#chubby!alois

[warping-realities]

Beautiful Things

Hey, everyone! This story is part of the Viral Transformation funfarre proposed by the one and only @occamstfs, in celebration of hitting 2K followers! Congrats, bro, you totally deserve it. He’s one of our top authors and never fails to bring the best stories.

Before I dive in, I gotta give you a heads-up that this is a story about corruption, where good people turn into the worst kind of folks. If that’s a sensitive topic for you, I’d recommend not moving forward. Trust me, in the original project, things were way worse, but after chatting with the MAN himself, who helped me with some edits, I softened the tone of the story a bit. If you’re interested in the original version, I can post it later, but this is the final cut.

That said, I hope you all enjoy it and join me in celebrating this awesome author!"

Alois was strolling mindlessly in the morning towards the student exchange center in Seattle, where a bunch of fresh-off-the-boat students from all over the world were gathering for the adaptation phase of their exchange semester. The eighteen-year-old Austrian was loving the experience of taking a gap year before diving back into his studies in Vienna, where he planned to become a doctor. As he walked down the busy street, on what should be the only sunny day of the year, he spotted one of those types he had seen around the city. They were all buff and tall, with wavy, well-groomed hair, and the big ol' mustache that defined them, giving off the vibe of some douchebag brotherhood or whatever. This one in particular was jamming out to music on headphones that looked straight outta the nineties, just like his outfit, which consisted of Levi’s jeans, a white tee, a dark jacket, and combat boots. The whole look cranked the douche factor up to eleven, making Alois's heart race a bit as a shiver of attraction ran through him. When the guy passed by Alois, he shot a look at the smaller red-headed man, dripped with arrogance while a smirk played at the corners of his lips, like he knew some secret that Alois was clueless about. To make things worse, the music blaring from his headphones was so loud that Alois couldn’t help but catch a snippet.

“Please, staaaayyyy…”

That stupid song again. At first, Alois thought it was kinda interesting, despite all the religious preaching in it, which rubbed the young atheist the wrong way. What he didn’t realize was that the singer was all about filming a lot of TikTok videos to promote his work, videos that inevitably flooded the social media feeds of a gay dude with an unfounded attraction to that type of guy. A type that seemed to be multiplying on the streets of Seattle every damn day. Sure, Benson Boone was from Monroe, just a few miles away, but still… Maybe he was looking at things from the wrong angle, maybe it was the singer who was cashing in on the style of the group he and his fellow exchange students had dubbed the Mustache Gang.

The fact is, after several months, the hype around the song should’ve died but apparently that was still far from happening. Trying to leave the discomfort aside Alois headed to the coffee shop that had quickly become his favorite spot during his short stay in the city. As he walked along, head down like most introverts do, he got lost in thought about what kind of work the exchange agency would hook him up with, until his daydreaming was interrupted when those familiar chords hit his ears again.

“I want you, I need you, oh God…”

But this time, someone had slapped a cheerful electronic beat onto the song, which not only butchered it but also made it even more annoying. Looking for the source of that cacophony, he lifted his head and glanced to the side. He could’ve sworn he saw a chubby dude coming his way, but now there was no sign of him, just another one of those big-mustached douchebags strutting around with the swag all of them seemed to have, along with the usual cocky grin. Dressed in a white tank that showed off his defined arms and hairy chest. There was no one else close to Alois on the street at that moment, which was a blessing, since his dick was starting to stir at that sight. But that also freaked him out. Where the hell did that damn music come from? Was he seriously imagining things now?

Distracted and worried about his sanity, he stepped into the coffee shop. At that moment, the place was almost empty; there was just an old dude, well past his prime, fiddling with his phone, looking like he was in a bad mood while he seemed to be listening to something that deeply disgusted him through the giant headphones he was wearing. Apparently, the use of those things was a trend around there.

Passing by the old guy, Alois headed to the counter and ordered his usual coffee with cream and sugar. As he made his way back to the exit, still freaking out about his mental state, disaster struck. Clumsy as ever, he tripped and faceplanted on the floor, coffee spilling everywhere and staining a good chunk of his clothes.

“Alois, du bist dumm…”

He said stunned in embarrassment, as he turned to the side, starting to get up. His view landed on black combat boots that ended in large calves covered in denim, leading up to thighs as thick as they come. But the old man was wearing a suit, no? Clearly not, since the Levi’s pants had been replaced by a black hoodie that concealed a massive chest, which the sleeves were stretched to the limit by powerful biceps. The grand torso gave way to a handsome face framed by wavy brown hair, and right in the center, the ever-present slick mustache that even the guy’s prescription glasses couldn’t diminish the douchebag effect. With his eyes closed and a focused expression, he didn’t even seem to notice what just happened right next to him.

But Alois couldn’t help but wonder, where the hell did that old guy go? While trying to figure out when the old dude left the shop and the Mustache Gang member took his spot at the table, the man seemed to wake up. Smiling and fixing his hair, he finally noticed that a kid was trying to get up from a puddle of coffee right next to him.

“Need a hand, little bro?” he asked, though not with a genuinely empathetic expression; on the contrary, the grin he shot at Alois did little to hide how much he found the situation hilarious.

“No, I’m good, thanks!” Alois replied, finishing getting up and bolting out of the shop as the guy burst into loud laughter behind him. Apparently, this dude wasn’t just rocking the look of a douchebag. Rushing to wipe the coffee off his hoodie, Alois continued his march to his destination. Luckily, no other mortifying events unfolded along the way. Upon entering the classroom, he passed by Charles, a French dude with long blonde hair and delicate features, who was checking something on his iPad while also rocking a pair of those old-school headphones. Not wanting to disturb his classmate, he didn’t say hi and headed further back in the room, where bis friends Arjun and Qian, hailing from India and Taiwan respectively, were hanging out. As he passed Charles, he heard that stylized version of Benson Boone’s song again.

“I found my mind, I'm feelin' sane

It's been a while, but I'm finding my faith…”

Apparently, he wasn’t going crazy after all. He quickly turned towards the source of the music only to find one of those big-mustached douchebags and no music font at all. But he could’ve sworn that… wasn’t there another person there? A kid with long, well-kept blonde hair? Well, his hair was definitely blonde and well-kept, just like the his mustache. Wearing a tank top that showed off his arms and staring at everyone in the room with an air of immense superiority that made Alois feel torn between attraction and disgust.

Resuming his path back to his friends, he discreetly adjusted his boner in his sweatpants while sitting down and trying to forget about that damn song.

“So, who’s the jerk sitting at the front of the class like he owns the place?”

“We’ve been wondering that too, man,” Arjun, the skinny Indian boy with long limbs replied.

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough,” continued Qian, who was more compact, as their teacher, Mr. Sizemore, spoke to the class.

“Guys, today I brought the manager of one of the establishments where you might work. Chuck works at a pub called Shooters; it’s an opportunity we typically offer to our students over twenty one. However, the place has expanded and now also has a Hookah Lounge, the Puff Palace. Although I must say the best option would be for no one here to inhale anything, this is still a decent job opportunity. Without further ado, here’s Mr. Chuck Morris.”

The guy smiled arrogantly before stretching and scratching his neck, causing the lightweight, almost see-through fabric of his tank top to expose his nipples, which didn’t seem to bother him at all. He took his sweet time getting up, like he was in some kind of private show.

But in Alois’s opinion, it would’ve been better if he had stayed seated and shut up, because the first words that came out of his mouth to the class raised a wave of utter dissatisfaction.

“Hey there, guys! Happy to finally leave your miserable countries behind and be in the greatest nation in the world?” The conversation didn’t get any better after that, and Alois was sure that whatever happened, he’d never set foot in that bar called Shooters.

After class, he was chatting animatedly with Arjun as they headed back to their dorm.

“I’d love to know what that illiterate would do if he knew he was talking to future doctors, engineers, journalists… while he’s gonna spend the rest of his life working in a bar serving people like him,” Alois commented.

“Probably nothing would change. People like him always think they’re superior just because of how they look and because they were born here in the States. Doesn’t matter if they live in a trailer and rely on government assistance.”

“True, ahhh, I want a coffee; I spilled mine all over this morning. Do you want one too?” Alois asked as they passed by his favorite coffee shop again.

“No, I’m good. I’ll go ahead; we’ll catch up later,” Arjun replied, continuing on while Alois entered the coffee shop. After carefully getting his to-go coffee to avoid a repeat of that morning’s fiasco, he turned and headed to the exit when he heard the synthetic chords again, accompanied by that familiar lyric.

“Don't take these beautiful things that I've got…”

This time, he saw where the sound was coming from—a Latino guy a bit older than him was listening through those giant headphones. Feeling sure he wasn’t losing it, Alois allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief, only to get a major scare. In the blink of an eye, where the guy had been, now sat one of those big-mustached dudes, this one bigger and more muscular than the others, but with the same wavy hair and infamous mustache.

Alois was stunned, staring at the man, who in turn pointed a finger at him as if to assert something and gave him a smile that freaked the young guy out to his core.

Not knowing how to handle that situation, Alois bolted from the shop, trying to make sense of what he had seen. Still in shock, he entered the room he shared with Qian in the dorm, where his friend was sitting on his bed, fiddling with his phone, still dressed in the button-up shirt and khakis he wore to class.

“Dude, you won’t believe what just happened. You’re gonna think I’m crazy, but… I... I forgot... How bizarre, I'm sure it was important Qian! Qian? Is everything okay? Qian…? You good?” he asked, realizing his friend hadn’t heard a word he said, just to see his face contort and his eyes roll back as if he were convulsing, and then… puff. Right in front of him stood another member of the Mustache Gang, wavy hair, slick mustache, a chiseled face and a muscular body on display.

“You good??? Qian? Who the hell is Qian? I’m Ken, you foreigner dumbass.” Said the young man of Chinese descent, the irony of using that kind of comment not even crossing his arrogant and brutish mind. “You’re here only because I couldn’t score with an American ass. But a hole’s a hole…”

“I… what…?”

“You just accept a quick hookup on Grindr man, It's not that difficult. Gonna act all shy now? Here in America, that kind of behavior doesn’t fly. Either you do what you came to do or bounce, but then you'll miss out on all this,” the guy replied, flexing his powerful muscles while giving him an arrogant grin. Alois was thinking about where exactly he was and what he was doing there.

“So ginger, what's it gonna be?”

.....

When he got to the dorm for international students  after getting his ass wrecked by the massive schlong of his Grindr hookup, who he discovered was co-manager of Shooters and Puff Palace alongside Chuck —those two even shared an apartment above the pub—he hated himself for getting into that mess just for a quick lay. Yet, at the same time, it was the best fuck he’d ever had. As he stripped down and got ready to shower and wash off the sweat and sex smell from his body, the distinct ping of a Grindr message caught his attention. Opening the app, he found a new message from Ken Lee.

“Hey ginger I think you’re gonna like this.” Ignoring all common sense, thinking it might be a nude, he clicked the link the other guy sent along with the message. Strangely enough, it was a clip from a podcast where a young woman interviewed a flamboyant man, who was wearing a bright and flashy suit, both chatting animatedly. Everything about them screamed obnoxious  starting with their shrill voices that didn’t stop talking for a second. Losing interest and wondering why a guy like Ken would send that to him, Alois let the video play as he headed to the bathroom in the room he occupied alone in the dorm.

“… so, Benson Boone? He’s such a total hottie, girl!”

“Don’t even get me started, Yasmin! I melt for a guy like that! I’d do him in a heartbeat.”

“Me too, Nico! But with that whole Christian boy vibe, I’m not sure he’s got the moves.”

“Girl, it’s just marketing. A guy like that, with that body? And anyone rocking a mustache like that knows exactly what to do with a girl… or a man.”

“Nico you slut, I heard some rumors…”

“I know, girl! I wouldn’t doubt he’s hooked up with more than a few, after all, a man has his needs, and to a guy like him a hole’s a hole like my brother used to say”

“Oh, my brother always said the same thing. What’s going on that there aren’t any more men like him in America?”

“I’ll tell you, I don’t get it either. Everywhere I look, I only see snowflakes and wimps. They say they are our allies, but this talk about toxic masculinity has turned all of them into whiners. Of course I prefer not to be attacked in the street by a bunch of homophobes, but sometimes all we want is someone to fuck us senseless And no one does it like a good douchebag, and don't come to me with that talk that this is a white, cis man's thing, yada yada yada... all due respect to the cause, but we need more men like this hottie, not less. Real American men, who know what they want and make it happen, I don't care what they do with their lives as long as they fuck me right. So I vote for more douchebags, of all races, creeds and sexual orientations, sis!

“True, Nico! I wish I could make that happen…”

“Me too, girl, but how about we listen to his updated song while we wait for the real American men to come back?”

“Sure, girl, this version is way better and more danceable, perfect for a man to sweep me off my feet. Play it!”

Then, the chords that had been haunting Alois all day started playing, and he quickly turned on his way to the bathroom to stop the video—there’s no way he’d want to listen to that on his own.

“Mm. Please stay. I want you, I need you, oh God…”

As he turned towards the source of the sound, he froze, hearing it as a feeling of numbness invaded his head and took over his body, barely letting him take a step back before being flooded with memories and sensations that weren’t his. His childhood in Austria was being replaced by one  in Virginia, time spent studying swapped for sports practice, the memory of a skinny physique giving way to a powerful, muscular body, atheism giving way to worship at church every Sunday, even if he spent most of the time distracted, checking out the girls present. And speaking of girls, nights of sex, just banging them in the ass to keep his virginity intact, and when a girl refused, there was always a twink willing to step in. After all hole’s a hole. Then there was the end of school five years ago and the move to Seattle, working as a personal trainer during the day and a bartender at Shooters at night, the apartment shared with Chuck and Ken, and all the possible and imaginable orgies they had . He knew that, as a good Christian, he’d eventually have to give it all up, settle down, and start a family, but until then, the single life was too good to pass up, and he was gonna enjoy it. And even after he gets married if the desire arises, well a man has his needs and one thing he has learned is that no one is a better bottom than a slut boy desperate for a fuck.

“No… no… what the hell…. This can’t be real…” Alois grumbled as he tried to move towards the phone that he now knew had to be the source of this whole bizarre situation. However, with every step he took, his muscles expanded. His skinny chest exploded into slabs of meat that are now pecs, below his abs form into six brick-like blocks, and his arms and legs thicken to a considerable size. His hair grew longer in well-kept waves, and that infamous mustache sprouted and grew on a more masculine and angular face. At the same time, the room he was in transformed, and he found himself on the other side of the city, in the place he had just left a little over 40 minutes ago.

When he got to the phone, Allen adjusted it, fixing the camera angle. That video was gonna be perfect for his TikTok, especially with that new version of Benson Boone’s song, one he’d used in a bunch of other videos, but this remix version was fire.

Fixing his hair and flexing his powerful muscles, he smiled at the camera.

“Yo, what’s up, fam? Today’s heavy lifting day and a wild night at Shooters. If anyone’s interested in what I’m packing here, just swing by or hit up the link to my OnlyFans in the bio. Only for the grown folks, are you really gonna miss out on this?” he wrapped up, crossing his arms in front of his body and flashing one of those grins at the camera.

“Damn, that looks so good!” he said, posting the video on TikTok and heading towards the living room of the apartment he shared with Chuck and Ken, not even bothering to shower. He had a new client coming to the gym in the next hour, so why waste time on more than one shower? “Tonight’s gonna be lit for sure, guys,” he said, talking to his roommates.

“Are you talking about the Indian skinny boy who’s training with you?”

“Ugh, definitely not. Dudes like him are for when there are no other options. But it wouldn’t be a Friday night if Big Al didn’t get some real action.!” He said grabbing his cock and balls over his shorts, laughing. "I can't wait to get some ass." He concludes while shaking his huge cock out of his shorts and making everyone burst out laughing.

“We’re all gonna get some, man. Chuck’s been spreading the word in an exchange class; soon, it’ll be packed with foreign slutty chicks and twinks looking for an American dick, and we can bang them all we want, Red.” Said Ken with a mischievous grin.

"And God bless that! "Chuck added beside him with an identical smile, which was also mirrored on Allen's face.

...

Allen was sitting on a bench in front of the gym, waiting for his new student, a scrawny Indian dude from the exchange program named Arjun.

“You coming, bro?”

“Sorry, I’m on my way. Got held up.”

“So, meet me in the gym locker room so we don’t waste time. In the meantime, check this out,” Allen said, sending the link to Yas and Nico podcast, she was a hot babe even if she seems as dumb as a rock. Not that he cared much about that at all; she was hot, and that was good enough for him, and that Nico had a very fuckable butt. He didn’t even stop to think about why he was sending that video; it just felt like something he should do.

.....

While he was chilling on a bench in the gym locker room, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, he didn’t notice the transformation happening to his student right behind him. The skinny Arjun was rapidly inflating with muscles and attitude without Allen even realizing it. It was only when he looked up and saw a dude of Indian descent with silky hair and the infamous mustache, wearing nothing but gym shorts, casually scratching his powerful pecs.

“Art, you still haven’t finished getting dressed, you asshole? We gotta workout, take some pics of our pump for OnlyFans and hit the bar shift afterwards.”

“Chill, Al, I’m getting ready. It’s not like your muscles are gonna disappear because of a five minute delay in your workout.”

“Five minutes is already too much,” he replied, flexing his arms and smiling arrogantly. “Tonight, I want the max pump in these Beautiful Things I’ve got.”

[luffyvace]

Rules/Guidelines for this acc

address me as:

brook (he’s so cool he’s so underrated)

please read my rules before requesting by the way!! just for no confusion but i’m open to most things :)

Requests: CLOSED m(._.)m

requests: 7 stuff I wanna post: 2

fandoms i write for:

-anime/manga fandoms only: demon slayer, my hero academia, one piece, hunter x hunter, bungo stray dogs, saiki k, mob psycho 100, Black Butler, Blue Lock, Fairy Tail (new)

(I don’t know all the Blue Lock characters I haven’t read the manga. Same for Fairy tail, except I just haven’t finished the anime)

(Fire force, Assassination Classroom, Ouran Highschool Host Club and God of High School will be added when I finish watching! <3)

donts:

-proship, character x oc, hate/judge me or others on this account, nsfw, homophobia (unless requesting fluff or comfort from character because of homophobic parents), pregnant reader, racism, suicide, self harm, (heavy) angst, holidays (i don’t celebrate any so I don’t feel comfortable writing for it), drinking or smoking (never done it so I don’t have any knowledge about it—plus I don’t feel comfortable with writing for it) etc the typical

do’s:

pretty much anything else, i’m pretty accepting: fluff, sfw, platonic, romantic, character x matchup, character x character if i like the ship (I don’t ship many tho), random/general headcanons, request as much as you want (don’t spam the same one tho), poc/black reader, male reader, amab/afab, trans reader, chubby reader, tall reader, short reader, glasses reader, character x reader similar to [character], fluff prompt hcs

who i mainly write for:

Luffy, ace, zoro, sanji, brook, robin, izuku, katsuki, aizawa, chrollo, feitan, kurapika, tanjiro, inosuke, rengoku, obanai, saiki k, atsushi nakajima, mob aka Shigeo Kaegayama, reigen, Ciel Phantomhive, Grell Sutcliff, Alois Trancy, Undertaker, atsushi

Ideas of things to request me!:

I have a mini series called ‘character’s kisses’ where if you request for example: “Luffy’s kisses” I’ll do headcanons of his kisses and what I’d think they’d be like! :)

platonic/romantic hcs

general hcs

x ____ (unique type) reader

character x matchup!

Authors notes:

i don’t do many au’s unless i like them (I’d most likely do modern au’s or character survived au, Portgas D. Ace for example), same with ships. But don’t be afraid to req I might say no I might say yes

only fluff, adult or not there’s plenty of nsfw acc

i only do certain polys (but don’t be afraid to req one!)

there are some spoilers on this acc :P (I always put a warning, if it’s a big or small spoiler, and what part of the anime)

sfw only don’t req anything else i won’t do it (kissing/making out is 👌)

safe place for minors since this a sfw acc

for the record I will prioritize requests and random impulses to write something over the list i made so if you really wanna see something just ask me- don’t wait around idk how long it’ll take😭

sometimes I leave randomly, usually due to mental or personal reasons, if I ever wanted to permanently stop writing, I’d say something, so don’t worry <33

don’t be afraid to req a character from an anime not listed here, i know way more anime’s than that, those i are just the characters i feel i’d write best for

don’t be afraid to req :)

how to get blocked:

don’t be a pain: again—judging me or others, anything in the donts, spamming (i ask of you, be patient when sending in a req, some days I simply don’t feel like writing and that’s okay, so again I ask you to accept this <3), etc

Masterlists:

Masterlist

Masterlist part 2

List of characters I want to write for eventually:

List of characters I want to write for eventually

uh yeah i think this is it for now

♡

©luffyvace 2024 do not steal, copy, paste, plagiarize, repost on another platform, translate my work without permission or edit my work.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 10.3

Beer Birthdays

John Gorrie (1803)

John Gund (1830)

Fred Horix (1843)

F.D. Radeke (1843)

Alois Alexander Assman (1856)

Sean Lewis (1984)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Harvey Kurtzman; cartoonist, Mad magazine founder (1924)

Clive Owen; actor (1964)

Greg Proops; comedian (1959)

Stevie Ray Vaughan; rock guitarist (1954)

Gore Vidal; writer (1925)

Famous Birthdays

Louis Aragon; French writer (1897)

P. P. Arnold; soul singer (1946)

Dr. Atl; Mexican painter (1875)

John Perry Barlow; poet & songwriter (1947)

Giovanni Battista Beccaria; Italian physicist (1716)

Gertrude Berg; actress & screenwriter (1899)

Pierre Bonnard; French artist (1867)

Benjamin Boretz; composer & theorist (1934)

Wade Boteler; actor & screenwriter (1888)

James M. Buchanan; economist (1919)

Lindsay Buckingham; rock guitarist (1949)

Johnny Burke; songwriter (1908)

Neve Campbell; actor (1973)

Natalie Savage Carlson; author (1906)

Chubby Checker; pop singer (1941)

Eddie Cochran; rock singer (1938)

Chris Collingwood; English-American singer-songwriter (1967)

Giovanni Comisso; Italian author and poet (1895)

Antoine Dauvergne; French violinist & composer (1713)

Pierre Deligne; Belgian mathematician (1944)

Gerardo Diego; Spanish poet (1896)

Jean Grémillon; French director, composer & screenwriter (1901)

Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brook; English poet (1554)

Eirik Hegdal; Norwegian saxophonist & composer (1973)

James Herriot; English writer (1916)

Roy Horn; illusionist, with Siegfried (1944)

A.Y. Jackson; Canadian artist (1882)

Allan Kardec; French author (1804)

Jessica Parker Kennedy; Canadian actress (1984)

Pyotr Kozlov; Russian archaeologist & explorer (1863)

Ronnie Laws; jazz, R&B, & funk saxophone player (1950)

Tommy Lee; rock drummer (1962)

Henry Lerolle; French painter (1848)

Rob Liefeld; author and illustrator (1967)

Gustave Loiseau; French painter (1865)

G. Love; singer-songwriter & guitarist (1972)

Leo McCarey; film director (1898)

Keb' Mo'; blues singer, songwriter (1951)

Janel Moloney; actress (1969)

Alan O'Day; singer-songwriter (2940)

Emily Post; etiquette columnist (1872)

Steve Reich; modern composer (1936)

Kevin Richardson; singer-songwriter & actor (1971)

Aleksandr Rogozhkin; Russian director & screenwriter (1949)

John Ross; Cherokee nation chief (1790)

Josephine Sabel; singer & comedian (1866)

Sebastian Anton Scherer; German organist & composer (1631)

Seann William Scott; actor (1976)

Al Sharpton; politician, civil rights activist (1954)

Jake Shears; singer-songwriter (1978)

Laurie Simmons; photographer & director (1949)

Ashlee Simpson; singer-songwriter & actress (1984)

Shannyn Sossamon; actress (1978)

Gwen Stefani; rock singer (1969)

C. J. Stroud; football player (2001)

Tessa Thompson; actress (1983)

Sophie Treadwell; playwright & journalist (1885)

Johann Uz; German poet & judge (1720)

Buket Uzuner; Turkish author (1955)

Carl von Ossietzky; German journalist & activist (1889)

Jack Wagner; actor and singer (1959)

Dave Winfield; San Diego Padres OF (1951)

Thomas Wolfe; writer (1900)

Allen Woody; bass player & songwriter (1955)

Sergei Yesenin; Russian poet (1895)

[mixiury]

Requests: Open

Hi Hi!! If you are here is because you are interested on requesting something. Please make sure of reading the whole post before hand!!

General details:

I write: One shots and headcanons.

Character limit: 3 for one shots, 5 for headcanons, 2 for both.

Fandoms I write for: Genshin Impact, BSD (Including novel characters).

Rules:

I don't write for ships (except skk), modern AU or poly relationships. I also only write one fandom per request.

Make sure to specify if you desire one shots, headcanons or both. If you don't I will just write headcanons by default.

I accept repeated requests with other characters, however, if your request includes more than the character limit i will just cut off some.

All requests involving N$FW, pregnacy and cheating will be delated/ignored.

I only write gn reader without specifics to keep it inclusive to everyone UNLESS the gender or description is relevant. (ex: Trans mtf reader feeling dysphoric; Chubby reader feeling insecure about their body; Character(s) with a blind reader.)

I'm okay writing for mental health issues and disabilities as long they aren't demonized/disrespected in your request.

Sending requests when they are closed is allowed, but they will be taken as suggestions. I may or may not write them and, in case I do, i may change some characters or the request itself.

Characters I won't write for:

Genshin: NPCs, any kid, Chevreuse, Noelle, Yun Jin, Xinyan, Eula, Aloy, Keqing, Baizhu, Xingqiu, Chongyun, Mika, Gorou.

BSD: Fukuchi, Fukuzawa, Junichiro, Naomi, Ichiyo, Motojiro, Koyo, Teruko, Fyodor, kids, any character that was long forgotten or irrelevant.

Depending of how many characters you ask for I will take more or less time. If your request is taking too long feel free to ask me about it, just don't be mean or spam me— (If you do your request will be delated and you will be blocked.)

That's all ^^

[praeteritus-memories]

"Take your bloody hands off me!" [ Claude <3 ]

"My master has requested your presents." Even if the last time Alois ordered for Jezebel was a disaster that ended in a pesky raven coming to poke at Claude. Alright, poke is a heavy understatement but as a spider, one can begin to imagine how much he despises most birds if they aren't chubby and yellow.

"I'm sure you're familiar by now. my master's orders are absolute." Seems he's squeezing even tighter on her wrist.

[chubbyheroesworthyheroes]

Alois tfining into a bull boy??

Alois had to admit, he didn’t think he’d ever want to settle down anywhere else but Garreg Mach; it’d been his home for so long, and he’d fought and bled for it most of his life. But, this quaint little village that his small had moved to after the war had calmed down was, in a word, picturesque!

The main center of the village was small, just a few buildings loosely strung together -- a tavern where the locals often ended up at the end of the day for food and drink, a couple of shops geared mostly towards supplying the farmers in the area. The surrounding area was all farmland, lush and green and teeming with life everywhere you looked. It both felt sleepy and bounding with energy at the same time. What was best about it, though, was that the war hadn’t touched this place, and in turn, it was a safe haven to raise his family in peace.

Despite his slight reservations of becoming a farmer -- after all, he’d been a knight for so many years -- Alois had slotted into the new role quite easily. He was no stranger to hard work, and it was incredibly rewarding to see his efforts result in something visibly good instead of blood and violence as it had once been. Though every day was ended exhausted and dirty, he couldn’t help but grin as he thought of the crops growing out in their fields and the few but content animals they kept.

He was happy, and perhaps it was this contentedness that made it so easy for the oddities of this little farming community to slip under his radar.

Now, it wasn’t often that Alois went into the main part of the village to spend time at the tavern, as his wife often busied herself cooking most of the day, but the jaunty music and jovial voices brightening up the night one evening just seemed too good to pass up on. He told himself he’d just have a drink or two, chat with his neighbors, and then head back to the homestead.

Of course, as soon as he stepped into the glowing warmth of the tavern, he knew it wouldn’t be so simple.

“Alois!” boomed a loud, deep voice, an absolutely massive individual lumbering over to slap a meaty arm around Alois’ shoulders in greeting. Judoc was something akin to the head of the village, though as he was aware, there wasn’t anything official about it. In a room full of people, Judoc stood out; he was incredibly tall, and almost as wide as he was tall. Wavy, black hair and a thick beard that complimented his sun-tanned skin nicely; big, brown eyes that almost put one in mind of a cow or deer’s for how soft and warm they always were.

“Been a while since we had you join us!” Judoc continued boisterously, jostling Alois playfully before walking them both over to the bar and thrusting a large mug of beer into Alois’ hands. The frothy head on the drink sloshed over the lip of the mug, and Alois was quick to take a drink in order to not spill anymore in case Judoc continued.

“Ha, I know, I know -- I don’t like to disappoint the wife, though,” Alois chuckled goodnaturedly, taking another sip of his beer. It was exceptionally good; heavy and earthy, with a strange but not unpleasant undertone of creaminess to it that seemed completely unique to this village. He’d never had alcohol like it before, and it was hard not to take large swigs of it, but he was trying to pace himself. “Still, you all seemed to be having a good time in here! So, I just couldn’t help myself from checking in on the party.”

Judoc and some of the other men within earshot nodded along in understanding, raising their own drinks in a lazy sort of camaraderie.

“As a good husband should do! Happy wife, happy life, hm?” the big brunet concurred, winking as he replaced Alois’ suddenly empty mug of beer with a fresh one. He hadn’t even realized he’d made his way through his first drink so fast, but he didn’t question it too much as the easing warmth of the booze started to sink in.

The night continued on as such. It was nice to chat and catch up with everyone else, and the constant flow of alcohol made it easy for Alois to forget just how much he was drinking and how late it was getting. It was all just a blur of happy chatter, drinking and laughing.

“--so, you think you’d be up for the task?” Judoc asked, most of whatever he had said goin completely over Alois’ head as he found himself enthusiastically nodding in agreement to whatever it was. The larger man beamed, slapping him on the back in congratulations. “Wonderful! I know our village is small, but this is a great honor! Always good to get some new blood in. Most of us have already done this before, but it always works best with someone who hasn’t taken part yet.”

The small part of his brain that wasn’t utterly sloshed right now tried to shove alarm or concern to the forefront of his mind, but the brief feeling was soundly pushed away when the entire tavern erupted into uproarious cheering as Judoc announced his agreement to...to whatever it was he’d said yes to. Alois found himself crowded in by a bunch of rowdy, otherentusuastic farmers, all wanting to buy him a congratulatory drink -- and, with how drunk he already was now, saying no to the offerings just wasn’t in the cards.

As night wore on into early morning, Alois could really only recall snippets of what was going on. Everything seemed out of focus, and at times, simply bizarre. The drinks just kept coming, and despite how bloated he felt, he couldn’t fight off the friendly hospitality of his neighbors. There were vague flashes of conversation here and there, many of the men hyping up the harvest festival that was going to start up in the next few days. They kept talking about the honor of his role, and how great it had been when they’d done it. As the room tilted in and out of focus, Aloud could have sworn that the people he was speaking to started to look less human and more bovine -- a tail on someone over there, a set of horns on Judoc, ears on several others.

It was hard to differentiate the real from the utterly booze altered. Steadily heading towards a drunken blackout, he doesn’t realize that he’s not exempt from the odd, animal-like attributes he’d started to see on the others. The other men watch approvingly as Alois dozily settles himself down in a chair, nearly missing his destination but managing to sit down heavily with a huff. Nursing what remains of another beer someone had passed into his hand, he’s oblivious to the way the chair creaks under him as his body begins to shift and grow.

What he’d thought was simply bloating from drinking too much was quickly proving to be much more than that as his stomach pushes out almost liquidly with fat, rounding out heavily until it came to a sloshing settle into his lap. With so much sudden growth, his shirt did its best to cover him, but the material gave up quickly against the onslaught of chub and rode up the bloated dome of his beer belly until the cloth bunched up under his plush moobs. His strong chest had puffed up just a moment after his belly surged forward into his lap, growing into deliciously plump and meaty pecs that stretched his overtaxed shirt enough to show off his pert nipples and the round outline of his moobs with no trouble at all. The little trail of fuzz just under his navel had seemed to gain ground the more his stomach stretched, his belly partially coated in short, fur-like hairs.

Beer sloshed down his chin and into the valley of his moobs as it became almost awkward to drink without simply chugging it messily; his nose and mouth shifting forward and together to create a soft, boxy muzzle of a bovine as he finished off his drink with a hiccuping moo. The rest of his face followed suit, becoming soft and round, but still definably masculine despite the pudge. His head ached horridly for a moment, as if his hangover was deciding to visit early, Alois shaking his head in an attempt to dispel the discomfort as his ears elongated and flapped about with the movement, two beautiful, curling horns poking out from his temples surprisingly smoothly.

His arms and legs plumped up a little, but mostly retained their muscular forms -- if anything, they bulked up a bit more, really stressing his clothes to their limits. But his ass was another story. Similarly to his gut, his ass grew out in a tidal wave of lard, quickly filling out of the seat of his pants and then some, seams tearing wantonly as his rear grew out into a lovely cushioning of fat. With his trousers already torn through completely by his ass, Alois hardly even felt the swatting tail of a cow sprout out just above his titanic back end.

On the brink of passing out into a blissfully dunk sleep, Alois only just caught the wishy washy words of Judoc pronouncing that this harvest was sure to be a bountiful one if the festival had such a promising start to fattening up its bull already.

[anawkwardlady]

Claude embracing a very Grandpacore winter aesthetic.

[eat-your-god]

me: Kotallo and Aloy with a baby, pretty please? 

program: what about Aloy and Aloy with a baby? 

WHERE IS KOTALLO? GAWDG hahaha he is missing T_T

GOD

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Actually you know what we need more of in media? People, especially heroic figures, growing soft.

After all isn't that the entire purpose of saving the world? to let yourself lose muscle mass, put on weight and forget how to fight; not sit around awaiting the next disaster.

[vancila]

6 15 22 30 32 40 and 45 for alois, bailey and joe?

dudes

6. What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

Being exclusive, he doesn’t do that.

Demanding he lose weight, he’s cute just like he is thank you very much

An asexual partner, nothing against them, he’s just a sexual dude

15. Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

His aunt Heloise, good-natured poking about the management of their brothel and Alois’s lavish lifestyle

Heather bc she’s his sister, it’s inevitable.

In a friendly way with Morri, in a hostile way with Mirad, but that thankfully ends.

22. What is your muse most thankful for?

Being able to do what he does in relative freedom and offer people a safe place if needed as well. One shouldn’t have to pick this profession if they don’t want to.

Just life probably, he’s got plenty to be thankful for so he’s just thankful for being happy.

Being still alive and not mangled after years of doing what he does, being tall and manly bc man he couldn’t handle being short or hairless

30. Who was your muse’s first kiss?

Some older lady of the night in the seedier side of town, went there bc of curiosity as a young adult and stayed

A girl from his speech therapy group, first gf, eeeeee

His first high school emo gf he held hands with and sometimes even kissed

32. How does your muse feel about crocs?

Tacky.

He came here to wear comfortable shoes and is feeling so attacked right now

Only acceptable after becoming a dad

40. Has your muse ever been to a concert?

There’s live music sometimes at the brothel but otherwise nah

Yeah plenty

Some

45. What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

Maybe a Hufflepuff, he’s relaxed and kinda lazy but still kind-hearted and warm and caring. 

Hufflepuff, just an overall nice dude (who can cook)

Some weird Hufflepuff/Gryffindor mix, too chaotic to be Hufflepuff, too level-headed to be pure Gryffindor (Morri is the pure Gryffindor)

[islandofsages]

masterlist ♡

guide

☆ - platonic

♡ - queerplatonic

☾ - unspecified

aether

reunion with another otherworldly traveler ☆

albedo

qpr headcanons ♡

someone has vandalized your (he)art but don’t worry, he’s here for you ☾

aloy

nothing yet.

amber

you come out to them ☆

ayaka

they accidentally trigger war veteran reader’s ptsd  ☾

ayato

seeing you in lingerie ♡

barbara

you come out to them ☆

beidou

with a younger sibling reader ☆

bennett

nothing yet.

childe

you come out to them ☆

being best friends in this modern world ☆

you two are high school bffs ☆

seeing you in lingerie ♡

chongyun

being friends with ghost!reader ☆

collei

with shapeshifter!reader ☆

going to weinlesefest ☆

dainsleif

nothing yet.

diluc

you come out to them ☆

they accidentally trigger war veteran reader’s ptsd  ☾

seeing you after a long time ☆

seeing you in lingerie ♡

diona

nothing yet.

dori

nothing yet.

ei

going to the arcade with your bestie ☆

eula

nothing yet.

fischl

nothing yet.

ganyu

nothing yet.

gorou

qpr headcanons ♡

heizou

qpr headcanons ♡

hu tao

you two forgot...something ☆

itto

seeing you in lingerie ♡

jean

you two get your well-deserved rest ☾

they accidentally trigger war veteran reader’s ptsd ☾

seeing you after a long time ☆

kaeya

seeing you in lingerie ♡

kazuha

nothing yet.

keqing

their reaction to you buying a rex lapis plush ☾

klee

nothing yet.

kokomi

nothing yet.

lisa

nothing yet.

lumine

reunion with another otherworldly traveler ☆

miko

being friends with someone similar to her ☆

mona

nothing yet.

ningguang

nothing yet.

noelle

nothing yet.

paimon

nothing yet.

qiqi

nothing yet.

razor

nothing yet.

rosaria

nothing yet.

sara

nothing yet.

sayu

nothing yet.

shenhe

nothing yet.

shinobu

nothing yet.

signora

nothing yet.

sucrose

nothing yet.

thoma

qpr headcanons ♡

giving you encouragement for a driver’s test (feat. xinyan and zhongli) ☆

he is your big brother! ☆

seeing you in lingerie ♡

going to weinlesefest ☾

tighnari

with shapeshifter!reader ☆

venti

being best friends in this modern world ☆

you two are high school bffs ☆

he takes care of you while you’re sick ☆

xiangling

nothing yet.

xiao

qpr headcanons ♡

xingqiu

being friends with ghost!reader ☆

xinyan

qpr headcanons ♡

giving you encouragement for a driver’s test (feat. thoma and zhongli) ☆

yanfei

nothing yet.

yelan

nothing yet.

yoimiya

going to the arcade with your bestie ☆

yun jin

nothing yet.

zhongli

qpr headcanons ♡

their reaction to you buying a rex lapis plush ☾

comforting you during a depressive episode ♡

giving you encouragement for a driver’s test (feat. thoma and xinyan) ☆

seeing you after a long time ☆

with chubby!reader ☾

seeing you in lingerie ♡

going to weinlesefest ☾

misc.

they react to you quoting eggman’s announcement (everyone except the kiddos) ☾

[animeyanderelover]

Prompt 46 (Ash)

s/o hurt by someone else (Ciel, Alois)

Chubby darling (Vincent)

Yandere Alphabet (Sebastian, Undertaker, Joker)

Two strange fellows (Ciel & Alois)

Yandere Alphabet (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude)

Happy Birthday, my dear! (Sebastian, Charles Grey)

Pregnant s/o (Ciel)

Sharing a darling (Rachel&Vincent)

Yandere is already in a relationship (Ciel, Vincent)

Obsession with bugs (Grell)

Prompt 44 (plantonic!Ciel&Lizzy)

Taken away from home (platonic!Sebastian)

Prompt 56 (Lau& Ran Mao)

Prompt 73 (Ash; NSFW)

Foodie s/o (Sebastian)

Prompt 76 (Ash; NSFW)

Prompt 53 (Vincent)

Modern s/o trying to help them (Grell&Ronald&William&Undertaker)

Edward´s infant daughter (platonic reaction; Edward, Elizabeth, Frances, Alexis, Paula, Ciel)

Platonic Hc's (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Agni)

Handmade gift for Valentine's Day (Ash)

Prompt 157 (Sebastian)

Darling escaped (Sebastian, Claude, Hannah, Triplets, Grell, Undertaker, Pluto, Ash)

In love with the same darling (Sebastian+William, Sebastian+Agni) 25

Grim Reaper darling with black wings (Ash)

Unapologetically Queer s/o (Alois)

Pregnant with twin girls + platonic Yandere twins (Rachel & Vincent)

Indian aristocrat who hates to be in England because they've colonized her people (Ciel, Sebastian, Lizzy, Alois, Vincen)

Injured s/o needs to have a surgery for a day (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude)

S/o from this world resisting the demon butler (Sebastian)

Prompt 68 + 92 (Ash; NSFW)

Prompt 25 (Sebastian)

Yandere Mina Hc's

Parents Part 2: Their child is a bit older (Madam Red)

Singer s/o (Sebastian, Mey Rin, Grell, Undertaker, Joker, Snake, Lau, Ran Mao, Soma, Charles)

S/o has a arranged partner (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Vincent)

Mutual admiration from afar (Snake)

Fighting over a witch darling (Sebastian&Claude)

Risky cuddling (Timber&Thompson&Canterbury, Grell, Dagger, Ran Mao)

Exchange reaper (Grell, Ronald, William, Undertaker)

Modern and stoic s/o who died in her old world (Grell, Ronald, William, Undertaker)

Hard to approach with that sigh (Claude)

Darling is Ciel's older sister (Sebastian, Claude)

S/o with a very fragily body (Ciel, Sebastian)

Isekai reader ( all platonic! Rachel, Vincent, Real Ciel, Our Ciel)

Prompt 94 (Sebastian)

Yandere Alphabet (Pluto, Snake)

Very quiet s/o (Ciel, Sebastian, Ronald, Joker, Alois, Hannah, Ran Mao, Charles)

Darling thrives under his care (Ash) 50

Nsfw Hc's (Charles Grey)

Goddess s/o (Sebastian, Ash)

Darling has a panic attack (Ciel, Alois, Ash)

S/o is extremely fragile (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Ash)

My one and only partner (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Ash)

But you're a guy! (Ciel)

S/o owns an aggressive Siamese cat (Sebastian)

Pregnancy Hc's (Pluto, Snake)

Angel s/o (Poly Sebastian, Claude & Ash)

Serial killer s/o (Sebastian, William, Ash, Claude, Hannah)

Falling in love with the same s/o (Soma & Agni)

Minor Deity s/o (Ash)

Prompt 91 (Angela)

Love is a waste of my time (Sebastian)

Nsfw Hc's (Snake)

Nsfw Hc's (Hannah)

In love with the same darling (Snake & Peter)

Crybaby vs. Crybaby (Ash)

Receiving a massage from their s/o (Sebastian, Ash)

Quick Christmas Hc's (Ash)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 10.3

Beer Birthdays

John Gorrie (1803)

John Gund (1830)

Fred Horix (1843)

F.D. Radeke (1843)

Alois Alexander Assman (1856)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Harvey Kurtzman; cartoonist, Mad magazine founder (1924)

Clive Owen; actor (1964)

Greg Proops; comedian (1959)

Stevie Ray Vaughan; rock guitarist (1954)

Gore Vidal; writer (1925)

Famous Birthdays

Louis Aragon; French writer (1897)

Pierre Bonnard; French artist (1867)

Lindsay Buckingham; rock guitarist (1949)

Neve Campbell; actor (1973)

Chubby Checker; pop singer (1941)

Eddie Cochran; rock singer (1938)

James Herriot; English writer (1916)

Roy Horn; illusionist, with Siegfried (1944)

A.Y. Jackson; Canadian artist (1882)

Tommy Lee; rock drummer (1962)

Leo McCarey; film director (1898)

Keb' Mo'; blues singer, songwriter (1951)

Emily Post; etiquette columnist (1872)

Steve Reich; modern composer (1936)

John Ross; Cherokee nation chief (1790)

Seann William Scott; actor (1976)

Al Sharpton; politician, civil rights activist (1954)

Gwen Stefani; rock singer (1969)

Dave Winfield; San Diego Padres OF (1951)

Thomas Wolfe; writer (1900)

[chubberbaria]

ALOIS!! He's probably chumby under all that armour

he definitely is pretty chubby and thicc under that armour... 

[anawkwardlady]

Season 2 AU where Ciel and Alois have a duel but instead of sword fighting they do the Chubby Bunny Challenge until one of them chokes. 

[icarus-imagines]

Alois Trancy X Male!Gay!Reader

May I request an Alois Trancy X Male (Gay) Reader? I would appreciate one so much! I want Alois and the gay male to be bedmates for the old man. Thank you.

Word Count: 2,131

Category: Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

~Eternity~

"Are you cold?"

"Hmm?" Your head snaps up at the sudden voice that sliced the earlier silence enveloping the big cells which held you and several boys who were also held captive.

Your eyes raise from the female maidservants passing through who you were watching earlier, washing some of the boys off with buckets full of water, to a boy to your right realizing it was Alois. A smile graces your features as you stare over at him. He wasn't one to talk much ever since you two had met,  frankly that had been the first thing he had ever said to you in quite a long time. You shook your head your (H/c)  locks swishing a bit at the gesture.   "Īe, I'm alright."

You hug your knees tighter to your chest, knowing it was a lie.  The floors made of cold hard stone was beyond freezing underneath your mostly naked body that only had a towel like a skirt wrapped around your hip like everybody else, not helping you were quite a modest due to your upraising in life unlike most of the others. Water dumped from the buckets nearby seeped into the stone cracks, some making its way into your shared area. Thankfully you had both snagged a corner where it was the driest and was shadowed for more privacy.

A gasp almost leaves your mouth as an arm wraps around you from behind your back,  then your shoulder, dragging you close into a chest. You freeze but realize it was only Alois. It shocked you due to the fact he had never shown 'affection' before.  You slowly relaxed relishing in the warmth brought on by his body. 

Stealing a glance towards his face his usually cold lifeless eyes had softened making them look 'normal'.  Though you could still see a hint of a secret rage similar to that of an ocean storm occurring. Likely from his past. His hair, though a bit grimy, was shiny and looked soft with the light blond color adorning it. But what surprised you the most was his lips. He seemed to be smiling. Or more evidently smirking,  to better suit him. It was small and would only be seen if you knew what to look for closely. 

"You liar," Aloi's murmurs, "you could have just told me you were... "

His voice trails off his tone almost emitting dissatisfaction and disgust towards the receiver. But you just continued grinning knowing he didn't really mean what he had said towards you.

"Whatever you say," you whisper softly as your hand reaches up swiftly, to the small singular cowlick protruding from his head angled to the left, and flicking it nonchalantly before bringing your hand back down. "Jim. "

You momentarily feel him tense,  before it disappears as if nothing happened. Though against your normal nature you liked teasing him whenever you two were alone and in private together. But you always knew when it went too far. And knowing Alois's past you had to be extra careful where you prodded into for the enjoyment of joking around with him. Thankfully you had not gone too far and had gotten him to smile slightly.

Thinking for a few moments you snuggle further into his chest sadness overtaking your form remembering once again the situation you two were still in. Being sold to a boy-loving rich elderly man was something you had not thought yourself being capable of. But unfortunately, it had happened when you had run away from your family after you had confessed dear things about yourself. You, not being able to wait for an answer, escaped to only be caught by small-town villagers that sold you quickly. All of them clearly happy they had gotten pieces of gold for your body. Quite selfish,  you thought to yourself

You bat away the sad thoughts with an imaginary hand flick, even though you knew they would never truly go away. Fiddling with your fingers you ask Alois a small question,  almost cringing as you hear your voice crack a bit. "Do you think we will ever escape? Or be free...?"

It unsettled you the way the air hung heavy after those words,  but you ignored it desperate for an answer from the closest person you considered a friend in this hell hole.

"Yes, " he simply states, his voice completely steady unlike yours had been.  (E/c) eyes widening the slightest at the casual response you lift your head,  looking through your (H/c)  hair, to see his expression. He seemed to be smirking again though something in his eyes scared you,  never before seen such a look from him before. He turns to you a little too slow for your liking but nevertheless smiles. "No matter what we will escape the grasp of this horrid 'Queen's Spider'.  And after that, we will have all the time in the world. "

You relax returning his facial expression feeling lighter than air. Nodding enthusiastically you agree without a hint of regret. Alois keeps the smile on his face as he gazes at you. He lays his head on your shoulder entirely. 

"Go to sleep, we will have a lot to do tomorrow... "

You would both get out of here...

No matter the cost...

Unfortunately, if you had known the cost beforehand you would have never agreed...

~*~*~*~

~Not Too Long Ago~

"Oh, they must be the new ones... "

You lift up your head, new to a sound other than muffled crying from other boys, horseshoes, and the creak of the wagon. To be greeted by two middle-aged men talking as the wagons containing not only you but about twenty or so other boys passed by. 

"No wonder he's called the Queen's Spider. Even the way he eats is spider-like. "

You lean closer trying to continue hearing the conversation.

"Unfortunately the prey caught in his web... He consumes their noble purity to the last drop. "

"How horrible... "

You mentally nod agreeing but stop short as you silently bump into the person next to you due to your earnest attempt to listen to their conversation. Frantically embarrassed you offer a quick apology. 

"Gomenesai! " you start. "I wasn't watching myse-" you cut off your own blabbering nervously looking up at the person.

Revealing it to be a person with platinum blond hair and cool blue eyes. He stared at you without any words, and though he wasn't intending it seemed as if he was piercing you simply with his small gaze.

Deciding to ease the tension you introduce yourself to him hoping you would succeed. "M-my name is (Y/n) (L/n).  And you are? "

He stares a bit longer, it looks as if he was thinking for a bit.

Did he forget his own name?

"A-Alois," he begins,  but his voice grows steadier with each word.  "Alois Trancy."

You nod giving him a small smile. But frown a bit at his semi-surprised expression. He answers your question as he speaks.

"You don't seem like the rest of us... "

You shrug not sure how were set apart, though it did appear you were different. "I guess they haven't broken my spirit yet. And I won't let them. "

He offers the faintest of smiles to you before watching the scenery go by before saying,  "Well,  I hope they don't... "

~*~*~*~

~Present Time~

Your eyelids crack open, (E/c) eyes traveling this way and that remembering where you are. Recalling the events that had happened until now. Along with how your relationship with Alois had progressed from strangers to something complicated and special.

Yet another day in hell. You bring the thin blanket over yourself, in the wooden cubicle like a box, thankful your were warm enough to still be surfing in these unliveable conditions.

Just as your about to doze you are startled by loud gasps and breaths for air. Peering up you see Alois,  his golden hair more disheveled than normal, his eyes slightly shaking. And for some odd reason, you could almost seem to hear him say 'A demon'. But it must have just been your head messing with you.  Beside that fact, you arise from the small bed and reach out an (S/c) hand on his shoulder.

He turns around quickly easily startled,  but his expression and breaths soften realizing it's just you. "Are you alright? " you ask still groggy from being woken up late. Alois merely nods, but still looks unnerved.

Turning to you he seems shy and reluctant,  but he confronts you. "Is it alright if I sleep with you tonight...

Without a second thought, you nod scooting over to make room for him. He slid in easily overlapping his own blanket with your (F/c) one. Both of you laying back down once more you stare at him, transfixed at his beautiful features.

It had unnerved you earlier when the old man had said Alois's eyes were the color of rust stuck to the bottom of a drain pipe. You, on the contrary, thought his eyes reminded you of the outside sky. Though cliché it was due to the fact you nor most of the other boys had seen the outside world in such a long time. So peering into his eyes reminded you what the day used to look like.

Snapping out of your thoughts you looked worriedly at Alois still unnerved by the way he had woken up earlier. "Did you have a nightmare? "

Alert from your voice he stares down at you since he was still taller even in a bed with you, he nods ashamed he could get scared of such a small thing. Since he was supposed to be the person scared of nothing out of the two you.

"Y-yes, but... Now that I am here with you I'll be alright..., " he remarks intertwining his fingers with yours. Using his other hand he cups your (slim/chubby/ round/oval/etc)  cheek. Your eyes widen perplexed at his statement.

Cheeks heating a fiery red, which you are sure he can feel by now, you merely tighten your grip on his fingers in yours, not wanting to let go anytime soon. "No matter what,  we'll be together forever right? "

Removing the hand from your cheek he wraps it around your (Body/type) waist,  his forehead touching yours.

"Of course we will. That perverted old man won't be able to keep us apart no matter what we go through."

Grinning you yawn still sleep deprived. Alois takes note of this and impishly smiles. "Sorry, for waking you up. But you can sleep now. I'll be here in the morning and we'll run away together... "

~*~*~*~

~Extra Ending~

True to his word Alois had gotten you both out of that cruel place with the help of a butler clad in black, that to your knowledge was actually a demon. Though you didn't like him, finding him very suspicious from the moment you set your sight on him for the first time, you still put up with him due to how much you cared for Alois.

(You never forgot that Alois had to be touched by the pervert after everything had happened. You had to scold him, yet his response was if you had wanted to be his first instead. To which you couldn't answer from severe blushing and stuttering.)

It was true not long after escaping you had confessed to liking him more than just a friend and even a brother. Expecting to be rejected you were surprised when Alois shared exactly the same view. Making you both even more joyful than you both had already been. Even more so when Alois had unexpectedly told you he could still become the heir to the Trancy Manor. (How it happened you didn't know, but did you really care?)

The events leading up to everything occurring with the Earl Ciel Phantomhive and his demon Butler Sebastian Michaelis hadn't driven you away from Alois. But had brought you closer, even with Alois's personality reopening.

Being devoured by Hannah, yet another demon Alois had encountered (Not including the triplets), made you happy. You could 'live' for eternity by Alois's side along with Hannah and Alois's cute younger brother Luka, who quickly took a special liking to you. 'Life' had never been better.

The future you had built with Alois...

Would last for an eternity...

That you were absolutely sure of...