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The Time Travellers Husband
Rhys x Cassians!Sister!Reader
Summary - The gift of time travel was unique to you and you alone, the only thing is that you can't control where you go or when, or for how long.
Warnings - ptsd, trauma, angsttttttt, fluff, mentions and depictions of SA, Under The Mountain trauma
Word Count - 6.8k (unedited, don't come at me)
Based on this ask x
It was an odd feeling, to travel through time. The sensation of it was like you were swimming toward a tide break, desperate for oxygen that felt an infinite number of lengths away whilst battling the currents of time like they were rips in the ocean waves.
Reaching the destination had never been the issue, it had always been the disappearance, the blinker of your essence as you faded into oblivion for what felt like minutes to only return to your husband hours, days, or even weeks later.
No one understood it. Prythian had never been graced with a traveller before you, even Helion and Thesan had researched endlessly but returned to Rhys empty handed. All he wanted was to help you to control it, he knew the mental toll it often took on you considering how you sometimes travelled to the darkest of places and memories, most of which were never your own.
Nights had come and gone where he would have to cradle you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear whilst you cried from the nightmares that plagued you; of bloody battlefields and torture, both of which you'd have to endure until the Mother decided to send you back to your mate who was waiting for you in Velaris.
Rhys had always been fated to be yours, you were certain of it.
The rain was relentless, a cold, steady downpour that made the world around you blur into muted shadows and shimmering reflections. The alleyway where you had led Aventurine was eerily quiet, the only sound the gentle hiss of raindrops against the concrete and the distant rumble of thunder.
You straddled him, your knees pressing into the wet ground as you held the cold steel of the knife against his neck. His eyesâthose damn eyesâwere locked on yours, a mesmerizing swirl of intensity and mystery. The tip of the blade gleamed in the dim light, its weight a constant reminder of the task you had set out to complete. The task you had promised yourself to finish.
But now, as you looked at himâreally looked at himâyou couldnât deny the truth that had slowly crept up on you.
You had fallen for him.
Aventurine's lips curled into a faint smile, that all-knowing, cocky grin of his that never seemed to fade. He didnât look scared. Not really. If anything, he looked... intrigued. Amused, even.
"My best enemy is you," he said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the storm.
Your heart clenched at his words. He always had a way of twisting everything, even now, as your knife hovered over his throat. Your fingers tightened around the handle, but you couldnât bring yourself to strike. The reality of what you were about to do weighed heavily on you, a crushing burden that made every breath feel shallow, every thought fragmented.
âShut up, or Iâll slit your throat open.â you hissed, trying to keep your composure. But your voice wavered, betraying the turmoil within you.
Aventurineâs smile softened, almost imperceptibly, but his gaze never wavered from yours. He reached up slowly, his fingers brushing the side of your face, his touch light but deliberate. The warmth of his hand made your breath catch, a sharp, involuntary response to his touch. You flinched, a reflex you couldnât control, and he noticed. His fingers lingered in your hair, tucking a wet strand behind your ear as he whispered, âYouâre beautifulâŠâ
The words were gentle, and they cut through the storm in a way nothing else could. His voice, low and sincere, felt like a knife to your chest. You felt everythingâhis warmth, his tenderness, and yet... everything you had worked for, everything you had planned, suddenly felt so fragile.
You pressed the knife harder against his throat, the cold steel against his skin a tangible reminder of your mission. But your resolve was slipping. This wasnât how it was supposed to go. He was the enemy. You were supposed to end him.
"Donât... donât say that," you whispered, your voice trembling despite yourself. "Iâm not... I'm not who you think I am."
Aventurineâs eyes softened for the briefest of moments, a flicker of understanding in his gaze. His hand remained in your hair, the touch lingering, as if he knew the battle raging inside you.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the rain, the distant thunder, and the beating of your own heart. The world seemed to slow, the decision you had to make hanging in the air between you like a fragile thread.
And then, he whispered again, "You donât have to do this."
You wanted to believe him. You wanted to so badly. But the knife in your hand was the only thing that felt real, the only thing that tied you to the life you had chosen. The life you had to live.
But even as you wavered, even as your heart screamed at you to stop, you knew it was too late. You had already crossed the line. There was no turning back now.
You pressed the knife just a little harder, feeling the tension build between you, both of you trapped in this moment of conflict and pain. The rain soaked your clothes, plastering them to your skin, but it couldnât wash away the weight of your decision.
Aventurine's smile never left his lips, even as your hand trembled, poised to strike.
And in that instant, you wondered if he had known all along. If he had always been playing the game, just like you.
"Goodbye..." you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm.
You closed your eyes, the knife ready to deliver its final blow, but then you paused.
What if, in that moment, you werenât the only one playing the game?
The rain fell harder.
I'm not sorry đââïžđđ
Memory lane - A look back from the past year!
Rafayel Birthday (2024)
đșđđđđđđđ : A vignette fic
Pairings: Chuuya x fem!reader x Dazai
Tags: crack, mention of word 'crotch' , mention of words' S&M' 'ropes & belt' but overall nothing nsfw, swearing & curses. please let me know if I forgot any Xx.
Author's note: omg, omg!! So this is my first vignette, i love the idea of it sm (âžâžá”áŽá”âžâž), so a vignette fic is basically a collection of multiple shot scenes. And the fact that it's crack? Tops it *mwah mwah* hope you guys actually enjoy it? Please let me know if you want me to do more of this.
P.S. I'm not sure who created Chuuya and Dazai's bantering scene in the photo, but I edited it a little, and UwU, it's cute.
Word count: 2.2k

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Silver: MC was so exhausted taking care of the children that they thought father was a child and placed him on top of the counter and asked him to behave.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: What did Lilia do?
Silver: He behaved.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: I didn't expect his mid-life crisis would be this bad.
Silver: What?
Alastor x Reader - Chest Fluff
Details: Established relationship, honeymoon phase, light teasing. You discover Alastor's chest fluff! Warnings: None, this is pure fluff - literally. No pronouns used. No use of Y/N. Not beta read as usual. Author's note: Iâm fully convinced Alastor has chest fluff. I donât have any proof except I think itâs CUTE. Word Count: 992
Youâve always loved cuddling Alastor. Itâs the closest form of intimacy you had gotten so far in your budding relationship. And he was so, so comfortable.
Looking at him, youâd think he was all sharp edges and pointy teeth, but lying on his chest, as you were right now, you could swear this man was secretly a pillow.
Both of you were lying on a chaise longue in his room, soft jazz playing in the background. While he was busy reading over some papers, heâd allowed you to indulge in some cuddles, so long as you didnât disturb him.
But you just couldnât help yourself. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, his overcoat discarded on an armchair, and sighed.
âYouâre so soft, Al.â
Stardom
â„ prompt: them sneaking into your bedroom window to see you - @urfriendlywriter
â„ summary: alastor's childhood best friend is a movie star and they have a bond between emotionally distant ppl awww so cute (she is trying her hardest to express affection but is internally screaming at her fruitless attempts and he thinks it's funny). wrote this as a warmup for an assignment
â„ relationship:Â alastor x feminine deaf reader
â„ word count: 2.8k
â„ notes:Â reader's mother is a prominent character
One day, there was a knock at his front door. His mother opened it after drying her hands, stepping away from the kitchen. Behind the door was another mother and child at the door. Alastor peeked from behind his mother, seeing you with your head down. He immediately recognized you when his mom took him to the theatre. You were nothing like you were on the screen. Your timid posture caught him off guard immediately, as did the blank expression on your face. Your mom was there to apologize for your manners after you had continuously thrown your unwanted toys into their yard.
Alastor watched from his window every time you did, analyzing the look of frustration you had. He would smile to himself; his dimples presented themselves to no one but his reflection until, one day, you looked up at him. Your expressions were dazzling to him, though you are the same age, you know more about presentation and physical articulation than he ever could.
You hit the big screen in his teenage years. It was like you were born to be a scene's star. But his fascination with you genuinely deepened when he saw you off-screen with your resting, blank expression.Â
YOU KNOW I LOOK TOO GOOD TO NOT BE HIDEOUS!
( synop. the voice inside of dazai's head swallows him whole ) contains. 1.8k+ wc â gn!reader ; dazai angst, hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers ( hinted ), dazai gets a hug, alcoholism, drunk!dazai, pre-ada but post-pm, mention of vomit, dazai has a panic attack + cries, implied sh scars. ( the author is back on their torturing dazai bit ; this song literally belongs to him, okay. kinda pt2 to my prev dazai fic. )
Underneath the stars, looking for a sign â d. osamu
synopsis. dazai stops by your apartment well past midnight, seeking out to you for solace
content. pm!dazai, pm!reader, fem!reader, angst(?), reverse comfort, unestablished relationship, a mention of double suicide
notes. my writing makes me want to sink six feet underground cuz this looked better in my head :,)

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Pretty boy! - Gojo Satoru
tags. explicit content, f!reader, sub!gojo, light choking, bondage, p in v, creampie, overstim
âF-fuck, just like that pleaseâÂ
Satoru pants, his hair was so messy sprawled around the pillow. A few strands of his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. His cheeks were tinted in red, his blue eyes were fucked out, dialated and staring at your body.
âYeah, n-ngh⊠fuck!â
His roped wrists tug through their constraints that were tied to the bed, itching to touch you. His breaths are labored, whimpers and moans spill past his pretty lips.Â
Who would think that the strongest sorcerer likes to be tied up and begging?
âYeah, does that feel good, baby?â You tease. Moving your hips up and down his cock, stretching your own cunt around his girth that reaches every spot that no man can ever do.
âYes, yes, yessss⊠your pussy feels so good, please fuck me more.â You ride him faster.
His whines make you whine. After all, how many times can you see him under you? How many curses have begged him for mercy only to have him begging you to fuck him more?
You gasped, startled. As he suddenly thrust his hips up, a small chuckle erupts from him while he looks at you teasingly. He bites his lower lip, his eyes trailing down from your tits, your tummy, down to where his cock had stuffed you full.
You grab his neck and his head snaps up to look into you. His breaths were heavy even as you stopped moving your hips. You squeeze the sides of his neck, creating a subtle pressure to stop his breathing.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself, Toru.â You say, leaning down to him, your fingers still around his neck.
You ghost your lips against his, he raises his head up but you push him down. Rather⊠he let you push him back down to the pillow.
âDo you know what happens do bad greedy boys?â You whisper against his lips, you move your lips to the side and teasingly kiss and licked the side of his neck.
He throws his head back, you feel his cock pulse inside you. He lets out a soft whine as you begin to grind your hips against his cock.He eyes fluttering close as he savored the pleasure flowing through his body.
âThey donât cum.â You whisper beside his ear.
His eyes opened and looked into yours as you placed a hand on his chest. You can see the small smirk he was fighting off his face, an unusually timed look of pride crosses through his eyes.
âIâll be a good boy.â
He says in a low voice, almost as if he was shy.
âI canât hear you, pretty boy. What did you say?â
You began to ride his cock again, a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock. His past load leaking out from your greedy cunt, making a wet noise echo through both of your ears.
He pulls in a sharp breath, and exhales a needy whiny moan.
âIâll be your good boy. Use me, fuck me, Iâll take whatever you give me.â
SPOILERS?? MAYBE
Wife!reader waiting for Alastor in his Radio tower after the final big battle, knowing he'd go there and waiting for him there, Scolding him and angry at him, Talking about how worried they were and how they saw everything. But then it turns fluffy at the end :3
Alastor X Reader [Romantic]
In which you lost track of him during the battle, so you wait in his tower hoping he made it. Reader is female.
"Have you always been so damn ugly?"
"Hahaha...Fuck you."
PLATONIC ALASTOR X GN!READER
Warning: bit of a small oc.
YOU SIGHED LAYING on your bed tired like always as your counterpart, Neno is beside you purring. His black shadowy body hold you as you face the ceiling. It's not like you are a depressed person who has no social energy battery and stay in your room not wanting to talk to people. Of course you totally aren't like that...
You heard a static noise outside your door, you narrow your eyes seeing a red glow outside your door. "What the fuck..." you say to yourself seeing the glow. Neno opens his white glowing eyes as he lets go of your body and moves swiftly to the door. It seems like he know who it is as you get off your bed and open the door. And there he is, the radio demon who smiles down at you.
"Why hello my shadowy fellow/madam!" He says entering your room as you tried to protest him entering. "Well this won't do!" He pulls open your curtain windows to let the light in. Neno hisses going into your shadow as your eyebags show. Alastor smiles that shit eating grin as he sits on your bed. "Well? Why don't you sit down my dear friend, we got things to discuss!" You just stand there side eyeing him.
"Have you always been so damn ugly?" Is what you said that came into your mind.
"Hahaha...Fuck you." Alastor says staring at you waving got you to sit with him.
No way in hell are you talking to the radio demon.
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AND HERE YOU are ranting about how shitty your morning went about how you felt like shit and how you felt no motivation or feelings at all. Alastor just stares and nod with a smile listening to you. You don't even know why you are actually venting to him about. Sometimes with yourself, you have these weird feelings where you can't feel anything but you aren't depressed. You just can't understand some things really.
Alastor stops you from going into deep context as he smiles thinking of something. "Why don't we go for a walk my dear friend!" He says enthusiastic. You just stare at him with a blank stare...."I'm not your frie-" Alastor snaps his fingers as he has you in an outfit that seems a bit old timey. Kinda seems off the way you dressed back in the 2000's but you liked the color palette it has.
Your hair looked better as you smile looking at Neno who gave you a thumbs up with Alastor and his own shadow counterpart. "Okay! Not bad old man." "I am not an old man" he says with a slight twitch in his eye. "Whatever man" you say chuckling softly at him. Next thing you know you go picked up onto alastor's shoulder with a blank confused face as he takes you out your room.
"Now let's go on an adventure. Can't let you rot in your room like some kind of corpse dear!"
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YOU "WALKED" around pentagram city still on alastor's shoulder as he hums a tune while you just sat there in his shoulder like a little kid leaving sea world/ Disney world with their father.
"Where are we even going Alastor...."
"Somewhere~" he said in a song tune way.
You just sighed as he wasn't even giving you a straight answer. You felt a "bling" in your pocket. That must be your hell phone. You looked at it to see the contact, "BIG BOSSđ„" calling you. You answer him hearing a bunch of quacks and tools hitting the ground.
"Heyyyyy....ducklinggg" you heard Lucifer says awkwardly. "Hello. Sir." You said flatly. Lucifer's silly smile faltered hearing your flat tone as he sighs.
"Listen I'm sorry I didn't order you right the things for you. I was busy." You heard another quack and a squeak.
"Busy making a doll house for your ducks?"
".....low blow but I can send you your favorite pastry!" He says excitedly on his end of the phone.
You stayed quiet this time but smile showing your sharp teeth, "sure man. I'll forgive you." "FANTASTIC! I'll see you in 2 hours!"
"Wait wh-" and the phone hang up.
Why the hell he said he was gonna order them to you, but come in person...
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NOW YOU WERE confused even more as you reach a part of town you didn't even know. Alastor smiles as you see demons with black eyes like those were cartoons you use to watch back then. But the town seems lovely and lively as you see a person giving out cotton candy.
Your eyes light up, catching the taller male's attention as he smirks turning his walking direction to the cotton candy stand.
"Hello mister, I would like one cotton candy for the little lady/fellow on my beloved shoulder." Alastor said as you felt embarrassed by how some people watched you as you fidget with your fingers. The man nods with a sharp teethed smile and gave Alastor, who gives you your cotton candy.
You smile awkwardly taking the cotton candy from Alastor and ate it. You gotta admit it was tasty as fuck! The candy melted on your tongue and your eyes lit up like shimmering glitter in a summer sun. Alastor smile softly at you and turns to building while you eat. As Alastor enters you heard a ladies voice.
"Yeah, and I would eat my husband too!"
You turn to see a lady who is wearing an old timey fit and she is very tall, slender-built demon with pale gray skin, and a wide mouth full of sharp light pink teeth, black-colored lips and dusty-pink cheeks. Her eyes are pitch-black.
You always liked to look at people sometimes to observe, it's a weird habit of yours at times but you must admit this lady was beautiful.
"Oh Rosie dear!"
"Alastor hon!" The lady says cheery as she walks to Alastor and you. You hopped off of Alastor landing on Neno who held his hand for you to softly get on the ground. The two overlords hug as you finally noticed who she was. She was the one Alastor told you about sometimes.
"Oh and who is this cutie! Aw I could just eat you up!"
"Please don't." You said with an awkward smile as she pinches your cheek like a granny.
She chuckles putting a hand to her face, "oh don't worry, Alastor told me all about you and how such a dearie you are to him at times."
You raised a brow at that. "Really?" You looked at Alastor who seems to be ignoring your gaze as you just scrunched your face up in confusion.
"Why yes! You're the [animal/shadow] demon he was talking about!" She says as she cups her hands in your. Neno watches as he swirls around your body and playful nibbles on Rosie who chuckles. "And this much be your pet!" "Counter part actually.." Rosie had a surprised look as she looks into Neno's eyes which is pure white, opposite from Rosie's own eyes.
"Well isn't that swell..."
(I'm tired so I can't finish the part where you get to hang out with Lucifer again. My head ache and me being drowsy as shit isn't helping. Hope you enjoyed this)
Summary : After the battle with Adam, Alastor disappeared. Everyone was sure he was dead, but you knew better than that. You find him injured and vulnerable in his broken down radio tower, and decide to give him a hand with his wounds.
Tags : GenderNeutral!reader, reader is shorter than Al, soft!Alastor, sorta, fluff, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, Alastor is losing it
Notes : My first Tumblr one shot! Hopefully this isnât too OOC, but writing a character who hides any sign of real emotion being vulnerable is difficult. Enjoy!
Word Count : 2,418
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You breathed, Hellâs fiery air stinging your lungs as you looked around at the death and destruction that surrounded you. You look back over your shoulder, Charlieâs quiet sniffles taking your attention. Lucifer was knelt in front of her, his hand brushing her cheek, a weak attempt at comforting her after her lifeâs dream was just destroyed. You frowned, your brow creasing together as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, your gaze me with Angel Dustâs.
âYou did good out there,â he smiles down at you, an excited squeal coming from the pig in his opposite arms. You muster a strained grin, but his fades. âStill sucks though, huh?â
You nod, dropping your grin, âYeah, still sucks. I canât believe itâs all gone,â you look away from the arachnid, your eyes casting over the destroyed hotel once again. Angel nods, his arm drifting around your shoulder and giving you a squeeze, the best, and really the only, form of comfort he knows how to provide.
âWeâll rebuild it,â he squeezes you again, before releasing you and approaching Charlie and the rest of the group. You follow behind, though your gaze remains astray, scanning the battleground. Looking for any sign of someone alive. You know deep down who you were looking for.
Alastor, the overlord youâd grown to call a friend.
Not everyone would consider him that, but you were an optimist. You hoped heâd consider you the same. No one in Hell would be as kind as he had been to you without considering you some sort of friend. Or, well, as kind as an overlord like him could be. And everyone was convinced he was gone, but you werenât that naive. Alastor, if faced with death or fleeing, would flee. He was snarky and a bit egotistical, sure, but he wasnât an idiot.
âUhm, hey, Iâm going to get see if I can find any of my stuff out here. Maybe some of it is salvageable,â you call to the rest of the group, stepping closer to the mess that used to be your home. The ground cracked beneath you as you stepped across the rubble. Charlie, whoâd seemingly made her peace with the tragedy that had occurred, looked to you, rising to her feet.
âDo you want any help?â
âNo, no, I got it,â you were lying to your teeth, but you had to see if he was out there. She looked at you with sympathetic eyes, walking closer and wrapping you in a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her waist, squeezing her close.
âBe careful out there, okay? I donât want you getting hurt on anything. Weâre going to go and get something to eat, try and relax a bit before we start rebuilding tomorrow. Text me when youâre done, you can meet us out there, okay?â She pulls away from you, her hands still resting on your shoulders as yours fell to your sides.
âIâll be careful, I promise,â you assure, smiling as the taller girl pulls away from you fully, waving you goodbye as she approaches the rest of the group. You watch as they leave, before turning back to the rubble, that strained smile of yours dropping. You rubbed your cheeks. How did Alastor do that all the time?
And with that, you were off, wandering as your eyes scanned the area, reminiscing as you came across bits and pieces of the place youâd called home for the past 6 months. Broken pieces of Sir Pentiousâ old machinery make your brows furrow together, a feeling that you could only describe as grief swallowing your thoughts for a brief moment, your chest tightening. You stared at that machine for a good few minutes before tearing your gaze away, trying to look at anything else.
And there it was.
A good 30 feet from you was Alastorâs radio tower. Some of the windows broken, dented, and on its side, but for the most part it was still in tact. You began to walk towards it, without much thought. Heâd spent a lot of time there before youâd all started preparing for the extermination. He was insistent it was the best part of the hotel.
The closer you got, the more hesitant you became. If the trail of blood in the dirt wasnât off putting enough, the green glow that was emitting from tower surely was. But these two things sealed one thing in your mind: Alastor was alive. Of course he was, youâd known that. But that small strand of doubt was planted in your head by the others.
You walk around the broken and dented structure, before finding that the hatch inside was already open. You drew a final breath before pulling yourself up and inside. As you heaved yourself into the tower, you were met with something hard to look at. Alastor had his back turned to you, one arm over his chest, one arm helping him hold himself upright against the control panel of the tower. His overcoat had been thrown to the floor, it was a rare sight to see him without it. You frowned, pushing off of the floor and standing. You wanted to move closer, but werenât sure you could do so without startling the overlord. If youâd managed to get this close without him noticing, you knew he must be very deep in thought.
âAlastor?â You tried, your voice soft. Even so, Alastorâs whole body stilled, his head turning sharply to look at you, his horns and shoulders growing two times their normal size. He had a wild look in his eye, but seemed to calm as he realized it was you, his body relaxing, and returning to its original position. His expression had turned sour, despite the constant smile.
âYou shouldnât be here,â he replied, his voice hoarse as he looked away. You frowned, stepping closer, avoiding the pools of blood on the ground.
âAlastor, we thought you were dead,â your voice was back to its normal volume.
The static sound, that was nearly a constant whenever Alastor was near, seemed to grow louder as his entire body span to face you, almost as if he were going to get angry, but he stumbled, both of his hands going back and gripping the control panel behind him. Now, you could see the giant gash across his chest, blood seeped into his shirt. Your eyes trailed from the bottom of his wound, up to meet his eyes. There was something behind them that you couldnât quite place.
There was a beat of silence before you piped up again.
âHe really got you, huh?â You point out the obvious, walking closer. Alastor tried to straighten himself, only using one hand to keep himself upright as the other found its way back to covering the wound.
âIt is nothing that I canât handle,â he assured, pressing his arm closer to his body. You stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes as you placed your hand on his. He wretched away, his rear pressing fully against the control panel, his hand sliding back. âDonât.â
âAlastor,â you began, but he cut you off.
âPerhaps you misunderstood, I am FINE,â he growls, pushing himself away and walking around you, you turn to follow him with your eyes. âHe may have hit me but Iâm alive. Of COURSE I am. I mean, if I werenât what would people think?â
Your brows furrowed, âwhat are you talking about, Al?â
âI have been a wonder to everyone since I manifested here, if I died for the princess of Hell and her low life sinners, I would be regarded as some,â he paused, clutching his chest as he turned away from you. âAltruist.â
He spat the word like it was the worst thing to ever leave his lips.
âI would be regarded at the âOh so powerful Radio Demon who DIED for a chance at a redemption that isnât even POSSIBLE.â
You walked closer to him, placing a hesitant hand on the small of his back. He glanced over his shoulder, and your expression softened.
âAlastor, no one is expecting you to die for us. All I want from you right now is. For you to let me help you,â you searched his face for any sign of agreement, but he was nearly impossible to read. A sigh escaped him. âYouâre really hurt, Al.â
âI know,â he murmured, his ears flicking back as he turned to face you. He walked back towards the control panel, you trailing behind. You assumed him accepting that he was hurt was the closest thing youâd get to him saying, âI need help.â
âYou should sit. Itâll be easier that way,â you looked up at Alastor, who was avoiding your gaze like the plague. You assumed he was ashamed of the situation he was in. He sat on the edge of the counter, snapping his fingers. A roll of bandages and pads of gauze appearing in your hands. You sat them down on the control panel beside him.
âI could have done this on my own, my dear,â he looks down at your hands as they reach for the buttons on his shirt, gently unbuttoning the first few.
âIâm sure you could have,â you murmur, though not fully paying attention to his words. You reached the last few buttons, pulling his shirt open. You could feel your face flushing as the his undershirt slipped off of his shoulders. It was a little unbelievable that the big bad Radio Demon was allowing this, but you supposed coming face to face with a second death was enough to allow a miracle.
Bending down slightly at your waist to reach better, you take some of the gauze, pressing it firmly to his wound. Alastor took a sharp inhale, his ears shifting back further than they already had been. Your frown grew deeper as you looked up at him, your free hand taking his, gently stroking your thumb across his skin.
âAlastor? Is this okay?â Your eyes scan his face, that somehow managed to display pain all while wearing that signature smile.
âItâs fine. I donât want to hear a word about this when youâre done,â he winced, squeezing your hand as you began to wrap the bandages around the bottom half of his wound. You rolled your eyes, nodding.
âNot like anyone would believe me. I mean, you? Hurt? Impossible, right?â You pressed another piece of gauze to him, causing his claws to dig into your skin. It didnât break, but it stung a bit. You tried your best not to show it â however hard that was â you didnât want him to think that this, whatever this is, wasnât okay.
âThatâs not what Iâm talking about,â he looked down at you, his brow creasing. You both fell silent, the crackling of radio static tickling your ears. You wrapped the rest of his wound in silence, your free hand grazing down the bandages, just barely making contact.
âYou know,â you start, rising to your normal posture, finally removing your hand from his. âLetting someone help you doesnât make you any less powerful.â
Another beat of silence as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it back up over his shoulders. His hands, in one swift motion, grabbed yours and pulled you between his legs, closer to his chest. You looked up at him, your eyes widening as they met his. Just inches away from your own was The Radio Demonâs face. His eyes were pitch black, red radio dials replacing his pupils. His neck was contorted, smile stretched further than you imagined could be comfortable.
âYou. Donât. Understand,â he growled, his breath hot against your face. You tried your best to remain composed, not looking away from him as his grip on you tightened. âYou are not ME. You could not possibly imagine the position I am in because of that DAMNED hotel.â
âYouâre right.â
Alastorâs grip loosened immensely, his neck snapping back to be in itâs anatomically correct shape. His eyes fluttered a few times before returning to normal, he looked almost confused by your agreement. He stayed silent, even his static flushing to barely a hum.
âAlastor, I donât know what itâs like in your shoes right now. But if you ever wanted to TELL me what itâs like, Iâd be here to listen,â you, gently, squeezed his hands in yours. Alastorâs eyes scanned every inch of your face, over and over and over. Looking for any sign that you were going to use this vulnerability against him. To hurt him. To knock him down from the tower heâd built for himself. But there was none. Your expression held nothing but genuineness.
He briefly considered telling you everything that was troubling him, briefly thought about scaring you away so he didnât have to face you, and though still brief, his thoughts lingered on the consideration of pulling you closer and thanking you for treating him like he wasnât the monster he knew he truly was. But he did none of those things. He didnât have time to unbox what all of those thoughts said about him. He just smiled down at you, a real smile, his left hand caressing your face.
âThank you for helping me, my dearest,â Alastorâs voice had returned to its normal chipper tone, but it didnât seem as fake as usual. Not when it was directed at you. A grin of your own blossomed across your face as you placed your hand on his, leaning your cheek into his hand. You turned you face a bit, placing your lips against his palm for a short moment, all while never breaking eye contact. If you didnât know better, youâd of sworn a light blush crossed Alastorâs cheeks.
âAnytime, Al.â
Alastor cleared his throat, his ears flicking back into an upright position as he pulled his hands away from you and pushed himself up and off of the control panel. He straightened his posture re-buttoning his bloody and tethered undershirt. You quickly grabbed his overcoat so he wouldnât try to bend over and grab it himself, and ushered back over to him. He took it from your arms, putting it on and dusting it off as if that would mend its holes and cleanse it of the blood that stained it.
âWell, I should be going now,â Alastor approached you, taking your hand for a final time and placing a kiss to your knuckles. âYou are truly a diamond in the rough, darling. Iâll be seeing you soon.â
âWait, where are youââ but before you could complete that question, he disappeared in a flash of green light and dark smoke. You blinked, your face flushing as you recalled what had just happened. You were almost unsure it was real.
Youâd have to tell Charlie the new hotel was going to need a radio tower.
Friends on the other side~ | Alastor x Voodoo!Reader | HCS
Declaimir: I know nothing about voodoo so this may be totally innaccurated.
Warnings: OOC Alastor - Alastor its NOT presented as aromantic on this - Small yandere Alastor -
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FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: taking care of a certain suicidal detective is thankless workâor so, that's what everyone says at least, including dazai himself, but you're not as convinced. (wordcount: 1.8k; sfw, mentions of dazai's struggles w depression & self-care; fem!reader)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: dazaiiiii <3
It was the year of spring when you got the most lamest confession you've ever heard.
all from a man you'd never expectânobody ever did expect that GOJO SATORU had the time and capacity to fall in love.
what a surprise, because he was too.
"go out with me," he states more than questioning.
like a giddy normal teenager that was not the most handsome man in the worldâthe, gojo satoru asked you out.
infront of everyone; without shame, oh but full of smugness that makes you want to reject him just to see his pride fall.
but perhaps the from shocking event did the thought not come to you that day, not when the pressure was all time high.
"This.." you start and the crowd quivers in their boots, boys and girls alike already demanding their victory from the bet, "this is what you greet me with after ignoring me for weeks, satoru?" the said man stiffens with his posture, and as if the bouquet of flowers he held felt the shift of the atmosphereâit dramatically wilted.
"oh, c'mon that was justâ" he knew reasoning was futile when he gulps the words down his throat again, catching the way you glare.
and you spin your heel around. guessing with how he hangs his head low, you think he's discouraged enough to let it go and take the rejection.
but the man you knew was always so annoying, so stubborn.
you hear a call of your name but you don't snap your head like your-all-time-secret-is-out kind of surprise, but it's because the dumbest man spoke the dumbest words you've ever heard.
"I, the heir of the gojo clan, am insanely inlove with you!"
the crowd goes eerily silent, like time was frozen but not in a romantic way. It was embarrassingly awkward that you could hear the sound of a pin drop.
"what?" you spat out in disbelief, not comprehending his words and he takes it as another sign to repeat himself to you.
"I likâ" you stop him from talking by slapping a hand to his mouth, glowing eyes shimmering with the brightest smile known to man, "yes yes, don't repeat yourself!" you exclaim almost immediately.
your breath hitches in your throat the moment you feel his hand grasp your wrist, the one that covered his mouth and he points a finger to speak, muffled by your hand, "dso yu asekpt?" you could faintly make out the words he saidâdo you accept?
it syncs with the voice echoing at the back of your head ever since he confessed.
and yet, the answer always remained the same.
so you drop your hand from his mouth, catching the way his eyes follow your every moveâperhaps enough to notice the hesitation, and he worries for the words you'll speak with such an expression.
quickly he starts before you speak, "Its fiâ"
"I like you," he gets cut off, jaw slacked and unmoving in shock.
he blinks once or twice, but the crowd reacts before he can, waking him enough to respond back.
with a lopsided grin and dusted cheeks, he speaks again tooâhe thinks could be lost to the noise of the crowd, but with how close you were, he thinks you'll be able to hear even a whisper.
"I like you too."
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