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⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

I managed to finish this despite, ya know, the aforementioned: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

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「warnings/promises: Alastor x CupidFemReader, broken bones, feet washing, normal sized Luci, you know the outfit in my PFP? You’re wearing that but soft purple and the bottom half is ambiguous because idk baby whatever you feel best in it’s your story, Husk has a bad time, Alastor has a bad time, You have a bad time, Charlie has a great time 👌🏼, not choking」

Minors this one is chill but the next two imma need you to Dni 💋 ♥️ 🧹lovingly

You had made a mistake, yes, but Hell? Really?

Sure, you had dropped an arrow into the water supply of a nunnery which did lead to some unholy behaviors. But! The nuns seemed quite happy. Wasn’t that the point?

Tossing you to Hell through a hastily opened portal was honestly unprofessional. You ended up dropping three stories, upside down, in front of a butcher's shop.

In the seconds between Sera telling you, ‘You can return when you’ve made a sinner believe in true love.’ and Lute kicking you square in the chest through the hell door, you thought it wouldn’t be so hard. True, you couldn’t use your arrows as that wouldn’t be “true love” and also too easy, even gods weak to your shots, but ultimately sinners were still human. Humans were pushovers! Pliable, gentle at their hearts, desiring love and tenderness. How bad could the naughty ones be?

And then you landed shoulder first onto the pavement. It hurt. Things didn’t hurt in heaven…

Your arrows scattered, quiver spilling when you inverted. Wincing, you scrambled to grab as many as were within reach. Your right shoulder was burning, a new sensation.

You counted them by name as you gathered: Eros, Agape, Philia, Pragma, Philautia, Ludus, Storge… panic.

ErosAgapePhiliaPragmaPhilautiaLudusStorge— Mania wasn’t there. Arguably the arrow that caused you the most trouble, the sting of Mania would cause a madness that led to obsessive behaviors, possessiveness, jealousy.

Pulling yourself up, arrows clutched in one hand, the other holding the place near your collar was throbbing, your eyes were frantic in their search.

“What’s this?”

You finally looked up from the sidewalk, a man’s back to you before he turned. Bile rose and burned your throat as he pulled Mania from where it had pierced his chest pocket.

His eyes, shades of red heaven didn’t even entertain, made a simple trip from the arrow's head to your face.

The man went so still you thought for a moment he was a hologram, but you could see the tiniest rise and fall of his chest. A deer facing down a bright light, he remained frozen in place as you began to approach him.

“Excuse my manners, but that’s mine and I really need it back.” Your injured arm moved first and the pain made you see white, a cry so sharp people turned to look. He snapped back to his senses, and with an odd sound you couldn’t quite place, he seemingly disappeared into the ground.

Mania was left behind, shining smugly against the dirty pavement. You didn’t want to make a reach for it, fear flooding you. You’d never felt pain before.

You’d seen it in humans, but never in your existence had you experienced it. Would both arms hurt?

You let the left hand abandon its guarding place and grabbed the errant arrow. Tucking into an alley, you crouched and returned the arrows to their quiver with immense difficulty.

Okay, yes it was Hell but maybe you were a little paranoid. A sense of being watched wouldn't leave you even after you re-emerged from the darkness of the alley.

The enormity of your task set in as you surveyed the area. You, an obviously heavenly creature even without your wings out on display, would need time to make anyone believe in any form of love. Where would you go in the meantime? And now injured for the first time in your life? How long would that need to mend?

Expanding your view, you saw the currently defunct doomsday countdown hovering above the embassy. Perfect, holy ground would atleast keep you safe for the night, which was falling with a malignant speed.

They couldn’t have given you some time to change? Or pack a set of clothes? Your short sleeved button up a (literally) glowing shade of white was attracting too much attention, golden sandals now cloudy from various fluids across Pentagram city’s streets. Your heart shaped overalls a powdered purple, you looked like an adult child among a sea of very tired professionals.

When you got to the embassy you only had one good arm to open the heavy doors, which unfortunately didn’t budge. Perhaps you needed two? Trying to muster up some adrenaline, you began to pant. Deep breaths like the women in labour you sometimes worked your magic on.

As soon as you gripped the handle you saw something that made you jump back, muscles flexing around whatever damage you’d done in your body from the fall. A large black snake? Some demonic squid’s appendage? Something unholy grabbed hold of the handle as soon as you had and gave such a tug the doors violently shook.

You spun around to the dark neighborhood behind you. Nothing. Turning back the thing was gone. And so was all of your hope. It was locked. The tears were unwanted and unnecessary, but just-- you were hurting so much, you were dirty, you were alone, and now essentially homeless.

If there was ever a reason to cry, you decided to let yourself have this one.

The lamplights flickered and the entire street went pitch black. Because of course it did.

Hyperventilating now entirely without intention, you watched as one light to the left popped on with a static buzz. Desperate to be out of the darkness you ran to the spotlight. As soon as your foot entered the beam, the light beside it lit up. Your eyes wandered to heaven above, were they helping you? Had you not been entirely abandoned?

Of course! Yeah. They sensed you at the doors and sent off some guidance. How silly of you. Relief washed over you as you ran through the lights until your foot left one spotlight but the next hadn't popped on.

Twirling back to the embassy, you saw all of the lights shut off in succession behind you.

Just you and the one lamp now, and the glow of some TVs in the shop window to the right. What was the meaning of this?

That weird sound you heard earlier but couldn’t place… electricity but dusty and barely contained. Your gaze was drawn to the radio in the shop window in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it until it buzzed to life. It lit up faintly, dial turning on its own until a high and smooth voice rang out, “Looking for your way to heaven? You’re in luck! The Hazbin Hotel is now accepting any and all willing to find redemption!”

This must have been the message, I mean, heaven was never good at being subtle.

“Just make your way to the left and toward the looming building atop the hill!”

Your head turned to your left and then up slightly. Bathed in red and white lights stood a behemoth of a building on the edge of a cliff.

Head still facing the hotel, your eyes flitted back to the radio.

“Reception is open 24 hours a day!”

You touched your arm, then patted at your pockets. Not a wallet or ID card on you. You were the 17th Cupid incarnation, why would you have a fucking ID card? But didn’t those places need such things? You’d seen every romcom earth had ever produced. There was always some issue with hotel check ins.

“Not a red cent needed! We literally do not care who you are!”

Oh. Wait. Was this a trap?

“Created by the Lucifer Morningstar’s daughter! A foolish young woman who genuinely believes in reforming sinners!”

Lucifer?? The former angel, yes, but the word angel carried much more weight now. Perhaps he would have a modicum of pity given your circumstances.

You took an unsteady foot forward and toward the hotel when the street lights all buzzed back to life.

The path to the hotel was long, many demons stopping you on your way but quickly losing interest after a second or two of pestering you. You gave a silent prayer to the archangels for that blessing.

It must have been nearly 1am when you finally made it to the hotel’s doors. When you entered you found an empty reception desk and a poorly written note:

Before the bell’s hammer even hit the metal, a man popped up from behind the counter.

The man.

The man you shot with Mania.

“Welcome to th-,”

You were outside and leaving the awning before he could finish, but just as quickly as you left he appeared in front of you, “Still missing your manners?”

He blocked your path with his remarkable size. Why were demons so tall? What was the use of it?

“Deer got your tongue?” He bent over unnaturally at the waist.

“What?”

“Would you like-,” he began.

You walked around him and down the driveway. He moved briskly beside you, slowly growing larger and larger until his body was several stories tall and entirely blocking the gates of the premises.

A horror. Hell was full of horrors.

He crouched, large toothy smile now baring down at you.

If you stabbed him in the eye with an arrow, which would cause the least trouble? It was a rule to never give a double love bite but this was a dire situation.

But if you were sent to hell for a little nun love fest, what would purposefully stabbing a sinner do?

He rapidly shrank, hands coming to his front to catch a summoned microphone…Cane? Staff?

“You’re injured. Just, come back inside. I promise I don’t bite without consent.” His head cocked to the side, a quiet, “Usually” tacked on.

We’re you visibly hurt? How bad was it? You looked past him to where sounds of yelling and music were rolling up the hill.

“You don’t have many options, angel.” He hissed the word through clenched teeth. Disgust almost seemed to lace his voice, but why, then, was he offering help?

“Not an angel. Cupid. Different.” Kind of. You gave the quiver a shake.

“Ah yes. That explains why you shot at me earlier.” A large hand came to your side and directed you to turn back around. He kept it there, pushing softly to keep you moving.

“I didn't shoot you.”, You huffed, crossing your arms before doubling over in pain. He stopped walking, hand resting now against your spine. Regaining your composure, you continued towards the hotel lobby, “My arrows fell out and…you caught one. With your body.”

“My pocket made quite the lucky catch. Now!” He snapped, a key appearing and floating into his hand with a sparkle of neon green, “Let’s get you to a room and cleaned up.”

“Do you work here?” You asked as he escorted you to one of the upper floors. The room was surprisingly clean and well decorated. You had expected a dingy highway motel. And while the room was largely dark wood and rich colors, it wasn’t as offensive as the rest of hell had been.

“Ah! My my, forgive me! I am Alastor, the radio demon and hotel manager here.” He bowed and offered his hand for you to place yours in. You did so without thinking, and he kissed your knuckles once but his mouth lingered over your flesh. Eyes half lidded, he glanced back up at you, “It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

There was no way to reverse Cupid’s arrows. Not by force. Love could only die by the hands of the ones who held it. Others could definitely bruise it, but ultimately it was up to the beholder. Mania was a little different, obsession could be dispelled by shattering whatever illusion the holder felt.

If the holder thought someone was the epitome of genteel chastity then a show of wanton sexuality could break the spell. If someone was convinced the object of their desire was very smart and savvy then acting ignorant could make the obsession fall flat. But there was no indication he had any illusions of you. Not yet, atleast.

Mania was now his, and he would keep it in his heart until he lost it or killed it. He could, technically, be possessed by, and be in the possession of, Mania for eternity. A sinner had never been shot before, that you knew of.

He didn’t noticeably react as you took back your hand. With a hum, he snapped again and you found a chair pulled up behind you and knocking into the back of your knees. You fell into the plush armchair, watching a metal basin of steaming water slide against your feet.

“Excuse you— ExcUU-,” you pulled your legs back but he pulled harder, Alastor removing your dirty shoes and tossing them off to the side like trash.

“You can't clean yourself with that broken collar bone. Allow me.” His hand gripped your ankles and dunked both into the water, “I insist.”

“It’s broken? How could I break a collarbone…,” the humor wasn’t lost on you, sinner washing holy feet, but your focus was entirely on the concept of a broken bone.

“Falling twenty five feet head first, apparently.” Alastor rubbed soap into your calves.

“But I don’t break.” What happened to you, what had that kick into hell done? “You saw me? Also, that isn’t dirty.” you pointed at your calf.

“Peripherally.”

Did he mean the dirt or witnessing the fall? You sat in silence while he hummed, returning your feet to their original color.

“Now,” he rose, patting his hands dry on a small towel, “Unbutton your top.”

Your expression was apparently quite loud, Alastor putting his hands up quickly, “Not like that. I’ve no interest in that sort of thing. I need to see your shoulder and upper chest.” He waited patiently, staring at you the entire time. His smile was so wide, teeth yellow and sharp. Unsettling.

He really did look like he could eat you. You’d heard of such demons.

You slipped off the straps of your overalls, and began to open your shirt. He did away with the water, coming to kneel directly to your right as he watched. You couldn’t see anything without some kind of mirror. If it was bruised or swollen, it was out of your line of sight. Long clawed hands came to the front and back of your shoulder, pressing inward. You pulled away, a firm grip now as his right hand held at the left side of your waist.

“Are you a doctor?” Hotel manager and doctor would be an unlikely combo, but the day had been odd from start to finish.

A shake of the head, “But when I was alive, I did have quite a lot of experience with the inner workings of anatomy.” You grimaced, how could he say such sinister things with such a lovely voice? “Maybe not broken. But I’d say at least a fracture. Perhaps your heavenly body didn’t take full damage. It hurts when you move your arm, correct?” You nodded.

He hummed, another click of his fingers and a fabric unfurled into his waiting hands. “Take it all the way off so I can set this.”

You were exhausted. The pain was gnawing at your nerves. No more fight in you, you just wanted rest, so you slipped off the shirt entirely and let him wrap your arm up into a simple sling. You were surprised his hands were so warm. Demons seemed like they’d be cold to the touch. Like lizards or pearls.

When he finished, you sitting in the large chair with your arm wrapped in a silky black sling, no shirt, and pastel purple heart-shaped overalls folded down your torso, you considered having another cry. You felt your chin tremble. You couldn’t recall ever crying from sadness before today.

It was just a mistake. You hadn’t meant to drop your arrow. Why were the archangels so angry? What’s some sex between nuns?

Alastor bristled, hand coming to your cheek. It was an unwelcome gesture. You batted his hand away with your only free one, but he just sighed and set it on your thigh. You pushed it off, shooting him a glare. The audacity.

You thought you saw his eye twitch.

With what little energy was left in, you stood and open the door for him, “You have been very kind and helpful. Thank you very much. You can leave now.” Oh, right, “Please.”

He stood, pausing as he passed you. He was so tall. Shoulders wide. You felt your heart rate pick up. Even with two good collarbones you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight.

Alastor leaned down to your level, you backing up and into the door, “Until the morning.”

When he said it you had thought he was just going about formalities. But he wasn’t. You awoke some hours later to a knock. When you opened the door he was looming in your doorway again.

You tried to close the door but he put his foot in the gap, then a strong hand wrapped around the door’s edge and he pushed his way into the room.

You sputtered, arm flailing a little as you choked on which reaction to give first. You were undressed, in just your under things.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself further when you get dressed. I’ll undo the sling and help.” Closing the door he then spun back around to face you, smile as bright as it was earlier that same day.

“No! Absolutely not! Leave! Please!”

As he guided your arm through the shirt, you struggled to process what had happened. One minute you were indignant and stubborn and then he was so close to you, hands warm and gentle, and then already he was untying the sling and your shirt was just there and-

“See? Wasn’t that easy? No harm in accepting help.” Alastor looked you over from top to bottom.

“Accepting? What part of any of that did I accept.” You stood bottomless in a button up, trying to get the overalls from the hanger with just your left hand. His chest pressed into your back, nearly forcing you to fall into the armoire, to assist you.

“The part where you didn’t actively fight me. I think we can call that acceptance until you learn better.” His words shook through your ribs and to your front.

Annoyance rose in your chest, what was he thinking? Humans had no right to touch you let alone a sinner. “You’re an eldritch horror, please back away from the divine creature before you.” Alastor laughed, backing away with the clothes in his hands. Hand out, you motioned for him to pass it over. He tossed it on the floor, and took a seat on the bed with crossed legs. “Oh, I see. You’re an asshole. Perfect.” Pretense gone, manners not needed.

You grabbed it with your left hand and managed to get both legs into it before slinking it up and onto your left shoulder. While you tried to figure out how to do the right side, realizing the flaw in your order of processes, Alastor leaned over and unhooked the left strap, overalls falling to the carpet with a soft thud.

You stood there for several moments, staring at him with purple fabric pooled around your ankles, him staring at you with a shiteating grin.

After finally getting dressed, preferring to not think about how, you were followed down to the lobby.

“Breakfast?” He asked, you both in the elevator as he hadn’t gone more than three feet from you since he entered your bedroom.

“No, no appetite. I need to find Lucifer.” You were sure he could help somehow. Somehow he could do….something. Details about Lucifer’s powers and abilities, his strengths and skills were all kept hush-hush. But if nothing else, you could find someone who understood your position.

Your hand was being vigorously shaken before the elevator doors even closed behind you. Charlie Morningstar was not what you expected. Chipper and bright, she was bursting with energy.

“Gentle, Charlie. Our dear Cupid is injured.” Alastor’s hand came to the small of your back. You reached back with your left hand and knocked it off of you.

“Like, the real actual cupid?!” Charlie’s eyes were shining, you could almost see the hearts floating up around her face. You felt Alastor’s hand again, now on your hip. You took three steps to the right, slipping from his fingertips.

“Yes, that is exactly what I-.” You were cut off, Charlie launching into a speech about sinners and heaven and redemption and so much more you couldn’t process.

The energy she gave us was very angelic, which was confusing. Until you saw her father entering the common area.

The most hated creature in all of creation. Your best hope for a tiny sliver of comfort.

Alastor’s hand reached for yours, fingers trapping your wrist and stopping you from approaching the king of hell.

You shook your arm. His hold stayed. You tugged. He was unaffected, talking to Charlie now about your injury as if you weren’t right there.

As Cupid, or at least as a cupid, you weren’t physically strong. You really weren’t meant to exist for a long time, just for as long as your body held up to repeated trips to the human realm. But, in heaven, you were never capable of being harmed. And of course, on earth, you weren’t really corporeal so no harm could come to you. You weren’t built for tug of war with a 7 foot tall demon.

“Mr. Devil! Sir!” You waved your foot, shouting out to the normal sized man. As he saw you, his eyes widened, “Hello there! Sorry to be a bother, I’m from heaven and-” You jerked your hand free, power walking to Lucifer, “I’m here on punishment. It’s a pleasure to meet another member of Elysium’s caretakers. Former or otherwise.”

Flustered, Lucifer fumbled with his phone before dropping it. “Oh! Shit! H-hello!”

You reached down to retrieve it for him, seeing black and red shoes behind you as you did.

“What — why are you here?” Lucifer was looking at Alastor now, which was great news because for a second you thought he was talking to you. A sneaking feeling leaked into your chest that heaven hadn’t actually told him you were coming.

“Just keeping an eye on my guest! As you can see she got injured and I’ve taken to the task of her safety while she’s in hell.”

“No one asked him to do that, sir.” Your smile was strained, you could feel Alastor’s shoulder was touching yours. You looked to where you were connected and then back to Lucifer, “Are all sinners like this?”

“Honestly? Yes. They’re all pretty terrible.” Lucifer sighed, “What did you do?”

A cold sweat, “Misused an arrow. I can’t leave hell until I make a demon who doesn’t already believe in true love…believe in it.”

“Oh no! That’s— you’re gonna be here awhile.” Lucifer pulled at his collar in a mock attempt to release the awkward heat of the conversation. He saw you wither, and Alastor seemed to bloom, so he quickly changed pace, “But! Uhhh, you can totally do it! Charlie has some of the best of the worst here. If I can ever help, just ask!” Nervous laughter that did not put you at ease. He seemed so silly. So sweet and easily flustered.

You felt your hope dash for a second time in less than a day. How long would you be in hell? How long was awhile?

“She is my responsibility now. She won’t be needing anything from you, your majesty.”

A darkness came over you as the two demons began to bicker. You now had your own obsessed shadow; a large and creepy sinner following you around. How on earth could you get close enough to a demon to complete your task? Convincing someone of true love would require trust and time. This would be impossible with Alastor attached to your side.

You spent the first week in hell in the hotel. Everytime you got the courage to leave and explore the areas outside, you’d find yourself shadow portaled “back to safety” by Alastor. It was like the human film ‘Groundhog Day’, always starting over back in the lobby.

No matter where you went in the hotel, he was either beside you or where you had been headed. You saw the sky less often than Alastor’s grin and you couldn’t stand it. You took to hiding, leaning against darkened stairwell corners and sitting on the floor of the ladies restroom.

It bought you a little time to yourself, but the second you moved he was there again. Asking if you were a lost little doe, hand reaching for your waist to pull you near him, red eyes threatening to swallow you whole.

Toward the end of the week, while helping you get dressed as he did daily, Alastor took a step back. “I could get you some new clothes. Cannibal town has the finest duds.” He lifted the lace that lined the top of your pocket, “You stick out. No demon is going to let you trick them into believing in true love like this.”

You could have screamed. No, no demon would even approach you with Alastor standing behind you. It absolutely wasn’t the clothes. You politely rejected the offer and went about your day.

The next morning you awoke to find your floor littered with strips of something. Flinging open the armoire you found two empty hangers. You turned back, noticing the white and purple color to the fabric confetti.

The march to Alastor’s room was easy, as it was 10 feet in front of your door. He had placed you directly across from him, because, ya know, Mania.

He clearly hadn’t expected you to leave your room in your underwear, eyes like saucers as he yanked you in.

“What in heaven are you doing?! Anyone could see you.” He hissed, closing the door with a little too much force.

“Whose fault is that?!” You seethed in return. Anger was something you rarely ever felt but he was inspiring new things in you. “Someone shredded my clothes.”

Alastor’s ears folded back, eyes looking to the left and up, “Odd. Are you sure? Maybe you accidentally threw them away.” That devilish grin you’d come to expect. He knew damn well how stupid that was.

You stomped your foot, if you had two working hands you’d try to rip his antlers off, “Are you serious?!” You turned to leave, kicking the door before attempting to open it.

A large hand pressed back on the door, slamming it shut. His breath was dropping down the back of your neck despite his considerable height, “You will not be leaving this room in such a state of undress, my dear.”

His voice was so low and close, had anyone ever spoken to you with such a commanding tone? A new feeling twitched in you. You blocked it out.

“You don’t get to make decisions for me,” said too softly.

His other hand came to press on the door, too. An arm to either side of you, trapped, as he leaned in. You pressed yourself against the door to make distance from his body.

“Oh, I absolutely do. Who is going to stop me? You?” Alastor’s voice had noticeably dropped an octave as he whispered what felt like a challenge against your hair.

Who indeed…you had no strength, an arrow would either be useless or complicate things. Lucifer seemed preoccupied and jittery. Heaven wasn’t returning your prayers.

He took your silence as an answer.

“Exactly. Now, I’ll only ask nicely once.” His hands left, warmth on your neck fading. You turned to look at him, sensing his eyes burning holes into your back.

He was holding a two piece set. Older style, 1920s American maybe. Black and burgundy. When did he have time to get this when every hour seemed to be spent near you?

“May I help you get dressed?”

You’d gotten quite close with the few residents who didn’t run at the sight of Alastor. Husk was one of them. You became fast friends, often drinking and lamenting about Alastor’s general existence as Alastor sat some 15 feet away on the sofa. Still not allowed outside the hotel gates, your second week you spent many hours at the bar talking to the surprisingly kind grump.

To your delight Alastor didn’t seem bothered by it, oddly, as long as you were in eyesight he seemed content.

You thought maybe his mania was already waning. Sure you hadn’t attempted to leave the hotel, and you hadn’t argued when he dressed you, but…Ah, hm. Fuck.

Mania can look like Love when you don't struggle against it. A fly motionless in a web can elude the spider for a little bit.

Don't push against the restraints and you can forget they are there entirely.

But push you did, accidentally. Husk was making some new cocktails, trying to enjoy himself and be creative.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He grinned.

“Good?”

He took another sip before handing the glass to you. You grabbed it, taking a taste. Sweet but a bite as it went down. Something with citrus. When you looked up from the glass, he was gone.

A choking noise from behind the bar made you stand up in your seat, eyes flying from Husk to Alastor. A glowing green leash dragging Husk across the floor, his hands desperately pulling at the collar as he struggled to breath.

“Stop!” You shouted, crawling over the bar and grabbing the chain with your good arm. You tried to pull back, to slow the choking force, but got pulled along with it. “Alastor!” You screamed as your shoulder hit the floor and sent searing pain down your arm.

You could hear Husk gasp, the green glow disappearing from past your clenched eyelids.

“Why can’t you-,” Alastor started to speak a he came to your side. Husk scurried away, crawling back from the demon. You hit the hand Alastor offered you but were surprised to see his face painted with concern.

“I said stop.” After rolling to your feet you began to march away. “Every time I find something nice in this piece of shit domain you remind me I’m in hell.”

You had almost made it to your room when a hand pulled you by the good shoulder and pushed you against the wall. It still hurt.

“Don’t you know? Sharing a drink, it’s as close to a kiss as you could get without bringing your mouth to his.”

“It was a drink, Alastor. You had no right.”

His hand settled on your throat. No grip, just a gentle placement, “I have every right.” His brows knit together in worry, in confusion. “What should I do to make you understand me?” His hand came to your chin, thumb ghosting over your lips.

“If I let you go too far, someone will surely take you. Who wouldn’t? Please. Stop pushing me so much.” His eyes were almost loving as they shined down at you. His breath was picking up. You could hear the desperation in his voice.

Those damned eyes were unrelenting in their stare into your own. There was no creature in presence or audacity in heaven like Alastor. You’d never encountered anything like him.

“Of all the Love you had to take a stray hit from, Mania really was the cruelest accident.” You held your hand at the crook of your neck, wondering if you did more damage. No, if he did more damage.

“Mania? Is that the arrow I caught? How fitting.” His finger pulled down on your bottom lip. You’d seen this movie, you’d been there for these scenes in dorm rooms and under rainy awnings, in darkened beds and sunny fields. You could move, no part of him was actually holding you physically. “Yes, maybe I am obsessed. But whose fault is that? Will you take responsibility for it?” His chest was shaking with every breath. Why didn’t you move? Just walk away. Knock off that touch as you had been doing. You hadn’t noticed how quickly you were breathing, too, until his hand was pulling your chin up and towards his face.

It only came out as a whisper, half said as it was only half meant, “don’t.”

A laugh, “At least pretend you mean it.”

Your knees came together in some desperate attempt to stop the feeling creeping up your legs and to your lap, “Apologize to Husk.”

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” His breath was so warm on your mouth, face tilted to keep his nose from hitting yours.

“What a terrible reply!” You slid down the wall and slipped under his arms, “If you shadow work your way into this room I will fuck that horny spider on camera just to spite you.” You opened your door, pausing to make sure he was still down the hall, “Angel on Angel, working title.”

Your whole body went slack, the sounds of a wild animal loose in the hallway rocking the door as you took shaky steps to the bed, paintings on the walls rattling as he did unseen damage. Sounds of an unknown, unholy animal raging just past the thin drywall.

Had you ever seen Mania work so quickly with so little fuel? Hand coming to your mouth, a burning where his finger touched you.

No one had touched your lips before. No one could ever hope to. Humans were beyond the realm of feeling you, and you didn’t allow kissing with the partners you took in heaven. Personal rule. As in, it was too personal.

The lights in your room flickered, briefly shrouding you in darkness before coming back to life.

Deja vu.

Oh.

What had he introduced himself as? The radio demon? It wasn’t heaven who brought you to the hotel. Of course not.

No. Obviously not.

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Make You Wish Chapter Four -- Vox

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter? Correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,225

Previous Part: Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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A/N I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but it seems to have some rather excited fans so here is chapter four (and the fourth thing I'm publishing today. We're very done for the day. I am tried and have actual work to do.) Also guys, I'm screaming. I accidentally deleted the whole things right before I was gonna post it. Thankfully I had a draft from when it was almost done save but like, god that sucked.

On the screen was Vox, seated behind a desk.

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been how has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence." Vox was saying, a poorly drawn image of Alastor displayed on the screen to his left.

Y/n saw Alastor's ear twitch with irritation.

"Yeah." she sighed, folding her arms across her chest, "Vox has gone kinda crazy since you left. I told you, things got tough."

"Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program." Vox said through the TV, shuffling a stack of papers.

Alastor changed the channel with another flick of his finger.

"Hun, don't worry yourself with it." Y/n advised, "He's still gonna be there tomorrow."

The new channel showed a talk-show set up, Vox-2-Nite, where Vox was both host and guest.

"So, the old Radio Demon is back in town." host Vox was saying to himself as guest.

"Why is he hanging around?" guest Vox asked, taking a sip from a mug that had 'fuck Alastor' written on the side.

"Al." Y/n warned, sensing her friends irritation growing.

"What does that mean for your family?" Host Vox asked before Alastor changed the channel again.

Vox was on the screen again, before a bright red curtain.

"Well, handily, I've got good news." he was saying theatrically, "He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostel-"

Alastor changed the channel again. This time to one of Vox's mega church broadcasts. Vox stood in the center of the screen wearing a pope's hat with an inverted cross on it.

"But the demon is a coward!" he announced, his words matching the previous channels sentiments perfectly.

"Jesus, V." Y/n asked, eyes wide, "How many channels are you running this on?"

"You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I'm visual, he's barely audible."

"Y/n." Alastor hummed, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You wont mind if I handle this quickly. We can have our little chat after, I promise. It wont take more than a moment."

"I don't know, Al..." Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot slightly, "This isn't good for you, letting him get under your skin like this."

Alastor changed the channel again. A cooking show appeared and Vox was standing before the oven, singing along to the music playing in the background.

"But he should've stayed away! While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video!"

Vox on screen turned to the oven as he sang, opening it and pulling out a deer's head on a plate. Y/n bristled at the site, her horns growing just the tiniest bit longer, her teeth just the smallest bit sharper.

"And now his medium is getting bloody rare!"

"Al?" Y/n asked sharply.

"Yes, darling?"

"I lied." Y/n turned to face him, "He took this shit musical. Rip him a new one."

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, excitedly grabbing onto Moxxie's arm, "We're gonna get a show!"

Alastor's grin widened at Y/n's words, if that was even possible. He stuck his hand out to the side, his microphone materializing in his grasp.

"Lucky for me, I've got the best voice this side of the divide on my side." he noted, shooting Y/n a look.

Her eyes flashed red.

"You flatter me."

Alastor brought his microphone to his mouth, suddenly exceedingly calm. The imps present in the room watched in shock as his ears flattened along his head.

"Salutations, good to be back on the air!" he announced into the device, "Yes I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"

Vox's brow furrowed on the TV screen as he inched up close to the camera.

"What a dated voice." Vox shot back, clearly listening to Alastor's broadcast on the set of his cooking show.

"Instead of a clout chasing, mediocre, video podcast." Alastor continued, not showing any sign he had noticed the TV demon's insult, "Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?"

"Ignore his chirping!" Vox commanded from the TV.

Y/n laughed and, turning to face Alastor, realized the man held a hand out to her. With a smile, she took it and he spun her into his arms as he spoke. The music echoed through the office as Alastor raised the volume on the TV once again.

"Every day he's got a new format."

Alastor spun Y/n back out again as the pair began dancing.

"You're looking at the future!" Vox yelled back, "He's the shit that comes before that!"

As Alastor spun Y/n back into his arms, she laid one of her hands on top of his holding the microphone and pulled it closer to her face.

"Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support?" she sang in a clear voice, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie's eyes widening with recognition at the sound, "He'd be powerless without the other Vees."

"That's true!" Alastor noted, pulling the microphone back to himself as Y/n let go of his hand and he spun her back out again.

"It can't be..." Moxxie muttered under his breath.

"Holy shit!" Millie cut him off, excitement creeping into her voice, "There's no way, Y/n is the guest star?"

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Blitzo asked, turning to Millie and Moxxie as they watched the couple continue to dance.

"Well, Sir," Moxxie began, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, "back before the Radio Demon went missing, he used to bring guests onto the show on occasion. There was one guest he never named during his broadcasts however. She mostly just sang songs and chatted with him but, she sounded an awful lot like Y/n did just now."

"You don't say." Blitzo hummed, his arms crossed as he turned back to Y/n and Alastor, "So much for little miss 'oh, my life has been so boring. You'd probably just fall asleep if I started talking about it!' She is so gonna get it later."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hand and leaned into the microphone, beginning to sing as well, using the music emanating from the TV as a base.

"And here's the sugar on the cream: he asked me to join his team!"

"Hold on!" Vox yelled.

"I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" Alastor finished, ignoring the demon once again.

"You old timey prick!" Vox exclaimed, his face glitching slightly as Y/n wandered back over to Alastor.

She leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tilting her head to the side in amusement as they watched Vox struggle.

"I'll show you suffering!"

"Aww, the TV is buffering." Y/n said, leaning into the microphone, her voice dripping with sickly sweet pity.

"I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u" Vox exclaimed as his technical difficulties seemed to grow worse.

Alastor and Y/n exchanged a wicked pair of smiles as the TV flickered out. Shadows crept from the edges of the room, encircling their feet. Alastor held an arm out to Y/n once again which she took with a smile. In a flash of darkness, they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Loona asked, stalking into the room.

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Next Part -> Chapter Five -- The Conversation

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chubs-deuce · 10 days

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Your art style is so satisfying!! I love the way you render faces!

When did you come up with the concept of Dawn?? Did you have different ideas of a charlastor fanchild before her?

sjlsdkfj thank you so much!!! ;A;

And I think I should give some insight about some of the meta context for Dawn to anyone who wasn't there for it before we go in-depth with my design choices lmfao

I received an ask about what I think a charlastor fankid would look like back in march and was basically all "yeahhh nooo I don't care about fankids so it's unlikely I'll dabble in that concept, at least I don't currently have plans for it" and it's true! I genuinely don't normally enjoy fankid stories (I have severe tokophobia and too many of these types of stories include pregnancy as a thoroughly explored topic)

However...

I ended up intrigued by the idea of the challenge that combining two characters into a completely new character presented anyways, so I ended up trying my hand at designing one after all.

This meant that when I sat down to design her, I had genuinely no prior ideas, since I didn't really think about the concept before!

I have however seen other people's fankids floating around in the past, so I had a bit of an idea of what other people designed theirs like.

And this is by no means an insult to any of them and their lovely work, but I just didn't really vibe with a lot of them, since many just kind of amount to looking like recolors of one or the other character with maybe bonus deer ears and antlers - and that works fine!!! It's a very servicable strategy!!! I just personally wanted to not fall into that same vein with my design since I personally don't vibe with that approach much, so I actually tried really hard to make Dawn look like her own character while also giving her a balanced mix of visual cues from both of her parents :'D

in-depth elaboration on my design choices under the cut! ⬇️

I for example looked at Alastor's and Charlie's ears (at least how I draw them in my art) and thus gave her ears that looked like a mix between both - more animalistic, like Alastor's, with similar coloring (except inverted), but placed on her head more like Charlie's. I also wanted it to vaguely look like goat ears when at a resting/lower position like this and more like deer ears when perked up.

Her hair is also cross between both - colors are from both, the fringe is a mix of both (in shape and how it sits on her head and around her face more like Alastor, in terms of texture and length more like Charlie).

She has a lot of Alastor's facial features in her, though her chin is a bit more rounded, her nose smaller and her mouth a bit more like Charlie's as well.

Even her colors are a more or less even combination of both characters! Here's my color palettes for all three of them and which colors I doubled from who:

I should also note that I had her adult design down first before I even started drawing her as a kid, though I think that actually added a lot to making her feel more realistic surprisingly enough?

Since I already had her key features down, that left me with a lot of room to toy around with other design aspects, and somehow kid-ifying an adult character is much more intuitive to me than designing an adult version of a kid character :o

I don't have a linear timeline order or something to any of my posts about her, but from left to right in this array of drawings I've made of her as a child her age ranges from a few months old to like? 8-9-ish?

There's no fixed outfit for her as a kid, though her adult design does feature one more specific outfit:

I wanted her clothes to reflect that she looks up to her parents quite a lot, so I gave her somewhat old fashioned looking pinstriped dress pants - the colors are taken from Alastor's pants, though inverted with added pinstripes for flavor - and once I sketched out the pockets I knew I wanted them to faintly remind of the inside of an apple, so I added white and yellow to it :D

Her blouse is meant to be a bit more flowy - less restricting than Charlie's blazer, but equally elegant.

And because her design is already red-heavy enough, I balanced it out with making the shirt dark, the shoes black/white and the bow around her neck yellow!

I think that's about everything I can say about my thought process behind her design haha

Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it, I hope it wasn't too rambly!!! If you read through the whole thing you get a cookie lmao

#charlastor fankid #charlastor fanchild #hazbin hotel oc #chubs ocs #dawn morningstar #character design #chubs answers #digital fanart #art #my art

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Deer

Summary: (Y/N) loses their patience with the prince after he throws a tantrum.

“How long do you two intend to stay for?” questioned Ciel as he, Lau, and Soma ate together and Sebastian, (Y/N), and Agni served them.

“Once we’ve taken care of our business, we will leave,” said Soma.

“That’s right. You said you were looking for someone, right?” said Lau.

“And why are you staying here as well?” demanded Ciel.

“Really, I wonder,” said Lau, being vague as usual.

“I’m looking for a woman,” said Soma. He showed the really terrible drawing. “Her name is Mina. She was a servant at my palace.”

“Sebastian, (Y/N), would you be able to look for her with that?” said Ciel.

“No,” said (Y/N) bluntly.

“But we shall endeavor to do our best,” said Sebastian.

“So, why is that woman in England?” asked Ciel.

“Mina was my personal attendant and like a caretaker to me,” said Soma. “I’ve been with her for as long as I can remember. My mother and my father paid me no heed, leaving me alone in the palace all the time, but Mina was always by my side. However, there was an English nobleman who had his eye on her, and he took her to England while I was away from the palace.”

“In other words, you came to England to get a woman back?” said Ciel.

“That’s right. I’ll definitely get her back, and then we’ll go home together,” said Soma.

“It’s an extravagant trip for just one servant,” remarked Ciel.

“It’s not extravagant!” declared Soma. He grabbed Ciel by the shoulder. “Do you understand my despair at having Mina taken away from me? Do you know how much I—!”

“I don’t,” said Ciel. “I have no idea, nor desire to know, of the despair that can be caused by something as trivial as that.” He shoved Soma away. “There are things that you cannot get back no matter how much you struggle. There is also despair that you cannot escape. You may not understand that, though.”

“Even so, I still had enough of being alone in that palace,” said Soma.

“Tch.” Ciel passed by Sebastian and (Y/N) as he left the room. “Follow them if they leave the mansion.” The demons nodded.

Sure enough, Sebastian and (Y/N) spied Agni leaving in the dead of night. (Y/N) stretched down to the parlor window and opened it to where Lau and Ciel were playing cards.

“Young Master, Agni is on the move,” said (Y/N).

“Very well. Follow—” began Ciel.

“Take me with you!” said Soma, appearing in the doorway.

“You!” said Ciel.

“I know Agni has been sneaking out after I fall asleep,” said Soma sadly. “I want to find out what he’s doing!”

Ciel sighed. “Fine.”

“Whose residence is this?” asked Soma as they watched Agni enter a large townhouse.

“A man who imports all the Indian goods he can get his hands on: Harold West,” said Ciel. “His business is coffee houses and emporiums. I met him once. He’s nothing more than a detestable rogue.”

“Some coffee houses were caught up in the inverted-hanging incidents,” remarked Sebastian. “However, no harm befell Mr. West since he was coincidentally away that day.”

“How fortunate for him,” said (Y/N), nose twitching.

“Shall we take a look, then?” said Ciel.

“Understood,” said Sebastian. He picked up Ciel under his arm and leapt over the wall, followed by (Y/N). Soma and Lau were quick to follow (But they had to climb).

The group crept quietly through the halls of the townhouse until they were outside the one lit room where voices murmured within.

“How about relaxing with a Scotch?” said West. “It’s a high-quality Scotch I bought from Justin and Brookes, who hold a Royal Warrant.” Agni didn’t move, and West sighed. “The plan up to now has been perfect. Well done, Agni. You don’t have to cause any more incidents. I’ve rid myself of my main rivals now. With your ‘Right Hand of God,’ the Royal Warrant is as good as mine.”

“Royal Warrant?” murmured Ciel. “So, that’s what this is about.”

“If I can complete this plan as you wish, can Mina—”

Agni was cut off as Soma stormed into the room at the mention of the woman. “Mina?”

“Who is that?” questioned West.

“Prince!” exclaimed Agni.

Ciel went to yell at Agni, but Sebastian pulled him back. “Young Master, your face and mine are well known. Let us sit back and watch.”

“Agni, you knew where Mina was?!” cried Soma, grabbing Agni’s collar.

“Ah, so that’s your master,” sneered West.

“You’re the one who took Mina, aren’t you?” demanded Soma. “Agni, rough this man up.” Agni didn’t move. “Agni, what are you doing?”

“Well, for now, let’s get Prince Stupid out of here,” muttered Ciel in the hall.

“But they know all of your identities,” said Lau.

“Leave it to me,” said Sebastian.

“Agni, strike this ‘prince’ and quiet him down,” ordered West.

“What?” gasped Soma.

“Agni,” pushed West.

Agni raised a hand, prepared to strike Soma, and the prince’s eyes widened in betrayal. The hand flew down.

It was caught.

Everyone’s eyes widened. A man with a deer head stood tall between the Indian men.

“What the hell?! Is that a bloody deer?!” cried West in astonishment (and a little horror).

Well, that’s a fun way to disguise yourself, thought (Y/N).

“Yes, thank you for pointing out the obvious. I am a ‘dear,’ ” said Sebastian in the deer head, clearly amused at the homonym. He bowed.

“Agni! He might be a spy!” cried West.

“No, I am merely one hell of a deer,” said Sebastian.

He loves that line, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

“Kill him!” cried West. “Or do you want that promise to go up in smoke?! Do it!”

Tears of blood dripped from Agni’s eyes. “I have only one god and master, and I decided to swing my fists for no one but him. Please forgive me for the sins I commit against you!”

“Agni, you aren’t…!” Soma watched in betrayal as Agni unwrapped his right hand, and he began to glow with power.

He lunged at Soma and Sebastian, but Sebastian picked up Soma and dodged. The wardrobe behind them shattered at Agni’s blow. The destruction continued as Sebastian jumped around the room and Agni’s blindly attacked.

“No! The crystal glass I bought from Thomas Good!” wailed West. “The Royal Worchester centerpiece! My Tiffany stained glass!”

He deserves this, thought (Y/N), grinning as they watched the man lose his material possessions.

“Looks like it’s getting a bit rough,” said Lau. He picked up Ciel, who spluttered indignantly. “Let’s go on and get out of here.”

“Put me down! (Y/N)!” cried Ciel.

“Sorry, sir, orders don’t work on me,” said (Y/N), far too amused at Lau holding Ciel to help him.

“Blood hell! Just grab the prince and escape!” said Ciel.

“Understood,” said Sebastian, leaping out the window while Ciel, Lau, and (Y/N) exited the house.

“He far surpassed the scope of a human back there,” observed Lau once they were safely back and the three men were drinking tea.

“That was the concentration technique known as Samadhi,” said Soma. “Once he gets like that, no one can touch him.”

“Samadhi?” asked Ciel.

“It’s a type of trance state,” explained (Y/N). “Through pure devotion, like that of Agni to Prince Soma, people are able to wield tremendous power. It is something we lack; the power of faither born of love and trust.”

And yet… The demons glanced at one another.

“Then why would he betray me?” sighed Soma. “Why does everyone around me disappear?!” He slammed his fists on the coffee table. He swept the teacups and tea off the table in a tantrum.

“You!” cried Ciel.

“Why is it? Why?” Soma’s shoulders shook. He ran out of the room.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as they stared at the broken porcelain on the floor.

“Oh, dear, I brought that Haviland tea set out because I thought it suited you so well…” remarked Sebastian. He smirked. “It may be a good idea for him to be redisciplined.”

“I never have liked the spoiled ones,” said (Y/N).

Sebastian roughly pulled the blanket off of Soma, throwing him to the floor.

“You rude swine!” cried Soma.

“Just who is the rude swine?” questioned Sebastian coldly. “This is the Phantomhive mansion in England. In this place, you have no authority to order me to do anything.”

“You are nothing more than a spoiled brat,” said (Y/N). “A powerless, naïve child without Agni by your side.”

“That’s right. I have nothing else left.” Soma hung his head. “I’ve lost everyone.”

“Lost? My goodness, you have a most unbelievable imagination,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “You haven’t lost anything. You never had it in the first place.”

(Y/N) leaned down towards Soma, and Sebastian recognized the demonic glint in their eye. It had been a while since he’d seen (Y/N) really lay into someone, tear their ego to pieces, and he was looking forward to it.

“Your parents gave you status. Your parents gave you a palace. Your parents gave you servants. Tell me, what of that is truly yours? Nothing,” said (Y/N). The shadows around them quivered.

“No…” murmured Soma.

“Agni, too, of course, but you lacked the courage to confirm it,” said (Y/N) with a condescending sigh, like they were speaking to a child.

“Y-You’re wrong!” cried Soma. He ran for the door, but (Y/N) slammed it shut.

“Me, wrong? No, dear prince, you’re just finally seeing the tragedy that is your life,” purred (Y/N).

Soma sobbed and fell to his knees. “They all said they’d be with me forever.”

“Quite clearly that was another service to you. There is no reason to serve someone for no personal gain,” said Sebastian coldly.

And yet… whispered a soft voice in his head. And yet they are still here.

Sebastian ignored the voice and continued. “In the slums, even a three-year-old knows that.”

“You have not earned anything from anyone. You are just a brat,” said (Y/N).

Sebastian’s eyes fell upon them. This time, he didn’t need a voice needling him. The thoughts of just how sinfully alluring they looked wrapped in shadow and moonlight as they lorded over a human came without cease. That was the demon (Y/N) was. And that was yet another side of them Sebastian simply couldn’t get enough of.

“Let’s leave it there,” said Ciel, appearing in the doorway.

“Young Master,” said Sebastian.

“I might have been the same as him, if not for that month,” said Ciel somberly.

“Wh-What month?” asked Soma, getting to his feet.

“I was forced to taste the humiliation of having my house burned, my family killed, and being treated as less than a barn animal,” said Ciel. “I was a powerless child, but I returned here in order to bestow the same humiliation upon those who tortured me. My parents were in the way of those who killed them. If the Phantomhives are a nuisance to them, if I continue to hold the reins of this household, they’ll probably target me again. I am waiting for them to come for my life.”

“Why would you go that far?” asked Soma.

“What could come of sitting around sad and in mourning?” said Ciel. “Even a dead person can stay still, but I’m alive and standing on my own two feet. If I’m going to end up dying one day, I’d rather do it with no regrets. I wouldn’t call it something as grand as revenge. It’s all just to make me feel better. It’s a game between them and me to see who will win. Even if I’m flung into the depths of despair, if there is even a spider’s thread I can use to climb out, I’ll grab it and never give up. We humans have strength to do that. However, whether to grab it or not is up to each individual.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the speech. Strong words for so small a human. But they respected the drive. They understood why Sebastian took him as his contract.

“Now, let’s stop this ridiculous babble,” sad Ciel. “Sebastian, (Y/N), I have something to discuss with you on the West incident. Come.” He walked out of the room.

“Yes,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) smiled, a stark contrast to the dark aura that had surrounded them as they spoke to Soma earlier. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Ciel!” said Soma. Ciel paused. “I am seventeen, but I am totally idiotic and naïve compared to you! I’ve been spoiled only because of who my parents are. Even though I knew Agni was troubled, I didn’t hear him out, but now I want to know. I want to see them both and find out why they left me. That’s why! Please come with me!”

“I refuse.” Ciel shut the idea down almost comedically. “There’s no way I’m dragging around the weight of a naïve idiot like you. I suppose the door to the living room isn’t locked, though.”

“Ciel!” Soma’s face lit up and he hugged Ciel. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you like that before. Please forgive me.” He hid behind Ciel as he faced Sebastian and (Y/N). “I want to say sorry to you two as well.”

(Y/N) waved a hand and smirked with Sebastian. “Don’t trouble yourself. This is quite interesting.”

“To think that West was after a Royal Warrant,” said Ciel as Sebastian served tea. “Well, I suppose that’s something a detestable rogue would think of.”

“What exactly is a Royal Warrant?” asked Soma. He jumped as (Y/N) set a teacup down beside him, and they smirked.

“It’s an endorsement given by royalty to shops they like. A Royal Warrant is the British Royal seal of approval,” said Sebastian. “A week from now, there will be a curry contest conducted at the Crystal Palace.

“Curry?” said Soma.

“Yes,” said (Y/N).

“According to rumors, Her Majesty—a famed curry lover—may also come and observe,” said Sebastian.

“That’s just a rumor,” said Ciel. “Since the death of her husband Prince Albert, Her Majesty rarely makes public appearances.”

“How is the curry contest connected to the incidents?” asked Soma in confusion.

“The main dish at West’s coffee house is curry,” said Ciel. “If he secures the Royal Warrant, his sales will undoubtedly go up. In other words, in order to reduce the number of rivals in that contest, he had Agni carry out those incidents. He then used the message to make it seem like the incidents were caused by Indians who were angry with England. Agni probably went along with the plan to save Mina for the sake of his ‘god.’ ”

Sebastian handed Ciel a piece of paper, and the Earl regarded it before laying it on the table. It was a copy of the letter West had ordered written to divert attention from himself as a suspect. “Speaking of gods,” said Ciel, pointing to the tongue drawing. “Yours is the Goddess Kali with her tongue stuck out, and since Agni was the one who wrote this, and his god is you, it must have been all for your sake. He’s probably written all his prayers and feelings of regret here.”

And now Soma has the choice to lay there and do nothing or rebuild himself, thought (Y/N).

“Even though you’re apart, Mr. Agni still believes in you and lives for you,” said Sebastian. “You really do have a wonderful servant, don’t you?”

“Agni…” murmured Soma.

“Oh, my. All’s well that ends well,” said Lau brightly. “Well, then, we shouldn’t get involved any further. Let’s just leave it to Scotland Yard.”

“Hold on! What will happen to Agni and Mina?” said Soma worriedly.

“Who knows?” said Lau.

“We’ve determined that there’s no underworld involvement, so it’s not our concern,” said Ciel.

“Indeed. This is my problem. I’ll think of a way to resolve everything by myself,” said Soma.

“That’s an excellent resolution,” said Ciel. “Well, then, I shall be getting on with my own work myself. I was called out to London in winter for this idiotic case. Don’t you think I should be compensated for my expenses?” Ciel was scheming. “Luckily, all of the other famous curry shops have been knocked out of the competition by West. If the Phantomhive company participates and beats West, we’ll receive the Royal Warrant. I’ve been considering expanding into the food industry, anyway. If we become the supplier to the Royal Household in our first endeavor, it’s sure to create a stir.”

“But there’s one week left, right?” said Lau. “Will you be able to get the specialists and machinery in time to make the curry?”

“I don’t need any of that,” said Ciel. “Isn’t that right?” He smirked as he glanced up at Sebastian and (Y/N).

Sebastian smirked. “It is only natural for someone who serves under the Phantomhives to be able to do this. I will obtain the Royal Warrant without fai—”

“That’s impossible,” said Soma. “There’s no way you can win. They have Agni, and he has the goddess Kali’s right hand!”

“It is true that Agni’s prowess is formidable, but this time we are not dealing with martial arts,” said Ciel. “This is a contest of cooking skill.”

“That’s why I’m saying it,” said Soma. “None of you know Agni’s true skill. Neither do you know real curry.”

“Real curry?” asked (Y/N), raising an eyebrow.

“Curry is based on a selection of fitting spices. The number of combinations is endless,” explained Soma. “Finding the supreme combination from those infinite choices is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It is akin to pulling the truth of the universe from thin air. However, Agni is able to do it. He is able to imagine the world from nothing. That power is truly of the gods’ domain. That is why Agni is known as the goddess Kali’s right hand. I have never eaten curry more delicious than Agni’s.”

“I see. It is truly Kali’s Curry,” said Lau. He laughed at his alliteration.

“So he says,” said Ciel.

“My, my. That seems quite the challenge,” said Sebastian.

“Could be fun,” said (Y/N), smirking.

“Indeed.”

Days and quite literally hundreds of curries later, Sebastian was stuck. (Y/N) watched him return from serving Ciel tea with an annoyed quirk in his brow.

“The Young Master not pleased with your progress?” they said teasingly.

“No, but he did give a rather interesting order,” said Sebastian, holding a piece of chocolate in his hand, having gone uneaten by the irritated (and irritating) Earl.

“Oh?” (Y/N) cocked their head in interest.

Sebastian snapped off a piece of chocolate and handed it to them. “How does it taste?”

(Y/N) placed the sweet in their mouth and allowed it to melt, savoring the tastes. One thing they were glad of after being born from a human life was that they still had a taste for human food. Sebastian had to relearn how to properly create human food when there were long breaks in time between contracts, but (Y/N) could still understand them (a fact that, once he learned it, irritated him to no end).

“A perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness,” said (Y/N).

“Excellent,” said Sebastian.

“Why?” asked (Y/N).

“The Young Master ordered me to put it in the curry.”

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div-divington · 4 months

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things Remedy could definitely sell in their Official Merch Store that would undoubtedly make them A Sum of Money (a very serious and extremely cost-friendly non-exhaustive list):

- Black mug with the Federal Bureau of Control's seal on it (either the simple, clean, modern all-white version or the full coloured version)

- plushies of The Former. they're cute and i like them.

- mini-fridge that looks like AI10-KE (the Arctic Queen)

- literally just normal stationary with FBC imagery attached. Lemme buy Pope's clipboard.

- Oceanview Motel & Casino keychain

- Inverted Black Pyramid keychain

- Replica posters for all the fun little posters in the Oldest House (Do as you're told! Don't eat the Mold!)

- Get a real actual wizard to curse a buncha rubber duckies so they actually follow buyers around and quack at them (may not be profitable depending on wizard rates)

- The hairclip Jesse gets when she finishes the base game

- just. That poster Ahti has on his office door. Of himself.

- Tiny Little Hotline

- hoodie with Bureau seal on it

- small high-detail statues of Jesse and other characters (Emily, Arish, Langston, Marshall, idk) in action poses (or just dynamic poses)

- a vinyl record featuring literally nothing but Langston's freestyle poetry/rap from AWE on loop (on both sides) (cover art should be a low-res PNG of Langston with 2013 MLG sunglasses Photoshopped poorly onto him and "Langston's Greatest Hits" written in hot pink Comic sans font)

There are also a buncha Alan Wake options too:

- Life-sized cutout of Alan complete with book-holding shelf

- book sleeves so you can dress any unrelated book up as a litany of Alan's literary wonders

- Oh Deer Diner mug

- More of those thermoses (I will eradicate the scalpers that bought them all within literally seconds of them being made available)

- all the Manuscript pages from all the Alan Wake games (including the tiny amount we hear him narrate in AWE) in either an FBC "CLASSIFIED" folder or a dirty envelope

- real gun

- any and all posters from any and all AW games. Like the ones advertising Tom Zane's movies, or the ones telling you to celebrate Deerfest or the ones telling you to visit Coffee World

- plushie of Mayor Setter :)

- plushie of the Coffee World mascot (make it do the terrifying laugh when you squeeze its hand too)

- Barry Wheeler desk statue where the headlamp and Christmas lights light up

- "Not The Worst Mom" mug (PLEASE)

- deer masks

- anatomically accurate Taken-Nightingale statue with removable heart (show me the terror)

- just a framed print out of Alex Casey giving us the Look he always does

- Dr. Hartman's "The Creator's Dilemma" book sleeve so we can bask in his smug smile

- official Alan Wake branded flashlights

- Saga's sweater/sweaters?

- for $3000 Sam Lake just personally shows up at your house and sends you to the Dark Place

feel free to add more

#yet to play Quantum Break or any Max Payne game so #no suggestions for them tragically #remedy games #remedy entertainment #control game #control 2019 #alan wake #alan wake 2 #sam lake #hire me remedy #i have so many great ideas

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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Can I request a Sodo ghoul x reader fanfic where idk maybe they wake up early and have to go to something or Sodo does but he’s so comfy cuddled up with the reader he doesn’t wanna move

The alarm you had set on your phone is what wakes you up, that annoying melody ruining whatever dream you were in. Your movements are slow as you tap over the top of the bed, finally hitting your phone and swiping the icon so the alarm shuts off. It’s too early for this. Why did you let Sodo talk you into staying up to watch one more episode? You knew it was never just “one more episode” because you would say the exact same lie right after the one you two watched had ended. His laptop is still on the bed a few inches away from the edge. You’re surprised one of you hadn’t kicked it off in the middle of the night.

“Alright, time to get up,” you yawn out. Sodo’s still got his face buried in your neck, his hair covering his face. “I know you can hear me.”

“Mm...” Still, he only moves closer to you, nuzzling his nose against your skin. “Just five more minutes.”

“You know it’s never “five more minutes” with you.” You try to move and get up. That normally works. Without you in bed, Sodo’s more inclined to start getting dressed. But this morning is different and his hold around your waist tightens, caging you against his chest. You should’ve known this was going to happen.

“No.” He sounds like a child, pouting when you turn to look at him. He gives you just enough room so you can turn over, that pout turning into a smile when you settle down next to him. You bring a hand up, running it through his hair and ridding him of any knots that snag your fingers.

“You have practice, and I have duties I gotta get to,” you tell him softly.

“C’mon, just a little longer. I’m happy right where I am right now.” His lips press against yours, one of his hands sliding down, fingers curling underneath the back of your thigh and pulling it over his waist. You know what he’s doing and you hate that it’s working. Every touch and every kiss is so soft, a stark contrast to his normal demeanor.

“You’re insufferable.” And still, you let him kiss down your jaw and to your neck. It’s not the same hot, open-mouthed kisses you’re familiar with. They’re still soft, butterfly kisses that make your heart flutter.

“We got time,” he tells you softly. “Dunno why you always worry.”

“I’m worried we’re gonna be late and get in trouble.” He lets out a soft hum, but he doesn’t make any moves to get up. His lips still travel across any skin he can find, and all the while your hands run through his long hair.

You finally roll him over, straddling his waist. That smile he gives you is so genuine, like he’s actually won as he holds onto your waist. You keep your hands planted on his chest as you lean down, and the kiss you drag him into is heavy. It’s enough to draw him in and keep him distracted, that soft little groan from him ringing in your ears.

And just like that, you pull back, the poor ghoul still trying to chase you as you swing your leg over and slowly get off the bed. He looks like a deer caught in headlights for a moment, lips parted as he stares at you.

“C’mon. We gotta get up.” You smile when he just lets out a whine, rubbing his face.

“Fine. You win.” He slowly when he finally sits up and you move back so he can swing his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. Still, he wraps an arm around your waist and draws you flush against him, nose brushing against yours as he gets close to your face. “But I expect some extra attention throughout the day.”

“I’ll see if I can make time for you.” He gives you one last kiss before he lets you go. You take your time getting ready, picking your clothes out from underneath Sodo’s.

“Hey.” You let out a hum as you hear his voice. He stands behind you, holding that signature inverted pentacle necklace by its chain. There’s a small smile on his face as he holds it out to you.

“You want me to wear that?” you ask softly. It was something you had never seen off of him, claiming it was for good luck. Still, he rolls his eyes.

“No, I want you to look at how pretty it is,” he scoffs. “Yes, I want you to wear it!”

“What about you?”

“I’m a big ghoul. I’ll be fine.” He looks you up and down. “Really… I just wanna see you wear it. Just for today.”

You can’t keep yourself from smiling as you finally give in. He hooks the chain around your neck for you, turning you so he can admire it.

“Think it looks better on you,” he tells you softly, but he smiles against your lips when you bring him in for another kiss.

“I’ll take good care of it,” you promise. He mumbles out a soft “I know” before he leaves you alone to get ready.

Though you did miss being in the arms of your ghoul, you had to admit: everything was going right today. One of the nicer siblings helped you with your duties, and the new part you had to study had come as almost second nature. You had hoped Sodo was having a good day like you were.

Until your phone went off and you saw the screen lit up with the message.

Sodo: I BROKE 3 OF MY STRINGS IN LIKE 5MIN

#request #sodo #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo x gn!reader #gn!reader

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 4 months

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The final chapter of Inverted Confrontation!

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“How did you do that!?” Other April shakes Leo violently.

“It’s-! Hard-! To explain-! With you-! Shaking me!” Leo choppily answers.

Dr. Rude stares at Hyde with wide eyes.

“He….he fixed you….? H-He just winged it and you’re fixed!?”

Other April stops shaking Leo.

“What are you yelling for? You should be happy! You did this in the first place!”

Dr. Rude grits his teeth and clenches his fists.

“It’s not…it’s not fair, I was supposed to be the most talented. I was supposed to be the stupid mystic expert! Why couldn’t I know how to fix it before it got this bad!? Why does he just suddenly have an answer after trying once!?”

“You never would have been able to figure it out yourself.” Draxum pipes up.

Dr. Rude’s pupils go small.

“Excuse me?”

“It had to be someone else’s mystic power. If it was you, it would make it worse before you could remove it. It’s not entirely your fault.”

Dr. Rude hardly lets even a second pass before punching Draxum in the face.

Draxum stumbles back both in pain and shock, holding his nose as it starts to bleed.

“Do you think anything you say can make me feel better? Do you think you’re any better than the Draxum that did this to us? What was different here, huh? You didn’t get your hands on them? You didn’t have their dad to hold over their heads!? That other me looks like a baby deer and you still threw his brother off a building!”

Hyde attempts to hold him back.

“Dr. Rude! That’s enough!”

Draxum wipes away the blood.

“I’m not any better. I didn’t care about them for a long time. I wasn’t the reason that I was able to be around them. It was you, the version of you not raised by me. He saw me and he took pity. He helped me put my life back together after I destroyed it. He did it because he’s good. Better than I ever deserved, and everyone can tell you the same. Maybe you’re right, maybe nothing I can say can make you feel better. I still want you to know that it is my fault, his fault. He put you into a position where you couldn’t keep being kind.”

Dr. Rude stops trying to come after him.

“Great, thanks for telling me I’m ruined.”

“Are you kidding? If I can somehow become a lunch lady after what I did, you can become whatever you want.”

Dr. Rude blinks in surprise.

For the entirety of his younger years, Draxum always told him and his brothers that they could only ever be one thing.

Weapons against humanity.

Draxum’s words were poison, something to forget and never listen to. It was hard to believe he was right even if it was about something good for once.

“Look, I’m still mad at you guys for what you did to me, all the stuff you did to yourselves, and what you did to the people back in your world, but Draxum has a point. You don’t have to keep doing this. Leo found a way to fix what you did. You guys can learn it and do the right thing.” April insists.

“They should have done the right thing before they killed agent 64!” Other April glares at the Dr. Rude and Hyde.

Hyde let’s go of Dr. Rude and glances down.

“He’s not actually dead.”

“Do you think this is funny? I buried him myself!”

“And I unburied him. We never meant to hurt him! That building wasn’t supposed to come down like it did. I…made poor calculations. He’s alive, Ape-…sorry, force of habit….April. He’s in a poof proof cage back at my lab.”

Other April’s eyes widen, filling with tears just a bit.

“You’re lying. I know you are.”

“When did you do that!?” Dr. Rude questions.

“I….I hid it. I didn’t think you or Champion would let me do it.” Hyde materializes a tablet.

From it, a video starts playing of a cage with other Mayhem laying down in it. He’s curled up, back facing the camera.

Other April tears it from his hands.

“I-It has to be a trick. A fake video.”

Hyde holds down a button on the tablet.

“It’s not. It’s a live feed. I connected it with my powers so I could keep an eye on him through dimensions. Talk, he can hear you.”

“Agent 64! It’s April!”

Mayhem hops up in excitement, turning around. This allows Other April to see that parts of him are replaced with purple, mystic tech. His tail wags so hard it’s a blur. He’s smiling so widely.

Other April tears up a lot more and hugs the tablet tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much! Just wait, I’ll be there soon and I’ll get you out of there! We’re going to go home!”

Other Mayhem goes wild and makes all sorts of happy noises.

Hyde smiles softly.

Other April suddenly pulls him into the hug as well, taking him completely off guard.

“I still don’t forgive you, since this was your fault, but….thank you.”

Hyde doesn’t dare hug her back, knowing she’d immediately let go of him if he tried.

“Sooooo….this might be a good time to bring up something. Since you need their mystics to be able to fix all the zombies back home, and they obviously can’t be brought down by anything but us, maybe they can just go good?” Leo suggests.

Other April let’s go of Hyde.

“People aren’t just gonna accept that.”

“Well, they kind of have to? Or else their friends and family are gone forever and they’re going to keep living in terror for just as long?” Leo shrugs with an awkward face.

Other April sighs heavily.

“Fine. I guess you’re right. Maybe I can try to swing that when we get back.”

Dr. Rude crosses his arms and looks away, neither accepting or rejecting the idea.

“We can’t go back yet with the state that Champion is in. They’d eat him alive.” Hyde insists.

“Then we’re going to have to hope everyone else was able to bring him back.”

In the other room, Champion was whimpering like a child who was sick but too young to understand why everything hurt.

“You have to do something! He’s your brother, you gotta know what can help him!” Raph shakes Red’s arm.

Red stares down at Champion, his eyes filling with resolve.

He sits down next to him and slowly leans closer and closer until his chin gently rests in the crook of his neck.

Champion is caught off guard and opens his eyes to see what exactly is going on. They stare at each other for a good few seconds before Champion turns around and clings to him.

“R-Red, I’m scared, s-something’s wrong with me. I-I remember everything I did, but I don’t feel like I did when they happened!”

Red wraps his arms around him, bringing him into his lap and cradling his brother close.

“I know everything is confusing right now, but you’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna help you.”

Champion hides his face in Red’s chest until he moves it to the side enough to look at Splinter.

“You’re….you’re not our dad….”

“No, I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean I won’t help you too. If he was here, I know he would be.”

Champion reaches his hand out, making a grabby hand motion.

Splinter holds his hand with both of his. He carefully rubs circles into his palm as he always did with Leo when he wasn’t feeling well as a child.

Champion makes a pained expression.

“Are….are you mad at me? At us? Disappointed? Do….do you hate us for trying to take away your real kids?”

“I’m just sorry that this happened to all of you.”

“I…I don’t know why I wanted to do it. It made so much sense before….now I feel like I’m crazy.”

“That’s because you weren’t truly the one who was making the decisions.” Hyde suddenly pipes up.

Everyone looks at the group that just arrived in the room.

Draxum stayed back in order to not make things worse.

“Hyde….? They fixed you? How?” Red questions.

“Leo figured it out. Apparently only someone other than Dr. Rude would be able to do it.”

Champion stares intensely at Hyde like he’s unsure how to react right away to his presence.

Hyde stands there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say under this sort of gaze.

Then, a slight smile grows on Champion’s face.

“What’s with that look, Shelly?”

A chagrin blush spreads across Hyde’s face.

“Leo!! You promised you wouldn’t call me that anymore!” His arms angrily go straight at his sides.

Leo starts laughing hysterically.

“He used to call you Shelly!?”

“I can’t believe I forgot, he used to call him ‘Tello, then it became ‘Telly, and because he’s a shoft shell it ended up as Shelly.” Red explains.

Leo glances at Donnie with a shit eating grin.

“Nardo! Don’t you even think of it! I’m warning you!” Donnie glares at him.

“Chill out, Shel-“

Donnie pulls Leo’s head back by his mask tails hard enough to send him crashing down.

Leo sweeps his legs and forces him down to the ground next to him.

They begin fighting like a cartoon dust cloud is about to appear over them.

Mikey, Raph, April and Splinter try to get them to stop or at least separate.

Champion smiles more at seeing them.

“What were you saying, Hyde?”

Hyde calms down quickly, looking more resigned.

“Dr. Rude has been puppeteering you. He’s been doing it since we were kids.”

Champion’s smile drops, but only slightly.

“I know.”

“You….you what? You know?”

Dr. Rude looks at him in just as much shock as Hyde does.

“What do you mean you know?”

“Obviously when I was younger I didn’t….but once he started doing it to humans, I was aware it was the same thing he did to me.” Champion answers.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you try to stop him!?” Hyde shouts.

“I wasn’t able to feel mad about it. I didn’t think it was a problem. I couldn’t.”

Hyde turns to Dr. Rude.

“You made it so he wasn’t able to tell us.”

“I didn’t! Not on purpose! I swear!”

“How am I supposed to believe you after what you did!?”

“I-I’m sorry! Tell me how I can prove it and I will!”

“We can’t prove intent! Does it even matter if it was accidental? You tried to control me too to hide what you did!”

“Hyde-“

“Not now Red! Just because you forgave him doesn’t mean I did!”

“D-Donnie, please, I only did that to you because I was scared you wouldn’t let me help him! I know I shouldn’t have! I-I kept doing what I thought was good for our family!” Dr. Rude insists.

“What did you ever do for me!? Take away my twin!? Kill Draxum!? You made him do that for you! And it was because of dad!”

“No! It wasn’t because of dad! It’s because he was going to hurt you next!” Dr. Rude screams with closed eyes, trying to stop tears that came anyway.

“What are you talking about?“

Dr. Rude tries to wipe his eyes with the bottom of his palms.

“A-After what he did to dad, he hated that you covered my eyes! H-He thought you’d make the rest of us weak too just like him! I heard him! I didn’t know what I did to Leo would take him away from you! I-I never, ever wanted to hurt you! Y-You’re one of my best friends! I-I love you!” He begins sobbing big, fat tears.

Hyde stands there in shock. He had no idea about any of that.

“I heard it too, back then. What he did to me….it’s going to take time for me to get my head wrapped around it…..it’s messed up. But we wouldn’t have survived otherwise, I think.” Champion comments.

Hyde stares at Dr. Rude. All he can see is his littlest brother. The one who tried to make his own star stickers because he knew Hyde loved them so much. The one who keeps spare unicorns around to surprise Champions with. The one who would let everyone else know if Red needed something because otherwise he’d silently suffer.

Hyde carefully takes Dr. Rude into his arms as he shakes and sobs.

“You don’t have to do any of this anymore. None of us do.”

“We….don’t?” Red looks at him.

“It’s over. We’re going to fix all the humans back in our world. We’re going to keep letting Champion recover. We’re….going to relax for once.”

“I could definitely use some of that.” Champion smiles tiredly.

Leo gently takes the tablet from Other April and types into it.

“Here’s how I managed to fix you. You’ll probably get it after some practice.” He hands it over to Hyde.

“Thank you. Everything you guys did despite what we did to you….we appreciate it.”

“Just make sure not to get into anymore trouble.” Raph instructs.

“We’ll do our best.”

April swipes the tablet this time.

“Wait, one more thing before you guys go. I think a photo might do you some good. Splints, would you mind?”

Splinter quickly understands and moves closer to his alternate sons.

April takes a photo and hands the tablet back to Hyde.

The former villains all look at it with bittersweet fondness.

“Dad always wanted a family photo. Sorry about the whole chasing you and trying to kill you thing.” Champion apologizes.

“Eh, it’s alright. Raph’s wrestling hero kept coming after them and me one time and he still has his posters up.”

“He’s still really talented.” Raph grumbles.

Hyde chuckles quietly and opens up his portal device. The set of them begin to leave through it.

“Bye! Stay safe! Come back if you guys become heroes instead!” Mikey cheerily waves.

Dr. Rude sheepishly waves back before he and Hyde vanish through the portal.

The universe originals all breathe a sigh of relief as it closes behind their alternates.

“I never knew the multiverse and time branches could potentially be this messy.” Donnie huffs.

“Draxum! They’re gone! You can come back!” Mikey calls out.

Draxum walks in.

“I have never been so glad that I did not achieve my lifelong goals.”

Mikey hugs him.

“You got something even better! Family!”

“And I’m not dead. That’s highly important.” He pats Mikey’s head.

“I hope no one ever comes out of another portal with a giant problem for us to solve again. That was exhausting.” Leo complains.

“I think this calls for a nice, relaxing, celebration. I’ll go set up one of my best movies so I can tell you all about the drama on set. Chad was quite the player!” Splinter announces before leaving the room.

The turtles groan, but not out of any real annoyance before everyone follows him out.

It was just nice that they still could listen to him.

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