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Who's This? Who's This? In Twisted Wonderland, What's This? I Think They're Not From Around.

(I had this pop into my head, it's just something fun lol)

Waking up in a coffin with a fiery cat, and I mean that literally, banging on your coffin is Not what you call a good wake-up call. Then again, feeling around and bumping into horns which strangely enough are on your head, is a close second in strange events.

Actually, where are you? Forget the horns and tiny flaming gremlin cat where the Heck are you? While pondering the weirdness of your situation, someone opened your casket.

. . . I'm sorry. . . Is a massive, , , Bird? Talking to you? Okay, this just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

"You're late! You have to get going or you'll miss the entrance ceremony!! Here I'll show you the way. Aren't I the most benevolent being in twisted wonderland? You may hold your praise of me until after the ceremony."

This day just keeps getting more and more unreal. . .

Finally, you and the large birdman apparently named Crowley, arrived at the Hall of Mirrors as Crowley called it.

The Entire Room turned to watch your arrival. Spiking your anxiety doesn't even begin to describe you at the moment. Well, this is fun. . . Said no one with anxiety ever.

"Well, go on! What are you waiting for? Walk in front of the Dark Mirror and see where you belong."

You slowly dragged your feet towards the mirror and saw your reflection in the glass. Somehow, you have two blue horns that curl around your head and snow-white hair. With pale skin and sea-blue eyes, you're more snow-white than Snow White herself. Before you could inspect your new appearance anymore, a large face appeared in the glass blocking your own reflection.

" . . . "

" . . . "

As you and the mirror stared each other down, everyone in the room watched on in interest.

"I cannot place this one. They do not belong here. "

"I'm sorry, what?" Is all you heard from Crowley behind you before the entire room started whispering to each other. Shoving you out of the way Crowley moved in front of the mirror.

"What do you mean they don't belong here?! They were brought by the Black Carriage just like everyone else! They were in one of the arrival caskets! What is the meaning of this!"

Walking forward you stood beside Crowley as the mirror turned to look at you.

"They are not of this world. They do not come from Twisted Wonderland." The Dark Mirror said. You let out a giggle,

"Well, of course! I could have told you that." Still chuckling you turned to see a very ruffled Crowley as he stared at you.

"Where are you from then?!" He asked rather loudly.

You opened your mouth, only to shut it again. Where are you from? Up till now, everything was so crazy that, you didn't even realize you didn't know where you came from, who your family is, or where you were born, you remember nothing. Who Are You?

"I don't know. . ."

OOOOOOOO, Spoooky!! Yeah, I just whipped this up from an idea I had. Hope you guys like it!! :3

I published a new fanfic!

I've been working on this for months and the time has finally come. Who knew an idea would sprawl into a four book series?

I'M MAKING A VMIN FIC!!!!

I worked on this for months it's absolutely amazing!! I will post it tomorrow I really can't wait for everyone to read this ❤❤❤

it’s out click here

I'm not sure how you'll take this but when I was reblogging hircine art from you, I misread daedric prince hircine as daddy prince hircine and got concerned for your fanfic

PLEAAAASE THIS IS MAKING ME CRACK UP IN THE DINING HALL- we will NOT be smashing hircine in this fic!!!!! so far the only prince we've smashed (non-canonically) is SANGUINE. he feels most smashable. the only thing to be smashed in this fic is hircine's stupid FACE 🔛🔝☝🤓

So here's to creating my Teen Wolf Fanfic that will be a canon AU, and will include a character of my creation who becomes the silent observer of certain events in the first two seasons. However despite my characters observations, I will write out and modify the plot and give all characters written time and developments that they deserve. So...HERE IT IS ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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The Wings Of An Enigmatic

Chapter 1: Veiled Insights

The Crowded Halls of the high school echoed the grim nature. What was usually a cacophony of chatter, lockers opening and closing, cheers and rough housing were whispers and conversations of a turbulent and gruesome event that happened.

The event of school bus driver Garrison Myers found brutally injured with critical wounds littering his skin, as well as his blood smeared over the broken back door of a school bus.

Seraph, listening to each conversation of each student, observes and sharpens his hearing while taking out his calculus text book and his folders. He acts in his mundane activities to get started in class while listening to other students. He finds it blasphemy that the Alpha attacked a school bus driver out of sheer violence.

Of course...there has to be a reason why. A beast does not attack a prey without reason. His hearing picks up on two very distinct voices.

Scott McCall, and his sarcastic but annoying comrade, Mieczyslaw Stilinski, or rather the neurodivergent likes to be called, 'Stiles'.

Scott is an amusing one to Seraph. The bespectacled teenager observed him since the day of the Lacrosse tryouts from the bleachers. The once asthmatic and nerdy teenager that Seraph remembers Scott to be, changed over the break to a teenager who showed athletic prowess, sharp hand to eye coordination, agility, super strength, and speed. The night of Beacon Hills first game only proved it and connected the dots for Seraph as he watched Scott coordinate the game, as well as hearing his subtle but aggressive growl that night of the game from the field to the bleachers.

Seraph knows Scott McCall is a freshly bitten Beta Werewolf, with Scott's best friend and a certain, werewolf Hale heir being the only ones aware of this.

Seraph felt the anxious aura of Scott as the former took out a pen for his notebook.

"She's not responding to any of my messages!" Scott utters rapidly to Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure she's alright Scotty. Probably not here yet." Despite Stiles assurances, Scott is not calm.

"Just help me find her."

Her? Oh that's right, the Argent heiress of the famous Argent hunting family. Allison Argent.

Seraph clarifies internally. He finds it odd for a werewolf to fall in love with the daughter of the Argents. Despite Allison not being aware of her heritage, it is noted that her appearance when she first arrived in Beacon Hills only noted one thing and that is the fact that the Argents are back in Beacon Hills for hunting business. They are back to seek out the monster who is causing havoc and is responsible for the death of Laura Hale. It's not like the Argents care about the latter.

Which explains why Derek Hale is suddenly in Beacon Hills. Perhaps...the Alpha is related to the Hale family?

The sound of a locker getting smashed caught Seraph's ears, but he only moved his eyes as he sees Scott punch a locker in pure frustration. Seraph held back an amused chuckle to himself when he realized that Scott broke the locker of Jackson Whittemore. Serves the egomaniac bastard right.

Seraph closes his locker to get ready for class. Out of his peripheral vision he sees Scott accidentally bump into Allison with her books dropped to the floor. Feeling Scott's relieved aura, the bespectacled teenager inquired that maybe...just maybe...Scott was present last night and assumed that he hurt Allison. But he is well aware the Latino teenager was trying to help the bus driver. Sadly, the Alpha's strength was inevitable to overcome.

Someone bumps into Seraph, but the teenager maintains his stance and instead looks, gazing up to see a tall dirty blonded teenager with a small but healing bruise on his eye. Seraph can smell the scent of dry blood and aura of misery and fear. The teen was none other than Isaac Lahey.

"I-I am so sorry I didn't m-mean to bump into you." Isaac quietly stumbles over his words. Seraph felt extremely bad for this passionate and artistic teenager.

"Do not worry, Lahey. I am perfectly unscathed as you can see." Seraph reassures Isaac. But through those broken blue eyes, the dark academia teen knew Isaac is going through something despicable.

Seraph steps a little forward with an inquiring gaze. "Lahey, are you okay?"

That causes the tall teenager to slightly recoil before he puts his walls back up and a guarded expression.

"I'm fine. I should go, don't want to disturb you or your academics." Isaac announces defensively, the tone of bitterness mixed with misery sounds over Seraph's ears. As much as he wants to help the teenager who is now walking away, what could Seraph do by just sensing aura and being able to read his mind? Sure he can show his mother, a well known and fierce attorney and Esquiress, but abused victims defend their parents as a psychological mechanism thinking they are the bad ones.

Even though Seraph's father, a political representative of Beacon Hills has such endless connections to help Isaac, he doesn't want to put the tall teenager through more trauma and end up at the behest and care of foster homes. Seraph will do what he does best, and that is to remain neutral.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Machiavelli of Beacon Hills and my academic rival, Kingfisher." A haughty and feminine tone procures his surname. Seraph rolls his eyes as he is very familiar with that queen bee tone.

Seraph faces the girl of 5'3 feet with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. Dresses in designer clothes and make up, is the popular queen bee and intellectual Lydia Martin. The two of them are academic rivals: both being at the top of their classes and grades all A++, as well as attaining honor rolls and GPAs over 4.0. The two of them would go on endless debates in history class regarding certain subjects of interests. However he finds her popularity and material girl attitude to please Jackson, her jock boyfriend, to be diminishing of her own character. Nevertheless, the two of them have respect for one another.

"Ah, pardonez-moi, mademoiselle Martin. Qu'est-ce que ma présence exige de toi?" Seraph sarcastically greets in French, doing a dramatic bow as if he finished a Shakespeare play.

Lydia does a exceptional eye roll at his antics. "Such exquisite French. Yet I don't understand why you needed to impersonate Katniss Everdeen's bow as a greeting."

"I'm dramatic. It's part of my charm and classical aesthetic." Seraph quips, looking back at her nonchalantly.

"You have weird ways of being charming and having class. Sadly how you input it doesn't suit my tastes. But then again, I do applaud your fashion sense. It's timeless and embraces your dark academic look." Lydia points out to Seraph's outfit. A black long-sleeved wool sweater with a white button down underneath, adorned by a gray wool blazer. With that is the bottom set black tweed trousers and gray dress shoes.

"Why thank you for your impeccable fashion advice, material girl." Seraph comments. Said girl does an exasperated sigh before walking to Allison.

"You try to compliment the man yet he takes it as an urge to use a witty remark." Lydia responds for the both of them to hear while walking away. Seraph bows once again before her and then heads off to his calculus class knowing he will see the strawberry blonde again.

Another observant day awaits.

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So...what did you all think? What is Seraph and what do you think his intentions are? Chapter 2 is to be posted this weekend.

@rhyslahey this is what I will show you. Season 1 with Isaac coming in early. Sadly this angsty hours for our favorite boy.

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Hi everyone!!

Will be posting the prologue of The Reaper a Klaus Mikaelson fanfic, tomorrow. Stay tuned to read it and let me know how you/ guys like it.

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Prologue

AUTHOR TALKS: This is my first Klaus Mikaelson fic!! Let me know any suggestions you guys have and if you guys enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. ❤❤

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There is nothing more permanent in this world than Death, a terrifying concept that many people overlook till it is their time to leave the life they had so painfully created. Yet Death would continue to take its toll and paving way for newer generations, whose life it shall eventually consume. It was after all the Grim Reaper's job. 

The Grim Reaper, is all but Death personified, responsible for the collection of souls, often represented as a hooded-scythe carrying creature. But here the Reaper is nothing like the stories we have heard in our childhood, ones that mothers used to tell their children to scare them to sleep, people who had been unfortunate enough to witness her always thought that she was beauty in itself, this prevented them from suspecting that she was there to end them in the most gruesome way one had ever seen.

She was The Reaper to HYDRA; nothing but a pawn in their game. Someone who could kill whoever they wanted, whenever they desired.

Arianna Orlova had been under HYDRA'S captivity for ages, making them believe that she was their puppet, bidding her time. Waiting for an opportunity to strike back at her creators. It hadn't been easy considering the tight leash they had on her. But they could do only so much to keep the monster they had created under their control.

She waited patiently as the snow covered the ground followed by the rays of sun burning her skin, if there was one thing she had learned in the duration of her time with HYDRA was patience. She was like a snake waiting for its prey to let its guard down to strike and win its meal.

And after 70 years of experiencing nothing but torture, death and pain her time had finally come, she let the monster that they had created loose and enjoyed the look of fear in their eyes just as the light in them faded to oblivion, she escaped their clutches and made sure to let the world know that the infamous Reaper was dead.

Arya Prince as she now called herself, was sitting on the terrace of an old building in New York, over looking and trying to get lost within the loud noises of the city that never sleeps. It had been a peaceful day well, as far as a SHIELD agent is considered.

After cleaning the mess created by an Asgardian God, all she wanted to do was to have a night of dream less sleep which apparently was too much to ask for.

Nightmares plagued her sleep leading the assassin to sit on the rooftop nursing her rare bottle of beer, a streak that she enjoys only when her mission is completed.

The solitude was broken quite rudely by the blaring of her phone. She sighs and sets her bottle down, she knows that if someone was calling on her phone it meant, it had to be important as only a handful of people knew her number.

She sported a rare smile seeing the the contact ID. "Well, Well if it isn't my favorite suited Original? How may this lowly peasant be of help my Lord?" "Aari I need your help regarding my brother." Hearing him so worried, she instantly understood the gravity of the situation. "Let me guess, your brother found the doppelgänger." She had heard rumors of the doppelgänger through her many contacts. "Not quite, I found information that she is currently in Mystic Falls and I am headed that way, I would like to know if you would accompany me."

"I would love to Eli, send me your location." "I shall be waiting for your company." Finishing her drink, she picked up her helmet, "Well I guess Mystic falls here I come."

Little did she know how this one trip to Mystic Falls would change her life forever.

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[burps into the mic] ..Draco and Harry being assigned to time travel to Tom Riddle's timeline to prevent him from becoming LV for some reason and ending up in a relationship with him [dissipates like smoke coming out of a ciggy]

new Fanfiction!

"Silent Seas make great Witnesses"

Fandom: Still Wakes the Deep

Ship: Muir/Innes

Warnings: Character Death, canon-typical gore and violence, one homophobic asshole

>>Nobody on the Beira D could have anticipated the tragedy that befell them. And never did Innes think that a simple promise could twist in such cruel and tragic ways.<<

Here on Ao3!

I might upload it on tumblr another day too...

Totally forgot but

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new Fanfiction!

"Silent Seas make great Witnesses"

Fandom: Still Wakes the Deep

Ship: Muir/Innes

Warnings: Character Death, canon-typical gore and violence, one homophobic asshole

>>Nobody on the Beira D could have anticipated the tragedy that befell them. And never did Innes think that a simple promise could twist in such cruel and tragic ways.<<

Here on Ao3!

I might upload it on tumblr another day too...

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Enchanting Lullaby - Insomniac Alastor x Sea Siren Reader

❥Summary: Everyone in the hotel knows that Alastor does not sleep, but what happens when he seeks you out and makes a request only you can provide for him.

❥Tags: Alastor x reader, sea siren, siren reader, insomniac, insomniac alastor, alastor does not sleep, fem reader

❥Notes: I am OBSESSED with siren songs. I find them so hypnotic and beautiful, so I wanted to write a story with a siren reader with Alastor. Wanted to give a shoutout to my friend ValerieWinks777 for helping me with this story. I recommend checking her out on Wattpad, she does amazing Alastor x reader stories.

Spending years in hell, forming unbreakable deals and ripping apart demons in his broadcasts have harden Alastor to put aside certain feelings and tasks, including sleep. Well, he used to sleep during the time when he was alive, honestly he is surprised he even could after all the horrible murders he committed. He didn't just decide one day that he wasn't going to slumber anymore, this change started slowly. Indulging gleefully in the wrath he enjoyed created new enemies, enemies he knew posed no threat, but the longer that list got, the less often he slept, as he rather stay awake and attack them head on if any of them even considered wanting to mess with the radio demon.

A couple days after the extermination war and rebuilding the hotel, it had gotten surprisingly more busy with new demons arriving to gander at the hotel, and possibly consider joining. Charlie had been working like a mad women, tending to make sure everything was perfect for the guests and also trying to lessen some of the workload on the others. She greatly appreciate everything that happened before, so she didn't want them lifting a finger with anything. Alastor, however, was not one to just stand there and not offer his assistance. He may still consider the hotel a bunch of wack-a-doo nonsense, but he has grown fond of Charlie and her beliefs, also considering how much of a gentleman he was, he wasn't going to let poor Charlie do everything herself. Charlie waved her hands in the air, saying profusely that it was okay and Alastor didn't need to help, but Alastor was persistent. "Ah ah ah. Charlie, my dear. As the facility manager of the hotel, it is substantial for me to offer my assistance. Now then! What humble tasks need to be dealt with?" Alastor said with a smile, as he bent down, putting his face closer to Charlie's. Charlie gave a sigh and small smile back to Alastor and told him of the assignments that needed to be done for today.

Alastor went about and began completing each task, stockpiling the drinks for the bar, making sure the rooms were all spick and span, obtain groceries for the kitchen and also prepare dinner for later tonight. Alastor had finally reach the end of the tasks and softly heaved a sigh. Performing small things like this was nothing to him, as he preferred to finish the job quickly and properly and not dwindle on it, but he had used a great amount of his powers to fulfill each one of them, causing him to feel more drained then usual. Alastor, for the first time, felt the need to take a good due rest, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy since it has been a millennium since he last slept. Pondering through his thoughts, he came up with an idea that could help him, as he made his way upstairs.

Knocking on your door, Alastor patiently waited, as the door to your room opened, with you standing on the other side of it, wearing your cozy pajamas. You looked up at Alastor with a smile, head tilted to the side. "Oh good evening, Al. Is there something you needed?" Alastor smiled down at you, showcasing more of his teeth. "Yes, my dear! I have encountered a bit of a dilemma and I need your assistance with the matter. Would it be alright if you could come to my chambers?" He observed your eyes glaze with confusion before you nodded your head, and walked out of your room, closing the door behind you. Alastor had hooked his arm with yours, as the both of you walked towards his hotel room.

Upon entering his room, you glanced around his room, admiring the pocket dimension he had created. It gave a calm tranquil vibe in the room, along with the static music playing from the radio in his room. Al had said nothing when the both of you had entered his chambers, and you wondered if he was displeased with something. "Um.... Am I in trouble?" You question him, twiddling your fingers together. Alastor quickly turned back around to face you, eyes widen before going back to normal, while a soft smile was placed on his face. "Heavens no! You are no form of trouble my dear, I can assure you. There is just something I need from you however." He walk closer into his room, removing his coat jacket and setting it on the chair next to his desk, revealing his red striped shirt that was hidden. He ventured closer to his bed, removing his black shoes before taking a seat on it while crossing his legs. His eyes went back up to look at you, extending his hand out, inviting you to join him.

Your face flushed for a bit, as you made your way over to where Alastor resided, taking a seat on his bed, facing him. The both of you sat in silence, before Alastor broke it. "If my memory serves me correctly, your demon form is similar to that of a sea siren. Am I correct, my dear?" He turned to face you, peering down at you while you looked at him. Your answer to his question was a small nod. "Splendid! That will be quite useful for me!" Alastor seemed almost giddy with joy, making you feel a bit confused. "Can I ask a question?" You asked Alastor. Alastor continued to stare at you, telling you to go ahead. "Why is my nature going to be beneficial for you?" Alastor eyes gazed into yours, as they were filled with confusion. Heaving a sigh, Alastor slowly grabbed your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "As much as it pains me to say this, but I need your help, darling. I am aware of the soothing hypnotic voices of sirens, how there gorgeous songs allure sailors. I am asking you if you could sing for me, my dear." Alastor smile almost dropped a bit, his face holding a slight melancholic look as he continued to stare at you. You continued to look at him, before you asked him why you needed to sing to him.

Alastor heaved another sigh, rubbing his hair with his other hand. "It has been a drastically long time, since I have enjoyed the comforts of my own bed. However, falling asleep has not been an easy task for me, and along with the chores that I have completed for sweet Charlie. I crave a good rest now more then ever." Upon observing his face, you noticed the dark circles that appeared underneath his eyes. His smile as well seemed a bit forced, almost as if he was having a hard time keeping it up. Your heart ached for him, as you placed you squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. "I will help you Alastor, but there is something you have to do for me." Alastor raised an eyebrow at you, asking what it was that you needed. "Well, could you use your powers to soundproof the room? My siren voice may reach the others, and cause them to fall asleep as well." SNAP! Within an instant, Alastor had snapped his fingers, preventing any sound from reaching out the room.

With a nod of your head, you moved further back on the bed, waiting to make room for your transformation. A dark light enveloped your form, as your body became covered in black and white scales, and your legs had morphed together into a long mermaid tail, causing your pajama pants to slide off. Alastor continued to gaze at you in amazement, finding your form truly haunting while incredibly beautiful. Once you had completed your transformation, you leaned back against the pillow, raising both your hands up towards Alastor. Alastor stood stiff, confused at your actions. "Come here." you said, keeping your arms stretched out. Alastor realized what you meant, his cheeks become a tad flushed. "M-my dear, there is no need-" His words were cut off, as you pulled him down. His head had landed on your chest, as his whole body was placed on top of you, with his legs rested on your lower tail. Your arms wrapped around him, placing one against his hair, giving it a rub. "Shh its alright Alastor. I just want you to be comfortable okay?" Alastor hadn't moved when he was on top of you, apparently not use to actions like this. His body soon began to relax, as he nuzzled closer into your chest, moving his arms to wrap them around your back. His actions caused a soft smile to appear on your face, as you continued to play with his hair. "I'm going to start singing now, are you ready?" You looked down, waiting for his answer. Alastor peaked one of his eyes out from your chest, giving you a small nod. Giggling at his cuteness, you moved the hand from his hand to rub at his cheek, before placing it back on his red locks.

Taking a few deep breaths, you leaned your head back against the pillow. Soon, you opened your mouth, and began to sing.

(THIS SONG IS SO SOOTHING, I LOVE IT!!)

𝄞 Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain

Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never return again

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eye as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwell, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair

And I have left my parents and three thousands pounds a year

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea

While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold 𝄞

Your beautiful song had ended, leaving the room in a calming silence. Looking down, you motioned your head to look at Alastor. His head was still nuzzled on your chest, the one eye that had peaked to look at you had closed. His breathing was slowed and he was letting out small static-like snores and a few purrs. Smiling warmly, you leaned closer to his head, giving it a soft kiss. Your hand left his head, and began to reach for the blanket nearby on the bed, motioning it to have it lay over both you and Alastor. You placed your hand back on his hair, giving it a comforting rub, as you leaned back against the pillow, whispering, "Good night Alastor."

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Got tears in my eyes from reading this😭😭 Thank you so much for doing this ask. This hit very close to home to me to since I deal with self images problems as well, and this felt like a very warm hug being given to me. You inspired me to write a story like this as well. Thank you again

Since your the queen of fluff, I had to make this request.

It’s more an angst/comfort/fluff, but I want to see Alastor dealing with his girlfriend/lover having body dysmorphia. The comfort in O Mother Mine for him was beautifully portrayed and I want Alastor to provide comfort back. Cant wait to see what you write🩷💖❤️

This was - and still is - an ask that hit very much home for me. Struggling with my self image and a long, very taxing time living with an ED since my teens, I had to take my time writing this - Because with all this history weighing in my own back pocket, I wanted to write something my younger self would've found comfort in reading. Which is why there's a lot of my own experiences woven in. Thank you for this ask, my dear. And to all who fight the fight against their own head each day - I see you. And you are worthy of every bit and piece of love, external and internal. I let our dear deer take it from here.

TW: Explicit depictions & mentions of ED and body dysmorphia - 3k words

“Why don't you want one? Do they look bad? Don't you like my chocolate chip cookies?”

Niffty stared at you, her one big eye glazed and watery, and you felt that at her whining remark all eyes were on you. Shit.

You had been at Charlie's group therapy activities for hours by now, everyone was exhausted and hangry enough for Vaggie to intervene and propose a lunch break. You managed to discreetly dodge every dish that was going around the table, making sure to have an alibi piece of bread and a few leaves of salad on your plate, just in case anyone would look at you funny, and it was good that you did. You glanced around the table to find Alastor of all people staring at you from the other side, and pretending obliviousness you turned to Angel with a smile, laughing at whatever he said, and shoved a few bits of salad into your mouth. ‘See, I'm eating, all good.’ 

You thought the worst was over when the others pushed their dishes into the middle of the table with content sighs and filled bellies. But then Niffty had been hopping around, offering everyone the masses of cookies she had been baking with Pentious the evening before, and Niffty was just not dodgeable. 

“Aw Niff, of course I do, and they look amazing! But I'm so full, stuffed, I really can't take another bite.” Perhaps you imagined it, but you thought you heard a static crack of feedback and you shot a quick glance over to Alastor, but he was drinking his After-Lunch coffee with closed eyes, detached and apparently trying to drown out the babbling sinners around him. Irritated, you turned to the little, pouting cyclops girl again, your voice purposely louder as you said “Tell you what, I'll take one now and save it for later, okay? I can't pass up on your delicious treats, can I?”

That seemed to do the trick, and when you wrapped the cookie you took from a beaming Niffty into a napkin and slid it in your pocket, she and everyone else seemed satisfied and they turned their attention elsewhere - At least you hoped they were.

Another few long, dragging hours later Charlie finally released you all, and the communal groan of relief was only overlapped by the pitter-patter of multiple pairs of feet rushing behind Husk to the bar in desperate need for a strong drink. You were contemplating to join them, even if it was just for a glass of water, but that thought was instantly buried when Angel called over to you.

“Oy, toots, come on and drag ‘ya fat ass over here, I need ‘ya to tell sourpuss here to let me pluck his overgrown eyebrows. Bitch is starting to look like Frieda Kahlo.”

It was an innocent, friendly-meant remark. You knew that. Angel was your friend, you knew that. The laughter that followed his call was a reaction to his crassness. You knew that. But your already aching stomach twisted, and it took everything in you to keep your face from crumbling, and the smile on your lips felt fragile when you answered.

“No can do, Ange, I’m heading to my room. I feel a headache coming up. See you guys later.”

You hurried out the hall as fast as you allowed yourself without looking like you’re fleeing, passing Charlie in vivid conversation with Alastor, throwing her a dismissive wave of the hand when she broke off in the middle of her sentence to ask if you needed anything and ignored the red eyes that were burning your back as you speeded to the lift.

For a moment you felt safe inside the elevator, closing your eyes and leaning back against the wall to deeply breathe in and out to calm your racing thoughts when the doors closed. But then you opened them again, your reflection was staring back at you from the mirrored wide wall of the lift cabin. You stared blankly at the hated body in front of you, eyes mapping every curve that was too wide, every point your clothes wrinkled over a roll of fat. 

Oy toots, get your fat ass over here…Fat ass..Fat...

You ran out of the cabin the moment the 'ding' announced your arrival at your floor and the doors opened, vision blurry from the pooling tears. As soon as you slammed the door to your room shut and turned the key in the lock behind you, you sobbed, leaning your head on the hard wood of your bedroom door. Tears were streaking your face as you sank down to sit on the floor and wrapped your arms around yourself, shoulders shaking from suppressed and failed attempts to cry silently. The room was silent, but your head was loud. Too loud.

Honey, you can't go to school like that, you look like a stuffed sausage. Go back and change…

No, pumpkin, the hamburger is for daddy. You’ll eat a salad, like mommy. Don’t you want to be as beautiful as mommy…

A Bikini? Wow, someone's feeling brave today...

You'd look so beautiful babe, if you'd only lose a few pounds...

Oy toots, get your fat ass over here...

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." It was no use. Begging them to stop never helped. Your hands pressed down on your ears but they couldn’t silence the insistent, ghostly voices inside, louder and louder and louder, repeating the same sentences over and over again and you wanted to rip them off, just to maybe get them out, deafen them, make them…

“Stop that now, Darling." Two hands that were not your own were on yours, long fingers peeling them away from your ears and taking them in tender but firm grips to pull your arms apart. Those foreign hands were dark and warm and much bigger than yours, holding you by the wrists as they pulled you away from the door and back onto your feet. Without releasing them, you felt a chest pressing against your back as the hands on your wrists guided them into an embrace, cageing you with crossed arms in front of you in warmth and the firm, humming body of Alastor. "There now, that's much better isn't it. Now breathe, dearest, with me. Do it with me."

Your mind was a haze of scattered and pained thoughts and fears that were struggling and lashing out to the surface, but they quieted into soft whimpers and whizzing like a dying steam train with every steady, deep inhale Alastor took with you, his chest rising against your back and his breath steady in your ears. He waited a few moments after he had made you breathe normally again before letting go and gently turning you to face him, hands now on your shoulders as you avoided his eyes, but when he looked at your face and your tear streaked cheeks he wiped the wetness away from your skin with the pad of his thumb.

"Why did you come?" You sounded husk and defeated. You knew your jig was up. You've been found out. At last.

"How did I not come sooner would be the better question, darling." Alastor answered, leaving his hand cupped on your cheek, thumb still in mid-stroke as he talked to your averted face. His voice was clear, even-keel, just loud enough for you to hear. And you heard him all the better for not facing him, his signature transatlantic accent and theatrical flourish in his tone, always so strong and prominent, was missing entirely as he continued. "For a few weeks now I've suspected that something was not right with you, my dear. Though I didn't want to press the matter, today has confirmed this. You've not eaten any of the food prepared, spare the few bits of greenery that wouldn't even nourish the roaches that pester this hotel, and we both know you only did because you knew you were being watched."

Watched by him. You sighed quietly at the accuracy, finally turning to look at him, awaiting to find judgment and ridicule, though the red deer demon didn't move at all. He just carried on his stroke with the thumb under your eyes, which started tearing up again, his expression strangely soft.

"My shadows reported that you were hiding food given to you just to throw it away later, and I took notice how you constantly avoided reflective surfaces. Darling, your image must haunt you and I cannot imagine the reason why. I find myself asking: What would drive you to starve yourself, to hide from mirrors and cut your eyes to any remarks looking for underlying maliciousness?"

What a loaded question, asked so simply. And he seemed honestly confused. No smirk, no tilted head. You paused for a long while before answering him.

"You... you won't understand, Alastor."

"Then help me to, darling." He coaxed you, now moving both his hands to hold your face and pull your head closer to lean his forehead to yours, looking firmly in your eyes. And it dawned on you then that the radio demon, the overlord who never revealed weakness, never showed real emotions or shared much with anyone, the one demon who walked these halls smiling and sneering with menace and mystery and endless pride, was purposely and genuinely showing you that he cared.

Maybe it was the fatigue and the despair finally getting the best of your defense system. Maybe it was because he wasn't just anybody. Alastor was so many things but most importantly, he was your friend, had been ever since you and him found mutual interests in each other in countless nights that were spent in quiet by the fireplace in the hall. He liked your level-headedness, your ability to listen, really listen, patiently and actively. You liked his vivaciousness, the vast knowledge of him that he could share when one was just willing to let him talk. Yes, the others were nice, and yes, you felt close to all of them after a few months. But you felt the closest to him, proven by the fact that not Charlie knocked on your door, or Angel noticed you were paler and thinner than weeks ago. But Alastor. Maybe you just needed that final push and he had given it to you.

So you spilled. Through sobs, tears and sighs, you told him everything:

From your family that wouldn't stop comparing you with your thinner friends, fostering a hatred for food because of misguided care. You shared that your health became less and less important with every diet and lost pound, seeing your aching stomach as a sign of sucess. How you'd hate yourself for lack of discipline when you starved yourself so much your brain snapped and you ate any- and everything you found until you felt sick and disgusting. How your friends while alive were never intentionally hurtful, yet dismissive about your insecurities, complaining to you about their sizes while you felt like they were mocking you, being stick thin and conventionally beautiful. And you told him about your one and only boyfriend, who accepted the relationship under the pretense that you'd change to fit his preferences, always waiting for you to drop weight he saw as too much, to shape you the way he wanted you to be, threatening to keep you secret from his friends and family until you did. And you did. But you paid the bitter price - got cheated on while you counted calories, and when you finally reached the set weight he dictated, he left. Leaving you hungry and confused, thin and sick and so, so lost.

With every word his hold on you grew tighter and tighter. But so did yours on him. This time, it was him who listened quietly, never interrupting, and only at the mention of that asshole ex is when he made a sound, his ears went flat against his skull as a low growl rumbled in his throat, but his expression remained perfectly stoic, absorbing your words quietly. After you finished you leaned heavily against Alastors chest and hid your face there, feeling drained and guilty for soaking his expensive coat with your pitiful tears. Your entire body was numb with exhaustion and pain, so was the emptiness inside of you that your self-deprecating thoughts have been inhabiting for years, and you dreaded the response Alastor could give to your pathetic life-story.

"All those people have proven to you to be thoroughly disappointing." was what Alastor said first, speaking very softly with his chin leaning against your scalp. "It makes the blood call for revenge when thinking about the throes you've had to put up with. You don't owe anybody to change anything about yourself that you do not wish to."

You couldn't hold back another tear that rolled down your nose and onto Alastor's shirt, clinging tighter to him and shaking your head against his shoulder, nuzzling his shirt in desperate and trained denial of comforting words.

"Aren't they right though? I'm not like Charlie, or Angel, or even you. I'm not...they are so… just... look at me." You muttered and tried to push out of the hug to avoid looking him in the eye, but the demon didn't give.

"Oh, I am." He gave you a stern stare, unintimidating and almost tender as he pulled you back closer. "Darling, I am looking at you, more than you think. And all I see is a strong, intelligent and beautiful little sinner, so willing to give everyone more grace and gentleness than herself that she hides from every compliment she deems unworthy of her, ashamed of her lovely shape that was the source of so much torment." Alastor sighed, cupping your face in a loose grip, shaking his head in disbelief. "Everyone of us has flaws, we are inherently imperfect creatures, some more than others, and yet you've managed to convince yourself those flaws and imperfections define you in their entirety."

Your instincts told you to flee, to run from this kindness that was offered to you so alluringly. It has to be a trap, your head told you, don't trust those words, don't give in. And you almost tried to, your muscles tensed as if to bolt, your breath quickened as if about to run, your heart pounded as if preparing to fight his arms for release. But you didn't.

Maybe, a long forgotten voice spoke in your mind, maybe it wasn't a trick. Maybe he was earnest, like he had been the past couple months in your company. He's here now, isn't he? Holding you and reassuring you and calming you in a way no one ever had. He hadn't put an inch between him and you to allow your doubts space to creep back in, keeping you at his side - not just now, but over the last weeks continuously, had never spoken ill of you or tried to change you, had no agenda, nothing to gain from lying to you.

Alastor smiled when you sank back into his arms, and this time when he stroked your tears away, he let his fingers come to rest at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. And without a word he leaned forward, eyes half closed, and kissed you on your cheek. His lips lingered for a moment, as if to wait for your reaction, asking a question without words. And you answered it ever so silently, turning your head to meet them with your own.

The kiss was a revelation of truth. Because he was kissing you the way you always longed to be kissed.

There wasn't passion in it, it wasn't hungry and fast or hard and demanding. It wasn't meant to make you hot or make your legs weak, but to tell you that you were cared for, that you were accepted exactly the way you were, imperfections included, and that all the days you've suffered for the wrong reasons were gone with the past and needn't to be re-visited. That you were enough. You always have been.

When he parted from you, Alastor looked content. More than that, actually. Not smiling wide as usually but with eyes sparkling in mirth that could have easily matched that of Charlie on a particularly good day. When he leaned into you again, you almost expected another kiss, but he reached into your pocket, pulling the napkin with Niffty's cookie inside out of your pocket, holding it up expectantly.

"Now, I think it's high time you feed yourself, darling - and you did promise our little Niffty you'd enjoy this later, which it is now."

You stared, first at Alastor, then at the baked good, the guilty conscience you've nursed for so many years creeping back into your thoughts.

"Alastor, I don't know... if I can."

He tilted his head contemplating, turning the cookie in his hand before he snapped it in half, handing you one half while he brought the other to his mouth and raised a brow.

"We'll share it then."

This gesture was everything. It was everything, because you knew he really didn't care for sweet treats. But he cared for you.

You took your half from his hands, feeling the corners of your lips pull into a small smile at the way he scrunched his nose at the sticky thing in his hands when you both bit in. But his free hand found yours, entwining your fingers as he suffered through his bite, and as you watched him him struggling to keep an unfazed expression, you thought that - while Niffty might've put in her best efforts - nothing she or anyone could make could ever sate your hunger more than his lips could.

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An alternative story where Kim Rok Soo, upon finishing the fifth volume of 'The Birth of A Hero,' wakes up and dreads as his hard-earned vacation has finally come to an end.

A story where a 36-year-old Kim Rok Soo continued normally on his life as the team leader of their vanguard.

Yes, an utterly mundane life in a world with monsters and ability users.

It has been a crazy yet quiet life... until he met a pair of siblings who had unusual silver and red hair.

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i have a general plot idea for both but please let me know if you have any ideas in my inbox!!! smut angst fluff etc