Alot of people asked the same thing so I decided to make one big one so as I used this as a reference
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Charlie called everyone into the living room for a team-building exercise.
"Before we begin, I wanna thank everyone for coming. Today we are going to talk about our feelings." Charlie happily sat as everyone sat on the floor in a circle. She was really excited because she got you and Alastor to participate. (Alastor was standing ain't no way he was sitting on the floor)
"For some of you, it seems like your life is still affecting your death. sooo, we will try and scratch the surface of that trauma with.... Dolls." She squealed as she pulled out a bunch of ragdolls from behind her.
"You don't have to use the dolls btw." Vaggie commented with Charlie whispering 'but it's encouraged' right after.
"Why don't you go first y/n." Alastor said with the same wicked grin he always had, "You had a lot to say yesterday."
"Oh fuck off." You flipped him off, "You of all people know my background. If you find it so interesting then you tell it."
"Don't be like that, It's your story to tell not mine." He grabbed a few dolls from Charlie and gave them to you but you didn't use them.
You sighed as you started your short story, "My dad was a drunk jerk with anger issues, my mom was also a drunk and Alastor's tailor. Alastor practically to me and my siblings in annnnd the rest is history."
"That's it?" Angel questioned as he leaned towards you, clearly wanted more details.
"That's it. plain and simple."
"So you see him as your father figure."
You didn't say anything as you looked down at the dolls.
"I don't like talking about this." You tried to say with a slightly hostile tone but your voice betrayed you as your throat started to swell.
"I-it's okay." Charlie placed a hand on your shoulder," Who wants to go next."
Angel volunteered and tried to lighten the mood with an erotic story of how he started..... doing what he was doing.
He successfully changed the subject and made every disguested with what he decided to share. In that moment you saw his progress. He came far and you wanted to thank him for it
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Later that night you were in your room midlesly scrolling on the phone Charlie gave you when there was a knock on your door.
You got up to open the door.
There stood Alastor with a surprisingly warm smile.
"Ya know when I met you, you were such a sad kid. You hardly ever made a sound, it scared me. A child like you didn't deserve a family that made you feel that way. I wanted to become your family." He paused for a moment to study your expression before continuing, "I know it's a bit selfish but I'm glad you called dad, my (child/son/daughter)."
You felt the years fall from your eyes but you didn't care as you hugged the man in front of you.
"Thanks, Dad."
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I just realized Cheri Bob was were Angel started before joining the hotel.
art by @ghostly-one
(Fatui Adopt Kaeya AU) - The sanest convo between Kaeya and Dottore ever
Based on this
there's a pretty cursed comic,) don't ask how i saw it. I was looking for something else,) called 'the r*** of demon slayer' and its fucking disgusting. for the love of fuck do NOT view that shit. it is so much worse than it sounds
wtf
curiosity killed the cat
Good day/night!could I request redson, syntax and macaque(platonic or romantic) with a high tier demon popstar reader that disguise themselves as a human to shows and concerts?
HC or oneshot I'm in for it!
◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ノ thank you for your request. Why not have the best of both worlds.
Platonic or Romantic
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You had just finished a performance. The rush some seeing all of your fans cheering for you was what kept you going.
You loved performing. Some special effects that looked like magic was you using your powers. Of course no one knew that but a certain someone waiting backstage....
Helps you makes the beats to some of your music
Mainly listens to soft jazz but if that isn't your cup of tea he can adjust
Always with backhanded compliments even if he didn't mean it to come out that way
*pats back* "you did good"
All arms, real or not, give you a hug
Very sweet even though he looks like a bully he isnt
It's just the spider venom
I don't feel like he'd be in to music all that much
But he still supports you no matter what
He wears a mask so no one will recognize him
Still very recognizable but don't tell him that
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I wanted to try something new with the borders. So far I like it.
i don’t like this, chrissy
ok so hear me out! shy kind baker s/o x red son!
I always imagined him with a baker for some reason.
established relationship
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Red Son stormed into your family's bakery.
This was starting to be a normal occurrence. He'd burst in, shout your name then either drag you out or shadow you while you bake.
"Y/n." He was quiet this time which was a surprise. Turning around you were not only met with Red son but with two others. One you knew of as the monkie kid and other as dragon girl. Of course, you would never call them that.
The 'dragon girl' was looking all around the bakery at different deserts you had. While the monkie kid made a beeline for the counter you were behind.
"Hi, N/n I can call you N/n right? Can I get a slice of that cake?" the monkie kid said leaning over the counter you were behind but was quickly pulled back by your boyfriend.
"Oh uh... h-hello I." You stuttered to get out a single sentence because of his outright personality.
"DON'T call them N/n." He fumed his hair bursting into flaming. He was obviously blushing but the fire pretty much covered it. "We didn't come here for the food. We came here so you can stop annoying me about meeting her. Now you've met here and it times to go." He grabbed both of them and dragged them out of the shop without giving you a chance to even speak.
When he came back he came behind the counter up to you.
"You didn't have to do that we have plenty of food they could've stayed for a while."
"I did cause knowing you, You would give everything thing you baked for free like a moron."
Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues
Me: no, I don't
Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....
The man wonders if anyone knows about the existence of a private property law..
Hi I really liked your alastor and teen!reader fic, could you write more about that please?
Alastor x teen reader (platonic)
letss get ittt
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"I swear if you were hell born you'd be in the sloth ring." Alastor commented as he tried to get you off the couch. "Get up, Y/n."
"Imma get up in a minute." You waved him off as you started to fall back asleep. You were laying on your stomach with you face shoved into a decorative pillow.
"Yeah, they ain't movin'" Angel laughed. Alastor sighed and sat on your back.
You groaned as he made himself comfortable.
"umm Alastor are they okay?" Charlie was as worried as ever.
"Oh, they're fine. In fact, seeing them so comfortable made me want to relax a bit." He snikered.
"asshole." You muttered.
You felt a weight on your legs and looked up to see Husk sitting on them.
"Really?"
He just shrugged with a smile as he made himself comfortable as well.
You groaned and tried to move to no avail.
"I'm allowing you to sleep yet you want to get up." Alastor sneered, "I don't see the problem."
"The problem is that YOU'RE BEING ANOYING DAD." It took you a second to realize what you just said but when you did it was to late to get away.
Angel and Vaggie erupted in laughter as you wiggled your way from under them.
"What did you call me."
"Nothing asshole." You said while retreating to your room to not be seen for the rest of the day.
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Kokushibo and Y/N
Based on their backstory and end
*Manga Spoilers*
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Kamaboku squad: C'mon
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Giyuu: Body Terror Song
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Obani + kanjiro: A Wistful Waltz
Their death was so bitter sweet🥲
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Sanemi + genya: Evelyn Evelyn and 4:00 A.M.
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Akaza: Heat Waves
Doma: putting a spin on never ever getting rid of me and I can't decide
Enmu: The silent Tragic Trantrum
Kokushibo: Putting a spin on fly me to the moon