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Hold on, just a little while longer
Hold On
the song Hold On by Chord Overstreet but instead it’s Jonathan singing it about Sherwin because his boyfriend is in a coma after trying to kill himself
Pal, you did a GOOD fic, I LOVE IT:)
Charlastor Week Day 3: Cooking
(I’m cheating here lmao sorry. This one was gonna be the Human AU fic but then I had a better idea for both prompts in terms of direction
Also is this fic about a healthy relationship? Nah.
Warning: contains blood, talking about cannibalism and murder)
Day 3 Cooking
“Alastor!“ a sharp gasp made Alastor whip his head around to the shack’s door. Blood had splattered across his wicked grin. He found the silhouette of who he recognized was Charlie standing at the door. He couldn’t see her expression due to the outside light behind her obscuring her face, but he could only imagine the delicious horror that graced her features.
The bloodthirst set in once more and the one thing he wanted to see was his lover and prey’s face twisted in horror and despair before her sweet light drained from her eyes.
It was too bad. Charlie was a special gal who was closest to his heart than anyone ever could ever get. In a way he did find a kind of love with her in their three years together. She was always lovely and interesting and the fact that she hadn’t bored him yet surprised him. It certainly was a crying shame that his favorite prey was about to meet her end now that she’d seen too much. He had no doubt that he’d miss her as he savored each delicious piece of her.
Through the obscurity, Alastor could see that she brought her clasped hands to her chest. “You…” she paused.
Alastor approached slowly, a butcher’s knife in hand. “Yes, Charlie?”
She stood in place and didn’t move. While he appreciated her thoughtfulness to not run away and just accept her fate, Alastor was partially disappointed that he couldn’t give chase to the doe. After all, they always tasted best when they desperately fought for their lives. “You’re the New Orleans Butcher…” she whispered just enough for the two of them to hear.
‘She even whispered my secret. What a lovely, thoughtful girl.’
With a wide grin, he replied with confidence. “Yes indeedy! And what are you-“ he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks unable to continue.
Once he was close enough so that the light that obscured her face dissipated, Alastor found a small smile on her lovely face. She even seemed to be suppressing a laugh even.
“And here I was worrying about that…”
His smile remained but faltered slightly at the sight. What about this situation was so funny? Did she not understand what was going on? He almost felt concerned for the strange woman. “Worrying about what my dear?” Why was this so funny to her? She was about to die by her lover’s hand!
“Alastor… I think we’ve been hiding some crazy secrets from each other.”
The man tightened his grip on the bloodied butcher’s knife in his hand. “What do you mean?”
She stepped closer with her relieved smile in place, impossibly calm as she approached slowly. “I’ve been thinking about the future a lot recently. And I know this is selfish of me, but one day I’ll have to leave. And I was thinking, when that time came I’d never see you again. I’ve always wanted to see the good in people and see them go to Heaven, but you… I-I was sure you’d go to Heaven and I’d never get to see you again. And it’s awful, but somehow… I’m relieved,” She was now in front of him, no trace of fear in her eyes. Only a soft smile full of joy and tearful relief. Alastor had no idea how to react. He couldn’t move his legs let alone lift his arm to end the odd woman.
His lover looked up at him, her brown eyes clear even under the dim light. But then she blinked and Alastor could have sworn he’d snapped. Her sclera glowed a brilliant red while the iris was a golden ring around her black pupils. The sound of something sprouting from Charlie’s head took his attention away from her eyes. Two long horns sprouted amongst rapidly growing golden hair.
“M-my word…” Alastor whispered, not knowing what else to say. His heart pounded in his chest, making him feel all sorts of emotions. But none of those emotions were negative in the slightest.
“I’m sorry if this is too much for you. I didn’t want you to see me this way.” Seeing his expression and hearing his tone, Charlie’s gaze fell to the floor in assumed dejection. She probably looked like a hideous monster to him. She acted too hastily and now she had to be ready for whatever came next.
“What are you then, my love?” The words made Charlie’s eyes widen in shock. The term of endearment truly caught her off guard and for a moment she didn’t know what to do other than look back up at him with the same shocked expression he had just a moment ago. “You can tell me Charlie.”
His expression softened back to the smile she was familiar with as if a moment ago he wasn’t planning his next meal around her. His darkened eyes were almost loving. If he was frightened at all, he was good at hiding it.
Charlie clasped her hands together, suddenly feeling awkward and shy. “I-I’m a demon. I’m from H-Hell.”
It came to Alastor as a surprise. She was the single most pure creature to exist. What had she done to earn her eternal damnation? “It can’t possibly be. You’re the sweetest little thing to grace the Earth. Tell me, how is it you ended up in Hell?”
The ease of his questions only surprised Charlie further. It was as if this was just a normal occurrence and he was asking her about her day. “I was born there.” She replied truthfully, attempting to sound natural about it.
Alastor, butcher knife still in hand, placed his free hand on her shoulder and continued, “So when you said you had to go home one day, did you mean that you were going back to Hell?”
Charlie nodded and suddenly she was drawn into his arms. “You silly, sweet girl.” Charlie felt the handle of the butcher’s knife pressing against her back, but she wasn’t worried. She trusted her Alastor, not like the cleaver would harm her anyway. She reciprocated the hug with a small smile until she realized something.
She peered up at him with a questioning look. “And what about you? How long has this been going on?”
Alastor hummed as he thought for a moment. “About seven years or so,” he said casually as if he were just speaking about the weather. It nearly unnerved Charlie that he was so casual and calm about this. Then again, she wasn’t any better with her own secret.
“So I suppose I’ll be seeing you in Hell one day.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to look her down.
He failed to mention what exactly he did with those he slaughtered. He also failed to mention that Charlie herself would have eventually ended up as another source of food for him once he felt she outlived her entertainment.
“I’ve been here for three. Wow… I never would have suspected!” She pulled out of his embrace, not realizing that she was now covered in blood.
“Yes that is the point, darling. If everyone suspected, well I just wouldn’t be here now would I?” He laughed with a shrug. To his surprise, Charlie let out a closed-mouthed giggle. Then again she was a demon, murder must not mean much to her.
Alastor raised his eyebrows and grinned widely. “So as a demon would you approve?”
“I mean as a demon I’m supposed to. I’m supposed to “tempt” people to sin. But I also don’t necessarily like it. I… really don’t actually.” she said hesitantly as she turned her gaze to the bloodied workbench in the corner. It still held the fresh corpse of a man Charlie couldn’t recognize.
‘What was he going to do with the man? None of the bodies of his victims have ever been found… The only thing the New Orleans Slasher would leave behind were splatters of blood and bits of his victims.’
Alastor belted a hearty chuckle. “You’re not a very good demon, dear.”
“Ah yeah…” she huffed an awkward chuckle as she turned her attention back to her lover in front of her. “My dad’s reminded me of that for a while now…”
“I bet. Now as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, this isn’t the place for that my love,” he nodded to the door and shot her a reassuring grin. “Why don’t you head back in the house and once I’m done out here we can talk.”
Charlie smiled half relieved and half gratefully. She leaned up and kissed the part of his cheek that was free of blood. “Sounds good. Do you want me to make you anything?” Her demonic form dissipated with another blink of an eye, which Alastor watched with full interest before walking back to the workbench.
“Coffee would be nice sweetheart. Oh and I must apologize. It seems I’ve left a mess on you.” he gestured toward her front and Charlie immediately looked down. She jumped in surprise and then sighed.
Charlie pouted and inspected her dress. “Al, you need to be more careful! I’m really not supposed to do this but…” she paused and snapped her fingers. A rush of hellfire consumed her for a split second before revealing a spotless dress on the slasher’s cleaned lover. He was at a loss for words at the spectacle. Charlie let out a content breath and continued, “This is my favorite dress!” She turned and made it back to the threshold before turning back to Alastor, who looked dumbfounded. “Please make sure to wash up before you come back in please? Blood isn’t fun to wash up you know.”
Alastor awoke from his daze. He nearly burst out laughing, but merely chuckled at the odd request. “Yes dear.”
Once the door closed, Alastor went back to work feeling a strange sense of ease, excitement and intrigue all in one sensation. Who was once his prey and simple ingredient was now his confidant. It almost felt good keeping someone who knew of his hobby around strangely enough. Maybe it was the sudden rush of adrenaline?
Or maybe it was because he’d realized that he’d taken a demon for a lover. And while he did genuinely love Charlie in a strange way, knowing now that she was a demon only seemed to spark a new feeling of excitement that he refused to extinguish. “A demon…” he muttered as he cut away at the bone of his latest kill. “The little dear is just full of surprises.”
He made quick work of his preparations. Once he packed and stored his future meal in a natural underground freezer, he wiped off the excess blood from his person, per Charlie’s request. The underground storage was at the peak temperature to store meats now that the first snowfall coated the ground. Properly packed, the human flesh would hold up longer. He’d make a fine meal later, but first he needed to chat with his lovely demon waiting for him.
He found her in the sitting room, reading a book peacefully with a pair of steaming cups beside her. When she heard his footsteps, she looked to the door and smiled. “Your coffee’s waiting for you.”
Alastor took the cup closest to his unoccupied chair and took a sip. “Thank you darling. Now, I hope you know I have plenty of questions. And I’m sure you do too.” he walked to the sofa and set his coffee cup down on the coffee table. He pat the seat next to him, to which Charlie smiled and obliged. He took her hand in her’s and let their clasped hands rest on the cushion between them.
The little demoness turned to face him, looking like she was ready to burst. “Alastor, I actually only have one question for you.”
“Go on.” he replied calmly.
She tensed. Alastor detected this sign of distress but remained unmoved. “Did you… ever feed me human…?” Charlie asked shyly. She prayed that her thoughts were wrong. She pieced together that he probably ate his victims seeing how he put so much care into the butchering of his victims.
“Oh no dear, I would never,” he replied promptly. He felt Charlie relax as soon as he said it. She wouldn’t know how to feel if she found out that she ate human meat. She’d had so many meals at Alastor’s house that once the idea entered her mind, she feared for the worst. “Not only would it be rude to feed it to someone who would not appreciate the taste of human flesh, I am also selfish. I don’t have it often, but I’m willing to share with you if you-“
Once her question was answered satisfactorily, she cut him off. “Nope! No no no thank you!” She shook her head wildly and crossed her arms into an ‘X’. “You can have all of it.” once she finished speaking, she placed her hand back into his grasp and plopped her head onto his shoulders with a sigh.
Alastor chuckled and took another sip of coffee while it still steamed in its cup. “How generous of you, dearest. You’re a demon are you not? I’m surprised that you have an aversion for human flesh!”
“Haha… yeah… I’m just not the biggest fan…”
They spoke for a bit longer before the grandfather clock reminded the pair of the time.
“Oh! I haven’t prepared dinner yet!” Charlie cried. She let go of Alastor’s hand and stood. She made her way toward the kitchen before turning to Alastor. “What would you like for dinner? We still have venison.”
Alastor stood as well and grinned. “Allow me to assist you my love. I’m sure my talents with flesh will help you greatly.”
Charlie scoffed and nodded. “Alright come on funny guy.”
It didn’t feel right, but she was happy. Sure he committed heinous actions, and he probably intended to turn on her one day, but Alastor was still the same Alastor she knew. It was awful but she wasn’t fazed by his hobby for murder and consumption of other humans. Once she was gone, it was inevitable that he’d one day find himself in the fiery pits of Hell and reunite with her. It didn’t matter what he did at this point. As long as he stayed by her side, she’d be content.
LET THEEM IIINNNNNNN
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Beauty
After finishing a journey of discovery and solitude in his Donday, Steven returns as an adult, while Connie is already a 19-year-old college student.
Piece of beauty
heart racing!! part 1
From: Arranged Marriage AU
The wonderful and really sweet writer:
@charliesradiodemon
Not gonna tell you when this happens, so go, go, read it! It is good stuff!
And about why I chose to draw this part, it is because I love so much this scene, so cute, so thrilling! simply incredible! but seriously such a good scene, the fanfic is full of that!
(I was literally screaming, AL POTATO IS RACING LIKE CRAZY!! AHHHHHHH SO CUTEEEE!!!!)
(Girl, keep doing what you are doing, cause is incredible! hope you like it!)
part 2
(yes, there will be a second part XD).
take care oxoxo
Leon: Gloria congratulations on being Champion. Do you have anything to say to the audience?
Gloria: Yes. Now, I never thought this day would come. But now that it happened... it has given me the confidence to say this... But first, can challenger Hop come down to the stage.
Hop: Huh?
[Hop walks in]
Hop: Gloria, what’s wrong?
[Gloria takes a deep breath]
Gloria: Hop... My best friend... My rival... since we started this journey to do the gym challenge I was always unsure what I wanted for my future... I didn’t even consider being champion and yet you were so set on being champion... I just wanted to be there for you...
Hop: Gloria...
Gloria: But after our fight in the tournament... I realized I ripped that dream from you... and yet you still smiled... and instead of me cheering you it was the other way around...
Hop: Hey-.
Gloria: Then during the Eternatus events... I felt something. Fear... and love. Fear to lose you... and happy for everything else about you. Your spirit. Your confidence. Your kindness.
[Gloria turns to Hop and walks towards him]
Gloria: It was then I realized... there was a way for you to be champion... not in the same way as the Pokémon League does it, but a true champion to this champion.
[Gloria stops infront of Hop and kisses him for a minute and smiles]
Gloria: Would you go out with me and be my champion?
[Audience is silent for an answer, then hop hugs Gloria after a moment of silence]
Hop: You dummy... I was going to confess the same way when I became champion.
Gloria: So... that’s a yes right?
Hop: Of course it’s a yes!
[Audience cheers and Hop and Gloria kiss again as the celebration happens]
——Bonus——
Leon: Ha! I knew they liked each other! You owe me $100 Raihan!
[Raihan gives Leon $100]
Raihan: Not gonna lie, your brother is good for her. Though I still think Bebe would have been a better choice.
[Piers walks in]
Piers: No Marnie would have been way better. But Hop is second best choice I guess.
Leon: Oh Piers, you’re still here.
Raihan: Wait, isn’t Gloria and Marnie straight?
Piers: Bold of you to assume their sexuality.
First of all, I’d like to apologize if you don’t like OOC fanfics or Charlastor fics, please ignore this one if that’s the case! So basically, this is about if Charlie and Alastor had been human and grew up together. This is entirely based on if Alastor was Demiromantic (which actually falls under the Aromantic umbrella) and had fallen in love with Charlie towards the end of their schooling/early adulthood. It is set so that they were born around 1904/1905. But anyways! I’m giving away the whole entire plot! Don’t mind me! Some warnings do include: References to violence/murder, OOC-ness of main characters, and there is some r-rated language. There are almost zero references towards, ahem, adult activities, or even really any kissing. Mostly references cuddles and hugs. Also, if anyone wants to suggest a name for this, please do so. Again, wasting your time! Sorry! Let’s get this show on the road!
A Charlastor AU
Alastor was angry. He was sad. He was grieving. He stood at his wife’s funeral, his smile was in place, but it looked more like a grimace than anything. Her friends and family had come, as well as his.
“She left this world far too early.”
“Taken away before her time.”
“She was far too kind for this world.”
Alastor couldn’t agree more. Charlotte, or Charlie as she preferred, his wife, his confidant, his world, was gone. They had grown up together, even though they came from wildly different backgrounds. His mother had been the Magne family’s head chef, and they had allowed her to bring Alastor along, saying that they had a daughter of the same age, and they could even play together.
Alastor had been a shy child, though, so when he first met Charlie at the tender age of 5, and she had immediately declared him her “bestest friend”, well... he had hid behind his mothers skirts. She had pushed him back out though and urged him to get to know the little heiress, telling him that he couldn’t spend all his time with his mother, and he knew well enough he wasn’t allowed in the kitchens anyways, “Too many knives, dear.”
So, he had been pulled out of the house and into the lavish gardens by the little girl wearing a frilly pink dress, that apparently she hated.
They had spent the entire day and the days to follow together, and when the time came for them to go to school, they both thought that they would be separated, only for Alastor to be invited to attend the school Charlie was going to go to. When he asked his mother, she said that Charlie’s parents had offered the scholarship as a “perk” of working for them. (Later on, Alastor would find out that Charlie’s mother, Lily, had seen the school Alastor would be attending and immediately denied it, saying there was no way any friend of Charlie’s was going to go to such a run down school)
And so the trend continued through their adolescence, until it was time to graduate. By this time, the two were nigh inseparable, and Alastor, despite his best efforts, had fallen in love. It wasn’t until his first broadcast a year and a half later that he finally got the courage to ask her out for a date. And only because he had found out the hard way that Charlie had a jealous streak a mile wide.
Alastor had laughed at his own idiocy, “Darling, why don’t we go out dancing tomorrow night?”
Charlie peeked up at him, her cheeks a rosy hue from her embarrassment, “Like a date?”
Alastor grinned, his chest warm, “Yes, Doll. A real date.”
And the rest was history. At least to the rest of the world.
You see, Charlie was the only person in the world who knew the identity of the New Orleans killer. And not only did she know who he was, but she literally helped him get away with murder. After all, she loved him.
She also created his cause: only ever kill the ones who were dirty. Abusers, rapists, dirty cops and dirtier officials.
She had helped him bury bodies or clean up blood on multiple occasions. She had even acted as a lure for others. She had been the one to come up with the template for his victims when he had admitted to her his desires to hurt others those years ago, “We can’t control your urges, Al, but we can aim them in a more... proactive direction.”
The 1930’s were rife with crime, if the FBI were to be believed. Just last year they had come out with a Bulletin, trying to get the public to speak up. They also had a fancy new lab for solving crime. ‘Oh well’ Alastor thought, ‘37 victims in and they’ve yet to even come close to me. Then again, I had Charlie before.’
Another wave of grief washed over him. He felt actual tears roll down his cheeks. Finally he was asked to speak.
Alastor cleared his throat, speaking was his specialty, but now it seemed so hard, “Charlie... she was my entire world, my confidant, my only love, and my.. partner-in-crime. She never deserved this. She was always so happy! Her smiles even outshone mine! I just want her back, if I’m entirely honest. I’d give anything to hold her again.” He turned, a blood red rose and a fist full of dirt clutched in either hand as they finished lowering her, he kissed the rose and tossed it down, then threw the handful of dirt as well. At that moment, something about Alastor seemed to fracture. After that day, no one ever saw him without a smile again.
Charlie
She awoke in a strange, gray room. Surrounding her were 3 forms, their faces indistinguishable, “Charlotte Rose Magne, you have been brought before us for judgement. Do you repent for your sins? Do you accept Lord Jesus Christ as your savior?”
“Repent? Repent for what?”
“For aiding in the murder of 37 individuals.”
“You mean taking horrible people off the street? For loving my husband?”
“If you shall not repent, to Hell you shall be sent.”
Before anything else could be said, three gavels slammed down, and Charlie could feel fire burning her soul. As she fell, she changed. Horns grew from her forehead, curling backwards, her sclera turned blood red, and her iris poison yellow. She lost all color, turning porcelain white. Her canines sharpened and she could taste blood in her mouth. She landed on a strange ground, everything around her was red, and there was a set of wrought iron gates in front of her. She picked herself up, walking forward.
So this was Hell. It was nothing like what she expected. Demons walked the streets, from all the eras thus far. She looked to her left and saw her reflection, ‘Well this just won’t do.’ She felt a strange tug as she concentrated on changing her appearance to that without the horns and eyes. There. Once her eyes had changed to black with yellow sclera and her horns were gone, she looked like an actual doll. She grinned.
Looking around some more, she noticed there were demons selling drugs and murdering others out in the open. It was obvious to her that everything goes in this place. There is one thing she is certain of, though. She needs some kind of protection.
There was a commotion to her right, a building that looked like a jazz lounge stood, and in front of it she could hear two demonesses arguing, “you can’t just up and quit! You’re our only Canary!”
Mimzy, I do believe I just did! Now enough with this jive, I’m off to bigger and better things!”
Charlie decided this was her chance. She knew she had a great voice, Alastor and others had always told her so. She felt a pang of grief and pain. Alastor...
She pushed it aside. She needed a job to survive now. She would just wait for her husband. They wouldn’t be apart forever.
“Excuse me! You’re Ms. Mimzy? You own this lounge?”
The demoness turned to her, “Yes, that’s me. What do you need?”
Charlie grinned, using the charm that her husband had taught her when she wanted something, “Why! I’ve heard quite a bit about this place and I would just love the chance to audition for a singing position. I’m told I have quite the pipes, and you seem to have found yourself in need of a canary!”
Mimzy looked Charlie up and down before hefting a heavy sigh, “Fine, at least you’re a looker. Let’s go. Hopefully you aren’t a trip for biscuits.”
Charlie just kept her smile at full blast. She was taken into the clip joint and straight to Mimzy’s office, where she was given a list of songs to pick from. She chose Blue Skies by Irving Berlin, as it was one of her favorites.
As she sang the song, she watched Mimzy’s face go from doubtful, to elated, to downright giddy. When she was done, Mimzy jumped up, “Why I never! What a talent! You can count yourself hired. What is your name anyway? You never told it.”
“My name, Ms. Mimzy, is Charlie.” She said, adding a flourishing curtsy.
“And what kind of demoness are you? I was a Lady in White until they finally got a hold of me and sent me down here.”
Charlie didn’t know how, but she knew the immediate answer, and her grin widened, “I am a siren. If I wanted, I could entrance all those around me. Make them do what I wish. But no worries, Ms. Mimzy, you’ll not have to deal with that unless you ask it of me. I prefer to just let things lie.”
Mimzy laughed, “Oh, but I wouldn’t mind at all if it brought more patrons in. What with that new lounge down the street, patronage has been on the fritz lately.”
“Well then, Ms. Mimzy, I do believe you have yourself a new Canary!”
And thus, for the next year, Charlie would sing at The Black Silhouette, and business was booming. Charlie would use a siren song once or twice in a night in order to draw in patrons, and Mimzy paid her extremely well. By the end of a year, Charlie had more money than a couple overlords with how much she made the lounge. Mimzy ended up having to buy a bigger building just to keep up with the intake of patrons.
There was one incident that became the reason Mimzy knew why Charlie was in Hell in the first place.
One of the men her husband had murdered, a serial rapist if she remembered right, had come to The Black Silhouette with a pally or two and recognized Charlie right away. After all, she’d actually lured him into the trap, and considering his pastime, had wanted a personal hand in bumping him.
He’d made a huge scene, of course, so Charlie had to deal with it personally. Killing him again in front of all her patrons had admittedly been a tad bit thrilling. Unfortunately that nagging guilt had nipped at her heals again. She pushed it down. He was the real monster. Still, she wished her husband was here. He’d enjoy doing the dirty work so she could keep her hands clean.
When Mimzy had asked what that was all about, Charlie had a simple reply, “Why, I used to help my husband murder people of course! He was one of them. Even had a hand in it myself, though I usually prefer not to do the real dirty work.”
She had grinned the entire time. As her husband used to say: smiles are power. If you can smile through anything, then people will always move out of your way.
Charlie missed her husband dearly. Her heart ached every day. She hated the pain, but she also hoped that he didn’t join her too soon.
“Charlie! You’re on in 1 minute!” She grinned.
Alastor
Hell. He was in Hell. The crown of his head still ached where his horns had come in, his smile still ever present, only now his teeth were sharper. There was a constant pain in his stomach, and he knew it would never be relieved. Wendigo. That word crossed his head and he knew it to be true. He stepped through the gates and into Hell’s streets. He didn’t expect to find his wife. She was probably sent up top. The grief struck again.
Truthfully, Alastor had only gotten angrier and messier once his beloved departed.
He would have kept going though, if not for the hunter. That fucking hunter. Those fucking dogs.
As he passed by a Jazz lounge called The Black Silhouette, the door opened and a voice he knew all too well came lilting out, curling around him and soothing something inside him that he didn’t realize until that moment needed soothing.
His head whipped to the side, and he immediately made for the doors to the lounge. He passed the Bouncer and as he caught sight of her, his lungs stopped working.
Up on stage was his Charlie. His doll. His partner-in-crime. She was beautiful in a sparkling red floor length dress, her blonde hair longer now than he remembered, but still gorgeous as ever. She looked like a porcelain doll.
He stood for minutes as she finished, heading backstage. He rushed to go find her. He had to.
Charlie Charlie Charlie.
He was stopped by a small woman, “You may be a fan, but no one is allowed back stage to go see her.”
Alastor felt rage at being held back from his beloved. Red sigils started dancing around his being, smile becoming sharper, “You will not stand between my wife and myself. Move.”
The woman looked shocked, but not by his power, but by his words, “Wait. You’re her husband?” She narrowed her eyes, “What is your name. I’m the only one she’s ever told her husbands name to, so I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Ah. So Charlie trusted this woman enough to tell her his name? He supposed he could play along then. Wouldn’t want to upset Charlie, after so long apart, “Alastor.”
The woman looked at him closely, “Very well. Her dressing room is the third door on the left. There are no names on the doors so people can’t just see who’s in where.”
Without another thought or word, Alastor rushed forward. He got to the door before bursting through it, forgetting for the moment all the manners his mother taught him.
He watched Charlie whip around, her eyes red and yellow, and a vicious smile on her face. Until she caught sight of him, “A-Alastor? Is... that really you?”
“Why hello Darlin! Wasn’t expecting to see you down here!” His heart wouldn’t stop beating.
Charlie let out a watery laugh as Alastor stepped through the door, shutting it firmly, “I refused to repent when they offered, and I knew you wouldn’t, so I got sent here. I managed to run into Mimzy right as I arrived. Her Canary had just flew the coop and she needed a new one so I offered right then and there. After all, I had a lavish lifestyle I was quite used to.”
Alastor chuckled, “Darling, you hated that lifestyle.”
Finally neither could take it and Charlie was in his arms, and he finally felt whole again.
OMG that is SOOO BEAUTIFUL, W-what? Thats not a tear, it just onions?!
I love your Rayllum fan art but I have a request can you draw callum and rayla having a child please😀
Here you go^^
A little sweet family and bonus a rayllum kiss because I’m weak🤧
I draw @woo-cash ’s time skip version of rayllum and their little girl 💕 his version of them is too perfect 😩👌and I really lack imagination🙃anyway I have so much fun drawing these💘
General.
Amaya: How are things today general?
Janai: Very nice, general.
Amaya: *smirks*
Janai: General.
Amaya: General.
Janai: *nodding* General.
Gren: This is nice.
Hallelujah, they are in Love, at least...... Now i can make some arts bout that
every rayllum kiss: 7/?
Callum! But how did you—? ‘Cause I love you, Rayla. I really do. I love you too, Callum.
I looove it, i smiled the whole time
To Build a Home
A/N: *dusts cobwebs off of English degree* Hi, all! Welcome to my first ever tdp fanfic! It’s been a little while since I’ve written fanfiction, so this was an experience (but a good one). This is my gift for @imactualfandomtrash for the @tdpholidayexchange. I heard you like Rayllum and Janaya (and so do I), so I’ve included both, of course! I hope you and anyone else who reads this enjoy! Have a wonderful, safe, and happy holiday season everyone!
Title: To Build a Home
Ao3: This fanfic can also be read here
Word Count: 5,688
Pairings: Rayllum, with sprinkles of Janaya and Ruthari
Summary: In which Callum contemplates what home really means to him while attempting to propose to Rayla at Katolis’s annual winter festival; Ezran, Bait, Runaan, and Ethari observe in amusement from a distance; and Amaya and Janai compete to see who will win this year’s annual arm wrestling competition.
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In his 20 years, Callum had never really been that excited about Katolis’s annual winter festival.
Sure, there were fun games, warm drinks, and amazing treats, but growing up as the princes of Katolis, he and Ezran had never gotten to enjoy the celebration the same way other kids did. It always seemed to come with responsibilities. As kids, they were expected to smile, wave, and make a good impression as the youngest members of the royal family. Though King Harrow had, of course, always encouraged them to go play games, win prizes, and eat winterberry jelly tarts, Callum could never shake the feeling that the entire kingdom was watching everything he did.
In the years after Ezran became king, Callum hadn’t made it back to Katolis for the festival. Though he usually kept pretty busy in the winter months practicing ice spells with Ibis, he’d never really made an effort to come. Ez would be busy with kingly duties – giving speeches, conversing with citizens, making political connections, and so on – so it wasn’t really the best time to visit his brother anyway. He’d always entertained the thought of taking Rayla someday, but it was rare that she could get an extended period of time off from her Dragonguard duties, and he really didn’t have any desire to go without her.
This year, however, was different. This year was special.
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This is so... Romantic, love is in the air
You Are My Shelter
Happy Winter’s Turn, Rori! Here is my finished piece for @tdpholidayexchange. I matched with Rori, who requested some Janai/Amaya goodness. I’ve always wanted to see someone getting to use the Banther Lodge in winter time, so this was a perfect opportunity to let Amaya take Janai to see it.
And I’m so excited to present @random-fandom-ramble‘s bonus art, custom drawn for this fic, as well! Posted with permission. Thanks, friend!
Happy holidays, Rori! Hope you enjoy!
Title: You Are My Shelter
Series: The Dragon Prince
AO3 Link: Read me!
Pairing: Janaya
Janai stood on the snowy steps of the Banther Lodge and studied the front doors from beneath the golden ruff of fur on her scarlet cloak’s hood. She’d been excited to share Winter’s Turn with Amaya, but she hadn’t expected their first winter holiday to be spent at such a cozy family location. Or that it would be so sun-blightedly cold in Katolis. The snowstorm had been howling for hours, and she’d forgotten what it was like to be able to feel her toes. She’d have used her heat-being to warm up if it wouldn’t have spooked the horse Amaya lent her.
Amaya threw open the front doors, and then she strode back to the steps and took Janai by the hands. Her smile was wide and mischievous, promising soft adventure within, and Janai let herself be pulled inside.
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ORGANIC GOTH
Cursed Creature here
hii do you still have httyd homecoming?? is there a way you can send me a link???
Yes I do!Here’s the link:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wOSfAaasfnRnMBO-deYu9iyyLtruKlW_/view
Thanks to @random-httyd-fan !
Guys, the movie is still great if you Will NOT LOOK AT SO TINY DETAILS, i know about that fact but... Maybe it was just a joke? A very bad one? Remember that dreamworks worked with ANOTHER STUDIO and where this STUDIO from? BOOM:CHINA
LMAO DREAMWORKS IS TRASH. As an Asian violinist who was excited about seeing this movie before, I just wanna say FUCK YOU. FUCK WHOEVER ALLOWED FOR THIS TO BE IN THE FINAL CUT. Dreamworks finally got the galls to make a movie starring an Asian girl and they decided to put in this Chinese imperialistic agenda against my country!! GREAT //s
For those who didn’t know: that above is the nine-dash line, a controversial and wildly false statement by China, claiming that the Eastern Sea (which belongs to Vietnam alongside other SEAsian countries) was actually their territory according to some obscure history that only they seem to remember - I wonder why. The whole thing an entire mess and a half, but it did die down some time ago. I honestly didn’t expect to see it again, let alone be reminded of it in this seemingly lighthearted family movie of a WESTERN company.
A lot of Vietnamese people are calling to boycott Dreamworks and for this, I completely understand why. They should’ve known better, there’s no excuse to this.
~Mod L
Skyrim shuffle
OMG this is totally gay +Korra, congratulations with a girlfriend
how Asami won Korra over
SECRET TUNEEL!!!
Caaan you feeel the LOOVEE Tonight...
Touched up an old korrasami commission! Based on @guileheroine‘s fic: The Everthere.
Sometimes we can hear their voices
the httyd fandom is dead and i’m really sad about it :(
Im in -_-
MEmE
*Level up*
*eats a berry* *eats a berry* *eats a berry* *eats a berry* *eats a berry*
I wonder what her father will say about that
Yes
Hiccup telling Toothless to go.
Reblog cause why not
Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
Deku squad!!
50% tired 50% horny
Just normal day for Russian people(im russian person)
a gift