#༄ Flip Headcanons

[agerefandom]

Flip!Asgore Headcanons

Flip: someone who both regresses and acts as a caregiver

very responsive caregiver: dedicated to communicating and giving exactly what a regressor needs 

prefers to be a permissive caregiver with lots of wiggle room, but can enforce schedules and rules if needed 

usually orders a lot of takeout: not the best at cooking his own food 

enjoys lazy younger-age regressors who like diapers and bottles and naps, but also happy to run around with little speedsters 

good at handling multiple regressors at once: one in the crook of his left elbow, one swinging his right hand, one on his shoulders, and another one clinging to his leg as he laughs

very private as a regressor: he’s the king, after all: who could he trust? (or so he tells himself) 

loves being in his garden, singing to his flowers and booping their leaves 

really likes digging holes and ends up covered in dirt 

luckily he likes baths when he’s big, so he just roams as a dirt-covered kiddo until he’s feeling like an adult again 

unrepentant sweet tooth: luckily, he makes a point to keep lots of candy on-hand for the kingdom’s children, so he’s never without when he regresses 

[abc04]

autistic flip honami!

[PT: autistic flip honami! /end PT]

- honami's age range is typically around 8-10; she's never really gotten any younger than 5

- it's a bit harder to tell when hona's regressed- she got so used to hiding it in her junior high years that masking it became second nature to her. honami was so terrified of being bullied, and that definitely extended to their discovery of age regression

- however, after leo/need gets together, the others get pretty good at sussing out when hona's little! little hona has to focus a lot harder on drumming. her eyebrows get all scrunched up and she's a lot quieter

- honami will insist she's good to carry on as normal, or that they aren't in that young of a headspace, but the others always make sure she doesn't push herself

- caring for hona usually looks like making sure she gets home safe and doesn't try to do anything like baking. the rest of leo/need always take care of her- saki will come over to bake with honami's help, ichi will send her videos to watch, and shiho will help hona practice easier songs on the drums

- honami is a natural caregiver! she genuinely enjoys caring for others, which shows both through her job doing housework and her caring for littles

- they're always happy to either go out or stay in, whichever the kiddo prefers. her favorite outside activities are stargazing, either just at a park or at a planetarium, and going to the park!

- honami's a very flexible caregiver, and everyone always loves her. she's able to handle (little) saki's high energy, shiho's moods, and ichika's excitement about miku with ease!

[ID in alt]

[lil-space-puppy]

Flip Strong Sad Headcanons

As a regressor

He regresses to cope with depression and stress

His little age ranges from 1-5 years old

He can usually be seen holding a lot of the toys from his childhood

He still enjoys writing stories and drawing

Though, he is a lot more openly emotional when he regresses than when he's big

As a caregiver

His soothing voice makes storytime very pleasant to the ear

He is very gentle to any littles under his care

He also makes sure you feel loved as much as possible

Is also willing to give you space when needed

[ask-flip-frost]

📂📂📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

@argxntxus

1. In the very, very rare instances that Flip cries, her tears transmute into precious gems. They're nearly identical to diamonds, though the makeup is unlike anything found in nature. Selling them to jewelers would fetch a high price because they're pretty much a legend among gemologists.

2. Flip's hair has magical properties on its own. If she were to gift you with a lock of her hair, you would experience an enhanced resistance to pain. This may have something to do with the high pain tolerance she's built over the centuries, and a strange carry-over effect. You would need to have it on your person to make it work.

3. Flip does not subscribe to the myth of counting. There is a story which suggests that throwing rice or seeds on the floor will force a Fairy to count them obsessively. Not Flip. She will be annoyed and tell you to clean it up. We're not barbarians here.

[mrmanbat]

What if Tim had a teacher who was so concerned for this kid bc Tim skips all the time and keeps showing up with bruises (from being Robin)?

Like Tim’s just trying to make sure Batman isn’t gonna off himself or anyone else- he doesn’t need Mr fucking Ross trying to get him to ‘talk about his home life’ after class.

And poor Mr Ross is just trying to make sure this kid isn’t abused and simultaneously trying his hardest to make sure Tim doesn’t get held back??

[wheneverfeasible]

TW: brief homophobic language

Steve plays the piano.

When he was a kid, Steve’s mom made him take piano lessons. He honestly hated it, hated how strict his instructor was, hated that he had to spend hours practicing when he could have been playing with his new friend Tommy. The thing was, Steve was good at it. He had an ear for music and could pick up songs after just hearing them a couple of times, even if they weren’t piano songs. There were also brief moments that his mom would actually pay attention to him, would sit at the piano bench with him and play her favorite songs.

Around middle school his dad told him that only pansies played piano, cutting an end to his lessons and instead enlisting him in every sport he could. Steve liked sports. He was good at that too, and at first his dad paid attention to him too which was amazing, but it only lasted one season. That was fine. Steve loved sports.

Then Steve met Robin, and they laughed at how horrible Tammy sounded singing, because even all this time he still had an ear for music. Then he met Eddie, and even though it wasn’t really his type of music, he could tell how talented Eddie was whenever he heard the older boy play after the world tried to end but they stopped it.

Steve and Eddie grew closer, and sometimes Steve even attended Corroded Coffin practice if he was free, much to Gareth’s original annoyance, and the music kind of grew on him. Sometimes he’d find himself singing the songs to himself in the shower or doing chores, or tapping out chords on the steering wheel when he drove Robin or the kids anywhere.

Steve was at one of these band’s practices when he noticed a keyboard set off to the side. He vaguely recalled Eddie ranting one day about the band arguing if they were going to add a keyboardist to their group or not, but the idea had been scrapped several months ago when they couldn’t agree on the sound.

During an intermission in the practice, while the band was all inside the house getting fresh drinks (Eddie was getting his for him), Steve hesitated before moving to the keyboard. He’d never played a keyboard before, and it had been years since he touched a piano after his father got rid of theirs when he started sports. He didn’t think he’d even remember how.

Despite this, his fingers moved with assurance over the keys, not playing one of the songs he’d learned in his youth but the song Eddie and his band had been playing just before break. His natural affinity for music had him able to translate the chords into piano keys easily, and he sort of lost himself in the music he plucked out for the first time in his life.

It wasn’t until the ending notes were lingering in the air and the sound of applause began behind them that he realized the band had returned, Eddie’s eyes gleaming above a wide smile while Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Your boyfriend can join the band,” the curly haired youth said, sounding aggrieved, but there was a curl to his lips that said that he was impressed.

Which was how Steve, former King of Hawkins High, found himself as the fifth member of the metal band Corroded Coffin as its keyboardist.

It also took until a week later, after his first official practice as part of the band, for him to realize that neither he nor Eddie protested Gareth’s claim of them being boyfriends.

[ckducky]

Learning to say "I love you" in each others language 

[chyarui]

A few of you guys were curious, so as promised, here’s a few of my takes on Kiffar marriage customs! Specifically the role of the qukuuf, hope you guys enjoy! (Once again, this was all inspired by fic Resilience on ao3, though the account is unfortunately orphaned)

Hope my handwriting doesn’t suck too much, and super open to hearing any ideas or questions you might have if I didn’t explain anything fully!

Also here’s a b/w version cause I’m a sucker for greyscale (and to make the qukuuf markings stand out more)

[chuluoyi]

I think about satoru having to help pregnant! reader get up when their belly gets too big because they got stuck sitting on the floor or something, like a turtle flipped on its shell 😭

“satoru! help me get up!”

you’re hissing at him from your pitiful spot on the ground. it was a bad idea to put yourself on the floor just because you want to tie your shoelaces. now not only do you fail to tie them, you can’t even get up.

meanwhile satoru is having the time of his life snickering at the sight of you—so incredibly plush and round, all because he put that baby inside you. he shouldn’t take pleasure in seeing you wiggling and helpless like this, but who is he kidding? he just does.

“look at you, so ready to pop—”

“satoru! i swear, if you don’t help me this instant—!”

“yeah yeah~”

he crouches down to help you until he notices your failed shoelaces. “you’re just like a kid, heh,” he remarked, chuckling, and proceeded to tie them.

his eyes. his eyelashes. the way they crinkle. somehow the sight of him tying your shoelaces makes your face feel hot. why? it’s such a simple gesture, but your heart warms regardless.

“now done. let’s get the little mama up, shall we?”

“—! don’t call me that!”

“but you’re so little and my baby is really filling you full~”

“….i don’t like what you’re getting at🙄 but i sure can’t wait for this to be over…”

“oh~ want me to pop you then?”

…and you curse his name when you wake up to contractions the day after, right after he took you out the night before.

[skidcd-megamix]

aba doing mr beast smile

Hate. Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate.

[agerefandom]

Raven Cycle Agere Headcanons

Requested by my lovely partner! I’m only doing the main five because it’s been a while since I read the books <3 

Gansey 

usually acts as a caregiver when the boys are all together 

the dad vibes are strong with Gansey: lots of hair ruffles and putting his hands on his hips to admire kiddos’ projects 

only occasionally stops them from doing stupid things: usually helps them to do things like ‘throw all the mattresses outside so we can jump off the roof’

has a knack for making people feel more comfortable with their regression: his caregiver mode is very visible when he switches into it, and it’s hard to resist 

Gansey also regresses, but prefers to do it one-on-one, rather than participating in the chaotic group: he often regresses late at night as part of his insomnia

still enjoys working on his sprawling projects, like the model town: he’s often quiet and focused as a kiddo, and doesn’t go to get a caregiver 

Ronan is the first person he really trusted with that side of him, but he grows to rely on each member of the group 

silently clingy as a kiddo: holds tight onto hands, appreciates cuddles 

watches people very closely if he’s anxious, but completely forgets them in favour of his projects if he’s comfortable 

forgets to eat and needs a caregiver to bring him some snacks and juice (he really likes juice in a sippy cup that he can knock over when he forgets about it and kicks it) 

Ronan

a changeable little boy who is incredibly readable: he’s terrible at hiding any of his feelings when he’s small 

wants to have everyone around him at all times: gets restless if someone is missing

does not like sitting down unless he has a lot of toy options around him: prefers to be moving, playing, running, exploring 

really likes spending time outdoors when he’s small: has a knack for charming animals and will come back with a squirrel on his head

loves to play-tousle with the others and will initiate it at any moment: especially likes to come up behind Adam and tug his hair until he obliges 

wants to be the one who gets to knock the block tower down 

despite the rowdiness, he’s very alert to the others’ needs and runs to get bandaids if anyone gets hurt: very much a big brother at times 

sometimes wakes up regressed and has a hard time seeking other people out, even though it’s really what he needs, especially if it’s the middle of the night 

also an excellent caregiver: able to be quiet or goofy, as a regressor requires, and gives the best cuddles 

second most likely to notice if someone is slipping in the group and needs a stuffed animal (Noah is the first most likely) 

Noah 

generally reflects the mood around him: runs around with the other boys if they’re rowdy, curls up in cuddle piles if they’re sleepy, never out-of-step with the rest of the group 

tends towards the younger side than the others, really likes pacifiers and pull-ups and teething toys 

sticks rocks in all of his pockets (and action figures and leaves and sticks and-) 

very cuddly if he’s catching some one-on-one regression time, always soaking up the other person’s body heat 

can act as a caregiver if he stumbles across one of the others regressing, but the others rarely seek him out as a caregiver, and he doesn’t mind 

really loves sensory toys: blankets with different textures, shakers that have glitter in them, slime that makes popping sounds 

very perceptive about others’ regression: tends to whisper to Gansey or Ronan if one of the others needs something 

reads a lot of comic books when he’s small 

sticks his head out of the car window when they’re driving to feel the wind in his hair 

Adam 

sleepy boy: things catch up to him when he regresses and he usually needs to start playtime with a nap 

but when he’s awake again, he can run around with the best of them 

doesn’t own any regression gear and gets defensive about gifts, so he usually just borrows toys that are around Monmouth 

Gansey keeps buying things for him and intentionally leaves them at his place for Adam to play with when he visits 

gets quietly excited about “fancy” snacks like ants on a log or anything made to look like a face on the plate 

shuts down if he gets hurt when he’s regressed, just absolute dissociation: gentle physical contact and water can help him come back a little quicker but it’s always a hard situation 

the most likely to regress when he doesn’t intend to: drifts closer to Ronan or Blue and gets quiet until someone notices that he’s regressing and bundles him home 

noise sensitive: not to the sounds of the others playing, but to machinery or loud cars or strangers shouting 

most likely to regress on his own, without the others: genuinely enjoys snuggling into blankets and watching cartoons or listening to kid’s music and colouring quietly 

Blue 

regression was not part of her life until she met her Raven Boys, but she fell in love with the concept and with their complicated dynamics through it 

Blue isn’t sure if she is a regressor, but she likes playing with the boys, and sometimes she finds herself slipping into something like a childish mindset: she’s still figuring out if she’s a regressor or an age dreamer 

she likes to be a caregiver one-on-one with the boys: Gansey immediately took to her, Noah and Adam followed soon after, and Ronan prefers her as a playmate rather than a caregiver (and is probably the best at tugging her into a younger headspace when the group is together) 

Gansey is less likely to buy things for himself than for the others, so Blue takes this as an opportunity to give him little things 

Adam is also more open to gifts from Blue, so she makes sure he’s stocked up when he moves into his new apartment 

in general, the boys tend to slip younger around Blue, and she cherishes that: she adds something new to the mix without disrupting their existing relationships 

[wahhzo]

FINALLY... I OFFER UP TO THEE... THE SACRED HEADCANON POST!!

i do have a Lot more, but just wanted to compile a few together and draw em as a group. more of these silly guys to come!!

(also check out @minkshame and @holy-reference-in-a-username bc they greatly influenced my headcanons for these guys!! amazing artists and writers!!)

EDWARD GUINTO

• Half-Filipino, Half-British

• Asexual but other than that he dgaf (he/she/they)

• Freelance Animator and Comic Artist

• AuDHD 👍

• Stopped shaving in solidarity with Tom!!

• Stopped wearing earrings after a few years...

• Only one responsible for the house keys lmao

• Multiples of the same green hoodie (zip-up and closed)

THOMAS REEVES

• Half-British, Half-American

• Omni, transmasc (he/they)

• Part-time at records store, freelance composer

• Hair is styled like that bc it is damaged from years of dyeing and straightening 😔

• Stopped shaving bc of. Depression

• Broken nose bridge from a fight w/ Tord (pre-25 FT)

• Pierced his, Edd's, and Tord's ears when they were teens (Matt was too scared)

MATTHEW HARRISON V

• Half-British, Half-Scottish

• Pan, and gendefluid (he/she)

• Hair stylist and nail tech

• Used to straighten hair, doesn't anymore (whines to Tom about his hair)

• Braids his hoodie strings :- >

• Assigned cook and baker for everyone (they are his test subjects also.)

• AuDHD and OCD 👍

TORD LEONARDSEN

• Norwegian

• Asexual, biromantic, and transgender man (he/him)

• Mechanical engineer

• Autism and OCD 👍

• Pock marks bc he picked at his it constantly

• Pronounced upper lip!!

• Scars on hands from. Work, fighting, and tinkering 😭

• Sleeper build... Worked out a lot after he moved out

[rubiehart]

this did things to me…

“i know, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

just fuck me already jayj!!

[ask-flip-frost]

📂 📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

@muppeteyes1001

1. Sometimes Flip will watch groups playing Dungeons and Dragons, just to see how close to reality their "folklore creatures" are. Though she'll remain unseen, her presence may be felt if the dice rolls seem particularly off. Maybe you've had a terrible excess of ones. Maybe a really dumb distraction worked perfectly. It might have been Flip's influence.

2. Just to shake things up, sometimes Flip will change something about her appearance and act as though everything is normal. Bigger feet? Normal. Extra finger? Normal. Sentient growth on her shoulder whispering spoilers to new films/shows/books/games? Perfectly normal.

[rubra-wav]

May I Request a part 2 to Dealbreaker!Reader (same characters) but it’s the characters reactions to the reader surprisingly breaking their deal? I loved what you wrote!

Angel, Husk and Alastor with a dealbreaker S/O pt. 2

[ Part 1 ] < > [ More lore on DBs ]

A/N Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it, I loved writing this and the last one. Dealbreaker lore brainrot fr.

With how dealbreaking usually goes, it's not instantly a happy ending, unfortunately. These are all pretty happy endings, though.

Fairly long reads for all of these, but it's worth it, I promise 🙏

!(MY REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN RN. THIS IS JUST LEFT OVER FROM WHEN THEY LAST WERE.)!

Cw: SFW, depictions of violence, mentions of murder, Husk and Angel's is romantic, Alastor's is platonic, gn reader, male reader in mind for Angel's (forgot to add this aaaages back omg)

**Alastor's is written under the assumption that the Lilith owning his soul theory is real + is making a great big assumptions about Lilith + the nature of her deal that will likely be disproven.

She's a great big mystery, I'm just heavily leaning into pure theory in that one.

Angel

- When you break his contract, Angel is overwhelmed with a potent mixture of relief and gratitude.

- The path this far had been fairly easy as far as the process of actually breaking the contract goes.

- The chains on him were poorly crafted and the format was extremely simple with a lot of loopholes to bust the contract wide open.

- It was honestly much harder to fully knock Angel out of the all-encompassing fear-rooted belief that he was doing something incredibly wrong after years of Val's manipulation and control over every part of him.

- It didn't take long to make the counter-contract, just a few minutes referencing the draft as you quickly wrote everything down upon the page pressed against the filthy bench you were sitting at. Angel hovered over you anxiously wringing his hands as he watched you work.

- The lock on his prison cell was quickly broken, along with the actual collar around his neck.

- You cheered as you threw your arms around the disbelieving man next to you. Angel cracked a smile, giddy as he realised that you had done it.

- This peace was short-lived, however.

- You now had to deal with the consequences of actually breaking Angel's deal. Valentino does not take kindly to people taking his toys away from him, especially not one of his top money-makers and favourite souls.

- You had, of course, crafted the counter-contract that was now clutched in your palm in some random location far away from the hotel so Val wouldn't be knocking at the front door knowing it was done then and there.

- However, you two still needed to run.

- Hand in hand, you run away from the approaching sound of distant but loudly approaching cars with the sound of gunshots echoing, legs and lungs burning with exertion.

- As a contrast to your very evident worry, Angel is laughing joyously and more boisterously then he thinks he ever has as the feeling of the heavy sensation of the collar that has been weighing on him is lifts alongside the inability to speak his real name without choking on it.

- The feeling of his newfound freedom and adrenaline mixes in his body, making his blood sing out in his veins like a symphony. An indescribably rich sensation of being alive that he thought he'd never be able to feel again while sober.

- "So long, you overly tall rat bastard! I've found something that's better then anything you could ever fucking give me!" Angel yells out into the warm air of the night as he flips off the general direction of the sound of the gunshots, laughing all the way as you get to the getaway car.

- You're panting as you crank the car into gear, speeding away and putting the glowing counter-contract on the back seat.

- As the distant sounds of gunshots fades into the distance behind you, you turn to the passenger side of the car to make absolutely sure Angel is really okay as he calms down from the high of the chase.

- Your boyfriend is absolutely beaming next to you, glowing with a sense of natural light you'd never before seen in your time being together. It's a beautiful contrast to the artificial sense of life you are so used to seeing broadcast within the studio and his films.

- He looks so different, and not only due to the disguise he had decided upon to lay low until shit calmed down a bit.

- As you make it to your destination - a small house youd been allowed to stay at courtesy of Charlie - you put the car into park and sit there for a for a few seconds.

- "Holy shit. I did it. I actually freed you. And we're not dead." You said, stunned.

- Angel snickered, unbuckling his seat belt and leaning over to you to kiss you on the cheek. "Never doubted you for a second, baby."

- You laugh, relieved, turning to him and gently pull his face close to yours, kissing him deeply. You chuckle at the feeling of the giant smile on Angel's face.

- As you move to settle in to live in the small house for a couple of weeks, you regret turning on the television.

- Angel's face flashes across the screen with text quickly scrolling past a smiling but seemingly close to tweaking Vox on the screen, the man looking like he's about to absolutely lose his shit if one more mild inconvenience happens. The Video Star's eye twitches sightly as if hearing something irritating as he speaks.

- "There is a hefty reward for anyone who can find Angel Dust and the dealbreaker who has interfered with his contract. Any useful information will be welcome. To give us tips, go to the website listed below or call-" You switch the TV off, unplugging it as well just in case.

- If Vox got well and truly involved in this situation to attempt to placate Valentino as soon as possible, this would be even more difficult of a situation. You hadn't much considered the rest of the vees getting involved, assuming they would stsy in their own lanes while Valentino stopped being pissy.

- You shake your head, and move to go to the room where Angel is unpacking. The outside world could wait until later. All that shit could wait until later.

- Angel smiles at you as you walk into the room, such a lightness in it that makes your heart burn.

- You hug him tightly and then fall down on your side into the bed, both of you laughing joyously and filling the empty house with life.

- The road ahead would not be easy, but you were finally on the road to starting your life with him.

- Your life with him as Anothony, not Angel Dust.

Husk

- The road to forming a counter-contract was hard as all hell.

- Alastor's deals are absolutely air tight, crafted with the uptmost skill and attention to detail, so you finding a vague clause to dig your claws into to get it rolling after weeks of arduously reviewing it again and again was a goddamn miracle.

- When he saw that you had made progress, he's shocked as can be. Has a 'well I'll be' moment as you point it out to him after another sleepless night as he wanders up to you.

- Feels bad for fully doubting you after that. He's still pessimistic about your chances of actually succeeding in the counter-contract, but the flame of hope inside of him sparks to embers as you manage to do what nobody has managed to even remotely succeed to do in centuries.

- When you make further progress, he becomes deeply afraid for your safety. If Alastor ever found out you'd been able to get this far, you'd be toast.

- Never in a million years would Alastor allow someone who's managed to undermine his skills to this degree to live. When you say that you've got it covered when he brings it up, he's incredibly skeptical and is even more concerned when you say you can't tell him 'just in case'.

- Is in utter disbelief when you insist you just stay in the hotel as you actually write the counter-contract to break the deal while Alastor is out doing some shenanigans.

- When you say that you don't, in fact, have a death wish, he's extremely stressed and sweating bullets as you begin to write what you'd been drafting for weeks.

- The lights flash and then go out as you're about halfway through writing the contract. Unnatural green light fills the room and Alastor casts a great big shadow on the wall as he materialises out of nowhere.

- Husk feels dread sink into every part of himself.

- The ground shakes as Alastor physically shows up, much larger then usual and snarling. "What do you think you're doing."

- His voice is dripping with malice and static which hurts your ears greatly, but the movement of your pen on the page doesn't stop even though you can feel your heart thudding in terror and your vision is becoming blurry.

- Husk feels nauseous as Alastor looks down at you, growing all the more aggressive the more he feels his hold on Husk slipping.

- Husk fights a panicked yell as Alastor's neck snaps to the side loudly, now looking directly at him with an absolutely vile grin on his face. He cannot make it in time as Alastor's hand moves to crush you, and he fears the absolute worst as you are no longer in his sights.

- His deep despair is interrupted however, as from underneath Alastor's palm great big rose briers grow from underneath and pry it backwards, revealing you still writing - albeit looking extremely stressed - and the figure of Rosie who looks rather angry at Al.

- Alastor's eyes widen in shock and disbelief that one of his oldest friends are currently blocking him from destroying the one trying to take his property.

- Husk hardly hears the back and forth and stalling that goes on between the two overlords as he's running to you to try and pull you the hell out of here.

- He stops in place as he feels it, and hears Alastor let out a terrifying frustrated growling noise. The green collar and chain around his throat appears, and then it breaks with a loud snapping sound. You've succeeded.

- You actually fucking did it.

- The next few moment are a blur as Husk is rendered motionless and speechless, eyes wide and tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as if he's about to wake up from this moment.

- He slowly walks towards you, looking to the side blankly as Alastor shrinks back to his normal size and is escorted out of the hotel with a look of pure bewilderment on his face by a now smiling and laughing Rosie. The leader of the cannibals winks at you and gives you a thumbs up as she leaves.

- You turn to Husk and grin at him wearily, still sweating nervously with clear relief on your face. You literally could have just died.

- Husk sinks to his knees beside you from where you sit on the ground, having fallen from your chair as Alastor tried to crush you.

- Husk grips your face in his shaking hands as he looks up at you. He can now see that one of your eyes is black with a deal you've made yourself but for now he doesn't address it.

- "Thank you." His voice is hoarse, low. Tears stream down his face for the first time in a long long time.

- Your face crumples as you allow your brave face to fall to bits. Your heart is still racing and you are still getting over the fear you felt.

- Husk pulls your crying face to his, leaning his forehead against yours as he wraps his arms tightly around you. "Thank you so much." Husk says, closing his eyes and causing more tears to roll down his cheeks.

- "If you ever do something that fucking stupid again, I'll not be humouring you." He added after the wonderful moment stretched out for a couple of seconds.

- You laugh softly, and nuzzle into his cheek as you kiss it. "You're welcome, Husker my love."

- Husk hums in fake annoyance, but he cannot even hide how much lighter he feels.

- The bonds which had kept him trapped for decades had been broken down all at once, leaving him free.

- He had no idea what kind of deal you made with Rosie, but he sure hoped it kept Alastor the fuck away from you and him for the rest of your lives.

- And, for your sake, he desperately hopes it is not the type of deal you will regret making later.

Alastor

- The path to dealbreaking Alastor's is bar fucking none with difficulty, mostly because he doesn't want your help.

- Hurts his his ego so much to see that even though his consistent efforts to tell you to get lost have failed. He's opted to scaring you off multiple times and yet you're still relentless.

- After yet another time of him growing into that massive form and snarling down at you, you snap.

- "Maybe I'm 'overestimating my abilities', but what if I'm not? What if a fresh pair of eyes are what you need rather than you just pissing off to your radio tower and staring at everything until you have a mental breakdown over it!" You yell at him weakly as he turns his back to leave. Blood is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and you're only just regaining your vision from the former static, which blacked it out.

- Alastor stops in his tracks, startled that you know about that too.

- "Maybe I don't have as much experience as you, but I have a different mind and way of looking at things! What if that's exactly why you can't break it? What if whoever it is knows how you think so they've designed this thing so you can't do this alone?"

- You can't see Alastor's face, but he's standing there still not saying anything. One of his ears is pointed backwards in your direction. He's actually listening.

- You gulp, and stand up shakily. "What if they knew that you would never seek assistance, so they've done things which won't be visible to you and only you. If you just give me a chance." You're no longer shouting, rather speaking in a tone you're trying to keep even despite how afraid you are.

- Alastor grits his teeth, ears twitching as he considers it. He's pissed off because you're actually making a good point.

- It goes against every instinct in his body, but suddenly, he's right in front of you, holding out his hand to you as he glares menacingly at you. "A week, and if you find nothing, you will never fucking approach this with me again, or share what you have seen and heard about my deal with anybody."

- You gulp audibly. It's a ridiculously slim deadline for this kind of business, but it's more than nothing. As you accept the deal, he utters a single word you're shocked to hear.

- "Lilith."

- Without any further words, he disappears, leaving a glowing copy of the contract at your feet.

- The week of reviewing the contract was utter fucking hell.

- it's not just that the contract was super air tight, it's just that it was so ridiculously complicated and hard to understand that you could hardly fucking comprehend what you were reading most of the time. It was utterly maddening.

- Your breakthrough, however, came not through solely just reading the words, but from actually talking to Lucifer himself about Lilith when he came to visit the hotel while Alastor left.

- As per the deal, you didn't share anything about the contract, but you did ask about her in private with him and he was actually surprisingly happy to discuss her.

- So that's, how on the last day of the deadline, you cracked the contract wide open with a counter-contract draft you had written in a few hours.

- Alastor almost screams out in pure unadulterated fury when he sees what you've written and hears the explanation behind it.

- Lilith wasn't some skilled dealmaker hellbent on controlling demons. She was a broken down dreamer who had no idea what she was actually doing in the contract, but being Lilith, her words held so much weight that they'd chained him despite that.

- It actually takes every bone in your body to not burst out laughing with how utterly humiliated he looks.

- His ears are pressed forward on his head, and he's making an odd high-pitched audio feedback kind of sound as his face is hidden in his hands.

- He'd been stressing over this thing for years as a skilled dealmaker looking at it, and yet that was exactly why he couldn't do it.

- Couldn't do what you did in a fucking week.

- "So, do you want me to undo this thing now or-?"

- You startle as suddenly he's in front of you, both hands on either one of your shoulders.

- you try so hard to not snicker as you see his expression finally, but fail. He's pressing his still ever-smiling mouth into a crooked line, eyes squeezed shut and brow furrowed. Dark flush covers his cheeks and neck.

- "Yes. Please." He says those words as if they are poison in his mouth. "I'm.. Sorry. That I underestimated you." Alastor opens his eyes to look at you as he begins to regain his composure a bit more, the hard part of this interaction being over with.

- Fortunately, and also infuriatingly, Alastor had not had his soul contract used once. Lilith simply had him in her back pocket and didn't lift a finger whenever she felt him try to break it again and again. It's like she didn't even give a fuck that she literally owned him.

- This fact burnt hot embarrassment and frustration into him as it destroyed his ego, but now it was a relief as she would most likely not try and come after him. Or you for that matter.

- His claws grip painfully into your shoulders as you fail to stop snickering loudly in disbelief that he actually apologised. Admitted losing essentially.

- "S-sorry! I just can't believe I'm seeing you like this." You apologised.

- Alastor gritted his teeth. "Don't get used to it." He growls before his mask slips right back on like it never happened. "I'm simply admitting my mistake in assuming you could not do this, darling! It turns out you truly can't teach an old dog new tricks. Or deer, in this case." He clears his throat, straightening up.

- You smile up at him, heavy bags under your eyes from where you've barely slept for the past week pouring over this.

- "If it makes you feel any better, it makes sense why you couldn't solve this thing. It's utter bullshit nonsense." You shake your head at the contract.

- The deal was undone embarrassingly quickly after that using the draft you had written. No pushback at all on it.

- Alastor feels his collar slacken and break to bits as you write the counter-contract and sighs with extreme relief as he watches the other contract disintegrate, feeling the power which had been stolen coming back as it turns to dust. It doesn't cure the utter humiliation that still sits heavy upon his shoulders however.

- After everything, he would threaten to kill you if you tell anyone about what went on or how he had fallen apart. Though, it would be a lie to say you two don't grow significantly closer.

- Alastor is still hesitant to fully let his guard down around you, however the massive wake that existed between you two even as fairly good friends has now significantly closed.

- He's still a lying, scheming asshole, but he'll be much more inclined to not be so much with you considering you've kept multiple giant blows to his ego fully secret.

This was a lot longer than what I usually write for requests holy moly, but I absolutely loved writing these. I hope I fulfilled your vision anon 🙏

You get through Angel's and Husk's, which are really emotional and sweet, then you get to Alastor's 💀

Masterlist

[pjs-everyday]

pinky saysssss: SCARE ME! 😱 (close-ups)

Who’s the scariest? 😋