#woeful sigh 😔

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

BIG GULP …… sorry guys i fear another cult leader geto drabble is abt to be thrown into my drafts 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[zennybearr]

i need the cygnus and his sweet tea headcannon or the cygnus taking time off work to take care of druella when she was pregnant written or i’ll lose sleep chat😔🙏

every morning in the black household followed a very particular routine - one that cygnus had lovingly cultivated over the years. the soft clinking of teacups and the gentle hum of the kettle were the usual sounds as cygnus prepared his favourite morning tea, but the true magic of the ritual? the kiss he always had to get from druella.

today was no different. the kettle whistled gently, signalling it was ready. cygnus, still in his robe, expertly poured the hot water over the tea leaves, inhaling the familiar aroma with satisfaction. however, his favourite part of the ritual was still missing. he glanced over his shoulder at druella, who was sitting at the breakfast table, flipping through the newly delivered letters and packages.

without looking up, druella could already feel his eyes on her. she smirked slightly but didn’t say a word. cygnus, ever the dramatic, cleared his throat and carried his tea over to the table, setting the cup down with exaggerated flair.

“you know, love,” he began in a conspiratorial tone, “the tea’s just not tasting quite right today.”

druella didn’t respond immediately, merely turning a page in her witch weekly magazine, pretending not to hear him.

cygnus sighed dramatically and took a sip of his tea, his brow furrowing in mock disappointment. “it’s lacking something… something sweet. i wonder what it could be.”

druella finally glanced at him over the top of the magazine, raising an eyebrow. “perhaps you need more sugar.”

cygnus gave her an exaggeratedly woeful look, but she wasn’t biting this time. “ah, yes, perhaps… but i was thinking it might be lacking the usual kiss that always makes it sweeter.”

druella smirked but turned her attention back to the magazine. “maybe you’ll have to do without today.”

he gasped playfully, clutching his chest. “without? me? druella, my heart! my tea will be ruined!”

before he could continue his faux complaint, their daughter bellatrix wandered into the kitchen, looking far too tired for the early hour. she slumped into her chair, barely registering the theatrics going on.

bellatrix, already used to her father’s antics, reached over to the sugar bowl and, without even looking, slid it across the table towards cygnus. “here, father,” she mumbled. “sugar. problem solved.”

cygnus gave his daughter a mock-hurt look but dutifully spooned some sugar into his tea. he stirred it dramatically, sighing again. “i suppose i’ll have to make do with this… but it’s simply not the same. not as sweet as it could be…”

druella, by now, had set her paper down and was watching him with amusement, her lips quirking up into a small smile. “you’re insufferable, you know that?”

“oh, i know,” cygnus said with a grin, “but you love me for it.”

with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, druella leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. cygnus, ever the opportunist, immediately turned his face to the side, aiming for a proper kiss on the lips, but druella was already pulling away, smirking knowingly at his efforts.

“settle for that,” she said, amusement evident in her voice.

cygnus sighed in mock defeat but couldn’t hide the satisfied grin that spread across his face. he took another sip of his tea and nodded approvingly. “ah, there it is. perfect. just what i needed.”

bellatrix groaned softly, “you two are impossible.”

“just wait until you find yourself someone who makes your tea taste sweeter with just a kiss,” cygnus quipped, winking at his daughter.

druella gave him a playful swat on the arm. “don’t give her ideas.”

they all shared a small chuckle, and though druella pretended to be annoyed, there was no hiding the fondness in her eyes. cygnus, satisfied with both his tea and his kiss, leaned back in his chair, content with how his morning ritual always managed to brighten the day - no matter how many sugar cubes it might require.