#fortuitshipping

[kohakuhime]

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” —J.R.R Tolkien

I commissioned the ever talented @mpuzzlegirl for a Doma inspired AU piece featuring my OC ship, Fortuitshipping. They both look so amazing!!! Puzzle went above and beyond for this piece—go commission her if you can~!!

[viviraptor-art]

rolling out my second batch of chibi commissions! thank you guys!!

@dogsoatmeal | @pastacatlover | @hopefulstarfire/@kohakuhime

[just-fortuit-things]

that moment when he rolls over, puts his arm around her, and pulls her close to him in his sleep~

[redraw of this piece done years ago]

[hopefulstarfire]

Listen. Listen I was watching tiktok again and one of my favorite tiktokers on there, he always does matching outfits with his baby and he's like the proudest dad to ever exist it is the most pure thing you will ever see.

That's Raphael. That is Raphael with his and Ellies kidlets. Any little event, it's either that the color schemes match or they get coordinated outfits. Ellie is the designer, Raphael is gonna be the one to being all matchy bc he loves his children and he loves his wife and he's just. He's just the perfect man.

This has been a psa that I bring up to @kohakuhime every now and again but it must be said aloud.

[entamewitchlulu]

some short Fortuitshipping for @kohakuhime ~ I hope this came out all right, I’m afraid I was a little nervous to try writing with your OC!

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He didn’t realize she was nodding off at first — he was too busy shooting meaningful glares at Alister and Valon, who were in the midst of fighting over a bag of cheese puffs and he couldn’t tell if they were doing it as a joke or not, though one way or another if they kept it up, the bag was going to hit some poor other train occupant.

Not that there were many in this car to begin with; only three other people seemed to be traveling at sunset with the rest of them.

“Will you leave off,” Raphael hissed through his teeth.  “We have more food at home.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Alister said, snatching the bag of cheese puffs from Valon and scootching down to the far end of the seat.  “These are my cheese puffs.”

“You ain’t even goin’ to eat ‘em,” Valon said sourly, glowering at him.  “I’ve been starving, you can hear my stomach rumblin’.”

“You should have packed your own snacks.”

“Will you two —”

Raphael’s words caught in his throat at the feeling of some soft, fuzzy weight drooping against his shoulder, and his eyes flickered down.  Ellie’s head sagged against his shoulder, her eyes closed but still vaguely fluttering.  As her head touched his arm, she stirred again.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, trying to sit back up.  “Didn’t realize I was so...tired...”

She sagged again.  Almost without thinking about it, Raphael reached toward her, carefully wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to lean against him.

“You can sleep,” he said.

“Mm...I don’t want to...miss the stop...”

“I’ll wake you when we get there,” Raphael said.  “Or I can carry you home.”

Her cheeks went bright red, even through the grogginess — and as soon as it registered what he had said, he blushed too.

“Go to sleep,” he said again, squeezing her shoulder lightly. 

Her head lolled against his arm, and she mumbled something he couldn’t hear.  He didn’t ask her to repeat it, and in a moment, all he heard were her soft breaths.  She was warm, nestled up against him.  He could pretend for a moment that that was the heat that had sprung to his cheeks.

He couldn’t pretend as well, however, when he glanced up again at Alister and Valon staring at him from across the train aisle.  Valon had that shit-eating grin of his on his face, and Alister nodded while he rested his chin in his hand, as though he’d just observed some new scientific discovery.

“You two will be quiet,” Raphael said, much more quietly.  “Or you’ll wake her.”

Valon snickered, but he kept it quiet.

“Sure, sure,” he said.  “Though, you can’t come strangle us or you’ll wake ‘er.”

Raphael rolled his eyes as Valons snickered again and shared a meaningful glance with Alister.  Well...he wasn’t going to hear the end of this again.

Ellie shifted in her sleep, her breath soft against him, and he looked down at her instead.  Her hair was so soft, and he could smell her shampoo this close up.  He shifted his arm around her a little more gently, nestling her more securely against him.

Well...maybe that was all right.

[mpuzzlegirl]

All the ships my friends and I have made/support. These ships make me happy to see on my dash.

[just-fortuit-things]

found some templates on twitter and saw someone else fill these out, and so i decided to take a leaf out of their book (and realized just how out of practice i am for drawing my kiddos orz). anyways! this was super fun to do for the babs~

[hopefulstarfire]

Have a little fortuit drabble for and requested by @kohakuhime because they give me serotonin constantly and I love them dearly they're my comfort ship.

It was nice to have a quiet day to themselves.

Snow was gently falling still, down towards the already thick blanket that had built up the night day before. Raphael had a fire going in the fireplace, helping to warm up the house and he was currently stationed in the kitchen, serving up a fresh pot of his mother's hot cocoa to warm his and Ellies hearts and hands while they worked.

Christmas was coming. They still had about a little over a week left, with all their shopping thankfully and finally finished. The kids had gotten up bright and early that morning, Sylvie going wide eyed at the snow day that was all set to be had with their cousins. It was his and Ellies day to get the house to themselves to wrap presents; Alister and Iris had had theirs a few days prior and Serenity and Valon had theirs before them. They had rotated who would have the honor of babysitting all the kids together to be able to give each set of parents the time and space to work...and get some proper cute, quality time together. Currently, Serenity and Valon had all of them and there was no doubt in his mind that Valon had kicked off a massive snowball war and enacting some form of chaos in Domino Park.

There was only so much he himself or that Rowen could do to keep things wrangled in. He had to have faith that between him and Serenity it would be enough to cancel out Valon.

Raphael topped the mugs with mini marshmallows -- sparingly in his own, and more in Ellies mug -- and looped his hands through the handles to carry them off to the living room.

Two stacks of neatly wrapped presents were sat a couple feet apart from each other, ones being from him and Ellie to various people on one side and the presents from Santa to the kids on the other. A third, now dwindlingly smaller pile of the still unwrapped presents rested by her folded legs.

She was focused in on wrapping the current present, one they'd bought for Joey, in the same way she usually did while working on clothes; her brows furrowed ever so slightly, as a gentle care was put in towards folding the wrapping paper as she kept the cutout lines virtually seamless and the ends as neatly tucked as possible.

A little over a decade into their marriage and it was still just as cute as it was the first time she fell into a concentration state with her seamstress work. He often still quietly questioned how he ever got so lucky to have ever gotten her love, but he certainly cherished it.

He held the mug out in front of her face, drawing her attention away from the wrapping process for a brief moment as she took it, eyes shimmering with adoration. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"It wouldn't a snow day without my mothers hot cocoa." He mused, coming to sit next to her. He rested his mug on the table in front of him; Ellie took a long sip and sat it down next to his. Lifting up one of the presents, he unfurled a tube of the wrapping paper, nestling it down on the ground to pick his work back up.

Ellie finished wrapping Joey's, pressing the tag onto the top left corner and wrote down to whom it was for and who it was from in a bit of a swirled font, and then gently pushed it over to the leftmost pile. "We've made some really good progress in such a short amount of time," she hummed, happily. "We only have a couple more!" She turned, looking over her shoulder back at him before letting out a soft giggle. "Well, those and one more. I still have your present to wrap."

Hers was already done; a couple of days ago while she'd been out with the girls, Rowen and Sylvie both wanted to help wrap her present from them and offered to help with his to her. It was a little wonky looking, more crumpled towards the ends and decorated with several bows, but, that simply just gave it character.

His expression softened, a light in his deep blue eyes as he looked at her. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he shook his head. "You already gave me my present, though."

Ellie cocked her head on question. No, she very much had not and she'd taken great care to hide it. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"

If you had told Raphael Knighton fifteen years ago he had turned sappy and had his edges softened, he would have laughed a cruel laugh. But now...

"It's the same present I get it every year." He told her, keeping her eyes locked on his as he subtly grabbed something off the table.

Raphael scooted forward, his unoccupied hand going to cup her cheek as he smiled at her; her, his world, his love, his person, his guiding light. The woman who willingly kept choosing him and staying by his side through everything, regardless of his past and his grave mistakes. He kissed her softly, lovingly, and took it as his opportunity to nestle the sparkly red bow on her head.

They pulled away after a moment and Ellie reached up, feeling the ribbon and her cheeks flushed a soft pink at realization as he chuckled once again, resting his forehead against hers.

"You. You're one of the best presents I get every single year."