Genius Of Love

Alexis, 23; Sideblog @6esi 𑁍ࠬܓ

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... may i also raise the possibility of you actually finding a promising match with someone - not necessarily being in love, but he'd secure a stable future for the two of you - but you remain hesitant because you're actually in love with alastor, and no matter how naive it is, you still cling to hoping. you know he's a married man, so you'd never expect him to cheat or abandon his wife, and you're planning a wedding now as well after you've finally been proposed to by that other man, pretending you're happy picking out a location and where to settle after - somewhere far away from Louisiana because your husband-to-be is picking up the vibes between you and alastor.

(so, naturally, the only option is for alastor to crash the wedding, and the two of you live in that itty bitty cabin UNTIL your ex-fiance kinda shoots him out of revenge when he's out hiding a body, and you then kill him before ending your own life to be with alastor in hell. anyway, whopsee.)

i just need you to know that EVERY TIME i open tumblr, or refresh, the post you made on March 30th about "imagine the mind-blowing sex alastor would treat you to after his ritual was successful" appears as the 2nd or 3rd post down, literally every time without fail.

like yes tumblr. i've seen it. it's a good post. great post even. see that little red heart? i've liked it. i have Seen this post. thank you.

and yk what? it is a good post and i like being reminded of it. but tumblr is like, that post's number 1 fan.

True, genuine fear — Alastor was largely unfamiliar with the sentiment.

In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he felt his heart lurch in his chest and the unpleasant sensation of cold water washing over him from head to toe.

Anything could make one feel that way, anything that was trepidating enough to instill a sense of foreboding or dread.

But you, his wife, the mother of his child?

The same person he had affectionately coined the epitome of adorable when you accepted the wrong meal because you didn’t want to hurt the waitress’s feelings on your first date?

Even as he held the tiny, jagged piece of torn paper in between his thumb and his forefinger, rich brown pools alternating between chicken scratch and the door, which was only cracked open a sliver, Alastor couldn’t quite believe it.

His heart hammered away in his chest, body thrumming with a mixture of apprehension and sordid joy, limbs struggling to support him from his place on the ground.

Apprehension because the note lodged in his slender fingers read:

“Mommy is lisening.”

Sordid joy because he couldn’t help but delight in the foreign sentiment he never thought you were capable of inspiring in him.

“You spelled ‘listening’ wrong,” Alastor merely muttered under his breath.

He drew his fingers inward, slowly crushing the piece of paper in his palm; but it protested with a loud crinkling sound, making him wince.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Your daughter’s little voice hissed. “Mommy is gonna be mad at me, and it’s all your fault.”

So, fraternal twins happen when two separate eggs are released during a cycle and are independently fertilized by two different sperm. I apologize in advance cause this is gonna sound freaky.

In your murdermedia x reader fics, the reader is pregnant and has no way of knowing who the father is until the birth. What if when she got impregnated, both Alastor and Vincent were inside her and finished at the same time. It'd be pretty funny if she was pregnant with twins and one was Alastor's and the other was Vincent's.

I know this sounds hella freaky and doesn't make any sense, I just think it would be funny. I'm sorry 😭

I hope y’all know that there is no need to apologize for whatever it is that you send me, even though I’m not as freaky or adventurous as I’d like to be — with that being said, this definitely would be funny (in an endearing way)

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but anyway i do love me some PapaAlastor but also… and this may just be me projecting like crazy (definitely) but ive always imagined him being more squicked out at the idea of having and taking care of a child. and like, imagine being Alastor’s close friend and at some point you two do the devils tango (lmao). it was nice! but it’s like a one and done thing. however…

you miss your period. uh oh. you start feeling sick. oh no. congrats, you are gregnant! and as far as you know, the guy you last boinked doesn’t want kids. cue reader shaking and crying silently, spiraling over how angry and full of resentment Alastor would be if he found out that his life is going to be changed so permanently, “i need to get the hell out of here.” because why risk losing him completely, even if he took you in and did his part of responsibility that you know he would feel obligated to do, what if he resented you for the rest of your lives?

again this is me projecting like craaaazyyyy, but i would leave New Orleans and perhaps even the whole state of Louisiana 😭 but imagine with me further here, you end up packing up and leaving… without saying a single word to Alastor. you don’t think it will matter much, what you two had was more or less a hookup of curiosity on his side and yours (though it might’ve been more but who knows now!) and you truly believe that Alastor would be fine without you anyway, especially now that you’re carrying his baby. it’s like you’ll always have a part of him with you, so you’re not fully losing him 🥲

but let’s say that years have passed by now, and the child that you have raised on your own is eighteen or so now, old enough to want to be independent and also chase their dreams, and they want to go into radio! and it’s heartbreaking how much of Alastor that you see in them but you support your child anyway. somewhere along the way (idk i’m just spitballing here) you and your child go to this party(or something idk how this would work) where they end up meeting Alastor!! who has NOT been shot and is a famous radio star at this point and time. wow… middle aged Alastor mmm…

anyway, your kid has always looked up to Alastor and has heard him on the radio for most of their life (because you never stopped listening to him) and is so ecstatic to meet him! maybe Alastor gets a weird sense of familiarity about this young adult that’s kinda throwing him off as to why, and while he’s having this pleasant conversation with who he thinks is just a fan, your child points you out amongst the other people and says “that’s my Mama, she’s the one who introduced me to your show and is the reason i’m following my dream.”

and just. AAAAA. what would he even do. would he recognize you immediately? despite the time apart and how beautifully you’ve aged since he last saw you? does he make the connection that the earnest young adult he’s talking with is also his child? is he viscerally reminded of how his own mother encouraged him to pursue his career in radio? what does he think?

like holy hell the brainworms i have over this. it’s a sickness at this point and i must spread it to you 🤒 love your writing and i hope you like the idea i have that i will probably never write haha