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"Flushed Away" reference
I think this is so neat and to all my trans followers - if you ever need help remembering just how valid and real you are, please look at this!
Happy Trans Day of Visibility to you all, trans people have always existed and will always exist, you're valid and loved and completely accepted with me and I support and love you to the moon and back and beyond.
Ahh not sure if I'm allowed to request something else, especially so soon (thank you so much for that amazing Gilbert fic btw). But if it isn't too much trouble, may I request prompt 14 from the gesture prompts ("Pressing tiny kisses against your lover’s shoulder while they’re bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.") + Chevalier please? Thank you and take care and don't overwork yourself <3 <3 <3
A/N: Happy Belated Birthday, Chevalier 🎈
This is a really old request (sorry @atelieredux that it took me forever and a day to do it 🙈 )
Chevalier x Reader, fluff
Word Count: 772
Chevalier is bent over his desk, working by pale, yellow lamp light. Outside the sky is painted with swathes of stars and one big, bright full moon, doing its best to compete with all the starshine. He, of course, has no time to admire the view. He is busy, always busy, a mind that works ten steps ahead of everyone else’s and never seems to tire.
Your approach is quiet, footsteps muted by the soft, plush carpet. But of course, he knows you are there. He heard you the moment you entered the room. He could smell the soft scent of your bath soap and hear the whisper of your floor-length nightgown. He even knows by the sound which one it is, a confection of white silk and pale blue lace, a remembrance from the last time you traveled to Benitoite.
You finally stop behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. He is stripped down to the soft white and gold tunic he wears to sleep and you can feel the way his muscles respond to your touch under the fabric, tightening slightly as if surprised. He does not stop writing, his white feathered quill making neat, copious notes in the margins of the document in front of him. Leaning forward, you glance at what he is doing.
“Why are you bothering with this? Clavis said he finished drafting this yesterday.” It was a letter to the merchant’s guild, something that fell within his brother’s realm of responsibility.
The quill continues to move, light scratching noises flying from the sharpened tip.
“Clavis’s writing requires a second, third and often fourth revision before it is ready for approval.”
You watch him work another moment, eyes wandering over the orderly, slanted handwriting. And then your lips curve into a slow, almost mischievous smile.
You want his attention.
You have an idea.
You slide your hands across the tops of his shoulders and then down, the corded muscles of his upper arms, tangible through the soft material of his shirt. Bending, you place a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
The quill pauses its tireless writing. “You have eyes. You see I am working.” It resumes its scratching.
“My eyes are closed, my king.” Your voice is the soft, cloying whisper of satin as it slithers to the ground. You drop another kiss onto his right shoulder, this time a few centimeters more to the left. Closer to his neck.
The quill stops again. “Perhaps you should open them, wife.” His words are chiding but you feel the way his body is responding, as if your kisses have started a humming in his muscles, an involuntary purring in his veins. You smile against his shoulder, warmth coiling its way around your heart, meeting the butterfly-wings of excitement you still get whenever you are close to him.
“I’m quite content.” You press another kiss further to the left. The quill is still poised above the parchment, but unmoving. His beautiful, sculpted hand reminds you of marble, strength and elegance in perfect balance. Anyone else, and you would think they are fully immune to your touch. But he is not anyone. He is Chevalier Michel and you have just gotten him to stop writing.
His resolve is precariously close to the edge. Time for the necessary push.
Your fingers curl into the muscles of his arm and your head turns as you lean even closer, your lower body pressed into the hard wood of his chair as you place a kiss against the exposed skin of his neck. You linger invitingly, your lips traveling the line of his heartbeat, the one whose pace is quickening by virtue of your distraction.
The quill flutters from his fingers to the desk, tiny droplets of ink scattering in its wake.
Edge, meet Chevalier.
He moves with the fluidity of a large feline. One moment you're kissing his neck, the next your feet leave the carpet and the room tilts as you are scooped up into strong arms with such speed that you gasp, half in surprise and half in delight, as he strides towards the bed.
“You have distracted the king from his work, simpleton. That cannot go unpunished.” You hear the heat in his words, see the smile that pulls on his tempting lips.
Unceremoniously you are tossed onto the bed. You scramble to push yourself up on your elbows, watching him with bright eyes and cantering heart as he reaches down, pulling his tunic over his head in a single, graceful movement. And then his long, lean body is covering yours and your hands are winding through the moonlight of his hair.
Triumph flows through you, riding growing waves of want.
If this is punishment, may you always be guilty.
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eyo I found an online rotatable 3D Sidon model!!! good for ref ✨
right click and hold to rotate, left click and hold to grab him and pan around. Scroll wheel button to zoom in and out, space bar to reset.
One of the few things that ordering groceries online robs me of is the chance to be around children. A little kid almost bumped into me then just went wide-eyed and said woah. Are you supposed to be that tall? Then wandered away before I could come up with anything to say.
Enjoy this lil gif I made :)
If we all work together, we can strap Starscream to a rocket and launch him into the vacuum of space. It'll require a lot of duct tape, but I think we can do it! You in?
the most babygirl in the BAU; david rossi
Our moon, thank you for always watching over us and sharing your words of wisdom with us ♡ I hope your day is as wonderful and lovely as you!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM SEOKJIN (1992.12.04)
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Can you draw a picture of Jerome with his dad?( K1 principal) Please!They are my favorite kindergarten characters!🥺🙏💐
sorry it took so long i didnit know what do draw😞😞😞