alastorsbride

[alastorsbride]

𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐭

𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲?

[alastorsbride]

Broken Barrier : Peter Pan X Reader

Author's Notes: This is a story based off one of my recent tiktoks. My tiktok is retrointhenow, the same as my tunblr here! I have tried shifting before and have yet to be successful. I don't have tips for shifting. I'm also not interested in making a part two for this so please don't ask.

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"Come on." I groaned staring at my ceiling. It's been about a week since my last shift to Neverland. Things went exactly as I wanted them, I set my timeline as a nice calm period. I had everything I wanted. The boys were nice, the mermaids haven't tried to drown me yet, and life was good. Recently I've had trouble shifting back, time moved slowly in Neverland compared to my actual reality, but I think Peter is starting to catch on.

There was a two month break between shifts and Peter heavily questioned where I was. Thankfully I was able to blame the met,aids but I couldn't use that excuse again. Sometime I forget that the language dialect is different that what I'm use to so I'll slip up when I'm talking. I think that's part of what gives me away. At least I wrote down in my scripts that my clothing was different.

Finally I was able to relax and dream of Neverland. It's hard to describe how I get there. But it's like someone turns on a light and then I'm there.

The island was hot and humid today. I analyzed the terrain surrounding me and noticed that I wasn't to far from dead man's peak. A long hike back to base camp. Without a doubt Peter knew I have arrived. He knew everything that happened on his island.

"Y/n ? That you?" I heard someone call. I walked toward the voice and Devin ran around a tree.

"Oh hey Dev! Beautiful day today isn't it ?" I smiled and joined him on his duties. Devin was my best friend, without me writing that in. He was the first to greet me and actually welcome me to the island.

The boys were a little skeptical about a girl arriving in Neverland. Of course Wendy was there, but Peter only kept her as collateral for the Darling boys. Peter had no agenda for me though.

"Don't tell him I said this. But I think Pan has been worried about you." Devin picked some berries.

"How so ?" I worked at another bush. Of course I wanted Peter to like me, but I decided to let it happen naturally. It's my own desired reality where I could control anything but I wanted something to feel real. Besides, I want to know how he would really feel about me.

"He's been running around the island searching for you. He's had quite the bad attitude as well." He frowned and stood up. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Pan cares about you." I passed my bowl to him and rolled my eyes.

"I would like to think so, but Peter has quite the attitude without me being present. Besides, we was probably doing his island perimeter checks." My heart swelled with joy at the though. Could he actually like me ? No, no he's too busy. But Devin wouldn't lie to me. Then again he is a boy. Best not to get my hopes up.

Together Devin and I made to long trek back to the camp. We talked about what happened since I left last. Fortunately he was easy to gaslight and confuse about my whereabouts. I just took pieces of what he said and included them into 'my' story about where I was. From what I gathered Felix has been running the camp as Pan hasn't been around recently. Could that be because of me ? No, I'm stretching to read between the lines.

"Hey Y/n, long time no see huh?" Felix greeted me. I felt myself flush with worry.

"Not such a long time. I'm never too far away." I tried to play it off. It's hard to live two realities simultaneously. Sometimes I mix up my realities and say the wrong thing. One time I was talking to my real world friends about Felix, forgetting that he doesn't truly exist.

We all hung around camp for a while, tidying up and finishing up the daily chores Pan had set for the day. Pan had yet to make his grand appearance since I've shown up.

"Rumor had it, Y/n, that Pan is avoiding you." Jack, one of the older boys, nudged me.

"Huh? What do you mean avoiding me ?" I picked my head up from the fire and looked at the lost boy.

"I don't know, but no one has seen you for a good two days. Since then he's had this twisted look on his face. Kinda perplexed." He threw sticks into the fire.

You know the saying " speak of the devil and he shall appear"? I tend to think that's true, cause right after Jack said that Pan waltzed in. Everyone went silent, only the crackling of the bonfire could be heard, Aline with the island creatures too.

"Carry on." Pan said. Slowly the noise picked back up. He walked to his tent. The boys started dancing as the sound of the Pan pipe started. Peter played a slow and mesmerizing rendition of the iconic 3 note Peter Pan melody.

"You should go talk to him." Felix sat next to me. I peeled my eyes open as I started to fall asleep.

"About what ?" Pan continued to play soothing songs. He knows how much I love listening to him play.

"Come on. I'm not stupid. I know you like him, and I believe with a best friends intuition that he likes you to." He gave me a comforting smile.

"It would never work anyway." I shrugged.

"You never know. He fronts whoever he's near you. Tries to act tough. But behind closed huts, he thinks about you." Felix stood up and brought me with him. "If things don't work out you can alway, according to Pan "go back to your world". " I felt my body stiffen. No way. I mean, yes Pan somehow knows everything, but he can't know about my world. Or that I even exist outside of Neverland. Might have to make a note about that when I wake up.

I drug myself to Pan's hut and nervously opened the tarp.

"Need some company?" I poked my head in.

"I think you're gonna come in anyway." He sat his flute down and walked to his desk.

"Observant I see." I fully stepped into his room. I had seen his hut before but never fully pictured it. He had a small bed and a decent desk cluttered with papers. He whisked his arm over the desk and the parchment disappeared, most likely to his desk in the Thinking Tree. The thinking tree is his actual home, he only stays in the camp hut for temporary reasons.

"Is there something I can help you with ?" He sighed and turned towards me. Looking directly at me for the first time today. His Forrest green eyes searched my being. I made my way around the hut before sitting on the twin sized bed.

"You haven't spoken to me today." I crossed my legs and cleaned the dirt from under my fingernails. I heard the creaking of his wooden desk from him sitting on it.

"Where do you go ? When you leave here ?"

"I don't-"

"Bullshit." He stopped me. "I know everything Y/n. You often forget that." I folded my hands together and chewed on my lip.

"Something's are unknowable. Even unexplainable." I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't be able to figure anything out. He cracked a smile, he got me. I know magic can pass through the fairytale realms, even to a place where magic certainly doesn't exist ?

"I know you're not really here. In Neverland. You go somewhere else when you disappear for days at a time. Especially that time you left for two weeks. I feel it." He hopped off the desk and walked towards me.

"I'm right here. Sitting in front of you. You're looking right at me." I challenged him. If I learned one thing, it was how to battle with Pan, verbal and physical. I felt my face heat up, my tell.

"I might be looking at you Y/n, but I'm not seeing you. You have this thousand yard stare and sometimes it's like you're not even here." Thousand yard stare ? I just get lost in my own mind sometimes. Unfortunately I fell weak to Peter Pan, no matter what. I could hang with Peter and his games just long enough but I always fell short just before the finish line. Always fumbling the bag.

"You always knew too much for your own good." I smiled sadly. Would I break his heart if I told him he wasn't real in my life ? Even though I had been visiting Neverland for months it felt like years. I felt like I had a second family, I had real fun being with the boys, living in a land of magic was indeed enchanting.

"I know that if we lived in the same reality that maybe we could be together like you want." He stroked my hair and lifted my head to look at him. I tried my hardest to not look at him. He knew, and it broke my heart instead. "Look at me Y/n." I slowly dragged my eyes to look at him, tears filled my waterline.

"Do you think that could actually happen ? Us being together if I was truly here ?" My voice faltered with each word. It feels wrong to ask that. Knowing it's not real to me. I have a real life, not this made up fabricated dream world.

He had moved his index finger from under my chin to my cheek to cup it. He gently stroked his thumb across the area, catching a stray tear. "I think friends don't look at each other the way we do unless we wanted something more." His voice was soft and soothing.

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. Everything felt so real. "It could never work. It wouldn't be real. For either of us." His other hand held mine.

"For what it's worth. It feels real when we're together."

So was it wrong for us to lead each other on like that ? Pretending what we had was real ? Maybe so, but neither of us had been happier than in the moments we spent together.

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But eventually I went back to my reality and left Peter in his. I still get visions in my dream of him, but that's all they are. I haven't even tried to shift in months. But we knew this would happen at some point. You can't postpone the inevitable. Now it's time to move on. Move on from something that never truly happened.

Peter's POV

"She's not coming back. Is she?" Felix stood next to me, staring at her empty hut.

"No. But she'll never forget us. We're always going to be a part of her." Felix nodded and walked off to join the other boys. I'll find where she came from, I'll search for her and bring her back.

Until then I'll watch her hut. Waiting for her to walk out, waiting for her to come home.

[alastorsbride]

'Cause I knew you

Steppin' on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain, I

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy, I

I knew you

Leavin' like a father

Running like water, I

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

(Cardiagan by Taylor Swift if ya wanna know)

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[alastorsbride]

You are a unimportant background character just trying to survive whatever nonsense the main characters are up to. However you keep finding yourself being drawn into dangerous stituations, and to your horror you realise that you’re a fan favorite character the show is giving more “screen time”.

[alastorsbride]

Omg whoever made this it's awesome and funny! Thank you for making this! Fjfjcjfjfndjcjeksjcxnsisndnxiskrhrheienfjsiyetsvsjmsncudikw 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

Forgot to post this here for a while...At this point, my brand is just dumb jokes jklfasghlaknsd

[alastorsbride]

I have no inspiration 😭😭😭 so here's a copy (and edit) of chapter 2 or A Diary of a sinner. (Btw it's like 11pmish and I can't sleep 😅🤭 this chapter going to be short sorry 😔 could someone please request anything? I'm so bored and I got no ideas!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Chappy 2

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑:

Nim is Y/N's demon nickname, short for Nightmare Damsel. Also, I'm adding other characters in this story from Vox Machina and the reader is Hisirdoux Casprians twin sister, Douxie is also married to Zoe.

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Gunslinger Percival de Rolo III (human brother)

Cassandra De Rolo (human sister)

Gnome cleric Pike Trickfoot

Barbarian Grog Strongjaw

Gnome bard Scanlan Shorthalt,

Half-elf druid Keyleth

Half-elf rogue Vax'ildan (elf brother)

Half-elf ranger Vex'ahlia (elf sister)

(Ignore the list of the creature the characters are, it's just so I have an idea of who's who because my memory kinda sucks.💀)

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Previously on The Diary Of A Sinner:

I sighed silently. Vlad and Vanellope never left my mind. I could never stop thinking of them. They were only 9 and 10 years of age when I died. I wished I could've lived longer.

I suddenly got the feeling of being followed. 'Hmmm. Who's wishing to die now?' I thought. I changed my course and walked down an alley, and then turned around and got in a defensive position with my twin daggers ready.

"I know you followed me. Not quite wise." I spoke menacingly and threatened.

"Ooh, come on Nim, you wouldn't hurt an ol' friend, would ya sweets?" A familiar traditional Brooklyn gangster voice called out.

I twisted my daggers backward, and they disappeared in F/C smoke. I scoffed.

"Don't try me, Dusty." I spoke.

The voice laughed. "Yeah, it might be a good idea."

I chuckled. The voice wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if we were the best of friends.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat to catch up, but unfortunately, I have to go." I shook my shoulder out of his grip.

"Well, hopefully I'll see you later then? Hmm?" And the voice got a phone call.

I left down to a small looking shop called Gilmores Shop.

"Hey guys," I called to the group gathered around the bar lobby. chatting or doing whatever.

"Nim!" A short male gnome spoke.

"What's up?" Vax asked twisting his knives in his hand.

"Nothing. Just ran into an old friend." I spoke.

"Y/N. What happened? You smell like blood." Percival asked, not believing me.

Right. I forgot that after Dusty chatted with me, I'd gotten into a fight with a couple of demons, won and then got myself cleaned off.

"Nothing to worry about. I'm fine." I said, casually.

"Uh huh." Percy muttered.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a drink. This was my turf. And I can do whatever I wanted.

"Seriously, I'm fine. Like always. Are you forgetting who I am? Or do I have to remind you?" I threaten sternly.

"No, no, just... Nothing nevermind." Percival spoke.

"That's what I thought." I said.

"So... Nim... When is your brother coming back?" The little elf girl asked.

"Not for another six months. Pike."

I̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ h̶e̶r̶ n̶a̶m̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ P̶i̶e̶ o̶r̶ K̶i̶t̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶e̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ I̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ h̶e̶r̶ n̶a̶m̶e̶ t̶i̶l̶l̶ I̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ i̶t̶ u̶p̶ 💀

"Oh thats too bad. I had a question for him."

I just shrugged. I had a suspicion that she liked my brother, Hisirdoux. But I'd already told her he was married to Zoe like a hundred times before.

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So sorry the chapter is so short, I hit a writers block 😭

So I recently red a very good book called Radio By Your Side [One-Shots] by @Mad_and_Twisted (on wattpad) and I love the one shots so much, the only thing I didn't like was being left on a cliffhanger and that the One Shots wouldn't be a story.

And a reminder? :

So I'd decided to write this book from One-Shots and combine a whole bunch of them to 'make them my own' so that I don't copy from the author cause there's a ᏞϴͲ of authors who don't like it. But I don't really care if ya'll copy off of me, just as long as y'all credit me in the end. ☺

Also, I might not write this story for long, just a heads up. Sorry but when I get writers block for a long periods of time, and then get 'cured' I stop writing whatever it was before I got the major writers block illness. 😭😭😭

Also! I'm now officially grade 12! 🥺😨Exams are done for me but my sister who's in grade 8 still has exams to do... 😥 but I should have more time on my hands to write!

That is... If I get cured of this writers block...

Grade 12 is going to be so hard when I graduate, like I've traveled so much and never stayed at 1 school for long but then when I came here, i was in grade 7, so I wasnt really sad, but then when I got to grade 8 and up to now, it's like, I'm saying goodbye to everyone. I'm not going to be able to see them or even talk to my friends again and if I do, I'll be ᒐᙀᙅКƳ if that happens.

But I still have to say goodbye to all the relationships I've made these past 6 years. And when I move out, like I'm so used to hugging and kissing my mom and dad before leaving the house and before going to bed that after I'm moved out I won't be able to do that. I'd have to get my drivers license, drive from wherever im at to my parents home, hug and kiss them goodnight/goodmorning and then drive back home.

Sorry I just put that all on you guys it was just going through my head at the time.

Thank you and have a good day/afternoon/night stay safe (and if it's bed time for you, good night, sweet dreams!🤗)

Again, so sorry.

[alastorsbride]

In case anyone was wondering, I got Wattpad as well and now I'm planning on putting some chapters from my story called 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚏 𝙰 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 on here.

So... Here's a lil' bit of info about my story so it's more understanding.

Story name: 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚏 𝙰 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

Info: the reader is aware of the fourth wall but she doesn't talk to the author, she gets one shots as dreams, which is why I need ideas for one shots.

I am also 17 but I read and will write s̷m̷u̷t̷ so... :) Oh and if anyone wondering, here's my wattpad: Alastorssexydoe

So here's the first part. And yes I changed some parts because I was bored. :)

Chappy one

TW: death, blood, Gore, eating souls.

Time: in hell

Y/N's high heels alerted everyone that Y/N was around, so they all scurried away in fear like little ants or rodents. Y/N wore her normal blank, emotionless face and listened to her music on her headphones.

Everyone learned the hard way to stay out of her way when she went on her usual walks listening to music.

Y/N is a very powerful demon. The second she came to Hell, she murdered everyone in sight, faster than you could say, (enter long word) so fast that by the time you finished saying it, the victim would already be a pile of you-don't-want-to-know. Which was faster than when every overload came to Hell.

Y/N looked up at the pentagram in the sky, thinking about her past.

~ᖴᒪᗩSᕼᗷᗩᑢᖽᐸ: August 23rd, 1918, New Orleans Y/N POV.

I was performing a bunch of songs with my band, I was the lead singer, Tory is the drummer, Derek and Ryan are the other guitarists, Vivisaria and her twin Jake are the other singers and guitarists and musicionists, and then we have more members but I'm not going to get into that.

"Thank you all for coming and have a good night!" I said into the microphone and went backstage where two kids ran up and hugged me.

"Mummy! That was awsome!" A little 5 year old boy with black hair said smiling.

"Yeah! When are you going to perform again?" A little six year old girl with browner hair than the boy said.

"I don't know, we haven't made the decision yet. When do you think we should perform again?" I asked the two kids.

"Hmmm..." The kids thought.

"You should wait a while. So we can watch movies!" The little boy said.

"Yeah and you can get rest." The little girl said.

"Hey, Vanellope, Vlad, how ya doin'?" Vivi said, Vivi was Thomson Okanagan Indian so she had a thick Indian accent and she talked nearly like a country girl from a movie with Howdy yall accented people.

ƮꙆᙏᙓ ᔑКꙆᕈ: January 20th, 1919, New Orleans

I felt the need to eat something so I put my hood on and turned down an empty street. Or at least, it was empty. Three drunks were wandering the street I was on.

"Yo! lets go to another bar!" One guy slurred.

"Be careful Rando, you're very drunk." The second, a female said, it was clear that she wasn't as drunk as the first.

"Oh, I'm not even drunk yet, Anna. I'm fine." Rando said. (pronounced An-ahh!)

Rando bumped into me, I didn't flinch and I didn't want to fight anyone, but my body was hurting very badly and I couldn't resist for much longer.

It was only a matter of time.

Before my instincts took control.

And I killed more people.

Oh well.

It's not like they really mattered.

They were going to die anyway.

The drunk male bumped into me and since I had my hood on, once again, I didn't flinch at his movement.

I was trying to ignore the feeling in my throat and ignored the drunken but the drunk was really ticking me off.

The drunk called me a few names that I will not repeat, but it was getting on my last nerve.

"Hey bitch I was talking to you!" The drunk said.

And in that instant, I saw red and his delicious soul.

I punched the drunk and his body hit the wall, his brother, I guess, tried to 'get revenge' or something.

"Hey, bitch what did you do to my little brother?" He tried to hit me but I punched him in the face and his body flew above the top of the buildings. The lady screamed.

℘ꭈׁׅᵉ𝒔𝓮nᴛ ᎴᎯᎽ: Y/N POV

I sighed silently. Vlad and Vanellope never left my mind. I could never stop thinking of them. They were only 9 and 10 years of age when I died.

I wish I didn't decide to move to Hell...

I wish I decided to live longer.

I wish I didn't get close to being caught back then.

But I did it for him.

Everything was for him.

I doubt he's here.

He was a good friend.

My best friend.

My only friend.

My only childhood best friend.

My first crush.

It should've been him... And not Ty.

But I don't control it.

Not yet.

But I will.

A/N

Yeah I edited a bit more than I thought. 😅

[alastorsbride]

Hi I like to write stories I'm in love with Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, yes im aware that he's aroace. And that he doesn't exist 😭😔 but that doesn't stop me from loving him.

Im willing to write any story x reader from

Hazbin Hotel

Vox Machina

Once Upon A Time?

I'll add more as my obsession goes on. I'm a shifter. Also I get writers block a lot, I'm 17 and I love to write all sorts of fan fiction! And I love 18+ stuff so I won't refuse to do anything 18+ Request away I guess? I've never done this before so...

And for some reason I can't tag my other accounts so if anyone wants to know what they are then here you go