The Owl House Oneshots

3- Aladarius

Ship: Aladarius (Alador Blight x Darius Deamonne)

Prompt: "If I didn't know better I'd say you were flirting with me."

Alador's POV

"As Head of the Abomination Coven, I pronounce you an idiot." The man in front of me states smugly, looking up and down at my Abomination-goop-covered figure.

I grumble incoherent nonsense, causing Darius to laugh. Not my planned outcome.

"Shut up," I reply, glaring at my lifelong rival.

"Why? Annoying you is so much fun."

"Well lucky you, because being around you is annoying in itself." I mumble. "Why are you even here?"

I glance around at my messy workshop then back at Darius. It would be odd if any Head Witch were here, conveniently just as my new invention explodes, but Darius? His timing was suspiciously good.

Well, does Darius really count as a 'Head Witch', anymore, now that he's basically given up the Coven System?

"I heard about Odalia. Wanted to check in." Darius answers vaguely.

"Oh. Um... thanks, I guess?" I respond, taken aback. "The divorce was really for the best. We both went our separate ways before, and now we can do that without any difficulty."

"You were to good for her, anyway." Darius blurts, eyes widening as he realizes what he said. "I mean- no, I- wait- ack!"

I grin. "Darius, was that a compliment?"

A slight blush creeps onto the other man's face. "No, I-"

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me." I tease, a smug grin now on my  face.

"Oh," Darius scoffs, "That's not flirting. I can flirt much better."

"You're just, what, too flustered right now?" I ask. "Hey, didn't you have a crush on me back at Hexside?"

"No!"

"Yeah right. Don't try to deny it. Everyone knew. Even me."

"Shut up, Alador!"

My smug grin falls from my face and is replaced by an expression of surprise as I take in his words. "Did you actually just use my name?"

"I- what?"

"You usually call me some annoying, rude nickname. But you didn't. You said 'Alador'. My name." I explain.

"...so?"

"Sooooo... what's up with you?" I wonder aloud. "Where's the calm, collected, arrogant Darius Deamonne I know?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"Fine. But I can tell you still like me."

"And what if I do?!" Darius explodes, eyes widening yet again as he realizes what he said.

"Well," I begin with a smirk, "If you do, then would it be so weird if I, hypothetically, liked you back?"

"If you did," Darius responds, "Would it be weird if I, hypothetically, asked you out?"

"No." I respond. "Not weird at all."

Darius walks over to me with a smirk, plants a quick kiss on my forehead, and says, "Tomorrow at six. Be ready." Then he walks away without another word.

I can feel a blush on my face as I start to smile.

Looks like I'm going on a date.