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Alright so I saw an art post on Twitter about a human!Charlastor AU. Alastor and Charlie meet and develop feelings for each other or they fall in love (I think). Anyways it doesn’t last long bc Charlie ends up dying- murder probably.

So, my idea is that sorta like this. Charlie ends up finding a way to the human world/ is granted access by the gatekeeper (the owl dude from Helluva Boss). She spends some time there and meets Alastor a week later- they crash into each other. They keep meeting coincidentally and quickly become friends. Charlie tells Alastor she’s new around here, so he show her around town and the sights. He tells her he’s one of the town’s radio hosts which makes Charlie laugh. “So, that’s why your voice sounded so familiar!”

Alastor laughs too, just as a bunch of people come running down the street. “I’m also pretty famous.” And they book it.

More time passes and Alastor is just even more SMITTEN with Charlie but she has to go back to Hell soon- royal duties and whatnot. She tells Alastor, who’s sad to see her go. He grabs her arm gently. “Can’t you stay a bit longer?”

“No.” She leaves. What sucks is that she’s gotten too attached to the human world and Alastor so she comes up with a plan- to die so Alastor can move on and forget her- to return to Hell.

So Charlie gets murdered. Its raining when Alastor finds the body. Before he calls the police he notices something on the ground and picks it up. It’s the killer’s signature . He calls the police, an investigation happens, the case goes cold quickly. Turns out the murderer was part of some gang/mafia and has the police in their pocket. 

To avenge Charlie Alastor sets down a war path and starts to learn how to do voodoo and shit. He goes after the gang/mafia and annihilates them, including the corrupt police. (He ends up with a reputation in Hell bc of how many demons he’s made deals with and with the amount of ppl he’s killed/ through his killing method.) And as he kills them one by one he puts flowers or something over Charlie’s grave. Pretty soon the tomb is overflowing- there’s a whole bouquet or something. Alastor’s satisfied. For the time being.

Years pass and Alastor starts to get this… itch. He trie so many things to squelch it but it doesn’t go away. That is, until he accidentally kills someone.

The itch comes and goes, Alastor kills here and there. He buries the bodies in the woods that surround his house. Eventually the itch is unquenchable- he turns into a serial killer. (Turns out he likes killing. A lot.)

So one evening/night as he’s burying a body in the forest with a deer costume to blend in, he hears footsteps near him. He gets up, crawling through the forest ground and sees a hunter- with a gun right at him. He bolts. He hears the hunter whistle and dogs barking. He almost home- and then he trips, tumbling into a ravine or she shit. The dogs descend. Alastor’s still alive- weakly struggling- as the hunter comes up. He notices Alastor is human, apologizes, and puts him out of his misery with a gunshot to the head.

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Alastor’s in Hell now and he has a lot of power bc of all that voodoo he did and ppl he killed. Turns out the more ppl you kill the more powerful you are.

Pidge didn’t hate parties, but she didn’t love them either.  They were loud and she was often forced to take part in small talk when she rather be working on her computer.  However, she understood why she had to attend this one.

The Silmarions were grateful Voltron freed them from the Galra and hosting them a party was a small way they could thank them.  It would be rude if she didn’t come along, but didn’t change the fact she rather be back at the castle working on her latest upgrades to the Green Lion.

She watched Lance and Hunk join in the dancing from her perch against the wall.  The music was catchy and Pidge did admit she found herself tapping to it.  Working on her computer would be better though.

“Hey,” Shiro greeted as he joined her.  “Having fun?”

Pidge shrugged.  “It’s a bit loud, but it could be worse.”

Shiro gave a smile as he pointed over his shoulder.  “Yeah, that’s how Keith’s feeling too.”

“Not surprised,” Pidge said as she looked for the Red Paladin.  “Where is he?”

“Keeping Allura company while she spoke with the leaders,” Shiro said as he crossed his arms.  “And I wanted to check in how you guys were doing.”

Pidge pointed ahead.  “Well, Lance and Hunk are dancing and I’m just trying my best to wait this party out.”

Shiro gave a small smile.  “Might go faster if you join in?”

Pidge scoffed.  “No way, not with my two left feet.”

Shiro laughed.  “Aw, you can’t be any worse than me.”

my taste in music is really broad so these are just ones from my recently played list...

Barns Courtney - Glitter & Gold | Zac Efron & Zendaya - Rewrite the Stars | Keala Settle & The Greatest Showman Ensemble - This Is Me | Brian Stokes Mitchell - Through Heaven’s Eyes | Josh Turner - Why Don’t We Just Dance | Hugh Jackman, Keala Settle, Zac Efron, Zendaya & The Greatest Showman Ensemble - The Greatest Show | Zara Larsson - Ain’t My Fault | DNCE - Kissing Strangers (feat. Nicki Minaj) | Jordan Fisher - You’re Welcome (feat. Lin-Manuel Miranda) | YADi - Guillotine

shoutout to @strugglingtoast for helping me fix some things! thanks so much boo! love you!

if there are any tags I need or whatever please feel free to comment. Thank you very much!

CHANGING WATER

Her ears perked up at the sound of wheels rolling on the ground. The creaks and squeaks of a scooter can be heard ever so often.

He’s home! She thinks as she gets up from her soft patch of grass. She yawns and stretches before bolting in the direction of the creaks. Her paws hit the asphalt, pitter-pattering on the warm black ground. As she runs in front of her human, she hears him shout a greeting and speed up after her.

She races to the house, the ground changing from asphalt to grass to concrete in a couple of bounds. She slows, walking through the white wooden gate and towards her bowl of water. She laps at the clear, cool, shimmering water, waiting.

The gate squeaks open and the scooter clangs to the floor. She goes to him, tail swishing behind her.

“Hey, niña!” Her human calls, shoes thumping on the ground. She rubs herself against his legs. His shoes squeak as he crouches down to pet her, scratching between her ears. She purrs in content, a smile forming on her mouth.

“¿Cómo has estado? ¿Bien?” He asked her, voice soft and deep, a smile in his words. His fingers move to her chin. She purrs even louder. Her human laughs, a rich warm sound.

He stops scratching, much to her annoyance.

“Come on.” He stands, making his way up the creaky stairs, hand in his pocket. The jingling of keys catches her attention and she rushes up the stairs, entering the warm, slightly dark, house.

Her human laughs. “Ladies first, then.”

Life with her human is nice. Complacent- mundane, even, but much better than her previous home. There were no screaming owners. No broken plates, no beer bottles, no cigarette butts scattered on floor. No measly scraps of food and dirty tasting water.

Here, it was quiet with an occasional party here and there. She usually wandered around the neighborhood when these events happened. She didn’t like most of those people anyway and the music-- ugh! But she always came back later, when the crowd thinned out, to check up on her human. She liked those that stayed late and even let them have the honor of petting her and -- sometimes -- picking her up. Can’t let them have the wrong idea. She and her human were a team, a duo, each other’s pillar of support in this roller coaster named Life.

The only things littering the wooden floors were dust. For a human, he sure was a neat freak-- she approved of this greatly and often wondered if he was a cat in his past life.

Clothes. (So. Many. Clothes!) They also cluttered the floor-- and sometimes those weren’t even his! For all his moping and whining of being “single forever,” her human sure knew how to get around. Of course, it helped that he had more options than most people. (Suck it, Karen. You better get ready to catch these claws.)

And the food here! Well, let's just say she wasn't ever gonna leave him if he continued to buy those treats she loved so much. He treated her like a Queen. She just hoped she’d be able to return the favor and make him as happy as he made her.

Her bowl has flecks of dirt. Strange but not uncommon. Still clean enough to drink from. So she did.

The floor was getting dirty. Remnants of the party still lingered- streamers strewn across the floor, cups with a strong smelling liquid spilled across the wooden table. She marched towards her human’s room, getting in through the small sliver left open. It was a mess and dark, the window blinds closed tight. Clothes were scattered everywhere around his carpeted floor and some hung on his chair by his desk. Her human laid on the bed, inside a cocoon of blankets. She jumped up, and curled up on his pillow.

We’re in this together. She thinks as she falls asleep.

The water was clear and clean. Her human was smiling but… It didn’t reach his eyes. She just shrugged it off as him being tired. He’d been staying up late, working on papers and projects. Crumpled papers and tissues filled the trash can.

Something was off.

Why is he sitting on the ground?

He wasn't even looking at anything, eyes distant and glazed over. He looked… lost, broken. She padded over to him, slowly. She bumped his knee with her head softly. No response. She put her paw on his leg, a gesture of support. She woke up a couple hours later to him stroking her fur.

“¿Estás bien?” She meowed, ears flicking in concern.

Her human gave her a watery smile, voice thick. “I’m okay. I’m here. Estoy bien.”

She wasn’t so sure but didn’t say anything, and instead went back to sleep.

The water kept changing. Sometimes it had flecks of dirt in it, other times it had pieces of her food or bugs or in it, a few times some weird shiny film. She learned to fear the film. Her human would do stupid things when it showed. (She didn’t even want to think about what could've happened if she’d let her human put his head through that hanging loop.)

“Hey, niña!” Her human calls. She turns and runs to him, happy and excited.

Regresó! Regresó! She thinks as he picks her up. She licks his face, purring like crazy. Her human lets out a laugh, and it's rich and deep and so full of life!

“I missed you too, niña!” he chuckles, in between licks.

He pressed their foreheads together, a tender smile on his face. “Gracias,” he murmured, “for staying by my side todo este tiempo.” His voice cracks. “You saved my life.”

So out of the blue one day, Pidge ends up being mean to Shiro. Everyone just brushes it off at first. Oh she’s just cranky, they assume. But things start to spiral from there. Like she’s constanty critiquing everything he does, taunting him, goading him. It gets to a point where they almost end up fighting each other. From then on they can’t even be in the same room together.

Shiro (all through this) begins to doubt himself little by little, questioning himself and his orders. And it starts affecting the team and, in turn, Voltron.

But Pidge goes off. She starts to target his weaknesses and insecurities. Saying how he’s too weak and broken to lead. How he can’t save anyone- he couldn’t even save her brother and father.

And Shiro just. Shuts down.

Hunk is the last to snap. He gets so angry that he ends up slapping Pidge in front of everyone, and they’re just like WOAH.

They eventually figure out wht’s wrong with her but the damage has been done.

Makes for great angst huh? :)

We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!