#hh fluff

[spacenoodlez-doodlez]

Huskerdust sketch dump because I can't stop drawing themmmm <3

[jammerspyjammass]

They’re the wine aunts

[voxisdaddy]

Nifty Nifty Nifty

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Type: Fun and Fluffy! Platonic only! HEADCANONS

What if Vox had his own Nifty? Someone who’s just a short ball of chaos, easily entertained, and very quick?

c/tw: mention of cum (its still platonic, i swear)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Alastor and Nifty’s relationship is weird. To Vox that is. He observes Alastor whenever he can, which Alastor tends to make it almost impossible to do so, but from what Vox has gathered-Alastor may or may not have a soft spot for this ‘Nifty’ lady.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Cringe. Anyways,

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ When you met Vox, let’s say it was in his early days in hell-before the Vee’s, fame, fortune, and, hell, even before the overlord status was placed upon him, so you were an early contract. One he didn't see a lot actually. For good reason!

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox sighed as he slumped back, defeated, on his chair. His eyes followed the hyper active little sinner who scurried along all around his monitor equipment. He was slightly worried they'd knock something over but the one thing (Y/N) hated with a burning passion was a mess. So he was a bit at ease knowing that his equipment likely wouldn’t be damaged.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "I dusted down the keyboard this morning. It's fine!" Vox insisted as he watched the little ball of speed come to a halt to tear apart his keyboard.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "Not enough! Did you even use that feather duster I gave you for our soul-contract-iversary? It's so unclean! You didn't even take off the caps to really get in there like you're supposed to!" The little thing rambled on. They weren't particularly venting about it though. It was all done because they were just excited. Which was a breathe of fresh air for Vox so he didn't immediately kick them out.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Maybe offering the 10 pound, 3 foot tall sinner a cup of coffee wasn't his most calculated move. You'd think he'd learn by now.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But he just couldn't resist the hopeful teary eyed expression you gave him this morning when you asked for a sip of his coffee. He wasn't gonna share so he brewed a cup for you and made it just how he'd think you'd like it-a crap ton of sugar.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette had inquired if that really was a good idea but Vox being the prideful, stubborn, 'I'm the boss' pissy baby he is, had shot her concerns down. Something about how he doesn't have to listen to someone else tell him how to control his souls.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Yeah Velvette was not happy with that and flipped him off. Telling him that whatever happens is his mess to clean up all on his own.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Oh yeah the other Vee's are familiar with you already. It was actually quite funny how you met them.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ When you first met Velvette you were sitting on some top shelf and giggling madly to yourself as you looked at her outfit that day. It was a lovely little outfit with artistic decisions in where the red melty heart symbols were located. "You got slime on your clothes!" You giggled, "I'll clean them!" Velvette backed away slowly as you whipped out a large sponge and a bucket of soapy water. Vox had intervened just in time to catch you midair before you could 'ruin' Velvettes outfit.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino first met you in one of his night clubs-one specifically for sex favors. He was chatting with Vox in a separate room when they heard a shriek. Valentino had intended to ignore it until Vox ran out of the room, cursing under his breath. When the pimp entered the club room he watched with a confused look on his face as a little sinner scrambled around with a black light, tears in their eyes, and like a thousand cleaning materials in their arms. They wailed in Vox's arms about how filthy the entire room was. Valentino took an interest in you, maybe you could be quite useful in one of his films. Like a sexy little maid or something. Yeah before he could make an offer you had ripped off some of his fur, muttering about how unclean his coat was.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Oh Val, that would not be the only time a little ball of chaos ripped some of your fur off, would it?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Anyways, Vox didn't keep you around much for, as previously mentioned, good reason. In fact, part of your contract was that you never reach out to him. He will be the one to reach out to you. It leaves your text messages and mailing address heavily one sided. Vox still cringes at the memory when the head of the mailing company had accused him of stalking some poor innocent sinner.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox liked to think he didn't have any favourites of all his contracted souls. The closest would probably be Travis (the name I gave his assistant in episode 2) but that was mainly bc out of all of Vox's assistants, Travis actually got shit done to Vox's standards. So yeah. Absolutely no favourites. Non whatsoever. Nope nope nope-

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "And in other news, VoxTek is releasing some new cleaning products for your VoxTek appliances!" Vox promotes on his 'Vox-2-Nite' show one evening. Suddenly your little happy face comes very close in front of camera 1, holding an armful of the cleaning products you managed to convince Vox to make. Vox stretches behind you to try and get his face back on camera 1, and maybe hint for a crew member for get you off the damn set.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ No one could mangle you away from the cameras though, leaving Vox to shamefully climb over his desk and retrieve you himself. He sat back on the guest seat, hand clamping over your mouth, arm holding your body as still as he possibly can as he hurried to end the show.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "That's it for tonight on 'Vox-2-Nite'! Tune in tomorrow night for a very special guest, Velvette-hey get back here!" You slipped out of his arms, running up to the camera and firmly grasping it in your hands. "Buy our cleaning products! Valentino says the soap is the same colour as Mister Vox’s cum-!" "AAAAAAAAA!!" Vox tackles you to the floor.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette finds herself smiling smugly along side a chuckling Valentino at the...unexpected closing of the show. They wait for Vox to slam open the doors. But surprisingly Vox doesn't come charging in upset. Instead he looks unbothered as you cling to his leg wailing for your cleaning products back.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "I'll clean all of the Vee's tower! Every little corner! That's how I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Vox pulled you off his leg from the back of your top. "It wouldn't be a punishment if you enjoyed it now, wouldn't it?" Then he dropped on you the couch next to Valentino who scurried away out of fear that you'll rip out his fur again. He may or may not have ptsd from the first time.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you were a normal sinner, any of his other souls or employees, you'd be ripped apart by now or have some other form of harsh punishment-he's not above using some of his employees as target practice with a gun of course. But you weren't like the rest to him. Yeah. Definitely no favourites.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "Imagine being attached to some little sinner!" Vox laughed, spinning around in his chair with a cup of hot coffee on his iconic 'Fuck Alastor' customized mug. He looked at the monitor with an amused expression, with a smug, teasing smile. Alastor's fondness of this Nifty lady was just too comical. Cringe, even. "He's such a loser." He sipped his coffee.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "Can I have a sip?" You perked up suddenly next to him and eyeing his coffee. Vox hands the mug to you thoughtlessly. "Yeah, go ahead." He says before laughing again.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino and Velvette, on separate monitors as the three were in a video call together, throw a 'really?' expression Vox's way. He fails to notice that though as he's still looking on in amusement and making his comments-laughing at his own jokes like the sad, little simp he is.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ I like to imagine that Vox kidnaps Nifty just to spite Alastor and Alastor, not one to back down from a challenge, in turn kidnaps you. So he's been doing his homework too it seems.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It then becomes an awkward trade off of little chaos gremlins, with both Overlords inching towards each other holding each others little friend. Like, they don't even set them on the ground for them to find their way back to their masters-each somewhat paranoid that the others just gonna take both and run away. So they hold the two of you out, using the other arm to slowly reach for their respective little entertainment. As soon their fingers graze their friend, Nifty is swept up into Alastor's arms and you're swept up in Vox's. The two throw glares at each other, shadows curling dangerously behind Alastor and electricity flickering around Vox violently.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "I got stuck in his fancy toilet!" Nifty points at Vox.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "He took me to Cannibal Town and a lady named Susan tried to eat me!" You point at Alastor.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ One night as Vox sat in a meeting room surrounded by all his sharks, he downed a bottle of some hard liquor. It was another difficult day. Surprisingly enough, the nail on the coffin was when Vox finally admitted to himself that he does have a favourite.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "Can I stay here?" You suddenly appeared on the table which nearly gave Vox's dead cold heart a heart attack. "What?' He recovered. "I like it here. Velvette says I'm like a doll she can dress up and I get lots of new clothes. Valentino lets me clean his studio-with a promise I don't touch him." Vox nearly snorted. Almost. But a rare, vulnerable, genuine smile took its place instead.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "I suppose. Your presence is... not unenjoyable to have in the tower." Suddenly Vox finds you climbing his shoulders, hands gripping the top of his monitor to keep yourself steady. You take his hat and place it neatly on top of your own head. Vox glances up at you with a toothy grin. "Onward to my new room, Mister Vox!" Vox stands and cleans up after himself, not removing you from the piggy back you forced upon him. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that strange head of yours."

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You, dear (Y/n), are a soul worth keeping-and a friend worth having.

This took longer to get out than expected. Sorry about that. I think it came out longer than I expected too. A lot longer actually. I might make a part 2 bc this was so fun! Thanks for reading! Likes + Reblogs are appreciated!

Tags: @viviannagiorgini @fabii275

[dollcherray]

Hey Cherry! I feel like I have ask this before- but nvm! May I request for Adam x Seraphim reader? sincerely, your anon cutie

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⋆.˚ MAKE ME HIT THE HIGH NOTES ✧₊⁺

ᛝྀི ADAM X SERAPHIM READER

｡𖦹°‧ NOTES: CUTIE!!! i missed you <3 so sorry for the wait, i've been doing a lot of things lately, but im happy i've been able to make some time for you hun<3 there's mentions of sex but nothing much.

꩜.ᐟ Type: Romantic, Fluff, Headcanons

ᯓ★ Song: HUNNIDDOLLA

۶ৎ Fuck, you're stimulating him to have an even bigger ego, this man is unstoppable with you, anything that he does or say wrong, he'll excuse it with him saying he's the first man, he can do whatever he wants + he's dating one of the rulers of earth and heaven combo.

۶ৎ You mostly need to keep him on a leash (metaphorically you sickos) so he doesn't go wreaking havoc in heaven or wherever the fuck you guys are because if you let him, he'll absolutely destroy the entire place, insulting people, destroying things that de doesn't like or anything that he wants to do basically, and all under the impression that the "seraphim excuse" will work perfectly.

۶ৎ If you're a seraphim just as serious as Sera, you two have a very interesting dynamic, while he's out there being a dick with everybody that bumps with him, you're trying to keep the idiot at bay. (which doesn't really work since he still will be a rude idiot.)

۶ৎ This idiot would be all over you tho, don't get me wrong, Adam has this all tough and something like that facade but this man is head over heels for you, he just has his little way of showing it, he shows that more clearly on the bed, but when it's not on the bed he usually try to show affection by buying a lot of things for you, even though you don't really need it- but you appreciate his little gifts.

۶ৎ Adam just gets all fucking proud and shit whenever you praise him for some work he's done right, this man child really needs your approval so expect him to get all prideful when you approve something he does or praise him.

۶ৎ Whenever you guys are in a meeting or in the courtroom, he always sits with you, even if he's place is supposed to be in the lower seats not in the top with you but he doesn't stop whining how he needs to sit with since he's your boyfriend and blah blah blah.

۶ৎ Expect to rarely get your work done early, because the moment he's awake he's fucking barging in your office, touching everything and asks a million and one questions, it gets in your nerves but there's nothing you say or do that will stop him from annoying you.

۶ৎ He's always bragging about how he managed to pull a seraphim, and how fucking cool he is and that he rocks and blah blah blah, again, he got such a ego boost the moment you accepted his request to go out on a date with him.

۶ৎ I think he tried winning you over by being strangely tame and compliant to you, don't get me wrong, Adam isn't really a tame person nor compliant, he's very stubborn even with Sera, but with you? you must have made him lovesick because he was like an actual saint.

۶ৎ Only to go back to his usual self once you guys started dating, but it doesn't matter, you liked him and his personality, even if he sometimes gets in your nerves <3

۶ৎ Sometimes Sera asks you what you see in him and you just look at her and casually says:

✧₊⁺ “He makes me laugh.”

[greenandsorrow]

The fox (2): Found something real that's out of touch.

Alastor x fem!fox!reader

stay tuned for the final chapter

"To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world."

~Le petit prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The girl woke up with a start. Her mother was by her side. The monotone sound of the machines attached to her body could be heard. She had died but they had brought her back.

In the few minutes it had taken to revive her, her soul had wandered all the way to Hell- due to how there hadn't been any guidance from Heaven. Her death hadn't been meant to happen. Not yet.

Time flew differently in the afterlife, since she had spent a good fifteen days at the hotel, but as mentioned, only a couple of minutes at the hospital.

The girl lived. She left the hospital, but she kept her promise to Alastor. She never forgot about him. While he was in Hell, thinking she was in Heaven, she was alive, roaming Earth.

She searched a plethora of archives at Louisiana's library and she tried to gather as much information as possible from her grandma about Alastor the radio host.

A serial killer that would hide his victims' bodies on deer haunting ground. He had been killed while mistaken for one. Hence his appearance in the afterlife. He was also found to be linked to voodoo practices- for hurtful purposes.

He had been a bad man in all his life. He had caused pain to others, but she couldn't just ignore the way he had been there for her during her short stay in the hotel.

Alastor was the one cooking her Jambalaya when she was sad and entertaining her with his charm and wit. That's how she'd always remember him. The smiling, gentledeer with the black cane.

She went as far as visiting Louisiana's old cemetery. Why would she leave flowers on the grave of a killer? Why would she sit and reminisce about one of Hell's most devious sinners? She wasn't the one to give him forgiveness. She didn't even try to justify his vile actions. The flowers were simply her way of saying "thank you, because even though you've done so many wrongs, you did at least one good deed and that was helping me".

The photograph on the grave -placed behind a now broken frame- was fading slowly but surely. The young man that looked back at her had a smooth, tan complexion and bespectacled, smart eyes. The shade of his eyes and hair reminded her of hot coffee in the morning. The quality wasn't great, but then again, coloured pictures weren't as advanced back then.

Alastor's visits to Rosie grew more frequent after his little, fluffy friend vanished. He'd sit for hours with his hellborn bestie, telling her about every single detail of his experience with the young girl.

"I'm surprised you didn't just devour her Hun! I'm sure she'd taste so delicious!"

"Dear Rosie... I have to be honest with you... If there's one person except from my mother that I would never hurt... It is her, the fox."

Both of whom were gone for the foreseeable eternity.

With Rosie refilling his tea cup frequently and asking him additional questions, Alastor couldn't help but think about the fox.

It hadn't been all good times, but now that she was gone, even the not so pleasant memories carried a bittersweet quality to them.

For example, there had been many arguments between them and the girl hadn't been scared to show him her teeth, quite literally.

He found himself thinking of her again as he made his way back to the hotel, after his visit at Cannibal town.

Alastor's memory...

She was being nosy again. Asking too many questions.

"Well yes, I did die in the woods like you... It's peculiar. This is the first time I ever meet someone who died under the same circumstances... not the exact same, but you get my drill?"

The girl had shrugged, but she hadn't been able to suppress her smile at being given attention. Alastor had continued talking, simultaneously warming up his voice for his radio show.

"What if this is too much of a coincidence? What if this is part of some bigger plot..."

"A bigger plot? How so Alastor?"

He liked the way she pronounced his name. She'd say it with caution, like it was something important that should be respected.

Sometimes people get sent in our lives for a reason. Sometimes they teach us a lesson. Sometimes we are the lesson. Sometimes they are reminders. Reminders of things we had forgotten that existed.

"Do you have a tail?"

"What do you expect?"

"Oh please show me!"

As much as he wanted to be intimidating and taken seriously, even if he was an overlord, the fact that his body got changed into a deer was somewhat humiliating. He. Is. Not. Prey.

"Not happening."

He should have shown her, just to see that sparkle in her eyes. Regret.

Charlie was singing. It wasn't like him zoning out, but a few weeks ago the fox had been in that very same room, walking away... frustrated.

Alastor's memory...

"Oh dear..." he had muttered, following after her before swiftly stepping in front of her and slightly raising his arm, blocking her way.

"Now it would be quite rude to simply walk away, would it not?"

"Manners are the last thing occupying my mind after I was thrown in purgatory."

He had let out a chuckle of agreement at her point.

"Sometimes a bit of charm can take you a long way in life... and besides the company of your sweet self would be delightful!"

"Can it take me to Heaven?"

"What about a story sweetheart? It was so brutal when I first spawned here... just thinking about that time makes my tongue tingle with the sweet taste of blood."

"I hate this place."

She had been unhappy all the time he knew her.

In a mockingly sympathetic tone Alastor had tried to distract her.

"Awww... are you really not enjoying your stay here in our beautiful hotel? I'm sure you have met some really interesting individuals."

"I prefer my well deserved place in HEAVEN thank you very much."

All their conversations had always circled back to that exact point.

While she was beginning to grow on him, to her Alastor was still no one. She would chat with him, but he wasn't someone special in her heart. The radio demon hated himself for allowing that bond to bloom, but he hated himself even more because it was one sided. Him being on the losing end.

And there had been another fight that very same day.

"LET ME DOWN"

"Ask nicely."

"I hate you."

Alastor's playful attitude had vanished.

"Hate is a strong feeling. What is there to hate? My looks? My voice? My past?"

"You're a demon. You're... I hate you as much as I hate this place."

"Think again."

Sometimes it was truly infuriating how stubborn she would be.

"Um... I... I don't know. Everything."

"Everything?"

Despite himself, Alastor's tone had gotten slightly bitter.

"Well... this just ruins the mood now. Don't you think it's rather unreasonable to hate someone you've known only for three days? I can tell you're quite childish... but you're not that childish, right young one?"

She had placed a palm on his chest to push him away. She was practically glowing from purity while he was emitting pure darkness.

The radio demon had looked a little surprised when the girl had pushed him away without showing fear. Leaning in, he'd spoken in a whisper while his hot breath had hit her cheek.

"My dear, you shouldn't resist what's happening... Just allow yourself to stay with us at the hotel... As a sinner."

Alastor had decided to corrupt the new resident of the hotel. His taunting words and unsettling change of size hadn't fazed her... The girl had been scared, but still, she had managed to give him a few really sharp scratches. Yet, he hadn't responded to pain at all.

...he would always carry the little scars she left on him. A reminder that she had been there.

The real reason he had wanted her to stay was selfish. It would have done her more harm than good. He didn't like how he had acted like the bigger person.

But when it had happened -the ridiculous scratches- with a threatening voice he had told her...

"You think you're so strong Fox, huh? Because if I wanted to, I could crush you with just a single motion of one of my fingers."

"Then, you'd... you'd have Heaven against you!"

He had bursted into a laugh.

"Oh dear... I can't believe how naive you are! Heaven is not going to do anything to defend an insignificant person such as yourself. They're more worried about themselves and their perfect little world. The ones you look up to are always the first to disappoint you mon petit renard."

He never understood why he had said that to her. He had practically tried to save her from a heartbreaking realization. A realization that had always pained Alastor in his childhood. To know you have to fend for yourself. While he had perfected the art, he wished she didn't have to.

He had forgotten they were fighting.

She was dreaming of him, again. Red hair. Razor blades for teeth. The sound of static filling the air and making her hair frizz.

The girl liked that memory, it was one of her favourites to relive in her sleep.

The fox's memory...

"No, my dear fox, you're not a good soul. In reality you're really just a little hypocrite and have a high opinion of yourself- haha!"

She had been curled up in a ball in her bed. Luscious hair flowing and a light dress covering her small body.

Alastor had walked into the room she was occupying and had sat down next to her. He had spoken in a soft and caring voice.

"You don't have to try and stay holy while you're here in hell... This is a safe place where you can act out your hedonistic desires and not worry about being judged by anyone!"

"Jeez Alastor! I don't have such desires... My only desire right now is a fluffy blanket and some hot chocolate."

Alastor had snapped his fingers... He then had turned into a shadow, slipping away like sand and returning like a chilly breeze... With hot chocolate and a very fluffy blanket he had most definitely stolen from Charlie's bedroom.

Her eyes had widened and she had smiled.

"Oh my gosh..."

He had grinned in response. It wasn't like him acting on impulse, without deeper motives.

"I told you mon renard! This is the best place you could possibly be to try and relax! Here we are free from all the restrictions set on us in Heaven!"

"Thank you Alastor!"

She had never bought a thing he had told her and he knew it. But this act had somehow been calming this... this weird apprehension. The demon had somehow known that his time with her would be limited. She hadn't belonged.

In comparison to him, she was a saint, an angel even.

While she had been drinking her hot chocolate, he had taken the opportunity to really look at her, imprinting her features in his memory, engraving the shine of her fangs and the blush on her cheeks in his brain.

"Now just look at that cute little face of yours!"

"Oh, look as much as you want. I'll be gone soon anyway."

She had said that with such a confidence. He wouldn't have shown her, but she could sense it. He was sad.

Alastor had simply chuckled and then sighed.

"Yes I guess so. But for now just rest... Maybe tomorrow will be your lucky day!"

He gently stroked her hair, until her eyes had closed.

"Sleep well darling~"

That night she had decided he was someone to her and not just anyone.

She never knew, but that same night he had noticed how small she actually was compared to him and had genuinely smiled.

She smiled in her sleep, mimicking the motion he had made... months ago.

...time flies.

The car accident is now years away.

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*Pop* just like a candy apple! {Platonic Radioapple!}

Introduction

|| Hello! I just wanted to say hello again as I've been gone for almost two years, I think. :3 I wanted to start writing again, for some reason, and it's 2:43am. I am not sure if I would post this or not, depends if I feel like it.||

|| Sorry for the absence, and if any characters are ooc (out of character) too! I have watched all of season 1 - but I can't capture the characters personalities that well. And sorry if my grammar or wording is bad, I don't know that much English as I thought. ||

|| This is a tickle drabble/short fan fiction post, and I don't expect any - but I will be taking requests for drabbles and headcannons! ||

>> || Summary for introduction: I do not know much English, I haven't captured the characters that well, this is a tickle-based, short fan fiction and I'm sorry for my (almost) two year absence. And, I am taking requests for drabbles and headcannons (no art or fics :<) || <<

|| Warnings (I guess!): Tickles, Swearing ||

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So, the Demon is back again! Back again with a new sense of humor and a new ruthless torturing method. The Radio Demon is back! He's returned, what does it mean for a certain rival? Or a few?~ The future will decide...~

It was a surprisingly quiet day in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone was either out celebrating or having a full day in bed after they defeated the Angels. People were bummed out, injured and flat-out exhausted.

Lucifer decided to stay at the Hotel for a while, or at least visit often, and he was watching TV in the common room as he held his most prized rubber duck. Charlie was out with Vaggie, Angel and Husk were out too and pretty much the only people in the hotel were Niffty, Alastor and Lucifer.

Alastor was nowhere to be found, I mean, where would you expect an unpredictable being like him to be?

Nifty was off cleaning.

You already heard about Lucifer.

That changed when Alastor's shadow crawled around the floors of the hotel, until he emerged from thin air. His grin was as sinister and menacing as always, although something was off. It looked slightly strained. He was preciously annoyed by another Overlord, but we won't get into that, but it could be why... He then went to go find Lucifer, for some reason.

Lucifer was throwing his rubber duck against the wall and catching it like a ball, abandoning the television so all it became was simple background noise. He continued to throw the rubber duck until it hit Alastor in the face.

“Oops....” Lucifer giggled mockingly, not in the slightest sorry, but decided to apologize anyway to make matters better for him, if they were becoming bad. Although, Alastor, in return, grabbed the rubber duck and crushed it in his bare hand, sensing Lucifer's infuriated pity, despite Lucifer showing no emotion whatsoever. “Was that necessary, Alastor?”

“No,” Alastor's grin grew as he threw the shriveled rubber duck aside, his radio filter still as strong as ever, “but I wanted to. Doesn't that seem fair?~”

Lucifer groaned, annoyed. “What kind of shitty question is that!?”

“A reasonable question that needs answering.”

“Well, I won't fuckin’ answer!”

“...”

“As you wish.” Alastor's grin grew, but still looked a little strained.

Lucifer, funny enough, saw his strained grin and smirked.

“Is the demon cracking at something?~ Are you pissy about your wound from Adam?~” Lucifer retorted, giggling, which absolutely broke Alastor's patience and before either of them knew it, Alastor had thrown himself at Lucifer and pinned him to the floor, scribbling his claws into Lucifer's sensitive, tender sides, earning a surprised squeal and a string of squeaky laughter. “EEK!!~ FUHUHUHUCK!!- ALAHAHASTOR!!??”

Alastor had just smirked, moving his hands to random spots to keep the short king occupied, sneakily slithering his tendrils to Lucifer and restraining him swiftly as the tips of the tendrils restraining him tickled into the crooks of his wings - the 'wings pits' if you will. No matter what they're called, they sent Lucifer into hysteria.

Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell from how loud it was. Alastor only had the slightest issues with that, so he closed some doors to prevent people from coming in, if they did try. “ALAHAHAHASTOR- WHEHEHEN IHI CAHAHATCH YOUHUHU ALAHAHASTOR!!- GAHAHAHA!!?”

That wasn't the worst of it, oh boy...

The main reason the phrase “Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell” was used because it was the truth. Not only was his laughter loud, but Alastor had been devilish enough to broadcast his laughter live! :)

“Go on, Lucifer,” *Alastor smiled menacingly, voice hushed, “Make the microphone pop like a candy apple...~” He teased, leaving him to face the torture and humiliation for a bit.

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hope this was good!! sorry if it was short, i was pondering over a draft from a year ago and I haven't written a fan fiction in a hot minute >.<

{This MIGHT have some more parts!!!}

[thecapricunt1616]

Whenever I see someone reading TB&HH from the beginning it has me like (landing page for the series 💞here💞) it has me like ->

Fr. Thank you all who read that story it’s my baby. Whenever I see someone like the landing page, then one..then two…then three?! I wanna cry with happiness. And over the next few days I’ll see the same user liking each chapter, it warms my MF HEARTTT!!!

If you’ve ever done this or do this in the future know I love you to the moon 🥹🥰

[ovwechoes]

A Night of Loss: Hanzo x GN Reader You had a disturbing dream, and you're trying to cope through it. As your mind wanders around their home, you're left craving some way to let out go out of your mind without waking your loving partner. Themes: miscarriage mention, disturbing dream, support, fluff, sfw, established relationship. Word count: 2467

Your eyes fluttered open, silently watching the cieling above you. Your face felt wet, as though you were crying in your sleep; you were familiar with this feeling, but today it felt tenfold. Your mind was foggy as you sat yourself up, the rain on the window to your right pattering across the glass. Your boyfriend was fast asleep still, undisturbed somehow in a way you envied. By the look on his face, you could tell his dream was peaceful and you envied that. You remained still, thinking through the dream you just had, considering the reasons why your mind had plagued you with something so disturbing. The rain helped you to focus, as you rubbed your temples in an attempt to quiet the lingering discomfort that wouldn't leave your body. You felt Hanzo stir in his sleep beside you, tossing every so often in-between your thoughts. He seemed content, though, and you wondered exactly what he was dreaming about. What his mind was fixated on. Surely, it couldn't be worse than the torment your mind had given you that night.

When trying to figure out what that dream was and what would've caused it wasn't working, you moved your energy to studying your partner's room. It was a feeble attempt at trying to distract yourself from the way your heart ached. You always admired his room, but never took genuine time to take in the beauty that was scattered around you.

Hanzo was a traditional man, and valued the traditional Japanese aesthetic. That much was obvious, but the more you look around this room, the more you realised how much it meant to him. He opted for a Kominkan house in Shirakawa. It was tranquil there, with a population of approx. 1,500. You valued the fact that it was so remote, away from the noise of the city. His house reflected the peacefulness of the area around it, with the structure being more traditional than modern. You looked at the wooden beams, the sliding door, the shoji screens scattered around the room, and eventually looked outside at his back garden through the picture window that let the rain dance on it. Hanzo took great care of his garden, and cared much more than the average man about maintaining it's beauty. You could see that when the grass was freshly cut, the small pond in the middle kept clean from mud or moss. The light that shone through the picture window always glowed on the two of you in the morning, as though it was kissing your skins, admiring the way you both woke up from it's peaceful alarm. You felt the warmth of the sun hold itself against your arm, as though it was attempting to comfort you throughout the war in your mind.

You carefully moved yourself to look at the wall Hanzo's bed was against, once you were satisfied with his garden. You didn't want to wake your partner, and potentially interrupt his own dream. You watched his breathing chest, studied the way his chest tattoos moved as his chest was filled and empties every other moment. You couldn't help but stopping in your tracks to admire his sculpted body. It's something you always admired, but rarely did you have the time to look at the intricate details up close. He was now laying on his back, his hair draped around him as though it was framing his face in a purposeful way. You placed a hand above his head, slowly touching his hair with the tips of your fingers - it was soft, like always, and you couldn't help but feel the desire to touch it more and more. You knew you couldn't, in fear of waking him up, and you were shortly brought out of your state of admiration. Your back turned, watching his responses to make sure you didn't wake him up, and you positioned yourself so that you were sitting cross legged on the bed, facing the wall against the bed. Your eyes drifted across the hand painted decoration that lingered above you. It was huge - it's size was corner to corner of the wall, and you couldn't help but feel as though you were being towered over by it. It wasn't anything fancy; it was a painting of a cherry blossom branch, with red flowers instead. You could outline every paint stroke from where you sat, and you were left thinking about how they brought a new level of elegance instead of tackiness to the painting. You studied the Kanji that was written along the left-hand side of the painting; you couldn't quite make out what it said, but you were left stunned at it's beautiful application. You always loved fine art, but it was starting to seem like Hanzo's taste was far superior. 

The state of admiration filled your mind, to the point where you didn't notice Hanzo waking up and sitting up to watch you carefully. You were both silent, taking in each individual view you were both transfixed on in this moment. He was waiting for you to notice him, and when you didn't, he moved more purposely in a way that stirred the blankets apart. You quickly looked at him, and studied his expression to see if you woke him up. Guilt set itself inside you, and your mind was suddenly filled with what started your morning off - that cursed dream you were inflicted with. Your heart sunk, as you watched him sit next to you, facing the painting, with his hand creeping itself around the back of your waist.

“I'm sorry, did I wake you up?” you spoke softly, trying not to be too loud in the morning. You watched his eyes move across the painting, with his head slowly shaking before he responded properly. You didn't turn to look at him, your eyes were busy soaking up the unappreciated beauty that faced you.

“No, don't worry. The rain's responsible this morning. What about you? You're not usually the first one awake." he spoke, in a sotto voce manner. He was still waking up, and couldn't spare the energy to speak louder than his chords could handle just yet, but you weren't concerned about that. You were left considering your options; do you lie to him, tell him you woke up because of the rain too, or do you open up about your dream? You didn't know, and with it plagued in your mind, your face started to twist itself into a display of discomfort and concern. Hanzo turned to face you, analysing the way your lips were contorting against one another. Your lips were pulled across, downturned, as though they were guarding the words that were formulating behind them. Your eyes were vacant, as though they weren't being used because your mind was elsewhere. Hanzo noticed these things quickly, and moved the hand that was on your lower back to the knee that was touching his, slowly rubbing it with his thumb to ground you back to reality.

“Do you wan't to talk about it? I won't pry, or attempt to guess, but just know I'm right here. Whatever you want to do, I'll be here to listen.” his voice reassured you, with his tone soft and unwavering. He knew exactly what to say, and you felt silly for feeling this way over a dream. Eventually the decision became clear, and you breathed in heavily to stop the tears from swelling as you let your mouth formulate it's words. “I had a disturbing dream, is all. I was pregnant, and ended up having a miscarriage. It's silly to get upset about, I know, but it felt so real. I don't know why this' happening, and I don't know what to do. I didn't want to wake you up over something small like this, so I just distracted myself for a while…” you spoke in a low tone, breathing every so often to keep yourself composed and focused. You didn't want to go into the same detail your dream did, and you didn't know how he would respond if you did. You turned slightly to see your partner better, and watched as his expression didn't shift, his hand didn't move or stop, and his mind was running like clockwork at a way to comfort you.

Eventually, after some careful consideration on his part, he stood using his bare feet to slowly move across to your side of the bed. Hanzo carefully sat himself down on the floor next to the low bed frame. His hands moved in a gentle nature to your own, and his hands wrapped in-between yours. It felt intimate, and helped you to focus on what he was preparing to say. You couldn't help but look at him properly now, and move your attention away from the painting. His gaze remained at your hands, with his eyelashes framing his eyes in a beautiful way that you couldn't help but notice. He breathed slightly, as though there was going to be weight behind his words that needed to be padded. “Y/N, I can't imagine how hard that must've been for you. I don't know how to properly respond, but just know that if that did happen with us, I would always support you. I'm sorry you had to go through that; if it happens again, wake me up, okay?” His gaze moved towards your own, with him connecting and making eye contact to add emphasis on his words. Hanzo melted your heart, and you felt silly for even feeling so torn about it in isolation. He knows what it's like to bottle things up, and you could see the pain in his eyes as he realised you had to try and figure it out on your own for a while.

Your eyes swelled, and all you could think about is how supportive your partner was. He could see the way your lips began to quiver, your eyes glazing over from tears, and he brought his hand to the back of yours, moving your head to meet with his. You both held this pose for some time, resting your foreheads against one another. A smile crept across your face, as you soaked up every moment. You could feel your heart race, as you both closed your eyes and made the most of the intimacy. Your mind was clear of the dream, and even if his words were simple and small, you felt yourself feel relieved to have it off your chest. Both of your breathings were in sync, and you felt connected as one.

“Thank you, Hanzo. You don't know how much this means to me. I'm sorry for making a big deal out of nothing.” your voice was quivering, your words stuttering slightly every so often. You were overwhelmed with emotion, and Hanzo could tell even without opening his eyes. He quietly shushed you as he heard that last sentence fall into his ears, in an attempt to reassure you even more. “If it hurt you, then it's not nothing so don't say that. You're always welcome, and you deserve it more than anyone else.” he whispered in a soothing way, removing any pain that could've been left in your heart. His eyes opened, with his head moving away from yours now. He brought his hands back down, and placed each on a side of your hips. This prompted you to open your own, and watch as he rests his head in your lap, slithering his arms around your back to hold you close to him. Rarely, did he show this side of him, but when he did you ate it up as much as you could. Hanzo's head was tilted to the side, watching the painting again as you did before. You placed a hand on his head, returning to his hair and softly rubbing it with more purpose and intention than before. He hummed in satisfaction, as you turned to join him in watching the decor infront of you both.

“Do you like it?” he lulled into your lap slightly, waiting for a response. There was hesitance in his voice. You let out a slight murmur of agreement in response, continuing to play with his hair in-between your fingertips.

“Thank you, I made it myself…” Embarrassment littered his words, and his face warmed up against your legs. It made you smile more, and you could tell this was something he rarely admitted to. Your admiration for him was doubled, and you couldn't help but finding the painting more beautiful after finding this out. Your mind was overwhelmed with love, and you could feel yourself falling harder for the archer that was resting himself against you.

“I really love it, I'm just struggling with reading the Kanji. What does it say?” You asked, in a subtle way of teasing his embarrassment more. He was silent for some time, trying to formulate how to respond without stuttering or pausing on his words. He was left speechless, knowing you enjoyed it more than he expected someone to.

“It's 再生 (Saisei)”, he uttered softly, before continuing after you left him the space to explain. “It means rebirth or renewal… I wanted to make something to remind myself of this, when I'm alone and need it the most. It's nothing new or revolutionary, by any means, but it means something to me at least…” he spoke slowly, with hesitance and reluctance to leave himself so open and vulnerable. But with you, he felt more safe and secure to. You felt the warmth from his face grow stronger the more he spoke, and it left you feeling comforted. You couldn't imagine not having this moment with him, and it made you finally thank your brain for bringing you closer together with the dream that once infected you so deeply.

“I'm proud of you Hanzo, truly.” you said much louder, as though if you didn't he wouldn't process the words properly. It made his heart soar, and he buried his face in your lap away from the painting out of pure shyness. You loved the way your words made him melt into you, and it was something you revelled in each and every time. You both remained still, admiring one another in your own ways. What was once a horrible morning had been filled with love in a way you wouldn't have expected. You wouldn't give this moment up for anything or anyone in the world, and you hoped that Hanzo truly understood how meaningful this time with him was. The rain continued to dance across the glass of the picture window, with the sun continuing to embrace the figure you both left in it's warmth. You were peaceful, and nothing could ruin this for either of you.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Agere one-shot ໒ ˚⁎

hulloooo sorry i was the anon that asked about idv!!! would you mind doing little aesop and cg joseph (both idv) one-shot (if you can?) :DD

In the quiet sanctuary of the manor, Aesop found a rare moment of peace. His responsibilities as an embalmer had been exhausting, but today was different. Today, he allowed himself to slip into the comforting world of age regression. Nestled in a cozy corner of his room, surrounded by soft blankets and plush toys, Aesop felt the weight of his usual duties lift from his shoulders.

His small hands fiddled with a stuffed rabbit, its worn fur familiar and soothing. He hummed softly to himself, a simple tune that brought a sense of safety and warmth. The world outside could wait; for now, he was content in this innocent state, where worries were distant and everything felt simple.

The door creaked open, and Aesop looked up to see Joseph entering the room. The photographer’s usually stern expression softened at the sight of Aesop. He had come to understand this side of the embalmer, a fragile part that needed nurturing.

"Hello, little one," Joseph greeted, his voice gentle as he approached. He knelt down beside Aesop, his tall frame seeming less imposing when he spoke with such tenderness. "What are you up to today love ?"

Aesop’s eyes lit up as he showed Joseph the stuffed rabbit. "Playing," he replied in a small voice. "Bunny’s name is Mr. Flopsy."

Desaulniers smiled, reaching out to gently touch the rabbit’s ear. "Mr. Flopsy, huh? He seems like a very good friend."

Aesop nodded enthusiastically. "He is! He’s always here when I need him."

Joseph settled down beside Aesop, his presence a steady comfort. "Would you like me to read you a story, Aesop?" he asked, holding up a worn book he had brought with him.

Aesop’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes, please! I love stories"

Joseph opened the book, his voice melodic as he began to read. The words flowed smoothly, painting vivid pictures that danced in Aesop’s mind. As the story unfolded, Aesop leaned against Joseph, feeling safe and cherished.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment, the worries of the outside world fading into nothingness. Aesop let out a content sigh, snuggling closer to Joseph as the story continued. Here, in the gentle embrace of regression and Joseph’s caring presence, he felt truly at peace.

When the story ended, Joseph placed a gentle kiss on Aesop’s forehead. "You are safe, Aesop. Always."

Aesop smiled up at him, his eyelids growing heavy. "Thwank you, Joseph," he murmured in a sleepy tone, his voice barely above a whisper

Desaulniers hugged him close, feeling Aesop's breathing slow and deepen. "Sleep well, little one," he whispered, stroking Aesop's hair gently.

Aesop's eyes fluttered closed, and within moments, he was fast asleep, nestled in Joseph's arms. Joseph stayed there, holding him tenderly, watching over him as he drifted into peaceful slumber. The room was quiet, filled with a sense of calm and protection, knowing that in each other's company, they had found a place where they truly belonged.

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi for the Candy hearts I wanted to request ler!Drayton with Lee!Kieran from the Pokemon Scarlet and Violet DLC with the Miss you Sentence Starter. This pairing has been stuck in my head rent free since the indigo disc dropped.

AHH! I really like this pairing jiarjkekajrjkeaj Drayton's a whole mood! I've gotcha covered, friend!

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Hey….Ki!” Drayton ducked down to look at Kieran’s miserable expression. “What’s got you down? Matter of fact- when’s the last time you smiled? I don’t think I’ve seen it in a few days.”

Kieran didn’t respond, opting to sink further in his arms with a puff of air, sending his fringe floating. Drayton clicked his tongue, humming.

“So things look bad, and your back’s against the wall, your whole existence seems freaking hopeless~” Drayton couldn’t sing, his voice completely off key as he waltzed around Kieran’s seat, coming behind him. He hoped it would make the other boy laugh.

No dice.

“I don’t know the rest of the words~” Drayton filled in with a cheeky grin, fingers resting on the back of Kieran’s ribs. “But I do know that if I tickle you some more, you’ll be breathless~”

“Drayton, don’t-” Kieran tried to stop him but it was too late. Fingers danced along the back of his ribs, making the smaller trainer spasm with a giggle. “Drhahahahyton!”

“You lost your smile, you think you won’t get it back, and let me tell you…some words!” Drayton fumbled at the end, but it didn’t matter, Kieran was giggling now. “I don’t remember the rest of it- something about being a loser or whatever. Hey, it’s your song, ex-champion!”

“Shuuhuhuht yohohohour mohohohuth! AHehahaha- yohoohohu lost to mehehehehe!” Kieran pushed back in his chair in hopes he would headbutt Drayton’s gut. It only opened him up for more tickles. “Stahahhap, sthahahahhap!”

“Oh, now I remember! You’re a loser, just like me! And they did a little jazz number like-” Drayton hummed the song to the best of his memory, fingers flying over all of Kieran’s tickle spots to keep him laughing. “Your sister knows it- I’ll have to pick her brain later.”

“Whhahahhay nohohohot doohoho it noooohohow? Shehehe’s in hehehehr dooohohorm! Goohohoho tihihihickle hehehehher!”

“Hmm..tempting. Later though. Right now, I’m gonna tickle you!”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[spacenoodlez-doodlez]

-Cat instincts-

Decided to do a mini huskerdust comic! After discovering this behavior, Angel constantly teases Husk about it, but the cat can't do anything but grumble in shame

[jungwonderz]

stars will fall - hyunjin

⇀ 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ; in which y/n gets fired from her job and has to move into a small one bed room apartment in a crappy neighborhood while also trying to now find a new job. she thinks her world is ending until she meets hyunjin and yeji, the two children downstairs who live with their grandma. when a scouting offer comes in for him to join a idol survival program y/n tells them to go for their dreams — unaware how itll change the trajectory of her and their lives forever.

⇀ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ; hyunjin x fem!reader

⇀ 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈 ; stars will fall by duster, some silly little comic i read a while ago kind of

⇀ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ; unrequited love/ one sided love (for a while), idol!au, fluff, angst, slowest burn to ever exist

⇀ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ; toxic relationships, profanity, some angst, spelling mistakes, incorrect timestamps, mostly gonna be word fic i think but with some texts and socm posts.

⇀ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌; not started

⇀ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍; open @trsrina @redm4ri @blossomnct @hanjistarss

⇀ schedule; once a week

⇀ authors note ; I might end up not even starting this / discontinuing or maybe putting it off for later but I rlly wanted to get this idea out😭 but I rlly like this idea so I might just work on it while doing btr; p.sh!! this might be kind of confusing because some chapters will be flashbacks!! also btw the flashbacks will be in italics but i’ll say when it’s a flashback or time skip <3

@redm4ri as mari, @blossomnct as meg

MASTERLIST

1.) …

[hauntedhokage]

Patching Up

Itachi Uchiha/F!Reader

You were just a girl working in a tea house until Itachi and Kisame show up. Then you become an impromptu doctor for the band of criminals he belonged to, while also dealing with the growing feelings for the man. [ao3] [spotify playlist]

warnings: smut in part six. canon complicit (so itachi dies), heavy angst in parts seven, eight and nine.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Optional Extended Ending

[miyakuli]

thank you for translating huskerdust comic for the fandom :3

aww you're welcome anon, I'm glad you could enjoy those <333 and thank you to the artists for allowing me to do it :)) there'll be more hehe

[lazarizz]

muscle memory: sam x farmer

had the urge to write smth for my sdv farmer and Sam bc who else is gonna make content for them😭

anyways this is just some self-indulgent fluff and I just. love the idea of the farmer being both soft and gentle while being a huge hunk from carrying the town on their back.

♡ ♡ ♡

When Sam first met the new farmer, he didn't think there'd be anything spectacular about him. Sure, he seemed chill - there was definitely this softness about him from his pretty face and green fingers, he was clearly nothing more than just a gentle giant with a thing for crops - but that was all there was to him, right?

Boy, was he wrong. Abigail busted into band practice one day swinging a fucking sword, jabbering on about how Hansel the shy-wouldn't-hurt-a-fly farmer taught her a few moves for fighting off the monsters that lurk in the mines nearby. Sam couldn't believe it. This was the same guy that hangs out with him and Vincent sharing a pizza that he picked up from Gus on the way. This was Hansel, who wears the little daisy that he randomly plucked and placed in his hair because the shade reminded him of the grass; and he looked fucking adorable with it, like a gorgeous fairy prince.

It wasn't until Sam watched him from the porch, running around his farm in the scorching heat of summer with nothing but an old pair of jeans and boots, back muscles flexing with each plough of the dry soil that he finally believed it. He definitely wasn't tall and towering for nothing. And not only that, Sam got to feel the brick-like texture of his abs, fingers tracing over fresh scars earned from the mines he had ventured hours before their rendezvous. The warmth of his strong arms around him, as they lay in his bed, whispering sweet nothings in hopes his mother wouldn't hear was a broken record that still played in his mind to this day.

He flushes cranberry red as he lazily plucks his guitar, eyes dazed and glued to the extra sword Hansel had forgot to put away, as he was in a rush to catch a bus to Calico desert. Sam is quickly snapped out of his trance as the door creaks open to reveal his beloved husband with dishelved green locks and dusty clothes. Seems like he's gone deeper than last time.

“Baby! Welcome home.” Sam walks over with his signature lopsided grin and reaches up to sling his arms around Hansel's shoulders.

“Hey, love. Got something for you.” He hums against Sam's lips, trying to pull away so he doesn't get his clothes dirty. Each time Hansel arrives home from the desert, he brings a few cactus fruit for his sweetheart without fail - his favourite. Sam gleams an adoring smile as he pulls Hansel in for another kiss despite his whines; his form of showing affection in response to his thoughtful gifts.

“You look tired. Let me help you relax tonight, okay? Maybe I’ll give a massage later.” Sam murmurs and runs his hands along his tense shoulders and back, earning a content sigh from the farmer. He slides a hand down to lace their fingers together, warm calloused palms swinging gently as Sam guides him to the fresh bath he’s prepared.

Hansel is putty under the blonde’s gentle touch - he’s always been good with his hands. They exchange soft kisses between each tender touch that loosens the tension of the day. Sam’s fingertips brush over each memorised scar like a song he plays by heart, gaze soft and concerned causing Hansel to tug him closer as reassurance. And it’s Sam's turn to melt in his arms as they cuddle in bed afterwards, where he feels the safest and most content.

[tiresomeimagination]

Since you and Saeyoung have seriously started your relationship, you've started looking for little ways to help him improve his self-care habits. A lot of his bad habits are pretty deeply ingrained from all his time working alone, so you have to try small things rather than expecting huge change right away. First order of business is his diet. Having you by his side does encourage him to take an interest in setting aside time to eat with you, so you don't have to twist his arm too much...unless he gets engrossed in his work. If left to his own devices, Saeyoung tends to get sucked into a project and you might not see him for hours on end. One thing you can do to make sure he gets at least one good meal in for the day is to pack him a lunch and leave it on his desk.

~~~~~

Saeyoung was headed back to his workstation, ready to get back to his coding. To his surprise, his workspace wasn't exactly how he left it. In front of his computer sat a bento box with a note attached. He curiously picked it up to read it.

"Good luck at work today, Saeyoung! ^3^ Don't forget to eat some lunch today. If this bento isn't emptied by dinnertime, I'll know ;P"

He couldn't help but smile, his heart warming at the sweet gesture. He was never going to get used to this...Having somebody care about him this much. It was still so surreal that he could hardly believe it.

"Uhh...Y/N?" He called out, poking his head out into the living area.

"Yeah?" You called back.

"You know you don't have to pack a lunch for me, cause I'm not actually leaving the house, right?" He asked, a mixture of confusion and amusement in his tone as he pondered your logic.

"If you don't have something ready and grabbable in your line of vision, you'll be working with nothing but chips and soda in your system. This way you can't forget!" You said with a laugh.

You were too busy focusing on the TV to notice Saeyoung come up behind you until he placed his hands gently on your shoulders and pressed a featherlight kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled and leaned back to look at him.

"How'd I get so lucky...?" He murmured under his breath, looking down at you with pure adoration.

You smiled up at him with an equal level of affection in your gaze. "I'm the lucky one, silly. You deserve to be spoiled a little...and I won't let you forget it!" You said firmly before stretching your neck up in an attempt to reach Saeyoung's face.

You missed his lips due to the awkward angle and kissed his chin instead.

You both giggled, wrapped up in your own little world together.

A small exasperated sigh came from across the room as Saeran averted his eyes from yet another display of affection and refocused his attention elsewhere. He vaguely wondered if you two ever got tired of doing that. Probably not. His brother was clearly nothing if not committed.