SALLY FACE HEAD CANONS 💙
(I'm bored so why not)
Disclaimer: this contains mild nsfw so if you aren't into that kind of stuff, I have some general HCs too so need to feel left out ☺️ (characters are Sal and Larry 😊)
Sal Fisher 💙
He would most definitely plan treehouse dates
(TW) If you have SH scars, he will draw little stars, cats, hearts etc. Over them💞
He tries to be the giver in the relationship, but he always ends up being the one who has his head buried in your chest
Kiss him all over his prosthetic, he loves it ❤️
If you ask if you can play with his hair, he will 100% let you
Loves it when you scratch his scalp (he has a sensitive scalp so plz run your fingers through his hair)
Back to his sensitive scalp, he wants to tell you how good it feels but he can't describe it without it sounding pervy so he just keeps quiet
Would definitely rest his head on your thighs
You have boobs? Well they're his pillows now
He is great at comforting you 💖
If you're having a panic attack or you're just worried about something, he will be there to help you through it all 😚
His scent is like lavender mixed with a dash of an old book kinda smell and cigarette smoke. Ya know? Since he's around Larry a lot he'd probably have a slight cigarette smell to him.
Larry Johnson 🤎
He's a tits guy...prove me wrong
He's definitely a giver
Smoke sesh dates 😩👌 perfection
This man doesn't give a fuck who's watching, he will gladly make out with you in front of whoever
Just like Sal, he uses your boobs as a pillow
Not so great at comforting people as much as Sal but he tries okay 😭
You know how some plugs 🔌 will gives a few girls the "pretty discount"? Larry will give you that good kush for free and not just bc you're his gf but bc boobies 🧍(can't blame him, boobs are great just not when you have to deal with them 🥲)
KISS. HIS. CHEST. 👏👏
Bro LOVES when you kiss his chest, goes absolutely feral for chest kisses bro 🫠
Loves it when you braid his hair
Will definitely show the gang after you braid his hair
His scent is like fabric softener mixed with cigarette smoke, with a hint of marijuana
NSFW HCs❤️
Sal fisher 💙
He's a switch ❤️
He's a slut for chubby girls (same)
He likes giving and making you feel good but he LOVES it when you make him feel like he's on cloud 9 😌👌
When you guys both started being intimate with each other, he was a nervous boi. Ofc you guys both started out being Virgins and it was quite obvious that neither of you had any idea how to start
Sal was very nervous his first time, so he asked for you to be on top
The boy is touch starved, so when you gave him the littlest bit of skin to skin contact, oh girl he MELTED 🫠
Ever since you guys tested the waters with what you like during sex, he has come to like being the bottom a lot but he still loves making you feel good so he'll do top service 👌
He's a whiny boy, he most definitely whimpers... don't argue with me cuz me and you both know that he would 👁️👁️
Now a question that has probably been floating in all of our minds...does the prosthetic stay on during sex??? The answer is... occasionally.
Though he will take it off sometimes but he mainly takes it off when he's doing top service cuz it's gonna be hella hard to breathe with that on.
Please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN PRAISE HIM 😩🙏
he most DEFINITELY has a praise kink, tell him how good he is, tell him that he's being such a good boy please 😩
Now for other kinks, he doesn't seem pretty vanilla but he also doesn't seem pretty kinky either. So I think he's kinky to an extent, like he'll be kinky with you only if you're comfortable with it
I feel like his kinks are edging, bondage, mommy kink. I feel like he likes receiving edging and bondage to an extent, and the mommy kink was something that he found out he had when you guys were at it
Like imagine you riding him and you keep on edging him and all of a sudden he moans out "mommy~" and it shocked both of you 💀 you guys both stop dead in your tracks and he starts apologizing for calling you mommy and ofc you kinda liked it 👀
So from then on he has gotten a mommy kink from that experience 🫠
Larry Johnson 🤎
Like I said with him being a tits guy, he ADORES your boobs.
When I say he adores them, I mean by full on worship, it doesn't matter if they're small or big as long as they are there, he'll worship them 🙏
He definitely loves chubby girls, don't argue with me about it🧍
About the body worship thing, he will spend hours on end buried in your chest
He'll run his hands over your curves and feel every curve,dip,scars, and any marks you have 🫠(I'm melting over my own HCs damn 💀)
He is a top but a service top 🔝
He's chill with whatever you wanna try in the bedroom as long as you're okay with it
I have a feeling that he would be a bottom for you if that's something you wanna try out
Not full on bottom but the type of bottom that praises you and worships you while you use them
He's good with his fingers fsfs 😩
If you have SH scars, he will kiss your scars and make you feel like the only girl in the world ❤️
I have a feeling that when he climaxes he slurs out something that just makes the butterflies in your stomach do flips like, "God you're so beautiful" "I love you" "I wanna stay like this forever"
High sex...🧍 don't lie you thought about it too
I think that in the relationship he would care a lot about you more than himself and he'd personally come to your apartment and check up on you
His kinks would be bondage, voyeur, edging
His moans are angelic 🫠😩
Okay that's all I got for now baby bats, hope you liked it and I shall disappear for the next week aka going to school and failing all classes in the process lmao. Love you all 💜
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°•IF THE BG3 COMPANIONS BABYSAT YOUR KIDS!•°
Lae'zel
Congratulations your children are spending an afternoon at boot camp!
You can rest assured they will be treated fairly at least.
No favoritism going on here.
Anyone who misbehaves shall be sent to solidarity confinement and left there until....Idk
If they want a snack they WILL have to fight one another in a duel to the death.
Or at least until one of them falls down and cries.
To the winner go the cookies.
Or more accurately maybe some giant space hamster jerky.
Karlach
This is assuming her engine has been fixed, naturally.
The kids absolutely love Auntie K.
Legit can carry them all on her shoulders at once.
She gives the best hugs too and is always so nice and warm.
She is up to play any games with them! Especially ones where she pretends to be a monster and chases them around.
Very protective of the little ones.
Brings them new stuffies each time she visits.
You MUST remind her constantly to watch her language around the little ones!
Gale
Arrives via magic portal.
Brings Tara to help him.
Takes it very personally if one of the children don't like him.
Tries to impress them via magic and creates a magical illusion to entertain the kiddos.
Attempts to teach them everything he knows about the weave.
Takes it very hard if the children fall asleep during his lecture.
Must be consoled by Tara.
If any take an interest in the weave they immediately become his favorite.
You'll probably end up coming home to your home appliances floating or having some kind of enchantment on them.
Halsin
Yes he turns into a bear and lets them ride on his back.
Most time is spent outside enjoying nature and all of its beauty.
Will carry the littlest one on his shoulders at all times.
Always brings healthy snacks, mostly fruit like apple slices.
Proceeds to take them to a nearby pond to feed the ducks.
Widdles them little animal figures to play with.
No TV or video games. The thought of technology taking over their lives makes him sick.
We play outside or we don't play at all.
Doesn't mind them grabbing at his ears, if they can even reach them that is!
He has to remind one of them multiple times that he unfortunately cannot turn into a dragon.
Sad sad truth.
Shadowheart
Makes cute little flower crowns with them.
Helps the little ones feel better if any of them are afraid of the dark.
Is very good at comforting them.
Possibly might be one of the older one's first goth girl crush.
Badmouths Lae'zel in front of them shamelessly.
Always puts on a tim Burton movie or something for them to watch.
Definitely the reason for any of their emo phases.
They think she's really cool though.
Wyll
Always the first to volunteer to babysit.
Man has the patience of a saint and can handle even the most unruly of children.
Always talks them up and is very careful to never put them down.
Tells them all kinds of exciting stories of his time as the Blade.
Makes sure to adjust them to be suitable for the kiddos.
Leaves out the scary parts.
If any of them are mean to one another and can't get along he's the type to make them each say something nice about the other as a punishment.
Let's them play with toy swords and teaches them a thing or two about using them.
Never raises his voice at them. Is super calm and collected.
Loves them all to pieces!
Also may or may not take them out to get ice cream if they're good.
Astarion
Assuming this is Spawnstarion we're talking about because the vampire Ascendant would just laugh in your face if you asked him then slam the door on you.
Our sweet little spawn will also likely laugh and think you're joking at first.
"You seriously want a vampire to watch over your children?"
Assuming you pay him and be sure to give him big sweet puppy dog eyes he may consider it.
This man is a very not my child not my problem kind of guy.
Gets annoyed with all the children asking tedious vampire questions and responds with very sarcastic answers.
Does not approve of them wanting to touch his ears.
Agrees to let them see his fangs in hopes to scare them (the mischievous little shit).
The children instead think they're cool, which confuses him. He really isn't sure how to feel about it.
Threatens to eat them if they get on his nerves.
Spends most of the time on the sofa, boredly reading a magazine or watching television.
Miraculously takes a shine to one of the younger girls who call him pretty and compliments his clothes and hair.
This is also given the girl is a little mischief gremlin who pulls pranks on her older siblings.
He lets her paint his nails purple or red while she gossips about her mother/father's new partner or her siblings.
Unapologetically shows her favoritism and lets her sit on his lap and watch TV with him.
Will not bat an eye if the other children run a muck and destroy shit.
Legit just keeps watching TV. Probably some drama filled 'reality' show.
He actually finds the chaos caused by the children quite amusing.
One of the children somehow ends up on the roof.
Once the parents are home and it's time to leave. The youngest girl gives him a hug.
His eyes get all big and round and almost threaten to tear up.
Astarion is not asked to babysit again.
Sorry some of them are so short, I mostly write for Astarion so I'm not very confident at doing the other characters.
Hope you like it though!
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The littlest Cannibal Pt 1: Little Fawn in Cannibal town.
Possum: This story takes place years before Hazbin hotel, before Alastor's 7 year absence, and before the death of Franklin.
Franklin is someone who co-owned Rosie's Emporium before elegedly dying in the extermination.
Now some say Franklin was a guy who was in a relationship with Rosie.
Some think it's the woman who was dead in front of the emporium in the pilot.
Idk.
For the sake of not knowing I will be using They/Them pronouns for Franklin.
Oh also! This takes place in my Au itty bitty sinners, it's a prequel!
But you don't have to read that to read this. Not much is different tbh. Except that littles are more known and Alastor is a regressor.
Just needed to clear that up real quick.
⚠️ READ ME! ⚠️
This work is an Age regression/Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.
But there will also be cursing and talking about adult things when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed. Be careful.)
Age regression is not sexual, it's a safe coping mechanism.
Don't like, don't read.
⚠️⚠️Tw for this chapter: Implied toxic friendships, Panic attacks PTSD, being mauled by wild dogs, parent dying, suicidal thoughts. Lmk if I should add.
🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌
~~~Alastor and Rosie:~~~~
“Alastor! You made it!” Rosie smiles extra wide upon seeing him arrive at the cannibal town meeting she's been pestering him about all day yesterday.
Alastor's familiar smile lingers on his face. “It seemed rather important to you, I figured the least I could do is make an appearance.” He says casually. He wasn't sure about attending at all, but he really does owe it to Rosie.
“Well, come on. I saved you a seat up front with me.” She says, pulling on his arm to guide him to their seats.
Alastor has been staying in cannibal town for a few days now. It wasn't exactly part of his plan, at all actually. But he needed some space from…certain individuals who he'd rather never be associated with again!
Rosie and Franklin were gracious enough to let him stay there, they also agreed to help convince the other residents to keep his visitation on the down low until he's ready to make a glorious comeback.
He told them the reason for staying had to do with needing some time to plan and prepare for an upcoming project of his…
But his real reasons, he'd never admit to..because they are far more pathetic and childish.
He hadn't shown up for the last overlord meeting, he hasn't left cannibal town since the incident, and yet…he's managed to keep the smile wide on his face.
No matter how much he hurt, he could always keep smiling.
There are days he felt as if that's all he had.
“Thank you everyone for being here.” Franklin says. “Now, if you will all kindly settle down so we can begin…uh, excuse me…SHUT UP!” They shout.
Alastor raised his eyebrows in amusement as the audience finally quieted down around him.
Rosie stood up to help them. “What my partner here is trying to say is that we have a lot to cover today. So, everyone please settle down..Now, who would like to start?” Rosie asks, picking up the mallet from the podium.
A few of the residents stood up to get Rosie's attention.
“Ah, yes. Fauntleroy. Why don't you start?” Rosie asks.
Mr. Fauntleroy cleared his throat. “Mrs Rosie, Mx Franklin.” He greets. “I wanted to discuss the possibility of expanding on my tea shop, the ground along the right side is all dead rubbish. If you'll allow it, I'd like to buy the land and add a book section to my shop. I think the addition of-”
“You want to sell books!? At a tea shop! This is madness!” Susan shouts in the audience.
Anyone can say what they want about cannibal town..
‘They eat people,’
‘They're too violent,’
‘They're hurting me ow ow stop it.’
But they certainly are entertaining in any case.
“Now, Susan…” Rosie starts.
“Don't now Susan me! If he starts selling books at his tea shop, who knows what that could lead to! Selling flowers at the haberdashery?! Anarchy!”
“Calm down, Susan. It's not that serious.” Rosie says. “We sell a multitude of items at the emporium.”
“But that's an emporium! To sell books at a tea shop would be false advertising!”
“I think you're just scared of change.” Rosie says.
“I am not!"
“We're getting off topic.” Fauntleroy interrupts. “I simply wish to know the price of the land so that I may-”
“Woof woof woof!” A loud barking speaks over the gentleman, startling Alastor immensely. His ears perk up as well as his tail in fear of the familiar sound.
“Woof Woof Woof Woof woof!”
Alastor looks around the place with caution, his rictus grin still in place, but his fear is in danger of getting discovered by his intense breathing and his sudden head movements.
Where is it? Where's the fucking beast!?
His instincts want to stomp his feet, but he resists.
He's not a deer, there are no other deer around.
He's fine! Everything is fine!
“Alastor?” Rosie asks, having moved from the podium to stand in front of him. “Are you alright, dear?”
“Theodosia, you brought frufru?” Another cannibal asks before Alastor can respond to her. “To a town meeting?”
“She has as much right to be here as anybody!” Theodosia argues. “She's a member of the town!”
“Take that dog somewhere else unless you want me to make sausages!” Susan says. “I can't hear Rosie over that racket!”
“If you love Rosie so much, just marry her, Susan!” another cannibal says.
“Shut up! I want to hear what Rosie and Franklin have to say!”
“You can't hear very well anyway.” Theodosia says.
“What?” Susan asks her.
“Woof Woof woof!” Fru Fru continues.
Alastor looks towards the lady who had the evil little poodle in her lap. His eyes light up and form dials as he is tempted to devour her and her little dog.
No no no!
Control….
Stay in control Alastor…
You need to stay here.
Part of him wants to run, and the other part wants to eat the dog!
And he needs to fight both of those if he wants to keep up appearances.
Alastor has been fighting regression all week, his little…mishap with Vox has left him feeling…a way he'd rather not expand on.
“Alastor?” Rosie asks again, reaching for his hand slowly.
“Woof woof woof!”
Alastor feels like barking back before ripping that dog apart with his teeth! He can't help but gripping his ears with his hands, stopping Rosie's attempts to comfort him.
“Alastor?” Rosie rests a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
That snaps him back to reality for a moment. Alastor shakes his head and turns to Rosie…
His eyes are back to normal as he faces his friend. “Rosie?” He asks.
“There you are. Are you alright, dear?” Rosie asks him.
“E-excuse me.” Alastor got up and walked out of the room slowly but surely to avoid any issues. He couldn't take it anymore!
He continues to cover his ears to avoid listening to the loud chatter and barking.
‘Breathe, Alastor… just breathe.’ He tells himself.
“Alastor?” Rosie tries to get his attention, but Alastor keeps walking.
Alastor left at a normal pace until it was safe to run.
The second he couldn't be seen by the townsfolk, he ran! And he kept running, past the buildings, through town square, until he found Rosie's emporium.
His current residence was too far away to run to before he completely broke down, and he desperately needed a quiet room to reside until he calmed a bit.
He can't regress here!
He walks inside and sits down on the floor behind the counter to try and calm himself down.
He can't stop replaying it in his head…
The way he smiled at her as she lay there, bleeding out…
The way he ran from the scene, not really Watching where he was going…
The dogs chased him, attacked him.
He remembered wishing they just ended him.
Why does he have to lose everyone he's ever cared about?
He wished Mimzie were here…
He's not sure why.
He just…didn't want to feel alone.
He was so alone! But every time he opened up to anyone…it ended like this!
Him, breaking down and acting like a child!
“Alastor?”
…fuck.
Why did he run here!? He could have found a library or something!
He panics more, unable to get his breathing in order.
“Alastor, Alastor, what happened, sweetie?” Rosie walks into the room, worried out of her mind, she's never seen Alastor like this. “Are you alright?”
He couldn't answer, and he couldn't stop! His whole body shook violently as he tried to calm himself down.
Just calm the fuck down!
Rosie sat down on the floor in front of him. “Breathe, sweetie. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Rosie tells him gently.
She's freaking out inside, but she knows it won't help him to know that. She has to stay calm for his sake.
Alastor's breathing is shaky and gasp-y as he tries to talk: “I'm fine, Ro- I'm-” his breathing was too shallow, he doesn't even have enough air to talk.
“Hey, just focus on breathing, yeah?” She asks him. “You don't have to put on a face for me, darling. I'm your friend.”
Alastor nods, he's feeling such a strong fatigue trying to overcome him, yet his panicked adrenaline was residing within him, stopping the tiredness from overtaking him.
“Breathe in…2…3…4. And out 2…3…4.” She guides him.
Alastor follows her lead and starts to calm down.
It takes a bit, but his breathing finally slows down to a normal pace.
Small tears still fall down his face, he can't stop them.
“Are you okay?” Rosie asks.
No…
Alastor nods.
“Alright, deerie. It's okay to be honest with me right now, in fact, I need you to be honest with me, alright?” Rosie asks.
Alastor nods, his head is starting to fuzz, he can't think straight…but he tries to focus on what she's saying.
“Do you need some space, or would you like some company? I'm here for you as long as you want me, but I can go if that's better.”
Alastor should tell her to leave.
He's feeling small and he can't have her knowing he's small!
But…
He doesn't want to be alone…
He misses his friend! He can't be alone!
Alastor took her hand. “You can stay…” He says, but quickly adds: “If you'd like.”
A voice inside is yelling.
No one else can know! Too many people know! Like- two people! That's too many. You can't add Rosie to the list!
Rosie placed her other hand on top of his, stopping the negative thoughts. “Alright, I'm not going anywhere.”
Tears started falling down Alastor's face again, he just wanted his mama! But, she's gone! It's not fair!
“Oh, sweetie. It's okay. I'm here.” Rosie offers Alastor a hug by stretching out her arms, she knows Alastor is not a fan of physical affection, but it looked like he really needed one.
Alastor's eyes are bloodshot red, but they glow with a bit of innocence Rosie immediately recognized.
The deer crawled onto her lap and wrapped his own arms around her as he cried harder into her shoulder.
“It’s okay, get it out. It's alright.” Rosie says, rubbing his back as he sobs into her shoulder. “You're alright.”
Alastor shakes his head. “Broken.”
Rosie pets his ears. “What's that, darling?”
“M’ broken.” He says. “S'wrong.”
“It's not wrong and you're not broken.” Rosie tells him. “Everyone gets a bit damaged, but you're not broken. Understand?”
Alastor nods.
“Good.”
It took a few minutes for him to get all those negative things out, but Rosie didn't mind, she'd be here for years if he needed it.
“Alastor?” Rosie asks him as soon as the sobbing dies down. “Are you okay?” She asks again.
Alastor nods against Rosie, but he doesn't let go of her. He holds her tight as if she'd go away once he let go.
“Are you feeling…small, right now, honey?” Rosie asks him carefully.
Alastor whines pitifully, sounding a bit like a little fawn.
“It's okay, I've looked after little ones like you before. There's nothing to be afraid of.” Rosie says, petting his hair. “Even big scary overlords like us can use some tending to, right?”
Alastor only shrugs as a response.
“Here, let's get you to bed, little deer.” Rosie says.
Rosie picks Alastor up with no trouble at all and heads to one of her spare bedrooms.
She sets Alastor gently onto the bed.
“Is it okay if I remove your coat and shoes?” Rosie asks him.
Alastor nods, eyelids heavy and his eyes still so red.
She's gonna have to help clean up his face too.
So, she helps him take off his shoes and coat. She sets his shoes by the door and hangs up his coat nicely in the closet so he'll know where they are tomorrow.
Rosie walks into the bathroom, causing Alastor to bleep at her in distress.
“It's alright, dear. I'm just getting a rag for your face.” She tells him.
Rosie walks back over to him, rag in hand. “Is it alright if I clean you up?” She asks him.
Alastor nods, so she takes his chin gently and graces his face with the cloth. “There you are. She cooes. “There's my Alastor.”
Alastor looks at her differently, like a stranger, but almost with a certain familiarity too.
She doesn't mention it though, she simply gets up to put the rag away.
Once she returns she notices Alastor pouting at her.
Now, Alastor's smile remains painted on his face, but his eyes and his ears give it away, his eyes peering as his ears droop down, indicating his distress.
Rosie tilts her head. “What's wrong, deerie?” She asks him. “Something on your mind?”
Alastor just huffs like an angry deer as if Rosie should know exactly what is wrong.
“Come now, how am I supposed to know what you need if you don't tell me?” She asks.
Alastor crosses his arms and looks away from Rosie.
Rosie sits down on the bed. “Alastor? ~” She asks teasingly. “Is someone a little grumpy?"
Alastor shakes his head. "No."
"Sleepy, then?"
"No." Alastor tries to resist it, but he yawns.
Rosie smiles sympathetically. “It's alright, you just relax.” She says, moving the sheets, which forces Alastor to move backwards, away from the blankets so Rosie could pull the sheets over him. “You get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning.”
But Alastor reaches and grabs Rosie's arm.
“Stay?” Alastor asks her. “Please?”
Rosie smiles. “How about a story?” She asks him.
Alastor nods, he'd take almost any attention at this point.
Rosie pulls over the chair by the vanity closer to the bed where Alastor can see her. “Alright.”
“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up. And the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.”
As Rosie started reading, Alastor became more and more relaxed.
She didn't even make it through one chapter before he was fast asleep.
Rosie looks up from her book and sees Alastor sleeping soundly.
She smiles at finally seeing her friend peaceful for a change. She couldn't help herself, she lightly brushed some of his loose hairs back.
“Rest well, Bambi.” She whispers softly to him.
~~~Alastor~~~
By the time Alastor woke up…
Rosie was no longer there.
It was honestly for the best, he didn't wish to speak to her anyways. He gets up to retrieve his shoes and jacket and walks home quietly without a word to Rosie.
~~~One week later:~~~
Alastor was reading quietly at his current residence.
No one bothered him too much since the incident, which he supposed was a good thing. He didn't really want to talk to Rosie about it…
He didn't wish to talk to anyone about it.
He didn't know where he'd go, but he had to leave, he couldn't face her after that…
Which was fine, he should be used to this by now, everyone who knew about him always left eventually.
If the last few weeks taught him anything, it was better when he walked away first. Better to leave than be left.
He heard a knock at the door.
Alastor sighs, curses.
If he wasn't raised right, he may have just ignored the knocking door, but alas, his mother did teach him some manners.
He opens the door and sees none other than…Rosie.
Of course.
“Alastor! Good, you're here!” Rosie says.
Alastor's ears drop slightly from feeling rather awkward. “Hello, Rosie. What brings you here?” He asks.
“I won't dawdle if you're busy, I just wanted to drop something off for you.” She says. She's currently holding a big red box with yellow stars on it.
“I see, why would you give me something? It's not my birthday, it's not sinmas.” He says.
“No, no, it's nothing like that. It's a special gift just between friends.” She says. “Don't be rude, just accept it.”
He takes the box from her, still slightly confused.
“Come by tomorrow if you feel like it, darling.” She says. “You're always welcome.” She says, looking him straight in the eyes to make that very clear to him.
Rosie walks away, so Alastor closes the door.
What could she possibly-?
He doesn't finish the thought, but he sets the box down on his tea table.
Atop the box, there was a letter.
Alastor walks over to his drawer to get his letter opener to rip it open carefully.
The letter read: ‘Your secret's safe with me, darling. And if you need someone to keep you company on those sensitive days, you can always come to me. I will be there for you. ~Rosie 🌹’
‘P.S, I hope I didn't go overboard on the gifts. If I have, please forgive my excitement.’
Alastor sets the letter aside and opens the box and his ears perk up upon seeing the two pacifiers at the top of some red tissue paper.
Taking out the remaining paper, there was a stuffed deer toy, a handmade bonnet with holes for his ears and antlers, a deer themed teether, an adult sized baby bottle, and lastly, a deer quilt she made herself.
His ears drop again…
Why would she do this for him? Why make such an effort?
He knows their friends but-
None of his other friends would have done something quite like this…
The quilt was very soft, softer than anything he currently owned.
He felt the soft fabric against his cheek.
…
Perhaps he could stay…a little longer.
~~~The next day: Alastor and Rosie:~~~
It would be rude to not thank Rosie for the gifts.
He doesn't wish to discuss this with her…but it's done.
He can't change what she knows.
If yet another person has to know…he doesn't mind it being Rosie.
“Alastor! What a nice surprise.” Rosie smiles, seeing Alastor arrive at the emporium.
“Franklin, take over for me?” Rosie asks once Alastor walks closer to her.
Franklin nods.
“Follow me.” Rosie says, taking him upstairs to the same room he woke up in last week.
Alastor's smile was still there, but his ears were down as he awkwardly looked around the room. “I uh- I appreciate the gift, Rosie.”
Rosie smiles. “Oh, I'm glad! I hope I didn't go overboard. I'd hate to overwhelm you.” She says, lightly touching his cheek to reinitiate eye contact.
He grips gently on her hand to show her a bit of affection. “Not at all.”
He doesn't know if he trusts anyone anymore…but if he did, it would be Rosie.
He felt as if he could actually be comforted by her touch, and actually be okay when she's around.
But does he actually feel that way?
“Listen, I know you're not one to talk about your feelings, but would it be alright if we talked about it?” Rosie asks.
Alastor has only discussed regression with a few individuals, and even then it was a general conversation, nothing too personal for the most part.
But, it wouldn't be so horrendous to confide in Rosie. She's never done him wrong before, in fact she has surpassed friendships expectations ten fold by being there for him already.
“Al?” She asks.
“What is left to be discussed?” He asks.
“Well, I wanted to let you know that there's nothing wrong with you.” She says. “Earlier you said you were broken, and sure, I don't know everything about you, how you grew up, what you think and how you spent your life up there, but I do know at least that regressing is your attempt at healing, not breaking. I don't want you to feel like you're not worth the support you need in order to do that, because you are.” She says. “There is nothing wrong with you being small sometimes, and there's no shame in accepting some comfort either.”
Alastor wasn't sure how to respond to that. People don't typically talk to him like that. “Thank you, Rosie. That's very kind.”
“I did some research on age regression, it's honestly quite interesting.” Rosie says.
Alastor looks at her, face unreadable.
Rosie just continues. “It sounds like a great way to cope with all this shit we gotta deal with.” She says. “I've met regressors before, there are plenty here in Cannibal town. But, I've only watched them on occasion, never for more than a few hours.”
Alastor nods, not sure how to respond to that either.
“Do you have anyone to take care of you when you're little, honey?” Rosie asks him.
Alastor's face flushes a bit from the pet name, but it’s not noticeable. “Uh, no. I don't have anyone.” Alastor says. “I used to but…they didn't last.”
“Would you like someone there?” Rosie asks.
“Are you offering?” Alastor asks back, a bit suspiciously.
“Yeah.” She answers simply.
“Why?”
Rosie rolls her eyes. “I don't know, Alastor. Maybe because I actually care about you?” She suggests.
“Rosie, you know me, I'm a sadistic serial killer.”
“I'm up for the challenge.” She says.
Alastor sighs, not sure she understands what she is offering.
His first caregiver left as soon as she started.
And the second…
Well, the second was excellent until he wasn't.
Could he handle another one walking away?
“Al,” Rosie takes his hand. “I'm not afraid of a little breakdown. I saw how scared you were, I saw how you looked so lost. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to help that kid out. You are my friend and you're always there helping everyone else out. It's okay to let someone else help you for once.”
Alastor? Helping people? Who ever heard of such a thing?
He shakes his head. He decides he can't take another caregiver.
He's had enough!
And though he doesn't doubt Rosie's loyalty and fondness of him…
He'll constantly be asking himself when Rosie will give up, when she's had enough, when she…
When she finds someone else.
“I'm sorry, Rosie. I don't need a caregiver.” He says. “I can take care of myself.”
Rosie smiles. “That's alright.” She says. “I understand. But, feel free to come to me if you need anything, and I mean anything!” She says sternly.
Alastor nods. “I will.”
“And if you're little…and need some company…”
Alastor rolls his eyes in amusement. “I will come to you.”
Rosie pets his ears. “Good.”
Alastor glares at Rosie for daring to touch his ears.
Rosie laughs. “I'm sorry, deer. I couldn't help myself. You're absolutely adorable.”
“I am NOT adorable!” Alastor protests.
Rosie laughs again. “Whatever you say.”
Alastor's glare deepens. “Rosie…”
“You're not adorable, or cute, not at all. You're…absolutely terrifying and abhorrent, and hideous. Especially when small.” Rosie playcates. “Just an awful, horrifying overlord, nothing else.”
Alastor rolls his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” He says sarcastically.
Rosie pets his head again. “You're very welcome, deer. Would you like to join Franklin and I for dinner tonight?” She asks.
Alastor smiles just a bit brighter with genuineness. “I'd be honored.”
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I will stand in the dark for you
I will hold you back by force
I will stand here right outside your door
I won't see you disgraced
I will protect your name and your heart
Because I miss my friend
I know you've forgotten me
I know you so well my friend
I know you might just throw yourself over
But I won't let you
I won't let you
It's all on me."
~~Sonya Alone, by Dave Malloy.
From Natasha, Pierre, and the great comet of 1812.
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Possum note:
Hopefully Alastor and Rosie aren't too ooc in this 😅
This is only part 1 because I seriously need more Alastor slowly being adopted by and becoming family with everyone in cannibal town.
If you guys have any requests let me know.
Also, if you know what great comet is... what's your favorite song? 😍 Mines charming and Dust and ashes. Oh! And no one else!
I love great comet!
Wait- what were we talking about?
Oh yeah.
Just give me your input, comments are good for my self esteem lol
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