Welcome!

The powerful whirr of the bus matches your antsy energy as you fiddle with your purse. Alastor sits calmly as if it's just any other regular day, part of you has always envied the way he manages to stay collected in seemingly every situation life throws at him.

His coat sits heavy on your shoulders as you stare outside at all the people moving on about in life, some returning home after hard shifts and others who's night has just begun.

You flinch hard when you feel him grasp your trembling hand, interlocking your fingers together. His thumb drags against the back of your hand in a vain attempt to soothe.

"Whatever is the matter, my dear? You look like a prisoner on his way out to death row."

He questions gently into your ear with a light chuckle at his own joke. He watches your throat bob as you swallow nervously, feeling your chest getting tight with worry. Alastor lets out a small sigh as your eyes tell him everything he needed to know.

"Dear, d-"

He began before the bus jolts to a stop in front of a innocent looking cafe, the colors of it are a bit dull. He stands and offers you his arm, which you take with a slight hesitation in your movements.

Alastor leads you inside said cafe and looks around before knocking on a wall, his knuckles cracking against the wood sternly.

"Joe sent us."

He speaks into the wood as you stare at him like he's lost his mind. Suddenly the wall opens up to reveal a cozy bar inside, full of men and women drinking to their hearts content.

he ushers you into another room and you spot Mimzy waving excitedly at the both of you which earns her only a nod back.

The room is small and reeks of alcohol, a shabby room to get ready in but it'll do. You scurry over to the mirror as you grab your makeup out of your purse.

Alastor wraps his slender arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, the woodsy scent of him reminds you of home.

"You've practiced this for years, mon tŕesor! Don't let those silly thoughts pollute your spirit."

Alastor soothes as he brings his hands up to your face and drags the sides of your lips upwards. "Besides you're-"

"Never fully dressed without a smile, I know I know."

You finish with a sassy eye roll as you push his hands away but your smile stays nonetheless, making Alastor chuckle warmly. You finish putting some color on your lids but find your hands are still much too shaky to apply the lip pomade but he grabs the tube from you.

"Allow me, my dear."

He says before guiding your face towards him then gliding the product across your lips with a tender touch, his nose almost touching yours.

"There we go, beautiful, darling."

Alastor praises as his eyes scan your face, not unlike one studying a fine art piece. You feel your cheeks warm up, your eyes darting away from his as if you could burn up in his gaze.

"Th-Thank you, Al."

You voiced your appreciation with a light tremble in your voice as you find yourself entranced with his lips so close-

BANG

The door opens and Alastor jumps off you like you are made hot coals while giving the intruder a very displeased look. Mimzy gives you two a suspicious look at your frazzled faces but shrugs as if it's not her concern.

"Hello you two! How are my little stars in the making doing?"

She asks with a too cheery smile while her dark heels click against the hardwood floor.

"We're quite alright, Mimzy, how long until we need to be stage?"

"About 5 minutes, now lemme see ya dress!"

The short woman nearly squeals with excitement as you take off Alastor's coat, clapping her hands together. You give her a small twirl to show off a bit, soaking up the attention of anotherr woman.

"Ooh!! Aren't you just the cat's pajamas! Ain't she, Alastor?"

Mimzy compliments while your twin just nods along, a part of him sparking with a ugly jealousy as he remembers other people will get to marvel at you.

You add some finishing touches to your look and before you know it, you have to stand in front of the stage curtains.

This very night could make or break your career and it's not just you have to worry about... both of you need this to work.

You look to Alastor as Mimzy announces you two and he gestures for you to smile.

Your head snaps back to the crowd as the curtains slide open and you greet them with a big grin...

You and Alastor bow as the drunken cheer fills the small room, your heart pounds like a drum with utter glee. You nearly skip your way back to the boudoir, your cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

You don't notice Alastor locking the door behind you.

"We did it, Al! They loved it!"

You declare proudly while he reaches for your cold cream, "See? There was never a need to worry, mon ange."

He says slyly as he taps on top of the vanity, encouraging you sit on it. "Good girl," He praises while scooping up some of the cream and applying it to your face. He wipes away the remains of your makeup with a tissue before taking notice of your jittery hands.

"You need some help with that, mon cherie?"

He whispers in your ear with a gentle concern as he splays his long fingers across your thighs, his thumb dangerously close to the hem of your dress.

"Help? How?"

"Oh just a little something ma told me about, it should help you... relax."

He explained before dropping down to his knees in front of your legs, making you snap them shut in shock.

"Alastor! What on heaven's earth are you-"

"Have I ever done you wrong or lead you astray?"

"N-No- wha-"

"Harmed a hair on your head or caused you even a moment of discomfort?"

"Of course not-"

"Then please, my little song bird, trust your big brother to help you."

Alastor pleads as he rests his cheek on your knee, staring up at you with his dark pools. Your mind is at a war with itself, it's posterous to think he could hurt a fly but your gut screams there is something very wrong here. You chew on your bottom lip before spreading your legs apart, making his grin get impossibly wider.

"A-Alright, just please don't make it weird."

"Wouldn't dream of it, my dear, now just let me take care of you."

You gulp as you feel his hands traveling up your dress, eager to explore his new territory. He pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, causing your stomach flutter in heated excitement.

His thumbs hook up the sides of your plain panties before sliding them down your thighs, letting the flimsy fabric fall. You feel his hot breath against your bare pussy as he divides your folds, sending shivers up your spine.

"Gorgeous..."

Alastor whispers which earns him a soft impatient whine and he decides to leave teasing for another time. He drag his tongue against your slit slowly which makes you gasp, your hands gripping the poor vanity for purchase.

His lips feel so familiar but so foreign all at the same time, years of kisses against your skin hadn't prepared you for this.

"A-Al! I-I don't think this is... is.."

You attempt to protest in vain before his twisted tongue finds your clit and you have to cover your mouth before the entire bar is made aware of what you two are up to.

Wetness seeps from your core as Alastor laps up your bundle of nerves, his short nails leaving indents on your trembling thigh. He stops only to get your thighs over his broad shoulders before diving right back in.

You feel yourself sink further and further right into the palm of his hand as your mind fogs with pleasure.

"You taste divine, so utterly sweet..."

He breathes out his admiration before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking. You feel his slender index and middle fingers rub at your tight heat, getting them wet with your slick.

"Al... don't say stuff like that.."

You plead with a embarrassed tone before a sharp squeak escapes you when Alastor slides a finger inside your hot canal.

"What? I cannot compliment my dear sister? You wound me, darling."

He remarks then focuses his attention back on your poor clitoris and began to trace shapes with his hot tongue. The pace with his finger starts slow but soon finds it's rhythm. It takes you a minute to realize but...wait, is he-

"Alastor! Are you seri-"

You attempt to scold him before you cry out and squish his cheeks with your thighs as his finger finds that spongey spot. You squirm against the never-ending heat of Alastor's mouth while tangling your hand in his dark curls, careful to not tug.

His tongue continues to trace his name across your sensitive flesh, his mind repeating a possessive mantra of mine, mine, MINE. Much too many men thought they had a chance with you tonight, no fault of your own really, men see a pretty lady and assumes that she'll be theirs.

But no. Not Alastor.

He knows you are his alone and he must have this simple fact made VERY clear to you.

He slides another long finger inside you then curls them up with a 'come hither' motion, delighting in the sounds you desperately try to muffle as your body cries for more.

You feel a odd tightness in your stomach and try to push Alastor away in a panic but all he does is dig in deeper, refusing every poor attempt at removing his mouth that he might as well be glued on.

"Al! S-something is happening- please!"

You beg in vain while your walls clamp around his slender fingers, your need getting hotter and hotter. You feel your mind fly away as all you can focus on is Alastor and the attention that he lavished on you, nothing else matters.

"Good girl… just let go."

He groans into your flesh as his fingers start jamming into your sloppy hole, needing to see you come undone for him. You feel your eyes water as every sensation becomes too much.

Your toes curl before you cry out his name with a sob, accidentally squishing him in between your tensed up thighs. You pant out as tears slide down your cheeks, feeling utterly boneless.

"...guess it worked."

You try to joke breathlessly before turning your face up to look at the spinning ceiling. Alastor pulls his fingers out of you, which earns a overstimulated whine from you, and shamelessly licks his digits clean.

"See? I just want the best for you, my dear, no matter what."

He replies as he stands and puts his hands by your sides, caging you in against his tall frame. He gives you a sweet kiss, not unlike the ones he'd share with you while hidden away from the other children on the playground. His hands caress your hips before kissing away your tears.

"Al?" "Yes, dear?" "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Alastor hums at your question as he squints his eyes, tapping a long finger against the wood of the porch. You watch the fireflies buzz around the night sky, all of them on their own little journey while glittering like stars ready to burnout. He snaps his fingers as the answer comes to mind.

"A radiohost! I would love to have my own radio show."

He answers with a bright smile like he can feel the fame already shining down on him. You smile as you try to imagine Alastor as a radio host, his voice is nice to listen to. You turn your gaze up with a mischievous smile towards him, he had sprouted up like a bean pole recently so now he towers over you and your mother.

"Good morning new Orleans! This is your host, Al-" "I do not sound like that!" "Yes you do!"

You let out a cackle as Alastor shoves your shoulder playfully before rolling his eyes at your childish behavior. He watches the way your nose wrinkles while giggling at your own mockery of him, always such a menace he thinks. Your laughter soon quiets down, letting the night air buzz its song once again.

"What about you?"

He breaks the silence and turns to you with a curious glint in his dark pools, imploring you to answer. You consider what you want to be but you know what your heart is settled on.

"A singer," you return before deciding to add on, "I want all of Louisiana to know who I am one day."

A little part inside of you cries out that it won't happen but you try your best to discard the thought. You glimpse over to Alastor and catch him staring rather intensely at the way the sweat glides down your skin, seeming almost transfixed on the sight. His eyes snap back to yours once he realizes that he's been caught, orbs gazing into yours like he's trying to plead his innocence.

"You have always been a begger for attention, huh?"

Alastor teases back with a pinch to your nose, snickering devilishly as you smack the offending hand away. You face away from him to hide your smile, can't have him thinking he's funny or else his head will get even bigger. You purse your lips together before giving him a vulnerable look.

"Al?" "Yes, dear?" "Would… Would you come to my concerts? If I have any?"

The question feels silly once its out but your heart yearns for his approval as you lean your head on his shoulder, a plea for comfort under the starry night. You can feel the warm hearty chuckle vibrate through Alastor's chest as you feel his hand pet your hair with a gentleness reserved for you.

"Of course I'd go, my dear, I'd be your first ticket sale."

He reassures with a gentle tone as he rests his hand on your hip. You hide your face in his shoulder but he can feel your shy smile, you melt down into a nice pliable goo at his praise.

"Thanks Al, I'd wake up early to catch your radio show."

You retort back, you miss the way Alastor shivers at the heat of your breath against his skin. His fingers find your chin and tilts your head to face him, a warm smile spread across his face. 

"I'd expect nothing else, my little song bird."

He responds before kissing your forehead tenderly. You let the silence whisper its song before the call of your bed compels you and makes you let out a yawn.

Alastor simply hums at your tired display before getting a hilarious idea, well hilarious to him at least. Suddenly you feel him maneuver you onto his lap.

"Al? What are you doing-"

You question him before he lifts you up casually, making you squeal in shock as you kick your legs in a feeble attempt to escape. Alastor lets out a delightful belly laugh at your reaction, causing you to pout and shield your face in his chest out of embarrassment.

"Oh don't get shy now! You're lucky ma sleeps like the dead or she'd come out here like a bat out of hell!"

He jokes in between barely hidden chuckles, pleased with himself. You stay quiet as he carries you to his room. You feel the allure of rest claim you as the safety of his arms secures you.

You barely muster out a goodnight as he lays you down onto his familiar bed. The last thing you see before running off to dreamland is Alastor, grinning down at you with the same warm smile.

Thunder and lightning flash and clap throughout the starry night sky as you shiver in bed with a blanket wrapped around you tight. You've never liked storms, your mother loved retelling the story of your first storm when you were just a small bab and how you would scream your little heart out until Alastor wrapped his arms around you to soothe his distressed sibling.

Alastor was always so kind like that, like he already knew how cruel the world was  and he wanted to shield you from it.

Of course the day after you choose to put your foot down about sleeping in your own room, mother nature decided to show her fury and now you're stuck shivering like an fawn. A particularly loud clap of lightening strikes and you finally decide to give in to the urge to run to Alastor. You creep out of bed before you slowly open his door with hesitation, scolding yourself for giving in so soon, but you find it empty... Where?-

The backdoor opens with a soft squeak.

Quiet footsteps ring out against the floor, the wood complaining with every step like a old man past his prime. You quickly look over your shoulder and spot him, Alastor, drenched from the rain battering against the windows.

"Al? What were you doing ou-"

You whisper before freezing once you catch the look in his eyes, suddenly feeling an ice cold chill shoot up your spine. You've never seen his eyes so intense, pupils so dilated that they make his honey brown eyes look almost entirely black.

Creak

The floor protests as Alastor steps towards me, never-ending smile still stretched wide across his cheeks. A part of your brain screams at you to move, do anything, but you remain frozen in place like a deer who's spotted its hunter. Alastor tilts his head slowly, as if he's studying your face, before speaking.

"I was simply covering the peonies for Ma, you know they can't handle this weather." Another creak echoes as he gets closer, your chests are so close to touching that a strong gust of wind would press you two together. "Besides, what are you doing up so late?"

Alastor questions back with a raise of his eyebrow as he adjusts his glasses, careful not to be too loud to avoid waking your sleeping mother. You feel the tension release from your shoulders before a loud crack of lightning booms which causes you to nearly fly out of your own skin. You hear a barely contained chuckle and you snap your head to glare at him which only make him laugh more.

"Don't tell me you're still frightened by some bad weather, ma biche!"

Alastor teases with a devilish grin, making you roll your eyes and pout up at the taller man.You feel moronic for being so frightened by him moments ago, he's your big brother for heaven's sake! He'd never hurt you.

"S-Shut up! I was just..." You try to come up with some sort of excuse but come up with nothing, Al would've known you were lying anyway. You let out a small sigh before deciding to just be honest, your eyes staring at the floor with embarrassment clear on your face. "Look Al, I know I said-"

"Shh it is alright, my dear, you were simply misguided! it happens to the best of us."

He interrupts with a slight smugness to his tone, like he already knew this would happen from the very beginning. His hand cups your face and he slowly makes you stare into his eyes, the familiar warmth greeting your vision instead of that wild coldness.

Alastor rubs his thumb against your cheek, feeling the softness of your skin as his mind wanders. He removes his hand before guiding you inside his room, his hand finding its place on your lower back to rub it as he nudges the door closed behind you with his foot. His gaze follows your form as you sit down on his neatly made bed before beginning to remove his wet and muddy clothes, making you snap your head away from from him.

Creak

Complains the wooden floor once again as Alastor steps upon it and you realize that you can see him in the mirror now, it feels almost… calculated but he wouldn't do that obviously. You find yourself unable to resist the urge to watch as he removes his shirt, admiring the view of his developing back muscles and the trail of dark hair leading into his pants. The click of his belt being undone snaps you out of your trance and you hurriedly close your eyes tight, feeling ashamed for creeping on your own brother like that- 

"Feeling shy, dear? It's nothing you haven't seen before." Alastor teases lowly as he dries himself off with a towel, scrunching his curls to hopefully not drench his pillow in rainwater later. "We've bathed together, remember?" 

He recalls with a odd fondness in his tone as he puts on his red pajamas, leaving his shirt unbuttoned. You swallow a nervous lump down your throat, the room suddenly feeling thick with tension as you slowly open your eyes to look up at him. "We were kids then, Al, Pa said-"

"Do not listen to whatever drab that poor excuse of a man is feeding you! Is he why you wanted your own room all of the sudden?" 

Alastor snaps back quickly as you shrink down a bit, making him sigh softly. The bed dips as his arms cage you in, his face is so close that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin. Your heart races in your chest as you feel his hand slide up from your lower back to your neck, feeling smug at the feeling of your quick pulse under his slender fingertips.

"Nothing between us has to change, you know that, right?" 

He whispers in your ear as his hand strokes up and down your neck, causing your spine to shiver with energy. The hairs on the back of your neck raise as you stare into his eyes, feeling the room disappear around you two. You try hopelessly to come up with words to say but your mind draws a blank as you struggle not to squirm on the bed.  

You give him a shaky nod which rewards you with a mirthful expression from him. "Good, good, no use worrying about what Pa thinks of us." 

Alastor reassures with softness in his voice that greets your ears like a old friend. You see him slowly inching closer to your face, his eyes staying locked on yours. You expect a typical kiss to your temple but he presses his lips against yours instead. You and Alastor have shared kisses before, little chaste pecks here and there, but he seems to linger on this one for a prolonged moment. 

Your mind races with questions at first but slowly you realize that this feels nice and if it feels good then… it can't be as bad as your father said. You clench at the sheets of his bed as he pulls away from your lips, licking his own lips to savor the taste. his thumb traces your bottom lip as he watches you through his dark eyelashes.