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Hii! Just a question, will it ever be revealed how reader from partners of death and life died?
I have so many answers to this question HAHAHAHAH.
Simple answer: Unfortunately, no .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.
Medium answer: I wanted to leave it up to the audience to see how they would die and how it could fit them and their interpretation of Reader. Also, I wasn't sure how she died as well. It's blank information in my mind.
Long answer: The joy of fandom is really the community. I feel like I'm playing with dolls with everyone, and Partners! Reader is your doll as well, and if I write out her death, then it'll be cemented that this is how she died. There's going to be no room to wonder how she died or to headcanon how she passed away because it's written.
Reader is YOU and YOU are Reader. I want you guys to really enjoy her because she's a self-insert, and you guys are meant to self-insert :DDD. Same reason as to why I don't specify what type of bird reader is heheh.
There are a few things that I'm not going to write when it comes to Reader and her death is one of them
This is 100% their dynamic, and the funny thing too is that Reader would do this in front of Vox just to flex all over him. A big heh, look at this. Love how the "??" implies that Vox was questioning as to why it's Sa sa le le, and Reader with the period being all definitive that yes, it's 100% sa sa le le.
Alastor is unfazed and in his own world being all irritated at Vox, meanwhile Vox and Reader are flexing at each other.
This is giving me so much inspiration to write right now!! OMG image Reader fixing Darla's hair for her, and those two just bonding, and Reader having to scold Theo and fighting him tooth and nail just to make sure this boy ends up in Heaven. It's during times like this that Reader can be found glaring down (instead of up AHAHAH) and cursing Alastor for dying.
I can see the scene so perfectly in my mind. Reader is combing her hair for her, and fixing the ribbon and they're bonding and talking about Theo and life >~<. And then Reader sees Darla scold Theo about his tie and how he keeps forgetting things, and she just knows Theo is doing it on purpose because Reader also did stuff like that on purpose with Alastor wahahaha
I must have been possesed becuz—how did a doodle turn into a whole ass comic???
Not even done with this comic, and I’m already thinking of making another one. Why do I submit myself in this suffering bru.. The result gonna be fire tho!!(..I hope)
:000000000 DARLA AND THEO AS TEENAGERS?!?!!? I'm excited. I'm so ready for this. I'm so tempted to stop everything I'm doing and finish the fic I'm writing, but alas, life isn't allowing me huhuhuh.
Darla looks so prerrrtttyyyyy. I love how you're able to take her wax hair and bring it into a human version while still making it look the same!!! Gosh you draw Theo so prettily <3<3<3<3
So affy i just decided out of boredom to watch the flu movie (2013) and you tell me why did i just realize that the sole survivor of he cargo (Monsaii) is speaking freaking tagalog, like i got he moment of freeze, all my life from 7 years old i always think that he speak different language turns out its its the language i m familiar with?!!
I totally get that. I was in another country once for a school thing, and me and my friends were speaking English when one of the sales lady went up to us and started speaking in Tagalog, and we were replying in Tagalog as well.
It wasn't until much later that we realized what happened LMAAAOOO. I think we're all just so used to hearing it that it takes us a moment to realize when it's being spoken in a place that's usually not.
Hi! I apologize for the low quality but I just wanted to show you Alastor and reader from ur story in my Tomo island! I tried my best to make her hair look like feathers 🤧 Im doing my best to matchmake them, and just to Lyk, I named her Safina :D inspired by you!!
Her hair look amazing!!! I see the feathery feel HAHAHA. Safina looks so cute, and the name is absolutely so cute as well !!!! I keep seeing so many people play Tomodachi Life that I lowkey want to play it as well!!!
It's nice to know that Alastor and Reader exist in other forms of media. There's something poetic about this, too because this is something Alastor would 100% do HAHAHHA. He'd take extra care to create you in the game, getting each crinkle correct. Alastor just likes existing with you very much. Existing together with you in different forms, different lives.
If you were a worm, Alastor would be one too <3 You could both just be rocks, but as long as you're together, he'd like that very much. LAUNDRY AND TAXES, I SAY. DISHESH AND MORE DISHESH. The quiet. The boring. The simple.
All with you.
I miss writing them,,,,and I am writing them I PROMISE HUHUH. I just,,,need time T_T
Hello!! Do you do paid comms? I kinda wanted to comm you for my bday 🥹
Happy Birthday!!! I hope you'll have an amazing day, and I wish nothing but the best for you :DD
Unfortunately, I don't do paid commissions huhu, but you can drop a request in my inbox! I do have to warn you that there's no guarantee, but I will try to write it :DD
Hii! I hope you are doing well. There was a time you said you were trying to get the things you were writting accurate and I couldn't help but wonderr,what is your majorr??
I am doing very well! A little hot, but still doing very well with my water bottle.
I’m studying biology! I wanted to milk my degree to its fullest HAHAHAHHA. If I’m paying for it, I might as well use it to the fullest.
The melting pile of wax is my OC!! And the Alastor copy is Theodore!—go read the fic “A Child’s Defiance” by @safination for context :). Read “Partners in Death…and Life” while ya at it!!
Thankfully Darla ended up looking adorable, but—DAMN. In the middle of drawing her I kept on questioning everything T-T. Glad I didn’t give up ig…
Coloring Theo was easy, since all I had to do was copy Alastor’s color pallet. But in doing so, I realized how pale Alastor is in certain lightings 0-0. I decided to make Theo’s skin darker cuz it didnt look right making him so pale.
Heheheh, I keep on switching from traditional to digital—my pen pisses me off often tho, so I draw traditionally most of the time. In this drawing specifically, I drew the sketch traditionally and the rest digitally.
Enough with yap!!! Hope you guys like my baby Darla!!💗💗
DARLA IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!! Gosh her concept is sooo unique that I fell in love immediately. The fact that she's a candle is absolutely amazing. The part with her wick is genius. Like,,, it sparking depending on her mood??? Amazing. And it's making me think that she has to keep a hold on her emotions because if she doesn't, she's going to melt!!!
Her candle hair is so beautiful. I love how you've drawn it, and that little frown she has when she's surrounded by the most diabolic people!!! It's cute HAHAHA
Chat chat give me time to cook. GIVE ME TIME TO COOK
Imagine Alastor sighing through his nostrils as you, his heavily pregnant wife, shakes him awake for the 3rd night in a row to ask him if he still finds you attractive because he rolled over in his sleep?
Pairings: Alastor & Son
Summary: After all this time spent separated Alastor and his son with Reader (mentioned) tries to build a bridge to get to know each other. So, his son visits the hotel, but he arrives too early and the staff think he's Alastor.
A/N: I dedicate this fic to @lovviipriince because you are fueling me, and the comic your drew of Theodore inspired me so much that I had to write a whole fic with him. Shoutout to @jaguarguard for naming Theodore, Theodore.
Also, I'm in the second week of classes, and I know how to differentiate a male cockroach from a female one. -10000/10 would not recommend unless you're into staring at cockroach ass. Updates will be slow but there will be updates
For more context: |A Child's Defiance|
Charlie takes a moment to straighten her bowtie, pulling on the edges for good measure. Today is going to be important, for Charlie is determined for this day to be the start of a no-incident day. The hotel has experienced some type of shenanigan, but that stops today.
So, that means everything has to go right.
And luck must be by her side because Alastor rounds the corner.
There’s a small smile on his face, so different from the sharp grin he’s usually known for. His eyes dart around the hallway, observing the paintings and decoration as if he’s never seen them before.
Charlie hops onto his path with a giant smile. “Gooooood morning!” she says, with a little music to her voice. It’s only then does she realize that Alastor is wearing some type of fedora. “I’m loving the hat, by the way.”
Alastor glances at the hat on his head like he’s forgotten it was there.
It’s good that Charlie made sure to greet the thing, for everyone surely likes it when they’re complimented . . . right?
Right!
“Good morning to you as well, Princess Charlotte,” Alastor says, smile still so small and polite. “I enjoy my hat as well.”
“Charlie,” she says, a little automatically because this was a small game that Alastor seemed to like to play with her. He would call her by her full name, and Charlie would always correct him because they were just friends like that. Inside jokes and all. “Just Charlie.”
“Oh . . .,” he says, blinking a little. “Then a good morning to you as well, Charlie.”
Charlie doesn’t quite know what to do with that, for Alastor has never gone off script today. He’s being so polite this morning, and maybe, just maybe¸ she could push her luck just a little more.
One day.
That’s all she needed.
“Sooooooo just to remind you, but I’ll be doing our usual greetings before lunch,” she says. It’s important that she get to know each guest. “Can I count on you to be in the lobby with me?”
Alastor hums a little, annoyingly dragging out his answer. “Very well.”
“You’ll . . . You’ll be there?” Charlie doesn’t know why she sounds so surprised.
“I believe I just agreed to your request.”
“No tricks?”
“No tricks.”
Charlie gets a little too excited, and jumps into Alastor for an excited hug. It’s a squeal that comes out of her lips. “I promise it’ll be so fun!”
“Oh! A hug.” Alastor returns her hug, pulling her into him just as tightly as she does. “This is . . . nice.”
Charlie laughs a little. “Is it?”
“I’m not actually sure," he says. "They're just hugs."
Today will definitely be a good day.
Everything needs to be perfect for Charlie today. That’s one of the many reasons as to why Vaggi willingly hunts Alastor down. She spots him roaming around the halls of the hotel, whistling some kind of happy tune.
It’s simple to step into his path, bracing herself to start a conversation with Alastor. “The hat’s new.”
Now . . . that’s not really the first thing she meant to say, but she’s never seen him wear a hat before, not has she seen him with a tie.
“I’ve always had this,” Alastor says, a little simple as he raises an eyebrow at her. “Hmmmmm, I suppose I have no use for it anymore. It does cramp my ears, but I don’t really need to hide them anymore.”
Vaggi rolls her eyes a little. “Since when did you try to hide them?”
“Since the beginning,” he says, still a little simply. It’s unusual to see him without that annoying flare. “I wasn’t too keen to be associated with that man.” Alastor’s face scrunches a little, before a sigh escapes him. “But that’s before I realized Mother was running around here this whole time.”
Vaggie isn’t surprised that Alastor’s mother was in Hell as well. It just seemed like a family thing. “Uhhhhh okay?”
“But I suppose it’s good to show a little bit of good faith,” he says, placing a hand on his chin to think. “The hat does cramp my ears quite a bite. It’s decided then—you can have it since you’re so interested in it.”
Vaggie doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about, but half of what Alastor says never makes sense anyway.
Alastor pulls off his hair with a flare . . . and he does it with a more awkward one instead of his usual bright one. “I don’t know how he does it,” he says, grumbling a little at his awkward movements. “But the bow on this one matches the color of yours.”
Without the hat, Vaggie can see that he parted his hair differently today, and apparently decided to curl it as well. It’s quite different from his usual straight style. Still, Vaggi is neither interested or foolish enough to mention it.
Vaggi braces herself for Alastor to slam the fedora onto her head, but he drops it lightly instead, adjusting the edges around her so that it doesn’t disrupt her bow.
That small smile of his quirks just a little higher, but it clashes with the absolute dead look in his eyes. It almost reminds her of a dead fish.
There’s a moment where Vaggi is about to tell him to take the hat back, but her eyes linger on his tie clip instead. She’s never seen Alastor wear a tie clip, but when leaned down to straighten the hat, she can’t help but notice it.
Alastor follows her gaze. “Are you curious about it.”
“Not even remotely.”
“Very well,” Alastor says, taking a step back when he finished adjusting the hat on her head. “I think it looks quite nice on you.”
“I . . .” Vaggi takes a moment. “What?”
She’s so confused.
There’s this moment where Alastor sighs, looking a little tired of this conversation, but that polite smile of his neve wavers. “Mother gave me something like this as a present. It was her last one to me,” he says. “Apparently, it belonged to her husband. It was a habit to carry it around, and I just brought that habit with me in death.”
“That’s . . .” Vaggi blinks at him. “That’s it?”
Alastor tils his head all the way to the side, and his ears flop a little as he does. “Was there supposed to be more?”
“No winding backstory?”
“. . . Did you want one?”
“Niffty is stuck inside the toilet again,” Vaggi says instead. “Can you grab her?”
The corner of his eye twitches a little. “Do I have to?”
“Yes!”
Alastor slumps a little, and she swears she sees him frown a bit. Weird, but she’s knows better than to press her luck with Alastor, lest he decides to add a winding backstroy this time.
Niffty is still dripping wet when the stranger pulls her out of the toilet. She stares at him, and that small smile is what she gets in return. “You’re not Alastor.”
This stranger looked similar enough to Alastor though.
They had the same red hair, and the same fluffy ears that twitched whenever he was annoyed, and this stranger’s ears were definitely twitching.
But there were some differences as well, like the curls on his head and the fact that he had glasses instead of a monocle.
The stranger gently lands her on the floor, and there’s an honest frown on his lips. “I’m not really trying to be.”
Niffty thinks for a moment. “Do you like my bugs?”
“Not really.”
It clicks right then and there. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she says. “You’re just like your mother—she said the same thing.”
Theodore’s smile brightens immediately. “Am I really?”
“Not really.”
Niffty waves at him as she scurries off to kill more pests.
She had an important job to do.
One day.
That’s all Charlie needed, because one day could turn into two then into three. So, she needed one day where everything went right in the hotel.
And there was a moment where it did.
Alastor was there with her, greeting those who were checking in with a politeness she’s never known him for, and a firm handshake. Charlie had a feeling that her one good day could actually come true.
. . . Of course, that’s when her dad finally decided to settle the score with Alastor, and drop a buck of water right on top of his head.
The force of the water crashes Alastor to the ground, and he’s lying there, looking like a grumpy wet kitten, with a very, very, defeated look on his face. It seems he’s keen on staying on the ground, that bucket still on his head for some reason.
“I’m a little hurt you excluded me from all the fun!”
Charlie turns to look . . . and sees Alastor, standing by the door with a wide smile on his face and looking dry.
Charlie blinks a little. “Alastor?”
Alastor waves his hands in the most annoyingly dramatic flare she’s ever seen. “That’s my name!”
“Wait!” she says, then points to the stranger on the floor. “Then who the fuck is that?”
The real Alastor steps towards the imposter, skipping the puddles of water, to pick him up by the scruff, showing him off like a kitten. Even as he’s determined to sag into the floor. “This is my son,” he says, a little happily. “Say hello, Theodore.”
“Hello,” Theodore says, waving at her with a bucket still on his head. “Just Theo will do.”
Theo makes no movement to stand, seemingly content to be held up by Alastor, even as it only reinforces the image of a soaking kitten.
Charlie scratches the back of her neck. “I thought he was you.”
She’ll yell at her dad later, but the revelation that Alastor had a son made her freeze. It’s a bit embarrassing now that she thought about it, she made Theo run around the hotel as a host just because she thought he was Alastor.
Alastor opens his mouth to speak, but the sound of a record scratching interrupts him. It scratches the air as soon as he spots Vaggi. “I didn’t think the hotel would be so cruel to take my son’s hat.”
Vaggi pulls the hat closer to her, taking a step away from Alastor. “It was a gift.”
Alastor pulls Theo just a little higher to meet the bucket around his face. “That was yours,” he says, raising his eyebrows a little. “Yet you gave it away?”
Theo’s voice echoes a little. “I don’t want to hide my ears anymore.”
Alastor laughs into the air, and Charlie swears that his smile softens around the edges. “I see that prank was meant for me,” he says. “But even that Brain Dead King should have known that we look nothing alike.”
Theo shakes his head to deny what Alastor said, and the bucket clinks a little. In the end it’s Alastor’s shadow that removes the metal bucket around his head. Alastor’s shadow curls around Theo trying and failing to dry the poor guy.
There’s a bored expression on Theo’s face.
“Loot at him,” Alastor says, all she sees is more similarities than differences. “He’s just like his mother!”
I lovee itt so muuuchhh!! Soo happiii rn—giggling and kicking my feet, myy gosshhh!
(Funny, becuzz when I was drawing Theo, I was wondering if you would ever write a fic aboutt him—and to my shock, ya did!!! I had so much funn drawing Theo, so chances are, I’m gonna draw him more oftenn hehehheh)
Alsoo….Soft launching the idea of making an oc, with the soul purpose of shipping them with Theo👀(I feel like a parent pairing my child with a friend’s son XD)
IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE IT. Your art of Theo actually inspired me so so much HAHAH. I’m glad you had fun drawing him :D
Listen listen. Soft launch? How about A HARD LAUNCH!! I would love to see an OC because I too would ship him with Theo. I too feel like a parent shipping my child with a friend.
The fun of fandoms is the community and I get so much enjoyment playing with everyone!!!!
Pairings: Alastor & Son
Summary: After all this time spent separated Alastor and his son with Reader (mentioned) tries to build a bridge to get to know each other. So, his son visits the hotel, but he arrives too early and the staff think he's Alastor.
A/N: I dedicate this fic to @lovviipriince because you are fueling me, and the comic your drew of Theodore inspired me so much that I had to write a whole fic with him. Shoutout to @jaguarguard for naming Theodore, Theodore.
Also, I'm in the second week of classes, and I know how to differentiate a male cockroach from a female one. -10000/10 would not recommend unless you're into staring at cockroach ass. Updates will be slow but there will be updates
For more context: |A Child's Defiance|
Charlie takes a moment to straighten her bowtie, pulling on the edges for good measure. Today is going to be important, for Charlie is determined for this day to be the start of a no-incident day. The hotel has experienced some type of shenanigan, but that stops today.
So, that means everything has to go right.
And luck must be by her side because Alastor rounds the corner.
There’s a small smile on his face, so different from the sharp grin he’s usually known for. His eyes dart around the hallway, observing the paintings and decoration as if he’s never seen them before.
Charlie hops onto his path with a giant smile. “Gooooood morning!” she says, with a little music to her voice. It’s only then does she realize that Alastor is wearing some type of fedora. “I’m loving the hat, by the way.”
Alastor glances at the hat on his head like he’s forgotten it was there.
It’s good that Charlie made sure to greet the thing, for everyone surely likes it when they’re complimented . . . right?
Right!
“Good morning to you as well, Princess Charlotte,” Alastor says, smile still so small and polite. “I enjoy my hat as well.”
“Charlie,” she says, a little automatically because this was a small game that Alastor seemed to like to play with her. He would call her by her full name, and Charlie would always correct him because they were just friends like that. Inside jokes and all. “Just Charlie.”
“Oh . . .,” he says, blinking a little. “Then a good morning to you as well, Charlie.”
Charlie doesn’t quite know what to do with that, for Alastor has never gone off script today. He’s being so polite this morning, and maybe, just maybe¸ she could push her luck just a little more.
One day.
That’s all she needed.
“Sooooooo just to remind you, but I’ll be doing our usual greetings before lunch,” she says. It’s important that she get to know each guest. “Can I count on you to be in the lobby with me?”
Alastor hums a little, annoyingly dragging out his answer. “Very well.”
“You’ll . . . You’ll be there?” Charlie doesn’t know why she sounds so surprised.
“I believe I just agreed to your request.”
“No tricks?”
“No tricks.”
Charlie gets a little too excited, and jumps into Alastor for an excited hug. It’s a squeal that comes out of her lips. “I promise it’ll be so fun!”
“Oh! A hug.” Alastor returns her hug, pulling her into him just as tightly as she does. “This is . . . nice.”
Charlie laughs a little. “Is it?”
“I’m not actually sure," he says. "They're just hugs."
Today will definitely be a good day.
Everything needs to be perfect for Charlie today. That’s one of the many reasons as to why Vaggi willingly hunts Alastor down. She spots him roaming around the halls of the hotel, whistling some kind of happy tune.
It’s simple to step into his path, bracing herself to start a conversation with Alastor. “The hat’s new.”
Now . . . that’s not really the first thing she meant to say, but she’s never seen him wear a hat before, not has she seen him with a tie.
“I’ve always had this,” Alastor says, a little simple as he raises an eyebrow at her. “Hmmmmm, I suppose I have no use for it anymore. It does cramp my ears, but I don’t really need to hide them anymore.”
Vaggi rolls her eyes a little. “Since when did you try to hide them?”
“Since the beginning,” he says, still a little simply. It’s unusual to see him without that annoying flare. “I wasn’t too keen to be associated with that man.” Alastor’s face scrunches a little, before a sigh escapes him. “But that’s before I realized Mother was running around here this whole time.”
Vaggie isn’t surprised that Alastor’s mother was in Hell as well. It just seemed like a family thing. “Uhhhhh okay?”
“But I suppose it’s good to show a little bit of good faith,” he says, placing a hand on his chin to think. “The hat does cramp my ears quite a bite. It’s decided then—you can have it since you’re so interested in it.”
Vaggie doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about, but half of what Alastor says never makes sense anyway.
Alastor pulls off his hair with a flare . . . and he does it with a more awkward one instead of his usual bright one. “I don’t know how he does it,” he says, grumbling a little at his awkward movements. “But the bow on this one matches the color of yours.”
Without the hat, Vaggie can see that he parted his hair differently today, and apparently decided to curl it as well. It’s quite different from his usual straight style. Still, Vaggi is neither interested or foolish enough to mention it.
Vaggi braces herself for Alastor to slam the fedora onto her head, but he drops it lightly instead, adjusting the edges around her so that it doesn’t disrupt her bow.
That small smile of his quirks just a little higher, but it clashes with the absolute dead look in his eyes. It almost reminds her of a dead fish.
There’s a moment where Vaggi is about to tell him to take the hat back, but her eyes linger on his tie clip instead. She’s never seen Alastor wear a tie clip, but when leaned down to straighten the hat, she can’t help but notice it.
Alastor follows her gaze. “Are you curious about it.”
“Not even remotely.”
“Very well,” Alastor says, taking a step back when he finished adjusting the hat on her head. “I think it looks quite nice on you.”
“I . . .” Vaggi takes a moment. “What?”
She’s so confused.
There’s this moment where Alastor sighs, looking a little tired of this conversation, but that polite smile of his neve wavers. “Mother gave me something like this as a present. It was her last one to me,” he says. “Apparently, it belonged to her husband. It was a habit to carry it around, and I just brought that habit with me in death.”
“That’s . . .” Vaggi blinks at him. “That’s it?”
Alastor tils his head all the way to the side, and his ears flop a little as he does. “Was there supposed to be more?”
“No winding backstory?”
“. . . Did you want one?”
“Niffty is stuck inside the toilet again,” Vaggi says instead. “Can you grab her?”
The corner of his eye twitches a little. “Do I have to?”
“Yes!”
Alastor slumps a little, and she swears she sees him frown a bit. Weird, but she’s knows better than to press her luck with Alastor, lest he decides to add a winding backstroy this time.
Niffty is still dripping wet when the stranger pulls her out of the toilet. She stares at him, and that small smile is what she gets in return. “You’re not Alastor.”
This stranger looked similar enough to Alastor though.
They had the same red hair, and the same fluffy ears that twitched whenever he was annoyed, and this stranger’s ears were definitely twitching.
But there were some differences as well, like the curls on his head and the fact that he had glasses instead of a monocle.
The stranger gently lands her on the floor, and there’s an honest frown on his lips. “I’m not really trying to be.”
Niffty thinks for a moment. “Do you like my bugs?”
“Not really.”
It clicks right then and there. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she says. “You’re just like your mother—she said the same thing.”
Theodore’s smile brightens immediately. “Am I really?”
“Not really.”
Niffty waves at him as she scurries off to kill more pests.
She had an important job to do.
One day.
That’s all Charlie needed, because one day could turn into two then into three. So, she needed one day where everything went right in the hotel.
And there was a moment where it did.
Alastor was there with her, greeting those who were checking in with a politeness she’s never known him for, and a firm handshake. Charlie had a feeling that her one good day could actually come true.
. . . Of course, that’s when her dad finally decided to settle the score with Alastor, and drop a buck of water right on top of his head.
The force of the water crashes Alastor to the ground, and he’s lying there, looking like a grumpy wet kitten, with a very, very, defeated look on his face. It seems he’s keen on staying on the ground, that bucket still on his head for some reason.
“I’m a little hurt you excluded me from all the fun!”
Charlie turns to look . . . and sees Alastor, standing by the door with a wide smile on his face and looking dry.
Charlie blinks a little. “Alastor?”
Alastor waves his hands in the most annoyingly dramatic flare she’s ever seen. “That’s my name!”
“Wait!” she says, then points to the stranger on the floor. “Then who the fuck is that?”
The real Alastor steps towards the imposter, skipping the puddles of water, to pick him up by the scruff, showing him off like a kitten. Even as he’s determined to sag into the floor. “This is my son,” he says, a little happily. “Say hello, Theodore.”
“Hello,” Theodore says, waving at her with a bucket still on his head. “Just Theo will do.”
Theo makes no movement to stand, seemingly content to be held up by Alastor, even as it only reinforces the image of a soaking kitten.
Charlie scratches the back of her neck. “I thought he was you.”
She’ll yell at her dad later, but the revelation that Alastor had a son made her freeze. It’s a bit embarrassing now that she thought about it, she made Theo run around the hotel as a host just because she thought he was Alastor.
Alastor opens his mouth to speak, but the sound of a record scratching interrupts him. It scratches the air as soon as he spots Vaggi. “I didn’t think the hotel would be so cruel to take my son’s hat.”
Vaggi pulls the hat closer to her, taking a step away from Alastor. “It was a gift.”
Alastor pulls Theo just a little higher to meet the bucket around his face. “That was yours,” he says, raising his eyebrows a little. “Yet you gave it away?”
Theo’s voice echoes a little. “I don’t want to hide my ears anymore.”
Alastor laughs into the air, and Charlie swears that his smile softens around the edges. “I see that prank was meant for me,” he says. “But even that Brain Dead King should have known that we look nothing alike.”
Theo shakes his head to deny what Alastor said, and the bucket clinks a little. In the end it’s Alastor’s shadow that removes the metal bucket around his head. Alastor’s shadow curls around Theo trying and failing to dry the poor guy.
There’s a bored expression on Theo’s face.
“Loot at him,” Alastor says, all she sees is more similarities than differences. “He’s just like his mother!”
He's like, wow, I'm really being brought straight into everything! Unsure why everyone seems so keen to get me to do things considering I've not been here before but alr ig.
Man I fear the 'looking like Alastor ' truly is punishment for everyone involved.
He is such a silly goose!! Just like his parents. (Alastor and you) That’s the boy you named!!!
Everywhere he went the staff kept telling him to do his job, and he’s like ??????? I don’t work here????? but sure I guess!! You get a hug. You get a hat!!!
Imagine coming to Hell and everyone mistaking you for a father you aren’t very interested in because he died when you were young. I just know if Vox saw Theo, it would’ve been very dangerous for him.
Pairings: Alastor & Son
Summary: After all this time spent separated Alastor and his son with Reader (mentioned) tries to build a bridge to get to know each other. So, his son visits the hotel, but he arrives too early and the staff think he's Alastor.
A/N: I dedicate this fic to @lovviipriince because you are fueling me, and the comic your drew of Theodore inspired me so much that I had to write a whole fic with him. Shoutout to @jaguarguard for naming Theodore, Theodore.
Also, I'm in the second week of classes, and I know how to differentiate a male cockroach from a female one. -10000/10 would not recommend unless you're into staring at cockroach ass. Updates will be slow but there will be updates
For more context: |A Child's Defiance|
Charlie takes a moment to straighten her bowtie, pulling on the edges for good measure. Today is going to be important, for Charlie is determined for this day to be the start of a no-incident day. The hotel has experienced some type of shenanigan, but that stops today.
So, that means everything has to go right.
And luck must be by her side because Alastor rounds the corner.
There’s a small smile on his face, so different from the sharp grin he’s usually known for. His eyes dart around the hallway, observing the paintings and decoration as if he’s never seen them before.
Charlie hops onto his path with a giant smile. “Gooooood morning!” she says, with a little music to her voice. It’s only then does she realize that Alastor is wearing some type of fedora. “I’m loving the hat, by the way.”
Alastor glances at the hat on his head like he’s forgotten it was there.
It’s good that Charlie made sure to greet the thing, for everyone surely likes it when they’re complimented . . . right?
Right!
“Good morning to you as well, Princess Charlotte,” Alastor says, smile still so small and polite. “I enjoy my hat as well.”
“Charlie,” she says, a little automatically because this was a small game that Alastor seemed to like to play with her. He would call her by her full name, and Charlie would always correct him because they were just friends like that. Inside jokes and all. “Just Charlie.”
“Oh . . .,” he says, blinking a little. “Then a good morning to you as well, Charlie.”
Charlie doesn’t quite know what to do with that, for Alastor has never gone off script today. He’s being so polite this morning, and maybe, just maybe¸ she could push her luck just a little more.
One day.
That’s all she needed.
“Sooooooo just to remind you, but I’ll be doing our usual greetings before lunch,” she says. It’s important that she get to know each guest. “Can I count on you to be in the lobby with me?”
Alastor hums a little, annoyingly dragging out his answer. “Very well.”
“You’ll . . . You’ll be there?” Charlie doesn’t know why she sounds so surprised.
“I believe I just agreed to your request.”
“No tricks?”
“No tricks.”
Charlie gets a little too excited, and jumps into Alastor for an excited hug. It’s a squeal that comes out of her lips. “I promise it’ll be so fun!”
“Oh! A hug.” Alastor returns her hug, pulling her into him just as tightly as she does. “This is . . . nice.”
Charlie laughs a little. “Is it?”
“I’m not actually sure," he says. "They're just hugs."
Today will definitely be a good day.
Everything needs to be perfect for Charlie today. That’s one of the many reasons as to why Vaggi willingly hunts Alastor down. She spots him roaming around the halls of the hotel, whistling some kind of happy tune.
It’s simple to step into his path, bracing herself to start a conversation with Alastor. “The hat’s new.”
Now . . . that’s not really the first thing she meant to say, but she’s never seen him wear a hat before, not has she seen him with a tie.
“I’ve always had this,” Alastor says, a little simple as he raises an eyebrow at her. “Hmmmmm, I suppose I have no use for it anymore. It does cramp my ears, but I don’t really need to hide them anymore.”
Vaggi rolls her eyes a little. “Since when did you try to hide them?”
“Since the beginning,” he says, still a little simply. It’s unusual to see him without that annoying flare. “I wasn’t too keen to be associated with that man.” Alastor’s face scrunches a little, before a sigh escapes him. “But that’s before I realized Mother was running around here this whole time.”
Vaggie isn’t surprised that Alastor’s mother was in Hell as well. It just seemed like a family thing. “Uhhhhh okay?”
“But I suppose it’s good to show a little bit of good faith,” he says, placing a hand on his chin to think. “The hat does cramp my ears quite a bite. It’s decided then—you can have it since you’re so interested in it.”
Vaggie doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about, but half of what Alastor says never makes sense anyway.
Alastor pulls off his hair with a flare . . . and he does it with a more awkward one instead of his usual bright one. “I don’t know how he does it,” he says, grumbling a little at his awkward movements. “But the bow on this one matches the color of yours.”
Without the hat, Vaggie can see that he parted his hair differently today, and apparently decided to curl it as well. It’s quite different from his usual straight style. Still, Vaggi is neither interested or foolish enough to mention it.
Vaggi braces herself for Alastor to slam the fedora onto her head, but he drops it lightly instead, adjusting the edges around her so that it doesn’t disrupt her bow.
That small smile of his quirks just a little higher, but it clashes with the absolute dead look in his eyes. It almost reminds her of a dead fish.
There’s a moment where Vaggi is about to tell him to take the hat back, but her eyes linger on his tie clip instead. She’s never seen Alastor wear a tie clip, but when leaned down to straighten the hat, she can’t help but notice it.
Alastor follows her gaze. “Are you curious about it.”
“Not even remotely.”
“Very well,” Alastor says, taking a step back when he finished adjusting the hat on her head. “I think it looks quite nice on you.”
“I . . .” Vaggi takes a moment. “What?”
She’s so confused.
There’s this moment where Alastor sighs, looking a little tired of this conversation, but that polite smile of his neve wavers. “Mother gave me something like this as a present. It was her last one to me,” he says. “Apparently, it belonged to her husband. It was a habit to carry it around, and I just brought that habit with me in death.”
“That’s . . .” Vaggi blinks at him. “That’s it?”
Alastor tils his head all the way to the side, and his ears flop a little as he does. “Was there supposed to be more?”
“No winding backstory?”
“. . . Did you want one?”
“Niffty is stuck inside the toilet again,” Vaggi says instead. “Can you grab her?”
The corner of his eye twitches a little. “Do I have to?”
“Yes!”
Alastor slumps a little, and she swears she sees him frown a bit. Weird, but she’s knows better than to press her luck with Alastor, lest he decides to add a winding backstroy this time.
Niffty is still dripping wet when the stranger pulls her out of the toilet. She stares at him, and that small smile is what she gets in return. “You’re not Alastor.”
This stranger looked similar enough to Alastor though.
They had the same red hair, and the same fluffy ears that twitched whenever he was annoyed, and this stranger’s ears were definitely twitching.
But there were some differences as well, like the curls on his head and the fact that he had glasses instead of a monocle.
The stranger gently lands her on the floor, and there’s an honest frown on his lips. “I’m not really trying to be.”
Niffty thinks for a moment. “Do you like my bugs?”
“Not really.”
It clicks right then and there. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she says. “You’re just like your mother—she said the same thing.”
Theodore’s smile brightens immediately. “Am I really?”
“Not really.”
Niffty waves at him as she scurries off to kill more pests.
She had an important job to do.
One day.
That’s all Charlie needed, because one day could turn into two then into three. So, she needed one day where everything went right in the hotel.
And there was a moment where it did.
Alastor was there with her, greeting those who were checking in with a politeness she’s never known him for, and a firm handshake. Charlie had a feeling that her one good day could actually come true.
. . . Of course, that’s when her dad finally decided to settle the score with Alastor, and drop a buck of water right on top of his head.
The force of the water crashes Alastor to the ground, and he’s lying there, looking like a grumpy wet kitten, with a very, very, defeated look on his face. It seems he’s keen on staying on the ground, that bucket still on his head for some reason.
“I’m a little hurt you excluded me from all the fun!”
Charlie turns to look . . . and sees Alastor, standing by the door with a wide smile on his face and looking dry.
Charlie blinks a little. “Alastor?”
Alastor waves his hands in the most annoyingly dramatic flare she’s ever seen. “That’s my name!”
“Wait!” she says, then points to the stranger on the floor. “Then who the fuck is that?”
The real Alastor steps towards the imposter, skipping the puddles of water, to pick him up by the scruff, showing him off like a kitten. Even as he’s determined to sag into the floor. “This is my son,” he says, a little happily. “Say hello, Theodore.”
“Hello,” Theodore says, waving at her with a bucket still on his head. “Just Theo will do.”
Theo makes no movement to stand, seemingly content to be held up by Alastor, even as it only reinforces the image of a soaking kitten.
Charlie scratches the back of her neck. “I thought he was you.”
She’ll yell at her dad later, but the revelation that Alastor had a son made her freeze. It’s a bit embarrassing now that she thought about it, she made Theo run around the hotel as a host just because she thought he was Alastor.
Alastor opens his mouth to speak, but the sound of a record scratching interrupts him. It scratches the air as soon as he spots Vaggi. “I didn’t think the hotel would be so cruel to take my son’s hat.”
Vaggi pulls the hat closer to her, taking a step away from Alastor. “It was a gift.”
Alastor pulls Theo just a little higher to meet the bucket around his face. “That was yours,” he says, raising his eyebrows a little. “Yet you gave it away?”
Theo’s voice echoes a little. “I don’t want to hide my ears anymore.”
Alastor laughs into the air, and Charlie swears that his smile softens around the edges. “I see that prank was meant for me,” he says. “But even that Brain Dead King should have known that we look nothing alike.”
Theo shakes his head to deny what Alastor said, and the bucket clinks a little. In the end it’s Alastor’s shadow that removes the metal bucket around his head. Alastor’s shadow curls around Theo trying and failing to dry the poor guy.
There’s a bored expression on Theo’s face.
“Loot at him,” Alastor says, all she sees is more similarities than differences. “He’s just like his mother!”
He's like, wow, I'm really being brought straight into everything! Unsure why everyone seems so keen to get me to do things considering I've not been here before but alr ig.
Man I fear the 'looking like Alastor ' truly is punishment for everyone involved.
He is such a silly goose!! Just like his parents. (Alastor and you) That’s the boy you named!!!
Everywhere he went the staff kept telling him to do his job, and he’s like ??????? I don’t work here????? but sure I guess!! You get a hug. You get a hat!!!
Imagine coming to Hell and everyone mistaking you for a father you aren’t very interested in because he died when you were young. I just know if Vox saw Theo, it would’ve been very dangerous for him.
