#around there

[selineram3421]

*is now craving sushi* Dang. 🍣

Other Worldly

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, food mentions-seaweed, song lyrics Drift Away-Trillian ⚠

Alastor took the mer up to their hotel room, the halls empty as he made another water pun, which earned him a fin slap to the face.

"I could drop you, you know?", he said but continued to carry them towards the bathtub.

Setting them down gently, he made sure to get a towel and put it somewhere within reach for them to take when their legs returned.

"There you are dear!", he said before standing up straight. "I'll leave you here now. Don't try to get up too soon, you'll just flop right over!", he laughed and turned to leave.

"Wait.", they spoke softly.

Like an exciting rush, he felt chills run down his back as his body followed the command.

"Don't tell anyone about what you saw..", they paused. "Or what you heard from me. Please."

As soon as they were finished, the 'spell' had broken and he was able to move again. Glancing over his shoulder, the Radio Demon snapped his fingers and his coat was clear of the water spots they had left on him.

"Very well.", he said and began closing the bathroom door. "This will stay our little secret~", he placed a finger over his lips before shutting the door.

He stood there for a moment, hearing the mer let out a sigh before the water turned on.

Satisfied with his findings, the deer demon left their hotel room, making sure to lock the door before closing it.

As he made his way to his radio tower, he thought of ways to get the aquatic demon to sing around him.

I should ease their worries somehow.. He thought. I wonder if there is a way to lure a siren.

.

You hated the transition of your legs returning.

Every time, you felt like your tail was being torn apart. Your scales felt like needles piercing into you when they sunk back into your skin. The webbing on your fingers was the only thing that didn't hurt much, but your hands would cramp a few times the day after.

This is annoying. You thought as you dried yourself completely after taking a bath.

Next was the hard part.

Grabbing the edge of the tub, you slowly stood up. Your feet feeling like you walked many miles without rest, aching as you stepped onto the tile floor.

It hurt.

Step by step, it felt like you were walking on glass, thorns, or hot coal as you made your way into your room to get dressed.

As soon as you could, you dropped onto your bed with a whine, staying there for a moment before crawling under the covers. After turning off the lamp on the nightstand, you hoped that the red dressed demon wouldn't say anything of what he saw.

Yes, you told him a command but the other half was a plea.

Let's not worry about it. He did say it would be our secret. You thought before going to sleep.

The next day was a little odd.

After getting breakfast, the smiling demon began talking to you like you were old friends.

It confused you.

What did he have to gain from talking to a quiet person? There was nothing you could say without hypnotizing him.

.

It was simple.

All he had to do was get them used to him and they'd be comfortable enough to let their guard down.

What better way to do it other than talking?

Food.

Throughout a few weeks, the Radio Demon experimented with all kinds of food. Taking notice of their expressions and the amount of food that they left on their plate. Later, he noticed that they enjoyed snacking on seaweed.

He wasn't sure where they had got it from, but it was something that he made sure was kept stocked in the kitchen and at the bar.

"The fuck? Why seaweed?", Husker grumbled.

"One of our guests enjoys it and the Princess ordered a surplus of the snack.", Alastor said as he watched the cat demon put the box under the bar counter.

Of course, it didn't really work out like he wanted. They were still quiet, still just out of reach, wary of him and his every action.

So he tried a different tactic.

Continuing to talk to them in open spaces but once they left, he hid in the shadows and observed them.

And then it happened.

It was exactly what he was waiting for.

Though he was hiding within the shadows of a dark theater room, he still was able to catch them, to listen to them sing.

Dark brown wood and red velvet from the room had made the area darker than it really was, but they still managed to find a ledge to sit on. They started off with soft hums before a real note came out from their lips.

"Here in the garden

Let's play a game

I'll show you how it's done

Here in the garden

Stand very still

This will be so much fun"

Like before, he felt the pull in his chest, the daze their voice submerged his mind into.

"And then she smiled

That's what I'm after

A smile in her eyes

The sound of her laughter

Happy to listen

Happy to play

Happily watching her drift away"

His shadows held him back from crawling out of the darkness. Something he was quite grateful for as he didn't want to disturb their singing.

"You keep on turning pages, for people who don't care

People who don't care about you

And still it takes you ages, to see that no one's there

See that no one's there

See that no one's there

Everyone's gone on with out you.."

Such a peculiar thing. To feel what they felt through their song, waves of sadness brushing against his mind.

"And aren't I the fool to have

Happily listened

Happy to stay

Happy to watch her drift

Drift

Drift...away."

They finished their song and sighed, wearing a frown.

Something Alastor couldn't just stand by for.

"You have such a lovely voice.", the deer demon spoke up.

They let out a noise of surprise and stood quickly , looking around the room like a frightened animal.

"It's a shame you hide it.", he continued.

He could hear how quick their breathing became as they backed away towards the nearest exit. Before the mer could touch the door, the Radio Demon came out of the shadows behind them and took their wrist.

They gasped and froze, not daring to look at him as he held them close.

Now is his grasp, he hummed in content and put a finger under their chin, lifting it up so they could look him in the eye.

His smile grew wider once they made eye contact.

"Let's make a deal~"

I did not have sushi but I did get to eat seaweed.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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[foxgloves-thoughts]

A little short I wrote while the poles were finishing up. This is from an offshoot of my Chris adopts Jake AU, except Wesker is alive and in BSSA custody. This isn’t the pole chosen Chrisker, that’s coming later.

TW for mention of possible miscarriage, but it’s vague and just Chris’ worry.

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“No. It’s not happening.” Chris snarled, bolting up from his chair and slamming his fits onto the plastic table. Everything in Wesker’s cell was plastic, bolted down, or both.

Chris had been enjoying the conversation to some degree. Apparently the volcano had managed to fry Wesker’s brain back to the point of some sanity. Well, Chris thought it had until Wesker asked for that. When Chris had started visiting Wesker he had decided that, no matter how much old affection tried to bubble up, he would never give Wesker that.

“Who even told you about him?” Chris continued, his nose twitching and his fists clenching. Whoever it had been was looking at a quick termination of their contract at least, but possibly the barrel of his pistol. It depended on how much Wesker knew. Sure, Wesker was thinner now, frailer, but Chris was well aware he was still a threat. Wesker would always be a threat, he was a living breathing weapon and no matter how dented or dull a weapon was always a weapon.

“I don’t think that matters,” Wesker began, still calm in the midst Chris’ rage. Chris would replace the entire guard rotation. He’d fire each of them for this. “I’m a bit shocked, Christopher. You always cared so much about family, I didn’t think you’d keep my son and grandchild-“

Chris cut him off, unable to hold his tongue.

“My son and My grandchild.”

Chris began to pace, gripping his upper arm’s in a desperate attempt to not choke out the older man. Chris wouldn’t give Wesker that. Lord knows he wanted the fight, but Chris wouldn’t give it to him.

“Ah, you took in my bastard, did you? Was it before Africa, that would make sense. I thought you were just upset about Miss Valentine, but you were protecting him, weren’t you?” Wesker continued, tilting his head to the side. He tried to act cocky, but Wesker was not the same statue of a man that haunted Chris’ nightmares without his sunglasses. Chris understood why Wesker wore them, the eyes really were the window to the soul. Currently Wesker’s soul looked very conflicted, a little curious, and angry. Good, let him get angry.

“Who told you, Wesker. Answer me, or so help me-“

this time it was Wesker who cut off Chris.

“You did. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize my own genetic code, Chris? Even mashed up with another’s, mine is rather unique. There was enough similarities between that first chart and the third that I assumed the third was my offspring’s child with the second chart.”

That made Chris pause. Of course. He knew it had been a risk, but he had taken it. He wanted to know if Jake and Sherry could have kids safely, genetics wise. The risk of their mutations clashing and causing a miscarriage or something worse had loomed too close. He had taken their charts to Wesker out of desperation.

When his granddaughter had been born, Chris had asked Rebecca to do a couple non invasive tests. Sherry had known about Rebecca’s tests, it had been just a bit of blood and spit from the baby. Nothing more than that and it had all been off record. Despite how exhausting being in charge of so much was, it did give Chris the ability to protect his family from any testing from the BSSA. Sherry had been relieved to hear that, poor girl was still traumatized from what they did. Chris tried not to think about that though, just made him angrier.

Still, he had taken baby Irina’s file to Wesker to look over once more, had lied and said it was from a dead infant found in a lab. He should’ve known Wesker would catch on.

“Am I not allowed to be curious?” Wesker pushed, trying to take advantage of catching Chris off guard. Being thrown into a volcano hadn’t changed his ability to sense when someone had a moment of weakness, when it was best to strike. Too bad Chris knew that trick.

“No. No you’re not. I’ve given you a lot of privileges, but meeting any more of my family will never be one.” Chris growled out. He sighed, realizing Wesker wanted his anger, to use it. He hated how well Wesker could predict him sometimes. Then again, Wesker tended to forget that it went both ways. Sure, Weaker knew Chris, but Chris knew Wesker the same and he knew the blonde hated being ignored.

So he schooled his expression and turned away from the blonde.

“Come now, Christopher, what harm could it do?” Wesker tried, his voice was even but Chris could hear a hint of anger.

“I will kill you before I ever let you get near him.” The brunette replied coolly, slowly walking towards the thick metal door. He could hear Wesker’s chains rattle as the older man stood. Good, Chris was getting under his skin.

Just as Chris rapped at the door he heard Wesker speak once more. The ex scientist was likely realizing that he was running out card’s and Chris had no interest in giving him more. He was done playing.

“What’s his name?” The B.O.W hissed as the door opened,

“Go to hell.” Was the last thing Chris spat out, slamming the cell door shut behind him as he left. He didnt bother to look back at the blonde, he’d done enough of that in his life already.

[dr-gl0rbiez]

Guess who just found iut he’s getting put in APUSH next yearrrr

And also got a 4.04 semester 1 gpa, and 3.96 unweighted gpa

[grimmborg-in-the-bog]

s2095 my beloved <3 one day i will do you justice

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