#heheheheh Alastor is trying

[allastoredeer]

I don’t know why but I think it would be hilarious to see how Alastor and Lucifer would react to a reporter asking about their relationship in ur fic, since they would need to keep their facade and such.

Lucifer probably teaching Alastor how to act, since he has ‘more experience’ in romance, while Alastor reminds him that he has been dumped two times and doesn’t trust a single thing. That mental image is so priceless 😆😆

Also imagine a reporter going like “everyone in hell want to know who tops in bed?”, and lucifer almost proud goes “ofc it’s me”, meanwhile Alastor ace ass is confused as hell, cause he isn’t familiar with the term, but feels offended nonetheless lmao

Meanwhile vox is crying and eating ice cream in bed

Yes, Vox is watching this and he is crying, sobbing, on the floor.

Hehehehe Lucifer is going to have his work cut out for him in the fic, though. He's got more experience than Alastor does, and knows how to at least come off as being in a typical, allosexual relationship.

Alastor is sitting there, zoning out, because hhhhhhhhhh why does this require more effort than he thought it would.

Alastor: Let's pretend to be in a relationship

Alastor when he actually has to pretend to be in a relationship:

[hazelfoureyes]

why smut with an ace character?

This person was a minor so I won’t reply directly. I would love to discuss sexual orientation and the wibbly wobbly nature of attraction and pleasure to someone who I think needs a space to discuss it but as an adult stranger? That’s not my place and I would be wildly uncomfortable doing so directly. But! For anyone who does see my blog and wonders why, I’ll have this set on my master list to save me time

Heheheheh MY TIME HAS COME

closing in on 5 months of being on tumblr and this is my first “BUT ACE!” Comment/inbox

so, why?

✦Alastor is canonically Ace! The aro aspect was mentioned by an important staffer but has been left off as a descriptor by Viv herself and no accepted as canon. She gave her explicit permission to write them as we are comfortable with.

✦Asexuals can and do fuck! 💦 (my source? My ace spec partner!)

✦Alastor’s ace spectrum is often times an important aspect of my stories!

I always have Alastor motivated into sexual situations for non-sexual reasons.

Closeness, intimacy, fulfilling a partner’s needs, a biological imperative, for power, for control, putting someone into a submissive to embarrassing position. It’s to see someone break and bend to his will (with consent).

But lets shift into asexuality now --- how I write him isn't a representation of all ace people! It’s just how I view his place on the spectrum. Being Ace doesn't mean you can't ever want sexual pleasure in any form, it doesn't mean you never think about sex or enjoy seeing it.

Letting people explore the range of being asexual is as important as with any other sexual orientation. If you feel people being non-sex repulsed and being Ace is making your own identification harder to make clear to strangers —- well then I wonder if the label itself is more important to you than the community we all desperately seek and need when we publicly acknowledge our sexuality. We publicly say we’re LGBTQIA+ because these labels are for self identification and signal to like minded people and allies we're here. This is how I love and how I want to be loved. Maybe one day a different word will exist to separate the spectrum but we’re living and working with what we have today and how we find each other now. “Why not call him grey ace?” It’s each individuals decision how they wanna identify!

Full circle. Why do I write SO much smut about an ace character? Of course I think that animated deer man’s personality is hot lmao but also because I love this character and identify with him a lot! Being ace doesn't mean he doesn't ever have sex or ever enjoy physical pleasures! Writing about someone seeking out pleasure for non-sexual reasons is very fun for me as someone who doesn't identify with the romantic aspect of sex many people put on it. Do ace people fuck for romantic reasons? Yes! Absolutely! Being Asexual doesn’t mean you’re Aromantic!

Why not write fluff or QPR? Because I'm aromantic and it's harder for me but I am trying and am getting better at it because I want to write more things that meet the needs and wants of many kinds of people. As for QPR, I'm still learning what those relationships look like and learning how to idenfity them in my own life!

And finally— it’s valid to write him as any form of Ace or even not Ace at all! I prefer to keep him Ace spec but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong to make him not. He’s not real and the creator has given us permission to do so. 👌🏼

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: “Whhhew...! That was-”

Vaggie: “A lot?”

Charlie: “-better than expected!”

Vaggie: “No kidding. If I’d known inviting your dad here would get Alastor looking like a wet cat, I’d’ve pushed for it sooner.”

Charlie: “I’m just glad you pushed when you did.” (smooch) “Thank you. I’ve missed him.”

Vaggie: “Looks like he’s really missed you too, babe.”

Charlie: “Mm. Not enough to call, though.”

Vaggie: “Ehh, calling can be scary. Good thing you’re plenty brave.”

Charlie: “Only when you’re holding my hand!”

Vaggie: “Husk would say that’s an act of fucking bravery all on it’s own, letting yourself get grabbed by the small, mean, grumpy lady. Remind me not to help him out at the bar again ever. I think there’s vodka in my hair.”

Charlie: “I’ll try, but you know you’re gonna help anyway.” (second smooch) “Can I get a ‘you’re welcome’?”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “Charlie, I didn’t do anything.”

Charlie: “You do lots.”

Vaggie: “And thank hell Angel Dust isn’t around to hear that…”

Charlie: “I’m serious! You got me to call dad in the first place!”

Vaggie: “I just suggested it, you’re the one who did it, and you two worked things out together like a real father-daughter team.”

Charlie: “And we’re a great team too.”

Vaggie: “Well I’m definitely a pretty big fan of us. Although…. Sir Pentious and Keekee are giving us a run for our money. And the Niffty plus a lock of Lucifer’s hair combo might just have us beat.”

Charlie: “Blegh! She actually got that in the end? I thought her scissors couldn’t even cut it!”

Vaggie: “They didn’t. She used my spear.”

Charlie: “She WHAT-”

Vaggie: “And asked your dad very nicely to please take off his hat so she could trim off a piece without ruining the rest of his hair.”

Charlie: (sigh) “I guess as long as she ASKED…”

Vaggie: “D’you think her whole room is just a shrine to quote unquote bad boys?”

Charlie: “Oh don’t say that. We need to introduce her to some boybands or something.”

Vaggie: “We?”

Charlie: “Yes ‘we’, little miss likes making lesbian covers of the songs normally sung by teenage boys while you’re in the shower and think the sound of running water can in any way drown out your beautiful, heart stopping voice-”

Vaggie: “I- you- You’ve been listening!?”

Charlie: “Eeeev-er-y morning yep! Heheh~”

Vaggie: “Diablo mio… I need a drink.”

Charlie: (giggling) “To go with the vodka hair?” (nibbles Vaggie’s fringe) “Nom nom nom. Delicious~”

Vaggie: “Scratch that- clearly WE need some SLEEP.”

Charlie: “How can I sleep at all tonight, though? Vaggie- we’re gonna get a meeting with the top angels of creation! We’re gonna be on cloud nine! Literally! In HEAVEN!!”

Vaggie: “And sleep won’t be enough to prepare me for that but you definitely need it.”

Charlie: “It’s impossible! I need to SING!!!!!”

Vaggie: “You need to go shuck off those shoes and get in your ruby slippers while I put in your fav movie so we can get some rest.”

Charlie: “If you put in the Wizard of Oz you know I’m 100% gonna sing anyway right.”

Vaggie: “Yeah, but you’ll be singing in bed so you can keep watching the movie, and that’s good enough for me.”

Charlie: “I love youuuu~”

Vaggie: “Love you too sweetie. Slippers. Bed. Z’s. Now.”

Charlie: (kicks off shoes) “Ta da! There’s no place like home!"

Charlie: (clicks hooves together)

Charlie: "Heheheheh...!”

Vaggie: “I meant on the bed in your pajamas and under the actual covers- vaya, whatever. Scoot. Don’t go running off to Oz without me.”

Charlie: (snuggling vaggie in a hug instead) “I’m never going anywhere without you, Vaggie. Including heaven.”

Vaggie: (awkward laugh) “Great…”

Charlie: “Wanna know whyyyy?”

Vaggie: (smiles) “I make a great hand-holder, apparently.”

Charlie: “Yes. And, you’re home.”

Vaggie: “….yeah? I’m here? This is our room?”

Charlie: (snorting) “Vaggie-”

Vaggie: “In our hotel??”

Charlie: “Vaggie nooo- Anywhere else would be home too, with you there.”

Vaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: (deep breath)

Vaggie: “…... Charlie-”

Charlie: “You gonna press play?”

Vaggie: “-huh? Oh. Yeah.”

Charlie: (snuggling her) “This has been an amazing day. Wish every day could be like this, forever.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.” (hoarse) (curling up as close to charlie as she can) "Me too.”

-101 minutes of Oz later-

Vaggie: "Charlie?"

Charlie: "... nnnoooo..."

Vaggie: "Charlie, c'mon, at least let's get your coat off."

Charlie: "Mmrrr... mi mi mi..."

Vaggie: "You can go 'snork mi mi mi' afterwards. Work with me here, Dorothy- I can't get you settled into Oz without help."

Charlie: "Hmmheheheh... so im Dorothy..?"

Vaggie: "Definitely. You've got the ruby slippers on and everything."

Charlie: "I love that you call my hooves that~ Thats so silly. You're so silly, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "And you're already half asleep. Suspenders next, okay?"

Charlie: "Remove the suspenders... delete the suspenders..."

Vaggie: "Get your horns tangled in the suspenders somehow, wait, hold on-"

Charlie: "SUSPEND the SUSPEDERS!"

Vaggie: "Alright, good enough. That's all the annoying stuff gone anyway. You should be good like that, right?"

Charlie: "Sleeeeeepy. Snuggles?"

Vaggie: "Snuggles right after I change, give me one sec okay."

Charlie: "Mmm."

Charlie: "...vaggie."

Vaggie: "That was half a second."

Charlie: "Vaggiiiiie."

Vaggie: "I'm right over here, stop making grabby hands."

Charlie: "Vaggggiiiiiiiee...!"

Vaggie: (huffs) "Fine, fine..." (snuggles) "Not like my nightie would cover much anyway. But if we end up having to get up in the middle of the night for something exploding again, you're going out first, and I'm stealing your jacket."

Charlie: "You look good in my clothes."

Vaggie: "I look like a ten year old. The sleeves have to be rolled back to the elbow just so I have hands."

Charlie: "I like your hands..."

Vaggie: "Thanks." (kiss) "Go to sleep, Charlie."

Charlie: "Wait- heheheh- wait, Vaggie-"

Vaggie: "What?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, Vaggieeee~!"

Vaggie: "Giggling into my boobs isn't helping me understand what you're saying, babe."

Charlie: "Vaggie. If I'm Dorothy, and youuuu are GAY, then.."

Vaggie: "Little scared to see where this is going, not gonna lie."

Charlie: "Does that make-" (snickers) "Does that make you a girlfriend of Dorothy's?"

Vaggie: "............."

Charlie: "Vaggie~?"

Vaggie: "...Charlie. Please."

Vaggie: "Go the fuck to sleep."

Charlie: "HEH!"

[radioisntdead]

Can I request Child Reader in Hazbin Hotel, during Christmas because Charlie loves to give.

Alastor gifts a new knife set to Reader and Reader gifts everyone a dead Valentino that was shoved in a box :)

HEHEHEHEH

T'was Christmas

[the poem I'm parodying]

Warnings: DEATH TO THE PIMP, lowkey morbid

’Twas the night before Christmas,

when all through the hotel, only one creature was stirring, not Charlie, nor Alastor, or little fat nuggets, it was the youngest resident in the hotel, you.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and you snuck past them with such delight,

Alastor had given you a set of pretty knives for an early Christmas delight, small enough to hold comfortably in your small Chucky-like hands.

you tiptoed out of the hotel, trying not to awaken anyone from their slumber.

The Vee's were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of their utmost desires danced in their sleeping heads, thankfully you couldn't see dreams or else Vox's dream with Alastor would've given you nightmares.

With Velvette in her bonnet, and Vox powered off in his cap, Valentino was left unprotected.

He had just settled his stupid brain for a long winter’s nap, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, small little footsteps pattered.

He sprang up from his bed to see what was the matter, away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, ripping away the curtains.

Hanging from the window like a little lemur, eyes bright with a grin so wide.

The pimp stepped back from the window arms recoiled as little hands pulled up the window, sneaking in like a shadow.

You landed on the ground with such cheer, skipping over to the purple man in the corner, his blank eyes filled with such fright.

He pushed past you so lively and quick, trying to open the door, only for it to be jammed like a cheesy low budget horror movie.

You waved your knife at him scoldingly, like an angry grandmother.

he screamed and shouted, calling for his friends by name,

“Voxy! Velvette! There's a Pequeño demonio aquí!!!"

"Help me! Help me! Quickly!!"

But to no avail his friends were fast asleep warm and snug in their beds, fast asleep, not even a peep from him could be heard.

No one was coming to save Valentino this Christmas night, no Christmas miracle would save him from your wrath.

Dry leaves crunched beneath your little winter boots as you dragged your Santa bag back to the hotel, it was heavier then when you left, filled with one of your gifts.

When daylight approached and Charlie gleefully slipped into your room waking you to open up your gifts.

You ran down the stairs, holding on to the rail so tight as everyone else gathered around the tree, holding mugs of coffee, spiked coffee or hot chocolate, also possibly spiked.

The bottom of the tree was full of gifts, some for you and some for everyone else, as you sat in your corner, gleefully unwrapping your presents,

A new pajama set, many toys from your favorite kid appropriate shows, a radio, and many other things that you would spend the day playing with, you were distracted as the other began opening their gifts.

A moth fur coat for Al, nice and fuzzy, warm for the colder months of hell.

A striped feather pen for Charlie to draw with.

A pink sewed bow that you handmade for Vaggie.

A sharp golden tooth shaped pin for husk.

A big chunk of soft moth fluff for Niffy.

And last but not least for Angel, a familiar pair of heart shaped glasses and a ripped up contract.

He stared at you for a moment, how could a kid like you kill an overlord? He didn't know and didn't want to find out, with a flick of his wrist he put the glasses on and watched you merrily play with your toys, like you didn't take down an overlord the night before.

It was a very merry Christmas for the hotel, warm, cozy, filled with joy and laughter, unlike the vee tower, cold and fearful, filled with anger and grief.

A very merry Christmas indeed!

GOOD EVENIN' FOLKS!! I DO HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND I HOPE YOU HAD A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!! THANK YOU FOR TUNIN' IN, I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL NIGHT!!

Psst!! Join our discord

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.8: DREAMT SOULS|○

I'm running through a forest. A luscious, green forest. I can immediately tell this isn't a place in hell. Its far too nice, but, it also seems familiar, like somewhere I used to know. It feels like I'm running from something. Moving past the trees and shrubbery quite fast, with the sun setting overhead.

I'm not running alone either. There's a girl, around my age, running with me. She seems quite familiar aswell, with a black hat, blond hair, and a pair of blue dungarees, a grey t-shirt under it.

She's beautiful.

Stunning, actually. Though I don't get an awful lot of time to admire this girl, as we just keep running. This is when I notice that I can't control my body. I just keep running no matter what I try to do, until eventually we stop at a cliff, beside a river, and some brilliant views of a mountain with the sun setting behind it. It's amazing. I almost recognise this place too.

After a moment of admiring the view, I realise why it's so recognisable. It's the woods I lived near on earth.

Before I can think about it much more, I look down to see the girl's arms around my chest, though, I can't feel the touch. She's.. crying? Why? She was fine just a minute ago. Is she hurt? Was it me? I try to tell her not to cry, that she's okay, but my mouth won't open, like it's glued shut. Another person, an older, middle aged looking man, emerges from the treeline, and he does not look happy. He looks furious, actually. What is going on? The girl is suddenly crying more, and before I can think about it, a knife lands, piercing my neck. I can't move or pull it out, and the last thing I see is the weeping girl.

I know why I recognise her.

I suddenly wake up back in my room in the Hazbin Hotel. It was a dream. I'm thrown back into my own harsh reality.

I'll never truly see that girl again.

I sigh, getting up and heading down the stairs, to be greeted with a certain red haired cyclops, playing with bugs.

Niffty.

"Oh, hi niffty." I call to her as I approach.

"Oh hi there! Have you come to see my show? heheheheh" she says back with a manic laugh. What?

"Uhm.. no.. no I haven't." I answer. Is she here just to play with bugs?

"Hey, niffty? Why are you here? At the hotel I mean." I ask her curiously, crouching down to her height.

"Oh! Mr. Alastor brought me and Husk here. He needs me to clean." She responds back, nonchalantly. Alastor brought them here? And they agreed?

"Well how come if you guys agreed to work here, Husk is always so miserable at his bar?" I inquire.

"Well we didn't agree- well I did, but it doesn't matter, he owns our souls!" She says, a bit too casually, as if we were talking about the weather.

"He what- he- how?" I ask, slightly dumbfounded. How does he simply own their souls?

"We each made a deal with him! Duh!" She replies, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"So you can just.. give away your soul down here? Really? Just like that?" I ask, still shocked.

"Well yeah! That's just how it is down here, hehe" she says with another cackle.

"And he can just.. make you do whatever he wants? All the time?" I ask, to which she smiles happily and nod.

"Yup! And usually, he's really nice!" She says. Why do I not believe that? She then looked around for a moment, and said, " Oh my goodness! It's still so icky in here! You should help me clean the whole place!" And before I fan protest, she whisks me away to the fireplace, where she jumps up on it to clean something above, knocking over a vase and a picture of charlie and her parents, which I both catch, just on time.

"Jeez- be careful, niffty." I scold.

"Oops! Sorry! She says back.

She starts climbing on different chairs, couches, tables, and anything else she can find that supports her weight. Everytime, knocking something over, which I managed to catch most times. I missed a small gadget, it looked like something pentious made, so I don't really care for it. After a while she stopped.

"I'm gonna go kill some bugs now. But.. you are invited to my roach puppet show later on!" She hands me a peice of paper, which has a crudely drawn drawing of a bug on it, before scurrying off. Huh. Weird. I put the peice in my pocket, before heading to my next destination: the bar.

"Husk." I, deciding to get straight to the point. "Does Alastor own your soul?"

"Yup. Don't gamble, kid." He says. That's it? No explanation, not even looking up from the bottle he was cleaning. "He owns millions. That's why he's an overlord, dumbass." Oh. Well now I feel stupid.

"That's alot." I state, not really knowing what else to say. The silence is awkward, after I heard from Charlie that I allegedly passed out after something less than a dozen drinks.

As the silence grows, I decide to get up and leave, going to my room, where I can think: why? No, how does Alastor own Husk's soul? Niffty too, but no one seems to know the first thing about her. But Husk seems smart enough. How did he let Alastor get his hands on his soul?

After a while of sitting there, maybe 10 minutes, maybe a few hours, I don't know, I get up, and head to Niffty's roach puppet show.

[statiicstag]

🚢

ship with me !! - meme

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( plotting first then we can jump in? hehehehehe )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know : I LOVE CAL. i am grabbing him and shaking him. alastor is always very interested in doubles and i think this would be a special case of piqued interest because they are so unalike even down to their appearance. i think the only part i usually struggle with is /how/ to get them together but also it's hell, we can so easily figure something out !! magic and powers and stuff like that

[angelfire115]

Part 42

Alastor and Tia finally made it back to the hotel. Charlie ran to the door, pulling both of them into a group hug. Charlie: "You guys, I was so worried". Through sniffles and tears, Charlie let her friends go and smiled up to them. Tia: "Aw, Charlie don't cry, we were fine". Tia tried her best to comfort her friend and calm her crying fit. Alastor reached into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief which he then gave to Charlie to use. She accepted the token and wiped her tears.

Charlie: "Sorry, I was just so worried, I'm so glad you're ok". She have another huge smile after her tears were gone which made Alastors heart beat, he enjoyed the feeling, the more it happened, the more he felt alive with her. Tia and Charlie continued to walk inside the hotel with Alastor following behind. Their little chat was interrupted by the news.

Katie Killjoy: "Good afternoon everyone it's Katie Killjoy here". Tom Trench: "And Tom Trench". Katie Killjoy: "What an exciting battle happened today? An epic rematch showdown with Alastor the radio demon and Vox the TV demon". Tom Trench: "Not only that but new players were caught in the mix, such as another top demon Valentino and Husker the cat known to be a friend and past side fighter for the radio demon". Katie Killjoy: "But did you know Tom, that they'd had been fighting not because of the thrill of it or because of the hatred, no but because someone close to Alastor the radio demon was kidnapped?"

Tom Trench: "I definitely didn't Katie, what a surprise it was that Alastor would accept a second fight to free a girl, could this girl be an important friend or a secret lover?". Katie Killjoy: "Such spice. Who knew the radio demon himself would get himself a hook up?". Tom Trench: "And a lucky one at that, I've seen that girl and ooooh boy, any man would fall for her". Katie Killjoy: "Definitely caught me off guard, we'll be discussing this epic fight, it's ending, the secret love and more, after the break". *SNAP*

The TV shut off completely, everyone stood in shocked silence. Tia was slightly blushing but also, incredibly baffled. Angel dust suddenly burst into none stop laughing and wheezing, banging his fist on the table almost falling of his chair. Angel dust: "Holy sh**, that was... That was awesome". He continued his laugh which cut short immediately as Alastor loomed over him, his fury showed through his face and eyes. Angel dust: "Ehehe...ehehe...eeeeh". Alastor: "You are one very thin ice, Angel". Angel looked up at him sweating buckets as his cheeky smile and cocky laugh completely left him.

Whilst Charlie stared at him with daggers in her eyes, not impressed. Charlie: "Alastor". Alastor shot up, snapping out of his state, staring at the not so impressed princess with a nervous smile. Tia: "Um, so what are we gonna do? I'm really grateful for you saving me Alastor but should we do something about... That?". Breaking the tension with everyone, Tia was wondering if things should be explained. Charlie: "About that, the thing is, Alastor, he, um". Vaggie: "He thought Charlie was kidnapped and thought he was saving her".

Tia was speechless, so that's what Husk meant when he called him an idiot. He left before they revealed her face. It all made sense. Charlie: "Uh, Tia? You ok?". Tia broke out in a fit of laughter and giggles. It was all hilarious how Alastor went to save someone who wasn't in trouble. Tia: "Oh my goodness, hehehehehe, that's amazing". Everyone stared at Tia, all a bit confused over her laughing. They all expected her to be upset about it but they were definitely wrong. Charlie: "Um, Tia? You seem pretty ok with this". Tia tried to calm herself and her giggle fit but some did break through.

Tia: "Oh, don't worry about it, I don't mind, it makes sense after all and anyway, I'm glad it wasn't you, I'm also glad that in the end, it turned out fine". She gave everyone a grateful smile, genuinely happy that, everything turned out ok. Everyone relaxed themselves and some smiled back. Charlie looked outside to see the night was approaching and it was time for closing. The day had gone by pretty fast even though so much happened in that one day. Everyone headed to their living quarters, saying their goodnights and disappearing into their little homes.

Alastor was about to leave till a *Ahem* caught his attention. Charlie stood behind him, she looked to him shyly. Charlie: "Um Al, I just wanted to say, thanks for saving Tia, it means a lot even though you didn't know it was her and thought it was me but still, thanks". Alastor stared softly at her, he turned to her fully looking into her eyes. Alastor: "It is alright my dear, I did not mind it though I am also glad, that you weren't apart of it". As he said that last bit, he reached to stroke her hair with his claws, shifting part of it behind her ear. She blushed slightly at the sensation. He was so gentle, she barely felt it but still, it felt therapeutic to her.

He moved to her chin, raising it to look at him. He stared at her beautiful face for a few seconds before leaning down and kissing her forehead. He raised himself back up. Alastor: "Goodnight my dear". He flowed his hand to her hair, down it, picking a little up and wouldn't let it go till it fell from his hand as he walked out. When the door closed, Charlie stood there, wide eyes, holding her forehead and a blush plastered on her face.

She moved her hand to her cheek, then to her hair. Remembering the feeling he had left on her. Without even thinking she smiled and giggled slightly. Noticing what she was doing, she shook her head vigorously, trying her best to remove the warm feeling left in her chest. What was happening? It's almost like she felt like she didn't want him to stop. To keep petting her like a dog. It was weird and it scared her. What was she feeling?

Could she be slowly and surely, falling for him?