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bella-goths-wife · 1 day

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I feel like we should have an actor au for the pet series where like the vees actors comfort the actor (who is the reader) after really distressing scenes I just like imagine vals actor being so sweet after the scene where val locked pet in a room with him to make her panic idk just a thought I would love to see because even though I luv the story line it always kills me when there is no comfort after things that happen even though sometimes they do comfort her it just makes me feel so icky and I feel like having an actor au will help people like me so that we can still enjoy it, with the reminder in the back of our heads that it is not real because even though its not real it still kinda feels real if you know what i mean because I get really immersed in x reader stories. I know this is a lot but just a suggestion no pressure I will still read and love it either way

I actually think this is a fun way to comfort the readers without straying from canon, I think I’ll probably do one for each of the characters each

Also they all have the same names as their characters :)

Vs pet actor au (Valentino version)

Warnings: val is worried, pet acts panicked, crying, non canon events,

“Come here princesa” val coos in his characters voice to your character as you act out a fake shiver of fear

You act out the scene of abuse with fake tears streaming down your face. The scene was one that you had been nervous about for weeks, having known that it was a disturbing scene to watch and film.

In the scene, vals character had locked your character in a room with him to imply that he would possibly assault her like he had done to angels character to cause her to panic and breakdown.

You and val had gone over lines together in your trailer and lamented about how it would be a rough filming day for the two of you, considering you had the punishment scene to film just after.

But you put on a brave face as you acted out your scene with minimal distraction. You followed the script and your weeping character sat beside Val on the soft couch as the camera did a close up on your face to ensure they captured the panic in your eyes and the quiver in your bitten lips.

as it came time for val’s character Valentino to touch your thigh in a menacing implication, he did so and you felt a shiver uncomfortably run through you.

You suddenly became hyper aware of the people behind the cameras who had their eyes peeled on you, and how the pink lighting shined so brightly on you.

As your cue came to jump into val’s arms, you froze completely with your face lowered to your thigh and tears running down your cheeks.

“Cut” the director called out and it broke you out your frozen daydream

“Everything okay kid?” Val whispers with a concerned look as he removes his hand from your thigh

“I don’t think I can do it” you whisper back through tears as you face your back to the cameras

“Everything okay up there guys?” The director called out with a concerned expression

Val uses his wings to hide your face and tucked you against his chest before he answered, making sure to spare you any embarrassment.

“We’re gonna need a 15 minute break” val called back politely “private please”

The director nodded with an understanding look before calling most of the set to go on a break away from the filming Scene.

Val turned to you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay kid?” Val asks with a worried look as he pulls you away from his chest to observe your expression

“Yeah” you say with a shaky inhale as you wipe your tearful eyes with your palm “it all got a bit much for me”

“I get it kid, it’s a hard scene to film for everyone” val says with a nod and a soothing tone “that’s why I tried to put it off for as long as possible”

“I’m just not used to doing scenes like this guess” you say with a sigh “I had the same problem with Vox during our panic scene, I think it just gets too much for me”

“Your playing a very difficult role honey, it’s understandable that you’ll get a bit freaked out during your scenes” val says gently

“I can’t believe I made them stop shooting, I bet they’re all so mad at me now” you say with an embarrassed groan “I should have just continued”

“Hey, hey, no one is mad at you” val says with a reassuring tone “your having to put yourself in very disturbing scenarios, you have every right to stop filming when you feel uncomfortable and anyone who tells you otherwise hasn’t got a clue about how much work these scenes take”

You nod with a frown, still embarrassed about your freak out, Val notices and wraps his arm around your shoulder

“How about we go get some water and then go talk to the intimacy coordinator about how we can make it feel less overwhelming” val suggests with a smile “or we can try and ask if we could use your body double for the scenes where my hand is physically touching you”

“Yeah” you say with a small nod and a smile “let’s go talk to the intimacy coordinator please”

“Of course sweetheart” val says with a gentle smile as he wraps his hand and wing around your shoulders and begins to guide you to the door.

You managed to work out a way to make the scene to work after a few different attempts and you captured your best shots before retreating to your trailer with Val in tow as you both celebrated a successful scene by eating food while you had your wigs, makeup and costumes removed.

After that day, Val made it a point to always be present during your harder scenes and was always checking in on you during the breaks between takes. He also made sure to update the intimacy coordination on your preferences so they could be added to your filming contract.

You were the youngest of the actors he was working with, and he wanted to make sure you were completely protected while on set.

Should I do more?

Sorry it’s so short 😭

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bella-goths-wife · 2 days

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Jealousy at play

James x lost boys daughter, romantic Dimitri x lost boys daughter, father lost boys x daughter reader

Content: a vampiric patron of Dimitri’s bar gets too close to his newest bartender

Warnings: mentions of blood, obsessive behaviour, jealousy, threats of violence

“I still don’t understand why you had to walk me there” you comment with a roll of your eyes as you and Dimitri make your way to his bar, with him lingering slightly behind you to make sure to protect you from any threats from behind

“Because, little bird” Dimitri responds with a playful huff of air “I promised your grandfather that I’d make sure you’d be safe, and a pretty young girl walking alone in the dark on her way to work is definitely not safe”

“I’m not completely helpless y’know” you quip back with a sigh

“I don’t doubt it birdy” he replied with a chuckle “but your sarcastic comments won’t last very long against a supernatural being”

You don’t respond and just glare at his teasing smirk as your arms wrap around yourself to block out the crisp air that you were unfamiliar with after spending your entire life in the humid caves of Santa Carla.

“Cold?” Dimitri asked with an eyebrow piqued in interest

“No” you lie but the wind hits you in that moment and you let out a small shiver

“So you must be shivering from my pure charm then” Dimitri comments with a teasing tone

“I’m just not used to the cold” you say defensively “I’ll get used to it”

“Not before freezing to death you won’t” Dimitri comments with a teasing smile

Before you can make some kind of insulting quip back at him, you feel engulfed by warmth as he puts his suit jacket over your shoulders and lets it cover you

“You can’t-“ your about to protest but Dimitri cuts you off

“What?” He says with a shrug “I’m undead, what’s the cold gonna do to me?”

You just roll your eyes and continue to walk, but you can’t help the small smile that finds your lips.

You absent mindedly play with the necklace around your neck to calm your nervous energy, inadvertently pulling your shirt away from your collar bone slightly and showing a small tattoo off to Dimitri. It was a small bat that laid at the bottom of your collar bone.

“When did you get that done?” Dimitri asks and when you look at him with a confused face, he uses his eyes to motion to your tattoo

“Oh” you say as you subconsciously bring your fingertips to the tattoo and a memory of James holding your hand while you were tattooed forced it’s way into your mind “I got it done when I was fifteen, my ex boyfriends friends owned a tattoo shop and I’d always wanted to get one”

“Bet your dads loved that” Dimitri comments with a small smirk at the thought “what did they do when they found out?”

“Nothing” you answer with a small chuckle “my boyfriend taught me how to care for it and gave me tips on how to keep it hidden, so they never found out”

“And what happened to this boyfriend?” Dimitri asks with a teasing tone before the realisation hits him and his expression morphes into concern that he’s offended you “shit, he’s not dead is he?”

“No he’s not dead” you say in a reassuring tone before letting out a deep sigh and thinking on your next words “we just didn’t work out I guess”

“Did he break your heart?” Dimitri asks intrusively but you don’t seem to care as you nod “did he hurt you?”

“Not physically, he’d never do that” you say with a soft shake of your head “he just tried to keep me in a bad situation and I couldn’t stay just for him, same thing happened with my ex girlfriend, they both just tried to stop me from going into the real work and wanted to keep me in Santa Carla forever”

“Ex boyfriend and ex girlfriend” Dimitri says as he lets out a small whistle, trying to ease the mood as he ruffles your hair playfully “you little player”

“Shut up” you say as your roll your eyes and laugh before beginning to fix your now messed up hair

Dimitri took a moment to just admire you and how you practically glowed under the streetlights of the city and how your laugh sounded like a symphony of angels. You practically looked ethereal under the light of the moon when you smiled.

“We’re here” you point out to a distracted Dimitri as you reach the door of his bar and you wait for him to use his keys to open it up

Dimitri admires you for a few more moments in silence before using his keys to open the door.

“Want me to teach you how to make a Bloody Mary with actual blood?” He asks with a smirk and you just smile and nod in return

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You cringed as you poured the thick substance of blood into a glass for a patron while Dimitri watched on from his seat at the bar with an admiring smile.

You had been working at the bar for a few weeks now and in all honesty, Dimitri had no complaints. You were capable of doing the job with minimal fuss and the smell of your blood attracted vampires from all over the place to come in and have a drink, the fact he got to spend time with you was also a bonus.

But then something made Dimitri frown and his eyes narrow. He watched as a clearly newly turned vampire said something with a suggestive smile and then he only felt his annoyance deepen when he noticed that the comment had made you laugh.

He watched as the vampires eyes looked at you with lust clouded over them, from either your enchanting body or your enchanting blood.

Dimitri called you over once he noticed the vampire beginning to speak again, and you walked over to the other end of the bar to where he had positioned himself.

“You’re running low on type B” Dimitri comments as he gets up and goes behind the bar “why don’t you go get some more from the back and I’ll keep serving our customer?”

You nod as you make your way behind the bar and into the back to where you could reach the cellar. As you do this this, Dimitri turns to the vampiric customer and notices his eyes raking over your figure as you walk away.

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” Dimitri comments with what looks like a friendly smirk as he grabs a bottle and refills the man’s drink

“I’ll say” the man says with a crude smile “where did you get one like that?”

“I like to pick up strays, especially pretty ones” Dimitri answers with a smirk “and the smell of her blood, well it’s nothing short of delicious”

“That’s one word for it” the man responds with a laugh “been thinking about talking a bite out of her since I got here”

“That so?” Dimitri asks with a forced smile

“Yeah man, I’d do anything to take a bite out of her” the man says with a crude expression “either her neck or her ass”

“Well, there’s something you’ve got to remember” Dimitri says with a forced laugh

“What’s that?” The man asks curiously

“She’s claimed” Dimitri states as his smile drops and his expression darkens with a protective feeling clouding his chest “so I suggest you pay your tab and leave, unless of course you want me to jump over this bar and rip your throat out with my bare fangs”

The man gulps before nodding and slapping some money on the bar, he then picks his stuff up before taking off practically running out the door.

You returned seconds later as you refilled the empty bottles and looked around.

“Where’d he go?” You ask confused as you look at the empty seat

“Who knows” Dimitri says with a shrug before smirking “maybe he got intimidated by my good lucks and decided to leave”

You roll your eyes but you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face. Dimitri notices and is reminded of maxs warnings to not become romantic with you and considers them for a brief moment before smirking and watching you laugh at his jokes

Too late max, too late

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Meanwhile with your fathers……

“No way” Paul exclaims at David’s suggestion as he rises from his seat in his position in the circular meeting “we are not turning our daughters ex fling into one of us”

“I wasn’t a fling” James responds with a a defensive tone

“You might as well have been” faith comments passive aggressively before sitting closer to marko when James eyes glare at her

“Why are you still here again?” James asks aggressively

“Enough” David commands with a tired tone “we wouldn’t be turning him for us, we’d be turning him to find our daughter”

“And how would he do that David?” Dwayne asks with a roll of his eyes “we’ve been looking for months, how is tasking a teenager with the same thing we’ve been doing over and over again going to change anything?”

“Because I know her” James exclaims defensively “I’ll be able to find her, and it’ll be a whole lot easier if I have the abilities that come with being a vampire”

“I know her too, I could find her if I was given the chance” faith interjects and marko gives her a nod before James spins round to face her with a sneer

“But you won’t turn, will you?” James asks with a mocking tone “it goes against your little religion”

“Shut up James” faith hisses back with a glare

“It’s because your a coward-“ James hisses back but is interrupted

“Enough you two, always arguing like children” Dwayne yells with an annoyed expression

“It’s decided” David says firmly “I’m turning him and he will get us our daughter back”

“But you can’t-“ Paul goes to protest but marko interrupts

“I think it’s a good idea” he states calmly “I don’t like the kid but he’d make a pretty decent tracker as a vampire, and it’s not like we have any more options”

Dwayne goes to protest but just sighs before nodding, admitting to the truth in his statement.

“I’ll turn you tomorrow night” David says firmly to James “it’s not an easy process, so prepare yourself”

David goes to get up but faith stops him

“Wait” she exclaims desperately “I want to be turned too”

“What for?” David questions with a raised brow

“To get her back” faith states firmly “I can’t live without her, I promise to be useful I just want to help her”

“Doesn’t that go against your precious god?” James asks mockingly and faith sends him a glare

“She’s worth more than god, I’d do anything for her” faith states firmly before her expression turns desperate and she turns to David “please David, please turn me too”

David eyes faith for a few moments before sighing

“I’ll do it” he states with an annoyed glare “but only because you tried to make her stay, you’d be dead if it wasn’t for the fact that you helped us”

Faith nods and David storms out of the room with a face like thunder after having to deal with all these childish antics.

The only thing that brings him comfort is the fact that he’s one step closer to getting you back.

He’ll get his precious daughter back to him soon, undead or alive

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bella-goths-wife · 3 days

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Now my life is sweet like cinnamon

Lost boys x daughter reader, platonic Michael x reader

Content: Michael and reader run into a close call with some LA vampires

“Wake up” the sound of Michaels grumbles wakes you from your slumber suddenly

“What do you want?” You groan as you move away from his side of the bed

It had become usual for you to sleep in the same bed now. You liked to say it was because there was only one bed and the couch gave you back ache, but you both knew it was because of your fathers plaguing you sleep with threatening dreams. Sleeping in the same bed as Michael offered you enough comfort when you woke up that the dreams felt less terrifying.

“We need to fix you sleep schedule” Michael announces he shoves you awake “your too used to sleeping during the day, if you want to be a regular human you need to start sleeping at night instead”

“But I’m tired” you groan as you try to cover your face with the sheets

“Not my problem” Michael says with a slight smirk in his tone, he enjoyed teasing you, it reminded him of sam “get up”

Michael grabs the sheets and pulls them off you roughly, accidentally pulling you out of the bed and leaving you to fall on the ground. You yelp as your body makes contact with the hard floor. Michael laughs heavily as you shoot him a glare.

“Go shower, you stink” Michael says, still chuckling

“I pity your future girlfriend” you state as you glare at him before making your way to the bathroom

“What did James see in you, unwashed hair and unlimited attitude?” Michael calls back with a chuckle

You stick your middle finger up at him before entering the bathroom and turning on the shower and getting in.

You thought that living with Michael would be awkward, but he made you feel comfortable. It felt nice having a friend, back at Santa Carla you only really talked to romantic partners or your fathers so you never really had a fully platonic relationship.

After your shower, Michael decided it was time the two of you explored the city a bit, so you did. The two of you wandered around the city and went into many different bars and stores.

While looking around, you decided to apply for jobs in bars, clubs and restaurants. You couldn’t stay with Michael forever and while you didn’t like the loud atmospheres of the bars or clubs, you couldn’t hide away in bookstores forever.

Michael decided to apply as well but for more physical jobs such as mechanic. He had always known his way around cars and bikes so he thought he better put those skills to use since he couldn’t exactly ask his mother for more money.

As the two of you walk, Michael can’t help but stare at you. You had gone through so much, well Michael assumed you had because of all the nights he held you in a comforting hug to try and soothe you back to sleep.

He wonders how your fathers could hurt you, their child. You may not be biologically theirs but Michael couldn’t help but wonder why someone could look you in the eyes and lie to you.

It scared Michael how attached you became to him, you didn’t admit it but you clung to him like he was your last hope and he probably was. He couldn’t help himself getting attached to you, getting protective over you. You were like his little sister and he couldn’t stand to see you hurt anymore.

So Michael grew attached to you in the same way you grew attached to him. And that scared him more than anything.

“It’s getting dark” you point out as you break Michael from his thoughts “should we head back?”

“We can go to one more bar” Michael says with a small smile “it’s not that late”

“Okay” you nod as you spot a small hideaway bar and you point it out “how about that one?”

“The creepy goth one?” Michael asks with a raised brow “did your dad never teach you to avoid creepy places?”

“They were vampire’s Michael, I lived in a cave” you say deadpan “they taught me to never disobey or I’d be put in a small cave with no food”

“Okay, point taken” Michael says with a huff as he raised his hands in mock surrender “lead the way”

You roll your eyes as you enter the small bar. It had a dark interior with splashes of dark red on the walls and the couches. The patrons all talk quietly amongst themselves with only a few of them looking up at the two of you, exchanging sly smirks amongst themselves.

Something felt familiar with them, something felt eerily familiar. Michael doesn’t get the same feeling as he pulls your hand to sit the two of you down at the bar. The bartender eyes him up expectingly, almost as if he was observing him.

“What can I get you?” He ask with a raised brow

“Whiskey for me please” Michael says as he gets his cash out

“And for the girl?” The bartender asks, ignoring your presence

“Just a coke please” you say with a forced smile, the bartender chuckles as he goes to make your drinks

You and Michael exchange looks as you feel yourself grow uncomfortable, as if you were being examined. You tried to make polite conversation with Michael until a man say beside you at the bar

“You smell familiar” the stranger remarks and you turn to look at him. He had long dark hair with piercing green eyes that seemed to linger on you longer than you’d like

“Excuse me?” You ask with a confused look

“Where are you from girl?” The stranger asks, a European accent bleeding through his words

“Nowhere” you reply as you subtly reach for Michaels hand as a sign that you should be leaving, he’s distracted while paying for your drinks and doesn’t get the hint

“My dear, I’ve been alive many years” the man laughs almost condescendingly “and I’ve never met someone from no where, and I find it hard to believe you’d be an exception”

“Theres a first time for everything” you say neutrally as you notice the other bar patrons begin standing up, your heart beats faster in panic

“Do my friends make you nervous?” The man asks as he stands from his seat and stands behind you and Michael “don’t be afraid little bird, we won’t hurt you”

You feel fear prickle into your heart as you quickly grab Michaels hand to make a break for it. You drag him out his seat as the two of you run for the door but the stranger uses inhuman speed to block it. He laughs and his fangs shine in the lights of the bar.

“Don’t run, little bird” he coos as he comes closer and pushes Michael out the way who lands into the bartenders grip before he turns you around and holds him against you by your neck.

“You drink the girl now, and we’ll save the boy for the beer barrels” the bartender commands as Michael thrashes against his hold in an effort to reach you

“Good idea Reginald” the other vampire laughs as he grips you tighter and brings his mouth to your neck.

“Wait” you yell out as his fangs graze your flesh and an idea comes to your mind “he’s a familiar”

The rooms movement stops as the group of vampires think for a moment.

“Of really” the vampire that’s holding you says with a chuckle “and who does he belong to? I’m sure that they won’t miss him too much”

“Maxwell Lawrence” you answer with your grandfathers name “of Santa Carla”

The room freezes at the mention of your grandfathers name and the patrons of the bar exchange worried looks before the bartender quickly lets Michael go

“Thee Maxwell Lawrence?” The bartender asks with a fearful gulp

“Yes” you answer quickly, taking advantage of your grandfathers influence “and you wouldn’t want to disrespect him by killing his human familiar?”

“Of course not” the bartender says with a forced smile as he pats Michaels shoulders awkwardly “you don’t have to mention this to him, do you?”

Michael looks at you in confusion for a moment before catching on and deciding to play along and shaking his head.

“And you?” The vampire who still had you in his hold spoke up “who are you to maxwell Lawrence, your too weak to be a familiar for a vampire of that pedigree”

“Dimitri” the bartender hisses fearfully while the vampire ignores him “this isn’t a fight you want to start”

You think for a moment before a phrase forced its way to the front of your mind, and your mouth spoke it before you could stop it.

“I’m his baby bat” you answer, your nervousness bleeding it’s way into your tone before you quickly cover it

“You smell human” the vampire says with a small chuckle “you can’t be his vampire offspring”

“Future baby bat” you correct, hoping you had gotten the term correct “he plans to change me after my trip, so I can experience everything human first”

“And why would he let out do that, vampires are naturally protective of the youngest or the pack” Dimitri says with a scoff

“Are you questioning his judgement?” You ask with a raised brow challengingly

“I’m questioning your entire character” dimitri states with a glare “I should rip your throat out, you liar”

“Try it” you say as you match his glare, controlling your heartbeat to remain steady “but are you sure you want to put your entire pack in danger of being killed because you killed a future offspring of Maxwell Lawrence?”

Dimitri glares at you a moment before his eyes land on the other patrons of the bar, his pack. His eyes look as if they’ve softened temporarily before turning harsh when he stares at you.

He scoffs before pushing you away and into the arms of Michael, who holds you behind him.

“Give our best to max” Dimitri says with a smirk before his face “and be careful little bird, the dark is filled with monsters that would find a creature like you irresistible”

You nod as you grab Michaels hand and you rush out the bar as fast as your legs can carry you.

The two of you run all the way back to your apartment before you lock the door quickly before leaning against it and letting out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck?” Michael whispers out as he tries to catch his breath “what the fucks a familiar?”

“A helper of a vampire who expects to be turned one day” you explain through breathlessness “a pet basically”

“Charming” Michael says with a sigh “did your dads ever have one?”

“They had girlfriends, who they eventually ate” you state “and I was practically a familiar the past few months, nothing more than a pet for them to entertain themselves with”

“Jesus” Michael says with a grimace “remind me to not talk to any vampires”

“They would eat you before you could talk to them” you state

“I’m going to bed” Michael sighs in defeat “but thanks for saving me”

“No problem” you say with a shrug “just be thankful my grandpa taught me some vampire talk”

You sigh and rub your temples gently as you think about the night, must everything you do turn into a life or death situation?

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Max sighs softly in frustration as he hears the quiet chime of the store’s entrance that signalled someone had entered.

He had been wracked with worry since his idiot son David had informed him of your disappearance, and he was furious too.

Those idiotic, selfish boys had caused maxs only family member that he loved to run away because of their own abusive and cruel actions.

He missed you dearly. He had tried using James as a distraction from his grief but the boy was only concerned with your well-being and his desperation only furthered maxs anxiety over your absence.

Max ran a hand through his hair before forcing a fake smile to be plastered on his face. He left the store room and made his way to the cash register but he froze when his enhanced scent picked up on something, another vampire.

“Dimitri Tyrell” max says as his eyes narrow and he moves closer “what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Maxwell Lawrence” Dimitri says with a smirk as his green eyes stare at max and it feels like they pierce his soul “I believe you misplaced something”

“Oh really?” Max says with an amused look “and what would that be?”

“Well last Friday gone I was sat in my bar, and you wouldn’t guess who walks in” Dimitri says as he hops up and sits on the counter, his black hair flowing around his shoulders as he does so “two humans, a boy who was around mid twenties, and a young girl”

“A girl?” Max says questioningly as he feels a spike of anxiety at the thought that it could be you

“Yes a girl” Dimitri chuckles out with a mockingly dramatic tone “you wouldn’t believe my surprise when she tells me that the boy was your familiar, and she was your future baby bat”

In a moment, max has Dimitri collar in his hands as he pulls him off the counter and holds him up by his shirt. Max’s eyes flash they’re vampiric colour as his fangs elongate and he hissed threateningly.

“What did you do?” Max hisses as he pulls Dimitri forcefully closer “did you hurt her?”

Dimitri let’s out an amused laugh as he grins with what looks like joy.

“So she wasn’t lying” he remarks with manic giggles “thee famous Maxwell Lawrence, the thousands of years old vampire who could take down a clan of vampires in moments, has gone soft”

“Tell me what you did to her right now or I’ll tear out your throat before I burn your bar down to the ground with your clan inside it” max yells as he bashes Dimitri against the wall

“Calm down old man, she’s alive” Dimitri says with a grin and max visibly relaxes “we let her go after she claimed that you had given her a period of time for her to experience the human world before turning, but I’m guessing she lied about that?”

Max dropped Dimitri and walks away with a sigh before reaching for a flask full of blood that he had stashed underneath boxes full of records.

“She ran away a few months ago from my son” max admits as he takes a swig of blood from the flask “I haven’t heard anything from her since”

“So she’s a grand baby bat” Dimitri says with a laugh “you must be worried huh?”

“Why are you here Dimitri” max hisses in frustration

“Relax old man, I’m just here to verify If she was telling the truth” Dimitri shrugs before smirking “she smelt quite delicious after all, she was pretty too”

Max hisses again but Dimitri just laughs. Max turns to look at him, waiting for him to continue with a threatening glare.

“Aren’t you going to ask me where she is?” Dimitri asks with a curious tone and a raised eyebrow

There is a moment of silence before max finally speaks

“Did she look happy?” Max asks quietly with subtle desperation in his tone

The question shocked Dimitri as his smug persona is dropped for a moment as his eyes widened and he looked at max with curiosity.

“Yes” Dimitri answers after a moment of quiet “she seemed happy before, y’know, we tried to drink her blood”

Max looks at the floor in contemplation as images of your younger self flashes before him. He missed your smile, he hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“That’s more than she ever was here” max says with a regretful sigh “keep an eye on her for me?”

“You aren’t going to get her back?” Dimitri asks curiously

“She would never forgive me” max admits, his softer side bleeding into his tone “I could never put her through it again”

Dimitri sighs before nodding, a newfound respect for max seemed to be present in his eyes as he gathers himself and turns away

“I’ll look after your little bird” Dimitri reassures as he begins to walk away “she’ll be safe under my watch”

“Thank you” max says with a sigh of relief as he watches Dimitri begin to leave “oh, and Dimitri?”

Dimitri hums in acknowledgement as he stops walking and waits for max to finish talking

“Don’t you dare even think about trying to romance her” max warns with a threatening glare “she has a boy waiting for her here”

“No promises” Dimitri says as he throws a cheeky smirk at max over his shoulder before turning into his bat form and leaving max standing alone

Max thinks about James for a moment as he stands alone in the store. James would never forgive him for allowing you to stay away from Santa Carla.

He can’t even imagine David’s reaction….

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bella-goths-wife · 3 days

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Cleaning up

Yandere! Husband! Alastor x Fallen Angel! Accidental Spouse! Reader

Part 1 --- Additional art

Maybe it was a bad idea to be married to this man. You thought as you saw other demons run away and cower from him, you would have also ran with them if only the person that everyone is so terrified of wasn't holding your arm hostage.

It would have been embarrassing getting dragged around by this tall deer if it wasn't the fact that you're also pissing yourself sacred. But the good thing is he actually believes that you are his ‘spouse’, so you don't think you'll be hurt…much. Besides, he’s such a gentleman that he gave you his coat to cover up your wings so that it wouldn't be exposed to any more harm.

After a while of trying not to trip, actually stumbling, and Alastor dragging you up again and again, you manage to notice the change of scenery, from tall depressing buildings to smaller, more quaint establishments. The demons that also frequent the streets changed from shark demons, to red imps, and finally to black eyed demons with sharp teeth.

Well, at least they look friendly.

“This place here is the cannibal town! We’ll be visiting a good friend of mine, I’m sure she’ll be able to clean you up in no time!” your ‘husband’ exclaimed.

I reclaim that statement.

The town is charming, and rather calming in contrast to that chaotic, overstimulating city you crashed landed in. Despite being in hell, there were flowers growing here, clearly being taken care of wonderfully by the citizens of this town. Vintage cars roam around the road and you see children playing in the parks you've passed through. It’s almost identical to what you see in heaven, but more demonic and nobody uses cars because well, everybody has wings. When you are reminded about the wings, yours twitches in response, rubbing against the deer’s coat. Because of that, feathers, still stained with blood, fall off. Alastor’s shadow tendril grabs it midair and pockets it into his trousers.

Finally, the radio demon abruptly stops, giving you enough time to stabilize yourself properly. With a wave of his hand he shows off to you a building named ‘Franklin and Rosie Emporium’, and you notice on the side there is a huge line of people waiting to enter. Whatever they sell here must be quite popular. Now that you think about it, it might be related to the ‘cannibalism’ part of the town.

Alastor must be important here because people moved away from him as he waltzed through the entrance and into the door. As soon as you both step in, an exclamation of his name catches both of you and your ‘husbands’ attention.

“Oh Alastor! It's always a delight when you come to visit the Emporium, how have you been? And oh! Who is this adorable birdie? Though they look absolutely filthy,” the demon steps into the view, a sweet looking lady with a polite smile who gingerly holds your hands.

“Rosie, meet mon cher, sent by the heavens to become my beloved spouse,” the radio demon lifts up your chin with his fingers, moving your head side to side as if to show you off to Rosie, “Also, would you be a dear and help them clean up? I expect my spouse to be absolutely pristine considering they're married to the greatest radio host of all time!”

“Well, I’ll be delighted to play dress-up with the sweet thing, maybe you can run to the tailors real quick and find them new clothes too.”

Agreeing to that, Alastor waves you goodbye and leaves, Rosie then ushers you to follow her while shouting at Franklin to man the store while she's out. You both emerge to a room above the shop, Rosie leading you to a spare bedroom with an en suite bathroom. It's quite homey, with mostly red as its main colour, other than that, nothing stands out to you.

“You can stay here for the time being as you wait for your husband, bathrooms over there, and there should be bandages and such under the sink. I will be down below to help Franklin with the customers, just find me if you need help!” Rosie closes the door to the room and leaves you to your lonesome. It's time to clean up, you think.

Stepping into the normal looking bathroom, a bathtub greeted you, thankfully it's big enough to fit you and your broken wings. You absentmindedly fill up the tub as you think back to before you fell, trying to determine what happened to cause you to fall from heaven's graces. Nothing comes to mind and eventually the tub fills up.

Shrugging off your ripped clothes and Alastor's coat, you sink into the water, seeping into the open wounds on your body. As much as you want to climb out the tub, it's important to rid yourself first from the golden blood and debris that cover you. You look over your whole body under the tainted water, you are covered in cuts and bruises but other than that, there's no concerning wounds to be found. Well, other than the numbing pain of your wings. Now that you think about it, your halo has been missing the whole trip. You can sense that it's there, but you cannot feel it above you, nor do you see it illuminate the room.

Maybe it's just hidden?

As you think that, the halo starts to manifest just above you, the glow weaker and flickering just slightly as if it's a broken bulb. You frown at the sheer difference from when you were in heaven, when it was incredibly bright, the other angels would tease you for being a walking lighthouse sometimes. When you lift up your hand to touch the halo, you notice a mark on your ring finger. Looking closer, it seems like a tattoo, of two snakes twisting into something akin to chains. How odd.

A knock pulls you out from your thoughts and a voice from the other room calls out to you.

“I’ll be leaving out your clothes on the bed my dear, Rosie will come by in a moment to help you with your hair!”

You quickly finish the bath and stumble in front of the mirror. Eyes darting to your mirrored self, you gaze upon the broken wings and dim halo, you are ashamed to see what you are now. Though you have done nothing to cause the fall, you still feel the undeserved guilt of being wrong. Ingrained to you during your time alive and dead, but you yourself know you've been good, so why berate yourself over other people's definition of good and evil?

Still, you try to will away the angelic limbs attached to you, and are successful in hiding it, leaving only red patches of burned skin on your back. Thankfully, you were able to soothe the irritated skin and patch up the area fairly well.

You close the door behind you and check out the clothes Alastor got for you, it's similar to his in design but also suited to you. How he was able to get your size right you're not sure. Regardless, it fits you perfectly, and there's even an opening at the back for your wings, though you've already willed it away, still you appreciate the sentiment.

“Are you done honey?” a knock reverberates in the room and you answer with a ‘come in!’. Rosie does and is pleasantly surprised at the lack of wings on your back. You remember the coat left in the bathroom and grab it, shrugging it on to cover the exposed skin and bandages.

The cannibal guides you to the vanity, starting to brush your hair.

“So you're Al’s little angel hm? How’d he manage to catch such a cutie pie?” The woman's Boston accent grabs your attention from the various tools in front of you.

“Well… As he said earlier I’ve been assigned to him as his spouse haha…” you laugh awkwardly,”but enough about me! How about Alastor…What is he like?”

“Oh! He’s such a sweetheart! Well he is an Overlord, he eats other demons, and kills for fun, but don't you worry about that! You're his darling, he wouldn't do anything to harm you. You're in good claws sweetie.”

“Sorry, what???”

“Hm?”

Rosie just smiles at you before finishing up your look. And might you say, looking at the mirror you look absolutely breathtaking. Coming out of the room, you find Alastor in the kitchen cooking. The smell wafting around the house is magnificent, you are reminded how hungry you are after falling from heaven.

“There you are my dear, I made some Jambalaya for you! My momma always said once I got my own cherie I should always provide for them for the rest of our days. So, expect more of this dear,” the man hums an upbeat tune as he gives you a plate of the food.

Adorably, he wears a yellow apron that says ‘Deer-est cook’ at the front, you also notice that he had his hair up with a ribbon in a low ponytail.

You were excited to consume the meal right in front of you but then you remember where in hell you are now.

“...Did you put demon meat in the Jambalaya…?”,eyes glancing up at him, the question lingers in the air as he catches your eyes and stares back, still smiling. A few unnerving seconds pass before he answers with a ‘of course not!’

You breathe out in relief and trust your so-called ‘husband’.

Or maybe I shouldn't trust what he says, but he's still staring, what if he gets angry that I won't eat it?? Oh heavens, please forgive me.

With closed eyes, you finally bite down on the food. Praying to all things holy, hoping that you did not do anything blasphemous by accidentally eating demon meat, you find yourself pleasantly surprised at how delicious it was. You almost forget proper etiquette when you start ravenously gulping down the rest of the food.

The demon before you chuckles in delight at the sight of you enjoying your food. As much as he would like to feed you his exotic diet, he would rather not force you to do anything you don't want to. And oh…the pleased shiver that ran down his spine at the trust you've shown him by not questioning him any further regarding the meal was truly delicious.

Dear angel… MY dear angel. How perfect you are… I'll never let you go. After all, you were made for me weren't you?

“I forgot to tell you how absolutely darling you are in that outfit! I must say I have quite the taste! Haha!” he laughs at his joke,“might I ask where your wings are? I could’ve sworn it was there when I left! Unless you cut it off? You should’ve asked me though, I’m sure your wings would be a delicacy…”

“I was able to hide it, I don’t want to be a walking target you know? An angel down in hell seems like a bad thing to be.”

“Oh don’t worry about being a target! I’ll kill whoever tries to even look at you wrongly,” crooning at you, he brushes away invisible dust on his coat, “also you may keep my coat dear, it’ll be a good way to show people that you belong to me now, that is until I can find a ring worthy enough to be worn by you!”

“I-uh thank you…”

Crap. If I don't escape soon I'll be officially married to him. Then again…if he keeps cooking me good food I guess it won't be too bad…

With that in mind, you hope your future will be brighter than your descent to hell.

A/N GODDD THAT TOOK SO LONG. Honestly, the more people kept asking for part 2 the less inclined I was to actually make one but here I am.

That being said, I will be making more fics at my own pace. Finals is coming up so please do not expect new parts for this fic. Truth is ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS! It was merely an idea I had while I was in an art block. Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed it :DD

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bella-goths-wife · 4 days

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Sometimes you just need a friend

Platonic Michael x lost boys daughter

Content: your feeling the weight of your decisions, but Michael won’t let you feel them alone

Warnings: angst, implied mentally ill reader but not specified, mentions of past abuse, guilt

It’s one of those days again.

The kind of days where you wake up and it feels like cold water has been splashed in your face, the kind of day where the weight of the world drowns you as soon as your eyes open. Today was one of the days where you gave up before you could even let your eyes adjust to the sunlight streaming through your window.

You’d had these days since you were a kid, only they weren’t just days anymore. The days would bleed into weeks which would eventually bleed into months, until you look at the calander and wonder when the good days would return and fill the empty void that was your soul.

You don’t know why they came and you didn’t know why they came. All you knew is that eventually all your good days would end and you’d wake up in your bed with a sense of mournful sadness as you begged the higher powers to bring back just one more good day.

Loneliness is what star called it, but you just shook your head. Loneliness doesn’t make it hard to think, hard to get out of bed or hard to force yourself to chew the mediocre food that you pretended not to taste. Loneliness doesn’t make it feel like a chore to breathe and go about your day.

You usually had your fathers to help you until the fights started, and they left the comforting to star. Star was good for a time, she was a good mother when she was around but that wasn’t enough because she began to fade away like a scar on your memory. She began to see you as broken beyond repair so she found your replacement in Laddie.

You moved on to relying on James. It was unhealthy to be so dependent on him for comfort but he always seemed so eager to give it, so you grew used to the calming words and soft touches. Although intimate it felt wrong so you’d just shut his soft comforting with a fierce kiss before begging him to fuck you, abusing the serotonin that sex gave you until you didn’t need pretty words anymore.

Of course that didn’t work for long, James was ripped away by your fathers and you were left alone for months of what felt like mental agony.

Then came faith, a girl so emotionally fragile that you wondered if she could hold the weight of your problems without cracking like perfect porcelain. She took care of you by making you meals that you’d pretend to eat to satisfy her concerns. She would look after you physically and was almost like a caretaker during the lowest of lows.

Her comfort was different from James’s as it couldn’t be silenced with kisses and lust, she needed you to be okay because if you weren’t then all her efforts of comforting you had gone to waste. So you played the part.

You’d plaster on fake smiles in an attempt to quell her bleeding heart and you began to take care of yourself just to please her. The relationship was co-dependent at best, she needed you to okay and you needed her to be with you. You were terrified of the familiar feeling of abandonment that you’d do anything to keep them around. You didn’t care how many times you had to throw away your dignity, how many times you’d let them use your body, how many times you’d feed into their lies or how many times you’d have to defend them. As long as they didn’t leave you, then you’d let yourself fall through the cracks of your own soul and disappear completely.

But what do you have to show for that?

You ran away from your home and any family you have or had. Abandoned your lovers to potentially be murdered. You were alone and when you woke up today you felt it more than ever.

All you can do is stare out the window from your bed as your mind screams at you louder than David ever could.

“It’s your fault your alone. It’s your fault your alone. All your fault. All your fault. All your fault. All your fault-“

“Are you gonna get out of bed soon?” Michael questions from the door way as he stares at your unmoving figure in the bed “it’s nearly one o’clock”

Your head turns to look at him with glazed over eyes but your mouth refuses to give him an answer. So you stare at each other in silence.

“Are you okay?” Michael asks as he sits on the bed with a concerned look

“I don’t think I can get up” you admit with a raspy voice

“Are you hurt?” Michael asks with a worried expression as he pulls back the covers of the bed to inspect your body for possible injuries. You shake your head side to side to answer the question “why can’t you get out of bed?”

“I don’t know” you admit with an uneven tone as your chest feels tight “somethings wrong with me Michael”

Michael hangs off your words and analyses everyone of them. You can see him thinking, you can almost hear the clogs turning in his mind.

“Has this happened before?” Michael questions with a concerned curiosity

“A few times” you say through an exhausted sigh, someone your age shouldn’t be sighing like that “I don’t know why it happens”

Michael nods before looking you up and down and leaving the room. Your chest clenches at the sight. You’ve already drove your new comforter away, your getting faster.

Michael returns moments later with a few bags of chips, a few bottles of water, his radio and wipes. He sets them down on the bedside table before crawling under the covers and laying down beside you on his side so he faces you.

“What are you doing?” You ask confused as you also turn to your side to face him

“What’s going through your head right now is loud and overwhelming to the point that you can’t leave bed?” Michael asks gently, you nod to confirm “then we’ll ride this out together”

“What do you mean?” You ask confused

“We are going to stay in this bed until you feel comfortable enough to leave it” Michael states “we’ll eat in the bed, drink in the bed and lay in the bed until you feel up to leaving the bed”

“But it could take weeks” you say in quiet disbelief “it’s lasted months before”

“Then you better get used to being in the bed with me” Michael throws back “we will stay in this bed together until you feel ready to leave”

“What if I start to smell?” You ask in disbelief at the fact that he would stay around even after multiple missed washes

“We can used the wipes to leave most of our body, I’ll bring the toothbrush out to you so you can brush your teeth in bed and if it’s gets too bad then I’ll just plug my nose” Michael reassures

“But what if-“ you try to argue but you get cut off.

“I won’t leave you” Michael reassures firmly “ I won’t leave you alone”

Those words cut through you. Those words that you’ve craved since you were a little girl begging Paul to stay or begging for David to take an interest in you. Those words that fill a weird hole in your chest. Those words that feel like a hug to the child you used to be and who was still stuck inside you waiting to move on.

You feel the tears building up and falling down your cheeks as your lip wobbles in an almost childlike manner. A sob escapes you as Michael sweeps you up in his arms so you can cry into his chest.

“Thank you” you sob into Michaels chest as your fingers dig into the soft fabric of his shirt “thank you”

“It’s okay kid” Michael shushes gently into your ear as his hand finds your back to give comforting strokes with warm palms that entice you more into his cradling hold “everything’s gonna be okay”

Your crying is ugly, your hysterical sobbing was filled with whimpered out thanks and hiccups of your struggle to breathe correctly through what must be a breakdown of some sorts. You look like shit but you don’t care as much as you once did.

Your red faced with blood shot eyes and a quivering lip when your sobs finally slow down enough for you to breath.

Michael just holds you. He doesn’t whisper superficial words of comfort in your ear and he doesn’t force positivity down your throat. He just holds you and lets you let your emotions out. everything feels right, you feel the weight on your shoulders lessen slightly with every tear that rolls messily down your face.

Your breathing slows and you just melt into the hold peacefully. Feeling almost weightless in your relief.

This comfort felt right. You didn’t have to silence him with a kiss just to lose yourself in the lust rather than have a vulnerable conversation. You didn’t have to pretend to be okay to satisfy someone else’s need of caretaking. You could just release your emotions without guilt or shame.

“How did you know what to do?” You question with a voice raw from crying

“My mom used to have moments like this, when she was with Sam’s dad” Michael admits softly as he plays with your hair “he would yell at her for hours and the she’d just get in bed and stay there for days, so I’d stay with her”

There is a moment of silence as you just process his words and lay against his chest.

“Do you think I’m crazy now?” You ask quietly “my mom thought I was crazy, so did my dads”

“Do you want to know what I think?” Michael asks with a sigh

You think for a moment before you look into his eyes and you nod slowly.

“I think you were a little girl that was put through so much that you built a wall around yourself by taking care of others” Michael states gently “I think your afraid to show people your vulnerability because your afraid that they’ll leave when they see it, so you force it down deeper and deeper and you take care of everyone around you but yourself until eventually you convince yourself that nothings wrong. So your force it down so deep that it’s forced to come up all at once and you have days like this”

You digest his words slowly as you look him in the eyes and feel the honesty that you’ve always craved.

“How do you know that?” You ask curiously and his gaze softens

“Because I do the same, so does my mom” Michael admits with a melancholy look in his eyes

“Do you think we’ll always be like this?” You ask softly “do you think we could get fixed?”

“I don’t think so kid” Michael says with a mournful sigh “I don’t think it’s that easy for people like us, I think we were always gonna be cursed to be like this”

You nod with a sad expression before you look him in his eyes again

“Then what If we made a deal?” You ask gently with a soft expression

“A deal?” Michael repeats with a raised eyebrow

“We always look after other people instead of looking after ourselves, so what if we just look after each?” Your propose with soft eyes and a small smile “that way, we’ll always have someone to look after us”

“That’s a good idea kid” Michael says with a chuckle “you have a deal, I’ll look after you and you look after me”

You shake hands lazily with small chuckles at the action, like two children who had just snuck away some candy they shouldn’t have taken. It was giddy and endearing in a weird way.

With the help of Michael, you’d willed yourself out of the bed in three days. Which was much better than last time.

You and Michael had an understanding of each other, like the hurt little girl saw the scared little boy in him.

It felt like the universe had split your soul into two at birth and you had only just found the other half when you met Michael.

“I won’t leave you” he reassured softly into your ear “I promise”

And for once since you were a child, you believe someone when they tell you that you won’t be left alone again.

I’m trying to give off platonic soulmates for Michael and reader, is it working? 😭

Sorry I haven’t been posting as much, I’ve had a lot of things happening in my life and I’ve just had to take a step back and stop creating for a while but I’m back now for a while.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter and reblog if you liked it :)

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bella-goths-wife · 4 days

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OMG THIS IS SO COOL

I love it so much!!

Thank you :D

I read a mini series a while back of yandere!bowers gang x ballerina!reader and thought it’d be fun to make this.

Credits to @bella-goths-wife for writing the mini series. I’m absolutely obsessed with their work.

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bella-goths-wife · 4 days

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Hi :3, i am new in here and i'm a bit lose, ¿Why does Vox sees their pet like a substitute daughter 🥲?

Sorry if the question it's a bit dumb, but i genuinely don't understand that 🥲

Anyways, i hope you have a great and lovely day (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ (and sorry if i said something wrong, english it's not my first language)

No it’s okay, I’d love to explain it :D

Why does Vox see pet as a daughter

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage and pregnancy, obsessive behaviour, forced affection, forced paternal behaviour, just overall a complicated and sick dynamic, abuse mentions

This is just my story’s backstory for Vox since i can’t find a canon backstory

So we all know that vox is from the 1950s

And we know that most men from the 1950s had it built into them that it was their duty to continue the family name and legacy by marrying a nice girl and having a few kids

And I believe Vox would be a very big believer in legacy and having an heir to pass down his legacy to, since he was probably a big celebrity and quite wealthy

But during his time of being alive, he never had any children

He had an arranged marriage that was set up by his father, in which he married a woman he had never or would never love

But Vox wanted one thing from this marriage, one simple thing that he craved so heavily

A child

At first he was convinced he wanted a boy, someone who he could mold into being someone worthy of carrying on his last name

But then he realised something, having a son would only challenge Vox as the man of the house

What if his son became more than Vox or overpassed him?

Most fathers would be proud of their son achieved great things but the thought only made Vox seethe in jealousy that one day his legacy would be surpassed by something he created

But a daughter, she would be his to protect without the worry that she would ever overpass him

He wanted something he could own and protect, something to be part of his legacy but always staying below him

A daughter is what Vox wanted more than anything, a daughter that was strong enough to be given his last name but weak enough to need his protection

Of course he’d want a son or two to continue his last name, but a daughter is the only child he’d ever love

Sadly, he and his wife were unable to have children with his wife only being able to conceive and lose pregnancies

The furthest pregnancy that they got to was when his wife was six months pregnant before losing the baby

During the six months Vox fantasised about his child, his perfect girl who he would love more than anything

So when his wife lost the baby, he felt a part of himself lock away forever

The softer part of himself was pushed away to die

He threw himself into his work to distract himself from the loss of his child

He also threw himself into many criminal situations and made very bad decisions which would later land him a place in hell

Vox had already given up on the thought of having children during the living and finding out that sinners couldn’t conceive only pushed him further into the belief that having a daughter wasn’t in the cards for him

And then he met you

Granted when he met you he just assumed you were another scrawny sewer rat who had to steal and cheat just to afford some food

But you quickly changed his mind once you started working for him

Seeing your abilities progress and grow stronger was a magnificent sight for Vox, it was an achievement that he had coined for himself as your mentor

Combining your abilities was also an amazing feeling, to know that there was someone in hell who could only enhance his power made him feel like he could rule the underworld

You unlocked parts of him that he had long forgotten, a more forgiving and softer side

You were strong enough to protect yourself but also weak enough to need his protection

You were smart enough to keep up with Voxs conversations but also naive enough to manipulate to his wishes

You had a strong ability but not strong enough to survive outside of his providing, at least in his mind

You were young enough for him to be able to see as a child at 18, but also old enough for him to be able to exploit you and profit off of you

You were the perfect heir in his mind, the daughter he had always craved

So Vox would find himself being fatherly towards you and showing you fatherly affection, even if he ignored the way you tensed up at his touch

But parts of Vox hated this and denied his attachment to you

He wanted to smack himself for being weak and bending to his own obsessive cravings, but instead he smacks you instead to rid himself of feelings that could soften the sharp image he had created of himself

He craves your presence but despises the thought of you

But because he suppressed his fatherly feelings for you, they manifested into an abusive and obsessive addiction

He obsesses over every minuscule part of you and exposes it because he wants to know you but doesn’t want to get close enough for you to become a weakness to himself

Vox abuses you because he fears you most of all, he fears that the mere thought of you dating sends him into a blind rage or the thought of you getting hurt sends him into a deep panic

He wants to hold you close but parts of him want to smother you in his arms to make it so he doesn’t care for anyone anymore

So vox will always see you as a daughter in his mind no matter how much he tries to deny and suppress it

The only thing his denial does is make his feelings manifest into an abusive and obsessive relationship with you

He sees you as his daughter that he has always craved, and you see him as your abuser who will always be watching you

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bella-goths-wife · 5 days

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Hi!

I'm a fan of your Vs pet series! It's ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!! I just read the Vs Pet as an overlord, AND I LOVE IT!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ And I was wondering if it would be okk if I used that headcanon as inspo for a fanfic. Of course you will be credited, there will be some differences and a lot of similarities (and I might not make it, idk (。﹏。*)

Kisses darling!

I would genuinely be honoured 😭

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bella-goths-wife · 5 days

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Is there a specific name or tag for your Vs Pet concept? Are there any fics you know of/recommend that are like it?

I mostly just use the tag Vs pet or I state explicitly in the title that it’s about Vs pet

I’ve not read many fics that use the same dynamic but a totally awesome fic write for yandere hazbin hotel would the @lovelybrooke

Their hazbin hotel fic concepts had me hooked for weeks, you should totally read them! :)

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bella-goths-wife · 5 days

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I love your vees pet au so much!!!

Would pet be allowed around their other assistants (papermint, kitty etc..) if so what do you think their thoughts/relationships with pet are?

Pet loves the other assistants! :)

And if I’m being honest the other assistants love pet too, she gives them an opportunity to not be abused 24/7 by their bosses

The Vs allow her to be around the assistants because they don’t really acknowledge them as people or threats to her

Basically because of the scheduling pet is on making it so she has a a few days with each V, they swap out the assistants.

So for example, if pet was working with Valentino for the day then velvette would have kitty as her assistant for the day.

It actually gives the assistants a break from the usual abuse from their usual bosses, so kitty would have an easier day with velvette then she would Valentino because she would be less harsh then velvette usually is because she acknowledges that kitty is Valentino’s property and if she breaks her then Valentino will be pissed and hog pet until he gets a replacement

Whenever Valentino puts out a cigar out on kitty or just breaks parts of her in general, pet will clean her up and try to fix her to the best of her ability all while using her ability to play circus type music to try and calm kitty down and soothe her through the pain

And whenever peppermint messes up, pet will go in before peppermint and soften Vox up by acting daughterly so that vox won’t be in a punishing mood.

And the assistants will always help pet catch up on work she missed while being punished and they will always try and help pet get away with more stuff.

So to sum it up, it’s like how in modern family Gloria, Phil and cam all have an alliance and that’s how I imagine the assistants friendship.

Pet sees the assistants as her friends and vice versa! :)

^the assistants and pet would totally recreate this as a joke to make fun of the Vs

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So I was listening to this song here

https://youtu.be/s29fcv5E52Y?si=w7kH1W23tU7sxiJF

And thought of if Pet ends up getting freed or was able to get away from Vox she would become an overlord with a lot of power.

I actually love that song so much and it would match overlord pet so well and now it’s inspired me to do what overlord pet would be like

Vs Pet as an overlord

Warnings: murder, gore, illegal activity, drug use, mentions pet having sex but not explicitly, reader owns peoples souls

This is not canon but could be a non canon mini series if you enjoy it :)

In this situation, you made no deals with alastor or Vox

Your completely on your on your own in your journey for power

Or were you?

You lived on the streets for around two years in hell before you realised the potential it had

There were networks for the homeless, connections that could be made for trading of food or materials

You stumbled into trading one day after being particularly hungry and an older woman who also lived on the streets took pity on you and taught you how to steal from the public and trade the things you stole for food

After growing fond of you, the old woman told you that her name was Martha and reassured you that she’d take you under her wing until you learnt the ways of the streets

But Martha was quite old when she died and her hellish form was more frail then most, she was a very vulnerable person who could barely protect herself

After seeing you use your hellish abilities for the first time, Martha explained to you what soul deals were

She explained that she wished to make a deal with you, her soul in exchange for protection

You were shocked and initially wanted to refuse but Martha explained that it would guarantee to her that you would never betray her and she would never betray you

So you agreed, and Martha became the first soul you ever owned

After that it was a slow collection of souls, mainly strays from the streets who wanted protection or one of the younger souls needing protection

Martha taught you to be a gentle but assertive soul owner, you were never cruel to the souls you owned but you would always give them a reminder that you were in charge

With all the souls you had gathered also came shared profits, more money combined then any of you had ever seen

All the souls you owned turned to you when given the question of what you should do with it, and you were unsure

But Martha, being the wise mother goose she was, suggested that you opened a business up that would be profitable and also provide you an opportunity to rise up in the ranks

So you purchased a small club in the entertainment district

It was the first modern version of a club that had moved there in a while since no one wanted to compete with the Vs sex lounges or mimzys club

You were quite a success because of this, you were doing something you knew quite a lot about since you were such a party person when you were alive

You managed the music and used your ability to make your club irresistible

But you weren’t collecting souls as fast as you should be, you weren’t becoming powerful enough to make your lifestyle sustainable

And then an idea popped into your head, what did you learn about more than partying when you were alive?

Drugs

You began to allow for drug use in your clubs and even used one of the souls you owned who used to be a chemistry professor create a more intense type of ecstasy and you named it after your club and sold it exclusively at your club

So now your club sold specialised drugs and this put you on the map

You had customers lining up around the block to get in, and more money and souls then you could count

This eventually earned you a seat at the overlords meetings despite many overlords refusals

Some overlords found you to gentle to be an overlord, they saw you as an embarrassment because of your lack of cruelty in your deals

They thought you could easily be disrespected

So when a minor overlord came to your club and began to harass the staff and destroy the furniture, he assumed you would do nothing

He was incorrect

He dropped to his knees and covered his ears as you made it so he had a loud screaming sound in his ears

He begged you to stop and apologised over and over again, but you knew that if you wanted to be respected in the overlord community then you couldn’t show mercy

You raised the frequency of the sounds to an agonising level until blood dripped from his ears, eyes, nose and mouth

You kept raising it until his brains turned to liquid and chunks fell from his ears and nose

For the first time ever, the souls you owned and the public looked at you with pure fear

You had used your ability to record the overlords screams of agony so when you returned to the overlord meeting and there were people trying to mock you, you calmly just summoned the sounds of their friend dying a painful and long death

This impressed alastor greatly and made him put you in his attention as you intrigued him greatly

He had visited your club a few times after that but decided that it wasn’t his cup of tea after watching you snort coke off of a woman’s chest

You fell into old habits once you were in a comfortable position of power by becoming a bit of a playgirl who had lovers lining up around the corner to spend a night in your bed

You were always respectful of them and always made sure they were taken care of before and after sleeping with them

You intrigued alastor and you felt familiar to him, like you have in all the past au’s alastor had a strange connection with you

He invited you to sit with him and Rosie during the meetings and you accepted happily, finally gaining some connections

Alastor and Rosie found you just darling and Rosie treated you just like a protective mother during the meetings, having them both stand up for you and threaten anyone who dared mock you for your past or your gentle techniques

You were grateful and in your gratitude you made them a small quiet booth in your club for them to visit, and they would whenever you would be using your abilities to be the clubs DJ for the night to cheer you on like proud parents

Your playgirl style had caught the attention of Valentino and he felt curious enough to visit your club with the other Vs

Velvette and Vox already had a disliking towards you because you had invaded on their territory and your affiliations with the radio demon

But Valentino insisted and brought them along

Martha encouraged you to go over to the table since you were the clubs owner and they were pretty influential overlords who could possibly help you in the future

So you greeted them all politely and bought them all a drink on the house

Vox, out of curiosity and partly to spite alastor, demanded that you join them for a drink

Out of politeness, you did

They asked you many many questions about yourself and practically interrogated you all night

Their night ended with Valentino demanded you dance with him and you were having fun until his hands drifted too far down and you had to politely reject his advances

Because of your good relationships with some of the most influential demons, they brought more business in for you

In exchange you allowed them to rent out a room in the back for illegal meetings and trades as long as they denied doing it with your consent if they ever pissed off the wrong people

You were slowly becoming more powerful, you were no longer the little sewer rat you used to be

With the help of the other demons, you became an influential and feared individual

Life would have been great, if it weren’t for those friendships bringing you many many problems

You had Vox constantly watching you through any and all technology at all times, unless you had alastor nearby which would scramble the signal and effectively piss Vox off

You had alastor constantly using his abilities to try and change your club and make it into something that more matched his image and constantly trying to ‘take you under his wing’ even though you explained many many times that you were fine on your own

You had Rosie who would constantly antagonise Martha and looked at her as if she wished to kill her in a moment, she also had a nasty habit of trying to be a motherly figure towards you at times even when you didn’t need it which would be sweet but her way was so obsessive and violating that it made you cringe

You had velvette who had made it her mission to get you to join the Vs despite you not wanting to since you were successful on your own, she even tried to sabotage you a few times so you’d have to join them

You had Valentino, who was constantly trying to get you to star in one of his movies or he just hung around too much for it to be comfortable and it felt suffocating

All of these problems combined made you life extremely hard sometimes, especially when they would all become possessive or jealous and would drag you away from doing your work to make it so you’d be with one of them all day

But at least you were powerful

And at least you were free

That’s more then you could say for most people

Hope you liked this one, it’s a little silly but I’m tired and it’s the best I can do at the moment 😭

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Nah but imagine sleeping with Vox. It’s usually cold as fuck in his room and the silk sheets don’t help at all. Because of his head, he can’t really turn around and hold you while you sleep. So you figure out a way to cuddle. You’re nearly on top of Vox, arm draped lazily over him, head on his chest, leaned up against his side while his arm wraps around your shoulders lazily. It becomes such a norm and Vox doesn’t even realize how dependent he is on you guys sleeping like this. One night when you guys had a little fight, he couldn’t power off completely and ends up tossing about wondering why it’s so difficult to sleep right now. I mean, he supposes going to sleep angry is never a good idea. Especially when it’s involving his very serious relationship. He sits up in bed, looking at you sleeping all the way on the other side of the bed. You’re holding a big pillow, laying on it how you usually do with Vox. Vox feels a weird sense of jealousy…? Or insecurity? He doesn’t really know or does he want to explore it, but at the back of his mind is the voice of ‘they wouldn’t need you if everything ended’. He frowns before scooting over and shaking you awake. You wake up tiredly and muttering a ‘what’s wrong’? Vox doesn’t say anything but takes the pillow you were previously snuggling with and fixing it back with the rest of the pillows. He pulls you in and you guys get comfortable in silence. ‘Love you…’ You both exchange before drifting off to sleep; the right way this time. You can deal with your argument tomorrow.

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Would u be able to write abt soft moments with yandere vox?

I’ve actually wrote that already but I hadn’t updated my masterlist in a while 😭

I’ve updated it now! :)

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bella-goths-wife · 9 days

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Is it okay to draw art based off your Vs Pet posts? I really like them and I was thinking about drawing some art inspired by it and tagging you.

OMG ID LOVE THAT

THAT WOULD BE SO COOL

Please do :)

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How would Pet reader and Alastor interact after he returned from his 7 year long absence?

How would Alastor and pet interact after his absence

I assume you mean in the canon au and not the alastor makes a deal with you au but if I’m wrong feel free to request again :)

I’m sorry it’s not much interacting but they don’t really meet much at this point in the story

Warnings: abuse mentioned, obsessive behaviour

After his seven year absence, alastor did try to subtly seek you out

He lingered around where he met you and expected to find you in the same position you were in seven years ago, a starving little fawn on the street who was desperate enough for shelter that you’d be willing to make a deal

But he didn’t find you, not a trace of the little doe eyed fool he had felt such a familiarity with

So he cut his losses for the meantime and decided that he would trouble one of the many souls he owned to stalk you down

So imagine his surprise when on a random afternoon he passed by angel and heard your voice from angels annoying little gadget

He asked for a closer look and there you were, the person who had been on his mind for the seven years was stood with the Vs surrounding them

You looked different though

You were cleaner and more well fed, meaning you had been able to escape the cold streets and found food

But there was a difference in your eyes as you posed with the Vs, there was a lack of something

Your eyes didn’t hold the same curiosity or passion that he knew of the girl he met several years ago who was so eager to learn more about her abilities

You looked like a candle lit flame that was running at the bottom of wick and was being drowned out and smothered by candle wax, your fire was slowly dying inside you

He demanded angel showed him everything out there that pertained to you, and angel gladly did with the small hope that maybe alastor would take enough interest in you to help you

Alastor absorbed every piece of media you were in and every sound you had created, anything that the internet held of you alastor would consume

He observed how the passion slowly died from your face and the years went on, he heard how your music which was once so alive and inventive turn into something generic and easily forgotten

In many ways he prepared himself to mourn the person he had met, he doubted that there was any of you left to mourn considering the Vs had drained your presence of its spark

Alastor felt something he hadn’t felt in a while, he felt pity for you

He heard of the horrifying things your were subjected to on a daily basis and he just couldn’t stop the sympathy from bubbling to to the service

He was no good soul owner himself, he was fairly abusive but that’s only when he had to correct behaviour

He felt overwhelming jealousy and anger at Vox over how Vox had claimed your soul before him and ruined you

Alastor could have made you into something great, something more than a pet to the rich for when they felt cruel or bored

Alastor was almost ready to give up on you and see you as a failed project, but something stopped him

angel had mentioned your acts of kindness towards him and alastor had to hear of your very intriguing presence from Charlie, so he decided to test you before giving up to see if you were worth more effort

He followed you for weeks on end with his shadows, and he saw many things

He saw how your cunning side could slip out when you saw an opportunity to escape a punishment and how manipulative you could be

He also saw how your anger had gotten the best of you on many occasions and watched as your powers manifested into something dangerous, something lethal

He fantasied about making you into a powerful being, someone who could one day be on a level close to his

He wanted to sculpt you like a sculpture and make you into something bigger than the pentagram had ever seen, he wanted to protect you from the past and make you strong enough to protect yourself from the present

He had angel dust sneak into your room and slip a radio under your bed so he could listen in to your surroundings

He heard you be your authentic self without having to water yourself down

He heard your moments of brief happiness and he heard the many overwhelmingly cruel acts committed to you

He heard your sobs and swear for a minute he felt himself grow caring enough to want to comfort you

So he played a soothing song from the radio once you were too distracted by your sobbing, so it could calm you to sleep and at least offer you the minimal comfort he could offer to you

He felt himself growing attached to the idea of bringing you back to the hotel and surrounding you in his arms like a child to make sure you wouldn’t have to see the faces of your abusers again

He began concocting plans to help you escape, and he was determined to one day own your soul so he could sculpt you in his image like he intended to do several years ago

He had never felt himself caring about anyone this much, he had a need to know where you were at all times and even felt himself grow antsy to see you in person and talk with you like you once did

Parts of him even felt a paternal sense of worry and concern over you in a way he’s never experience before

And he was determined to save you from Vox and bring you home

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