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chrism02 · 5 months
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Hi! Hope you are doing well! I was wondering if I could request a fic about the Comte de Reynaud. I love reading your fics the writing is so captivating I can’t put them down! Thank you! Have a good night!
I'm doing well, thank you for asking. 🤗 I hope you are doing great and have an easy December. 😊 Thank you for the nice words, they made my day. ❤️
Here you go:
ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY 9
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verysmolnerd · 20 days
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You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾
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Otto Octavius:
He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!
You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!
So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.
There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.
You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.
It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.
He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.
You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.
“Hello, my dear. How are-“
You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾
What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!
In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.
With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.
Doc Ock:
How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!
He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.
You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.
And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.
Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.
He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.
He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.
He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.
“For the last time. Get out-“
Boop attack!! 🐾🐾
The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.
They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.
And Otto? He’s in shock.
He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.
The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.
Maxim Horvath:
You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.
It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.
When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.
When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.
He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.
Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.
It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.
So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.
“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“
Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾
You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.
Snidley Whiplash:
With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.
It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.
“Give us your money and all of your gold.”
You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.
“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”
An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.
��Or we’ll shoot you!”
You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.
Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”
“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.
Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.
“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“
You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!
A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.
He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.
Hugh Weldon:
He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.
You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.
You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?
He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.
But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.
He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.
So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.
When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.
“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“
He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.
You got him back, in the best way.
Comte de Reynaud:
The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.
You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.
He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.
Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.
You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.
And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”
He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.
He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.
When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.
“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.
Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾
His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”
That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.
Kostya:
The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.
You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.
However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.
So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.
It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.
So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.
Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.
Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.
“I’m sorry, I-“
Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾
His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.
He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.
The boops brought him out of his shell.
Armand Gamache:
Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.
You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.
You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.
He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.
You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.
However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.
“What are you planning?”
And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾
He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.
But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.
Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.
It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.
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plush4bunny · 2 months
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The sun is warming his skin as it shines through the window. He doesn’t pay any mind to the breathtaking view offered by the top floor of the building. He is solely focused on his rosary, fingering the beads as he prays but his thoughts don’t become restful as they did before
- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter in their gripping Comte De Reynaud x reader fanfic called "Heaven's Light"
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illiana-mystery · 10 months
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Oui oui, Comte.
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deadlightcircus · 1 year
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#the blissfully frenzied unraveling of reynaud's sanctimonious worldview as soon as that speck of chocolate hit his lips #liberating himself from his self-imposed shackles... such an iconic scene #whenever i indulge in too much chocolate i think of him 💖 #morally righteous characters who come face to face with what they perceive to be a corrupting force #where the more they try to oppose it #the more it reels them in; slowly but surely; until they finally yield #letting the catharsis of it all consume them in one fell swoop #gotta be one of my favourite genres
Alfred Molina as Comte de Reynaud in Chocolat (2000) bonus:
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heythereimashley · 1 year
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More from behind the scenes of Chocolat
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mimiscappinisideblog · 5 months
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Stuff
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writingkitten · 5 months
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Because I'm always curious about the repressed tall croissant 😀
TBD (Comte)
REPRESSED CROISSANT IM DYING LMAOOOO
‘Comte couldn’t blame you, no. You had no clue what you were doing to him. You barely even knew him, only having moved to this town a month prior. And yet your presence, the joy you radiated, your smile… it all hooked him in from the moment he met you. You were so well-mannered, leaving Comte to imagine what your sweet little self looked like under his tongue-
No, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut as his prayers became louder.’
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blapis-blazuli · 1 year
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Some rules:
These ones were listed off the top of my head, please don't yell at me for leaving out your blorbo, it wasn't on purpose, I promise
You can't vote for Doctor Octopus because he's already a Tumblr Sexyman, and as far as I know, none of his other roles are.
No real-life people. Seriously, no.
Don't take this too seriously, please, I don't want this to become a Sexyman rematch poll situation, please, just have fun
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leomitchellart · 2 years
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Inktober 2022 no.25 - “Tempting” 🍫 
So glad I saw the film ‘Chocolat’ (2000) last month. ‘Gave me ample inspiration for today’s prompt.
☕️BUY ME A KO-FI
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heartofhubris · 7 months
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chrism02 · 6 months
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Upcoming fics
Not necessarily in this order:
1. Oswald Cobblepot
Botch up - Chapter 8
New fic AU
2. Maxim Horvath
Fall To Pieces - Chapter 2
3. Mark Rothko
The Mummy - Chapter 7
4. Comte de Reynaud
Request fic AU - @movielover55
5. Wilson Fisk
Request fic AU - @alphashley14
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fictionalnormalcy · 2 years
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To this freaking wonderful actor, definitely one of the best in my book,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALFRED MOLINA!!!!!!!!!!
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illiana-mystery · 10 months
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I just can't get enough of Comte de Reynaud.
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verysmolnerd · 1 month
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Meeting Comte de Reynaud on holiday
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Although he is the mayor of lansquenet, he was urged to take a break by Caroline. He was so wound up for so long that it would be ideal for him to travel and loosen up.
Visiting Bruges was on your bucket list for so long. It was one of the best places to visit in Belgium.
You ended up walking into someone when visiting the Basilica of the Holy Blood. Little did you know that it was the Comte.
You apologize and it ends up turning into small talk. Mainly about the weather and the location, but his smile urged you to stay.
So you ended up accompanying him around the touristy part of Bruges.
Sampling chocolates, viewing churches, and admiring the scenery. It's nice and comfortable.
After a while the conversations get more personal and you start to talk about your goals land how your life is currently going.
You find that the Comte leads a long legacy that he was meant to bear his title with pride and also continue it.
However, by how restrained he talked about his duties. he's essentially being buried alive by upholding the expectations and the heavy workload.
Not to mention, his previous wife had left him to experience the fruits and labor of the world by herself.
Which in turn makes the Comte overwhelmed and the worst kind go chaotic blend of being sexually repressed and frustrated.
You on the other hand, have been roaming world without knowing who you want to be. You've been burned badly by your past partners and you feedlots.
A match made in heaven. (or hell depending on how you feel about it)
Regardless, the feeling are there and very strong. It's mutual too, The Comte -whom you soon come to find out prefers you to call him Paul- is a lot softer towards you and more gentle.
However, he always carries an air of professionalism. As if the very people that are in his town are there, silently watching and waiting for him to subdue to comfort.
You both know that a fling with harm yourselves more than what you want, and giving in to each other is far too great of a risk despite what your hearts yearn for.
So, you both start to put the relationship you both have to a test. You spend the rest of your time with Paul, and it's lovely, as expected.
The man is a huge gentleman and sweetheart. It makes you wonder why his first wife had left him so easily.
The trip comes and goes and you exchange addresses to be pen pals over the coming months. He had a life to return to and you still have to find yours.
As time does, it passes on and you start to pick up the shards of your shattered life with the guidance of Paul.
Then you both soon find you that he and you are two sides of the same coin. Lost, looking for someone when the lives you both uphold are complicated. As all lives are.
So, you take the greatest risk of all. Moving to the little French town and start a life there. A life potentially with Paul.
And when he found out, he knew it was time.
Time to stop hiding in his past. Time to stop living under his legacy's shadow.
You both came into the light of your own lives and bask within its warm rays.
You hold hands in the town square as you talk to him about your future together.
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heythereimashley · 1 year
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Behind the scenes of Chocolat
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