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!!! I didn't think anyone would be interested but thank you!! I have a really lengthy G-Doc for her so I'll just paste it here, and include the full body transparent art I did for her. In this I'll be repeatedly referencing a character named Willow, who belongs to my friendo @willowaudreykeyes so please keep that in mind! (I hope you don't mind me directly referencing your OC, Remy, love ya!)
Nixie (referred to as Nix by close friends) is a water nymph Hell-born demon, Overlord of Mythology. Her body is made of water and she can shift her form to her desire, however she chooses a more bunny-like appearance. She believes it represents purity and a motherly spirit. She currently works with the Happy Hotel as redemption manager, learning why separate sinners fell to Hell and setting up treatment plans to get them redeemed. She considers Willow, Overlord of Medicine, Charlie Morningstar, Husk and Niffty as good friends. She has a strained frenemy relationship with Alastor; she dislikes him, however her closest friend Willow is dating him and as such, she tolerates him.
She is one of, if not the only Hell-born Overlord and as such, she sees herself as a political voice for Hell-borns. She believes that Hell-borns, including imps, Hell-hounds, succubi and the such, are all treated unfairly because they were born in Hell and never had the chance to enter Heaven. She believes Hell-borns should be treated equally to sinners. Being the Overlord of Mythology, a form of media that still stands in current humanity, she holds power and is of good status among Overlords.
Towards Hell-borns, she has a very motherly and nurturing demeanor. While she has no children of her own, she views Hell-borns as her children, even ones older than her. She always wanted her own children, but never felt comfortable enough with another Overlord or Hell-born to settle down with, and never considered settling down with a sinner. She also has her political career at stake and fears she may be forced to choose between biological children and her career. She believes Hell-borns have been betrayed by the political system and forced to the bottom of the food chain and she intends to use her status as Overlord to change this. She has a bias to Hell-borns, as she considers them her responsibility.
Towards sinners, she’s more reserved and has a standoff-ish personality. She isn’t the nicest to sinners; she has no experience with them and believes every sinner is in Hell because they did something terrible in life. She’s unaware of how strict Heaven is and thinks there are too many sinners stuck in one ring, and believes that either the sinners should be removed or allowed to traverse other rings. Hence, why she agrees to help with the redemption - if she can help sinners achieve redemption, Hell will begin to clear up and there will no longer be a need for yearly exterminations that risk the lives of Hell-borns and sinners alike. Throughout her time at the hotel, she grows warmer to the sinners and understands not all of them are evil, some are just victims of bad circumstances, and she finds herself falling for a specific sinner she works with.
Alongside other Overlords, she can be stiff and downright rude if she feels the need to be. Her reputation precedes her as kind and motherly to Hell-borns, but the other Overlords are all sinners who abused the political system to gain their placement, in her mind. During required Overlord meetings she isn’t very talkative unless she feels the need to bring in her position, otherwise she doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She specifically dislikes Alastor, Valentino and Vox, though she doesn’t quite mind Rosie, as her friend Willow works with Rosie.
When she deals with Alastor alone she’s very tight and keeps to herself, always second guessing anything he says, regardless of his friendly demeanor. She’s complacent with him but makes it visible she dislikes him, making a point to frown his way any time he gets her attention. Her frown doesn’t suggest weakness to him, it suggests genuine distaste. She believes he’s too unpredictable and not trustworthy. She wouldn’t trust him around a child for a moment.
Among her friends, she’s more lax and laughs sometimes. She’s reserved and quiet often, but around those she truly trusts (Willow, Charlie and Niffty specifically) she’s a little looser and loves to have girl’s nights. She enjoys watching the other girls do each others’ hair and nails and have love and crush talks (Charlie talking about Vaggie, Willow talking about Alastor much to Nixie’s chagrin and Niffty talking about men she sees in magazines). When they ask her if she has an interest in anyone Nixie simply shrugs and says, “I don’t know, we’ll see”. She has feelings for a sinner in the hotel but refuses to admit it, even if she gets all flustered around said sinner. Willow, her closest friend, hasn’t revealed if she’s aware of Nixie’s crush or not.
With Charlie, her friendship with her and, by extension, Vaggie, is business on the surface. Nixie works for them non-profit and has to discuss treatment plans for specific sinners. However in private, Nixie is very chill with Charlie and Vaggie. She enjoys their wholesome relationship and likes being the platonic third wheel in the fun stuff they do together.
With Niffty, she enjoys how neat and friendly the smaller cyclops is. She can’t imagine what a sweet young lady like her did to end up in Hell. She enjoys watching and helping Niffty clean around the hotel, listening to Niffty talk about men she’s noticed and what she likes about them. She thinks Niffty is a little loose emotionally and fears she may get her heart broken, but she issues Niffty that if any man hurts her they’ll never forget the consequences.
With Husk, she’s very flustered around him, both in public and in private. She doesn’t drink, but many nights she’ll come down to the common room late at night to talk with him. They have a secret close friendship, but she wishes for more. She loves to see his card tricks, including his sleight of hand, though she can never learn it herself. She encourages his magic tricks and, while she doesn’t like his drinking habits, she likes him for who he is and wishes he feels the same.
With Willow, Nixie considers Willow her closest friend and confidant. They have a very close friendship, as they’re both Overlords and both share a love interest with two men associated with each other. Willow, being a plant-based demon, needs water for her herbs and her body, and Nixie happily provides. Throughout the day she’ll brush by Willow and leave water on her body for her leaves to soak up. Though she dislikes Alastor she insists on helping Willow set up dates with Alastor, and Nixie may or may not spy on them to make sure Alastor doesn’t try pulling a trick out of his sleeve. Nixie is unabashedly herself around Willow with no shame and the two get along great, always appreciating each other’s company, both within and outside work confines. They often have sleepovers, just the two of them, where they talk about a litany of things, though Willow seems insistent on talking about Alastor. Nixie is tempted to dump all her mixed feelings about Husk and her crush on him to Willow but fears that Willow may try to act upon it or force Nixie to confess. Nixie and Willow have a very close relationship, like sisters, and Nixie would do anything for Willow’s sake.
This should be transparent; I drew this myself, it isn't my best work but this was 30 layers in Sai so here you go!
It Will Come Back - Willow/Nixie (Platonic) + Willow/Alastor (Romantic) Song Fic
Willow belongs to my best friendo, @willowaudreykeyes and with their kind permission I'm allowed to upload this. I will add trigger warnings and tag them, the story will be under the cut for anyone interested in our OCs. This is a song fic with the lyrics from It Will Come Back by Hozier.
TW: Nixie is unintentionally possessive of Willow, implied unrequited feelings (not really but I wanted angst), friendship angst
You know better, you know better,
Than to look at it, look at it like that
Nixie observed her closest friend and confidant, Willow, cooing over a small critter. It was a tiny black Greedling puppy, almost always found in the Greed ring. Who left it in Pride…? Regardless of how it got to Pride Willow was crouched, her green legs outstretched and two of her arms pressed into her knees, the other two playing hand games with it. Nixie narrowed her orchid purple eye, orbs of water dancing around her figure. Was she…Showing this little creature affection? It was just a Greedling, if she wanted one Nixie could get her a permed and groomed Greedling straight from the Pride ring, perhaps shake hands with a few powerful figures and get the creature for her. Why was she so interested in this street being?
You know better, you know better,Than to talk to it, talk to it like that
Willow tossed her head over her shoulder for a moment, her leafy ears fluttering in joyous excitement, twigs in her hair shifting around as her hair bobbed and her matching brown eyes glimmering in the early sunset of Hell. Nixie took a sharp breath; she adored her friend like this, when she was happy, when it was just them. “Nix, you just have to come see this little sweetheart!” she called over her shoulder, turning her attention back to the tiny Greedling. Sighing, Nixie approached, ear twitching as she listened to Willow talk sweet nothings to the Greedling about how much she loved it, how cute it was and how she wanted to take it home with her.
Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul. Honey, make this easy.
Nixie knew it would crush Willow’s heart to tell her she couldn’t take home the little Greedling she found on the street but it would be kinder to tell her now rather than later. She had already picked up the small Hell-born pet, stroking its fur. She felt a pit in her stomach, looking at the Hell-born animal. It certainly deserved a life better than a street rat but she and Willow just couldn’t afford to care for a Greedling, they were too high maintenance. Plus, she was sure the third demon living under their roof wouldn’t be happy to see a “dog” like creature enter their home. Being a Hell-born herself she had never seen a dog, but from Willow’s descriptions she assumed Greedlings were similar to small dogs and though she’d love to antagonize her fellow house-mate, she knew she’d be heavily scolded by Willow for it.
“Willow, it’s a Greedling.” Nixie stated, pointing to the small Greedling in one set of her arms. Willow nodded, smiling. “I know, isn’t he adorable?” She cooed, stroking it. “You poor thing, you must be so cold and hungry. I should take you home and give you some food and a blanket and-” “Willow we’re not doing that”. Nixie interrupted, her voice cracking slightly. She hated to ruin her friend’s happiness but she knew it was necessary. Again, better now than later. “Willow, we can’t take care of this. We already have three demons under one roof that two Overlords have to feed,” she reasoned with her friend, who looked heart broken. She swallowed her guilt and continued. “I know you want him but we just can’t take him home.” She stated with a firm expression. Willow’s expression was hurt.
“I think you just don’t care about him!” She accused, pulling the Greedling into her chest with her upper set of arms. Nixie was taken aback. How could Willow accuse her of such a thing? Especially after all the work she’s done, and continues to do, for her cause? She would be offended if this situation wasn’t between her and her closest friend.
“Willow that’s not true and you know it,” she replied evenly. She tried to remain calm in the face of her upset friend. She understood why Willow was hurt but she couldn’t change the situation. “I care about all Hell-borns, including Greedlings, but we just can’t afford to feed and care for one right now, but I promise when we can I’ll personally buy you one.” Nixie offered, trying to soothe Willow. The plant demoness didn’t appear happy with the settlement.
“I want this one!” She demanded, giving the Greedling a soft squeeze. It squeaked quietly in response. “I just know he’s going to be an absolute sweetheart, he’ll be so special. Just look at him Nixie,” Willow demanded, holding the Greedling out to the water demoness, “can you say no to a face like this?” The Greedling’s eyes were both pointed in opposite directions and its tongue stuck out of its mouth, as per usual of a Greedling. Part of the reason it was so valuable among sinners and Hell-borns alike.
“I admit he’s cute,” Nixie confessed, appealing to Willow, “but I’m afraid we just can’t keep him”. When a nearby bush withered and died Nixie swiftly spoke up, “Willow you have a preconceived idea of his personality, you don’t know what this Greedling is like”. Her pearlescent purple eye narrowed, waiting to see Willow’s next reaction. Were the two demonesses really going to fight over a Greedling? When a patch of flowers slowly died Nixie began to panic. Willow looked pissed.
“Willow you know I’d do anything for you, we’re the closest friends in Hell but we just can’t afford a Greedling.” She stood firm on her statement. “I can definitely get you a cheaper pet if you want, I won’t mind doing that,” she offered, hoping Willow would take her up on it. “But a Greedling is off the table, end of story.” Willow looked angry for a moment longer before giving in, her shoulders slumping. “I really want to keep him…” She whimpered in sorrow. Nixie felt her heart break.
Leave it to the land, this is what it knows. Honey, that's how it sleeps.
“I know you do,” Nixie sympathized, placing one hand on Willow’s shoulder, using the other to take the tiny Greedling from her upper hands. Upon grabbing it she was mildly disgusted to feel how greasy and slick it was, it really did live like a sewer rat. She extended some water over its body, cleaning the filth and grime off its fur, and placed it back on the ground to let it skitter off into the crowds of demons walking around. “Look, I know you care about these little critters but they’re wild creatures, they live like this. It’s how they were born and raised.” She explained, using one hand to lift Willow’s head to make their eyes meet. Her hopbush purple eye gazed deep into Willow’s brown orbs, rounded with sadness.
Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ!Don’t be kind to it, honey don’t feed it, It will come back.
“You have to understand, this is how they live. They roam the streets, they wouldn’t adjust to home life. It’s better this way.” Willow visibly slumped, her leafy ears wilting and her eyes focused on the ground. “I understand,” she conceded with a slow nod. Nixie offered a sad smile in return. “Maybe I can get you a different pet in the near future, one that is accustomed to home life and would be fun to have around the house - and is affordable.” She tried to cheer up her plant friend but her words didn’t appear to do much. She glanced away for a moment, her jaw locking. She hated seeing her friend this disappointed but she couldn’t help the situation. “Come on, let’s go home. I’ll see about maybe making some food for the three of us,” Nixie offered, taking one of Willow’s lower hands and leading her in the direction of their home address.
You know better, you know better, Than to smile at me, smile at me like that.
Nixie stared down at a pot of boiling water full of noodles. She’d poured a pot of her own magic water into the pot, followed by macaroni noodles. A strainer sat in the sink and the pack of cheese wasn’t far from it. She occasionally stirred the noodles, pulling the rubber spoon from the pot and setting it on the counter. She pressed her ears flat to her head, stomaching the growl rising in her throat. Right outside the kitchenette was the living room and she could overhear Alastor telling Willow his famed dumb jokes. With ever stupid punch line, she’d break out into fits of giggles. Beautiful giggles, occasionally snorting in laughter. He’d laugh right alongside her. Oh, how she hated to hear his staticky cackle, a laugh track played alongside their conjoined snickering. “What do you call a cow with no legs?” Alastor prompted, audibly trying to keep in a snort of laughter. Nixie grunted in disgust, stirring her noodles again. They were almost ready to be strained and mixed with the packaged cheese. “What…?” Willow sealed the deal by asking, already giggling before Alastor delivered the pun. With a very audible laugh he responded, “ground beef!” The two broke out into congruent fits of laughter. Nixie rolled her eye as far into her head as it would go. She couldn’t believe she had to live under the same roof as the Overlord of Shitty Puns.
Switching off the stove and carrying the pot to the sink she strained the noodles, pouring them back into the pot and tearing the pack of cheese open. She squeezed out the contents of the silver packaging, watching it all filter onto the noodles. Squeezing out the excess from the pack and tossing it in the bin she mixed it in the noodles with her rubber spoon. After being satisfied with how the cheese was mixed into the noodles she reached into the cabinet and retrieved three bowls, one for each household member. For a hot moment she considered pouring just a little sour water into Alastor’s bowl just to watch him gag and vomit. She rolled her eye, chose against it and took the rubber spoon, filling each bowl with an equal portion of macaroni. She entered the living room, about to call out to the couple for dinner time but was met with a scene she wasn’t quite prepared to look at.
Right in front of Nixie, on the couch she took the liberty of sleeping on some nights, sat Willow and Alastor, deep in a passionate kiss. At the sound of her footsteps Willow pulled away immediately from Alastor, her face flushed a dark green and her ears fluttering in embarrassment. “Nix!” She squeaked in surprise. “You uh, caught us at an awkward time,” she spoke with a sheepish smile.
On any other occasion Nixie would be pissed, demanding the two get off the couch she bought immediately and explain why they chose to have a make-out session on said couch, knowing she was cooking dinner. Yet, Willow gave her that shy, friendly little smile. The same one she gave her the day the two met. It brought back a flood of memories, almost swamping her off her feet. She could turn into a puddle; her heart ached with a bittersweet love for her friend. She could forgive Willow for getting a little passionate on her couch, but Alastor? Not so much. She glared at him for a moment to express her irritation at him and he returned her expression with a smug grin. Sighing, Nixie only stated, “dinner’s ready, go get it.” Both Willow and Alastor stood from the couch and ran to the kitchenette to eat their dinner. Usually Nixie would follow but tonight, after this, she preferred to eat alone after them. Sitting down on her couch she sighed and whispered to herself, “why did you smile at me like that?”
You know better, you know better, Than to hold me just, hold me just like that.
After Alastor and Willow ate their dinner and retired to their shared room Nixie ate her portion, though she didn’t have the heart to finish it. Seeing her best friend in a passionate kiss with the man she despised most soured her stomach. Besides, she could just stick her hand to the sink faucet and turn it on if she felt weak. Sink water wasn’t exactly good but it worked.
Gathering the dishes she turned on the sink, beginning with the pot. She scrubbed with a soapy sponge, scouring the cheese and starch from the white inside. Rinsing it she placed it in the dish rack to dry overnight and be put away in the morning. She did the same with the three bowls, finishing with the rubber spoon. It was as she was rinsing the rubber spoon she felt four arms wrap around her waist. Nixie jumped nearly a foot in the air, dropping the sponge and spoon in surprise. Whipping around she was met with Willow, smiling sympathetically. “Hey,” she greeted in a soft tone.
Nixie snorted, turning away from her friend to continue her cleaning. “What do you want?” She inquired in a monotone timbre. Willow didn’t attempt to turn Nixie around as she spoke. “I wanted to apologize, for earlier. It was inappropriate of Alastor and I to…You know, do that on your couch. You sleep there. I’m sorry Nix.” She knew Willow was being sincere, but she wasn’t quite ready to forgive her just yet. She responded with a blank hum. “Is that all you wanted?” She asked as she placed the clean rubber spoon in the dish rack to dry. “Well, no,” Willow admitted in a coy voice. Before Nixie could ask further questions she was spun in a circle. “I wanted to make it up to you by dancing with you, just us. No Alastor, he’s asleep.” Willow offered, her eyes brimming with hope. Nixie sighed; usually after something like this she’d decline but Willow looked so hopeful. Giving in, she agreed. “Sure, why not.” Willow squealed quietly with excitement, her ears fluttering happily.
“I’ve already planned the dance!” She explained, teaching Nixie the movements. She pulled Nixie to the left, rocked her and slid with her to the right. Willow rocked her again, sliding back over to the left. She moved from left to right, rocking between each slow movement. Nixie never broke eye contact with Willow. Nixie took large sweeps across the kitchen floor while Willow’s were smaller, carrying Nixie’s form as she moved. Nixie took two steps between each sweep across the kitchen floor, pressing herself into Willow for support as she followed her wordless directions. “You’re doing great,” Willow whispered in Nixie’s ear. It took a moment but she found herself swaying in the rhythm effortlessly. Willow finished with a delicate bow, dipping Nixie for a moment and lifting her back up. “That was the Bolero,” she announced the name of the dance with an Italian accent. Nixie giggled for the first time that day. Being held by her friend and slow dancing together felt sweet and special, it was something only they shared, something private that not even Alastor could intrude on. She loved it.
I know who I am when I’m alone. I’m something else when I see you.
The following morning, Nixie awoke before the other two and found herself laying in a lazy position on her couch in her pajamas, consisting of a loose oversized shirt and a pair of small shorts, her blanket only half covering her body. She stared at the small television set in front of her in disinterest; she couldn’t really care less what was on but she needed background noise. She was more interested in the water bubble she had produced. She was playing with the molecules, replacing water molecules with more hydrogen and oxygen molecules to see different chemical reactions. This is what she did when she was alone and she found it fun. She considered herself something of a chemist, if only when it came to water. Perhaps she could report her findings to that lamp fish, Baxter…
“Good morning…” Willow’s voice broke Nixie’s concentration as she entered the living room, yawning as she spoke. She was already dressed in her pink overalls with the blue undershirt beneath it, that outfit appeared to be her favorite. Of course Alastor followed behind, dressed like a demon of high society in his dress suit and pants, expensive shoes and extra accessories Nixie never saw a need for. Absorbing her bubble she sat up in shock, blanket sliding off her. She didn’t expect the two to wake up at 7:30 in the morning and she was hardly dressed. Her face flushed a dark hue of blue and she tugged down on the oversized dark gray shirt, trying desperately to hide the pale yellow tiny shorts that barely covered her thigh bones. Willow took quick notice, Alastor quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.
“You okay over there?” Willow asked as she rubbed her eyes awake. Nixie only nodded, trying to find an escape route to her room to get changed. Fuck, why didn’t she sleep in her room last night? Willow took a closer look, squinting at Nixie. “Are you…Wearing any bottoms?” Nixie was taken aback for a moment before replying, “of course!” Why wouldn’t she be?
“They’re just the really short yellow ones,” she explained briskly. “Alastor, turn your red ass around while I go to my room and get some actual clothes on.” With a roll of his crimson eyes Alastor did as he was told, muttering something about a bossy street puddle. She paid it no mind. Standing and shaking the blanket off her lap Nixie turned to head to her room and, to her surprise, Willow followed. “I’m helping you find something appropriate to wear,” she explained before Nixie could ask questions. With a sigh she let Willow follow.
Entering the room she almost never used, Nixie opened her closet, revealing a skim number of clothing. Willow pulled open a drawer and looked through it. Padding through some shirts Nixie pulled out one of the only one she liked, a peach colored shirt a size too large for her with a faded cartoon ice cream on it. Turning around she presented it to Willow, who had pulled out a pair of faded loose dark orange pants. “At least the colors work together,” she stated. Nixie agreed, Taking the clothes she motioned with her finger for Willow to turn around and she obliged.
As she changed from her pajamas to her day clothes Nixie couldn’t help but observe Willow from behind. When Nixie was alone she sat in her own head, full of so many thoughts and ideas. She played with water bubbles and toyed with the chemical makeup of her water. Yet when Willow arrived she suddenly stopped thinking of those thoughts, her attention focused solely on her friend and anything involving her, which unfortunately included Alastor. How did Willow have this power to steal her attention throughout the day? She completely changed her center of focus to only her friend and anything that concerned her. It was so confusing. “Alright, I’m dressed,” Nixie pronounced; Willow turned around to observe her friend. “You look good! Now let’s get some breakfast.” She opened the door to Nixie’s room and exited. Nixie stood alone in her room for a moment, her thoughts conflicting, before she followed.
You don’t understand, you should never know, How easy you are to need.
Following Willow out of her room, she turned into the living room to find three equally portioned bowls of cereal on the living room table, freshly made. “Oh, Alastor! How sweet of you!” Willow cooed, giving him a tight hug. He patted her back in return. “Yes, yes. I was tempted to put salt in your friend’s bowl but I resisted this time.” Nixie frowned slightly, feeling her mood sour. She bit back a snarl and a crude remark. The couple sat together on the couch, taking a bowl each. There wasn’t any room on the couch for Nixie to sit so she took her bowl and settled on the floor, staring at the wall, uninterested in whatever “picture show” Alastor put on the television. She heaved a sigh and took a few bites of her cereal; true to his word; Alastor used sugar and not salt.
Glancing up at Alastor, she saw that he had already practically devoured the bowl of cereal, he hadn’t even left any milk in it. Willow was eating in swift bites, sipping some milk in between her speedy bites so as not to choke. Shoveling a few more bites in her mouth she finished the food portion and sucked down her milk, finishing with a satisfied sigh. “Enjoy your cereal, my dear?” Alastor inquired; Willow nodded her head happily. “Delicious!” She replied.
Nixie stole a glance up at the couple who gave each other an affectionate eskimo kiss. Alastor took the two empty bowls and headed for the kitchen. He didn’t bother asking if Nixie was done with her bowl, perhaps he didn’t care. She’d barely touched her food. She wasn’t much in the mood for eating anyway. Setting her bowl on the table she stole Alastor’s spot on the couch beside Willow, scooting close.
“So, how’s your morning going?” Nixie asked, trying to start light conversation. Willow glanced over to Nixie, her tawny eyes meeting Nixie’s twilight lavender singular gaze. “Well, excluding seeing you half naked on the couch it’s been pretty great!” She replied with a smile. Nixie smiled in return, giggling. Her ear twitched at the sound of water running; Alastor must be doing dishes. Clearing her throat, she spoke, “would you mind taking my bowl to the kitchen for Alastor to clean?” With a nod Willow obliged, leaving Nixie alone for a moment. Her mind went back to her obsessive thoughts - her best friend was dating her immortal enemy. She hated it. She summoned a small bubble of water and toyed with the shape, making a heart. She observed the heart, enjoying the watery shape. At the sound of Willow and Alastor giggling in unison, followed by an audible kiss, the watery heart broke. She absorbed the broken heart before Willow returned. The fern-skinned woman entered the living room again, her walnut hair glimmering under the ceiling light. “Alastor’s got the dishes this morning, what a gentleman.” She cooed as she took her seat beside Nixie. She forced a smile on her face but deep in her heart she ached. Why did Alastor get all this attention while Nixie was left to the side? She sighed and stood from the couch, returning to her place on the floor, leaning against the wall and making an orb of water. She spun it in circles, forcing herself to focus only on her little water spout as Alastor returned, kissing one of Willow’s leafy ears and sitting back on the couch.
Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ!Don’t be kind to me, honey don’t feed me, I will come back.
After a long and exhausting day of feeling mostly ignored by Willow, Nixie was about ready to just change back into her usual pajamas and sleep in her room. She felt miserable. She’d done everything to entertain her friend. Yet every time she caught Willow’s attention Alastor was there to one-up her. She was sick of it and, ears flat to her head, stood from her perch against the wall and moved towards her room.
“Oh, Nixie, wait!” Willow called from the couch. With an inward sigh she turned to face her friend. “Yes?” She responded in a tired voice. “I was thinking and I wanted to know, are you up for a sleepover? Just us two?” Nixie immediately perked up. Finally, an opportunity to be alone with her best friend! “Oh, that sounds great!” She responded. “Should I get stuff for a palette?” She inquired, practically bouncing on her feet at the idea. Willow giggled, “no, we’ll share my bed!” Nixie’s heart nearly exploded from her chest in pure joy. “Sure, definitely!” She agreed. “I’ll bring my own blanket and pillow and we can do some dumb stuff half the night!” She squealed and, without waiting for any more dialogue, raced off to her room.
Grabbing her favorite blanket, pajamas and pillow she raced from her room, through the living room and to the room Willow and Alastor shared. Willow said it would be just her and Nixie for the night so she assumed Alastor would be sleeping in the living room; she couldn’t really care less. She placed her amaranth purple pillow on the bed and spread out her camouflage blanket, placing her pajamas on top for later. She pranced back to the living room, ignoring that Alastor had his head pressed against Willow’s in soft whisper.
“I’m all set up!” She piped up, catching Willow’s attention. Her leafy ears pricked and she smiled. “Great! I’ve always wanted to see how nail polish looks on you.” Nixie never considered nail varnish, it might actually work…Or just be absorbed. No harm in trying. Nixie nodded her head in agreement. “Sounds fine with me; I’ll be in your room getting ready, just come in when you’re ready,” she informed as she left the living room. She would have stayed longer but she couldn’t bear to see her friend so close to Alastor, the sinner she despised so much, wearing that grin that told her he knew how much she despised him and his relationship with her plant demoness friend. It broke her heart. She trusted Willow with her life, but Alastor was a different case. Turning in to the room Willow and Alastor shared, that she and Willow would share that night, she shut the door and undressed herself, dressing in the pajamas she was wearing that morning: a dark gray oversized shirt and light yellow tiny shorts. It’s not like Alastor, nor anyone other than Willow for that matter, would see her so it didn’t matter that they were so small.
Nixie spent a good while glancing up at the clock on Willow’s wall, counting the minutes as she waited for Willow to enter the room and begin the sleepover. First Nixie began folding all of Willow’s drawer clothes in her own fashion, as a little surprise. She glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes. Looking around, she noticed some items spread across the floor on Alastor’s side of the bed: a wrist watch, some clothes and a few small books. She placed the wrist watch on his intable, hung his clothes in their shared closet and placed his books in the small alcove where the rest of their books sat. She stole another look at the clock. Five minutes. She groaned inwardly. She’d been waiting fifteen minutes for Willow. She was tempted to go out and ask if Willow was even coming.
Nixie paced the room for a few more minutes before the door opened. Nixie’s ear flicked and she looked up to see Willow holding two cups of what appeared to be a brown liquid. “Sorry for the wait, I had to get Alastor comfy on the couch and make us some hot cocoa,” Willow apologized as she entered the room; she waved it off. Willow gently shut the door behind her and passed a cup to Nixie. “He said he doesn’t understand how you sleep on that couch so often!” She exclaimed as she took a sip of her hot cocoa. Nixie chuckled, copying Willow. The hot cocoa was cloyingly sweet, so much so she almost choked. Taking a few more gulps she set the cup on the dresser. “It’s…Delicious.” She spoke, trying to force out words around the clot of chocolate in her throat. Willow giggled; “yeah, it is really sweet and I don’t think I mixed it too well but, it doesn’t really matter.” She conceded, setting her cup near Nixie’s. “So, nail polish!”
The two women settled on the floor with newspapers under Nixie’s hands. Willow spent a good five minutes just examining the colors before asking Nixie to pick one. She skimmed over the colors and pointed to a shade of dusty rose. “That one would look fine,” she suggested. Willow nodded and set to work, getting plenty of polish on the brush and testing it on her nails. To both womens’ surprise, the nail polish stayed on Nixie’s nails and didn’t absorb or slide off. “That color actually looks good on you,” Willow complimented. Nixie nodded, “pink and blue always work together well”. Willow proceeded to paint the rest of Nixie’s nails, doing so with a professional hand. Nixie was impressed by Willow’s careful strokes, she didn’t make a single mistake while painting her nails. “And done!” Willow closed the nail polish and observed her work. Nixie was pleased with the results. “How long do I have to wait for this to dry?” She inquired; the nail paint still looked very wet. “It’s quick-drying so, about ten minutes.” Nixie groaned inside; being girly was so time-consuming.
Keeping her hands over the newspapers she sat and waited for ten minutes to sluggishly pass by. Willow pulled out her phone and began watching TikToks. Normally Nixie would join but that social media isn't really her thing. She half-paid attention to the noise from Willow’s phone for about three minutes before she got annoyed. “Can you play some music?” She requested in a quiet voice. Willow looked up, paused her video and nodded. “Sure, what do you want to hear?” Shit, Nixie didn’t think she’d get this far. “Um, put on whatever you want, just something to pass the time.” Willow thought for a moment, then agreed. “Sure; you don’t mind music made by sinners do you?” Nixie shook her head; music was music, she didn’t care. Tapping away at her phone Willow pulled up a song Nixie was all too familiar with, she heard it play while Willow and Alastor slowly danced in the kitchenette all the time. Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. She suppressed a sigh. It was better than listening to second hand TikToks.
After the first song, Jailhouse Rock played, a song Nixie didn’t so much mind. She stared at her nails as the music played, waiting for them to dry. She wanted to do something else already, why did nail paint take so long to dry? After Jailhouse Rock, Always On My Mind played. Clearly Willow had Alastor in her thoughts, which mildly dampered her mood; she wasn’t going to let that crimson asshole ruin her sleepover with her best friend though. She let the song play. After it ended she flapped her hands and asked, “is it dry now?” Willow observed her nails and nodded her head. “Yep, they’re dry!” Nixie audibly sighed in relief. Finally, they could do something else.
Throughout a good portion of the night Nixie tested her makeup skills on Willow - it came out okay. The two took silly selfies together that Willow claimed she would edit and post on her social medias, much to Nixie’s private chagrin, took turns playing music on Willow’s phone, watched a rom-com that Nixie found a little dumb but had Willow engaged and Nixie combed out Willow’s hair, being careful to not hurt her ears or scrape the twigs sticking out of her hair. It was late at night, so late every television channel was broadcasting infomercials, when Willow decided to turn in. Nixie followed in suit, climbing into bed with her. She wrapped an arm around Willow’s waist, loosely holding her, and dozed off into the easiest, nicest sleep she’d had in months.
It can’t be unlearned, I’ve known the warmth of your doorways. Through the cold, I’ll find my way back to you.
Nixie woke up in the dead of night, freezing cold. She could feel the comfort of the bed she lay in and the blanket that covered her but something was missing…Willow was gone. Nixie jolted up, half asleep, and stumbled out of the bed. Her feet were numb from the cold but she stumbled from the room, checking the bathroom along her way to the living room. She wasn't there. Still struggling to wake up she fumbled into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks.
Alastor sat, wide awake, on the couch with Willow next to him, stroking his hair. She was turned away from Nixie and wasn’t aware of her presence. She turned her eye from Willow to Alastor, a cold sadness aching her heart. She felt betrayed. Her friend promised her a sleepover and left the moment she fell asleep to be with her boyfriend. If the roles were reversed and Nixie lived with Husk she would never ditch Willow just to be mushy with someone else. She wanted to be angry and yell out, ‘Will Keyes!’ She wanted to scream out her feelings, she wanted to do something, anything to express her hurt…Yet all she could do was stand there and watch her friend coo over Alastor, fixing his hair and murmuring sweet nothings to him. With a crooked, sadistic grin Alastor slowly moved his half-lidded carnelian gaze up to Nixie and her broken expression.
“Ah, Nixie, what a pleasure you could join us!” Alastor cheered in a mocking friendly tone. Willow froze for a moment, all four hands standing still in place, before her head slowly moved to turn around, her russet eyes wide with a mix of guilt and fear. Upon meeting Nixie’s autumn purple eye she gulped, her previous smile turning to a worried frown. “Oh, Nix, hi…” She spoke in a weak voice. Nixie’s eye flared in anger, bubbles of water developing around her. “Don’t call me that.” She hissed in response, her voice laced with venom. Willow looked taken aback. Nixie knew she had never spoken to her best friend this way, nor had she ever denied her best friend from using that nickname, but she was hurt. Unbelievably hurt. She thought she had just one night to have Willow to herself and she’d wake up with Willow snoring softly beside her but no, Willow ditched her to go be cutesy with her boyfriend instead. She hated it.
“You left me alone in a room that isn’t even mine to go be romantic and shit with Alastor,” she began. Willow blinked in surprise; Nixie never cursed. She pointed to herself as she continued. “You know I can’t be left alone in a bed like that and you did it anyway. For what? To coddle a fucking serial killer?” Her tongue was dripping with deadly venom as she spoke, spitting anger with every word, hissing as she directly insulted Alastor to his face. For the first time in a very long time Nixie felt tears welling in her eye, tears she couldn’t blink away or absorb. They burned. “I told you…Everything.” She spoke in a cracked whisper. Alastor only watched in a curious wide grin; she took a deep breath to ignore him. “Willow, I thought we were best friends. Is he really more important than me?” She asked, her voice cracking audibly as she spoke. Willow looked horrified at the question.
“I care about you both…” Willow stated, her ears pinned to her head in fear. Nixie took a deep breath. That wasn’t the answer she was looking for. “Answer the question,” she demanded in a hardened voice. “Is he more important than me?!” She choked out the question, pain evident in her voice as tears streamed from her eye. She almost didn’t want to hear Willow tell her ‘yes’ but she had to know for sure before she delved any deeper into this friendship. Willow looked panicked.
“I love you both equally,” she reasoned carefully. In a fit of rage she solidified her fist and slammed it into the wall, the noise vibrating through the living room. Willow visibly shrank into Alastor who, despite his grin, held anger in his eyes at Nixie’s actions. Her eye burned with tears and wrath. It almost made sense, given she was born there. Her breathing was labored, her head hunched between her shoulders and glowing bubbles of water surrounding her from head to toe. Her ears were flat against her head and her teeth were bared.
“I’ll ask one more time…” She spoke in a dangerously quiet voice. Willow appeared terrified, she’d never seen her friend like this. Alastor wore a bright smile but his eyes held a warning; if she attacked Willow in any way he wouldn’t hold back and he would expect no less from her. That cute little bunny-like form she held did no justice to the power she potentially had, the same stood true for Willow.
“Which one of us do you love more?” She snarled, her eye narrowed. Alastor appeared aware she was trying to hide her pain. She was trying to stomach her desire to drop to her knees and sob, cry to Willow that she just wants her friend’s attention and beg for it. She wanted to drop her vicious act and run into her friend’s arms, begging for her love and friendship, expressing that she felt ignored and just asking for a little more attention, and to perhaps keep her affection with her fellow Overlord in private. The only thing stopping her was said Overlord. If she quit now he’d see her one weakness and he’d abuse it.
Willow shuddered, her face twisted with fear, coconut eyes bright with primal terror. Her breathing grew heavier and she scooted further away from the bitter water-formed woman standing between her and her only escape route. She shrank into the safety of Alastor’s arms, her breathing uneven. At the sight of her oncoming panic attack Alastor gazed up at Nixie evenly. “Nixie, this jealous rage needs to stop, you’re horrifying the poor thing.” He wrapped his arms around Willow’s shuddering body; she instinctively curled into him. “I need to know!” She growled in a thundering voice. The bubbles of water surrounding her each gravitated into one large frothing, boiling hot floating puddle of water over her head. Her entire body appeared to be simmering like a pot of water. Alastor’s antlers extended, his eyes dark and smile twisted into something crooked and inhuman. One hand sat protectively over Willow as though she were the most precious thing to him. The other hand extended its nails into claws sharper than razors designed to slice into meat, designed to kill in sadistic manners. “This is your last warning, Nixie.” Alastor spoke in a distorted voice, as though he were speaking into a broken microphone. She only hissed in response, crouching in a defensive stance, iris slanted. She shuddered with anger; if she had to fight Alastor for a fucking answer, so be it. She pulled a leg behind her, crouching and pulling her arms up to her chest, hands closed into fists.
Willow took another look between her boyfriend and her best friend. Her boyfriend was beginning to enter a demonic state, His antlers were extending widely, one hand wrapped tight around her to keep her safe and the other extending its nails into claws that could slice deep enough into a demon to leave them a lifeless corpse. Her best friend on the other side, however, was physically boiling. A sphere of a rolling boil floated over her head and her entire body simmered with steam; she was losing water, and fast. If she had any hope of winning a fight against Alastor she would have to change form and use every scrap of energy left and hope to be left more than a puddle afterward.
Pulling herself from Alastor’s grasp Willow cried out, “stop!” Both turned their gazes to her. Alastor’s eyes were black and Nixie’s eye, once burning with hate, was now just surprised. Tears fell down Willow’s face in streams. Alastor immediately shifted back to his normal form and Nixie stood back up in shock, the little storm above her head splashing on her and absorbing back into her body. Alastor pulled her close, shushing her and soothing her. Nixie immediately felt an unbearable guilt and raced to Willow. Alastor attempted to shove her away but Willow jumped into her arms, sobbing. “Nixie I can’t choose!” She cried into the crook of the water demoness’ neck. Nixie clutched her plant friend as tight as she could, ignoring Alastor’s warning growl.
Nixie pulled away, her ocean purple eye gazing deep into Willow’s coffee eyes. “I’m sorry I forced you to choose, I…” Nixie was at a loss for words, she looked away for a moment as she thought. “I don’t know what got into me.” She admitted. “I was so jealous of you giving Alastor all your attention I lashed out instead of just talking to you about it and I shouldn’t have put you through that. I’m sorry.” She apologized, summoning all the sincerity she could, ignoring Alastor’s disapproving snort. “I understand if you won’t forgive me, but please don’t kick me out.”
Oh please, give me mercy no more. It’s a kindness you can’t afford.
Willow gazed at Nixie for a minute, but to Nixie it felt like an eternity. She feared the worst. Willow would tell her to pack her shit and leave. She would be thrown to the streets and have to rely on pure luck to get a place to stay. She’d have to resort to- “I understand; I forgive you.” Willow spoke softly. Nixie and Alastor were both taken aback.
Alastor cut in, “she was going to hurt you, or worse!” His grin hadn’t faded but anger burned in his cadmium eyes. Willow turned to him with a knowing gaze. “She would never hurt me; her anger was directed at you.” She stated in a simple tone. Alastor’s eye twitched. “If she’s going to have an outburst like this then-” “no one is leaving, Alastor”. Willow interjected.
“You and Nixie will learn to get along, one way or another. I’ll make sure of it.” Willow stated, turning back to Nixie. “If you feel ignored, tell me. Don’t lash out and cause a scene like this. Are we understood?” Nixie nodded her head obediently. In a soft voice she spoke, “thank you for your forgiveness; I don’t deserve your mercy.” Willow dipped her head in response. “I can forgive my closest friend this time”. Nixie couldn’t help but overhear from Alastor that she was undeserving of Willow’s forgiveness, and she knew he was right. Willow could potentially be a pushover and do things for others only because she thinks she has to. She knew Willow couldn’t afford to pass out forgiveness to every demon who fucked up, and perhaps Alastor was correct in her not deserving forgiveness.
I want you, tonight, as sure as you’re born. You’ll hear me howling outside your door.
With the argument settled, Willow agreed to accompany Nixie back to bed and stay with her through the night until she woke up, as an apology for leaving her. In apology for her making a scene, Nixie agreed to chores for a month. She climbed into the bed, snuggling under her camo blanket and pulling Willow in close.
“My precious Venus Flytrap,” she hummed as she dozed off. Willow knew she’d have to make up for her absence from Alastor soon but she really didn’t mind the cozy napping with Nixie either. For a water demoness she was quite warm.
