Jonah: So, today comes the newbie.
Brent: I heard he’s like the the new child prodigy or something very close to it.
Ethan: As long as my fanbase stays the same I don’t really care.
Jason: The guy’s old. He has a family. Your groupies won’t run away Ethan.
Ethan: He’s not older than us now. He was just discovered late, don’t understimate someone you don’t even know.
Jason: Jeez daddy, I apologize.

With a Cold

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad

Altaïr is an ass when sick. Altaïr won’t listen to you and won’t stop working on his journals even though he can’t even stand up right — often doodling and writing over a wooden support tucked in the bed. He’s a difficult patient, always refusing to take his medicine and saying that he’s not sick. His stuffy nose makes him talk funny, and keeps running, which is the most annoying bit of the cold for him. Altaïr tends to brat about anything, he complains about not tasting anything — usually he says that it’s bad, even though he can’t taste it —, when you won’t let him take a walk out of the bedroom or to the library. He tends to get really moody about the weather, often complaining that it’s too cold and 5 minutes later shoving the blanket and stating that it’s “too damn hot”. Due to his busy schedule, Altaïr doesn’t sleep much, so you have to persuade him to take naps — which involves him clinging onto you while you play with his hair and telling him what you did during the day. He’s not really paying full attention, as he only hums and grunts in response until your voice puts him to sleep.

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Going to sleep now but. Did you say Chubby!Credence because holy fuck that's literally my religion??? I'd devour anything you wrote in the topic >>

🍬 Credence having trouble eating; he doesn’t want to be accused of gluttony, but he’s really nervous too, because he doesn’t want to offend Mr. Graves

🍬 Mr. Graves taking special interest in his boy’s meals, making them as easy on the stomach as they can be, adding a few strengthening and nutritioning charms for the sake of Credence’s health

🍬 sooner than later, Credence starts getting a bit less tragically starved and little bit more delightfully curvy

🍬 Credence wouldn’t admit he likes that new sort of glances Mr. Graves is throwing at him

🍬 he eats more eagerly, letting Mr. Graves feed him from his hand, licking chocolate off his fingers

🍬 they kiss over Grandma Graves’ cookbook