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Shark's Fury
AN: I had a vision of Cab unspeakably furious and Leona's treatment of Ruggie gave the perfect scenario to make him lose it. Also, I wanted to find a way to weave in more from Caviar, and I think I've found a good starting point for that.
Also, heads up, there's A LOT of swearing in this chapter because of Cab losing his temper.
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Captain Caviar would go above and beyond for his crew, while still trusting them to hold their own without him. Leona’s callousness toward Ruggie ignites a fury Cab hadn't known he was capable of.
Cab was furious. Unspeakably furious.
His eyes were locked on Leona and Ruggie, watching in slowly rising fury as Leona’s signature spell worked its way through the beastkin’s body. Anyone with eyes could see the pain the hyena was in from it, and from the betrayal that had come with it.
He’d trusted Leona to help him. To have his back. And the lion had just spit that in his face.
(How dare he?)
Ruggie had been following Leona’s orders. Followed them to the letter, even. It wasn't his fault that the other dorms and the headmage had started to catch on because of the number of students flooding the nurse's office. All right before the major interdorm competition that they were likely players for.
Leona was the one who forgot that the rest of the world had eyes and ears too and it had got them caught.
And now he was punishing the hyena for the lion’s screw-up.
(How dare he?)
Ruggie would die if they didn't get him away from Leona. He could see it in the detached way the so-called prince was acting towards him.
The spell would turn him to dust if they didn’t get him away soon, but it was too dangerous for any of them to get closer. They couldn't do anything, all because the rich bastard was throwing a fit over the fact that he kept losing to another team at a stupid sports game.
“It- It hurts,” was the weak gasp that drifted over, and something finally gave.
(How Dare He.)
Something in his chest snapped and the red haze in his head blinded him to his own instincts. He needed to get Ruggie away from Leona and to get that (too dark) spellpen out of that pompous lion’s hands.
There was a bang like a gunshot and Leona jolted back, head following something falling behind him. Cab surged past the unmoving people around him, barely noting Riddle shouting something as he sprinted past.
He snarled in fury as he slammed the entirety of his bodyweight into the Housewarden’s chest. They both hit the ground hard, likely knocking the wind out of the lion. Cab’s forearm dug into Leona’s collarbone, forcing the lion to look him in the eye.
(He didn’t notice that Riddle had managed to collar the beastkin in the span it had taken for Cab to tackle him. The lion couldn’t call on his magic to get Cab off him now. And no one seemed inclined to pry the furious human off of him.)
"How fucking dare you.” He pressed down harder as he glared with every scrap of fury he felt. “How dare you act high and mighty while killing one of your dorm mates for holding you accountable. All because your ego is too fucking fragile to handle not being number one for a fucking game.”
He could see Leona’s face contort, a snarl forming in response to Cab’s words. But there was something else in his face that Cab was too angry to try and interpret then. He shoved down, forcing air from the other’s chest. He refused to let him get a word in. Not until he finished with him.
(Leona was strong, but he backed his power with his magic. Cab only had raw strength to rely on, and he was going to push his advantage for as long as possible.)
“You fucking asshole. Did you honestly think no one would realize? That the staff was too stupid to notice that your dorm just so happened to be the only one untouched? You should be thanking your lucky stars that the board’s been kept in the dark and hasn’t canceled the whole thing to prevent a scandal from getting out. Never mind what the fae would have done to you if your plan to injure their crown prince had fucking worked.”
Leona’s face twitched, eyes widening slightly.
Good, he thought viciously. His brain is finally working.
“I am a prince-” he rasped out but Cab cut him off with a snarl.
“You could be the king and I wouldn’t fucking care. Right now, you’re a spoiled, trust-fund brat throwing a fit because no one’s blowing smoke up your ass to inflate your ego. Get over yourself. There’s an entire world of things you could be doing with your life but you’re too fucking lazy to get off your ass and find them,” he spat in fury. Every inch of him was seething and he was going to make sure Leona heard every word of it. “You may have been born a prince but your head is too far up your own ass to know how to be a leader, never mind a king. Being a king is an empty fucking title if you can’t be assed to protect the people that look to you for it. The way your dorm has been looking to you for it.”
“And if you can’t be assed to protect them, then I will. Even if I have to break your jaw to keep you from casting another fucking spell with that damn black pen again!”
He almost wanted Leona to try arguing against him, just so he could have the excuse to follow through. He was ready to send the lion to the nurse for all of this. He wasn’t ready for Leona to start laughing. And it wasn’t a good laugh, either.
The chill that shot down his spine cut through the haze of rage in his head and grounded his blind fury, fast.
It was a very familiar chill, and not in a good way.
It was the same one he’d gotten when Riddle had overblotted.
There was something very wrong, and his brain was screaming that he was far too close to the source. And, based on the dark look in Leona’s eyes, he had a very good guess about where it was coming from.
“Ha, hahaha! You- You’re probably right. No, you’re completely right. I’ll never be king, even if I gave everything I had!”
Cab had just enough time to think “Fuck”, then Riddle’s collar shattered, and a blast of painfully dry air and something else slammed into his chest and threw him off the lion.
The air in Savanaclaw was already dry, but this was worse. Just breathing hurt, his own pained gasp from hitting the ground enforced it. The skin on his arms hurt, he could feel it cracking as Leona’s signature spell filled the air, draining every drop of invisible moisture around them away. (Of course, the parts he’d been pressing down on Leona with would have gotten the brunt of that spell…)
Shit, now he knew what Ruggie was feeling earlier.
“I’ve always been loathed, ever since I was born. Why would now be any different? My hard work has never meant anything! To anyone!” Leona’s voice… He sounded wrong, to Cab’s ears. There was something in his tone, the shadow over his face, this was a tipping point. And Leona was jumping over that edge. “How could you understand? How could you understand what it’s like? My disappointment?! My pain?!”
The cloud of magic surged in time with Leona’s roar of fury and Cab reflexively shielded his eyes against it. He could hear the others yelling in panic, and there was at least one voice calling his name. But his focus was on the sudden pain in his chest and the darkness descending around them all. It was like a black duststorm was enveloping the Savana-like dorm they were in, choking everyone in its path.
(Was it from the spell? From the overblot? Both?)
No matter what, there was something more important that needed to happen.
“Clear the area of people, now! Evacuate everybody that’s hurt. Carry ‘em if you have to! GO!” Ignoring the pain in his chest, he bellowed his orders over the panic of everyone else, putting every ounce of command he could muster into his tone. There would be no fatalities today. He wouldn’t allow it.
He could see people, many of them beastkin, jolting and scrambling to follow the commands. Good.
“Ha… I could never be a leader, you said? And yet you step in without a single thought and people listen. A powerless nobody like you… And they turn against me to follow you instead!”
Looking back at the lionkin confirmed exactly what Cab had thought. He had changed like Riddle had. Steeped in black and sharpened edges, everything that the lion was struggling with was now wrapped around him like a cloak. Clothing that should have been glinting and regal was stained in black and patched together, robbing it of the glory it could have shown. And the monstrous, patchwork lion-like being that pulled itself from his shadow made it even clearer, as the limited light glinted off its glass-like head.
Leona had gone into overblot.
And Cab was the one standing closest to him.
Shit.
~.~.~.~.~
Deuce had never expected his day to turn out like this. He didn’t think any of them had. He’d never seen Cab so furious before but his speech had been no less true than anything that the rest of them had wanted to say to Leona.
Leona shouldn’t have tried to cheat just because he’d never been able to beat Malleus during spelldrive and he’d never thought about the risks of his plan. All of those were terrible traits for someone who wanted to be a king. The harm they could do to their country and people…
But being confronted by his own flaws had, apparently, been too much for the prince to handle.
He’d felt like his heart had stopped when the housewarden’s collar had been shattered by Leona’s overblot. For a hair-thin moment, he’d frozen as the wave of Dark washed over him. That chill that was just too much like when Riddle had gone over the edge.
Then, despite being at ground zero of Leona’s magic, Cab took charge. Shouting past his quickly drying throat to give orders to everyone else.
And everyone listened. Even Riddle seemed to fall into line, for just a moment.
But Cab’s rapidly shouted orders weren’t enough, and their housewarden started filling in the blanks, giving more specific commands to the people present.
He and Ace had been ordered to get the injured to the mirrors, sent Lilia to get someone from the faculty there, and Riddle started working to contain the disaster unfolding in front of them. His signature spell was practically useless in the face of Leona’s raw power.
And Ramshackle’s prefect was in the thick of it, despite not having an ounce of magic to fight with.
The Prefect was holding his own shockingly well under Leona’s onslot. He wasn't able to cast spells, but he kept drawing Leona’s attention and moving just fast enough to keep him from landing a good blow. And keeping the prince from focusing on a single opponent gave them all the leg up they needed to knock him out before the overblot could kill him. It was messy, desperate, and as far from a coordinated battle as it could get, but they won.
Cab had blacked out for a moment when the adrenaline faded, but Riddle had confirmed that he hadn't sustained any serious injuries.
Then the headmage came and things were settled. The punishment for Savanaclaw, allowing a hodgepodge team to be built so Grim and other students who hadn’t made their dorm teams could play, and Deuce felt like he could finally breathe again.
(Well, aside from Cab having to be taken to the nurse thanks to Grim’s horrid aim with a spelldisk. But he woke up and the nurse assured them all he would be fine.)
It was while they were all recuperating in the nurse's office that Lilia, Diasomnia’s Vice-Housewarden came by.
“That was a fantastic shot, Mr. Sturge. You have quite a talent for sharpshooting.”
“Hah?” Cab looked over, wincing slightly from his headache. Lilia continued to smile, tilting his head slightly.
“The gun you called forth, you were a fantastic shot with it. I’ve never seen someone shoot a spellpen out of a mage’s hand before, and without hitting their hand either!” He chirped as if he hadn’t said something impossible. “It was truly an amazing shot. And the tackle to get Leona away from Ruggie, very well done.”
“Uh, Vice-housewarden? I think you might be mistaken, Cab doesn’t have magic.” He hedged nervously. Surely their upperclassman knew about Cab, it wasn’t exactly a secret that he was the only non-mage on campus. “The Dark Mirror said as much when the Headmage tried to have him sorted into a dorm.”
Dark red eyes blinked at them.
“No, I am quite certain of what I saw. Mr. Sturge conjured a gun of light from his chest and used it to shoot Leona’s spellpen out of his hand. He was standing behind most of you, so I can understand how you would have missed it.” He smiled at Cab, who looked as confused as the rest of them.
Cab stared for a few moments, a hand pressed to his head as he slowly pushed himself up from the bed.
“I… Don’t remember doing that. Though, I was more focused on getting Leona away from Ruggie than I was anythin’ else.”
Deuce heard him mutter something that sounded like “and kicking his ass” in there, but Cab wasn’t speaking very loudly overall. (Probably from the minor concussion the nurse had mentioned.)
Lilia let out a thoughtful hum, nodding.
“Ah, a reflexive call then. You have a strong protective drive. Well, you did do that, even if you don’t remember it. I’m sure that, once you understand how you called it to you this time, you can master it.” He grinned, fangs glinting in the light. “Despite what most may think, not all types of magic make someone a mage. And the Dark Mirror only looks for mage magic, not the other kinds.”
“WHAT?!”
AN: Not pictured, Cab clamping his hands over his ears with a whine and saying "Guy, please, don't yell. My head hurts so much right now…"
I know the thing with the gun is weird/unexpected, but I wanted to find a way to work in Caviar's Skill from CRK into the story. The problem is that his attack is tied into the Black Shark Submarine, which Cab doesn't have access to. But, his main weapon in the game is a gun/flintlock. So I pulled in an item from a different game to give him a weapon he could use.
There's a lovely little game out there called Spiritfarer where the PC, Stella, has a magic item called the Everlight that turns into, basically, any item she might need to do her job as the Spiritfarer. A pickax, oven mitts, a tree saw, a watering can, and many more. (It even seems to act as a lantern when Stella's in a dark place.)
And that's what Cab's gun is, an everlight-like item that's able to shift into whatever weapon/item he needs it to be. And, since it's more of a magic item than a spell, having it doesn't make Cab a Mage.
How did he get it? Well, that's a story for a different chapter.
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wait wait wait wait, imagine Vox tracking Alastor down to flirt with/fight him one day, and Alastor is busy hanging with Rosie when Vox finds him. And Vox starts going off, trying to provoke Alastor, so Alastor turns to Rosie and this convo happens:
Alastor: "Ough he's so annoying, he just won't leave me alone. I don't know who he thinks he is! He isn't even half as evil as me, why is he wanting to fight?? He's pathetic."
Rosie, with her amazing gaydar: "Awwe, don't be too hard on him Alastor, I'm sure he's trying his best, you know, courting can be tricky here in hell."
Alastor, oblivious aroace™: "What??"
Rosie, clarifying: "I mean, he's clearly just lovesick. I think it's kinda sweet actually-"
Alastor: "HE'S WHAT???!"
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride
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*watching Hazbin Hotel and sees this deer man kicking his feet* I must have this in a fic!
Lovesick Alastor
Alastor X Reader
Warning ⚠
⚠ The tale of the Radio Demon falling in love. Blood, possessive, obsessive, yandere coded Alastor ⚠
Alastor had felt indifferent to romance for years.
What a silly thing! It was too stupid, dangerous, something that can turn you into a fool and get you killed.
Yes, he stayed cleared of it in life and in Hell.
That is until he got to know you.
You.
A lovely demon that is passionate in everything they do. A strong, powerful, and loving person who can be a bit of a klutz at times.
The first time he met you, you were dancing and singing to a song playing on the phonograph, the vinyl having a very energizing tune.
Rosie had sent him to you to try and start up a deal. You were starting up a shop nearby the colony and needed help getting your footing into the door. Your store was lacking in attention.
The perfect person to get a soul from.
Something held him back though. He just had to get to know the demon that tripped over their feet when spotting him.
"Falling for me already?", he joked.
But it was him who fell first.
You shined so brightly, how could he not?
Instead of having your soul the Radio Demon set out to have your heart.
Rosie was surprised that her friend did not make a deal and questioned him, curious with the change.
"Alastor, you never turn down a deal! Especially when this one is so easy.", she put down her tea cup, setting it down on the saucer.
"It's nothing to be concerned about, really. I just found something better.", he grinned and ate an appetizer.
"Hmm, alright. If you say so.", she let it drop for now.
Alastor paid a visit to your shop everyday.
He helped you renovate, pick out the best products for you to sell, and even had the pleasure to celebrate the first official opening.
Your shop was that of knick-knacks, it had things for customization. Mostly for anniversaries, birthdays, and celebration sorts. Doing things like engraving, embroidery, and carving.
One day you gave him a gift of his own.
"I wanted to thank you for all the help you've given me over the past few months.", you smiled and gently placed a small round box in his hand. "I hope you like it."
"Oh! And what is this?", he said and opened it, hearing music and a small smoke figures rising from the box to dance.
He noticed that the figure looked a lot like him and you, which got his dead heart to skip.
"This is wonderful."
Alastor looked up from the box and saw you beaming with joy.
"I'm so glad you like it!"
"No darling, I love it.", he corrected and took your hand. "If my guess is right, might I have the pleasure of courting you?"
"Only if you are true.", you squeezed his hand.
"Nothing but for you.", he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.
After that he quickly went to Rosie and almost kicked the door down.
"I have news!"
"Don't you kick my door!", his friend walked over to greet him.
The Radio Demon's smile was wide and he had an extra bounce in his step.
"I have news."
"You've said that already.", Rosie guided him over to her office.
After settling in, she sat down and patted the seat next to her. "Now, tell me what's got you so theatrical. Not that you aren't but this is more than usual."
"I can't sit now! I have to prepare!", the red dressed demon exclaimed. "I've begun courting someone and they've already given me a gift. I must return that tenfold! No! A hundred times more! A thousand! Millions!"
Rosie gasped and stood in shock.
"You? In love? I never thought I'd see the day!"
Alastor quickly turned towards the door. "I need to get them flowers!"
The woman quickly put a stop to his rambling.
"Now hold on old boy.", she sat him down. "Have you given thought to what they like the most? Surely you must have more ideas than just the old rose bouquet."
"Of course!", he laughed and pulled out a list from his chest pocket.
Once getting the all clear from his friend, and more ideas for gifts and actions, he took off to get something that would make you happy.
Alastor did everything and more.
Spoiling you with anything you could ever desire. Of course, this also caught the attention of his rival.
"When the fuck did this happen!?", Vox stared at the distorted screen.
It was a picture of the Radio Demon and a lovely looking thing on his arm.
"Don't know but its what Velvette found while scrolling.", Valentino said while cleaning his gun. "They don't look that entertaining."
The next day you found the underling of T.V. Overlord in your shop.
"Hello? Is there something you'd like to place an order on?", you asked walking over.
"Hello! My boss sent me here.", they handed a clipboard to you. "Please sign here for the package."
"Package? I didn't buy anything.", you said confused.
"Something was sent to you from my boss. This is just for confirmation that you received it.", they pushed it closer to you.
"Why?", you looked over the paper, not even taking the clipboard from the demon.
"Please just sign it.", they sighed.
"Dear? What's taking so long?", Alastor walked out of the back room, static growing louder once seeing the demon with the Vox-tech logo on his jacket. "Why are you here?"
"I'm j-just doing my job, sir.", the demon froze.
"Alastor.", you said, quickly getting the deer demon's attention. "I'll handle this. Don't you worry.", you smiled.
"Very well.", he quickly agreed and backed off, glaring at the demon. "Don't let this take long.", he threatened them.
You turned to the demon and smiled.
"I reject it, whatever it is."
Of course Vox wasn't happy with that.
Alastor was pissed.
How dare that piece of technologic crap try and get your attention. You were his, he had your affection first and it would also be your last. You would be with him forever and no one will take you.
So, to make sure this didn't happen again, the smiling demon sent back the Vox-tech worker back in a bloody box.
"Darling~", he hugged you from behind.
Both of you were in the back of your shop again, you were going over your stock.
"Come with me to this hotel I saw on the news. It looks quite entertaining!"
"I'd love to Alastor but you know I have to do my work.", you caressed the side of his face. "I'll let you know when I can visit as soon as I'm done with the set of rings."
"Rings?", he asked.
"Yes, there was this couple celebrating an anniversary and wanted their wedding rings engraved.", you smiled.
"Still together even after death? How romantic.", the deer commented. "I suppose I can wait for a bit longer. Though I do wish you could just drop everything."
"You know I can't.", you laughed and kissed his cheek.
Satisfied for now, the Radio Demon left for the hotel. Of course not everything was a smooth sailing but he managed to get everything settled for you to join him.
And when you did he was ecstatic.
"Darling! I see you finished those rings!", he twirled you in a hug.
"I missed you too love.", you hugged back.
The hazbin crew was shocked seeing him so affectionate with you.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Oh how rude of me!", Alastor set you down but still held you close. "This is my significant other!"
"The fuck! Is this why you kept saying no to my offers!?", Angel crossed his arms.
"They are not the only reason! You are disgusting!", the deer demon grinned.
"What offers?", you questioned.
"This fellow kept offering to warm my bed dear."
"Oh?"
The room got darker and the walls started to distort.
"Hold on!", a blonde jumped in. "There is no killing guests in the hotel!"
"Charlie! Get away from them!", a white haired woman ran over with a spear.
You rolled your eyes and stopped.
"Sorry.", you smiled. "Didn't mean to scare you, I wouldn't dream of ruining your carpets!"
The two calmed down.
Alastor laughed and pulled you away from the group. "Don't you worry my darling, I made sure to threaten the spider properly. Let me show you around! I have a room set up to your liking."
"What? When did you-?"
"Let's go!", he teleported you with him using his shadows.
Everyone stood confused in the lobby.
"When the fuck did he start dating? How crazy is that demon to accept?"
Meanwhile you and Alastor were in your own little world. He showed you your hotel room and conjured up a door to connect your rooms together.
"If its too much I can get rid of the door.", he said and turned to look back at you. "What do you think?"
"Its very sweet of you.", you yanked him down by his bowtie. "Why didn't you tell me about the first time that spider made a comment like that?", you said in a commanding tone.
Your deer chuckled and kissed you.
"Because I knew that you would get jealous and I love to see you get like this.", he pulled you by the waist and into a dip. "We both know that I'd never accept something like that. Especially if its not you."
"I won't go there.", you moved your hands to hold his face. "I know you don't like things like that."
"I appreciate it my love.", he pulled you back up. "Now, what else would you like to do?"
"They said no killing, right?", you asked.
"Yes, no sinning here in the hotel my dearest.", he went to lie down on your bed.
"I can give him a good scare though.", you smiled and laughed darkly, plotting out a scheme.
Alastor sighed dreamily, kicking his feet back and forth as he watched you set up a plan.
Yes, he had fallen but he doesn't regret it.
Not one bit.
From: Lovesick Alastor Headcanon
~Seline, the person.
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Alastor X Reader - Dressing Up As Him
"Hum hum hum~♫" Alastor was walking around the hotel lobby, humming a tune to himself as his eyes scanned all of the inhabitants at the hotel. Charlie and Vaggie were putting up more banners and decor in the lobby, Nifty was sweeping, and Husk and Angel Dust were at the bar. Alastor kept looking around to spot you, but he had no luck. Heading over to the bar, he leaned over the counter, smiling his signature grin. "Ah, Husker my good friend! Having a good day?" Alastor said, as he gazed at the grumpy cat, wiping a glass with a towel. "F*** off." said Husk, as he glared at Alastor, not wanting to deal with him. "Hey smiles~ Looking sexy as always." said Angel Dust, as he leaned back slightly on the bar stool, winking at Alastor. "Please refrain from flirting with me Angel.” Alastor said, extending his mic towards Angel, trying to move him away. "Ah your no fun." said Angel as he pushed Alastor's mic away from, and crossed his arms, placing them on the bar stand. "Anywho! Have any of you seen y/n? I didn't happen to see them in the lobby." Husk just shrugged his shoulders, as he didn't really know where you were, but he also answered quickly as he just wanted Alastor to leave. Angel dust was nice enough to answer as he told Alastor that he had heard you, rummaging around your room along with music playing in the background. He was gonna bother you, wondering what was happening, but he decided not to, and left you alone. "Thank you Angel! I will go find them now!” said Alastor as he walked away from the bar, missing the wave from Angel and the middle-finger from Husk.
Heading towards your room, Alastor was hoping that you were alright. Before, Alastor didn't really care much about you when he first met you as he though of you as another simpleton staying at the hotel, but after talking and hanging out with you a few times, he slowly started to care about you as he found you to be a rather sweet soul that wasn't common to see in Hell, with the exception of Charlie. Of course, he would hide that from the others as he had a reputation to uphold as being "the radio demon", so the less the people knew he had a kind heart, the better. Arriving at your door, Alastor knocked a significant beat, calling out your name, hoping for an answer. He could hear what sounded like electric swing playing in your room, but no response from you. He wanted to barge in, but he thought that would be rude so he continued to knock until you answered.
Standing in front of the mirror, you were eyeing yourself to make sure everything was set in place, and your outfit was fitted perfectly to yourself. You were wearing a striped red coat on top of a red dress shirt with a black bow tie that matched with the dress pants and black shoes, along with the outfit, you had on a red wig with a deer ear headband on top of it. Yes, you were wearing Alastors exact outfit. You really loved Alastors look, and you actually wanted to cosplay as him, but you would never tell Alastor that, as you didn't want to weird him out if he had caught you wearing his outfit, thinking you were some type of creep. You did remember that Alastor was very close to the overlord, Rosie, who owned the big emporium, so you had confided with her if she could help with your cosplay idea. Rosie was very surprised, but found your efforts cute and she actually was able to connect you with the tailor that designed a lot of Alastors clothing. It took a while, but you were able to get the whole outfit from the tailor, and you couldn't be more excited and happy to try it out. You had everything fitted to a T, but the only thing missing was the microphone, but you could think of an idea for that later. Staring at your reflection, you stretched your mouth into a wide smile, trying to match Alastor. The smile looked great, but holding that smile all day was going to be very difficult as your cheeks started to ache. Sighing, you turned away from the mirror and headed towards the radio to turn the music down. As the music died down, the thumping beat from the door, alerted your prescence: "Yes, who is it?", you called out. "Hello, Its me, darling. Are you well? I noticed you were not with the others in the lobby, so I decided to pay you a visit!” Oh No! Alastor was here, in front of your room. You couldn't bear for him to see you, wearing his outfit. "Um, I'm okay. Just tiding a bit, don't worry." You lied, as you were hoping Al would head back to the lobby. "Ah, I see! Well you wouldn't mind if I come inside, do you? I would very much like to have a nice chat.", Alastor said, as he continued to stand at the door on the other side. Oh Satan, he was not planning on leaving. Panicking, you run towards the door, unlocking it, to signify to Al it was open, before running towards your bathroom, closing the door.
Entering inside Y/N room, Al looked around your room, but didn't spot you anywhere. "Darling? Where are you?," Alastor called out, as he made his way further into your room, standing with his hands behind his back. "I'm in the bathroom, Al. Just washing up a bit. You can sit on the bed and we can chat from here." He had heard you call out. Arching his eyebrow, Alastor found it a bit strange, but he didn't question anything further, and made his way over to the bed, and sat down. As he gazed around the room, Alastor happened to spot something on the floor. As he gazed closer, he recognized it was a bow tie that was similar to his. Reaching out and picking it up, he eyed it and questioned to himself why this was in your room. "Darling?" "Yes, Al?," you said behind the door. "I found a bow tie that is similar to mine in your room. Do you know why this is here?"
Panicking, you looked down and saw that the bow tie was no longer on your shirt. "Sh**!", you whispered to yourself, as you tried to come up with another lie to tell Alastor. "M-maybe you left it here by accident." you said, mad at yourself that you stuttered. "I would happen to remember losing something like this the last time I visited you." Alastor said, as he kept eyeing the bow tie, turning it around to eye it. You stood on the other side of the door, realizing that he didn't buy it. "T-hen umm-", you froze, stuck on what to say next. Alastor noticed your change in tone, getting up from the couch and making his way towards the bathroom door. "Darling~, is there something you are not telling me perhaps?", Alastor said, smirking to himself, as he stood in front of the bathroom door. "N-no.", you said, as you heard voice more clearly now. "Then why do I sense such nervousness in your voice?", he said, as he continued to stand in front of the door, inching closer to hear you. "I-I." Stuttering, you couldn't think of another thing to say as Alastor figured out you were acting odd. "Darling~, What are you hiding? Come on out.," Al sang behind the door, as his smile got wider, enjoying the situation you were in. "OKAY! ok. I'll come out, but could you back away from the door a bit and also close your eyes please?", you said, letting Al know you were ready to come out. Al raised an eyebrow that you wanted him to close his eyes, but he said nothing, as he walk backwards, and shut his eyes.
Opening the door, you saw Alastor standing in the middle of your room, hands folded behind his back, eyes shut, and his signature grin on his face. Standing a few feet from him, you told him to open his eyes, while you cast your eyes down to the ground. Alastor opened his eyes, and he was put back for a second as he saw you dressed to the nines in what look to be his clothes. Everything you were wearing was matching him, and the only thing that was missing was his mic staff and the bow tie, that he was holding in his hand. Looking up, you noticed Al's face was stunned, but he was still smiling. "Before you say anything, just know that I'm wearing this for cosplay reasons. I'm not a freak and these were custom-made for me, they are not from your room, I swear." you blabbed all of this out, twiddling with your fingers, and looking back down towards the floor. Silence filled the room, after you were done talking. You were afraid to look back at Al, as you were expecting to see radio dials in his eyes.
"HAHAHAHAHA! My my, how dapper you look, darling!” Alastor laughed out, along with his mic that started playing a laugh track. Looking back at him, you weren't expecting a reaction like this from him. "Y-your not upset?" you questioned Al, as you continued to twiddle your fingers. "Upset? Why no, darling! Is that why you were hiding from me? Cause you figured I would be upset?" said Alastor, as he tilted his head at you. "Well, I didn't want to disturb you if you saw me wearing your outfit." "Well, I must admit I was surprised, but I am not upset. But I do have to ask, why are you dressed up like me?", he said, as he approached you, red glowing eyes staring at you, and his award winning smile on his face. Sighing, you explained to Alastor that you really enjoyed his look and outfit, so you wanted to cosplay as him. Alastor smiled softly at you, and hooked his finger under your chin, raising your head to look at him. "You are quite adorable aren't you, my dear." he said, as he then let your chin go, and began tying the bow tie back onto you, finishing it quickly and taking a step back. "There we go, dear! All set! Now we just need a smile! Come on dear, smile!" Alastor said, as he leaned closer towards your face, smiling wide. Blushing, you looked away for a second before giving Al a smile as big as his. "Perfect! I must say you make a good me!” Alastor said, as he placed his hand on your head, giving it a rub. "Thanks Al." you said, as you blushed and looked down again. "Now, since you want to be like me, we could engage in some carnage in the city! Imagine, the radio demon and his doppelgänger causing mayhem to the denizens of the Pride ring! Quite a premise!" said Alastor, extending his hand out like he was giving a performance in a play. "Um, sorry, but no thanks. I know we are in hell and all, but I'm still not use to all the violence and carnage yet." You said, as you looked at Alastor shyly. "Aw, don't be such a wet blanket , my dear." Alastor said, as he looked at you again, still smiling, but his ears were dropped down, signifying that he was a little sad. "Sorry , Alastor. Maybe we could do something else instead, like head to a cafe or go to one of Mimzy's shows?", you said. "Hmmm. Fair enough." Alastor said, as his ears perked up after he heard you say that. Hooking your arm in his, he pulled you next to him, as he raised his fingers up, ready to use his powers to teleport: "Lets go, my dear! I feel like this is going to be very entertaining!”
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Here is a comic I wrote, drawn by the amazing @perfusio!
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For Just a Moment I'm Whole Again
Request: anon—ghost!Reader falls in love with Colby
Summary: ghost!Reader finds out that her twin flame is Colby who was born decades after she died, and upon meeting him for the first time, she needs his help to usher her on to the afterlife to be free from the purgatory she roams.
Warnings: ghost!Reader x Colby smut, Age Gap, Bittersweetness, light Angst, Fluff, and Twin Flame relationship
Words: 6.6k
No Y/N Use
Title from 'Calcutta' by Sleep Token
A/N: Technically, Reader is 19 while Colby is 27, however she died nearly thirty years before he was born, so who's older?
I stopped crying about it a few years ago.
Maybe a decade or two, I wasn’t quite sure. It’s not that I was upset about how I died, I almost forgot the pain of it all, I was upset because out of everywhere I could have died, it was in a house.
A lonely house.
After I died, apparently my friends were too traumatized to keep the house, so they sold it. I tried to get their attention. Everyday I tried to convince them that purgatory was real and they forced me into it by leaving. What was I supposed to do alone in a house that no one wanted to buy because a death occurred?
When I found out that they also rumored to their realtor that it was haunted, I wanted to slap the lives out of them. Of course it was haunted; that was your best friend trying to get you to look at me for once before I could never see you again—
I cried for years.
No one bought the house.
I slept in the king sized bed in the room upstairs alone and cold.
There was a hotspot in the middle of the house.
The house was built upon a particular mineral that ushered in traveling ghosts, and the convenient vortex in the center of it aided their arrival. Occasionally I met other ghosts and other inhuman beings that couldn’t care less about me. They probably had millennia of experience navigating the afterlife’s purgatory on earth while I was only a couple decades old.
I think I died in 1971. I couldn’t remember.
The day this house was bought, I thought I was saved.
Instead, major renovations took place. They ripped the nostalgic wallpapers off the walls and tore out the carpets that my human and ghostly feet were all too familiar with.
”How about you chose an actually appealing pint this time, motherfucker,” I spat at the contractor who walked right through me in the main hallway upstairs. I rolled my eyes and followed him into the primary suite.
Today was the day they renovated my bedroom.
”I wonder how many years it’s been; you look fucking weird. Do all men have that silly ass haircut or something now?” I asked as I sat on top of the ladder in the middle of the room. “Thanks so much for bringing your tool batteries in here. You don’t need those do you?” I felt their powerful buzzing. I felt the electricity waving through the room and I sucked it all up.
With every minute that passed, I felt stronger and stronger, until.
”Oops—“ I sighed in boredom as I knocked a paint can off the top of the ladder.
The worker whirled around with wide eyes and basically looked at me in mine, but he saw through me. I rolled my eyes again.
“You humans are all the fucking same. God, I was so damn embarrassing as a human. Can’t you at least try to talk to me? I’m so fucking—“
His co-worker called his name and walked in the room.
”What the fuck have you done?” The second shouted. White paint pooled on the concrete below me.
”At least you didn’t put floor in yet—“
”It just-It just fell! I didn’t even touch it! I put it up there like 20 minutes ago and-and it just fell!” The second worker grumbled and picked up the emptying can.
”They said there was some poltergeist activity in this house which is why it took fucking 50 years for it to be sold again.”
50 years?
My lack of heart nearly fell through the floor.
I sat on the ladder looking through them this time. 50 years? I was stuck here for 50 years with nothing to do? No one to talk to? I wanted to cry. Ghost cry sessions weren’t as satisfying as human cry sessions.
I had to get out of here.
I had to—
I stole the energy from all their equipment, but it was still not enough. Even with the electromagnetic energy pulsing through my spirit, the hotspot wouldn’t take me.
“Come on,” I grumbled. I looked through the vortex and saw spirals and spirals of unveiled spirits traveled through this purgatory called earth, and yet none would grab on to me. What was beyond? “Please! Take me! Get me out of here!”
I broke down crying again.
This was the biggest chance I had in order to leave and not even it was enough.
I curled up in the middle of the floor there and cried until I fell asleep.
Later, when the sun was high in the sky and the house was vacant, I woke up.
As I stood, I appeared in the master bedroom so I could sleep in the bed—
“What the fuck?” I asked to nothing.
The walls were white, the flooring was finished with deep warm floorboards, and the bed frame was a plush cream color with a creamy duvet.
“They did this fast. I wonder how long I was asleep for.” There was a dresser, two nightstands, and a desk that all matched in a deep brown, practically black, wood finish. “We go 50 years in the future just to be completely devoid of all color. Jesus fuck.” I curled up in the bed regardless. “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly. “Actually, I take all that back. I will give up any color in my life to feel this mattress if only for a second. This is how technology should be used, oh my god…”
I don’t remember finishing my sentence, I fell unconscious again.
I woke up to the sound of voices.
I shot to the foyer in a blink of an eye and I saw a family. A mom, a dad, three kids, and a dog, and I nearly cried on sight.
”Hello! Oh my god, yes thank everything good and mighty. You bought this house? I’m not alone anymore!” The dad walked through me. “I’m so excited—Oh my god your dog is so cute!” I fell to my knees in front of the Husky and it howled a talking fit at me, and when I raised my hand to pet it, it ran away from me so fast that it slid across the floor on its nails. “I’m not that scary, I don’t think,” I sighed and stood up again.
There was a girl, probably fifteen or sixteen, who walked right past me with something in her hands.
”Oh what’s that?” I asked as I followed her. The rectangle in her hand illuminated back at her like a TV screen and her thumbs furiously typed on some kind of keyless keyboard. “Holy shit! Is that one of those phones that all the futuristic movies talked about? We have them in the real world now?” I nearly screamed. I plopped into a vacant barstool next to her. “I would have loved that,” I grumbled. I devised a plan to steal it from her in her sleep and play with it all night.
I watched as she turned it on again.
”A passcode?” I questioned and I was ready to memorize it, but suddenly a blue light scanned down her face and it unlocked by itself. “Now that’s—“ I got out of my seat and backed up from her. “That’s weird. Can that detect ghosts?”
“Come on! Let’s go in the pool!” I gasped when the younger boy ran right through me and out the backdoor. I smiled when he cannon balled in the pool out back.
“Lukas! It is 40 degrees outside, get your ass in the house now!” His mother screamed, and I laughed.
“Oh yeah, they put so many cool pool toys in the chest out there,” I told him as I stepped foot outside. “You would love them in the summer though. It’s pretty cold—“
I must have walked too far out of the house, because in a blink of an eye, I teleported back in the middle of the vortex.
”God help me,” I sighed, and I started to devise my game plan to get into that girl’s device in the night.
It wasn’t easy.
The moon was high in the sky, and I walked in the girl’s bedroom cautiously. Not like she could see me, but I could make noises and I didn’t want to scare her.
Her phone lay on the table next to her bed with a cord coming from it, and she slept soundlessly next to it. I picked it up.
It illuminated to life and I gasped. I read the time and date.
2:35am, December 20, 2021
”Oh.. my god…” I whispered slowly.
2021? That wasn’t a real year. It had been 50 years that I was—
How was I going to get out of here? I needed out. First I needed this girl’s device. I grabbed it, and when it scanned my face, it said it was the incorrect Face ID.
I pointed it at the girl cautiously, and after a few recalculating aims, it unlocked. I brought it back to me and saw so many colors I didn’t know which to tap first. The entire screen responded to my touch.
I flicked through the squares on the screen and with each one, I read more and more paragraphs about people. It looked like the news or something. I couldn’t believe how amazing this device was at taking photos.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered. The squares where it seemed like I could communicate with other people intimidated me; I didn't understand who I was talking to so I tried to get out of it and go back to the original place where all the squares were. I accidentally swiped and it moved the screen and I tapped out of it. That was how you got out of it, got it.
I found another app that was red. I clicked it. This time photos with short captions were the only things I scrolled through. After a second, I clicked one to make it larger, but instead, it brought me to another screen and a video began playing.
The audio was so loud and clear, I gasped and tried to figure out how to silence it. The girl disturbed next to me. The button I clicked turned the volume down.
A video played of the same photo I clicked on—
Those weren’t photos, they must have been paused videos or something. I watched and listened and it was actually entertaining. After the video ended, I clicked another.
And then another.
And before I knew it, the sun peeked over the horizon. The time read 7:30am. I had been watching these videos for five hours.
I put the phone down and walked out of the room.
I would have loved 2021.
I did it again the next night.
I sat there on the floor against the nightstand and watched more videos.
Video after video, I started to remember the names of the people who posted them. I didn’t remember the rabbit trail I went down; recommended video after recommended video led me to one that made me stop my jumping around.
It was a video of two idiotic boys messing around in a haunted house.
Now, I never was into haunted or spooky things when I was alive, and being dead now, I would say that I had a pretty large say in and experience in what these boneheads talked about.
I didn’t expect them to be so respectful. And considerate, too.
I watched as they talked to spirits in the house, and it was startling to watch humans interact with us spirits from their perspective. I forgot that that was all they saw.
I forgot how limited I was when I was trapped in my human skin.
How silly they were; it didn’t matter that they would have been seven years older than I was. Most of the people were children on YouTube, and they were the worst of them.
Sam and Colby certainly made me laugh, and their means of communicating with ghosts even more so.
There were some videos that scared me.
I liked the two a lot, and I didn’t want them to get hurt or manipulated by demonic forces. I had seen demonic forces firsthand, and humans were stupid enough to summon them. If I was afraid of them, humans definitely should have been.
The way they assumed everything was as sinister as they did made me laugh the most because the majority of spirits communicated with them were teasing them and cracking jokes. The boys took everything too seriously, but that was why they were so good.
They cared.
But one of them, Colby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. It was like I knew him. Warmth spread through me, and for the first time since I died, I was overcome with the need to leave. The pull teased me, beckoned me.
I was over forty years older than him; I would have never met him, so how did I know him?
Why did I need him?
I needed someone who cared about me like they did for spirits. I needed a human who cared to come in and help me. Certainly there were other humans out there who could help me like Sam and Colby, but they definitely weren’t as loud or had as much faith as they did in their capabilities.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry when that family left the house two days later. It wasn’t because I would be lonely again but because I couldn’t drown myself in Sam and Colby’s videos.
Or in Colby’s appearance and voice.
Hopefully someone else would stay for a week and I could use their phones to watch YouTube again.
Two weeks later, the house was booked again.
I finally learned that the house I was trapped in was turned into something called an AirBnb and I supposed that it was a house rented like a hotel.
The same routine spun into effect.
A new visitor spent the week here, I drained their batteries in everything they brought, I drowned myself in YouTube (to be honest, I drowned myself in the force that was Colby’s voice), and spent endless time spinning around the house in boredom wondering when the human chosen to save me would come.
They would come and help one day, I knew it.
The front door opened.
I was out of the bed in a flash and appeared in the foyer to see the new visitors. Two men walked in the house, and I wondered what on earth they were up to for arriving near two in the morning.
It was three years after I first learned what YouTube and social media was. I was ingrained in the politics, culture, society, and hyper-communicative world that was 2024.
I toed the fence. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to stay here and live as a free spirit in 2024 forever or be taken into the next spiritual realm. I knew I couldn’t stay forever, and with every year that passed, I felt the fabrics of my spirit being taken away into nothing.
I needed help.
When I came spirit to face with the two new visiting men, my entire world flipped upside down.
I knew them.
They were the ones with the YouTube channel.
They were—
”I know we said we would do some stuff before we go to sleep, but I literally—“
”No, I know,” the other sighed. “I’m so tired too. We got here a lot later than we planned.”
”We should just sleep then wake up a bit earlier than we planned to have more time to do what we couldn’t now.” The other nodded lazily.
”Yeah, we can do that.”
”Night, Colby,” said the blond one as he walked up the stairs.
”Night, Sam,” said the one I stood next to in between the foyer and the living room.
If I had a heart, it would have pumped loudly in my ears, and if I had a tongue, it would have dried up. Ever so slowly, I turned and looked at Colby as he pulled things from the backpack he had placed on the couch. His back faced me.
And I couldn’t control myself, the intrusive thoughts won. I wondered what he would do if I—
At the sound of his water bottle crashing into the hardwood floor, Colby whirled around with wide eyes and watched as it rolled to a stop.
“What the fuck?” He whispered. I gasped when he walked through me. I turned and watched as he picked it up and placed it back on the table. He watched it.
With a smile, I didn’t take my gaze off his face as I knocked it back onto the floor. He took two steps back.
That was when the realization dawned on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When I felt him, when I was near him, it made sense. The pieces shoved together painfully.
“Uh… Sam?” Colby called.
“What?” He called cautiously as he came from his room. “What’s wrong?”
”I—I swear to god, this water bottle fell off the table deliberately. Like someone knocked it over, twice.”
”Really?” He asked hesitantly when his feet hit his floor. At this point, they both stood in front of me and I crossed my arms in boredom. I was nearly as tall as the two; they were a lot smaller in person.
I was tall for a girl; almost five foot nine.
He placed the water bottle back down.
I stared at it. Humans were so dumb. I watched their anticipation knowing full well I wouldn’t satisfy them.
“What is happening, I swore it happened and it’s not now which means it’s not like the table is slanted or something.”
”That’s weird,” Sam said.
“You can go back to bed, sorry—“
”No, you’re fine, stupid,” Sam laughed as he went back.
Of course when he was halfway up the stairs with his back turned I yanked it off the table. Colby already left to the couch though, and so when Sam turned around quickly, he froze when he realized Colby was completely out of reach.
”See? I told you!” Colby cried.
”Oh shit… Yeah I have no idea how to explain that.”
”Wanna get a rem pod and the camera or something?” Colby asked.
“Maybe if something else happens.”
”Okay, okay,” Colby said, and I watched in surprise when Sam walked back to his room. They must have been tired then.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t mess with Colby until he went to sleep.
”You guys are idiots,” I said as if I expected a response. “Are you actually staying up or are you—oh,” I gasped when he turned around and walked through me before I could react. He picked up his bag and walked up the stairs. I sighed.
“That answers that.”
I peeked around the door. Colby stood in his room. I watched as he situated the things from his backpack. Those were some fancy cameras, small ones for that matter, and it looked like he charged the batteries. My eyes couldn’t pull from his skin though. He only wore his black jeans.
He turned towards me and I watched as he walked to the desk in his room. I intently focused on his face and his tattoos. He was so pretty. But he looked so different. I walked into the room and stood at the desk with him.
”What are these?” I asked and I touched the devices on the desk. Then, I gasped as his hand went through mine. My hand paused and I tried to feel the warmth. What would have been my hand burned with warmth, and I didn’t pull it away.
Colby froze in his place and stared at his hand. It burned cold.
But then he turned from the table and went back to the bed.
Now, never once in my life have I snooped. I’ve never pried, intruded, or watched anyone when they didn’t think they could be perceived. But I couldn’t leave his room. I froze in my place as I watched when he pulled his pants off. I couldn’t focus on anything else except his body. The way he moved, settled in the room, got in the bed, and plugged his phone in; every decision and every thought process was so painfully human.
I liked him a lot. Too much.
I wanted him to know I was here too.
The last time I tried to communicate with humans was with my best friends after the accident happened. After, their realtor was a bitch. There was a medium who was more so a dumbass who came to communicate with me. I scared her, and perhaps that went wrong. That might have been why it took so long for this place to be renovated.
I needed to talk to Colby. I wanted him.
I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him.
I stood in front of the desk where the devices were strewn about, and as he read his phone, I touched one of the devices.
I recognized one. It was a radio of sorts. One of the mediums who tried to communicate with me used it. Perhaps they were here to try to talk to me anyway.
I turned the spirit box on.
Immediately, Colby sat straight up in his bed. His phone was forgotten on the sheets. I laughed and watched as his confused eyes scanned the room.
”Hello,” I laughed. Then I used energy and found the word on a channel—
Hello
Colby looked around the room.
”Um, hi?” He said.
If I had a body, I was pretty sure the feeling I had was akin to my heart falling out of my ass.
“I know who you are, you publish on YouTube, right?”
I know you
Colby’s face turned with distrust.
“What—Are there actually spirits in this house?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.
”Obviously. You’re so dumb. I thought you know how to talk to us—
Duh…
He scoffed and his shock turned into an amused expression.
”What’s your na—“
Don’t be stupid
He stopped talking and his eyes widened.
”How do you know me? I’ve never been here.”
”You literally have 11 million people watching you on YouTube, don’t be silly,” I sighed.
You make videos
”You’re seen my—“ He gasped and thought for a moment. “How old are you? How long have you been here?”
For a long time
”I’m supposed to be nineteen,” I sighed.
Nineteen
”Nineteen—Holy shit wait, someone—the owners said a nineteen year old died here in the 70s—“
”That was totally me.”
Me
Colby looked at the spirit box on the table and I smiled.
“Yeah,” he gasped nervously. “Are you the only spirit in the house?”
”Only one that lives here, anyway,” I scoffed.
Only one
”I’m sorry you’re alone.” I froze.
“What did you say?” I asked quietly, timidly. Silence. It defeated me.
It had been over 50 years since the accident and in all that time, no one apologized.
No one said sorry about my death or that I was alone. Not a single person had the empathy. Colby stared back at the spirit box. His eyes fell from it. He looked around the room in thought.
Suddenly, the urge ever too heavy came over me.
I glided straight over to him and I sat on the bed.
He shot up with his eyes wide.
If I had eyes, he would have looked right into them.
”Are-Are you on the bed with me?”
”Yes,” I confidently said and tried to use all my energy to tell the spirit box—
Yes… On this bed…
”Holy shit,” Colby whispered.
I felt the way his heart skipped.
The way his skin lit on fire.
I moved forward, and when I did, his skin fell cold.
”Did-Did you just touch me?”
“I’m on top of you.”
And it was true. I straddled him. I held his face in my lack of hands, and the warmth coursed through me like an electrical current. I needed him. He tethered me back into reality; the human world. That urge and that desperation to move onto the spirit realm died the moment I touched him.
Top
”You’re on me?” He rested his weight on his hands behind him. When he pushed his hips forward, a gasp left me because I felt the pressure.
Familiarity.
“I remember you, Colby. I know you, we knew each other—‘
Colby
”Why did you say my—“
I know you
“You know—oh shit,” he gasped. My vision hazed. My perception of my surroundings grew blurry as if I was about to sleep.
Heat coursed my body, and I held onto him to keep from falling asleep.
”You feel really good,” I gasped. I didn’t think about this.
We knew each other
“What?” He gasped as his body went rigid. Sexual things were so far from me. I figured that when I moved onto the spirit realm, more doors to explore sexuality would open. I never came across another human I viewed as desirable like him.
I never came across a human or spirit that felt as familiar as he was.
I knew he already had two female ghosts who liked him and messed around with him.
Good
”What’s good?” He gasped again. This time, it sounded like he was more breathless than anything.
”You.”
You
”Is that you making me feel like this? Are you touching me?” I moaned when I thrusted against him over and over. “Holy fuck—I just got so… What am I even doing?” Colby sighed more so to himself and then he laid himself back down against the bed. I gasped when he moved through me.
I looked down at him as his forearm rested across his forehead. His face was flushed and eyes were closed in thought.
I couldn’t deny the pressure under me. I knew he was painfully hard under me, but I had no intention of leaving or letting him do it himself. I looked down and couldn’t look away from his body. It was on fire, and the pressure in his underwear grew and grew.
I wish I could feel him for real with my hands and my skin.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned this time, and I moaned as well. He sounded so good like this. “I feel so crazy. Please tell me this is you doing this to me and not me—“
”I’m doing it. I’m touching you, Colby. Let me touch you.” Colby moaned again and again as I thrusted against him.
It’s me
His eyes shot open again.
Let me touch you
“Fuck, okay—holy shit—okay you’re-you’re actually real.”
”Yes,” I laughed. “I want to see you feel good.”
“If you’re actually real, get off of me and make me stop feeling like this—“
I was on the other side of the room in an instant. Colby sat up with a flushed face.
“What the fuck,” he whispered. I felt as the arousal in his body diminished. “And…” He mumbled hesitantly. “And if you’re real, get on top of me. Turn me on again.”
I blinked and I straddled Colby’s lap.
“Holy fucking—ugh.” And his head tossed into the pillow and eyes rolled back.
”Fuck,” I gasped as I watched him throw his arm across his mouth to conceal his moans.
Immediately, his arousal built again, and I thrusted against him over and over.
”You’re making me—Oh my god, don’t stop please,” Colby gasped.
You feel good
”Fuck,” he gasped.
He looked up at me and I swore he saw me. He didn't look through me, and I wished I could touch him.
Kiss him.
”You’re going to make me come.”
“Oh my god yeah, I want to see you come,” I mumbled. I would resurrect myself from the dead just to kill myself again if he knew I said that so I tried to hold in the energy. I didn’t want the music box to pick up on anything.
I tried to pull his underwear down. It was too difficult, too heavy. I was too tired. My gaze flashed around the room.
His phone.
I focused my energy on his phone and took the energy from it. The strength boiled and boiled in my being until I opened my eyes and watched as the waistband of it ever so slightly pulled back.
”Oh my fucking god—“ Colby gasped, and I cried out in surprise when he sat up straight and kicked himself away from me. “You-You fucking pulled—Are you trying to take my underwear off? Oh my god—You’re fucking real. You really are—“
“Colby it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you I want to make you feel good—“
Don’t be scared
”What?” He gasped and whirled his gaze to the spirit box.
Make you feel good
“I’m—“ he paused. He looked around the room. “I’m not scared. I can’t believe you’re communicating so well with me.”
”I’m taking power from your phone,” I said towards the spirit box.
This cell phone
Colby looked back to the spirit box.
”My phone?”
Using energy
”Oh, you’re taking the energy from my phone? Let me plug it in so you can take as much as you want—“
Yes
”Okay—“ He groaned as he leaned over and plugged it in. He left it on the table next to the bed. I didn’t give him another second to say a sentence. I pushed down against him and he drew in an uneven breath. “I can’t believe I can feel you.”
”Can you feel this?” I grinded down on him, and his arm caught another moan behind his mouth.
“Holy shit—I think I felt-I felt that. I’m so—oh my god!” I pulled at his underwear again, and this time, I pulled it halfway down. “I’m so…” He sighed into a moan, and I felt the way heat traveled down his body. His temperature rose, and I couldn’t look away. Not a second passed that I didn’t utterly consume the image of his real life human body under me.
I pushed again and again, and before his hand could reach into his underwear, he gasped a rather louder moan and spilled in the fabric.
I quickly tried to pull it back again, and this time, his underwear pulled halfway off.
“Oh my god—“ I gasped as I watched the rest of his fluids cover his stomach.
”You just fucking—You actually took them off,” he gasped breathlessly as he gathered himself together after his orgasm.
Pleasure washed through me as well, but it wasn’t as tangible as it used to be when I was alive. I was on fire, and I wanted more, anything more, but it was impossible here.
Then the tug.
I wanted to move on.
It was as if this window of pleasure piqued my interest, and I knew that if I moved onto the spiritual realm, I could live again. I wouldn’t be trapped in this purgatory.
Colby was so cute though. He was familiar; he looked like he was mine. We were each other’s. I wanted him to myself, but there was no way I could take him with me. He needed to finish living as a human first.
Then maybe I would hunt him down and rescue him from his purgatory so he wouldn’t have to live like this for 50 years like me.
“Did you leave?” Colby whispered.
”No. I’m right here.”
Here
“Okay,” he sighed and relaxed into the pillow. “I can’t believe I just had sex with a ghost—wait,” he gasped and looked around the room. “Did I fuck you? That’s so—What the fuck…”
“No, I just touched you. I wanted you to feel good. I can’t feel good until I move on.”
No… For you… I don’t feel good
”What?” Colby gasped. “You don’t feel good?”
”I can’t.”
Can’t
”Oh, because… Is sex only for human bodies then?”
”No,” I said, and reminded myself to be concise for the spirit box
No
”When I escape I can feel something again.”
When I escape
”You’re trapped here?” Colby gasped. The gears turned in his head and excitement welled in me.
”Help me out, please.”
Help me
”Help you do what? Do you need to move on?”
”Yes! Help me to the spiritual world.”
Yes
”Where do you need me to—”
Spirit world
”Holy shit,” Colby whispered. “You want me to help move you out of purgatory? Is that what this house is for you?’
”Yes!” I exclaimed.
He understood!
Yes
”Well then I’m getting up and telling Sam.”
If I had a body, I would scream and cry for joy.
Also, if I had a body, it would burn alive at the sight of Colby cleaning himself up, so I left the room and waited in the hallway with welling excitement.
“You’ll actually use the spirit box and not make me look like a freak in front of him, right?”
”Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” I laughed.
Yes
”Good,” he scoffed as he pulled on clothes.
“I promise.”
”Dude, that’s crazy if it’s true.” I watched as Colby told Sam what had happened and conveniently left out the part where I touched him. If he didn’t want Sam to know, then I wouldn’t expose him in that way. “Let’s see if she actually communicates as accurately as that,” Sam said as he turned on the spirit box. “Would we need to try the Estes?”
”Maybe we can,” Colby sighed. “There was a vortex downstairs, did you see it?”
”No I didn’t actually,” he gasped. “Do you want to do Estes there?”
“I’m getting bored,” I grumbled.
Let’s hurry it up
”Whoa!” Sam cried when the box spat those words out at him.
”Yeah,” Colby laughed. “She isn’t very patient.”
“Are you trapped here like Colby sai—“
”Yes!”
Yes
”Oh my god.”
”I told you!” I watched the boys as they grabbed their things. “Let's do it now.”
And as they walked through me towards the staircase, I froze with realization upon feeling Colby's body. It ached with excitement, nervousness, and…
Longing?
I followed them and listened to his heart and the rushing of his blood. Something tuned to desperation flowed with it.
It would have been much easier for me to navigate life as a human if I could feel someone’s physical attraction to me like I could feel Colby’s. I didn’t think that was possible, especially since he couldn’t see me. For all I knew, they could still be on the fence about believing that I existed.
But I couldn’t deny the way he felt. The way Sam felt. Sam didn’t hear me or feel me the way Colby did, but I could tell by the warmth of his palms and the racing of his heart that he didn’t linger in denial anymore.
“I’m not even sure how to start this,” Sam said as he sat in the chair. He volunteered himself to be under the Estes method so that Colby could lead the interaction. I stood next to Sam in the middle of the vortex; the darkened mirrors holding endless hypnotizing space hung on either side of us.
“I know, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out when we get there. I’m pretty sure I just encourage her to move on and she uses energy or something. We’ll see.”
Sam pulled the blindfold down. Headphones placed over his ears.
I felt the energy from the spirit box shrill to life.
“Did you follow us down here?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m here.”
“Here,” Sam’s monotone voice spoke for me.
“Okay good.” Colby’s voice softened. I wanted to leave, I wanted it more than anything, but I also wished I had more time to listen to Colby, to be close to him. Every time I was near him, I zapped with electricity; a desperation I never knew. What would it be like if I was human? If we knew each other back then? What would it be like if we were born at the same time in the same state?
“Why are you afraid to move on?”
“I—All this time I wasn’t afraid, I just didn’t want to leave the human world, but now I can’t leave you. I want to stay with you, Colby.”
“Oh wow…” Sam muttered.
“What?” Colby said quickly.
“That was a long—Those were a lot of words,” he laughed sheepishly. “Um…” I repeated what I said but paraphrased it to make it easier for the box to pick me up. “I wasn’t afraid of it.”
“You aren’t?” Colby gasped. “Why haven’t you—”
“Missed people.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Let me stay with you.”
“What?” Colby paused this time. “So you didn’t move on because you missed people and now you want to stay with us? Is it because you haven’t talked to anyone except for us—”
“No,” I grumbled. “I want you, Colby. No one else.”
“You, Colby.”
“Me?” He whispered. “Why do you want to stay with me? You can’t do that. You need to move on–”
“I wish we had time together then you would understand.” I wished that I could cry like humans did at that moment. I cried, but no pressure relieved me.
“We could have had more time.” Colby’s body froze as he stared in shock at Sam. Or maybe he stared through him. He wanted something to look at; he couldn’t see me. I wished I could reveal myself to him, but I didn’t know how.
“Why do you want us to have more time?”
“Because we would have been together. I could have actually probably loved you.”
“I would have…. I didn’t catch— Love you.”
“I would have loved you…” Colby whispered. “It’s too late,” he told me, but the quietness of his voice sounded like he figured it out for himself.
“I can see you again, Colby.”
“See you again… Colby, dude it keeps saying your name.”
“I know,” Colby spoke absentmindedly. He looked like he was in a trance more than Sam was even though he rocked back and forth in the Estes method. “Are—Do you know me?”
“Maybe in a past life. We can find each other in the next.”
“Past life.”
“Holy shit.” His voice was quiet and I wanted nothing more than to hug him. I stood face to face with him in the blink of an eye.
“I will see you soon, Colby.”
And I kissed him.
He blinked quickly and warm surprise flooded me when he licked his lips once.
“See you soon.” He didn't know what to say. I felt the tension in his throat.
“Don’t cry. Now tell me to leave and then you can find me when you’re done living here.”
“Help me leave.” Colby shook his head.
“No–”
“Please help me, Colby. I need to go on. You can’t stay here forever. I’ll be able to see you still and you’ll be able to feel me until one day you’ll see me for the first time. Well, for the first time in this timeline. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Please help me… You will still… I didn’t hear—Oh, You’ll still feel me.”
“I—I don’t like—”
“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” I stood in the vortex again. “Help me leave. I’ll see you later.”
“Don’t be scared. Help me leave.”
“Okay,” Colby said as he shook himself out of it. “It’s alright, you can move on. Spirits leave this house, move on to the next life.”
That tug returned, but now it was unavoidable. The mirrors lulled me into a beckoning trance.
“Move on and be free from this house.”
The mirror pulled me in, the house was unreachable now.
“Love you.”
As Sam pulled off the blindfold, Colby’s eyes darted towards mine from where I traveled through the mirror, and from the look on his face—the pure focus on me, drift of his tear filled eyes across my face—he saw me.
Then all I saw was light.
A/N: I took a much needed break. Not to info or trauma dump, but my mom moved about four hours away from me a week ago, and I only found out three weeks before that. After helping her move, it's been pretty hard for me since we've only ever lived at most 10 minutes from each other. Thanks for being patient, and I'm going to hop back on that writing grind because I miss it!
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Rosie grabbed the label of his dress coat and yanked him back into his seat. “You need to get your shit together!” she hissed.
“My shit is entirely neat and well-ordered!” he hissed back.
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Sherlock fandom
I Can’t Stand It
Rosie’s tantrum in the park, reminds Sherlock of his own childhood. It’s strange that so much of what the little girl says and does resonates with him.
“She’s not yours,” several voices inside his head tells him.
Still, he can’t shake off the feeling of being something more to her than just…what is he exactly to her? She calls him Lock; he calls her Watson. He desperately wants her to call him something else, which he only allows himself to think about when he’s alone.
“I can’t stand it, daddy!” Rosie exclaims and stomps her feet.
“But, sweetheart,” John tries to reason with his four-year-old daughter. “You were perfectly fine eating this last week.”
Rosie rolls her eyes and throws her arms in the air. Sherlock can see that John’s mouth twitches slightly as he’s supressing a smile. Sherlock hears his mother’s voice filled with delight in his mind.
“She’s so much like you sometimes, darling.”
“There are big pieces in it,” Rosie explains to John. “I want smooth ice cream.”
John looks over at Sherlock for help, but Sherlock has long ago decided to never lie to John again. He shrugs apologetically at mutters something under his breath.
“What was that, Sherlock?” John inquires, his tone exasperated now.
“It’s quite normal for children her age to change tastes and react to new textures. I was the same.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not…”
“I know, John!” Sherlock snaps. “You and everyone we know keeps telling me that.”
He turns on his heel and walks briskly out of the park. Behind him the two Watsons call after him, begging him to come back but he can’t. Sherlock can live with everyone else claiming that he’s not Rosie’s father, but it hurts when John joins the choir. Of course, Sherlock knows he has no biological connection to her, but he’s raising her together with John, isn’t he? She comes just as willingly to him as to John.
“Protect your heart, brother mine,” Mycroft told him after John and Rosie moved to Baker Street, and not for the first time. His brother knew that Sherlock’s heart belonged to John and had for a very long time.
***
Where are you? I’m sorry, Sherlock. We need to talk. Are you coming home soon?
Sherlock’s heart races in his chest when he reads John’s text. He barely registers the apology. All his brain is capable of is trying to deduce what John wants to talk about.
Are they moving out? Does John want him to spend less time with Rosie? Won’t he be allowed to do children safe experiments with her anymore?
He pulls his hair in frustration. Why is it so hard to figure out what John wants? Sherlock’s able to read anyone but John. Why?
“Hi, Sherlock. I didn’t know you were here,” Molly says when she walks into the lab at Barts.
“I’m leaving,” Sherlock tells her and walks rapidly out of the room.
***
Sherlock stands and watches the Thames float by. The London Eye is coloured in pink in the far distance. It’s getting dark and he’s got no recollection of the last hours. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he suddenly remembers that he’s forgotten to answer John’s text.
“A bit not good, Sherlock,” John’s voice scolds him.
Can I call you? Rosie wants to say goodnight.
Sherlock feels his face soften. The Watsons are probably still at Baker Street then. He doesn’t hesitate but calls John’s number.
John’s voice sounds relieved when he picks up, but it’s tinted with worry.
“Hi. You alright?” he asks.
“Fine,” Sherlock says, and it comes out more clipped than he intended.
John sighs and apparently gives the phone to Rosie.
“Lock!” the little girl exclaims.
“Hello, Watson. Ready for bed?” Sherlock inquires softly.
“Yes. Tired,” she tells him and yawns.
Sherlock feels his throat thicken, and he must swallow hard and close his eyes to keep his tears at bay. Without thinking he uses the endearment only Rosie has heard.
“Goodnight, my heart.”
“Night, Lock. See you tomorrow,” Rosie slurs, clearly almost asleep.
Sherlock ends the call before John gets a chance to ask him humiliating questions. The sharp intake of breath from John when Sherlock bid Rosie goodnight didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’ve ruined it now, Holmes,” he tells himself.
***
Aldi is still open, and Sherlock buys two boxes of ice cream for Rosie without any pieces of fruit, berries, crunch, chocolate or other abominations.
He takes a deep breath before locking himself into Baker Street, and he ascends the stairs silently. John sits in his chair, reading one of his medical journals. Sherlock just nods and walks to the kitchen with his purchases. He places the boxes in the freezer before walking to the bathroom.
“Sherlock?” John calls after him.
“Shower,” Sherlock answers.
The shower does wonders, and Sherlock feels quite refreshed and relaxed when he puts on a t-shirt, pyjamas bottoms and his maroon dressing gown. John stands just outside Sherlock’s bedroom and Sherlock startles a bit.
“Everything alright?” he asks. “Watson?”
“She’s fine, Sherlock. Soundly asleep. I just want to apologise properly to you. I was way out of line earlier. No, Sherlock, listen. I need to say this. Please.”
John’s expression is pained, and Sherlock doesn’t know what’s to come next. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
“I know it’s no excuse that I was exhausted and sleep deprived, but that’s the defence I have, and it’s appalling to say the least. Rosie…she is…just as much yours as she is mine. You care for her just like any parent. She loves you, we both do, and…”
“John?”
Sherlock’s voice is trembling, and he feels his balance is about to fail him. Warm and steady hands are placed on his upper arms and when John speaks again, his voice is warm with affection.
“Forgive me. Please?”
Sherlock just nods and lets himself melt in John’s embrace.
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What A Dish, What A Doll! - Part 4
🎙️【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑽 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑽 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑽𝑰 】🎙️
𝐀/𝐍: I am SO GLAD that I got this out sooner- istg this was going to be SO MUCH LONGER but after extensive writing and editing, I finally found a flow that I vibe with, and I'm really excited for you all to read this one.
Happy reading :)
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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒,𝟏𝟕𝟖
𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂 𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏
. . .
The weeks following your rendezvous at the diner passed by in a flurry, leaving you in a delighted tizzy as you and Alastor grew ever closer to one another. You couldn’t even count on both hands how many times he had spontaneously swept you off of your feet and pulled you into whatever shenanigans the cheeky radio star had in store.
It was exhausting, but being with him was exhilarating all the same.
And you could already tell you were in for quite the afternoon as he jaunted out of the recording booth, enthusiasm rolling off of him in waves.
“Well, hello to you too, Al’,” you smiled and took off your headphones as Alastor straightened his bowtie with a haughty smirk, and you rolled your eyes. That man was ever the cocky one whenever you paid him a visit to his recording booth, as you never failed to shower him with compliments and applause at his performance.
And seeing your awestruck face as you leaned towards the glass always made him more inclined to put on a show, just for you.
“You were amazing out there, as always, of course,” Alastor chuckled and waved a hand dramatically in the air as if you’d said something completely preposterous. Praising Alastor was practically treason for you; the man simply could not take a compliment.
“Oh, how you flatter me! I’m just doing my job, darling,” even oblivious little you could see that he was preening with pride, though your captivated stare trained on none other than him was all the praise Alastor would ever need.
“That was great, Al’! One of your best performances, if I do say so, myself!” Your supervisor beamed with his hands on his hips, clearly as excited as Alastor, though for entirely different reasons.
The radio host was still reeling with joy from the fiery sensation of your bewitched gaze adoringly trained on him, tracing his soft, handsome features with yearning eyes.
He stole every glance at you throughout the broadcast that he could subtly manage; how your lips parted softly whenever Alastor spoke so boldly with his hands, how animated he seemed in the recording booth.
He noticed your quiet, melodic laughter that he practically breathed, the smile that he one dreamed of kissing, laying his lips against your warmth like he had captured sunlight itself between his teeth-
“I think you should be here during recordings more often,” the young, spiffing producer muttered as he leaned over to you, leaving you in bashful laughter. Alastor narrowed his eyes slightly at the proximity, and he held no hesitation to step between you two and snake an arm around your shoulder.
“Well, my dear, I believe this week’s recent success calls for a celebration! Hugo, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut this short. I’ve planned an afternoon for me and the lady, here,” his usual smile returned, and you could feel Alastor relax as his hand fell down your forearm, grasping it with a firm yet comfortable grip.
Hugo raised a knowing eyebrow, his eyes switching between you two as he shrugged his shoulders. “I see how it is. Givin’ ol’ Hugo the boot, huh?” He opened the door for Alastor, taking a slight bow as the radio host guided you outside one of the studio’s many broadcasting rooms.
“I get it. I’ll stay out of your way, Al’. Just treat her right, ya’ hear?” Hugo nudged Alastor’s arm, and you could feel your friend stiffen as his hand clenched your arm tighter than before, though he laughed the discomfort off with an even wider grin. But a small glimpse of his gums told you all you needed to know.
“Oh, no, no, no! We’re nothing like that!” You shook your head vigorously as you subtly put yourself between him and your supervisor. “He’s just so good to me, you know? Such a good friend to have, especially with that slasher running around,” you shuddered for emphasis.
Hugo raised a teasing eyebrow. “Oh, really? Heh, could’ve fooled me.” Striking teal eyes flickered to said radio host, whose smile had stiffened significantly to the point of looking almost painful. You shot down the very idea that you two could ever be in a relationship, though he did appreciate your interception from the unwanted physical contact.
But did you truly resent the idea of being with him that much?
“He’s just so kind, and he cooks like a real professional, too!” You practically sang Alastor’s praises as Hugo strode beside you two with his arms crossed while you walked through the studio, attempting a hasty getaway out the door and whisked away to be with each other in peace.
“That so?” Hugo was gauging Alastor’s every reaction to your words, clearly not buying the fact that you two weren’t together, or at the very least, not interested in one another.
An unrequited love, perhaps? But this broad’d off her rocker not to fall for a guy like him.
You nodded vigorously at your supervisor as you walked with Alastor toward the exit. “A real sweet talker, too. Y’know, Al’, you could teach Hugo here a thing or two,” when your hand wrapped around his and squeezed, and all the built-up tension was suddenly released from his form.
Alastor’s smile softened into something a bit more genuine as he looked down at you.
“Aren’t you just darling? Almost makes me want to spoil my little surprise for you,” he tapped your nose with a wide grin, reveling in how you blinked in surprise before blushing and turning your head away.
“Oh, you’ll be the one getting a surprise if you don’t stop with your nonsense...” You grumbled before waving to Hugo on your way out of the studio. “Have a good day, Hugo!”
Once you crossed the threshold, the strawberry-blonde waved you off with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow as Alastor glanced back at him. He could already see the gears turning in the young producer’s head.
Well, God save him if he got any ideas and started meddling where he wasn’t supposed to, like a certain acquaintance of his...
Once you arrived in the parking lot, you pulled away from Alastor’s side so that you could enter the passenger seat of his car. The winter chill that had settled in the seats left you shivering, and you turned over to Alastor with a shudder and a wobbly smile.
“Tough weather, huh? God, what I’d give for a hot chocolate...”
What kind of man could he call himself if he left his darling trembling like a leaf in the wind, left to the unforgiving elements?
Without any kind of hesitation, Alastor slipped off his jacket and lent it to you, despite your insistent protests. He had considered you before himself too much, and you really weren’t that cold, the car would heat up soon, and-
“Take it, my dear. I can’t have you freezing before you meet my dear friend, after all,” Alastor carefully leaned over, his glasses slipping towards the edge of his pointed nose as he laid the jacket upon you.
His carnivorous, half-lidded gaze devoured an eyeful of you as he pretended to be meticulously positioning the jacket on you, his fingers ghosting each curve of your waist, the give of your belly, tracing along the chub of your hips, your love handles. The lustful thoughts that seeped in with Alastor’s touch nearly broke his resolve to restrain himself, as his yearning gaze lingered around your womb.
Alastor quickly sat back into his seat and buckled his own seatbelt before inserting his car keys into the hole, gripping them with whitening knuckles.
“Thanks for the jacket. I was freezing over here,” you sighed and shivered in your seat.
“Don’t mention it, darling,” the words smoothly fell off of his lips, as if he wasn’t mentally bashing himself for touching you like that, though each advance he held himself back from went unnoticed by you as you relaxed into the leather-clad car seat.
The aroma of bittersweet pine and cinnamon overwhelmed your senses, and Alastor’s scent made you relax considerably as you snuggled into the jacket.
You had been running around, taking orders and checking things off your task list all morning, only looking forward to Alastor’s broadcast the most that day. His soothing voice nearly lulled you to sleep, but you forced yourself awake, out of respect.
The last tender words he spoke to you as you slept the car ride away, snoozing peacefully even as it came to a full stop in front of Alastor’s destination.
You looked so peaceful, so heart-wrenchingly vulnerable tucked into his jacket, away from the prying eyes of the world and within his arms.
How he wished your paths had crossed before everything that had happened, before Alastor’s infamously heinous deeds as the New Orleans Slasher.
And how he wished his mother could’ve met you.
Alastor admired your dozing form for a few more minutes, before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot and driving away into the bleak gray mist that had fallen over the city.
. . .
“We’re here, darling.” Like a switch, his voice instantly pulled you from your nap, and you groaned and stretched with a yawn.
“Come along now. You don't want me to be late for my meeting, do you?” Alastor’s voice, normally at the highest volume possible, had fallen into a quiet, tender whisper as he gently knocked on the window, rousing you awake.
“Oh, Alastor,” you mumbled sleepily, “Are we here already?” You rubbed your drooping eyes as he chuckled and slowly pulled you out of the vehicle.
“Why, yes, we are darling. And I want you to be fully awake for when you meet my friend, now, so chop-chop!” He carefully situated his jacket onto your shoulders, and you both plundered through the snowy streets towards the sidewalks, where various shops and stores sat snug and warm and sheltering their inhabitants from the biting cold that nipped at your nose and pinched your cheeks with frostbite.
Alastor steadied you upon the ice with careful hands snaked around your waist, though all it did was make you nearly slip from the surprise contact. He was getting particularly touchy, lately. Not that you were complaining.
And who were you to complain of the fine, slender fingers, twisting and resting upon you, sharing their warmth and affection, when you clearly craved Alastor’s touch so? When your yearning gazes became more and more frequent with each passing day.
You shook your head of such impish thoughts as you and Alastor strode closer to the row of quaint stores and shops.
“Ah, yes. This is the place,” you glanced from the nearly identical red brick buildings to the particular one that Alastor had stopped at.
A delicate, thin line of cursive was masterfully inscribed upon a large hanging sign, reading, “𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮'𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮,” in a muted cerise pink.
Your eyes scanned the fine chiffon-paned windows with wide eyes. Intricate designs lined with frills and lace stood proudly behind the glass, looking to be of Victorian descent, a more dignified, esteemed time of elegance.
The high frilled collars and waist-choking corsets made you inwardly cringe as you and Alastor walked up the steps, and your uncertainty quickly faded when you stepped inside the boutique.
It looked like a classical, cozy little parlor ripped straight out of a storybook, with a large grandfather clock in the corner and a row of bookshelves standing grandly beside a luxurious sofa chair, covered in dust and peeling slightly in some places, hinting at the age of the relic.
The small ding of a bell rang once the door opened, and it was soon accompanied by a pair of quick footsteps heading down the hallway as a woman called out from behind the hardwood archway that seemed inappropriate for a clothing store. At least, that was what you had assumed it to be in the first place.
“I’ll be right there! Don’t you move an inch, now!” The voice carried a welcoming lilt, like an old friend that you had gotten into trouble with more than several times in primary school.
You peeked out from the small waiting area you had stepped into and were blessed with the sight of rows and rows of opulent, elegant dresses flooded the store that you were sure would have your wallet weeping should you dare to try paying for any of them.
“Sorry to keep you waiting like that, I was just busy with another customer. Now, what can I do for you?”
You blinked in surprise, entirely not expecting the sight of the stately lady before you. Her face was kind, perhaps a bit playful, despite her imposing stature and air of sophisticated elegance she carried.
She was the spitting image of each design that she precariously crafted, like a well-knowing yet mischievous auntie that you could sit down and chat over a cup of tea with for hours.
“Uh, well,” you looked to Alastor, but he simply smiled down at you, being of absolutely no help whatsoever. “Well, he said that we were just here to meet a friend, so you should ask him,” narrowing your eyes at the cheeky radio host, who was probably getting a kick out of your discomfort, you pointed up at Alastor.
The owner – presumably Rosie – blinked, her already ghost-like complexion somehow turning even paler as she laid eyes on Alastor, who stood behind you with a smile full of teeth.
“Oh, Alastor! Is that really you?” You reeled back in surprise as Rosie took him by the shoulders and spun around a few times with a wide, somehow shark-like beam.
“Oh, it has been ages since I’ve seen you that I nearly didn’t recognize you! Just where have you been!?” Rosie gushed over him as she placed a hand to her heart, flashing a smile full of teeth to the radio host.
You looked between them with a bewildered expression. You thought Alastor only allowed you to touch him like that, and so abruptly, too...
“Ah, well, I’m glad that my presence was missed, my dear Rosie,” you raised an eyebrow. My dear? “After all, your fittings are some of the best in New Orleans!”
“Aw, ever the flatterer, aren’t you?”
The pair seemed to completely ignore you in the moment, lost in their own reunion until Rosie placed her hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous glint in her pitch-black gaze.
“And it seems like this pretty little flower’s kept you from my parlor for quite some time! Oh, Al', you just keep bringing so many beautiful young women to my doorstep!”
Now that last part really made you take pause. There were other women before you? You slightly deflated at that thought, though you didn’t know what you expected from someone with Alastor’s reputation and overall appeal.
But the burn in your heart and the slight sting in your eyes betrayed your hurt at the fact that you weren’t anything special to the radio host you had become so taken with.
“But this one might just be the most delectable of all!” Before you could question her strange choice of words, Rosie urgently began pushing you towards the back of the store, past racks of gorgeous dresses and in front of the front counter.
She slipped behind the hardwood desk covered in shiny knickknacks, assorted jewelry – many in the shape of small hearts for the romantic season – and even little chocolate candies covered in shiny, bright pink and red wrapping.
Alastor followed closely behind you two with his arms behind his back.
“How about some candy? It is that time of year, after all! All that romance in the air, the taste of young love on every girl’s tongue! A pretty thing like you must’ve caught the eye of someone special.” She grinned widely down at you, and you happily reached for a piece. “Sure, I'll take one.”
“And who might that be for, my dear?” You jumped and glanced up at Alastor, whose eyes watched your face carefully. His tone bit at the air with a malice you hadn’t heard since the incident at the diner. Rosie leaned against the counter, clearly drinking up every bit of tension.
“That’s none of your business, now, is it?” Taking a chocolate heart, you thanked Rosie with a grateful smile, completely ignoring how Alastor’s eye twitched and he clung closer to your side. His smile stretched wider across his face, the tips of his lips twitching slightly as you gave him a brief side-glance.
Such a strange man...
“So, are you going to introduce us?” Rosie waved to you with a hand on her hip.
“Why, how rude of me!” Alastor pulled you even closer to himself with a hand slung around your shoulder. “This here is my lovely little assistant, and she’s been staying with me for the past couple of weeks! I’ll tell you, she’s quite the helper around the studio! One could only dream to find someone as useful!” Alastor’s scent overwhelmed you as he hugged you close, and when you awkwardly tried to pull away from Alastor’s grasp, he gripped you tighter to himself.
Useful? Was that all you were to him?
"Assistant? I don't remember-" A prompt squeeze of your shoulder from Alastor kept you quiet, and you glared up at him.
“Oh, my! Sounds like you’re quite popular!” It was then that you noticed the slight Boston accent that laced Rosie’s words.
“You know what? The ladies that join here for afternoon tea would just adore you! And they’ve just arrived, too! Oh, Alastor, won’t you let the Doll say hi?” Rosie turned to him with a pleading expression, though Alastor knew that the store owner never waited for permission to do just about anything.
Normally, he’d say yes, but you weren’t fresh meat on the chopping block, nor were you a puppet for Alastor’s entertainment, not anymore at least.
And those women would eat you alive.
“I’m afraid not, my dear. She is not much for such fraternization," he emphasized with a hint of irritation. Rosie deflated with a pout but didn’t push upon the matter. Some of Al’s toys were off-limits, she supposed.
Oh, well. He never was very good at sharing.
A twinge of irritation pricked at the back of your mind. Why didn’t Alastor ask you if you wanted to meet her friends? You would’ve jumped at the chance to meet someone new, but now, with the finality Alastor's tone carried, it seemed such a thing was out of the question.
It irked you that he thought he had any say upon your friendships outside of himself, the strange, oddly possessive man that he was.
But what you despised even more was how easily you complied with his wishes.
“Oh, well, all right then. Perhaps some other time,” Rosie’s smile quickly returned to her face as she straightened her shoulders, shaking off the disappointment from seconds ago. “So, what business can I help you two with?” She folded her hands upon the front desk’s surface with half-lidded eyes, taking upon an air of professionalism.
“Oh, just a private matter I’ve long awaited to tend to, nothing to concern the Doll about. Shall we speak in the parlor?” You narrowed your eyes at Alastor, before shrugging nonchalantly and promptly left his side to observe the rest of the store, turning to a corner with shiny bobbles and trinkets that had caught your eye.
Alastor swiveled to you, his dark eyebrows raised in surprise, and Rosie chuckled at his bewilderment.
“Don’t mind me, just minding my own business,” you turned your back on the pair completely, and Alastor had half a mind to drag you back to the front desk with a tighter grip on your middle than ever before.
“Shall we, then?” Amusement danced in the store owner’s pitch-black eyes as Alastor stiffly nodded with a twitching smile.
The room in which the pair held their usual meetings in was quite similar to the waiting room in which you and Alastor had arrived in, though this one was much more decorated and clearly tailored to Rosie’s personal style, as it was furnished with antiques and furniture most likely preserved from the Victorian era of England.
A small sofa chair sat across from a matching striped loveseat, the fabric of both furnishings colored a cerise pink and decorated with small, dainty intricacies carved into the dark wood of the legs. Bookshelves lined nearly every wall save for the entrance and a small window hanging above a writing desk.
Lilting classical music poured from the well-kept gramophone situated beside a bookshelf, just behind the loveseat.
Alastor made himself comfortable on the sofa chair across from the loveseat where Rosie was seated, pouring herself a cup of tea and him a glass of whiskey from a bottle beside the tea set.
“So, what troubling matters have graced me with your visit, Alastor?” She raised the cup to her maroon-tinted lips and took a small sip, taking small note of how his left hand rose to his bowtie to straighten it, and his fingers tapped frantically against the arm of the chair.
“I needed to ask you for some advice,” he fiddled with his collar for a moment more, his smile widening. This was going to be an awkward conversation, and Rosie surely wouldn’t make it any easier for him, but this certainly wasn’t the lowest level he would stoop to in order to get what he wanted.
Besides, Alastor was well aware that Rosie was something of an expert within the aspect of the heart. If she was the one to go to, he’d make the sacrifice of a slight blow to his pride from the teasing.
“It is no secret that your areas of expertise are outside of my specialties,” he continued, and almost immediately, Rosie perked up with a wide grin, though the confusion that followed sprouted many questions. Why in the world would someone like him want advice on something like that?
“Oh, you know I pride myself upon my specialty upon the matters of the heart!” She fluttered her sharp-nailed fingers at him, intrigue piqued and her inner curiosity buzzing. Could it be...?
“I must say, I’m surprised you’ve taken an interest in such matters. Any particular reason for this sudden change of heart?” Rosie leaned against the chair, waiting for him to answer with a soft smirk. Alastor’s eyebrow twitched. She was going to make him say it.
“Well, there happens to be an investment of mine that has caught more than my eye, recently.” His attempts to be vague fell completely flat when Rosie caught his eyes glancing towards the door behind him.
“And does that ‘investment’ just so happen to be standing outside the door?”
“Ah, ever unrelenting with your teasing, I see,” his voice bit with sarcasm, and he put to use the glass of whiskey that Rosie had provided him with, taking a drink and composing himself.
“Oh, come on, Al’. I’ve seen that look before." Rosie sighed dramatically, looking him up and down with knowing eyes. "You’re in love with her. And you have no idea how to go about it.”
A tender gaze focused upon her oldest friend as his hands tightened around the glass of whiskey. Alastor clearly wasn’t used to being prodded like this. And though normally Rosie would respect his boundaries, love called for a more... personal approach.
“I’ll help you, but I want to be sure,” her soft, motherly demeanor all but evaporated as she narrowed her eyes at him, sharp, dark pupils analyzing every movement like a shark circling blood.
But he was never one to squirm under pressure.
“You’re sure that you love her?”
“With everything that I am.”
“You’d cross every line for her?”
“There is no line I haven’t already crossed. I’d plunge the depths of Hell to be by her side.”
“No matter the cost, you’ll never watch her fall for another?”
“I’d sooner sell my own soul and rip out the heart of those who dare to try.”
The flame in his eyes challenged her overprotective glare, and Rosie relaxed with a deep inhale, relenting her gaze and letting her smile return to her pale features.
“Alright, I’ll help you. But don’t you break that poor girl’s heart, or you’ll never hear the end of it from me.” Alastor relaxed back into the sofa chair. Perhaps this ‘love’ business wouldn’t be so difficult, after all.
Rosie promptly set her teacup down upon the coffee table and leaned forward to spill every secret in her book as if it were one of their regular gossiping sessions, laughing and trading pleasantries over tea.
And she'd make sure that you would be swooning at Alastor's feet when she was done with him.
“Now, here’s the gist of what to do...”
She was something of a miracle worker, after all.
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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: WELCOME TO THE END! YES, YOU DID IT!!
I'm so sorry to dump this whole fic onto ya'll- When I tell you that I audibly gasped when I saw the word count in my drafts-
Like this thing was 4,800 WORDS. I AM NOT ABOUT TO DO THAT TO YA'LL.
Anyways, it's always fun to write for this fic, but this one was so fun to do!! Istg Rosie would be the best wingman ever. She would solve The Summer I Turned Pretty in two episodes.
Thank you so much for reading! I'll see you next time with our favorite demented, yandere TV Man!!
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#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#yandere alastor x reader#alastor the radio demon#yourdoorisunlocked#fanfic#rosie being the ultimate wingman#like she just wants to see her best friend be in love#she'd also be fucking rolling the entire time because he's horrible at social cues#banner by cafekitsune
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I love Kid Transformation Stories. Those stories are always so cute and fluffy and make me feel happy (and it's always fun for the character info/interactions that show up). It's also usually one of those standard fanfic genres you'll find in pretty much every fandom.
So imagine my surprise that there really... Weren't that many in Moomins. I only found one, and it was for the parents getting turned into tots. (And absolutely adorable, btw.)
Of course, this meant my brain promptly started ruminating on its own idea for a Kid TF Fic for Snufkin. (Because I always bully the characters that I like. 😆 )
Basically, Skufkin has been coming down with a cold and is planning on disappearing for a few days to take care of it himself. It's just a little cold and there's no reason for him to bother everyone else with something that he can recover from by himself. (Never mind that the Moomins would never see him asking for help as a bother.) But, obviously, this doesn't go the way he wanted/expected.
Someone/thing magical runs across him on his way to pack up his camp (I've been using "fairy" but that's still subject to change), who views his plans as less "I am Independent and Capable of taking care of Myself" and more "I am a Stubborn Kid that doesn't want to be Babied." (Completely missing the worry about being a burden/bother that's in there as well.) So they decide that they need to show him that there's nothing wrong with getting babied if you're unwell.
They turn him into a little kid to help him "get the message". And leaves after sending up some sparks to make sure someone finds him. (After all, he can't get better without help right now and if no one finds him, it would defeat the purpose of the lesson. Wouldn't it?)
Moomin is the one who finds Snufkin and hurries him home to see if Moominmama can do something to change him back.
Kid shenanigans (and cold shenanigans) ensue.
(The spell has a built-in time limit. After x number of days once the cold is gone, he'll change back to normal. No potions or special medicine or special conditions that need to be met before then.)
Still debating the finer details of the change, like if Snufkin is still himself but dealing with being a little kid physically (and emotionally), or if he's been regressed totally and is just a confused baby until he changes back. But no matter what, I want Cute Baby Stuff happening.
(also, of it's the second one, the Moomins collectively decided that (due to the context clues they've gotten about Snufkin's childhood) they are going to Spoil Him Rotten until this is fixed.)
#moomins#moominvalley#moomin valley#snufkin#snusmumriken#snufkitten#baby snufkin#kid snufkin#rosies art#rosies fanfics#rosies writing#rosies fanart#I am working on this one#I promise you#But if other people wanna write this...#I would love to read it#really!
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Hazbin Hotel X Reader: The Wedding
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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. I'm tired asf after writing this for you guys, but it was worth it. Because I love you, guys. Honestly the toxic part of the HH & HB fandoms drains me. But you good souls out there make being in this fandom worth it. Especially with this VP drama, everything is just crazy and messy. But I'm glad to see some mature, respectful, and level headed people out there handling this drama well and not speaking over the Jewish, Trans, Poc, & LGBTQ+ people. I'll deliver a few more HH & HB stories. But after that I'm taking a break and stepping back from the fandom for awhile because of how toxic it has become. But I'll be posting other things, but I'll still deliver the Helluva Boss wedding version. So I hope yall enjoy the Hazbin version. Don't forget to like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed.
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☕Word Count: 4498
☕Fandom: Helluva Boss
☕Triggers: Angel's part includes drug abuse & about the Val stuff. Husk's parts include alcohol. I hope I handled both subjects well.
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Alastor: You and Alastor met. When you decided to help Charlie at the hotel, you were an overlord who knew how to cause chaos and have fun. That’s what Alastor loved about you. He saw that you were never shy, foolish, or stuck in the mud. He also admired how you would use humor with your powerful abilities. The two of you became close and enjoyed causing chaos. Alastor was the one to ask you out when the hotel threw a party. And you agreed to be Alastor’s partner. The two of you dating wasn’t different from when you were friends. But Alastor did love holding you close to him in private, dancing, and listening to you sing. Alastor never really thought about marriage when he was alive. He wasn’t even thinking about dating since he valued causing pain and his radio show more than love. But being in Hell with you changed things. And after dating for a long while, Alastor wanted to pop the question, so he started planning and had everyone in the hotel help him.
You found it strange how Alastor was acting and when you would ask him, he would simply say. “ Just making big plans, don’t you worry your pretty little head. But lovely doe eyes. “ Later that night Alastor had made a candlelight dinner. And you were led into the room with Angel covering your eyes. You open your eyes. To see Husk playing the violin, Charlie and Vaggie on stage romantically singing on stage, and Niffty led you over to the table after fixing the roses on it. You smiled and looked up to see Alastor standing there. “ I hope, everything looks lovely my dear. “ Alastor walked over and pulled out your seat, you sat down and he pushed up your seat. Alastor had a feeling that he hasn’t felt since he was alive, since his first kill. The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. He sat down and the two of you ate dinner. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, and Niffty. Left you both alone, which Alastor didn’t want them to. But Charlie gave him a thumbs up and left. Alastor cleared his throat and looked at you.
“ My dear, (Y/N), I love you a lot and you know this because we are dating, haha. “ Alastor let out a nervous chuckle. “ But you are more than my partner, you are my everything. You make me feel alive and I love causing chaos with you. And I wanna do it forever. You are so smart, beautiful, and passionate. So will you be mine? “ Alastor opened the box and showed you the ring. You gasped and your lips curled into a smile. You looked at Alastor with tears in your eyes, you nodded and Alastor chuckled and started to laugh. He grabbed your hand and slipped on the ring. You both share a sweet passionate kiss and look into each other’s eyes and then proceed to carry on with the dinner date. After a month the wedding was here, and you both were getting married at the hotel. You made Vaggie, your maid of honor. And she took planning this wedding seriously along with Charlie and Niffty. You already had your wedding outfit and the theme you and Alastor agreed on was lovely. You both had a guest list, food, drinks, etc. Husk was walking you down the aisle. You smiled watching everyone stare at you and when you look at the altar. You saw Alastor, he looked so breathtaking. You stood there holding hands with Alastor, you both staring into each’s eyes. While the marriage officiant talked. You and Alstor exchanged a vow and he went last and here is what he said.
“ My dearest, (Y/N), you were the embodiment of chaos, everything about you from your wicked smile, cunning mind, and evil eyes. I knew that you would not only be my friend. But my love, I will cherish the memories we made and will continue to cherish the ones we make as your husband. Thank you for making me feel alive again. I hope you never get tired of my jokes, my dear just like how I’ll never get tired of that wonderful singing. I promise to protect, honor, love, and grow with you. “
It was official you and Alastor. Were married and you both shared a kiss, everyone clapped and cheered. You and Alastor ate cake, drank, and danced. Alastor hated Vox and Angel Dust's speech. This made you giggle. After the wedding, Alastor and you made it back to your home. He carried you inside and down the hallway. Both of you singing, he set you down on the bed and walked to the bathroom to change, and you sat there changing out of your wedding outfit, and slipped into your pajamas. “ My dear, I think a honeymoon somewhere special will be nice. “ Alastor said calling out from the bathroom. He stepped out buttoning up his maroon-red pajama shirt. He got into bed and kissed your cheek hugging you close. You both stared at the rings on your fingers and then back at each other and looked into each other’s eyes. And gave each a kiss, you were glad to have married Alastor, and he was glad to have married you.
Vox: You and Vox didn’t get along when you first met. It didn’t help that you were friends with Alastor. So the fighting was interesting. But soon you and Vox began to warm up to each other. Whether it was playful teasing, lunch together, or doing favors for each other. Vox soon released he had feelings for you when Valetino was talking about tricking you into signing a contract with him. Vox lost his shit on Valentino and threatened him. He didn’t care if he damaged his relationship with Vox. wasn’t going to let anyone or anything hurt you. Vox eventually asked you out to dinner and you agreed. Little did Vox know you also developed feelings for him. So it was funny when you both asked each other out. Vox was glad to have you as his partner, and he let everyone know you were his and he did that with a broadcast. Saying if anyone hurts or touches you. Will be hanging from his cords.
During your relationship with Vox, he would spoil you. Anything you wanted. He would buy it for you. If anyone pissed you off, they were gone the next day or apologizing then running away. Alastor didn’t mind you dating Vox and supported this relationship. With this relationship going well, Vox was ready to marry you. But he wanted to do something big. So he rented out your favorite restaurant. (If it's a fast food restaurant then, I fucking swear.) Anyway, Vox rented out your favorite restaurant, and you both drove there in the back of the limo. Vox awfully was unusual he is usually bragging about his latest breakthrough in his company or ranting about Alastor. He seemed to be fidgeting with something in his pocket. When arriving at the restaurant, you held onto his arm and you both walked inside. Being greeted by the staff.
You watched as Vox pulled on your seat. And you smiled sitting down. Vox sat down across from you, stared into your eyes, and cleared his throat, he wanted to get this out of the way so the whole evening, he isn’t a nervous wreck. So he cleared his throat and you looked from your menu and down at his hand that was bawled up. He stared at you while his screen glitched and flashed a bit. “ (Y/N), you mean a lot to me. I know we were both assholes to each other. We still are sometimes, but we do it with more passion. But when I look at you, I see more than a partner. I see someone I want to be in this madness. You appreciate me and see me for me. So will you do me a favor and marry me? “ Vox shakily opened his hand showing the small dark blue velvet box. He opened the box and there was an expensive ring. “ I had it custom-made for you. “ He said softly. You gasped and smiled, staring at Vox, and nodded. Vox smiled and grabbed your hand to slip on the ring and kissed you.
You and Vox continued this date. And after a few weeks of planning the wedding was here and just like the dinner date. He went all out for the wedding. He wanted it to be perfect and he also wanted to flex. Rosie was your mind of honor and Vevlet made sure to help out because she quoted. “ This wedding will be the thing everyone will be talking about on Voxtagram and the uninvited will be wishing they, were here. “ She sang out. You had your wedding outfit on and Alastor would be walking you down the aisle, you looked to see Vox standing there looking nervous but happy because you looked so beautiful. When standing up there with him, you two held hands while the marriage officiant talked. You both began to exchange vows and Vox went last, he pulled out a paper from his coat and began talking.
“ (Y/N), You have always been a pain in my ass, and you still are. But good pain. At first, we didn’t get along but now we do and I’m glad we do. Because you are the peace I need when everything is too loud in my head. You know how to have a good time and a relaxing time. You are not only my partner but a dear friend. A friend, I want to marry and be with forever. Thank you for saying yes to me being your boyfriend, and thank you for saying yes to me being your husband. “
After the vows you and Vox kiss. Everyone cheers, shouts, and claps. Vox made sure to get your favorite cake and you two shared it. After the whole wedding fun. The two of you went home. You and drinking wine, laughing and walking into the bedroom. Both of you fell onto the bed, holding each other and caressing each’s cheek, and smiling at each other. “ I know we are already dead, but until death do us part my love. “ Vox said, he placed a kiss on your lips.
Sir Pentious: You had been working for Pentious for a while. You two had been good friends and you loved helping him invent things. You believed in him and you believed that he would be an overlord. Pentious wouldn’t admit it. But he had a crush on you, and he was scared that you’ll reject him. He’s always been rejected, judged, and put down. He wasn’t ready to be hurt again. But one of the henchmen walked over and told you that Pentious liked you, and Pentious screamed and ran towards the door but accidentally smacked into the wall and knocked himself out. Pentious eventually woke up and saw you sitting next to him reading. You saw that you had woken up, and he apologized for acting scared and foolish. You sighed with a smile and kissed his cheek. You told him, that you’ll be his partner which made him happy. He felt like number one. He held you close and kissed your cheek. You and Pentious had been dating for a long while and Pentious was ready to pop the big question.
He wanted this to be perfect and not like how it went when you agreed to be his partner. So he was going to invent something. He was in his lab for a while and asked you not to come in. Which you respected and didn’t even ask why. So you went to go cook dinner for you and him. As you were cooking you heard tiny little clicks. You look over and down to see a little robot. It stretched up to your height with a yellow box and you grabbed the box open it, you gasped seeing a ring. “ I sold half of my inventions, to get you the perfect ring. “ Pentious came from around the corner. And stared at you. “ Will you marry me, (Y/N)? “ He said, with a nervous smile. You ran over and jumped into his arms and kissed him. He took that as a yes. He started to weep. He was going to make sure you both have a lovely wedding.
You and Pentious had a nice wedding and planned it together. Pentious invited his henchmen and you invited your friends. Cherri and Angel heard about the wedding, so they went to crash it. But they saw how happy Pentious was. So they decided to be good guests and took their seats with the egg goons. But you needed someone to walk you down the aisle and Angel offered. So you let the flamboyant spider give you away on your wedding day. You held hands with Pentious at the altar. After the marriage officiant stopped talking you both exchanged vows with Pentious going last.
“ My dearest, (Y/N), I love you a lot and I know I say that every day. Like a lot but every time I see you, you make me remember that all this worth it. You make me glad I live in Hell. And I want to continue to live in Hell with you. I’m glad we will end this day as spouses. I will be glad to call myself your husband. “
After the vows, you and Pentious kiss. His tail wrapped around you and he held you closer. The two of you shared a dance and ate the cake that the egg goons made which was surprisingly delicious. You and Pentious went home. And decided to watch a movie and relax. “ I love you, my dear (Y/N). “ Pentious kissed you and you both snuggle closer and enjoyed your night as a married couple.
Husk: You met Husk when you arrived at the hotel to sing for the guest. You were a famous singer and when Husk saw you and heard you sing on stage. He thought your voice was amazing. But what brought you close together is when he saw a creepy fan bothering you. He walked over and punched the person and knocked them out. You thanked Husk, and he simply shrugged and offered to make you a drink. The two of you drank and chatted all night. After that night the two of you became good friends. And you visit Husk, sometimes he would vent to you about his frustration and eventually tell you about his old life. And your words always melted Husk and made him feel at peace. He soon asked you out on your, guys’ second date and you agreed to be his partner. Dating Husk was nice and he was kind to you and you were kind to him. After dating for a long while. He didn’t think about marriage until Alastor brought it up. Husk had trouble planning on how to ask for your hand in marriage, thankfully Alastor decided to help and made sure to keep Angel out of it.
Alastor had Niffty keep you distracted. Husk decided to use the garden and he got more help from Charlie and Vaggie to help. Angel snuck in to help but he did an amazing job with the fairy lights. Niffty leads you outside. You were always amazed at how beautiful the garden was and how well-kept it was. But it looked even more stunning at night and as you continued to walk. You stopped and saw Husk standing there holding a black box. Alastor, Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie held up separate signs that said. ‘ Will You Marry Me? ‘ You walked towards Husk and watched him open the box to reveal the ring. You smiled and nodded, you agreed to marry Husk which made the demonic-looking cat happy. He slipped the ring on your finger while the others left to give you and Husk some time alone. You and Husk walked through the garden while talking, laughing, and discussing wedding plans. When the wedding finally arrived, you stood in front of the mirror admiring your wedding outfit. Alastor would be walking you down the aisle. You walked up and held hands with Husk, going on to exchange vows and Husk went last. He let out a nervous chuckle. He saw Vaggie give a thumbs-up while holding Charlie close. Husk cleared his throat and began to speak.
“ (Y/N) When I first met you, I didn’t think you were always going to be this damn important to me. Ever since I arrived in Hell. I pushed people away and drowned myself in booze and gambling. Something to fill that empty void in my hard. I kept telling myself, I lost the ability to love years ago. That the only thing I should love was nothing… but then I met you, and you changed all that. You not only helped me change for you. But for myself, and I thank you for that. You may be a demon like me but you came into my life like an angel. And I can’t wait to go to bed seeing that beautiful face of yours and to wake up seeing it again, I love you (Y/N ) “
Husk finished speaking and stared at you. You both had tears in your eyes and then proceeded to kiss. Everyone cheered you to celebrate. You and Husk cut the cake together. Husk didn’t drink at all, he seemed happy with other beverages and the cake. It made you happy to see him enjoying something other than alcohol and gambling. After the wedding, Husk carried you home while you rambled about a honeymoon trip that you both could take. Husk chuckled. “ I’ll see how much is in the bank account doll. “ Husk plops down on the couch with you and held you close. The both of you decided to watch an old movie while cuddling on the couch. You placed your hand on Husk’s chest and he gave you a kiss on your chin. Husk was glad to have you in his life and he was glad to call you his spouse.
Angel Dust: Cherri had introduced you to Angel Dust and you weren’t sure what to think of him. But after a while, you two clicked and it was always fun with Angel around. The two of you loved to gossip, run around in the streets of hell, and sometimes dress up Fat Nugget. You had taught Angel about boundaries and how to respect people’s boundaries. You had sadly learned he didn’t know about boundaries because of Valentino. Oh, how you wanted to turn that bitch ass moth into dust for the things he did to Angel and what he made Angel do. It took some time but you eventually helped Angel learn about boundaries and even teach him how to set his own boundaries. The drug problem took some time and even with being in a relationship with him, it took some time. Angel even built the courage to stand up and walk away from Valentino. You and Angel had a nice relationship and he loved seeing you and Fat Nugget whenever he entered his room.
After a long while of dating, getting comfortable with each other, and growing with each other. Angel Dust wanted to marry you. And if he knew if his mother was here, then she would scream and be excited. He called up his siblings to help, then asked Vaggie and Charlie to help. All agreed to help. Molly decided to keep you distracted by telling you childhood stories about Angel while you two watched some movie, she picked out. Angel Dust planned a picnic on the rooftop of the hotel and brought Fat Nugget along for a good reason. Angel texted Molly to bring you up to the roof. Molly grabbed your hand and lead you to the flights of stairs to the rooftop. You gasped seeing the rooftop decorated and a small table with your favorite food, drinks, and dessert. Angel thanked his sister Molly for distracting you and his brother for cooking the food.
Angel pulled out your chair. You sat down and Angel called over Fat Nugget. You squealed wanting to see your little demon pig baby. But what made your (E/C) go wide was that Fat Nugget had a little pink velvet box on his back. He stopped in front of you and you looked at Angel who nodded at you. You picked up the box and opened it. Your eyes teared up as you stared at the ring and looked at Angel. “ Will you marry me? “ Angel asked and held out his hand. You smile with tears and nod at Angel, you slipped on the ring and offered him your hand. He placed a kiss on your hand and was happy you said yes. The two of you enjoyed the meal, soon the wedding had arrived, and with Angel was the extra spider he is. He went all out for this wedding. Vaggie was giving you away on your wedding day, and Fat Nugget was swinging rose petals from the basket. You and Angel held hands at the altar and exchanged vows, and Angel went last he seemed genuinely happy when he looked into your eyes.
“ I have never been good at writing sappy shit, I almost had Husk and Alastor helped me. But I decided to do this for myself. Because you taught me how to not only do things for myself but to stand up for myself. I love are loud and quiet moments. I love the way you smile and laugh, and that thing you do with your nose when you are mad. It’s adorable babe. But what I love most about you. Is that you didn’t give up on me. You saw me more than some annoying loud asshole. You saw my many layers and you showed me many layers of you. I’m so glad you came into my life. You mean the world to me and I want to continue making these layers with you, speaking of layers can’t wait to try the cake with you. But I mean when I see I love ya, and I can’t wait to see what memories you, me, and Fat Nugget make. “
The vows were beautiful and you kissed Angel. He held you close to kiss you more and everyone cheered. You both celebrated and enjoyed eating the cake. Even going as far as to smear each’s others’ faces with the cake frosting. Pictures being taken those pictures that would last a long time. You and Angel went to the rooftop while everyone was having fun. You both sat up there drinking and cuddling. “ I’m glad, I’m not in pain anymore. “ Angel said looking at you. “ I’m glad someone like you hit me with reality and took me seriously, I love you. “ Angel kissed you and held you close. The two of you watching the stars and holding each other close.
Rosie: You came across Rosie because you were Alastor’s little sibling. And Alastor loved having you by his side so you of course would be meeting Rosie. And the two of you enjoyed reading, talking, going on walks, and baking sweets. Throughout this beautiful friendship formed a relationship. And Rosie loved having you as a partner. She adored and spoiled you, with this long loving relationship, Rosie wanted to marry you. And she asked for Alastor’s blessing and your brother of course gave his blessing. He saw how Rosie treated you and he wanted not only Rosie but you to be happy as well. So Rosie and Alastor got to planning. You had been out shopping for groceries and running errands. When you arrived home at your and Rosie’s home. Something smelled good. You set the bags down and walked into the kitchen but didn’t see. You saw a cake sitting on the table it was your favorite flavor. You stepped closer and gasped seeing the frosting spelled out will you marry me with the ring on it like a little decoration “So will you? “ You turned around to see Rosie staring at you.
She walked over and looked at you. You smiled at her and said yes. She kissed you and smiled in the kiss. You pick up the ring from the cake and lick the frosting from it and slip it on your finger, you and Rosie decided to eat the cake. Rosie later that night called Alastor while you were sleeping and told him. That everything went well, he was glad to hear that. Soon the wedding had arrived and you both decided to have a garden wedding. You were walking down the aisle in your beautiful wedding outfit, Alastor was giving you away on your wedding day.
You stood up there with Rosie. Both wearing flower crowns and holding hands. Looking into each’s others’ eyes while smiling. She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress and she loved your wedding outfit. Alastor was proud to see his best friend and sibling getting married. He even got you both a nice wedding gift and couldn’t wait for you to both open it. But now it was time to exchange vows and Rosie went last.
“ My dear, (Y/N) how I have pictured this day. Standing here with you, with all our friends and family. I’m glad they witness mean marrying a beautiful soul and face like you. I’m glad that Alastor had introduced us because I saw you. I saw something bright, I just didn’t know that bright light would bring me closer to you, and I’m glad it did. For I want to see where this marriage will take us and what new memories we will make. I’m also happy that Alastor will be my brother-in-law since I always considered him family. And now I can consider you not just my spouse but my everything. You are the bee to my flower, the frosting to my cake, and the madness to my chaos. I love you my, (Y/N) thank you for this beautiful day. “
You and Rosie kissed. While everyone cheered, you and Rosie shared a dance. You also shared a dance with your big brother Alastor who kept telling you how proud of you, he was, he also wanted you and Rosie to open the gift which you both did. Alastor made you both a custom radio. You smiled and thanked him. After the wedding, you and Rosie went home. And changed into your sleepwear. She crawled into bed with you and peppers you in kisses, the two of you sharing a passionate kiss in bed, and broke away to stare at each other. You found beauty in her madness just like she did with you.
#helluva boss#hazbin hotel#hazbin x reader#alastor x reader#vox x reader#sir pentious x reader#husk x reader#angel dust x reader#rosie x reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin vox#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin husk#hazbin angel dust#hazbin rosie#fan fiction#fandoms#fandom#fanfic#hazbin charlie#hazbin vaggie#hazbin niffty#hazbin velvet#hazbin valentino#writerscorner#writeblr#writing#writers on tumblr#my writing#request ☕📖
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mota uniform studies + a very good boy
#meatball was my fave lol. hes got a mask#masters of the air#hbo war#jack kidd#william quinn#richard macon#alexander jefferson#kidd is in winter dress and the rosie i previously posted is baso the summer version.#also not 100% on the tuskegee flight gear? im 90% sure its an raf life jacket but idk on the googles just kinda guessed. also a lot of weir#random straps and things but! very cool flight gear.#gonna work on BOB + TP next. service uniforms and the other field stuff. feel free to use for art + fanfic references
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the way i would give this man the most sloppiest,juiciest, wettest, dirtiest,sickening,stomach turning, shameful, degrading, humiliating, stickiest, stressful terrifying, eye rolling, soaked,eye twitching,lip biting,hair pulling, throat getting weaker and weaker, creaming in my pants, begging me to stop,arching, chained to the chair,creamiest pie, eyes filling with tears, can't breathe from how it's gurgling in my throat, never ending, head in the world.
#im so normal about him#need him so bad#2nd pic is making me dizzy#josh… come home#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure#sorry moots#josh hutcherson#jhutch#josh futturman#future man#josh futterman x reader#mike schmidt#mike schmidt headcanons#mike fnaf#mike schmidt x fem!reader#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt fanfic#mike schmidt smut#rosie rants ―୨୧
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Soccer Family as The Addams
Since it's spooky season, I figured why not getting a little art of this wee AU <3. With a new addition!
Miguel and Mama ❤️✨
Gabi and Benji 🥹❤️✨
And Rosie 🌹✨
Drawing children is hard kjsjdsdjs.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#atsv miguel#soccer family ⚽🕷️#gabi o'hara#benjamin o'hara#rosie o'hara#wife reader#t draws ✨#miguel o'hara fanart#fanfic art
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Shrike: 2582 Days of Hell
[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable.]
[One shot, word count 3326, Cw: none]
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Eleven months. Eleven fucking months since Alastor disappeared after that fight with Vox. And not a word or glimpse of him in that entire time. You knew he was alive. There was a tiny fragment of his shadow magick in the decorative finial of one of your hatpins. The enamel black eighth note at the end of a foot of thin steel was warm to your touch. It felt like your hand resting in the crook of his arm whenever you walked together.
If he’d died, that bit of shadow would have vanished and it would just be cold enamel and metal. So you checked it morning and night. You kept your usual rotation of pins; despite wanting the constant reassurance you didn’t want anyone to notice you favoring one accessory. Maybe you were being overly cautious, but you couldn’t help it with Alastor’s absence.
Niffty had vanished in a puff of ash about two weeks after Alastor had. Presumably your husband had summoned her to…wherever he was. There were other demons that had made deals with him in exchange for their souls. If he’d died all those deals would be void. But not one had dissolved, giving you more hope that he was recovering somewhere.
Which you needed. Every time you ventured beyond your territory or Cannibal Town, every television screen in your vicinity started displaying Vox’s face. The insufferable screen saver enjoyed rubbing Alastor’s absence in your face whenever possible. Sometimes it was just his face following you. Others, he staged talk shows or news stories discussing that last fight. He always circled back to the fact that he was active and your husband hadn’t been seen for months. The longer it was, the more gleeful he became.
Extermination Day was about a month ago. You spent the whole time gripping the music note pin, trying to detect any hint of Alastor running into the angels. Fortunately the shadow was unchanged.
Carmilla Carmine had called a meeting of Overlords to discuss the fallout from this latest attack. Meetings like this generally occurred every few years, often a result from something unusual happening. A drastic increase or decrease in kills, the loss of an Overlord, a particular district being targeted, all had warranted a meeting in the past.
This year it seemed there were several upheavals in territory and Overlords in charge. After Carmilla greeted the assembled demons, her focus turned to you. “Y/N. Will your husband be joining us today?”
Decades of performing allowed you to answer steadily, with a smile even. “No, not today.” Usually you attended these together, occasionally Alastor went alone. This was the first time you were there solo. There was an immediate bray of laughter from the other side of the table.
All three of the Vees were here today. Vox had a confident sneer on his screen (he’d updated his head to be a flat screen television a little over a decade ago). Valentino licked his lips before slowly grinning in what you presumed was meant to be a lascivious manner. Velvette, the youngest of everyone in the room, was texting rapidly on her phone. She’d been the one laughing and continued to snigger.
“Not today?” she asked without looking up. “Don’t you mean never, little Miss Frigid?” She finally glared at you over her shoulder, pink braids falling heavily around her face. “Why don’t you just admit what everyone in Hell fucking knows? Vox killed your twiggy arse husband and you’re useless without him.”
You did your best to keep your cool. This would be easier if you at least knew what Alastor was up to. Outright lies could get you in trouble later on, but admitting you didn’t know where he was? That would bring a shit load of trouble now.
“Surprising that ‘everyone in Hell’ is so eager to believe your tabloid drivel.” You waved a dismissive hand at the trio, launching a slight gust at them that frizzed Velvette’s hair. Not enough to undo her hairstyle, but she wouldn’t be able to fix it without taking it all down. The girl was fanatical about looking perfect in public; the loose hairs would drive her crazy.
Carmilla smacked the tabletop. “Y/N. You know my policy on weapons and magick at these meetings,” she said firmly.
You tilted your head slightly in her direction. “Apologies, cher, I just get annoyed by the chittering of little bugs.” You deliberately avoided saying that it wouldn’t happen again. Velvette growled. “If my darling Alastor was dead don’t you think that all the former members of this group he had ownership of would be coming after me?” You laced your talons together and rested your chin on top of them. “But I haven’t had to bother myself with any of them.”
Vox snorted. “Then why isn’t the pussy whipped fucker here?”
“I’ll admit you got some good hits in during that fight, Vox. So he’s taking a well earned rest.” Hopefully your tone was dismissive enough that they’d stop pushing.
Of course they wouldn’t. Especially not Velvette, she seemed to thrive on pushing buttons. She laughed again. “Ha! An Overlord taking what, an eleven month rest? Pathetic. If he can’t even show up to protect his territory I say it’s free game.”
Apparently the girl hadn’t gotten the message about you. Vox and Valentino exchanged a glance over her head as you smiled sharply at her. “Zut alors cher! Impatient, vapid, and misinformed? On top of being poorly dressed? I suppose you have that chip on your shoulder for a reason, ma petite.” You had the satisfaction of seeing her manicured nails digging into the table. “I’m not some pretty proxy little girl. Our territory is staying ours.”
Velvette was rising from her seat when Carmilla slammed the tabletop. “¡Es suficiente! Thank you for the information, Y/N. Velvette, take your seat. We have other business to discuss.” With that the meeting started in earnest.
A handful of minor players had perished. There were still turf wars going on but it looked like at least one new Overlord was emerging from the fray. Carmilla displayed a map of the city; one contested spot was close to your borders. You really didn’t have the motivation to go after it at the moment however. If you didn’t though, the brats might just do so instead. You could see them slowly creeping closer, putting pressure on you and yours. Although with the anger in Velvette’s eyes it might not be too slow.
The meeting stretched on. Before ten minutes had passed the Vees had pulled out their phones and the pings of text messages filled the air constantly as they texted each other. Despite glares from Carmilla, they kept going. It would almost sound musical if it wasn’t so strident.
There was discussion, offers and counteroffers for territory and cash, all with the undertone of tension. You participated enough to not be dismissed as an easy target. Carmine’s rule extended to the streets immediately around her building. Despite that, you could feel Velvette and her compatriots following you closely once the group started leaving.
Fuck this nonsense. Quickly, your wings flicked open and you pushed off into the sky. You didn’t even have to add anything to the downdraft; the Vees were knocked off balance, Velvette’s hair ripped out of its braids and tangled in the gusts. “YOU FUCKING OUTDATED BITCH!” she shrieked from below. Valentino could follow you but you doubted he would. He didn’t relish pain on his own person, just his employees.
You pushed yourself faster than usual on the flight home. The exertion helped distract you. But once you were home, the door locked securely behind you, all the emotions boiled over.
“Alastor you bastard!” you screamed into the cold dark house. “Where the fuck are you!” You sent out an involuntary rush of air; you could hear items pushed off surfaces, paper and cloth ripping. That was enough to stop you from screaming more, but it didn’t get rid of your twisted knot of feelings.
You didn’t have great night vision but you couldn’t make the effort to turn on the lights. You knew where the item you wanted was. You grabbed a bottle from the sideboard and made your way to the bedroom. You skipped your nightly routine, opting to just shed clothes as you walked. Your hatpin and hat you dropped on your vanity counter. Going by feel, you grabbed the music note pin.
In the past months you had arranged cushions and blankets in the mattress into a comfort nest. You couldn’t bear the empty expanse of the bed. Your nest surrounded you on every side with enough illusion of warmth to let you sleep.
You opened the bottle of whiskey. Not bothering with a glass, you chugged gulps until it was half empty. That wasn’t the way to treat good liquor but this wasn’t a good night. You capped the bottle, placed it on your nightstand for later before burrowing under the duvet.
Not even half a bottle of strong alcohol could keep everything at bay. But there were no Overlords here to mock you, no underlings to gossip, no friends to pester you. No Alastor waiting with a handkerchief after you cried all your emotions out. Just the drone of insects in the bayou and a drop of shadow attached to enamel and steel.
Maybe he could hear you through that fragment. You were going to talk either way. “Alastor? Please come home cher. I miss you. I can do this alone, I know it. I have been. But where’s the fun without you? Come home. S’il vous plaît?” At some point you started crying and eventually fell asleep.
You woke up to a hand on your shoulder and a voice calling your name. For a split second you hoped it was Alastor, but the scent of blood and rose perfume told you who it was. “Rosie,” you mumbled, not removing the duvet. She’d had a key to your house for decades of course.
“Darlin’, how long have you been in there?” she asked gently. She didn’t remove the duvet, perhaps knowing you needed to retreat from everything.
“When was the meeting?” you managed to ask. According to your friend, it had been a full day ago. “Since I got home from that.”
She sighed and rubbed your shoulder gently. “Y/N, dearie, you can talk to me if you’d like. It seems like you have a lot going on.”
You wanted to. Oh how you wanted to just let that knot of emotions loose. But even though you were friends, Rosie was still an Overlord, roughly equal in strength. You were vulnerable enough like this. If she knew Alastor was missing, would she be able to resist the temptation to take over? You hoped so but still didn’t want to take the chance.
A few long moments passed silently. Then: “You don’t know where Alastor is. Do you honey?” You froze. “Of course not, you wouldn’t have been so cagey at that meeting if you did.”
You flipped back the duvet enough to look at her. Nothing calculating in her expression, just worry about two of her friends. Her solid black eyes still managed to express concern. She answered your silent question “I’ve known you both for ages, darlin’. We’ve helped each other out plenty of times! If your man was really that hurt, you’d have let me help by now. So, you must not know what’s going on yourself.”
“Rosie, cher, you really are one amazing demon.”
“Oh honey, you flatter me! Let’s get something in you other than whiskey and we’ll talk.” You asked her to grab your housecoat, not feeling up to getting dressed but you also didn’t want to share every bodily secret, no matter how good of friends you were.
Later the two of you were sharing a pot of coffee, biscuits, and eggs. “Do you think anyone else has figured it out?”
“That not even you know where he is? I don’t think so. You’ve been acting as if he’s with you. And none of the other Overlords know you two like I do,” she said while adding sugar cubes to her coffee. “Alright, details, details. If I’m going to help you out, I gotta know what’s going on.”
There wasn’t much more you could tell her. She had seen the footage of Alastor and Vox fighting, then both backing down and his disappearance into his shadow. Vox had aired every angle he had of the incident multiple times. He’d even made an hour-long special with 3D models recreating the fight with dramatic shots and heroic close ups of his face. Part of the special even went frame by frame through Alastor’s shadows wrapping around him, pointing out every possible detail that Vox could spin as proof the Radio Demon couldn’t have survived.
While Rosie wasn’t about to believe Vox’s word, she did gently ask how you were so sure your husband survived. “Like I said, if the former Overlords he owns were free, they’d be coming for me. But also,” you hand the music note hatpin to her, “we made these in… the 1940’s I think it was.”
You let her examine it. The cannibal turned it over in her hands, gleaming steel flashing between her slim fingers. Before long she noticed the magick in the finial. She brushed her fingertips against the eighth note and felt Alastor’s distinctive green edged black power.
“Alastor has matching cufflinks with my power in them. So I know he’s alive. I just don’t know where.” You took the pin back and sighed. “I’m not about to let everyone know about this however. Especially when he hasn’t contacted me.”
“Well, shit. That makes things harder. Not a word from him?”
You shook your head. “He summoned Niffty a while back. I thought he might send her back with a message, some information, anything. But she’s been gone since a couple weeks after Alastor disappeared. I’m so scared of making something up and it backfiring! And if those brats find out I’m basically alone they’ll all come at me together.” You ran a hand through your hair restlessly. “I can take them on individually. Maybe even two to one. But if all three attack together? I’d be fucked.”
Rosie stayed quiet, letting you vent your fear out as she ate. “Well, one thing I can do is back you up. Both with what you say about Alastor and if those three come calling.”
“You’d…you’d do that for me? For Alastor?” Sure you were friends, but putting yourself on the line for another Overlord was not the norm.
“Of course honey! That’s what allies do; it's what friends do. We’ve done enough favors for each other that I’ve stopped counting, just like you right?” You had to nod at that. At some point it was silly to keep track who owed whom. “Not to mention, you and Alastor are much better neighbors than any of the Vees or their cronies. And you know my people, they don’t care for all that modern junk those brats peddle.”
You hadn’t realized quite how unsteady you’d felt these past months. Just knowing there was someone on your side helped immensely. Enough that you could think of your next steps instead of simply trying to endure what came your way. “Merci Rosie.” She squeezed your hand gently before encouraging you to eat. You hadn’t had much of an appetite recently but you needed to. Especially if you were going to rule your territory alone for now.
You and your friend discussed your options as breakfast disappeared. Rosie, reassured you at least felt a bit more stable, headed home after helping you wash the dishes. You then soaked in the bath, letting the warm water soothe the tension in your body. Your back and wings were sore after that dash home yesterday.
The hatpin was sitting on the bathroom counter. “I’m still mad at you, cher,” you said to it. Sound probably couldn’t travel through that fragment but you decided to act like Alastor could hear you. “And I’m not going to forgive you easily. But I’m not letting everything we’ve done together crumble because I’m upset. And I’m not letting those little bitches from the Vees crush us.”
You kept busy the following days. You quickly annexed that contested area for starters. No need to give the Vees a foothold so close to you and your friend.
Alastor’s broadcast station couldn’t do much without him. But there was space in the building. You moved recording equipment there. While you couldn’t write music, you recognized talent and you had an ability to pick what music would not just be popular, but endure past the moment.
Starting with an album of your favorite songs, you set up Songbird Studios. You leaned into the audio quality of vinyl records and the aura of class and exclusivity. Even though your library of music spanned genres, you were very selective about who could sign with the studio.
With a steady flow of income, you increased your power base. More deals and souls, favors and debts waiting for you to cash in, all of which firmed up your Overlord status.
There were days you cried, days you raged, days you wanted to stay in your nest and days you wanted to tear down the Vees tower brick by tacky brick. You confided in Rosie who continued to give you support and pinkie fingers to crunch when you were particularly upset. You were there when she needed someone to talk to and provide entertainment to Cannibal Town, both on your own and scheduling artists that worked for you.
It took a lot of effort, but you did your best to act indifferent at the Vees’ needling. The less reaction they received, the less fun it was. It took years but eventually they lost interest in messing with you.
You counted the days since Alastor vanished. Even once you knew his location, you kept track until you saw him in person again. Carmilla called a few meetings over those 2,500-plus days. You went to some, skipped others.
The latest one, you saw Velvette entering the building from your vantage point above. You were not in the right headspace to deal with the little bitch, knowing where Alastor was staying but not having seen him yet. Choose your battles.
Of course, when you found out later that your husband had attended that meeting, you wanted to kick yourself. And him. And Velvette but you always wanted to kick Velvette. Might as well add in the other two Vees while you were at it.
Once you reunited with Alastor at Charlie Morningstar’s hotel, you immediately moved into his suite. He kept the same motif as your home and it was easy enough to settle in. That night, you refused to let go of his torso as you laid in bed together. Even so, you were more relaxed than any other time in the past seven years.
“Two thousand five hundred and eighty two,” you said, your face buried into his side.
“Hmm? What was that, cher?” he asked, stroking your arm.
“Two thousand five hundred and eighty two. That’s how many days it’s been since I saw you last.” You sat up a bit to look at him in his vibrant red eyes. “I kept track.”
“I would expect nothing less from you my dear.”
“I’m going to take those days out on the person that separated us.”
His smile turned sharper. His sclera flickered black as his pupils turned into radio dials. “Will you allow my assistance, my dear Shrike?”
You reached up to stroke his face. You could feel your feathers sharpening. “Of course. I’ll need help after all. And who am I to deny the Radio Demon his revenge?”
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