Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ i write sfw and nsfw works! i have no posting schedule, and time taken on requests varies. below are the fandoms i write for :D
writings can be drabbles, headcanons, text msgs, one-shots, incorrect quotes, and rarely multi-chapter stories. for x reader writings, the reader will mostly be female for sfw and nsfw works, but for sfw works the reader may also be gender neutral.
some fandoms are rarely written for unless requested, so some fandoms have less works than others. however, it doesnât mean that i wonât write for them freely, and feel free to request for them whenever reqs r open <3
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ here are just some things i want readers to keep in mind when on my account!
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~ be patient when requesting, my schedule/health is inconsistent and sometimes interferes with my uploading :( for this same reason, sometimes i donât post for a while, bear with me please)
~ please be specific with your request!! like genre, plot, gender if needed, body type if needed, personality, setting, sfw or nsfw- i can write much better if i have more details :) just specify whatever you can<3
~ all of my writings are either fem!reader or gender neutral reader. idk how to write for males :// all nsfw works, though, are fem!reader
~ i donât write nsfw for children or non-con. if you have questions for other things i wonât write for message me :)
~ i will happily write x black!reader, if thatâs what you would like specify in your request! also, if a writing randomly has a black reader, donât question it lmao. my black followers mean the world to me tbh đ¤đ
~ people who have requested several times will not be top priority over first-time requesters.
~ must be following me to request!! sometimes i cannot see if you are following me or not, so if i accidentally write a request for a non-follower, that requester will be blocked. if i take the time and energy to write a story for you, the least you can do is follow me. (because of this rule, anonymous requests are not accepted because i cant see if you follow me or not!)
~ i have the right to ignore or deny any request
~ discrimination or bigotry will be immediately blocked!
that is all, everyone! i hope you enjoy reading on my account, i love you all very much <33 your support is valued greatly :)
um hi chat i have been absent for some time yes i have no excuse for this behavior except ive just been trying to improve but i do have an arcane piece to share here which i did share on ao3 already which i think is where iâll be posting⌠will probably upload my works here too still maybe? also um idk if i will write for all the same stuff i used to because upon discovery that i am a lesbian it is very difficult to write for dudes so if i keep posting here itâll probably be a wlw acc. but weâll see i may or may not do it anyway. uhh idk ask questions if u want idk what else to say ok thanks enjoy! also none of my usual formatting i lowkey forgot how i was doing ts.
anyway arcane sevika x fem!reader fic ok see tags for warnings and what not
It was supposed to be a quiet night at the bar, a casual drink between you and your wife. You were normally mindful about your alcohol, but some rowdy ingrate spent the whole night trying to rile up the patrons until he got to you, saying something about beating him in a drinking contest. And youâd always been a bold little thing, so you took him up on the offer. And Sevika was not keen on that idea, but you were an adult, so she watched you and everyone around you like a hawk but didnât stop you.
She was probably more surprised than she shouldâve been that you won, but she didnât get to congratulate you or anything, seeing as immediately after putting down the last shot glass you collapsed to the floor, too wasted to walk. Not that she was going to, anyway. She had more than half a mind to scold you, getting so wasted in a bar like this with people like this, but you were so inebriated that she knew nothing she said to you right now would stick. As she hauled you in a bridal carry out of the bar, you were all mindless giggles and nonsensical ramblings, your limbs like jelly in her arms and your eyes only half open. It was almost funny, except Sevika didnât like you being that drunk around strangers. So she walked home, brought you inside, and lowered you onto the bed so you could sleep it off. You flopped onto the mattress like a rag doll with this absent ghost of a smile on your face. Drinking usually made you giddy, but you were out cold about two minutes after Sevika set you down. It was both pathetic and cute.
Sevika didnât normally come to bed early, and it was still early in the night by her standards, so she just stood and watched you for a little bit. You looked so sweet, cheeks rosy from the alcohol and a bit of drool lingering on the corner of those pretty lips. Youâd have a bitch of a hangover the next morning, though, and even though just looking at you like this, all sleepy and soft and clothes riding up, had a tent forming in the crotch of her pants, sheâd hate to wake you. You probably needed to sleep. She tried not to think about it at first; she really did try to distract herself from that annoying heat pooling in her gut. Made sure you were tucked beneath the blankets and went to take care of mundane chores. Polished her prosthetic arm. Polished it again before giving up and going back to the bedroom where you were still asleep, because ignoring it had just made it that much worse.
Fuck. She really would hate to wake you.
So she decided she wouldnât.
She didnât have to, after all. This wasnât something she really needed you awake for. She just- she wouldnât do too much. Just touch you a little, get rid of some of her pent-up tension before she joined you in bed. Youâd never notice. You wouldnât mind. And you were just so beautiful. She couldnât possibly be expected to just leave you alone, especially now when you were all hazy and sleepy and wouldnât say anything.
Sevika wouldnât be too rough. Sheâd just take what she needed and that would be all. Just for a little while.
She started with getting those blankets off of you, and was pleased when you werenât disturbed. You were sprawled out onto your side, arm resting underneath your head and legs bent towards your chest, so Sevika had to ease you onto your back instead. A strong hand hooked beneath your legs, turning them gently towards her, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a smile at how easily she was able to move you. Your legs fell out nicely in front of her, and shifting you until you were fully on your back was simple after that. You barely stirred save for the softest, sleepy whimper and your brows knitting together as you adjusted to the new position. So oblivious. So soft. She let a calloused fingertip trace affectionately over your rosy cheek, watching your lashes flutter, before refocusing on the task at hand.
Getting your clothes off proved to be a little more challenging- you were in a skirt, so she didnât have to waste time fumbling with a fly or buttons, but she wanted your shirt off- low-cut and fitted and driving her crazy. Carefully, she brought her hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly began rolling it up, but a soft whine brought her attention to your half-lidded eyes, bleary from sleep and glassy from the alcohol. She cursed under her breath, but one look at you and it was clear you were in no state to say anything about what she was doing.
âShh, sweet girl,â she murmured in a soft voice, trying to soothe you back to sleep. She pressed a slow kiss to your cheek. âJust cleaning you up, okay?â The lie slipped out like nothing, and you didnât question it, letting her slip your top over your head and slurring an âMâkayâ before you were passed out again. It was sweet how trusting you were, but you were also very drunk- whatever the case, just as long as you didnât wake up.
There was no bra to fumble with this time. Sevika slid her hands up your sides, tracing over each rib before they came up to palm at your round breasts. She spent half the time she was with you trying not to stare at them and the other half giving up and toying with them till you got flustered and begged her to stop. But you werenât protesting now. She played with them for as long as she thought youâd let her, squeezing them and rubbing circles over your nipples while you whined and rubbed your thighs together, eventually bringing her attention down between your legs.
Sevika hiked your short skirt up until it was bunched around your hips, revealing thin cotton panties. Palms pressed against the softness of your thighs as she coaxed them apart. She watched your face for signs of waking before deciding the coast was clear and pulling your underwear down to your knees. The sight of that pretty, pulsing pink hole made teeth sink into Sevikaâs lower lip so harshly she nearly drew blood.
âPretty baby,â she murmured, low and barely audible. âGonna take such good care of this pretty pussy.â
She made quick work of undoing her pants, tugging both slacks and boxers down in one swift move to free her throbbing length. A low, guttural groan sounded in her throat and she gave herself a few slow, lazy pumps above your sleeping form, exposed and not even knowing it. The urge to just plunge inside and start slamming into you was almost overpowering. But she couldnât be too rough. She didnât want to hurt you and wake you. Besides, Sevika wanted you a little wetter first. It wasnât hard to do- she dampened two fingers with a bit of her own spit and lightly teased your cunt with them until her fingers came away sticky, which she promptly sucked off. She watched your face the whole time, watched as your features knit together and your lips parted in a little mewl. Fuck, you were killing her with those tiny sounds. She was so tempted to throw caution to the wind and make you scream, but Sevika wasnât that mean.
She settled further in between your legs, grasping her aching cock that was already dripping from the tip. Reminding herself to be gentle, she positioned herself at your waiting entrance before finally letting herself thrust into you.
Fucking god, you were tight. Sevika couldnât stop the strained sound of relief that escaped her as she sunk into you, inch by inch, until she was buried to the hilt into your dripping heat. She had to let herself adjust for a minute, just because she knew if she didnât she wouldnât last a damn second. And you were so good, so pliant, with your thighs clenching and whimpering the deeper she pushed inside of you. Such lovely reactions, even in sleep. And you didnât have a clue, just lying here letting yourself be used all Sevika wanted. Probably thought you were having a wet dream. The way your walls squeezed around her threatened to make her finish right then and there, but she was determined to drag this out while you were so out of it. You just gave so nicely for her. Like you were made for this. The way you fluttered around her was almost too much, and the sounds you were making as she began a slow, smooth rhythm with her hips were absolutely maddening.
âThatâs it,â Sevika rasped, still low enough not to wake you. She moaned low and couldnât help picking up the pace just a little. You felt so fucking incredible. Her perfect, sleepy baby. She wasnât going to be able to hold herself back for long. And then you gave a little mewl and your hips rolled forward into hers, unconsciously chasing the feeling, and she almost cooed. âThatâs it, honey. Take me so nice. So good, letting me use you like this..â
Sevika bottomed out inside your cunt, trying to keep her grip on your waist from becoming bruising as she held you in place. She wanted to feel every flutter of those warm, wet walls around her. She was panting now. The way you sucked her in like you couldnât get enough- sheâd leave you fucking leaking for days. She was so deep your stomach bulged out slightly every time she fucked into you, and god, was that sexy. She didnât get rough, but her hips started to stutter and her control started to slip as she chased her building orgasm, watching your face scrunch up and sigh and contort faintly with pleasure. She let out a low, shaky laugh at the sight, less from real amusement and more to keep herself from just fucking you stupid. âGonna paint your pretty pussy white.â
Her hips gave one last spasm, and then came inside of your stretched hole with a deep groan and flooded you with a hot rush of her cum, and then she kept fucking into you until she had forced every drop into that pretty hole, until you were spilling around her cock, and only then did she finally pull out with a groan and a soft squelch.
The sight that greeted Sevika when her vision cleared up was absolutely filthy: you, sprawled out and flushed, red handprint marks pressed into both sides of your waist and your swollen pussy leaking drops of her cum. You looked utterly debauched, utterly used, and somehow still sleeping just like she wanted. Her good, beautiful, perfect girl.
If you were awake, she wouldâve stayed inside of you and slept that way, but she didnât want you sore. Still, though, unwilling to relinquish your warmth, the still half-undressed Sevika crawled over behind your back, wrapping her arms around your waist she buried her nose into the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent. Sheâd explain the mess between your legs in the morning.
Hi đ, My name is Mohammad, and Iâm reaching out in a moment of desperate need. Iâm a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. đ
Iâve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my familyâs safety and well-being. đŤś
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. đ
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saw this in my inbox a little late, but please if u can take the time out of your day to check this out, anything helps â¤ď¸ wishing him and his family the very best :((
itâs been a very long while :(( due to some health problems, i have been on hiatus for quite some time, but i am back and wanting to write again! I hope I donât have to go offline again; I missed u guys:(( i apologize sincerely for my absence
i am, however, eager to be back and write more stories for you all! I still write for all the same fandoms on my pinned post, and once i get the chance to update it, i will also be adding arcane to my list (absolutely gut wrenching show btwđ).
as a side note- because itâs become so popular, would you guys want to see c.ai bots from me? i have been thinking about creating them for a while, but i would love to hear your input. i would basically be making bots of the characters on my pinned post with varying prompts (that you guys are welcome to request). so just lmk!
as always, thanks for all of your ongoing support, and i hope i will still have it moving forward. itâs been a rough year for me, but i am trying to get back on track! love u guys lotsđ
These are some photos I took that kinda remind me of your blog, feel free to use them for anything
WHAT I'm very late to this and yes I've been gone but I'm making a reappearance to geek out over these gorgeous photos. thank you???? so much???? I feel like I should pay you for these??????? hello wtf I love them sm
hi everyone sorry for my absence, I've been taking care of personal things lately and haven't had a lot of time to be active here. I'm not really sure how active this account will be, and I haven't had time to get to requests at all, so I'm going to close them because I don't want to just ignore people's asks all the time. again, sorry for the inconvenience. while reqs are closed i'll still be writing, though, and requests that were sent in before closing them are still in progress! love you guys lots and thanks for ur support <333
hey all! just wanted to announce i have an ao3 account now under the name of simplys0ber! haven't uploaded anything as of yet, but for those of you who might be interested in longer works with more elaborate plots feel free to find me there:) also if you guys have ideas/requests for longer stories by all means send me ideas, they can be x reader or character x character ! thanks for you guys' support, ily all so muchđ
hayyy boo, i loved the spiderverse headcannon you created and was wondering if youâd make anymore. ty & ily đ
đ˛~ hii ml<33 i totally plan to write for more spiderverse stuff! its not often requested since my acc is more anime centered but i absolutely have stuff in the drafts for atsv. also feel free to request whatever youâd like to see!! <33 ilyđ
ew wtf i saw the mf who requested nsfw for gonđđ
thatâs either some horny ass 9 year old or a grown ass man
aaaanyway
can i request leorio cuddling headcanons?? how he initiates cuddling, etc, etc
i ong have no idea if you do this either, but since you do nsfw, i assume that you do??? how would leorio respond to his s/o having a panic attack
đ~ HORNY ASS NINE YEAR OLD LMFAOOOO????? also i did the cuddling hcs part of this req!!
g/n!reader
leorio paladiknight cuddling headcanons!
~ cuddling is honestly one of leorio's favorite things to do. he just adores your body, in more ways than one, but he won't ever get tired of wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your chest or stomach, the warmth of your skin on his own. he always sort of thought he was a more sexual guy, but cuddling is intimacy like no other. also, after intimacy, he'll want to hug you a lot.
~ leorio probably won't be really sappy and affectionate in public with you like he is behind closed doors because he feels he has an image to maintain or something. it isn't like he'll be completely detached in public, of course, but cuddling is something he prefers to do with just you.
~ he'll want to cuddle mostly after a long day for him or you. honestly, he's a little bit of a baby when he's tired after work and just wants to lay on top of you no matter what you're doing. if you're standing doing something, he's coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your neck, begging you in this amusingly petulant tone to come cuddle with him, sort of rocking you back and forth. if you're sitting down and busy with something, he'll just walk right up and flop over with his head in your lap, again pleading with you to drop what you're doing and spend some time with him: "aw, come on, babe, you know you'd rather be snuggling with me than doing this boring work shit! you probably need to relax, anyway! come on, please? it'll only be a minute."
~ if you don't say yes right away, leorio will smother you in kisses, mostly your cheeks, until you finally relent.
~ spoiler alert, it was not a minute. before you know it it's morning and you're both late for work.
This is so awkward, but I was wondering if you could write hcs for if the reader called L, Mello, Near, and Matt "daddy" or "sir" or something else along those lines during sex? đ (if not that's totally fine I just got a mental image of Mello being like "what-" and I'm seeking other opinions lol)
đ¸~ loll!! don't worry i have gotten much worse requests than this, this isn't at all awkward. this request seemed fun lol i hope u enjoy! i love u lots and thanks for ur support<33
nsfw ahead, gn!reader, sub!reader
how they'd react to being called daddy/sir during sex~ wammy boys
matt
~ it just slipped from your lips in the heat of the moment. you had been really hazy and a bit delirious and matt had been deep inside you when it just popped out. and yes, it did catch him by surprise for about half a second since he wasn't expecting it and it wasn't something you'd ever called him before. but in the same half a second he was caught off guard, matt decided he loved it. he doesn't say anything about it in the moment, but it was the way you said it, with your shaky voice barely coherent and your pretty eyes crossed, overwhelmed with pleasure. matt takes it as a sign that he's doing a really good job, and best believe he makes it his mission to get one of those out of you again every time you two get intimate. on the other hand, expect pretty relentless teasing about it. matt both finds it amusing and a hell of a turn on how easily he can get you off, how he can make you just lose yourself like that.
~ "hey, matt, can you get that over there for me?"
~ "don't you mean daddy?"
~ "you are the worst."
mello
~ mello is someone who enjoys being in control during sex. so when you moan that in this pathetic, trembling voice, pleading with tears pricking the corners of your eyes for him to keep going, it's really such a rush for him. the brief moment of surprise at the unexpected title is quickly swept away by the surge of pride, almost arrogant in its nature. you've fully surrendered yourself to him; your pleasure is in his hands; you've acknowledged his power over your body. he'll probably get rougher in the moment, and later on in future intimate encounters he'll outright make you say it, denying you any release until you do, over and over and over.
near
~ although near does usually prefer it when you both are equals during sex, he can't help the swell of satisfaction in his heart when you call him that. after all, he has an ego like every other man on this list, and near gets something out of being at least somewhat in control, even in your sexual encounters where he does normally prefer not for anyone to be dominant. it's not like he needs to hear you say it every time, but near certainly doesn't mind when you do. besides, it means you like what he's doing and he's making you feel good, which is what he wants most.
ryuzaki
~ he probably spends the most time being surprised out of anybody else on this list. he doesn't have anything against it- besides, it would probably kill the mood if ryuzaki paused mid-sex to ask about it and what brought it on- but he just is somebody who likes having answers. so he may or may not literally interview you about it later- did he do something different? is that something that might happen again? what prompted you to call him that? he must know, even if you can hardly even sit up or form a full sentence yet.
Heyyyy so glad you are continuing the hazbin writing, so do you think I can get some sfw/nsfw headcanons for Sir Pentious plz stay hydrated love you queenđ
đ˘~ of course! on a hazbin hotel high rn so im always eager when i get reqs for it. i have been so obsessed it's actually a problem
nsfw ahead, written with a fem reader in mind but no pronouns r mentioned
sir pentious as your s/o- sfw+ nsfw
sfw!
~ first of all... he is so thrilled to have actually bagged you. in his eyes, you're the sexiest most awesome person to ever exist. even before you were dating, when he would always feign disdain towards you because he didn't want you to realize his true feelings, that's how he viewed you~ pentious is most definitely bragging to anybody who will listen that you're his partner. including people he's fighting if you're around. he wants everyone to know that he's yours. believe me, everyone gets sick of it quick (besides Charlie, who thinks it's incredibly sweet, and was probably the one who forced him to finally make a move on you). ~ in addition, he is the most loyal guy alive. let him even suspect that someone is trying to hit on him, and pentious is just literally gone. vanished. he does not play that. you are the only one he has eyes for.~ he tends to be a little clingy, though not necessarily in a smothering way. pentious just likes to be around you in general. expect his hand to be around your waist or shoulders most of the time.~ even though you two are officially an item, he still acts as if your relationship is still in the crushing phase. pentious is still really quite awkward and sheepish about asking you on dates. he often gazes at you from a distance, and gets embarrassed when you catch him looking. he likes to sort of act all big and bold like he's the one in charge in front of other people, but honestly, he's scared of you in a hot way. ~ he's tentative for the most part about initiating touch, though when you make it clear that it's fine best believe his hands are all over you (in a totally respectful way of course mostly).~ when you guys are alone pentious is very soft. he is already, honestly, but more so behind closed doors. he lays his head in your lap or on your chest (and usually falls asleep like that). even though he is shy about touching you most of the time, he loves the feeling of your hands on him. like i said, he just enjoys being close to you.~ keeps trying to make you dress like fucking Napoleon??? like i love you but no???~ oh, and of course the egg bois adore you. they'll trail you just as much as they do pentious himself, yapping about who even knows what. if you treat the egg bois particularly kindly, pentious will be that much more in love.
nsfw
~ as we have seen, he isn't too subtle when it comes to wanting intimacy. pentious will kind of just ask you in a way that says he's clearly trying to be discrete and kind of suave and sexy, but he is about as subtle as a brick. the more low-key he tries to be, the more obvious it is what he wantsđ
~ despite his sort of genuine geeky, awkward personality, in the bedroom i feel like it's a whole different story. it's like, wait... "that was actually kind of hot."
~ pentious i imagine is a soft dom. only if you really want it will he hurt you if that's what you're into. he's very careful and slow with it. there's no "quickies" or whatever the hell with him. he loves you, he cares for you, and he wants to make you really feel good. so whenever you both are intimate it's a tender experience in which you are both really genuinely focused on the pleasure of the other, which is rare for sinners in hell.
~ pentious always wants to pleasure you first. this is half because he doesn't want to be selfish and half because he completely falls apart whenever it's you pleasuring him.
~ he loves you and would never forgive himself if he hurt you when you're having sex so his movements are always slow and precise- almost agonizingly so. sometimes you kind of just want him to slam into you like there's no tomorrow, and believe me he wants to, and it's a lot of times hard to resist but he will only be rough if you make it clear that's what you want.
~ him slowly pushing into you and not being able to stifle the broken moan that leaves his lips
~ he whimpers shut up
~ he is just as much a sucker for head as you are. just the sight of you on your knees in front of him has drops of precum forming at the head(s) of his dick(s).
~ best believe your jaw about to be sore as hell but is it worth it to watch him try and resist bucking his hips into your mouth so he doesn't accidentally choke you. the way he tries to praise you but can't keep quiet long enough to form a coherent sentence when he's close. his breathing speeding up and his moans getting a little breathless and whiny
Hi it's me again! I'm so glad you're back to writing again and I just finished Hazbin Hotel myself as well. Anyways reading your first fic for Alastor was so rivetingđđ!! (Since he's my favorite along with Sir Pentious) but I hope you are going to write more for the series cause that would be so cool to see what you have in store for the rest of the characters đđ
hii! yes I absolutely plan to write more for hazbin hotel. feel free 2 send in any ideas for it if u have any!! ty for ur support ilyy<333
đ~ hi!! this is my first fic in so long, im so sorry for disappearing for almost two months ... idk I've been at a loss for motivation for a while. happy new years i guessđ. but it's a story based off of @a-hazbin-reader recent headcanons about alastor (first hazbin hotel writing!! exciting !!) i happened to come across it and immediately saw a fic idea finally. all credits to them and the person who requested the original writing (hope they see this too lololol) !!! also yes my anime writings will also return so yayy im officially back!!
heads up this is super long it's like 15 pages cause ya girl got a little carried away đ i hope you all enjoy and reqs are open for all!
đ˛âŚ(ŕšËâĽËŕš)~ mentions of violence , abuse, bit of blood, alcohol, language, lewd language a little bit at the start, fem!reader
alastor x fem!reader
"Angel. Are you able to draw absolutely anything else?"
The aforementioned spider demon stared straight at Charlie with his brow arched and a shit-eating smirk on his lips. Beside his face he haughtily held up a sheet of paper with one of four hands, a drawing depicting nothing other than a giant penis.
"Nope." He popped the "p."
The hotel residents and employees, including Angel, Husk, Vaggie, Nifty, you, and Alastor were doing Charlie's usual scheduled feel-good activity. The devil's daughter had given out paper and pencils, gathered everyone in a circle and told everyone to draw something that made them happy. And of course Angel Dust, lewd as always, had spent a frankly concerning amount of time drawing the member currently on display on his paper.
Everyone just stared at the drawing in silence. Examining it while Angel continued to hold it up with not an ounce of shame on his face.
"Why is it... anatomically correct?" you finally questioned, tilting your head and squinting at the piece.
Vaggie, sitting beside her girlfriend, let out an exasperated groan, looking from the drawing to Angel with undisguised revulsion. "Angel Dust. First you drew pills, then you drew a liquor bottle, and for the last three goddamn turns we've given you, you've drawn a dick. Come on. Are you even trying-"
"Whadd'ya mean?" Angel asked innocently. "Charlie said to draw somethin' that makes me happy. Dicks make me happy. And as a worker here, you shouldn't be judgin' me," the porn star added smugly, making Vaggie let out an impatient growl.
Business as usual in the Hazbin Hotel.
"Well, I mean, you can't really say he didn't try," Husk deadpanned in a gravelly voice. "I mean, look at the vein-"
Ding dong!
"Oh, wow, hey, someone's at the door!" You'd never seen anyone move as fast as Charlie in that moment, and Vaggie was in close pursuit. In a split second, Nifty's tiny frame was flying after them both.
"Someone's at the door!" Nifty repeated in a high-pitched voice.
"Right. While they're distracted, I need a damn dick- fuck. Drink," Husk snapped, rising from his place on the floor. Angel immediately started laughing while Husk wasted no time lighting into him. "Shut up. You and your fucking anatomically correct dick got into my head," you could hear Husk snarl while Angel's taunting laughs never ceased as they headed off to the bar.
With those two gone, it was just you sitting in the circle, blinking. "Right," you murmured, standing up and dusting yourself off.
"Well, my dear? What did you draw?" came the oh-so-familiar drone of the Radio Demon's voice from the corner of the room. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips at the sound of it, and glanced up to see Alastor standing with his trusty mic stand, beckoning you to come closer. Of course, you obliged.
You scoffed a little, smile turned slightly sarcastic. "Well... I was going to draw you, but Angel suddenly became the Picasso of Penises and I didn't get around to it."
Alastor laughed good-naturedly, wrapping an arm around your waist and planting a gentle kiss on your head. "Ah, always the sentimental one, aren't you, my dear? Well, no matter. It's the thought that counts."
Your smile turned genuine again at his gesture and Alastor noticed. "There's that smile, sweetheart. Now, if you'd just keep it on your face at all times without fail, we could be quite the formidable pair."
You kissed your teeth with mock exasperation and lightly shoved Alastor away. "Oh, here you go again. And I thought we were having a moment. Alastor, my face just cannot stay like yours for that long-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Charlie came rushing back into the room, her sudden entrance startling you a little. She made her way up to you and Alastor. "Hey, um, Y/N? There's a woman at the door who says she's looking for you. She seems really upset."
Your face wrinkled in confusion. Someone looking for you? You weren't friends with anyone really outside the Hotel and those affiliated with it, so you had no clue who would be searching for you. You glanced at Charlie with a "What's going on?" look and with some reluctance pulled away from your boyfriend's grip to follow her.
As you neared the lobby, you heard a distressed-sounding voice in the door, and confusion growing you walked a little faster to the entrance. But before you could even register who the visitor was, she'd thrown her arms around you, fingernails digging painfully into your skin. But the stench of her familiar perfume wafting unwelcomed into your nose, into your mouth, smothering you and strangling you let you know the identity of this woman without even having to see her face.
You instantly stiffened, limbs suddenly like metal rods, not at all softening into her embrace. Your eyes went wide and you could feel your pulse speeding up.
"Mother?"
"My love! Oh, my precious girl!" she cried, pulling out of that suffocating hug for a moment to cup your cheeks in her cold hands, hands that no matter how gently they touched you their touch would always sting. She peered into your eyes with watery ones of her own, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I missed you so, my dear. This is where you've been hiding? I was so dreadfully worried!" Her eyes, always scrutinizing, ran up and down your figure in the way that made you want to tear the flesh from your bones.
"Oh, and I was worried you were starving somewhere. You were such a frail, skinny thing before on Earth. It's a great relief to see you've put some weight on your bones."
And the first stone was thrown.
"Mother." It was the only word you could seem to utter, fighting the urge to throw up, bile collecting in your throat. Her voice was like a slap to the face, and it was only your mother's grip that kept you from actually staggering backward. And how the others were just staring, awed, at the scene, Charlie's eyes sparkling with tears, Vaggie with a hand on her shoulder and a knowing smile, Angel and Husk watching contentedly from a distance, and Nifty clinging to Alastor who was smiling as usual. God, if you didn't vomit right fucking now, you'd be surprised. But you knew what they all saw in their clouded vision- a heartfelt reunion between mother and daughter. But really? It more closely resembled a predator at last capturing its prey.
You really couldn't hear what she was saying over the pounding in your head, but somehow you were in her arms again, and she was fawning and cooing over you like you were a child, showering you with kisses that burned like molten iron and rocking you back and forth. Always she loved to put on a show, loved being the center of attention.
It made you sick.
You managed to come out of your stupor long enough to shove your wailing mother away, unfazed by her crocodile tears. It was like waking up from a haze. She stumbled back slightly, and you backed away, your entire demeanor hardening. Your tone was flat when you spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
You apparently weren't doing that clean a job of masking your emotions, because the venom in your voice caught even you off guard. Your mother looked hurt- that act wasn't new to you, either- and your friends and partner surrounding you shot you disapproving and mildly disgusted looks that clearly wondered why you were being so cold to your own mother. You dropped your eyes to avoid the accusing stares, unable to slow your breathing and fighting the desire to lash out. Charlie looked bewildered and hurt, Angel Dust arched a brow, Husk appeared disapproving and Vaggieâs venomous expression said everything she wanted it to. How dare they look at you like you were the bad guy without knowing shit! She couldn't care less if you lived or died. She was here because she wanted something, and nothing more. Perhaps she heard about your role in the extermination of the Extermination and wanted a piece of the popularity you'd recently found yourself gaining. Or she came because she was probably destitute, the frivolous bitch, and wanted to suck up to either you or the powerful people you were now associated with. Whatever it was, you didn't care. You wanted her gone.
But it was clear she had no intention of leaving.
"All this time, and not one visit. And she never calls," your mother moaned in anguish, now addressing her new audience. "Perhaps I wouldn't have to track you down like a bloodhound if you would just come see your poor mother every once in a while." Her voice was overflowing with hurt and heartbreak you just could feel wasn't genuine. Before you knew it, she had broken down into sobs again, and you could only stand there stiffly, rage boiling, while the always empathetic Charlie moved to comfort the woman, rubbing her back soothingly while she sent Nifty off to get her tissues for her tears. The dirty look Vaggie shot you- "How cruel of you to do this to your innocent mother,â it said- sent heat rushing straight to your chest. Jesus fucking Christ, how could they fall for this shit? Your stomach twisted again, and this time you actually did nearly puke, suppressing a dry heave.
You did not pay any mind to your mother's display- you refused to give her the satisfaction. You turned in the opposite direction, arms folded, nails digging into your skin hard. You felt nothing seeing her cry but bitterness and icy detachment.
"I don't want to see you-"
"Well, now- who do we have here?"
Alastor appeared from the shadows with his sharp-toothed grin, glancing at you first and then your weeping mother. Before you could stifle it, a rush of hope surged through you- if anybody could get this infernal woman to leave, it would be Alastor. You turned towards him, hoping he would see how distressed you were- he was typically fairly perceptive when it came to you and your feelings. But alas, your mother caught his attention first, peering up at the Radio Demon standing over her with teary eyes and wet cheeks, a piteous expression on her face.
"The Radio Demon? Oh, well, a being like you mustn't worry about who I am. I'm just- a poor mother come to visit her daughter. But she... doesn't seem to want to see me." She sighed in a melancholy manner and slowly unburied her face from the tissue she'd been holding. "I suppose I will simply see myself out."
"Oh, nonsense. Y/N's mother, are you? I absolutely cannot allow you to remain on the streets. I insist that you stay." Alastor extended a hand out to your mother, his maniacal smile gone suspiciously gentle. It was disgustingly familiar; it was the smile he reserved normally just for you. "As... abrasive as your daughter may seem at the moment"- you felt him cast a look over at your back turned to him- "I'm sure she wouldn't want you suffering like this. Please, you're welcome to remain here."
You wanted to cry when he said this- could he really not see who this woman was? Did he really think you were just being testy? And when your mother took his hand and held it for much too long, you could take it no longer. And as everyone crowded your mother, showering her with welcomes and greetings and kindness, you pushed past everybody and walked straight out of the hotel doors, the last thing you saw being the tauntingly smug smirk on your mother's face before you slammed the doors behind you.
When you returned to the hotel, drunk, night had fallen. You hadn't seen any of your hotel mates since you'd left, and as far as you knew nobody went after you after your abrupt exit. Who the hell cared about that now, though? You'd talk to them about your deranged mother when you got inside, without her presence. Perhaps Alastor had just been being nice when he told her she could stay, and they hadn't actually been blind to why you were acting the way you were. Maybe they were just being supportive of a guest when they saw you acting out of the ordinary, knowing you usually were never snappy and stony, and still took her side. Maybe so.
You wished you hadn't had so much to drink.The pounding in your head was worse than when your mother had shown up earlier and your eyelids felt heavy. You had tripped a minimum of ten times on the way back and almost let two thugs take you in their car with them. You hated being drunk, but your mother you hated more.
With unsteady hands you pushed open the doors of the Hazbin Hotel, vision blurring a little. You weren't amazing with alcohol, and again, being drunk wasn't your favorite thing. But the moment you entered, you realized you weren't nearly drunk enough.
In the lobby sat your boyfriend, Alastor, enjoying a cup of tea with none other than your mother. The two were laughing together, which incensed you enough, but what made you wish you'd just blacked out at that bar was when you caught sight of your mother's hand on top of Alastor's as they shared a laugh over God knows what.
It didn't take long for the two to notice you in the doorway, a turbulent, unreadable expression on your face, standing as still as a statue as you took in the scene. Your mother turned to you and smiled, waving the hand with the cup of tea in it.
"Why, darling, we hadn't realized you left! Alastor is quite a charming gentleman. We were just having a moment." She slipped her hand from on top of his with a slightly mischievous smile.
Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing. You had no fucking clue how, but somehow your mother had discovered that Alastor and you were an item. She wasn't sitting here with anyone else but Alastor, drinking tea with him, laughing with him, holding his hand. And she was wearing makeup she hadnât had on when sheâd first come in the hotel- red painted on her lips, blush dotted on her cheeks and glitter on her eyelids in a display clearly meant to make an impression on Alastor and Alastor alone. It wouldnât be the first time she'd gone after one of your partners, but it angered you no less- it was like the woman wanted to take your place somehow.
Alastor turned to you as well with a smile, but when he saw the look in your eyes, his brow furrowed ever so slightly. However, he made no comment at your slightly disheveled appearance and picked up his expression once more.Â
âWhy, hello, my dear. Your lovely mother was just telling me about her life before you,â Alastor enthused. âA lively woman she was! Iâve heard story after exciting story. Quite a wild one, indeed- rather unlike you, sweetheart.â
You gave Alastor what could only be described as what is called âthe thousand-yard stare,â expression flat, not knowing really what to say to that. Despite the fact that you were in a bit of a daze still, either from the alcohol or the fact that your mother was on a date with your boyfriend, the haughty, self-superior expression on your motherâs face was not lost on you. Nor were the cow eyes she was giving him, or how when Alastor reached for the teapot to refill his cup her hand was conveniently already on the dish, lingering beneath his for what felt like hours.
She turned to Alastor, looking up at him with that sickly sweet, beaming grin of hers that she always plastered on her face when she was really about to lay it on. âIâm still wild if you ever care to find out,â she purred, batting her lashes at Alastor with an unmistakable air of seduction.Â
Before you could even register it, you heard yourself saying, âGet out.â
Both your mother and Alastor turned to face you, your motherâs face having dropped and Alastorâs eyes piercing into yours.Â
âWhat?â your mother asked, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes. You truly saw red for a moment, knowing damn well those tears were as false as Angelâs lashes, and the twitching in your muscles to just lash out was almost painfully difficult to stifle. Alastorâs smile wavered a little as his eyes darted from you to your blubbering mother, who had already started her shit.
You advanced forward, your stride making your mother jump and Alastor stand, and without hesitation tore her hand from Alastorâs, yanking her arm with force that momentarily startled even you. She was pulled from her chair and forced to stand up.Â
Her voice full of anguish, she pleaded, âBaby girl, what did I do wrong?â However, unmoved by her over-the-top performance, youâd already started dragging her out, not bothering to respond to her or explain why you were throwing her out. She already knew; you could see past the tears and wails and her struggles to pull away from you. Fueled by fury, distress and the afterbuzz of the alcohol, you hauled your protesting mother out of the hotel, pitilessly leaving her outside in the dark, and forcefully slammed the doors behind her. There were muffled screams of your name coming from the other side, her fists pounding on the door, but after a bit they faded away.
The moment she was gone you instantly felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest, slumping against the door with a breath of exertion and relief. But that relief quickly dissipated when you locked eyes with Alastor, who was advancing on you, his smile obviously strained. The way he spat your name at you made you shrink back slightly, realizing that he was actually not pleased.
âYou cannot just throw your own mother out like that. Into the streets? My dear, that is no way to treat your mother. And frankly, itâs rude.â
You felt anger rising once more, but you didnât want to start anything with Alastor despite the fact that he had no idea what he was talking about. Of course it looked simply like bad etiquette from his standpoint; he had no idea who your mother was. And somehow you didnât feel it was proper to tell him- you knew how much he valued his own mother and mothers in general, and as sweet as you had always thought that was, you knew he and his rosy view of maternal relationships wouldnât understand and perhaps not allow for your turbulent relationship with your own mother. And you didnât want to be the one to tarnish his otherwise endearing perspective by explaining how abhorrent of a person your mother was. So despite how much you just wanted to scream at him, to tell him he had no clue what was really going on, you kept your composure, inhaling shakily.
âAlastor, please. You- you donât know what youâre talking about. So just stay out of it, alright?â
âSheâs your mother, not the devil, dear.â Alastorâs tone was back to normal, and he was speaking in his usual radio voice as if he was talking to just anyone, and it made your stomach churn.Â
âSheâs not innocent, Alastor, sheâs in Hell-â
âAh, but so are you and I, sweetheart.â
Your face crumpled, and you found yourself coming up short for a rebuttal. Before you could stop them, tears started to well in your eyes, frustrated that you couldnât get through to him. Out of spite and pride, you blinked them back harshly. Alastor tilted his head and started to come towards you, his mic stand clacking on the ground as he walked, and for a moment you felt a glimmer of hope, thinking that he truly wanted to talk and get to the bottom of your animosity towards your mother.Â
But the Radio Demon breezed right past you and, before you could stop him, opened the door, and your mother whom youâd thought had given up at last and left waltzed right back in, suddenly no longer the aggrieved mother youâd thrown out and back to beaming a mile a minute. The self-assured smirk she sent your way had your blood boiling with rage, and you felt powerless to act. You wanted to slap that smirk off of her face, but why wouldnât she smirk? She had Alastor exactly where she wanted him, and both of you knew it.Â
âI apologize sincerely for the earlier⌠incident,â Alastor told your mother with a note olf sympathy in his voice, and again he took her hand; you had to tear your eyes away, back to the scene.
âArenât you charming!â your mother exclaimed, voice pleasant and upbeat. âDonât even think of it, Iâve already forgotten.â
âYouâre too kind, miss. But in order to make up for it, Iâd like to offer you to spend the night. I would hate to send a lovely woman such as yourself out on the streets of Hell after sundown. I implore you.â
Fucking Christ. You didnât even have to see her to know the way she was grinning at you. Your shoulders tensed, rising to your ears, and the tears burned hot in your eyes. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction, you bit your inner cheek hard enough to draw blood so as to not make the slightest sound alerting her to your tears.
âWhat a kind invitation. Itâs nice to know at least somebody wants me here.â An icy silence from you. âItâd be rather rude not to accept; I would be happy to spend the night.â
âLovely!â Alastor praised.Â
You couldnât take any more. Unable to stifle your sobs, hot tears falling down your cheeks, you tossed back a cracked âIâm going to bed,â and stormed out of the lobby with your head down, rushing upstairs as fast as you could and ignoring Alastorâs calls of your name. Just as you slammed the door to your room, you heard your mother say, âOh, donât worry about her. Let her cool off for a bit, and then Iâll go after her. A mother always knows how to cheer up her child.â
It was quiet now. Hours ago Angel Dust had returned from his work and Charlie and Vaggie had locked up for the night. Nifty had been, though with much effort, put to bed by Husk who had then closed up the bar and retired himself. You didnât know where your mother or Alastor were, and you didnât want to.Â
You were the only one up now, and you had finally run out of tears. Your head was stuffy, your eyes were sore and bloodshot, and you could feel the beginnings of a hangover coming on. It felt like days youâd spent just crying in your bed, unable to suppress the emotion youâd felt since your mother reappeared that morning. Charlie had actually come to check on you earlier, worried, along with Vaggie, but Alastor had told them to let you be for now. Youâd heard their muffled conversation from outside your door.
You just wished Alastor would understand, that they all would understand. Your mother wasnât a mother. She didnât nurture, she didnât love, all she did was belittle you, bully you, and take from you. Yet never once had you been able to figure out what youâd ever done to her. You had tried so hard to help and to please her as a living child, then teenager, then adult- tending to your siblings when she was out on the town, working multiple jobs to take care of the house while she spent the day blackout drunk and the nights in the city, and still desperately believing she would change, you sent her portions of your salary when you grew older and begged her to utilize the money, but she always blew it on material shit. And as if it wasnât enough that you had to be the mother to yourself and your siblings, she beat you too, mostly when she was drunk but sometimes you felt it was just for her amusement or to make you feel small and worthless. As a teenager she did nothing but sabotage you- you couldnât ever have friends over because she was always passed out on the couch or acting erratic and stinking of cheap liquor, and you had to fight like hell to get your siblings out of there after you left home for school. And yet you had still had hope for her.
That all changed when you came to Hell. It was the end of the road for real now, and you figured there was no point trying to reconcile with your mother anymore. So youâd left her in the past, thinking it was over, finally allowing yourself a little peace. But you hadnât realized the extent of the resent youâd been harboring until she showed up at the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel. All those feelings just came rushing back.
Another hour or so passed and your swollen eyes were dried out and heavy-lidded. Exhausted from fretting about your mother and regretting the amount you'd had to drink, you turned over in your bed with a stifled groan and closed your eyes, hoping that sleep would finally find you and you could escape the events of the day at least for a little while. But just as you were drifting off, you were startled by the sound of your bedroom door opening.
You let out a moan that was half confusion and half sleepiness, and rolled over just a little to glance at the door through hazy eyes. âAlastor?â you mumbled questioningly, rubbing your eyes groggily.
But the voice that responded woke you right up.
âNot a chance, pet.â
You sat up instantly, knocking the bedcovers off. In the doorway, a shadowy silhouette in the dimly lit hallway, was your mother. A discordant note of exasperation sounded in your head; the woman couldn't let you be even at this hour? For the moment at least, you were more mildly annoyed than pissed like you were earlier, just wondering what in the hell she could possibly want now.
âWhy are you even-â
You cut yourself off and immediately jumped out of the bed just as your mother lunged at you like a pouncing tigress; you'd sensed the attack in the way she had been moving and acted accordingly before she could maul you. It didn't mean it didn't still catch you off guard, though.
Your voice rising, you snapped, âWhat the hell are you-â
Again you were interrupted when she sprung off the bed and snatched your wrists in her iron grip before you could dodge again; her clasp was tight and bruising and you winced painfully. You caught a glimpse of her eyes in the faint light, and they were inflamed, wild with fury she'd probably been suppressing this whole time. It wasn't a new expression.
âWho the hell do you think you are?â she snarled, voice trembling with fury.Â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â you demanded, tearing your wrists from her grasp and moving a distance away from her so she was on one side of the bed and you were on the other. By the bewildered look on her face, she was clearly not expecting you to break away so effortlessly; maybe thinking she could just abuse you like she did when you were a defenseless child.
Like hell.
âWhat the hell are you even mad at me for?â
Your mother, seething, launched more accusations at you. âYou think you're better than me, now, is it? Saw your sorry ass on the news after that damn Extermination rebellion. Bet it took your ego up a few notches killing those Exorcists, huh? And now that you're in some fancy hotel, dating some powerful boytoy and hiding behind hell's princess, you think you can just get rid of me?â
âApparently fucking not, because here you are. And I'm not hiding. I'm trying to get away from you.â
Your mother let out a bitter, droll laugh. âOh, you think that's how this works?â she hissed in an icy manner, and even though you were already a good distance away you backed up further still. âThink again, whore. I'm the one who deserves to be here, not some ungrateful little cunt who just happened to fall out of me. If I have to live destitute in the back alleys of Hell, so do you.â
The heartless insults and vulgarities she hurled your way would have shattered the living version of you. But it was about time your mother learned that you were no longer the pleading daughter youâd been on Earth, and instead of piercing your heart the names merely bounced off of you.
âYou might recall I spent my whole damn life trying to help you,â you answered with equal coldness. âAnd for nothing, too, because here the hell we both are. Don't blame me because you turned out to be the nothing you always were.â
Without warning, she lunged at you, rushing forward like a charging bull, and though you tried to dodge she managed to snatch a handful of your hair and slam your head into the wall. You let out a cry of shock and pain and spots exploded in front of your vision before you reached up, tore her hand from your head and shoved her forward. You advanced again, teeth bared and fists balled, unwilling to let her get up- but before you could swing, there was a crackle in the air- and what followed was a cacophony of static, crackling, and microphone feedback that would've deafened an elephant. But the sound wasn't new to you, and you weren't surprised in the least when you lifted your eyes to see Alastor, smile maniacal and glowing red eyes wild as he entered the room. The sudden explosion of sound made your mother flinch and clap her hands over her ears, and seeing your opening, you kicked her to the ground; her head hit the wall rather roughly and she lost consciousness, her body going limp. You were breathing heavily, staring at her body sprawled on the ground without pity.
Alastor's eyes lost their luminescence and his smile softened; and he came over to you, attempting to touch you, but you shied away. You weren't necessarily ready to forgive him; if he'd just done a little more pushing and hadn't invited your mother here with you, this could have been avoided. You dropped your eyes to the floor.
âI'm sorry, my dear,â Alastor offered in a voice that was sufficiently staticky. âI wasn't too kind to you today.â
You wanted to say, no shit, but held your tongue, back to him still. Feelings of resent still swirled within you, but admittedly, hearing his apology did make them dissipate a little.
âWhy is it you didn't simply tell me she was like this?â
Now you were silent not out of spite but more becauseâŚyou simply didn't know what to say? Where were you to even begin? How would you explain that you didn't want to somehow tarnish his view of mothers by explaining your history with your own? And that you didn't want him to feel guilty about having a good relationship with his mother while yours was knocked out on the floor in front of you? And that you didn't want him to lose his love of mothers because you were unfortunate enough to have a shitty one?Â
Somehow you managed to splutter all of that into something coherent, because Alastor gathered you in his arms without waiting for your approval, which you didn't mind, finally feeling somewhat okay since your mother had first shown up. You felt his hands in your hair, taming the out of place strands, and he lifted your wrists to his eyes, tutting in disapproval when he saw the bruises beginning to form. He settled for wordlessly kissing the deepening marks gently, but when he spotted the gash on your head where your mother had slammed you into the wall, his smile turned positively venomous. His head did a full 180 on his neck, which always made you cringe, to glare at your groggily awakening mother, who froze in her position on the floor when she caught his alarming gaze.
Alastor turned back to you, static popping in the air, and his smile grew- if that was even possible. âWell, sweetheart? What would you like me to do with her?â
You were frankly tired now of fighting your mother, who had staggered from the ground, rage still evident in her visage but with Alastor present she wasnât about to act. So with a weary sigh, slumping into Alastorâs chest, you muttered, âI just want her gone.â
âAnything you wish.â And within the next few minutes, Alastor had summoned Nifty, who was more than eager to take out the trash, and had the tiny janitor drag your mother from your room by her hair. You lost sight of the two after they left, but by the way Nifty was giggling the entire time she was hauling your mother, you had a feeling the next several hours wouldnât be too enjoyable for her.
Youâd been on edge the whole day, but you didnât quite realize the sheer amount of tension your motherâs presence had placed on you until it was only you and Alastor inside the room. His hand traced soothing circles around your back, and you finally felt like you could breathe.
The morning, after what seemed like centuries, finally did arrive. You were already up although day had barely broken, and that was because the earlier commotion had disturbed the hotel residents and they had literally gotten you and Alastor (who had evidently felt bad enough to spend the rest of the night with you, which he didnât often do for posterity reasons, kissing the side of your head where it was wounded and apologizing once more) up out of bed to barrage you both with an onslaught of questions (and Nifty remaining suspiciously silent save the occasional maniacal giggle). With some reluctance you gave the group a brief explanation of everything that had gone down, Alastor standing beside you with a protective hand on your shoulder. Long story short, everyone basically grasped that theyâd fucked up by allowing your mother in and judging you harshly about it, and before long Charlie was in tears and begging for you to forgive her, Vaggie had admitted her remorse over it, Angel Dust was shifty-eyed and sheepish, and Husk apologized to you formally. You dismissed the apologies with a grateful look, and that seemed to satisfy them all except Charlie, who you had to tell straight out you truly did forgive her at least five times and that only set her off bawling again to the point Vaggie had to carry the girl out.
Alastor, although one couldnât tell by his face, apparently did feel guilty about his involvement in the whole fiasco because he took you out for breakfast and spent the rest of the day with you, and by the time night fell once more your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and your spirits were significantly lifted. It wasnât until the two of you were in bed together (again, your lucky day, you didnât even have to convince him) that he broke the long, contented silence you two had been sharing to inform you curtly:
âYou didnât ruin my opinion of mothers, you know.â
You sat up at this, eyes wide with hope and relief. He rose along with you to meet your gaze.
âI didnât?â
âOh, no. My dear, I love my own mother dearly, but donât think Iâm not aware that others may not have the same relationship with their own mothers. I did admire your resilience, though, and though it really wasnât necessary, I do appreciate your attempt to spare my feelings. If I do say so myselfâ- his hand came to rest on your lower belly- âyou seem like youâd make quite a stellar mother yourself.â
