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I drew this based off of Soulbond Pt. 32 by deltasix101
@deltasix101
I don’t think you realize what your story did for me.
First off, let me just say it’s taken me over a day to decide whether or not to post this.
I haven’t drawn anything just for myself in over 2 1/2 years. I kind of lost that part of me somewhere along the way. But then I found your writing—and something about it just *clicked*. It’s also so great that you have a nice community that’s always inspired by your series, *where I took some inspiration as well* *cough, cough sims*
That scene with Y/n and Alastor in the crocodile pajamas/onesies has been living in my head rent-free. I could picture it so clearly that I *needed* to draw it, just to see it exist outside my imagination. *they are sooooo cute, thank you Umbra (he had to join his beautiful creation)*
I also had a bit of fun because I really wanted to do it in the Hazbin Hotel style and hopefully I did well!! But of course, some of my own art style got mixed in, oh well!!
And having the reader character feeling so much like me made everything hit even harder. It didn’t just feel like reading—it felt personal. * both of us being way too chaotic*
You didn’t just write something I enjoyed. You gave me back a piece of myself I thought I’d lost. 
Summary: Alastor is saved by a curious creature while out burying his latest kill. Naturally, he brings it home. AKA The supernatural pet distribution system goes terribly wrong and now he has to deal with feelings.
Tags: Pet Distribution System Gone Wrong, Mild Gore, Mild Sexual Content, Mild Language, Vague Supernatural Knowledge, OC is a Creature but Yadda Yadda Magical Transformation, no beta we die like sir pentious, If I Changed Tenses Shut Up, Descriptions of murder, descriptions of torture, Masturbation, Skullfucking, but imaginary skullfucking, Alastor goes to Hell for a reason, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mildly Dubious Consent, Canonical Character Death, Alastor has to go at some time right?, Consensual Non-Consent, Degradation Kink, Gun Violence, Wet Dream, Light Masochism, Animal Death, Period Typical Bigotry, Blood and Torture, Fluff and Smut, Loss of Virginity, they fuck in front of a corpse guys, Drowning, k illing those we love, Grief/Mourning, Processing feelers we weren't meant to have bc SOMEONE dies canonically, This gets real sad at the end, but i promise there's a happy ending
Ch.14 Speak Easy
"What are you?" The woman cowers in the corner of her bedroom, tears running down her face as she presses her back against the wall and slips down.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Her thin shoulders heave with the strength of the sob that wracks her small frame. She doesn't understand. Was this a punishment? A divine retribution? Yes okay! She shouldn't have killed the little black cat that snuck into the apartment last week but she was in so much pain and the little creature was so darling and so trusting she couldn't help it. That soft fur between her fingers, the rumble of a thin chest purring.
How dare something so sweet come into this home of horrors.
A creature that stupid hadn't deserved to live! It should have sensed the wrongness of the apartment! The wrongness in her! Nothing that came into His home deserved to be coddled.
So she had killed it. Quick and merciful just like Peepaw had taught her with the chickens. You didn't want the animals to suffer.
It ruined the meat.
But the cat came back.
The first night Evelyn had thought she was crazy; that the glimpse of a tail she caught in the corner of her eye was just her worried mind playing tricks on her. She was just worried that Gregory hadn't come home from wherever he was. She just needed some of that medicine from the doctor and away, away, away her worries would go until she woke up to her dear husband shouting obscenities at her for—
And then she saw it. A little black cat at the end of the hallway, its eyes glowing in the dark for just a moment before it darted into her bedroom.
Surely it wasn't the same cat that she had…well, she had meant to hide it under her bed but she couldn't really remember what happened that night. It was all a blur. As most of her nights. But still, she followed slowly, voice calling out, "Here kitty kitty kitty."
She caught the flicker of a shadow darting underneath the bed, dread filling her stomach as she imagined she had only maimed the creature, forcing it to lay there limp and helpless, forcing it to live a crippled life all because she couldn't do a damn thing right! She needed to put it out of its misery. Yes, she could do that at least.
But when she knelt down on her knees to check under the bed it was not a scared and hurt cat that she found. No, it was alive and well and launching at her face with a hiss. Sharp little claws scratching and scratching before she threw it off, the solid thump of the cat hitting the wall startling her to stillness as she looked at the broken body.
And then it moved. Bones snapping into place, bones she was fairly certain would not have broken in the two feet between her and the wall. Its eyes glowed red and its little maw opened in a frightening yawn filled with rows and rows of teeth cats did not have.
And then it was normal again. Sitting prim and proper and its tail flicking lazily once, twice, and then it left. Out the bedroom window Evelyn had been told over and over again to stop leaving open because there was a murderer on the loose but if that was how she went then who was she to stop God's plan?
The cat came back the next night, trilling happily as it sat upon the windowsill. Evelyn had dropped her soup ladle, cursing loudly as hot soup splashed on her foot and forced her to look away before her eyes returned to the empty window.
And found the cat curled up and snug in Gregory's armchair.
Gregory still wasn't home. Maybe it was time she called the police stations, make sure he wasn't arrested for being drunk and disorderly again.
"Hello little one," she called softly as she had slowly shuffled towards the cat who had now turned with its back towards her. "Are you hungry? I have some food for you." Her fingers shook as she reached out, the shadows trembling with her, their claws reaching out to grasp at her even as she felt the barest touch of the cat's soft fur.
Dread filled her gut and her head pounded, vision blurring as she forced herself to remember to breathe. It was just a cat! A little black cat. An unlucky thing curled up on her missing husband's chair. She could get rid of it. She had to get rid of it! It didn't belong here! That was her Gregory's chair! He would be so angry if she let a damn animal get their filth on his chair! His good chair that he had sold Evelyn's jewelry for!
She shook when the cat looked over its shoulder at her.
Red eyes.
As red as a devil.
She gasped and began to recite her prayers, hands pulled back to clutch at the cross around her neck as that little cat slowly got up and began to change. Its limbs elongating with the horrible cracking sound of bones breaking and reforming and breaking again as they stretched beyond their limits, skin growing taught and balding where the joints threatened to break through, large bat-like wings bursting forth from the darkness and teeth, oh such horrible teeth burst from that open and dripping jaw.
Evelyn had gone to church on Wednesday. To pray for herself. To pray for Gregory who was still missing.
She prayed and prayed and prayed for forgiveness. She said her Hail Mary's and gave her confession. And then she prayed some more and lit some candles and dreaded the moment Father Angelou would ask her to go home. To rest.
But she knew there would be no rest for her.
The cat was waiting for her on the doorstep, stretching and making that cute little noise of greeting as it practically danced around Evelyn's feet. She wanted to kick it. So she did. "Serves you right," she muttered as the cat hissed and ran off into the alley.
And there it was again at her apartment door, red eyes daring her to kick it again. So she ran at it, screaming like a mad woman as she grabbed the thing and hurled it over the railing. She did not think about how the cat did not try to dodge her. She did not think about how the light in that dingy hallway made it look as if the cat was smiling at her when she threw it.
She had quickly entered her home then, forehead pressed against the door as she struggled to lock it with shaking hands.
A single joyful meow stopped her heart.
The world seemed to spin as Evelyn slowly turned her head, mind fuzzy as she struggled to breathe, her lungs refusing to pull in air as she gasped and fell to the ground.
She awoke to the feeling of a rough tongue licking her face. Of little teeth nibbling at her cheeks.
Of them biting into her flesh.
But when she flung herself up and off the floor there was nothing there. No cat on the chair or the windowsill or the counter. No mocking meow or playful tail darting around the corners.
But there were bite marks along her arms.
Six of them.
And then it truly became Hell.
The shadows of her home seemed to reach for her, pulling at her hair and dress and whispering evil as she tried to pray against them. Everywhere she looked she caught a glimpse of that damn cat: a tail, an ear, the glow of its eyes. The whispers turned to mocking meows, hisses revealing her darkest secrets and moans that sounded vaguely like her Gregory…who was still missing.
She couldn't do this. She needed the Father!
But the door would not open. It would not give under her fist. The shadows wouldn't let it, grabbing at her wrists and stopping her from making full contact. She tried to run, mind addled and desperate and more than willing to jump out the window but the shadows beat her to it, every single window in that shitty apartment snapping shut with a finality that made Evelyn's heart fit to burst.
They would not budge.
And there was the cat. Haughty as it sat upon her kitchen counter.
Evelyn was scared of this cat.
And as her vision watered and darkened, her lungs finally giving up and depriving her of oxygen, she wondered if that creature was the Devil himself.
She did not remember Thursday night. She remembers seeing the cat in her bedroom mirror and she quickly dove under her bed sheets. Sobbing. Sobbing. Sobbing. Begging for God to help her. Begging the cat's forgiveness.
And then she screamed as horrible screeching filled her ears, as claws ran down her back and threatened to pull back her sheet. Hands, so many hands pulling and poking and gripping and she wanted this to end, end, end!
Salvation came in the form of an elderly neighbor knocking gently at the front door. Evelyn did not answer at first, not trusting the sudden silence and loneliness she felt trapped under those covers. But they were insistent and when the voice at the door threatened to call the cops, she had relented and scrambled to the door as if any hesitation would cause the cat to attack her again.
Sorry for the disturbance, bad nightmares, yes yes it is so stressful with Gregory missing, let me take some pills and you won't hear me again, so sorry.
Evelyn took more sleeping pills than she should, not caring if she woke up or not.
Now she was here, trembling and cowering as the thing that was not a cat took on its true form. That devilish horse with hair as black as night and eyes like burning hellfire, the stench of blood wafting from its mouth as it pulled back its lips in a grotesque smile, teeth dripping with saliva as it loomed above her.
And as those clawed wings reached towards her, Evelyn McDowell knew she was going to die.
Oh yes, this cat was very happy, its head and tail held high as it trotted down the sidewalk practically floating. It hadn't filled its belly this way in a looong time. So used to chasing down her prey or forced to take a quick bite lest she be discovered hunched over a body in some dark ally, she had forgotten how much fun it was to properly haunt her meal.
She needed to make it a habit. Plenty of humans to frighten with cheap tricks in this city of the dead. She barely even needed to try: a flicker here, a hiss there, a nap in an armchair. Why, she didn't even get around to knocking things off the walls or throwing objects from the shadows! Had she not been surprisingly hungry (and maybe just a tiny bit greedy) she could have even drawn out the haunting of Evelyn long enough to whisper menacingly from the shadows or crashed herself as a bird into the windows over and over again.
Ah, so many options, so many humans.
But alas, there was another human for her meet and if she didn't pick up the pace she would be late!
Alastor stepped out of his office promptly at midnight, smile wide and eyes alight with mischief as he bid his coworkers 'adieu' with a careless wave.
He had a date!
It was about time he took his Mare on a proper one. They had gone about this courtship all wrong! Murder, then sex and now dancing? It should wholly be the other way around! What kind of Southern Gentleman was he that he would deflower his darling creature before showing her the delights of the city?
The answer was a damn awful one.
But she was no Southern Belle either so he forgave himself rather quickly. It's not like she knew the proper way to do this. She was just as lost as he was but together they would figure this thing out (with a few more dead bodies along the way).
His lady of the night stepped out of the shadows silently as if she was Mother Nyx herself, shadows streaming away from her figure to reveal a red sequined dress recently tailored by his mother. She was dazzling as she smiled at him, lips painted a matching shade of red reminiscent of the very blood she had on them earlier this morning.
His shoulder ached at the memory.
"There you are darling," he bowed his head and held out his arm without missing a beat. "Did you have fun while you were out?"
The Mare nodded vigorously, hands forming signs as she mouthed the saucy details of her evening. Alastor still hadn't had a chance to fully study the sign language book he had gotten from the library Monday morning nor was he suddenly better at reading lips in the few days they had been home but he caught the gist that she had a great time toying with her food.
"Good girl," he pressed the back of her hand to his lips as he continued to steer them towards the heart of downtown. "Can't have you hungry where I'm taking you."
Curious eyes peered up at him, questioning their destination without having to use hands or lips. Usually they spent their evenings wandering around the quieter parts of town, along the river or strolling dimly lit cemeteries. Often they lingered on the outside of the crowds, heads bobbing to distant music as if Alastor was worried she would pick and eat a victim right then and there.
"You'll be good for me, won't you?" She nodded and followed his lead, head swiveling as he turned a corner and a bustling New Orleans street was laid before them. "It's high time I took you dancing, my dear!"
The Mare gasped audibly and tightened her grip on his arm as she hopped twice in place, her smile childish as she pointed towards a quartet jamming out as the trumpet player played a vigorous solo. Music, laughter, food! All of it would be theirs but tonight Alastor had a specific destination in mind.
"Oh yes, they're quiet talented those four! I've played with them a few times in the clubs when they needed a pianist." They didn't often come inside, instead choosing to serenade the streets and draw customers into their friend's clubs but one of the men had taken a liking to Mimzy and suddenly they were seen in Al's haunts. A shame. Alastor almost felt bad watching Mimzy string Alfred along but oh well, not his problem.
They continued down the street, The Mare's head swiveling round and round as she took in the sights. The women in their shiny dresses and bouncing feathers. Smartly dressed men tipping their hats with a jaunty, "Evening!" as they passed. Food vendors trying their hardest to tempt his little Mare into buying their wares unaware that she was more likely to drag them down the alley and make a meal of them instead. Everywhere the lights reflected off her eyes, wide and amused as she watched couples laugh and tease each other, pupils tight and slitted as she watched each one.
But she never tightened her grip. Never stilled and licked her lips in want as each crossed their path. She remained slack on his arm, content to follow the pull of him as she took in the sights around them.
It was everything he wanted. Here he was, the most popular radio host in New Orleans with his gorgeous girl on his arm, his murderous little beastie who not only knew one of his deepest, darkest secrets but reveled in it with him.
Name a more perfect pair and he'd bury you six feet under for daring to utter that lie.
"Here we are!" He stopped outside a dimly lit shop, dusty lamps and moth-eaten curtains serving as the backdrop to the words "Molly's Antiques" etched in a fancy script on the window. The Mare tilted her head the other way, mouth pulling down into a frown as she gestured over her shoulder to the excitement behind her.
"I know, I know I doesn't look like much but trust me," he purred as he pulled them through the open door, "You're about to meet one of my dearest friends."
Above them a bell jingled as they entered, the heavy door slamming shut and fully blocking out the boisterous noise outside. Alastor didn't miss a beat, passing by the wrinkled old woman at the counter and ignoring the way she fiddled with something underneath as he chimed, "Excellent weather, Molly!"
"I hate the rain," she replied and squinted her eyes over the pair.
"Ah, but isn't it perfect for dancing?" Alastor rounded the corner of her counter as she placed the shotgun back onto its shelf, nodding her head towards the heavy door behind her labeled 'STAFF ONLY'. He turned to his guest, nuzzling along her cheek to place a soft kiss against her ear as he mumbled, "Ready?"
They were not stopped as they passed through the door, "Molly" immediately returning to her needlework as if there was no one there. Beyond the door was a simple passage way, bald brick that led to another door and this to a steep set of stairs where distantly, if the Mare tilted her head just right, she could hear music. Alastor led them down giddily, resisting the urge to take the steps two at a time and stopping once he reached the bottom.
He placed his hand on the handle for dramatic effect, turning the knob but not opening the door as he leaned into the Mare's space. "Welcome my dear," he opened the door with a flourish, "to Mimzy's!"
Oh. Oh this was amazing! The dim lights, the music, the writhing bodies and the stench of sweat, smoke and alcohol in the surprisingly large room.
A speakeasy! Oh, she had heard Alastor mention he had a friend who ran one and she often caught talk of them in hushed whispers as she haunted around town but she had no idea she would ever find one hidden under an unassuming antique shop. Oh, this was fun!
"Do you like it?" Alastor, vulnerable and soft as he whispered into her ear from behind, one arm looping around her waist as he kicked the door shut behind them. Liked it? She loved it and she demonstrated this by twisting in Alastor's arms to plant a kiss firmly against his lips, pulling him down in surprise and falling back dangerously before he righted them again.
"I take that as a yes," he cooed against her lips before kissing them chastely. She giggled as he spun her around, arm looped in hers again as he led her through the room past comfy lounge chairs and tables where people played cards as they drank. Beyond that where people were twirling and swinging their partners around to the band playing joyously on stage, the songstress crooning her song and tempting her would-be watchers to join in the revelry before her. The Mare's eyes peeked into every alcove along the wall, curtains partially drawn to give their occupants the illusion of privacy as they threw back their moonshine and slipped hands under clothes.
Everywhere she felt giddiness, happy inebriation, lust and joy from dancers and canoodlers alike and underneath it all, the thrilling rush of doing something you were not supposed to do. The threat that at any moment this place could be shut down and raided, your luck run out as the cops grabbed you to throw in jail even as your friends manage to escape out the well hidden exits.
This was a side of humans she had only watched from the outside, safe and hidden in shadows. Never was she smack dab in the middle of it.
This was thrilling!
Alastor tugged at her arm again, drawing her attention as they approached the bar. He waved at the petite blonde woman behind it, her face lighting up with joy as she immediately grabbed a bottle of alcohol from under the counter and placed it before them as they took their spots.
"Hey there tall, dark and handsome," her voice had a strong accent to it The Mare hadn't heard since she had been up north. "It's been a long time! Where have you been!"
"Mimzy!" Alastor greeted her warmly, his familiarity glaringly obvious as he gladly accepted the two glasses she handed him.
"Whoa! Watch the name hot stuff," Mimzy immediately chastised him and took a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening in. "You know better then to use names here. What're you thinkin'?" Sharp. Deadly. They had had this conversation before.
"Apologies, apologies," Alastor said while not sounding sorry at all. "I was just so excited to bring my new friend around and forgot my manners." He brought The Mare forward making jazz hands behind her back to show her off. "This is—"
"Ah, ah!" Mimzy cut him off, "No names!"
Satisfaction oozed from Alastor and The Mare tilted her head at it. She didn't have a name. She supposed that would have been hard to get around in proper conversation but in a speakeasy where no one uses them…? That meant Alastor was free to show her off without having to worry about it. She smiled as politely as she could and waved her hand, friendly friendly!
Mimzy glared one more second at Alastor before she turned her attention to the woman before her. She took another second to take her all in before her eyes lit up and she smacked her hands against her cheeks. "Oh my! Ala—You brought a girl! And what a cutie!"
Mimzy immediately came around the counter, heels click-clicking with every hurried step as she waved her hands around her face as if fanning herself. "Oh gosh, aren't you something! C'mere girl and give ya new pal a hug!" The Mare ignored Alastor's sharp intake of breath, his panic spiking momentarily as Mimzy's arms wrapped around his Mare and squeezed the life out of her before she pulled back with her hands still on the Mare's shoulders.
"I've known this man for ten years and never has he brought a girl around. I was beginning to think he was shootin' for the other team!" Alastor stiffened and Mimzy glanced coyly up at him, "Not that that matters to me. Just meant I had to keep a special eye out for ya but now look at you! All grown up and bringing a girl, oooo I could just eat her up!" The Mare decided she liked this woman, loud and boisterous and coming in like a train as she poked at Alastor's stomach.
"You treat her right mista or no more whiskey for you, got it?!"
"I wouldn't dream of doing anything less." Alastor bowed and wrapped an arm around the Mare's waist again, cementing the fact that this was an official date. Mimzy's eyes followed the movement and just a little jealousy wafted in the air before she giggled and waved them off with a, "Oh, aren't ya cute" before she returned to her spot behind the bar.
"What'll you have sweetness? I got a few before it's my turn on stage and it's on the house."
The Mare felt her eyes widen as she looked at the alcohol on display. She had no clue what she would like. She had only tried a few drinks and they all tasted like—
"You still have that apple pie moonshine?" Her savior, leaning against the bar counter like he owned it.
"I shoulda never told you about that," Mimzy deflated before she rummaged around in a few cabinets before returning with an unlabeled bottled filled with thick orange alcohol, cinnamon floating visibly as she gave it a good shake. "You owe me two extra dollars since its the last one," she held out her hand and wiggled her fingers impatiently.
"I thought you said it was on the house," Alastor grumbled as he refused to fish his wallet out.
The glared at each other for a few seconds, each refusing to bow to the other in their stubbornness. Eventually Alastor sighed and pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the piano on stage, "I'll play a song or two with you and we call it even?"
Mimzy lit up again and slammed her palms on the counter. "You got it Slim! See ya up there in five!"
The Mare and Alastor waved goodbye as she suddenly dashed away, giggling to herself as she slipped through a hidden door. "Well, that went perfectly! Mimzy is a dear friend. Tells me who's been giving her or her girls a hard time and oops! Suddenly they disappear, it's so strange!" He chuckled darkly to himself and snatched their drinks off the counter.
"Come dear, let's find a suitable place to sit you down while I work for your drink."
The Mare followed obediently, dutifully carrying the small jar of moonshine Alastor had haggled for her secure against her chest. He led her to an empty table smack dab in the middle of the lounge, his smile sharp as he slowly glanced at the people around them, daring anyone to challenge his choice before she sat down stiffly at the edge of the loveseat.
"Nice spot, yes?" He settled down next to her and began to pour their drinks, humming happily to himself as he vaguely pointed at the piano on stage. "You know I helped Mimzy get that? Heh, the owner had a nasty habit of harassing one of the underage girls who sang here a few years ago. It only took two fingers before he 'donated' it to her. Another for him to pay for the move. And his life for the silence."
'Naughty boy', the Mare mouthed as she shook her head in amusement.
"You would know, my dear," he replied easily. "Now take a sip of this and tell me what you think."
The Mare eyeballed her glass of liquor and made a small noise of distress that couldn't be heard above the final song on stage. She had tried Alastor's whisky and Claudette's gin and found them both terrible no matter how they dressed it. Her hopes were low as she sniffed at her glass, Alastor tutting in annoyance at the less-than-human action before she took a tentative sip.
Flavor burst across her tongue: cinnamon, clove, syrupy apple and the sting of moonshine that stung at the back of her throat. It tasted nothing like blood.
And yet she took another sip. Longer this time, relishing in the thickness of it on her tongue and the refreshing sweetness that left her licking her lips as she cast a longing glance at the nearly full bottle near Alastor's elbow.
He smiled knowingly at her and rose his own glass to hers, clinking them softly as he relaxed back into his seat before taking his own drink. She followed his example, finally relaxing into the cushions and curling into his side, knees pulled up and partially in his skinny lap as his arm curled snugly against her back. "Finally found something you like? I knew we'd get there eventually."
She smiled back at him and took another drink, gulping twice before Alastor put a hand on her glass to gently pull it back down. "Easy on the alcohol dearest. We don't know how it affects you." Ah, yes. It would be difficult to wrangle a drunk Mare even for Alastor's spirits and she was quite certain Claudette would be less than thrilled to finish that job.
If she could even get drunk.
Or maybe she could get super drunk?
Where horses sensitive to alcohol?
A warm tingling started in her chest, spreading slowly down her limbs and awakening an ache in her loins as Alastor shifted with a deep grunt, his knees spreading out and pulling his slacks tight enough to give her a glimpse of—
She quickly turned her head away, cheeks burning as the alcohol worked quickly through her veins. Alastor quirked his head toward her, elegant eyebrow arched as he reached up with the hand around her shoulders to turn her head back towards him. "Something the matter?"
Yes! Something was the matter! This moonshine made her body warm and tingly and there was an ache that made her want to crawl into his lap and grind against him until he made those sweet noises she loved swallowing every morning, high pitched and whiny as he—
"Oh! Feeling it already, hmm?" Alastor gave her a shit-eating grin as he leaned into her space, nose brushing against hers as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes, "You're very cute when your cheeks are flushed." And flushed they would stay if he kept speaking in that low grumble! Ridiculous man!
She ignored his blatant teasing, sipping slowly on her drink as he laughed and threw his head back. She would not think about the exposed arch of his neck or how his Adam's apple bobbed when he threw back his whiskey. She would be a good girl and sit here with him until it was his turn to play on stage.
Alastor rose from the piano gracefully, leaving no evidence of the multiple glasses of whiskey he had thrown back while playing Mimzy's 20-minute set. He bowed deeply, eyes lingering on his little Mare before he took Mimzy's hand and twirled her around, encouraging the audience to clap and yell for the little starlet and her amazing talent.
Of course, some of the applause was for him as well, and rightfully so! If radio hadn't worked out there was no doubt he'd be working the various clubs as a musician for hire. Piano, trumpet, sax, you name it he was passable at it. At least to drunk ears.
He twirled Mimzy the other way, showing her off to the other side of the room before looping his arm around hers to lead her back to his Mare. The tipsy thing was clapping fervently for them, half her bottle gone and a permanent flush stuck to her cheeks as she wobbled in her seat.
Adorable.
"Enjoy the show dar—"
"Hey toots!" Mimzy hip-checked Alastor out of the way and made grabby hands towards the Mare. "Noticed you didn't dance the whole time we were singing." She pulled the Mare out of her seat and began to drag her out to the floor as the next set of musicians began to play.
"She doesn't know how to dance," Alastor provided as he followed them. Gods preserve him if his Mare broke her ankle as she followed Mimzy's pull.
"Well lucky for you you got the best damn dancer this side of the river!" Mimzy laughed as she spun them around heedless of the Mare's inebriation but she took it like a champ, face lit up with a smile as she laughed quietly in Mimzy's arms.
This was going better than Alastor had dared hope! He had planned on a night of awkward dancing, slowing his limbs down as he showed his Mare the basic elements of swing and the Lindy Hop, maybe even some slow waltzing as the alcohol began to buzz along their systems. Heck, he even planned on taking Mimzy around for a few rounds just to get the extra energy out of his system and show off how he could really move with the right partner.
But this? This was good too. Mimzy was delighted with her new student, whooping and making loud exclamations each time the Mare landed a new move. The Mare herself wasn't too bad, face pulled tight in concentration as she gave Mimzy her full attention and did her best to copy everything she was shown. Mimzy claimed she was a natural but Alastor felt that somewhere down the line his Mare had acquired the knowledge of dance with one of her meals. Acquired but never used judging by the jerky movements and the way her mouth pulled down whenever a leg didn't land the way she wanted it to.
"Atta girl! Get Al to bring ya down here a few more times and he'll be fightin' the boys off with a bat to keep them off you!" Mimzy twirled the Mare around one more time before practically flinging her into Alastor's waiting arms.
"Take her for a spin! I need a drink after all this charity work!"
Alastor rolled his eyes as Mimzy made herself comfortable at their table, taking greedy mouthfuls of the Mare's moonshine and pouring herself a glass of his whisky. Oh well, she really did deserve it. His Mare wouldn't be winning a dance competition tonight but she knew the basics well enough to follow his lead.
"Having fun?," he asked as he led them in a brisk waltz around the edge of the dance floor. The Mare nodded and forewent their dancing, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against his chest as they continued moving around. "Good girl. Ready to put Mimzy's teaching skills to the test?" The Mare pouted, lower lip protruding as she slumped harder against him.
He couldn't resist the laugh that bubbled out of his chest, "Haha! Feeling sleepy already hmm? No worries dear, let me take you for a spin and I'll let you rest. The point of bringing you here was to dance and dammit, I want to dance with my girl."
He only got to relish in her bright blush for a moment before he created space between them, pulling her into the basic swing step she learned less than an hour ago. She followed him easily, only tripping up on his feet twice before she adjusted to her much taller dance partner. Behind them Mimzy egged them on and with each turn he felt his Mare relax further and further into his lead as she grew more confident.
But Alastor was one to quickly grow bored and they were only halfway through their third song when he pulled her close to whisper, "Let's take this up a notch" before he swung her out, one arm up in the air before he pulled her back in. It was all a blur from there. He couldn't do anything to crazy, no tossing her around or swinging her between his legs quite yet but from the pure unadulterated joy in her laughter he knew that day was closer than he thought.
She was light in his arms, clumsy but full of potential as she threw in her own flair: the toss of her hair, the kicking out of a foot. And she trusted him wholeheartedly, letting him dip her dangerously low and closing her eyes for entire sequences as she enjoyed her buzz and the thrum thrum thrum of the drum beat. In the dim light of the speakeasy he could almost convince himself she was human, that he was just a normal man with normal needs and wants enjoying a night on the town.
But then they would pass through a beam of light and he'd catch the red in her eyes and he'd remember how they looked together, covered in blood and delightfully insane as they shared a final heart beat.
Who needed normal when he had her?
Alas his Mare was tiring, feet stumbling through their final dance and her eyes dropping down to glare at her feet, not understanding why they were betraying her. "Break time for you," he spun them around and around to their table, depositing her opposite of a very drunk Mimzy who slid the last of the moonshine over.
"You sit here a bit and let us show you how to really swing!" He extended his hand out to Mimzy who jumped up with both fists in the air with a very unladylike, "Fuck yeah!", before she practically drug Alastor out to the dance floor herself.
This was what he needed! A partner just as energetic as him, just as crazy and just as flamboyant as they raced around the dance floor, a whirlwind of laughter and limbs as everyone moved to give them space. It was wildly known and accepted that there could be casualties when the two of them hit the dance floor. And anyone who didn't get out of their way or took it too personally when they got hit well…sometimes they disappeared.
A shame.
But tonight was a good night. A great night! Mimzy was at the top of her game as always, there was a pleasant buzz running through Alastor's body and his Mare was enthralled with them: eyes wide and mouth open in awe as she rested her head on her palms with her elbows on the table. He would have liked to see a little jealousy in her eyes but maybe he should be grateful she didn't feel the urge to see Mimzy as a threat. It really would be a shame to lose such a wonderful dance partner.
"So what's ya girl's name?"
Alastor dipped Mimzy and spun her around with one hand while wagging his other finger at her. "Ah, ah, ah~! No names, remember?"
"Oh phooey!" She twirled back into him and batted his chest. "Always a stickler only when it benefits you, you brat." Well, Alastor couldn't deny that. "Seriously, what's her name? How'd ya meet? You bring a girl here for the first time ever and don't even give your dearest friend the saucy details."
Alastor distracted her with another dip and pointedly ignored her question.
"C'mon Slim," she pouted, "Don't make me have to show up to your house and get the answers from your momma."
"Don't threaten me," he sniffed.
"Then don't be such a stiff! Give me details man, details!" It was a testament to Alastor's balance that he could handle her shaking him back and forth without missing a single step as they hurtled towards the end of their last song.
"Another time. Soon?"
Mimzy groaned and flipped their positions, surprising Alastor as she dipped him low enough to have the back of his head brushing the floor. "Fine! Next weekend I'm playing at Lou's. Bring ya girl and I wanna know each and every itsy bitsy tiny detail about what makes her so special." She let him up and released him to fluff out her hair.
"It's a date," Alastor brushed his own hair back and sighed happily. "Thank you dear, for treating us tonight."
"Yeah yeah," Mimzy waved him off but she was obviously pleased. "Let me say goodbye to your girl before you head out. Gotta let her know that if you don't work out, she's got a friend here and all."
The air was still warm and humid when they exited the speakeasy through the hidden door in the alley of Molly's Antiques, still delightfully tipsy. Alastor had to shush his Mare when she stumbled into the wall, giggling as she caught herself and unable to stop the snort that escaped her when he wrapped his hand around her jaw.
And then that hand moved to rest against the base of her throat.
Then he pulled her in, alcohol drenched lips finding each other instinctively in that filthy dark alley.
A perfect ending to a perfect night.
Truly, Alastor thought, his life couldn't get better than this.
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What were the teyvat yanderes reactions when the reader tells them that she's going to leave teyvat with Lumine and her brother.?
I doubt she would ever be able to pull that off. (I wrote this with my normalised yandere AU in mind).
Diluc would at first seem completely unfazed, but beneath the surface he is panicking. Kaeya behaviour would change and he will never keep you out of his line of sight. Despite Venti being the God of freedom, he can’t help but feel a strong need to keep you within his clutches. He will even let you roam free around the continent, as long as he is still able to keep his watch over you through the wind. Dahlia will try to change your opinion subtly with his manipulative words. Albedo will be distraught and perhaps some of his little potions can be used to change your mind…
Xiao’s expression morphs into surprise and horror as you tell him the news, and after that he follows you around among the shadows, sabotaging your every chance at leaving. Baizhu will not outright stop you with physical force, but more with the art or persuasion. Don’t act surprised if you find your food to be drugged… Zhongli is not a force to be reckoned with. You and him have a contract, and nothing good will ever come out of those who break his contracts. It will be wise to rethink you situation, lest someone gets hurt…
Thoma is all smiles and friendliness, though yoy find his behaviour to be drastically changing after you tell him your plans of leaving. Gorou will be visibly upset and try to change your mind with his puppy eyes. Itto puts on his usual “tough guy” façade, but he is still not able to mask his disappointment. He is known for being a nice person, but even he has his limits. Kazuha is as calm as they come, though he will try to persuade him. He has already lost so much. He cannot lose you too. Heizou well persuade you to stay and if you still try to leave, you better know he will follow your every move.
Ayato already knows of your plans before you tell him. Nothing ever escapes his watchful gaze. He will eliminate any threat when it comes to you and he doesn’t care if it’s one of your friends. Be a good girl and return to his side.
Tighnari will feel betrayed. His kind mates for life, so how dare you leave him? Cyno will kill anyone who helps you and hunt you down himself. Anything you say will go in one of Alhaitham’s ear and out the other. You aren’t leaving him, but cute of you to try. Kaveh makes a big scene out of it in public, causing many people to give you mean glares. How can you do this to someone has good as him? Don’t you have a heart? Sethos does not take no for an answer. What do you mean you want to leave? Maybe you have hit your head? Surely a trip to the desert will fix it. Wanderer will lock you away the moment does words leave your lips. He has felt betrayal after betrayal, loss after loss and he will bro let that happen again. You are the only thing that keeps him sane. Don’t forget that.
Lyney is a man of trickery and he will sure trick you into changing your mind. He is not against a little manipulation, and with his charm you won’t even notice until it’s all too late. Wriothesley will lock you in the Fortress. It’s cute that you want to escape, but such naïveté is only dangerous. Neuvillette is the law and whatever he says goes. It would be a pity if someone changed to leave in order to prohibit you leaving? Dragons are an awfully possessive species, so don’t take it too personally.
Ororon’s face drops when you tell him. He thought you really were meant to be! Are you sure you want to escape the bat? Ifa takes it all with a smile. You are joking, are you not? You are way too cute to be on your own, you know. Kinich will not outright tell you that he is upset, but the way he is stalking you tells you everything you need to know. Don’t be too scared when people drop dead like flies. This was what you wanted, right?
Despite Flins friendly smile, it becomes clear as day to you that he is not human. He completely discards the morality he has given himself in order to keep you with him. Varka finds your naïveté too cute. You are begging to be locked up aren’t you? Well, who is he to not fulfil your request.
Capitano does not say anything for a good while after those damned words leave your mouth. He really thought you understood him, understood that he is the only thing that can keep you safe, but he suppose he was wrong. Maybe you will understand such after he gives you some time out. Childe treats it as a big joke. Of course you are going to stay with him forever! It’s not up for debate. There is nothing money can’t buy and the same goes for your corporation. You have no idea how hungry some people are for money, that they will even rat their best friend out. Pantalone is a skilled businessman who stops at nothing. His greed shows no bounds and if he wants something, he is going to have it. Dottore is feared by many and that with good reason. The way his face tenses up the moment your words leave your mouth, you are already regretting even saying anything. His deeds all comes to your mind and you don’t dare to think about what he might do to the people who has promised to help you. They are sure to face a path worse than death. Don’t be surprised if you find your ability to walk be completely gone the next morning.
Dainsleif has promised himself that he is a change man, that he won’t let revenge and anger cloud his mind, but when you tell him you want to leave, it all comes crumbling down. Rerir is already difficult enough to be around, and the way he stares at you with narrow eyes tells you that you have fucked up. He drags you away to an abandoned building and locks the door. You wonder if he has thrown the key away. All you can hear the next nights is the screams of those who are unfortunate enough to fall victim to his wrath.
All in all, it’s adorable that you ever think you could ever leave them <3
In a world where gods reign over nations and visions burn like stars, (Y/n) travels across Teyvat in search of her missing siblings, Aether and Lumine, vanished without a trace after a divine unknown God separated them. Each land holds a fragment of their memory and a whisper of truth, drawing her deeper into a journey of danger, beauty, and temptation.
But as she ventures through the seven nations, she encounters men, each powerful, each haunted by her beauty, who are drawn to her light yet bound by her distance. Some offer love, others obsession, and a few… a reason to stay. Yet no matter how fiercely they chase her, she cannot afford to be caught, yet fate weaves another snare. An Abyssal mage curses her with a spell that magnifies desire itself, twisting her emotions and the hearts of those she meets.
Now every glance feels too deep, every heartbeat too loud. Men she encounters, knights, wanderers, scholars, lords, Gods, and even enemies, are drawn toward her as if under a hidden moonlight pull, unable to decide if it’s her charm or the curse that truly binds them.
She must learn to master or defeat the spell before it consumes her sanity, or before those who love her lose themselves trying to claim what cannot be theirs.
For every step closer to her heart pulls her further from her goal.
And somewhere beyond the horizon, her siblings are still waiting.
The wind of Mondstadt carried a melody that once felt like home. Standing on a hill beneath the drifting dandelions, (Y/n) closed her eyes and whispered the same vow she made the night the stars fell apart.
“I’ll find you. No matter how long it takes, I’ll cross the seven nations for you.”
That promise had kept her alive through storm and silence. Through the eyes of strangers and the hands that tried to hold her still.
She’d learned that love could bloom even on the road but love was a luxury she could not afford. There were letters left unsent, hearts left unspoken, and gazes she dared not return.
Because if she looked back, even once, she feared she’d never move forward again.
And so, with the rising sun painting her path in gold, (Y/n) tightened her grip on her worn travel bag and began her journey once more toward Mondstadt’s winds, Liyue’s stone, Inazuma’s thunder, Sumeru’s wisdom, Fontaine’s justice, Natlan’s fire, and Snezhnaya’s snow.
Seven nations.
Seven trials.
Various hearts she’ll never be able to keep.
A/N:
Hi 💜 I'm back after my exams, I have a mental health break right now since the profs in my school allowed it, so while studying I'm also taking a break to write some stories.
This genshin impact story is inspired by a fanart comic by an artist I found in Twt or X, so its going to be every dirty and rated 18+. And if you know then you know ahahaha. This writing is mostly for my own enjoyment but wanted to share it as well.
Posting this as a reminder that I got Lauma at 10 pulls
And that she's the first five star that I've pulled since Kinich and his weapon. This is me praying I get her weapon... and have primos to spare to bring my draconic son home.
For now, I'm sticking with the name Astraea for the triplet. This imagine is not canon-compliant and purely self-indulgent.
You might be interested in reading the prequel or the idea of this story. Basically, the entire thing was supposed to be like this.
Astraea never imagined she would encounter this kind of problem on her new journey. When she flew through the portal, she felt a subtle pressure going through her body and a suffocating feeling that made her senses go haywire. Although her wings were not physically attached to her back, there was an uncomfortable itching paired with pain coursing through them.
Finding a safe spot to land with the sun burning overhead, she extended her senses outwards to make sure there were no other lifeforms (human or otherwise) aside from the basic wildlife. She dismissed her wings and made herself comfortable under a tree's shade so she can easily address the issue that was slowly becoming clear to her.
Whoever or whatever it is, they are trying very hard to make sure there's a restriction on my powers and my ability to fly.
There was no shortage of worlds like this one that has a particular set of rules and laws to facilitate unknown beings entering its midst to avoid upsetting the world's order and/or potentially causing a cataclysmic effect. She and her siblings often obeyed them just to make it easier for them to live in a certain world and not draw attention. It also makes it easier to blend with the locals.
But Astraea didn't plan on obeying the rules right now. Complying with the restrictions would make the promise of a reunion take even longer to happen; she made them wait long enough.
Dispelling the unseen force from her person didn't take much effort and she can finally breathe easier. She hoped that the source of that immense power didn't suffer too much of a backlash... or that she didn't set off a faint ripple of a problem that will become a tsunami in the future.
Reaching for the lone earring dangling from her left earlobe, she mindlessly began playing with it as she thought of her next course of actions.
Form a connection with the Voice of the World.
Learn the basic information of this world and its inhabitants.
Keep her flight abilities hidden from the residents until further notice.
Assume a kind but detached persona to dissuade anyone from trying to drag her into matters (problems) that she has no business in meddling.
Limit her fighting capabilities and magical abilities to whatever power the people of this world use.
Locate her siblings and re-establish their soul-links so the void inside would feel a little smaller.
Leave this world and continue their long-term mission.
Excitement, anxiety, fear, doubt, nervous – it's all swirling inside her. Like different ingredients dropped and stirred in the same pot. She knew they are here, somewhere throughout these unknown lands, and had probably met a lot of people from all walks if life. Strangers to her but friends to her brother and sister.
"Calm yourself, Raea." She whispered to herself, eyes closing as she tucked her legs beneath her with her hands forming a circle at chest-level. "Seek Teyvat's Voice."
Meanwhile...
Slashing down the last hilichurl was a relief to Teyvat's renowned Traveler because it meant he accomplished his final commission for the day.
"Wow, Traveller! You're really fired up today!" Paimon cheered. "It's like you're faster and stronger than usual. Nothing wrong with that when it means more mora for us!"
Aether raised a hand to wipe the little bit of sweat on his forehead and smiled at his companion, his eyes bright with happiness. "That's because someone special is returning to me, Paimon! Someone whom my sister and I have been waiting for a long time."
Paimon's eyes widened, mouth wide in shock. "Really?! Who are they?"
Don't tell her it's another admirer??? This clueless Traveler already has too many! From Mondstadt to Natlan, friends from near and far --- Paimon's getting a headache just thinking about it.
Aether's face softened as he looked at the blue sky. "My sister."
"What? Isn't your sister the Abyss Princess-- wait."
Someone whom the Traveler and the Abyss Princess have been waiting for. The Traveler referred to them as their 'sister'. So a second sister? There's another sibling?
Paimon felt like the sky had fallen on her head. "YOU HAVE ANOTHER SISTER?!"
When?! Why?! How?!
HOW WAS SHE FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS NOW?
Aether chuckled, closing one of his eyes and doing a peace sign. "My triplet."
A vein popped in her head. "EXPLAIN THIS ALL TO PAIMON!"
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A SAGAU where the Creator found a connection with someone from our world
Part 1
Part 2
Fem Reader as a normal college student in our reality who dreams of another world where gods, monsters, and people who bend elements like the Avatar exists. It was a good dream, strange like any other, but good nonetheless. Had she been a writer, she would definitely make a story out of it. Perhaps even write a book.
But she is an overworked college student with a part time job to save funds for stuff that involves school or hobbies.
Where are her parents, you asked? Who knows. She was an orphan and only made it this far thanks to her hard work of working multiple odd jobs at odd times. It resulted in her maturing earlier than her peers though.
Like any other nights, her dreams consists of a beautiful world with unique inhabitants and breathtaking landscapes from high cliffs, tall falls, large expanse of sand and trees, and electric waters. Sights so rich in wonder and magic that she always wakes up to disappoint at leaving her darling dreamland. She grew a connection to that world. She began to love it and would silently wish that she could immerse herself in it.
"How do you like Teyvat so far?"
That all changed when a stranger suddenly appeared and began talking with her in her dreams. Unlike her though, the other one had a strong majestic air and a smile so kind and loving that Fem Reader almost unconsciously began to kneel.
Not long after that, a connection began to form and Reader grew to care for Creator (or Crea [Kree-ya] as a nickname) like a sister she never had. So when the other started the talk of being excited to finally walk among her people, Reader was hesitant.
She doesn't know the reason. Sure, going down and immersing through the lands she scultped with her imagination as her awesome, divine self is fun. Great, even. It means no one will dare mess with her.
But as a human? A regular person? With no power whatsoever to protect her and no connection to Teyvat to help her? All because she wanted the full package of the 'normie' experience.
And carrying a face that people have been lauding and worshipping for millenias?
Yeaaahh, Reader's not convinced.
And thank goodness Crea is having doubts too.
"I really don't know how they'll take it. They are probably expecting some grand descension ritual like... The sky parting for me and I go down shining, as if bathed in holy light—"
Wow, way to make an entrance.
Then Reader gets a crazy idea. Why not let Reader go to Teyvat wearing Crea's appearance? As a form of test of whether the people are truly prepared and open to receiving their divine as a mortal. That way, Reader can (if the people accepts her warmly) prepare for Crea's arrival, lay the foundations of her friend's new life, and create an itinerary for both of them to partake in once she graduate.
If they don't welcome her... Then that's their loss. They don't deserve her friend anyway.
I need to go to sleep now. I still have to expound more on Reader [I should just change it to Y/N soon] and Teyvat's creator initial meeting. There was an attempt in demon summoning involved. Also, do I stick with female Reader, male, or just gender-neutral?
It was done. She was finally away from that world, from them. Breathing a sigh of relief, she noted that the wound and pain were gone, but the phantom taste of iron in her mouth was still present.
Looking at herself, she looked in admiration as attire changed to a pink, long flowing dress with billowing sleeves and pink heels. Her hair was gathered into a side braid ponytail and a pink-star encrusted headpiece rested on her head.
"The things I do for you, bestie." A wry smile crept across her face as she looked around the space she was in. She was standing in the middle of a transparent platform that looked as if it were made up of sparkling sand. The platform had multiple bridges that led to a door; she walked over to the one where she knew the Creator was waiting behind it.
A girl in long white robes made of shimmering stars stood from her seat when their eyes locked together. "Y/N..." Tears gathered in her eyes as she called out the other's name and she ran towards her.
"I'm sorry! -hic- I'm so so sorry!" She cried, embracing her friend tightly. "I never should have let you down there! You shouldn't have to suffer for my sake!"
Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly, "It's okaaay, I'm the one who agreed to it, after all. I'm not letting you go down there if I don't know how well they'll treat you." They broke apart from the hug. "You're like a sister to me... Which is funny because I'm wearing your face right now."
The Creator sniffed and tried to wipe her tears with Y/N helping her. "Y-Yeah, it's so weird seeing my own face staring back at me."
"Technically, the only time we got to see ourselves is when we look at our reflections in the mirror. With that in mind, I really want to have my own face back, pleeease."
With a laugh and a snap of fingers, Y/N felt the glamour on her face disappear and was relieved. Now, it's time to get serious.
"You have seen everything. You have watched what they put me through just by looking similar to you and with no divine powers or presence to speak of. Despite telling them over and over I bear no ill will nor ask them for anything, they still wanted to harm me. Do you see why I wanted to be the one to descend instead of you? What they have done to me could've been done to you. Do you understand what could be at stake then?"
Fear, regret, anger, sadness and worry crossed over (...)'s face. Just imagining herself in Y/N's shoes... She wouldn't be able to take it. She'd grow to resent them, question if everything she did for Teyvat was worth it if that was how they'd repay her.
Y/N wasn't finished. "Even if it wasn't either of us, what if it was someone else? Someone who just happens to look like you. She'll be persecuted for something she has no control over. Innocents could be harmed for the so-called crime of bearing your face."
And wasn't that a thought.
"I have decided..."
Back in Teyvat...
"Was she telling the truth?"
"She could be bluffing. I mean--"
"If she has a connection with the Creator, wouldn't that mean They had also bore witness to our actions?"
"What have we done?! We--"
The archons watched the chaos in front of them as the people cried in regret, shouted in anger or remorse, questioned with doubts, or sat in silent contemplation.
The noise only became silent when the doors were slammed open and in entered two familiar faces. Both of them had an angry expression on their face but one was more terrifying.
"What have you done?" The Traveler growled in rage.
I found this in my drafts after I made the first one. I didn't want it to be deleted so here you go.
Tagging @jellyedkazoo because you asked me to before.
Twin golden orbs took one last glance at the sight before her. The cliff she was standing on stood strong yet the emotions inside her was the complete opposite.
For centuries, she had walked on this land and among its people with hope in her heart that the wounds left by the devastating war would slowly heal and bring them an era of peace and happiness.
Seeing the smiles on their faces and watching people from different races work together to achieve what they have now gave her a sense of accomplishment.
"My work here is done."
The wind caressed her long, golden blond hair and the skirt of her black, purple, and red skirt, a melancholic smile playing on her lips. Unbiddenly, a droplet of tear dripped down, which she slowly wiped away.
"Oh well, let's not dally any longer. I can't keep them waiting any longer."
Golden wings sprouted from her back and effortlessly lifted her from the ground. Within a breath, she took off in a shimmering light, her form blurring into a single golden star that became smaller and smaller the more she flew outside the world's atmosphere.
Once far enough, a silvery white portal opened in front of her, to which she entered, and was now in a completely different realm. A long flowing bridge made up of countless worlds in the form of tiny sparkling round crystals stretched as far as the eye can see.
She turned her focus within her soul, where the spaces of her two other halves reside, and then spread her senses far and wide. One orb flickered and shone brighter among the others; that's where she must go. Flying closer to the orb, it flew into her open palms. After inserting a bit of her power, the orb transformed into a gateway where it showed the aerial view of the world.
The name Teyvat was written in the script from her home-world on the plaque above the gate.
"Lumine... Aether... I'm coming home."
And she flew in.
A beat. A strong and familiar energy washed over him. Something in his soul shifted. A vacant space that suddenly stirred to life and completed the puzzle that was his very existence. His whole body, his heart, mind, and soul calling out to their third, to their triplet sister who has been away for so long.
Aether froze, hand flying to his chest as he felt the bond that felt so far away and so painful, like a rubberband stretched thin, now easing and coming closer.
His gaze moved to the fake sky above and if he tried, he can see a dazzling shooting star heading straight to where he is at.
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