#wear a monocle man

[the-original-skipps]

yooooo this is wild 😂

[allpromarlo]

random castordei thought i js had: what if mydei does die (and get revived obviously) from castorice’s touch at the beginning, but gradually builds up an immunity to it

like their first encounters would be a little prickly because the curse does work on him, but mydei already notices that coming back to life after dying by castorice’s hand is much more painless than on other occasions. they meet up more often, and each time his body takes less time to regenerate, until one day, he doesn’t die at all—he just feels himself go completely limp in her arms, muscles relaxed for the first time in years. and it feels weird, because he’s usually incapable of letting go of all the tension in his body like that, but castorice just has that effect on him. so now, his main reason for seeing her is needing to relax his muscles and clear his mind, which helps him sleep better and because he’s in love with her

[crystaltoa]

First day wearing glasses to work.

People keep complimenting my hair.

I have not changed my hair.

[artistmitchy]

I don't know shit about this series; I just think he's neat.

[deathbirby]

mad drip in the dungeons

[genderlessdude92]

GENTLE, PLEASE

PAIRING: Alastor x Wife!Reader SUMMARY: Y/N, like the nervous wreck she is, can’t stop spending her free time worrying over something that’s not even a big deal. Of course, one thing lead to another. (Thank you, Charlie, for letting them have the day off). WARNINGS: (SFW) Reader is female, Reader is hellborn, Reader is VERY anxious (alastor as well, but not too much), reader is sensitive obv, angel is angel, usage of y/n, established relationship cussing on both parts, Alastor owns readers soul. (NSFW) alastor’s pain kink shows a little bit, lingerie, reader is TIGHT, reader is also virgin but is registered adult!!!, mention of a safeword, p in v, slight orgasm denial, reader’s tears, soul-chain bondage, alastor knots. Mentions of pregnancy^^ idk if there’s angst in this that counts but both have a good ending so dw (LMK if i missed anything!!!!)

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Alastor was a man of his word.

Y/N was sitting in her room, tired from her piece of vibrating plastic that brang her ‘pleasure’.

“You look gorgeous in your bliss, darling.”

Whenever Alastor rubbed her, ate her out, it made her feel real pleasure, though.

But, did he?

What was real pleasure?

“I’m too big for you, sweetheart, maybe another time.”

Another time.

Did he want another time?

“You’re almost like Charlie’s mother, Hah! We’d make great parents.”

The look he gave you.

Y/N felt so relieved after hearing Charlie was going up to heaven for a meeting just a moment ago, but now all of these stupid…that’s mean. All these overwhelming thoughts were plaguing her head.

She threw the piece of plastic across the room.

She had to give him something.

when was the last time you talked to him? when was the last time you crossed paths with your husband during work? when was the last time you cooked for him?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

22:10 PM

She couldn’t sleep.

Was she good enough?

Ugh.

She put on a flimsy oversized shirt she usually wears to bed, some polka-dot pajama shorts, and white, knee-high socks.

She didn’t bother to change her underwear garments from the night before.

Y/N looked around before heading out of her hotel room, in case anybody saw her, to Alastor’s room.

Y/N was so happy when Alastor ‘accidentally’ mapped her room next to his on one of the secluded floors when the hotel was being rebuilt. How happy she was, indeed.

Knock knock knock

Silence. but only for a moment before she heard and felt the soft familiar static come closer to the other side of the door.

“Come in, mon cher.” He greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside. His room looked neat and clean, unlike Y/N’s. mostly because there wasn’t much stuff…and he had a whole bayou, making the room bigger.

She nervously walked over the the edge of his bed and sat down, breathing in the smell of his familiar cologne.

“Whats keeping you up so late? you’re usually a slumbering baby at this time of night!” He chortled, sitting down next to her on the plush bed of his.

Fuck.

He was wearing silk pajama pants and a robe, but the robe was just barely tied tightly, exposing a majority of his chest. His monocle was placed elsewhere and his hair was slightly disheveled.

Crap, you woke him up didn’t you.

“…I don’t know.” You dumbass, wrong answer! she scolded at herself.

Alastor chuckled again, “Just missed me?” he asked.

That reminded Y/N of back then. When it was simple and new between them. Before they went to this hotel, decades ago when the two met. She would always go over to his manor in the middle of the night after roaming the streets and feeling lonely.

Ah, yes. Now i have to work for the princess.

“…Yeah…missed you.” Y/N forced a smile alongside that little white lie.

He sighed, “…Alright, what’s going on?” He placed a place on her tensed shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, gently.

Cornered. Y/N didn’t have a choice, “Do you…Do always mean it when…fuck- when you s-say you-um- want to have a child with me?” She said without breaking her eye contact to the floor.

You didn’t have to say it like that, fucking hell

Alastor’s movements froze. “…a…um…” His smiled turned strained, “-a spawn?”

Y/N teared up. there was no way she was getting out of this one.

She whimpered, “…sorry.” before her hands shot up to her face, Alastor grabbed her wrist-

“I would love to. Y-You know I am a man of my word…” Alastor confessed with a chuckle, “-But…only if you are comfortable with it, mon amour.” Alastor went to her eyes level to try and meet her eyes.

Y/N froze. Her tears stopped.

…Holy fuck.

Y/N looked at him, to search for any disapproving emotion in his eyes.

None.

“…I-I want to.” Y/N confessed back, “…too.”

Alastor’s smile softened, he pulled Y/N with ease into him lap, “I’m glad,” and immediately kissed her.

The kiss was soft, sensual, gentle, even. Alastor’s hands began to roam under her shirt once she opened her mouth for him.

Alastor broke away from the kiss for a moment, a string of saliva connecting to their lips, “Y/N…?” he tugged on her shirt.

Oh god, what do i say?

“…Is there something wrong?” Y/N silently panicked.

Alastor widened his eyes for a moment but then softened his demeanor, “You shirt. Can i take it off?” He kissed her lips once more.

Fucking idiot. A brain dead patient would’ve known what that meant.

“…Yes.” She smiled nervously as he broke the the kiss.

Alastor nodded before bunching the hem of her shirt in his claws, “arms up, dear.”

As Y/N put her arms up, letting him gently take off her shirt, Alastor noticed how she was…wearing lingerie.

The lingerie that she wore the night before.

see what i did there

As Y/N put her arms down, she noticed how Alastor was staring at her under garments…

That she didn’t change from last night.

Y/N squeaked and ripped the bra off her body, tossing it away and into the bayou.

Now you’re bra-less.

Y/N slowly look up at Alastor, afraid he was going to scold her for not caring about her hygiene and stuff like that.

Alastor had always scolded her for skipping certain chores to, ‘take the weight off Alastor and Nifty’s shoulders’ whether it be showers, making the bed…laundry.

Dirty landry.

Alastor sighed, “I love you, Y/N,” He laughed softly, “-my clumsy doe.” He finished the sentence with a lustful growl, his claws tickled down her spine, arching her back.

“…I…I love you, t-“ almost immediately, Y/N was pinned down into the center of the bed, Alastor lips crashing onto hers like a starved man.

Fuck yeah, it was hot.

Alastor began to knead his claws at her breasts, squishing them so.

he grinder himself to her clothed core, making her throb for his touch, some contact. It almost felt like all those other times.

…but…it didn’t feel right.

Alastor, after needing a breath of air, noticed the tiniest hint of this, and grown worried,

“Are you alright, dearest?” He checked in.

She was unsure. Yeah, she was in the mood…but she just felt nervous, and he felt so confident.

“…anything i could do?” Alastor questioned once more, still hovering over her, his antlers slightly sizing down.

Think, Y/N, you were fine before, what was he doing before…

“…can you um…be gentle?” She winced, thinking that she sounded like some kind of needy loser. Oh, lord-

“-Why…o-of course, mon cœur.” he reassured, rubbed his thumbs over her small, plush breasts because kissing her once again.

Nothing could have compared more to how satisfied Alastor felt when she moaned.

It wasn’t a pornographic moan either, it was…natural. needing, almost.

Once Alastor slipped his tongue into her awaiting mouth, he began to unwrap his robe, tossing it to the ground and leaving his chest bare for her.

She gasped, “Oh, Al…” before she could wrap her arms around his neck, she felt him tug at her loose shorts,

“May I, darling?~”

Y/N nodded like a frantic woman, lifting her bottom up so he could take off her shorts, awaiting to find her panties completely soaked.

He pushed her bottom down with ease, “Dear, you seem to be completely moist,” Alastor commenting with the low vibration of static in his voice, making Y/N blush frantically. “Tell me, what turn you on so much? Perhaps…” Alastor swiped a finger through her panties, making her yelp. He then brang it back up to his mouth and licked itc moaning softly, “…was it my switch in demeanor?”

Y/N clenched as the sight. Alastor scooted back and lowered herself to her pussy, licking her slowly through the cloth guarding her. When he got to the location of her pearl, he pushed his tongue down onto it, receiving a moan from the receiver.

But his tongue wasn’t enough at the moment.

She wanted more.

“N-no…please, Alastor…I want you.” Y/N pleaded. she was impatient, she couldn’t just sit there and go through what was the usual.

She needed more.

He growled. “Anything for you, ma lumière.” Like an inpatient man, he tapped the bottom of her butt, signaling her to raise it. She did so, and almost immediately did he swiped her panties off of her, resulting in a gasp from Y/N.

Alastor crawled over so his pelvis was just on top of her. standing straight on his knees.

Alastor unbuttoned his silk pajama pants, his hard cock springing free right out of his boxers.

Nothing could have prepared Y/N from how big it looked.

Estimating, it was probably 7.5 inches minimum, and have mercy on her-

It was seriously…thick.

She looked up at Alastor worried. Alastor noticed this and softened his expression,

“You’ll be okay. I’ll go slow for you.”

Y/N nodded, but it certainly didn’t make her feel any better. She was still clenching her womanhood as well, just slightly at the thought of how bad this might hurt.

Alastor sighed. “The safeword is…stop.” Alastor told her. Hopefully that would make her feel safer.

…she opened for him.

When Alastor looked down to examine her, he saw how each second she opened, her juices would stick to her pussy’s lips in strings.

His dick physically throbbed more.

After hooking her legs up and around her waist, he lowered his body down more so that his cock was in lined with her vagina.

Slowly, he rubbed his length up down down through her folds, collecting as much natural lube as he could for her pleasure.

-But the sounds definitely weren’t helping, making Y/N face glow a darker tint of red than before. So, she just zoned out to the rumble of Al’s static.

What snapped her out of her zoning, although, was the burning of her hole, hissing in discomfort.

“Shhh…” Alastor hushed, “Just let me put the tip in, then i’ll stop.” Alastor, still, waited for confirmation.

Fucking pussy, Y/N thought, can’t even take the tip?!-

“o-okay.” She grasped onto his shoulder for an anchor in the pain. I can get through this.

Alastor still gave her a moment before shoving the full tip in, making her wince in pain, squeezing his shoulder.

Alastor hushed her again, “relax for me, darling…” he lowered his mouth to her left nipple, softly suckling on the nub, and effort to ease the pain. As Y/N released more moans, bringing one of her hands up to rub the lonely breast.

After a moment to let her settle around him, he pulled away from her nipple with a pop, bringing her hand back up to his shoulder.

“Just relax for me…” Alastor suggested before closely pushing some more length into her. “You,” he groaned, “You’re doing so good for me…”

How is she so tight?

Tears began to form in Y/N’s waterline. Alastor looked up at the sight and pondered what he could do. After a few moments, he stopped until he was just halfway into her, he leaned down once more to place his lips on her tears, her forehead, and then her lips, whispering affirmations in the middle of each kiss.

…was this too slow?

Y/N couldn’t believe her thoughts.

She pulled away from his lips to speak, “A-Al…put it in…i’m ready…” she requested with desperation in her tone, “i need all of you…”

Alastor looked up at him to spot a lie in the process, “Are you sure, my love-“

“Alastor, fuck me.”

That made Alastor moan, which then turned into a growl as Alastor subconsciously grew into a slightly bigger form of himself, snapping his hips with force into her.

Y/N cried out, but silenced Alastor before he could say anything, “S-Start moving, Al, please…” She took one of her hands off a shoulder to rub her nub, moaning softly as the newly added pleasure mixed with him slowly bottom out before snapping back into her.

He repeated this motion for a moment before slowly picking up her pace, making her moans short between thrusts.

“A-Alastor, ngh…” She called for him, grasping onto his shoulder once again. She tried to pull him down for a kiss.

“Use your words, m…mon cher.” he breathed and he kept his euphoric pace.

“K-Kiss me…” Y/N pleaded through her moans.

Alastor quickly leaned down to peck her lips before breaking the quick kiss,

“I’m gonna fill you…” He quickened his pace, his form becoming more menacing as his antlers grew, “with my seed.” He finished his sentence by smashing his lips onto hers.

As Y/N’s legs began to slip, he quickly used his tendrils to press them to her chest,

Positioning her into a breeding press.

“Ah…A-Alastor…I’m gonna-ah!” Alastor changed his pace to a brutal, electrifying one.

Y/N didn’t even care if he were to be gentle, she just wanted that sweet relief of relea-

“You don’t cum until i say so, darling.” a green shackle on Y/N’s left ankle appeared as a warning. “Understood? Those are our rules of the bedroom.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Those were the rules. He never wanted to feel under-powered in the bedroom at all, so that included orgasm denial.

And Y/N was completely fine with it.

But how quick and hard he’s hitting that far spot in her walls?

Just made her feel like there was no control.

“Alastor, please…” Y/N let tears she didn’t know we’re building up fell.

Alastor hushed her comfortingly, “Sweetheart-fuck-sweetheart, y-you’re almost there…” Alastor could feel himself knot inside of her,

…He wasn’t even sure that he was knotting until Y/N’s moans turned into groans.

He swiped some tears off her cheeks, “Mon cœr, you’re r-ready to cum?” he shot one of his tendrils down to her pussy, rubbing it at a rapid pace. Alastor leaned down to whisper into her ear, the static in his voice now on mute, “cum for me, then.”

That’s when the coil snapped.

The same time when Alastor spilt him seed deep into her womb.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

23:04 PM

Y/N was exhausted.

“Darling, i need you to sit up for a moment.” Alastor demanded.

Y/N groaned like a toddler.

“…fine.” Alastor put down the glass of water onto the nightstand, taking one knee and placing it sorely onto the bed to get closer to her, his shadow helping to lift her butt up as he wiped extra semen off of her.

after a moment of him disappearing into the bathroom, he came back looking neat and ready for bed.

…with a genuine smile on his face as his eyes met your tired ones.

Alastor went to the other side on the bed, sighing as he felt the soft surface under him.

He scooted closer to Y/N to get her under the blankets, dramatic, he thought as Y/N made a whine of protest again from the movement.

Once everything felt to his liking, he laid down next to her. and pulled her close, nuzzling his cheek into her hair.

“…Hey…Al?”

“mhm?”

“…I love you…”

He softened his smile, chuckling light-heartedly,

“…I love you two, as well.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

BONUS ☆♪

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Angel called from the other side of the lobby, walking over to Y/N, “Still up for that event thingy at the new bar? Heard that the sharks are blackl-“

Angel stared at the sight before him.

Y/N, laying on the couch with her legs slightly spread and a heating pad on the thighs.

“…Don’t-“

“Is it just me, or do i see you…a supposed to be virgin friend of mine…sore from a…” He examines the current position for a moment, walking around the couch to stand in front of her, “…breeding press position.”

Y/N stares at him like he’s her next target on a murder spree.

And which, he probably was.

“What? I’m and expert with this kind of stuff,” He pulls out his phone and sits next to you, “forget that I work for Valentino? Damn, how good was that sex?”

“Angel, if you want to keep the ability of having sex, be quiet.”

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END NOTES: I felt rlly devious making this fic 😍 But all jokes aside, i rlly need some writing tips since this is literally my first fic ever 😭

-Lynn

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[alastor-simp]

"I See No Fear In Your Eyes." - Alastor x Reader

(This story includes some of the pilot from Hazbin Hotel)

"Oh no, that didn't go as planned." Switching off the TV in the hotel lobby, you heaved a sigh. You had just seen the 666 news broadcast that showed Charlie explaining the hotel and redeeming demons. She had broken into song, and ended up being laughed at by the residents watching. It slowly became worse when Angel appeared on the news, during a turf war with some snake guy, making Charlie's situation worse. Soon after that the interview turned into an all out brawl between Katie Killjoy and Charlie, leading to the camera to cut off. Your name was Y/N, and you had just arrived in Hell five days ago. The fall you experienced was not pleasant, almost causing broken bones. Charlie happened to be in the area, and rushed you back to the Hotel. It took you a while to process it, but you soon realized you were in Hell, which confused you since you never sinned in your life. Charlie was nice enough to explain everything to you, as well as how she was the princess of hell.

Well that definitely shocked you when she told you that. How could the princess of hell be such a sweet and kind individual? Her personality was like a warm hug, very inviting. After she patched you up, she introduced you to Vaggie, her girlfriend, and Angel Dust, their first patron. Smiling, you introduced yourself, which caused a smirk from Angel Dust and a slight glare from Vaggie until she calmed down and shook your hand. Inspired by Charlies ideas, you volunteered to help with her dreams for the Hotel, earning a giant hug from her. There were many things that needed improvement here, so it was decided that advertising and handling the front desk would be suitable.

Soon the door to the lobby opened, where Angel Dust, Vaggie, and Charlie walked in. Vaggie clearly had a migraine, with the way she rubbed her head, and slouched on the couch. Angel Dust had grabbed a popsicle from the cooler, licking it. Charlie took a seat on a crate, appearing very distraught. Angel Dust made a comment about getting more food for the hotel, since there should be a boatload of sinners making their way here. "Not helping Angel" you thought to yourself. Charlie sunk down more on the crate, making Angel feel bad, but he wasn't good with comfort so he walked to the couch where Vaggie was staying. Moving closer to Charlie, you placed a hand on her back, rubbing circles. "Are you okay?" you asked. Charlie looked up and smiled, yet it seemed forced. She jumped off the crate and went to the door, heading outside. Wondering what she was doing, your feet carried you to the door. Leaning closer to hear her, it appeared she was calling someone. Her mom? It was a bit hard to hear, but you heard the lines of "Dad was right about me." Oh no, Charlie. The aching in your heart was painful. Once she came back inside, she was looking at the ground. Wrapping your arms around her, you pulled her into a hug. Charlie tensed, but eased into it, whispering a thanks. "You are trying your best Charlie. This project will be rocky, but its not impossible. Me and everyone here will support you. Trust me." Charlie squeezed back at your words, until she let go. The smile on her face was bright, vibrant. She appeared to be feeling better. Motioning your head to Vaggie, you told her to sit with her girlfriend. Nodding, she walked towards the couch, joining the others.

"Knock-knock. Knock-knock-knock" Sounds of knocking began to resonated from the lobby door. "Who could that be?" Opening the door, you look to see who it was. Standing in front of you was a very tall man. He was wearing a striped red suit, that matched his pants. His face adorned a monocle and a microphone was in one of his hands. The most noticeable thing on him was his smile, outstretched. to inhumane proportions. His eyes glowed a crimson red, as he gazed below to look at you. "Hellooooooo~!" came from his mouth, sounding like static. Opening the door further, you smiled: "Hello sir! How may I help you?"

***Alastor POV***

Alastor continued to gaze at the little demon in front of him, smiling widely back at him. "What a strange reaction!" He thought to himself. He expected a scream of terror or the sound of the door slamming against him, but not this. The eyes that peered back at him were sparkling, no fear contained in them whatsoever. "Is everything okay?" The demon in front of him, tiled her head, worried as to why he went silent. Shaking his head, Alastor remembered what he came here for.

***Your POV***

The man in front of you seemed to be thinking hard, before he bent down to your level. "Alastor my dear! Pleasure to be meeting you! Quite a pleasure!" His hand had grabbed yours, pulling you closer to his face, before shaking it enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you Alastor. My name is Y/N." you said, shaking his hand back. Alastor's smile got wider. "Ah! What a charming name!" His hand let go of yours, before he stood up to his regular height. Thanking him for the compliment, you moved to push the door back: "Would you like to come in?" you asked, moving your hand towards the door, motioning him to enter. Alastor smiled, showing more of his sharp teeth. "Why thank you my dear!" He entered inside the hotel, while you moved away from the door to close it. There was the sound of metal being drawn, causing you to jump. Vaggie had appeared in front of Alastor, holding a sharp spear. ""STOP RIGHT THERE! Cabrón hijo de perra! I know your game. And I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here! You pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!" Vaggie was glaring at the man, furiously as she held the spear against his chest. Stepping between the both of them, you raised your hand. "WOAH WOAH! Vaggie! What are you doing?!" The action you did was enough for Vaggie to drop the spear down, but she was still gazing at the both of you in anger "I'm defending this hotel! That's the radio demon, the most powerful being in all of Hell!"

***Alastor POV***

Alastor was left a bit in shock at what you just did. He had just met you and here you were, stepping in to stop the other demon. "Quite bizzare!" He thought. He had heard the other demon, Vaggie, tell you that he was the radio demon, most feared in hell. He observed you listening to Vaggie, letting you know who he really was. Excitement filled him, waiting for those eyes of yours to become struck with fear. Surprisingly, when you turned around to look him up and down, he saw no fear once again. Why? "He doesn't seem so bad." he heard you say as you smiled at him, before looking back at Vaggie. "Oh ho! I think I'm going to like this one!" The sharpness in his smile got bigger, as he walked a bit closer to the both of you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a closed eye smile, as he pushed you gently back, before turning back towards Vaggie. ""Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here, ̵̹̇͜I̸̻͆ ̶̰̏̍w̵̝̟͒́o̴̤̾ū̶̗͘͜l̶͚͂͝d̶̼͎̉͐ ̷̝̘͗̉h̸̫͌͊á̶͖͉v̶̺͚̋̇e̶̮̽ ̴̼̞͌d̸͙͚͋ǒ̸̤͎͑ň̴̠̟̕e̵̢̛̓ ̸̞͗͜͝s̶̺̹̾ǫ̷͋̚ ̴̼͋͋a̶̜̻̒̒l̸͓̙̃̉r̶̞͛ě̸̖̟̈́a̵̗͊d̷̦̔y̵̙͙̽͒.̵̹͝"

Vaggie’s eyes were glazed over with shock from Al's display of power. However, you were gazing at Al with slight fascination. A bit shocked, yes, but not scared. He apparently wanted to help out with the hotel, shocking both Charlie and Vaggie. Despite seeing it as wacky nonsense, he wanted to volunteer his services to Charlie while also getting some entertainment out of it. Husk and Niffty were added into the mix after that.

**Few Months Later**

It had been a while since that whole ordeal. It was still difficult to find new patrons for the hotel, but it was coming along. The snake guy you saw on 666 news, Sir pentious, had joined in the program as well. He was like an evil mad scientist/inventor, except evil didn't quite fit the bill for him. He was a softie and a gentleman, and you were glad he decided to give the hotel a try. The relationships you had with everyone grew the more you stayed with them. The relationship you had with Alastor was the most surprising to everyone. The two of you were like two peas in a pod. His mannerisms and dad jokes always brightened your day. The kindness in your soul as well as the genuine concern for his well being warmed his cold heart. Alastor was still baffled with how you were with him. It was an unusual feeling, to have a person who knew who he was and what he did in Hell and his past, and still treat him normally. There were moments where he imagined you were hiding your true feelings underneath the kind gestures and smiles you gave him, and he hoped that was the case, but at the same time he didn't want it to be.

Inside his radio tower, he was giving one of his signature broadcasts. The only difference in is that you were in the room. There was a small corner where you were sitting. Your irises scanned the book in front of you while your ears listened to Alastor's voice. Al was told time and time again that his voice was one of a kind by you, which left him slightly bashful. It led to you eventually hanging around his workspace, just to listen to him, but also to spend more time together. Taking a slight break, his blood red eyes beamed over towards you, observing you. There were still nagging thoughts in the back of his mind, and it was driving him to the point of insanity, if they were not answered.

"My dear, may I ask you a small question?" He turned his body around, chair spinning to face you. Looking up from your book, you smiled and set it down. Getting up, you walked closer to him: "Yes Al? What is it?" Snapping his fingers, the chair that you were sitting on before levitated to where you stand, motioning you to sit back down. As you did so, your eyes continued to look at Al. His smile never left his face, but his eyes held an emotion you couldn't decipher. Confusion? Melancholy? "This had been meddling in my mind for quite some time. I have been around for a millennium in hell and the fearful gazes were always common to see. However! Your eyes never shown an ounce of fear during our time together." After his dialogue, he waited to hear what you had to say. A bit shocked at Al's question, you looked at him, wondering what brought this up. Hesitantly, you asked for his hand. Raising his eyebrow, he pondered why, yet he still extended his hand out, like he was giving a handshake.

Laughing at his antics, you grabbed his hand, holding it upright in front of both of you. Webbing your fingers together, you filled the gaps between them, causing Al to tense a bit. "I'm sure since you are the radio demon, you were prone to being run from and feared. But, there is more to you then just the radio demon, feared overlord in Hell. Something about you intrigued me the first day you arrived. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I wanted to know more about you. The more I got to spend time with you, is when I started to learn more about you, the real you. You're gentleman, bit wacky yet polite. You tell funny dad jokes to everyone. You're handsome as hell. You are an amazing cook. You speak French. Your singing is incredible plus your dancing. The static nature of your voice is soothing. The confidence you carry towards your foes is admirable. The power you yield is dark, but has its beauty too. You have a kind heart, despite hiding it from others. That's the Al I have gotten to know and care for, and despite your past and misdeeds. I will never grow to fear you ever."

Stunned was the correct way to put what state he was left in after your small speech. The whole time he was listening to you, the faster his heart raced. All those words that came flowing out of your mouth was giving him goosebumps and an odd sensation in his stomach. His other hand went to cover his face before moving down to cover his mouth, failing to conceal his rosy cheeks. "I-I see." Words were hard for him at the moment. “Haha. This is the first time I have ever seen you speechless.” Leaning closer towards him, you admired him up close. His microphone played a laugh track after you said that, causing Al to become more flustered, darting his eyes away.

Getting up from your seat, you were still holding his hand. “Al, look at me.” A hand was placed against his cheek. Gazing back over to you, Alastor removed his hand that was covering his mouth. The signature smile was gone, and on his face was a very small grin. Moving slowly, your lips had made their way to his forehead, giving it a peck. Radio screech! You were going to be the end of him. Heaving a deep sigh, his hand laid upon yours that was attached to his cheek. His eyes looking back at you were tender. “Thank you, my dear.”

-END-

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[lilfriezatyrant]

okay finally. I am done jalkfdj

Okay, so this is a screencap redraw that @lilfriezatyrant offered to draw :3

[my-mind-mansion]

Alastor sleep aid/cuddles

My FIRST post!!

As you tossed and turned restlessly in your bed, you lost track of how long you’ve attempted to fall asleep. You rolled over to check the time. 4 am. Your mind was racing and your eyes were wide open. That embarrassing thing you did 5 years ago. That comeback you should’ve used in that argument. That thing your mother said when you were 12 that stuck with you forever. You groaned in frustration and sat up. What was the point of even trying to sleep now? I guess I can pull another all nighter.

As you attempted to get out of bed, you suddenly felt a familiar presence. “Alastor?” You asked aloud. You knew he was there; probably hiding in your closet or a dark corner. “Come out.” You chuckled. He clicked your lamp on so you could see him smiling at you. “Why are you still awake, my dear?” He asked softly.

You sighed and fell back onto your bed. “I couldn’t sleep.. AGAIN.” You expressed your frustration. He gave a little laugh before sitting down on the bed next to you. “Well, I bet I could help you fall asleep.” He said boldly, his usual confidence apparent. You laughed at him. “Appreciate the offer, but I don’t think so.” You said as you rolled over, facing the wall.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” As he reached for the radio on your nightstand, you rolled your eyes. He turned it down to the quietest it could go while still being heard. “I always find that my radio helps me fall asleep.” He said as the static of the old song played in the background. “Well I’m not you, and I won’t be able to sleep.” You scoffed as you rolled back over to face him. “We’ll just see about that.” His smile grew as he slid off his shoes.

You observed him quietly. What was he doing? He carefully placed his monocle on your nightstand. You’d never seen him without his old-timey accessory. Your eyes widened as he laid down next to you in bed. Is he gonna sleep in my room tonight??

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You gasped. He’s being an asshole. He’s gotta be… but you didn’t care. You needed the comfort, and Alastor’s presence was most-definitely comforting if you were on his good side.

Your eyelids already started becoming heavy as he pulled the blanket over the both of you. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest. “Already getting comfortable I see.” He remarks, probably wearing a shit-eating grin. You didn’t care. You didn’t care that he was only doing this to prove you wrong. You were exhausted.

You melted in his arms. A man with his charisma was enough to break down all your walls. Deeeep breath. Peaceful sigh. Why were you having trouble sleeping again? You couldn’t remember. You rubbed your two feet together as your body became heavy. He was warm and his arms were wrapped around you like a python. The Radio Demon’s embrace was heavenly, as ironic as it sounded. It was the truth.

Since he considered you a friend, he made sure you felt safe and protected with him. He held you like you were something precious, like you were as fragile as a porcelain doll. He held you like you were important to him.

“Do you like having your hair played with?” He asked softly. “Mhm..” you cooed. He ran his clawed fingers through your hair and gently scratched your scalp. Heavenly. He hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio. You could feel the gentle vibration of his voice as your head was still resting on his chest.

The feeling of someone holding you was comforting, especially since Alastor has never acted like this with you before. You had to admit that your eyelids were getting too heavy to keep open. You sighed in annoyance. “You were right.” You admitted, half-lidded. “Oh? Was I now?” You could feel his ego spike as he spoke. You buried your face in his chest and groaned in irritation. He laughed. “Hey, don’t be like that. I’ll still make sure you rest well tonight.” He said softly as he rubbed your back.

You could feel your face getting hot. It was really nice receiving all of this attention, especially from him. You hugged him tighter and nuzzled your face into his bowtie. “Thank you.” You said before finally closing your eyes. You could still hear the radio. “Goodnight, sweetheart!” He clicked the lamp off. All was cozy and dark. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was Alastor’s warm humming.

[kazbrekkeratemyson]

I love how all the illustrations have Bertie wearing a lil monocle. But I just know this man is losing those things left and right like they're the airpods of back in the day. He goes to the theatre and comes back without it. There's a lost and found box at the drones containing nothing but Bertie's monocles. Jeeves buys the things in bulk.

[mellowwillowy]

Every Wednesday at 10 AM sharp, a handsome old man visits you for his weekly book.

Content: Subtle yandere, eldritch horror bs

Despite his wrinkled features, he seems ethereally handsome. You know he is not one friendly man because you've seen his wrath at his family or pests firsthand, but he has never even once treated you as though in a rude manner.

This ritual went on until he decided to start a conversation with you one day.

"Isn't it boring to work as a librarian in this vast library alone?"

And Mother, did you know he has a very rich voice. You were always flustered whenever he spoke and he found it amusing.

"It can't be helped. If not me, then who will take this role?"

Instead of leaving with his book as usual, he decided to stay for a moment. His eyes studied each detail of your appearance meticulously. The two of you were wearing spectacles, except that his was a monocle.

The man only nodded in response and left your counter as usual.

-

Yoggy. A silly name for a man like him but he had grown too used to it to even fuss about it. Unlike you who were just a lesser being, a vessel to your Mother, he was a god with immense power. You'd always think of him as a scholar instead of a glob of featureless tentacles, opting to not scare yourself to meet his almost golden-like eyes.

Wednesday, 10 AM sharp, he waited patiently for you to hand him another book for him to peruse. This time it was a book from the 14th century.

He examined the leather cover and carved the title on it, hand feeling the texture of the old book.

"Have you perhaps ever read that, sir? Should I get another one?"

Yoggy stayed silent for a moment, skimming through the book before shutting it tight with one hand.

"I suppose reading this again wouldn't hurt."

You shivered at his voice. Had you been anyone but not the librarian from this Capital of Life (library), those words would have been delivered more as a warning, a threat, or maybe even the last words you'll be hearing.

As though he noticed your concern, he cleared his throat uncharacteristically.

"I mean that. Cease your worry, librarian."

Perhaps it was because he considered the time you two had cultivated this relationship? It had almost been centuries.

You looked up through the rim of your glasses and looked through his eyes. He really meant it.

Unlike that one time, you accidentally wandered into his territory and saw him shredding someone like a paper for displeasing him, he really had no intention of doing that to you.

Yoggy left with a click of his cane, leaving you all alone on your counter before you dropped to your knees, breathing out the breath you had been holding in. Suddenly, a familiar bright man surprised you as he leaned through the counter, "You thought you almost lost your life again, didn't you~?"

You threw a book lying on the floor at his face out of reflex. Fortunately, he had a quick reflex and caught it with his left hand.

"I think he fancies ya'" He returned the book for you and you accepted it graciously.

"I don't think you should speak of him like that..."

"Why? Because he might behead me for it?"

You nodded and he burst out laughing.

"No no, but I'm serious, dead serious. Don't you think he finally felt lonely again?"

"I'm pretty sure his sons sometimes visit him..."

The man you were speaking to was one of the few friendly gods, alas he was the most likable one due to his friendliness but you chose not to indulge in a friendship with him lest you fell into one of his trickeries.

Nyarla shook his head and waved his hand dramatically, "Oh non non non! Lonely does not only mean 'lonely', but it can also mean 'lonely'."

As though he could read through your puzzled face, he inched closer into your face, mouth close to your ear, and whispered, "I bet he's horny right n-"

Suddenly Nyarla's head was hit by a cane you were familiar with. He immediately regained his composure, jumped into the counter, and hid behind you.

Yoggy came back with a book he didn't lend and a cane pointed toward Nyarla's forehead. His gazes weren't necessarily deadly but still threatening to Nyarla. You stood in front of Nyarla, shielding him from Yoggy's wrath before he got wrung like a dirty dishcloth again.

"Anything I can help you with, sir?" You looked at his face and then at the teal-colored book.

Yoggy glared at Nyarla who was hiding behind you before giving up the idea of wringing him. He handed you the book and you examined it. The leather-covered book had no title carved on it and it was notably old parchment papers. There was not a single content in the book as you skimmed through the pages. You looked at him questioningly.

"I figured I wanted to try something new this time. Librarian, do you know how to write?"

He wanted you to write him a story. Was it some sort of penalty for handing him a book he had once read?

"It's no punishment. I just wish to read a story from the librarian I frequent."

Nyarla whistled and suddenly groaned in pain. You immediately looked behind you and saw him folded in double, clutching his stomach.

"D-do I need to call the nurse, Nyarla?" You placed the book onto the counter first before tending him, trying to pry his hands off his stomach, and saw a black glob of eyes, presumably, Yoggy's doing.

"Nah, just gonna... yank this off." Nyarla pulled the glob from his abdomen, you noticed his organs splattered on the floor before dissipating into nothing. The bloody, open wound that was originally there also healed almost instantly. You shivered from the memory of Yoggy shredding that poor soul again.

Yoggy cleared his throat and your attention returned to him.

"Can you do it?"

Unwilling to be the next subject of his wrath, you nodded frantically and pushed Nyarla's early remark far behind your head. A coward as usual.

-

For the next whole week, Nyarla frequented your counter when he had the time, watching you writing and throwing countless drafts, your counter filled with crumpled paper. Your hands were dirtied by ink and your eye bags showed your lack of sleep.

Nyarla didn't stop teasing you, often reminding you about how 'lonely' Yoggy was and how he was just trying to woo you with this nonsense. You remained diligent with your work to provide Yoggy entertainment lest you became a gruesome lump of meat to sate his boredom.

Today too, Nyarla sat in front of your counter, pouting at the lack of attention you gave him while mindlessly playing with your hair. It was Wednesday at 9 AM, an hour away before Yoggy would visit you for his weekly read and perhaps your story.

Nyarla's golden eyes never left you and you could feel it bore into your pores uncomfortably.

But you paid no mind to it and tried to finish the book, rushing to meet your deadline.

You couldn't hear Yoggy's footsteps mainly because he wasn't walking but Nyarla could sense his presence.

Nyarla inched closer to you, his eyes mesmerized by your eye bags. His lip twitched into a playful grin before he playfully whispered into your ear, "I think I like it more when you are tired."

You didn't understand what he was trying to say. Did he mean he likes you more when you are stressed? If so, you weren't surprised until he nibbled on your ear playfully.

For the first time after centuries, an uncharacteristically high-pitched distress noise slipped out of your mouth. A thud was heard and it was Yoggy's cane falling. Nyarla didn't have to look back to know what it was and opted to clasp his hands onto your face, peppering your face in feather smooches until he was yanked away by angered Yoggy.

Like a mother cat picking its kitten with its mouth except that Nyarla's neck was strangled by his bare hand.

You saw a glimpse of his limbs, limbs filled with eyes staring into the distant and Nyarla, curling around his arms and legs, pulling him even further from you before slamming it into the bookshelves behind him.

If you could scream, you would have screamed but you decided to not bring any attention to yourself. You really didn't want to anger the god further. Nyarla could survive by installing his limbs back like an android but you couldn't. You decided to put all the pity on you and not Nyarla, opting to finish your proofreading ASAP while Yoggy swung Nyarla around like he was a cowboy.

This went on until it was 10 AM and Yoggy lined in front of your counter, his presence demanding another book as usual. You could tell how pale your face was without even having to look into his monocle's reflection.

"Have you finished writing your tale?"

"Y-yes." You mentally scolded yourself for the croaked voice. "Yes, I have sir."

You handed him the teal-covered book and just before you could leave to bring him his weekly read, he held you still by your hand, awfully gentle with how he tried not to scare you after the bloody display he had to show you.

"I will only be reading your writing for this week... so there's no need for another book."

Instead of comforting you, it only dreaded you further. And he could tell by how your pupils were shaking.

Nyarla who had just finally finished putting his limbs back together slinked his arm around his nephew while grinning at you, "Yoggy wants to enjoy your writing to the fullest. Even if it's crap, I'm sure he'll still enjoy it."

"I will, (Name)."

His hand went to reach your ear Nyarla nibbled on earlier and wiped it clean for you before he wiped it on Nyarla's face forcefully again. Just as Yoggy was about to leave, he made sure to drag Nyarla out from the capital.

You could hear Nyarla playfully tease him until they were finally out of earshot. You dropped to your knees and let out the breath you'd been holding on after Yoggy touched your ear, his face dangerously close to you.

You were used to Nyarla's stunt but never Yoggy's. You could feel his breath fanning against your skin and how his eyes looked almost like the golden sun. Your heart drummed against your ribcage, screaming to be ripped out.

Oh never mind, you've never had any heart to begin with and it was just the illusion of your heartbeat spiking up. It reminded you of the time when high schoolers would feel when they were near their crush.

Crush. Feelings? Do you perhaps feel that way for Yoggy or was it just unfamiliarity to his sudden action?

--

"Stop getting under my skin." Yoggy spat through gritted teeth.

"Why? Don't tell me you really fancy that librarian? Oooo, tough time for--"

Just before Nyarla could finish his line, Yoggy swung his cane and Nyarla managed to dodge it this time.

"If you won't quit it, your devotees will be shredded into my devotees' dinner."

A threat. And perhaps a warning. As much as Nyarla liked to push his buttons, he'd rather not risk weakening himself for something silly like this. Nyarla dissipated into nothing and left Yoggy alone with the teal-covered book.

He felt the carved title with his thumb and bit back a smile.

He wasn't sure how he thought of you but he wouldn't deny how pleasant your company was to him. He didn't have to specify what it was yet but he'd like to know what it was soon. For now, he was pleased to be able to see you once a week and perhaps twice a week soon.

He wished you'd require his assistance one day. To have you indebted to him would make it easier for him to grow more inside your mind. He'd rather not use deceit on you. You were a pleasant thing, not a pest or a sacrificial lamb.

Yoggy didn't realize he was walking into someone else until he heard a groan, too immersed in his imaginative world.

Yoggy didn't realize he was smiling until his son pointed it out.

And he refused to realize that he had slaughtered the few people who tried to court you.

... he'd like to understand what he was feeling as soon as possible.

[toppamplemousse]

fairytalestappen part 2: cinderella

or should i say……cinderMAX ‼️🤭

- starring Max as Cinderella (yay Max gets to be the princess!!!! and he looks like such a beautiful princess with his beautiful blue eyes in this photo!!!!!!) and Charles as Prince Charming (prince of ferrari fr)

- As kids, Charles and Max both do karting. They have a rivalry but also a respect for each other. However, Charles is the prince so he has to quit to focus on ruling the kingdom. Max is sad.

- Shortly after, Max’s dad remarries and he has an evil stepfather Helmut Marko (yes Jos is gay), who’s two daughters Christiana and Adrianna are the nasty stepsisters (we went back and forth on whether it should be Christian and Adrian as stepbrothers but we decided stepsisters was funnier lmao) Max’s dad dies and Helmut Marko makes max quit karting so he can become their full time servant. They call him Cindermax HAHAHAHAH

- Time passes. Charles, the crown prince, is facing pressure from his advisor Bryan (picture him as the duke with the monocle, you know he’s eating that shit uppp) to get married. They decide to hold a ball on the evening after the well-known charity karting race that the kingdom holds every year. Every eligible man and woman is invited to the race and ball. (side note that in my head this all occurs in the kingdom of the animated Cinderella but ostensibly it could occur in Monaco and the charity race is like a precursor to the grand prix etc. anyways. there’s so many other things to focus on that this isn’t really important)

- Max really wants to go to the race (he doesn’t really care about the ball, he just wants to go karting again bc he loves it so much). His mouse friends Lando and Oscar find an old blue racing suit (with the German flag and the name Vettel on it, how odd) for max to wear to the race (believe me it hurts so much to have a mouse character and it’s not my little mouse Charles but he has to be the prince here so alas)

- Helmut and Christiana and Adrianna find out that max is planning to go to the race and they make fun of him and his driving ability and then rip up his beloved race suit and give him so many chores that he’ll never finish in time. cue despondent max crying in the courtyard, when all of a sudden, in a flurry of sparkles, who should appear but Max’s fairy godmother, Gianpiero Lambiase

- GP makes him a new blue race suit and he also gives Max a helmet with Max’s favorite animal, a bull on it, plus a pair of blue racing gloves and gold racing boots. He transforms Lando and Oscar, plus a couple other animals (Checo, Liam, Yuki, Franco) into Max’s pit crew/mechanics for the race. He takes a pumpkin and makes it into a go kart for Max

- Max makes it to the charity race. He starts on the back row but battles his way to the front and from then on it’s him and Charles racing each other, exchanging the lead, racing on the limit and almost pushing each other off at every corner. It’s exhilarating racing someone like that again…..so similar to how it was in karting…..interesting

- Max and Charles talk as they wait for the fake podium, they are both immediately enamored. Charles takes off his helmet (and Max recognizes him from karting) but Max doesn’t take off his, because he’s worried that Charles will recognize him and pity him or something like that. This of course means that Charles takes special notice of this man’s helmet Which Will Be Important Later. Charles asks max if he’ll be at the ball later. Max wasn’t originally planning to go, he just wanted to race, but he says yes because he’s so charmed by charles (join the club Max)

- GP helps Max change into a nice outfit for the ball, and it’s a masquerade ball so Max is wearing a mask. He is of course wearing blue. Is he wearing a dress? I’ll leave that up to the readers imagination. Max gets to the ball and he sees Charles dancing with Christiana/Adrianna. He’s jealous and mad so he leaves the ballroom to get some air and sulk. Charles finds him and they talk and flirt. Charles doesn’t realize that Max is the same person that he raced earlier, so he talks about how exciting it was and how much he wants to find that person and be able to talk about racing with them. Maybe he also mentions how the last time he felt that excited while racing was when he was karting with this old rival of his who always pushed him to be a better driver.

- Charles asks Max to dance outside in the garden, away from the crowds, bc he can tell the crowd makes Max nervous. it’s very romantic. not nearly as romantic as Checo singing Beauty and the Beast but alas, what is? anyways it’s all very charged and there’s lots of staring into each others eyes and leaning into each other and also they fit so perfectly together as they dance it’s like they’ve known each other their whole lives Okay Moving On.

- They kiss, but then the clock strikes twelve and max runs away. his blue racing glove falls from his pocket, and Charles realizes that he’s the same person as the man he raced against that afternoon as Max is running away. Charles chases after him but Max escapes in his carriage (which used to be his go kart which used to be a pumpkin. many layers to this).

- Max gets home and the next morning, Helmut figures out that he was at the race and later dancing with Charles because he finds Max’s gold racing boots and realizes they are the same ones the driver was wearing. Helmut also puts together that Max was at the ball and he’s furious, so he locks Max away in the garage of the house. Because he’s in the garage, Max starts tinkering with a karting engine that he’s been rebuilding as a side project.

- Charles comes to their house, looking for the man he raced against, who he now knows is the man he danced with and kissed. He tries on the racing glove but it doesn’t fit Christiana or Adrianna. Suddenly there’s a crash coming from the garage and Charles realizes that there’s someone else in the house that Helmut doesn’t want him to meet

- They all rush to the garage and find Max there (he dropped a wrench or something idk how engines work). Charles pulls out the racing glove to see if it fits Max but suddenly Helmut snatches it and tosses it in the fire! Oh No!

- But then something catches Charles’ eye on a shelf in the garage. It’s Max’s helmet from the charity race the day before, the blue helmet with the bull on it. And right next to it is another, smaller helmet that Charles would recognize anywhere. It’s Max’s helmet from when they raced against each other in karting. It’s at this point that Charles realizes that this is the man he kissed last night, raced against in the charity race, AND who was his childhood rival before he had to leave karting.

- Charles takes down the helmet and puts it on Max’s head, it fits! Charles kisses the visor, very romantic and beautiful etc etc etc. He proposes to max on the spot. Max says yes. eat rocks Helmut Marko.

- And they all live happily ever after including mice landoscar who are also in love. Fairy godmother GP comes back to make max his wedding outfit and this time he DOES wear a dress i’m certain of it.

- And Helmut and Christina and Adrianna die penniless and their cat becomes feral and has to be put down (sorry to adrian newey he kinda got caught up in all this but i don’t really have beef with him. christian horner i do have beef with he deserves all of this and much worse)

next up: snow white!!!!!

[pholla-jm]

The One That Got Away

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February 1995 

Becoming friends with Five was the best choice I made. Turns out that Five had siblings, so that means more friends. 

The only thing that sucks is that they don’t go to the same school as I do. The first couple of months were boring and I couldn’t pay much attention in school. 

So I ditched school. They didn’t go to public school, they were homeschooled. So I just waited on the rooftop, watching people walk by and their interactions. It was nice. Nice to slow down and just take everything in. 

But sometimes it did get boring. So, they brought me things to keep me entertained. Books, games, a blanket to keep me warm, snacks… which I finished already. My stomach was growling which I was getting used to at this point, but I sure did feel drained and tired. 

It was like Five read my mind because I soon heard the familiar ‘swoosh’ and a flash of blue. I turned to the sound, a smile immediately lighting up on my face. The smell of fresh baked cookies in one hand and a couple of sandwiches in the other hand. 

“Five.” I greet him. 

“I know that you’re hungry.” He says while sitting down next to me. 

He hands me the plate of cookies and my mouth immediately waters at the thought of eating the fresh made cookies. I grab the warm cookie and stuff it in my mouth.

“Your mom makes the best cookies.” I say, a mouthful full of cookies. 

“How lady-like.” Five mutters to himself while rolling his eyes. “Wat?” I say. “Ugh, nevermind.” 

I laugh at him before going back to the cookies. 

Suddenly, the door swings open and multiple footsteps come running towards us. 

“Not fair! You can’t use your powers to get to her first!” Klaus says with a pout on his face. 

“Not my fault you’re slow.” Five responded. 

“Ooh, cookies. Mom’s cookies are so good.” Diego states reaching over and grabbing a cookie. 

I pout slightly at the missing cookie. One less cookie for me. 

“I made this too.” Five says handing me a sandwich. 

“Ooh, Five made you his favorite snack.” Allison says with a smirk on her face. “Peanut butter and marshmallow.” Vanya states. 

“Awweee someone has a crush.” Klaus sings songs. 

“Shut up!” Five says while I take a bite from the sandwich, “ I do not!” My eyes widen at the fluffy texture and soft flavor. “Oh my gosh, this is so good.” I groan at how good it is, “you should make more for me.” 

Five looks away from me while grumbling incoherent words. 

The other boys continue to tease Five while the girls sit next to the other side of me.

“You know,” Allison bumps into my shoulder, “Five never makes any of us snacks.” 

I look at her confused, not really sure what she means by this. “He should, it’s really good.” 

Vanya laughs, “yeah.” 

I finish the snacks that were given to me, and look at the sun setting.

I hum, placing down the plate and standing up. “I should get going, see you tomorrow?” 

They all nod, some of them getting up to give me a hug. 

“Bye Five! Thanks for the snacks!” I wave at him and he turns his head, muttering something I once again couldn’t understand. 

His brothers start snickering. 

I turn around, leaving the Hargreeves place, and flash back home. 

“Oh, crud.” I mutter patting out a flame on the sleeve. I groan looking at the black soot now staining my clothes. “I got to be more careful.” I mutter while shaking my head. Knowing that my mom was going to fuss at me. 

A black car in the driveway catches my attention, as I have never seen it before. 

Maybe it’s one of mom’s friends. 

Walking up to the front door, I swing it open to immediately see mom sitting in the living room with a man standing in the middle of the room. 

He was tall, wearing all black with a monocle.. He was an older man, with white hair covering the top of his head, and one of those swirly mustaches and beard. A black briefcase laid by his polished shoes. 

I smile as I enter the room, greeting the both of them. Something that my mother told me to always do since it is considered rude not to. 

“Good evening, young lady.” The man says and mom just sighs. 

“Did you think I would not notice?” Mom says to me. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you were skipping school?” 

My stomach drops at her words, wondering how long she has known. 

My lips form into a pout, “I’m sorry Mother.” 

My mom just waves her hand, “whatever, it’s not my problem anymore.” She mutters, but I was still able to hear her. 

I wonder what she means by that. 

I tilt my head at her words. “This is Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Think of it as a sleepover at his estate. The one where you’ve been sneaking off to.” 

I didn’t know how to feel at this moment. I felt excited to see my friends again, but at the same time a guilty feeling seeped into my bones. I knew what I was doing was wrong… but for some reason, mom wasn’t as upset as I thought she was going to be. 

“Oh okay… for how long?” 

“Just pack as much as you can.” Hargreeves says. I nod my head and go to my room to start packing. 

I could hear mom and Hargreeves speaking but I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying. 

I grab most of my clothes that I think I’m going to need. I didn’t really have much since most of them keep burning nowadays. I’m about to leave my room, but I suddenly stop, running back in to grab the teddy bear off my bed. 

A content smile is on my face as I leave my room. 

Hargreeves was standing by the front door now. His hands crossed in front of him. I noticed that he wasn’t carrying the black briefcase from earlier. I looked over to my mom, seeing that it was right next to her. 

“Bye mom… I love you.” I say while waving my hand. 

She freezes, her lips forming into a pout. 

Her fingers start fidgeting with the fabric of the couch. “Yeah… love you too.” 

I turn back to Hargreeves, “okay. I’m ready.” I told him. 

The both of us walk through the door, leaving the place that I call home behind. 

If only I knew what I was getting myself into when I walked out that door with Reginald Hargreeves. 

“This will be your room.” Pogo says while opening the door for me. 

I look straight at him, a talking chimpanzee, standing right infront of me. 

I was already amazed because I have never seen a chimpanzee before. But to see a talking one almost blew my mind away. 

“Thank you,” I whispered as I walked into the small room. It was a lot nicer than the one back home. 

Well, is it my home? 

Pogo, earlier had explained to me that this will be my new home. That Reginald Hargreeves has adopted me. Whatever that means. 

The walls were a plain beige and the bed was pushed into the corner. The bedsheets were (f/c) with white pillows. The dressers were also white, pushed against the wall next to a window. 

I walk to the dresser, placing my bag next to it and I look out the window. The view was facing the front of the building. I could see the sidewalk, the same one I used to walk on. The same one where I would stop and look at this building. Who would've thought that I would be looking out the very same window. 

“Dinner will be served shortly.” Pogo says, breaking me out of my trance. 

I turn my head to face him, giving him a polite smile, “thank you.” “Of course.” He nods his head before closing the door, leaving me to my own accord. 

I take one last glance out the window before opening the drawers to put my clothes in. 

I grab my teddy bear, putting it right in front of my pillow. Like it was resting there. Another door catches my eye. I walk towards it, wondering what it leads to. 

 Walking to the dark door, I place my hand on the cool doorknob, opening it to only see a uniform. I tilt my head, noticing that it was similar to the uniforms that my friends wear. 

There was a long skirt, navy blue and red plaid. A long sleeved white shirt, a similar pattern sweater vest with a black tie. 

“Ooh,” I marvel in the shiny black shoes. 

“It’s not all that great.” 

I let out a scream hearing the sudden voice in my room. 

I spin around to see Five sitting on my bed with a smug look on his face. I take a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my heart rate down. 

“Ever heard of knocking?” 

“I did. You just didn’t hear me.” 

I scoff, closing the closet door. 

“Didn’t know you scared easily.” I could hear the teasing tone in his voice. And even though I’ve known him for a year, I can tell that this was not going to be a good thing. 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

He holds his hands up in the air, like he was surrendering. “I wasn’t thinking of anything.” “Yeah, sure.” I say, totally convinced. Note the sarcasm. 

“I came to tell you that dinner is ready.” 

My eyes widened at his words, stomach grumbling right on time. “Why didn’t you say that first?!” He shrugs, “just slipped my mind.” “Liar.” I glare at him, walking towards the door to exit the room. 

The both of us are now walking down the hallways, towards the ‘dining room’. 

He grins at me, “You’re calling me a liar?” “Well I’m not calling you a truther.” “That’s not even a real word.” 

“Children, you’re late for dinner.” I hear the authoritative voice interrupt us. 

I look over to see Reginald Hargreeves frowning down at the both of us. Five mutters something before walking over to his seat and sitting down. 

“Sorry Mr. Hargreeves.” 

He hums before walking over to the dining table. 

My eyes gaze over the table, noticing that the plates were already placed and ready. I make my way over to the table, sitting in between Klaus and Vanya. Five was sitting right across from me, and I shot him a smile. 

“You know, you don’t have to call him Mr. Hargreeves.” Klaus whispers to me. I gave him a questioning look, “then what would I call him?” “You’re one of us now. So you can call him dad.” 

I laugh a little, “why would I do that? He’s not my dad.” 

Klaus snickers before sitting up straight again and eating his food. 

I look down at my plate, stomach grumbling a little. The food looked nicely prepared and I honestly never thought I would eat something that looked this nice. 

However, I was still a bit confused by Klaus’s words. What did he mean by ‘you’re one of us now.’? 

I shrug, pick up the fork and start eating the delicious food. I noticed that it was very quiet, the air almost tense. I bruised it off as everyone was probably enjoying their food. 

I finished the food, before everyone else, I noticed. I could still feel the hunger in my stomach though. Would it be rude to ask for seconds? 

“Are you still hungry, child?” 

I looked at Hargreeves, noticing that he was staring at me. Like he was curious about something, it felt unnerving, but I was still hungry. “Uh.. yes. I am.” 

Hargreeves nods his head, “interesting. Grace.” 

A woman walks into the room. She looks very well put together. Not a single hair out of place. Yet, she gave off a comforting vibe. 

“Get number Zero seconds please.” 

Shock and confusion filled my body hearing his words. Number Zero? Like how the siblings were named?

Another plate was placed in front of me, a full helping of every food group. “Thank you,” I whisper to Grace. “You’re welcome, dear.” She smiles warmly at me. 

I turned to Vanya, who’s barely eaten anything. “Why did he call me Zero?” I whisper to her. 

She looks at me a bit shocked. “You don’t know?” 

“I tried to tell her.” Klaus whispers, butting in.

I click my tongue, shooing him away. Klaus just laughs and goes back to eating. 

“Uh…” Vanya fidgets a bit, “you’re one of us. Meaning you’re going to be training… with them.” 

I noticed her choice of words, “what about you?” 

“Oh… I’m not special like you guys.” She seemed a bit sad and it made me sad as well. 

“I don’t believe that.” She cracks a smile, “you’re here, right?” “No. I don’t mean that. I mean you. You’re here. I believe you’re special too.” 

Her cheeks turn a slight pink and she looks away, muttering a “thanks”, before returning to her food. 

I sigh, wondering what the future has in store for me at the Hargreeves estate. 

February 2000

Standing in front of the mirror, I fix my clothes to fit me better. The material feels different than usual. 

Over the years, Hargreeves did multiple testing of my powers. He kept pushing and pushing how fast I could go. The main thing stopping me is that my clothes and shoes would always get ruined from how fast I would go. 

So Hargreeves somehow got material from NASA. Whatever he called it, is supposed to withstand air friction and extreme temperature. 

Whatever it is, I have ruined less clothes and shoes. So my uniform and some of the clothes I train in are made in that material. 

My room has gained more decorations over the years, “more girly” as Five calls it. I roll my eyes just at the thought of him calling my room girly. 

Speaking of the devil… the familiar flash of blue light enters my room and Five is standing in front of my door. 

“Still haven’t learned how to knock, huh?” I purse my lips at him. He lifts a fist, quickly knocking on the door. “Happy?” 

I stare flatly at him, “yeah, sure.” Five grins at me, before looking me up and down. 

“New training clothes?” “Yup.” 

The clothes were skin tight, made out of the same material that keeps it intact. The tops were black long sleeves with a hood, and the pants were black as well. I grabbed matching black shoes that were meant for running as well. 

“What does dad have planned for you?” He asks. “Hargreeves says that I shouldn’t rely on my speed. So I’m sparring with Diego today.” 

“You know it pisses him off when you call him Hargreeves.” 

“And you know that I don’t give a shit about that old man.” 

Five laughs caused me to glare at him. “What’s funny?” 

“I remember when you first came here, you were the ‘oh so sweet darling child’. Manners and everything. Now look at you.” I roll my eyes, “that was before I realized what kind of person he is.” 

Five just smirks at me. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” 

“I can’t visit my best friend?”

I eye him, knowing that he has something up his sleeve. 

“I gotta go. I don’t want to keep Diego waiting.” 

I walk past Five, not giving him a chance to say something smart. 

However, that doesn’t stop him from following me. 

“I want to watch Diego beat your ass.” 

I gasp at his words, “oh how little faith you have in me.” “Oh yes. I have faith that Diego, the one who excels in hand to hand combat, is going to lose to you.” 

“Wel, when you put it that way…. Psh! Still! Have a little faith.” I swat his shoulder. Five chuckles, “good luck, (y/n).” 

The both of us step into the training room. Five immediately went to stand by one of the pillars. I noticed that he wasn’t the only one watching Diego and I train. The rest of the siblings were here to watch as well. 

I mentally roll my eyes, I’m glad this will be entertaining for them. Diego stood in the middle of the room, fidgeting with his weapons. His weapons only consist of blades of course. 

I was a bit worried, since I’ve never seen him miss his target. 

Hargreeves finally walks into the room. “Children.” He greets and I just nod at him. 

Hargreeves starts to go on about how this will be a combat fight, how I once again should not only focus on my speed. But I only tune him out. If I have these powers, I should use them right? 

I see Diego get ready in a fighting stance, meaning that he was probably going to make the first move. 

“Good luck.” Diego says with a smug tone in his voice. My eyes narrow at him. “I won’t need it.” 

Diego throws the first blade at me and I easily dodge it. However, I didn’t notice the blade curve back around and nick my shoulder. I let out a sharp hiss at the stinging pain in my shoulder. 

I notice Five stand straighter and lean forward slightly from the corner of my eye. His eyes carefully watched me. I could feel the nervousness from the rest of the siblings. 

Diego smirks at me, getting cocky that he got the first hit. 

He throws another blade at me. This time I was ready. 

The blade slows down enough for me to see it. I grab the handle of the blade, stopping its trajectory at me. I quickly throw the blade back at him, missing him on purpose so it can lodge itself in the wall behind him. 

Diego’s eyes widen looking at the blade then at me. “No fair!” “No, I’m adapting.” I say, my turn to be cocky. 

Diego huffs, grabbing another blade at me. I repeat the same things, grabbing the handle of the blade, lodging them into the wall. Each time one was thrown at me, I would get closer to him. I was a bit proud of myself for not using my powers to just speed up to him. 

Now that I was standing in front of him, he pulled his arm back to swing a knife at me. As the blade swept towards me, I stepped in close to his body, so when I turned my right shoulder- it brushed against his chest. Using the edges of my opened hands, I struck his upper and lower arm causing the knife to clatter against the ground. 

With his other other hand, he throws a punch towards me, successfully hitting me in the shoulder, causing me to stumble back. He throws another punch, but I block him this time with the side of my arm. Since I couldn’t reach him with my arms, I decided to throw a kick at him. 

Right at his kneecap since he wasn’t really protecting himself. He gasps, stumbling a bit. I spun to the other side of him, throwing a kick to his ribs. 

Diego grunts, getting low on the ground, swiping my feet from underneath me. I land on the ground with a loud thump, successfully knocking the air out from me. 

Diego is straddling me now, knife in hand as he tries to aim the weapon at my throat. My hands fly up to his wrist, stopping him. Both of our arms shook at the tension from each other. 

I was struggling to hold him off. He was stronger than me, but I was determined to beat him. His blade was getting closer. 

“Don’t you think that’s enough?” I can hear Luther ask Hargreeves. “There is no mercy in the real world.” 

I was starting to get desperate and I did the only thing I could think of. I quickly brought my knee up, hitting him right where it doesn’t shine. 

Diego freezes up and groans at the pain that spreads through him. He falls to the side, legs immediately curling up. 

“You.. bitch..” He spits out. 

I grab the knife that had previously fallen out of his hand. I straddle him this time, Without wasting another second, I slam the blade down. 

It was dead quiet in the room, the only sounds that could be heard was Diego’s and I breathing. 

His eyes flicker over to the blade that was next to his face. So close that he could almost feel the cool silver grazing his skin. 

“Get off of me.” He suddenly spits out. 

“Sorry.” I mutter getting off him.

I stand, facing Hargreeves. Waiting to hear what he has to say this time. I barely used my powers, so there shouldn’t be much to say. 

“Nice job, Number Zero.” He says and something snaps inside of me. Five years of hearing him say Zero, knowing full damn well that he knows my name. 

My eyebrows twitched, a tell sign that I was about to snap. 

He turns around about to leave and the next words flow out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“It’s (y/n).” 

Hargreeves stops in his tracks and turns back to face me. His face stone hard as he stares at me. Almost like he was trying to stare into my soul. 

“I do not care what name your mother has given you. You are part of this academy, so you will be known as Zero.” “I’m not a part of your little academy.” 

His nostrils began to flare at my words. 

“You belonged to me as soon as your mother gave you up.” 

My eyebrows furrowed. “No, she loved me. She would never give me up willingly.”

Hargreeves lets out a boisterous laugh, “what a preposterous thought! I gave your mother a hefty amount of money and she easily gave you over to me.” 

I shook my head, not really believing him. 

“You really think your mother loved you? Think about it, child. She didn't care that you would run off late at night. She didn’t care that you were skipping school. As a matter of fact, she told me that she despised you. You were the reason for her partner leaving her.” 

His words were like a punch to my gut. Tears welled in my eyes and I couldn’t really control my emotions. 

I couldn’t stand being in the room anymore, with the prying eyes boring into me. Looks of shock and pity from the siblings. It was too much. 

“(y/n)!” Five’s voice was the last thing I heard before I flashed out of the room. 

I was now in the old park I would go to as a child. My breathing heavy as I started to realize things. Maybe Hargreeves was right. My own mother didn’t care for me. I never asked about my father. I only cared for my mother. Is it true, my own existence caused my father to leave? Why? 

Is that what was in the black briefcase? Money? Did she really give me up for money? 

Tears fell down my face like a steady stream. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the piercing pain in my heart. The wrenching twist in my gut. 

I had to run. It was the only way to escape the feeling of being trapped. I had to run. That was the only thing in my mind. Run, run, run. Just run. Run as fast as you can. 

The world blurred around me as I ran as fast as I could. Pushing myself faster as I ever have. 

I couldn’t even make out the world around me. My surroundings soon began to bend and look funny. Before I could stop myself, I’m suddenly somewhere else. Somewhere I have never seen. 

I gasp, looking around my surroundings. Everything was black, the ground was shiny and smooth. I tried to step forward, and my surroundings changed colors. I stop, not knowing what any of this meant. I try walking backwards, colors warping different colors. 

“Hello?” I called out, but the only thing that answered was my own echo. 

Fear started to creep into my chest. The realization that I was probably stuck. 

My breathing began to pick up again. 

“Wait, wait. I want out.” I mutter, turning around and trying to run out. However, it was like I was stuck in this place. 

Different colors warping around me and I reach my hand. Trying to grasp a hold of something, anything.

My fingers push through something and I gasp, my whole body falling forward. 

I land on the ground with a loud thud. My eyes squeeze shut at the sudden pain pushing through my arms. 

I groan, getting myself together. 

Opening my eyes, I see that my hands are clutching green grass. I let out a relieved laugh. “Oh, thank god.” I mutter, letting go of the grass. 

I happily laugh, sitting up and looking around to see where I am at. 

However, my happiness is cut short when I notice things do not look right. 

Cars that I have never seen before drove down the street. Old cars. 

The people were dressed weird too, and I definitely stuck out like a sore thumb. People were giving me strange looks as they passed me. 

I ignored them, standing up. Trying to find anything that would help me tell me where I’m at. 

I walk around a bit, stopping when I find a newspaper stand. Maybe this would tell me where I’m at. 

However, I stop short of seeing the date at the top. February 10, 1945. Dread fills my chest as I double check the date and look around. 

This has to be a joke right? I grabbed more newspapers, seeing that it all had the same date. 

The newspaper drops to the ground as I just stare ahead in shock. 

“What the hell..”

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[twistynightmare]

If you ever smell coffee in the dead of night, if you hear papers constantly flipping back and forth, frantic scribbles of pen against paper. Do not worry too much, that is just Espresso brewing his research.

He was never fond of sleep. Sure, it would feel nice every once awhile, but it held no use to him. It was in his very dough after all.

Espresso is a scientist/mage who was the one that created coffee magic itself. Graduating from the prestige School of Parfaedia....and yet he was on the brink of eviction due to not paying his debt on time and earning low income.

One day, he finished a project he had been working on for weeks, and was planning to present them to a group of scientists and an Elder. Hoping to convince him to fund his work, and allow him to enter the Institute....instead he accidentally saved the entire Crème Republic, got hired to work alongside a buffoon of a commander, and is forced to travel around the world to find these five great heroes that could be crumbled for all they know....great. JUST GREAT!

After all he went through, maybe just perhaps, he can take a small nap.

On most nights, his mind would be blank, his dreams would be forgettable, or that...nightmare will appear again. This time, however, he can perfectly understand what was going on in his surroundings. He can feel, see, touch, smell almost everything. And there is always this...stranger in his dreams. Always wearing the same outfit. A blonde man, wearing a gown that would glimmer with each step he took like the night sky, a large hat he would always re-adjust, and a classic monocle. He seemed...

familiar

[nerdazzler]

Royal Sword Academy Au

Welcome to the good guys team! Pt. 1-2

“Why is it so stuffy in here?”

It’s dark, and kinda cramped, but oddly…soft at the same time? You can’t see a thing…why can’t you see anything? You hear shuffling around you, then an unknown voice speaks from the darkness.

“Dang it!…people are coming…gotta get into uniform before they see me!”

You hear a small creaking noise from within the comfortably cramped darkness. “Aghhhh! The lid is too heavy!…maybe if I…” Sparkling flames erupt around you, making the cramped space a lot more warmer. “Out! Too hot!” You yell before shoving open some sort of lid, finding yourself on the cool floor of a nice, dimly lit area with fancy crystal lamps illuminating its pristine white walls. Crystals you would normally find adorned on a chandelier hang on the ceiling, almost as if they were imitating fairy lights. Boxes that look like white, steel coffins floating off the ground.

“Gahhh! Why are you awake!?l” A small, weird looking creature stands…well..floats before you, bewildered by your conscious form; like it was expecting you to be dead or asleep.

 “What the hell? A talking roach!?” You say,  pointing at the creature in front of you. “Wow, Rude! I’m not a roach, thank you!” it puts its hands on its hips, puffing out its cheeks. “I’m a fairy!”

You continue to point at the flying roach in front of you, while slowly backing away from it. “Why is it still talking?” The bee-like creature huffs in annoyance and crosses its arms. “Whatever!” The mosquito points at you. 

“Changing subject, I’m going to need you to hand those clothes you’re wearing over to me, please.” Squinting at your outfit 

“Although they are a bit big…oh well! That’s what magic is for.” You continue to gawk at the creature. 

“What?! No!” defensively attempting to cover yourself up, much to no avail.

“I’m not giving a yassified flying roach my clothes!” The roach’s face goes as red as a tomato. 

“OI! For the last time I am not a roach!” The flying roach starts flying at you. Letting out a small yelp of fear you turn and attempt to run away from the flying thing before running into something, or more maybe, someone. 

“Oh! What is going on here? You’re yelling and it’s disrupting the entrance ceremony, not to mention causing the students to worry.” You haven’t heard this voice before, this one is new. Backing away from the person you bumped into, you see it’s an elderly man with short white hair that’s covered by a pointy hat, a beard, with small circular monocle glasses framing his face, slightly covering his gray eyes. His clothes are well…something. He wears blue robes with a long white scarf tied in a knot with some sort of emblem on his shoulder, with light blue socks and blue shoes to match.

You point at the flying creature behind you. “That Thing is trying to attack me!” Said ‘thing’ points back at you “I am not!”. Looking back at the ‘thing’ you retort, “Yes you are!”. It argues, so you argue back. You two get so wrapped up in your back and forth banter that you forget about the third party in the room.

“You can understand them?” Abruptly stopping your debate with the roach you turn and face the third person with confusion written all over your face. “Yes? Can you not?”. The elderly man  shakes his head, “Apologies, I don’t have my fairy communicator on me at the moment.” 

You’re very confused right now, what’s a fairy communicator? The man looks as if he just recalled something important “Right! Silly me,” you snap your attention back to him. “You’re a new student, and the entrance ceremony is underway.” Entrance Ceremony?

He smiles brightly “Let's get you to the mirror room, yes?” Quickly ushering you into the other room, motioning for the flying ‘fairy’ to follow behind. Yeaaaa…you’re still confused. Looking up at the elderly man leading you somewhere “Hey! Who are you? And where am I?” He smiles again before responding “Well, I am Ambrose the 63rd. Headmaster of Royal Sword Academy, which is where you are now!”

This response causes you to raise a brow in confusion “Royal Sword Academy?” Ambrose nods in response. “One of the most prestigious magic schools in all of Twisted Wonderland! Talented young magicians chosen by the looking glass are welcome to attend this school.”

Okay…more stuff you don’t know. Which means more questions that need to be answered. “Uh…huh…” you reply as Ambrose continues his rant. “Those from around the world who have been chosen to attend RSA use a gate to make their way here. A pearlescent pumpkin carriage carrying the gate should have gone to greet you.” 

A memory of a pumpkin shaped carriage riding off comes to mind. How odd, the carriage reminds you of something you’ve seen in a Fairytale. What was it called again? 

“I think I remember that fairytale carriage…” you mumble out unconsciously. Causing the elderly man to chuckle at your response, “The pearlescent pumpkin carriage goes around greeting every new student chosen by the looking glass, they are special carriages used to carry the doors to the academy.”  Nodding in response, he continues. “The market decided long, long ago that carriages should be used to welcome people on special days, which I think is quite lovely!” 

The market decided on this? What kind of market??

“Heyyy! Are we there yet?!” Oh yea. You had a ‘Fairy’ Flying behind you. Ambrose momentarily looks at the fairy before looking back at you. “What?” You say, tilting your head slightly.“What did they say?” He asked in response. “I wanna know if we’re there yet!” The fairy yells directly in your ear, causing you to flinch in response. 

Momentarily glaring at the fairy for your ear strain. You look back at Ambrose to answer him, “He wants to know if we’re there yet.” That being wherever there is.

The old man chuckles “You’re absolutely right! We have no time to waste. The entrance ceremony is waiting for us!” This makes him start speed walking ahead of you so as to not waste any more time. For a man quite older than you, he’s surprisingly very fast.

“Wonder what this entrance ceremony is all about…” you mumble to yourself before speeding up behind Ambrose.

In a room full of people, everyone is whispering amongst themselves. About what? You might ask, no one may ever know. The room has the same interior as the place you woke up in, the only difference being a smaller number of steel coffins and a giant glass mirror standing in the middle of the room. The people in the room are wearing white and yellow cloaks; the hoods obscuring their identities.

A blonde haired boy speaks up from the crowd. “Soooo…is that everyone?,” he looks around the room “Are we done now?” clapping his hands together before standing in front of the crowd. “Alright new Wondreation students! We have rules here but we are not above nor below them, just have fun and all will be well!” He gives a warm yet playful smile to the crowd giving off a lighthearted vibe to himself.

A short man with animal ears stretches his arms out. “Thank the Great Seven this is finally over!” popping his back, “I was starting to get stiff.”  He looks at the crowd. “Ima head back and get some rest now,” He waves a hand in the air, getting the attention of the crowd. “All Sunlione dorm members are with me!,” he motions towards the exit “Let's go!”

A curious looking boy in the crowd says his share of words, flashing a smile to everyone. “Hello-Hello! And congratulations to all of the new students of the academy!,” happily clapping to himself “You all are going to love it here! As the dorm leader of Atlarine I’m happy to help you in any way I can!”

A cute boy looks around the room, a worried expression on his face. “Did anyone see where the headmaster went? It’s not like him to walk out on such an important event…” A tall, buff-looking dude looks around as well, “Hey, you’re right! Where’d he go?!” A boy with bright purple eyes pops up behind the tall man, leaning against him despite their height difference . “Hmmm…maybe he had to use the bathroom?”

A loud bang of a door opening can be heard in the room, the source of the sound being Ambrose. “Oh there he is.” The blonde haired boy comments, subtly pointing at the old man. Ambrose rushes into the room with you and the fairy not far behind him. “Sorry for walking out everyone! It seems we were missing one student, so I went to go find them.” 

The elderly man turns to you. “You still have time to be assigned to a dorm,” he motions to the flying cockroach, “Your fairy companion will be watching from the sidelines while you step in front of the glass mirror.” 

 The cockroach huffs in annoyance before standing, floating? By Ambrose. You step up to the mirror. An androgynous voice speaks from within the mirror “State thy name.”

“(Y/N).” you respond. 

The whole room  falls silent as you wait for the mirror’s response. “The shape of thy soul is…'' the mirror pauses, “I sadly cannot tell…'' the crowd gasps in disbelief. Ambrose confusedly looks at the mirror “Pardon?”. The glass mirror responds, “I sense no magic within this one.” The crowd begins to whisper, you’re sure it’s about you. the topic being most likely about you. 

The mirror speaks once more, “The soul’s color, shape, essence, it’s all nothing.” The whispers are getting louder. “Hence they aren’t suited for any specific dormitory.” the stares on your person become more intense as the whispers continue to grow louder. Ambrose shakes his head in disbelief “The pearlescent pumpkin carriage would never make the mistake of bringing someone who can’t use magic.” 

“In all my years,” (Lol) “There has never been a mistake in the student selection.” He puts a hand on his chin “Then again, mistakes can happen…” The fairy flies in front of you, standing in between you and Ambrose, shoving something in the elderly man’s hands. “Me! Me! I can take their place!” 

“Unlike them!” Proudly thumbing towards themselves “I can use magic! Let me take their place, I promise you won’t regret it!” The little fairy looks like it’s about to burst from excitement, “Here I can even prove it to you right now!” 

The short man with animal ears yells from the crowd  “Hit the deck!” As the fairy pulls something out of his pocket and throws it on the floor, causing a fire within the room. Screams of fear and panic are heard throughout the room, as people try to flee the scene. The tall, buff looking man is flailing his arms around and running all over the place, “AHHHHHH! My butt is on fire!! Hot! Hot! Hotttt!” You snicker to yourself at how dumb he looks, flailing his arms around like an idiot. 

Ambrose looks like he’s on the verge of panicking. Pointing to the flying creature, “Someone catch that fairy! Before the whole school gets burnt to a crisp!”   

The blonde haired boy sighs, putting his hands on his hips. “Mannn…and here I was hoping to have another easy day.” The curious boy looks at the blonde in confusion “But I thought you always wanted to meet a fairy? Wouldn’t you like to catch and befriend him?” The blonde takes a minute to consider it, ultimately deciding not to. “Naw, I’m good.”  

The boy with Bright Purple eyes raises his hand from the panicking crowd “Headmaster Ambrose! I can get him!” He proudly places his hands on his hips, “I’ve dealt with fairies before so I know how to handle this!” The cute boy giggles, “That’s Raheel for you. Always stepping up to help those in need.”

The buff man with his butt still on fire speaks up again “Um! Hello?! Can someone please help me put out my butt fire…please!?” He attempts to stop, drop, and roll to extinguish the fire but surprisingly it doesn’t work, which causes him to panic even more. 

Ambrose is slowly panicking while trying to keep everyone else calm “Everyone! Remain calm!” The blondie places his arms behind his head, “It’s just a small flying roach. How hard can it be to catch it?” The roach turns towards the blonde, “I am not a roach!” angrily flailing its limbs around like a child throwing a tantrum. “I am a fairy! And I have a name!”

The boy with Purple eyes also known as ‘Raheel’ crosses his arms. “Uh-huh, and what might your name be then?” He says in a mocking tone. 

The man with animal ears stands beside Raheel placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Well that isn’t very nice, Now was it?” Purple eyed boy shrugs before pulling out something that looks like a broach, aiming it at the fairy. “Probably not, but hey! It never hurts to tease.”

The man with animal ears shakes his head in disapproval; grabbing a similar looking broach, aiming it at the fairy as well. “Let's just get this over with.”

part 3-4

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Me at the symposium, wearing a monocle and gesturing with a fancy cane: no I don't think that man would have a breeding kink