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Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
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Dilf Sebastian pt. 3 Christmas drabble (stand alone but the series is cute)
Pt. 1 Pt. 2
A/N: I gave youngin a name.. or rather a nickname? Ro. so when you see it that's why. No beta.
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Sebastian wasn't really a Christmas creature. He found the whole event terribly troublesome and what reprieve there was to be found did not make up for the nuisance of it all.
Thankfully, you were simple. You'd found joy in the mundanity. He sometimes wondered if you did it for his sake but it wasn't his place to ask. Or maybe he didn't want to.
The season had officially exploded onto society. Not a single place could be seen without Santa impersonators or twinkling lights which meant it was soon to creep its way into your home.
Even so there was a level of decorum that was preserved in the home you'd built. where there would usually be string lights there was candles. where there was excess sugar was the in season fruits and warm ciders.
where there was belief in Santa there was myth books and fables. You'd never told Ro that Santa was or wasn't real but allowed them to view things through the means literature. Saint Nick, Joulupukki, Gryla and Krampus.
Ro had gotten in trouble for bringing a book about Krampus, their favorite Christmas figure into class for show and tell.
A qualm Sebastian quelled with a reaming of the school board for the lack of diverse winter holiday representation in school. They compromised by dropping Ro's suspension in favor that they not speak of the matter again and they be allowed to share their books at will.
If there were more complaints there was never any word of it.
Tonight's activity was one you loved most. Drying Oranges and cinnamon for garland. you'd spent near a half hour picking the perfect oranges and a bag of cinnamon sticks.
Sebastian was appalled when you'd put the cinnamon pinecones in the shopping cart. He took them out promptly.
Suddenly what was meant to be an hour project became a days side quest.
He drove you both out of the city right then. You had no idea where he was taking you, but it was usually best not to question his determined brow.
The roads became windy and buildings sparce. Trees rushed by in a blur or browns and greens. When he finally did pull off there wasn't a sign of civilization to be seen.
He bundles Ro up in his scarf, wrapping it once around their head and again around their neck. Next he stripes his coat drapping it over your shoulders.
The forest was too thick for the inches of snowfall, except in small patches but ice and chill still nipped at you.
"won't you get cold?" Ro asks.
"Are birds often cold in the winter?" He retorts, mostly kidding.
It was meant to bring back the conversation they'd had as a family when Ro revealed they knew he was a "Crow." but when he turned he wasn't met with the excited wonder and curiosity but inquisition and sadness.
"I don't know," they say, looking up into the trees. "I hope not."
Sebastian paused. What was it like in a body filled to the brim with empathy? it seemed so harrowing to experience. He couldn't even say that he knew if birds got cold because he hadn't ever wondered about the creatures.
"Birds that don't migrate in the winter puff out their feathers and store fat to keep themselves warm," you read from the google page on your phone.
"Sort of like bears," they ask.
"Sort of like bears," you agree.
The answer seems to satisfy them because they wander off immediately.
"Thank you," Sebastian whispers.
You hum. "birds might not get cold, but I do. What are we doing out here?"
He looks up at the trees. "we're collecting pinecones for the garland."
He showed you and Ro which were preferred and you all searched.
within the hour you had two bags of pinecones. Enough to conclude the search. On the way back to the car Ro darted between trees a flash of red from Sebastians scarf zooming around.
"Look!" Ro shouts, pointing just out of your sight.
As you and Sebastian get close Ro sprints to a pine tree just the size of themselves.
"It's me sized." Ro says.
"It is," you say with a sniff. both yours and Ro's nose had become bright and runny.
"can this be our Christmas tree?"
"No" you say just as Sebatian says. "I don't see why not."
the two of you look at one another. "we don't have a saw or a way to get it home."
He smiles. "Let me worry about that, here you take these pinecones and I'll meet you home."
you drive carefully home and when you pull into the driveway Sebastian opens the front door welcoming you back.
"How did you beat us here?" you ask.
"He flew here obviously." Ro says finitely.
There was nothing else to be said. you knew better than to press for a better explanation and Ro's was likely the closest there would be to one.
Inside was the tree you'd just seen in the woods, positioned perfectly on the corner of the living room.
Ro struts to it none the wiser of how amazing its appearance is. "It's perfect!" they say.
"You really are incredibly, you know that?" you whisper to him.
It was only in this decade could he be seen doing acts like this and be called incredible and not "Demon or witch."
He'd felt affection more in the last eight years than he had in the previous thousand. It overwhelmed him in uncomfortable ways so he hummed and took back his scarf and coat to hang next to the door.
The night was further spent with Sebastian teaching you and Ro how to make cinnamon pinecones and how to harvest pine nuts.
the tree was decorated with dried oranges, roasted cinnamon sticks and little white candles.
before bed during the nightly wind down you all made pesto flat bread with the aforementioned pine nuts and re read Ro's favorite version of the Krampus tale.
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Hey if you like this content there is more on my Master List
For the reader that asked for the x hinawa short, I haven't forgotten about you, I'm brushing up on my fice force lore so I can give you something worth reading lol.
rewatching castlevania for halloween and thinking about kissing the main trios scars
you kiss trevor’s scar when the nights are hard (they always are) and it turns him pink even if he wished it didn’t. it kills his street cred he says, but he still lets you. he lets you take his stubble covered chin into your hands - strong hands that have saved the lives of others and his. you bring him close and you can see the pale freckles that dance along his face, you wished he would stay in the sun more to let them bloom across the bridge of his nose. his eyes, those pretty blue eyes flutter shut and your lips press so gently onto the raised, pale skin he can’t help but shudder in your hold. you touch is like snow falling to the ground at the first sign of winter. you pull away, and he opens his eyes he wonders if he truly deserves your sweetness.
you kiss sypha’s scar when she drags you to the library - to keep her from falling asleep she says. really want she wants is to use you as a heater/pillow as she pours over all the books in the library in Dracula’s castle (now it’s technically Alucard’s). she leans back into your chest, you hold the hard cover of the books for her and you let her bounce ideas off of you as her comprehension grows with each page that passes. sypha is beautiful- tan skin with soft red hair and blue robes, she smells of the earth and you often find your gaze going from the pages to the gentle slop of her neck - the waves in her hair down to her shoulders. your eyes land on the scars of her exposed shoulders. the skin darker and thin - marks of previous battles and burns. you do it without thinking, you’re head dipping down and your lips press onto her skin. she shudders, skin raising to goosebumps; whatever she was about to say dies upon her lips. she flushes a peach pink, looking over at you from her shoulder and she looks so much more like a blushing maiden than the fearsome sorceress she is. you grin cheekily, pressing another small kiss to the scarred skin.
you kiss alucard’s scar with purest intentions, sometimes alucard throws himself into working whether with sypha or his own curiosities he finds himself often sleeping in the lab. when these times occur you bring it upon yourself to take care of him - making him dinner (rather making him eat dinner) or brushing his hair and even sometimes, if desperate times call for desperate measures bathing him yourself. you are incredibly stubborn; like a mule, he said once, after you had dragged him to the bathtub without second thought. it wasn’t something that was embarrassing to the either of you - saving each other’s lives and seeing each other covered in blood, shit and god knows what else has broken most barriers between the two of you. but sometimes, somedays it is a bit more difficult, when things come back to haunt alucard down to the marking made onto his fair skin permanently. he sits in the tub, the water warmed by you and the smell of soap doing little to fight back against the memories. your fingers run through his golden hair, like wheat in the fields of your childhood home. he reaches out and grasped your hand and looks at you with such deep sadness in his eyes it makes you remember that though peace tastes sweet, the tragedy to get here still resides on the tongue. you lean over, you’re head dipping past his chin and he watches with bright red cheeks at how you look at him from your position. your lips touch his scars that reside on the swell of his chest, the skin dark and pink - your soft lips rest there and he wonders if you can feel his heart beating. you are safe, your action speaks, it will never happen again. your eyes say, sparkling full of pure affection. alucard grips your hand, believing you with all his heart.
May I request #18 with Edward from Twilight? Please and thank you!
Absolutely, Okay so this is an x reader...Maybe Vamphunter!reader? So Bella isn't here. Either pre canon or AU. Up to you! Also, I took some liberties on the prompt lol.
Prompt 18: Lost in the woods, you're tired, thirsty and desperate when you stumble across a strange cabin.
CW: Observing?
Some time ago all the trees began to look the same. Some had orange and green leaves and others had green and orange leaves.
The knots had begun to look like eyes, watching you wander endlessly in circles. If they could speak would they laugh?
It was just like the forest to do something like that. When you listen closely you could almost hear it. A twinging laughter for the one that is always lost.
Except. you could hear it. Or hear... something.
You stumbled forward following the tinkling sound. Your steps soften to better listen, but the crunch of leaves beneath your boots echos around the forest.
A moment the breeze stops and you lose the sound but soon it is found again. The melody brings you to a windchime made of old spoons. the rain gutter from which it hangs from sags off the side of a dilapidated cabin.
Excitement exhausts the last of your hydration. Hours earlies your lips had taken on a sticky feeling but even that has left you. There was a single gulp of water left in your bottle and it was reserved for deaths door.
And here it was. The door was weathered wood, potentially built from something grown here in this forest. It looked like it might have been painted once but the hue of it decayed with the rest of the structure.
Dirt caked on the windows making inside impossible to decipher.
Your gloved hand knocks, twinging your tired muscles.
There was a shuffle, a few seconds of silence then slowly the door began to open.
It only cracks as far as to see half the face of its occupant. He looks at you wearily. "Can I help you?"
The air in your mouth sticks the word to your cheeks. Oh to be found.
"Do you have water?" you ask.
His brow knits. "No, sorry."
You look around tiredly. "Okay, do you have a phone I can borrow?"
He peers up at the burning sky. Light was a commodity minutes to diminishing. Soon the sky would wash itself of the day and night would prepare the hours.
He looks around. "Are you alone?"
Your lips pinch shut while you look for a safe thing to say. "uh-"
"Come in out of the dark." The words were not inherently welcoming. More annoyed than anything.
The exterior was generous with its interior perimeter. Somehow the lack of furniture made it feel smaller. Like a box made for animals.
Nothing but a singular chair, writing table, and a plethora of books kept the walls company.
Nothing of note. Mostly fiction and all of a similar sorrowful genre.
There was no food, no water, no electricity. Candles lining the two windows keeping the shadows from swallowing us whole.
"Cozy," you say.
He offers you the singular chair lowering himself onto the floor. "I don't often have guests."
You can't help but nod. "So what are you doing out here, in the middle of nowhere?"
He was gangly. Limbs folding over one another like sticks angling in odd directions. Despite this he was beautiful. The kind that would have sent sailors overboard, but in the most inhumane way it could be said. Or thought.
There was an imperfection that kissed humans. we were etched with trials and victories but mostly folly.
His skin was wiped of everything that could be traced with an intimate finger or fussed over. He was ethereal.
He regard of you was delt with a sense of healthy suspicion, but he saw no threat in you. It was true that your lack of direction brought you to him, but the question still remained.
Who found who?
"we're hardly in the middle of nowhere," He says, "The town in two miles east."
You slowly blink at him. "Thant can't be true."
He nods. "Just outside of Honeyville. Why are you here in the "Middle of nowhere?""
There was no answer that you could give that wouldn't warrant a good, thorough teasing. You sift though excuses in your mind.
He stares at you, smile growing and fading with each passing second.
Almost as if her can read-
"Got lost on a stroll."
He hums. "A stroll? Not cryptid hunting?"
Your brow lifts and you tilt your head. "Why, know of any in need or hunting? I'm more of an observing type myself."
He leaned forward his fingers lacing together in his lap like tree branches "Are you observing me?"
You straightened your spine. "Maybe I am."
"And what have you discovered?"
There were as many paths before you as there were trees just outside the front door. Lies, truths, half-truths, white lies, distraction, misdirect-
"you've lost your way," you say finally, "Found yourself separated from the pack. If I had to guess, I'd say, self-punishment?"
His eyes are focused souly on you when you look up. There was a glint of amusement, but more than that, there was unadulterated curiosity. "You are observant."
The tips of your lips turn up as you take the full water bottle from your pack. "So I've been told."
He leans back in his chair imitating a sigh. "So, do I get to know who sent you?"
The water stings coating your throat all the way down your chest. Getting lost really was the bane of your existence. "Does it matter?"
He shrugs. "I suppose not, though I am interested in how you found me."
"There was no need. It's a skill of mine. Get lost, something will get found."
"So what now?" He stands stepping closer until your knees knock against his calves. "Do we fight to the death?"
You sigh a heavy thing. "Didn't you hear me? I'm not really a fighter, besides I'm exhausted and-" you take three button mushrooms from your pack. "I'm starving."
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