💀Rosie x overlord!Reader Oneshot Madness🌹
You were lying on the couch in the back room and watching a small light running over your fingers. You liked watching the fire. You didn't pay attention to the noise that was outside, focusing all your attention on the fire. You were so focused that you didn't notice when Rosie came in to check on you. You've been in her store for the last few hours and this was nothing new to the visitors. You were a frequent guest of Rosie and she was always happy to see you as her guest.
"How are you doing, darling?"
You jumped up from the couch and the fire on your fingers went out. Your lips stretched into a wide smile and you hurried to her.
"Rosie! Are you finally free?"
She stroked your hair and nodded. You closed your eyes, content with her touch. From the outside, it might seem that Rosie was just showing favor to an ordinary sinner, but you were far from as simple as it might seem at first glance. You were an overlord, just like her, and you had a special reputation. You were known as the mad overlord whose actions were impossible to predict. No one, not even the other overlords, knew what to expect from you. Because of this, they were afraid of you, and some, such as Vox, Velvette and Valentino, did not take you seriously. Some people didn't understand how you could stay overlord for so long, but Rosie was one of the few who knew your secret. She knew you weren't crazy at all. She saw how you manipulated others to get what you wanted, how you, hiding behind the mask of a madman, turned out to be smarter than many. Rosie was the one who saw your every trick, and you liked to know that she knew everything. You didn't deceive Rosie by showing her complete trust. Next to her, you didn't have to lie or pretend. There was a warm, trusting relationship between you, which many perceived as a business alliance. Only a few people knew what kind of relationship you really had. Rosie kissed you on the cheek, and you took her arm.
"Shall we go for a walk?"
"Of course"
You and Rosie went for a walk, which is why you came today. You didn't use the word date, but you both understood the nature of your walk. You were just enjoying the time you could spend together.
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I've been rewatching Merlin BBC lately so now you get a Merlin inspired AU.
Not much plot, mostly just who is whom.
Lucifer is, of course, Hazbin Kingdom's (or any other name) kin. Charlie the princess. Sir Pentious and Angel knights. Niffty a servant. Husk the physician/doctor.
Vaggie would be a sorceress, secretly, ofc, she would be dating Charlie. Charlie, upon learning her girlfriend is a sorceress and being shown magic is good and all that, is determined to slowly ease her father into accepting magic as a whole, and repelling the magic ban.
Alastor is a sorcerer, Idc how but he became either Charlie's or Lucifer's servant and ends up very close to Lucifer and all that.
(Past that, who has/knows/is okay and who doesn't have/know/is okay about ppl in the palace having magic is up to y'all)
Then you have the Vees as royals who use magic for the wrong reasons and etc. Cannibal town and Rosie would be a druid camp or smth. The rest of the overlords (like Carmilla) just normal royals with their own kingdoms minding their bussiness.
Heaven would be a a neighbour kingdom with a collective hatred with magic, Lilith would be one of Luci's suitors, Sera and Emily princesses, the exorcists knights in charge of exterminating magic, etc.
With time and after a lot of cultural crisis Lucifer ends up accepting magic and marrying Alastor or (whomever you ship him with) and they all live happily.
If you want to add even more angst or a tragic magic reveal, as a parallel to the angelic wound AU from Alastor's fight with Adam:
Alastor, again, fights Adam, he gets the wound from casting a harmful and powerful spell, which leaves him weak, it takes lots of time to heal and it doesn't that he keeps overworking himself, which obviously leads to his health becoming worse and Lucifer just finding out before it has healed completely. Whether it's just an accident or Alastor overworks himself to the point of his wound winning up and him passing out, it's up to y'all.
Have a great day :3
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Another WIP for a Radiorose fic <3
"Darling, did you poison this one?" Alastor squinted as he raised his teacup, turning his wrist to swill the liquid around.
"Course I did!" Rosie shouted from the next room, with the air of a mother irritated that her child couldn't find something in plain sight.
"Oh good, just checking," he called back, chuckling under his breath, and took a sip.
The smell of peppermint tea filled the room, tangy and sweet. Adorned with pinks and reds, lace curtains, and ornate furniture—a sanctuary unmistakably Rosie's. Alastor raised his teacup, draped over the chaise lounge, and glanced over to the woman herself. She had been staring, eyes squinted out onto the boulevard through the scarlet glass for the past few minutes, squeezing her palms together in quiet worry.
A faint buzzing of Irving Aaronson's "Let’s Misbehave" emanated from between his teeth, and he hummed along, basking in the scarlet glow of a hellish morning. The room was incredibly Rosie, all lace and skull motifs.
A gentle smirk tugged at Alastor's lips as he placed the teacup on a coaster adorned with macabre motifs.
"Dear, if this is your attempt at domestic bliss, you're doing a devilishly good job," Alastor called out, a glint of amusement in his eyes as Rosie entered, wiping her hands on a hastily fashioned apron.
A silence stretched between them, fading strains of music crackled away into static.
"What's on your mind, my dear?" Rosie sucked in her breath, reaching up to adjust her hat and stared at him. He sat up, eyebrows furrowed.
"Just wondering some things, you know?"
"What ever about?" He was trying to focus on the bustle outside, almost shying away from her eyes.
"Since you got back from your… sabbatical. Well, Al, you know I ain't one to pry-"
Alastor chuckled nervously, his eyes crumpling just a little too much, his laugh a little too sharp.
"Shut it, I may be lousy with men but- Oh! You're making me lose my train of thought now! Listen, Al, I care about you. You know that. Way more than I probably should-" She smiled softly and sat down next to him. "And you know I haven't asked in what, months now, although you've been holed up in that hotel-"
Alastor didn't like where this was going, but he could keep it together as well as the next gentleman. He followed her words with the anxious eye a deer gives to a shot in the woods.
"What I’m getting at, my dear, is-" she lowered her voice to a whisper "Can you tell me what happened, maybe?"
He dipped his head. Unease pricked beneath his facade. Alastor paused, then offered a partial truth. "You're perceptive as always, Rosie. A gentleman must have his secrets, no?”
“You know I’d never press you, but I promise I ain't the one to gossip, not about your troubles Al. Who’d I tell? You again?” Rosie said.
“I know, I know.” He’d fallen unusually silent, his eyes skittering across the ground, searching desperately for some way to change the topic, but this was Rosie, she wasn't one to drop it.
“Alastor, I ain't gonna give you the cold shoulder. No judgments here.” She tilted her head.
He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper "It's not about judgment, Rosie. It's about... about what might happen if I told you.”
Alastor lifted his head to meet her, his eyes were glassy and lacking. “I’ve done something really stupid, Rosie.”
Rosie's expression softened as she observed Alastor's demeanor, sensing the weight behind his words. She reached out a hand, resting it gently on his forearm, offering a comforting gesture.
"Alastor," she said softly, her voice carrying a blend of concern and empathy, "whatever it is, I won't breathe a word of it to anyone else. You're more than just a friend to me, you're basically family."
Her eyes searched his, filled with sincerity and warmth.
This finally broke Alastor, that kindness staring back at him. If only she knew. How much of a mistake he’d made. He forced himself to look away, to just stop thinking.
to be continued :)
Note: I know the writing is awful, but this is just a chance for me to write some fluff between the idiots. Its the first time writing a fic :))
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