Un amor eterno

- ¿Alguna vez te has imaginado que pasaría si Trotamundos y Layla sintiendo amor uno por el otro?, ¿No?, jeje bueno todo es posible gracias a la magia de los cuentos, así que toma asiento, prepara una taza de café y acompáñame a leer este pequeño cuento en donde el Caminante Errante y la Estrella de la Noche descubren el amor y quizá tengan algunas otras cosas en común. 💫🐈‍⬛ ✨️🥀 Historia Finalizada, gracias a todos por su apoyo 🥀✨️ ⚠️ Advertencia ⚠️ Esta historia se centra en la relación romántica entre Trotamundos "Scaramouche" y Layla. Si no te gusta esta pareja o no te interesa explorar esta dinámica, te recomiendo no continuar leyendo y encontrar algo mas apegado a tus gustos, por su atención gracias.

Scaramouche e Layla compartilham o espaço de um quarto universitário não apenas como colegas de quarto, mas como confidentes íntimos. Scaramouche, um jovem transmasc, enfrenta desafios pessoais enquanto Layla lida com problemas para dormir. Entre conversas tranquilas durante as noites insones e momentos de proximidade silenciosa ao amanhecer, a história revela como suas vidas se entrelaçam, proporcionando conforto, apoio e uma compreensão profunda um do outro.

"Ahh, I'm gonna be late!" Layla yelled as she ran through the halls. She stayed up all night working on her research paper, and ended up falling asleep right as she was meant to get going. As she rounded a corner she ran into a person, or, more precisely, their very large hat. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She said frantically picking up her papers. "Tch, watch it." He snarled. Layla didn't think much of him though, she would have the same reaction if she was in a rush. _____________________________________ What to expect: Pure fluff Nothing spicy :3 Short chapters Irregular uploads (IM SORRY) Barely any filler (that redeems me... right) Some pretty overused cliches (switching seats... prob others idk why u asking me?) There is story progression, but a lot of these are in a oneshot-ish format! Cover art NOT mine

"Morning," Scaramouche whispered, kissing the top of Layla's head. "...already?" she whined, melting further into her boyfriend's embrace. She wrapped her left arm around his waist and buried her head in his chest. "Isn't it the weekend? Don't you have a day off?" Scaramouche whispered into her ear. "There's no such thing as a day off for a scholar," Layla softly stated, raising her voice as if to emphasise the dramatic-ness of her statement.

Layla is sleep deprived and hasn't gotten anywhere with her project, until her lover pays her a visit

Layla gets sick and scara cares