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TWIRLING DESIRES
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⚠️⚠️ WARNING: MILD 🍋, ⚠️⚠️
BLOOD
(A/N: Oh......The Chapter title gave it away i guess )
Y/N POV
“Holy schmoonks! You mean you have several more of these??” Angel Dust said to you with wide eyes, holding a plate full of food with his lower hand while pointing at his current outfit.
You chuckled after sipping the juice in your hand, “Yes, yes Angel Sweet, i do have a couple of those in your style and I'll have them delivered later..” you nodded and gave him a smile.
He grinned, “Oh Y/N baby~ you're the best!” You immediately avoided the plate on Angel Dust's hands as he excitedly hugged you.
You catched the almost falling plate of desert from his other lower hand and helplessly sighed.
“Litte Angel Sweet~ please be mindful of your food, and dine at the table properly..” You stated with a slight admonishing tone in your voice when he parted with you.
He clicked his tongue with feigned annoyance, “And here i thought only smiles would lecture me..”
He grumbled and gave you a shrug, sashaying towards the rowdy table where all the others were enjoying themselves with a mini buffet you prepared after all the buzz that happened earlier. Your smile widened slightly as you watched them battle each other for food.
The rowdy bunch was still in their costumes from earlier and most of them are poised, holding their forks like a throwing dagger and hands almost as fast as your card handling, scrambling for deserts and food.
Soon, the Spoon and forks were made into flying projectiles and Charlie was trying her best to stop all of them from using the knives as a weapon as well, Vaggie also helped from stoping them, Husker, was drinking as usual however got pulled by Angel Dust into the chaos too. Your eyes flashed with laughter and amusement as you blissfully gazed at the chaotic scene.
“A penny of your thoughts, Mon amour?” A slight static was laced with his voice, and without even turning around, you knew who it was...since he was the only one absent after the fashion show ended.
You turned your head only to see Alastor, still in his fashion outfit, he still wore the glasses earlier and his hair was still pulled back on the side. Your fingers twitched, wanting to trace and touch his styled hair.
His eyes narrowed, noticing your absent minded gaze as you gazed him, “You favor this version of me?” His grin widened, his tone was full of smugness. It wasn't an inquiry at all. It sounded like he was already sure of the answer.
Your eyes trailed again, before answering him with a slight flush gracing on your cheeks, “Well, it does look good on you, Mi fe..”
He chuckled at your answer, taking a step, he closed the slight distance between the two of you, gently placing his hand on yours, he lifted it and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
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