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hippolotamus · 8 months

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Tagged by the lovely and talented @wikiangela @eddiediaztho @jesuisici33 @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess 💖 Make sure you check their snippets!

I’m hopping around a lot right now, but this immediately follows this snippet in you’re where I wanna go.

Buck clears his throat, and stands straighter. Taller. He ignores the way she looks on with a sort of bored amusement. “Lucy, I am an honorable man, looking for someone to share my life with. And I would like you to be that someone. Will you marry me?”

Butterflies flutter in his belly, soaring with hope. He really and truly believes that this could be—

“No.” Lucy tells him flatly, pushing herself off the cart and wiping her hands on her skirts. She immediately busies herself with checking through the bunches of roses, peonies, gerbera daisies and tulips again.

“No?”

“That is what I said,” she responds, not bothering to look up. “But do try again next week.”

The butterflies shrivel and die, becoming poisoned and heavy, dropping like bits of lead. He doesn’t understand. Lucy’s unmarried, doesn’t have any other suitors that he knows of. Every other woman in town seems to be practically throwing themselves at any chance to be engaged. Well, except for Abby. And Ali. And Taylor.

“What am I doing wrong?” Buck asks, ignoring how needy he sounds, on the verge of pleading. “How can I fix it?”

At first he thinks she’s ignoring him, or hasn’t heard what he said. Each second that ticks by becomes more unbearable than the last. He should walk away, leave her alone, and give up this foolish pursuit. But he’s rooted in place, unable to move.

“You don’t know a thing about me,” she eventually says, her back still turned to him.

“I know enough,” he protests.

“Enough,” she scoffs, finally turning to face him. Her eyes flare with an intensity that makes him want to take a step back. He doesn’t, hoping to appear confident when all he wants to do is shrink away. “And how is that? Do you presume that anyone should be automatically taken by your charms and wealth?”

“So you find me charming then?” The remark earns him an even deeper scowl. He never has learned when to shut his mouth.

“Listen, Buckley. I’m just a woman, trying to provide a service and make a little life for myself. I was perfectly fine before you decided to make it your life’s mission to be my husband.”

And it hits him then, the renewed realization of too much, too much, too much. He’s always offering more of himself than anyone wants.

“Of course. I- I understand. Thank you, truly, Miss Donato. I didn’t intend to- what I mean to say is I wish you well. Be assured I won’t be bothering you again.”

Buck turns on his heel to leave when he feels a hand grab his arm.

“Wait.”

Cautiously, he dares to turn back, hope coloring his voice. “Wait?”

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @stereopticons @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @giddyupbuck @911onabc @buddierights @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @thewolvesof1998 @chaosandwolves @statueinthestone @eowon @the-likesofus @apothecarose @rmd-writes LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @barbiediaz @cowboy-buddie @your-catfish-friend @forthewolves and anybody else who wants to share 💖

#it obviously did not go well with Lucy at first #queerplatonic relationship #eventually anyway #wip wednesday #hippo writes #fic: you’re where i wanna go #buddie wip

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malice-ov-mercy · 4 months

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I have to write a Noah and Will knifeplay fic. It’s plagued my mind since I thought of it.

#rambles #eventually anyway #not right now I’ve too many things

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soupandsorcery · 8 months

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In the morning, her neck hurts. It's like a bruise, throbbing and irritated, and whenever she turns her head, it flares up, reminding her of what she let Astarion do last night. Probably not one of her better ideas, but it worked out in the end. Which was for the best, because it would have been a pity to have to stake him. Astarion's funny.

Vesper stretches and then winces, getting dressed quickly. She checks her appearance in the little mirror she keeps on her, and there on her neck are two little fang marks. They're dully red and neat, evidence of the clean bite. When she presses her fingers to them, they feel warm, and the pain flares just a bit.

Hopefully they'll behave like any other scars. They'll trouble her for a bit and then fade away in time.

"Good morning."

Astarion's voice makes her turn. There's a brightness to his eyes that wasn't there before, but there's something guarded too. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Good morning," Vesper says back. "How do you feel?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

She shrugs. "My neck hurts. How do you think I feel?"

His eyes look her over from head to toe, but for once, it lacks all the flirtatious teasing he's been pulling for the last week or so. It's just...curiosity. A different sort of interest.

"There's something...different about you," Astarion says. "About your blood."

Vesper raises an eyebrow, keeping her face neutral. Now that is something she didn't consider. It's been easy enough to hide her true nature from her new companions, and any slips she might have made have gone unnoticed with the tadpoles and the ticking time bomb they represent taking priority. But Astarion has been closer to her than anyone else. Intimately close, one could say.

"Different from rats and boars you mean?" they ask, affecting lightness.

Astarion picks up on it instantly. Takes a liar to know one, Vesper supposes. "No," he says, lifting an eyebrow. "Well, yes. But that's not what I mean. Your blood was...intense. Almost spicy in a way."

"Spicy?"

"Well, I don't know how else to describe it! It burned, but it wasn't an unpleasant heat. In fact, it was downright delicious. But definitely not normal."

"And how would you know? You said yourself you've never fed on a person before. Maybe this is just what humans taste like."

It's a poor attempt at deflecting, and Astarion brushes it aside easily. "It isn't. I can smell it now that I know what I'm looking for. You don't smell anything like Wyll or Shadowheart or even Lae'zel. A bit closer to Lae'zel, now that I think about it, but still. You're hiding something."

He sounds almost gleeful to say it, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at her with all the sass at Astarion's considerable command.

And all of a sudden, Vesper is tired. Tired of hiding, tired of the subtle disguise spell that changes certain parts of her. This far from Waterdeep, no one's heard of her, and while she'd been worried about Gale knowing, even he hadn't shown any sign of recognition. They'd relished the chance to shake off the mantle of their old life and be someone else for once, but she hadn't considered the burden of hiding so constantly.

She sighs and rolls her shoulders, the bite on her neck twinging with pain again. It keeps her head clear as she regards Astarion and makes a snap decision.

"You're right," they say. "And I suppose fair is fair. Come with me." They turn on their heel and start walking, pacing away from camp.

"I--wait!" Astarion calls after her, then scrambles to catch up. "You can't just say that and then walk away."

"I'm not doing this here," Vesper hisses. "Not where everyone can see."

"See what?" Astarion asks.

Vesper doesn't answer. They just keep walking with purpose towards a little cluster of trees, far enough away from the camp that they don't have to worry about anyone seeing this. She can only imagine what Shadowheart would have to say, if she knew. No, that's a bridge to be crossed later. Maybe much later, depending on how this goes with Astarion.

Astarion, who is waiting, tapping his foot with impatience that seems at odds with the rampant curiosity in his eyes.

"Well?" he drawls. "What have you dragged me out here to see? Oh--is this where you reveal that you've been in disguise all this time? Because I did wonder, you know."

"You...wondered?"

"Naturally. No one is that beautiful. Except me, but that's different."

Honestly, Vesper can't help but laugh. It tickles her down to her bones, and she goes with it, letting the spell she's had up almost constantly since being abducted finally drop.

It feels like breathing. Like taking the first true, deep breath she's had in days. Her wings spread out behind her, shimmering iridescent and white in the morning sun. She flaps them once, twice, and then lets them fall closed against her back. Her eyes shift from the plain, muddy brown they were magicked into, glowing silvery pale with radiant fire. Everything else, her face, her hair, her stature, remains the same.

Some people, apparently, are just that beautiful.

Astarion stares at her, mouth slightly agape. It's the most stunned she's ever seen him, and she grins, feeling suddenly, incredibly amazing.

"I think this is the longest you've gone without saying anything, Astarion. No witty quips?"

"You're an aasimar," Astarion breathes, and he sounds well and truly shocked. "Gods below."

"It's not as exciting as it seems," Vesper tells him. "I'm not some celestial messenger or anything. I'm from Waterdeep, and I was snatched out of a fighting pen by a bunch of mind flayers. The wings are the coolest part, honestly."

"They are quite impressive." Astarion is still staring, but he shakes himself, letting some of the wonder retreat behind his usual haughty pout. "Well, well, we are an interesting group, aren't we? At least that ship full of tentacled freaks had taste in their victims."

Vesper snorts. "Small comfort, but I guess you're right."

"My question is why trust me with this?"

"You trusted me."

Red eyes roll as Astarion scoffs. "That's different. You caught me in the act, and I got something out of it. What do you get out of this?"

"Last night you said you felt happy after feeding on me. Was that just because of the blood?"

There's a pause as Astarion thinks that over. "Mostly the blood, I suppose. Although, there is something to be said for not having to hide it anymore."

Vesper inclines their head to him. "Exactly. I just want to be me."

"It would be hypocritical of me to argue with that."

"It would," Vesper agrees cheerfully.

"I don't suppose you're feeling in a sharing enough mood to explain the fighting pen thing?"

She laughs at that, shaking her head. "Not right now. Maybe next time I let you feed off of me, I'll tell you."

"I'll hold you to that. Am I right in assuming you don't want the rest of our cohort to know about this just yet?"

"You are. I'll tell them eventually, but for now, you're the only one who can know."

"Dangerous, trusting the vampire spawn with a secret."

"Why, Astarion, just last night you told me I could trust you," Vesper says, pressing a hand over their chest dramatically.

He rolls his eyes again. "And I don't think you believed me for a moment."

"Not true. You're here, aren't you? Seeing this." She spreads her wings once more, enjoying the freedom to stretch them out while she can.

Astarion blinks and then glances away. "So I am. Well." He doesn't seem to know what to say to that, and Vesper figures she's pushed him enough for one moment.

She sighs and works her spell once more, hiding the wings, turning her eyes back to mundane brown. It feels worse now, than it did before, and she resolves that she's going to tell the rest of the group soon. And anyone else they encounter will just have to deal with it.

She's free of the pens now, and she doesn't plan to spend the rest of her life hiding. However long that might be. But for today, they have things to do. A druid to find, goblins to kill, and who knows what else.

It feels good to have someone know, though. To have at least one person see her. Vesper would not have assumed it would be Astarion, but somehow it works. It feels right in an odd way.

They're not going to delude themself that this is going to be some kind of turning point where she and Astarion become best friends and start sharing all their secrets, but...it's a start. It's something.

And Vesper has learned to take what she can get.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion #tavstarion #eventually anyway #noah oc: vesper #noah plays with words #the fantastical multiverse mod dropped and vesper got a whole new glow up #now they're a she/they aasimar #and yeah i know most aasimar can manifest their wings in the game mechanics #but i'm taking some liberties for the feelings

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brekitten · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Danny Fenton, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain Characters: Danny Fenton, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown Additional Tags: no beta we die like danny, Fentonic 2024 (Danny Phantom), Eventual Dead Silent, Childhood Friends Series: Part 2 of Cat Soulmates Fentonic 2024 Spoilers Summary:

Danny was desperate. Sam and Tucker were in danger, and he only knew of one person that would help. So long as she didn't try to kill him first.

Locked Out | Childhood Friends

Day 2! @catnek-writing-things

#fentonic2024 #childhood friends #dpxdc #dead silent #eventually anyway #danny fenton #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #this is gonna be a full fic at some point #no i don't know when #its a work in progress #you can pry dead silent from my cold dead hands

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monty-glasses-roxy · 10 months

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More scribblin'!

Featuring, many Roxy's, Vanny, Gryphon Chica, a few Bonnie's and me drawing another test for the Mini Music Man updated body shape for New Management and other such AUs. Oh and an Inscryption AU Roxy that I'll never do anything with but doodle cause she looks cool in it.

#fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #fnaf vanny #glamrock bonnie #mini music men #pop rox draws #I'm slowly working up to doodling with reckless abandon again #i miss that it was really fun #highly recommend it #things will probably get clearer as i get back into it btw #eventually anyway

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elavoria · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @wispstalk and @sheirukitriesfandom, thank you! I tag @nostalgic-breton-girl, @dirty-bosmer, @boethiahspillowbook, and whoever else wants to join. : )

Have an exchange between Isanna and Daeran, after he’s not only suggested that she ought to have killed Hulrun, but also poked fun at her for being attracted to him:

Their eyes locked in a battle of wills, and she began to wonder why she had agreed to let Daeran accompany her. He opened his mouth to make what was almost certain to be another snide remark, but before he could speak, she said in Celestial, “{That’s enough, Daeran.}” He stared at her in disbelief, then blinked and asked in an affectedly patronizing tone, “What makes you think I can understand that pious drivel you’re spouting?” “{You’d be an odd aasimar if you couldn’t,}” she pointed out. “{Or do you hate your heritage so much that you’ve forcibly forgotten the language that is your birthright?}” His brows furrowed, and as a frown darkened his elegant features, she couldn’t help but smile slightly: he was trapped, and he knew it. “Perhaps I have,” he said in a far less self-assured voice, but after another moment his bright eyes flashed and he added defiantly, “{You’d rebel against your nature too if it were only ever used to shame you.}” Their eyes locked again, but this time sympathy pooled within her, and she said gently, carefully, “{I do care about you, Daeran. I want you to know that.}” He simply stared at her, uncertain what to make of her words, then said, “{Yes, I’m sure you do… tormenter mine.}”

#pathfinder #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #daeran arendae #my writing #my oc #isanna #text post #i am not a daeran expert but once this came to me it wouldn't let me go #they are decidedly frenemies... but ultimately they have each other's back and they know that #eventually anyway

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starswallowingsea · 5 months

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watching the fact checking james somerton video and its wild how this guy just invented homophobia to get mad about like there isnt a ton of homophobia out there to get mad at instead. why are you inventing more

#and why are you spreading anti gay propaganda!!!#also i didnt realize he did the romanticization of abuse in ks video i liked that video but alas #i will probably go back for it and find the sources or see if someone else has #eventually anyway #shay speaks

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gerec · 1 month

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Fandom: X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Kurt Marko, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Kurt Marko Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, 1950s, Mpreg, Age Difference, Pre-Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Omega Erik Lehnsherr

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Pregnant and newly married to the much older Kurt Marko, Erik finds himself adjusting to life as a rich man's spouse. A wedding reception with Kurt's society friends gives Erik a glimpse of what's to come.

Part 2 of The Innocence We Lose

Yes I continue to write fics for super rare and random pairings huzzah!

#gerec writes #erik/kurt marko #and eventually #probably some cherik #this is the fic where Erik is like one of the New York socialites in the 2nd season of Feud #eventually anyway #he's got to figure out how to fit into that world #vipers in our midst #the innocence we lose

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gjdraws · 2 years

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May I interest u in Chozen/Johnny this fine day

#chozen/johnny #cobra kai #the karate kid #idk man i felt like drawing them in haori hakama dunno what to say #Daniels (not) evil exes and down to fite boys #anyway #leaves this here bc i like the lighting and drapert #chozen toguchi #johnny lawrence #catch me drawing rarepairs #next up johnny/bobby #eventually anyway #*drapery #lawguchi

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drawnbadly-blog · 2 months

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Hellish Bells

Chapter 5: Dinner Date 1

Charlie was smiling as she slid the beautiful ballgown dress over her head. She had been going over accessories in her head as she matched up gloves and a dainty set of slips. She wished her feet weren’t so flat! If they weren’t, she could wear ALL KINDS of beautiful pumps! Maybe she could commission some more decorative flats? Oh, but now she needed to find those cute hair bows that her mom had given her at her 500th birthda-

“Charlie!” The soft shout caught her attention. She pulled the ballgown all the way down her body to find Vaggie standing in front of her, naked. “I think you’re overthinking this, Char.”

“What do you mean?” Charlie had no clue on what Vaggie was talking about.

“Charlie, it’s dinner. I don’t think we need to be dressed to the nines for it.”

“No, it’s not just a dinner.” Charlie skipped over to her dresser where she’d put the invite and pointed to the specific wording. “It’s a dinner date .”

“Whatever.” Vaggie stretched as she turned and rummaged through her panty drawer. “Don’t expect me to dress up that much.”

“But…” Charlie let loose her most dramatic pout. “But Vaaaaaggie~”

“No.” Charlie could see the blush on Vaggie’s face even as she held firm. Before Charlie could keep applying pressure, Vaggie whipped out a pair of panties and bra. A matching pair.

Charlie gave Vaggie a sly smile. “No fancy dressing, huh?”

Vaggie did a double-take at the undergarments she selected. Her face entirely red now, Vaggie said, flustered, “Pure coincidence.”

“Aw. So you aren’t dressing up for me?” Charlie felt really clever with that turnaround.

“Wha-I, I mean, I could…”

“Great!” Charlie took off the ballgown, leaving her in her frilly underwear and soft, lacy bra. She then rushed over to Vaggie’s closet. “Now, I think wearing that gown you wore for our third anniversary would work best.”

“Charlie, I said we didn’t have to dress nice for Alastor,” Vaggie insisted.

“You don’t have to dress nice for Alastor,” Charlie confirmed. She asked, “What about me? Would you dress nice for me?”

Vaggie looked completely taken off-guard. The redness never leaving her face, she marched over to Charlie and wrestled the gown from her. She said, “Yeah, I’d do it for you.” Vaggie sighed and grumbled, “You’d better be willing to sit on my face later.”

Charlie grabbed Vaggie in a tight hug. “Of course!”

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In the end, they came to a compromise. Charlie did not wear her ballgown. No, instead Vaggie had gotten her to settle for one of their regular going-out clothes: a sleek deep blue maxi dress with a cute fascinator hat and her favorite slips, hair loose under the hat. Vaggie had convinced her not to wear gloves. Charlie refused to give up a hat for the occasion.

Vaggie, in turn, had dressed up from the outfit she normally wore. As she didn’t actually have many ‘nice’ clothes, her choices were more limited. Which is how she ended up in the red and black plaid sundress with the matching red bow with black wedge shoes that they reserved for picnics. Charlie couldn’t help but to giggle at the matching colors, to which Vaggie simply sighed and said, “Let’s get this over with.”

Now they were standing in front of the door up to Alastor’s tower. The whole tower was an entirely self-contained apartment that he had fashioned as he saw fit. Why he always wanted the forest connected to his main room no one really understood. Maybe she could ask him about it?

“Are we…supposed to knock?” Vaggie asked hesitantly. “When did he want us here?”

Charlie pulled out the invite card again. “Well, it doesn’t have a time. So, I guess?”

Apparently Vaggie was feeling more impatient as she reached out and knocked. Or, at least, she tried to. Just as her knuckle was touching the door, it opened.

“Ah! There you two are! I was starting to wonder if I should have specified a time!” Alastor waved them in, blocked from view by the door. Vaggie kept herself between Alastor and Charlie as they entered. They were moving to go up the stairs in front of them to the main living area but found them stopped by Alastor suddenly appearing in front of them. “We will not be going up there tonight, dear ladies!” He directed them to a doorway that had been blocked from view by him and the door. “Please, come this way!”

Charlie followed his shadow, Vaggie dodging around her to, again, use herself as a buffer between the other two. They walked through a little kitchenette area that was squeaky clean, almost sterile-looking, even as it smelled divine, out into a small dining area.

This room was different. Not what Charlie was expecting. It was very…human. Homey.

Green and yellow patterned wallpaper covered all the walls, crown molding and various craftsman designs on the walls and ceiling. There was a simple wooden table surrounded by four simple chairs. A china cabinet was nestled next to the doorway where some delicate-looking plates and cups sat on display. A grandfather clock ticked away against the other wall. Next to the clock was a small table with a record player and a radio that was playing soft jazz tunes.

“Wow. This is actually pretty cool,” Vaggie said, a compliment a good way to start out the evening in Charlie’s opinion.

“Why thank you!” Alastor stayed in the kitchen. “Pardon me as I fetch our dinner. I left it in the oven to keep warm and the icebox to keep cool. Please, feel free to sit down. No need to wait for me. I amthe host after all!”

Vaggie gave Charlie a Look. Silently they made a bet as they both sat down, Vaggie’s back turned to the kitchen while Charlie sat to her left. There was no need for words; it was a standard bet between them when they went out together.

“Ah ha!” Alastor’s tentacles reached out of the kitchen, reaching around Vaggie and setting various dishes on the table. “I hope you two have big stomachs!”

The tentacles withdrew to reveal a veritable smorgasbord of food: a cake that she was pretty sure was pineapple but it was upside-down; a plate of potatoes, egg yolk, and what looked like butter with some pepper dashed on top styled in a swirling baked shape; two roasts of some kind of bird with bits of cranberry and oranges scattered on the platter; and a creamy soup with what looked like pomegranates and chives mixed in.

“Wow! Alastor, this looks GREAT!” Charlie turned from the table to the kitchen. “Did you bake all of this yourself?”

“Of course!” Alastor entered the dining room and said, “These are some of my favorite foods from when I was alive. I don’t have much opportunity to pull out the oven mitts and get to work! Thank you two lovely ladies for giving me an excuse.”

Charlie’s attention was caught by his outfit. It, again, was strangely human. Not the same flashy suit that he normally wore. This was more comfortable yet high-class. A simple black and white pinstriped suit which matched perfectly with his eyepiece. He had a different cane, this one with a silver topper, and now she noticed in the corner a little umbrella stand with various canes in it, including his favored radio cane. As she was looking him over, he looked the two of them over.

“I was hoping you would take this invitation seriously,” Alastor said. “I don’t misuse words, and I’m glad you caught my wording.”

“Oh, yeah, we definitely…caught that,” Vaggie stuttered insincerely. Charlie would have to tease her about it later. It felt good to have been proven correct!

“So then…” Alastor skirted around Vaggie and sat in the seat next to Charlie.

“Dang it!” Charlie fussed. Looked like she was wearing that plug tonight.

“Is there something wrong, my dear?” Alastor asked, looking between the victorious Vaggie and the disappointed Charlie.

“What? Wrong? Me? Oh no, no, nothing’s wrong,” Charlie covered, taking unusual interest in the potato things. “This is potato, right?”

Alastor let her switch the topic. “Sharp eye! Yes, it is. Duchess potatoes! Mimsy could never get enough of them at our dinner parties.”

Alastor began explaining each dish as they served and ate them: its background, ingredients, and where he used to eat it when he was alive. Vaggie, forgetting her distrust, began discussing the different ways to bake. She had been the one to bake for the hotel before Niffty came after all. Vaggie hadn’t had any opportunity to talk shop with anyone which is why Charlie was SO HAPPY that her and Alastor were bonding.

Apparently she made it too obvious as it caught their attention. They both were looking at her, confused.

“Charlie?” they both said at the same time. They exchanged glances; Alastor gave Vaggie a toothy grin, to which Vaggie blew out a suddenly frustrated breath and looked away.

Alastor laughed. “My goodness, we let the conversation get away from us! Poor Charlie must feel rather left out.”

“I was really enjoying watching you two talk!” Charlie said cheerily. “Is there anything else you two want to talk about? That won’t lead to an argument? Hmmmmm?”

Vaggie’s eye narrowed at Alastor. “No.”

“And that’s my cue to change the topic!” Charlie said before Vaggie could elaborate. Taking one last nibble of what was duck, she asked, “So, Alastor, why didja wanna have this dinner?”

Alastor blinked, then laughed. “Oh Charlie, don’t you understand?” He said like it was obvious, “We’re on a date!”

Oh. Yeah, she’d pointed that out earlier to Vaggie. Right. That was a stupid question.

Vaggie snorted. “Yes, a ‘date’.”

“Don’t be like that Vaggie!” Charlie elbowed Vaggie when she tried to turn her back to Alastor. “You were having fun until you thought about it.”

“Yeah, when I thought about it! Charlie! It’s Alastor . It’s all an act!”

“Being distrustful of the host is very unbecoming of you, Vagatha,” Alastor tsked.

“Whoever the HELL started that thing with my name being Vagatha is going to die SEVERAL more times,” Vaggie growled.

“Oh my! How violent!” Alastor leaned towards Vaggie, his form shifting subtly to be more monstrous. “ Would you like some help? ”

Vaggie frowned, then admitted, “I might actually take you up on that.”

Well, at least they weren’t sniping at each other like normal.

Hoping to distract from the violence, Charlie asked, “What do we do now?”

“Hm? Do you mean after-dinner entertainment?” Alastor asked in turn.

“I mean, yeah,” Vaggie decided to add in. “It was a ‘date’, right?”

“ Dinner date,” Alastor emphasized.

“You can’t pull that shit on us. You’re making us stick with you, so you’re stuck with us. We don’t disappear after we eat. So, what are we doing?” Vaggie leaned back, staring him down and daring him to deny them.

Charlie was amazed to find that Alastor was caught off-guard. His eyes were wide, looking around in a mild panic, his nails digging into the table at the unfamiliar feeling. Clearly he really did think he could shove them out the door.

Charlie decided to take some playful pity on him. “What did you used to do when you and Mimsy went out to your parties?”

Alastor’s gaze snapped to her, and she felt the momentary panic immediately vanish as his smile reassumed itself on his face. “Ah, yes! I know just the thing!” He got up. “Please stand to the side as I clear the room.”

Not needing to be asked twice, the two women got up and stood back against the wall. Alastor nodded, clapped-

And everything in the room vanished into shadows.

“I didn’t know you could do that! Take things into the shadows like that!” Charlie marveled. “Where did it all go?”

“I merely moved it upstairs,” Alastor said. “We needed the room. And you did, indeed, know. Remember when you came to me when you accepted my proposal?”

“ Tricked into it,” Vaggie muttered under her breath.

“Right! I forgot!” Charlie took a step into the open room. “What are we doing?”

Alastor’s smile turned genuine as he tapped the top of his radio with his hand. A spark raced through it, suddenly turning the music to a fast, old-timey tune. It was VERY catchy and made Charlie want to dance. Her ‘want’ solidified into an ‘actually happening’ when Alastor took her hand and began dancing with her. It was similar to the song and dance that she vaguely remembered from when he first entered their lives.

Vaggie stood, unimpressed. “Yeah, that’s nice for you guys and all, but I-”

“Feeling left out? Very well then!” He let go of Charlie momentarily, one hand touching the radio and the other reaching out and grabbing Vaggie’s arm. As she squawked in protest and the music changed to a more frantic tone, he exclaimed, “Time to switch to a more festive dance!”

Charlie was barely keeping up. She was sure Vaggie wasn’t thinking anymore either; Charlie could see her dancing out of the corner of her eye and there were no more complaints. She looked up at Alastor to find a very pleasant sight.

The genuine smile was shining more brightly than ever, his eyes were closed in joy, and he was humming the tune as they all danced together to it. It made Charlie feel something inside, seeing it. And she wasn’t sure what it was.

#charlie x vaggie x alastor #charlie has two hands #chaggistor #romance #eventually anyway #bananarama is a word #hazbin hotel

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