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misc-obeyme · 1 year

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Lucifer's Favor

I'm continuing my daily chat series, but it's a completely random order. I originally wrote a scene for one of Lucifer's Nightbringer chats, but it ended up being so angsty and sad that I decided not to post it. I wanted to write some fluff! So this chat is from the OG. Though if anyone actually wants to read the sad Nightbringer one, I'll post it lol just hit up the ask box.

GN!MC x Lucifer

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of.

LUCIFER: Could you come to the council room after class? I'm absolutely buried in paperwork. I just can't seem to catch up. I was hoping that you could help me feel better with your presence. All you have to do is sit beside me. Would that be possible?

MC: Are you sure you want me?

LUCIFER: Indeed. It has to be you, MC. Please head straight to the council room once your classes are over. And be warned that I won't be letting you go for the rest of the day.

You stretched as the bell finally rung through the classroom, indicating the end of Seductive Speechcraft. You shoved Mammon, who was engrossed in his D.D.D. and didn't seem to notice the end of class. He looked up at you as you stood from the desk, then looked around at the other students already leaving the room.

"C'mon," you said. "Class is over."

You picked up your bag, slinging it onto your shoulder and heading toward the door.

Mammon scrambled to follow you. "Finally!" he said. "Man, that class is borin'."

You both started down the hall together, but Mammon stopped when you took an unexpected turn, headed toward the council room.

"Oi! Where are ya goin'? Home's this way!" he said, gesturing down the opposite hall from the one you were going down.

You paused and turned back to him. "I know, but I told Lucifer I'd go to the council room after class."

Mammon shuddered. "Why would ya do that?"

You shrugged. "He asked me to."

Mammon seemed to consider this for a moment. He frowned and muttered to himself, "Yeah, he's got a lot of paperwork…"

"You think I should just go home instead?" you asked.

Mammon waved a hand at you. "Nah. Go on, ya don't want to keep him waitin'!"

You nodded. "All right, then I'll see you later."

Mammon waved goodbye as you headed back down the hall. You smiled to yourself as you went. Mammon always wanted to be with you, but he understood Lucifer, too. He knew that Lucifer would be able to get through his piles of work easier if you were by his side.

You reached the council room door and found it slightly ajar already. You opened it further and stepped inside, pausing there in the doorway.

Lucifer was already seated at a desk that was absolutely covered in piles of paper. You grimaced at the towering stacks.

Lucifer looked up and saw you, a satisfied smile crossing his features. "Ah, MC. Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you said, moving across the room. There was a chair positioned on the side of the desk and when you sat in it, you were facing Lucifer. "Is this where you want me to sit?"

"Yes," he said. "As I mentioned before, all you need to do is sit beside me."

"All right," you said. "Then I'll sit beside you for as long as you need me to."

Lucifer smiled at you, his expression unusually soft.

As he resumed his work, you took out a textbook and began to read. The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of your breathing and the soft hssh of Lucifer's fountain pen. Occasionally you would flip a page or Lucifer would pull another item from one of his many stacks.

You were comfortable in the padded chair and in Lucifer's presence. He had asked you to come here to make him feel better, but you couldn't deny that being with him made you feel better, too. You sat in companionable silence for some time, each of you focused on your respective work.

A few moments passed before you realized you could no longer hear the sound of Lucifer's pen. You looked up from your book to see him staring at you.

When your eyes met, he smiled. It was a knowing, possessive smile that sent a little shiver down your spine in a good way.

You fidgeted a little, suddenly shy to be under his gaze. "Do you want a snack?" you asked, reaching for your bag. "I have some pastries Luke gave me earlier."

"I suppose I can take a short break," he said, as though he wasn't already ignoring the papers in front of him in favor of staring at you.

You pulled out the little bag of pastries Luke had given you, opening it and handing one to Lucifer before taking one for yourself.

As you nibbled on the sweet treat, you regarded Lucifer as he leaned back a little in his own chair. He looked tired as he ate the little pastry you had given him. He was good at covering it up when he was overtired, but you knew. After all the time you'd spent with him, you could tell.

You noticed right away when, upon finishing the pastry, Lucifer began to stretch out his fingers slowly. He paid extra attention to his writing hand.

You frowned. Certainly he was getting cramps in his hands after all this work. You finished off your own pastry, then held out a hand to him, determination stamped across your features.

Lucifer looked at your open hand, then looked up at your face. He frowned. "What is it you want, MC?"

"Your hand," you said.

Lucifer smirked. "Ah, I see. You should have told me sooner."

He put his hand into yours, gripping it tightly. You turned his hand over, fingers sliding beneath the edge of his black glove.

"What are you doing now?" he asked.

You didn't respond right away, instead slowly removing his glove, carefully pulling out every finger. You set the glove aside on the desk then took his hand in both of yours. You began to press your thumbs into his palm, massaging it gently.

Lucifer sucked in a breath at this action, which caused him to blush. He frowned again.

"Did you think I didn't notice the way you were flexing your fingers as though they were in pain?" you asked, eyes on your task. "I know you have a lot of work to do, Lucifer, but you really need to be more careful. You could really hurt yourself. What if you got carpal tunnel or something?"

Lucifer's soft laugh caused you to look up at him. "Do you really think demons can get carpal tunnel?"

You had to consider this question because it wasn't something that had occurred to you. "That really isn't the point," you said at last, continuing to massage Lucifer's hand, now working on each individual finger. "You were experiencing pain from too much work and that means you should stop for a bit. Whether you can actually get carpal tunnel or not isn't relevant."

You were taken by surprise when he pulled his hand from yours, turned it around, and interlaced your fingers with his. He stood up from the desk, pulling you up with him. You were now in close proximity and your eyes widened as your heart began to race.

He was smirking again as he reached up to brush your cheek with his other hand, still gloved. "I hope you know that you are the only one who would dare to scold me like this and get away with it."

You tried to calm yourself even as you felt the blood rushing into your cheeks. You met his gaze seriously. "I just want you to take care of yourself."

This statement seemed to genuinely touch Lucifer. His smirk fell away and he pulled you even closer. Your hand was still tightly gripped in his and his other arm circled around your back. "You needn't worry so much about me, MC. I will always be at my best as long as you are beside me."

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Leviathan | Simeon

Asmodeus | Diavolo | Beelzebub | Belphegor | Satan

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #obey me x reader #my feelings about Lucifer go up and down but they're up right now so here he is #misc writes

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lxkeeeee · 1 year

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SEMPER FIDELIS - always loyal or always faithful.

husband! scaramouche x fem kitsune wife! reader

synopsis: scaramouche now has to leave for inazuma, unfortunately leaving his wife back in snezhnaya.

genre: slight angst.

warnings: this will be a continuation for the storyline.

His purple eyes filled with so much love and adoration as he watched a woman diligently do her paperwork—that woman was his wife. Scaramouche leaned his body against the door frame, his arms crossed as he had a smirk on his face but with so much on his eyes. God, what had he done to deserve such a woman? He thought to himself, as his eyes now started to focus on her fox like ears that is currently stood erect, occasionally twitching in each noise. The sound of her fountain pen scribbling against a piece of paper and the sound of papers shuffling can be heard in their shared office.

He still can't believe he married her, if only past him could see him now—he would be dramatically horrified as past him was very opposed to the idea of marriage.

He could still recall that very precious day, the day that they accidentally tied to the knot of their love—but of course, they don't have a single regret to it.

They recently just realized and understood their feelings for each other—recently by I mean they've been dating for how many years already, when you're immortal, the concept of time doesn't matter. Although they've made it official since their dumbasses just realized but if they about it their feelings started decades ago. After the death of their last companion, both of them stopped relying on other people aside from the two of them. They traveled place to place, not staying for too long in one area, Scaramouche destroyed his previous identity which was Kunikuzushi and so did [y/n] who decided to forget what her birth name was due to the amount of painful memories clinging to it.

Speaking of Inazuma, her majesty the Tsaritsa has issued an order to obtain the gnosis and this time he has to leave his wife back in snezhnaya. He cleared his throat to catch her attention, she immediately looked up to look at him, her eyebrow raised in confusion. “Is there something wrong, my love?” she asked, concern in her voice, her eyes remained on him yet her hands kept moving to sign the papers, already memorized the places where she needed to sign. That's my wife, Scaramouche thought to himself with a proud smile which made the woman looked at him in concern.

“You're grinning for no apparent reason, should I be concerned?” she asked, a playful tone in her voice. He chuckled as he shakes his head, “It's nothing, but I do need to tell you something.” He says, voice started playful before becoming stern, [y/n] looked at him with a slight concern, “What is it my love?” she softly asked and archons it's getting harder to tell her the news. He took a deep breath and she just looked at him with curious expression, “I have a new mission.”

“Where?”

“Inazuma.” he answers, slightly wincing to see how his wife flinched a little, she chuckled a bit, “Should I pack my clothes for the mission?” she asked, already mutterings the things she needed to bring and suddenly there's a painful ache on his chest as he shook his head. “This time you're not joining me, [y/n].” he says sternly with a hint of worry, [y/n]'s eyes widen as she dropped her pen into the table, flinching at the lack of endearment for her.

Silence. Utter silence.

He wants her to join him, he really do but he'd rather not see the pain present on her face if she ever recalls the painful memories they've experienced in Inazuma, his indigo eyes looked at her shaking hands and unaware of his hands shaking too. This would be the first time they wouldn't be together on a mission.

“Are you sure...?” She asked and oh how scaramouche wants to run to her and caress her cheek and tell her she could come but unfortunately, orders are orders.

“As much as I would like you to join my love, it's her majesty's orders. I'm just gonna assist Signora on the plan to kill the Traveler.” He says truthfully, hand placed over his chest.

She sighs, her face solemn, fox ears lower than usual but she just gave him a small forced smile before engulfing the man into a hug, placing her chin on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. Scaramouche just sighs as placed his hands on her waist and pulled her as close as he can.

“As you wish, I would wait for your return my love.” she says as she cupped his cheeks, “In the meantime, I'll train our soldiers.” she says, voice stern and Scaramouche smirked, “That's my girl.”

[Y/n] watched as the Fatui soldiers finished loading up the luggages of Signora and Scaramouche into the carriage, the snow crunched in each step.

Scaramouche approached her, a huge fur coat covering his body and she's wearing one too to fight the cold of Snezhnaya.

Thankfully the scarf covered the small smile on his face as he watched her immediately intertwined their hands together.

“Promise me to come home okay? I swear to Celestia if you get swayed by the gnosis.” she says, voice teasing, yet he can hear the sadness in her voice already which is starting to make it hard for him to leave, he caressed her cheek with his hands.

“I promise, I have a wife waiting for me after all.”

[Y/n] watched as they carriage slowly disappeared into the distance, unknown that that would be the last time she'll see him as he would be called a traitor to the Fatui.

⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱

A/n: this is a trial run lmfao. Go check out my fic DAYLIGHT if you want the whole things;)

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche smut #husband scaramouche #lxke's husband scaramouche works #lxkewrites

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artbymagsn · 11 months

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Scene from Prologue by @the-greenfox !!! Zoya coming across a knocked-out Nikolai hehe

Check out the amazing companion illustrations by @0marm-alade0 & @polekands !

This whole collab was brought together by @grishaversebigbang !!

#gvbb23 #gvbbminibang23 #gvbbmb23 #fanart #grishaverse fanart #grishaverse #procreate #illustration #digital illustration #digital painting #shadow and bone #king of scars #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky #zoyalai #artbymagsn

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imakemywings · 1 year

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“Ah, and yonder, you may view the Fountain of the King,” said Turgon, pointing. His companion went on chewing at his sleeve and did not respond. “You will have passed it many times on your way into the palace, but is it not interesting to see it from a new perspective?”

Eärendil kicked his feet, which reached just to the edge of the balcony railing. One firm hand on his chest kept him from going anywhere as Turgon point out this and that landmark that could be seen stretching out across Gondolin under the marbled blue sky.

“You prefer a different one, perhaps? Lord Ecthelion maintains quite a few in the area around his home.” Turgon gestured in the direction of Lord Ecthelion’s estate. “Has Lady Idril taken you to see those as well? If not, we will have to remedy it!”

At this note of firm enthusiasm in Turgon’s voice, Eärendil chirped, releasing the king’s sleeve from his gummy mouth at last, a wide wet mark left behind.

“Yes, it may even be a matter of urgency,” Turgon agreed gravely. “We will attend our schedule and see if time allows for a field trip.” He scooped Eärendil up in one arm and brought him inside. Out of the chilly mountain air high up on the balcony, he removed Eärendil’s fur-lined coat to allow him better freedom of movement. None had been sure how Eärendil’s mortal blood might affect him, but thus far, Turgon had not found him overly different from most babies. He smiled, he laughed, he cried, he slept—he kept his parents up at all hours.

When Idril returned for her son, he was bouncing on the king’s knee at his desk while Turgon penned some intra-city correspondence.

“What’s this? Adar, I would not have taken you from your work for this,” Idril said. “You might have asked someone else to take him.”

“Eärendil is assisting me with these letters,” Turgon insisted soberly, finishing his sentence before he looked to the baby and then to his own daughter. “He has proven a most useful discussant for deciding the most efficacious response.”

Eärendil tipped backwards against Turgon, reaching up for one of the king’s dreadlocks, which he loved to pull, but Turgon gently dissuaded his grasping hand. Idril made a soft sound of amusement.

“I should have foreseen you would put him to work!” she said, plucking the child from Turgon’s lap to settle him on her hip. “What a taskmaster you are, my lord!”

“He will be an excellent addition to the king’s council shortly, I’m sure,” said Turgon.

“I will pass the word on to Tuor,” she said with a wry smile. “Doubtless he will find the occasion worthy of commissioning another new outfit for Eärendil.” She gathered up Eärendil’s things scattered around Turgon’s office, choosing to leave one wooden duck on wheels, just in case Eärendil found himself there unexpectedly.

“I am sorry I’ve been so busy lately,” Idril began, but Turgon waved a hand.

“No trouble, Idril,” he said. “Please. It is always a pleasure to spend time with my grandson.” There was a hint of softness in her father’s usually stern face that assured her of his genuineness, and she smiled.

“I’m very sure it’s mutual,” she said.

“Ah, one item for you before you depart,” Turgon said, shuffling some parchment on his desk. “Eärendil tells me he hasn’t yet had a tour of Lord Ecthelion’s fountains. This must be remedied as soon as possible.” Idril suppressed a snort.

“Yes, of course, my lord,” she said. “I will be certain to attend this with the urgency required.” Eärendil cooed and Idril bounced him in her arm.

“Good. I trust you will.” Father and daughter exchanged matching half-smiles and Idril took her leave. The king gave Eärendil a little wave on his way out.

On AO3

#turgon #idril #earendil #the silmarillion #tolkien tag #fanfiction #tolkien fanfiction #rocky writes #Turgon just strikes me as someone who does not go in for baby talk #Earendil is conscious? he can have discussions about the merits of various architecture styles then!

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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Handwritten - Hamish 'Merlin' Mycroft x Reader (Drabble)

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @witches-unruly-heart

Companion Piece to Letters

The evening after Hamish finds the letter in your desk, he decides to write his own. He takes a letterheaded piece of paper from his study and sits down in the forest green Chesterfield, alongside the fireplace. The fire casts a warmth across his skin as he crosses one leg over the other and sets a book down upon his lap.

Smooth jazz is playing on the record player, dulcet songs that make him think of the last time you were in his apartment, the proximity of your body as you swayed together. Hip to hip, cheek to cheek, it’s the small moments he enjoys, the side of you that no one else gets to see.

He’s never written a ‘Just in Case’ letter before. He’s never had the need to. His friends are fleeting or Kingsmen themselves and his family are all deceased. If he perishes his estate is divided amongst a series of charities. Everything is taken care of, everything except you.

He uncaps the fountain pen, the nib hovering above the expensive paper. He thinks about what he wants to say, the words that refuse to leave his mouth when he’s with you, the ones that are on the tip of his tongue when you lay sleeping beside him.

To my dearest love, he writes. There’s so much that I wish I could have said.

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nikhos · 8 months

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Laurie´s dad: A character´s study (1/2)

I've alway been curious about who Laurie's father was; so in my rereading of the TC novel I´ve tried to pick some data and meditations in order to give some light on the character.

We know Laurie´s father is called Michael, (Michael Odell, I presume)

He is a journalist or a newspaperman (which I find fascinating).

He travels a lot (apparently) or spends most of his time away from home: “He was often away, covering things” and he talks French, fluency : “Tais-toi; voici l´enfant” ( it could be told by the mom, but i prefer to think is from the father because of his job)

His child pictures him as sort of a companion in mischief because both of them get in problems and make Laurie's mom mad: "They were too often in trouble together, for making a mess without cleaning up, or being late home from their joint expeditions.” That point makes Laurie see his father as an equal, and loves him for that.

Michael cares for his son, too: He gives him a gold cap from a broken fountain pen and takes him on long walks. He is not a neglected father.

However, he is not on good terms with his wife, Laurie´s mom. Both of them have had disagreements and now, daddy doesn't share the same room with mommy anymore: “He sat up in bed, but feet passed, and when he called it was too late; they have gone on the door of what had in the last few days become Daddy´s Room.”

We don't know what exactly Laurie´s father did, but in agreement with five years old Laurie's thoughts it was something wicked: “During his approaches and retreats he had heard snatches of the conversations his presence had interrupted. He knew that his father had done something wicked while he was away from home.” Where wicked is attached to the words: ill, evil, bad, immoral, amoral, unprincipled, depraved, dissolute, degenerate. (American edition thesaurus). This will be the first time Laurie associate Love with right and good.

The wicked thing Michael did to lose his wife's confidence was to have an illicit affair. (This point is confirmed in chapter three for Laurie himself "You know, my father wasn't faithful to my mother. She minded a lot at the time, but she is all right now." )

Because of that, there's a sense of guilt in Michael when accepts the mother's complaint of trying to influence their child's feelings “Michael!” she said quietly. “Oh, how could you?” (Also, there is some selfishness in the mom´s behavior due to she is sure he is leaving home)

Later, a teen Laurie will tell us the official version of his father's leaving: “He had been too young when his father went to fear economic changes; and in fact there had been none.” And that version is, of course, the mom's version “Laurie knew his mother's side of the story so well that on the thinking surface of his mind it was only one.”

The memento of his father has faded away from Laurie's memories; but will see it still alive somehow around his infatuation for a senior student in school and his abrupt departure. (We could find some similitudes between Michael and Ralph's descriptions: " His father drew his thick dark brows together; his eyes glancing at his wristwatch looked narrow and blue." and for Ralph: "He was slight and lean, with dusty-fair hair and eyes of a striking light blue which were narrowed by the structure of the orbit above, giving him a searching look even when he smiled." )

(it will continue...)

Daily Mirror News Room 1920

Reporter (Movie: Feel my pulse- 1928)

Men fashion in 1920

#tc fandom reread #the charioteer #tc characters

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bunningchaos · 5 months

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I, Anon have a question on who those shadowed characters are that're coming soon.

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Kindly don't repost, trace or claim these characters + comic as yours. Thank you.

↼Prev • Next⇀

Not exactly a pretty sight, huh?

These three new characters will be available for Asks just like everyone else that's already shown!

Go wild with questions or interactions.

But not too wild.

Every single characters here, belongs to me (BunningChaos) Bolsive and Ctrin's original variant - Ink and Error Ink belongs to Comyet (aka Mye Bi) on Tumblr! Error belongs to LoverOfPiggies (aka CrayonQueen) on Tumblr!

More information about the newly introduced characters down below

Buttercup (Bitty Chara - They/Them)

•They're the smallest, but that's obvious as to why. They're a Bitty, afterall. They stand at around 15cm (0.4ft)

Yes they are literally the size of someone's finger/palm

•The perfect, small and portable companion. Albeit chaotic at times but they can be pretty tame

They know how to read the atmosphere and mood afterall.

•Do not, ever feed them regular chocolate. Their body isn't meant to handle that high amount of sugar/cocoa. Give them respective small snacks that's suitable for their body.

•They're blind in one eye due to the flowers covering it, that is also scattered around their entire body. No, do NOT try to pull it out. It will only do more harm than good

•The original string of their locket was snapped but thankfully Ctrin fixed it for them

•Pretty outgoing most of the time, to the point that it's hard to keep them under control as the risks of them getting in harm's way is high

Bolsive (Ink Variant - He/Him)

Dissolve + Bolshie = Bolsive

•He's not-so-ironically, shorter than Ctrin, being at 120cm (3.9ft)

He dislikes being shorter as he wants to be taller than Ctrin. So he wears sandals to boost his height by a measly.. 2cm, hence him being 122cm majority of the time, even if it doesn't help

•Has literally no emotions whatsoever, until Ctrin offered him food that contains emotions created out of magic. This is normally in the form of lollipops, but can be anything if the other wants to change it

•His primary weapon is a Fountain Pen, which is also given by Ctrin.

This is to keep him under control.

•Abnormally spiteful and hold grudges easily, don't get on his bad side. He doesn't suffer from short-term memory loss like Ink, if anything, his memories is absolutely perfect.

Ctrin (Error Variant - He/Him)

Creation + Strings = Ctrin

•Not-so-ironically taller than Bolsive, he's 140cm (4.5ft).

He have little to no opinion about height, although he do find it easier talking to people whom are taller or about the same height as him

•The main 'cook' of Safe Haven, everyone prefers eating what he makes rather than Fi's because every edible thing they make, tastes like paint.

As explained in another post that was asked by someone

•His eyesight isn't exactly the best without his glasses, hence why he have two if he is to ever lose one of them. Well, he switches between the two at times anyways.

•He is capable of creating stuff using his strings, by forming what he wants which, then with his magic, will 'transform' per say, into what he's trying to make

•His soul is merely a shard of what it once used to be. The reason for it is currently unknown as of yet.

•Most reasonable to converse with, in compared to Bolsive.

#undertale #undertale au #fi #nuax #safe haven timeline #safe haven asks #Bitty Chara #Buttercup #Bolsive #Ctrin #Ink Sans Variant #Error Sans Variant #sans au #bunningreference #ink frisk

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vermillionsails · 2 years

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Fountain Pen

This is a Steven Grant x Reader fic

(A/N) This is pure fluff because I love this man so much. Also Steven is the king of stationary and you can't my mind. I don't own the gif or the characters. Except maybe Cheshire your cat. (Not the name of the cat obvi) You and Steven know of Marc but it's not mentioned here totally except maybe when you give him is gift. It's stuttle.

• she/her pronouns for the reader

• ⚠️ J.B being J.B you being bitchy to J.B that's it. Oh it's a little time Skippy I won't lie and the word you is used a lot.

• Synopsis- it's your guys first valentines day as a couple unfortunately he was scheduled to work and it has been pouring rain all day but, you surprise Steven with a fountain pen and other gifts, trying to make the most of a sucky day.

• Steven is blue and you're orange

Steven 💙🐊

Hey luv Donna scheduled me untill 10:00 tonight we won't be able to make our reservation. I tried to convince her to let me off but, she wouldn't have it. I'm on inventory for 3 weeks now. 🙄

Really on Valentine's day?! I should go up there and give her a peace of my mind. I'm tired of her doing that to you.

I think that would make it worse unfortunately darling.We could order take out and watch each others favorite movies. I know it's not what we planned but, will still be together.

That sounds good, we can always go another time and as long as i get to see you and give you your gift I won't tear off Donna's head. I love you babe see you tonight.

I can't wait to give you your gift and I love you so much! Laters gators 🐊 ❤️

After while crocodile 🐊 ❤️

You were gonna kill Donna if you ever meet her. Steven was so excited to take you to a French restaurant he found down town. You where a little nervous to go to it but as Valentine's day got closer you started to get excited, and seeing your adorable boyfriend's eyes light up when he talked about it made your heart swell. Untill Donna and what you assume to be fate settled to being a bitch today. You knew Steven was crushed. And you where sad too but, hopefully your gift and the little goodie basket you made him would make up for it.

You decided to try and calm yourself down and have a little spa day and take your time getting ready. You made yourself a bubble bath and put a face mask on. As soon as you sunk down into the warm water a crack of thunder and the pounding of rain made its presence known. You tried to look on the Bright side maybe you could kiss Steven in the rain later tonight. Like in all those rom coms you use to watch as a little girl. Sinking even further into the water you hoped that the day would go by fast. You where never the biggest fan of valentine's day, but the one time you actually get excited for it the, god's decided to knock you down a peg. Despite the sour mood you where gonna give your best for Steven and yourself.

After doing a normal bath routine you got out and whiped the fog off your mirror. Finished your skincare and, slapping some makeup on you made your way to your bedroom.

Sitting on your bed you stared at your closet debating on what to wear. Sense you where going to stay at Steven's flat, you decided on a nice comfy top and black leggings. After putting on your outfit your cat Cheshire a somewhat cubby Ginger cat, jumped on the bed. He greated you with a small meow. "What do you think ches? Do you think Steven will like it?" you gave a small turn for your furry companion. He gave you a few blinks and jumped down to rub and wind himself in-between your ankles. "I'll take that as a yes." You picked him up and gave him some head pats. "Ches im gonna go to Steven's flat. Man the house while I'm gone." All you got was intense purring in response. After putting him down he scurried to the arm chair he called his bed to watch you leave.

Grabbing a rain coat,Steven's gifts, and your bag. You said bye to cheshire and made your way to the elevator. You decided to go to the grocery store and pick up things to make dinner for the two of you tonight. You shot a quick text to tell Steven.

Hey baby I'm gonna go to the store and pick up stuff for dinner, I don't wanna press our luck with take out.

Oh gosh that sounds amazing darling! I can't wait to see you tonight I miss you so much. It's been such a rubbish day today. 😣

I know I miss you too and I'm gonna come get you at 10:00 it's raining really hard and I don't want you to walk in it.

That would be great , it started raining on my lunch break, my jacket got soaked. I can't wait for this shift to be over. Oh luv don't look in the closet your present is in there and, I want it to be a surprise!

I promise I won't look in the closet scouts honor, and I'm sorry your jacket got soaked babe, we haven't had the best luck today. 😞

No we haven't but, well get to see each other tonight and I'm off tomorrow thankfully. I don't know how I managed that but, I got to go Donna is coming. See you soon laters gators ❤️🐊

After while crocodile 🐊 ❤️

After texting him on the elevator, you drove swiftly to the nearest grocery store. Getting out and covering your self with your jacket you ran into the store. Trying to not get drenched.

The florescent lights of the store blinded you as you grabbed a shopping chart. It took you 20 minuets to find the ingredients for a vegan pasta carbonara and a vegan red velvet cake. You waisted some time getting some candles, and a new throw blanket for you and Steven too cuddle under for your movie night later tonight. After looking at the clearance racks and milling about, You whent through the self checkout and made your way to Steven's flat. You where glad that at least your shopping whent right.

You walked into the lobby and saw that the elevator was out of service. Of course it was you rolled your eyes and started to march yourself and your bags up to Steven's floor. A few of them almost dropped but, you managed to catch them before they kamikazed down the steps. After fumbling with the key for a good few minutes you walked into Stevens flat and breathed for the first time today.

You put the groceries up, set up the candles and blanket you bought, and hid your gift. It was still early afternoon and you had a while before you could start dinner and go get Steven. You fed Gus, watched some movies, retouched your make up, started to read a book you picked up from a self got bored, and watched TV again untill 9:00.

You cleaned the area you settled in and, made a vegan pasta carbonara and, a vegan red velvet cake which turned out pretty good by the looks of it.

You had just put the noodles into the sauce when you looked at clock on the stove. 9:54 your heart sped up as you turned the burner off, covered the pasta with a lid and rushed out the door. You practically flew down the steps to get to your car. You couldn't wait untill you saw Steven.

After a few traffic violations and about 5 different songs you made it to the museum. You walked up the steps and made it into the lobby. You looked for Steven and tried to walk to the gift shop "hey miss where closed!" A rude and bored voice called out to you.

You looked over to the booth where the security guard sat. You assumed this is J.B. He didn't even look up at you when he spoke just at the phone he had in his hands. "I know I'm here to pick up Steven." He raised a eye brow in confusion "you mean Scotty? You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. "No I mean Steven can you not lift your head enough to read a name tag?" He finally looked at you it was in shock but, he looked at you.

You heard foot steps racing towards you. After you snapped at him. " your here!" Steven all but, tackled you into a hug. You melted against eachother. "Come on Steven let's get out of here." He gave your cheek a kiss " I couldn't agree More." After flipping off j.b while Steven wasn't looking you made your way to the car.

After a few more traffic violations you and Steven where at his flat in record time. " Love do you normally drive that fast?" Steven looked at you somewhat concerned while digging his keys out. "just when I want to be with you." You blinked up at him lovingly. He gave a small chuckle "very funny your not gonna cute your way out of this one but, sense it's Valentine's day I'll let it slide for today." You shrugged " I've missed you and I got impatient what can I say." Steven looked over his shoulder while unlocking the door. " I guess I can't blame you there. I missed you too."

The smell of the dinner you cooked wafted you and Stevens way as the door swung open. "Darling that smells wonderful." You grabbed Stevens hand and led him to the kitchen. "Let's celebrate we've waited long enough." After grabbing plates the both you dugg in to the pasta like wolves neither of you realized how hungry you where. "Oh Steven before I forget I want to give you your gift." Steven nodded "so do I" he ran to the closet and grabbed yours. While your pulled out his from your bag. "So can I give yours first?" You asked. "Yes love go ahead."

You handed him the little gift basket you made. His eyes lit up like a kids on Christmas. As he opened the Velvet box. "Oh it's a fountain pen. I've always wanted one of these. It's lovely thank you." You could feel your self blush again. "I know, you always talked about it and it made me think of you. once you get use to writing with it'll only work with the pressure that you use so it'll always remember you." Steve looked like he had hearts in his eyes. "I- love that's beautiful thank you this is one of the best gifts I've ever gotten." You gave him a kiss. "I'm glad you like it. I got you ink and some other stuff for it too." He handed his gift to you. "I can't wait to write with it and your gift I well, it's a thank you for listening to me rambling about egypt all the time." Opening the small jewelry box you pulled out a solid gold necklace with a bar of with what you assume to be a phrase in hieroglyphics. Steven cleared his throat while you stared at it in awe. "It's says I love you always. I know it's cheesy but, I really do love you and I thought Id get it in writing." You could feel tears well up in your eyes. "Oh Steven it's beautiful I'm never gonna take it off." You gave Steven a kiss while he put it on for you.

The rest of the night you and Steven stayed under the blanket you bought cuddling and making out while you watched movies. For the first valentines as a couple it turned out all right despite the bumps along the way.

#fanfic #moon knight imagine #reader insert #steven grant #steven grant x you

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vitasexualiiis · 8 months

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my happy place lately has been thinking about kunikida having a big ol' messy mental breakdown and katai taking care of him.

after the current manga arc, not knowing what else to do with himself as everyone recovers, kunikida goes to go check on katai.

he doesn't want to talk about what happened, doesn't gripe about katai's mess, doesn't complain about his coworkers.

instead, after a stilted greeting, he starts to pick up katai's house in relative silence, tidying like usual. he puts in his laundry. takes out his trash. scrubs his sink, though katai notices it's with a shaking, unsteady grip, too-smooth skin stretched over smooth white knuckles.

the doctor's had at him, again, katai realizes idly.

the silence is welcome, companionable, almost, but kunikida finds he can't stop thinking. about his job, his life, the people he'd failed, the fate of the world, his hands (or, rather, the nightmare of lacking them), and unable to keep it in anymore, he just...pauses, waits, and completely loses it. in a big way.

bigger and scarier than katai has ever seen him lose it before.

and, quietly and with surprising confidence, katai just...collects him. he pulls him gently down to his futon nest, holds him, and thinks, with the sureness of someone finally experiencing the inevitable, I can do this. I'll take care of you.

he figures, after a near-lifetime of kunikida playing maid and caretaker, that he can shoulder this. he wants to shoulder this. his clumsy hands and his malfunctioning brain don't work well enough to fold his laundry or do his dishes, but they're good enough to think of gentle reassurances as he rubs circles over kunikida's back.

after that, kunikida stays for a week.

(in a fit of bravery, katai calls the ADA for him and tells them he's not coming in. no, he doesn't know when he'll be back. yes, he's safe.)

and they just kind...of exist together, for awhile. kunikida reads and katai works a little. they nap. moments melt together and time stops existing, which, given the oppressive ticking clock that accompanied saving the entire world, kunikida is surprisingly happy to oblige.

his notebook goes mostly ignored, laying on the table with his fountain pen and keys.

they talk about nothing and everything, ordering food and enjoying the proximity, like when they were younger.

except that something is different now. or, rather, that something feels like it can't be ignored anymore. it's the elephant in the room that--during hormone-tinged sleepovers, during moments of sitting too close on a cold day, during the stolen times when they'd embraced after a crisis--would rear its inconvenient head only to sink quickly back into unconsciousness.

as they lay in companionable silence, katai's arms are heavy and solid around kunikida's waist. his body, softened and comfortable with his few extra pounds, is warm and solid along the length of kunikida's aching spine. the low hum of his voice, when he finally speaks again, tickles the nape of kunikida's neck, and for the first time in far too long, the shiver that wracks through him isn't one of fear or anger.

kunikida, despite all his height and lean muscle, despite the broadness of his shoulders, seems impossibly fragile since the last time katai's seen him. without the fire of purpose and righteous indignation holding him together, he's as loosely strung as a poorly-made doll, pliant and yielding under katai's careful, but familiar, touch.

his shuddering sigh, the shift of his hips, comes uncomfortably close to an invitation.

katai learns that kunikida is all too receptive to his wandering hands.

kunikida learns that katai is a surprisingly generous lover.

by the time the week is up, the urges they'd left so long ignored, heated with mutual inexperience, new and deliciously distracting, have settled into the quiet and easy and dependable rhythm of their friendship.

the time comes, though, when reality comes calling, and kunikida knows he can't put off leaving. he doesn't even want to think of the paperwork. hopefully ranpo doesn't smack him too hard for leaving the president without kunikida's very necessary help.

but as he's putting on his shoes to go rejoin the world, the boneless exhaustion finally replaced with resigned vigor, kunikida comments on the state of katai's slouching walls. a familiar complaint.

this time, though, katai mentions, idly and with a hint of implication, that he'd been considering buying a new place. one that didn't lean like a drunk and have cracks in the foundation big enough for crickets to get through.

one that's big enough for a guest. or a partner.

he doesn't tell kunikida that he'd only just thought of it now, but the surprised little smile that brightens kunikida's thoughtful face is enough to dissuade him from mentioning it.

with a surprisingly chaste kiss to katai's cheek, kunikida solemnly promises that he'll be back, and katai knows he will be, and when the door groans shut behind him, katai realizes he doesn't have any idea whatsoever how much house costs.

but...kunikida would know. it would be another good distraction, throwing himself into the task of helping katai pick something out. at the very least, it'd be a good excuse to keep him here for more than a few hours.

katai trusts him to find something with strong walls and room for bookshelves and a sink that kunikida didn't have to scrub so hard to get clean. maybe a trash chute. an electric dryer. a little window seat, where someone could sit and write, if they wanted to.

and, most of all, space enough for a guest. or a partner.

for kunikida, if katai could get him to stay.

somewhere that, when kunikida came home each day, face tight and shoulders tense, katai could, if he remembered, draw him a bath and drag him off to bed.

he could do that much. remember to fill the bath. probably.

somewhere new and exciting and eventually as familiar as kunikida's life and body entwined with his.

somewhere that could be home, finally, for the both of them.

#kunikatai #kunikida #katai #these two goobers could make it work i swear #katai is Bad At Most Things but we see that he WILL go out of his way for his boy doppo #also you know he has NO concept of how much anything costs given that he's living so frugally and makes bank #katai: how much could a nice house cost? one billion million yen? two?#vita.txt #i guess this counts as #fic #my fic #it's more purple musing but hey whatever

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eggbunni · 3 months

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💖 Pink desk aesthetic ✨

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araiz-zaria · 1 year

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#why does this one have no music link you ask?#this one's just a companion piece to begin with 😅🙈#drawing #original art #manga #illustration #pen and ink #traditional art #fountain pen #fan art #napoleonic #napoleonic era #michel ney #marshal ney #ahdjfjkfjfj sorry that I wasn't so thorough with both him and gouv's clothes 🙃🙈🙈#only something vaguely resembling *that* era 🥲#I wanted him to look melancholic but he ended up looking like *that* 😅😅🙈

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selfconsciousfangirl · 9 months

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Free fountain ink samples for you

I have a few fountain pen ink samples ready to go to a new home.

(I have a few fountain pen ink samples that I’ve ended up purchasing a full bottle of).

I also have a tiny amount of empty sample bottles, so I can mail samples of other inks on my collection.

This is the list of available samples. This is a link to my fountain pen companion page. I’ll try to add pictures of any inks in my collection you’re interested in.

Send me a DM or simply reply to this post letting me know which inks you’re interested in. You can DM me your mailing address or email me at fosfomifira at gmail dot com

#fountain pen ink #fountain pen lover me #stationery lover me #texto

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alby-rei · 2 years

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Moonlight Waltz (Comte x Reader)

a/n: My dear Chase, this may come as a surprise since it’s been so long since you sent me your request! I know you like some angst in your reads, so I hope it’s to your liking! I combined the original prompt with one from @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767‘s Valentine event prompts, which greatly inspired me to write this story.

Wordless “I love you” Prompts #15: Calming them down when they have a bad dream

+ Be My Valentine Feb 11 Prompt: Dancing with each other while no one is around

[Requested by]; @crystal13unny

[Characters]: You, Comte

[Word count]: ~800 words

[Tags]: established relationship, fluff, comfort, lil angsty Comte

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The scratching sound of the fountain pen was le Comte’s only companion in his room, at the late hour he dedicated to responding to his letters. The stack beside him hailed from all sorts of connections he had made—some during the 19th century and some even older. The routine of it became a chore to him, but one that he intended to keep. Le Comte reminisced back to a time when receiving a letter was the highlight of his day, especially one that arrived from a friend abroad.

As time passed beyond the span of a human lifetime, his enthusiasm for letters from his human connections waned. More times than he would like to admit, letters from so-and-so friend would cease to arrive without explanation; or rather, without written explanation. How bittersweet it had become for him to wait for a response. The more he looked forward to it, the stronger was his grief when it never arrived. He would learn through experience that he would rather hold onto the hope of waiting than to seek the reason for their discontinued contact.

Ink dripped from le Comte’s pen, hovering frozen in place above the letter. He would need to restart, but he could not stand being in the room that had overfilled with his sorrowful thoughts. A change of scenery was in order.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Strange visions haunted your dreams and robbed you of the desire to go back to sleep. The silence in the halls indicated that most of the resident night owls retreated to their dens. With a drink in your hand and a book tucked under your arm, you pushed the lounge door open, surprised to find that the lights were already on. Peeking in, you caught sight of le Comte.

“Chérie. What brings you here so late in the evening?”

The head of the mansion sat relaxed into the cushions of the armchair, accompanied by a stack of letters on the coffee table in front of him. You sat across from him, setting your drink on the table a safe distance away from those important-looking letters he’s got.

“I could ask you the same,” you replied. “Looks like we had the same idea to do some nightly reading. What have you got there?”

“This is, hm…”

He pursed his lips as he looked back at the letter in his hand. There was a sad glint in his eyes, the way one looks at an old photograph in nostalgia.

He continued, “Oh, this collection contains all sorts of things; invitations, well wishes, and a few marriage proposals that were meant for Leonardo, but alas. They end up in my hands, all the same.”

“Sounds like a chore,” you remarked.

“For many people, that would be the case. But truly it makes me happy to receive news from my friends. But enough about me, what about you, dear? Are you alright?” Le Comte pushed the stack aside to give you his full attention.

You thought back to the nightmare that led you here. Much of your memory was blurry at best by now, which was probably a good thing.

“I woke up from a bad dream. I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I decided to find myself an evening distraction.”

You held up the book you picked up from the library. Comte’s eyes shone with recognition, and he shared with you how and where he had acquired it. He confessed that he hadn’t read it yet and asked if you would do him the honor of reading to him. You laughed sheepishly, not knowing what to say. Then, he walked towards the gramophone beside your couch.

“Would you care for a dance? It’s been so long since we’ve last danced together.”

“Right here? Won’t the music wake everyone up?” you asked.

“Rest assured that it will not,” he replied.

Soft music streamed into the room, just loud enough to be heard in the lounge. Neither of you were particularly dressed for the occasion—barefoot and clad in nightwear fit for sleep. But he didn’t care about that when he extended his hand to you. Likewise, you accepted his hand with a curtsy.

Away from the furniture, the two of you swayed with the melody. His eyes sparkled with fondness for you the entire time, his past melancholies forgotten. Images of you in various dresses danced across his mind’s eye. Neither of you tired of dancing, even as the early rays of the morning slowly made their way through the tall windows.

Le Comte may not be able to put to rest his weary mind when it comes to his past, but he knows that he can look forward to a brighter future with you by his side.

#ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire comte #comte de saint-germain #ikemen vampire #ikevamp fanfic #comte x reader #comte x you #comte x mc #alby one-shots

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