“What’d I do to deserve you?” she mumbled

Her question made his heart pump love through his whole body. There were so many ways he wanted to answer her, but as he held her against his body, he simply said one thing.

“Everything, my love.”

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self-shipyard · 3 years

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I felt inspired to write another letter to Gh.ia today! I wrote this one out in a self-ship server I just recently joined, so here's what I got!:

To my Dear Ghiaccio,

Hello, my love! How have you been as of late? Have you been eating and sleeping well? How has work been?

I've been thinking about you a lot lately while playing Animal Crossing, that one game I showed you while we were cuddling one time. The one where the character has to walk around and take care of an island. Well, I was thinking how nice it would be if we could relax together on a little vacation island like that in real life. Far away from the stress of everyday life, far away from work... Even if it were just for a day! We could go exploring and see what we can find or stay inside the beach house and cuddle all day.

We could do anything we wanted to do!

I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I miss you a lot and I look forward to spending time with you again. I will confess, things on my end have been... not so good. Depression hasn't been kind to me at all and all my schoolwork hasn't been helping me either. But thinking about you always brings joy to my heart, no matter what.

I love thinking about those things that make you who you are; the soft grayness of your eyes when you look at me, the way your palms feel so cool against mine, and the way your hand just fits so perfectly into mine, the light sweetness of your plush lips when I kiss them... Even the scars along your body, especially those ones against your shoulders that you call ugly; I could kiss every single one of them over and over again until you understand again just how beautiful you are to me.

Even on my saddest of days, I want you to know that I love you so very much, that I always will, and that I'm so happy to call myself your wife.

You really do complete me.

Forever Yours, Lumaca ❤

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄#⛵sal's writing #everytime i write him a letter i feel my heart beating rapidly #it makes me wish he could respond to these #if anyone could send me a response to this letter from gh.ia i will be forever grateful #... i just wish he were here #self shipping community #self shipping content #self ship #self shipping #f/o #f/o community #romantic f/o #f/o letters #self ship letter

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