#It's not perfect but it's done and I am proud of it

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Cat-Levi

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 6)

A Levi x reader fanfic

Crossposted from AO3

A/n: New chapter alert!

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 2.2k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

The office door fell shut with a clang. Levi tossed the envelope onto the desk, then turned around to face you. You expected him to scold you, but he said nothing. He just stood there and stared at you, one foot tapping the floor in an irritated manner, like he was waiting for something. The silence was hard for you to bear.

"So I take it the drawings are not to your liking, then?" you asked tentatively.

"Now what gave you that impression?" he deadpanned.

"Maybe the way you immediately ordered me into your office after seeing them? Though I guess it could also be to express admiration for my outstanding artistry in private…"

"Certainly not," he huffed. He was scowling again.

"Didn't think so," you murmured. So much for lightening the mood. He really was angry, after all. Maybe you should work on defending yourself.

"You asked to see them, I gave them to you. I did exactly as you told me. So what's the problem, exactly? I can't read your mind."

"Tch," he made. "Guess I need to spell it out for you."

"That would be nice," you said. Though you could already imagine what it was.

"The problem is…this." He pulled out the topmost drawing from the envelope and pushed it in your direction without looking at it. "Why am I like that?"

You gave it a quick glance. He was leaning against the wall, one hand up in his hair, making his bared chest muscles stretch. You had put a lot of attention to detail in there, so you were quite proud of it.

"Shirtless, you mean?"

He nodded, his jaw tense.

"It's a very popular theme with the ladies. I already told you these were all commissions. They want to see what you look like underneath your uniform."

He scoffed. "That's none of their business. Besides, how would you know? You've never even seen me shirtless."

"You are right, I haven't, so there might be some inaccuracies. I'm usually really meticulous, so this has been bothering me for a while, if you must know. I think I got the muscles about right, in fact I really put my heart into those abs...but you probably have some scars that I don't know about, right? Why don't you show me?"

You looked at him expectantly, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"What?!" he asked, dumbfounded. He even forgot to scowl for a moment. "Please? Just a quick peek?"

"No."

"I just want to know if I got it right," you pouted. "At least tell me."

"No."

"Then don't complain if the drawings aren't perfect next time."

His eyes narrowed. "There won't be a next time."

"Right," you mumbled. "I know."

"You apparently don't."

"These really were just drawings I had left from before. What was I supposed to do with them? Burn them?"

"Yes," Levi said.

"Do they really make you that uncomfortable?" you asked.

"They do."

"Okay," you said. "I'll burn them. They make you uncomfortable, so I'll burn them all. Satisfied?"

Levi didn't say anything. He just glared at you, arms crossed over his chest. You could tell he was still mad.

"I am sorry," you said softly.

He nodded. "When you're done burning those drawings, clean the stables. Be thorough. I'll check."

"What? That's gonna take so long!"

"This is nonnegotiable."

"But–"

"You're not happy with your punishment?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

You nodded furiously. "I don't think it's fair." "Fine. After the stables, you will now also do the women's barracks. Not just your room, but all of them."

Your eyes grew big. "You can't even check those," you muttered defiantly.

"I'll ask someone to do it for me. You're lucky, they probably won't have the same standards."

"This is impossible to do in a day," you pouted. "Not that I'm not happy with the punishment. 'Cause I am," you added quickly. You didn't want him to come up with more.

"You have all week," Levi said. He almost sounded amused. His face was back to his usual cool expression.

"Deal." You took the envelope with the drawings from the table, then hesitated, biting your lip. "Levi?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll still have teatime later, right?"

"Of course. Don't be an idiot."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

– –

"Of course he would need to have black, shiny fur", you giggled to yourself as you sat hunched over a piece of paper in a quiet corner of Hange's lab, adding some sparkles to show just how clean it was.

Instead of watching over a very slow, probably very important experiment, like you were supposed to, you were completely absorbed in perfecting your current drawing, which depicted a somewhat irritated-looking cat. Naturally, it wasn't just any cat. You were trying to capture the very essence of Levi Ackerman, distilling it into the shape of the animal on the paper in front of you.

This was your latest plan to get around his order which banned you from making or selling drawings of him. You had to be extra careful after he had chewed you out last time. You'd never seen him so mad. Well, it certainly hadn't helped when you asked him to take off his shirt. He had you scrubbing floors for all of last week. You were finally done with it, and you certainly had no desire to repeat that anytime soon. But you still found it impossible not to wonder whether your portrayal of him had been accurate. (Maybe he'd show you when he wasn't so mad.)

"Don't look at me like that", you mumbled to Cat-Levi, suddenly feeling a little guilty under his reproachful gaze.

"Don't you know I'm doing this all for you?"

If you wanted to be able to afford Levi's birthday present, you had no choice but to resort to methods like these. Surely he would understand. Better yet, he would never find out in the first place.

You nodded at the picture, satisfied. It was still in its draft stage, but it was getting there. In fact, it was kind of cute, and the longer you looked at it, the cuter it became.

"You're so precious," you gushed. "I wish you were real." Your face broke into a massive grin as you imagined what Cat-Levi would actually be like.

Chortling, you started to scribble a list of traits underneath it.

Smol

You don't choose him. He chooses you.

Perpetually grumpy (secretly a big softie but likes to keep the people around him on their toes)

Hits you with his cute little paws when you disturb him while he's sleeping

Hits you when you try to pet him without his permission

If he wants pets, he approaches you first. Then you have to give him attention. If you don't - you guessed it - he'll pout and hit you (with a cute little paw of course)

Is not afraid to draw blood (but with his special chosen person, he hits them paw only without any claws)

Others when they disturb them? They get it bad.

Did I already mention his cute little paws?

Cleanly as fuck. Don't disturb him while he's grooming himself. He will be your enemy.

Has trouble sleeping but when his chosen person is there with him he can relax

Hates being picked up. It makes him feel smol. Never make him feel smol.

Looves head scritches

Loves gourmet cat food. He's a luxury babe. (But if it comes from his favorite person, he will accept anything they feed him.)

You were so immersed in your writing that you didn't even notice Levi leaning in the doorway.

He watched you as you sat in front of the bubbling flasks, bent over your notes, your face hidden behind a curtain of your hair. Your pen was scratching furiously over the paper, exuding an air of productivity and concentration. He was almost impressed.

Then you giggled.

All of his illusions were shattered in an instant. Clearly, you were doing anything but working.

He approached you with a scowl on his face, already suspecting the worst.

"Are you drawing me again?"

You looked up, startled at the sudden presence, but your wide grin remained in place.

"Nooo! It's just a cat. Not everything's about you, you know."

You ostentatiously pushed the drawing over to him, trying to show him that you had nothing to hide. "See?"

Levi peered down at the cat which sat there with a wrinkled nose, its irritated gaze mirroring his own.

"Tch."

Your smile grew even wider. "Buut, now that you're here…lend me a hand, will you? I need help coming up with a name for this cat! What would you name him?"

You held out the drawing to him. He didn't take it. "Shouldn't you be working?" He motioned to the experiment set up in front of you.

"Ah, that," you said, like you had only just remembered it. "Nothing's been happening for the past three hours. I think it's a bust." You extended your hand even further, waggling the sheet of paper right under his nose.

"Come on, it will only take a second. Then I will get back to watching this thing like a hawk, I promise!"

Levi begrudgingly accepted the drawing and read the notes with raised eyebrows. "Who would even like this cat?"

You gasped, clutching at your chest in horror. "Excuse me? I do! Everyone does. He's precious, okay? You wouldn't know true cuteness even if it hit you in the face."

"I think I would," he said, giving you a glance.

"Obviously not. He's like, the definition of cute." You were pouting. "So, did you come up with a name?"

"Hellspawn," he said dryly.

"Noo, that's so mean! That's not even a real name."

"Fine." Levi sighed. He was quiet for a while, thinking. You looked at him expectantly.

"Herbert," he said finally, his tone serious.

You burst out laughing.

"What?" He frowned. "You wanted a real name. I gave you one."

"No, no, it's great, really. You're absolutely right," you tried to appease him.

"Herbert it is then."

Of course, this was just his undercover name. He would always be a Levi to you.

You took the paper from him and added a bowl, lovingly writing 'Herbert' on it in cursive letters.

When you were done, Levi was still standing there with his arms crossed.

You shot him a questioning look. "So, why did you come here? Did you want something?"

"Just wondering why you were late."

"Late?" You took out your pocket watch. It was just after 4 o'clock. "Oh, it's teatime already? I can't believe I almost missed it! I totally lost track of time." You jumped up from your seat. "Let's go!"

"What happened to watching your experiment with hawk eyes?"

You winced, visibly deflated as the excitement drained from your body. "You're right", you mumbled. "I did say that…" Why had you promised that, again?

You slumped back into the chair, eyes fixed on the flasks. They were still bubbling happily, almost as if they were mocking you.

Hange had told you to watch the experiment until they got back. It had seemed easy enough, while also giving you the perfect excuse to get out of today's training. You just never would've imagined they'd take this long.

"Go on without me…" you said in a dramatic, choked up voice.

Levi snorted. He pulled up a chair. "Don't be stupid. You'll get withdrawal symptoms." He knew how you got when you didn't have your afternoon tea. It wasn't pretty.

"These your notes?" He pointed at the lab journal.

You stared at him. It certainly looked like he was offering to watch the experiment for you. But that couldn't be right. You had to be dreaming again. Or hallucinating. It had been a while since you'd had your last tea. Maybe these were some new withdrawal symptoms? Still, you had to make sure.

"Don't tell me… You would give up on teatime for me?"

"Go before I change my mind."

"Wow. For real? Thank you!" You beamed at him. "I'm honestly so touched. You're the best, you know that? The best!"

You bent forward to give him a little kiss on the cheek. His eyes widened.

"I really don't know what I'd do without you," you went on, still smiling cheerfully, before getting up from your chair.

Levi cleared his throat. He wasn't looking at you. "I have work to do. So don't take too long."

"Of course not," you reassured him. "I'll be right back. You won't even notice I was gone."

He rolled his eyes. That was a blatant lie. You always took your time with tea, savoring every last drop.

You were already at the door when you suddenly turned back around.

"I just want you to know…"

"What?" Levi asked.

"I'll never forget your glorious sacrifice," you declared solemnly.

Before he could answer, you were already out the door.

Levi looked after you, absently bringing a hand up to his cheek.

"Tch. Always so dramatic," he grumbled to himself, but his gaze was soft.

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran, @leviiheichou, @huffleruffplant, @shutupp1, @iifrui, @shakysif, @ickearmn

[erasinglines]

although he hadn't expected this, coming here tonight, now that they're here, like this, he doesn't think there's ever been a better place for them to end up. it reminds him of the invisible string that's always bound them to one another, that's transcended time and distance, always a tug, that pulls them back together— and like a moth drawn to the flame, he returns, each and every time. and he's glad he has, now, with their bodies flush, when she's looking up at him like that, taking in the curve of her smile, drinking in her features, up this close; something he's never forgotten, no, but something he appreciates, being able to reacquaint himself with her. soon, he can feel his own features mirroring the look on hers, a soft smile, one that's only ever been reserved for her, nestling against his lips as she echoes his words back to him. every fiber of his being feels alive, rekindled by the spark that never truly died between them, as though the very essence of him has been revived in her presence, the flame of their loved never truly extinguished, merely smoldering in the background of their lives. he closes his eyes, as she finishes with the buttons on his shirt, as the barrier of the material falls away, savouring the sensation of the tender kisses she presses against his flesh. perfect wasn't a title he's ever felt worthy of, not when he's made so many mistakes, especially when it's come to them, to her, but he tries to believe it, allows himself to, right now, at least, being in her comfort, the place he's always belonged. breath hitches, the further her fingers explore, and his heart swells simultaneously, as she speaks of her appreciation for him. outside of here, he’d shrug it off, remind her that’s just what they do for one another, what they’ve always done, since they first came into each other’s lives. but here, he wants her to know that he doesn’t take it for granted, this time with her, that he wants it just as badly. “ of course i would. it’s… you, you know? i’d do anything for you, ” even if so much has changed between them, that sentiment never will. and it’s as if the words are ripped directly from his chest, authentic and raw. “ would go anywhere for you— you’re… everything to me, dev. ” and for tonight, at least, she was all his. as the words leave his lips, it all clicks into place for him; this night they had, as one. decides that he doesn’t want to wait any longer, then, the hand at her back tracing gently along her spine, until it reaches her shoulders, his free hand coming to join, so he can slip the straps of her dress off of each. leaning forward, he presses his lips to her skin, a gentle kiss, before he allows himself to do the same along the curve of her neck, her jaw, finding his way back to her lips. feels lucky that she meets him there, and he returns the kiss just as fervently, his tongue tangling with hers in a silent confession of his own longing; their bodies aligned, hearts echoing each other’s rhythms. his hand comes to rest atop of hers, at the button of his pants, not to stop her, but just to pause, lips breaking away from hers to let out a breathy chuckle. “ help me get you out of yours first, ” he whispers, fingers already trying to find the zipper on her dress. “ otherwise, we’re totally uneven and i just… god, need to touch you, to make you feel good, to know that this is real, ” to make it better than his imagination, all that he’s thought of, over the years. his own pleasure is heightened from her own, anyway. “ want to congratulate you for tonight, really… show you how proud i am of you, how much i’ve missed you. ”

safe to say she didn’t expect this, upon seeing him earlier— of course, she felt that same buzz of attraction at first sight, spending half the night wishing to have their lips intertwined just like they were now, but she held no expectation that this would happen, that they would end up like this, undoing each and every button of his shirt in the bedroom they once shared. she’s been desperately trying to ignore it, especially since they couldn’t, but it’s always present— that need for him, that desire to be close. this was inevitable, she thinks; they couldn’t ever deny it for long. electricity blooms beneath his touch against her back, the current flowing all the way to where his hand rests. it pools there, as he tugs her against him, attempting to stifle a sigh as her own hips press further into him, too, seeking contiguity, closeness. only craves it further at his affirmation, hearing him call her perfect— a word she would never associate with herself, but wants to believe, when it comes from him. it causes a soft smile to tug at her cheeks as she looks up at him, gaze overflowing with tenderness as it travels across his features, to all the pieces of him she missed so much. god, she missed everything about him. every single fucking thing. that’s why she’s holding on so tightly, now, taking her time— she couldn’t bear to think about saying goodbye, to be forced to wait such a long time to see him in person again. so she won’t, instead focusing on finishing the last of the buttons of his shirt, fingers sliding beneath it to pull it off his frame. wastes no time in exploring the newly exposed flesh as fingertips graze along his sides, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his clavicle, lips trailing across the bone. “ fuck, that’s what i was gonna say, ” she teases, muttering the words between kisses. “ you really are, though, ” a beat passes, only to press a tender kiss to the spot on his chest where she imagines his heart might be located. “ so perfect. ” in every single way, in every sense of the word. there would never be anyone better, in her eyes. tilts her head up to look at him, then, as her fingers move down his stomach, towards the waistband of his pants. her gaze is filled with nothing but admiration, with love— honestly, part of her thinks she could cry, right now, with all she feels for him. “ i still can’t believe you came all this way for me, for one night, ” she murmurs, teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment, trying to contain all that swells inside her. “ i think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me. ” and he’s always been there, from the very beginning, it seems, supporting her, encouraging her, believing in her, even when her own family didn’t, even when she didn’t, herself. she doesn’t know how she could ever repay him for that, but she’ll try, for the rest of her life. lips ache to return to his, suddenly, and she doesn’t waste another second before she’s kissing him, again, albeit a little more fervently, this time, tongue slipping into his mouth, uttering a soft sigh as needy, shaky, digits begin to work at the button of his pants. “ want to show you how much it means to me, how much i appreciate it, you, ” she breathes, practically panting against him. “ i want you so fucking bad, miller. ”

[frootwhoops]

title: That One Date

pairing: House x Cuddy x Wilson, Hudson

description: During 03X19, this takes place when House gives Wilson the two tickets saying, “Maybe there’s someone you wanna see naked.”

warnings: usual house's jerk behavior, this is somewhat fluff? Idk.

***

For @sourjabloki @housemdanniversary

***

Wilson let out a heavy sigh as he stared blankly on his patient’s chart for an hour now. He keeps thinking what’s House trying to convey to him? What is he cooking now?

The misanthrope clearly knows that he is not seeing anyone at the moment and he, James Wilson, is taking a break from any romantic relationship.

Another sigh left his lips as his fingers slowly danced on the paper that he should be signing now. A knock wakes him from his trance, as if a solution is being served to him so he could be put in peace… or this is House playing him. It should be because there is no other reason for House’s generosity and now, Cuddy entering his office is a perfect timing that it screams suspicious.

“Wilson, I need that budget report today. You okayed me yesterday and I expected the folder to be laying prettily on my desks earlier this morning. Are you okay? I didn’t receive treatment plans and orders about your recent patient too. What’s going on?”

If he ever thinks of deflecting the situation, he is too late. Cuddy already made herself comfortable on his couch with her composure screaming, ‘Spill your guts out or I’ll make you.’

He stares pathetically in Cuddy’s eyes and says, “Nothing.”

Cuddy’s lips twisted into a smile but not those sweet and innocent smiles, it is a malicious one. “James Wilson. I need you to keep your sanity together. I won’t push you to say anything to me about your personal conflicts but I need you to deal with them.” The oncologist scratches his nape and avoids looking at Cuddy.

“I know. I’ll get the reports done at the end of the day.” He forces a smile and when Cuddy smoothened the creases on her skirt, a thought dawned on him. His palm began to sweat and his throat went dry, he repeatedly reminded himself to not panic over asking Cuddy to accompany him on a play.

“Are you busy?” Cuddy stood up and opened her mouth to fire her response away. But Wilson rises from his seat as well and he slowly approaches her.

“I-I know you are busy of course. But I have these tickets to a play and… do you want to come with me?” Cuddy is waiting for a cue that will indicate that this is a mere stunt to antagonize her for unknown reasons but none of it came.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” She inquired quietly as if everything would vanish if she raised her voice.

“I am. As a friend of course… Unless you are busy, which is fine. I totally get it.” He rambles and rambles as he paces back and forth.

“Wilson. Wilson! Shut up. Okay. I am going with you.” Cuddy is still skeptical but she is testing the waters. For now, she will go with the flow and will attack at the right time.

“Y-You are? Okay.” He smiled like a golden retriever; a smile that would make the eyes go thin as a line, the nose crunching, and the lips that would move so softly. The kind of expression that will make your heart melt.

Cuddy’s brow went up as if she was not expecting such a reaction from him. Wilson walked towards her, squinting at her little figure.

“Wait. You.” He pointed a finger at Cuddy and she just tongue her cheeks and looked everywhere but the man, guilty.

“You don’t actually believe me? You think that I am messing with you.” The dean of medicine dismissed him by patting his arm, an indication that she is done with the conversation. 

“Why?” His expressions remained the same and the woman rolled her eyes.

“Cuddy.” There’s a hint of forcefulness in his voice that made Cuddy fully put her attention to him.

“So you don’t think we can be a thing huh?” He stated in a matter of fact.

“Well-”

“Why?” The man doesn’t know where he is getting the courage he is summoning but he feels quite proud of himself for flustering his intimidating boss.

“Well. Before you cut me off, I did not expect you to be asking me on a date that you well put together and I quote: as a friend.” He can feel that the dean of medicine is treading this response for him.

A moment passed between them before Wilson make a segue to squash the awkwardness away.

“Okay. I'll be giving you the reports later. I’ll pick you up at 9:00PM?”

“Okay.”

***

After House and Wilson’s shenanigans: the flowers and going insane about liking Cuddy. The misanthrope did not stop tearing his two friends from having a romantic relationship. 

Greg House is actually frightened as if Cuddy and Wilson dating would be the cause of human extinction.

After the head of oncologist's little art therapy for Cuddy failed, it's been two weeks and Wuddy seems to be going stronger. House must put a stop to all of it. Wilson's not tolerating him on a normal basis and Cuddy ignores his offending humor which further offends him. 

Wilson's pattern is: act like a nice friend, care for your well-being, cater your needs, and when you are finally attached and comfortable that's when he will yank himself away from you. At least, that's how House comprehended the information from his friend's ex after the condo stunt he pulled.

Now, based on his observations, Wilson's making Cuddy relax every time he sees her.

It's lunch time and he cannot find his dear friend. The last time House checked, when the boy wonder is MIA, he'll be trying to nail their boss. This time, cancer boy is making a move in the cafeteria.

“Whoopsie. Sorry to interrupt. Don't mind the cripple doctor.” He sarcastically jab at the two as he perfectly seated himself on Wilson's side.

He grabs some fries from Wilson and tries to snatch Cuddy’s orange juice. She smirks at him and silently enjoys her lunch.

“Why are you drinking orange juice?” The two lovebirds look at each other and shake their heads, readying themselves for House’s scrutinization.

The diagnostician examines Cuddy’s meal and his lips twitch; a mannerism of him that he does when he is thinking deeply.

“Wilson got this for you. Gee.” The oncologist grumbled and dropped his utensils carefully on the table. 

“House. What's your deal? So what if I gave Lisa a lunch?” House's face twisted as if he ate something sour. 

“Lisa? Tell me if you two are getting married tomorrow so I'll be feeling sorry for you in advance about divorce.” His response is full of malice and mockery. 

“Will you drop it?” Wilson is not having any of House's jerkness. He really just wants to be the support system that Lisa Cuddy needs.

The dean of medicine reached out across the table to comfort the oncologist. Cuddy let out a sigh.

“House, I won't repeat anything that I will say so you must use your brilliant brain to listen.” Wilson resigned into eating his salad and just accepted what's about to happen. He cannot convince Cuddy to ignore House since she is approaching the situation right.

“What? You'll tell me how you wanted to rock both our jocks?” House felt so proud of his statement that he snatched the rest of Wilson's fries and put it in his mouth.

When no one objects nor reprimands him of his remark, the said fries fall down from his lips.

“Aren’t you?” The misanthrope leaned towards the both of them and observed the complexion of their faces. 

“Interesting. So what’s the setup going to be? He’ll get to have you at day and you are mine at night?” Knowing House, he is making every matter into a joke, a mere bliss to deflect. But Cuddy and Wilson remained serious. 

“Can you for once act like a grown up? Just tell us what you think and if you don’t like it then you can leave it.” Cuddy looks at Wilson with a knowing look that says, “Calm down.”

“Just tell us if you're in or not, House. Also, we're official. We just don't parade our relationship for public amusement.” The dean of medicine tidies the remains of her meal and stands up. Wilson, even if he's not yet done with his lunch, also unclutters his table. 

House grumbles and softly answers. “Fine.” The two secretly hide their smirks and stop on their tracks though their backs are turned at the misanthrope.

“I want in.” Cuddy and Wilson both walked towards House and his eyes widened when the woman of his dream reached down to place a soft kiss on his lips. His throat went dry and it intensified when his best friend leaned down and did the same.

He felt his cheeks flushed and his mind went completely blank for a moment. 

“We'll be waiting for you at my house. See you at 7:00PM.” House watched Cuddy wrapped her arms around Wilson and the oncologist placed his hand around her shoulder.

“I told you. We are the death of that man.” Wilson whispered into Cuddy’s ear and she giggled. 

“For that, I'll be giving you a pat in your head tonight.” She whispered back and House felt himself having a panic attack.

***

A/N:

Hope some of you will enjoy it! Especially @sourjabloki !! I am not quite good at creating fics hehe and it's my first time posting a fic here! Thank you @housemdanniversary for being able to organize this wonderful event! I am so happy to be part of it!

[thefloatingstone]

I almost died this weekend

[eldritchgray]

Happy World Turtle Day, have some catchphrases!

[kittenfangirl20]

Lucifer: When you mean a baby do you mean adoption or actually getting pregnant?

Eve: Pregnant, he always wanted to have your baby. It always made him very sad that he was made to impregnate and not get impregnated. This isn’t some secret desire to be a woman, he is very proud of being a man, he just wanted a baby with you.

*Lucifer watched Adam come back, he never knew this about him, but then he remembered one day when they had just started dating they went to a park to have a picnic and a pregnant Hellborn women was there and Adam looked at the round stomach with a look of longing on his face and he placed his hand on his stomach, he had seen a spell book that could give Adam both reproductive parts and Lucifer could give him a baby, the problem was that there was only one book and if that book was destroyed the spell would be lost forever, Lucifer had to make sure that spell book still existed and he could find it, he imagined the joy on Adam’s face when he brings out the spell book and tell him what it can do for him, when Adam sat back down with Lucifer, the fallen angel kissed him on the forehead*

Lucifer: I am going to get you the perfect Sinsmas gift.

Adam: Being with you has already made me happy, but I am excited about what you will get me.

*of course Lucifer was going to get Adam other gifts like a new guitar, a lovely pair of knitting needles, and a the newest video game system since Adam took up playing video games recently, but the baby was the most important gift to give Adam, he was going to have the spell book personally delivered to his room he could keep it safe, Lucifer had sent a text discreetly to have the book sent to him*

Adam: Later today I want to go shopping for gifts and bring my family along, please.

Lucifer: That sounds fun.

*later, Adam his family as well as, Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie went shopping, Alastor saw a package waiting outside Lucifer and Adam’s room, he opened it and saw a spell book, he flipped through it and realized what the spell was going to do for Adam, he got an idea of holding the book hostage and use it to make Lucifer wanted him to do in order to protect the book, but he would still burn it in front of Adam while telling him what it could have done so he could see the look of despair enter Adam’s eyes*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Adam's first Sinsmas in Hell.

Adam was looking out the window and was a little confused when he saw there was snow falling from the sky. Hell was way too hot for there to be snow so why was it snowing?

Adam: Luci?

Lucifer: Yes Dove?

Adam: Is it snowing or am I seeing things?

Lucifer chuckled as he walked over to the window: Nope, it's snowing. Contrary to what people think, once a year for about a month and a half Hell freezes over.

Adam: Really?

And here he thought it was just an expression.

Lucifer: Yeah, but it's still Hell so it's not exactly safe to be out in it. The first week or two the snow is fluffy and nice. But after that it gets harsh.

Makes sense.

Lucifer: Which makes it nice for Sinsmas.

Adam raised a brow: Don't you mean Christmas?

Lucifer: No no, duckie. We don't celebrate that Jesus guy down here. In Hell we celebrate the Sins. And this will be our first one together! Oh you'll have so much fun.

Adam: Does that mean we have to invite Mammon as well?

Lucifer: Sadly yes since he is one of the Deadly Sins, but you do get along with the others. Also like Christmas we have a big feast and gift exchange.

Adam: That sounds really nice.

*it was interesting to learn about the different traditions of Hell from Lucifer, Adam grabbed Lucifer’s hand*

Adam: We should go play in the snow when it is still nice like this.

*Lucifer nodded and they went outside after Lucifer used his magic to make their clothes winter clothes, Sinners and demons alike were setting everything up for Sinmas, both men blushed when they found themselves under mistletoe*

Adam: So is the tradition for mistletoe the same down here?

Lucifer: You mean kissing under the mistletoe? Yes.

*they shared a kiss feeling very happy, Lucifer got Adam hot chocolate with marshmallows while he got himself hot apple cider*

Lucifer: What would you like to do for your first Sinsmas?

Adam: I would like to have my family come here and be with us.

*Lucifer knew that would be tough, but he was willing to do anything that make Adam happy*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[wannabe-minion-of-chaos]

Don't mind me just

Smacks Gregory over the head with burnt out gifted kid syndrome™

[thephoenixcave]

Progress as of Sept 8, 2024

A full weekend of work and it’s less than 4 seconds to show for it 😭 but it looks good, yes?

[suave-hogan]

[emily-mooon]

Did a sketch of Jancy kissing in my Titanic AU

(Pose reference under cut)

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[kiwibirb1]

0o0. I just got an ✨idea✨. Wandering Vagabond right? They've been in Amphibia for two years now right? Core wants Marcy right? But they can't be evil yet, cause plans blah blah blah. But I need a way to incorporate the Core and Marcy's betrayal because Anne already knows about the whole brought them here and has made her peace with it. (She hasn't really fully forgiven Marcy but they've moved past it in their relationship.) See where I'm going with this yet? >:)

One day, while Anne is off with her frog family, and Marcy is feeling a little glum, an orange eye opens on Andria's crown. He takes her to the side, and into a secret basement. There, she is introduced to a collection of Amphibia's greatest minds, and told that she is free to consult them for advice when she needs it. They're here for her, even when her friends are leaving her behind again off with their families. They're here for her, even when King Andrias starts to distance him from her, at their instruction not giving any explanation. They're here for her, even when Strength Sasha refuses to charge his gem after it hurts him for no reason. They're here for her, even when the little orange shell starts to choke her climb up her neck, and she her friends start to speak nonsense.

Sure, she didn't quite agree to be the host, but it's not so bad when you're already friends with everyone there, hm?

[attaboy-art]

day 4: last specter

[Image ID: A large digital illustration done in a semi-realistic style of Finch from Professor Layton and the Last Specter sitting on the edge of a canal in Misthallery. Behind him are two homes with hedges in front of them and moss climbing their walls, separated by a small, uneven, grey stone staircase. Finch is on the right side of the canvas and is looking to the left with his hands clasped in his lap. The piece is generally warm-toned. /.End ID.]

@layton-npc-appreciation-week

[orcelito]

The drive for chapter 12 has not abated

As soon as I am able I'm gonna be finishing that shit TODAY. So long as nothing truly catastrophic happens, then I should be able to post tonight

[caramelcoda]

Please check out my latest animation works in my animation reel!

[claratyler]

What role does maria's isolation play in her recently prolific and high-quality compositional output? Discuss.