Aha- okay so, to re do my FLUFFCEMBER request since I see that 31 is already taken" (if i am allowed to do such a thing as redoing a request manager akuseru...?). The same idea of a Coral Sugar Parfait with, again, a slight undertone of Sunken Treasure Chest(nut) Pie, with Sebek Zigvolt (boy ain't he just full of that tbh) but change the day to 25 with the theme of Winter Vacation.
Scenario being of beastman s/o (yes, again, you pulled off my first request soo well... that im currently making a comic for it with the song i even mentioned to you (I'll be done with it towards the end of November because it honestly has more than two pages with coloring too it). And ive been going insane about it ever since you dropped it)– and sebek, but it isn't much of a vacation for them both in a way.
The vibe I have for it is.. yeah, another song type of vibe, tho mainly only the jazziness of I Am Not The Villain I Appear To Be. It feels a lil wintery.to me"
If i can redo the request that"! If not then just tell me
Ah, esteemed patron! Welcome back!
First... please... allow the Manager a moment to compose himself.
You are... making a comic? Based on the "dish" served here? And you are... coloring it?
The kitchen is... floored. We are honored beyond words! To think our "Specialty Pasta" inspired such artistic creation... it is the highest peak of success for any establishment. We are shaking with excitement to see it (whenever it is ready, no rush!). Please, please do not hesitate to share it when you are done!
As for your Fluffcember reservation:
Of course you may reschedule! A patron of your standing is always granted flexibility.
Serving: Winter Vacation
"A 'Winter Getaway for Two' at the Azure Cliffside Resort."
Sebek read the ticket again, his brow furrowed as the wind whipped his coat around his legs. "It is... acceptable accommodations. Though I suspect Crowley rigged the raffle to avoid paying for heating in the dorms."
You leaned against the stone railing of the hotel balcony, looking out over the dark, churning ocean below. The hotel was fancy—stiff, formal, and filled with guests who looked at the two of you sideways. A loud, intense Diasomnia student and a Beastman with sharp teeth? You didn't exactly fit the "cozy holiday" aesthetic of the other guests.
"It's free food and a warm bed, Sebek," you grunted, your ears twitching against the biting wind. "Don't overthink it."
You were both dressed in formal wear—the hotel required it for the solstice celebration. You felt stifled in the stiff fabric, and Sebek looked like he was ready to stand guard rather than relax. You were the "villains" of the ballroom, the ones lurking on the edges, too sharp and too loud for the polite society inside.
So, you had retreated to the balcony.
"Hmph," Sebek grunted, stepping up beside you. "At least the view is strategic. One could spot an naval invasion from miles away."
"It's just the ocean, Sebek."
"VIGILANCE IS NEVER A WASTE, HUMAN!"
You winced, your sensitive ears ringing. "Lower the volume, Zigvolt. My hearing is better than yours, remember?"
Sebek opened his mouth to retort, but he cut himself off.
BOOM.
A massive, cracking explosion echoed off the cliff face.
You flinched violently, your shoulders hiking up, your hands clapping over your sensitive beast ears. A shower of gold and red sparks illuminated the night sky.
Fireworks.
Inside the hotel, people oohed and aahed. To you, with your heightened senses, it sounded like a bombardment.
"Ugh," you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut, teeth bared in a grimace. "Too loud. Too bright."
You expected Sebek to tell you to toughen up. You expected him to lecture you on endurance.
Instead, you felt a sudden, warm weight settle over your shoulders.
Sebek had stepped closer. He had unclasped his heavy, formal cape and draped it over your head and shoulders, effectively creating a sound-dampening hood.
"The humans celebrate with excessive noise," Sebek stated, his voice unusually low, a rumble you could feel more than hear.
He moved to stand in front of you, blocking the flashing lights with his broad stature. He rested his hands on the stone railing on either side of you, caging you in, shielding you from the chaos of the celebration.
You peeked out from under the heavy fabric of his cape. The fireworks were still going off—crack, boom, sizzle—but muffled now.
Sebek wasn't watching the show. The sky was lit up in brilliant, flashing colors—neon pinks, electric blues—but Sebek’s gaze was fixed downward.
He was looking at you.
In the staccato flashes of light, his expression wasn't his usual scowl. It was... intense. Admiring. He looked at your flinching form not with pity, but with a strange, fierce pride. You were a beast, hiding from the noise, and he was the knight standing between you and the world.
To the people inside, you were the oddities. The "villains" ruining the aesthetic. But out here, in the cold and the dark...
"Are you... stable?" Sebek asked, his eyes tracing the curve of your jaw.
"I'm fine," you mumbled, pulling his cape tighter. "Just... waiting for it to be over."
"Focus on me then," he commanded.
He lifted one hand from the railing, hesitating for a split second before resting his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushing over the fabric covering your ear.
"Let them burn their powder," he murmured, the jazzy, chaotic rhythm of the explosions continuing behind him. "We are... apart from them. We are... superior."
You looked up at him, seeing the reflection of the fireworks in his lime-green eyes. He looked regal. He looked dangerous. And he looked at you like you were the only thing worth seeing on this entire cliffside.
"Yeah," you breathed, leaning into his touch. "Superior."
For the rest of the show, while the world celebrated with noise and fire, Sebek stood like a statue, shielding his beast, enjoying the quiet, private vacation he hadn't known he wanted.
A "dish" served with atmosphere, tension, and a secret rhythm! The kitchen is so pleased to confirm this reservation change.
We cannot wait to see your comic, patron! Good luck with the coloring!
