#no this isn't their first kiss™ it was a CHEEK kiss shes just being sweet since they finslly opened up HEHSHDHHSHDHS

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

TELL US ABOUT THE CONFESSION JIL

@fishy-moirails I GOT YOU BOTH COVERED

first of all thank you for being so interested HUUEHHEUE IT MEANS ALOT 🥺🥺🥺 OTL YYWYEEURHEYRHEE OKOK STORY UNDER READ MORE!!! Bullet point styled writing my beloved

sorry if it seems like it's moving too quickly?? LMAODOAS I JUST WANTED IT TO GO TO THE PART™ AHAHSHFHHSHD there's a lot of skips shshh no I am not rewriting this draft I am winging it on one go

ALSO THIS IS VERY LONG I WARNED U AHSHSHSHDHSHDHEJJR

• tom hates christmas. always does. it was already december 23, two days before christmas

• edd knew that tom would be doing stupid stuff like wrecking havoc, burning down beautifully decorated trees, crushing presents down, that kind of stuff

• he had to think of something clever so that tom wouldn't go ruin the celebration again, it was really exhausting. he NEEDS to be distracted... by something.... or someone

• suddenly, edd had a bright idea. jesse! he had noticed by now that tom and jesse may have a thing going on with each other, but never said anything about it

• edd was the only one who noticed them first being so, subtly sweet to each other, and witnessing tom overreact over the idea of liking jesse — his stunned and red face said it all.

• edd calls up jesse on the phone. a quick wholesome small talk ensued, after a few minutes he asks her for a favor

• "anyways, can you go out with tom, tomorrow?"

• huh!??? it was completely out of the blue. edd suddenly asking jesse to... to... go out with him?? wasn't she subtle about her adoration for him?? it sounded like he knew. but she digress

• edd's reason was that "matt and I are going shopping, and tom is gonna be ..... er... lonely by himself.... uh. yeah"

• (but in reality he really was begging her to keep him distracted from becoming grinch 2.0. he's bad at making reasons)

• that was ..... a very peculiar request. isn't he an adult already? he makes him sound like ton is still a baby. what a way to degrade a man's honor like that.

• "well, I mean.... I guess I can do that, bu-" her voice slowly trailed off into silence

• "GREAT. THANK YOU. SEE YOU LATER" and then edd signs out

• jesse stood there confused, that was incredibly odd??? but no matter, she did want to try to go out with him, she just didn't know how. but now with this prompt suggested by edd, she can't just let it slide — and the most fun holiday was just in a few days

• the next step was actually asking tom to go with her.

• it's probably best she texted him about it.

~~

• back in edd's house, tom sat on the couch minding his own business, and then his phone vibrated

• a message from jesse

• he couldn't help but, feel a little bit of excitement whenever he read that name. they rarely texted, and if they did, it was very short lived, but tom still cherished it

• still, he felt nervous because it was from her!! he was secretly admiring her too, how would you feel if you saw your crush texting you?? you'd wanna act cool even in text!!

• 'hi tom! :D' the message reads out

• he responded casually. 'heya, what's up?"

• 'its x-mas eve tomorrow, and i was wondering if you wanted to come along with me? maybe go to a mall? we can go buy presents for edd, matt and tor.d!'

• a tightness swelled on his throat. he's overthinking now

• xmas.... with her??? tom suddenly felt weird... he had huge distaste for this cheery holiday.... but with her???

• is this a date?? he felt nervous

• she didn't know about his opinion about xmas, nor does he wanna look like an asshole in front of her about it....

• he doesn't want to reject her either — he would love to go out with her anytime...

• ...

• ...maybe christmas doesn't sound so bad...

• he types out his response

• "oh sure, why not? :)"

• thank goodness did texting really mask their actual emotions and red tinted cheeks. but it's settled now

~~

• the next day, it's December 24. edd sleeps comfortably in bed, he's murmuring by himself.

• "mhm..n... christmas eve...."

• edd suddenly shoots up from his bed, eyes wide awake

• IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE.

• TOM BETTER NOT BE PREPARING HIS AMMUNITION FOR TOMORROW

• edd runs to his bedroom. he's not there

• CRAP CRAP MAYBE HE'S ALREADY DRAGGING HIS ROCKET LAUNCHER OUT

• edd runs out to the main door of the house. he's still wearing his pajamas

• as he kicks the door open. the area is covered in thick, white snow. and lo and behold — tom is idling in front of the mailbox, all dressed up

• "oh, good morning edd." tom had his hands on his pockets, his head turned back to see edd's terrified look

• edd pauses for a moment... he's going out?

• .... OHH SNAP HE ACCEPTED JESSE'S REQUEST!!!!

• edd played dumb, everything's under control now. he wiped off the nervous look off his face

• "morning tom, looks like you're going out today! where ya goin?" the smug face edd had plastered, ohh he's thriving so hard

• tom froze.

• "UH. NO, I AM JUST STANDING HERE"

• no he's not allowing edd to think he's on a date hell no he's not!!

• edd chuckles, ohh silly little boy he knows what's going on. but he'll let it slide for tom's sake

• "well, have fun standing there! I'm getting cola for breakfast" and edd walks back in, closes the door.

• tom sighs to himself. he's starting to wonder why he's here again, until a voice called to him.

• "tom, you're here!"

• that voice. in an instant his eyes quickly tries to scan for that, familiar sweet voice.

• his eyes lands on jesse, she's dressed in a fluffy jade jacket, and cute white ear warmers.

• he couldn't help but feel, soft inside. her cute stature and smile made him smile.

• "you look nice" he spoke up

• her eyes shrunk at the sweet compliment, she awkwardly twirls her hair and smiles

• "haven't worn this in a while, I'm glad you find it nice, haha" she chuckled

• she's so pretty. he thought

• ”shall we go?"

• he nodded.

~~

• they're in a mall now, as suggested by jesse

• the interiors was filled with christmas themed decorations, a big tree stood in the center of the building, jolly music surrounded the whole place. it feels so festive and bright

• tom cringed at this sight. eugh.

• but, it doesn't feel so, so bad? compared to last time? is it because she's around?

• tom looked at her, excitement filled her eyes, they were sparkling too. she's stoked

• gosh, he could look at her all day if he could

• jesse snaps him out of his trance

• "let's go look in here! maybe there's something here that i could give to matt!"

~~

• they're window-shopping, jesse scans every item available, she's really trying to find a gift for everyone. how thoughtful!

• tom wasn't really looking for anything special, he's just following her. he's not mad though, he's enjoying it actually.

• suddenly, he notices a rack with "mistletoes" labeled above. he stops to look at them. it look pretty.

• "ooh, mistletoes! they're really gorgeous" she notices him staring at them

• "what are these?"

• "...you don't know what are mistletoes?"

• tom shakes his head. he doesn't know. apparently hating christmas means he doesn't really know much about certain items

• "people usually like to hang mistletoes by a doorway, and if two people happen to stand on one together, they... they kiss!"

• "they kiss?"

• "yeah! it's really cute. right?"

• "huh, that's- that's cool"

• he ended up buying one after jesse finished shopping. he didn't show her though. who knows? could come in handy...

~~

• a few hours passed, they definitely had a great time bonding with each other, and being together alone.

• it felt like they truly got to know each other more, and their feelings for each other continued to swirl more

• jesse had to excuse herself to the restroom, so tom waited out for her. her shopping bags sat next to him.

• he was minding his own business, when he hears a couple pass by with an ongoing conversation

• "it's almost 12! we should go check the fireworks later!"

• "oh? where is it?"

• "it's at the outer area of the mall, it's the perfect view to watch the night glitter!!"

• fireworks... he should take her there to end the night

• and, maybe. maybe it was time he told her the truth.

• his face warmed with red, is he really going to tell her now?

• what if it backfires?

• 'am i going to hate christmas even more if things don't go the right way?'

• his worries gets shaken off into thin air when she comes back.

• "i'm back!" she runs to him, and picks up her bags of shopped goods

• "where do you want to go next? or should we go home now?"

• "actually... i heard there's a fireworks display starting soon..." he paused, and gulped

• "... do you wanna go there?" his voice got a little shaky there.

• "i'd love to" she nodded happily

• something about the way she said it, pulled his heartstrings too hard. she would "love to".

• walking outside, there's already a couple of people waiting. some are standing, sitting, and talking to others.

• there's an unoccupied bench, they both took the seat, and waited for the show to begin

• jesse suddenly felt cold, she's shivering a little. she tried to wear her jacket thoroughly and adjusted her earmuffs, but she still continued to shake in her seat

• tom couldn't just sit there and watch her freeze.

• not even saying anything, he scooted himself closer to her, and slowly placed his arm over her side and brought her closer. she jolted at the contact and felt a little flustered.

• "you could've told me you were getting cold" he teased her. that was smooth

• she was going to comment on his smug remark, but she simply thanked him and rested closely to him.

• 'tom. now's your chance'

• time to suck it up and say it here and now

• deep breath. breathe in — out.

• "jesse, can i say something a little odd?"

• "you're odd to me already" she joked. "but go on"

• he takes a moment

• "remember when we first met?" he started

• "i really didn't think we'd become friends from there"

• "i thought i wasn't interesting enough to be your friend"

• "heck, i feel like edd, matt and to.rd combined are far more interesting than me"

• "when you asked me to go out with you today, i-.. i felt — it means a lot to me, y'know?"

• "you're really kind to me. not just me explicitly — but even to my friends, it gave me this hope that maybe not everyone is absolute garbage here."

• jesse listened closely, not saying a word

• "what i'm getting at — jesse."

• he turns to her, and holds both of her hands. oh how she was not expecting this turn of events

• "i— i, i think i like you. and i'd do anything to take that next level"

• he said it, he did it. a weight off his shoulders has been lifted. he's been harbouring these feelings for months now. he needed to tell someone.

• he stared at her intently, his lips zipped shut and nervously expects her response. holding her hands firmly.

• meanwhile, as his words escalated, she almost knew what he was going to say, and she was ready to respond back.

• "can i say something a little odd, too?" jesse replies

• his eyes widened to respond to her

• "i like you as much as you do, tom."

• "i'd love to go further with you too."

• he was speechless. she felt the same way too. there's really nothing much he could say, but he smiled, and pulled her closer for a hug, she did the same

• suddenly, loud explosions can be heard, along with bright flashes in the sky. the fireworks started now

• the sky glittered the dark night with the wonderfully synchronized explosions. it was absolutely gorgeous.

• they looked in adoration, while still holding each other. she leaned her head on his neck. she felt comfortable now, there's no use in hiding how much she wanted to be close to him now

• he, in turn also snuggles his head on her soft hair, it was the best feeling in the world.

• "merry christmas, jesse"

• he said it, what a turn of events!

~~

• back at edd's house, the boys were also having a good time, because tom isn't doing anything stupid! loud music blasted their room as they all sung together happily

• edd started to wonder if things went well with jesse and tom, given that his friend wasn't even home yet.

• suddenly they heard door knocks — that must be tom!!

• "MATT, TO.RD!! GET THE PRESENTS" edd loudly whispered. the duo nodded and grabbed blue colored gifts and a party popper

• "okay, i'm opening the door. let's greet him in unison. got it?"

• "go on edd!" "we're ready!" the two responded

• edd swings the door open, and the boys were ready to yell

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS, TO-"

• tom fell down face first on the floor

• ????? what??????

• "tom??!" edd was confused

• "AAGHHH LOOK THERE'S BLOOD ON HIS CHEEK!" matt cried out

• tord leaned closer to inspect tom, he rolled him over to check his face. tom looked like he was smiling even if he's... unconscious?

• that's not blood.....

• ... is that a kissmark?

• "is that lipstick?" tord was confused too

• edd realizes.

• "looks like tom had a good holiday after all." edd chuckles.

#THSHHFHSBFBSJFHJSNGND FJDJGBD MANF MOH MAN IM SO CRINGE BUT IM SO FREE /POS WEAYAYHEYAYRYYAHEHAURJ #IM AAAAA AYESS RYESDBRHR #IM AT THE POINT WHERE IDC IF ITS OUT OF CHARACTER OR NOT THIS WHOLE THING IS TOO GOOD ALREADYYYYYY #tom hates christmas. jesse fixes it. she saves it while tom finally confesses LETS GOOOOOOKOOOO #no this isn't their first kiss™ it was a CHEEK kiss shes just being sweet since they finslly opened up HEHSHDHHSHDHS #SORRU IF THERE'S LIKE. TYPOS OR SMTH I JUST WANNA ANSWER THIS SO BAAAAD HHHDHSHDHDHD #AGAIN tysm for asking HEHSHEHSH 🥺💓💓💞💓💞💞♥️💞♥️🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so canon shut up #🍀 inbox #❇️ fishy-moirails #❇️ starstruckcoffeelover #~ writing #♥️ tomjesse #long post

[walrus150915]

Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

#this one is kinda short #but still #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #goldenheart #nimona headcanons

[misty-moth]

I wrote a silly/fluffy Halloween fic for Clavis 🎃🦇👻

The story has concepts from completing his route, just as a heads up, and is far, faaaar longer than I anticipated 😅

Divider: saradika

Clavis POV, Halloween theme, ~2.8k words

As per tradition, Halloween was a cherished week-long event in the Lovely Land of Lelouch™. An essential, and therefore mandatory, week-long event.

My adorable wife had bartered with me to revert back to the “old tradition” of only one day. Being ever the compromising partner, the week plan was put in play. I assured her that she was more than welcome to join me in the tricks department, but she assured me that her strengths would stay firmly in the treats department. Truly the yin to my yang. My perfect balance. Swoon.

I simply needed to condense a month’s worth of mischief into one spectacular week. A challenge I gladly accepted.

And so we begin!

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the First~

My dearest had plenty of tasty treats she planned to supply our community for the first day, from sweet tarts to prettily wrapped candies to caramel apples.

Caramel apples are a low bar for me, but that’s the best way to start the celebrations in my opinion. The week was young!

“Knock knock,” I leaned against the kitchen’s doorway as my wife turned to me with a grin. The counters were covered in the baked goods still waiting to be wrapped, and she was covered in an amalgamation of sugar, flour, frosting, and other things not nearly as sweet as her.

“Good morning, Clavis! They look great, right? I slept in more than I meant to, but I think I can catch up with some help.”

“Fear not, I am ahead of schedule and eager to assist,” I grabbed the furthest treat on the counter as I slid over to her. “So you can take a break, dear. I won’t breathe a word to anyone if you sample the wares.” I placed the caramel treat in her hand and she beamed up at me.

“Thank you, my charming husband,” she leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. My eyes widened as I watched her lean in to bite the caramel onion I had prepared first thing this morning. I… almost feel bad… but I need to trust the process.

Her teeth sunk in, and she began… chewing? Wait. I flashed a glance toward the end of the counter; had she rearranged them? Oh gods, where is it now?

She hummed. “Those turned out pretty tasty! I was a little worried, but I think they’ll be a hit with the kids. Do you want a bite?” She held the unbitten side to my mouth.

Well… this is the quickest way to check.

I took a calculated bite, feeling a trickle of juice run down my chin, and the undeniable tang of onion… is she okay? Have I ruined her taste buds? If I did, is that for the best or should I apologize?

Her face twisted in concern as she watched mine. “It’s not bad, is it? I don’t have time to remake them and give them time to dry,” she pouted.

“Of course not, sweetness! Everyone will love them and you and every second of effort you put into making them.” I kissed her forehead and she placed the stick in my hand so she could wrap her arms around me. With a squeeze, she released me.

“I’ll be right back, Clavis! Hold down the fort,” she skipped out of the room.

I stared blankly toward the hallway. “Cyran. Come here and try this.”

“That isn't in my job description.”

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the Second~

Yesterday did not go according to plan, but I love surprises, so it was honestly better than planned haha!

I was once again grateful that my lover was sleeping in a little later these days (surely from her diligent work on the treats front).

I loitered a bit myself this morning. There was a book elegantly placed on my lap as I patiently lounged in the parlor.

“Clavis!”

Aaaah, she’s awake! Today is already better.

Feeling euphoric, I dashed into the dressing room attached to the bedroom. I found her with a perplexed expression, facing the large mirror that was dripping with bright red paint in complete disarray.

I furrowed my brows, “oh dearie me, it looks like—“

“Wait, don’t tell me. I think I’ve got it,” she tilted her head as she squinted. “Beware… the beast… who…” she murmured before clapping her hands together, causing a rather unplanned jump from me. “‘Beware the beast that resides within!’ Right? Am I right? I think I’m actually getting the hang of Lelouchian!”

…Is that what I wrote? Or what it looks like to her? Her precious face, gods— “I am so proud that you could read it, haha! The power of love can even trump the daunting task of learning a new language, it seems.”

She grinned up at me before looking at the mirror again, a sigh escaping her. “I’d like this cleaned off so I can use the mirror, though.”

I cleared my throat. “CYRAN.”

“NO.”

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the Third~

Every day leads to a new opportunity to start anew. In my hubris, I assumed that the prep work needed for my side of the festivities was sufficient. I now know what not to do: underestimate my beautiful wife’s resilience!

I also learned not to perform any grand displays in our home as that mirror was impressively difficult to clean… so today’s activities shall take us into the great outdoors.

I placed a fluffy white scarf around her as she fixed my cravat into place. Taking her small, warm hand, we headed out on an autumnal trail we often frequented in the warmer months.

She puffed a small breath and giggled as the cold air made it visible. I tugged her hand over as I pressed her into my side. I placed a kiss on the crown of her head, and nearly grimaced where she couldn’t see. Why… *WHY* is she so cute?! She’s always this cute, obviously, but having to remember this now is making my job infinitely harder!

No, focus. This holiday needs me. This was my assignment. She needed this from me.

Fallen leaves were scattered across our path, clumped in varying amounts as we continued. Suddenly, she dashed forward, taking my hand with her as she giggled.

I immediately planted myself. A small yelp was heard, though I cannot tell you from whom it came from. For a rabbit so little, she sure could carry momentum. The leaves slipped beneath me, and I felt the inevitable wire amongst the foliage. I pulled us back, landing us both on our bottoms as a net hoisted an immense amount of leaves into the air, and loud pops carried a mirage of colors and glitter.

“Whoa!” Her eyes lit up, and her mouth fell agape. “Clavis, that was beautiful!”

“Hm?!” I nearly shouted before clearing my throat from that unintentional outburst.

“You set this up, didn’t you? The leaves fell so softly, and there was the popping… Those colors were so vibrant! How did you make those? With dyes?”

I think the sound I now made would still be described as a laugh by kind narrators. “Yes… yes, I used some new shades from flowers I traded for… and…” and I don’t know how we got here.

“You’ll have to show me after our walk!”

She stood up and held her small hand out for me. I stared at it for a moment. “I’m glad I gave Cyran the morning off.”

“Hmm?”

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween… the Fourth?~

We aren’t putting too much faith in today being the winner of the week. All we can do in this life is our best. I took a deep, focused breath as I shifted against the front wall of our home before stilling.

While I pride myself on my usual attire, I’d say this full-coverage black outfit is the perfect fit for stealth. My lovely partner is set to join the others in town soon, and I’ll ensure she has a bit of pep in her step after I greet her from the shadows.

I am willing to accept a shout, a yelp, or maybe even a brief moment of surprise? Maybe a little confidence boost could be helpful in these spooky times. Then I can fully focus on tomorr—

I heard the door crash open beside me. Her small voice called out, “Clavis?”

My palm squeaked against the wall as I nearly lost my footing.

“Oh there you are!” She poked her head past the door. “No wonder I couldn’t find you, you look so different dressed in all black.” She walked up, hesitating before making contact. “And actually, I kinda think… I like this look on you,” her cheeks heated slightly as her palm rested on my chest.

Nope. Nope, today was not a necessity. Today was simply a small reprieve before a grander tomorrow. Keep moving forward, that’s what I always say. Such is the Lelouchian way.

“Ahaha! I’m glad you like this on me! You’ll have to help me out of it later,” I pressed a kiss to her lips and she leaned up to make it last a moment longer.

“I have to get going, so if you need it off sooner, ask Cyran!” She jogged off before I could say another word.

“…maybe Cyran can have a few more days off.”

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the Fifth!~

Alright! At last! This year has been a series of trials and, as to be completely expected, some errors… but now we will see a true prank from the master!

Waking up far before the sun graced this land for the day of reckoning, I went to work creating a true spectacle for my dearest to enjoy. Each trap was designed with just enough difficulty for her to feel a challenge and triumph before the next trap was triggered. Frights, jump scares, shocking sounds, spooky sights, all for our shared enjoyment!

Her sleep schedule grew continuously later each day, so I waited patiently on the chair by the front door. I picked the optimal place for her to safely reach me before exiting for the day, and to guide her into the last trap that she would undoubtedly need my assistance with escaping. I will graciously accept the role of being her hero for the day.

The distant creak of a door jolted me from my reverie and brought a smile to my lips. It would take her some time, and unfortunately I would miss her first dozen reactions, but there was simply no way for me to avoid each trap in time to get her out of this finale.

There was a loud thunk and more creaking sounds toward our room. I strained to hear, trying to time how long it took her between each noise, but it seems I’m too far.

I huffed a small sigh as I settled in my seat, a mixture of excitement and impatience to see her again. I need to concentrate if I’m going to hear anything…

*knock knock*

“GAH!” Gods, that came out of nowhere! Was that someone at the door?? I cleared my throat as I shifted forward, opening the door to see… my little… rabbit…

“Clavis, something’s wrong with our bedroom door. I think something fell over on the other side, and I couldn’t open it. Thankfully the windows are so big,” she was in her nightgown, a light shall covering her chilled shoulders.

…

But…

But that’s…

There was a strange groan coming from my chest. What could have fallen over there? That area was meant as a warm up! Was that the loud thump I heard? I swear there wasn’t anything like that over there.

“Clavis, you’re mumbling. Are you okay?”

I whipped around, determined to find the source that stopped yet another day’s plans.

“Wait, Clavis!”

The world swirled around me, the floor changing places with the ceiling. The feeling of soft but firm fabric pressed around me, the texture and appearance that of a spider’s web. The warmth encapsulating my body did nothing to calm the calamity taking place in my heart and lungs.

I was gasping— rather loudly, unfortunately. It took me a long moment before I thought to exchange those breaths for a laugh. My eyes met my wife’s, who is now likely concerned for my safety AND my sanity. She’s thoughtful like that.

Words… words words words… I’m sure I know some…

“Clavis, I don’t think I can reach up there,” her delicate eyebrows furrowed as her head tilted. Well. She’s beautiful even from 8 feet up. “Should I go find help? I think I saw Kai—“

“Cyran please.”

“You gave him the next few days off.”

I did. Silly me. “I’m certain he will need an employer to return to, and therefore would be willing to come in on short notice.”

She glanced toward the hallway. “I’m guessing I can’t go get dressed.”

“Not unless you made a return route when exiting the window.” She sighed in response. “Remind me to teach you that later.”

She glanced up at me for a moment. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pointed her finger toward me with a low hum. “If only I was a taller little rabbit.”

She turned back through the door, and my voice followed. “I love you, dear!” This was the best I could offer, as apparently all of my luck for this year was spent far before the end of it.

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the Sixth.~

She found me here in the kitchen, surrounded by half-filled mixing bowls, drafts for traps that were destined to only exist as “works in progress”, and the many baubles that I’d dredged up from my workshop. My head was flopped on the tabletop, and I felt her small fingers thread through my hair before gently kneading my scalp. My eyes feel prickly… haha… don’t do that, eyes.

I saw her other hand flash in my peripheral. “Hey, what’s in this purple bowl? Is this edible—“

“What? No!” Her reach stopped as I took a calm, sophisticated breath. “I mean, it might be but— no don’t try it!” I’m trying to keep you alive here, you beautiful angel, but you can’t even distinguish between my attempts at making food and my attempts at creating new adhesives.

Her kneading switched to petting, which bruised my ego but soothed my inner woes. “Should I make breakfast then? I still have a lot of baking to catch up on due to the state of our home yesterday,” aaand now she’s patting my head. Tough, but fair.

I twisted around to wrap my arms around her, tugging her up onto my lap and placing a nestling kiss into her shoulder. “I can help,” I murmured into her skin, but I knew she’d understand me as only she could.

“The town will be eating these treats.” I nodded into her collarbone. “The children. The elderly. The in-between.” I nodded again. “And I’d like everyone to like them.” I nodded, trying to bury myself further but with nowhere to go.

Her body stilled. “Clavis, are you okay?”

I looked up to her eyes, which were less worried now but plenty curious. “Of course I am, my sweet.” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

She smiled, but there was still something off in her features. There was a strange silence before she hopped down and went over to the sink. She began soaking the dishes near her. “I just find it odd that you haven’t pulled any pranks this year.”

…

I need a minute.

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween Day~

With her meticulous coaching and my no-nonsense assisting, the ultimate couple finished up the task of delighting our fellow people! Though their smiles were not produced from my mischief (as I didn’t have the proper time to dedicate to them this year), the festivities were full of cheer and laughter.

My hand held my love’s as it swung between us, and we made a few pit stops to speak with those not quick enough to run.

“Long time no see, Cyran!” My little rabbit sure was happy to see my loyal knight. Haha. Surely that’s curable. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“You’re kind for asking, my lady. I’d say this year’s events are all going according to plan. With any luck, we can achieve an even smoother week next year.”

She dramatically sighed, but her smile was cheeky. “I doubt we can. I think he’ll catch on by then.”

Oh, dearie me.

My arms snaked around her from behind, my chin propped on top of her head. Which emotion provided my laughter now, I know not. My eyes slightly narrowed as I looked over to my knight. “It seems I’ll have to plan better myself! After all, there’s only 365 days left ‘til next Halloween!”

Cyran returned my gaze. “364.”

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#clavis lelouch #cyran rose #halloween #ikemen prince #moth’s writing