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kumeramen · 2 months
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They're having book discussion~
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alaboadoa · 6 months
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ೃ⁀➷ MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE ★
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a/n: fluff!! neuvillette being a touch starved loser (affectionate) + lots of terms of endearment. happy belated neuvillette day! may all neuvillette wanters be neuvillette havers ≧◡≦
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Neuvillette can't stand coming home if not into your arms.
The deafening silence of a sleeping home drives him mad. It used to be welcomed after his terribly loud days. Now only serves to remind him of the millennium he spent alone, of the heartbreak he had to endure with no one to hold him, and of the growing emptiness within his heart long before he knew you.
It's unlike him to come home so late, but duty calls and as the Iudex of Fontaine he must go wherever summoned.
For days he has come home well into the latest hours of the night, sliding off his shoes in the darkness of the hall and allowing the silence to swallow him up whole. Five unbearably long days of missing your smile greeting him at the door, hands all over his face and squeezing his cheeks until he nudges them away in lieu of kissing you hello.
He expects tonight to be the same. It's so late that there was not a single soul wandering the streets of the city, no one awake to witness the very tired, very cranky Chief Justice.
You always find a way to defy his expectations.
The hall is quiet when he cracks open the front door. Crushing loneliness swells in his chest and sinks into the pit of his stomach when he realizes that you must have gone to bed long ago, as anyone sane would do. But then there's a click, followed by a small flame dancing in the dark.
You ignite an array of candles one by one, each additional glow illuminating your beautiful face in warm light. Neuvillette can't stop the hitching of his breath, nor the confusion knitted through his brows.
"What are you doing awake?"
You know he doesn't mean to scold you. Soft laughter fills his ears as you saunter over to him slowly. Realization crashes down on him as you approach, allowing him to see closer what has kept you up.
"Happy birthday, my love."
It's so late that midnight passed hours ago. He hadn't even realized amongst all the chaos of his work that the 17th had come and gone, making way for his birthday.
Only you would remember. It was a talent you had, memorizing every detail about him that sometimes even he lost track of.
("Neuvillette, dear, I picked up some dark roast on the way home today." He didn't even realize he had run out.
"Welcome home, I made ragout!" He wasn't aware he was craving it until you brought it up.
"Do you want this?" It's the last cookie in the bag, saved especially for him because you know it's from his favourite bakery in town.)
He leans in and blows out his candles, eyes never leaving yours as he blinks at you slowly. You look so beautiful even now, in the dimly moonlit hall. Darkness envelops your bodies again and yet he never tears his gaze away. Not even for a moment.
"Now put the cake down, please."
"Hm?" Your head tilts, clearly confused by his request.
"So I can hold you," he quickly explains, fingers itching at his sides because of how much he aches to hug you.
You gently set the cake down on the entrance table before you get scooped into a warm embrace, pressed snuggly to his chest as he memorizes the outline of your body against his once more.
"I've missed you, my dear," he says, face burrowed into the crook of your neck.
"It's only been a couple days," you laugh, and then remind him: "I see you every day at lunch."
"No, this is different." He pulls away slightly, forehead pressed against yours as he looks into your eyes. There's something in there— vulnerability and love all mixed into a beautiful purple harmony. "I miss coming home into your arms after long days," he admits.
"Oh, love," you breathe, reaching up to cup his face the way he's so used to. "Things will settle down again soon."
His eyes close as he savours your presence, soaking up all the affection you're giving him in his moment of weakness. You've always spoiled him.
"I suppose so," he agrees, a smile finally settling on his lips. Your thumb runs along it, tracing the curve of his happiness. There's a beat of silence before you open your mouth again.
"What did you wish for?" You ask curiously, voice growing quieter as you lean in to kiss him. And the answer he gives comes naturally.
Neuvillette has always wished for things he read about in novels; imaginary promises of treasure and desire and fame, sealed with the wispy smoke of blown out birthday candles. He isn't even sure if he has ever actually wanted any of those. But as he looks at you, with the slow beating of his heart and the brushing of your lips against him, he can't think of a single thing he could want more than this.
"I did not wish for anything," he tells you honestly, giving your waist a squeeze. "I already have everything I could ever want."
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yunogf · 2 months
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Valentine's Day circa 1997
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dmsr-art · 3 months
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gideon holding a lamb like jesus
(available as a print here)
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lemon-wedges · 2 years
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Sm....smoker on the balcony.....
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mxrtified777 · 3 months
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blondes do it better 💜💜💜
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psymachine · 4 months
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hear me out: you, me, dennis, and god all know he looks good in lingerie, but maybe he's a little bit unsure what mac "the problem is you're into all that early 80s glam rock femme shit; definitely had masc4masc in his grindr profile" mcdonald will think of it
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emry-stars-art · 4 months
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That’s it, first person to draw aftg mers or royals for me gets a cuddle/kiss chibi request they want done next thing
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minhtblue · 1 year
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🎮💖 happy birthday, nanami!!  💖🍰
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kitconnor · 6 months
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@lgbtqcreators creator bingo — romance
happy birthday dearest mia, @henwilsons ♡
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cactuslester · 2 months
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phil lester: then ⤐ now
happy 37th birthday @amazingphil!!!
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kumeramen · 3 months
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Drawing my fav One Piece characters 🦌🐯📚
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Hen: We told you to keep him out of the station while we decorate for his surprise party.
Chim: And you heard have sex with Eddie!?
Buck: In my defense, he tricked me.
Eddie: How did I trick you?
Buck: You said the only way to stop you was to “fuck you so good, you couldn't walk” and yet here you are, still standing.
Eddie: In my defense, I was really confident in my theory. I still am, by the way, you should definitely try again. For science.
Buck: Fine, but only in the name of science.
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ayoedebiris · 10 months
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happy birthday to the robin to my steve <3 @natalia-dyer​ 
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9474s0ul · 1 year
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Welp I only got two drawings to post.
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-but when I return or perhaps steal my cousin's wifi, I can post more.
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angelsdean · 2 months
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thinking abt mary's storage locker from 14x11 (an episode that aired on dean's bday btw) and how the combo to her storage locker is 1-24-67. the wiki says it's 1-24-79 but the screenshot from the ep shows the last two numbers are actuall 67 like, uh, the impala year. which just makes it even more of a deancoded number imo. like that would be dean's passcode of everything tbh
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anyways feeling emo abt mary's go-to numbers being her first born's bday and the impala's year
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