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wtfchris45 · 1 month

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Short Story I made

The night wind blew through the broken window, bringing to her both a cold chill and the sweet smell of rot. She hadn’t seen Mother for two days. She had hardly moved for two days. How could she? Paralyzed by fear as she was. She recalled when she left. How cold her touch was, how distant, how uncaring. Evelyn, she had said, Stay put, don’t move, not until I come back. And what else could she have done but listen to her? One wrong move, one out of place word, and what had happened to Amber would surely happen to her.

Thinking of it reminded her of Amber’s presence, just a few feet away from her. Her thin limbs tangled together unnaturally, and her auburn hair was matted and sticky. Her sharp nose had been broken and the bruises that had bloomed on her pale skin were horrifyingly alluring. Maggots crawled through the hole in her head, wriggling and squirming. Evelyn felt her gaze wander to her eyes. She had already found her eyes caught in Amber’s unseeing blue ones multiple times these past few days, and had been stuck in heart wrenching terror each time. Only able to look away when the loud scrambles of rats throughout the empty house awakened her from her stupor. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes to the dusty floor.

Her stomach panged with a sharp hunger. She hadn’t eaten since the day Mother left, and her brain screamed at her to eat eat eat. Her stomach roiled and rumbled, tossing and turning, aching with grief. But how could she move? Her body had been immobilized since Mother had put her in the corner. Since Mother had gone too far. Since Amber had screamed and thrashed and howled and cried. Since her head had burst open and bled and bled and bled and bled and. STOP! She squeezed her eyes shut tight tight tight and breathed deep. She needed to be logical. She couldn’t just stay here until she died from starvation, or from the rats and maggots eating her alive.

She didn’t have many options. Her house was deep into the woods, far from the bustling city. And even if it was closer, when she thought of leaving the house, her heart clenched, terrifyingly deep anxiety broiled deep in her bones, in every fiber of her being. She could count the amount of times she had left her home on one hand, and Mother had been with her each time. She mentally scratched that idea away. She knew she couldn’t find any food in the house, her mother had hardly fed her, even before she had left. She didn’t have to check to know the cupboards were empty, nothing but crumbs remaining. She also knew there would be no luck getting water from the taps. The water had been shut off half a year ago, when Mother had a falling out with her boyfriend and he stopped paying her bills for her.

And how could she even stand up? Her body quaked with weakness, and her head felt so heavy. Perhaps she could resign herself to her death. It wouldn’t be so bad, she supposed, she would be back with Amber, and she wouldn’t ever have to feel this terrible thirst, this harsh hunger. Most of all, she wouldn’t have to feel this severe fear, the terrible urge to live, when everything wants her dead.

The brush of something warm and fuzzy against her dirt smudged hand brought her back, forcing a shriek from her lips. It was the first noise she had made in days, and pain that erupted from her dry throat made her wheeze. She drew her hand close to her thin body, as the rat lost interest and scurried back to its main course, Amber. She paused, as a thought so gruesome and crude crept into the deepest paths of her mind. You’re going crazy, she thought, even as she scooted the tiniest inch forward. There are other options, you could kill a rat instead for Christ's sake! There's no need to go this far! But her rational mind was hushed by this ferocious hunger. All consuming, it raged through her body. She felt as though her very skin was vibrating with this glorious need, this cruel want. This violating pulse pulled her closer to the corpse, and she inhaled its tantalizing smell. It was a pungent scent, and it was clear the days of lying out had turned the meat rancid. A musty putrid smell enveloped the dead body, and the maggots had given it an earthy twinge.

Still she crept closer, her head pounding, she felt all her previous fear and grief leave her. Stricken as she was with this desire to feed, to live. She reached out a hand, and paused once again, noticing how similar their pale hands were. How delicate. What was she doing? This was her sister, this was a human being. A living, breathing, thinking person. But that was the thing, wasn’t it? Amber was dead. This corpse in front of her wasn’t Amber. It didn’t smile with all its teeth. It didn’t stay up late, whispering tales of escape to the night. This bag of meat didn’t love her. It wasn’t Amber. It was her way out. A cure for her dilapidating body. A way to live, to carry on. And that’s what Amber would have wanted, right?

She found herself at a shocking distance of six inches from her meal. The buzzing of flies droned in her ears, drowning out her conscience. The question emerges, which part to eat? The arms would be stringy and tough, the calves too decayed. The brain was filled with maggots, and the stomach was too fatty. Ah…but the thighs. They were in good condition, far from the maggots breeding in her brain, and they still looked about the same as they did when she was alive, if a little purplish in color. So she reached out, resolved.

The first thing she noticed was how cold it was, chilled by the cold autumn night. Then how easy the skin peeled away. It was chillingly simple. Her nails dug into the flesh like peeling the flesh off a ripe peach, and it was just as juicy. To her surprise, a few of the maggots had made their way into the pile of flesh she now held in her hands. They squirmed through the meat, eating their fill. The meat itself was a deep maroon, but it had a sickening green tinge to it that would make her stomach turn, if it hadn’t already been wrecked by hunger. So sick was her ambitious desire, so wicked was the madness that now consumed her, that she could not give another thought to her moral dilemma. She took no pause or hesitation when she leaned forward and bit into her savior.

And oh, how blissful it was. The meat was sweet and delectable, with a hint of bitterness. The feeling compared to having tasted the most forbidden of fruits, and having come out the other side with all the knowledge in the world. She felt ravenous. She bit into the flesh like a feral animal, shaking and snarling. Each bite she took she felt the crunch of a maggot, and in her mouth she could feel the trashing. The blackish blood ran in rivulets down her chin, and when she had finished, she furiously licked her face and hands clean, uncaring of the dirt that had previously coated her skin.

She continued to eat until the thighs were gone, then she moved down the legs, undeterred by the rot that coated her tongue. Finally, after what could have been hours or seconds, she was full. Shakily, she stood. Despite having eaten her fill, her stomach still beat against her, aching and convulsing with nausea. She weakly walked to the shattered window and leaned out of it. All at once, her stomach erupted from within, and out came all she had worked so hard to keep. Tears streamed down her face as she expelled every piece of corpse she had eaten. When she was finished, she stayed there, sobbing. Her cries flooded out into the night air, shrieking and wailing in despair. Such a heart wrenching cry it was, falling from her lips, that the world seemed to stop moving, for how desperate it was, it could only fill all that heard it with grief.

At once, Evelyn stopped, and sat and breathed heavily. She pushed herself away from the window and led herself back to her corner. She almost fell into it, and sat still for a long while, left in a state of repose. She slowly felt her eyes slip shut, and fell into a restless sleep. What a terrible sleep it was that she fell into, haunted by nightmares. She saw her sister, vengeful and bloodthirsty, chasing her fervently. She saw her Mother coming back to finish the job. She saw Amber rip out her heart and force it into her mouth, making her chew and swallow. All these things and more plagued her dreams, and she awoke screaming. She panted, feeling horrified. Was this punishment for her wicked deed? She felt tears spring to her eyes, and squeezed them shut.

This was how her next few days were spent, eating much and sleeping little. So much she wished to avoid the dreams that haunted her at night, she barely let herself rest. Her mind became fuzzy, and soon even her days were tormented by these wretched visions. So terrible these dreams were, she couldn’t stand it. They enveloped her thoughts, controlled her every action. How could one survive this torment? She fought sleep every moment, but eventually, she succumbed.

This dream was worse than all the others. She found herself deep in a moonlit forest, Amber standing beside her. Rotten blood spilled from her eyes, in a poor imitation of tears. The blood covered her chin, and streamed down to her white nightgown. Her stance was stable, despite the chunks missing from her legs. Evelyn felt herself take a step back, and her heart stopped. It was as though Amber had reached into her chest cavity and squeezed her heart tightly until it popped. Evelyn found that she would prefer that fantasy compared to what Amber actually did.

Her sister's mouth popped open with a sickening crack, and out came a warbled scream. Words spilled from her mouth like she had been holding them in for years. She begged to be put to rest, begged to be freed from this terrible inbetween. Evelyn could do nothing but cover her ears and run from her, but around and around her sister chased her through the unending forest. How much hatred must her dearest Amber feel for her now? How much anguish had she been put through because Evelyn was selfish? Evelyn stumbled, and fell to the pine covered ground. Her knee ached with pain, but she forced herself to stand, to keep running.

Her sister followed her for what must have been hours, before she came across a house. Her house. Evelyn's heart pounded. She ran inside, spotting her corner. She stumbled past the corpse and curled up in her spot, keeping her ears covered. But the spirit wouldn’t shut up, it just screamed and screamed and screamed. Evelyn just wanted quiet, she just wanted to put an end to this weighted guilt.

Suddenly, violently, she slammed her head against the wall behind her. The blood roared in her ears, and gushed out her head, but again and again she slammed her head against the now red wall. Eventually, the screaming stopped, and all that she could hear was the ringing in her ears. Her eyes felt heavy and she could feel the warm, sticky wetness of blood trail from her head. She couldn’t tell if she was awake yet, or if she was still trapped in her nightmare. Or was it another hallucination? She couldn’t find it in her to care now. She was so, so tired. She brought her heavy head down to the floor, and laid there. She didn’t move. She didn’t move when she felt the flies land on her head. She didn't move when she heard the scrambling of rats by her feet. She didn’t move when she felt her eyes slip shut, and felt her breath run short. Then she stopped breathing altogether. And in that house, alone in the woods, there now lay two corpses with holes in their heads, all alone, with no one to put them to rest but the flies and rats.

#short story #horror #cannibalism tw #she is not okay #cw: gore #mmm tasty #crunchy mom lifestyle #fiction #literature #story

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starii-lins · 8 months

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TW CANNIBALISM (unrealistic tho)

day 18: cannibalism

based off a moment in a dnd campaign i ran w my friends :3

#my art #dnd #dungeons and dragons #oc #cannibalism #goretober #tw cannibalism #mmm human #idk wht else to tag

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femmegalatea · 8 months

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victor spiraling into a nightmare where cheesedrew forces him to eat him…hands push his head to prompt him into feeding from cheesedrew, which he does when realizing that he has no way out. he eats, eats and eats his lover through tears and sobs while he’s comforted by the ‘fake andrew’, but before he knows it the other doesnt have to force him into more. hes biting more into delicious body, getting a mouthful of vanilla cake. eating more because andrew just tastes so, so good to the point where he cant stop himself any longer. he’ll apologize later. it was all just so good.

like i said, its just a nightmare :3 he wakes up with his lover snoozing across him, still in his own world. but that wont stop the thoughts of devouring andrew from escaping his mind!!

#cw: cannibalism #sort of #vicdrew #mmm cak #cakedrew!!

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experimentfae · 5 months

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Alastor x Wife! Reader

Oneshot / fluff

After you and alastor had moved into the hotel to “help.” Let’s just say that the rest of the hotel residents saw pda all. The. Time.

Vaggie watched as alastor kissed your hand again! “Sweet satan can those two get a room already that’s literally the seventh time he kissed her hand.” She grumbled out “aw come on vaggie you have to admit it’s sweet seeing love like that’s down here, it’s rare, except our love of course.” Stated Charlie.

“I get it, we get like that, but the difference is that we do it SOMETIMES they do it EVERY TIME they have the chance.” She Argued “and besides I just really don’t like that radio dipshit.” “Oh please you don’t like anyone attached to a dick.” Angel dust butted in while he laid on the other couch busy looking at his phone.

Vaggie could only roll her eyes in response “well I think our pda is not of your concern.” Spoke alastor with a smug look which made everyone except you jump a little “satan’s asshole do you always have to come out like that?!” Argued angeldust “it’s more entertaining to watch all of you jump in a little scare.” Alastor replied proud of himself to make them a little scared.

“Dear even if it was quite hilarious we can’t do that to them all the time… it wouldn’t be entertaining anymore like that.” You advised him while you walked towards him to be next to him. “You’re right my dear, wouldn’t wish that.”

“Yep a match made in hell.” Grumbled out husk then he continued to take his beer “husk is right my dear we the perfect pair.” “I don’t think that’s what he meant sorta, but we are perfect for each other.” Just then you looked to see the clock then you let out a gasp “oh Al we don’t want to be late for our dinner reservations.” You stated, “oh yes, we must get ready.”

With a simple snap of his finger’s you and alastor were completely dressed “what’s up with the getup?” Angeldust questioned “it’s our anniversary, so we going to the cannibal colony to alastor’s favorite restaurant.” You smiled “wait you’re a cannibal too.” Vaggie asked in shock “well… I did try demon meat and it’s not that bad.” You answers shrugging your shoulders “so that’s a yes? Or … no?” Charlie questioned further “mmm yeah I believe so.” You answered again.

“Huh didn’t take you for a cannibal.” Spoke husk “yeah have you ate another’s man pecker and Al if she did would you be ok with that?” Questioned angeldust “absolutely not.” You both answered “enough with the questions we must hurry (y/n).” Demanded alastor “goodb- you didn’t get to finish you’re farewell due to alastor, once again he snapped his fingers and you were at the restaurant.

“Thankfully my love we made it on time.” Alastor spoke while he grabbed your hand and guided you inside the restaurant. A host was at the front seeming to writing something “welcome to the FedOnPals how may- when he looked up he immediately panicked “T-The alastor by hen smiled wider “yes me the radio demon and my lovely wife!” Alastor stated proudly also just because you knew he was an attention whore so he wanted others to know he was there.

Of course some of the cannibals in the restaurant seemed nervous. “Well- yes um of course I see you’re name on the list so… let me b-bring to your table.” The man said clearly wanting to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

Of course you two got the best seats in the house “a waiter will be with you shortly very… shortly p-promise.” The host immediately left with only made alastor chuckle “I do love the perks of being an overlord.” “Aw even more than me?” You teased with a smirk, he smiled wider “no dear you know I can’t love anything more than you.”

You smiled “I love the outfits you picked for us by the way very classy.” “Of course, only the best for my wife.” Just then a waiter came in “hello I’m Mindy and I’ll have your orders.” The demoness spoke as she gave you two the menus.

As the demoness left you two picked out your orders, ate, alastor paid then you two left to go to a jazz club to dance “oh honey you rembered my favorite spot.” You spoke with pure joy “I could never forget, besides our love for jazz is how we meet.” You smiled brighten as you pecked his cheek making him lightly blush “adorable.” “Me? adorable!? dear don’t joke like that.” Alastor demanded making you laugh “oh honey alright just having a little fun.”

Alastor opened the door for you, the song ‘lets misbehave’ by Irving Aaronson filled you’re ears “oh that’s a good song.” You stated, you thanked alastor and went through and he went after you.

You immediately dragged him to the dance floor which he happily let you, both you begin doing the Charleston funny enough this song always reminded you have alastor.

He then brought you into the foxtrot dance, you both looked into each others eyes that are filled with love. He the suddenly gave you a kiss making you blush but immediately kiss back.

You two continued dance, happy to in each others arms and having a loving relationship and knowing that you two where always will be inseparable.

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coryosbaby · 3 months

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You fog up my brain, you make me insane… Hannibal Lecter x fem! Reader

Synopsis: examining your shared obsession

content warning . 18+, MDNI oral fixations, codependency, heavy biting kink, mentions of cannibalism. Blood, teeth, and body worship

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Hannibal opens his mouth for her whenever she asks. Nimble, soft padded fingertips touch the tip of his tongue and move even further. Over his teeth, the expanse of his gums. She rubs her tongue over her own canines in retaliation. The urge to bite into him is so incredibly chastising.

She almost does it, a few times. When his throat is close, she leaves a few marks. Her teeth sink into him and leave a clear indent, though she vows never to reveal muscle, blood, or bone. Her hands run through his hair, and she douses her own in his shampoo when she’s in the shower. His nails are clipped short; she bites hers clear down to the nub. He tells her to kiss him, and she does— teeth biting his lip, tongue roaming that mouth she loves oh so much. Close to drawing blood, but not quite.

Until he tells her to. One mindless, rainy night, her body is sprawled out on top of his, thighs on either side of his hips. The ribbon in her hair is the only thing you could consider covering her. And him, the rings adorning his fingers. His bare chest is enticing, and she leaves sweet lipstick prints along the skin. He soothes her heated neck with his hand, proving coolness and relief. She runs her blunt nails through the hair peppering his chest.

“I want to crawl inside your skin and never leave.” She mumbles, her face nuzzling him.

He doesn’t find this to be scary, or vile. He feels exactly the same way, and nods along. He trails a finger up her hip and back down again.

“I would let you,” and then, as his nose moves up to nuzzle her own, “you’re special.”

Her lashes flutter and she sighs in content. His arms wrap around her back and he pulls her down to his lips. When he kisses her, it’s on the cheeks, forehead, and nose.

“My special girl.”

A small smile, pouty lips kissing him right back. She grabs his much larger hand into her own, presses his wrist to her lips and feels the heartbeat underneath the skin.

He licks his lips and guides her hand to his torso, settling right above his navel.

“Bite me here,” he murmurs, and she lets out a tiny squeak.

“What?”

“Here. Bite me here, I want to feel your teeth.”

She can never deny him, and she would never dare question him. She moves lower so her head is face to face with his waist. Her teeth scrape against his flesh, tasting sweat and skin.

Hannibal. She tastes Hannibal.

She bites, hard. The older man below her lets out a groan, feeling her break the skin and draw red rivulets of blood, finally.

She’s no vampire, of course. But his blood fills something in her— a completion. A promise.

When she pulls away, her teeth are red. The large indentation on his skin makes her rut down against his thigh. Her fingers slip against the wound as she adjusts— a happy little accident. She presses them into his mouth and feels the soft expanse of his tongue and his teeth. He stares up at her as he sucks them. He releases them from his mouth with a lewd pop, inhaling through his teeth. She tilts her head, almost in awe of him.

“You’re beautiful.” she says timidly.

He smiles softly.

“And you’re perfect, you know,” he replies. “Anyone would be a fool not to worship you, darling.”

Heat creeps up her neck, and when the man reaches up to tug the pink ribbon out of her hair, she whines.

“It took me forever to do my hair like this!” she exclaims.

“Mmm..” Hannibal replies, and looks at her hair, as if examining. “I already ruined it when I was fucking you, don’t you think?”

She flushes. The man below her begins wrapping the ribbon around her head. Her brows furrow, but not before they’re raising as he slips the ribbon into her mouth and gags her with it.

“Need to muzzle you good, don’t I? Since you love biting me so much.”

He watches the way her drool begins soaking through the fabric. Seeing her distraught face, he coos, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweet girl. But you need to be controlled, disciplined,” and then, “You know I only want what’s best for you.”

She whimpers, hips grinding down onto his crotch. He’s hard now, leaking and ready to slip inside her, and that he does. Spreading her cheeks apart, his tip probes her already filled hole. He had fucked her an hour before, filled her to the brim with his seed, and now he intends to do it again.

He sheathes inside in one go. Her eyes roll back, clit throbbing as he flattens his feet on the bed and thrusts up. Her body falls forward, causing him to bury his face into her collarbone, and he grunts against her. She feels something sharp against her shoulder— teeth.

He bites down, hard. She lets out a yell, feeling him sink into her skin. He has surely drawn blood, because when he pulls away his lips are stained red.

“See?” He asks her, licking his lips. “Now we match, lover. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

Tears fall down her cheeks, and she nods. It is perfect.

It’s even more perfect when Hannibal uses the strength of his hips to turn the girl onto her back. She lets out a mewl, and with his cock still in her, Hannibal grabs her roughly by her thighs as he’s on his knees. Her back arches as he pulls her legs over his own, fucking her down onto his thick length. He grabs the soft expanse of her waist, grunting as he watches her tits jiggle with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he breathes, as she squirms underneath him. “Such an obedient girl for me.”

She doesn’t know where to put her hands, so with her most basic instinct she presses them on top of Hannibal’s own. He grabs them, holding them against her skin and cooing.

“I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

These words comfort her, bring a relief to her fuzzy brain, and she needs him closer. Closer, closer, closer.

She pulls his hands towards her, signaling for him to move. He moves forward, pressing himself against her body.

“I don’t want to crush you,” he says, and she bites her lip.

“I do.”

He does anything she asks, really. He puts all of his weight on her, lets her nails rake down his back and draw blood. She sinks her teeth into him more, rubs the blood on her lips and kisses him. He licks into her mouth and when he pulls away it’s so he can spit onto her tongue. She swallows it greedily, her heels pressing into his hips as he pounds her mercilessly. One hand moves to her clit, rubbing it deftly between his fingers, and his other hand goes to her throat, which he lightly squeezes.

“Look at you,” he praises, watching her lidded eyes. “So pretty and pliant for me. So beautiful.”

“Hanni—“ she starts, but it’s cut off as her orgasm rapidly approaches. “I’m gonna cum—“

“Cum for me,” Hannibal growls. “Cum for me, gorgeous. Fucking soak me.”

That’s all the command she needs. She seizes up, whimpers loudly as she reaches her peak, her eyes rolling back as she cries out his name. Hannibal watches with a small smile, but not before the clenching of her orgasming cunt has his mouth falling open as he gives two final, harsh thrusts. He spills into her with his teeth on her neck, fucks his cum into her, warm and wet.

She milks him for all he has. Her cunt takes his spend greedily, spilling over the rim of her hole and onto the sheets. Hannibal stays inside for a moment to catch his breath, deciding to collapse onto her. Not that she minds; he isn’t that heavy, and she likes the weight of him. He buries his face in her neck and sighs, absolutely spent.

“My darling girl.” he murmurs, as if in a trance. She hums a timid reply, her fingers curling into his graying locks. He kisses her on the jugular. She kisses him on the forehead. He means everything to her.

“My darling boy.” She replies. He chuckles, lifting his head and kissing her on the mouth again. She bites his bottom lip teasingly and worries the skin in between her teeth. It draws more blood, and she licks it up with her tongue.

When Hannibal pulls away, his cock slips out of her. She feels his cum dripping out of her entrance, but she ignores it. Instead, she opts for curling up on his chest again, her leg slung over his hip and her hand rubbing over the bite mark she had given him. He grabs her wrist, slipping her index finger into his mouth and suckling. She runs the pad of it over his teeth, a little crooked but absolutely perfect to her.

When she falls asleep, fingers in his mouth, she’s never been more satiated.

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pebblethestone · 4 months

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The Worng Action ³

Vox x Reader /Alastor's sibling

Summary - making a meal for everyone, having a talk with the older deer, what next a TV appears?

Masterlist

One Wrong Action Masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

Words - 1545

Warrings - swearing, cannibalism, cigarettes and mentions of blood and cannibalism

A/n - uh little later then I thought I would be posting this but it's done, it's not read proofed cause am always too lazy to do that, and I feel asleep before I got the chance to post it lol

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Your eyes fall onto all the dishes that you've made for everyone still nice and warm to eat for tea time, making everyone a different dishes to what you think they would like the most.

Well you and Alastor are having venison you made his one just how he likes it, rare as you prefer yours more cooked, even though the both of you are not on the best of terms right now, he still is your older brother. And you wouldn't want to upset everyone by cooking sinners even though that is your special.

Clapping your hands together as you use your magic from some shadows to carry the plates to the dinner table. Watching as they head out the kitchen door. As the last one leaves you follow it.

“Y/n, this looks amazing, and everything looks so good!” you hear Charlie say as she walks with your lip forming into a small smile.

“Thank you, Charlie, would you mind getting everyone? And telling them that the tea is ready,” you say to her as you get to the table the plates get set down and the shadows disappear.

“I don't mind at all Y/n, I can't wait to try your food,” she says as she hurries off to get everyone to the table. Watching everyone come one by one and telling them where to sit so they had the right food.

As everyone is set you take a look at everyone's faces, as it looks like they like the look of their dish

“Well, on you go, have a taste” you say picking up your knife and fork as you start cutting into it.

“Oh, wow- this is so- delicious ” you hear Angle Dust say though eating with his mouth full, a little annoyed he likes it which you're glad about.

“well, Y/n I do dearly miss your food when I used to bring back parts that you wanted after I had killed someone” you hear him say as everyone stops what they are eating and turns their heads to you worried. As you choked on your food a little.

“Ahah don't worry you guys are not eating sinners, I wouldn't do that to you, I don't want to get kicked out of the hotel already, do I?” you say with a glare at Alastor. Pissed that he would mention that your ears were pinned back as the air around you crackles. watching his smile widen.

“well, Y/n I think that everyone is enjoying their food, and I love mine so much” you hear Charlie say seeing her smile as you calm down a little.

After everyone had finished their food they said thank you and how much they had enjoyed it.

“Am very glad that everyone enjoyed their meal I look forward to making more for the future. You all can do whatever you want now” you say as you watch everyone leave the table to go back to their room or to what they were doing before. Getting up from your chair you head to one of the back doors making sure no one's following you.

Opening a door, now standing outside at your back see a bench as you take a set on it a hand going into your pocket and pulling out a small case that holds some cigarettes, as you take one out before lighting it, sighing as you bring it up to your mouth, before hearing footsteps heading towards you.

“There you are little one, you just disappeared,” you hear from behind you, as you panic a little on the inside, you had promised him that you would stop smoking but it's a bad habit you did try, try your best let's just say that.

“Yes, I did need some time to myself Brother” you say calmly. Watching him take a seat next to you.

“Mmm, and I thought I told you to stop smoking, it is a really bad habit. But I guess you never listened to your brother anyway” he says

“And I thought I told you to butt out of my personal life,” you say. Watching as he holds his hand out knowing exactly what it is he wants you to take out the small tin case from your pocket and hand it over to him muttering to yourself as you do so.

“But Y/n I do miss, that gorgeous food of yours. Our mother would be proud” you hear him say from next to you as you are about to reply he's gone, making sigh yet again.

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It's been about a week since that encounter with Vox, sitting in your room as you make up your bed making sure it was tidy, you loved Niffy but you didn't want her to clean your room. Hearing loud knocking coming from the other side of the door.

“Uh, Y/n you haven't done anything to upset an overlord or something like that have you?” you hear Charlie ask from the other side of the door as you take long steps to the door, swinging it open.

“What?” you ask confused

“Well, uh the TV demon is outside asking for you,” you rolled your eyes hearing about the TV.

“tell him am not here, and I've gone somewhere,” you say to hear as you're about to close the door Vaggie puts her food down to stop it.

“No Y/n you will tell him to leave, we aren't doing that for you,” she says her arms crossed over as she gives you a deadly stare.

“hmm, fine then” you say walking out with them as you walk ahead they follow after you chatting about whatever Vox wants to talk to you about. Getting to the door you see that it's closed you open the door.

“Y/nnn, how are you?” you hear him say as he stuffs flowers into your face, your ears twitching. The smirk on his face, so so annoying always with the charm you guess.

“Vox.... what a present surprise,” you say with a harsh glare as you lift your hand to move the flowers out your face to get a better look at them, a dark blue with an f/c rose sits in the middle surrounded by black roses. Your eyes soften a little but not much to be noticed.

“Well, how about we spend time together like old times?” you hear him say. As you're about to reply.

“How About no” you hear from behind you, of course, Alastor had to intrude, and you turn to face him.

“Alastor I have this handled, you can leave,” you say as he stays standing glaring at the TV his smile seems even forced more than normal. You move forward toward Vox, pushing him a little back as you both stand outside and slam the door closed in Alastor's face. Vox now looking a little concerned as he looks at you.

“I wanted to give these to you,” he says holding up the roses to you, taking the flowers from his hand as you take a closer look at him they ate real roses and no camera in sight. You click your fingers as they disappear.

“Thank you... i. Uh, I think that you should leave, and don't come back. We'll meet next week for our yearly deal and that's it.” you say. You didn't want to hear what he said he looked hurt when you made the rose disappear. You turn your back and open the door walking back into the hotel.

“So are they going out with the TV head?” you hear Angle Dust say on the couch you snap your head towards him.

“What did you. just say?” you say creepily calm your eyes Turning black as you try and relax he only said one thing no need to get over it. Noticed that Alastor had stayed standing at the door.

“Nothing toots, don't get your pants in a twist,” he says, your glare still on him deciding not to reply to the spider.

“Vox is not going to destroy the hotel won't worry, I'll talk to him when I need to. And I'll be heading to my room now” You walk passed them all to head up the steps.

Once you had gotten to your room unlocking the door and locked it again when you got into the room walked past a vase holding the flowers that Vox had given you as you flopped onto your bed.

--Flashback--

Sitting in a quiet little restaurant, a place you found, it was quiet and not a sinner in sight well ones that would cause havoc.

“Y/n! You're here” You hear a surprised voice from behind you.

“Well, why wouldn't I be? It would be rude to decline such a kind offer” you said as he quickly took a set from across you something in his hands.

“Well, uh this is for you,” he says as you move a bunch of black roses towards you. Making you smile you take the flower out of the vase sitting on your table and throw it onto the floor so you could put the roses into it.

“My what a gentleman you are, these are lovely," you say with a smile as you neatly fix the black roses up.

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Part 4

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