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~December 1920~

Mimzy: *Bursts into the Liefde manor waving around a piece of paper wildly, squealing* It's done!! I did it!!!

Reader: Wooo!! *Throws her arms in the air happily*

Alastor: *Raises an eyebrow amused* Do you even know what she's talking about?

Reader: Nope! *Smiles innocently as Alastor shakes his head amused*

Edward: *Walking over to Mimzy* My, that looks like the deed to a property. Did you purchase a home?

Mimzy: Even better, I purchased the perfect spot for my speakeasy *Brandishes the deed to show the property address*

Reader: Oh! You finally pick the location for your bar?! *Excitedly moving over to Mimzys side* How are you gonna decorate it? Should I call some of the guys to see if we can snag some of the good booze for it?

Mimzy: *Smirks* What do you know which is good booze?

Edward: The guys? *He whispers concerned as he glances over to Alastor wondering if he has competition for Readers heart*

Reader: I don't! *Grins as Mimzy scrunches her nose up at Reader*

Mimzy: You're gonna have to help me with everything else regardless. I'm gonna need to décor and booths and a bar. And every little thing else

Reader: Shopping trip! *The two girls run out excitedly as they head to the market street to pick up different décor ideas*

Edward: Alastor? Who are these boys she mentioned?

Alastor: Criminals that she adopted *Straightening out his attire so he can head out after the two* Nothing to worry about. They aren't competition

Edward: Oh, well, in that case *Grabs his coat* Let's be our way

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*Shop after shop the four of them traveled to every place on the list. They picked out mirrors, they got material to build stages and the bar, they got booths, stools, tables, lights, and speakers. They went to visit a couple of musicians to have them play music and Mimzy even went off to find her friends to be performers for her*

Mimzy: Now ladies, don't crowd the poor men

*The young ladies all attempted to drape themselves over Alastor who continually dodges their attempts to grab him before hiding behind Reader, the rest hold on to Edward who simply smiles kindly*

Bob cut girl: *Petting Edwards bicep* But they're so handsome

Wavy haired girl: Come on, handsome, don't be shy *Coos at Alastor*

Reader: *Smiles sweetly with a tilt of her head as a dangerous aura surrounds her* Alastor doesn't like to be touched and my father isn't on the market

*The girls shiver and quickly hide behind Mimzy*

Girls: *In unison* Yes ma'am

*Edward chuckles and winks at Alastor in encouragement only to cover his mouth to prevent himself from bursting out in laughter as he notices Alastors lovesick look at Reader*

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*The four of them continue on with their trip visiting the criminal ring to talk to them about the speakeasy and to get some of the good booze, the boys completely agreed to help. They also offered for some to be security, some helping with building and maintaining and some even bartending, all of them having past experience with it before they lost their jobs due to the alcohol banned. It took hours upon hours to finally get things built*

Edward: On three! One! *Grips the edge of the bar on his side tightly while the boys grip it along the other ends* Two! Three!!

*Edward and the boys lift the bar off of its front and tip it over right side up before they get the hammers and nail the bottom into place. Once they're done, the girls come in and start wiping everything down to clean it off with the others filling the bottom shelfs with alcohol, the wall behind the bar is fully stocked with a bunch of different alcoholic beverages and the cabinets below are filled with glasses and a few bar snacks. Alastor stands on the newly finished stage, polishing down every instrument and making sure each and every one of them is tuned properly. Reader and Mimzy are going around holding up different décor pieces to figure out where they want them to hang*

Mimzy: A little more to the left, a little more... Stop! Perfect *Nods happily at the placement of the poster*

Reader: *Snickers as she finishes hanging up the alcohol ban poster* If any cop comes in here and sees this, they are so gonna be mad

Mimzy: *Adjust her top* Trust me, Doe, with these knockers, they won't be mad about anything *Winks*

Reader: *Snorts* Going to show them a good night in order to get let off easy?

Mimzy: I'm going to show them an amazing night

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*The place was in full swing, Alastor and the band played on stage with the girls danced at the front of the stage, the bar was a hit with people laughing and dancing and singing. Half of them were part of the crime circle while the other half were from Edwards company, everyone was drinking and having a wonderful time, enjoying the liveliness of the night*

Mimzy: *Dancing around as she carries a tray of drinks in her hands passing them out to the tables that ordered them* First night and we already have so many lovely customers!

Reader: *Setting a round of beers at the table she's standing by* Not that surprising considering we know so many people

Mimzy: *Smirks* Helps when their boss is the one dancing on stage

*Edward laughs boisterously as he dances on stage with a bunch of the girls and at the edge of the stage a lot of the sailors are waving around bills to him as they all laugh together*

Reader: *Laughs and grin* Shall we join them? *Holds out her hand to Mimzy*

Mimzy: *Takes her hand like a gentle lady with a mockingly posh accent* I thought you'd never ask, Doe

*The two giggle before they run up and hop on the stage, the two dancers holding onto Edward move away so the girls can slide in with them*

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*Over a hundred years in the future, Alastor place a Jazz number on his piano as Mimzy and Annie sing together on top of it with Boxie playing his harp, Allie playing his bongos, and Michael playing his trumpet. Michaels phone is propped up nearby so that he can show Rosalie later*

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It's not too varied from the original, so think of this as an add on 💙❤️🩷

6:00 Am: Wake up with Père

6:15 Am: Wash up with Père (Which still involves Allie fighting to stay dirty and Boxie pushing him in the sink for Alastor to turn the faucet on to drench him. With the add on of Annie cleaning herself like a proper little lady in the tiny sink Alastor made for her)

6:35 Am: Getting dressed, in one of the thousands of outfits Niffty has made them (Annie has so many little dresses now and the three of them all have matching outfits)

6:50 Am: Food! Alastor cooks Allie and Annie the same food he eats while Boxie sucks on the phone charger, a battery, or, if the Sinner meat had some kind of electric powers, whatever part of the Sinner that produces electricity

7:00 Am: Alastor lets them out to play, but on occasion Annie will stay behind with Alastor to read or practice knitting like they told her her Mama used to

First order of business, trip every guest on the way down to the lobby then play with Husks tail, with Annie usually climbing onto the bar to say good morning to everyone, until he calls for Niffty.

Niffty is still their main babysitter, the boys like running around killing bugs with her while Annie mainly helps her clean, but if she's busy Charlie takes them to help at the front desk... it never goes well. Allie steals keys and any little thing of the guests he can get his paws on. Boxie will eat all of the candy and tie everyone's shoelaces together. Annie nearly gets kidnapped often for being too cute and the boys raise Hell over it.

Vaggi eventually kicks them out, they used to go with Cherri but after they stole a bomb and blow up a guest, the three of them are no longer allowed together unsupervised. They are still not allowed to be alone with Cherri or now Mimzy :(

If either Emily or Michael is around they'll follow them around, surprisingly better behaved, and not because they'll get prizes for being good. Annie adores Emily and follows her everywhere when she visits, they've become a good girl duo

If they see Baxter or Lucifer, it's a toss up for the boys between hissing and running away or pranking them, no in-between. Annie, on the other hand, likes Lucifer and will always find him duck themed items and Lucifer gives her tiny ducks in exchange, much to the boys jealousy.

They always help Niffty bring Alastor his lunch and dinner and eat with him, sometimes they stick around and force him to play with them, which usually involves Alastor's tentacles, or they play with their toys in the section of the room Alastor's made for them. Annie has a small separate section for her more delicate toys.

Alastor still caters to their needs so that when Reader wakes up the children won't want to leave his room and she'll be forced to move in too

If they don't stick around they'll usually run around bugging whoever they find first or messing with the guests.

8pm is their bed time so it's a wash up/bath for them and Alastor. Alastor will soak in the tub with Allie swimming around, Annie will soak in her tiny tub, and Boxie sitting on the bathtub tray playing with bubbles before it's pajama time and cuddle with Mama. Depending on if they can sleep or not, Alastor will sing mostly to Reader to help them sleep.

~September 1920~

*Reader stretches lazily by the riverbank as Mimzy suntans on a rock next to her, both girls are in swimsuits. Alastor on the other hand is currently attempting to drown himself in the river while his cheeks burn red*

Reader: It's so nice that I have to worry about school anymore

Mimzy: You worried about it? *Raises an eyebrow in confusion considering the multiple straight A's that Reader had always gotten*

Reader: Yes... *Thinks back to the horridly outdated information and shutters. She felt her brain cells dying slowly with every incorrect answer she was forced right down*

Mimzy: Hmm... *Shrugs* I'm just glad we don't have to waste our time there anymore. We can finally get to work

Reader: You sure you still don't wanna be my assistant?

Mimzy: *Waves her off* Hell no Doe, that sounds incredibly boring

Reader: It is *Nods*

Mimzy: Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't have Alastor become your assistant *Gestures to the drowning man*

Reader: He's always dreamed of becoming a radio host. I wasn't gonna take that away from him

Mimzy: *Thinking back on all their interactions* I don't remember that ever being brought up

Reader: *Grins* He never did it publicly, but I'd always catch him talking to himself whenever he was listening to his gramophone, in between each song he'd make little announcements and one-liners *Gushes* It was so cute

Alastor: *Looking over and instantly regrets it as he turns his back to them again, his ears turning red* You swore to secrecy!!!

Reader: My fingers were crossed!!! *Smirks*

Alastor: *Gasps* Traitor

Mimzy: *Cackles* That's hilarious *Smirks as she starts cooing in a baby voice* and soooo cute

*Alastor splashes water at the two girls, causing them to squeal in laughter*

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Reader: Awwww, look at the babies! *The three of them pass by their old high school as they head off to dinner*

Alastor: Y/N, they're like a year younger than us

Reader: What's your point?

*Alastor deadpans but ultimately gives up until Reader runs off towards the nearby school that they used to go to before high school and heads straight for the playground equipment*

Alastor: ... Why am I not surprised

Mimzy: *Nudges him* Oh come on Fawn, live a little *Winks before flinching back when Alastor glares at her coldly*

Alastor: Only Y/N is allowed to call me that

Mimzy: Ok, ok, geez *Runs off after Reader*

*Alastor straightens his clothes before he follows after the two of them. Reader has already made it to the top of the playground by the time Alastor showed up, Mimzy herself is playing on the swing set. Alastor looks up to make sure Reader's okay only to blush fiercely when he realizes she's standing and he can see under-*

Alastor: Fuck *Spins around quickly and rubs the palms of his hands into his eyes*

*Mimzy snickers at him while Reader looks down confused*

Reader: Are you okay Al?

Alastor: You're wearing a dress!!

Reader: Ya?

Alastor: And standing at a height where people can see under said dress!

Reader: ... But I'm wearing my swimsuit under it

*Alastor looks so done with life and just shuffles over to the nearest bench to sink down. Reader looks over towards Mimzy confused only to see her still laughing her ass off, Reader shrugs and decides to keep messing around*

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*The girls snicker to themselves as they sneak back out of the school, Umbra slips back into Readers shadow as well with a smirk*

Alastor: Are you two done with your childish pranks?

Reader: Mayhaps *Winks*

Mimzy: Not at all, we haven't even touched the high school yet!

Reader: Oooh, good point!

Alastor: *Sighs* Y/N no

Reader: Y/N yes!

*The two girls run off giggling as they head back to the high school, they slowly peek in through several windows to make sure that nobody's still inside the building before they try every door to see which one will open. Unfortunately, all the doors are locked, so they'll check the windows finally finding one that is open. Reader helps Mimzy inside before crawling in herself. The two go on another spree of putting up pranks. Buckets of waters on doors, hiding chalk, rubbing oil onto every seat so anytime someone sits down they'll slide it right off. Reader and Umbra even let in a few birds to roost in the rafters, making sure to keep windows open in those rooms in case they wish to leave. Umbra, on the other hand, does slightly more devious work. He goes around to each teacher or staff member who was ever rude to Reader or Alastor and leaves cryptic sayings in areas he knows they will check, leaves rotting eggs in some hidden places around their particular classroom or office, and even sneaks in a few insects to wander around*

Alastor: *Once the girls return* You two are such immature children

Reader: *Hugging his arm* But were your immature children

Mimzy: *Hugging his other arm* And you love us too much to get rid of us *Coos in a baby voice*

Alastor: *Looks at Mimzy* I could get rid of you in a heartbeat *Smirks at her gasp before he looks to Reader* And you, I'm going to tie a rope around and drag back home

Reader: Kinky *Wiggles her eyebrow playfully and snickers at his now flustered state*

Alastor: *Grumbles and breaks free from their hold before stalking off back into the city* We were supposed to go to dinner!

*Mimzy and Reader snicker together before they run off after him*

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*Over a hundred years in the future, Alastor smirks as he watches his children sneak around the hotel in the middle of the night in the odd hours where, surprisingly, nobody is around. They place glitter bombs rigged to explode if somebody touches them, electricity infused buttons that will go off and zap everybody that come near, and even little Annie puts tiny speakers everywhere that will play prerecorded messages, curious little whispers like, "Help me", "Where am I?", and "Is someone there?"*

Alastor: ... It was probably a bad idea to infuse the other two with a little bit of their Mamas soul... Hmm *He shrugs and soon gathers them up to take them to bed*

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*The next morning was beautiful, beautiful chaos, glitter everywhere, everyone jumping every five seconds from a zap out of nowhere, and even people curled up in corners rocking themselves as little whispers reach their ears*

Charlie: NOT AGAIN!!

Vaggi: ALASTOR!!!

Alastor: *Grins* At this rate I might just get kicked out of the hotel *Glances down at his three children all giggling mischievously as they watched the chaos ensue*

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~June 1920~

*Reader walks along the corridors of her father's company, flipping through a bunch of different documents on her clipboard while she mumbles to herself. She goes through each list supplies, shipments, expectation dates, contracts, everything she needs to review in her office right next to Edwards, the same office that he once used when he was working alongside his own father*

Reader: This is just like working at the hotel with Vaggie... *Frowns* Well... at least when it was busy... for a month *Shakes her head* Anyways *Reader enters her office, a lovely sprawling, dark antique office with a nice corner for her knitting, another corner for tea with a gramophone next to it for whenever Alastor comes to visit and a beautiful ocean view right behind her desk. She sets the documents right in front of her seat before she sits down to go over everything*

Reader: ... I miss technology *Sobs dramatically as she wilts onto the desk*

*A knock sounds at her door before Alastor peeks in*

Alastor: Napping on the job? For shame *Shakes his head in mock disappointment* I thought you were better than this

Reader: *Smiles but it keeps her head on the desk* I'm not

Alastor: I've noticed *Sets a cup of coffee on her desk next to her as he sips from his own* So what melodrama are you dealing with now?

Reader: Paperwork sucks...

Alastor: *Nods* I couldn't agree more

Reader: *Points at her typewriter* And that thing's evil

Alastor: Did the ink blow up on you again?

Reader: Yes and the ribbon broke

Alastor: *Raises an eyebrow amused* How hard are you working that thing?

Reader: Not that hard *Looks away guiltily*

*Alastor looks at her with doubt before he heads over to the typewriter and starts fixing it up much to Readers dread, but she just grumbles and lets him work as she continues going through her documents*

Alastor: *Sets the typewriter in front of her* Try it. I want to see what you're doing to the poor thing

Reader: It's not poor *Glares at the typewriter*

Alastor: I'm well aware considering your father bought you the most expensive one on the market

Reader: That's not what I meant and you know it

Alastor: *Smirks* Do I?

Reader: *Giggles before sighing and resting her fingers on the keys, she looks at the document she needs to type up before looking at Alastor* Might want to get out of the danger zone

*Alastor takes a step back as he raises an eyebrow, ready to watch her before his eyes widen in absolute surprise as Reader doesn't even look at where she's typing. She just reads the document while her fingers fly across the keyboard, causing it to jam a few times with several keys attempting to hit the paper at once, causing her to grumble and flick the keys back into place before she attempts to continue*

Alastor: *Gently graps her hands* Slow down there Darling, this isn't a race. No wonder you can't use the dang thing you're typing way too fast

Reader: *Huffs* No, it's just slow... *Looks away as she knows he is right, but she's way too used to the tapping of a laptop to get used to the much slower method of a typewriter*

Alastor: *Smiles fondly* Here let me show you a rhythm

*The two spend the next few hours working together, Alastor showing her a more fun rhythmic way of using the typewriter as Reader finishes her documents*

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*Alastor organizes the records in order of what needs to be played first, he's been working copious amounts of overtime to the point where the directors have noticed and have spoken to the executives about bringing him on board with a salary. They praised his wonderful ear for music and Marcus himself had even vouched for Alastor for giving him quite a few stories and one liners to add in between each song. The executives were reluctant considering his... skin tone, but eventually agreed at the behest of a majority of the station. Alastor was even shocked to hear that the receptionist had vouched for him, when he looked over at her after her statement, she just smiled and winked at him. Alastor decided not to entertain the clear romantic implications of the wink and continues on with his work. Eventually, Marcus was able to take Alastor on as his protege as a radio host, occasionally the two would even speak together on air. The majority of fans would actually write in requesting more of Alastor as they quite liked the sound of his voice and the occasional times he would sing along with the lyrics of songs. Alastor did notice a suspicious amount of letters that were written in a very similar handwriting to each other, despite the many different names they went under. He smiles softly as he knows exactly who wrote each and every one of them*

Alastor: *Storing a few of the letters in a shoebox* Don't even have the decency of changing the handwriting even a little bit so it's more of a mystery for me

Reader: *Leaning on the door frame* But then how would you know it was me writing them?

Alastor: *Jumps and glares at her smug little grin* Haven't you ever heard of kno... *Deadpans* I can't believe I was about to finish that sentence...

Reader: *Giggles* I haven't burst in that often recently

Alastor: You knocked seven doors off of their hinges in the last week alone

Reader: *Rubs her chin* Eight

Alastor: *Looks about ready to tie her to a chair so she can't destroy more things* Which one?

Reader: ... The studio's front door because it was locked... *Looks away guiltily*

Alastor: ... I'm going to get fired

Marcus: Hey kid! *Walking in* Did you hear? The front door is totally bus- *Looks Reader over* Ooooh, so you're the little lady *Holds out his hand* I'm Marcus

Reader: *Shake it confused* "Lady"?

Alastor: *Takes her shoulders* Yes, I know. It can be quite shocking that other people assume you can be a lady

Reader: Hey!

Alastor: *Ignores her to look at the laughing Marcus* And yes, this is her

*Marcus takes Reader from Alastor much to his annoyance as he quickly follows after them, married or not, he doesn't trust anyone with his darling*

Marcus: So, you two grew up together, right?

Reader: *Grins* You want to hear all of his embarrassing childhood stories?

Alastor: *Panicking* What?!

Marcus: *Pulls Reader close* I think you and I are going to get along swimmingly

*The next few hours find Alastor sitting in his chair with his head in his hands, his entire body has nearly turned completely red as Reader and Marcus exchange stories*

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*Over a hundred years in the future, Alastor holds his stomach as tears fill his eyes from the sheer comedy in front of him. The three children had gotten in trouble with the hotel for causing a glitter apocalypse a few days ago and Charlie thought it would be a good idea for them to help out around the hotel to make up for it. Currently, Allie is swallowing keys whole to keep them away from guests, Boxie is typing in completely wrong information on each guest and giving them room numbers that don't exist, while sweet little Annie smiles and greets everyone, giving each person's hand a warm little hug as they sign their name into the guest book*

Vaggi: ... This is a complete disaster

Charlie: But Vaggi! They're trying their best

Vaggi: They're not

Husk: They're not *Drinking straight from the bottle*

Niffty: *Laughs maniacally* They're not!

Charlie: Al? *Looks open him desperately*

Alastor: *Grins maliciously* They're not

Charlie: *Groans* I miss Y/N, she would've been able to handle this

*Alastors ears droop, immediately causing Charlie to panic*

Charlie: I-I mean-! Um! You see...

*Vaggi grabs Charlies shoulders and shakes her head*

Alastor: If my darling were awake... The children would have completely gotten away with their mess

Charlie: *Open her mouth to protest before closing it again and nodding* Yeah, no, I could totally see that happening

Husk: *Flicking off some glitter from his fur* Why don't you have the little brats just clean up the mess with Niffty? It'd be better than them destroying the place more

Charlie: Oh... that's a good idea

*Vaggi facepalms as Alastor snickers more and heads over to the counter to grab the children. Over the next few hours, the children helped Niffty clean up their mess with Allie occasionally licking the glitter up to gather more for himself*

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Robofish canon excepted!!!

~March 1920~

*Alastor paces around the radio station as he thinks to himself, he's been trying for the past few months to attempt to court Reader properly now that she's finally of age, but every attempt seems to fall through just like it did in their youth. He runs his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to work out various ideas*

Alastor: *Rubbing his temples* There's no point in getting her flowers. She'll either give them away or not pay attention long enough and eat them... *Eye twitches* for the 10th time. Getting her sweets is worthless, considering she dislikes eating anything that I don't like in front of me. And the few times I've attempted to shove them down her throat, she's "choked" only to laugh in my face when I freak out about it *Rolls his eyes* Poetry is lost on her, letters she thinks are just cute! *Tugging at his hair*

Marcus: *Chuckles* My, you got it bad son, but she seems like she's very worth it

Alastor: *Leans back on the radio booth* She's worth everything. If it wasn't for her getting us out of that home situation, I don't think me and Maman would still be here. Hell, I don't think I'd even be able to make it this big. The only reason they agreed so quickly to take me on is because I'm associated with her father

Marcus: *Nods* That'll do it *Rubs his chin* Have you ever thought of taking her out to the picture show?

Alastor: *Scowls* No, it's a mediocre form of media. The radio is far superior to it

Marcus: But does she think that?

Alastor: ... no *Grumbles* She seemed excited about the prospect of going...

Marcus: And nothing screams love more than being willing to get out of your comfort zone in order to accommodate her wants and needs

Alastor: *Groans as he buries his face in his hands* I know...

Marcus: *Pats Alastors back* Take it from a married man. There is going to be a lot of times you're going to be very uncomfortable, but the payout is very worth it

Alastor: *Clenches his fists* Alright, I'll do it

Marcus: Brilliant! I've got a few papers somewhere around here that's got the show listings that we're supposed to advertise *Stands up and starts digging through his messy desk* Help me look, would ya

Alastor: *Smirks* You really need to organize this

Marcus: Isn't that what we're paying you for, errand boy?

*Marcus laughs at Alastors annoyed glare before the two men get to work searching through the desk*

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*Alastors eye twitches as Reader pulls him along to the theater. She rambles on excitedly about watching the show*

Reader: This is going to be so fun!!

Alastor: The show you picked is literally just watching someone draw a picture *Raises an eyebrow confused* How is that any fun?

*Reader is silent for a bit as she thinks back to all of the YouTube videos of simply watching people draw or sketch. Sure, there was commentary, but it was still basically just watching people draw*

Reader: I like art?

Alastor: Y/N, you literally stole art the other night, found out it was a fraud painting, and decided to set it on fire

Reader: *Shrugs* I like real art *Pulls him along* Now let's go watch our show!

*Alastor smiles softly at the back of her head as she drags them over to the booth and he pays for their tickets... while holding her back from paying for them herself. They walk through the theater and find seats close to the back so they could have some privacy. Alastor watches the show completely bored out of his mind while Reader just stares in fascination over the artist's techniques. Alastor glances over towards Reader and slowly moves his hand to hold hers, Reader as oblivious as ever, simply takes his hand unconsciously and starts playing with his fingers causing him to blush fiercely. Alastor watches Reader in the glow of the theater. Simply enjoying the feeling of her hands on his before he slowly tries to slip his hand away so he can attempt to wrap it around her shoulders and pull her close only for her grip to be a little too strong. He winces slightly and tries to shake his hand free*

Alastor: Darling?

Reader: Hmm? *Completely distracted by the showing as she continues to play with his hand thinking it's a fidget toy*

Alastor: You're squeezing my hand a little tightly *Grins weakly*

Reader: oh... Oh! *Lets go of him* Sorry

Alastor: *Rubs his hand that had turned slightly white from her grip now fading into a red* Remind me to never give you any part of myself while you're distracted

Reader: *Pouting* I thought it was a fidget toy...

Alastor: ... Wha-? *Shakes his head* Never mind *Wraps his arm around her shoulders regardless and pulls her against his side as he rests the side of his head on top of hers*

Reader: *Blushes fiercely* Wha-what are you doing?

Alastor: *Huffs in amusement* You're constantly cuddling against me and yet the second I do it, it's a problem?

Reader: *Huffs and crosses her arms* You're just trying to keep me held down so I don't run off

Alastor: *Eye twitches* No *Grins wider* I just wish to hold you

Reader: *Nods* Pin me down

Alastor: *Blushes fiercely himself at the thoughts that shoot through his head* Wha-? *Lifts his head so he can look down at her*

Reader: *Stands abruptly causing the top of her hard head to whack into his* But you'll never take me alive!! *Runs off*

Alastor: ... *Clenching his bleeding nose* ... Honestly, I should have seen that coming. That's on me *Pulls out his handkerchief to hold his bloody nose as he gets up and follows after her*

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Marcus: *Wheezes as he holds his desk to keep himself from falling out of his chair* And then she-

Alastor: She ran *Nursing a cup of coffee*

Marcus: Straight to the marshlands?

Alastor: And attempted to jump into the alligator infested waters to climb on top of one and out swim me *Sips his coffee*

Marcus: Ha! I'm liking your girl more and more *Wipes a tear away*

Alastor: *Sighs as he looks out the window* Me too...

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*Over a hundred years in the future, Alastor stands on the shore of his swamp looking down at the alligators who are cowering before him and his three children simply standing on the shore without a care in the world*

Alastor: Alastor Jr., Annette, Vincent, what were you doing with the alligators?

*The three children look around confused wondering who he's talking to*

Alastor: *Sighs* Allie, Annie, Boxie, what were you doing with the alligators?

Allie: *Perks up* Bweh! *Holds up glitter*

Boxie: Beep! *Holds up robotic parts*

Annie: Bweh? *Shrugs she was just following her brothers around*

Alastor: *Looks at his now glittery alligators that have random bits of scrap metal put on top of various parts of their body* ... *He looks over towards Reader* Please wake up now

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~January 1920~

*The sound of a pair of feet running along a high wall can be heard just barely in the dead of the night. The two individuals make their way over to a pair of high windows before glancing at each other and nodding. They slowly easing the door open, once it's open enough, both of them slip inside. They sneak their way through the dark walking along the catwalk as they peer over the railing, down below they can see several guards walking around before the shorter of the two individuals heads off into a different direction, the taller one watches for a bit. As the shorter one makes their way to the far side of the warehouse, they pick up a rock and toss it at the another window shattering it. The taller one watches as the guards go on full alert and take off towards the noise before they sneak their way down and head to the crates in the back of the truck, they open one of them before grinning*

Taller one: Jackpot

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*The two individuals pull up in the stolen truck, filled with crates upon crates of alcohol, as they get out and meet the group of men outside of the warehouse*

Mimzy: Seriously Doe, where did you learn to drive so well?

Reader: I have my ways *Winks at her before turning to the group of men* Hello, my babies!

Men: Little Boss!

Reader: *Smirks as she smacks the truck* This bitch can hold so much alcohol!

Striped suit man: *Shaking Reader and Mimzys hands* Thanks again for helping us get the booze, ladies *Nods to one of his men* As promised

*The man brings over a briefcase full of cash and hands it to Mimzy while he hands another briefcase full of illegal ingredients to Reader*

Reader: Noice *Looking at the contents* Call us again when you start running out. I'll send some of my guys out to scout

*The girls wave goodbye as the men start unloading the truck. They make their way through the streets and back alleys, Reader waving at a bunch of different people who wave back to her happily while also simultaneously glaring at Mimzy, but respecting Reader enough not to do anything to her. As the girls near the rich district, they hear a clearing of a throat and both freeze*

Reader: Heeeeeey Al *Grins sheepishly*

Alastor: What did I tell you about running off and committing crimes?

Reader: That you love me and to be safe *Bats her lashes innocently*

*Mimzy snickers as Alastor blushes*

Alastor: *Grumbling to himself* So you can admit that I love you, but not in the right sense *Rubs his temples before glaring at her* That is not what I said

Reader: *Pouts* It was just a 5 minute job *Shoves her briefcase into his arms* No one saw us we were in and out like nothing happened

Mimzy: *Speaking out of the side of her mouth* Except getting shot at

Alastor: *Pales* What?

Reader: Nothing! *Starts pushing Mimzy towards the manor* Mimzy is just tired and could use a few shots, you know?

Mimzy: Oooo, do you think your Papa still has that bottle of whiskey?

Reader: *Deadpans* He has so much darned whiskey in the cellar... and wine!

Alastor: *Looks inside the briefcase before his eyes widen in pure delight* How did you...?

Reader: My payment *Winks at him*

Alastor: *Stares at the very important ingredients with a frown before grumbling and sighing as he follows them* Fine. I'll let it go this time but next time you're telling me when you're leaving

Reader: Deal!

Mimzy: *Running ahead* Come on Doe! We still need to go over the paperwork!

Alastor: I still can't believe you're actually gonna help her get a house so she gonna put a bar under it

Reader: She's a party girl. What am I supposed to do? *Shrugs*

Alastor: Not enabled her

Reader: You enable me

Alastor: ... Touche

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*Three shadows move along the rooftops before they stop at a skylight looking down into the house of one of the richest folks living in the city. The window looks down into an elaborate ballroom and in the back corner is a fully stocked bar*

Reader: Ready?

Alastor: How exactly are we supposed to get down there?

Mimzy: Trust Doe, she's got this *Side eyes Reader* Terrifyingly enough

*Reader smirks as she pulls out one of the sharp diamond rings from her collection of jewelry and a toilet plunger*

Alastor: ... What? *Looks at Mimzy who shrugs*

*Reader suctions the plunger onto the window before using the sharp end of the diamond to cut a large circle around the plunger. She slowly twists the glass until it pops out like nothing before setting it aside. She grabs the ropes they used and ties it around the chimney before throwing the rope all the way down to the ballroom floor*

Reader: Lets go *She grabs the rope and propels down to the ballroom floor before sneaking over to the bar*

*Alastor stares after her in astonishment*

Mimzy: *Nudging his side* So how turned on are you right now? *Wiggles her eyebrow*

Alastor: Very *Grabs the rope and follows Reader down*

*Mimzy snorts but follows after. While Mimzy heads to the back door and unlocks it for the group of men to slowly sneak their way in with empty crates, Reader and Alastor start setting bottles of alcohol onto the bar top for the men to start collecting*

Reader: See? Easy

Alastor: Until we're shot at

Reader: Hey. Don't jinx us

*Just as all the men collect the alcohol and are on their way out, one of the doors is kicked open to the homeowner holding a shotgun*

Homeowner: Who the fuck is in my liquor cabinet!? *Cocks the shotgun*

Reader: ... I blame you for this *Picks up one of the left behind bottles and tosses it at the man, hitting him in the chest* Run!

*A flurry of footsteps runs its way out of the home as the homeowner starts firing his shotgun at random. Reader grabs Alastors hand and hurries out a side exit into the night, while Mimzy hops into the passenger seat of the truck as the men quickly push the crates into the back of the truck as they climb in and the driver hops in before peeling out as quickly as he can. The homeowner fires off more shots into the night*

Reader: *Running with Alastor through the back alleys, going through every twist and turn just to be on the safe side before they head home* You should come on more heists with us. This is fun!

Alastor: Only if you join me for a few murders *Smirks*

Reader: *Squeezes his hand* Deal!

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*Over a hundred years in the future, Alastor flips through a photo album full of newspaper clippings as Allie, Boxie, and Annie sit in his lap beeping and bwehing in awe as they look at all of the crime sprees their Père and Mama caused. Next to them is three stacks of different photo albums, one red, one blue, and one pink. Each full of each child's own crime sprees, along with drawings and photographs all ready and prepared for when Reader wakes up*

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