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[alastorspup]

:3c it's my birthday today! ❤️🧸

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[alastorspup]

🌿 let's hunt in the bayou with dada 🍀

(shout out to that one old lady at water aerobics years ago who said i looked like an otter while swimming)

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[alastorspup]

how Alastor treats my "grown" s/i vs how he treats my "little" s/i:

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[alastorspup]

❤️ { drunk off of you } ❤️

[alastorspup]

adhd and depression combo bad, but here's a lil one shot i wrote for today ->

"Father's Day..." Alastor mutters frustratingly, the memory of his sad excuse of a father flashing in his mind.

Hmph. That rat bastard doesn't deserve even a moment of his time. How dare tradition ask for an entire day's worth of it? He'd rather throw himself headfirst into the pits of Tartarus than waste another second on that pretentious shit head.

And of course, that petulant man child, Lucifer, was visiting the hotel today. No doubt making an ass of himself while he attempts to make up for lost time with his daughter. Alastor had little patience already, and there was no way he was going to subject himself to that clown show. Instead, he chose to stay in his radio tower, the proper sound proofing blocking out any and all nonsense.

Still, the day lent itself to rotten emotions, and he just couldn't seem to shake the dark cloud looming over him. Setting his book down, he gazed out the window over the cityscape. All manner of chaos that you'd expect to see in Hell took place in the streets. Loan sharks shaking down broke schmucks, pimps backhanding their prostitutes, gun fights breaking out on every street corner. Just an average day in the Pride Ring. He sighs, utterly bored with it all.

He turns his back to the mundane insanity, and is immediately met with a bit of a shock. Right there, mere inches from his path, stood the tiny little sinner he'd recovered recently. Their deep red gaze fixed up at him, clearly hiding something behind their back.

Ah, yes, he'd nearly forgotten about the strange creature he'd found in the dumpster mere days prior. Poor thing didn't speak much, but Alastor could tell that those eyes hid a deep, compelling story. He'd get it out of them eventually, but for now, they were glued to his hip. He couldn't pinpoint exactly why they chose to trust him and only him. Rather, he deemed it quite the irresponsible decision on their part, after all, he was the radio demon. But no matter how many times he explained this to them, they never faltered or ran away.

They were... interesting, to say the least. And he couldn't seem to bring himself to kick them out.

Alastor bent down to their level, hand on one knee to balance himself.

"Well, hello there, dear. My, you're a quiet little one, aren't you?" He chuckles, ruffling their hair. "What have you got there?"

He tilts his head quizzically, attempting to peek over their shoulder. They shy away in response, further tucking the mystery item up underneath themselves, eyes flicking away as if they were being scolded.

"Come now, darling. There's no need to be shy."

Rocking back and forth timidly, they hesitantly hold up what they were hiding – a piece of paper with a colorful drawing scrawled on it.

Alastor perks up, carefully taking the drawing from them and getting a better look.

It's a picture of him, drawn rather well actually, with a red heart drawn around him. On the bottom, they've written a small message.

"love you."

He stops, speechless, staring at the paper as if it had just come to life and spoken to him. He looks down, the little one looking away, nervously fidgeting with their hands.

"Is... is this for me?" He asks, completely caught off guard.

Still adverting their eyes, they nod.

Something stirs within Alastor. Something akin to... affection? Adoration? No, no, that's ridiculous. He'd no room in his blackened soul for such things.

Yet still, his heart hammered and his face heated. He was overcome with the urge to pull the little sinner into his arms.

He resisted.

Instead, he smiled.

"This is incredible, darling. I'd no idea you were so talented. Thank you."

They smile up at him, and before he can say another word, they wrap their arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

He nearly drops the paper, an unfamiliar warmth swells all across his body. Goosebumps coat his skin, the hair on the back of his neck stands up, and his vision blurs. Never had he ever felt something like this. The sensation was intoxicating.

He returns the gesture, pulling them in close, one hand on their back and the other on the back of their head. Shutting his eyes and inhaling their scent, he's whisked away to a better place than this. Suddenly, he's in a sun kissed cottage, surrounded by beautiful foliage, draped in delicate lace curtains and smelling so strongly of freshly baked sweets. There's fresh honey and peaches, and he's having coffee in the breezy kitchen while his little darling sits across from him, absorbed with their own food. They look up and smile bright at him, cheeks full of pastry and dotted with powdered sugar. An overwhelming sense of euphoria washes over him, and he thinks, "This must be Heaven."

In a single moment, it all disappears as they pull away from him. He's back in Hell, in his radio tower, surrounded by all the filth of the universe.

Well, all the filth, and now this little beacon of light. How in the nine rings had a thing like them managed to end up in a place like this?

Suddenly, all of his previous stipulations held no weight against him. It all seemed so arbitrary, so insignificant. Not even Vox could push his buttons in this moment.

His smile softened, and he took their little hand in his.

"What do you say we get out of this stuffy tower, hm? I've got a sudden craving for some beignets. Have you ever had any?"

Excitedly, they shake their head, eyes lighting up in curiosity.

"No? Well then, you're in for a treat! I'll show you how to make them, I believe we have all the ingredients in stock..." He hums, scratching his chin. "Come now, we may have to make a trip to the market."

He lays the drawing down on his desk, silently making a note to frame it and hang it up later.

As he leads them out, he realizes how naturally their hand fits into his, like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together. As if the two of them were cut from the same stone.

He fears he wouldn't be letting them go anytime soon.

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