Just a few headcanons for sharing a bubble bath with the main characters. Enjoy!
oddly enough Charlie doesnât partake in full baths as much as she favors showers.
Sheâs busy dealing with the hotel and along with ruling as the Princess of Hell so she much prefers a quick warm spray.
On the occasion, however, she finds herself tired enough that you might just be able to convince her to indulge with you.Â
You make a point of dredging up any kind of bubble bath, bath bomb, lotion, anything you can find to ensure that you can provide the best bubble bath possible.
Music plays softly over a small speaker, but itâs drowned out the hushed whispers of words of love as you meticulously wash and condition her hair.
Conditioning is your favorite step. Charlie didnât need it often as her hair somehow stayed so silky, so every now and then when you got to run a soft brush through her hair, twisting it gently to pin atop her head.
She tries to wash you in return but you always push her hand away, insisting on pampering her after a hard day.
Usually ends with you drying her off and carrying her to bed when she inevitably passes out.
Vaggie loves baths but sheâs hard pressed to admit it. Nothing feels better on sore muscles than a nice soak, ideally with lavender. She loves lavender.
The two of you had been dating for about 6 months before she even entertained the idea of going to you with such a request.Â
She was too embarrassed to ask.
-in the end, how she broaches the subject is by surprising you one night when you return home. A few candles lined the edge of the bathtub that was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles.
âI just thought it would be nice, youâve been gone all dayâ And you know better to react calmly should you risk spooking the flustered angel with the scarlet red face.
Sheâs the one that drags it out in the end. Sheâd wrap her arms just a little tighter around your waist and mutter about how the water would stay warm for just a little longer.
Vaggie gives sweet towel hugs.
Listen, Alastor takes pride in his hygiene. He takes the utmost care to keep himself and his dress in immaculate condition.Â
Heâll invest in facial creams, hair creams, body creams, oils, lotions, you name it and heâs used it.Â
But baths? No. Absolutely not.
Youâve only attempted to convince Alastor to take a bath with you and neither occasion ended particularly well. The radio demon wouldnât speak to you for a week after the first failed attempt and had all but removed himself from your life with the second so you couldnât say you were in any hurry for a third.
However, the two of you have come to a happy compromise. Whenever you found yourself in the mood to draw a bath you would sometimes find Alastor pulling a chair up next to the tub with a book tucked under his arm. So would begin a lovely tradition between the both of you.
More than once youâve found yourself dozing to the soft static of the Alastorâs voice, and in response the demon would lightly tap his cane against the edge of the tub to rouse you.
Donât fall asleep though, three strikes and heâll leave you in the tub. No he doesnât.
Not. A. Fan. Considering his entire being consists of fur and feathers, Husk can and will do everything within his power to avoid bathing if he can. Look, itâs just not his idea of a fun night to sit down with a hairdryer and attempt to wring himself out as best he can.
Inevitably heâd miss a spot and end up with stale wet cat smell and no one likes that, especially not our resident grump.
He wonât make a fuss if you want to bathe with him though. What he will do is laugh while patting your shoulder. âIâll wait for ya in the roomâ
The more comfortable he gets, however, youâll start to see that eventually Husk begins to find reasons just to âwanderâ into the bathroom with you. He misses you, you know it, but itâs still sweet to see him making the excuse of looking for his lucky pair of boxers.
âThe waterâs always warm darlinâ
You better get the blow dryer ready, the only way you can convince him is if youâll deal with it. You donât mind though, the purrs are worth it
You and Angel take turns picking which bath bombs and bubble baths that youâll throw into whichever potion youâll be brewing up tonight.
Bathtime with Angel was always a favorite for you, you couldnât think of anything better than getting to curl up with your cuddle bug in your arms. Although things never really stay that way for long.
Itâs hard not to tease while washing each other. A slip of the hand here, just a little rough touch of loofah there, just a sweet little taste of what could be but the restraint comes easy in the relaxed atmosphere. Just in times like these Angel will be patient enough to wait until you can actually make it to the bed.Â
Angel wonât let you wash his hair. You donât know why heâs so particular about it but if you interrupt his routine of products then his entire night is ruined so you choose the peaceful route and leave the man be. That doesnât mean he wonât wash your hair for you if you ask though, those four hands of his do wonders at massaging the scalp.
Angel will 10/10 let you towel dry him every single time and youâd be lying if you said you didnât use it as an opportunity to make a show at bending this way and that, making sure to get every inch of him.
He looks like a fluffy mess afterwards but hey, heâs your fluffy mess.
