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anamelessfool · 4 months

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link)

GEN, M/M

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 1 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

2006

I was an impossible case. No-one ever could reach me... But I think I can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me...So I wanna know what's the name of the game?

Papa Elect Terzo tried to look busy. He attempted a regal sigh, a pace. Killed time with what he hoped was a thoughtful, intelligent stare out his office window. He did everything possible to bide time while he collected his thoughts in a way that would hide his true intentions.

This was all about Omega.

He had called Cardinal Marian, Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant not due to any sort of friendship or confidence. His brother Papa Emeritus Secondo barely considered him as human these days and with his wedding a week away he had bigger things to fuss about.

Terzo’s other two ghouls Earth and Alpha could not be trusted to answer honestly. And Brother Copia was, well…Copia.

So then that left Marian.

She was obligated by her job description to interact with him as he needed. For business purposes, of course.

And buying the right birthday present for Omega Ghoul was definitely a high stakes business venture as far as Papa Elect Terzo was concerned.

“Thank you for your time,” Terzo said, pressing his hands together and slightly bowing.

“Hey, anything to give me a break from planning my ex-partners’ wedding,” she replied with an indifferent shrug, although her eyes looked bleary. “How yinz doing on musical entertainment for that, by the way?”

“I have a few choir selections, and I have been working with Papa’s ghouls and my own on some light entertainment during the dinner. Copia has been fussing with finding the right wedding march on the organ for about six weeks now.” And Terzo had been locking his office doors to keep Copia from talking his ear off about it for about six weeks as well. “So…all coming together.”

“Great. Want to be perfect. For them.” She didn't sound too enthused. "But don't worry, I'm completely fine about it." Marian froze, then patted her sides. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Please don't, it gets into the curtains,” said Terzo.

Marian slumped in her chair slightly. “Ok, now you have to tell me the real reason I’m here.”

Terzo closed his eyes and collected himself. “I need some help picking out a gift. For a friend. I'm having trouble,” he said.

“Don’t you give people shit all the time? Flowers, erotic notes, pornographic photography, whatever…” Marian raised an eyebrow. “People talk. In the Dining Hall. A lot.”

Terzo winced and then gave her a defeated shrug. “This is em…different.”

At that Marian’s face immediately switched into a wicked grin. She leaned forward on his desk, hand on her chin with such force her biretta hat went crooked. “Why? Why is it different, huh?”

“Because…” And then Terzo threw her a haughty scowl. “I don’t need to tell you. You work for me, sorella. This is a business meeting. A consulation.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She glanced at the clock. “But If I’m your employee you’ve got like ten minutes to spit it out before I leave for the day. So…what is it?”

“Omega…is an important friend to me. I want a gift that is…worthy of him.” Terzo started to pace again. “Something that is special, but ghouls are difficult to shop for! They don’t need to eat, or drink. Omega doesn’t seem to want to visit anywhere or do anything beyond whatever I want to do…”

“Well, isn’t he…basically you?”

“Yes but also, no.”

“And you’re psychically linked, right?” Marian thoughtlessly played with her pen, clicking it idly. “So, even if you wanted it to be a surprise, he’d already sort of know about it.”

“Cazzo, you see now why this would be so difficult?!”

Marian shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts, at the end of the day.”

“I know that,” Terzo snapped. It was definitely the thought that counted.

Except, he had never truly sincerely thought about someone else when giving a gift before. And that is what made his hands clammy and his mind race.

Terzo decided he needed to gift something really important. Something that reflected how much his heart pounded when Omega held him. Something that was big, essential, eternal. Just like his ghoul.

“A…a diamond! Yes.”

Marian smirked. “A diamond? For your very best friend?”

“Yes…” Terzo began weakly, but then remembered Marian's status as his minion. He frowned into her. “Yes, a diamond.”

“Whatever,” she replied, then opened her steno pad. “Although you know purchases over a certain amount I got to run through Treasury Director Brother Copia.”

“Then forget the diamond,” Terzo backpedaled.

Marian checked the clock on the wall again and snapped her notepad shut. “Ok, fine I've dated quite a few guitarists over the years and they like practical stuff. Like, for their instrument. How about um…a guitar strap, huh?”

“How about a guitar strap?” suggested Terzo.

Marian frowned. “What's his favorite color?”

“Erm—black.”

“Second favorite color?” Marian sighed.

“Violet, he likes violet!”

“Violet and black guitar strap, coming right up,” Marian intoned. “And look, you got ninety more seconds until I go home, is there anything else you need, your Eminence?”

“No, that would be all.” Terzo returned to staring out the window with an extra dramatic flourish of his black cardinal cassock. He took a breath, feeling his nerves start to settle as he heard the squeak of Cardinal Marian's chair as she exited. All of a sudden he had a thought. "Oh, and Marian?"

"Twenty seconds left, your Eminence." Marian's hand was already on the doorknob.

"You're certain he'll like that?"

Marian's brow furrowed, but then it seemed like a thought passed through her, and her expression softened. "Of course," she said, "Who wouldn't like a gift?"

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Chapter 2 here

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fckinwild-kiwi · 5 months

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Dec. 11th: You're Not My Girlfriend

Day 11: Playing with their hair/Cute habits

We’ve made it to day eleven of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni) Word Counts: 1.1k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie was very protective of his hair. It was one of the first things you noticed when you became friends. While Steve spent time styling his luscious locks, Eddie spent his time finding ways to keep his hair naturally healthy and that meant that nobody was allowed to put their oily fingers in his hair. “It will fuck with my natural pH,” He once said after smacking Gareth, who tried to give him noogie. Ever since then, everyone stayed away from the hair, fearing Eddie’s wrath.

During movie nights with the group, even before you two started dating, Eddie would run his fingers through your hair, slightly massaging your scalp as he did so. It was comforting and made your heart just sizzle and burn with affection. You quickly noticed that Eddie would do this whenever he wanted to express affection and be close when actual closeness was inappropriate. For instance, during a group dinner with Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve. Eddie, with his arm around your chair, would bring his hand up to run his fingers through your hair, running his fingers through the strands before dragging his fingertips across your scalp. You leaned in to this behavior. Eddie’s love language was physical touch and it was his way of reminding you, ‘Hey, I’m here and I love you.’

The fact that your love language was words of affirmation sometimes threw him off and the conversation about it was frequent. “Do you still love me?” He randomly questioned as you both played on your parents couch, Macy asleep on the floor. You were so confused, how could this boy possibly think your feelings for him have dwindled even slightly?

“Of course I still love you, probably more today than I did yesterday,” You said, reassuring the poor boy as you grabbed his hand. From that moment on, you made it your mission to express your love with physical affection so he would never question the love you had for him.

The first time you purposefully used affection to reassure your boyfriend, you were eating dinner with your Mom, Macy, and your grandparents. Though they knew who Eddie was, they weren’t the most thrilled by your relationship upgrade. “What do you plan to do after you graduate this year then, Eddie?” Your grandpa probed.

Eddie tensed up beside you but before he could respond, Macy interrupted. “Eddie is a rockstar, Papa!”

“How do you expected to do anything with that kind of career, will you be able to financially support a family?” Your grandpa continued asking.

“Grandpa!” You scolded, shooting glares across the table.

“No, it’s okay, babe,” Eddie reassured you before continuing. “I love to think I’m the rockstar that Macy thinks I am but while I wait for those dreams to take off, I got a job working at the record store on Main Street.”

“And we are so proud of you,” Your mom said, smiling at Eddie from across the table. Noticing Eddie’s tight smile, you reached up, placing your hand on the back of his neck before giving him a slight squeeze. Keeping your hand there, you began lightly running your fingers along his nape. Eddie quickly relaxed, looking at you with a soft expression.

“The crazy thing, Grandpa,” You started, continuing the soft touch to Eddie’s neck. “Is that I will support Eddie in any endeavor he wants to do as long as he’s happy and passionate about it. If he becomes the next Ozzy, I’ll be at his show, side-stage, cheering him on. If he decides that he doesn’t want to be a rocker and instead he wants teach music, I’ll be at every recital or performance cheering on the best teacher there is. That’s what it means to support your partner.” You sighed, before looking at Eddie who, in returning his love language with yours, mumbled out a soft, “I love you.”

The next time, Eddie noticed your increased physical touch was during his graduation ceremony. Though it was Eddie’s third time as a senior, it was perfect as you two graduated together. As you sat next to each other on the chairs in the stuffy gymnasium, Jason approached the two of you. “Third time really is a charm, huh, Munson.”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Jason,” Eddie grumbled out. Noticing his normally bubbly personality begin to shrivel into the person that only Jason seemed to change him into, you grabbed his hand before wrapping your other hand around his arm. Finding comfort in your touch, Eddie took a deep breath before responding again, “Enjoy your day, Jason.”

“That was impressive,” You mumbled out, pressing a quick kiss to Eddie’s neck.

With a shudder, his hand found yours on his arm before he squeezed it. Eddie said, ”You made me feel stronger.”

“I’m always here to help you when you need it, Eds,” You whispered. “Let’s go find our families.”

And today, the rest of the party noticed too. Everyone was hanging out at Steve’s house for their weekly movie night. The couches and recliner full of bodies, you and Eddie opted to lay on the floor with you sitting up right, leaning against the side of couch, and Eddie with his head in your lap.

“I’m just saying that I think ‘Halloween’ is probably the best slasher movie ever,” Dustin said, shrugging.

“No way, ‘The Hills Have Eyes’ scared me for months,” Lucas argued. “It’s definitely better.”

“You’re missing Dustin’s point, Sinclair,” Eddie laughed out. “‘The Hills Have Eyes’ is scary but what makes ‘Halloween’ better is how diabolical Michael Myers is with his slow speed.”

“Exactly!” Dustin shouted. You laughed at their childish argument before running your fingers through Eddie’s hair, your fingers massaging his scalp with a practiced touch.

“What are you doing,” Gareth gaped.

“Hm?” You questioned, your fingers continuing their movements. “What do you mean?”

“You’re touching Eddie’s hair,” Gareth said, loudly with fear in his eyes. Eddie, who had fallen under the trance of your fingers popped up at the mention of his name.

“I did not know that was against the rules,” I said, glancing down at Eddie before looking at the rest of the group, who all decided to stop their discussion and look at you two.

“It’s not against the rules for you, baby,” Eddie said, grabbing your hand and putting it back into his hair. “It’s against the rules for those assholes who liked to fuck with me.”

“Hey!” Gareth argued. “You quite literally punched me in the shoulder last time I even came new your hair.”

“Yeah, and you’re not my girlfriend,” Eddie retorted. “Besides, when she does it, it feels like love and comfort. I’m not worried about what she might be doing or a punchline she might be making.”

Eddie loved physical touch and the innocent touches that you could provide, whether that was rubbing his back or massaging his scalp, provided him with the sense of safety and comfort. And you were more than willing and happy to provide that.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson x Reader fluff #Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU #Stranger Things FLuff #fckinwild kiwi #fckinwild kiwi writing #comp lady domestic december #domestic december

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duskspring · 5 months

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Sharing and Staring - Ifrit/ Zephyr

Domestic December - Day 6

Summary: Laying in bed, Ifrit and Zephyr can’t get enough of each other

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): They/them Zephyr, chronically ill Zephyr (implied), mutual simping

Word count: ~1.1k

A/N: There’s a reference to this post by @wrathofrats in here

The night was calm. Apart from the occasional, not unusual, rabid noise from Dewdrop’s room, the ghoul’s den was quiet. Ifrit spat out his toothpaste, rinsed the brush and put it back in the mirrored cabinet. He stared back at his reflection, quickly moving his black curls around with his hand. He wanted to look presentable for the air ghoul already resting in his bed.

He snaked out of the bathroom, leaning against the doorway for a moment to get a good look at Zephyr from the other side of the room. They were sitting up against the headboard, a book resting in their hands. They seemed really into it, their eyes skimming the pages at a speed Ifrit couldn’t believe anyone could read at.

A part of him hoped they would look up and see him standing there. Zephyr always had a way to make him feel like the most handsome person in the world. Ifrit could only hope he could return that sentiment.

Zephyr wasn’t small, but still little enough for Ifrit to wrap himself around. Their flowing white hair, braided more often than not, yet still always finding a way to fall in front of their eyes, gave them an adorably ethereal look. The most lovely sight, top- and bottom side. But it wasn’t just their looks that Ifrit admired. The air ghoul had such a way about carrying themselves. Always such a ray of sunshine, even in the face of adversity. He knew not a single individual, ghoul or otherwise, that was as determined and strong as Zephyr.

Sadly, they didn’t look up from their story. But Ifrit didn’t let it put him down. He instead enjoyed quietly getting to observe the other’s beauty.

Their eyes seemed to move even faster than before. They must have been getting to a good part in the story. They didn’t look up when he slowly stepped closer, not even when he sat down and moved to sit up under the blanket as well. They didn’t full on ignore him, however. They scooted a little closer, enjoying the fire ghoul’s warmth.

Ifrit’s eyes didn’t leave Zephyr’s form for even a moment. It was like he was studying for an exam, trying to remember even the slightest of details about his partner.

Their toned arms, nice hands and the slight smile on their face at whatever was happening in their book. It was the cliche of falling in love all over again every time he saw them brought to reality.

At last, Zephyr reached over to the nightstand to grab a bookmark and put their book to the side. They turned to Ifrit, their smile only getting wider when they realized he’d already been looking their way.

“What are you looking at?” They asked, moving to lay down a bit more.

“A very, very good-looking ghoul. I’d go as far as to say the best-looking.” He replied with full conviction.

Zephyr was touched, truly, but could never simply accept a compliment. Especially one like that, “Look who’s talking.” They countered.

“I could never stack up to you.” Ifrit insisted, his tone almost offended.

They playfully scoffed, “Alright, mister handsome. If you wanted me to compliment you, you could’ve just asked.”

“I’m serious though,” The words were hard to believe, but he meant every word. He wasn’t insecure about himself, not at all, but he was so truly enraptured by Zephyr’s beauty that he would never dare even attempt to compare himself.

The air ghoul’s smile softened. They pressed their body up with their arms. After pushing the blanket off of themselves, they forced their nearly unmoving legs up and around to straddle Ifrit’s lap.

His eyes widened in surprise, internally hoping Zephyr wasn’t too uncomfortable in this position, but knowing they’d speak up themselves if it was needed.

Their hands landed on his cheeks, taking their own turn in examining the other’s features. They caressed along the edges with their thumbs.

Ifrit had a gorgeously sculpted jaw framing his strong nose. He looked like Lucifer himself put him together to be a poster child of seduction, of temptation. At least Zephyr thought so. Few things felt as safe as looking into his eyes. Those which were so nicely complimented by his black curls. And they’d be remiss not to mention the rest of him. Those big arms they loved getting picked up by, the broad shoulders they loved holding onto, his tits-

Ifrit didn’t get flustered easily, always the cool, suave guy. Except when it came to Zephyr. Feeling, seeing, their eyes on him made him feel warm, a heat spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. He finally understood what it meant to feel butterflies in your stomach.

“I think…” Zephyr said, mostly to themselves, “you may be the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever seen.”

Ifrit’s usually high body temperature only got hotter. His face quickly turned red, which he tried to hide by leaning his forehead to Zephyr’s shoulder. They responded by putting their hand on the back of his head, playing with the soft curls like they both so loved.

"There, there now." They jokingly consoled.

“It’s not fair.” Ifrit whined.

“What isn’t?” Zephyr chuckled.

“You’re beautiful and you’re nice.”

They full on laughed now, head thrown back and body bent slightly backwards. They tried pulling the fire ghoul closer to their chest, only to find their arms much weaker than they were earlier.

“I need to lay down again.” They announced.

Ifrit supported them in carefully climbing off his lap and laying back down next to him on the mattress.

“You’re so strong.” Zephyr flirted, as if they didn’t have pretty sizable arms themselves.

“I can be a lot more than that. You need a heated blanket? Here I am.” He said with a flirty lift of his eyebrows.

“I always want that. Mostly because it’s you,” Zephyr’s arms opened in invitation, “Please not your full weight for now, though.”

“Whatever my lambchop wants.” The fire ghoul immediately moved into their side, one leg put in between theirs, arms slung tightly around their waist. He purred happily as he buried his face in their shoulder and neck, about half of their chest covered with his.

“You’re more than just nice, by the way. You’re so caring and smart and fun to be with. And you smell like a spring breeze. I don’t even know what that means, you just do.” Ifrit was now in a sweet nothing rambling mood. It didn’t always happen, but it wasn’t uncommon either.

Zephyr’s hand came back to his head, be it with some difficulty, delicately scratching his scalp, “I love you.” He spoke down to him.

His face buried further into their neck, “I love you more.” He mewled, drawing out the last word. He pressed his plush lips against their cool skin repeatedly, trying to get even a fraction of their affection out, “My pretty, pretty deity.”

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#another pair that barely have pictures together :')#domestic december #the band ghost fanfiction #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul #the band ghost #headcanon #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic

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riptide-kid · 4 months

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Domestic December 2023 - Day 30 Sock skating on the floor

Pairing: Dew x Phantom

Summary: Phantom discovers that the floors of their quarters are perfect for sock skating. Of course he has to show Dew.

Warnings: -

Words: ~ 600

Notes: -

You can also read this on Ao3!

“Dew? DEW!!!” Phantom called from the hallway. It wasn’t the first time he was so excited about something, as he was still getting adjusted to living topside. Of course Dew loved him, but sometimes his easily excitable nature was a bit much, especially when he called for Dew about 47 times a day and the fire ghoul just wanted to have some time by himself.

“DEEEW!!!” Phantom shouted again, right as Dew opened his door.

“Whaaat???” he called back, on the verge of being annoyed, as Phantom slid across the smooth hallway floor in his socks, sliding right into Dew, almost making him topple over.

“Oh. Sorry!!” he grinned widely as they held onto each other tightly, Dew narrowing his eyes at him, but Phantom was just too excited to let this affect him. “Look!!!” he said, removing himself from Dew and putting up one foot, pointing at his socks. Cumulus had gifted each of them a pair of knitted socks for the holidays, and Phantom loved them so much, he hadn’t taken them off since.

“Look!!!” he repeated, taking a run-up and sliding across almost the entire length of the hallway, only wobbling a little and extending his arms to keep some sort of balance.

Dew had to admit, it was almost kind of impressive how far he got. He had almost made it the entire way to the kitchen, all the way down.

Phantom turned around and slid back towards Dew, still grinning. “You have to try it!!”

Dew smiled slightly at his excitement. “I don’t think so bug,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Come on!! It’s fun!” Phantom pleaded.

Dew sighed. “No, I-“

“Come oooon!” he insisted. “I bet you can’t even get as far as two doors down.”

That last statement made Dew’s ears twitch, and right then, Phantom knew he had him. Dew was nothing if not competitive, and Phantom had learned that he could push him even further to get what he wanted.

“I bet you can’t even get ONE door down!!!”

Dew was already stomping off into his room, getting the socks he had gotten from Cumulus as well, and put them on.

“I BET I can get all the way down to the end of the hallway, on my first try!” he boasted.

Phantom sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and grinning up at the other ghoul. “Then show me!”

Dew started running and slid all across the floor. This wasn’t as easy as he had anticipated, he struggled to keep his balance, and soon noticed that he had taken on way too much speed. He had totally miscalculated how slippery the floor was in these socks. He’d definitely crash into the wall when-

Rain had just made himself a cup of green tea, like every afternoon. Especially during the colder months, he basically lived off that stuff and he had finally got himself out of the warmth of his room to make one. He was just getting out of the kitchen, steaming mug in his hand.

In the last second, Dew managed to turn away, sliding right into the wall and falling flat down, all but hitting his head on the floor.

“What the hell, Dew?” Rain looked down at him, taking a sip of his tea. “I almost dropped my cup!”

They both looked back to the other side of the hallway, where Phantom was laughing hysterically.

Dew shouted back at him, “SHUT UP!!!”

#domestic december #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #ao3 writer #writing prompts #dew x phantom #phantom x dewdrop #dewdrop x phantom #phia writes

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discountdemonwarehouse · 4 months

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Domestic December Day 22

Prompt - Rainy Days

I'm a smidge late in my time zone, but after learning that there was mandatory military service in Italy, what I decided to write for this prompt changed, and it was worth it. Thanks to @foxybouquet for her post about Copia's service to inspire this blurb!

On a rainy day, Terzo returns from his mandatory service earlier than expected.

SFW except a minor use of swear words.

SFW except a minor use of swear words. AO3 Link

Ages → Quinn – 16/17, Terzo – 19/20

The kitchen was bustling as Quinn slipped inside, hoping to pilfer a couple of apples. Copia had wanted to show her his new pets, a pair of rats, before he had his dance lessons after lunch, and Quinn decided to grab something to take with her. A Sibling waved her towards a bowl of fruit when they spotted her standing out of the way taking in the scene. “Special guests tonight?” she asked quietly, trying to stay out of the way as she retrieved two apples. “Papa’s sons are coming home tonight. We were told to make a special dinner.” Quinn’s brow furrowed. “I thought that was next week?” “Apparently it got moved up.” Excitement built in her. That would explain why her parents had made a point of telling her they’d be eating in the dining hall that night. It’d been just over a year since Secondo and Terzo had left for their mandatory military service. Terzo had opted for the air force, while Secondo had gone into the army. “Do we know what time they’re supposed to be back?” “Supper is at the usual time, so likely this afternoon.” She nodded. “Thanks for the apples, I’ll get out of your way!” Quinn hurried out of the kitchens, sprinting down the halls to Copia’s room in the dorms. “You look like you’re going to explode,” he noted as he let her into his room. “They’re coming home today!” He gave her a puzzled look before he figured it out. “Oh, Secondo and Terzo, si.” “Did you know?!” “I may have overheard something the other day.” He grinned. “And you didn’t say anything?! Jerk.” She moved past him to the large cage in his room to greet the new rats.

She walked Copia to his dance lesson before she headed to the Ministry’s main entrance to sit in the reception area. After a time, the Sibling manning the reception desk took pity on her. “They’re not expected for another two hours, at least. But keep that to yourself, we’re trying to avoid a horde at the doors.” “I will, don’t worry. Thank you!” Two hours. She wandered back to her family’s apartment, finding it empty, and decided to take her guitar to find a spot to keep working on learning Total Eclipse of the Heart. It had been raining off and on all day, limiting her to inside, but that was fine. One of her favourite spots was a wide window ledge in one of the lesser used halls that led to the crypts and potentially the ghoul dens. Raindrops decorated the outside of the thick, distorted panes, but the break in rain left sunlight streaming through the window and gave the area a feeling of warmth despite the emptiness. Quinn realized she had forgotten the music in the apartment, but shrugged it off as an excuse to get better at doing things by ear. And so she waited, soon losing track of time or how many attempts were made at Total Eclipse of the Heart as she sat in the window. The rain started again at some point, the clouds dimming some of the light but she didn’t notice as she focused on her playing, humming or singing along to help herself figure things out. “...Every now and then I fall apart…” she half sang, half muttered. “Turn around, bright eyes.”

Her head snapped around at the familiar voice, guitar falling to the wayside with a thunk. “Terzo!” Quinn launched herself at him, arms going around his neck, forcing him backwards. He caught her, letting the momentum carry him back a few steps. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to him tightly, face pressed into his neck. “I left behind a teenager, and come back to a koala?” he murmured to her with amusement. “Shut up,” she grumbled, not changing her hold on him at all. “You’re home.” Terzo adjusted his hold when she gave no indications of letting go. “You know I’m soaked, right?” “Don’t care.” “You’re going to leave dirty boot prints on my uniform.” “Don’t care.” He chuckled quietly, hugging his best friend. “I missed you too, Quinn.” “Ter– I see you found her,” Secondo’s voice came from down the hallway. “I found someone possessed by a koala demon,” he responded jovially. “Shut up, shitbag,” she mumbled, happy to have her best friend back. “Are you crying?” Terzo asked her. Quinn kicked him in the back with one foot, making Terzo grunt. “Still as bratty as ever, I see,” Secondo smirked. “Hello, slightly older shitbag,” she greeted Secondo, shifting her head to look at him. “I missed you too.” Secondo rolled his eyes, but was smiling a little. “Are you going to let go so I can go change?” Terzo asked her. “Nope.” She gripped his uniform jacket tighter with her fingers. “I warned you to change first,” Secondo called over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs.

#the band ghost #fanfic #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #ghost fanfiction #ghost terzo #terzo #terzo emeritus #female oc #ghost fic #female original character #young terzo #domestic december #domestic december 2023

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m0rbidmacabre · 5 months

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Domestic December - Day 1 - Blanket Forts

Summary:

We visit Copia and Celestina years later into their relationship. Copia takes some time away from the ministry to spend time with his amore, and does something extra special for them both.

Notes:

Copia X OC Celestina from The Cardinal & His Piccolo Amore (ongoing) - In this it is years later, and Copia is now Cardinal, and Celestina is at the ministry. This gives you a little hope for the future of that fic, huh.

Words: 1818 Read on AO3

The Cardinal & His Piccolo Amore (ongoing)

Day 1: Blanket Fort

Copia and his Celestina have been friends & lovers for many years. Since they met at the orphanage as kids. When they were children, they would always sneak away together into the attic of the orphanage and sat in a blanket fort that Copia had made to give himself comfort, a place to hide away from the world. It was his safe space. The last few weeks had been hard for Copia, Sister Imperator was making it hard for him. He was working hard to keep his station as Cardinal, and to be the best he could possibly be, but his best was never good enough.

Today he has decided to take a day for himself & his love. He needed it desperately. He knew she would be off today, and he knew that they could spend all day together, uninterrupted if he planned it correctly. He had an idea that they both would love, and hopefully it would bring them peace.

He woke up early, checking she was still sleeping before sneaking out of her tangled arms and legs and getting himself dressed peacefully. He didn’t want to wake her; he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The sun had only just begun to rise the orange glow of dawn spilling in through a small crack in the curtains, he had plenty of time.

He closed the door of their dorm silently and walked quietly down the halls to the laundry room. Finding a single sister sat behind the desk, prepping herself for the day.

“ Mi scusi, sister…” he said to the sister as she was sat looking over her list of what needed to be accomplished for that day.

“ Morning Cardinal, how can I help you? ” she looked at him with surprise that someone else was around at this time of the morning.

“You wouldn’t happen to have some spare blankets would you? I’m planning a surprise for my amore” he excitedly explained to her.

“ Oh... Of course Cardinal ” she headed to the back and returned with four large blankets.

“ Perfetto!! ” he beamed a warm smile to the sister, taking the blankets from her with a smile and a wave goodbye.

He carried on, a man on a mission of love and headed to the apothecary. Again a sister stood behind the counter. “Mi scusi, sister…” he sheepishly said to her. The sister looked over her glasses at him.

“Good Morning Cardinal, here for ritual supplies?”

“Si, erm… no… I need a few candles, well.. enough to light a small room?”

The sister looked at him with a confused look on her face. “Erm.. I’m planning a surprise for my amore” he said lifting the blankets under his arm to show her and giving her a small warm smile. The sisters face lit up with a big smile, she headed into the back and returned with a small box of candles.

“Have a good evening with your love, Cardinal…” she beamed at him. He smiled back and nodded to her as he left.

Now it was time to put his plan into action, carrying the box and blankets, he headed to find the small abandoned room he had found recently while exploring the ministry grounds. On finding it, he opened the door and looked around. It was a small room, mostly empty with no natural light, which was probably why it had been relinquished to the history books, but it was perfect for Copia’s plan. He swept the floor, and tidied away a few boxes and then stood back to admire his work. It was lovely, the perfect space for his blanket fort.

He began by stacking some chairs on top of eachother, enough to keep the blankets held high, then pulling the blanket out and holding it in place with heavy boxes on each corner. It made a perfect T shape. He dropped to his knees and went inside, spreading out a blanket on the floor and rolling another up to make a long sausage shape pillow. He sat and smiled at just how perfect this was, as he thought about the times they had spent together hiding in forts with his first rat; Ratto, and most importantly the first time that they had ever had any contact with each other.. the moment that Celestina cuddled upto him when they were children and Copia read aloud to her.. it was a moment he would never forget, and it was the first moment of his life that he knew he had someone in this world that cared for him. The years he spent without her after his move to the ministry as a teen broke his heart, but now they where back together. He loved her endlessly from that first moment and he would do anything to keep her now he had her back in his life.

“ Oh... shes going to love this ” He beamed to himself, trying to contain his own excitment.

He finished up in the room, adjusting the candles so the room had an orange glow, just enough light to lay and read together. “Just perfetto” he smiled. He closed the door to the room and headed back to their dorm room. It was going to be hard to get her to leave the dorms today.. she probably just wanted to sit and watch re-runs of old movies on her day off but he had a plan. He walked into the room to the sound of water trickling and the shower running.

He sat on the bed with a smile on his face and waited for her to return.

“Morning il mio amore” He smiled to Celestina as she walked into the room

“Good Morning Copia, where have you been?” She looked at him wondering why he had left for work so early and then aburptly returned as she was getting ready for her day.

“Oh... Erm... I know your off today, and i know we havent spent a lot of time together recently... So i’ve taken the day off. I thought we could do something together ” he said to her, shifting in his spot, trying so hard not to let his suprise slip. Problem was that he was awful at keeping anything from her. She could tell something was going on the moment she looked at him by just his shifty demeanor.

She raised her eyebrow at him “ What are you keeping from me Copia?”

“Nothing mi amore, nothing.. its nothing to worry about. I’ve just made plans for us thats all”

“Plans?”

“Si, I’ve found some forgotten art hidden away in the a part of the ministry nobody goes too and i thought we could take a look at it. Y’know with your interest in satanic artworks and all. I thought you might be interested in seeing it and possibly restoring it together...” He smiled at her.

He had throught this one through, and he was trying to stand his ground.

“Oh... that sounds fun, but i was going to sit and watch old movies all day. Why dont you join me?”

Copia chuckled. “Amore, We could do that later. Please just get dressed and we can be back before dinner and infront of the TV before you know it...” He smiled at her, sweetly. His eyes shining brightly at her. Trying to get her to agree. Celestina just looked at him and gave in, because she couldnt take that sweet look on his face. She was still suspious, but decided to play along.

“Okay, Okay, but its your turn to get popcorn tonight...” she smiled at him and turned to walk to the wardrobe to retrive an outfit for the day.

Copia beamed as she turned around, secretly feeling like he had won the lottery. Celestina was always very head strong, she had to be in the orphanage. There were times it had saved both of them from harm as children. So it wasn’t often he was able to suprise her without her finding out. He sat and waited for her to get ready, and picked up his small bag that he had prepped by the bed. She arrived back from the bathroom, dressed and ready to go.

“Are you ready?” She asked Copia

“Si... Lets go ” He replied as he picked up his bag.

Copia opened the dorm room door for Celestina and held it open as she left the room, closing it behind them and walked upto her as she waited for him, grabbing her arm and tucking it into his. They walked together, discussing what they were going to watch this evening and it wasnt long until Copia was being a goof and making Celestina laugh. Celestina was starting to think Copia was lost after they had been walking around the building for half an hour... but he was secretly just building up the courage to show her his suprise.

“Are we there yet? I swear we’ve walked past this painting about four times now...” Celestina chuckled to Copia.

“Ahh... Si Si, just around his corner” he smiled.

Copia walked upto the door and took a big deep breath. He felt as through he was about to hyperventilate. He opened the door, and he looked back at Celestina as he held the door open for her.

She walked into the room and took one look around and a huge smile appeared on her face, she was practilcally glowing.

“Whats all this??” She turned around and looked at Copia. He smiled and opened his bag. Pulling out a book and handing it to her. She looked down at the book, it was tatty, worn, its spine broken.. she scanned it her eyes instantly landing on the title.

“Dante’s Inferno? ... is this a joke?” she laughed, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Well, I thought today we could spend our day like we did as children. Hidden in our fort, reading together. So i built us a fort. Nobody will bother us here and Dantes Inferno, well.. you know why i picked this one” He laughed.

Celestina just looked at him and gave Copia a huge smile before she ran over to the blanket fort and disappeared inside. “Come on Copia...” she shouted back to him. He laughed and followed... pulling himself into the fort and relaxing next to to her.

“What do you think?” He asked her.

“Copia, its beautiful, you are beautiful. Thank you my love” she blinked back tears as she snuggled into him. Copia smiled and put his arms around her, holding her tightly. Making sure that she knew just how much he loved her. Endlessly.

#domestic december #the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia #papa copia #papa emeritus 4 #ghost copia #fanfic #copia my beloved #papa emeritus iv #copia x oc #domestic bliss #oof my heart #this is so sweet

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i-hold-horrors-hand · 5 months

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Domestic December: Cuddles Under a Blanket Fort

Copia gets some quality cuddle time with his wife in a pillow fort.

Written for Domestic December by @comp-lady. Combined a prompt from Day 1 (Blanket forts) with one from Day 3 (Cuddling). Very fluffy.

(Can also be read here.)

"Get back in here!"

"Okay, okay!"

Copia hastily exited the bathroom and scampered back into the living room, back to the blanket fort that he and his wife Larysa had constructed. Back to shared whimsy, and warmth, and comfort.

He carefully lifted the edge of one of the blankets, then crawled back inside, laying down next to Larysa, who was propped up on one elbow, eagerly waiting for him.

"Here I am!" He gave a little flourish with one arm, trying not to knock it into one of the large pillows holding up the haphazard structure.

"Finally." Larysa grinned and reached to pull Copia closer, wrapping her arms around around him. Holding him tight, the way she liked to. And the way he liked her to.

Copia tucked his head under her chin, returning her loving embrace. The red velvet of her tracksuit—that matched his own—was soft against his cheek.

They laid there for a bit, silently enjoying the coziness of the pillow fort and the warmth of each other, and the rare moment they actually had to just hang out and cuddle together. No responsibilities impatiently waiting for the two them, hastening their shared downtime. No one asking after Papa Emeritus the Fourth and Mother Prunikos, for this and that.

It was just the two of them. Just Copia and Larysa. Relaxing together.

It was nice.

"This is nice," he said.

"It is," she agreed.

Another stretch of silence followed as the two of them shifted around a bit, getting even more comfortable and close.

Larysa began to idly run her fingers through Copia's soft hair, and the gentle touch caused his eyelids to droop drowsily.

"I love you, baby," he murmured contentedly, eyes finally closing, feeling comfy and completely at ease in his wife's arms.

"I love you too, honey," she replied, her voice soft and soothing in Copia's ear.

Copia nuzzled his cheek against Larysa's chest, and let himself drift off to sleep, relaxed and secure with his wife.

#papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #prime mover larysa #copia x larysa #domestic december #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing #minors dni #blank blogs dni

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leathal-leach · 5 months

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Posting this slightly late but whatever, I wanted to make a prompt so I did!! Enjoy! (For any form of media you like)

#writing prompt #writing #holiday #december #domestic december

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helpinghanikan · 5 months

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Domestic December: COD

Day 11: Konig; You're injured

DD Masterlist

Lets say that you’ve had an accident. Nothing too serious, just a broken leg from taking an unexpected trip. That being said, you were still hospitalized for a hot minute. Long enough for a phone call to be made, and long enough for Konig to get a red eye back home.

“Not to worry, I’ve already made arrangements. Now, let me see that leg.” He promised before you could ask what he was doing back here so soon.

In theory Konig should be able to handle this situation better than most. He’s helped his men with injuries worse than anything you could have gotten in civilian life. The major difference was that those men weren’t you.

“No, no, don’t get up. I’ll get it, no problem.” He orders with a gentle voice.

It was really nice, in the beginning. Like royalty you didn’t need to lift a finger for anything: Warm meals were brought, gentle hands helped you dress, and those same hands massaged your shoulders in a bath that was just as warm and gentle. Overall, it was amazing.

Too quickly it became annoying. You weren’t a child, not made of porcelain, and yet Konig treated you as such. The dishes and pans were suddenly too heavy for you to hold. Laundry? Don’t be silly, the chemicals are bad for the injury. A literal tug of war took place over the trash can. Obviously, you could change the bag but here comes Konig, trying to take it from you with an “Please, let me.”

What really pushed you over the edge were the dogs. You had three of them between you, varying breeds made for a life running around the woods. This made them always almost desperate for your attention or a little playtime.

“Down, get down everyone,” Konig scolded from the kitchen doorway.

“It’s fine, don’t yell at them.” You said, glad to have the three dogs covering you on the couch.

“They’ll worsen the injury if you’re not careful,” He says, the final words that made you snap.

“I said it’s fine, Konig. Leave them be, leave me be. It’s fine. I don’t need you up my ass every five minutes.” You snapped, stopping him in his tracks towards you.

You had no reason to, but you felt bad immediately. Even the dogs lost their happy vibes when you snapped. The entire room was drowned in tense feelings that couldn’t be cure with mere words.

Konig did the only thing that he could; he left the room. The back door opening and closing, your own dogs betraying their master for the man promising a walk.

There’s a few minutes where you don’t know what exactly to do. Do you hobble yourself over and try to follow? Stay in place and let him come to you? Or do neither and just start shouting for him to come back? It’s up in the air what option would be the worse one to do.

Konig makes the decision for you within a few seconds. Coming back in, excited dogs in tow, and takes a seat on the couch next to you.

“I will calm down with all the helping. Though, I’m not going to apologize for trying to help.” He explains.

“I don’t expect you too, but I can make my own plate.” You say, “I would still like the baths though.” “You will be returning the favor later, yes?” He asks, although he already knew the answer.

#reader insert #domestic december #konig headcanons #konig fluff #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #Reader insert

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anamelessfool · 4 months

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The Mission

Gen: Secondo & Family (600-ish words)

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Holidays, Children are extremely serious especially Secondo's, Secondo retired and moved away from the Ministry a decade ago, Secondo is disabled in my AU, Dad Secondo

Secondo's children enact the most important ritual of their entire year.

Blaming and tagging @riptide-kid for this

Ficlet below the cut!

“We all have to get up.” Eden stood by her parent's bed. Her eyes were enormous, blazing with determined intensity. Her round, pale face and lank hair gave her the appearance of some ghostly entity standing in the dark of the room. The littlest brother Sam was behind her, kneading his hands.

Secondo and Sandra were no strangers to their daughter’s habit of standing by their bedside with something cryptic to say. Maybe it was Secondo’s bloodline, or maybe the eight-year-old was just extra theatrical, it was hard to tell. Secondo didn't mind it all that much. Sometimes her mysterious statements became accurate portents.

Not this morning, though. They expected her here. In fact they were surprised it was this late. She was a very punctual child, with a strong sense of what was necessary.

No surprises there.

“Mommy, it's time. Everybody has got to get up.”

“Nope, this is your father's job,” Sandra muttered. She sleepily tapped his back. “Magician and man of the house and all that. I've got fifteen minutes until I'm getting up.”

“We need to hurry then,” Eden said solemnly. Sam nodded, still frowning.

“I'm getting up at the pace I'm getting up,” Secondo announced, pulling himself upright. He reached for his forearm crutch.”Go get Paul if you want somebody fast.”

“Paul! We forgot Paul!” Sam hissed. “We left him alone!”

“Well, go get him!” Eden ordered back. Sam slipped out the door to wake their older brother. Eden paced on the carpet.

Secondo snorted, shaking his head. “Serious business.”

“They take after you, dear,” Sandra replied from under the quilt.

The door opened and Sam dragged Paul in by the wrist. The teenager blinked slowly in the soft darkness, his hair looking like it was caught in a windstorm. “Whuh—”

“You and Daddy have to go check!” Eden insisted.

Paul tossed his head and he locked eyes with his father, his face now full of determination. Secondo watched his son struggle not to break character. “You're right. We need to make sure,” Paul announced in a hushed tone. Eden and little Sam hugged each other excitedly.

Secondo finally got the momentum to pull himself upright and onto his crutch. “You're the fastest of all of us,” Secondo told his oldest son. “You have to lead the mission this year. Good luck.”

“You can't let him see you,” Eden reminded him while Sam bobbed his head vigorously in agreement. “Not for even one second.”

“Godspeed,” muttered Sandra.

The four adventurers organized themselves at the end of the hallway. Down the hall was the living room, now slowly becoming awash with reddish light from the large curtained windows. “Go on, Paul,” whispered Secondo.

Paul nodded and crept down the hallway, dramatically stopping every few feet to look back at his younger siblings. Eden, the mission commander, glared as she observed his task.

At a pace that seemed like forever to the children under eight years old, Paul finally reached the end of the hall, peeking around the corner. He turned and tossed his hand at Secondo. “Now you,” ordered Eden in a whisper.

The old magician nodded solemnly and walked with as much authority and dark majesty as he could in pajamas. He met up with Paul at the end of the hall, craning his neck to observe the living room as cautiously as he could. He gave the younger children a satisfied nod. His mouth was a thin, firm line, his whitened eye gleaming in the dim light.

“All clear. Santa’s gone. And he left presents for you.”

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Fun fact, my dad would do this to us every Christmas Morning. And when he moved out, as the oldest sibling it was up to me to check. I don't know if you know this but apparently if Santa is down there by your tree and sees you EVEN FOR ONE SECOND, he vanishes and takes all your presents. (This fact had no bearing whatsoever on me, obviously.)

#ghost fandom #the band ghost #ao3 author #ghost scenes from the void #domestic december #domestic fluff #dad secondo #papa emeritus ii #secondo & family #ghost band headcanons

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fckinwild-kiwi · 5 months

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Dec. 9th: Sitting on Santa's Lap

Day 9: Staycation/Day at the Fair

Day nine of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni) Word Counts: 1.4k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

“You’re joking,” You said, wide-eyed and shocked. “You have never sat on Santa’s lap, ever?”

“Why are you surprised, Y/n,” Dustin said, laughing at your surprise. “Can you really picture Eddie, the most metal person ever, sitting on Santa’s lap?”

“I’d pay to see it happen,” Steve snorted, nudging Robin.

“You can pay me, Stevie,” Macy, your younger sister said, jumping from Eddie’s lap. “Eddie, I can go with you to see Santa if you’re scared. He’s a really nice guy, he smells like gingerbread!”

“You should make Steve pay all the time, love bug. Especially when he’s being mean,” Eddie mumbled, glaring at Steve before sticking his tongue out at him. “I’ll go with you to see Santa, though.”

“You’re too sweet to her,” You whispered, watching your sister’s face light up before she turned to run from Dustin as he tried to tickle her.

“Nah, it’s just how she should be treated,” Eddie responded before putting a kiss on your head. “We better get dressed to go to the Christmas fair, guys!”

“Yay!” Macy shouted, running around the room to find her shoes and coat. “I wanna sit in the car with Dusty and Will!”

Once everyone decided which car they would be riding in, everyone quickly got into their ride and took off towards the fair.

“What are you most excited to do, Macy Mace?” Will asked Macy, as she squealed in the back with excitement.

“I want to see Santa, duh,” Macy giggled, before continuing her list of must-sees. “Then we have to try the hot cocoa, ice skating, eat homemade popcorn, decorate the sugar cookies, race the elves-“

You quickly interrupted the five-year-old, “Mace, remember we have to take it slow, there are lots of other people with us and we have to take turns letting other people pick too.”

She released a giant sigh. “Okay.”

Before long, everyone had pulled into the parking spaces at the Christmas fair, and with your hand wrapped tightly around your sister’s and your other wrapped around Eddie’s, you guys braced yourself for the mayhem that was bound to ensue with a manic five-year-old.

“Let’s get some hot cocoa first, Mace,” Dustin said, reaching out for her hand.

“Yay,” She cheered for the second time today, as she let go of your hand to find Dustin’s.

“Are you really going to sit on Santa’s lap?” You questioned up at the metal head.

“Oh yeah, he is,” Robin said, giggling. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

“If you guys want to make fun of me for finally taking a piece of my childhood back with a five-year-old who is full of Christmas spirit, that’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m going to enjoy it and not regret a thing. I intend to make this a day that Macy remembers.”

“It will certainly be one that I never forget,” Steve retorts, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders as Macy and Dustin return with their hot cocoas.

“How’s that hot chocolate, sweet pea,” You question, noticing the amount of chocolate around Macy’s mouth.

“So yummy,” she mumbled back, busy drinking the warm drink.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Dustin said, sheepishly. “We made a bit of a mess."

“Don’t worry about it, Dusty,” You said back, ruffling his hair. “I expected her to get messy today, it’s the way that I can prove she’s had a great day.”

“Santaaaaa!” Macy screamed out, quickly giving you her hot chocolate as she ran.

“Eds,” You quickly grumbled. “Please follow with her, I can’t run with the hot chocolate.”

Eddie quickly jogged over to where Macy was standing, wide-eyed and mesmerized by the giant man sitting on a chair surrounded by elves. “You ready to get in line? We have to wait our turn,” Eddie said, touching Macy’s head to get her attention.

“Let’s go, let’s go!”

Twenty minutes later, Eddie and Macy were next up in line. The excitement was radiating off of Macy in contagious waves. For the first time Eddie could remember, he was nervous in a little kid's way.

“Mr. Santa!” Macy cheered, approaching the man in a red suit.

“Well, hello dear,” Santa said. “What is your name?”

“My name is Macy, and this is my sister’s boyfriend, Eddie. He has never met you before so I wanted to introduce you guys!”

“Nice to meet you Eddie,” Santa said, smiling at Macy’s excitement. “Macy, what would you like for Christmas.”

“Eddie has to sit on your lap too,” Macy said, ignoring his question. “It’s tradition.”

“Mace, I think I’m too old and too big,” Eddie said, softly smiling at the little girl.

“No,” Macy argued. “Santa, he has to!”

“You can sit on my knee too, Eddie,” Santa said, trying to de-escalate the situation.

Eddie released a sigh before lowering himself onto Santa’s thigh, careful not to put too much weight on the gentleman. “I already sent you my Christmas list,” Macy rambled. “The highlights are a new easy bake oven and a bike. Eddie, what did you want to ask Santa for?”

“Uhm,” Eddie started. After having never been asked this question, he could not think of any materialistic things that would make him happier than the people surrounding him right now. But to please Macy he said, “I would love a new guitar strap or an amp.”

“Well you two, from my list I can see that you have both been very good this year. I will see what my elves and I can do for you,” Santa said, patting each of their backs.

“Thank you, Santa,” Macy cheered, climbing off the man’s lap and grabbing Eddie’s hand.

“Yeah, thank you Santa,” Eddie echoed. Santa shot him a wink in response. The rest of the crew, who were watching from beyond the line, called out as Macy ran up to them.

“Stevie, you have to pay me money now! I love the Christmas fair!” She cheered pointing a finger at Steve before she turned and started babbling away to Jonathan and Argyle about how they needed to decorate sugar cookies, now.

“How was Santa’s lap?” Mike joked out, causing you to lightly smack the back of his head. “Ow, what was that for?”

“Being a little jerk,” Nancy responded before you. “Come on guys, the show is over, let’s go get the homemade popcorn.”

Eddie, hanging behind the group a big, gently pulled your hand to get you to slow your pace. “How was that, Eds?”

“Felt weird,” He responded quietly. Realizing how he must be feeling, you didn’t push, instead, you stopped walking and pulled him into you.

“You deserve some cookies and hot cocoa, mister,” You mumbled wrapping your arms around his waist, tightly.

“Please,” Eddie sighed, his body melting into yours. Hand-in-hand, you walked with Eddie towards the others to check on Macy before getting Eddie hot chocolate. “Thank you,” Eddie said, smiling down at you as you handed him the warm drink.

“Anything for you my love,” You responded. “Now let’s go get find the sugar-crazed Macy and see if she’s ready to go home!”

After hours of playing at the Christmas fair, and Macy being so tired that Eddie had to carry her, everyone decided it was time to head home. Jonathan drove El, Argyle, Will, and Lucas home and Steve took Nancy, Robin, Mike, and Lucas. Dustin and Max rode back with you, Eddie, and Macy. After dropping everyone off at their houses, Eddie pulled your car into the driveway.

“I think my mom is inside, Eds,” You whispered to the boy as he was getting your sister out of her car seat. “If you want to put her in her bed and meet me in the living room, we can watch a movie?”

“Sounds perfect,” He whispered back. You closed the car doors behind him before racing around to get the front door too. Your mom greeted the three of you before ushering Eddie upstairs to tuck Macy in after him. You walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and got some blankets out before sitting on the couch.

“I think a piece of my childhood was given back to me today,” Eddie said to you as he walked back into the living room where you were sitting. “I can’t thank you or your sister enough for allowing me that space to feel that.”

“Oh, baby, come here,” You choked out, making grabby hands towards Eddie. As he found his space beside you, you pulled his body into yours, dragging your nails along his scalp. “I feel so lucky that you feel safe enough with us to let yourself have these moments.”

“Can we go back to the fair next year too? Make it a tradition?” He asked, looking up at you with a child-like twinkle in his eyes.

“Our own traditions,” You whispered, mostly to yourself. “I would like that.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader Fluff #Stranger Things Au #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fluff #stranger things fic #comp lady domestic december #domestic december #fckinwild kiwi #fckinwild kiwi writing

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duskspring · 5 months

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Cuddling - Secondo& GN!Reader

Domestic December - Day 3

Summary: Secondo comforts you after a rough day

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Hurt/comfort, crying, soft Secondo

Word count: ~2.4k

You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at your ceiling. You wanted nothing more than to sleep this horrible day away, but for some reason your mind refused to let it all go.

Maybe you were making a big deal out of nothing. Scratch that, you definitely were. Everyone got chastised by their superiors from time to time, didn’t they? Still, there was no reason for that Brother to be so harsh. And there you went again, replaying it all over.

But just as you got to the worst part of the few hours old memory, a knock at the door shook you from your focus.

You didn’t make a move towards the door and neither did you say anything. You waited in hope that the person would leave. You couldn’t face anyone like this. If they saw you, they’d see you were sad and if they saw you were sad they’d ask why and you’d probably immediately break down-

“Piccolina, I will not have you ignore me.”

Oh. Fuck.

Within a second you were up and at the door. How could you possibly forget your evening plans with Secondo?!

“Papa, I’m so sorry, I-” The words spilled out of your mouth faster than even you could keep up, your eyes fixed straight to the floor.

Papa would clearly have none of it, “What happened to you?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him.

His gaze was searching, trying to figure you out. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was concerned.

Words escaped you. Not even a lie came out of your mouth. You were barely aware that you were shaking your head, tears forming in your eyes just like you predicted would happen.

“Stellina,” You let out a sob as he gestured behind you towards your room, “Sit down.”

Without a second thought you followed his instruction. Of course you’d take the chance to turn away from him immediately. He wasn’t here to see you cry about nothing. You were supposed to come over to his room, fuck and leave. That’s how those things went.

Your mattress creaked when you sat down on it. Once again, you stared at the ground, fighting a losing battle to stop more tears from falling.

You heard the door close and a part of you assumed Secondo had left you there on your own. He had all the right to do so, he never signed up to watch you break down like this.

And yet he came back into your sight, crouching down in front of you.

He grabbed your chin just like before, grabbing a little tighter when you tried shaking out of his grip. Lord, you felt like a child.

“Tell me what happened.” His voice was stern, but not unkind.

“...It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.” There was more of an edge to his voice, a warning. Yet simultaneously his thumbs caressed the tears off your cheeks oh so delicately.

You sniffed, “It’s stupid-”

“I highly doubt that. Tell me what happened.”

You had to take a deep, steadying breath to be able to speak more than two words, “I messed up at work and got yelled at for it. That’s it.” You finally looked into his eyes again, as if trying to prove how silly you were being.

“And why do you think that’s so stupid?”

Your mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. Why was it stupid? What kind of question was that? It just was.

“That’s what I thought.” He said as he stood back up to his full height and walked away from you again.

“Wait…” You called out almost instinctively. You didn’t want him to see you like this, but somehow the idea of him leaving was even worse.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured over his shoulder, still walking away from you but not towards the door, but the little water cooker you had standing on a counter.

You watched in silent fascination as he filled it with water and turned it on, going through your cabinets in search of mugs and tea bags. He grabbed two mugs at random, letting out what almost sounded like a brief chuckle as he inspected the silly dinosaur illustrations that decorated them. He then found the wooden box you stored your tea bags in, silently studying the different flavor options. He picked out two of them, not asking for your input.

Your tears seemed to dry up without you noticing, mostly out of confusion and shock.

Secondo seemed weirdly in his element. He removed his shoes and neatly put them off to the side next to yours. His movement from one end of the room to another was smooth, picking up the water cooker before it was fully done warming up so the tea would immediately be at a drinkable temperature.

You stared dumbfoundedly as he stalked back towards you and held out a cup in front of you. Your hand didn’t lift. Your mind, and by extension your body, were drawing a blank.

“Just what was said to you to scramble your mind this much?” He acted as if this was completely normal behavior for him, as if what happened earlier in the day was still the reason you were so taken aback.

“I just… I’m sorry, Papa.” You shook your head, finally taking the offered beverage.

“For what?” There he went questioning you again.

“For being a mess.”

The man scoffed, setting his own cup down on your nightstand before moving past you to lay down on your bed. Your eyes stayed glued to his being, going slightly wide.

He lounged there like he owned the place, looking at you expectantly. When you again didn’t move, he sighed. One of his arms opened up while the other patted his chest.

A part of you was afraid you’d misunderstood. Surely he hadn't meant… Well, what did you have left to lose at this point? You set your mug down, moving further onto the bed and slotted yourself against his side, one arm draped over his chest.

It seemed like the right thing to do, since he responded by pulling you fully on top of him. Your cheek now rested on his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping against your ear. He was warm, his robes wrapping around you with his arms like a blanket. His hands laced together at the small of your back.

You would have been flustered from anyone doing this with you, but the fact that it was big, scary Secondo somehow made it that much more intimate. It felt wrong in a way. Even with all the nights you’d shared, never had he done something like this. You’d never cuddled with him before. Hell, you had never even slept in his bed.

On the other hand, the fact that he usually wouldn’t do this but did as soon as he saw you upset touched you more than anything you would’ve ever expected from him.

Your tears made their grant return. You felt simultaneously safe in his arms, touched to your very soul, yet embarrassed by the further display of weakness. You tried your best to hold in your sobs, but utterly failed to be subtle.

“Go ahead,” Papa’s voice was soft and low, comforting, “It’s alright. I promise.”

That was all you needed to lose the small bit of composure you had. You cried into his chest, holding him tighter as you allowed yourself a release you’d been putting off for a while. A part of you still wanted to apologize automatically, but words failed you once again.

One of his big hands moved up to pet your hair, while the other drew calming circles on your back.

Secondo himself felt torn. Not on if he should be trying to comfort you, mind you. He was fully willing to give that his all. He had taken his oath to look after his flock and he would try his hardest to fulfil that role, especially since you were someone he knew better than most other siblings of sin.

There was a reason he’d shown up to fetch you himself, as opposed to sending a ghoul like he usually would. He knew that if you didn’t come to him at the agreed time, something was wrong. This had never happened before.

The problem was that he didn’t comfort people often and thus didn’t know if he was actually helping at all. People avoided him when it came to emotions, much preferring his brothers’ help in that department. The best he could do was try, he owed you that much.

“Do you… wish to talk about it?” It was good for you to make the decision by yourself right? Or was he supposed to make the choice so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed by it? Well, he’d rather ask directly instead of guessing and possibly getting it wrong.

You cried a few seconds longer before sitting up, straddling his hips. You wiped the back of your hand over your cheeks, “There’s not much to say,” You sniffled, looking down at the spot on his robes that had turned wet from your tears. You brushed your fingertips over it softly, “I’m sorry.”

It took him a moment to understand why you were apologizing before noticing the spot himself.

He sat up, motioning for you to get off of him. You surely thought he would leave this time. Of course he would after you damaged a priceless article of clothing. He didn’t always wear it, but probably had a lot of business to attend to today. No wonder he’d asked you to come over in the evening. That only made you feel worse.

Secondo got off of your bed, turning to you, “Do you have a clothing hanger in here?” He didn’t wait for an answer before removing his robe.

You fought the natural urge to freeze and cry again, instead getting up and speed walking towards your closet. You pulled out the first empty hanger you found. You walked back and held it out to him.

He studied it when he took it from you, “You should invest in wooden ones. Such weak plastic can alter the shape of your clothing.” He explained while still using the hanger for his robe. It barely fit and the plastic indeed seemed too frail to hold up the weight. It unceremoniously dropped to the floor, leaving him with the empty hanger dangling from his hand.

Secondo’s eyes followed it with a deadpan look, a sight you couldn’t help but laugh at softly. His head turned to you, face still serious but with a glint of humor in his eyes.

He carelessly dropped the hanger to the floor, then sat back down, leaning against the headboard as if to ignore your clear amusement at his previous struggle. He grabbed his cup of tea again and waited for you to rejoin him.

You quickly did, but not before admiring what he wore underneath the robe. It wasn't anything extravagant; a mere black undershirt and matching shorts and socks. Still, they showed off his arms and legs in a nice way. Looking up a little higher made you catch his gaze, looking perhaps more amused than you had just been.

“Are you going to stand there all night or join this old man?” His lips quirked into a subtle smirk.

It was an easy choice to make. You settled in next to him, grabbing your own cup of tea. You sat up straight but with your head leaning against his shoulder. His arm came around you to pull you in just a bit closer.

“I mean it when I say there isn’t much to talk about.” You explained, finally calm enough to get your brain to fire up the right words, “I messed up some paperwork and got scolded. I don’t know why it hit me so hard, it just did.”

Secondo shrugged, “Your feelings could have been a long time coming. Maybe today just wasn’t your day. Or perhaps there really wasn’t a deeper explanation. You don’t always need a reason to feel things.”

You took a sip of tea, it was just warm enough to still be enjoyed, “Well, you are the reason I feel better now. Thank you.” You smiled up at him and to your surprise he did it back.

“I’m glad.” The arm that was snaked around your shoulders moved up to pat your shoulder, then rested there, “I can stay if you’d like.”

The man seemed determined to subvert your expectations this evening. Still, it was an offer you couldn’t resist, “I’d like that.”

Before long you’d put your mugs in the sink and moved to brush your teeth. Secondo was next to you, removing his paints with some makeup wipes. It was such a simple moment, which somehow made it more significant.

When you mentioned wanting to shower, he gave you the space. A part of you had expected him to request to join you. You didn’t mind the little bit of distance, however, actually appreciating his willingness to be around you without the need for sex.

When you walked out, hair still moist, he patiently waited in his same spot on the bed. He had taken off his shorts, socks and gloves, deeming that appropriate to sleep in. It wasn’t too rare to spot him paintless if you paid attention throughout the abbey. Somehow seeing his bare hands felt the most scandalous.

He was under the covers already, holding it up as soon as he saw you as a means to beckon you to him. You joined him there in a heartbeat, enjoying his body heat as you once again laid with your head on his chest, one leg draped over his hips. Both his arms were curled around you, holding you in place. Usually the way he smelled was an extra factor experienced in a moment of passion, but now it served to aid in your comfort. You felt so thoroughly protected in his hold, like he would hunt down anyone bothering your peace.

It wasn’t some big romantic gesture to you, moreso a true act of caring. You felt seen, felt home in his arms.

As you started to feel yourself dozing off, he whispered to you in the dark, “If you ever feel this way again, for any reason at all, you come to me immediately. Alright?” The vibrations from his chest at his speech were calming but not distracting enough for you to not have heard him.

“Okidoki.” You whispered back with a yawn.

“Good. Now sleep, piccolina.” And you did, more comfortable than you had in ages.

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riptide-kid · 5 months

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Domestic December 2023 - Day 11 Playing with their hair

Pairing: Rain x Dewdrop

Summary: After a particularly cold day, Dew and Rain cuddle up in bed together.

Warnings: none

Words: ~400

You can also read this on Ao3!

It hadn’t really gotten completely dark tonight. Technically, it had, but because everything was covered in snow and the moonlight reflected in it, the night seemed lighter than it usually was.

Rain couldn’t sleep and the lack of complete darkness in his room didn’t particularly help. If he was honest with himself however, he was fine with not sleeping right now.

In the evening, right after dinner, Dew and him had curled up in bed together, after spending the day in band practice and doing their chores around the abbey, which was particularly cold around this time of the year, as the old masonry wasn’t really isolated.

Rain got cold hands quite quickly, especially under these circumstances, but usually, it took a lot more for Dewdrop to feel cold. Today had done it apparently.

They had put on comfy clothes and hid under Rain’s duvet, talking about their days, about everything and nothing in particular, until they were both warm again. While they were talking, they suddenly noticed that it had began snowing, thick flakes falling down from the sky, a stark contrast against the dark blue night. A comfortable silence had fallen between them, as they watched.

Dew had placed his head on Rain’s chest, gaze towards the window, their limbs tangled. And not a sound to be heard except for their soft breathing and the snowfall.

The snowflakes dancing outside of the window were almost hypnotizing, but Rain was pulled from his trance as he heard Dew snoring softly. He looked down at the fire ghoul, who had fallen asleep on his chest, strands of silvery hair falling over his face. Rain shuffled carefully, and pushed the hair out of his face, tucking it behind Dew’s pointed ear. It felt so silky against Rain’s finger tips, and he let them wander over Dew’s head, smoothing over the soft tresses.

He didn’t want to wake him up, but he couldn’t keep his hands off him. When Rain looked down at Dewdrop, the way his body slowly moved when he was breathing, his long blonde lashes that fluttered slightly while he was dreaming and his relaxed expression, he felt his heart beat faster and he smiled at how lucky he was feeling. Everything he needed was here. Out of nowhere, Dew stirred a little, and Rain froze.

“Why’d you stop?” Dew slurred, voice thick with sleep.

Rain noticed that he had stopped petting him. He laughed softly. “Sorry,” he said, and resumed to running his fingers through Dew’s hair.

“That’s better...” Dew said, nuzzling himself closer to Rain.

Rain smiled, and finally felt his eyelids getting heavier.

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discountdemonwarehouse · 4 months

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Domestic December Day 31

The last day's prompt is Free Day! So I kind of combined "I got you flowers" and "dancing" to give you Baby's First Ministry Ball!

Quinn turned 18 roughly 2 weeks before the Ministry's Yule Ball, her first Ministry event she's eligible for!

I hope you've enjoyed these blurbs, and thank you to @comp-lady for making the prompts list! <3

Artwork commissioned from @ryuzatodraws-backup! Do not repost elsewhere or edit it! This is based on an awkward prom photo idea lol.

AO3 Link

SFW Story blurb under the cut.

Ages → Quinn - 18, Terzo 21

Quinn watched in the mirror as her mother picked up a satin hair bow, looking at the “A bow? Is that necessary?” “Well you need something to finish the look, and it matches the dress,” Sera informed her. Quinn sighed, but let her mother clip the bow into her hair, helping to secure the pulled back hair and concealing the small elastic used. The rest of her hair cascaded in curls down her shoulders and back. She had done a very light makeup look using the trendy dark purple and medium pink shades of eyeshadow, and a somewhat neutral pink shade of lipstick. She looked over the counter, making sure she hadn’t missed anything. “You’re only missing one thing,” Sera whispered, holding up a small velvet box. “Are those grandma’s pearls?” “Mhm.” Sera murmured, gently opening the box and removing the necklace. “It’s your first Ministry ball, and it’s the Yule Ball at that, so I thought you might like to wear them. Quinn held her hair out of the way, letting her mother do up the necklace. Sera handed Quinn the box, letting her put on the earrings herself. A knock from the front door of the apartment made Sera smile. “Looks like the surprise is here.” “Surprise?” Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Go see. I have to finish my face quickly.” Quinn could hear her dad talking to someone as she walked down the hall. Rounding the corner, she saw her father talking to Terzo, who was wearing a black tuxedo with a white pleat-ruffled shirt. “Ah, c'è la principessa !”(there's the princess!) His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“What are you doing here, salsicciotto ? (little sausage)” she asked carefully. “It’s your first Ministry ball, obviously I had to come escort you.” Terzo stepped towards her, holding a small box. “Give me your hand.” Quinn held out her hand, and Terzo opened the box, lifting a corsage of white flowers from it and slipping it onto her wrist. “Oh, you weren’t supposed to give it to her before I was ready with the camera!” Sera said as she came into the room, camera in hand. “Mom!” Quinn groaned. “What?! You didn’t have a prom, this is my first chance to get photos like this!” “You were in on this?” she asked Terzo. “ Sì, un po , (yes, a little)” he winked at her. “We can do it again if you’d like, Sera.” “No, no, she’ll have a stupid look on her face, I’ll just get one now.” “Christ on a cracker,” Quinn muttered as Sera instructed the two of them into various poses for photos. Terzo was behind Quinn, hands on her waist, as Quinn demurely clasped her hands in front of her. “Smile, try to look happy and genuine,” Terzo muttered in her ear, before resuming being as charming as ever. “This is the awkwardest thing ever,” she muttered back, trying not to laugh as her mother kept taking photos. “This is hardly the most awkward thing either of us have done,” he chuckled before the camera flashed. After a while Quinn held up her hands. “Enough, mom! We’re going to be late.” “We need one more - of the four of us. Just let me set the timer!” The four gathered in front of the camera, smiling as the timer went off. “There we go!” Sera declared. “Now we can leave.” Terzo took Quinn’s hand, “Come along, principessa . Before we turn into pumpkins.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “And we have a new tradition now – the first dance is always mine, tesoruccio .” (little treasure)

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