Q:A small smile spread on his lips as he took a seat next to the blond and their daughter. "A-Ace... I know it's a bit late, but..." He took a breath, taking out from behind his back a small box and opening it to reveal a silver ring, "... would you take this bumbling moron of a chef for a husband?" ((o yes))

15thchef

Ace was stunned into silence. Joseph…wanted to marry him?

He swallowed multiple times, and smiled. “Of course, stupid.” He laughed and pulled the blunet to him to kiss him softly. “I love you.”

Q:15thchef: "H-hey, um... Ace," Joseph's voice is light and whispery, a small smile on his face and a blush covering his cheeks. "... I got a question to ask..." He shuffled closer to the blond, his hands tucked behind his back.

Anonymous

Ace looked up from where he was sitting on the bedroom floor, squishing his daughter’s cheeks. “Yeah? What is it?”

wickedmaid:

A very antique lamp should do; it had enough oil and the matches were right next to it to lit up. The maid withdrew a match from the can, striking it to produce a fire and lighting up the lamp.

“I could only find this so I’ll be throwing it from a distance…”

Butler nodded. “Yes, that’ll do, I suppose…”

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~{歯車} n i g h t m a r e s {歯車}~ ((Open M!A))

clockwork-cogwheel:

the-stupid-butler:

 

Hansel tightened his grip on the bluenet’s shirt, tears of his own welling in his eyes. “Please, please don’t cry…I hate seeing you cry, Dad-“

Hansel suddenly stiffened at the slip-up, and let go of GEAR, taking a step back. “I…I’m sorry GEAR, I d-didn’t mean…” he stammered, shaking his head.

In his flustered panic, his foot caught on something, and Hansel toppled backward with a startled cry. The fall lasted for a few seconds, before he crashed onto a gear below him.

~{歯車} When the other stepped out of his grip, GEAR instinctively reached out to him. It was dangerous up here, this high up in the clocktower, and especially on a cog this small.

The slip up hadn’t bothered him, not one bit. If anything, the blunet was ashamed of not being able to speak up about the fact that’s exactly what he wanted the other to see him as; a father.

When the cry tore itself from the blond’s throat, the human Vessel found himself lunging forward to save him. “H-Hansel!” he cried, reaching out to the falling child. His fingertips barely brushed the fabric of the servant’s shirt, and there was a sudden emptiness in his stomach. It wasn’t a hungry type of empty, but it was more of a… desperate type of empty. 

The fall, if he didn’t land on one of the gears below, would certainly kill him. It would be entirely his fault, too; what would Lady Graveyard say if she found out the death of one of her servants was his fault?

The sound of Hansel landing on a metal echoed throughout the tower, and GEAR found himself quickly standing up and not-so safely jumping from cog to wheel down to the fallen blond. “Hansel…” he murmured, crouching next to the boy. “… can you hear me…?”

Hansel heard GEAR, but was unable to answer, all his breath knocked out of him, leaving him only able to let out a soft groan of pain, his eyes tearing up.