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phantoms-lair · 2 years

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Phantom Detective Meets the Dead Boy Detectives (And Death)

Visiting London has been a lifelong dream of Shinichi's, and now he'd done it. And even better it was with Ran, and he'd gone to see the Sherlock Holmes Museum, and solved a case, and best of all no one in this country knew he was dead on sight. (Well besides Ran and her father, but still).

It was nice to just be a tourist without being the 'Phantom Detective'. He much preferred being 'Holmes’s Apprentice'.

"Doyle would have eaten you up. His love of spiritualism and deductive reasoning all in one person?"

Shinichi jumped.

He hadn't noticed anyone approach, not since Ran left to check in with her father, but now there was an extremely pale young woman, dressed head to toe in black. Not his favorite color, but thankfully she had more of a Goth vibe that the more threatening one the organization used. "Spiritualism?"

The young woman smiled at him. She seemed so familiar, but at the same time he was certain he'd never seen her before.

"Authors aren't their characters. Holmes believed in nothing but what could be seen and observed. Doyle, on the other hand, strongly believed in ghosts and spirits. It was a bit of contention between him and Houdini." There was an excitement in her voice, like his when discussing his favorite mystery novels.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Shinichi had a feeling. Not a bad one, more a feeling of being overwhelmed. She didn't set off his ghost sense, there were no tears running down his face, but this whole situation reeked of Danny's side of things.

"You know who I am." She said with a pleasant, but knowing smile.

Except he didn't. But he did. It was like the answer was clawing at his brain, trying to tear it's way out. "You're not human."

"No, I'm not." She agreed.

"And you never were human. Or a ghost."

"Partial credit. I do have to be human one day a century, so I have been human."

She was old. Shinichi, knew it in his gut. Older than just a few centuries, older than humanity. Okay, this was obviously a supernatural thing, maybe if he tried leaning into his ghostly instincts more he could-

And just like that he knew her. "Death."

“You got it!” She said, grinning like, well, like the opposite of everything his human side ever considered the spectre of death to be like. “I don’t usually talk with mortals, but you guys aren’t exactly mortals. People with one foot in my realm, but who I haven’t taken? It’s so cool!”

“Thanks,” Shinichi said, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

“Anyway, I was wondering if, since you’re in town, I was wondering if you could help me with a couple of ghosts I’m having trouble with.” “I’ll try, but I’m not Danny. Ran’s always been the better fighter between the two of us.”

“It’s not fighting,” Death assured him, “You see one of the died at a really weird time-”

Shinichi stood in front of the treehouse and sighed. They were in there, just like she said. The emotionless tears that fell from his eyes proved it. "Can we talk? Ghost to Ghosts?"

Two heads cautiously peered cautiously out the window. They apparently could mimic the living well enough to pass, but right now their eyes were just an empty white. Well, they were listening, at least. "I'm Shinichi Kudo, visiting from Japan, and I've been asked by a third party to discuss afterlife options with Charles Rowland."

"He's working with her." The blond boy hissed.

The brown haired one leaned out the treehouse window. "I told her, I'm not leaving without Edwin."

I couldn't take Edwin where Charles was supposed to go. And Charles didn't belong where Edwin was

"Did you ever wonder why she didn't press the issue at the time?"

"She was busy." Charles sounded defensive. "Someone kicked all the damned out of hell and they were mucking things up for the living. I'm sure I'm not the only person they killed."

That was...okay look Shinichi had gotten a lot better about ghosts existing, but he was not ready to deal with the fact that there was a couple of days where the worst of the dead walked among the living and it wasn't a global mass hallucination like he'd always thought.

"Death doesn't decide where people go. She's simply the end, not the destination after. She has no control over where the people she takes end up."

Did Edwin belong where Edwin was?

He thought he did

"You're detectives. Think. Don't you find it odd that the rest of Hell's residents were rounded up and returned, but not Edwin?"

��"What does that have to do with any-"

"She didn't want to take me back." Edwin whispered, cutting Charles off, his eyes wide with realization.

"Well, we can all agree you never going back there." Charles said in a huff.

"She didn't want to take me back." Edwin was firmer now. "But she could have. So if she wanted to get us, why didn't she?"

"From what she told me, souls need to be taken when they die. Edwin was taken. Charles wasn't. And that's causing problems. Well, maybe not causing, making it easier for problems to happen?" He was human, even if a ghostly one, and his brain flat out wasn't wired to understand some of what she'd apologetically tried to explain. "The point is, Charles needs to go to an afterlife. But that afterlife can be right here."

"If my afterlife can be right here, why do I need to be taken at all?" Charles challenged.

"I don't know." Shinichi huffed. "I'm a ghost, not a god. I don't know how the underpinnings of it all work. But I do know she doesn't hunt down ghosts. There are entire communities of us, and I don't know if you get the news, but you would not believe what they get up to in America."

"It's America." Edwin said in deadpan.

"Point." Shinichi smiled at the joke. "Look, she doesn't want to forcibly press the issue because your own perceptions affect it. So if you believe she's dragging you somewhere you don't want to be, that's where you'll end up. But it's been years and the hiccup of you not being taken is gaining size like a snowball going down the mountain. It's getting close to the point where she'll have to do something like it or not.

"And what's your role in all this?" Edwin questioned.

"Convenient Messenger." Shinichi shrugged. "You wouldn't stay still around her long enough to explain it, and might not have believed her if she did. And I can provide empirical proof that she doesn't mindlessly chase down ghosts to whisk them away to the afterlife." He paused considering. "Though as I said, she has no skin in the afterlife realms game. So if you see an entity trying to cajole you to their side of things? Not working for her, feel free to ignore."

The two heads disappeared into the treehouse and Shinichi waited for them to talk it over. Finally they poked back out. “You said you can prove there are other ghosts out there?”

“Sure.” Shinichi pulled out his phone and called a familiar number. “Dani-tan, it’s Shinichi. I’ve got a couple of ghosts here I need to convince other ghosts exist. No they are not in worse denial than I was, I’m trying to convince them that Shinigami doesn’t force ghosts to an other planar afterlife. I’ll pass you along.”

Shinichi levitated the phone up to the treehouse. Charles took it warily. A young girl with black hair waved at them from the screen. “First things first. Can you prove you’re a ghost?” Edwin asked. “Of course.” The girl reached into the neck of her hoodie and pulled out a necklace. She lifted it above her mouth and made a show of dropping it in. She swallowed it, then phased her hand through her torso and pulled it out. “Tada!” “Okay, that’s some proper ghosting. How many other ghosts do you know, especially ones that are older than Kudo?” Dani snorted. “Please. Shinichi is the babyest of baby ghosts. I’ve known more ghosts than living people, though that’s in the process of changing, and some of them are centuries old. I think Pandora is the oldest, she’s from Ancient Greece.”

“And none of them are worried about Death coming after them?” Charles asked. “Why, they’re already dead? Been there, done that. There are actual things to worry about, like Hunters with ectoplasmic weapons or other ghosts that have been around forever and have let their power outweigh their common sense. Have you really had no contact with other ghosts? We need to get you some friends! Anything else?”

“I think we’re good.” Edwin turned his attention to Charles as Dani hung up. “What do you think?”

“It seems like they’re telling the truth but…what if they’re not? What if it’s a trap to take me away?” “I don’t think it is. Kudo was right, if she managed to get all the souls back to hell just like that, there’s now way she couldn’t have just sent me back as well. And if she isn’t going to force me back to Hell, then she’s probably not going to force you somewhere else. And worse comes to worse, these past few decades? They were the best of my life.”

“Mine too.” Charles admitted. “And if I really am causing problems…I don’t want to be responsible for something like what happened to me to happen to anyone else.” He looked out the window. “I’m ready.”

“That’s great!” Shinichi jumped a few inches in the air, startled as Death appeared beside him as if she’s always been there. He hovered nervously for a second before setting his feet back on the ground.

Charles gulped and floated down, Edwin close on his heels. “So I just take your hand?” “Simple as that.” Death extended her hand as she'd done in the attic of St. Hilarion's and hesitantly Charles took it. The sound of wings filled the area around the treehouse and Charles was gone.

“No,” Edwin whispered, falling to his knees.

“He’ll be back,” Death promised. “He just needs a minute to sort himself out properly. But in the meantime there’s something you should know. Lucifer quit.”

Shinichi pinched the bridge of his nose and Edwin’s jaw dropped. “He can do that?”

“Apparently so.” Death smiled warmly. “And in his abdication he gave up everything. His lands, his followers. Everything that was his, everything that was ever given to him.”

“Including souls.” Edwin whispered.

“Being a ghost is a half step into the afterlife. You can certainly stay here, but you don’t have to. And if you and Charles ever decide to go further down the road? You never have to go back.”

“Edwin!!” And Charles was there, running up to his best friend. “I’m back! You were right and…I feel better. Like I was being weighed down a lot and I didn’t realized it until the weight was gone, you know?”

“I do,” Edwin agreed. “Thank you, both of you.”

“I’m glad we got this worked out, but I’ve got plenty to do. See you at the your next murder investigation.” Death waved and she was gone.

“This day has been so weird.” Shinichi grumbled. “Okay, do either of you have a cell phone?”

They looked blankly at him.

“Okay, we’re going to go into town and buy you guys a phone and figure out how we’ll get it charged. I’ll give you a few numbers, including my own, for people who can help you get used to things and get connected to other ghosts. Then I am going to curl up with my girlfriend and watch relaxing shows on Netflix.”

“You have a girlfriend!?”

Shinichi sighed. Japan was looking better and better.

#Ghost Writing #Phantom Detective #Detective Conan #Danny Phantom #Sandman #Dead Boy Detectives #I Blame the new Sandman series for reigniting my interest in Gaiman's work #I've always had a fondness for Charles Rowland and Edwin Paine and was so thrilled they got their own spinoff in Dead Boy Detectives #And I do think Edwin only ended up in Hell because he expected to after being sacrificed #Also that Death would find Halfas fascinating

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milkywaydrinker · 1 year

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Day 27. Pride

I need to make sure that everyone remembers they are friends.

She looked down at the round and colorful item in Barney’s outstretched palms. "Why are you showing me this?" Norma blinked in confusion. "I'm giving it to you. It's a gift." He pushed his hands closer to her, offering the pink, purple and blue pin to his friend. "I've made it myself." "Oh." She picked it up with care and promptly attached it to her bag. "Thank you. I'm not sure if I'm ready to walk around with a flag everywhere." "It's all right. I don't walk around with any either." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just thought, you know, since it's a new thing you just discovered about yourself…" He took a deep breath to steady himself and continued. "I thought back on how I felt when I realized I was gay and trans. How much I'd have loved to be able to express it in small ways. Just for self-affirmation and stuff." "I don't know what to say." She wiped the happy tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm just happy you like it." Barney smiled. "Can I get a hug?" Her eyes were still wet, and her voice was shaky, but the smile on her face couldn't be any more genuine. "Of course!" He opened his arms and let her in, lightly circling her shoulders. "Any time," he added when he felt her hug back.

#parkvember #dead end paranormal park #norma khan #barney guttman #they had no downtime to talk about it #i think barney would've been thrilled tbh

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thevelominati · 11 months

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I feel like I need to re-read it but my intial read was: no, thank you. Like, there are moments where Pepose seems to get the characters, but then the rest of the time it's just a total swing and a miss. The narration boxes just don't work, it's almost like Pepose is trying to lean into a Huston-esque portrayal of MK when the dramatism that Mackay's been leaning into just doesn't quite work with that. Yes, Marc is violent but that's not all there is. There are layers and depths to what he does and why he does it and Pepose just didn't really ... hit on any of those.

I'm also, like, really confused about his reading on the Badr-MK relationship. Maybe like, 10 issues or so ago in the Mackay run it'd have worked but not so much now .

Totally ignoring the existence of Greer lmfao

And I love Layla as a character but how she's been brought into the comics just doesn't quite work for me. I'm just really not sure on how we're supposed to read the importance of his relationship with Layla vs the importance of his relationships Marlene and Frenchie, and even Lisa! And the impact each of those has had on Marc and co. as a character and his personal development. It's just so weird to be told that Layla was so PIVOTAL to Marc's past and yet - for obvious reasons - that's not been shown once over the last forty-odd years of comics. There are ways to bring in a character and have them be important but, fam, this ain't it. This just ain't it.

GOD and "every night I try to forget". NO. the point is that Marc DOESN'T try to forget. he wants to make up for what he's done and that involves NOT forgetting what he's done. like, he kept hold of the files on both himself/his activities as a mercenary, his victims and the people he worked for FOR YEARS. he revisited them periodically in the Moench run, he re-visited them in the Huston/Benson run. He can't let himself forget what he's done!!

(Which is also part of why I'm not sure Layla's introduction quite works for me. The idea that her death led him to Bushman when it's always kind of been established that Marc was awful before Bushman and he didn't really need help into falling into questionable depths, and *then* his conscience was like LOL HOLD UP A MINUTE FAM.)

#moon knight #moon knight comics #wednesday spoilers #city of the dead #moon knight city of the dead #i was so excited for laylas introduction to the comics and i'm just #not thrilled with how its been handled #mcu synergy has never worked out for any of my favourite comics #im so scared for the end of mackays run now hahaha #rumours are city of the dead is a run-up for pepose taking over #and i dont want it

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bitbrumal · 1 year

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QUESTION @aalberich ↤ always accepting :: RANDOM ↩

kaeya ? trying to sit on ayaks’ lap right here, in the middle of the angels share ? to give him a kiss on the forehead ? well actually … yes.

AYAKS he slides his palms over the warm curve of kaeya’s rear; big, eager & possessive - yes. also denying just about everyone else their line of sight. some of them aren’t being subtle.

“aww, hmm...” the kneejerk usual bleeds into something softer, nude before the way this captain keeps feeding him bits of himself as if they’re simply his to eat. “you’re so sweet with me.” ( some obvious things deserve to be stated. )

a hitch in ayaks’ behaviour.

“how has your day been, sweetheart..?” the undercurrent is too low for the gentle melody of this murmur. he lifts a hand off mondt’s national treasure. “i know they work you hard.” & it’s not that his voice rises, exactly. “wanna unwind together? i’ll be sure to help you fall asleep~” speaking into little kisses, things so small & sugary as to brighten his insides with tight little sparks that bloom into sweeter, mellow things.

the creak of tendon & bone sounds from behind & below his lover. there are some other sounds from there too, but. who cares.

nose to nose in an eskimo kiss / cheek nuzzled along cheek for the endearment bred in his chest by one such as this. the dark blue of kaeya’s hair tickles his ear. the pits of his eyes greet pain with apathy. the bartender does not interfere.

when he growls it’s a safety blanket. “let’s go home, babe.”

#ic #rp ✦ the young lord(e)#aalberich #with: aalberich #this was old but i :pleading: i just thought it was cringe bc it kinda is but i am free #ayaks: casually crushes an errant hand so anyway babe want a snuggle by the fireplace? i am SO down #pro-tip: break stray hands in a tavern owned by ur lover's extremely protective brother & get away with it #if the drunkard ends up dead heyyy it wasn't ayaks lol it really wasn't #the ginger kaeya protection squad is real & alive & i am SO here for it #i just want our bizzarely sexy kaeya to be protected & Know It #what's the point in an international cirminal for a lover if u don't get the thrill of a broken hand here or there cmon now

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sirgal · 2 years

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anyways i know i promised starters a WHILE ago and i do plan to get to them sometime in the next couple of days but i also have some appointments AND unexpected errands now that i’m back in town, including getting my tire patched or replaced today since i returned home to it being ✨flat✨

#i also start work monday and i'm dead terrified #i just know my dad is so thrilled to have me back home for the number of hours he's ALREADY spent helping me get my shit together :))))#we spent all day yesterday picking up necessary shit for my new house and now he gets to figure out my tire situation with me today #maybe i'll rewatch some of galavant too bc my mom and i didn't end up watching it :((((

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nkogneatho · 5 months

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when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

#uhm yeah so here's a thought i suppose #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #jjk drabbles

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shapeshiftershenaniganary · 9 months

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Similar thought to my one abt the Desolation, but I was thinking abt the Hunt

Mostly bc it never rly clicked with me. Like obviously I get the idea of carnal bloodlust or whatever it just never quite hit home like some of the other ones

Anyways I was thinking abt the Corruptions association with love. Which I ADORE, btw. Like my issue with the Lonely/memory loss was more of a personal one, but the Corruption's alignment with fucked-up love is actually rly fun and I'm so glad they did that.

But there's a lot of thematic parallels to the Hunt in there, too. A self-destructive self-continuation that hurts you both and yet is the reason you both live, in spite of the other. The host and the parasite, the prey and the predator. The Corruption loves you so much it festers. The Hunt loves you so much that it keeps chasing.

#chattering #tma #I was especially thinking abt Daisy's thoughts on the subject #how she loved the Hunt but not necessarily the 'kill'#(she did kill people and I'm aware of this I'm trying to keep with the predator/prey analogy pls dont @ me)#She loved the chase. All the Hunters do. But it's a self-ending cycle #In order to have a Hunt #there must be someone TO hunt #the hunted #and theres just so much to have fun with there #the Hunt LOVES its prey #the prey are what make it possible #and thrilling #and everything that was ever worth anything #and the Hunt cannot stop until every single thing it could possibly kill is dead and gone #It's such a messy ouroboros that no one can ever fully benefit from and that is soooo fun.#also the hunt literally screams love-aligned like. having a “reason” is so crucial to last bit of the Archives #and the Hunt is literally ALL “reasons”#You are the reason I keep going #And it will ruin us both

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velvetydream · 4 months

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꒰ :🥀 [ Deer in headlight ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : You've been in the hotel for a while now yet one mistery you never uncovered, where that ears atop his head or hair? So you made it your mission to touch them and figure out if they are indeed ears.. and maybe a discover a matching tail to the ears?

Pairing : Alastor x Reader

Word count : 3025 Words

Genre : Fluff, Slightly suggestive near the end

Warnings ➵ Possessive and out of character Alastor

Part 2 -> < Like a deer in headlight >

a/n : I wanna pat his head and ears so badly, they look so fluffy and when they move around and are pressed to his head? I'm crying-

Also I wasn't able to find that scene as a gif so I made it myself `^` Why that scene? Bcs his ears layed back on his head look absolutely adorable!

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It's bugging you. Keeping a watching gaze on those fluffs atop a certain red-haired head, while you sat at the bar beside Angel who was in a conversation with Huskers, which you don't pay any more attention to. You were drawn in by the man sitting on the couch so carelessly while reading a newspaper.

They had to be ears right? They did move depending on his mood, even if not a lot.. But maybe it was also just his hair and not ears? If it were ears did he also have a tail? Ears and tail would make sense, seeing how he from time to time had smaller or bigger antlers atop his head, especially the big ones in his demon form.

"Are you even listening sweets?" Angels face appeared in front of your own now, twitching together a slight bit of surprise, your head turns to the two demons now and away from a certain deer demon. "Sorry.. I was spacing out a slight bit." You apologize to Angel now, Husk raising an eyebrow as he and Angel had noticed where your attention was diverted to. "Figured sweets, looked like you were eating smiles up with you eyes." Angel sends you a smirk, but you immediately start to shake your head, this wasn't what Angel was having on his mind right now. "I was wondering.. are those ears?" A gasp could be heard from Husk, Angel looking over his shoulder now to analyze Alastor's ears. The white spider was humming a bit, as he was debating whether they were ears or not, but Husker was already looking at you bewildered. "Don't even dare try anything, the last person to try and touch them was dead before they even got close." Now this was beginning to sound interesting, was Alastor this strange about it? If it was hair he wouldn't mind that much right? Well aside from the fact that he overall didn't enjoy being touched if it didn't come from his side or was allowed by him. But if they were ears.. were they sensitive? Was that why he didn't want anyone to touch them and.. did he have a matching tail? A cute little fluff of a deer tail?

Husk saw the gears in your head turning and speeding up, he grabbed both your cheeks as he turned your face to his, his eye staring into yours. "Don't you dare think about anything stupid, do you hear me?" Rolling your eyes, you pushed his hands away. Even though he was grumpy most of the time, you and Husk liked the company of one another, you two were quite good friends by now, so it made you a bit happy how he warned you and worried. But.. it was just thrilling to know, too noisy for your own good. "He won't kill me Husk, I'm his favorite!" Jumping from your seat, Husk lets out a groan, as you stride over to Alastor who is still busy reading the newspaper.

"Alastor! I got a question!" Jumping on the couch beside Alastor, you turn your body to him fully, one leg under you as your arm rests on the backside of the couch. Folding his newspaper together again, he lays it on the coffee table before looking at you. "Well of course my dear, go on ahead and ask whatever your heart desires to know!" He was talking and acting like a gentleman, giving you his full attention the second you addressed him and sat down beside him. "I was wondering for a while.. are those ears or is that your hair?" You were now pointing at his head, a smile still evident on his face, yet it somehow strained the slightest bit with irritation at your question. Huskers in the back was probably already fearing for your life. "Oh my dearest what a straightforward question, but I do fear I cannot answer you this. But do not worry your pretty little mind, maybe someday you will know." A soft pat was on your head, as the radio demon got up and made his way who knows where in quick strides.

"Oh no.. I know that face." Huskers was going crazy right now, the face you were making was one he knew oh so well, one that screamed > the game is on, I will win <. You were going to make this a game for sure, Husker was just praying the hotel would not be destroyed afterward.

The first thing now was to figure out if they really were ears, because if they were, you were so going to extant this self-proclaimed game of yours, to touching them.

"Oh Niffty my darling!" Shouting for the little psycho now, she jumps out of a room, a roach stuck on her little needle-like knife. She was a strange one no one understood, but still lovely and.. quite close to Alastor. "Niffty my dearest, you're very close to Alastor right? Do tell me, are those atop his head ears? Of course, you will get paid too for your information." Holding up a bag of alive insects and roaches, how you got them? Rather not ask, it was annoying and disgusting. Niffty was almost in an instant reaching for the bag, but you pulled it out of reach for her, reminding her what you wanted in return. "He told me how that part was sensitive and I should be careful, never told me if they were ears or not, but they have been pressed to his head a few single times when really irritated.. Now give me the bag!" Snatching the bag from you and running off with maniac-like laughter, she was crazy for sure. But did give you very useful information. Knowing the fact that he said they were sensitive, it makes you even more sure they were ears and pressed to his head when irritated? Yes, ears for sure.

Thats one check-point on your list done, now to the harder part touching them.. and figuring out if he has a tail too before he kills you for touching the ears!

Retreating to your room for now, you get out a notebook and scribble down some ideas of plans on how to touch them, but none of them seem really clever, so your notebook is quickly thrown against the wall out of frustration. A knock echoed through your room shortly after. "I heard a thump and wanted to make sure you were okay, you seem stressed.." Charlie entered your room, as you just slumped back against your pillows. Explaining to her what was bothering you, how you confirmed your theory that Alastor indeed has ears, but that you're now lost at how to be able to touch them. "You could just ask him! I'm sure a quick touch won't bother him!" Charlie was right.. If you would only take a second to touch them, just to feel them, he would agree, right? Thanking Charlie, you quickly make your way to Alastor's radio tower, this time of day he was usually busy writing his script for the following broadcast.

"Enter my dear!" His voice invited you, as he lifted his head to look at you. "What gives me the pleasure of your visit darling?" Pen still in his hand, his attention now on you though. Walking over to him, you look down at him, an unusual sight thinking of how he was normally taller than everyone and towering over them - well only exception might be Angel. "May I touch your ears? Just a second! I'll be quick!" Unnoticeable Alastor's eye twitched slightly from irritation, this topic again, you were not going to let it go, were you? "My dearest, I think I already told you to leave it, beside I never confirmed nor denied if your suspicions were correct." Head leaning on his palm now, as he was watching you, it was clear that if you were going to press on even further, he would get mad, but you didn't care. "I figured thanks to some information from someone, it won't be long! Just a soft touch! Just a second!" Now his eye twitched visibly, his hand raised and with a snap of his fingers, you were outside the door again, as you heard a click of the door being locked. Guess this didn't work.. Next plan.

Apparently, it would be harder than you thought to touch his ears. The first plan failed miserably. Currently, you are enjoying some tea with Rosie, maybe she could help you. Rosie was an old friend of Alastor, they were indeed quite close so perhaps? "Oh my dear, I have to disappoint you, our good Alastor hates getting them touched, he never let anyone near them and if, they were not able to talk about it afterward." So Rosie could also not help you, your ears peeking up now though as Rosie let out a thinking hum. "Perhaps, you could try and bribe him.. He does favor this one place in our town, it's rather expensive but, I can give in a good word for you, I do want to know how he reacts to you, his little darling touching them." Finally, some progress, though you didn't dare ask more about how Rosie had called you > his little darling < that would be for another time.

So with Rosie's help, you get his favorite meal for a good price as you make your way back to the hotel and immediately to Alastor's room. After knocking, his voice invites you in, which you gladly accept. "Oh, my dear Alastor! I got you food from your favorite place~!" In an almost sing-song voice, you announce that you got a meal for him. Now you finally saw it for the first time clearly, his ears perking up before his head turns to you with excitement. "Oh my dearest, you didn't have to!" As he was reaching out, just like before with Niffty, you pulled it out of his reach. "It wasn't cheap so.. how about as a thank you, you let me touch your ears?" The object of your current obsession now turned back, a slight scowl on Alastor's face, while still wearing his usual smile, though it was rather tight. "If that was all you wanted dearest please enjoy the meal yourself, I do not want it for those conditions." Was he for real right now? One you wouldn't eat this because.. it was in no way your preference and second you were only asking for a small touch. Rubbing them once, then you would, probably, never ask him ever again. Rolling your eyes, you push the food into his hands, you know he hasn't eaten yet, he tends to forget. "Eat it but don't think I will give up!" Storming out of his room now, his ears going back to normal, would you be behind him right now and his coat off, you would definitely see his little tail swishing from side to side.

Another failed attempt, your head now lying on Angels lap, as you both were bored in the foyer of the hotel. How could it be that no plan works? Was he despised by the idea of people touching his ears? Or maybe it hurt him? But then he wouldn't have allowed Niffty so many times to put stuff on his head and near his ears, like little self-made crowns or even flowers.

"Still no luck sweets? Maybe you should drop it, whiskers by now also absolutely going crazy worried about what your next plan will be." Angel was patting your head softly, running his fingers through your hair, your legs dangling off the side of the couch. "I really want to touch them, he just won't let me.." A small pout on your lips now, brows arched together in irritation. Over the last few days, you were breaking your head over what you could try next, but nothing really came to your mind. "Say, Angel.. your fluff is also a zone from your spidery traits, right? Would you let someone touch it?" Looking up at Angel now, he raised his eyebrows because you knew a lot of people were touching his fluff, but he figured out what you meant. "I would, because it doesn't do anything to me really, it barely tickles when someone goes too deep into it." It tickles? That was interesting, maybe Alastor's ears were also ticklish and that's why he didn't want them touched. To your surprise Angel pulled your hand to and into his fluff now, you never touched it like this. It was so soft, you bet Angel would make an amazing cuddle buddy. "See? It does nothing, but I know some others like me or smiles, who feel more on their animal traits, take whiskers for example, he wanted to cut off my hands the moment I yanked his tail once when I was drunk." You never knew that, that happened, interesting, you would definitely ask for more details of this story another time. Thinking about it now Husk would also probably not let you touch his ears or tail.

What you didn't notice was a certain demon sneaking into the hotel, watching you touch Angels fluff with stern eyes.

"Dearest!" Alastor was calling from behind you, as you made your way out of your room. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?" Alastor didn't say anything, but simply opened your door again and pushed you inside of your room, closing the door behind him. "Let's make a deal, you have to do something and in return I let you touch them." Your eyes sparking up now.. He was coming to you with a deal for touching his ears? And it wasn't for your soul?! This was probably the best day ever! "Sure whatever you want! Tell me! Now!" Your excitement couldn't be contained anymore.

"You are allowed to touch them once, in return you will never ever touch any other ones animal trait again." Huh? Your eyes blinked a few times as your brain registers his words. He asked you to never touch other's traits again? Did he mean because of you touching Angels fluff the other day? Did he see that? And why did it matter to him? Your brain was trying to puzzle together right now what this meant. "Wait.. I'm allowed to touch them once? No no no.. I'm allowed to touch them whenever I want, in return I won't touch others traits ever again." Holding your hand out with a determined expression now, Alastor's eye twitched again, but he still ended up shaking your hand, green lighting up from your hands for a second, but disappearing again after a second.

"Now.." A smirk played on your lips, as you took slow steps over to the demon, who was watching you closely. He lowered his head slightly for you to reach his head. Hands stopping an inch before his ears, fingers twitching to finally feel his ears. And finally all your advances and failed plans paid off. His ears were soft, the hair.. fur? On them soft, probably softer than his hair. They were rather warm, slightly moving against your fingers. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss against them, a gasp echoing from the demon they belonged to. Who knew all you had to do for him to agree was to slightly rile him up with jealousy?

"O-Okay! Enough!" Pulling back now, he was looking down at you again now. And what a sight he was right now. A sight you had never seen before. His face was bright red, as his ears stood tall in alert now, eyes wide and mouth despite smiling slightly agape by shock, probably of how much he actually liked it. "The deal was I could touch them whenever I wanted!" Looking at him with the best pout you could muster up now. Eye squinting a slight bit at you, before he could react, you grabbed his coat by the front, pulling him to your bed. "I will enjoy this now for as long as I want, I waited weeks and after all these failed attempts!" Fingers back on his ears now, softly running them over the fur, a cateful tug on them had the radio demon himself gasping, before biting his lip while trying to retain his signature smile. Wondering just how far you could go with this, till he might even pass out.

After hours, you finally stopped down to softly patting his hair, running your fingers through his hair. Leaning against the headboard, Alastor rested his head on your shoulder, visibly tired from you toying with his ears, now enjoying the contrast of your soft pats on his head.

"Does it feel weird? Or hurt?" Looking down at him now, you didn't even think of asking if it hurt him. Chuckling at how you're worrying for him now after hours of playing and patting his ears. "Do not worry your pretty little head love, I was so opposed to it because it's quite the opposite. It feels good, too good even sometimes." That explains his reactions a lot, his breath was rather hard when you were playing with them, and his face was crimson red at some point. If someone barged in to see him like this, they would have probably been dead by now. "Makes sense so.. do you have a matching tail?" At that his body tenses up, oh how you loved teasing him. But before you could take a peak under his coat, he was up on his feet and out of the room. This would be a fun new mission.

Angel couldn't help but cackle at the way Alastor stormed through the foyer and out of the hotel, absolutely disheveled. Husker just let out a breath when you joined them at the bar, though it stocked again when you told them of your newest plan of the radio demon and his deer tail. The radio demon probably already dreading your attempts and how he knew, he would in the end enjoy this just as much as he enjoyed you patting his ears.

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