#Underworld Wanderers

[oldschoolfrp]

Wandering monsters in OD&D, from Dungeons & Dragons Vol 3: The Underworld & Wilderness Adventures by Gygax and Arneson, TSR, 1974:

Each movement turn in the underworld is 10 minutes, at the end of which the referee rolls 1d6. A wandering monster encounter occurs on a "6." (Note the use of "referee" throughout the original rules. The term "dungeon master" was introduced in the California gaming scene and made its way back to Lake Geneva by 1975.)

Monsters are divided into 6 "monster levels" for purposes of determining the encounter type. The referee first rolls 1d6 to determine which monster level table to consult, then rolls a different die to determine the exact monster type. It is possible to encounter a level 4 monster like a group of ogres on dungeon level 1, or a level 2 monster such as zombies on dungeon level 3.

Many of the encounters are with NPCs, described by the titles of different classes and character levels -- Thaumaturgists, Myrmidons, Superheros.

The "Thoul" on the level 2 table was not mentioned anywhere else in the original OD&D set. Moldvay's Basic Set (1981) seems to be the first core book in any version of D&D to describe this "magical combination of a ghoul, a hobgoblin, and a troll."

Among the level 4 monsters we find "White Apes," the 6-limbed creatures of Barsoom in Burroughs' John Carter stories that also could occur in the wilderness, and which still exist in 5e as the girallon. (Edit: Stats & descriptions of these also are missing from these rules, leaving the referee to adapt them from literature. Moldvay included white ape stats in his 1981 Basic rules, though he did not describe them having extra arms.)

The "Balrogs" on the level 6 table are one of several references to balrogs, hobbits, ringwraiths, etc that TSR mostly removed from reprints after receiving notice from the Tolkien estate, though some mentions in tables were overlooked and remained through all printings.

Further rules explain how to adjust monster numbers to suit the party level and size, when surprise occurs, how the party might avoid combat, and possible reactions of intelligent monsters to the party.

#D&D #Dungeons & Dragons #OD&D #wandering monsters #The Underworld & Wilderness Adventures #gaming history #Vol 3: The Underworld & Wilderness Adventures #dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #white apes #white ape #girallon #ERB #balrog #thoul #1970s

[something-in-the-seas]

People rightfully shit on Maxson, but, like, Lyons is also a huge asshole? Like, he appears like a wise and kindly old man (he probably thinks he is lmao), but he is also super manipulative. His dialogue as soon as you wake up in Broken Steel is him essentially guilt-tripping you to once again throw yourself into harm's way by finishing off the Enclave: "the only question is whether we can count on you to help us?"

After pressuring a 19-year-old, who recently lost their father, into martyring themselves, after all they've done, it still isn't enough. It is never enough for the Brotherhood, they take until there is nothing left, and then they move on.

#fallout #fallout 3 #owyn lyons #lone wanderer #also him denying the underworld water... slap in the face to james and catherine #butch should've had his sindri arc just sayin #and danse not comprehending until he's faced with the exact same dilemma #the brotherhood taking all he gave and leaving him with nothing #no friends/no home/no family nothing

[vaultgirl2077]

“The contract entitles you to my services in combat. I'm nobody's errand boy.”

#Fallout #fallout 3 #fallout 4 recreation #Charon #fallout Charon #vault girl recreates #underworld #Lone wanderer #fo3 charon #fallout screenshots #Meeee

[nicstylus]

Finished >:D

#Jason is just a baby #he wandered into the underworld as a 5 year old (again) #zorro decided the best course of action #obviously #was to show the kid how to stab people #what else are you supposed to do with a child #zorro #jason aequoreus #jason aquablade #oc #original character #oc as a child #oc backstory #sword #magic #mage #daegon #deity #underworld #pirate #art #digital art #stylus #nic stylus

[themoonking]

complaining again! i don't think some people understand that it's fine and can be very fun to twist mythological figures around for the purposes of modern fiction. no one is getting upset over disney's hercules or anything. but it becomes misinformation when you try to pretend that the twisted version that modern fiction presents has mythological basis.

#no medusa was not blessed by minerva so that no man would ever harm her again #it was expliclty a punishment bc thats unfortunately how things tend to go in greek and ROMAN myths #and no medusa's head was not used to mark women's shelters in ancient greece #the gorgon head was a very common adornment for all sorts of buildings in ancient greece #no persephone didn't wander down into the underworld on her own and decide to stay #she was abducted and taken there against her will #and no she didn't secretly wish to get away from her awful bitch mother demeter #she missed her mother greatly while in the underworld and was overjoyed to see her again #did i miss anything? any more very common mythological inaccuracies bc i got the two big ones #i speak #greek mythology #roman mythology

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 21 -- Winthrop

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 21 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Lingerie with Winthrop x F!Reader

Aaaaand it has been a very ghoulie spooky season so far, and this ain't even the last one! But I'm absolutely thrilled that I got to write for another old fave of mine. Winthrop is just so special to me, and Underworld was my absolute favorite place in Fallout 3, so this was just lovely to write 😊

I hope y'all like it!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Lingerie, kissing, light body worship, reassurance, adoration, mutual lovey-dovey-ness, crotchless panties, oral sex, cunnilingus.

Words: 2.1k

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“What are you laughing about?” Your smile matched Winthrop’s as you looked across the dimly lit table at him. The candlelight shone upon his marred face, highlighting the grooves there, the lines made more prominent by his grin. 

You found you couldn’t look away. 

And not for the reason most people couldn’t. To see him… after all these months knowing how tough it’s been for him, for all the ghouls down here… and he was laughing. 

“C’mon Win, spill it. I’m starting to wonder if you’re having a breakdown or something.”

“Nah, nah, Lone, that’s not… Well, maybe a little bit.” 

Your eyebrows raised in question. 

“Just… Never thought I’d be in this position, that’s all. I’m still not convinced someone’s not paying you to keep coming back here and all. To keep seeing me, you know? Sure isn’t my charm bringing you back through the big an’ dangerous CW central, that I know.” 

Unable to help yourself, you found your eyes rolling. 

“How many times do I have to tell you–”

“You don’t.” He interrupted gently, “I know you say it all the time, how you wanna be here, how you choose me or whatever, but I just…”

“Just…?”

“Never met a smoothskin like you before. Anybody like you. How’d a guy like me get so lucky to find you stumblin’ in here one day?”

Unable to help it, you found your head shaking of its own accord.

“And how is it that you can’t let this go?” 

With a good-natured little sigh, you smiled and stood from your chair, rounding the table separating you. 

“We’ve been dating three months now…” You knelt down to be just below his eye level from where Winthrop was still seated, placing both your hands upon one of his where it lay on the armrest. 

“When are you going to realize that I want you?”

“Oh, I get that." He said with a cute little tilt of his head, as though it were a given. "You tell me constantly, sweetheart, but… just, why?”

“Because, Win, you’re you. You’re funny and resourceful and selfless, you were the first to help me when I arrived here, all ragged and disheveled, like a lost mongrel.”

You pulled a giggle from him with that, and noticed the way his eyes grew distant as he remembered. 

“You gave me a job. Helped me when I had no one, no idea what I was doing, you just–”

“‘Took you under my wing?’” He finished for you, pulling the words right out of the front of your mind.

“Yeah, see? I knew this wasn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation.” You stood up, then, and meandered over to the couch against the wall, plopping down with a dramatic huff.

“What more can I do? How do I convince a stubborn, old ghoul like you that you’re wanted, huh?” 

Winthrop sighed himself, and tossed the napkin that’d been in his lap onto his empty plate on the small dining table. 

“Hmm.” He made an obvious show of humming, of appearing to truly be stuck in his thoughts, as he followed your lead and sat down next to you on the sofa. 

“You know, a kiss wouldn’t hurt.” You heard him mumble cheekily, and with another good-humored roll of your eyes, you turned and fulfilled his request. 

It was short and sweet, a teasing lure you cast to him with a grin upon your half-puckered lips, pulling away before he could sink into it, the way you knew he liked to. 

To get lost in you… It was something you both had in common, much to his not-so-unexpected surprise. 

“Mm, yeah. Definitely didn’t hurt…” Winthrop’s hand went to the back of his neck as you pulled away, rubbing there, almost coyly. 

You merely batted your eyelashes at him, as innocent as could be.

Like you hadn’t been planning for things to lead to this point all evening long. 

“You want more, don’t you?” Your lips whispered against his ear as you stayed close to him, and placed a hand over his chest for emphasis. Winthrop gulped heavily, you felt it go all the way down to where your hand lay over him. 

“You could tell that easy, huh?” 

You answered with a playful shrug, pursing your lips in preparation, and even before you could lean forwards, rough hands grasped around your waist, hauling you damn-near into the ghoul’s lap, as his mouth sought out yours. 

“I just know you, Win.” You mumbled through your connection, letting yourself melt into it now, your eyes closed, your hands wandering over his thin dress shirt-- one he’d definitely been leant, seeing as all he ever wore were stained T-shirts or mechanics jumpsuits. It was better that way, you thought, as your hands fiddled with the pesky buttons running down the front. 

“And I know,” Continuing with your speech, you pulled away to better get a look at the buttons that refused to budge, “What it looks like, when you need me to show you…” 

Finally, you made progress, separating either side of the shirt and exposing his chest and torso to your half-lidded gaze. 

“How much I want you.”

Winthrop released a noise at that, something between a sigh and a groan, and you watched the way his stomach muscles twitched and flexed beneath his ruined layer of skin. 

His body was like a topographical map, so unique, the way it was textured; its landmarks, winding scars like rivers separating land, coloration like no skin you’d laid eyes upon before, especially not in your sheltered past. He was utterly unique a landscape to explore, and you meant to explore.

As his bareness was revealed to you, his hands tugging off the sleeves completely from his chest and arms, you settled further in his lap and set your lips over his collarbone, his throat, his chest, until you felt his shaking breaths rattling in his chest. You could feel his growing excitement beginning to bulge within his slacks, could feel the way the belt was beginning to cause him discomfort. 

In good time, Win. 

You almost meant to say it aloud, but your mouth was otherwise occupied as it set upon his skin again. 

Cologne too, he must’ve borrowed from someone, (you suspected Snowflake), for his usual musk of WD-40, of grease and welding tools, of sweat and Nuka Cola Quantum was masked almost completely with a rich, musty smell. Like the wealthy elite assholes you’d found housed within the exclusive walls of Tenpenny Tower. 

It was nice, for the night… But if you were honest, you’d take the greaseball in the jumpsuit over one of them any day. 

Still though, the effort wasn’t to be ignored. 

“Mm, you smell good, hon.” 

Winthrop’s hands roamed over you, his fingers dreaming of peeling the blouse from you to uncover what treasures lay beneath. 

“Thought it’d make for a nice change, heh.” 

“Well,” You started, your voice already pointed like a sniper’s beam of light, ���I love you either way. No matter your scent.” 

“Wish that went without saying, really, I do.” 

“Oh, enough, Winthrop. Can you just take the damn compliment?” 

“Fine, yes, I will, darling. You’re the boss.” 

Another roll of your eyes, and your lips were back on his with a new sense of purpose. Your hands fell to where he gripped your body, encouraging him to tighten his hold, to run his fingers down to the hem of your shirt, to aid you in pulling it off. 

He actually pulled back from your kiss to admire what was underneath, and as your eyes blinked open, his expression softened at the look of you, his mouth slightly agape and his own eyes blinking as if in disbelief. 

“You… You outdone yourself tonight, Lone…” He said beneath his breath as his head shook, reiterating his blatant awe at the lovely lacey detail accentuating your breasts. 

How you’d managed to find a garment of this color, of this quality and in your size, you’d never know, but hey, Tenpenny Tower had its perks. 

“And it’s even…”

“Our favorite color, I know… I wish there was more green like this in the world, but I suppose this’ll have to suffice.”

“Suffice? Lone, honey, you blew this out of the damn sky.”

“Oh, just you wait, hold on.” 

You stood up, feeling a great loss of heat from where his bulge had been pressing between your legs, and began to shimmy down your own dress pants until they slumped to the floor below, and revealed the matching pair of lace underwear. 

You had to hold in a laugh, as he leaned so far forward to behold you that he toppled from the couch and onto the floor to join the growing pile of clothes there. 

“Lone… I want you to listen to me,” His voice was low, more raspy even than usual as he scooted on his knees closer to you, until he could wrap his arms around your thighs and look up at you with his chin pressing to your pubic bone. 

“I don’t ever want you to take these off, okay? This is just… Baby, you’re beautiful.” 

You warmed pleasantly at that as your hands went to caress his face, to brush your fingers over his wispy hair, and feel his hot breath spilling out into the cool, evening air. 

“So beautiful, I feel I’ll go blind if I look too long at this smooth skin of yours.” A gasp left you as his mouth dragged over the hem of your decorative panties, his tongue darting out to drag along the textured pinholes in the fabric, fleetingly tasting your skin with every wet kiss, every wanton lick against you. 

Soon, your fingers were grasping almost to the point of pain to his head, holding him in place; until he delved lower despite the pressure, his hands encouraging you to spread your legs wider for him. 

“Oh? What’s– Lone.”

“Hmm?” Your brows were still creased, your eyes still closed, hell, you’d almost forgotten this particular detail about your panties, until you felt something hot and wet press directly against your skin, and drag between your quickly slickening folds. 

“Now my mind’s made up for certain,” He rasped, “Never taking these off again.” 

He wrapped the whole of his rough lips around your clit and lower lips, fully encompassing the crotchless section of your panties and giving a hearty suck that had your hips bucking into his in search of more, more, more.

“Fuck, Win, that’s it…” 

He moaned into you, the grip of his hands tightening as they moved to grip either side of your ass, hauling you closer until he could very nearly get lost within you. God, and he planned to, evidently. 

The noises leaving the space between your legs were utterly sinful, your pre-cum and his spit creating a sloppy cacophony of your slick skin and his dancing with one another. His groans left your legs shaking, both from the sound, and the feel of his vocal vibrations against you, his hot breath spilling there, making you feel as though steam ought to be rising from your pussy.

Your own moans picked up as well, your muscles tensing as you craved something to brace yourself against, to lean on. But there wasn’t time, there was only this-- your partner burying himself in you, the sharp bone protruding from his phantom nose rubbing deliciously, almost painfully against your clit with each enthusiastic swipe of his tongue, and it had you close. 

“Win, please…” You breathed– almost whined, “Don’t stop.” 

He made a sound like a ‘nuh uh,’ shaking his head to further emphasize, and attacked you with a fervor you rarely– if ever– saw in him. 

“F-fuck, that’s– ahhh.” You sighed out your release, your hips bucking against him as Winthrop nursed you through it, his hold on you unyielding as he drank down your release like a man parched. 

He pulled back, like it pained him to do so, and steadily, his hands guided your shaking legs to sit back down on the couch. You fell easily back into the padding of the cushions, feeling your core still tingling from little aftershocks of bliss.

“Shit, Win… That was…” 

“Fucking delectable.” Winthrop panted out, still kneeling between your spread legs, and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. 

“Yeah…” One of your hands reached to splay out over his warm cheek, caressing it as he leaned into the touch, while the other fell to your lap tiredly, as you both caught your breath. 

“And I ain’t done yet. So long as you aren’t?” Winthrop's eyes resembled that of some pre-war creature too soft to survive in this hellish landscape as he looked up at you. Adoration and pleading ran rampant in his expression, and you shook your head not two moments later. 

“Oh, Win… Not even close.” 

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout 3 npcs #fallout 3 companions #fo3 #winthrop #winthrop fo3 #fallout winthrop #underworld fo3 #lone wanderer #f!reader #f!lone #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[sluggardly]

Title: It's Just the End of the World Again Fandom: Fallout 3 Category: Gen Rating: T Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, martyrdom, underage drinking, blood and injury, mention of euthanasia. Characters/Relationships: Lone Wanderer & Butch DeLoria, Doctor Barrows, Nurse Graves. Additional Tags: Post-Game, Post-Broken Steel DLC, Angst, Illness, Denial, Grief, Trauma, Ghouls, Ghoulification, Underworld (Fallout). Word Count: 4,716

How did he live with this when he wasn't sure he knew how to go on living in the first place? (Ever since the completion of Project Purity the Lone Wanderer has been holding on by a thread. When that thread finally snaps, Underworld is the only safe place for him to fall.)

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #fallout #fallout 3 #lone wanderer #butch deloria #doctor barrows #nurse graves #ghouls #underworld (fallout) #fallout fanfiction #fallout fanfic #gen fic

[vampysquid]

thirty thousand feet above the earth

it’s a beautiful thing

and you’re a beautiful thing

#underworld #music #mmm…skyscraper i love you #let your mind wander for 13 minutes

[tinygayproductions]

making an oc for hades to be a silly disaster lesbian?

yes actually

#their name is asteria #based off the actual cthonic god #tiny gay.txt #they tend to kinda wander the stars n the mortal n underworld realms #likes to hang with dionysus n read books from the library #they have dark skin n reverse freckles

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

In my game Willow got killed by super mutants (I'm assuming it was super mutants) during the Galaxy News Radio quest and I got Charon before she died and I hc that Charon and Willow were close friends

Anyways when we got back to Underworld she was dead outside the museum of history

This was the first times and one of the rare few times River seen Charon somewhat sad

#fallout #fallout 3 #fo3 #fallout willow #fallout charon #fallout underworld #the lone wanderer #lone wanderer #oc: river nealson

[dapurinthos]

staring at natale conti’s claim that a later greek mythology tradition spoke of akherôn being the offspring of hêlios and gaia (or demeter and i am not getting into the whole gaia/demeter doubling regarding their titles and roles, etc, since it’s a lot and it also includes rhea and would be rude not to have her here) and i don’t have his source for this and can’t find a digital edition of the english translation of his mythologicae where he said it. at least this review of the english translation says the latin is easy???? and i know exactly what part i’m looking for.

yes my brain is going brrrr on how john is dominicus, is the sun. also the concept of gaia’s children being tossed down and imprisoned in tartarus beyond the okeanos river and how even the sun does not pass the river.

and this bit from the theogony:

And there [at the ends of the earth] dwells the goddess loathed by the deathless gods, terrible Styx, eldest daughter of back-flowing Okeanos. She lives apart from the gods in her glorious house vaulted over with great rocks and propped up to heaven all round with silver pillars.

#nona the ninth spoilers #sort of #akherôn is also conflated with the river styx at times as being the border to the underworld #both also appear in dante's inferno #where the styx is said to be a fouled river which tallies with our fouled river #in the fifth circle (wrath) which has the city of dis and where alecto and the other furies dwell #but that's a whole other thing #the fifth circle IS john's circle though i will take applications for his inclusion in the 9th circle from boe #even though the 5th circle is for false prophets as well as the wrathful #but that's wandering in to an entirely different mythological direction #i love this book. i think i love this book best of the locked tomb.

[cinemajunkie70]

Happy Birthday in the afterlife to one of the most incredible filmmakers, Seijun Suzuki!

#seijun suzuki #branded to kill #tokyo drifter #underworld beauty #gate of flesh #story of a prostiute #tattooed life #pistol opera #princess raccoon #fighting elegy #Kanto wanderer #youth of the beast #Japanese cinema #cult movies #legend #filmmaker

[bookwyrminspiration]

i didn’t bother to look at the coordinates of where I was temporarily camped out in my new minecraft world because I was just going a little ways away to get food but I was a fool and I have been lost for over an hour now and have no idea how to get back riwomdow. I’m in a snowy taiga as well so I can’t see shit!! It’s all trees and snow!! besties please be smarter than me ienrike I’ve been walking in tree tops for days

#minecraft #quil’s unholy underworld #i was like oh yeah I’ll go twenty blocks this way and kill some chickens #so I can explore this mineshaft I just found #except sike no I won’t I’ve been wandering the forest for days #help #not really itll be fine but like I’m legit so lost #i usually have such a good sense of direction in minecraft too ugh

[persephonaae]

One of these I’m gonna write out all my thoughts on Greek mythology as it exists in the modern lens — as a Greek person who grew up with these stories being very important to me as well as an autistic person who has a special interest they’ve put a lot of effort and actual research into — but also I kinda don’t wanna since I feel like despite my efforts to unify different aspects of mythos, religion, and storytelling, instead all it’s gonna do is grant me the anger of classicists, Hellenists/pagans, people who’ve fandomized myth either by the canon* stories or through some interpretation/piece of media, AND other Greek people because all of these groups would literally prefer to be at each other’s throats than to find any sort of common ground fjjdjsjskjfjf

#one day I’m gonna write the post then shut off my phone for a few hours #something something don’t have to like how another person interacts w myth but like don’t go for their throats fjjsjsjf #can’t believe the amount of other Greek people I’ve seen clowning around too like come on. #you only have so much ‘authority’ over your myths when you don’t care to really dig deep into our culture and history #‘bluh bluh I’m Greek so I know more than you’ bitch shut up and read some Greek history and probably go unlearn your racism while ur at it #anywho the asterisk after canon was bc Greek mythological canon is. I mean. it’s hard to define. I really do not like calling #something necessarily canon bc there’s a lot of things to consider but yea #and by ‘the canon is loose’ neither do I mean tho shit like ‘oh Persephone actually wandered into the underworld herself!’ #but. I digress. my long winded post is for another day

[withinycu]

Muse Preview- Hekate

Her mother was the stars, so imagine then the white of the stars being carved to make her skin, the dark night rooting to her skull to make the thick waves her hair.

Solitary, gentle but terrible in her wrath is Hekate.

NEED TO KNOWS

While Perses and Asteria are her biological parents she does consider Zeus and Demeter more her actual parents as they raised her during and after the titanomachy.

She has a great deal of respect for Zeus and he does her.

She’s a wee bit hung up on Hermes.

On what she represents/magic- magic is the fundemental energy of the universe, it is mana or heka that permeates all things and Hekate is master, mistress and student of it.

TAGS

character tag

headcanon tag

#night wandering {hekate} #crossroad queen {hekate aesthetic} #of the underworld {hekate headcanon}

[alastorss]

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

#🍓 faye's thoughts <3 #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #alastor fanfic #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x you #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor fluff #alastor hazbin hotel