#he's being fed a cucumber sandwich :)

[anonymouscreampuff]

'nother doodle :3

#adventure time #ice king #gunter #orgalorg #//listen these two are everything to me #also don't mind goonts' head he's fine #also damn i haven't drawn gunter in so long 😭 #he's being fed a cucumber sandwich :)

[tracidant]

For the prompt Damian meets Haley...

Dick pulled up to the Manor with Haley so she could meet the family. The front door opened while he was still getting her out of the car.

"Grayson, it's about time you got here. You're 4 minutes late, and...WHAT IS THAT?"

"Damian, meet Haley." Dick put her on the ground, and she immediately ran to Damian, who scooped her up in his arms. She began licking his face, and he was giggling.

"You brought me a puppy!"

"Well, no, she's..."

"I must introduce her to everyone!" Damian ran off with Dick's dog, as Dick sighed.

Worst case scenario, he thought, Haley would have a loving home with other animals and with someone who would probably take better care of her than he could. It wasn't like he couldn't visit her all the time here, and Damian already sent him pics and videos of his other animals nearly every day. With Dick's BPD job, plus his vigilante job, was it really fair for Haley to stay with Dick? She seemed pretty happy with him so far, even if she was alone quite a bit. Maybe he was just being selfish because he was lonely? Ugh!

Just then, Alfred and Bruce came to the door, and the three men talked in the kitchen while Alfred made them cucumber sandwiches and tea.

About an hour later, Damian finally returned with Haley bouncing around at his feet, a new half-destroyed stuffed Superman toy in her mouth.

"I have bad news, Grayson. I don't think Titus appreciates Haley. I...he was here first, and I have to consider his needs."

Haley jumped up into Dick's lap, licked his face, then started cleaning his plate. While she wasn't a picky eater, cucumber was apparently not something she like, and she made faces so adorable, that everyone laughed.

"Luckily she likes you, so I think it's best if she stays with you. She'll be alone a lot, so I'll give you a list of canine enrichment toys you should get. I'll check into doggie day cares near you, as well as veterinarians."

"Thanks, kiddo."

"I have to go to see to Titus now to make sure he knows I'm not trying to replace him."

With that, Damian was off.

Bruce looked at Dick with a raised eyebrow. "You brought him a puppy?"

"Not exactly." Dick told Bruce what actually happened and how he found Haley, while Alfred fed her some leftover chicken.

"You're a good man, Dick. And a good brother." Bruce smiled, pride evident on his face. "A good dog dad too."

Dick and Haley left a bit later, with an entire booklet of instructions from Damian, and several containers of leftovers from Alfred for them. Bruce walked them to the door, Haley happily in Bruce's arms, half asleep. Bruce passed the worn-out dog over to Dick.

"Make sure to bring my granddog over frequently. Please."

Dick left with a smile, and happily, his dog.

#dick grayson #haley grayson #damian wayne #bitewing #nightwing #robin #bruce wayne #happy but dysfunctional batfam #batfamily #dick is a good dog dad

[dried-deep-sea]

Scrap #7

is it 6 or 7 now? idk whatever. this one is hefty and it really hurts to put in the scrap bin cus I wanted it to work out so badlllllyyy, but its... just, not up to standard. It needs to be completely reordered and this is like 70% of the chapter ): goodbye 3 weeks of work.

It was hard to think on an empty stomach and no sleep, every idea he had was shot down by his inner critic that demanded food over gestures. He needed to find something for him and Plagg to eat, he could feel the little cat rolling around in his pocket demanding to be fed. He slunk out from behind his hiding spot, poking his head out to the street, quickly scanning the street for a restaurant. There was a small Vietnamese place across from him, it looked a little run down, tucked in-between a bustling flower shop and another alley it was easy to overlook. The only indication that there was food inside was a few flickering signs in the windows that bore images of steaming food and cups of tea. It was perfect.

As soon as he saw a lull in traffic he ran across the street keeping his head down and his shoulders raised to obscure as much of his face as possible without bringing more attention to himself than necessary. It worked and before long he was ducking into the empty restaurant, relived to find respite in this bustling city. A bell rang as soon as he walked through the door and after a moment of silence a young man not much younger than him appeared behind the register. He had dark black hair that tied back in a ponytail, tan skin, and the most striking brown eyes, the same shade as deep rich caramel.

"Hi, welcome to Bian teahouse, how can I help you today?" The boy drawled, Adrien froze in place, eyes flicking to the menu posted above the boys head that features a variety of mouth watering foods. The name was a little misleading but there was definitely food here.

"Well, what's a banh mi?" The pictures of food on the menu posted above the register were positively mouth watering but that one was missing.

"Its a baguette sandwich filled with spiced meat, we have chicken, pork, or meatball with cucumbers, sliced onions, pickled radish and carrots, you can also add bean sprouts and jalapeños." The black haired boy replied exasperation steeping his every word.

"That sounds amazing, can I get a pork banh mi with bean sprouts and a matcha milk tea with tapioca pearls?" He stepped up to the register and pulled his wallet out, sliding the sole card from its pocket.

"16.89€." Now that Adrien was closer he could read the nametag on the boys chest said Viễn. "Insert or swipe there," he said pointing at the card reader to the left of the register. Adrien swiped, the Black card didn't have a chip, Gorilla didn't like new technology very much.

"Thanks, er, no receipt please." He said before finding a spot where he could look out at the street without being seen in the windows. After a few minutes his tea was brought out in a disposable cup with the thickest straw he had ever seen in his life.

"Did you want your food to-go?" Viễn asked. Adrien was going to respond when something caught his eye, Marinette walking on the street and ducking into the very alley he had been hiding in moments ago. She still looked distressed, and there was only one way in and out of that alley, save for the catacombs.

"To-go please, and um, can I actually get two?" He said with a nervous chuckle, "I'm hungrier than I thought." He added when the boy raised one of his eyebrows.

"Pa! Double it!" He called over the counter to the nearly hidden kitchen, a grumble came from the other side, "The tea too?" Viễn asked, his hair swooping dramatically as he turned his head back towards Adrien.

"Um, do you have raspberry infused oolong?" Marinette had grabbed a tin of it while shopping that morning, but had been turned down by her mother.

"We have oolong and raspberries, that work?" Adrien nodded," you can pay when you pick up the food." And he was gone, retreating to the tea bar directly behind the register. Adrien watched Marinette in the alley, she fiddled with the gate blocking the catacombs off for a moment before turning her attention to something on the alley wall.

She seemed frustrated at something, tugging at something hanging from a metal box affixed to the bricks. She gave up after a minute, throwing her hands in the air with frustration before pacing up and down the alley way. Her face was creased into a frown that darkened her eyes into deep voids, and her nose crinkled with annoyance in a way that he found adorable. He was so lost in her beauty he almost didn't hear Viễn calling for him to pick up his order.

"Hey!" Viễn called, leaning over the counter and waving his hand in Adrien's periphery. He started out of his trance and almost fell out of his chair in his rush to pick up his food. He was lucky that his drink didn't tumble to the floor as his clumsy movements rocked the bar height table he had settled into. He rushed to the register to pay and got out of there like his ass was on fire. He appreciated the little drink holder Viễn had set on the counter, stuffing his own green milk tea next to the vibrant pink one already there.

He was across the street and into the alley before Marinette could finish her lap of the small space, ducking his head again as he clutched the drinks in one hand and the bag of sandwiches in the other. When she turned around she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" She said in the same tone Shadybug always used with him, flat and calculated at every syllable.

"Avoiding my dad and breaking my diet, you?" He replied, a smile curling his lips.

"That's not your business, kitty." She replied in that same measured tone, eyeing his suspiciously. Hearing his nickname flow so easily from her lips was like a slice of heaven.

"That's a shame, 'cus I have all this food and no one to share it with." He raised the bag and waggled it at her, wafting the smell in her direction. "And tea to wash it down." tilting his head to the right, at his other hand.

"You want me to have lunch with you?" Her chin dipped, apprehension replaced her vexation, he could almost see the cogs turning in her head looking for tricks and traps.

"I was told I need to make new friends. Twice now, in less than eight hours." He shrugged, letting his arm drop. She raised her eyebrows at him like she was expecting more, but he remained silent under her scrutiny.

"Well, fine, you help me with this," She gestured vaguely at the metal box she had been fiddling with earlier, "And I'll have lunch with you." Adrien took a good look at the box, it was an electrical unit that had a math equation stuck to its front panel. It was a fairly simple quadratic equation. He almost said something about it, but thought better of it when he saw the stink eye she was giving the sticker.

"You got a pen and paper?" He asked tentatively. Marinette sifted though her pockets and produced a single piece of pinkish tailors chalk.

"I was in sort of a rush," She shrugged looking a little sheepish as she took the food and pressed the chalk into his hand.

"Its ok, lets eat first and then I can use the bag to write on." He slipped the chalk into this jacket and passed her the raspberry tea. Her pearls were different, pink and orange instead of solid black balls, and he could see bits of crushed fruit floating in a sea of pink. She took it the same way one might reach for a snake, like at any moment she expected things to go horribly wrong.

"Why are you doing this? Especially after last night." Skepticism drenched her words, she was expecting him to have ulterior motives. For a moment he thought about confessing, about squaring his shoulders and admitting he was head over heels in love with her. He wanted to tell her there was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for her, but the swirling doubts in her bluebell eyes stopped him. What if she found him insincere like Nino had?

"That's not your business, Cockroach." He finally said, mimicking what she had said earlier, but the moment had already become awkward. Marinette tossed the bag at his head and he caught it before it could hit him.

"Whatever, Fleabag." Marinette rolled her eyes put her back to the alley wall. She balanced her drink on a haphazardly balanced stack of boxes before tearing through the paper wrapper around her food. She gave it an apprehensive sniff before she took a bite. "Mmm, bean sprouts." she muttered softly. He followed suit, they ate in near complete silence, save for the sound of chewing and the rattle of ice against plastic. He pretended not to notice that Marinette kept slipping her hand into her right pocket and fiddling with something in there. They were almost finished when unexpected company joined them in the tiny alley.

"Oh, fan-fucking-tastic, why are you here?" Nino said from the alley's entrance. Adrien froze like a deer in headlights with the last of his banh mi halfway in his mouth.

"Uh, having lunch?" He said around his meal, "You?"

"In an alley?" the DJ pressed. "With a girl?"

"You're the one who told me to make new friends," Adrien replied chipperly, washing down the last of the toasted bread with a dramatic gulp of his milk tea, and then he choked because a tapioca pearl hit the back of his throat. He doubled over coughing and spewing the tea in his mouth everywhere. Someone was pounding his back, which helped a little. Physically speaking that is, he had never felt so embarrassed before and he wished he could sink through the floor.

#claw noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #shadybug #scrapped #sadrien #ao3 #miraculous special #original character #This one hurts #screaming crying throwing books

[the-al-chemist]

Happy FFWF

What would your characters order at Madame Puddifoot’s?

Thank you for the ask 🧡🧡🍑🧡

Artemis - Artemis went to Madam Puddifoot’s once and got kicked out. She never went back. She shared an afternoon tea for two. Her favourite part was the Bakewell Tart (that didn’t get shared between two), followed by the tiny triangle sandwiches with smoked salmon and cream cheese inside.

Jacob - Not keen on the place, but will go in if coerced by someone he cares about/is trying to charm, though. Would order a coffee and a quiche Lorraine. He’s not that into sweet stuff.

Ethel - As a true Devon girl, Ethel will order cream teas for everyone and ensure that everybody does the scones the correct way (cream on first, THEN jam), not like the heathen Cornishmen.

Jim - He’ll get nervous about ordering and just order the same as the person who ordered before him.

Héloïse - A large hot chocolate. Will be tempted by the patisserie selection but ultimately turn her nose up at all of it - they have better at home, after all. That being said, if there’s any quadruple chocolate hot brownies left, she might change her mind.

Ophelia - English breakfast tea, milk, sugar lumps. Two cucumber sandwiches and a small slice of Victoria sponge, eaten with a cake fork. Will stick her little finger out whilst drinking the tea.

Saffron - Sadly the only vegan items on the menu are the herbal and fruit teas. Luckily, Saffron has now taken over Madam Puddifoot’s tea room and turned it into a vegan cafe. Rainbow unicorn cupcake, anyone?

Dante - Orders a black coffee and leaves.

Rory - He and his date will sharing platter of desserts and two forks. If you’re the lucky lady, you may end up getting fed from his fork, whilst giggling at one of his jokes. He knows what he’s doing.

Zadie - Cake of the day, a coffee with syrup, and - ooh, is that Turkish delight? Some of those too, please and thank you.

Cleo - Does the afternoon tea come on a pretty tiered display? Then she’ll have that. If not, whatever is the most aesthetically pleasing item on the menu. And some cupcakes to take away, as well.

#happy ffwf!

[healeroflightanddark]

Four Little Princes, Chapter 4: Birthday Boys

Zarc smiled happily as he sat in the bath with his consorts, gently washing his new kids. They were very filthy from their time on the streets, and being cleaned made them very happy. Even little Yuya, who was sick with a cold, seemed to feel a little better when he was clean.

Zarc had, of course, learned the names and ages of the other three boys from Starve Venom, who had learned them from the locals he had talked to. Eggplant’s name was Yuto, Cabbage’s name was Yuri, and Blunana’s name was Yugo. Apparently the boys were quadruplets, and today was actually their third birthday! According to the midwife that had delivered them, Yuto was the oldest, with Yuri being born seven minutes after him, followed ten minutes by Yugo, and finally Yuya was born fifteen minutes after Yugo.

Since it was the boys’ birthday, Zarc had instructed the mansion cooks to bake a birthday cake for them in addition to cooking dinner. The smell of good food was already wafting into the bathroom.

Yugo and Yuto were all clean now and playing happily in the bath, splashing around and chewing on rubber duckies, and munching on the tiny hors d’oeuvres that the estate servants had brought for the starving children to snack on. Yuri was sitting patiently with Zarc as the king scrubbed the dirt off his face, pulling the pieces of a shrimp-and-pineapple kebab off the skewer and eating them one by one.

Meanwhile the now clean Yuya was snuggled into Odd-Eyes’s arms for warmth. He was shivering a little from his sickness, but he didn’t seem to want to leave the bath. He’d eaten two cucumber sandwiches before pushing the plate away. Zarc had made sure to instruct the cooks to prepare a nice chicken and rice soup for the little one’s dinner. He wanted to make sure Yuya got enough to eat without upsetting his poor little tummy.

Zarc finished washing Yuri and kissed his forehead as he had with the others, before letting him go to play in the bath with his brothers. Yuri immediately began putting bubbles on his head like a hat and beard, giggling adorably. Zarc and the dragons all chuckled at his cuteness. All of the boys were absolutely adorable, deserving of the best life they could get, and Zarc fully intended to give them that. While still making sure that they didn’t get too spoiled or grow up to be entitled rich brats like the ex-earl Hashi, of course. The king would never forget his own humble origins, and while he wanted the absolute best for his new kids, he didn’t want them to forget theirs.

*   *   *

Zarc smiled happily as the dragons fed the little ones their dinner. To everyone’s immense relief, Yuya ate almost half of his soup before saying he wasn’t hungry anymore. Yugo, Yuto, and Yuri actually refused to eat until they saw Yuya eating, both in the bath and at the dinner table, clearly remembering how their mother had died from not having enough to eat. They were probably too young for the experience to be permanently traumatizing, but they still remembered.

While Yuya’s sick little tummy couldn’t stomach anything heavier than a simple chicken and rice soup or a light cucumber sandwich, his brothers feasted on steamed apples with cinnamon, grilled plantains, lemon-garlic pan-seared salmon, and freshly baked bread with butter. They seemed to really enjoy the food too! Their little faces got very messy, but the mess was worth seeing their bright smiles.

Once the toddlers had eaten their fill, the butler came out with a cute chocolate birthday cake with vanilla buttercream icing and the words Happy Birthday Little Princes! written on it. There were three little lit candles on the cake.

When the little princes saw the cake, they all got very excited. Even sick little Yuya seemed to want some of it. The butler set the cake down on the dining table, and the dragons each picked up one of the boys and gathered them around the cake. The whole castle staff came into the dining room to sing Happy Birthday to the little birthday boys, and Zarc and the dragons helped the tiny toddlers blow out their candles before cutting the cake.

Zarc smiled proudly as his new sons happily munched their cake. Even Yuya had a few bites! Zarc knew that he would be very happy with his new family.

#cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on deviantart #cross posted on fanfiction.net #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yuri #yugo #yuto #zarc #odd eyes pendulum dragon #starve venom fusion dragon #dark rebellion xyz dragon #clear wing synchro dragon #zarc x his dragons #quadruplets #kingdom au #adopted yuus

[bookishdream]

Kaz the Crow

this is a request for @coffeehousedragoness thank you for a message! enjoy xx

kaz brekker x reader

Your hand was full of cookie crumbs, you had a slight smile glowing up your face. Every evening, when the only job you had to do, was making sure everything in the Crow Club worked, you sat in your window and fed the crows. One crow in particular. The bird was black like a pitch, you had problem with distinguishing its eyes and its feathers. That crow was the only one who looked after you, literally.

Once, when you’d been walking around the Ketterdam, buying stuff for Kaz’s new job, two guys from rival gangs had wanted to ambush you. And you’d been oblivious to what had been happening. But you’d heard your crow squawking rapidly, you’d turned around and you’d seen two guys with hands on their pistols. You had been really lucky that you’d made friends with this one, little, black crow. Since then, it was your friend, you fed the bird and the crow was keeping you safe from its distance.

You weren’t even surprised, when you named it Kaz. The crow even looked like him, all angles and sharp edges making it looked dangerous, but in the inside, the bird was trying to keep you safe.

Leaving your thoughts, you reached out to those few crows who were on your roof, Kaz the Crow was sitting on the edge, you thought about making it a small walking stick and a hat, but your crow would probably get upset with you had you done that. You made a little chip chip sound to make this little bastard come closer in order to feed him.

When your hand got empty, you took the next cookie from the box that was laying beside you on the windowsill. You crumbled the cookie and you looked after your crow. You looked down and you noticed how it was right under your nose, waiting for its food. You reached out and placed your hand carefully under its beak. Kaz the Crow looked at you and after that it started eating the crumbs. You gently put your finger onto its feathers, stroking them. The bird was still eating, when the rest of them flew away from your roof. Crumbs on your palm were gone and after that, the crow walked to the edge of the roof.

“Goodnight, Kaz.” You said, smiling. In return, Kaz the Crow squawked loud and clear and flew away as well. You closed your window and got into your bed, you had work the next day.

When you woke up, on your nightstand was a tray, with a plate full of sandwiches and two cups of hot cocoa. Your sleepy eyes didn’t register Inej, sitting where you were the night before, her long, brown hair braided and her brown skin was glowing in the early sun light. You lifted yourself on your elbows and looked at her, puzzled expression on your face.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, reaching out to the cups of cocoa. You took one for yourself and the other one for the Wraith. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Inej chuckled and took the cup from your hands. “Jesper said that Kaz wanted you in his office as soon as you wake up, thought you’d like to have a nice morning before meeting with him.”

You laughed, taking one of the sandwiches. It had a cucumber and paprika on it. You took a bite and chewed while thinking about what Kaz might’ve wanted from you. You looked at Inej and then at the plate, offering her one but she shook her head no and left, sending you a smile. You sighed, weren’t sure if you were ready to start with the day.

As you thought, Kaz’s jobs weren’t easy. Rob the Emerald Palace here, kill a Black Tip there. No boredom and a lot of fun. Your limbs were tired, you’d prepared yourself only for a few hours of some petty thefts and lying, but when Kaz had said he had one more job for his Crows, you groaned.

“I’m in pain, Kaz,” you commented, placing your knife in your thigh belt. “We’ve been here for a whole day.”

“Stop with this bad mood, y/n,” Jesper fell into step with you, he placed his arm around your shoulders. “We’re alive, we’re together. What would one want more?”

“Peace and silence of my own room,” You said, rubbing your sore arm. It got hit while running from one of the clubs you robbed. You hadn’t registered when you hit it, but it hurt as hell. “Kaz will be furious if I don’t feed it.”

You didn’t know why you said that. Perhaps because of your tiredness and numb feel of pain radiating from every inch of your body. But your tongue wasn’t cooperating with your brain that night. You looked up and saw four faces, gazing at you. You felt your face heat up.

“My crow,” you whispered, embarrassed. “Not Kaz Kaz, Kaz the Crow.”

“You have a pet crow?” Nina asked.

“You named a pet crow after me?” Kaz questioned, with a smirk.

“I will not say anything more.”

You remained silent for the rest of the day, you still felt a little bit embarrassed, but you brushed it off. You were too tired to actually think about being ashamed. When eventually, you came back to your own room, you promptly went to your windowsill and sat there, opening your window as wide as you could. The cold breeze got into your nose. Scent of pollution and screams of drunk men came into your senses. You removed hair from your forehead and took one cookie from the box beside you. You crumbled it and threw it out, so the crows could feed. You didn’t notice your favourite crow.

You heard silent knocking, but before you could answer, the person behind them let themselves in. Kaz had taken of his coat and hat, and had left only his black trousers and white button up. His palms without gloves, and he wasn’t holding his cane. Your eyes got wide.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. “And without your gloves?”

“My hands needed some rest,” he answered, smirking. “I came here to meet the crow that is named after me.”

“Don’t be so cocky, Brekker,” you made some room for him on the windowsill, so he could sit. He walked and sat beside you. Both of you were sitting silent and just looking. “He’s not here.”

“Perhaps he knows I’m here and feels intimidated,” he joked, placing his palm on a window frame. His fingers were slim and his hand was pale. “He doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself, when I’m here.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious.”

When you wanted to say something, you heard loud squawking, and you saw Kaz the Crow. His deep black wings were moving fast and steady. When it landed, it ran straight to you. The bird looked at Kaz, curious. His black, hardly noticeable eyes were looking alert, judging if Brekker was dangerous.

“Do you want to feed it?” you offered, reaching out the cookie to Kaz. He nodded his head and carefully crumbled the biscuit. He was cautiously looking at the bird like it was going to do something to him. “It won’t bite you.”

“Are you sure?” he doubted, reaching out his hand.

“Positive.”

When you saw Kaz the Crow eating from real Kaz’s palm, gloveless, palm you got up from the windowsill and made your way to your closet. When you were changing your pants, you heard a small, surprised yell.

“You said it wouldn’t bite me!”

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #jesper x milo #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine #shadow and bone #nina zenik #wylan #kaz #inej #milo #soc #kaz brekker my beloved #kaz brekker x you #soc kaz #kaz my beloved #kaz brekker imagine #kaz soc

[vintagehedgehogdragon]

Date(s) night

@giaourtopita 

Warnings: poly w/ brothers, some angst- mostly fluff. 

Request fic GN/mc in a poly relationship with the brothers. 

You had been begging the Brothers for a date night for weeks now each time you asked they all responded with “I’m sorry Love, I can’t” or “Soon, I promise” and were getting fed up with it. One morning as you sulking on your bed channel surfing your door suddenly flew open startling you in the process, causing you to throw the remote at the intruder, you watch in horror as the remote flies towards the brothers crashing into Lucifer’s face. “Direct hit, good shot Y/N!” Mammon laughs as he steps forward towards you. “Sorry Lu” was all that you managed to squeak out. “It’s okay, I told you to knock FIRST!” he replied rubbing the bridge of his nose, looking pointedly at Mammon. 

“anyway, sorry to burst in on you like this Y/N. However we noticed that we’ve been neglecting your cries for attention lately. So we are here to offer you a date night of sorts. Each of us have planned a 2 hour date with you. Now get ready, you have a full day planned for you.” Lucifer said with a smirk as he turned on his heels to leave the room, the others following behind.

Shortly after you finish getting ready you notice your heart is pounding from a mix of nerves and excitement. You hear a gentle knock on your door, focusing on your breathing as you opened the door. 

Lucifer

“Come with me my dear” he says offering his hand out to you. 

He leads you to his study where he has music playing softly 

He had arranged for some quiet time, put his work aside so you had 2 hours of his undivided attention

Has your favorite beverage ready with various treats. Neither of you get to enjoy these quiet moments often.

Instead of the list of things Lucifer had planned out the two of you snuggle up next to each other on the couch talking about the things you’d been doing recently. He tells you how your class work has improved and to keep up the good work. 

Before you know it his alarm goes off, he walks you to the door kissing you on the top of the head has he opens the door. 

Mammon

He was waiting (more like pacing) just outside the door to Lucifer’s study

He was nervous and trying to play up being calm and collected 

“Of course you want to have a date with the great mammon” trying to hide his nervousness 

He didn’t know what to do with you, but was excited to get uninterrupted time with you

He let you pick a movie to watch while you two cuddled up on his couch 

His coffee table was piled high with snacks and drinks. 

He didn’t expect for you to pick a romcom

You felt his arms tighten around you each time he laughed

Just as the credits rolled, his alarm went off and you were off to 

Levi

Knocking on his door “Oh lord of Shadows, your Henry is he—“

Your sentence is cut off by Levi pulling you into his room.

He had gotten a special VR date game for the two of you and had been itching to try it with you. 

Blushing hard as he asked you to play with him, using his arm to cover his face. Even with his voice muffled by his sleeve you knew what he was trying to say. 

Kissing his cheek as you walk by “I will always be your player 2, shall we play now?”

The two of you finish the game with a few minutes to spare before Satan is knocking on Levi’s door asking for you to come with him. 

Satan

He had set up the library to look like a small cafe. 

He enjoyed reading with you and thought that since he couldn’t take you to a real cafe today he’d make his own

(He also remembers what your favorite drink is) However unlike Lucifer he prepares it in front of you 

He also had some sandwiches made so you could enjoy a small lunch together. 

Settling down you each chose a few short stories to read to each other while you enjoyed not only the lunch but each other’s company. 

Asmo

He had set up a manicure and facial station for the two of you. He knew you were in need of pampering

Humming as he mixed the face mask gently spreading it around your face. 

You watched as he bit his lower lip, focusing on getting the mask spread evenly taking extra care to avoid your eyebrows. 

Leaning you back he placed cucumber over your eyes, telling you to relax so he could give you a manicure. 

Making sure to tell you everything he was doing (seeing as your eyes are covered he didn’t want to startle you)

Massaging your favorite lotion into your hands after he finishes your manicure he helps you stand up and guides you to the bathroom so you can clean off the mask.

Just as you sit back on his bed you hear harsh rapid knocking followed by a small sorry. Beel was asking if Asmo was nearly finished so he could take you to his portion of date night

Beel

He was excited to have the date happen around dinnertime

He’d even chosen a recipe he wanted to make with you and got extra ingredients (and brought home some take out from hells kitchen) so he wouldn’t eat it all. 

Trying to keep him from taste testing every 5 minutes and gently blocking his way (reminding him about the other food he brought. 

He swore to you that he could handle plating the food (which he did beautifully) the two of you walked back to your room so you could have a nice meal by yourselves. 

Telling you that next time he wants to take you to do something else. He’d seen that a new place opened up that he wanted to take you to.

After the two of you finished your meal and cleaned up. Beel alarm had gone off and he lead you to his room where Belphie was waiting for you 

Belphie

You had been having fun seeing what the brothers came up with, but were relieved when you had gotten to your last date of the night

Belphie had set up a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor in the planetarium 

He had found a projection of the Aurora Borealis as well as some projections of the night sky from the human world and wanted to share it with you

You felt your eyelids getting heavy as he was telling stories about the constellations. 

Letting yourself give into sleep 

You wake up stilled curled up into the blanket nest Belphie had made. You sit up to check your surroundings and notice that at some point while you slept the rest of the brothers made their way into the planetarium and fell asleep with you. 

#OBEY ME #obey me fic #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me poly #Obey me demon brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #Obey Me Levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphie

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Shielded: Chapter Six; Spring Watch.

Anonymous said to imagineclaireandjamie:

A hard man is good to find. [Mae West]

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Jamie woke with a start, the alarm blaring in the background.

The dream had been intense and had left him panting, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he pushed the duvet aside and stood. As always it was light outside, the sunrise half blinding him as the blasts of orange and red permeated the old curtains. Washing the night from his skin, he plunged himself beneath the pounding rivulets of water coming from his power shower, his body temperature receding slightly as the morning wore on.

Fortunately Claire wouldn’t be awake yet and he could slip from the house almost unnoticed. He needed to get a good day of work done, and to forget the memory of his dream before he faced her again. The mere thought brought colour to his cheeks, the heat in his belly reminding him of how incredibly realistic it had been.

Delicate pink skin appeared without his permission and once more he could feel the remnants of it haunting him as he slid his wellies on and closed the door softly behind him. Working in a daze, he prepared his cows for milking, the heat of the morning fading slightly as the clouds rolled in. The animals barely paid him any mind, going about their own business as he fed, watered and tended to them.

She hadn’t snuck into his bed, as she had in his dreams, but she had infiltrated his thoughts and no matter how hard he tried, sporadic jolts of her came unbidden throughout the day as he worked.

She’s married, he told himself, although the argument felt pretty weak in his own mind. In the abstract she was, he could tell that she still thought herself that way despite starting her new life. Without knowing it, she often rubbed her wedding ring finger - though the ring had long since been removed. It was obvious she was struggling with the transition and who could blame her, it had only been a couple of weeks. She was still hesitating on her name whenever he spoke it out loud to her, the subtle twitch betraying her.

But she was beginning to thaw, the shocked reaction he received when he spoke to her growing less and less as time went on (which, secretly, made him smile).

The baby lambs were out in force as he pulled the sandwich from his rucksack - one Claire had made him the night before. He smiled to himself as he perched on the fence, watching his first time mums as they paraded their babies around the perimeter of the field. Food somehow tasted better when someone else had made it for him, the slight differences in style allowing him a great enough change in routine to be noticeable.

She, it seemed, had a penchant for adding multiple salad products on her ham sandwich. Whereas Jamie was always in a rush at 4am, trying to collect his thermos as well as various food items to keep him going for the day, usually he would just throw slices of meat on top of bread without much thought. Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and *butter*, however, made all the difference. He even had potato salad on the side and a bag of what looked like homemade crisps.

Before Claire had arrived, John had given Jamie a very brief update as to her situation. Knowing a limited amount, he gauged that the difficulties she’d encountered recently hadn’t really set in yet and, instead, she was going through some sort of nesting, using her time at Lallybroch to cook and clean, ensuring that her mind is actively kept away from thinking about much at all.

His mind needed something similar as the image of her pottering about in his kitchen whilst he was away brought to the fore those visions that had him startled awake this morning before his alarm had even a chance to ring and he shook the picture of her bare skin from his thoughts, turning back to his task list.

The orphaned lambs were thriving now. Most had been ‘adopted’ by other nursing mothers but he still had two rogue ewes who were waiting for collection - Rupert, his nearest (mostly by proximity but also by friendship) neighbour had offered to take them for him but had yet been unable to drive over to collect them. In lieu of this, Jamie had been spending time hand feeding them every day though he worried each time he left them that he might return to something unmentionable.

Luckily, they’d survived another night in the small outhouse and he crawled in between them, the straw poking and prodding him as he settled with the warm milk bottle. The first, the largest of the two, squirmed in excitement, rushing to plonk herself by his side and suckle noisily at the teet.

“Easy now, lass, there’s enough for the both of you.” He soothed, watching as she butted the bottle, falling to her knees as she fed. Sheep were notoriously terrible pets, losing their fear of humans when in contact for too long and he had worried this close contact wouldn’t be good for the ewes, but watching the smaller of the pair sit helplessly in the corner made him think of Claire.

An idea came to him all of a sudden as he moved towards the lone female. He could, if he wanted, take the lamb home that evening and leave her in Claire’s care. Not only would it give the poor wee thing a greater chance, it might give her something else to turn her attention to in the day. There was a large chance he’d lose this one if he didn’t do something drastic.

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An odd feeling settled in her stomach from the moment she woke up. Though she couldn’t put her finger on what the issue was, she felt a strange atmosphere hovering around her. Her skin prickled as she got out of the shower and she immediately felt as though there was something she should be remembering but couldn’t quite hold onto the memory.

She’d heard Jamie leave this morning, which was odd in itself. Usually she was fast asleep at dawn, not waking until much later when the house was quiet and she was alone. But she’d been woken this morning by some forgotten thought or dream that she couldn’t picture from the second she’d opened her eyes.

After barely speaking for two weeks, the weekend had been a welcome change.

Conversation had not been forced or odd, Jamie had allowed her time for quiet reflection and had seemed really quite pleased with her suggestions for the upcycling of his old furniture.

She felt useful, finally. A feeling she hadn’t had in some time.

Putting herself to work, she opted for cleaning downstairs for the best part of the morning. There was still a lot of dust residue from the sanding epic they’d had on Saturday, even spending most of Sunday dusting and hoovering hadn’t removed it all, so she pulled the dyson from under the stairs and tried to be as thorough as she could be.

Like cooking, she had never considered herself to be fluent in the art of housewifery. Before...when she had been able, her time had been dedicated to studying. There had been a cleaner for such tasks and, even afterwards, she hadn’t *needed* to be useful in that way. Here, though, there was nobody else to clean, do the dishes or cook and she found that losing herself to each task kept her mind (and body) active.

Sitting with the remnants of her crisps, she decided that was the dish she’d been most proud of since her introduction to the kitchen. She found herself thinking of Jamie and hoped that he was enjoying them too.

Their food deliveries now consisted of a greater variety of produce and she’d been able to add some colour to his lunch - which she had been making every evening and putting into the fridge for him to take when he left in the mornings.

She felt pleased as well as shocked at how easily she had moulded to fit her new life here.

Happy with her efforts, she turned her attention to the bookshelves in the back living room. There were titles dating back hundreds of years. Thick leather covers with yellowed pages sat proudly amongst the newer softback novels. She could tell which books had been read just by glancing at the spines, though there had been fingerprints in the thin layer of dust that had been there only hours before.

They were categorised, it seemed, by the surname of the author, carefully and methodically organised so that each time a new title had been purchased, it had been added in the right spot though there wasn’t room for many more.

His taste was eclectic, from non-fiction books on farming, agriculture, holistic medicines and horticulture to the classics (neatly bound with multiple editions ordered together, oldest first) including Jane Austin, Victor Hugo, Descartes, Melville and Hemingway. Jumbled in were some biographies but she’d assumed those belonged to either his parents or sister as none had been touched for some time.

Her fingers ran over the spines, stopping to hover over the drawing and painting books she’d first read when learning to doodle on the post-it notes in the first few weeks. She didn’t stop until she reached a relatively new title that she hadn’t noticed before. There was ruffling on the edge, a clear sign of frequent use, and some damage to the corners. Pulling it from the shelves, she settled into the comfy armchair, her cup of tea now cool enough to drink, and began to read.

It was modern, eloquently written with intricate plot weaving from the moment she turned the first page. The front cover clearly denoted that of a romance but there was intrigue and art as well as carefully homegrown characters. Before she’d had time to digest the prose, the front door opened and closed and she blinked. The clock on the desk ticked loudly and she noticed that hours had passed without her knowing.

Placing the book back on the shelf, she decided to leave it where it was for the time being and come back for it before bed. Though the visuals she’d imagined for herself stayed with her as she stretched and went in search of Jamie.

A loud noise caught her attention and she burst out laughing as she walked into the kitchen to find him wrestling with a small lamb.

“A new friend?” She said, her shock fading quickly.

“Ah; lass, I need ye!” His words were breathless, his cheeks a vibrant pink from the exertion of keeping the lamb from darting off and wrecking the joint. “I have a challenge for you, if you’re up for it!?”

#anonymous #;mod mbd #shielded #Jamie X Claire

[thychesters]

ronald mcdonald eat your heart out. | 2k; ao3 dick grayson finally gets his chicken nuggets in the middle of a gala. embarrassing? but of course. (based on the chicken nugget post that now haunts my dreams.)

This blows.

Dick decides as much around hour one, and it’s only solidified when hour three rolls around and he alternates between ducking away from people who want to pinch his cheeks and Bruce curtly reminding him not to climb on things. (He wasn’t going to, by the way. He was just eying the chandelier because oh, glass cut by hand and intricately wired together, you don’t say?) It’s awful for a good number of reasons, not only because he doesn’t want to be there in the first place.

To begin with, now he has to play nice with strangers who really just want to pity him and hem and haw over his dead parents, how tragic, what a poor boy, which he’d rather not talk about. Being around crowds and playing showman isn’t exactly new, but that usually doesn’t come with ladies three times his age cooing over him and reminding him his mom died, while also pointedly eying his new guardian every time they hint at oh gosh, a young boy needs a mother, don’t they?

Yeah, they’re not exactly subtle.

Second, Alfred and Bruce got him a tailored suit, which Dick supposes is cool, all things considered. He feels almost like James Bond, except Alfred reminded him that the suit is certainly not for roughhousing in, and the sleeves are too restrictive anyway. He feels kind of cool, but he almost feels kind of lame. What’s the point of dressing up if you can’t do anything?

Thirdly, and most important, Dick Grayson is starving.

Formal galas must be a form of capital punishment, because the only food they serve is stuff he’s never heard and never wanted to. (Duck con-feet? Sounds more like thanks, but no thanks.) He’d like to think he’s well-traveled, open to and willing to try new things, and mom always encouraged trying new food at least once to see if he liked it.

The food here though? Absolutely gross. (Caviar is fish eggs! And they put it on bread! Who hurt these people?)

It doesn’t help that most of what they have to drink is alcohol, since apparently no one here has ever heard of children or forgot they exist. He’s also kind of the odd one out since the person closest in age to him is the mayor’s niece, but she’s also like... twenty-six. People keep looking at him like they're surprised to see him, and then continue to talk about him to Bruce like he's not even there. It's awkward and kind of rude, but he's done his best to keep the eye-rolling to a minimum.

So basically: duck and champagne. Which he also pronounced as champ-ag-knee at first, to which Bruce corrected him and then Dick felt dumb for a minute. Bruce tried to make him feel better by saying he used to call it mer-lot when he was his age, but that joke definitely missed its mark. This party sucks.

Heck, he’ll take some of Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches over this, and he barely even likes those.

They fed him better at juvie.

Thus far he’s survived off a diet of crackers and grapes, downing them with some water like a prisoner of war. Dick Grayson versus Gotham’s Richest of the Rich. Remember him well, Zitka. May his legacy live on and never be forgotten.

Even the grapes aren’t that great.

Bruce is in the middle of a conversation with his friend Dr. Elliot—something about hospitals and gentrification, because apparently if you throw around enough big words anyone can sound like a genius—when he glances over to watch Dick roll a couple grapes across his plate. They’re racing; right now the green one is winning. Dick glances up as Dr. Elliot excuses him and wanders off to go talk to a lady he recognizes as being introduced as Vicki Vale. He shoots Bruce a quick glance out of the corner of his eye.

“What is it, chum?” he asks, a term he’s elected to use instead of Richard or Dick, which is kind of endearing—or would be more if Dick hadn’t looked it up and found out in meant shark bait.

“Um,” Dick offers. The green grape wins the race and rolls back to the other side of his plate amidst the cracker crumbs left behind. He kind of feels bad, but it isn’t like Bruce or Alfred did the cooking, and he usually tries not to be a picky eater, but... “I’m hungry.”

Bruce frowns, and Dick just wants to sink into the collar of his suit like a turtle, where no one can pinch his cheeks and he can hoard his crackers to himself. “There’s a large food spread at the buffet table.”

“Well yeah, but...” Dick says, face hot and the tips of his ears pink. He ducks his chin into his collar and gives his grapes a good stare down. “I don’t like the food here.”

Bruce is quiet for a minute, and people keep glancing their way like they have been all night, and Dick really just wants to hide under the table and slip away. He wishes they could have just stayed at the Manor tonight instead of coming here. Maybe he could have convinced Bruce to go outside and look at the stars with him where it was nice and quiet and they weren't surrounded by people who don't know him pretending that they do, or maybe Bruce would have thought that was dumb.

“What do you like?” Bruce asks, and it’s a genuine question, face open when Dick glances up at him again. He straightens a little, brow furrowing, considering, and he tilts his head. The first thing that comes to mind is Frosted Flakes and Alfred’s cooking, but he doubts they have the first and nothing they have here would compare to Alfred’s chicken noodle soup. He likes pasta, but Bruce said it was mostly finger foods here. Bruce chuckles a bit and then: “Besides chips and football.”

Dick smiles a little and fully raises his head to look at Bruce. “I like... chicken nuggets? With barbecue sauce?”

The expression on Bruce’s face is unreadable for a minute, and Dick considers hiding in his suit again. He’d be like the Headless Horseman, but that would probably just draw more attention. Bruce makes a hmm noise and glances away, which pretty much tells Dick nothing.

“Come with me,” he says, and Dick thinks oh great, he’s gotten himself in trouble somehow by saying he liked chicken but none of the food here, but he pushes his chair away from the table nonetheless. He pauses to push it back in, and then has to jog around the table to catch up to Bruce as he steps away. (Is he gonna make him apologize to catering because he said he didn't like their food? Bruce, come on.)

If he has to grab the sleeve to Bruce’s suit it’s definitely just because he doesn’t want to get lost in a large crowd, doesn’t want to get lost in a sea of rich ladies and drown in coos and pinch-y fingers. Bruce’s legs are also a lot longer than his are and even his normal speed is walking way too fast, so Dick gives a quick tug in order to slow him down.

There are eyes on them, but Bruce either doesn’t notice or doesn’t seem to care, and then they skirt around the ice sculpture of the Lady of Gotham Statue, and Dick still maintains his grip on his suit sleeve as they make a beeline for the catering table.

“Excuse me,” Bruce says to the first person there, who promptly blanches before schooling her expression. She’s probably expecting a complaint about something, or for someone to ask to talk to her boss, and Dick has a white knuckle grip on Bruce’s suit made by some designer he’s never heard of.

But then Bruce smiles. It’s different from the one he had with Dr. Elliot, or the one with those other businessmen whose names Dick can’t remember. It’s closer to the one he gave Captain Gordon earlier, or to Dr. Thompkins, or the one he had when Dick told him a story about Zitka on the way here. There’s a kind of gleam in his eye, or maybe it’s the light, and Dick glances between him and the caterer.

“Do you happen to have anything of the chicken nugget variety?”

Dick wants to die. Or he wants to floor to open between him and swallow him up whole. People are staring and it’s not like performing an act in front of a crowd and Bruce has barely done anything and he’s made a scene and it’s embarrassing. But Dick’s also hungry, so hunger wins out in the battle over embarrassment and wishing to be sucked into a chasm. (Maybe after he’s eaten.)

“I...” the caterer starts, and Dick thinks great, they’re gonna say no and he’s gonna have to live off more grapes and everyone’s still gonna stare at him and galas are awful. She glances down at him and he grins a little, offering a wave. She looks back at Bruce and they’re probably gonna be asked to leave. But then she smiles and motions for one of her co-workers, and Dick’s grip on Bruce’s sleeve loosens only marginally. “I’m sure we can find something.”

It takes a minute, but Bruce leads him back to another table, one that’s closer to the buffet, and he says something to one of the caterers Dick doesn’t catch, but then only laugh and nod. A couple people are still looking, but others seem to have gotten bored when they didn’t get a front row view of the scene they were expecting.

Dick kicks his leg, foot knocking against the chair leg, and he’d think to think he’s pretty well-behaved, minding his own business when the caterer from earlier sets a thin glass down in front of him, and Dick shoots her a look because he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to have champagne. She just winks and says it’s sparkling grape juice and they’ve had it all night, and Dick only takes a tentative sip when Bruce looks over the make eye contact with him and nods.

They’re not exactly chicken nuggets, but Dick will take breaded chicken strips over duck confit and caviar any day. (And someone whipped up barbecue sauce? He could have asked for this hours ago?)

Having finished up his conversation, Bruce takes a seat beside him with his own glass of not-grape juice, and asks how the chicken is.

“You can have one if you’ll let me stay up later tonight,” Dick says around a mouthful of chicken and breadcrumbs, a smear of barbecue sauce at the corner of his mouth. Bruce raises an eyebrow at him and for a second he fears he’s overstepped, but then he only snickers.

“I think you’re already up later to begin with,” Bruce says, cutting a chicken nugget in half with the utensils Dick isn’t using but probably should be.

“Yeah, but that’s against my will.”

“Is it?” Bruce asks, and Dick stares at him for a second because who eats chicken nuggets with a fork and knife? (Bruce Wayne apparently. He probably eats grilled cheese sandwiches and burgers the same way.) He hums. “We should do chicken nuggets more often.”

Dick nods and leaves a streak of barbecue sauce across his plate. “Maybe without the fancy galas next time?”

Bruce laughs and dabs at his mouth with a napkin Dick also isn't using. “Maybe. Just don’t tell Alfred.”

After, Bruce swaps out Dick’s empty flute for another glass of water and has a small plate of carrot and celery sticks made up for him, citing him needing to eat his veggies before they go home.

Dick just grins and says or, they could just not tell Alfred.

He eats the celery anyway. Galas aren’t that bad, but a few months in he finds a suit he’s much more fond of.

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #Good Dad Bruce Wayne #batfam #dc #** #chicken nugger and sweer potatoe #LISTEN .... leave me alone

[ciel-plusultra]

Welcome back, lovely!! I hope you're doing well! 💖 I was wondering if I could request a cute Sebaciel picnic drabble (or really just anything cute and naturey) pleaseeeeee?

Griever you absolute sweetie! 🥺 Yes of course! It would be an honor to give you a Sebaciel picnic! Thank you so much for the ask and for helping kick my butt back into gear with writing! I hope you’ve been doing well! 💕

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Ciel sighed. As lovely as the spring air was, the sunshine was not as welcomed. He was far too used to staying inside and working in his study, and the seemingly never ending drizzle and dark clouds that hung about the Phantomhive Manor. Due to the odd day of “beautiful” weather, Sebastian insisted that Ciel take a break from his work to enjoy his lunch outside.

The way the butler took care of him felt different. It wasn’t condescending, and Ciel never felt as if Sebastian was belittling or looking down on him. There was a shift in the demon, although incredibly slight. The more Ciel drifted into despair, the more the demon... Nurtured him. It seemed as if Sebastian noticed each and every change in his mood, and somehow he knew exactly what Ciel needed and would provide it before the earl had the opportunity to ask. It was annoying but also... Quite nice.

“My Lord,” Sebastian bowed and gestured to the blanket that was laid out in the garden. Surrounded by perfectly manicured rose bushes was the blanket, bright and inviting, and laying atop it was a basket. Ciel quirked an eyebrow.

“A picnic?” Ciel asked, unamused. “Sebastian, I have work to-“

“Forgive me, My Lord. What you need is a break. I’ve already calculated what’s needed for the remainder of your work day and I assure you that even including this picnic, you’ll be finished with work well before dinner time. Please, allow me.” Sebastian explained in a way that would typically make Ciel seethe. Bloody butler really did plan for any excuse. Sebastian opened a parasol and held it above his master, walking by his side the short distance to the garden and shading Ciel from the sun.

“Is this quite necessary?” Ciel grumbled, looking up at the parasol as they walked. Incessant butler. But... The shade was admittedly nice and less harsh on his eye. The sunny day was far from usual.

“It wouldn’t suit you to burn, Young Master. The burning is my job.” Sebastian remarked with a wink.

Demon humor. Lovely. Ciel bit his inner cheek to avoid an accidental smirk at the comment and sat down on the blanket. The garden spot was slightly shaded by trees, which Sebastian must have deemed as “shady enough”, as he put the parasol away for the time being. A cart was placed beside the blanket and Ciel assumed that it would hold tea and any sweets Sebastian decided were worthy of such a day.

There was a light breeze that whispered through the trees, bringing a welcome chill to Ciel’s warmed cheeks. It really was... Beautiful. He leaned back on his hands, tilting his face up towards the sky and closed his eyes. Far off in the distance, he could hear the servants bickering about... Well, frankly, he did not want to know. The picnic he had not even wanted quickly became something he refused to let anything ruin.

“Cucumber sandwich, My Lord?” Sebastian asked, opening the picnic basket and unfolding gingham fabric from around their packed lunch. It was a light lunch, but Ciel had no complaints. The last thing he really wanted was to eat anything heavy while in the sun. As basic as it was, it was refreshing and... “They’re one of your favorites, are they not?”

The tips of Ciel’s ears warmed slightly, but it was hardly the fault of the sun. He nodded at the butler. Perhaps it wasn’t a strange thing for him to remember. After all, Sebastian did bring Ciel all of his meals and knew what he liked and did not like. “Yes, I’ll have one.” Ciel agreed and leaned forward to take a sandwich from the basket.

He was met by a stern gaze. “Ah-ah-ah..” Sebastian said and clicked his tongue. The demon shook his head and slipped off his gloves, then picked up a cucumber sandwich.

“You can’t be serious, Sebastian...” Ciel accused, narrowing his eyes (although one was securely hidden) as the demon leaned close with the sandwich in hand, as if wanting to feed it to him. “Do you mean to embarrass me?”

“It’s not meant to be embarrassing, My Lord,” Sebastian informed him, a slight devilish smirk making an appearance over his lips as his voice dropped to a lower, velvet tone. “It’s meant to be... Romance.”

Ciel’s eyes widened. While things had changed, they’d never spoken so plainly about such things. Warmth spread over Ciel’s cheeks and he looked down at the sandwich, then held Sebastian’s wrist still as he leaned in to take a bite of it. He closed his eyes, basking in the taste of refreshing cucumber. Something about it being fed to him made it taste sweeter.

Always being around someone who never ate was frustrating. It was something that never frustrated him when he was younger, and he hardly had a care in the world that Sebastian always stood around and watched him it. But it felt different as times changed, and he wished to have a proper meal with him. A small gesture that seemed so small suddenly held so much weight.

Ciel was so lost in his thoughts and daydreaming that he didn’t notice Sebastian walking away while steeping the tea. The sunshine felt delightful when it occasionally warmed his skin. It was hardly out long enough to cause discomfort when the trees’ branches would sway with the wind, offering shade just when Ciel needed it. The weather was so beautiful that he could fall asleep laying there on the blanket.

“Your tea, Master.” Sebastian said in a quiet voice. It was as if the demon intentionally lowered his voice so as not to disturb Ciel’s peaceful moment. Strange. Stranger even yet that Ciel found himself thinking that he could never be disturbed by the demon. His butler held a pewter tray adorned with a teapot and teacup, and several red roses. Ciel blinked. When had he...? “Lovely this time of year, aren’t they?” He asked softly. Sebastian lowered himself to his knees properly on the blanket and laid the tray down, then picked up a rose and offered it to Ciel.

“Sebastian...” The earl breathed, unable to hide the surprise on his face. The demon seemed so peaceful in the garden. He seemed... Lovely. Ciel took the rose and brought it to his nose to take in the slight fragrance. It was wonderful. A light freshness that he wished to encapsulate so he could smell it anytime he wished to calm down or relax. Anytime that he missed... “Sebastian. I know I’ve already eaten, but will you eat with me?” He asked, still admiring the rose.

“My lord?”

Ciel brushed a fingertip over one of the rose’s thorns, pricking it just slightly. He winced at the feeling, although it was smaller than a pin prick and he had certainly felt worse things in his life.

“Ciel!” Sebastian exclaimed and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to ignore the scent but it was too late. The demon’s eyes were glowing a bright crimson, and a thick black smoke radiated from him. His hand hid the starving demon’s hungry fangs. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and low. “My lord, I wanted you to have a nice break... Why must you...” Frustration was laced into his tone as he tried to hide his form from Ciel.

“Just a taste, Sebastian. Eat with me. That is an order.” Ciel commanded, not feeling the slightest bit afraid even though perhaps he should. The demon spent so long starving away in wait, and now Ciel tempted him with a taste.

Sebastian had no choice. He showed his face, a glimpse of his true face, to Ciel and reached out to take Ciel’s hand. There was a slight pulsing in the earl’s fingertip, a dull throb from the prick. He busied himself by smelling the rose from Sebastian, keeping his breathing and heart rate even as the demon lapped at his finger. There was a low growl followed by a momentary sucking feeling. “Sebastian.. Control.” Ciel prompted lightly.

Sebastian pulled away and turned away from Ciel for a moment. The earl gave his butler privacy to compose himself, to bring himself back to his facade. Another light breeze picked up, carrying the scent of rose with it and Ciel breathed in deeply to let it in. Spring felt... Nice. Perhaps Sebastian was onto something after all.

“Thank you, Ciel.” Sebastian said in the velvet smooth tone that the earl was used to. He poured tea for his master, seeming somehow even more revitalized than Ciel had ever seen him. The jasmine tea was a welcome pairing with the rose scent that Ciel had recently come to adore. How did the demon always know exactly what he needed before even he himself did?

“We should have meals together more often.” Ciel stated as if it was no big deal. Perhaps it wasn’t. “Look, Sebastian. That tree’s buds are opening. We shall check this weekend to see if they’ve bloomed.”

“Yes, My Lord. Spring is symbolic of a new start. It seems, Young Master... The trees are not the only thing in bloom.” Sebastian commented softly, laying another rose in Ciel’s lap and leaning in to press a kiss atop the earl’s head.

Ciel closed his eyes and, for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to smile genuinely and unguarded. The demon... his demon... was absolutely correct, as always.

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Thank you so much for the request, dear! I love your prompts, they’re always so wonderful! Hopefully I was able to do this justice. It’s nearly 2am but I was too excited to wait! 💙

#griever-bit-my-finger #sebaciel #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji #sebastian x ciel #fic request #drabble #ficlet #i love writing for youuuu #asks #answered

[well-that-was-fucked-up]

So there’s a lot of controversy about this “Bean Dad” guy at the minute and it’s uh, it’s another one of those times where I’m seeing abusers in media (even if only social media this time) get huge amounts of rightful condemnation for shit that is nowhere near as bad as my parents did all the time that nobody ever fucking condemned them for.

It’s a weird pattern that happens a lot on TV when characters get to call out their shitty fathers for being shitty and their shitty fathers are always 10x better than mine whilst also acknowledging that they’re shitty and having everyone around them acknowledge that too and I’m like...my dad and everyone around him acted like he was fucking amazing?? Except for my mother, which my dad and all his friends played off as her being crazy and having a grudge against him specifically, which, I mean...she was and she did. But she had a right to he was fucking awful to her he was fucking awful to all his girlfriends. But in that socially acceptable “he’s just one of the lads” kind of way. And my mother was 100x worse than him but nobody ever acknowledged it and everyone always just told me “she’s your mother” and would go off on rants about how hard it is having children and what a burden kids are and how I should cut her more slack (like I did’t get enough of all of that from her in the first place) and I just...

I regularly didn’t eat as a kid. I’d figured out how to make beans on toast from a tin on the stove entirely by myself by the age of 7 after being told to go make my own food enough times because I was fucking sick of just eating raw cucumbers and bowls of ketchup and jars of nutella and peanut butter because that’s literally what I used to have to do to survive before I figured out how to heat up tins on the stove and frozen food in the oven. And even after that I still didn’t eat enough because there often just wasn’t any food in the house FOR me to cook. I stole food from school until they literally moved the sandwiches behind the counter where people couldn’t reach it because of thieves (and these days I see kids getting help from their teachers and schools when they can’t eat and I don’t want to be jealous I’m so glad they have that help now but I AM because NOBODY BELIEVED ME at school when I told them I didn’t get fed at home and they responded to my clear need for food by making it harder to get!) and I stole chocolate bars and sweets on the way home from school almost every day because they were the easiest to slip up the sleeve of my jumper and were at least some quick energy. My dad gave me £25/month pocket money into my bank account and I spent like £5/week on coke and crisps because that was the best calories-for-money and walking into a shop and buying crisps covers up the fact that you’re stealing lots more chocolate while you’re in there. (and my mother and sister would STILL come to me at the end of the month for my last £5 because they’d spent all theirs on booze and fags and bullshit they didn’t need and I’d often be guilted into handing it over even though I also needed it for fucking toiletries and shit and later on makeup cause there was no way my mother was gonna buy me that when she hadn’t been paying for any of my hygiene products for years - I often just ended up stealing that shit too, enough for the basic natural look to get me out of being bullied at school because I considered that a fucking necessity, and then I just straight up went to the testing counters in big department stores to get my face done before dates lmfao)

And then my dad, who didn’t live with me and didn’t see how little I ate most of the time, would shame me for the amount I ate when I was round his house (because he actually cooked real meals that weren’t burnt-yet-frozen messes guaranteed to make me sick like the mother occasionally made me when she made anything at all), and would tell me I ate too much and that must be why I was so fat. As did everyone who ever saw me eating any of the chocolate or sweets that I stole. I’ve always been fat. I’ve always been starving. The two are highly connected you know. Food insecurity and yo-yo dieting both literally make you fat. And if you don’t want someone to eat chocolate maybe offer them a REAL FUCKING MEAL you have no idea how much that would have meant to me as a kid.

#bean dad #my dad #my mother #poverty #starvation #fatphobia