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simon doesnt like hot chocolate!
FIRM BELIEVER IN THISSS.
Ghost is practically a fiend over tea, to the point where any other drink just disgusts him. So, when wintertime rolls around and TF141 is sipping on their hot chocolate, he can't help but feel a lil left out! So, the next best option? Tea. Peppermint tea. Where he stands idly in the doorframe, leaning against it with his mask pulled up just above his nose as he sips it. Pulled it back down his face as Soap cranes his neck to stare up at him with a scrunched up nose, “Hell are yu’ drinkin?” Ghost would tip his hand up just slightly, “Tea,” he paused, “Peppermint.” Only for Soap to furrow his brows and chortle, directing his gaze elsewhere with a smirk. “Smells like shit.” “Oh fuck off,” Ghost groaned, earning a low chuckle from Price and a smile from Gaz. — Simon also uses it as a way to introduce you to tea, since you weren’t as fond of it as him. You’d be finishing your mug of hot chocolate, setting it aside as the minty-peppermint smell invades your nose from beside you. You’d lean over, getting a better whiff of it as his eyes catch onto yours. “Y’wanna try it?” He murmurs, holding it out to you. Taking it from his grasp, you place it to your lips and take a small sip, savoring the bitter taste. You hand it back and hum, “S’okay.” You taking sips from his cup quickly turn to you brewing it in the morning for the two of you, attempting to make it quietly but always waking up your sleeping boyfriend because he doesn’t feel your warmth in his arms anymore :( It’s okay though because he always walks softly through the halls, following the hissing of the kettle and wrapping his arms around your torso, nuzzling his face into the side of your temple, pressing lazy kisses to it. He rasps out a ‘good morning’ into your ear, lightly leaning his body forward to get closer to you as he tries to fully wake up. And once he does, you can feel that little smile against your head and that little rumble in his chest as he chuckles. “Knew you’d like the tea, lovie..”
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20 days til' Christmas
militaryhusband!ghost makes snow angels with your son ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
cw: angsty(sorry got a bit carried away)
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It became a tradition for Simon to make snow angels with your son every Christmas Eve so Santa could know that everyone in the house was nice and not naughty.
"Come on mate, it's time to make our snow angels, gotta let the fat man know we've been good this year," Simon said as he helped your son Edward get his coat on.
You had a sensitivity to cold so you stayed inside. You watched the two of them from the windowsill in your living room. You watched as your husband held your son's hand throughout the whole walk to the backyard.
Watching Simon be so soft with his son was an endearing sight for you to see. He may be a military man, and one the most brutal people on the frontlines, but the fact that he can be gentle with his son, warmed your heart.
You could almost hear their laughter as if you were outside with them. As Simon lay in the snow, Edward followed. They began to flap their arms and legs like they were little birds. It was always cute to watch them do this every year. They got up and looked at their work and high-fived before running back into the house.
"Mama, we did it!" your son exclaimed running over to you, boots still on leaving a trail of water and dirt in his wake. Simon shook his head at Edwards's mess and took his stuff off before returning with a mop in hand.
You helped Edward take his snow gear off while Simon cleaned up the mess he had made before joining the two of you on the couch. "Alright little lad, you have got to remember to take your dirty boots off before you walk into the house after playing in the snow," Simon sighed as he got Edward on his lap and hit him with a tickle attack. You joined in the tickling until Edward started to tickle back.
You were all out of breath recovering from all the laughing you had been doing. "Okay, okay, I'll take my boots off next time," Edward breathed out.
"Thank you, young mister," you said, patting his head.
"Did you see our snow angels love? They're perfect this year," Simon asked, nudging Edward's arm.
"Yeah they're so cute, Edward's looks like an ant next to yours," you giggled.
"Yeah papa is huge, and he has big muscles, I want to be just like him," Edward geeked.
Simon looked down at his son, the only emotion playing on his face was love.
"Dad is pretty awesome isn't he?" you asked, running your fingers through Edward's hair.
"Yeah, he protects the country and he protects us," Edward boasted.
You looked up at Simon smiling at him ear to ear. Simon then kissed Edward on his temple. "I'm glad you think so highly of you old man," he replied.
The two of you cuddled up on the couch together with Edward in between the two of you bathing and marinating in the pure feeling of domestic bliss.
. . .
The next morning you woke up feeling a strange coldness creeping up on you. That's when you realized he was gone. Not gone like not in bed gone like he wasn't home. You prayed that he had just gone to the supermarket to get something.
You prayed that when you walked down the stairs you wouldn't see a letter from him and the government saying that he had been called back. You had seen it happen to friends and family, but luckily it had never happened to you.
The first place you thought to check was Edward's room. It wasn't a rare occurrence for Simon to be in there playing with him, watching him rest, or sleeping in there with him after he came to your room and told the two of you that he had a nightmare.
When you entered the room Edward was sound asleep, and Simon was nowhere in sight. Maybe I'm just overreacting. You thought to yourself as you closed his door quietly.
You went down to the kitchen, there was no one there either. Maybe he just went to the supermarket. You thought to yourself as you walked over to the living room. You sat down on the couch letting out a long sigh before feeling something under you. You felt paper under you.
You raised your bum slowly from the cushion of the couch and retrieved a piece of paper. It was a letter. You immediately put it down refusing to believe what it meant. Your hands and legs began to shake rapidly and tears stung your eyes. You shook your head frantically as the tears began to drip onto your lap.
You felt like there was a bolder sitting on your chest. You gripped the throw blanket sitting on the couch until your knuckles felt like they were going to shatter.
You took a deep breath and picked up the letter. You unfolded it to see Simon's fourth-grade-level handwriting. You chuckled to yourself thinking of the times you would always tease him about it. The letter read:
My love, my life, my whole world,
I couldn't bring myself to wake the two of you up. You just looked so peaceful. They called me at 4:00 in the morning, but you're too much of a heavy sleeper and you didn't hear it. I don't have a lot of time to write this letter to you but I love you. I hate that I have to leave you and our little one. Things are really rough on the frontlines. I was supposed to be off for six more months but there is a huge emergency. As you know sweetheart, my job isn't easy. I'm practically greeted with death every day. I know I'm not very good with words but if death does decide to take my hand, I'll hold you with my other. I love you more than anything. I'm going to miss you two so much. Don't forget to tell my boy I love him, and I will be back in no time. Say I love you every day. And Christ baby, stay warm, please. I know how easily you get sick when you're cold. I know you hate it when I'm not around, and you always wish I was home and that there were no wars or conflicts in the world so I could always be by your side but I can't. I hate that I can't change that. I love you, baby. Visit me in my dreams and I'll visit you in yours. I love you endlessly, I'll be home with you soon.
. . .
It was a heartbreaking Christmas for both you and Edward. You wrote him every single day and he would write back when he had the time. You and Edward sent him care packages and even celebrated his birthday and filmed it for him to watch when he came back.
This became a habit for the two of you. You filmed Edward's school concerts, his birthday, his first soccer game, his wrestling matches, and so many more core memories.
The year went by like lightning and it was Christmas Eve once again. "Ma, I'm going to go make the snow angel for Santa Claus!" Edward exclaimed.
You watched him waddle out onto the snow tripping over constantly because he didn't have his dad's hand to hold. He plopped himself down on the snow and began to flap his arms and legs around. He got up and admired his work before quickly waddling back inside. As always he ran straight to you forgetting to take his dirty boots off before joining you at the living room windowsill. "My snow angel looks great!" Edward exclaimed.
"Yep, Santa's definitely going to bring us gifts now," you reassured as you helped Edward get his snow gear off.
It felt incomplete looking out at the snow angel not seeing a giant one next to your son's smaller one. It didn't help that you didn't receive a letter from Simon in December at all.
Months after Christmas Simon still wasn't home. It had been a little over a year since he had left and you missed him every single day. You hadn't received a letter from him since November and you weren't too worried because it was normal but you couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong.
Those worries were confirmed when you heard a knock on your door the next day. You opened the door to see Captain Price, a man who worked closely with Simon. In his hand lay a folded British flag with Simon's dog tag that he wore all the time. "We regret to report to you that your husband Simon Riley has been reported missing in action, only his dog tag could be found in his trail," Price started.
You couldn't even stand to listen to the rest of what he had to say. You fell to your knees with your face in your hands and began to wail. Your son quickly came to your side placing a hand on your shoulder. "What's the matter, mum? Are these guys being mean?" he asked innocently. All you could bring yourself to do was hug him tight.
That night you explained the situation to your son in the least frightening way possible. To your surprise, he received the information much better than you did. "Daddy is missing in action, he's not killed in action. That means he's still alive and he is coming home soon. We have nothing to worry about Mum," Edward reassured as he hugged you.
"You're right, love, your Daddy's so strong," you said as rubbed his back.
He was saying wise things but you knew Edward was just as scared for Simon as you were.
You received updates from their search for Simon. They say that there is a chance that they may be able to find him but not to get your hopes up.
. . .
Months passed by like they were just hours. As soon as you knew it it was Christmas Eve once again. It had been two years without Simon. You woke up and Edward had already gone outside to make his snow angel. The back door swung open and Edward ran in, boots not off making a huge mess of the ground as always.
You smiled to yourself thinking about how Simon would've hit him with a tickle attack for forgetting to take his boots off again. You gave him a big hug. "Your snow angel looks beautiful Eddie," you said, patting his head.
"Thanks, Mum," he said as he started to scarf down the breakfast you made while he was outside. The two of you watched Christmas movies all afternoon. You got up to get more popcorn and to wash your hands. As you lathered your hands you saw something strange in the window. You ran to the living room windowsill to get a better look. Next to Edward's snow angel was an even bigger one. Like the one that Simon used to make with him.
You were convinced that you were going crazy but you didn't care you had to get a better look. without thinking you ran straight outside with only your pajamas on. You saw it right in front of you, you put your hand out and touched the indent in the snow. "Hon' what'd I tell ya' about going outside without a coat on?" you heard a deep raspy voice say behind you.
You immediately looked behind you to see Simon there leaning against the door. You hadn't even seen him when you ran outside. You sprinted to him and immediately hugged him tight. "Come let's get you inside," he said as he dragged you indoors.
"Simon! What, how- when?" you stuttered. Your thoughts were running wild, you couldn't even get a proper sentence out.
"Surprise Mum!" Edward said, joining in on the hug.
"You knew??" you questioned shocked.
"Papa got here this morning when I went outside. He was there, but he said that he wanted to surprise you," Edward explained.
You playfully hit Simon's chest. "You boys are going to be the death of me," you scolded, pinching Edward's cheek.
"I missed you too love," Simon said as he planted a kiss on your temple.
"Feels great to be home," you said. You may have been in your house but home was always in Simon's arms.
This Christmas was one of the best because you watched the film you made for Simon documenting your lives without him. Santa saw two snow angels and brought extra gifts this year. And finally, you took a week off of work because you had gotten a cold from the two seconds you spent outside and you had your boys taking care of you.
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starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb four
Blurb Title: Warm Jumpers by the Fire
Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader
Warnings: none
A/N: the fancast gifs don't relate to the story at all, I just use them to break the story from the info. Imagine who you want.
blurb series navigation here | previous blurb here
The school was buzzing as owls dropped flyers for the new cafe opening in two days. You and Dora’s cafe. Running a bakery wasn’t something you wanted to do forever. You wanted to be known for something past the girl that escaped America and Voldemort. Pandora understood that. She was more than willing to learn all the special nymph recipes and how to ingredients from you so she could continue the cafe outside of Hogwarts once you left the business. But for now, the two of you were content working there.
You thought as much as you set down a tray of goodies for some students and summoned another tray for a few faculty members that came for a visit. Of course, they never got the stuff you were giving to students but they didn’t have to know that. Lily, Remus, and Regulus entered the classroom with their books in tow. You pointed them to an empty table while Pandora took the last of the pastries out of the oven. She charmed the bell so you two would be alerted if anyone needed anything before you guys joined the others at a table by the window.
“I hope you guys don’t mind that we have another person joining us,” you said as you took a little rat off the pillow on the windowsill.
The others laughed. Peter had been disappearing a lot recently and now they knew where he was going. He liked listening to you hum or sing. It calmed him down in rat form immensely. For a few days now, he’s been trying to convince the boys to come sit with him by the fire and listen but Sirius wasn’t up for it all which meant James staying behind in solidarity.
Wormtail got comfortable in the large center pocket of your overalls. You had been wearing a lot of tops with high pockets for him. His little rat form was adorable. You wanted to meet the rest of the marauders’ animagus forms. Finally getting comfortable, you poured drinks for your book club and opened up to the latest chapter of Interview with the Vampire.
Remus rested his cane against the windowsill and got himself comfortable. He reached for your hand, pulling it into his lap where it just rested on his thigh. He knew he had to do better. It was a conversation he had with the other boys back in their dorm. The point was for it to seem like you were drifting apart naturally or there was no spark anymore, not for him to push you away. If you got suspicious then surely you’d accidentally walk in on him and Sirius and everything would go awry. He had to be a better fake boyfriend.
Which meant he poured out your tea during book club, he held your hand as you walked through the hallways of school, he gave you chaste kisses whenever his boyfriend wasn’t around, and he cuddled up to you on the couches in the Gryffindor common room right in front of the fireplace while the two of you finished up homework. You were wearing his jumper, loving how tall he was because it just made the whole thing cozy to slip on. Remus wasn’t even sure when you took it. He hadn’t noticed it missing from his closet until you showed up to Hogsmeade earlier wearing it.
You set down your nearly finished Potions essay. “I’m going to write a famous book.”
Remus looked up from his work. “Yeah?”
You nodded. It wasn’t just Pandora who knew about your desire to make something of yourself after Voldemort took your normal life away from you. The whole group knew about it. Remus set his work down and pulled you closer, your back against his chest.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, dovey. I’ll be the first to read it.”
“You will?”
“Of course… Hey, there’s a Halloween ball coming up soon. Will you be my date?”
You chuckled as you accepted the invitation. Remus didn’t have to ask you but it was sweet that he did anyway. The thought got you a little excited. Dressing up for Halloween wasn’t just a muggle thing. Wizards loved it too. You had a brilliant idea for your costume and dress, telling Remus such as you kissed him.
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MURY CHUMES‼️
in honour of christmas 2023,could u makefestive/holiday obiwan hcs bc hes so silly and i know he'd "deck the halls" (im so funny) (im not)
obi is the type of guy who would cuddle w you by the fireplace n drink hot tea or hot chocolate <3 (and he'd spoil you to death my goodness!) (also sorry if this is wasnt what u meant i didnt know what u meant by send asks HSJSHSJ)
OMG HI THIS IS SO PERFECT I NEED THIS SO BAD so thank you for sending this in <3 ur my new fav person
&& MERRY CHRYSLER :) consider this my gift to you!
"i don't get why we had to be sent away DURING the holiday season. the council couldn't have waited?"
you grumbled some variation of this under your breath for several minutes straight while preparing the flight out to dantooine
and obi agrees
the two of you are being sent on a long-term operative mission. there's no daily wars or hard combat to face—it was more of a stakeout of sorts—but still, you had to stay alert. just in case
you were mainly upset at the fact that you couldn't relax in your quarters or with your family for the holidays
obi-wan, sensing your blues, decides that he's not going to let that ruin the festivities
you're staying in a quaint little home for the next few weeks. it's plainly, but relatively tidy
"there's a life day market in town! we can pick some food up there, and decorations, if you're up for it" obi had suggested, so that's what you end up doing
while at the market, which is bustling with people from all over the galaxy (you later find out that dantooine's life day market is one of the biggest there is), the two of you are mistaken for a married couple
but hey, the status gets you several discounts on fresh fruit
even after you leave the produce booth, he keeps his hand interlocked with yours
(and you like it. though you'd die before admitting it lol)
you haul several giant bags and baskets of supplies back to your place
(correction, obi-wan does most of the heavy lifting. you're only carrying the tree decorations so you look like a tangled bundle of color that has no start or end)
it takes you everything you have not to stare at how his arms flex when he moves things
you didn't realize obi had a creative side to himself, so when you let him take charge of decorating, you didn't know what to expect
but once the two of you finish decorating you're pretty amazed
the tree glitters with woven string lights and ornaments that look like stars plucked straight from the heavens, shining in hues of rose gold and ivory white
"it's so beautiful," you exhaled
"indeed, it is," obi-wan replied, but he wasn't even looking at the light fixtures (he was looking at you instead)
you're about to unpack the groceries and start cooking but he stops you in your tracks, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze
"let me handle this, darling. i insist," he says—and you can feel your face growing warm at the term of endearment
so you sit down by the fireplace with a blanket around your shoulders and watch as he carefully cuts up the starfruit and places it in a porcelain bowl, dices the meat and vegetables, and pours hot chocolate (you made a mental note to ask him later which booth that was from) into two mugs
for a moment you get completely lost in the idea of living a peaceful, domestic life with him. one where you wake up every morning to the fresh smell of coffee and berries and are greeted with a tight embrace
but you're brought back to reality with the reminder that technically, you're on a mission right now, and you're both jedi
so no amount of wishing and praying will make any bit of that domestic life come true
:(
"you've been so quiet," he suddenly speaks up
"just...tired," you reply, and it's the truth. the entire flight over, you didn't sleep a wink—you always had trouble falling asleep
he decides not to question you further—he knows what's bothering you; he always does
dinner is amazing as always—you're good at cooking, too, but your skills pale in comparison to what obi has
after you eat, you sit down by the fireplace, wrapped up in several thick blankets with steaming hot chocolate in hand
"how long has it been since you last saw your family?" he asks
"seven years," you say. "we write letters to each other, but you know, given my schedule, it's hard to pay them a visit. i hardly see them anymore..."
"i can be your family, then," he offers with a sad smile
and you feel your heartbeat pick up speed just a little
not because you're secretly in love with him...of course not lmao
but because he's always been here for you and continues to be
you lean against him and close your eyes and just. take him in
like. how does this man smell so good...
it's as if he bathed in every warm and comforting scent you could think of
and you can almost pretend that you're right back home in the arms of the one you love, and not millions of miles away on a foreign moon
(jokes on you, he is your new home)
you're not sure how long you stay cuddled up like that for, but you wouldn't mind if it lasted for the entirety of your mission
"you know i love you," he says quietly after he thinks you've fallen asleep, and he gently kisses your forehead
but you manage to whisper back an "i love you too" before drifting off
obi-wan finally feels at peace
& so do you
(i'm so sorry if this wasn't what you expected hiusahfiuherguheg but hopefully it makes you feel all warm & cozy inside!! hehe merry christmas)
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“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)
Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.
Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!
No Luke. Luke is baby.
I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.
Lucifer
He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do
Proud boyfriend is proud
Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks
Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six
Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)
He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Lucifer.exe is broken
That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?
Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.
His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes
Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.
Mammon
He’s just happy he passed.
Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.
Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!
He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!
If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood
It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).
You both shout your good news at the same time.
His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?
Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!
Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!
“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.
No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.
It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!
Levi
If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.
Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!
HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?
He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.
Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.
Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”
You get The Noise
How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!
He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail
He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’
Satan
He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in
The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.
Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book
Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads
Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in
His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker
You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time
Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink
Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request
When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’
Naked butler happily provides his services
Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him
Asmo
The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience
His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him
Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous
You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive
Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking
“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”
You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’
Beel
Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food
Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!
He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways
Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.
Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.
The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team
Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him
He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!
You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!
But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!
You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds
Belphie
Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.
With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!
Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!
If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon
Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)
You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets
Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away
But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.
It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester
Diavolo
He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows
It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to
Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period
He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea
You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you
The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table
Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him
You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.
Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.
Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.
If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head.
Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.
Barbatos
It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.
He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in
All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay?
Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)
I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.
It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.
Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.
He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck
Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert
If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart
When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly
You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.
You do it.
You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.
“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”
He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.
You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions
You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.
“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.
Solomon
It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity
He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others
Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.
Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing
He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly
You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy
He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.
He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.
Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.
“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.
He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.
He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.
Simeon
Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom
That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right
He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.
He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more
You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on
Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand.
Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?
He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!
So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend
“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”
He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts
“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”
Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are.
Hope you liked it :)
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Hi! Since requests are open, can I ask for headcanons on how Ginnojo, Akiyasu, Kuro, Aoi, and Nachi would help warm up their s/o on a cold winter night? (It can be in any setting, like outside in the street on a snowy morning or just at home in front of a fireplace, whichever you prefer for the characters!) Thank you! (Sorry if I put too much… ^^;)
No need to apologize, my dear!~ I hope that you like it and have a great day💕
🌊 It was a cold night. You were sitting next to Ginnojo, reading a book as he glanced a couple of times at you, noticing that you shivered a little bit.
🌊 He puts away his own book and gets a pillow and fluffy blanket, putting the pillow next to you and the blanket over your body.
🌊 You looked up, raising your eyebrow at your boyfriend, who smiled at you softly.
🌊 “I don’t want you to freeze. Please, stay warm, so you won’t catch a cold.” He sat himself next to you, as you put half of your blanket over him. This small gesture made his cheeks turn slightly red, while you two read in comfortable silence your books.
🔮 Aoi was very busy with his work and his studies, but when he stared at you and noticed that you shivered, the ayakashi sighed.
🔮 With a cup full of warm milk, he walks to you, putting it in front of you to nag, that you should go home, but when you explained to him, that you will wait for him, he will get flustered and puff his cheeks.
🔮 A few minutes later, he will sat himself next to you, pressing his arm against yours, while you leaned on him, drinking your milk.
🔮 “Drink faster… I finished my work now. I will bring you home, so you can warm yourself up there.” – “Will you cuddle with me?” You asked him with your big doe eyes, while Aoi jumped a little bit. “Huh!? What!?” He scratched his cheek, turning away from you to hide his burning cheeks. “I-If you want to…”
🎪 “I got these sweets!” Kuro smiled, running to you, while you were sitting in front of the warm fireplace and held up a bag of so-called marshmallows, that he got from some place you’ve never ever been. “What is this?” You asked him, only to get a small explanation that they were marshmallows and tasty, just like mochi were.
🎪 “Let’s warm them up! I heard that they will be tasty if we eat them warm.” He hummed, holding them near the fire, before he put his arm over your shoulder, leaning onto you.
🎪 He chuckled, telling you that he loved to hold you in his arms, because you not always warmed up his heart, but also his body with just a mere and lovely hug.
🎪 “If you are getting colder, let’s go back inside, alright? I don’t want you to freeze, (y/n)!”
🐈 Nachi would always warm you up with his hugs! He is a big fan of cuddles and showing you his affection and love by giving you heartwarming hugs
🐈 So, every time if it was just a little bit cold, he will pull you into his arms, trying to warm you up like this.
🐈 “I can’t walk like this, Nachi!” You laughed, while your boyfriend was clinging on your back on this cold night, refusing to let you go.
🐈 “Fine!~ Then I will just cuddle you like this!” He turned into his other form, cuddling you with his little soft paws
⛩️ Akiyasu walks you home, hand in hand, while you two talked about a few things that happened on the day.
⛩️ The wind kissed your skin, making you shiver slightly, but you told your boyfriend that you weren’t feeling cold, so he won’t worry about you.
⛩️ Silently, Akiyasu puts his jacket over you, telling you that he doesn’t feel cold, even if it’s snowing on this cold, dark winter day. Thanking him, you cuddled yourself into his big jacket, making him smile at you.
⛩️ “I am so sorry that you got a cold!” You apologized, bringing your now sick boyfriend tea, as he lied with fever in bed. “It’s alright… As long as you are alright, I’m alright.”
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domestic bonrin? something christmassy?
Always <3
The Cram Group is here for this one, and it's some post cookie cuddling.
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��I think I’m going to explode.” Rin mourned, flopping in front of the fire and snagging the fuzzy blanket that Izumo had discarded before anyone else could get it.
“That’s what you get when you eat an entire batch of Christmas cookie dough by yourself,” Bon pointed out with a snort as Rin wound himself up in the blanket.
“I didn’t eat it all by myself.”
“Yes you did. You ate an entire batch worth.”
Shiemi took a spot by the chair Izumo was asleep in, while Renzou plopped himself on top of Yukio heedless of the younger twin’s blanket-muffled complaints. Konekomaru was asleep on the other end of the couch in his reindeer onesie. Bon still couldn’t believe he owned that.
Rin held the end of his blanket open and motioned for Bon to join him in it.
He did, smiling softly as he settled by his boyfriend and joined him under the warmth of the blanket. Rin leaned into his side, shifting so their shoulders were pressed together while his tail looped around Bon’s waist and settled on his thigh.
He nuzzled his nose against Rin’s still snow-damp hair and smiled at the slight trace of shampoo he could still smell. It was his shampoo, Rin had taken to stealing it recently, and the smell of it on Rin…
The warm feeling that scent brought had worried him the first time. He didn’t want to be a possessive person, not of Rin, because people weren’t something you should ever be possessive of. But… it wasn’t possessiveness. It was more of a sense of certainty. The warmth of security and the intimacy of knowing that Rin was here and they were together. They weren’t going to be torn apart, and the woodsy scent of their shampoo was just another reminder that they fit together.
Bon passed Rin his mug of hot chocolate (his boyfriend should not drink it because he didn’t need even more sugar, but it was his favorite and it was Christmas, so Bon had brought if for him), and drew his own mug of spiced tea closer.
Rin grabbed his now free hand and tangled their fingers together.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” he whined playfully. “I’m gonna die.”
“He tried,” Yukio pointed out from under the blanket and Renzou. “We all did. You didn’t listen”
Taking one last sniff of Rin’s hair, Bon drew back enough to respond. “You were in a sugar haze. You never listen to anyone when food is involved”
Rin sipped at his hot chocolate and leaned his head back against Bon’s shoulder.
“Ryuuji, I’m dying and you’re all being mean to me.”
Renzou’s snore joined in with the rest of the group. Yukio mumbled something Bon couldn’t make out, but Rin could because he turned his head to stick his tongue out at his twin. His eyes were the only part not covered by the blanket. Apparently the cold natured thing ran in the family.
Bon set his mug down and wiggled his arm around Rin’s waist. He had to fight the blanket a little, but it was worth it to be able to pull Rin closer.
Rin’s head flopped back against his shoulder with a sleepy little yawn. Protective warmth flared in Bon’s chest at the small noise and the way it showed Rin’s teeth. Rin might be the strongest person he knew, and he might be capable of fending off Satan himself, but Bon still wanted to keep him like this, warm, stuffed with sugar, and happy.
Shiemi’s head lolled back onto the chair’s cushion. Izumo’s hand had shifted to her hair, but neither sleeping girl seemed to notice.
Rin’s hair had fallen against Bon’s throat. Bon hugged him closer and smiled at the fire crackling in the fireplace.
“You falling asleep on me?”
Rin rocked his head a little in a ‘no.’ “Nuh-uh. Too full to sleep.”
“You wanna go for a walk? Help it settle?”
“Too tired.”
“So you’re just gonna sit here and be miserable?”
Rin’s head tilted up towards him. “Not miserable,” and his voice was adorably sleepy now, his words half slurred and breathy, “we’re cuddling.”
Bon’s heart thumped hard as something fiercely happy surged through his chest. He tugged Rin up and around so he was seated in front of him, between his legs with his own legs stretched out in front of the fire. Rin made a small surprised sound, and gave a happy little rumbled when Bon’s arms wrapped around his waist. He rubbed a soothing circled into Rin’s stomach, coaxing him into leaning back as he resisted the urge to squeeze Rin closer. Rin wrapped himself in the blanket, snuggling back and resting his cheek against Bon’s shoulder.
There was a quiet trust in the motion, a quiet sort of intimacy that Bon loved. He could never understand why people romanticized the hell out of first meetings and that flash in the pan spark of early romance when things like this existed. When this sort of knowing, comfort, and contentment existed. This was romance. Rin sleepily nuzzling him because he trusted Bon that much. Rin seeking comfort from him for something as silly as a too-full stomach or as serious as a bullet wound. Rin saving a spot for him to sit and making sure the cookies had a touch of cinnamon because that was the way Bon liked them…
Rin stealing his shampoo because it was already in the shower and he liked the smell.
Nothing made Bon’s heart beat quite so fast as that sort of thing. Those quiet moments and considerations that showed Rin anticipated Bon in his life and wanted him there. They seemed to be in every part of each other’s lives. Or at least Rin was in all of his. The entire thing had grown so much to make room for him, and that left him wondering just how small it had been before Rin. Before spoonful's of cinnamon flavored cookie dough and cuddles in front of the fire.
“Your heartbeat got all fluttery,” Rin murmured, nosing against Bon’s collar. A bright blue eye peered up at him. “I think ya kinda like me.”
“Kinda love you, dork.”
Rin’s tail thumped cheerfully over his thigh. “Love you too, Princess.”
With cheeks heating up in a blush, Bon scowled. “Stop calling me that or I’ll feed you more cookie dough.”
Rin closed his eyes with a cheerful smile and yawned. “No ya won’t. Because you love me.”
Bon hugged Rin closer instead of answering and let his eyes turn back to the fire. They may not have actually ended up with any finished cookies, but the night had still been a lot of fun.
Rin’s snores mingled in with the rest of his friends, and Bon let his own eyes close as he listened to them and the crackling of the fire for a while.
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Things You Might Do Behind Closed Doors Feat. The Seven Demon Brothers (SFW)
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As I fell asleep at 8pm to recover from consecutive nights of sleeping at midnight, I have brainstormed this idea, which had led me to a good night's asleep, or at least I would say if my AC didn't choke and decide to not cool enough.
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Lucifer
*Jumin Han's Voice* Wine: That's an obvious one. Drinking eons old wine from an extinct kind of grapes in front of the fireplace as you talk nonsense to each other. Try playing footsies with him, just do it, he is a dork when he is relaxed.
Cards: Any kind of cards, hell you could convince him of a tarot reading when you're alone with him.
Cuddles and Snuggles: Everyone knows this man is touch starved, and if you are too, then expect to not be getting out of his arms anytime soon. Lucifer will gladly let you rest your head on his chest or belly as he caresses you hair, it can be the other way around but you will need to get him drunk first lol.
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Mammon
Play Games: He has a console in his bedroom, anyone noticed that yet? He will play something lighthearted and slightly competitive such as a normal racing game that isn't Mario Kart.
Dumbassery: A very broad term, I know, but it is true. You guys may end up going back and fort between his and your bedrooms to fetch a variety of stuff for whatever you guys may have been planning on doing.
Cuddles and Snuggles: Believe me when I say he will be at least touching you the entire time you guys are alone together, be it feet against feet, playing with your hand or laying on you, you are a magnet to him, he can't help but feel attracted.
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Leviathan
Talk: Yes he does more than just play games and watch animes and read manga. Behind closed doors Levi is more honest with both you and himself. You two will definetelly lay on pillows on the floor as he and you rambles to each other about whatever.
Meme Fest: This man probably would have an eternity of memes if his D.D.D. had enough memory space. Once the conversation starts to fade, he will automatically fetch his phone to show you something.
Player Two: That is what you are to him. Expect playing a lot of multiplayer games with him. Ever heard of Super Bunny Man? He definetelly has it. And you guys definetelly played it.
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Satan
Cuddles and Snuggles: Satan is pretty shameless, if you choose to not flop over his chest he will just drag you on top of him at some point. His hands are always roaming along your spine, usually resting either on your back or behind your neck. Don't worry about falling asleep on him, he loves it.
Talk Talk Talk: This man has a lot to talk about and his range of subjects is gigantic. No matter what you say, he will always have something interesting to say on the subject. It's incredibly fun but you may have to shut him up sometimes or you might get overdosed with information.
Alone Together: Of course, more often than not, both of you will just be doing your own thing in the same room, not interacting with each other at all except for a few snickers from you at how Satan bumped his knee on a pile of books as he was readjusting and he just, looked at the books scattered on the floor with disdain and just went back to reading. This happens a lot more than he can admit.
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Asmodeus
"I Am Going To Ruin This Man's Whole Career": Aka: Talk shit about people. Asmo has a lot to say about everyone he has ever met, sometimes he is insulting on purpose and other times he is offending them without knowing. He just spills a lot of tea.
Beautifying: The topic above being said, the entire time he will be doing something with his hands. Even while showing you things on the phone, one of you will be either doing face masks, paiting each others nails, doing each others make up, etc.
Professional Cuddler: And again the topic above being said, by the end of it you will find yourself cuddling him. At these moments he has probably ran out of things to say and will gladly listen to whatever you have to say instead. It is at these moments Asmo realizes again and again, how much he cares about you.
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Beelzebub
A Couple of Dorks: When it's with you, Beel is whilling to try many new things. You can teach him dance, human world games that use only your hands, challenge him to see how long you guys can hug each other standing up, etc.
Talk: Be it you or him, it is at these alone times that you guys can just, let it all out. It can be anything really, just talk to him and let him talk to you.
Feat. Belphegor: More often than not, you will have to deal with both twins behind closed doors. Mostly Belphie will either we fast asleep close or literally between both of you or participating in whatever you guys are doing. Beel is always very smiley at theese moments.
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Belphegor
Silent Conversations: late at night, when Belphie is wide awake for once, you will often just lay in silence together. Holding onto each other and just, feeling each other's existence. Not everything needs to be said and not everyone needs to speak to be enough. Just being with you, for him, can be enough.
Heartfelt Whispers: That being said, Belphie thinks a lot, and every once in a while you guys may exchange a single word of phrase. More often than not he will just say "I love you" out of nowhere. But it was just because he couldn't keep it in anymore.
Feat. Beelzebub: Again, more often than not, you have both twins to deal with. Only this time you will be cuddled by both of them at once. The small phrases become more frequent and Belphie's smile, bigger.
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Good Morning, Or Good Night(Pt.3)
Summary: Night and morning series part three! This time for my favourite boys + a little gift for a friend!
Notes: These are probably even more self indulgent than others since I love them too much. Sigma and Tetchou especially, soft but strong boys are my weakness-
Next part I will cover Yosano, Higuchi and Kouyou since I recently noticed there is a lack of content for the beautiful BSD ladies around here…
Tags: @rose-tragedy I hope you like this surprise gift! I included Lovecraft for you if that’s okay! I tried my best to write him... @dragoning1 here’s sigma as you asked!
Adding a cut for the last two boys since there will be manga spoilers.
Warnings: Fluff, self indulgent content, spoilers for the manga for anyone who only seen the anime!
Edgar Allan Poe
Bedtime: Whenever you go to sleep, or he may just stay up all night reading or writing novels.
Sometimes(it happens a lot) Edgar would get too invested in a book to eat dinner or sleep, you’ll have to remind him! Make sure he stays healthy and fed :) Brew him some of his favorite tea blends to make sure he stays hydrated!
“Ah, it’s dinnertime already? Thank you my dear, I will come right after I finish this paragraph. No Karl, you cannot go first.”
His ideal way to spend the nights would include :snuggling under a blanket with you and Karl, reading books under dim candle lights near a fireplace(if it’s winter of course).
But if you insist, Edgar will come shopping with you! As long as he gets to stop by a bookstore on the way. Be prepared to drag him out of there after two hours-
Since he lives alone in canon, I imagine Edgar usually orders takeout or buy bulks of frozen dinner at a time to avoid cooking himself. If you are willing to eat these with him, that’s no problem! But if you want to cook up things yourself, Edgar would be happy to eat them. He doesn’t strike me as the picky type, so as long it’s edible he won’t complain and will just swallow. His face would lit up if it’s delicious though!
Edgar doesn’t need to “Go to work” per se, being the guild’s planner allows him to work from home, as long as the plans are available for pick up by the end of the week. So you bet him likes to sleep in. Unless you have a regular job he will want you to stay in bed with him and Karl.
If you decide to urge him to get up, however, Edgar will grumble like a little kid. He would only begrudgingly get up after thirty minutes of you lecturing the benefits of being an early riser.
Help him brush that messy hair, tie his tie in different styles, much like Ranpo he loves being taken care of. Edgar will pack a lunch for you if you have to leave for work!
Howard Phillps Lovecraft
Bedtime:...Bold of you to assume he has one. Like he won’t just fall asleep randomly on the couch or anywhere really. It would be more useful to know about his conscious schedule.
I assume you work in the Guild along with him, if they have 9-5 work days he will try to get enough sleep in the evening but no promises. (A/N: I seriously cannot find any info on this forgive me ahhh)
He doesn’t mind if you play with his hair, in fact he loves it when you buy all kinds of elastic and hairclips for them. Howard never bothered to keep it tidy himself, but it feels...quite nice. Maybe he is just too lazy to care.
Regular shopping?Like for clothes? Buy him some chocolates on your way home, he’s going to bed. If you want to go grocery shopping? Howard is putting his coat on and ready to go. He might not have much passion for other things, but when it comes to food consider him interested.
“No, we don’t have space for this much of Icecream? That’s disappointing. Maybe we just need a bigger fridge.”
Do not be surprised if you two come home with fifty boxes of ice cream of different flavours. His tencicles will help to carry them!
If work calls for early risings, you would need to get Howard out of bed and get him dressed. How he managed to keep his position in the Guild before is a mystery. Fitzgerald didn’t fire him for being late to work this much?
(A/N: An attempt was made, please don’t criticize me too harshly ahhhh)
Proceed with caution! The following section contains manga spoilers!
Suehiro Tetchou
Bedtime:10pm, but on days off he is willing to push it to 11pm.
As soldiers, Tetchou and you have to follow a healthy sleeping schedule, to preserve yourselves in best condition for any emergencies. But he cannot say no to your watery eyes when you plead on holidays. One hour is all he will compromise.
Like Tachihara, this guy loves to work out! Be his workout buddy, time his planks and count his pushups! Tetchou would even let you sit on his back while doing push ups just to get some extra weight and to hear your giggle.
While he prefers to exercise the evenings away, Tetchou is not opposed to watching some cheesy rom coms maybe twice a week. Expect him to make odd remarks to the storyline and the characters though.
“Why is her hair braided that way? Oh, it’s not important to the plot? Alright. Wait, there is a dog, and he is not important either? Then why include him at all?”
Tetchou loves cuddling, would often bury his face on the crook of your neck and tickle you with his breath and unruly hair.
An Emergency mission in the middle of the night is nothing foreign to him. But you won’t hear him if you are not needed. Tetchou knows his way of being stealthy! But if you are needed, expect him to carry you out of bed an hour before, dressing you in your uniforms and putting your hair into a quick ponytail if you are still sleepy.
He is not like the last two lazy ones, Tetchou got training to do! The mornings you two would go for a daily run in the base gym, followed by a set of stretch exercises. Then if you are lazy and would just prefer to eat in the base cafeteria, Tetchou would come along. But if you want to cook something in the little kitchen of your shared quarters, let him help with the food preparation!
Learn some reasonable dishes of his favorite color combo, and you will have a Tetchou smiling non-stop while stuffing himself. He will try to cook some regular food too, but the taste...I won’t comment on it.
Sigma
Bedtime:??? most nights you literally have to force him to go to bed at a reasonable hour!
Life as a casino manager is a busy one, with overtimes. Even with your help, Sigma would overload himself with work and get into a bit of a workaholic state often.
You cannot count how many times you had to carry him to bed at midnight. He would always apologize for bothering you, and even when you insist he is not, Sigma would still buy you something to make it up. Maybe a nice dress or another set of colorful fountain pens.
“I know I get crazy sometimes, but you and the casino is all I have, love. Please forgive me for letting you worry. Thank you for bearing with me.”
When he is actually free, or you convinced him to relax for a bit, Sigma would probably be willing to accompany you to anywhere you want. The world is still new to him, so many things to explore and try. If you take him to an amusement park he would probably scream on the rollercoasters but want to try them again!
Saying Sigma is the dictionary definition of clingy would be an understatement. Can’t blame him though, he got major abandonment issues, or separation anxiety, whichever you wish to call it. Even when he is working, you need to be somewhere in sight. It gets even harder when you two are in bed, since Sigma will not let you go to the washroom even if he is deep in the dream realm. You know he cannot control himself while sleeping, so just remember to not drink too much water before bed!
He would have the chef of the Casino restaurant to cook the meals since he does not wish to bother himself or you with these time consuming things. But if you baked some chocolate chip cookies, be ready for this man trailing after you like a needy puppy!
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Part 2 for Port Mafia
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Hi!!! 💙12, 25, 43 for Snape asks. 👀
MY DEAR FRIEND!! Thank you for asking!! Pity I'd already answered two of the three questions you asked me! I'll copy here the answer again so you can read it if you are interested :P :P :P
15. If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?
I mean, we basically know that, don't we? He's passionate about the Dark Arts but also about Potions. He spends his time inventing spells, doing research, experimenting. I like to think that, besides teaching, he does research on the side and publishes articles on Potions Quarterly (or whatever the academic journal of the day is). Despite working at Hogwarts, he is quite known and respected in academia. As for non-work stuff, I imagine him in the evening, in front of the fireplace and with a glass of Firewhisky, and reading. Definitely reading. He secretly loves muggle literature, and Shakespeare is one of his favourite authors.
25. Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they’ll get along?
Do I love anyone as much as Snape? The answer is no. I do like a lot of characters, and had a soft spot for Remus Lupin for quite a few years (between reading book 3 and the release of 5), but noone is as special to me as Snape is.
However, I am interested in reading Snupin and Snirius fics. Although I must say that they need a lot of work for me to believe Severus got over his trauma over what they did and his fear of werewolves and Remus in general. Years ago, when I wasn't so aware of Snape's trauma and difficulties, I read a couple that I liked. Now, it's hard for me to hold the suspension of disbelief for a long while unless it is somehow explained.
And I LOVE Minerva and Severus's friendship/rivalry. I haven't written much about it, but I love it. And I think Snape had a good relationship with Hagrid too.
43. What’s your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?
I have several headcanons which I think are shared by a lot of Snape lovers, for example, that he's touch starved or that he's terrified of forming a bond with someone, be it friendship or romantic. My favourite headcanon probably is that Severus isn't a morning person, he wakes up early because he has too but it takes him a while to be awake. And also, that he likes to cuddle in the morning if he's sleeping with the person's ship of choice (in my case, that's Harry).
He despises tea in the morning, he drinks coffee until lunchtime (black, one lump of sugar), and then it's tea. In the evening, if he's stressed, a glass of firewhisky while he reads in front of the fireplace, his feet put up and without boots.
As for music, I have an entire playlist about Snape (you can visit it HERE), but if there are two songs I absolutely associate with Snape, no matter when or where I hear it, they are: "My December" by Linkin Park, and "Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
My December:
And I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that And I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed And I take back all the things that I said to you And I'd give it all away Just to have somewhere to go to Give it all away to have someone to come home to
Your Guardian Angel:
And now that I'm strong I have figured out How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
Use me as you will Pull my strings just for a thrillAnd I know I'll be okay Though my skies are turning gray I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven
(if this isn't Severus Snape, I don't know what is)
THANKS FOR ASKING!!
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Hi, could I please request general relationship headcanons for the octopath boys (p.s. I hope you feel better and might I recommend drinking some lavender tea before bed I know how it feels not being able to sleep)
Hello and thank you for your concern. I’m a little better, still with some sleep problems but improving my sleeping schedule step by step. I don’t like tea but I’ll try it and see how it works ^^
Also, I hope I didn’t take too much time for this, I don’t know when you send me this asks >_< Tumblr should put dates on this kind of things.
Hope you’ll enjoy this and will have a wonderful day <3
Fandom: Octopath Traveler.
Summary: Relationship headcanons for the traveler boys.
Characters: Olberic, Cyrus, Therion, Alfyn, Reader (no poly).
Theme: SFW, romantic relationships, fluff, no gender mentioned.
Inspiration: Octopath Traveler OST, Character’s Themes.
Words: 981.
Warnings: Mentions of stealing.
Read also in: Ao3, soon in Wattpad.
The most traditional one, as expected. True gentleman who will open doors for you, help you sit and/or take the heavy things out of your hands even if you’re clearly capable of doing everything on your own. Olberic means no harm nor disrespect, he’s only trying to make you comfortable so if you don’t like this kind of behaviour, just tell him and he’ll gradually stop doing it -just give him time-.
Out of the four boys, he’s one of the two who is not exactly fond of PDA. Olberic will never -hear me, never- turn you down if you want a kiss, a hug or hold hands or any other sign of affection, but he’ll be rather embarrassed of doing it in public -you can tease him a little, but don’t pressure him too much-.
I picture him like a great storyteller. If you have a fireplace you two can have dates at home where you enjoy exchanging stories -or listening to his tales if you prefer to listen instead of to tell- while drinking and having snacks.
Dating with this man is a full courtship. From the obvious things such like getting you flowers to having fancy dinners, scorting you to places and giving you little presents. He’s a humble one so nothing he’ll give you will be too fancy, but every single thing is chosen or even hand-made with great care.
You know that meme “I know how to kiss, I read it in a book”? He’s exactly like that. Cyrus has zero experience with this kind of relationship and even if he knows what love is, he only knows the theoretical part of it. Because of this, it will be you who will take the initiative until he gets some experience.
Cyrus will learn firstly from books, and secondly from you, so expect to correct him in some parts since we all know books tends to exaggerate or put a “beauty filter” in everything, especially romantic novels that are his primary source.
That being said, Cyrus is a good man, even if a little oblivious, he’ll never do anything with the intention to offend or brush off your advances. PDA is fine for him but don’t be too clingy at first, take your time to get to know each other before doing anything bold.
Library dates and picnics are a must with this man. Just the two of you, with some books to pass the time and sandwiches to eat while you comment your different points of views about a novel or a research. But don’t worry, if you’re not the scholar type or reading is not your cup of tea, he’ll understand and will try to balance by doing things you enjoy even if he doesn’t.
First of all, congratulations. Getting this dork into a romantic relationship and not getting stuck in the pinning/crush phase is a feat in itself. Therion will deny any kind of feeling at first but don’t give up, if you’re sincere and he likes you too, Therion will come around, eventually.
No PDA for him, sorry. He’s worse than Olberic. Where the knight will let you be and only try to keep it at the bare minimum, Therion will openly refuse the bolder displays. You’ll get lucky if he lets you hold hands out in the open. Don’t blame him though, he had a rough life and is not used to being with someone, much less receiving affection. But Therion will also try to compensate you, giving you little trinkets -some of them stolen, he’s still a thief- and cuddling you in private.
He’s a smart ass. Even if he doesn’t have any experience, unlike Cyrus who will have no issue admitting it, Therion will deny it and even proclaim he has experience, which can only lead to some embarrassing situations but let him have this. Therion’s pride will thank you if you just let it pass.
Dates with Therion are rare, since he’s not exactly the romantic type and doesn’t like things like meals at fancy restaurants. If you want to spend time together, take a stroll with him, go sightseeing to places you like and just enjoy the day with him in a natural way. Share with him snacks on the way, let him steal things for you -even if you later pay them without him knowing- and be together, even if it’s in silence.
PDA master. Prepare yourself because when he gets over his shy phase you’ll have him attached to your hip. Holding hands, cheek kisses, hugs, a hand on your waist or shoulders, playing with your clothes or hair… He’s bolder enough to give you a french kiss in front of someone so be warned.
Don’t even think about having an unhealthy life-style with him around. Even if you don’t like it, Alfyn will make his personal goal to make you change your bad habits using tricks and being subtle or direct when needed but never by force. He wants you to be healthy, but not at the cost of your happiness.
Boy sure is talkative, and if you let him talk he will start rambling about everything while doing other things like organizing his herbs or massaging your shoulders -let him do it, he knows how to use his hands-.
Every single date you have in mind, Alfyn will try it. He’s not picky at all, though it’s true that he prefers simple things, especially those related to nature. Like Cyrus, picnics are one of his favourites, but he also likes walking with you through town or going searching for herbs with you. Alfyn is a countryside boy, if you are too he will be happy, but if you’re not don’t worry, just tell him the things you like and he’ll try them. As I said, he’s not picky at all and can adapt quickly.
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How abt 18. I'm quite comfortable here
Prompt 18: "I'm quite comfortable here." TWs are jealousy/possessiveness, but in a very mild, non-toxic kind of way. Also vague descriptions of scars. Standard HWHBH fair :)
It was a lazy day in the XD-Innit household. A calm, quiet, silent and very dusky gray type of afternoon. There was no more work to do. No more chores or town duties to be done. They’d gotten it all finished before the midday tone chimed from XD’s vintage cuckoo. Now was the time to rest and cuddle up on the living room floor.
Tommy made a soft sound when he felt Tubbo move beside him. “Hm…ayup, Tubs.”
Tubbo only grunted.
“Rough day?” Tommy asked to the bundle of scales and rubbery flesh that laid curled against his side.
“Work.” Tubbo answered. It was the only thing he had to say.
“Ah. I see…”
The clock ticked. A few minutes dragged by. Their nest today was a shallow one. Just a few blankets they’d set out to cover the rug a few feet from the fireplace. The flame’s dying glow shone on the dozen pillows they’d amassed to surround their rudamerty nestings. It was simple. It was good.
“Do you need anything to drink?” Tommy broke the silence between them after he watched the fire dance and drifted between the minutes. “Water? Milk? Tea? I’ve got some honey chamomile left. That’s always a favorite.”
But Tubbo just shook his head. “No…wanna sleep…”
“All day?” Tommy decided to mess with Tubbo. It wasn’t a very nice thing to do. Not when he was tired and they were both so worn from the day’s events. But eh. It was Tubbo. He’d be okay. “Don’t you want to go out and pay a visit to Jack?”
That got him glared at along with a sharp, angry little growl.
“Oh? Do you not want to go see Jack?”
Tubbo shook his head and bore his sharpened fangs. His face was half buried in a light blue pillow. The room was dark and the window was the only source of natural sunlight. It shone on his eyes and made them shine with a pale, eerie radiance.
The trails of mist that came from his lips were thin and smelled of black licorice.
Tommy grinned and poked the dragon a bit harder. “Not Jack, eh? Then how about Eryn? Eryn’s always rather fun.”
The smoke darkened and was a thick inkly black. Tubbo’s eyes grew enraged as he glowered there in forced, trembling silent.
“Or how about Chad? I like Chad. Good ol’ fellow, that Chadly. Reckon he could come over and maybe hang out at the mansion? Maybe take the tour, see all the sights?”
It was only when Tommy noticed an orange glow in the back of Tubbo’s now fully opened maw that he rushed to ease the situation.
“Okay, okay. Settle down.” Tommy waved away the smog while Tubbo’s fire gradually shimmered. He coughed a little when the fumes got into his face. “I’m sorry, I am sorry. I shouldn’t joke about that shit, I know that it gets you super angry. I’m sorry. Please don’t breathe your fire at me. I don’t wanna see you get hurt again.”
Tubbo gave a grumpy “hrumph!” before he flopped back onto the pillow. Tommy chirped when he watched his body curl in. He helped the boy get closer and slowly wrapped him with his wings, as well as his arms where he could fit them around Tubbo’s broad and burly shoulders.
He heard a whisper from the brunette. “What was that, Tubbo?”
“Do you really wanna go an’ play with Chad?” Tubbo sounded very sad when he lifted his head to be heard a bit more clearly.
“Oh, no.” Tommy shook his head and gave the pouty goat boy a soft assuring grin. “No, I don’t. I’m quite comfortable here at the moment. Let’s just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll make some tea and put some Ghibli on when we get up. Sound good?”
Tubbo blinked. “Hm. Yeah. Sounds good, treasure…”
Tommy yawned just before he settled back in and let himself drift quickly back off to sleep. His chin settled on Tubbo’s head near his smaller pair of horns. Tubbo’s snores were low and made both of their bodies shake.
Tommy giggled.
It was a perfectly lazy day.
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You may be able to write sth about link being sick or sth about then having a second child or amelia and link doing a research together
omg omg ok i like this!! it’s taken me a while to write because i’ve been out of town and i miss amelink :((( FLUFFY AMELINK!!! this sucks and i’ve been editing it for days but fluffy link isn’t my strongest pieces but i’m planning on doing better send me more inspiration too because writers block lmao also im so sorry it wouldn’t let me add a Keep Reading thingy so sorry that this takes up ur feed :( Most would agree that Autumn was the best season of the year, trees changing colours from yellows to oranges before shredding their leaves onto the grass. People wearing sweaters and hoodies, tea and hot chocolate in their hands. Fall gave you a warm feeling, a season that everyone couldn’t wait for. It was October 31st--- Halloween. The evening was cool, a crisp breeze that was enough to make you want to wrap a blanket around yourself and drink a warm cup of hot chocolate. It wasn’t freezing out there, but it was definitely cool. The house was decorated with Halloween decorations; inside and outside. Link went all out this year, buying as many Halloween products he could get his hands onto. The entire front yard, and front of the house had skeletons, witches, spiders, spider webs, ghosts; literally everything and anything. He had spent an entire day climbing onto the roof, even using ladders to get up higher onto the trees and roof of the house so that he could make the house look as scary as possible. Amelia never got a decision in a Halloween costume for Scout, Link just showed up with a pumpkin costume and insisted that it was the costume. Zola went as a doctor; neurosurgeon she specified. “Just like my dad.” It wasn’t even a tough choice for her, it was the first costume in mind and that’s what she wanted to go as all year. Bailey was a superhero---Spiderman. And Ellis; a princess. They all had the day off, all planning to go trick or treating with the kids-- at least that was the plan. “It’s okay, just go.” Link insisted, he was curled up onto the couch, two thick blankets covering his body and he was sweating. “I’m not letting this be the reason you miss Scout’s first Halloween.” Link came down with a flu the night before, a slight fever and nausea. Although he’d never admit it, he was a baby and as much as he wanted Amelia to stay home with him, he’d never tell her that. The wood burning in the fireplace was cracking, hot chocolate was being made, Halloween movies were playing on the television; a perfect night. Perfect aside from the fact Link was literally shivering while also having beads of sweat running down his forehead. “Link,” Amelia started. “You’re sick.” “I’ll bring Scout out with us,” Meredith offered. “He’ll be back in an hour.” She stood at the front door, Scout already in his pumpkin costume in a secure stroller, Zola with a pillow case slung over her shoulder because she wanted to get as much candy as she could. Bailey already had one foot out of the door and Ellis’ hand was gripped onto Maggie’s and she was jumping on the balls of her feet. “Can we go now? Can we go now?” Ellis begged, only tugging on Maggie’s hand towards the door. Amelia turned to Link, gave him a what should I do? face. She didn’t want to leave Link at the house by himself, and she most definitely didn’t want to miss Scout in a cute pumpkin costume on his first Halloween. “Okay, wait,” Amelia reached for her cellphone, pulling open the camera app before making her way over to Scout. “I need pictures before you go.” His head was slightly titled to the side, his cheeks chubby and he was sleeping. A drop of drool sitting in the crease of his cheeks, and Amelia’s heart melted. “You guys already have so many pictures.” Maggie laughed, remembering the night Link bought the costume and raced to put it on Scout to see if it fit, and when it was a perfect fit Link was taking hundreds of pictures and videos. “There’s never enough pictures.” The smile on Amelia’s face was genuine, it reached her eyes, you could see the happiness in her blue eyes and she just loved him so much. She can’t remember the last time she was this happy, or when the last time she was living such a perfect moment. “Let’s go! Can we go?” Bailey begged now, already grabbing onto the door knob and twisting it open. Zola followed, adjusting the fake stethoscope around her neck. Before Meredith could push Scout’s stroller through the front door, Amelia was leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on her sons face. “Have fun, baby. Daddy and I love you so much.” Scout was still asleep, and the other kids were already out of the front door before Maggie was pulling it shut, giving Amelia a wave before it was just the two of them. “You know you could have went with them.” Link said, his voice hoarse from getting sick and emptying out his stomach from earlier in the day. “I can take care of myself.” He was pulling the blanket up higher onto his body, as if the house was freezing even though it was warm, the fire burning in the fireplace. “I’ll make you some tea,” she ignored his request. “Or would you rather hot chocolate?” She was already in the kitchen and before Link could answer she was pouring him a warm tea. Minutes later she was making her way back, a hot chocolate for herself in one hand and a tea in the other. The Nightmare Before Christmas was playing on the television, a movie Zola picked for her and Uncle Link to watch while she was waiting for her siblings to get ready. Amelia was already sitting down on the couch beside Link, passing him his tea. “Thank you,” he said softly and wrapping his hands around the warm cup. “Amelia, you really didn’t have to stay.” “Well, it’s too late now. I’m here, I’m staying and we’ll watch movies, and hand out candy to trick or treaters,” she grabbed onto the end of the blanket Link was using to cover her legs up with it. “All while you rest. Sleep---get better.” “Well, some cuddles from you might just do the trick.” And Link was resting his head in her lap, the blanket covering both of them while Amelia’s hands were running through his sandy blonde hair, in hopes to relax him. The movie was only playing for ten minutes before she heard a soft snore come out of Link’s mouth, Amelia’s fingers still weaving through his hair, and he was sleeping. That was the goal, he needed to sleep. A new baby doesn’t exactly give them the most time throughout the night to get a full night’s rest, and Link being sick wasn’t helping. So she was going to let him sleep, even though she won’t be moving up from this spot on the couch until he wakes, and she didn’t really mind. The popping off the fireplace, the television on, kids laughter coming from the streets, Link snoring softly in her lap, and Scout was cute. These are the moments people lived for, these moments--- are the reasons she’s happy that she’s sober and that she’s happy she’s alive.
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The Letter.
Something momma and me wrote together, the background to this is fact, the solution is pure fantasy. But OMG this was such fun to write together.
Steve came home to an empty house after 21 days working away. It had been the longest stretch working away and he was completely broken. His wife had sent him a message earlier saying she was sorry she wouldn’t be there when he got home from his flight, but not to worry she would be home at 9pm, she was just having coffee with an old friend.
He made himself a cup of tea and sat down on the sofa and flicked on the TV. His eye was drawn to the fireplace and an plain white envelope with “Darling, please read me” written in his wife’s handwriting
Having picked it up he returned to the sofa and gently prised open the envelope, his nostrils caught the sent of his wifes perfume and he smiled at the thought of her. He opened the letter and began to read.
“Darling,
First, let me tell you how much I love you and how proud of you I am for everything you do. You make me feel so loved and our time apart is only made so much better when we are together. However, I’m really worried about you. I know you’re not telling me the whole truth about the hours you are putting in, but I know as you read this letter that you are completely destroyed mentally and physically and its will take you days to recover. But you’re not recovering, you’re surviving, you’re not eating properly, you’re not getting the sleep you need, you’re not getting any exercise, you’re waking up, going to work, eating crap to feed your depleted energy, you’re working 15 hours a day and 7 days a week and you’ve just done this for 21 days. How you’re not in hospital I really don’t know.
What you have done at that business, is beyond remarkable, you’ve single handed built it to an extremely successful, profitable business, but you have to look after yourself. If you don’t I fear you’ll self implode. I’ve seen you when you come home from a tough period away and I can tell you’re just minutes from going down the drain. How you recover enough to face another week is beyond me.
We need to get you back to where you were mentally and physically 4 years ago, cooking and eating great healthy food, loving life, exercising and reading....remember how you used to soak up books, almost a book every week, and we used to sit listening to classic alums on the record player. Now you just sit down and because you’re exhausted you don’t engage with much. I understand, but we used to have so much fun, we’d spend time with friends and family or just being on our own.
I know you’re at breaking point, and I fear that any day I’m going to get a call from your work saying you’ve had a heart attack or a mental breakdown. Thats why, this week, I contacted your CEO and she agrees with me. Again she is amazed at what you have achieved for the company and the group, but she agrees that you’re on the verge. The business will cope, you’ve built the foundations, you have got the staff in there running it, you now need to step away and relax.
So from this weekend, with your bosses blessing, you have a 10 week leave of absence. We have 10 weeks to reset you, to get you back into a mental state that gives me confidence that you’ll not kill yourself before your next birthday.
And I know exactly how to rest you “little man” 😊
On the other side of this letter is a 10 week program to take you back to basics, to allow your brain and body to dump all of that stress and then to slowly build you back up. You will, if you agree, give up all responsibilities and I will make sure you are looked after like the gorgeous little man you are.
Weeks 1 & 2
Regressed to a 9 month old. Momma will take care of your every need, she will bathe you, feed you, clothe you, read you bed time stories, cuddle you, change your nappies, love you unconditionally.
During this period, you are not allowed to walk, talk (9 month olds can’t do either), you communicate by using your hands and either crying or babbling. Just like a little baby. You are allowed to crawl around the house, but you are to use your nappies for their true intended purpose. No phones or computers and no tv except early learning tv like sesame street and in the night garden. Early bed times and day time naps. Me feeding you with a spoon, having all your drinks in baby bottles. Millions of cuddles on the sofa.
Weeks 3 & 4
My little man is now a proper handful as a 2 year old: You can toddle around the house and can use big words, but you still need momma for cuddles and everything else in weeks 1 & 2. You’re still not able to use the toilet, you can watch a few more interesting things on tv and you can play with lego and cars and colour with crayons. Your food is a less babyish, and you love food time and getting all messy with eating with your hands. You need to ask momma for everything you need, even though you can reach the counter top, cookies and treats are off limits without asking. Time out on the naughty step if you get caught doing something momma has said you can’t.
Weeks 5 & 6
Oh my, what a cute little 3 year old you are. So independent, but so naughty, trying to do things yourself and getting into all kinds of scrapes. Momma still has to tie your shoe laces and get you dressed and you still have problems with the potty, so momma is keeping you in nappies for a little while longer. But you’re old enough now to let momma know when you need to go poopy. Where she can undo your nappy and sit you on the big boy potty and wipe your cute little bottom after, and put you in a fresh nappy. You’ll be in a lot of trouble if you forget to tell momma you need to go number two and momma will smack that poopy bottom and make you sit in a dirty nappy to remind you what a dirty boy you are. We can now watch Disney cartons together and you’re learning your abc’s and numbers so well. You still need nap times, and momma needs to still take you for a bath, but can leave you to play with your bath time toys.
Weeks 7 & 8
6 months older and such a handful for this momma. You’re getting much better at potty time, so momma has decided to let you wear pull ups. You need to tell momma when you need to go potty and she will pull your trousers and pull ups down and sit you on the big plastic potty. Little boys who are potty training still need nappies at night and you’ll be wrapped up tightly in a big fluffy nappy after bath time every night. Of course I’m sure you’ll forget about needing to go potty which is why momma will constantly ask you if you need to go, however if you say no and then wet your pull ups, you can expect momma to pull those down and put you over her knee for a well earned bare botty spanking. Momma is going to be strict with you and any rule breaking will result in a red bottom and corner time. But now you’re older you can help momma bake cookies and cakes and she’ll let you lick the spoon. Lots of cuddles with my little man and you can help momma around the house. You’ll look so cute in just your Spider man pullups and dinosaur t-shirts. It makes momma’s job of checking you for wetness so much easier
Weeks 9 & 10
Oh my you’ve grown up and momma is getting you ready to go “back to school” You’re nearly fully potty trained with only the occasional wetting accident. So momma has gone out and bought you some proper big boy briefs. They have lots of cool designs on them. Spiderman obviously, I’ve got several pairs of them, some other marvel prints and some basic plain colours so you can feel like a big boy when we go out. Momma is still going to ask you if you need the potty, especially if she sees you doing your little potty dance. As you’re bigger now, you have lots more responsibilities, you are big enough to put away your toys after play time is over, you can read books by yourself. You help momma clean up the house and do the laundry. And you can help her big person cooking. We have put the big plastic potty away in the cupboard and now you’re using the big boy toilet all by yourself and wiping our bottom properly after poopies. Momma is so proud of your journey to being a proper little man, but understands you still get into mischief. You sometimes still have little wet accidents in your big boy pants and that means momma will turn that cute little bottom of your red and put you back in a nappy for the rest of the day as punishment. You can go the whole night without wetting your night time nappy, but momma knows you sleep more soundly having one on, so she still gets you properly wrapped up for bed every night.
So that’s it my love. I need you to be better, to get you’re head in the correct space you can be a proper functioning adult. We’re going to have so much fun over the next 10 weeks. I’ll take you to the park, we’ll go for picnics and walk the dog and feed the ducks. You’ll get an allowance to spend on sweeties at the shops if you’ve been a good boy. You’ll get to go shopping with momma and she’ll make sure your bottom is checked when we’re out for wetness.
Now the bad news. You’re not allowed any alcohol for the whole 10 weeks. You have to do everything momma says without questions. Any breaking of my rules will result in you getting a proper hard bare bottom spanking. You are never allow to touch your nappy at any time or play with what is in it 😊 Which brings me to “Mommas needs” Obviously momma has needs, that only a grown up can provide, seeing you naked 4 or 5 times a day as I change your nappy, or bathe you, or even when I turn that tight little butt of yours over my knee will inevitably make momma hot in all kinds of places. Therefore momma is going to need you to fix this her whenever she needs to satisfy her needs. I will take you out of your nappy and you will be allowed to be a proper man, then straight after we’ll go back to our plan.
If you agree to this plan, and giving me full responsibility for you over the next 10 weeks, just send me a text with a “Baby emoji” and the words “I’m ready momma”
Love you so much baby boy.
Your darling wife.
He let this sink in for a moment, and an emotional wave came over him. He felt so loved in that very moment that he started to cry, all the stress that had built up was too much for him. With tears in his eyes he reached for his phone and sent the message his wife needed to see.
His phone immediately buzzed back with a heart emoji and 10 seconds later buzzed back again with the following message:
“Finally and you’re not going to like this one little bit. When I get home, I want you standing in the corner in just your underwear. I want you to get a high backed chair from the dining room and place it in the middle of the lounge. You will also need to get the paddle, the hairbrush and the cane from under the bed. I know you have constantly lied to me about the hours you are doing and I know you’ve been going back into work when you said you are tucked up in bed. So I’m going to really punish you for this behaviour so you remember what happens to naughty boys who lie to me. This is not going to be a normal spanking where I turn your bottom red and then we make love afterwards. I’m going to teach you a lesson through your bottom that you will hopefully remember. If you end up sobbing and begging me to stop then I know its working, but only I will decide when the punishment is over. You will be so thankful to be put back into nappies tonight to protect a very sore bottom when you sit down over the next few days. I’m sorry baby, but I have to show you that lies and sneaking around are not good for our relationship and I’m only doing this for your own good. Love you, see you in 30 minutes. Don’t disobey me or it will 10 times worse.
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Week 1 - Classic Horror - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Author’s Note: Happy October everyone! Here is my promised start of TWST Halloween 2021! Starting off with a classic story, the story of Jekyll and Hyde, one of my favorite psychological horror/thriller books! It may not be super well-known, but it’s well known in the old literature community as most likely one of the first psychological stories about the human condition! So, as celebration of the story I love so much, I will be putting a spin on the classic tale with my OC Quentin! I hope I did the story of Jekyll and Hyde some justice!
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death and rape, and an ending that. . . Is kind of ambiguous.
Crow’s Dusk is a quiet town.
It’s always been that way, ever since I moved into this small town with my spouses.
I’ve always loved this small town. Despite the fact it’s mostly divided into eight parts and everyone mostly keeps to their part of town, it’s often so calm and quiet in this town, you can take a stroll at night, meet someone new without being afraid of being killed, and meet them again the next day at one of the many schools in this town and become friends. It’s so much different than my home where being murdered was a very real threat.
For the most part, this town doesn’t stand out compared to others that make national news for things like plagues or mass murders despite this small town holding some of the most advanced schools in the country. Sure, we have bar fights that our police gave up on cracking down on, a church whose not really all that serious about it’s work, and celebrities that stop by the town so often or live here that I can call most of them by name. Hell, a world-famous actor came by my house the other day to ask for more sugar and flour and I called him by his first name and offered a drink at the bar next time I saw him.
It’s quite strange, thinking about this town in the grand scheme of things, really.
We’re all so different, and yet, we live in the same area.
It almost makes me-
“Quentin, darling?” Eadwine called from the balcony in a white shawl covering her nightgown.
“Yes, Eadwine, my love?” I called back, walking back to her.
“You’re still dressed, dear. Come inside, it’s almost midnight.” Eadwine pouted in that cute way she always did when she was worried, as she came and took my shawl that I wore. “Have you slept at all?”
“Forgive me. I just was clearing my head after an meeting.” I must’ve said, guilty, as she pouted more.
“Geez. I swear, they keep you so late.” Eadwine said, opening the door to our home and putting my shawl on the rack. “I might have to go to a meeting myself to see what all those late night meeting are about.”
“Well, you know the council, paranoid as always.” I sighed, as I followed Eadwine to the kitchen. “At least I have no paperwork this time.”
“With all these incidents happening, I almost don’t blame them for their worries, my loves.” Another familiar voice chimed in, and sooner after, I felt a warm kiss on the forehead. “I’m glad you got home safe, Quentin my dear. I was getting worried.”
“Indeed.” I smiled as best as I could at him. “I am home. And can eat some wonderful food instead of food from the bar.”
“Then, let’s go eat.” Eadwine smiled. “The fireplace is still going. You can tell me all about the meeting while we cuddle!”
“Yes, yes. No time to waste.” I joked, as I was guided to out living room by the loves of my life.
There was knock at the door. Strange, the paper came in a few hours ago, it wasn’t the milkman or mailman, way too late for them.
Who was it at this early in the morning?
“Ah, yes, coming!” I called, and opened the door to see. . . Epel Felmier. “Epel? What’s the matter?”
“Is Quentin up?” Epel asked very seriously, panting and out of breath.
“Yes, she went to visit the asylum to check on the patients, as she normally does in the morning.” I said, “Why?”
Epel seemed relieved, tried to get inside the house. “I need to use your phone, right now.”
“Epel, please tell me what’s happening!” I said, preventing him from getting inside. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not ask any questions!”
“I can’t.” Epel said, trying to push past me. “Vil said this isn’t something I say to just anyone. It needs to be to council members only.”
“Well you know, so I’d say that’s off the table.” I said, sternly while holding my ground. “You clearly know! Just tell me!”
Epel seemed so surprised he stopped trying to push past me, blinked a few times.
“Fine.” He said, stopping trying to push past me. “But we have to be inside and you have to swear to me not to say a word about this.”
I nodded. “Alright.” And I move aside, letting Epel in.
So, after I sat him down and started to make tea right in front of him, I simply asked. “So, what’s the matter?”
“Old man Crowley’s been murdered.”
“What?” I said, almost dropping the cup I was preparing for Epel. “I’m sorry, are you serious?”
“Yeah.” The lavender haired boy said. “He was found by Yuu while walking Grim.”
“I-I see.” I simply said, giving him his cup that he took and took a drink of.
Crowley’s been killed?
Why?
Who would do such a thing? This town- It’s so quiet and peaceful. Nobody really hates anyone else. Sure, we fight with each other, but we make up soon after. It’s impossible to not in such a small town.
Who would be so mad that they would kill Old Man Crowley?
“Mrs. Eadwine?” Epel asked.
“Sorry. I’m just so shocked. It’s just. . . It seems so strange in a town like this.” I said, as I stood up, fixed my dress. “Yes, you can use the phone. This way.”
“Thank you.” Epel said, as he followed me to the kitchen, but upon seeing a steak I’d made last night. He stood there, watching the steak. I stopped upon noticing, “Do you want it? It will take a few moments for me to get Quentin.”
To which Epel’s face light up, showing a genuine smile I haven’t seen from him yet. “’Eally Ed-wine? ‘Ank you!” He smiled, as he took the meat for himself, and after a few seconds, he seemed embarrassed. “A-Ah. Sorry about that. Got a little to excited there. Where are the cutlery?”
I laughed because of his cuteness, and pointed to the drawer he was standing in front of “Right below you.”
Which earned another smile and a ‘thank you’ from Epel as I picked up the phone, and put in the number to the asulyum.
“Yes, this is Dusk Asylum. How can I help you?” A voice on the other side said. I didn’t know this person, nor did I quite care.
“I’m Quentin Nighty-Sallow’s wife, Eadwine Nighty-Sallow. I need to speak with her right now.”
“Huh? I mean, yes, I can do that as Quentin is free right now, but what is the matter?” The other person on the other side asked. “It’s not often you call.”
“Something has come up in our family. And I need to tell Quentin about it.” I said, which seemed to make the other person on the other side of the line stay quiet for a few minutes but simply make a ‘hmph.’ noise.
“Alright. Please wait a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” The person said, and sure enough, soon after the person came back. “Here she is.”
“Eadwine?” Quentin concerned voice made me soften for a moment. Her voice full of concern. . . It’s so. . . motherly it makes me want to be in her warm, loving embrace so badly. “What’s the matter?”
“Epel needs to speak with you. It’s urgent.” I said, making sure to be serious.
Quentin was silent for a few minutes. “Is he with you?”
“Yes. I’ll hand it over to him.” I said, and made a gesture to Epel to make him come over. He did, and then he took the phone as I stood to the side, making sure to give the two space to speak, but close enough if Epel needed me he could see me.
The conversation was actually quite short. Epel’s side of the conversation went something like this, “Good afternoon Mrs. Quentin. . . Yes, it is wonderful to hear from you, it’s been so long, but unfortunately I didn’t come to talk, I’m actually here for Vil. . . Yes. . . No. Old Man Crowley’s been killed. . . And we don’t know who did it but Yuu’s panicking really badly. . . .Yes. . . Yes. . . When can you get off work? . . . Ah? . . . Yes, he did. . . And, yes, I was planning on it, to help out. . . Really?!” Epel’s eyes lit up. “Thanks a lot Mrs. Quentin! I owe you one! I’ll go be with the others, then! Thanks so much!”
And then he hung up with a smile.
“Everything alright now?” I asked which earned a nod from Epel.
“Yes, she said she’d take care of everything and I should go back home for today to rest from that startling revelation and she’ll pull some strings to let me get off school for today so I can be with Yuu and the others. She’s the best!” Epel smiled happily again, to which I nodded.
“That’s why I married her. Go on.” I smiled. “Go enjoy your day off.”
Epel then nodded, and almost took off out of the house before he stopped. “Ah. Would you mind if we stop by since you, well, know and we have no place else we can be in?”
I laughed and then nodded again. “No, I do not mind at all. But normally Amiel, Azazel and Quentin all come home around twelve to have lunch with me so I don’t feel alone in this big house all day. I hope you don’t mind if we all have lunch together.”
Epel shook his head. “No, it’s quite alright. What’s on for lunch?”
“Amiel asked for breakfast foods since his work has been hard lately. So I was thinking of egg sandwiches since our chickens have been making too many eggs lately.” I smiled, which earned a nod for Epel.
“I see. Deuce will love it then.” Epel smiled, as he turned back towards the door. “I’ll be back then.”
I waved to him as I walk towards him, and as soon as Epel left, I waved goodbye.
“Oh dear. How am I going to make food for eleven people?” I then asked myself, as I closed the door.
I'd never been to an emergency meeting before.
In a small town like this, meeting happened once a month, if at all that month.
So, to say I was nervous was. . . A bit understating things. Though luckily, I wasn't the only one who was a little nervous about this meeting.
"What? The mayor's dead?" Kalim Al-Asim, the head of the Scarabia district said, as if he wasn't informed.
"Yes. He's been killed." Vil Schoenheit said. "Someone stomped him to death."
"What?!" Riddle Rosehearts said. "How?! How do you stomp a person to death?!"
"You'd be surprised how easy it is for some." Azul Ashengrotto sneered, looking at Leona.
"Shut it Octopus." Leona Kingscholar growled at the mafia man. "Our guys said it wasn't them. They are at the bar when this shit went down."
"Moving on," Vil said. "Yuu and Grim need a home now. And, they said that they saw who it was."
The whole room went silent.
"They saw the person who killed Crowley?" Riddle clarified, which Vil nodded.
"Then who was it?" Ortho Shroud, who was standing in for Idia Shroud spoke up.
"According to Yuu, the person. . . Had really black hair. And didn't even look human." Vil said. "They couldn't even tell if was a boy or a girl."
"Eehhhhh." The group seemed to say.
"That narrows nothing down." Leona said. "We have lots of people with black hair and a black cloak."
"We'll be here all night debating who it is if we keep this up." I spoke up. "I'll take in Yuu and Grim. No matter the case, those two need a new home. My house is pretty big. I'll take them in."
"I figured you'd say that." Vil sighed. "Quentin, we can't tiptoe around this. We need that information."
"I know." I sighed. "But Yuu won't talk if they don't feel safe, plus, there’s no point debating this. We’ll just end up putting someone’s head in a noose without evidence."
Vil sighed again. "Fine. You're the master at this, so I'll trust you on this."
Mrs. Quentin’s Mansion was bigger than I thought it would be.
Yes, it was rumored that she was pretty rich, but I didn’t think her house was. . . At least three stories high! From how she normally acts, she doesn’t seem to be quite as rich as her house says she is. She even has a fountain and personal gate in front of her house!
“God, Quentin has a huge house.” Ace Trappola said. “She definitely can house at least you and Grim, if not a good amount of the city comfortably.”
“I know she’s a world-famous psychologist and a diplomat for a royal family, but, it’s strange seeing her house when Quentin is so different than the other council members who are so stuck up with their money.” Deuce Spade said.
“Yeah.” Epel Felmier sighed. “But I like her home. It has a homey-feel to it.”
“True.” Ace smirked. “It’s so much better than Section Mayor Rosehearts house. His house is so clean and proper it makes me sick sometimes.”
“Pffft.” Jack Howl laughed. “You should see Section Mayor Kingscholar's place. It puts all the others houses to shame.”
“Master Draconia’s house is the best!” Sebek Zigvolt piped up.
“Yes, yes. We all know you like Section Mayor Draconia.” Ace sneered, causing Sebek to give a look of shock.
“What’d you say?!”
“Oh, there she is.” Das Alvah spoke up, and sure enough, there was a female figure coming towards them.
A woman with long brown hair, wearing a green and brown dress, surprisingly not so formally dressed. The woman then opened up the gate, letting the young townspeople in.
“Good afternoon!” The woman smiled. “Welcome to my home! I’m happy you all made it safely!”
“Thanks for inviting us!” Deuce said, politely seeming rather embarrassed.
“And thanks for you food~!” Ace smirked, as he walked towards the big house, with a few of my bags in hand.
“Come now, no need to be polite since we all know each other already, Eadwine just finished lunch. Let’s all eat before it gets cold.” Quentin smiled, and gestured the group to come in. And, the group did and Quentin closed the gate behind the group, and lead the group inside the home.
“Hey, Mrs. Quentin?” Deuce asked, as the group came inside the home.
“Yes, what is it Deuce?” Quentin smiled at Deuce and then others.
“Where should we set Yuu and Grim’s stuff?” Deuce said, gestured to the things the others where holding for me.
“Oh, anywhere is fine, really.” The council member smiled. “Eadwine said she’ll pick it up later.”
“Eh?! Is that really okay?!” Jack said, nervously. “This is your house after all.”
Quentin laughed. “We’re here to have lunch and hang out together, not to worry about luggage.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because we can-”
Quentin sighed. “No, no. It’s alright, really. I know my house is pretty far from town and a lot has happened lately, so it must’ve been hard to get here. There’s no need to worry about things like luggage. We’ll take care of it later. For now, let’s eat and relax for a bit.”
“Yeah~!” Ace smiled, as he set down my stuff. “Quentin’s my kind of Council Member!”
“Alright, if you say so.” Deuce said, setting down my stuff with Epel, Jack, Sebek and Das following suit soon after, following Epel to the kitchen.
"Hey! Amiel! You can't eat all of it!" A masculine voice said. "We have guests coming over!"
"Yeah, so?" Another voice said, as we entered unto the kitchen to see. . . Two men, one with blonde hair, one with dark brown hair. It seems the brown haired man was eating a bunch of food, while two blonde people where trying to stop him. "The chickens will make more!"
"Darlings, please!" A woman with blonde hair said, "The guests are here!"
As soon as the brown haired heard the guests where there, he stopped eating and looked up and upon seeing us, he blinks a few times, and then seems to turn into a prefect gentleman. “Ah! Welcome to our home!” Amiel said. “You must be tired! Come now, let’s all eat!”
The blonde male let out a tired sigh, while the blonde female let out a laugh. Though, it was hard to tell if it was awkward or mischievous in nature.
“Ah~ Thanks for having us~!” Ace said, as he immediately started to eat some of the food.
“Ah! Ace! Be polite!” Deuce said.
“Pffft! Not like you don’t want to do the same!” The red-haired boy said while gathering his food, which made the other boy nervous.
“W-Well, you’re not wrong, but the host is here! Show some respect to them!” Deuce said, as he also started to gather food as well. The others started to follow suit, gathering the food and going into a sunroom, from all the windows in the room.
And, for the most part, the day was spent in that room. I mean, we did explore Quentin’s house, but the sunroom was the place all of us decided to hang out with in for the day. Surprisingly, Ace, Deuce and the others stayed the night. Despite my insisting they go home, they stayed for dinner and we had a party until late into the night.
Which, surprisingly, didn’t really affect our school day the next day.
It became more and more often after the murder of Dire Crowley.
More murders in the streets at night, but now more was happening during the nights.
People where being raped by this ‘Figure in Black’ as the town dubbed them, houses where being robbed in the night as people slept with their valuables being destroyed, people being almost kidnapped by the figure, people being beaten in the streets by this figure, all sorts of bad things happening in the small town. At this point, everyone in this town had seen the figure and distrust was blooming like flowers in spring. Sections of the town where divided, gangs where formed in hopes of stopping this person, wearing black was practically forbidden, and rumors where spread of people possibly being suspects. Nooses where tied on trees, hoping the Figure in Black would happen to be nearby and be caught inside one of them. Innocents where being beaten in the streets in hopes of someone being caught.
It was getting terrible.
Years and years of trust and familiarity all out the window because of a figure we haven’t even seen.
The Figure in Black haunts our streets, and the only thing we know about them for sure is they have black hair, yellow eyes, and look almost inhuman with a walking pattern. . . that seems both snooty and inhuman. Other sources contradict each other, like when Vil’s home was robbed he says the figure was wearing a full outfit under their iconic black coat that went to the floor. While local gangs who’d encountered the Figure in Black says the person wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and when the Figure would fight they’d see skin. Dirty skin, but skin nonetheless. There was just so much in the air about this Figure in Black.
And, honestly, it’s so hard. I can’t do my job like this.
Recently, there had been something left by the Figure in Black at one of the Professor’s houses. Professor Ashton Vargas specifically.
The word, “Narcissist” was written outside of the poor Professor’s house. In blood, according to some.
And, it was a speculate. People from all over town came to see it in person, no matter the section of town you came from, people came to see. Council members, townspeople, all walks of life came to see it.
“Oh Gods! The Figure in Black actually wrote that in blood?! Whose blood is it?!”
“Maybe the person they murdered yesterday. Did you hear? They murder the head priest!”
“Argh! I’m gonna nab that guy myself! And in my territory too! He’s got some balls to pull that shit!”
“I bet it was him! His handwriting is close to the writing!”
“Seriously?!”
“Urgh. I’m not cleaning this up. It’s so gross.”
“The gangs and police are useless. They aren’t even doing anything, look at them. They’re just standing there, dumbfounded. Absolute nimrods.”
“Yeah, useless bastards. What do we even let them around for?”
I’d come by just to speak with the council members there to inform them that Quentin. . . still refused to come out of her room.
Quentin says she’s been sick the past few days, and from the crying and throwing up coming from her room, I’d be inclined to believe her. But, I myself haven’t really been with her in days, since she doesn’t want anyone to visit her while she’s like this. Yes, I’ve fed her, and helped her sleep and things like that, but other than that. . . She’s mostly kept to the bed.
I hate when she’s like this. . .Because I can’t cuddle with her! She gives the best cuddles after she’s back from work! And her boobs are so warm and soft-
“Eadwine?” Riddle Rosehearts said, as the other council members turned around to look at what Riddle was talking about. “Tell me you have good news for me.”
I tilted my head. “I suppose that depends on what you mean by good news.”
“As in, your wife is suddenly better and can help us.” Vil Schoenheit said, putting a hand on his hip.
“No. But she does feel awful for this happening. She’s tried to come out of her room multiple times, but she always ends up going back to bed or passing out.”
“W-Well, that’s much better than yesterday.” Kalim Al-Asim offered, though he himself seemed pretty unsure of what to actually say to keep the mood up.
“Not by much.” Azul Ashengrotto said. “What in Twisted Wonderland did she get sick with?”
“But, there is a silver lining in this.” I stated. “She said she was up really late at night because she couldn’t sleep, and she made up some macrons.”
“Huh? Why was she baking at night? Doesn’t she know that she could get into trouble if she stays up?” Leona asked.
I shrugged. “I asked, but she said she wasn’t thinking straight and she probably used up her luck for a year with not getting hurt by the Figure in Black.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” Riddle said, as he took a macron and others followed suit. “That woman must’ve gotten pretty lucky.”
“Despite being sick, Mrs. Quentin Nighty-Sallow makes good food.” Ortho smiled, which Kalim seemed to agree with as he made a happy noise.
“Indeed. I must get her recipe for this. it’s pretty good.” Azul said.
“Meh. Trey does better.” Riddle simply said. “But it’s pretty close, I’ll give her that.”
As the Council Members took the macrons, I looked at the writing on the wall.
Wait. . . That handwriting. It look familiar.
“Ah. I see you’re no better than the other housewives.” Azul teased.
“I suppose.” I said. “But, isn’t the Figure in Black right though?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, Vargas is a narcissist, according to Quentin. It’s well know throughout the town he is pretty full of himself, and Quentin says that it is also called being a Narcissist. While I don’t like the blood on the wall, why would they do such a thing if the town already knows Vargas loves himself?”
The other seemed quiet for a moment, but after a few moments of silence, Azul spoke up. "You're right. This narrows things down."
"It does?" I asked.
"Yes. Since Narcissist is such a lesser known word, even I didn't know what the word meant, only people like Quentin would know it, hence they could use it." Riddle said simply. "We just need to narrow down to Quentin and those close with her, and keep an eye on them, and we'll catch the culprit."
“Well, that’s one way to see it.” I sighed. “But, are we really going to track down every person who knows the word Narcissist?”
“If that’s what it takes, yes.” Riddle said.
I sighed. It was a foolish idea. But, well, I didn’t have one that was better.
I don’t have much time now. I wish I had more time but. . . She’s done something that has sped up the process of finding out it’s me.
But. . . I haven’t been able to stop her yet!
What am I supposed to do?! It’s only a matter of time before they find out it’s me! My days are numbered!
I. . . I haven’t avenged them! They. . .They! They can’t rest in peace with a woman like her wandering the streets! She can’t be allowed to wander the streets! She’ll destroy everything in this world without mercy!
That monster-she has to erased from this world.
For all those who’ve suffered!
No one know must ever know the truth.
I have to stop her!
I don’t know how, but I will!
I don’t know if I can stop her anymore, but I have to try!
I. . .I did this! I’m the only one who can stop this!
I may not know the difference between what is right and what is wrong anymore, or even have a say in it, but. . . she cannot be allowed to walk the streets.
Winifred must be stopped, no matter the cost!
Mrs. Quentin. . . Hasn’t come out of her room in days.
She hasn’t come out for anything. Food, water, not even to use the bathroom.
Mrs. Eadwine, Mr. Amiel and Mr. Azazel keep trying to get her to open the door and help her, but she’s boarded up the door and she’s begged us to let her out.
I’ve. . . I’ve never heard her sound so desperate. Every time we try to talk to her. . . She sounds like she’s crying. She screams for us to please leave her alone, and that she doesn’t want us hurt. . . But what does she mean by that?
She’s been screaming other nonsense as well.
Talking about a woman named Winifred. . . Saying everything it’s all her fault and she’s so sorry for everything. . . How she should just die already. . . It’s scary.
I. . . I hate to see the woman who took me in act like this. Mrs. Quentin. . . She’s worked so hard as a council member. . . She’s helped out so many people in Crow’s Dusk, and yet, I can do nothing as she rots away in that room.
Mrs. Eadwine also is starting to break. She. . . Can’t listen to Mrs. Quentin cry. She’s become less of a housewife and has wandered town, crying in hopes Quentin will leave one day. Mr. Amiel and Mr. Azazel aren’t much better.
What are we supposed to do? The Nighty-Sallow house is falling apart, and I-
What am I supposed to do?
It’s hard to go home anymore.
Quentin. . . I love her but. . . She’s tearing herself apart.
I don’t get it!
Why?!
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, QUENTIN?
DO YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER? BECUASE CAN’T YOU SEE?! I’M SUFFERING! IT HURTS! I CAN’T BEAR MUCH OF THIS ANYMORE! IT’S TOO MUCH! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!
DOES IT HURT THAT MUCH?! WHY WON’T YOU LET US HELP, THEN?! WHY ARE YOU WAILING IN PAIN ALL DAY AND NIGHT! IT PAINS ME TO HEAR YOU! WHY?! WHY?! WHY ARE YOU ACTING THIS WAY?!
WHY WON’T YOU LET US HELP?!?!
Ah.
I’d wandered off from town again. I’d gone to Professor Vargas’ house again. I don’t know why, but i keep coming here.
“Urgh. Now’s not the time for this.” I said, wiping away my tears and then I saw it.
The message written on the wall of Vargas’ house.
He still hasn’t washed it, has he? Gods, what a-Wait.
I got closer. That letter i. That’s looks like. . . how Quentin does her i’s. The way the dot is-Wait.
No. No. No.
It can’t be!
There’s no way!
She won’t do such a thing! She’s too kind, yes, she’d get mad at others, but she won’t hurt others!
This doesn’t make sense!
I raced to our home, straight to where Quentin had locked herself up. “QUENTIN DESMONA! OPEN THIS DOOR! RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”
Silence.
“QUENTIN! DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME THE SILENT TREATMENT! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN THIS GODFORAKREN DOOR, NOW! OR SO HELP ME GOD I’LL SMASH THIS DOOR DOWN!”
Still silence.
“FINE THEN! THIS DOOR IS COMING DOWN! YOU BETTER NOT BE NEAR IT WHEN I BREAK IT!”
One hit. It moved.
Two hits. The door made a strange noise.
Three hits. The door broke, I could see on the other side Quentin has stacked chairs and tables by the door.
Four hits. The door broke even more.
Five hits. The door was gone, and all that was left was the chairs and tables.
After some pushing they where at one side too. Until I could finally-
And on the floor, there laid Quentin.
Covered in blood.
“Quen. . .tin?”
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uhm if you still need and want a benny boi request: hiking with him and soft sex by the fireplace to warm up 🥺 or in the tent bc it's probably pretty cold ngl
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God you bitches get me. These prompts are wonderful and came in about 30 seconds apart lmao so i hope you like what I did with them!
warnings: smut but its like super somft and fluffy, also a lil bit of arguing
Blurb Advent: Day 16
The trip wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined it would be. Initially you’d been planning to get away during Summer, maybe head to the beach for a couple of weeks, spend your time relaxing in the sun, hitting the waves. But the timing never quite worked out and the whole idea of going away was put on hold until it had cooled down again. And of course, once it became clear the trip would be in winter, you had to stop thinking of the beach and find somewhere new to go. Luckily (you supposed) a family friend of Ben’s had a cabin in the woods that he was happy to let you use. You weren’t quite as thrilled with it as you would have been a little beach side cottage, but you really just wanted some time for you and Ben without other distractions and he wanted to get out of the city. And neither of you wanted to wait another six months for the break. So the arrangements were made and early on a Friday morning you grumbled your way out of bed and into the warmest clothes you owned, packing everything into the car, ready to head off on your holiday.
The cabin was cute, surrounded by tall trees and the promise of picturesque views. A generator had been installed a few years previous to allow access to electricity and there was a large rain tank to collect water for all the plumbing systems. You had been warned that in dryer weather you may need to seek out the nearby well to collect water for drinking and cooking. There’d been a lot of rain in the previous month so you didn’t think you’d need to worry about it but, all the same, you kept it in mind, adding a few metal water bottles to your essential supplies (which included things like food, the makings of tea and coffee, toothpaste and condoms). On top of the essentials you also made sure to pack Ben’s guitar and your travel paint set in the hopes that the seclusion and nature would inspire you both.
The first day was mostly spent getting there and unpacking. When you arrived, you had to carry all your gear up a short incline that the car couldn’t access but it was worth it when you saw the scene. It was gorgeous, the surrounding woods a little damp with fresh rainfall, the cabin looking cozy and warm and perfect for a romantic getaway. You spent the morning putting food in the fridge and poking around the cabin, getting the doors and windows open to let in some air and natural light. In the afternoon you checked out the store of firewood and decided to collect some more so that it would have time to dry out under cover before you needed it. Together, bundled up in warm coats and gloves, you walked around the immediate area, collecting any logs that looked large enough as well as smaller sticks for kindling. In the evening you made dinner together and settled in for a night on the couch, wrapped in as many blankets as you could get your hands on. Things had been so busy lately you almost didn’t know what to do with yourself now that you were taking a break from it all. But the chaos you’d been living in had meant you didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Ben properly so that was what you did. Snuggled up on the couch and talked, finally able to just be together.
The next day Ben suggested you check out the surrounding area, follow the hiking trail up the hill and see what was out there. There were practical reasons like finding the well just in case you did need it, but mostly it was just for fun. You each filled a backpack with a water bottle and some food as well as a grabbing a small first aid kit, some bug spray to combat the mosquitos you’d noticed the night before, and your paints. Ben slung his guitar over his back and you set off. The walk itself was fine though there were a few steep places on the trail. Ben used them as an excuse to hold your hand, getting a few steps higher and then offering his to help you follow. It was silly but cute and you found yourself giggling whenever he did it. It was quiet too, which was nice. You didn’t meet any other people on the trail but that meant you could stop and point out creatures that crossed your path or pause to take photos of interesting plants and pretty views you might like to paint later.
At the top of the hill was a little lookout area with a park bench. Since you seemed to have it to yourself you unpacked your bags and ate lunch looking out over the tops of the trees below. As you ate you pulled out your sketchbook and started to draw things you could see, going over some with paints and leaving others as just the outline. Ben pulled out his guitar and found a small spot to lean against a tree and play softly, his eyes closed as he plucked at the strings. It was tranquil and peaceful and perfect. Or nearly perfect. You hadn’t noticed it as much while you were walking but now that you were standing still you realised just how freezing cold it was. For a while you tried to ignore it but eventually you had to speak up.
“Benny? Are you getting cold? My fingers are starting to freeze, maybe we should think about heading back?”
Ben dropped into the seat beside you and grabbed your hands in his, “I’ll warm them up for you.”
“That’s cute,” you smiled, not mentioning how unhelpful of a suggestion it was, “But I’m serious. The walk up here took a while anyway, might be best to start heading back down now, before it starts getting dark and even colder. Plus I don’t like the look of those clouds,” you pointed to a dark patch of sky off in the distance.
Ben eyed the rainclouds and thought for a moment, “Alright, you make a good point. Let’s pack up.”
As quickly as you could you packed everything back into your bags and began to make your way back down the slope. Walking did help warm you up again though you couldn’t help but mention your need to defrost in front of the fire. And your discomfort only got worse as the rain began. The trees protected you a little but not enough and before long your teeth were chattering and your toes felt numb. Ben was just as unhappy, his hair dripping onto his face as he snapped at you to hurry up. He got particularly cranky when you paused to take a photo of the pretty haze the rain had thrown over one of the scenes you’d photographed on your way up, the roof of your cabin just visible through the trees.
“All your fucking complaining and now you want to stop to take pictures? Jesus Christ.”
“Hey, if it wasn’t for me you’d still be sitting up at the fucking lookout twiddling your thumbs.”
“You’re so fucking full of it. And slow! Could you walk a little faster please!” Ben tried to grab your hand and pull you along but you shook him off.
“It’s not my fault my feet feel like ice blocks. I didn’t even want to come out to this stupid cabin.”
“You’re the one who was practically begging for me to take you somewhere.”
“Yeah but not a fucking cabin in the middle of nowhere. This is the start of a horror film Ben. You brought me to a horror film.”
“Y’know this isn’t exactly what I wanted either. I was hoping for something a little more romantic, a little less bitching.”
“Well I think you’ve put paid to that.” You spat back, dropping your eyes to your feet so you could watch the terrain you were walking over, not wanting to slip in case Ben decided to walk ahead.
You were surprised when Ben held his hand out to you, offering his help to get down a particularly uneven patch of the path, but you took it all the same.
“Sorry,” he said softly, keeping his hand tight around yours, “I know this isn’t ideal.”
“It was lovely up until the rain,” you shrugged, “Sorry I stopped before, and that I’ve been winging so much,”
“Hey, you’re allowed to winge, especially when your idiot boyfriend gets you stuck freezing to death in the middle of nowhere,” he squeezed your hand reassuringly, “but maybe he can make it up to you when you get back to the cabin?”
“How?”
“I’m thinking we get the fire going and sit as close to it as we can until we’re warm. I can make us some hot chocolate and then maybe we whip up a curry for dinner? Something really hot.”
You chucked and nodded, “Sounds good. Can I make one request?” “What is it?” “Can we cuddle? While we’re in front of the fire?”
“The cuddling was implied. It’s the most romantic thing I can think of so of course we’re cuddling.”
“You’re not an idiot Ben. And walking in the rain is kind of romantic, especially when there’s a fire to go back to.”
Ben pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it as you walked.
By the time you got back to the cabin you were damp through, though your shoes felt completely soaked. Ben was true to his word though, peeling off his jacket and bending over the fireplace as he told you to go and get changed. You dug out clean, dry clothes, throwing Ben’s hoodie over the top. You grabbed all the blankets you could and came out to a fire coming to life as Ben hurried off to change. While he was gone you dropped the blankets on the floor, a little back from the fireplace, creating a sort of nest for the two of you.
“You stole my hoodie,” Ben pouted.
“Can’t blame me, it’s so warm and soft and I look cute in it,”
He chucked as he took his place beside you, wrapping his arms around you, “all of that is very true.”
For a while you just sat together, letting the feeling come back to your fingers and toes. Ben asked to see the photos you’d taken, pointing out scenery he thought would make nice artwork, and especially anything you could hang on the walls at home.
“I hope your sketchbook didn’t get too wet”
“I don’t think the rain got into the bags too much. What about your guitar?”
“It should be fine, it’s been in worse weather. Sorry I was short with you before,” he said quietly, his nose bumping your cheek.
You turned your head towards him, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too.”
He kissed you softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.
You sighed against his lips and shifted to better face him, discouraging him from moving away.
Ben kissed you slowly and deeply, as if he intended to just keep kissing you all night. But gradually his hands began to wander too, fingertips lightly tracing patterns over your sides as they slipped further down. You hummed at the touch, mirroring him, trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Slowly, he inched the hem of the hoodie higher until he could pull it over your head. You didn’t mind, plenty warm from the fire and Ben’s embrace.
“This okay?” Ben asked between small kisses along the corner of your mouth, his fingers already tugging at your shirt.
“Mmhmm, very,”
He nodded and lifted your shirt over your head, keeping his arms up so you could do the same to him.
He didn’t rush, leisurely following the line of your throat with his lips, humming in response to your whimpers and mewls. You were already wet when he wriggled his hand under the band of your leggings, exacerbating your arousal as he stroked along your slit.
Once he had your pants off he rolled you onto your front, making sure you were comfortable amongst all the blankets, the heat of the fire washing over you. Gently, he hooking his fingers into the top of your underwear, pulling them down your legs, leaving soft kisses on your lower back and arse and thighs.
“Give me two seconds, babe,” he whispered, tugging his own pants off and leaning over to grab one of your backpacks.
“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at the noise.
“Might have thrown a couple of condoms in here, just in case.”
“In case? In case of what?”
“I don’t know. In case the view made you super horny or we wandered into a fairy ring and ended up kidnapped by pervert fairies. Just, y’know, in case.”
“You’re so stupid,” you laughed, tapping him with your foot as you lay down again, your arms folded under your head.
“I was just preparing for any eventuality.”
“Mmm well, you might want to hurry up and prepare or else I’m gonna fall asleep here. It’s very comfortable,”
“Don’t do that, hang on,” You heard Ben tear at the wrapper and then swear and then tear it again as you laughed into your arms.
“Alright, ready. You still awake,”
“Surprisingly, yes,”
“Good,” his voice was close to your ear as he lay over you, cocooning you in his warmth as he entered you from behind.
You moaned into your arm as he slowly rocked into you, his chest against your back as he braced himself on arms either side of you. There wasn’t much scope for anything fast or hard but it was intimate, his cock pressed against your g-spot so that every slight shift of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through you.
Ben kissed your shoulder and left his lips there as he mumbled, “feel good?”
“Mmhmm, fucking incredible,”
“Mmm, you feel incredible too.”
You pushed your self up and looked around for Ben. Within seconds he was kissing you again, tongue dragging over your lips as another jolt shot though you and you gasped.
For a while you stayed like that, your movements lazy and slow. But it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge, even with Ben groaning in your ear or sucking at your pulse point.
“I need more Ben,”
“Alright, babe, if I pull out are you good to roll over?”
You nodded, catching him in another kiss to show your appreciation.
Once you were on your back, leaning on your forearms, Ben adjusted his position, his legs falling between yours as he lined himself up once more. He wasn’t much deeper but the angle was different and you felt Ben hit a spot he hadn’t reached before as he leaned over you and attached his lips to your neck again.
“Fuck, Ben,” The fire was still burning, heating your opposite side as you threw your arm around Ben, digging your nails into his back as he gave an experimental thrust.
“This better?” “Yeah. You make me feel so good,”
Ben smiled and lay you back further, so he didn’t have to hold himself up with his arms, instead allowing him to slide one hand between you to softly play with your clit.
You grasped at his back as his hips snapped against yours harder, his fingers constantly rubbing at your clit.
“C’mon, babe, you’re close aren’t you.”
You nodded again, feeling as if you’d lost the ability to form words as your back arched. Everything was warm and comfortable – the fire and the blankets and Ben’s low voice, mumbling encouragement between kisses – and before you fully comprehended it was happening, your orgasm washed over you, pulling Ben’s name from your throat. He mirrored you a few seconds later, groaning your name as he stilled, his forehead falling to meet yours.
Carefully he rolled off you and you shuffled around to lean your head on his chest, still mostly tucked up in your blanket nest.
It was quiet for a moment as you both settled, your breathing falling into sync as you watched the fire and listened to the rain that had only gotten heavier while you were wrapped up in each other.
Suddenly Ben spoke, his tone more than a little braggy, “How’s that for romantic.”
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