#steel beak

[bullyet]

sketches for @bluesuuun 🍾

[thefearsomefangirl]

Fearsome Five with The Justice Ducks (an others) for flavor xD

In court for their crimes | Therapy | Get's a creepy call | My mom is calling | | BDSM | Every friend group has | There is not clean dishes | doodles | fandom starter pack | Do you cry a lot | How are you still friends? | Get's a creepy call

[shadowslab]

Sketches from magma with friends

@bluesuuun 💜

[bluesuuun]

Yeah, I love the Steel Beak/Black Heron. I'm not ashamed

@shadowslab hi 🩵✌️

[steelsponge]

101DS Drawing a Day Challenge 13/18.

Dylan does some impressions. He seems to be really good at them. It's as if these characters he's referencing sound just like him (Although even he doesn't want to acknowledge the existence of the new Megamind movie).

[fierykitten2]

Past Paradox Quaquaval that loses the Water-type in favour of a Dragon-type for no reason meanwhile Future Paradox Meowscarada that loses the Grass-type but gains a type that isn’t Electric or Steel

[d0rothydraws]

Reader gets attacked on the way home from work late at night.

content: f!reader, violence, possessiveness, murder, blood, after care, fingering, sweet talk, sex.

w/c: 2.2k

Ao3: Here

a/n: I have like 3 other fics im working on, one being where he helps you on your period but apparently thats too soft for my brain because it told me that I needed to write something where Sylus kills for you because I wanted to feel something. Please read the content descriptions, If you aren't comfortable with violence, you can skip to after the break.

It was late, work went longer than expected and you were exhausted. Usually, Sylus would pick you up when it was this late but he had what he called a "non negotiable meeting". He offered to have Luke or Kieran pick you up or order a ride but you refused, stubborn as ever. You were a capable hunter, and besides you've done this walk hundreds of times before. Though, even yet, if Sylus couldn't be there, he did everything in his power to make sure you were safe.

The sound of the mechanical bird's wings was loud in your ears as Mephisto landed on your shoulder, Its eyes shining in the dark, almost like Sylus' himself. "You were waiting." You mumbled as you turned the corner to set off on your journey. Mephisto just turned its head slightly, ruffling its feathers.

A few minutes passed and you heard footsteps behind you. Your shoulders tensed as you put a hand on your gun. You weren't sure what happened, it happened so fast as the steps grew louder, faster. More steps than you could count. An ambush. Your body moved on its own as you turned to try and shoot at one of the men, at any of them. Your gun going off as your body hit the ground. Mephisto flew at them, his razor sharp beak aiming at their eyes. While he did manage to harm one of the attackers, the other two were still surrounding you as the third slapped the crow away.

"What's a pretty little thing doing out this late." One of the men said, pulling a knife out as they watched you try to reach your gun that was just out of arm's reach. Before you could grab your backup plan, the smaller gun Sylus had given you for emergencies, the second man stepped on your hand, making you scream in pain as you were immobilized.

"Eat shit." You hissed, not giving up the fight as you squirmed under them, trying to throw them off of you as the one holding the knife straddled your hips. You spit at him, and in return, he grabbed your jaw. His other hand held the knife against your throat. You refused to show the fear in your eyes as you felt the steel kiss your skin.

"You're too pretty to be using words like that, princess." The man spit. You tried to throw him off of you but the knife pressed harder into your neck. "Keep going and you won't be saying anything soon."

"That fuckin bird got my eye boss! Can't see shit." The third man said, trying to cover his eye to stop the bleeding. The second man spoke up in a mocking tone. "Suck it up, you got another one don't ya? Anyways, ya won't need to see in order to hear the sounds she's gonna make when we-"

The alley filled with black and red smoke. Your heart raced as you heard the sound of Mephisto, and then- "You should know better than to touch what isn't yours." Sylus said calmly, appearing through the smoke as the red and black coils snaked around the men's necks, lifting them in the air. You couldn't move, your body felt paralyzed from the attack. You could only lay there as you watched Sylus approach as the men were raised higher and higher. He looked calm but there was an anger behind those eyes, a fury. Your heart raced, the sounds of the three men that attacked you background noise as your eyes locked with Sylus. Slowly he leaned down to help you up, his touch gentle yet you could feel how tense he was.

One by one the men fell from the sky, each tendril releasing them one by one. As each of the bodies fell from extreme heights, their cries were silenced on impact. Falling to their death efficiently. You didn't see the bodies, barely heard the sound, as Sylus pulled you into his chest, blinding you from the event. You could hear his heart racing, his lips against your ear to cover the sound behind you. "I'm sorry I took so long, sweetie." He said, his voice tense as he rubbed your back slowly as if checking for injuries. "Let's get you cleaned up." He muttered as the coils wrapped around the both of you. It felt surprisingly warm, like a warm gust of summer air. In moments it was as if you were flying, being guided across the city and through the N109 Zone back to his home.

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The night was a blur, you felt numb, mentally and physically. Sylus didn't say too much, there was a look in his eye that you have never seen before. His touches were soft as he helped bathe you, cleaning the grime and dirt off of you, paying extra attention to the areas that the men touched as if to replace the memory.

After you were clean, he helped change you. A fresh set of soft pajamas, your favorite cozy fluffy socks to add to it. Slowly, he lead you to the bed. The smell of him filling your senses as you laid down. The images of tonight filled your mind, the faces of the men. How fast everything happened. The feeling of that knife against your throat. Your heart started beating faster as your body tensed slightly.

Strong arms wrapped around you, settling behind you on the bed as he pulled you close against him. He tangled his legs with yours as his hands gently rubbed circles against your skin. His lips against your ear as his words cleared your mind like a prayer.

"It's ok. Nobody will ever touch you again, you're mine. And I'll make sure of that." He whispered, his words sincere as he kissed your ear. "I'll make you forget everything that happened today." He said as his hand dipped under the band of your pajama pants trailing the curve of your hip.

You felt your mind start to melt as you focused on his words, his touch. The smell of sandalwood and bourbon against your nose as the feeling of his hand made you shiver. You felt like you were in his embrace for hours as he whispered into your ear, his hand teasing and grazing your skin gently but with purpose.

His other hand moved under your shirt, trailing up until he reached your chest. Slowly, he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. His lips moved to your neck, kissing the skin softly before nipping, leaving small red marks down to your shoulder. His hand dipped under the band of your underwear, pads of his fingers brushing against the wetness between your thighs. You gasped softly, a hand moving around to curl into his hair, pulling his lips closer into your skin where he purred in approval.

"That's it kitten, feel every bit of what I do to you." He whispered, voice hot from the feeling of your hand in his hair. "You're doing so well, I love how you shiver when I touch you like this." He said as a finger pushed inside you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you arched against the hand, moving your hips slightly only for his legs to tighten more, still tangled in yours. "Shh, relax. Don't rush, just enjoy it sweetie."

You felt your body tingle at each touch, each word he spoke into your ear. Your moans became louder, a second finger, and then a third thrusting into you at a slow, deep pace. You gasped his name softly, feeling your core tighten as his thumb brushed against your clit. "That's it sweetie, say my name." His voice practically vibrated in his chest, the praise making you clench around the fingers, earning a soft sound of his own pleasure from him. You could feel how this was affecting him against your back. His pants tight from his cock straining the seam.

You couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of him overwhelmed you. Your body clenched around his hand harder, pulling him closer as his thumb pressed against your clit, the friction much needed as your body tensed, a soft cry of pleasure erupting from your throat as you arched back against his chest.

Gently he pulled his fingers from you and to his lips as he tasted you. A low sound rumbled in his throat at your taste. "You always taste incredible, kitten." He said, his hands wrapping around you again, pulling you close as he nuzzled into your neck.

Your heart pounded, body craving more. You figured he didn't want to push you, considering tonight's events, wanting to focus on what you needed. But what you needed was him. You moved a hand behind you, finding the bulge that had been growing against your back since his touches began. He inhaled a sharp breath, slightly tensing before a soft chuckle tickled your ear. "Are you sure you aren't too tired? Tonight is about you." He said but didn't pull your hand away as you palmed him through his pants making him groan. You turned your body, facing him as you kept one hand on him, feeling him twitch under your hand and the other curled in his hair again. Your lips brushed against his.

"The only thing I want tonight is you." You breathed against his lips before kissing him. In an instant his hands were on you again, his body over you as he returned the kiss. It was slow, passionate. Usually his kisses were rough, fast. But tonight was different. Tonight he could have lost you. And it would have been his fault. He felt emotions he had never felt before as he moved your hands gently away from him, holding your wrists loosely with one hand as he pulled your pants down with the other. You helped kick them off once they got low enough. Pulling back from the kiss as you looked up at him.

After a few more minutes, touches and kisses, his own pants were discarded. He moved your legs onto his shoulders as your body was pulled down the bed, closer to him as he teased your entrance with his cock. You both moaned, shivering at the feeling as you looked up at him. You didn't need to beg, not tonight. He needed it just as much as you.

You felt him enter you, inch by inch as he stretched you. You felt every nerve in your body shoot with that sweet feeling. The stretch of his cock made your mouth open in a needy cry. His eyes watching your face, your reaction to him. It never grew old, seeing you shake in pleasure before he even began. He turned his head, leaving kisses on your calf and knee as his grip tightened around your thighs.

As he began to move your eyes closed, consumed by the pleasure of him. "I wish I could stay like this forever." You moaned, not even thinking as you said it. You didn't care, he felt too good and honestly, your words held truth. He chuckled slightly, the sound strained as he groaned in pleasure as you clenched around him. You felt him twitch inside you at your words, his thrusts getting slightly rougher.

"Keep talking like that kitten and I just might." He said, his voice rough as he lifted your hips slightly, thrusting down into you deeper. You cried out, hands moving to claw the bedsheets. "Seeing you moan under me, all needy. So wet and desperate for me. All mine." He purred as his thrusts got more irregular. Your heart pounded as you heard his words, your mind racing with thoughts and imagery that nearly pushed you over the edge.

His hand moved between your thighs, brushing against your clit again as he kissed your leg again, looking down at you. A thin layer of sweat was on his forehead, his hair clinging to the area. His face was blushed, his eyes glossy and lips parted and swollen. You looked up at him, taking in the sight of him.

You felt him release deep inside you, the feeling sent you over the edge as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. The sound of heavy breath filled the room as he slowly pulled out, your legs feeling numb as he gently laid them down as he climbed back beside you, pulling you into his arms.

His kisses peppered your skin, his hands held you close as he felt you relax against his chest. After a while he would help clean you up again, but for now he wanted to cherish this time with you. There was no rush. And tomorrow? Tomorrow was reserved for him to pamper you no matter what you wanted. He felt guilty for letting what happened happen tonight. He would never tell you, he knew you would know from the extra displays of gifts and affection. But nonetheless, he vowed to never let anything like that happen ever again.

No matter what. 

[justporo]

Who's the goose... (1)

Finally having arrived in Baldur's Gate, Astarion finds the wrong pocket to pick - and gets turned into a goose as punishement. Peace was never an option.

PART 2 | MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: This might as well have been the stupidest idea I've ever had but I couldn't get it out of my head, so here we are. Thanks for input and giving me some more stupid ideas for this to my bf, @tatterings, @bearhugsandshrugs and @the-littlest-raindrop and @megschaef98 for already cackling about it (and everyone else on that server for your love and support!); ah also Neil Newbon for coming up with this... The wonderful little doodle is once more done by the lovely @azaani-art!

Pairing: Uhm, Goosetarion(Astarion)/GN!Tav (You)

Rating: Stupid

Warnings: goose? (I'm sorry, I'm really just running with the bit by now...)

Wordcount: 3,7k

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A goose sat in front of you all.

And it looked weirdly humanoid how it sat there: tiny rubbery legs stretched out in front of it and the wings too – as if it didn’t know how to properly move or place them.

The goose’s head turned around on the long neck to look at you and your companions out of its small red button eyes. The feathers on top of its head were a bit ruffled and almost gave it the look of having a flurry of white curls right there.

It lifted its stretched out wings a little. Looked at them one after another and made a small croaking noise as it did so.

That made it shut its beak again and snap its red gaze back to you.

You looked down at the goose in shock. The goose looked at you with what you presumed was shock too.

And then it opened its beak wide and started wailing with loud honks, as loud as its avian lungs would allow.

The party had finally arrived at Baldur’s Gate. And then had quickly realised that none of you had really an idea where to start your investigation. So, you had taken to walk around the Lower City and just casually ask around to find out more about what seemed to be going on in the city – especially with this Lord Enver Gortash and his newly established Steel Watch.

The day had been long and exhausting. You all kind of had forgotten how a day without a battle, killing and mortal peril was spent – just walking around in the city, engaging in inconspicuous small talk and trying not to lose your mind by getting nowhere with it – what could possibly be more dreadful than that?

Morale had already been low since the start. Halsin had very obviously been a bit unsettled by the big, bustling city, no matter how much he had tried to hide it. Jaheira had just stoically taken in the city and what had changed since she had last been there. Lae’zel had basically been gnawing on your ears with her complaints of how stupid your approach of talking to people was. That in turn had made Shadowheart almost want to choke her (again). And Wyll had become awfully silent since you’d entered the city – too much was weighing on his mind. Gale was just sad.

Karlach probably was the only one in quite the happy mood: since it’s been a very long time for her since she’s actually been to Baldur’s Gate she was just amazed by everything she saw. And she promptly called that out. Every. Single. Thing. So really not doing anything to help with the low mood of the group.

You had just tried to make the best out of it although you certainly had had to admit to yourself that the missing success of your day had been weighing on you also. But you had tried to be stubborn about it.

Astarion had walked by your side the whole day, surprisingly diligent on his part. You had felt that he was tense – as could have been expected upon entering the lair of his master again. But he had really tried to support you with your current goals – and you were absolutely thankful for that.

But as the day had grown late you had felt the annoyance rise in him too, just as much as it had within you.

It had already become dark in the city. Lanterns and the pale moonlight now had been the only sources of light. You had known that the group should’ve soon gotten back to the inn to retire for the night – despite having found out nothing today.

But you had wanted to push for one last attempt - unfortunately. And when you had happened upon a rather feisty older fellow, Astarion’s thin-stretched patience had finally snapped.

After you had tried to talk to this guy and he had only kept answering in riddles, you had been about to give up when you had noticed that the vampire beside you had disappeared.

You had feared nothing good from this finding and sure as all Nine Hells you had seen how Astarion had tried to sneak up on this man and pickpocket him.

And this had been, when things had really gone sideways – and then backwards; and down a hill.

With Astarion’s hands still in his robe the man had turned around to the vampire and looked him straight in the eye: “What do you think you’re doing there, young man?” He hadn’t even sounded awfully angry, rather a bit amused.

Astarion had simply blinked at him, absolutely dumbfounded that he had so easily been found out. The guy had watched him for a second longer with a small, suppressed smile playing on his lips and then started to whisper as an ominous purple glow had started to emit from him.

The vampire had hastily tried to scurry back, but it was already too late. An explosion of purple light had blinded you all and made you turn away with groans.

And when you had turned around again, both men standing there had been gone, only a single goose left in their place that had looked dazed and very out of place.

So here you were now: with a vampire turned into a screaming goose.

You really didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry – probably both. The wailing from polymorphed Astarion was ringing in your ears. Gods, geese could be really loud, couldn’t they?

You looked around your group of friends in desperate need for help.

Karlach had completely lost it, almost doubled over on the cobblestone street. Even Lae’zel bit her bottom lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing, covering half her face with one of her hands. But most of your other companions just looked as shocked and surprised as you.

Gale had his hand on his chin and was obviously very deep in thought – surely, he was already figuring something out to fix this mess. At least you immediately deeply hoped for it.

For a moment you just stood there. Warm, orange light from some nearby windows was lighting the absurd scene. The goose’s wailing drifted to the background for a few moments as your vision blurred and your gaze wandered miles away.

How exactly had you ended up in this ridiculous situation? Out of everything, how had all the steps you had taken led you to this night where your already traumatised soulmate had been turned into poultry and was now shouting the whole city down? Didn’t you have enough on your godsdamned plate already? Would the damned gods ever give you a break?

Your eyes started to burn and water as you stared into the void. You really couldn’t take much more.

But how many times had you been at this point? Too many already anyways.

So, you did, what you always did: took a deep breath, closed your eyes for a hot second, pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose and tried to focus your thoughts again.

You’d find a way out of this and if not… Well, you’d find a way to live with Astarion as a goose, for better or for worse.

When you focused again on the scene, you saw how Halsin was slowly approaching the goose that was Astarion and was still honking as if his life depended on it – and maybe it did, who knew? Gale was whispering an incantation and focusing on the goose. The rest was just still standing around with quizzical looks on their faces or casually losing it and losing their last shreds of sanity.

Halsin had almost reached the crying bird, all the while softly mumbling calming words to Astarion. The druid stretched out his arms as if he planned to pick up the still screaming animal.

But just before he could reach it, Astarion saw it coming, stopped his whining and jumped up with fluttering wings. With a quickness that would have been astounding for such an animal, had you not known that it was normally a dexterous rogue, the goose got up from its awkward sitting position and snapped at the fingers of the druid. Halsin immediately recoiled and looked a little hurt.

Astarion was flaring his big white wings now – lifting them up and his long goose neck stretched out, ready to snap again at anyone that tried to touch him. At least he had stopped honking now and was just swaying his head around at all of you standing around him in a loose half circle – ready to fight anyone who would dare touch a single feather on his head.

“Astarion?”, you asked cautiously, fearing that the transmutation hadn’t altered the vampire’s mind as well. The goose immediately turned to you, a small and much more silent honk left its throat. Its wings lowered a little as soon as it heard your voice. “I know this will sound stupid given the situation, but uh, please try to calm down?”, you asked him and made a grimace while you helplessly stretched out your arms to him, bending your knees.

Astarion honked once more in a clearly annoyed tone and let his wings sink fully as if he was letting his shoulders drop in defeat.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Meanwhile the others had started to get out of their stupor or calmed themselves from their laughter. Everyone stayed clear of the clearly readily violent goose though.

You crouched down fully and stretched out your arms even more towards the animal that kept watching you intently. With no more words or honks, the goose settled down its wings and carefully waddled over to you and your opened arms.

Once Astarion was very close you couldn’t help yourself but go to your knees and reach out both your arms wider for the animal – ready to give it a hug. Astarion slowly stepped into them and you carefully wrapped your arms around the goose as it made a small honk. It sounded pretty sad and helpless and you could suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes.

You held the much smaller animal. The feathers were surprisingly soft and Astarion carefully placed his small goose head on your shoulder with another quiet honk. It was so light you could barely feel it at all resting there.

The mood in the group had suddenly soured watching you take your partner in your arms – no matter the actual ridiculousness of the situation.

You held the goose and petted it softly, until Gale interrupted the awkward silence with an exclamation.

“Aha”, the wizard made and came back out of his trancelike concentration. He looked around in some confusion as everyone watched the tragic scene of you sadly hugging the poor animal that had awkwardly stretched out its wings a little to return the sentiment – it hadn’t really worked well.

“Uhm”, Gale made and then cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. The group just looked at him in silence.

“By the gods, what is with the sudden graveyard atmosphere? You all do realise Astarion is not de- I mean…”, he started sassily and interrupted himself when he realised his mistake. And before he could start again, the bird in your arms had started writhing and honking again. Obviously, Astarion had opinions on not getting the same kind of compassion from Gale as from the others now.

He tried to break free from your arms, but you held him easily – he was just… a goose after all. Although, you got whacked in the face by his wings several times. “Astarion!”, you scolded him. “I really don’t think you’re in a position to be feisty right now. And I’m pretty sure he has something to share that will help about the situation you are in. And might I add, the situation you put yourself in on your own!” A bit of anger welled up in you at the vampire and his godsdamned shenanigans that had landed you all in this mess now. Also his audacity to still be sassy about it – not even being turned into a featherball could stop him from that, it seemed.

The goose calmed down, reluctantly. Its beak was still open as it stared at the wizard – probably the equivalent of the vampire baring his teeth at him. You carefully let him go and just sat down backwards on the ground. You could use it right now.

“Now, if we’re not in a poultry house anymore”, Gale continued cheerily and gave the present poultry a death glare. The goose gave a very slight hiss – at least he had retained that capability.

You waved Gale to please go on.

“Alright, it’s – as you might’ve figured already – a transmutation spell. And might I add a mighty one. I really have no idea who that fellow was, but it surely was the wrong pocket to pick, Astarion – or might I say Goosetarion”, the wizard explained in his scholarly manor and wiggled a finger at the goose while grinning – earning himself another hiss. At least someone present seemed intrigued about the whole situation.

Hearing that it was a mighty spell already let your heart sink. But Gale went on and everyone just listened intently: “The good news is though: transmutations spells can’t be held for overly long. So, I’d say we’re back with our sassy humanoid companion in about…” Gale drew out his words as everyone hung on his lips.

“I’d say twenty-four hours at the latest.”

“TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, came back the answer in unison from almost all the companions – and a mournful honk. Your mouth fell open but honestly you were immediately flooded with relief that you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life with a goose – although you would have committed to that.

“Tchk, and what are we going to do with him in the meantime? Walk him around on a leash? We can’t waste any time!”, Lae’zel commented. Karlach started to snicker again, and so did Shadowheart and Wyll around her.

Goosetarion small red eyes flashed viciously and he quickly lashed out at her like he had at Halsin before, aiming for the githyanki ankle. But Lae’zel had the upper hand and quickly pushed him away with her foot – not exactly kicking him but not exactly being gentle either.

The goose landed ungracefully on its back, legs flailing in the air while it kept complaining and trying to get up again.

“Lae’zel”, you shouted but she simply shrugged at you.

“Well, what else are we going to do? Tomorrow will just be another day of walking around the city trying to gather more information. What harm can it be then? Also, it’s not like we could just leave him here anywhere anyway. Beastly as he is, but he’s still only a goose now, we need to protect him”, Wyll chimed in sympathetically. You nodded your head in agreement and the others muttered their agreement, although some just a tad reluctantly.

Goosetarion in the meanwhile had waddled back over to you to be embraced again, head hanging slightly, doing his best to look like… well, a kicked goose.

You softly stroked his long feathery neck and noticed to your amusement that his rump started to wiggle when you did that. It surely seemed he wasn’t aware that he was doing that. You couldn’t hide a grin and you saw that Halsin grinned at you and the goose too.

“Can we just go back to the inn then? It’s already super late and my feet hurt”, Shadowheart added after it had been settled. Everyone hummed in exhausted agreement.

And so you went on your way. You softly got up from your seat on the cobble road while the goose complained about the lack of caressing happening. You stretched your back and watched after your friends that had already started to walk back towards your location for the night.

“Want me to carry you?”, you asked looking down at the goose and stretched out your arms again. But Goosetarion gave a curt honk and stretched his long neck away from you in an offended manner, then started to waddle after the others.

Now that you knew that he would hopefully be back to his normal humanoid self very soon, the humorous nature of the situation wasn’t as lost on you anymore. The way the goose wiggled its whole torso around while trying to catch up with the others was a sight to behold. Especially if you compared it with Astarion’s usual feline grace. And yet he was way too proud to just accept help.

You snorted and started to follow behind Goosetarion. He heard that and swung his head around while he kept walking, making him look even more ridiculous. You snorted more. And were pretty sure you could see the small red eyes scream bloody murder at you for mocking him.

But Astarion was way too focused and needed all his energy to keep up. Occasionally, he even had to break into a sprint – almost tripping over his rubbery feet and spreading out his wings to not lose balance. It was truly hilarious.

Some idle chatter developed between the companions and you on the way back. And of course, Goosetarion was the subject matter.

“Is there nothing you can do before the spell runs out?”, you asked Gale at some point while you were careful to walk exactly by the goose to offer at least a little protection.

“Oh, believe me, I would if I could – although I have to say I’m enjoying this situation a little bit-“ (“HONK!���) “ but it is, as I pointed out before, a pretty powerful spell. And if I started to fumble with it I might make it worse and-“ (“Honk…”) “- and I guess you’d rather have him back in one piece”, Gale ended and ignored the bickering animal between him and you. You nodded in agreement with the wizard – seemed your safest bet would be to just sit this one out.

“Looks like until tomorrow you’re just going to be a silly little goose then, aren’t you, Asta-OWW!” That had been a line crossed for Goosetarion. And other than Halsin and Lae’zel, the wizard surely was not quick enough to avoid the rogue goose’s vicious attack on his ankles. Gale awkwardly tried to kick at the goose but Goosetarion had learnt from the last time and quickly ducked out of the way, rushing around you so he could hide behind your legs.

“You had that one coming”, you mumbled under your breath as Gale looked at you hurt. He walked a little faster then, trying to steer clear from the murderous bird and engaged others in conversation. Goosetarion waddled through your legs so he was walking in front of you again although you noticed that he was clearly starting to struggle

“And couldn’t you not just at least cast “Speak with animals” or something?”, Karlach took up the conversation about Goosetarion’s fate. You hadn’t even thought of that so far. You had just been too occupied with the situation as a whole. You simply shrugged because you had absolutely no idea.

“But he is not an animal”, Jaheira replied to Karlach’s suggestion in her matter-of-fact demeanor from in front of you. Halsin beside her nodded silently. “He is still his vampiric elven self, just temporarily in another form. Even if Halsin or I wildshaped into geese we would not be able to speak with him because we are at least partly beast when we turn”, the infamous druid added to her explanation. “As far as I know there is no spell to work in this situation. But quite frankly maybe we could all do without his yapping for at least a day and he learns a lesson about all of this”, she finished and gave the goose a stern look.

Goosetarion stopped and made another rather sad honk. He really must have been having the worst and most humbling of times.

You stopped just behind the goose: “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.” The look Jaheira gave you made sure though that she absolutely did, but you brushed over it. You held out your arms to the goose again. However, Goosetarion again just waddled off on his own.

But the way to the inn was long and the goose was soon almost completely exhausted, probably amplified by not being used to moving around like that. At some point, when you had already slid out of all the other conversations and were just deep in your thoughts, you were stopped by another soft honk just below you.

Astarion stood before you and had spread his wings towards you, neck craned up towards you. It again looked weirdly humanoid with the way he moved and behaved. When you didn’t immediately react because you were really just very exhausted and didn’t catch on, the goose started to kind of hop in place and honked again.

“Oh, you want to be picked up! Sorry”, you replied and bent down to awkwardly grab the animal.

After some wriggling around and Astarion’s earnest tries to not writhe around too much in your arms, you were able to lift him up. He was stretching his neck and small feet out and made small noises that made you think that he wasn’t quite very comfortable with what was happening. But he gave his best to cope.

Once you kind of had him settled down on your hip, one arm around him and one under him to support him, he seemed to be considerably more comfortable, better even. When you had caught up to the others again and Gale sassily lifted an eyebrow at the goose now being carried around, Astarion made full use of his long neck to peck at the wizard’s sleeve.

Gale squealed again – much to the amusement of the rest of the group and made sure to keep even more distance from the goose. Goosetarion gave a contented honk then and refrained from biting anyone else for the rest of the way.

You were still laughing softly with the others, when the inn came into view. At least you hadn’t lost your humour so far.

(To be continued...)

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[tohakumaru]

[project page]

>walk away, go with the nomad. i love you.

since you cannot cry, you make an effort to push the stale air out of your lungs, a poor imitation of a sigh - i guess bad habits really die hard. if the nomad has noticed, then it pays you no mind and simply carries on. casting one last lingering glance at the water and the sky above, you dutifully follow. after a short while, it becomes clear that something has changed. the nomad has picked up its pace, moving in erratic strides. here and there, you find it dashing across the sand, beak and head angled upwards, as though searching, or following an invisible thread in the air, one that you can feel, but cannot quite grasp, like a long forgotten name - always on the tip of your tongue, yet never to be spoken aloud. at times, you struggle to keep up. it's so hard, you're so tired, it's too much. your eyes burn with fatigue. you want to scream, to beg the bird-thing to slow down, but the words evade you everytime you open your mouth, and the nomad does not so much as look at you. a hot and bitter pressure builds behind your nose and muffles your ears. once again you feel yourself falling apart - but the blanket wrapped around your frame and the water sloshing in your hollow stomach seem to work against your body's trajectory to disintegrate, two forces swirling inside and all around you, like a wicked pendulum that propels you forward despite, despite.

i won't let you go, should have known that from the start.

---

tenderly her eyes made their pilgrimage across the mounds of glass and steel, mourning perhaps hunger is a cure for insanity, shut-you-up-real-nice knowing full well being alive is a horrendously beautiful thing while the dogs, blood stained snouts dig out the madness, turn it into a five course meal heaving, a still-beating heart melts like butter on their lips as poorly clipped nails fumbled and fussed,

just enough to make a day-ride.

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in this fashion, you and the nomad dance across the white sand for some time, until a hillside comes into view. upon closer inspection, you are awed to realise it is made entirely of roots. at the foot of this strange hill, a grove - an incredible indent in that tangled mass that is the tree-hill - opens up and presents an even more curious sight: 12 creatures, each bearing the likeness of a bird, but is clearly not one. they stand stock-still and solemn, with multitudes of dried flowers and glittering gemstones at their feet. their faces, elongated and coming to pointy, beak-like ends, are not dissimilar to the nomad, but much more haggard; and so immobile, it is easy to mistake them for statues, has there not been the occassional puffs of dusty smoke and shrill noises, like a kettle boiling over, coming from their beaks and throats that betray any hints of liveliness about them.

the nomad slows its steps, and looks down. it keeps its eyes to the ground as you get nearer to the grove. it occurs to you that it is avoiding the living-statues' gaze. surprisingly, they reciprocrate the gesture. Ever so slightly each of them turn their head, so their eyes fall off the nomad, and onto … you. you, who does not belong you, who comes on a leash, believing it to be choice you, who dies, and nothing changes

to your bewilderment, the statues came to life, all at once. they grovel at the flowers and gems, and toss them in handfuls at you as the nomad leads you through the grove, leaving a trail of petals and stones. when you pass the 12th statue and come to the end of the opening, everything suddenly shifts: slowly, mechanically, the roots shape themselves into a winding stairway, leading you up the hill.

calmly, the nomad signals you to go up.

what do you do?

[previous chapter]

[jintaka-hane]

The Eagle and the Hummingbird

Masterlist

Img: Silver mechanical bird with blue crystals By Coolarts223

Summary: Kid likes you. And he's been wanting to give you a gift for a while now. The problem is, for all his mechanical know-how, he's got zero emotional intelligence. Word count: 1000

“Really? They can fly backwards?” Heat propped his elbows on the dining table, hanging on your every word.

“Yes, they’re the only ones who can,” there was a note of pride in your voice as you shared your knowledge with your crewmates. “When they’re done feeding, they fly backwards to get their long beak out of the flower.”

“Pff, a dumb thing that sucks on flowers,” Kid’s voice came with a scoff from his spot, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Yeah... it’s not a dumb thing, Kid. It’s a bird.”

You locked eyes with your captain for a moment, your frown lingering as you tried to suppress a smile. It was impossible for you to stay mad at him for long, especially when he crinkled his nose like that, giving him a look you’d describe as a disgruntled eagle.

“And that’s your favorite animal?” Killer was holding his glass with both hands, peering at you through the small holes in his mask.

“Yes! They’re amazing, only 5 cm long and they flap their wings between 50 and 80 times a second—”

“I wish I could move my hands that fast,” Heat said, lost in thought.

"So you could flap your 5 cm little bird?" Wire chimed in as he strolled into the mess hall.

There was a moment of silence before the men erupted into explosive, raucous roar.

Wire cracked up, nearly doubling over at his own joke; Kid slammed his hand on the doorframe, laughing so hard he almost fell over, and Killer wiped tears from his mask as he raised his beer to toast with Heat, who was trying to keep up with the chaotic cheer.

“You guys are hopeless,” you let out a frustrated sigh, and gave Wire a playful nudge on the forearm. “I’m off to bed.”

As you made your way through the door, you had to maneuver around Kid, who stayed put, watching you leave with a peculiar glint in his eye.

“Good night, Cap’.”

******

The next morning, you had barely stepped into the galley for breakfast when the captain welcomed you by angrily tossing a small metal object in your direction.

"Take it," he snapped, his face twisted in a sulky pout.

“Wha–”, the object landed on your chest, and you quickly brought your hands up to catch it before it fell. As you looked at it, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of one of the most finely crafted and beautiful mechanical pieces you’d ever seen.

It was a tiny hummingbird made from pieces of iron and steel, with some parts joined by tiny screws and others carefully melted and welded together. It was incredibly light, standing on its own in the palm of your hand on two exquisitely thin legs with detailed toes and claws. The beak was perfectly polished, and a tail made of fine metal sheets, shaped like feathers, served to balance the weight backward.

Totally awestruck by the extraordinary craftsmanship, you glanced at Kid, who was intently watching your reaction from across the room with a scowl under his protective goggles.

“Kid… this—”

“It’s just some fucking crap I found the other day while cleaning up the workshop,” he cut you off bluntly, turning his back to you to pour himself a black coffee. “Ain’t got room to keep shit like that.”

You observed the beautiful mechanical bird, and run your thumb over the delicate engravings on its metal surface.

“Whoa! No way!” Heat’s voice rang out as he walked into the room. He rushed over to see what you were holding, and with a look that silently asked for permission took the object from your hands and lifted it to eye level to scrutinize it. “Is this... a hummingbird?!”

You nodded, unable to take your eyes off the small metal figure, and how Heat turned it around to get a better look.

“Does it flap its wings?”

“Of course it flaps its wings,” Kid snapped, immediately crossing the distance between you in just three strides. He snatched the hummingbird from Heat's hand and with an unexpected gentleness, carefully placed it back in the palm of your hand. After he pressed a few tiny buttons, you heard the soft click of gears syncing perfectly as the little bird gracefully unfurled its wings. Slowly, it began to flap, its speed increasing until the metal feathers blurred before your eyes.

"It beats its wings exactly 75 times per second," his painted lips stretched into a wide grin of pride when he heard you gasp in awe.

"Can you make it fly?"

The bird gracefully lifted off from the palm of your hand, hovering effortlessly in the air above before moving a short distance forward. After a few seconds, its tiny wings rotated symmetrically to adjust to the perfect angle, catching the air from front to back, and the bird flew backward.

"I can make anything out of metal fly," he chuckled at you, full of himself.

“Kid…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you shifted your gaze from the hummingbird to the captain’s honey-colored eyes, “it’s perfect.”

“Yeah... whatever.” His heart swelled with an unexpected warmth as he watched your face light up with that adorable smile, but unsure of what to do with the feeling, his expression settled back into a sour pout.

“A-anyway," he scratched his neck awkwardly, "I ain’t got time for this shit. It was just taking up space in the workshop, so I was gonna toss it. Keep it if you want... or throw it away, I don’t fucking care.”

At that moment Killer walked in, his inscrutable gaze sweeping over the scene before landing on the extremely strong coffee the captain had poured for himself.

“Kid, how many hours of sleep did you get? It was 5 AM, and the workshop lights were still on.”

Kid shot him a murderous glance, his cheeks radiating warmth as they flushed a light pink.

“Huh? No, they weren’t–”

“Yes, they were. And I was starting to get worried with all those curses and banging and—”

“KIL," Kid gritted his teeth in warning, "shut th—” .

“—hammering at that hour.”

Heat and you exchanged glances before turning your attention to the captain, who was now burning as red as his tousled hair.

“Fuck, Kil!” he barked, trying not to meet your gaze. “WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!”

..............

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[bullyet]

Over the year, I have accumulated a collection of drawings with these two. I drew them for my friend, but I think they can now live here

[brittle-doughie]

Anticipated Arrival (Golden Cheese Cookie)

Previous part with Dark Cacao Cookie!

You turned off the faucet as you wiped your face with water, but only with so little as not to soften up your dough. You take a deep breath as you look up at the mirror.

You weren’t looking alright. Tired eyes, a bit of sweat here and there as if it was always a little heated whether you go, and the constant..visions that you see out of the corner of your eyes.

A cookie of blue that lets out little laughs that make you turn your head at nothing and silhouettes of a cookie of white within the shadows, doing nothing but…stare, speaking only briefly…

“Ehehe…”

“Set yourself free, cookie…”

“It’s only a matter of time…”

“Let yourself go..and return to Beast-Yeast..”

You shake your head at those voices in your head. You can’t, you didn’t want to. Things have only gotten worse ever since your first visit to that place….as you glance at your forehead and your wrists…

A faint eye on your forehead and specks of flour on your wrists….these things only you can see, invisible to others…always there no matter how hard you tried to remove them…

A knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me, your Majesty. A little bird has come with a message, it says that it was of a urgent matter. Do I say that you are unavailable at the moment?”

A little bird? Oh dear, was it one of the Blueberry Birds?

“No, I’ll be there right away, Blackberry Cookie. Just..gimme a second.”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

———————————————————————

It wasn’t a blueberry bird.

A cheesebird was waiting for you in the throne room, a letter in its beak. Cheesebirds were only native to the Golden Cheese Kingdom, so it could only mean that Golden Cheese Cookie had sent this bird to you.

“Chirp, Y/N Cookie! Your Majesty!”

“You’ve flown quite far to hand me this letter, what is going on at the Golden Cheese Kingdom?”

“Golden Cheez Cookie has asked for your support! She needz help with moving thingz to her Secret Vault! Chirp!”

“This letter seems to be accurate. Is that all there is to it? Just helping her move things to a hidden spot? Nothing…too dire I’m going to guess?”

“Terrible thingz she sayz might happen! She needz your help just in case! Chirp!”

“If that’s all, then I’d be glad to help her. I just need a moment to catch my bearings…”

A part of you wanted to stay, this was too coincidental during the recent rise of the Beast Cookies to be unrelated…you had no intention to go back to that horrid place…

But you can’t just turn away Golden Cheese Cookie if it really was something as simple as that, not after what had befallen her and her kingdom…

You steeled yourself and went to gather your things….

———————————————————————

“Your Majesty, Y/N Cookie has arrived!”

“Have they? Bring them here!”’

You walked in to the main entrance to the pyramid, the cheesebird on your finger. You tell it to fly away now as you turn your attention to Golden Cheese Cookie.

“Golden Cheese Cookie, I’ve gotten your message. What seems to be the pro-oh my goodness!”

“Oh, it’s good to see you again, Y/N Cookie! It’s been a while since you were here, but it’s felt like forever!”

“Oh!”

You barely finished your question before Golden Cheese Cookie rushed at you and held you closely, wings around you two like a makeshift barrier from the outside world. You were kind of expecting that and immediately reciprocated the hug.

“Ehehe, yep! It’s been quite some time, Golden Cheese Cookie. It’s good to see you again too.”

“It’s perfect timing, I’ll need your help to move the last of the soulcheese to the Secret Vault I have prepared!”

“You said it was because grave danger might come to the kingdom. What exactly is this danger? Is it Dark Enchantress Cookie?”

“Not just her, but the Beast Cookies that Pure Vanilla Cookie has told me in his letter.”

Beast Cookies…

You already felt a little lightheaded, you leaned on a pillar for a minute. Golden Cheese Cookie was quick to tend to you.

“Y/N Cookie, are you alright?! You lose your balance there!”

“I-I’m fine. Just a little desert heat making me feel hot, I need to stand in the shade for a bit.”

“Very well, but we must make haste. There’s no telling when and where these Beast Cookies might make their attack!”

“Y/N Cookie…? Y/N Cookie, you’re looking off! Y/N Cookie!”

———————————————————————

You felt like you were back in that cocoon…

Couldn’t move…

Only able to directly face…Mystic Flour Cookie…

“Why do you keep resisting the truth? That all of your efforts to stay away will only bring you closer to us…”

No, it couldn’t be…this had to be a dream…the shaking, the feeling of tiredness, sweating like mad…

Your wrists…the flour on them was very much visible…

“I promise that this is all very real. My marking makes sure that I can have this connection with you…”

“No! Get out of my head!”

“You are only delaying the inevitable, Y/N Cookie. It is completely futile to try and fight it…”

Her voice quiets to a sickening whisper…that smile on her face as it darkens…

“RETURN TO US, Y/N COOKIE.“

———————————————————————

“Y/N Cookie, are you there?!”

You gasped as you wake from your nightmare, standing up from the pillar, looking at your wrists to see the familiar faded marks of flour from Mystic Flour Cookie.

That only you saw….

Golden Cheese looked worried at you, holding you by the shoulders.

“Y-yeah, just..a little tired from last night, hehe. Just needed a little snooze is all..”

“Are you sure that’s all to it? You can tell me if something is troubling you.”

“Y-yeah! I’m good!”

“Please…just..promise me that if you ever feel wrong, you’ll tell me right away!”

“I will, I….promise. Now, what was it about some soulcheese you needed moving?”

“Oh! Yes, I need your help to move the last remaining soulcheese to the Secret Vault! Let us go!”

It pained you not to tell her…but she couldn’t know…

She can’t learn that you’ve been haunted ever since you first stepped on Beast-Yeast.

She’ll be fine if you didn’t tell her just yet.

Right…?

[shadowslab]

Gift sketches for my friends and Donsy from Flowerhon AU

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer dotes on a pregnant!reader [Sneak Peek]

you can find the original prompt here! fem!reader with no use of y/n.

EDIT: Full fic here!

take this little (unedited) blurb from my upcoming longfic! it’s another big one folks, maybe as long as my soul deal fic when it’s finished. character building underneath all that fluff y’know. i’m 13k words in and still going strong, so stay tuned!

“So…. I was a little bored last night,” Lucifer started, adjusting his long collar nervously as you regarded him with a quirked brow, “and, well, seeing as you didn’t have much for the baby, I thought I could give you a hand, soooo I made you this!”

His arm quickly lifted towards you, and you leaned forward to get a look at the small object in his hand.

Nestled in Lucifer’s palm, was a small, yellow rubber ducky. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, as your gaze flicked from the toy to Lucifer, then back to the ducky adorned with a small, white hat. He watched your reaction intensely, and at your silence he cracked an awkward grin.

“For the little one, in case you didn’t have anything for them. It’s even got a little baker's hat, since I know that’s kind of your thing.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you took the duck gingerly from his hand, turning it over as you traced the outline of the beak, the cute little hat, and finally the adorable tail feathers curled at its back. It stirred something in you, your stomach swimming with emotions that were threatening to bubble up and consume you while staring at the toy.

He made this… for your baby? As a gift to you? 

That was so sweet of him, and not even Charlie had given you something so thoughtful. Sure, she paid for a majority of your baby necessities—which you owed her your life for, no matter how much the girl disagreed—but she never presented you with something made from the heart like this.

Lucifer did, though. Even if he made a million matching yellow duckies beforehand, he still made this one specifically for you. Had your ex ever cared enough to do something like this for you? You couldn’t recall. And yet, a man who was practically a stranger before you was the one to care enough.

Fuck, you were about to cry. You tried to steel yourself, holding back tears. 

You met Lucifer’s gaze after a few moments, as you softly stroked the little toy with your thumb. The fallen angel only grimaced at your reaction, his smile faltering slightly as he watched your eyes well with tears and your lip start to quiver.

“Do you hate it?” He asked slowly, and you began sniffling softly hiccups building in your chest as you blinked in confusion.  

“Hate—hic—It? Why would you think…?” You started, before you felt tears welling up underneath your chin, and dripping softly onto the ducky close to your chest. 

You mentally slapped yourself, of course Lucifer would think you disliked it with how emotional you were being. Shame ate at you after that. Here the King of Hell was, thinking about you and your baby and making something in his own free time, only for you to reward him with tears.

Curse these hormones!

Now, the quiet sniffles that escaped you were from both sadness and delight, as you clutched the rubber ducky closer to your chest. The tears spilled faster from your cheeks, wetting the ground beneath you. A few droplets landed on your exposed arm, and its cool touch was a welcome sensation from the heat boiling underneath your skin. 

“I-I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” you finally breathed, rubbing a hand across your face to get rid of the tears, before you inhaled a sharp breath to calm yourself, “I’m sorry for being such a… such a—”

You clamped your mouth shut, trying to rope in the last bit of control you had over your emotions that were threatening to come undone. You sucked in a large, sputtering breath and Lucifer leaned back, just as your lips quivered violently.

“—a wreck!” you wailed after that, placing your free hand to your mouth to try and hold in your sobs.

Lucifer jumped slightly, closing in the small distance between the two of you as he rushed to your side. He bit his lip, his hand reaching towards you to give comfort, before he hastily pulled it back.

“Wait, no! You’re not a wreck, you’re completely fine. Perfect, even! Oh, please don’t cry…” 

The man was starting to pace as you held a hand to your mouth, slowly but surely clamping down on your outburst of emotion.

“Here, have another one!” A second rubber ducky appeared with a red burst of smoke, landing softly into his palm as he lifted it towards your face, “Don’t worry I have a lot more at home!”

The duckies cute little apron, displaying a cookie and two tiny wooden spoons in the shape of an X, only made your lip quiver more violently. Lucifer slowly pulled the third ducky behind his back and out of view, staring at you with concern as you tried to catch your breath.

“It’s so cute!” you gasped through the tears, before rubbing your eyes once more.

“You think so?” He replied in disbelief.

You nodded your head vigorously, smiling through the tears as you clutched both ducks to your chest. Lucifer slowly caught on, before breathing a large sigh of relief like he just avoided doomsday.

“Are… you two okay?” Came a familiar voice from the edge of the room. You turned your head to see … 🫣

ah, the wonders of hormonal pregnancy changes! sorry for the wait 😔 health issues have arisen and the motivation to write plummets when you’re in pain, but don’t worry, i’m still writing everyday and it should be out soon <3

thanks for the patience 🤍

[lousypotatoes]

What A Glorious Feeling

This chapter takes place after the pilot but before the first episode of the series.

Reader is a falcon demon, doesn't have a beak, wings drape over her kinda like Valentino's (i want him dead), reader has gray skin, usually wears a black tube top, black and white pinstripe pants, black boots, and has a daisy in her hair. Reader has the eyes and ears of a falcon and is also slightly cannibalistic.  Reader can summon any weapons at will and can move things with her mind, whenever she does this, her eyes glow red. Like Alastor, reader can also summon anything at will. If you had something else in mind for how the reader looks, you are more than welcome to imagine something different. 

I know Alastor is canonically aroace, but obviously, in this story he is not. Also, in this book, nobody knows the Radio Demon's name unless he decides to tell them. Sorry I should of said this earlier.

Song Recommendation:

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Present day...

"Ah Dustin," Y/N said, walking over to the man, who was cowering in the corner. "You broke our deal. You know what happens to people who don't keep their word with me, don't you?"

"Please," he begged. "Give me one more month I promise-"

"You said the exact same thing six months ago," she spat angrily, her wings unfolding. 

"I swear-thi-this is the last time," he stuttered. "I just need-"

She summoned red chains, that latched onto Dustin's neck. Tugging the chains over to him, she grabbed his face, digging her claws into his cheeks. He let out a yelp of pain. 

"The deal was that if I killed your pathetic wife, I'd get your soul, and you would get me what I needed from that idiot overlord who thinks he's the shit, just because he's a pimp!" Y/N snarled, digging her claws in harder, drawing blood. "I have been more then generous towards you, and this is how you repay me?"

"I'm trying!" he cried out, tears running down his face. "Please just don't kill me!"

She had a small frown on her face. "I should rip you apart limb by limb," she said, calmly but in a deadly voice. "But I'm not goin' to do that," She removed the chains from his neck and put him down. 

"Thank you so much Assassin," Dustin said, wiping the blood off his cheeks. "I swear I will-"

He never finished his sentence. As fast as lighting, she summoned an axe and chopped his head clean off. 

"Instead, I'll make this is as quick and painless for you," she giggled, licking off the blood from the axe. "I'll have to thank Carmilla for the angelic steel at the next overlord meeting."

Using the axe, Y/N chopped up his limbs and stuffed them in a trash bag she had brought with her. 

"Cannibal town here I come," she smiled once she was done.

"Knock, knock," she said, knocking at the parlor door. 

"Y/N!" Rosie exclaimed upon seeing you. "What are you doing here so soon?" 

"I brought you a little somethin' to snack on," Y/N said, holding up the trash bag. 

"Oh you spoil me so much, my dear," Rosie said, licking her lips. 

"Anything for my closest friend," Y/N said, handing her the trash bag. 

"This is the fifth one this month," Rosie said, opening up the bag. "Sinners know better than to break a deal with you."

"They'll never learn, Rosie," she giggled as she took a seat on the couch. "Did you see the news the other day?"

"The Princess sure does have her hopes up for this hotel," Rosie answered, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Tea, Y/N?"

"No thank you," Y/N answered. "Do you think anyone would actually check in to that hotel?" 

"Who knows at this point," Rosie said, sipping her tea. "But judging by how people reacted, I don't think it's going to work out," 

"Shame," Y/N said. "It's a good idea, if it's actually possible."

"Say Y/N," she said, setting her cup down. "A friend of mine just recently got back into town. He's staying at this hotel," 

"Oh yeah?" Y/N asked curiously. "Who is it?"

"The Radio Demon," she said simply. 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "He's been gone for seven years," she said. "Why on Earth would he return now? And why would he be stayin' at the Princess's hotel?"

"Satan knows," Rosie replied. "Y'know, you and him would really hit it off."

Y/N's eyebrow rose up. "Sorry my darlin'," she said, lightly chuckling. "The Radio Demon is most certainly not my type."

"You don't even know him," Rosie said, a slight frown on her face. 

"I don't need too," Y/N said curtly. "From what I know, he seems like a self-absorbed prick."

"Oh c'mon," Rosie nudged you. "The both of you have so much in common! You both like whiskey, you both like jazz, you both like killing people-"

"Why all of a sudden are you tryin' to play matchmaker?" Y/N interrupted. "And why The Radio Demon out of people?"

"Because you need to get out there!" Rosie said, smoothing out her dress. "Ever since I've known you, one of the main things you talk about is how in love you were when you were alive. What was his name again?" 

"His name was Alastor," she said, her heart hurting. "I've searched all of Hell Rosie. Either he's up in Heaven, or the Exorcists got to him."

"That's why I want you to meet him," Rosie said, patting Y/N's shoulder. "Please? Do it for little ol' me?" 

"I suppose so," she sighed. "I was already thinkin' about checkin' out the hotel anyway."

"Marvelous!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together "I promise, you won't regret it!"

Landing in front of the hotel, she knocked at the door, feeling nervous, her wings fluttered behind her. 

"I'm coming!" chirped a feminine voice from behind the door. 

Fiddling with the hem of her top, Y/N waited until the person opened up the door. 

 The princess herself opened the door. "Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin Hot-"

Upon seeing your face in the doorway, she immediately slammed the door shut. 

"Vaggie!" Charlie cried out. 

"What is it?" Vaggie asked, coming down the staircase. 

"The Assassin is at the door," Charlie panicked, pointing at the door. "What do we do?" 

"Really? Another fucking overlord?" Vaggie angrily said, walking over to the door. "I'll handle this."

The door opened up a second time. Instead of the princess, a girl with a large X over her eye appeared in the doorway. 

"What the hell do you want?" she asked suspiciously. 

"There's no need to be so hostile," Y/N said, putting up her hands. "I'm here to simply offer up my services."

"We don't need you to kill anyone,"

"Not those kinds of services," she laughed. "I want to help with your hotel."

"Thanks, but we already have an overlord helping us," Vaggie said, eyeing her up and down. 

"The Radio Demon, yes I know," she said, crossing her arms. "I still want to help,"

As Vaggie was about to close the door, Charlie popped up beside her. 

"Wait Vaggie, we could use her help," she said, smiling. "With two overlords helping us, we can get a lot more done!" 

"You have a point," Vaggie grumbled. "But I'm keeping my eye on you," 

Charlie beckoned you to come in. "Thank you, Princess Morningstar," Y/N said, stepping inside.

"Oh please, just call me Charlie," she waved off. "This is Vaggie," she gestured to the girl with the X.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both,"

"Thank you!" Charlie gushed. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel-er-"

"Y/N," she said. "My name is Y/N."

"Right! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel Y/N! Would you like a tour?"

"Of course,"

"Why does the bar look like that?" Y/N asked after the tour was over. 

"Someone blew it up a few days ago," Charlie said simply. "Our facility manager fixed it up so it's nothing to worry about!" 

"Oh-uh-" Y/N didn't know was to say. "I'm glad it's all fixed."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "I have to introduce you to everyone! C'mon!" Charlie grabbed her arm and dragged her away. 

"This is Nifty, our maid," she said gesturing to the small demon, cleaning the floor. "Nifty, this is Y/N, she'll be staying with us 

Nifty turned around and her eye widened and she smiled in a scary way. 

"Ooooo! I've never seen a bad girl before!" she said menacingly as she crawled up on you. "Do you want to punish some bad boys with me?"

"Just give me the time and place, sweetie," Y/N said, putting Nifty down. Nifty quicky ran off.

"She's mostly harmless," Charlie said nervously. "Just don't let her bite you."

"I'll keep that in mind," she laughed. 

"This is Husk, our bartender," she said gleefully. 

Husk was drinking from a bottle, he nodded at Y/N but didn't say anything. 

"It's nice to meet you, Husk," she said politely. 

Husk recognized her at second glance, almost spitting out his booze, he decided not to say anything about it, though. 

"Oooooo heya Y/N~" said a voice. 

Y/N turned around and grinned. "It's nice to see you again Angel Dust,"

"Ohhh it's nice to see you too baby~" he said seductively. 

"Oh that's wonderful!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes sparkilng. "You two know each other!"

"Yeah, we met at a party a while back," Y/N explained. "He kept wantin' to look at a sword that I had just got."

"Y'know babycakes," Angel said, walking over to her. "I could show you my sword, if you want~"

"Another time, Angel," Y/N laughed, Charlie laughed awkwardly with her. 

"Well, I think that's it!" Charlie said, clapping her hands together. "I'll show you to your room and if there's anything you need, just-"

"Oh, we have a new guest?  Heavens, why didn't anyone tell me?" said a staticky voice. 

Y/N turned and saw the infamous Radio Demon standing right behind her. Upon closer inspection, there was a look in his eyes that seemed familiar. 

Too familiar. 

Y/N had loved looking into those eyes, it had brought comfort to her. 

"Oh my gosh! How could I forget!" Charlie said. "Y/N is going to be helping us around the hotel just like you!" 

At the mention of her name, something pulled at Alastor's heartstrings. 

"Well, we need all the help we can get, that's for certain," Alastor laughed.

That laugh, Y/N had imagined it every single day when she arrived in Hell.

"Y/N, this is our facility mana-"

"Alastor?"

Her voice, it sounded like an angel. Alastor remembered the first time he heard it. Everything clicked into place for the both of them.

"Y/N?"

Sorry if all the characters are a little ooc. I need to rewatch the show lmao. 

THERES AN ECLIPSE TODAY!!!

stay safe out there you little rascals <33

xoxo, Izzy

[hirschkuh-im-traum]

Ma poupée

︵‿୨♡ dressed-up ♡୧‿︵

the plot is: alastor wants to make his adorable doll even more cute, so he takes you out to do shopping. but during the fitting something happens, and moreover alastor considers it's right time to delve the rest of your doll body.

words ≈ 8.5k

part one, part two, part three

warnings: reader is considered to be faulted in other's suicide, mention of reader's death, kisses in public place, nsfw, alastor helps you with dressing, possibly grammar/spelling mistakes :(

it's my first time writing something smutty, so i'm very very sorry if it's all bad and cringe >﹏<

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That kiss. Why did he do it?

You had blood in your mouth, but he wasn't a thirsty bat to suck so hungry from you. And even when he licked with his tongue the blood from your palate he still didn't let you go. He pressed closer, more hungry and needy than he had ever felt. He longed to taste you even though your body was tasteless porcelain. Your lips became softer under his, rose covered your cheeks. His tongue aggressively explored your oral, and you couldn't help but let him take more. Alastor felt heat in his whole body, goosebumps ran down from his crown, where your tiny fingers played with his antlers and ears, to his toes.

It was obviously that not only Alastor made you feel different with just one gaze or touch, but you thrilled him too. The feeling was unknown to him, but it felt too good. It made him want more.

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You and Alastor walked through the Pentagram City Park. You didn't even know that hell had such a human place. This park looked just like a park. Roads were cobbled and decorated with flowers by the edges, there were wooden benches for not more than three people, there were high green trees and fragrant bushes. The only thing, that gave out hell in this place, were birds. They were big and black like ravens, they had steel beaks and flashing red eyes. You didn't know, how easily they could fly into a rage, so you avoided looking at them.

You were walking through the park, as it was a short way to another shop Alastor wanted to lead you to. Although he had already bought you several tens of dresses and a new pair of shoes for each dress. You had now tens boxes with hats, numerous count of ribbons which Alastor promised to plait into your hair himself. Actually you didn't see how he paid for anything. He just snapped his fingers, and your new clothes vanished that moment to appeare in your bedroom as you believed. Nobody seemed worried about it, and nobody said a word to him.

* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *

You stood in front of the mirror and viewed yourself. Until now not a single dress, that you had chosen, evoked such emotions in you. Although Alastor said yesterday, that the owner chose the clothes for his doll, he didn't purchase anything you didn't approve of.

Everytime before snapping his fingers and teleporting a new dress into your wardrobe, he looked at you, waiting for you to say "this is good," and in case when his opinion coincided with yours, there was a "click" in a shop and the garments were at home.

But still you weren’t a big fan of dresses and prefered trousers or jeans. And Alastor insisted on you wearing dresses, and moreover a dress had to expose your joints, on knees or elbows, which you still couldn’t look at without shaking.

But the dress, you had now on you, you liked. You really liked it. And you guessed that he would like it too. The velvet bow-shaped top, sheer organdy skirt and balloon-sleeves, and all of these in deep red colour. The fabric lay gently against your body, it beautifully embraced your waist and felt just as it was tailored for you.

"Dolly, have you done?" You heard Alastor's voice behind the curtain.

"Just a moment!" You adjusted the sleeves, so they showed your shoulders equally.

"You know, my dearest," You heard Alastor's voice closer, as if he came closer to the curtain, "I believe, every ensemble is good on you."

You didn't answer just drew the curtain aside and showed yourself. Alastor eyed at you and made two steps back to get a better view. The expression of his face didn't change, but you felt how his gaze viewed over every thread that was on you. His eyes slowly swam all over your figure. You uncomfortably wrung your hands, you felt yourself naked, but naked not physically but mentaly.

"Hands away, belle, I don't see anything." Said Alastor strictly.

You hid your hands behind your back and in your new pose you straightened yourself, showing your correct doll posture. Alastor's gaze creeped to your collarbone. This dress hid your knees, but it exposed your elbows and shoulders. Your white skin weakly shone like a pearl just brought from the sea. You seemed fragile and soft. And small like this pearl.

Alastor looked up at your face, cocking his eyebrow.

"I like this one," You said to his silent question.

"Well, then go and change your clothes back," He said, preparing to snap his fingers. He liked the dress too.

"I wanna stay in this dress," You said rumpling your skirt, " I don't want to change it."

Alastor lazily looked up at you and smiled, "Hm. Very well! But we can't let you wear this dress with these shoes."

You looked down at your sneakers and then back at Alastor, supposing it was fruitless to convince him that it was okay now to wear a dress with any type of shoes, whether it'd be sneakers, boots or pumps.

Alastor looked around the shop, smiled at something, and a new pair of red saddle shoes with heels appeared in his hands.

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These cute shoes appeared to be awful. You were already tired of long walking and endless trying-on of dresses, and now your comfortable shoes had been replaced with heels! And your doll legs were not designed for this. There were no joints on the toes to bend properly for these shoes. Your feet remained as they were, with a slight but neat curve, clearly not suitable for these shoes. Therefore you walked very slowly and even began to feel pain in your shins, which had never happened before. Damn those shoes and Alastor's stupid desire to make you more "adollable." That's what he said three shops aago,when you tried on a pink lolita dress.

You seized Alastor's sleeve to keep balance, as you almost fell again. He glanced down at you, but you didn't notice, how his free hand reached for yours one that squeezed his elbow. The thing that caught your eyes was a free bench ahead.

"My dear-" Alastor began, but you didn't listen to him, rushing to your salvation and bending your knees to not to fall. Just the last spurt before giving yourself a complete rest.

You ran up to the bank, frightening away an imp family that wanted to take a seat, and flopped down. You raised your legs a bit so they didn't touch the ground, and a relaxed smile spread on your face. Soon Alastor came up,

"Don't run away from me like this, dolly."

"Ugh, Alastor!" You looked grumpy at him, "I'm tired!"

He looked down at you, and your tiny figure seemed even smaller. You pouted and folded your arms just like a stubborn child. Alastor couldn't hide a chuckle escaping his lips, and it made you frown more.

"What's funny? I don't feel my legs!" And you slipped off your shoes without your hands. You sighed a breath of relief, when the heavy heels fell on the ground. You twisted your joints, one was dark and wooden, the other one — white and porcelain. You remembered how you got your first breakage.

"Why, darling, are they tight?" He sat next to you.

"They're just not suitable for my feet." You didn't try to explain to him anything, your naked feet were in front of his eyes, and he could see that your feet too flat to those heels.

"Hmm." His eyes were fixed on your ankles, but you could swear that his mind was not here, and by the sharpened smile you understood that he devised the ways of revenge to the seller. But when his gaze darkened, and you felt the cold running down your spine, that very second Alastor snapped his fingers exclaiming "How about that?" You felt your feet were covered with something.

You looked down and saw new mary janes on you. They were dark brown, some kind of dark red, with a stitch in the middle, which made your feet look like hooves. The shoes were soft and perfectly suited as if they were made just for you. You admired a new pair of shoes when suddenly you understood something. You hadn't seen tthese ones before. Not in any shop you visited.

"Wait. All this time you could just snap your fingers and the clothes would be on me? And we didn't even have to go to all these damn shops?" Alastor just looked at you with his shit eating grin. "Alastor, I hate you!"

He laughed and then answered in a low voice, the static filter had almost faded away, "Darling, don't use such poignant words if you aren't ready to face the consequences."

He looked at you from half-lidded eyes. This bright red gaze burnt you all the way through, making you bite your tongue and your cheeks blush in shame.

You looked down and said, "I mean, you didn't have to do all of this if you could just conjure up everything you... I needed." You were not sure who he did it all for.

"And what if I say I wanted to spend time with you," You heard.

You harshly turned your head to face him. Alastor looked forward towards the flowering shrubberies.

"You did?" You asked.

He turned to you and looked in your wide opened eyes, "Why so astonished, my dear? I told you, you hid secrets. A lot of them! You are an enigma, and I'd like to reveal all the mysteries you keep. I would like to know you better and more." He leaned a little closer to you, "And I mean not only your body, darling." His smile was mischievous and gleaming.

You felt your cheeks turned red as the tulips, which Alastor looked now at. So it all means that he made you do all this shopping just to have a chance to talk to you? You were not sure if you really believed in it. But it could explain why he brought you to this park, and why he was so unhurried, walking here with you. But why then didn't he ask you a single question? You felt a headache coming, when you tried to comprehend the purpose of his actions.

"Well, my darling, if we stay here for a while while you rest, maybe you could tell me how you ended up here? In hell. You didn't tell anyone in the hotel about it. Even Charlie stays in ignorance. Quite unusual of her, for she always wants to know more about her wards."

"Well," You mumbled. You didn't like to revive your death. And your sin... You didn't actually take it as a sin, because even now you didn't feel guilty. Even when you tried to, you stayed cold blooded. Was it your actual sin? But maybe to share your story with somebody could help you?

"Okay, I'll tell you." If you didn't stare at your knees that moment you could see how Alastor's ears pricked up. "Do you want it to be short or long?" You looked at the demon.

"Oh, doll, I want to know everything." His face was so close to you his nose almost touched your cheek. You sighted, remembering all that you didn't like to remember and told him everything.

About how you never chased love, but thought, maybe one day it'd come with the right person, but you never hunted for it, as it wasn't the goal of your life; about how that young man, your peer, appeared with his feelings and confessions, and about how cold you remained to him; about how his sweet promises didn't flatter you, but angered you, and how he aroused in you not even a feeling of pity, but disgust. You just didn't need him. And about how one day you didn’t answer him with a polite and kind refusal, but told him 'go to hell', and he replied that he would kill himself if you weren’t with him. You told how you suppressed laughter, when you heard such a manipulation, that you didn't take seriously, and how you answered him with just a simple indifferent smile. And you told how a few days later everyone, literally everyone, blamed you for his death. And as you were the one who was considered to be the reason for the boy's death, you were killed by a revengeful sister of the dead.

Remembering your last days on earth, you sighed heavily. What fools were all these people, you thought. And the heavens were foolish too. Why everybody considered that you were responsible for other's suicide? Or maybe your sin was your indifference towards the man? But you barely knew him! Why should you cry your eyes out because of a foreigner, who was besides very annoying?

But still you didn't like to remember it and let it spill, because deep inside you were afraid. During your life you were held as a good girl, nobody ever thought you could hurt anyone. And then when people found your name in his death note, they accused you of hypocrisy. They called you a liar and a dissembler. And you were afraid that if anyone in the hotel would find out about the reason why you were here, they'd turn away from you too.

But you trusted your story to Alastor. You were sure, he wouldn't judge you for your sins. He'd rather judge you for the lack of them.

Alastor listened to you patiently, and though your story was long he didn't interrupt you. You noticed how his eye twitched when you told about the pressure of that man on you. You finished your narrative, sighed and looked at Alastor. You wanted to hear his opinion. You needed to know what he thought.

He understood your look and answered,

"Darling, I don't think it was... A sin."

A sigh of relief left your lips.

"I mean, my dear, you didn't even threaten him, did you?"

"No, no, I didn't!" You shook your head.

"See?" He smiled at you, spreading his hands. "Ah, I’ll never understand the rules from above."

You moved up closer to him,

"So you also think I shouldn't be here?"

If a gaze can fall on a person like snow from the roof, that was what Alastor's gaze made to you. Chill ran down your spine and a cold thread of fear held your neck, so you couldn't swallow.

"So you want to leave this place? Saint?" He leaned over to you, your noses almost touched each other. "Don't like it here? Not at all?"

His breath burnt your lips, and his bang tickled your forehead. You felt like you could die for the second time right now under his red eyes sharp as a laser. Sinners and imps around you slowed down their steps, waiting if the Radio Demon ate you up right in the middle of the park.

"N-no, no, A-alastor, I didn't mean this!" You waved your hands in protest, leaning back away from him. He watched you for a while and then straightened himself, smiling lip-closed at you.

"I-I like it!" You viewed the place around. The demons went back to their normal pace and passed you by. "Well, at least I like people I've found here! You and those in the hotel. Just this whole situation... It makes me... It makes me feel guilty. And I don't want to feel guilty. I am not guilty! It's not my fault that he cut his veins! What should I have done? To say, 'oh, don't do it, sweetheart, I was a cruel woman, now I love you, don't kill yourself'? Like this? And then to become... His wife?! No! I'll never be someone's-" You interrupted yourself realizing what you just wanted to say.

"Toy."

"Hahaha" Alastor's laugh made you start. He leaned against the back of the bench, looking at you from half-lidded eyes. "It seems, we've finally found out why you are like this."

His giggling annoyed you but you were too shocked to be angry with him.

"W-wait, no! A demon's- A sinners' appearance describes who they were in life! And what they did!"

"Darling! Things are much more complicated than your little pretty head thinks! Hell laughs at us," He pronounced slowly. "Do you think I was some kind of a deer-fancier? Well, in fact I like venison, that's all. But I haven't become what I eat, I've become what I was taken for when I was killed. A hunter took me for a deer and shot me!" He laughed at your astonished look. He had never talked about himself and especially about his past with you before. "Aahh, how I laughed when arrived here. Such an irony."

Alastor looked somewhere in space, remembering his first days in hell maybe. Did he really laugh at this evil joke of hell? You thought, he was rather frantic. Furious with his death. A stupid death, that was just an accident. But you didn't share your thoughts with him.

"Hell doesn’t just punish or curse us. It makes jokes about us, entertaining itself. And it seems that it made a great joke on you, for you've become neither what you metaphorically were in life, nor what you were in the minute of your death. You've become the thing you never wanted to be. Someone's property."

You sat in silence thinking over his words. He was unerringly right. It was the only logical explanation of why you were a doll. You didn't like this theory, but what could you do? It was true.

But have you really never were a doll? What about now? Alastor repaired you, dressed you... Why did you let him do all of this? Not because you tried to act in the way to justify your new essence, but because you simply could not say 'no' to Alastor. You had been always longing for him, and after your first operation (which was disgusting and thrilling at the same time) you became closer, and you didn't want to lose this relationship, so you did everything he asked. Trying to please him you were ready to forgo your own needs.

But just like a doll serves for feasting someone's eyes, doesn't her owner have a duty to her? Shouldn't he take care of a doll, protect her? You thought, he had to. And hoped that Alastor thought the same.

After that kiss you couldn't deny that your desire to not be apart from him grew stronger. You knew you were wrong, knew it could end very bad for you, but you couldn't help your heart beating faster when he was around.

Remembering about the kiss, you felt redness acrossing on your cheeks. Alastor, seeing your blush, tilted his head questionly. Before he had time to open his mouth and tease you, you exclaimed jumping off the bench,

"Look! There are roses!"

You quickly crossed the path, made your way through the flower-beds and came to the blooming garden roses. Several bees flew out from the flowers, making you grab your hands away. When the buzzing disappeared, you came up to the plant. Special flowery aroma captured your nose. You carefully took one flower in your palm and inhaled the airy sweet scent. It was magic that even in hell you could find such pleasant smells. You picked several rosebuds. The thrones couldn't hurt you, so you easily touched the stems and soon you had a whole bouquet of bright red flowers.

"My, what a wonderful garden this is! Who could think that in such a horrible place like this such beautiful things can exist." You wanted to turn to Alastor to show him a bouquet you'd made, but suddenly you felt hands on your waist. Alastor leaned over to you and whispered in your skin, "I've never seen a flower half so beautiful before!"

He left a soft kiss on your shoulder and quickly straightened himself. His hands remained on your forearms.

You stood with your cheeks as rose as the buds in your hands. The gesture of his unexpected gentleness warmed your body and soul. You felt the urge to lean back and press to his chest to feel more of his breath and heartbeat. But you stood straight, waiting to see what he would do.

Alastor placed his head on the shoulder he kissed a minute ago and purred,

"Does this beautiful flower want to go back into the vase?"

You swallowed and cleaned your throat to answer,

"Suppose?"

"Wonderful."

And you both sank into the shadows.

* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *

When the cold pressure of shadows that held you tight by your limbs and waist disappeared, you could finally take a breath and open your eyes. You and Alastor were surrounded with a great many different boxes and paper-bags in your room. Round hat boxes of blue and pink colours were set on the desk and your bed; the floor was almost hidden by the beige pinstripe shoe boxes; and dozens of paper-bags with dresses, blouses and skirts lay on the chairs and other boxes.

"It seems we did a great job, my little doll," Alastor whispered satisfied in your ear. His hand was again on you and he gently caressed your skin.

"I'm afraid," You sighed, "all of this won't go in my wardrobe."

"Hmm. Perhaps." Alastor sharply turned you around to face you, "Now, my dear, I want you to model everything you have now."

"What?!" You exclaimed, imagining how long could this fitting take and feeling how the tiredness fell on your shoulders and bound your legs again. "But, but you've already seen all of them! Why do yo-"

"Nonsense! I saw the garments but only separately, and now, dolly, I want to see the ensembles. Or was it in vain that I chose shoes, hats and accessories for each dress?" He looked down at you, cocking his eyebrow and smiling with just one corner of his mouth. His gaze fell on the roses you still held in your hands.

Alastor came up to the table, took a vase and stopped in front of you. You put the flowers inside, but when Alastor wanted to put it back on the table, you exclaimed "wait!" and took one flower out.

"Here." You came closer to the man, broke the stalk of the rose and put the red flower in the buttonhole.

Alastor didn't dare to move. He held his breath when your fingers tried to find a little hole in his coat, and only when you adjusted the rosebud, ran your hands over his lapels and made a step back, he let himself breathe again.

"Thank you, my dear," He said and put the bouquet on its place.

You hoped your cheeks didn't flush again, but noticing Alastor's grin getting wider, you considered that you were pink again. Before Alastor turned his face to you, you said you were going to change. Alastor replied "good", still watching at the roses in the vase.

You didn't know what he was thinking about, maybe about purchases, or maybe roses, or maybe porcelain in which stood the flowers.

You took a beige paper-bag, brown box with shoes and tried to remember what else Alastor chose for this dress.

"Go and dress up, darling. I'll give you all you need."

You nodded and your tiny figure hid behind the folding screen. There, in that corner of the room, stood a cabinet with a lamp with pink fabric shade on it, a mirror in full height with white wooden frame and a soft stool. You made this dollish corner after your first week in the hotel. You always wanted to have a real dressing table at which you can brush your hair, and a folding screen to dress. You felt a bit of coquette using these things. Maybe it was stupid to use a folding screen in the room where you live alone, but now you were glad you had it, because you were not sure whether Alastor would force you to change in front of him.

You put on a new dress, milky white with ruches on the sleeves and skirt, and put on the white ballet flats. No accessories appeared, so you came out of your corner.

When you stepped out, you hardly recognized your own room. The boxes and bags were put away somewhere just like all the furniture. Only an armchair stood in the middle of the room and Alastor sat there. His pose was free, almost cheeky; he put one leg on the other one, his head rested on his hand. He gazed at you and in the dimly lit room his eyes glowed bright red with anticipation.

You timidly made a step forward and froze when Alastor said,

"Come closer, so I can watch you."

You swallowed and obeyed. You slowly walked to him and stopped just where the light from the window separated the room in two parts: the part where Alastor sat, and the part where you stood. The vase with roses stood on the right side of the table and it was closer to you than to him.

"Twirl."

You made small steps around yourself, but the fabric of the skirt was too heavy to turn into a beautiful bud of cloth. The skirt swelled out like a bell, and after the third turn you stopped.

Alastor was silent but his smile gave you more than any words he could say.

"Well, show me the next ensemble," He said and you hid behind the screen once again.

You changed three more attires and every time you twirled around Alastor he didn't say more than "good" or "excellent". You began to doubt whether he really wanted to see every new piece of clothes, because it seemed that his thoughts were far away from here.

Indeed Alastor was worried not about your clothes, though his thoughts were still concentrated on something from this room. Somebody. You.

He didn't care much about your wardrobe. The reason he took this shopping trip was because he wanted to make you think that before you make any decision, you have to consult him. But very soon he caught himself, thinking that he was stretching this walk for as long as possible. That’s why there were too many new garments in your room now, and that’s why he suggested walking through the park. And in the park…

Excited, you jumped off the bench and ran to the shrubbery. Your tiny figure stole through the soft light-pink flowers of azaleas. Their thin paper petals caressed your ankles and some of the tall flowers hid under the hem of your dress. He watched how you disappeared behind a big blooming bush and stood up. He walked slowly to your direction, without knowing what actually he wanted to do. And then he saw you standing back to him, picking up the roses. So fragile, literally fragile, so innocent and resplendent. He sneaked up to you and a strange desire filled him. You didn't hear him coming closer. Alastor felt how you started when he placed his hand on your waist, but soon you relaxed when recognized the hands. He teased you but he didn't want to hear your answer. He leaned over and pressed his lips to your shoulder. Cold, smooth, tender skin. He heard you gasping. He immediately straightened himself, as he felt he wanted to take more. He found a cozy place right on your shoulder and he knew you took a step behind to be closer to him.

He was glad that his plan was slowly coming true — you trusted him enough to tell him about the cause of death, and together you even discovered the secret of your essence, which had haunted you since your arrival in hell.

But besides that, he was glad that you trusted him. Yes, that was his goal, but he wanted to use it for his own purposes in the beginning. Now he was simply glad that... You considered him your… Friend? That you no longer fell silent when he was near, that you didn’t dodge his touches, and were not afraid to touch him yourself (and that he actually didn't mind if you touched him, though he hated it from anyone else.)

It wasn't that Alastor didn't have friends, he had Mimzy and Rosie after all. But what he felt towards you is not at all like the relationship of friends. But it was not a senseless thirst for possession, as it was in the beginning. And when did it actually start? The moment he took you in his arms and understood how light you were, as if you were hollow? Or when he tasted you? No, he did it because his mind was already occupied with you.

Alastor sat in the armchair, lazily watching your silhouette. Your long shadow fell on the pale pink fabric of the folding screen, and he couldn't help himself but thinking how did you look there. How many ball-socket joints did you have? Were there any in your corpus? How deep could you bend yourself? Could a touch to the most sensitive part of a body arouse you just the same as it could do to other people?

Alastor lost in his thoughts so deep that he heard your call only the third time.

"Yes, my dear?" He half-rose from the seat.

"Could you please help me?" Your voice was full of shyness.

He stood up and headed for the corner. Your shadow stood moveless, your hands were behind your back and bended in the elbows, your head was lowered. Alastor hesitated for a second before making a step behind the screen.

You saw him in the mirror behind you and started a little. He looked so unusually tired. The thought that his own diversion exhausted not only you caused a little smile on your face.

"I think the zip is stuck." You mumbled and put your hair on your shoulders, revealing Alastor your back.

The dress was unzipped only for a quarter and then the fabric pursed up. It was the most revealing dress, it fully exposed your shoulders, and gave a perfect view of the upper part of your back. You tried to breathe calm when you felt Alastor's hands on your shoulder-blades. He ran his knuckles down your spine and it caused goosebumps all over your body. How could he with just a slight touch, with such a simple motion bring such a big wave of pleasure in you?

You felt how the man behind you tugged the zip until you finally heard a revealing 'zzzip' and the next moment the dress slipped down.

Redness covered your face when you saw in the mirror the amused look on Alastor's face and your own almost naked body. Your eyes widened, hands lifted up to your breasts and you screamed at Alastor in panic, pushing him out of the folding screen, "Go away!" Alastor didn't resist, being too shocked by what happened or by what he saw.

You flopped down on the stool and hid your burning face in your palms. But then you thought, what did he actually see? Your bosom was covered with your long hair and you still had your panties on. You hoped, you drove him away quickly enough for him not to see the construction of your body. For now nobody had ever seen so much of you.

You pull your hands away and leaned against the wall. You had to put a stop to this masquerade. You pulled a dark red blouse and a skirt on, climbed in the shoes, that Alastor conjured in the park, turned off the lamp and left the fitting-corner.

Your room was normal again, all the furniture was in place and all the boxes and bags disappeared somewhere. The upper light illuminated the room with a soft yellowish glow. Alastor still was in the armchair, crossing his legs. His fingers nervously tapped the elbow rest, and you could swear his antlers now seemed bigger. His teeth were clenched and eyes looked directly at you. You shivered under his gaze, but headed for him and stopped, crossing your arms on your chest.

He didn't move, just his eyes slowly looked up at you. You opened your mouth to express everything you thought about him and his stupid games, but a hand grabbed you by the waistband and pulled you down. You managed to stretch your arms forward to avoid falling straight on him, but you were too close, your noses almost bumped.

"Excuse me?" You said.

"Down, my dear" And he put you on his lap, "Do you promise me to do what I tell you?"

You constrained yourself to speak, but felt like the words stuck inside your throat, so you could only nod. His hand slowly traveled up and down your back, and it stopped where your back went into your buttocks. He tapped his claws against your body and you heard a dull sound.

"I need to hear your words, doll. I can't do anything without your permission."

"Y-yes, I will listen to you."

"Good."

You felt more relaxed, when you admitted your desire to lose yourself in whatever he'd like to do with you. After all, you saw those dreams and were very upset because of every awakening. You remembered your kiss almost every minute, wanting to do it again. Yes, you did want him to go further, and you were ready to obey.

Alastor's hands halted on your shoulders.

"May I undress you?"

You nodded unsurely, but noticing him tilting his head in the wait you said aloud 'yes'.

Your blouse was unbuttoned carefully, too slowly, and then thrown on the floor. You sat topless on Alastor just in your long skirt. He threw your hair back, but his gaze didn't leave your face. The fact he didn't even glance at your breast made you more embarrassed than when you were naked behind the folding screen tet-a-tet with him. Next moment he seized your hips and stood up, pressing you to his chest. You didn't have time to come to your senses, and you were already on the bed and without the skirt.

"Now, darling", Alastor lay down near your feet, resting his head on his hand and bending his knees, "Show me yourself and describe everything you feel. Physically of course."

"You mean-" But you closed your mouth, seeing his stare and enticing smile. Although Alastor looked up to you, you felt much lower than him.

You breathed out, straightened yourself and slowly raised your hand to your chest. Alastor's eyes didn't leave you even for a moment, he didn't even blink. With a greedy anticipation he eyed your hands slowly caressing yourself and he felt how he became harder.

"Words?"

You mumbled something unintelligibly and threw back your head, escaping his stare.

"Do you need my help?" Alastor pronounced, rising on his hands. He slightly pushed you, so you fell on the mattress. He hovered over you and placed his left hand on your collarbone.

"Do tell me what you're feeling."

His red claw slowly slid down to your breast, and you whispered "sharp". The finger continued the journey, stopping near your nipple. You bit your lip, holding back your sigh. The finger slipped down a little more and stopped at the little top of your soft pink skin. Alastor made a slow circular motion, and this time you couldn't restrain the moan, so you let the sound leave your mouth.

"We take it for a word, darling."

Then Alastor bent down lower and you said,

"Hot and wet. Your breath is hot and wet."

Looking at you, Alastor covered your bosom with his mouth. His hot tongue slid on your skin, and you shivered every time when it rubbed against your nipple. His right hand fondled your other bosom, gently squeezing it and rubbing the nipple. Your skin wasn't resilient, but it was very smooth and slippery

"Ah, it tickles and, and… good.. I- I don't know, it's just good."

From under your trembling eyelashes you glanced at Alastor. You wanted to touch him, to pet his ears, they might be so fluffy and soft. You tentatively raised your hand but removed it quickly, when a pair of bright crimson eyes glanced at you. With the last kiss on the nipple he removed his mouth from you, but both of his hands took it place.

"Funny, my doll, it's porcelain indeed, yet so soft and sensitive."

You noticed a slight blush on his cheeks and thought how cute he was with it. Next moment with a single move he spread your legs and pressed your knees to the mattress.

"Ah! Alastor! My body is not as flexible as a human one." You were not sure whether you had muscles under the layer of porcelain, but you felt painful tightness where you had double joints between your pelvis and thighs. "I'm not sure if anybody can endure it." You added grumblingly.

"Hmm," Alastor bent your knees and this time he spread your ankles, so you turned as red as the roses in the vase, when you saw his face between your legs.

"Let's do our research more… thoroughly."

You frowned, when he scoffed, looking at your pink panties with a pattern of white hearts.

"Shut up."

"Why, dear? I think they're very cute." He looked at you with archness and his hands slowly took the fabric off. "But they will only hinder us." And with a smooth move he put them off.

He looked directly at your extended folds.

"Now, dolly, do me a favour!"

"Yes?" You'd already used to this mixture of fear and curiosity that you felt after each of his demands.

"I want you to touch yourself and describe to me what you feel."

"What?!"

You exclamation caused a chuckle from Alastor,

"You heard it right, doll. Now do as I please," The end of the phrase he said without the static filter, and you knew you couldn't say 'no'.

You slowly raised your hand to the lower part of your belly. "Further," Said Alastor. Your hand timorously slipped down. Until now you did not do it, not since you'd appeared in hell. Your fingers reached to your labia, where the skin was unexpectedly velvet. You caressed your folds, massaging them up and down. "Don’t forget about your task, dolly," Alastor said and bent down to breathe in your scent, and you took your hand away.

"I don't actually understand what you want to hear from me," You mumbled, "Whatever a girl can feel I feel it."

His nose buried in your pussy and he made a slow move of his head, breathing your whole smell in from down to top. You had a unique scent, which he didn't expect. It was like powdered sugar, a slight but sweet aroma.

"I want to make sure that you can feel everything, and that you feel it good."

And then you felt how he licked you up, right from your anus to your mons. Your body quivered as if millions of tiny stars ran through your whole body, from your thighs to the crown of your head.

He looked at you, the tip of his tongue still pressing against your skin. You saw how his saliva dripped down and spread across your mons. He moved his tongue lower to your clit and smiled wider, seeing how you squirmed under his touches.

"Your t-tongue, it's right on my- ah! it's right on my clit and mmm you're swirling it arou-!"

Your stutter made him smile wider in your pussy and he felt how he became harder. He glanced up at you. Your body was connected with just a single joint between your torso and waist. Alastor liked the curve under your breasts, that followed the shape of ribs. Your waist and pelvis were one part of your body and were not seperated with any balls. Being a double jointed doll you had a beautiful figure, but you were less flexible. But still you rolled under him like waves in the sea.

He closed his eyes and pressed himself closer to your cunt. You gasped, opening your mouth widely. It caused a strong pain in your cheeks and around your lips. But you remembered what he asked you to do, so you opened your mouth again to speak. It was so hard to concentrate on words when his tongue wiggled inside of you, but then a new feeling showed up.

"I-I feel your- I feel your teeth, fangs… So sharp! Ah, Alastor!" You fists crumpled the sheet under you, you arched your back, balancing on the crown of your head. The room filled with the slurping sound and the sounds of your sights as Alastor sucked more hungry at your clit.

"Your tongue's wet and… ahh, it's, it's-" You moaned loud and drawn-out, feeling another sting of pain on your lips, but the pleasure below was stronger. Did he do it just with his tongue? Was it actually his tongue? It felt so long and strong, it was unnaturally large, and right now it was inside of your vagina, exploring every inch of you.

Alastor pressed closer, trying to reach as deep as possible, and he couldn't help himself but to make little thrust against the sheet when you clenched him between your thighs, screaming his name.

"Deep, very deep, Alastor," You didn't feel your lips anymore and now could fully drown in the feelings Alastor gave you. But the next word you pronounced was "hollow."

Alastor looked at you from between your knees, resting his hands on them. His mouth was slightly opened and you saw the luster of his saliva and your juices on his lips. Without his breathe on your crotch you felt cold down there and you shivered.

"Now, my dear, I can say that not only your blood is tasty." Alastor said with a satisfied smile and you threw you head on the pillow. "Now, if you don't mind…"

You raised your head and saw Alastor licking two of his fingers. Now you could see how exactly long his tongue was. Your heartbeat fastened when he brought his fingers to your cunt and asked, "Two or one?"

Without hesitation but shyly you answered "two". Alastor smiled pleased at you from half-lidded eyes and slowly put the middle and the ring fingers into your pussy. Your folds clenched around them and a wave of pleasure embraced you again. It was too good to feel him inside of you, and you were afraid of how lonely you felt a minute ago, when he wasn't there anymore.

His fingers moved terribly slowly in and out, making each member of your body relax, as if you were lying on a cloud. You actually were on cloud nine. You smiled slightly, his motions were too gentle, and you softly whispered his name, pleading him not to stop. With every thrust his long fingers went deeper and deeper and you breathed longer, until his thumb pressed against your clit and started to rub it and you moaned. Your left leg twitched because of a new caress, but with his powers Alastor made your wooden ankle go aside, opening your legs wider. Then Alastor curved his fingers, still making circles around your tiny organ.

"Uhm, it's good, very-very good, Alastor. Don't- ah! Don't stop, p-please…"

"Tell me more," He groaned, stooping down to you. He began slowly smooching you from your belly up to your chest. He left soft kisses on your bosoms, slightly biting your hard nipples. Your hand moved to his head and you pressed him closer when he wanted to go further to your collarbone.

"More, please…"

Alastor groaned when he felt your little fingers between his antlers. He glanced at you arching your spine when he pressed on your clit and his fingers slipped deeper. You curved after every thrust, your knees bent as if you tried to embrace his legs, from your mouth slipped sweet pleadings. The sound of his name, whispered so helplessly, so seductively, burnt the desire in him to pin you to the mattress until it'd be the only word you can say.

Your other hand began to stroke his ears. They were so soft, almost plushy, much more fluffy than you expected. He pressed his ears to his skull, and you grabbed harder to his antlers when he kissed your neck, as you head how his fangs hit against porcelain. His right hand still worked with your entrance, but his other hand caressed your waist, hips, your breast, your hands. His very touch to your skin made you shake from inside. You realized that you could feel not only rude effects on your skin, but also very soft, tender touches. Goosebumps ran down you when his claws slightly ran over your hip.

He smooched your neck and licked the places where his teeth went too deep and left some scratches. You still tried to mumble the descriptions of his movements but broke off when he kissed you gently at your jawline, then chin, then cheeks and nose. Dozens of tiny sweet kisses and rapid handwork made your head dizzy.

"You're a very good doll for me," He whispered in your ear. The static was gone long ago and you could hear his hard breathing clearly. You wanted to say how good was he too, how much he made you feel, how thankful you were for this, but opening your mouth you could only moan as you came to your release.

He leaned back, watching you arching your back, shaking your legs and moaning so loud while your cum was covering his fingers.

"My, what a treasure… So obedient, so faithful, yet so truly alive," He whispered, slackening off his motions, but you didn't hear a word, riding out your orgasm.

When you were lying on your back, trying to catch your breath and slowly coming to the realization of what you two did now, Alastor hovered over you. When you looked at him, he smiled wider, showing his sharp teeth and the top of his tongue. Then he sucked his fingers covered in your wetness one by one, making a loud pop after pulling them out of his mouth. This salacious gesture caused even more blush on your already red cheeks. You suddenly realised how much he knew now. How much he saw. How much he heard. You felt a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

Licking the last drop from his wrist, he glanced at you and smiled. And in this smile you saw the same pride and no embarrassment, but contentment.

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Alastor came out from the bathroom with a towel in his hand. He asked you to stay in bed and let him wipe you. You didn't sweat but between your legs it was pretty wet. When he wiped you dry, he looked at his work. On your mons there were several thin white scratches that he left with his fangs. If it were ordinary skinskin, there would definitely be bloody cuts. He smiled thinking about it. His gaze followed higher to your stomach and torso. He wiped the wet traces of his kisses and saw some same scratches around your nipples. Then he looked at your neck and face and saw a tiny crack on your jawline.

Since the day you fell from the stairs you got so many new marks from him. The wooden ankle, the scar on your forearm where he bit you the first time. You patched it up with something and now there were only several white spots on the porcelain. Now you had these little scratches on your most intimate places. And you had three deeper ones on your neck. Now anybody could see who you belong to.

You noticed how Alastor's gaze wandered around your body and understood what he was thinking about. You sat up in front of him and raised your hand to look at it closely. The crack that Alastor left a day ago became larger. Did you want to replace it?

Alastor took your hand and examined it. Yes, another mark, quite rude one, he thought. He left it just to remind you of your delicacy.

He gave you an inquiring look and you nodded your head.

After when the broken joint was replaced with a new one, and you tested it by twirling your wrist, Alastor caught your palm and intertwined your fingers with his. He chuckled and said,

"Can you really blush because of this after what we did before?" He looked mocking but also charmed at you. 'So shy,' said his eyes.

"Holding hands is also indecent," You grumbled and was rewarded with another laugh from Alastor. You also chuckled.

When the operation was over, Alastor helped you to dress. He gave you the red dress you were in the park and those conjured shoes.

"Maintenant, ma poupée," Alastor began, but was interrupted by you trying to adjust the rosebud in his jacket. The bud had became slightly crumpled, some petals had dark lines across them, and a green serrated leaf had came off and must be lost somewhere in the sheets of your bed. But the rose was still very beautiful. Although Alastor was dressed up all in red, his jacket had a dark colour, and the rose beautifully stood out. It had the same shade of red as his eyes. The same colour as your dress.

"Thank you, darling," He said politely. Your face radiated with gladness. He continued, "Well, as we’ve finished our research, I'd like to-"

"Finished?!"

"Yes?" He said, tilting his head.

"D-don't you think there are still some unexplored places left?" You thought about all the things he could see, what else he could know. But you also thought about what you could know. Did he believe that you didn't notice how sensitive his ears were? How he groaned when you touched his antlers? How did his antlers grow when he suppressed his unwanted desires? His body had as many secrets as yours, and it would be extremely unfair to explore everything about you, but leave him as the same enigma.

Alastor looked at you from head to toe.

"Hmm. Perhaps, you're right."

Suddenly he placed his hands on your shoulders and turned you around, so the light from the window fell right on your face. Your pupils became smaller.

"Tell me, precious, what do you feel?"

"Again?"

"No, no!" He chuckled, waving his head, "not in that way. What do you actually feel? In your soul?"

This word sounded so powerful, coming from his mouth. You wondered if the word 'soul' sounded the same from the lips of other overlords. But it seemed to you that most likely not. Not for you.

"Well," You looked aside, trying to find the right words. You spoke, carefully selecting words, "I feel like I'm in the right hands. Like I won't be damaged again, but if I break, I'll be carefully fixed and I will be as good as new." You smiled cunningly at Alastor, and he was surprised at how amazingly alive you seemed again. "I feel like I'm in the reverent hands of a careful owner."

Alastor looked at you with his eyes wide open, even though the light fell against him, you saw how his pupils trembled. His hands slipped down to your forearms, and next second he flinged his arms around you. You gasped in surprise as he pressed you tight to his chest as never before. But soon his embrace loosened, and your heart beaten faster when he whispered in your ear, holding your palms.

"You are. You'll never be broken."

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