OC fic request....
Wen and Alastor play with eachothers hair..... she tries to fix the fuckass bob and he tries to convince her to stop frying her waves....
“...I’m gonna be honest Mista A...I think ya hairs a lost cause, everytime I try to pin it up or cut it just...morphs back into...whatevea this is.”
Alastor shifted on Wen’d bed, no, he’s not answering why he’s sitting on her bed, that’s none of your business.
“Regardless of why you’re talking like you’ve come out of one of Angeldust’s pictures, my hairstyle is perfectly fashionable.” He huffed, reaching out to pinch some of her brightly dyed portions of hair between his claws.
“Awww! Booo! You’re such a party pooper! I’m practicing for our Halloween costumes!!!” Ears flickering when his hand brushed by them, she leaned with his touch.
“On the subject of hair, perhaps I could convince you to cease bleaching that beautiful head of yours so frequently, you’re going to go bald one of these days darling!” Alastor lounged back against the headboard, crossing his legs.
“Nuh uh, not a chance in hell, I’d do pretty much ANYTHING for ya Mr. A, but this?- this stays.” She chirped, gesturing to her dye job proudly.
“I had figured as much, I suppose I’m not entirely unfond of the look, it would be quite odd to see you with a socially acceptable haircut.” Wen narrowed her eyes at that little jab, biting down on his finger when it got close enough to her face.
“Need I remind, you called this head beautiful two seconds ago!” Wen puffed up, tail flickering against his thigh, she’d climbed the length of the bed and settled in his lap.
The two sinners facing eachother, as Wen partly straddled his lap. Resigned pout upon her lips, a leering smirk on his own.
“The funny thing about beauty, my deer.” Alastor winks, he fucking winks. Oh if she wasn’t literally so obsessed and in love with him. She wants to chew his bones right now.
“Is that it lies in the eye of the beholder, and I suppose in all your modern qualities that I find quite odd, you have managed to remain somewhat charming.”
“That is literally the longest most BS way of calling me hot. You could literally just say ‘Wen, you have a nice ass, I like your funky hair, marry me.’.”
Alastor frowned, “Absolutely no strategy to courting with you, is there woman?” He muttered, pulling her hand up to his lips. Knuckles brushing against icy soft skin, before being caressed with his thumb.
“C-coUrting? Woah woah Woah!” Wen’s tail wobbled a mile a minute.
“So easy to stir, as always.” The stag preened, she looks ready to bite.
“Seriously?! You’re so mean to me!”
“You make it so easy~”
“...I like your fuck ass bob...” Wen finally admits, leaning foreword to curl his hair around a finger.
“As I enjoy your ruined, blood-soaked locks.” Alastor purred, a deep static filled rumble resonating with the room.
Wen ends up burying her face in his shoulder as she squeals for 5 minutes, Alastor pats her back with quiet amusement.