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From Darkness into Light pt 1

Warnings: None! :D Paring; Fem!Reader!Druid x Halsin

With a sputtering cough you pulled your body up. Your hands gripped the cold stone as you climbed out of the under dark, ripping the skin of your palm as you slipped as the rays of first light above blinded you. You wrapped a root around your wrist, using it to help secure yourself to ensure you would not fall to your death, before continuing the climb up.

You pulled yourself up onto the grass and paused to catch your breath. Looking up at the sunrise, you gasped softly. It was nothing like the underdark you knew and called home, it was warm, and inviting.

The trees, tall, green and proud towered over you as you stood up to get a since of your surroundings. You closed your eyes, letting your hearing do most of the work. You swore you could hear whispers amongst the trees, telling you stories, sharing wisdom, and most importantly, telling you where to find shelter, food and water.

Opening your eyes, you followed the whispers to a creak, where food and fresh water could be found. A cave was nestled between rocks half fallen and some trees. It may not have been the most glamorous, yet it worked perfectly.

A few days you stayed hidden, adjusting to the light, to the new sounds, to a new you in what some from the underdark would consider a new land all together. You felt the whispers from the trees grow stronger each and everyday. It was refreshing.

In the underdark, the only whispers from trees you could hear was from the Sassur Tree, even then all it would tell you was to find light, to go up. To be honest, you were glad you listened.

It was early one morning, you had ventured out further from the safety of the area you were in to see what else was around. Some adventures were passing by. Looking through the brush you spotted two, no, three humans total, talking like friends would to each other.

You took a step out from the bush, waving and trying to say hi to the adventurers. However, they took one look at you and raised their weapons, saying "under-elf", "Dirt-skin", as well that you had to be up to no good. Without waiting around, you fled.

No use in speaking to those who do not wish to speak with you. Once again, you followed the whispers of the trees till you got to safety. That afternoon, you crafted yourself a mask. The mask was made of wood and string, carved to look like a rabbit's face. It may not do much to hide the long pointed ears drow have, but if you hid just right, all people would see would be the carved bunny mask.

The seasons changed and it was spring once again. Just last spring you crawled out of a hole and started your life here, up top, on the surface, a world you had only dreamed of before.

Afternoon had just hit, you had just finished eating a lunch of berries and nuts when you heard voices approaching quick.

"Just this way, the forest says there is a safe place here to set up our camp for a bit."

You froze, the voice was much closer than you expected. Now hearing footsteps, you quickly put your mask on, before turning to face whoever or was coming to share this place with you.

You watched as a tall and tan elf pushed branches out of the way, before stopping to look at you. Behind him, another elf, two tiflings, a human, and more you could not quite make out just yet. He stood, looking at you, red swirl tattooed on his face seemingly glowing in the light.

He cracked a smile.

"My mistake Miss Rabbit, I hope we did not startle. The forest said nothing about someone living here. We can move on if you would like"

"You...You are not afraid...?"

"Why should we be Miss Rabbit? If you wished us harm I believe you would have already done so. The same goes for us."

"You wish no harm?" You sat up a bit straighter, slouching slightly when the tall elf shook his head no. "I-I suppose there is no harm in sharing this gift from the forest with you then."

You watched as the tall elf smiled and enter with his traveling companions. A Half elf, a horned man with no tail, a strange one you had never seen before, almost like an elf, only more wrinkley, different nose entirely, almost yellow in a way. A human and two tiflings, as well as an elf all set up a camp, a bit away from each other close enough to where you could tell they were close.

You retreated a bit away from them, closer to the cave you were sleeping in. You watched as the two tiflings, the elf and half elf leave together.

That group returned in the evening.

The first night the group was here, you spent most of the night watching them. The tall elf you watched more than the others. He was so unafraid, so sure of himself, yet what intrigued you the most, is that he could also hear the whispers of the forest, just like you could.

It is not that you were so much afraid of them, but most definitely weary of them all.

The next day, it was shortly after the human cooked a meal for everyone, did the same group of four as before set out and leave just as the day before.

The cooking fire started to die out as the ones at camp went about, reading, training, exploring the area near by, working on spells, all as if you were not there. It was a relief.

Your stomach growled as you sat on a rock, soaking in the sun and watching thoes around.

"Hungry?"

You wiped your head around, before craning your neck back to look up at the tall elf and the bowl of porridge he extended to you.

"Apologies Miss Rabbit, I did not mean to startle"

The tall elf spoke, looking a bit sheepish. You took the bowl with a nod. "Thank you....?"

"Halsin" "Thank you Halsin." You looked at the warm porridge in your hands, before starting to eat. swallowing a bite, you figured you had nothing left to lose and ask some questions.

"Halsin?"

"Yes?"

"You said you heard the voice of the forest too?" "Yes Miss Rabbit." "I-I..." You took a deep breath. "what does it mean?"

"It means oak father is looking out for you, wishing to share his creations with you Miss Rabbit. Natures blessing is something to cherish."

"I do agree...I am...lucky, to be here to put it lightly." You shrugged before finishing the porridge. Helsin nodded, before sitting near you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"We may be here for longer than we anticipate, the blue tifling, Tav, is quite the explorer. I fear they may go as far as to overturn each rock the stumble across" He said with a chuckle. "As eager as I am personally to get us moving, Oak Father brought us all together for a reason, so I shall cherish the time we have now. Apologies if we intrude"

"It is no big deal....Where are you heading if I may ask?"

"How about we speak about it over dinner this evening. Be introduced to the whole group, we are your guests , it would be right if we all introduced ourselves."

He said with a smile before getting up and walking into the forest. Seems you will have to wait to learn more about this strange group of people who set up camp in your little sanctuary.

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Petal in the wind pt 4

Koga x human!reader Warnings:

The sun rose waking everyone out of their slumber. Shippo and Songo were already out and about while you and Kagome took your time waking up. It was not often you got to sleep in, so you took full advantage of it.

When Kagome woke with a start, she mumbled something about school and math, completely lost on you as she flipped through a book she had fished out of her bag while looking rather stressed.

Shrugging, you went ahead and left the home, and walked outside for some fresh air. You raised your arms above your head, glad to have a peaceful morning when you heard a certain someone shouting already.

"Oh you call that cutting down a tree? I bet I could do that faster then you could!" "Don't be a brute Inuyasha" "A brute?! Humph!" "Inusyaha please help with the lumber, Miruko didn't mean it."

So much for a peaceful morning you thought to yourself and sighed. Putting your hands on your hips, you watched as the men continued to argue.

"Only if you say please" "Why do I gotta do it Miruko is the one who called you a brute!" The fox tyke pouted "Because your the one who asked" Inuyasha leaned down some and placed a hand to his ear expectantly. "Fine! Inuyasha will you please help with the lumber" "I will. See Miruko! Someone here knows how to be nice."

You pinched your brow as a loud thud shook the ground. Seeing as everyone had something they were doing, you decided to walk around and look for work. You may not be in the right shape to do heavy labor, but you were sure you could find something.

You walked twords where Songo was working, a small mew from the same room sounded as the clangs got louder.

"Songo?" You called once, no response. She probably did not hear you. "Songo?" You tried again and once again no response. You looked down at Kirara and shrugged, before she scampered off and rubbed her head against Songo. Songo looked down and watched as Kirara scampered over to your feet again.

"Oh y/n! What brings you here?" Songo asked as she set her tools down. "Hi Songo! It just seems like everyone is doing someting, Kagome going on about this 'school' and 'homework' thing, the boys are gathering lumber, and you have been huddled up in here. I-I'd like to do too."

Songo put a hand to her cheek as she thought. "Oh in the woods just outside of the gate are some herbs and berries! Baskets are in the remains of the house just right of here. Take Kirara and stay in ear shot of Inuyasha, there could be demons and he can get there faster than the rest of us." She smiled at you. "Oh! Come back at sundown, I'll have a surprise for you." "Oh thank you Songo! I'll gather as much as I can carry. I'll come back when I'm done!" You smiled and gave a small wave at Songo, before walking with Kirara to the house she had told you about, then left the gates with Kirara at your side.

You made your way though the forest, keeping in mind to not stray too far and to keep in ear shot of Inuyasha should things go wrong. You were bent over a bush, taking things nice and slow, taking care with what herbs you picked. You heard Kirara growling and sat up straight. "Kirara? Something wrong?" You watched the twin tail arch its back like a common house cat and slowly stood up, taking it as a sign to leave. You heard the crack of a branch and your head looked in the direction of the sound. You spotted a demon, you could tell from how his ears looked. he stumbled back, losing his balance and stumbling back, landing on his tailbone.

"H-hello?" You asked, slowly walking towards the demon. "Hi! I-I uh. I WASNT WATCHING OR BEING WEIRD I PROMISE!" The demon shouted, putting his hands in front of his face.

You stopped and got a better look at this demon. he wore furs close to Koga's. He had short light gray hair with a patch of fluffy black hair. You tilted your head.

"I didn't think you were till you said something" You stated as you slowly crouched down next to him. "Who are you?" "M-me? Oh well i'm Ginta." "Hello Ginta. If you were not watching me, then are you here to also pick herbs?"

Ginta panicked a little on the inside. He was sent here to look after you by Koga and did not expect to be seen, let alone blurt out what he did. He nodded sheepishly. Surely it won't go horribly if he told a half truth. "Y-yeah. I just don't know what ones to go for here"

You smiled at him and stood up, giving him room to also sit up. "Come with me, I'll show you so next time you don't give people a good scare"

Ginta nodded and went with you. For the rest of the day, you took the time and pointed out medical herbs to Ginta. Kirara rubbed against your leg as the sun started to set.

"OH!" You put a hand over your chest. "Startled me Kirara. Sorry Ginta, looks like its time for me to leave. Safe travels!" You waved goodbye as you headed back to the gates of the village. Ginta watched and said his goodbye, before he too took his leave.

Walking past the gates with Kirara, you were pleasantly surprised to see the boys had managed to repair a good amount of the fence done. You took the herbs and placed them inside a mostly still together house, before walking with Kirara to the building Songo was working in.

Kirara mewed alerting Songo once you had returned. Songo turned around, her hands holding something wrapped in what fabric she found she could spare.

"Oh good your back! I was beginning to worry!" "Hi Songo! Sorry, I got carried away. I met this demon named Ginta who was trying to figure out what herbs to pick and was unsure, so I made sure to show him!" You beamed with pride as Songo smiled. "How nice y/n. Oh your gift! Here"

Songo extended the wrapped object to you. Carefully taking and unwrapping the package, you laid eyes on a beautiful Tanto. "Oh Songo" You started. "Think nothing of it. Now that you are recovering and able to move on your own, I-I figured you may like something to protect yourself and a reminder of the people you met along the way-"

You cut her off with a hug.

"Thank you Songo. I'll treasure it forever!" She wrapped her arms around you and smiled softly. "I'm glad y/n. I'll show you how to use it tomorrow. We leave the day after."

You nodded and the two of you went off to the house you had been staying in with Kagome to rest for the night.

Deep in the woods, not to far from the remains of the demon slayer village, Ginta had just finished telling Koga about his day, how he picked herbs with you and made sure you were safe, even if you had Kirara by your side.

Koga looked off to the side, lost in thought. You were safe, but why did he care. Why was he sending Ginta to keep tabs on you in the first place? The question that bothered him the most however, why was Kagome fading from his mind, and why were you taking her place?

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The Bootlegger pt 6

Human! Alastar x reader Warnings: blood, gore, sexism. guns, weapons

Alastor had licked his arm with yours, helping to keep you steady as the two of you walked into the alley. The street lamps above buzzed and flickered at a poor attempt to keep themselves lit. Alastor's once straightened hair had now turned frizzy and puffy. You swayed lightly on your feet as the two of you strolled down the lane. Your purse swung lightly at your side as your heels clicked.

Al stopped in his tracks as a figure stumbled over clearly drunk. You stood up straighter, taking a sharp breath in as your eyes struggled to take in who exactly it was in front of you. Alastor's free hand went into his pocket, where his thumb traced over the switch blade he kept inside in case he ever needed it.

"Oh look, a broad" The voice slurred out before stepping under the street light. The voice belonged to a man dressed in lose fitting office clothing. he must have just ben kicked out of a close by speak easy.

You moved closer to Alastor, hoping that the man would be detoured. Sure Al may have had a slender and tall build, not displaying much muscle, but it was worth a shot at the end of the day.

Unlucky it did not seem to work. The strange man only approached further, reaching out to grab your shoulders. Al reached out his hand to stop him, only to be shoved to the side, landing against the stone wall with a grunt.

The man pushed you against the wall, panic filled your senses as you reached into your bag. This was the exact situation Jessie had given you your 1911 for. Your fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the gun, before pulling it out of your bag. Al only saw the flash and the sound of a gun being fired as he looked up at you, then at the man who slumped forwards. He pulled himself up and walked over, pulling the man you had just shot off you. One look at the man told him everything he needed, he was dead.

Your hands shook and you dropped the gun, tears welded in your eyes. You did not mean to kill him, you were just scared. Your gaze turned to your hands as something soft wrapped around your shoulders. When you looked up, it was Al who was calmly buttoning up the jacket he had draped around your shoulders to hide the blood stains on your dress.

"A-Al..?" Your voice trembled as you looked at him. He was calm, very calm. "Don't worry Cher, I'll take care of this. Lets get you cleaned up okay?" All you could do was nod as he led you the back way away from the main streets to his home. He led you inside, and showed you where is bathroom was. He started a shower for you and laid clean clothes for you with a promise he would be back soon.

You had no idea what that meant and frankly did not want to know, so you stripped out of the bloody clothing and slipped into the shower. You stood in silence, taking the time to wash yourself and your hair thoroughly. Once stepping out of the shower, the image of the water running red made your stomach turn and bile rise in your throat.

Sure you were a bootlegger, but it was not often you had to shoot your weapon, let alone kill anyone as no one suspected a women to be trafficking's such goods. Splashing cool water on your face, you dressed in the clothing Al provided.

Your eyes drifted to a light dress that clearly belonged to a woman. You slipped it on and exited the bathroom. Looking around you heard humming coming from the living room. Following the sound, you spotted Al on the couch, your gun, disassembled on the table in front of him.

You took a seat across from him as he carefully cleaned your weapon. "Cher you ought to take better care of such a fine weapon." He broke the silence. He was so nonchalant, like such an ordeal did not just go down. "Don't worry my dear, everything is already taken care of, why don't you stay the night and get some rest hm?"

You, still in shock, blinked up at him like a deer in headlights. He was so calm about it, like it was an every day occurrence. Al must have seen the look on your face as he set down the parts of your gun carefully. "I won't turn you in Cher, I know you did not mean to kill him, even if he did deserve it. Go on and sleep, I'll stay out here on the couch, my room is free." Again, the same tone, like this was a normal day.

Nodding your head, you rose to your feet, then trudged your way to his room. You laid down, your body tired but your mind working overtime. The blankets were soft, well cared for and smelt of whisky and the forest outside.

The sounds that filled the home where Al's footsteps walking to the bathroom to retrieve your bloody clothing. You heard the water running for a moment, before his humming filled the air with the faint sound of scrubbing against something metal.

As you slept, Alastor's mind buzzed. He did not think twice before he acted, his body moved before his brain, the one thing he thought of was making sure you were okay and safe from the fuzz. While he hand washed your clothing he thought back to what he did with the corpse while you showered.

He had taken the corpse of the lesser man as he deemed it, and taken it back to the bayou. He had hacked the body up some and stripped him naked before throwing it in the swamp. Sure he could have made it look like it was his kill, but it sat wrong with him.

Once the body had sunken some, and had gotten the attention of a gator, he moved on to the next step. In the very fireplace that crackled in the living room, sat the ashes of the clothing he had burned. There was no more trace of the scum and Alastor was quite satisficed.

On the other hand, he knew he had to delay his plan more, yes, that did bother him, but, it was either he killed and raised more suspicions, or he let things blow over for you and then kill. He with drew his hand and checked out the clothing, seeing it was clean from dirt, grime and blood he was satisfied.

He hung the clothing up to dry before he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, then snuck into his room to get some clothing. He grabbed a pair of trousers and a lose fitting shirt to sleep in and clothing for the work day in the morning, then snuck back out.

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You woke a bit later than Al. When your eyes adjusted and the initial panic of waking up somewhere new subsided, you sat up and blinked. You spotted your clothing neatly folded on the dresser, with a note.

Getting out of the blush bed, you walked over and looked at the note that read;

"Good morning y/n,

I hope you have had a restful night. I have spoken with Jessie and she knows you are not to be at your work today. Please take the day to rest, I have left some breakfast for you in the oven and there is still coffee in the coffee pot.

Your friend,

Al"

Sighing lightly you looked at your clothing, then changed. Heading into the living room, you opened the oven, where a small stack of pancakes still steamed. Taking the plate out, your eyes settled on the table. It was already set for you, Al must have done it before he left, what a gentleman.

From the table where you set the breakfast down, you spotted a radio. Walking over, you flipped it on, and let the sound of your favorite radio show fill the room as you ate.

You cleaned up after you finished, washing the dishes and leaving them out to dry. You shut the radio off, and looked at the living room coffee table, where your gun lay assembled once again, and sparkling clean. You carefully placed it back in your bag, then left the house. You walked along the path back to the main street, trying to forget the fact that you had just shot a man.

Forcing those thoughts away, you thought about Al and how he was so calm through out the events, how he just dealt with everything. While you wanted to ask how and why he was, you figured you did not want to know the answer.

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You made your way home as sighed as you shut the door behind you. What were you gonna do? soon people would realize the man was missing, then the fuzz would come and oh goodness.

You had to calm down, so after taking your shoes and hat off, went to your little sewing room. You sat down, fished out a hoop and some thread. Shaking hands threaded the needle and started to emborder the dress you were working on as you had time.

The process was slow, but at least your mind started to clear.

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Meanwhile in the studio, Alastor was in for one hell of a good show

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All that Glimmers

uhhh hi! sorry I have been gone for so long! I started a job as a creative writer for an inde game company, and have been hard at work with my novel! However, company is on break and I've got writers block, so have fun!

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Aventurine x mermaid!reader warnings: swearing,

The wooden ship creaked as the waves gently rocked her side to side. Sturdy leather shoes tapped against the deck as people moved about, readying the ship for a new day of voyaging. The workforce was small, only about thirty people strong. Fifteen worked the nights and fifteen worked the days.

The sun had just barely finished rising, when the captain walked out of his quarters. Delicate fingers tainted blue covered his mouth while he yawned and starched, blonde hair waved in the wind under his hat as he walked. Over one eye, a deep emerald green eyepatch decorated with gold sat proudly. His eyes, a beautiful shade of pink and blue, one of a kind no doubt. He wore two tunics, one of white and one of the same green of his eyepatch. A black and gold belt held snug around his waist, with dark blue leather trousers and shoes. His jacket a dark blue with a lighter blue lining. He was just covered and decorated in gold jewels of any sort. A black bicorn hat, decorated with blue and white feathers and gold sat perched upon his windswept locks. His crew greeted him with a good morning, as he went up to the front of the ship to look around for a bit.

Captain Aventurine looked out at the tropical waters. His ship was run slightly differently. He had two first mates, one who worked the day shift, while the other worked the nights. The night first mate, a woman with long flowing black hair, tied back into a braid more often than not with deep brown eyes who called herself Kris. Black trousers and a white blouse with leather shoes and belt paired with cutlass and a pistol completed her look.

She walked up to him, gave the report of what happened that night before going to bed. Her sister, the first mate during the day, bid her sister goodnight and walked up to Aventurine with a wide smile on her face. She was known as pebbles, for accidently killing a man with one once. Pebbles, unlike her sister, had bright blonde hair and the same brown eyes as her sister. She dressed the same as her sister, right down to the weaponry. The two worked for him now, as a few years ago, he had broken them out of captivity, and offered them a job.

Pebbles got her assignments from Aventurine and went off to go carry them out and inform the crew. Aventurine scanned the waters around, silently marveling at the coral reefs they floated above. The ship had yet to move, and he swore he could see the tropical fish of the Caribbean dart here and there.

What caught his eye however, was the movement of something larger than a fish. A larger tail, just as colorful as the coral around it, swam just out of sight. He could have sworn he saw something darker moving with it, but shrugged it off to him just waking up. Barking orders and motioning to his crew, then made his way over to the wheel of the ship.

It was around noon when commotion swept over the ship just like the seas they sailed, people shouting "Mermaid!" or "Siren!" as they ran about the deck, getting the net ready.

"All of you! stuff cotton into your ears lest you drown!" Barked Pebbles, handing out cotton. "Where there is one, there is many! Protect yourself!"

Aventurine shoved cotton in his ears before he watched the waters. When it came to sirens it was hunt or be hunted. Mermaids were a little different, peaceful most of the time, but just as dangerous. It was best to hunt no matter what, and then decide what to do with them.

His ship did have a space in the bottom with a tank to hold a siren or mermaid should they decide to keep and sell. But that was only if they could get whatever was in the water on the boat first. Some pirates would just harpoon and then drag up, selling the scales from the creature, some would sail on as if nothing was going on. It really just mattered on who was in charge of the ship.

His ship, slipped through the waters like a fish, quickly gaining on the shape below. His men lined up a cannon, filled with a net with a rope attached to the ship, and fired.

Aventurine held his breath as he watched the net soar through the air, before sinking into the waters below. His men started to pull up the net. Seeing his men start to laugh and cheer, he walked over, watching as they pulled a mermaid on deck.

Her hair braided neatly, her tail as colorful as the coral reef she was pulled out of.

He found something about this one strange, not attacking right away, not thrashing about,

just

staring at him

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Gunpowder and Sparks pt 5

Boothill x reader Warnings:

You dragged Boothill into your workshop, stumbling as you went, supported by the metal cowboy. You brought him over to your work bench, sitting down and carefully moving something over. You pulled the cloth that was covering it off, showing a titanium frame of wings.

Boothill whistled at the sight of your handiwork.

"Thoes for a client sweetheart?"

"No myself"

"Always wanted to fly or somethin?"

"Naw, I want my wings back"

The cowboy gently moved your chair to face him, a look of concern painting his features. "What do you mean by wantin your wings back"

"I lost them on Enbar. The same lava that took my father took my sings. Just wanted to have the weight back on my back. It... well its strange to not have that" You looked up at him, the drinks turning in your system making you more honest then you would be currently.

"Oh sugar, you know you didn't have to tell me right?"

"Yeah, It just felt right to tell you, if anyone would understand missing limbs, it would be you" You shrugged, then quickly changed the subject by opening a drawer. "See that tiny circut board?"

"Yeah?"

"That is for your new hands"

He smiled softly, his lips still pulling his expression into a smirk. He placed a metal hand on the back of your chair before rustling your hair, mindful of your horns.

"If ya ever need any parts you cant get round here for any of your little projects, personal or for others, just give me a ring. I may not know much, but I know this is important to ya" He followed your gaze over to the wall, where a charred hat hung. His gaze softened a smidge, and made a note to himself. "Say, sugar?"

"Yeah Hilly?" You sniffled, not realizing you were close to tears.

"Ya want a hat again?" He watched as you nodded. He knew that you would not be putting on your daddy's hat, and he couldn't put his on you as you no doubt knew about the hat rule, so he made mental notes of where your horns were and the general size of your head. "Black, brown? I know a guy who can do it"

"Course you know a guy Hilly, you must have had your hat shot off one too many times." You wiped the tears as he crouched down, his knees creaking. "sounds like you need some oil, take some if you don't have any."

He chuckled, taking a can and placing it in his pocket with a nod.. He picked you up, not a hard feat as you were to be fair, wasted, and he made of metal. Sure you protested as he eventually found the way to your room and threw you on the bed, then went to take your shoes off.

"Thanks Sugar, always lookin out for me" He tossed your shoes aside, then looked up to see that you had fallen fast asleep. He smirked to himself, scribbled out his number the best he could. He only learned to write what he really needed, his number and his name. Sure his penmanship was awful and crude, but he made sure that he spaced the numbers far enough apart for them to be read.

He tipped his hat, then left the room. Goin back to where he was staying for the night.

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Petal in the Wind pt 3

Koga x reader warnings:

It had been some time since you joined Inuyasha and his crew as your injuries healed. The healthier you became, the more the group was ambient that you knew how to at least fend off minor demons if it ever occurred.

Recently, Songo had asked if the group could go to the remains of her village once more, as she wanted to do a few repairs. Agreeing, the group went. You were able to walk for much longer now, needing less aid, but still rode on the back of Kirara when needed.

The group arrived at the broken down wooden walls of the village. You paid your respects to the villagers with the others. Kagome and Inuyasha went to the cave where Midoriko's tomb laid, paying respects and learning more about the scared jewel. Shippio and Miruko went ahead, seeing if they missed anything from their last visit, as Songo stayed in the workshop, working on something she insisted be kept a secret, leaving you to rest in the shell of a home.

Staring up at the sky painted with clouds and shades of yellow and red, your mind wondered. Why was Koga the last thing you saw before falling asleep? Did the wolf demon you knew so little about effect you that much? Was he worried about you? He always seemed so close in times of danger. It was like he was always watching over you, making sure you were okay. You smiled to yourself as the sun dipped lower. Koga cared for you, that much was clear as day. It made your heart feel light and warm, in a different way then being around Shippo, Kagome, Songo, Inuyasha and Miruko. It was, a rather nice feeling.

The door opened and shut, the room got warm as a small fire was lit in the kamado. Sitting up, you looked over to Kagome, who was unrolling her sleeping bag.

"Oh I didn't wake you up, did I?" Kagome asked, a hint of worry crossing her features.

"No Kagome, you did not. I was-" You paused, unsure if you wanted to talk about your feelings about Koga just yet, even if it was with someone who would understand what it was like to love a demon. Love, was what you were feeling even considered love? "I was stargazing" You quickly said, not wanting to worry her further.

She nodded, and finished setting up her sleeping bag as Songo walked in, with Shippo in Miruko's hands. Shippo had fallen asleep so Miruko carried him. Songo too the sleeping fox demon child from him, before shooing him away before he could even get a word in. All that was heard from the other side of the door as an audible sigh.

"Where are the guys sleeping?" You asked, a bit worried as you did not want them to be cold tonight.

"In a home not to far from here. Apparently Miruko is going to try to convince Inuyasha to help him rebuild some homes around here." Songo had a sort of reminiscent look in her eyes, one twinged with care and sadness, as if she had more to say but was holding back.

"Ah, well I hope he can convince Inuyasha, was Shippo helping? He's not usually asleep this early"

"All I know is that he was with Miruko, so I would assume yes."

The three of you smiled softly at the fox demon child, knowing he would grow up to be a good man thanks to everyone's combined parenting. Kagome got into her sleeping bag, holding Shippo so the two would stay warm. Songo laid next to you, pulling a few blankets over the both of you. Everyone said their goodnights, before drifting off to sleep.

Well, everyone but you, your mind was far to busy wondering for it to settle down.

Between realizing you liked Koga in a romantic way, despite only seeing him a handful of times was hard. Thinking of the reality that he may not even like you back, and that he is just following the group to keep an eye on Kagome drove you mad.

Kagome was a dear friend of yours, her kind soul touching yours and pushing you to make better and better decisions each and every day. Of course Koga likes her, its why he wants her to be his wife. It was enough to drive you to tears.

Just the thought of that alone was gut wrenching, but then the thought of what other less opened minded humans would say, do or think? Silent tears blurred the beautiful night sky you were looking up at. Stars blurring together, till all that could be seen was an inky black swirl caused by your tears.

It stung, it hurt. But the feeling stayed, and you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Soon, the inky black night sky, turned into sleep.

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Outside the village, staying just far enough away where he could catch your sent on the wind, Koga was also looking up at the night sky, dealing with his own thoughts.

Did he even love Kagome, or did he just want her for her ablity to see Jewel shards? Was it all just so he could get more power? What was the reason. Why was he always looking for your sent more then her's? Did he like you? But you are just a human, unable to find jewel shards, just a normal human from a village.

His mind did eventually give to an uneasy sleep.

[itsbubbleteataro]

Gunpowder and Sparks pt 4

Boothill x reader Warnings; drinking, bars, a very self indulgent chapter, cursing

Boothill took you by the wrist after you locked up your shop. He pulled you along, looking back to make sure you were staying close behind him and not tripping over your own feet.

His wolfish grin only seemed to grow the closer you guys got to the bar, pulling you inside the packed place, finally letting go of your wrist as he went up to get drinks for the two of you. You leaned against the wall, watching the area, one foot crossed over the other and your arms crossed.

A few minuets later and the cowboy returned, handing you a drink and standing across from you, his shoulders back and relaxed, his weight over one of his legs. His grin became permeant the more liquor the man had.

"What's wrong partner? You're tense" Commented Boothill, raising his drink slightly.

"Folks are already staring at the horns Hilly" You started, looking around the room at people staring at your horns and rather infernal features. You took a sip from your mug, eyes looking over the rim and a few people in the back whispering amongst themselves.

"Yeah well even if they are, they're probably eyeing my bounty more" Boothill rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, an attempt to make you feel better. "Think my bounty is in the six figures? Whatever it is, all I know is I cant count that high" He smirked.

You sighed, the cheesy attempt at comfort working to help calm your nerves. You removed your eyes from the crowd, looking back up at the cowboy who's shit eating grin seemed to single handily help cheer you up. "So what did you do to get the IPC to put a bounty higher than a stone hearts salary on your head?"

"what haven't I done?" He chuckled, "recently I blew up three ships"

You nearly spat out your drink.

"Hilly I think you are the soul reason I am in business" You looked up at him. "I just got word that three IPC ships are going to be dropped off next week for me to check the damage and either scrap or repair"

Boothill's smirk only seemed to grow. "Well I'll be." He placed his free hand against the wall, trapping you in as he leaned down, his mouth next to your ear as he whispered, "You ain't a shirtbag right? You ain't gonna right?"

You shook your head, feeling the tips of your ears turning red, well, red-er.

"Glad we have an agreement" The man pulled back smiling boyishly. "Now, y/n you dance?"

"I can square dance, but I ain't do anything like that in years, been to busy workin, you get it right Hilly?" You took a sip and looked up at him.

"Well yeah I do, but over the years of hunting down the IPC, I've learned that its alright to take a second and refuel in a way" Boothill shrugged, finishing off his drink and swiftly ordering himself another. "Bill's on me, drink as much as you want."

"I think you can drink more than enough for the two of us, I haven't had any liquor in quite a while." You rubbed the back of your neck, sheepishly looking up at him.

"O-oh you sober?-" Boothill stammered, yes that's right. He was so nervous he had managed to fuck up royally that he stammered and trapped over his words. His eyes shot open and widened like saucers.

"No hilly, just too focused on work" You felt a tad guilty, quickly reassuring him it was okay, and taking a sip of your drink. "It's okay Hilly, really. Thank you for taking me out and away from my shop" You gave him a quick smile, trying to show that it really was okay.

Boothill's shoulders dropped. relived he did not in fact fuck up. He through his ever wolfish grin back on and sighed ever so lightly. "Well good. You really ain't leave the shop much do you? It's like you live in there."

"Well, I mean I do. I don't mind before you ask."

"I was joking, but I can see the appeal" Boothill came and leaned against the wall next to you.

You looked the man over, again. sure you had seen the ins and outs of him, but you had never really payed attention to his smile, his smirk. "I just realized Hilly, you've got one hell of a smile"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Boothill asked, looking down at you with a raised brow.

"Well it's not a bad thing. First of all it is quite a nice smile." Boothill beamed with pride. "Second of all, shark teeth? Do they regrow like that? Are they custom?" You moved so you could look up at the man better, eyes wide with curiosity. His smile was so white, so polished, you swore you could see your reflection in them.

You were so engrossed in your questions, that you failed to notice Boothill's ears turning red. "I got these after the accident that turned me into the man you see today." He had no idea why he was even telling you anything, it was highly personal, and something he liked to keep to himself, yet here he was telling you just because you asked with no strings attached.

You nodded your head and stopped your questions, opting instead to finish your drink. You had just set down your now empty glass before Boothill grabbed your wrist for the second time that night, pulling you off the wall and with him towards the dance floor.

The two of you spent the evening drinking, dancing and laughing. You haven't felt so light and care free in ages. Like the weight of everything troubling you had slipped away, even if it were just for a few hours that night.

The bar had done its last call and kicked everyone out. You laughed and held on to Boothill's arm to steady you as you did have too much to drink. Boothill smiled down at you, finding the way you smiled as if nothing was wrong in the world to be beautiful.

He took you back to your shop, made sure you got in safely. He tried to pull his arm away, only to find your hands still around it.

"Hillyyyy" You pouted. "Stay the night!"

"Sugar you ain't in you right mind" "Not stay like that Hilly! I-I haven't had company I actually enjoy in a while"

He raided an eyebrow. "So you want me to hang around the shop and do what?"

"Just talk Hilly, Please?"

Boothill sighed and nodded his head, unaware he'd be in for a long night, not that he would mind.

[itsbubbleteataro]

The Bootlegger pt 5

Human!Alastor x Human reader

Warnings: drugs, cursing, poor anger management, yelling, sexism

Alastor went to work the next week, keeping up his usual appearances. He would go with Will and Cassie to the speak easy, always sitting with you, talking to you about the day. To everyone else, it seemed like Alastor was starting to carry a torch for you. He started to frequent the speak easy, desire to check on you and keep you safe, to keep tabs on your health.

Currently he sat by your side at the speak easy. You had sat in a booth, away from the roaring of the jazz band. Alastor was sat firmly next to you, his eyes drifting from his empty cup, over to you, who had somehow fallen asleep despite all the lights and noise. He knew you were exhausted, he knew you were being overworked, so he kept quiet. He placated his coat over your shoulders, trying to help keep the noise and light at bay.

His mind turned and turned, slowly formulating a plan to do away with Tom without raising any suspicions. He could not risk Jessie knowing, Cassie figuring it out, or have you be involved in any way. He crossed one leg over the other, eyes drifting over to your sleeping form. An idea sparked something in his eyes. He could have Cassie swipe those Happy pills Tom was taking again. Based off of the photographs and reports Cassie had so kindly found out for him, he knew that Tom’s temper would start to show at work, and start to effect his work life.

The plan was formed, Alastor would sabotage Tom, watch as the consequences of his actions took place, then take advantage of the situation, before luring Tom and hunting him for sport. Alastor smiled to himself, feeling his leg grow restless with a twisted sense of glee at the plan.

His leg stopped as he looked up to Jessie approaching the booth.

“She’s asleep?”

“Yes ma’am, fell asleep not to long after I sat down with her.”

“Alastor, let me be blunt with you.” Jessie placed her hand down on the table, her elbow bending as she leaned in close, her voice dropping. “Does y/n know you are the radio host?” She waited for Alastor to shake his head no. Jessie sighed, “Are you carrying a torch for her?”

Those words, that phrase, it struck something in him.

Him? Carry a torch? Have a crush? Oh no, not him. Alastor the Byou Butcher did not have crushes or feel love in any way.

He shook his head, Jessie stood up looking skeptical before nodding her head and leaning over to wake you up.

You blinked sleepily, pulling whatever was around your shoulders closer as it was quite warm and smelled nicely of whisky and the woods. Jessie nodded at you, telling you to get up before helping you up. Alastor watched as the two left the speak easy. He got another drink for himself, before he too took his leave.

Around a week had passed. Alastor sat in his office, working on his script for the day. He found it hard to conceal the raw joy he felt when he heard the sound of a mug being shattered just outside.

"Ah! Damn it all!'

Alastor stopped typing, eager to hear what was happening outside.

"The blasted equipment stopped working! I bet you had something to do with it Margret! Get over here!'

"You don't get to speak to Miss Margret like that Tom" Cassie snapped as Alastor opened his door, his mood turning sour as Tom started to take out his anger on others. "Just because your blasted mints disappeared does not mean you get to act this way towards Margret!" Cassie was standing in front of Margret, the shy intern who was horridly cleaning up the broken mug.

"Oh I don't need your opinion Cassie" Tom snapped back, "I don't need advice from someone like you!"

"And what in the world is that supposed to mean Tom?!" Cassie crossed her arms, glaring.

"I mean from a woman who can't hold down a man, because she has to voice her thoughts on everything!"

"At least I don't need happy pills to enjoy my day at work, wife beater."

"You bitch!" Tom moved to swing, before Alastor stood in his way, his expression dark. He nodded to Cassie who helped Margret up, then went upstairs with Robert, a man who was frightened with Tom's display and too shy to step in.

Alastor knew the upper management would listen to Robert over Cassie and Margret, so he was glad he went with them. he stared Tom down who huffed before leaving, slamming the door behind him. Alastor returned to his office with a sigh. He pitched the bridge of his nose. He was going to have to grit his teeth and bare the waste of space Tom was untill suspicions of him being Tom's killer would be much much less.

Thankfully he did not have to wait that long. Tom was fired that day. He still had to wait, yes, but his plan was moving quicker than he thought.

It was a week and a half since Tom was fired, Alastor was back at the speak easy, sitting next to you.

You sighed, "Hey, Al?"

"Yes cher?"

"If it's not to much trouble could I ask you to walk me home?"

Little did you know, asking that question alone would forever change the course of your life.

[itsbubbleteataro]

The bootlegger pt 4

Human!Alastor x Human!reader warnings; stalking, minuplation(?), drugs

Monday came much too slow for Alastor's liking, his hungry mind swirling with questions. He had to know more about Tom, what kind of business he, Jessie and you were in. What would posses a man like Tom to appear so kind and loving towards his wife, but turn around and ask someone to work seven days a week for hours on end.

What in the world was Tom doing to make you feel so uneasy around Tom? Why was it that any time he saw you at the speak easy you looked disheveled, in garments that clearly did not fit you, hair frizzy and makeup half gone. What in the world would you be going through for such things to occur?

He heard from you that you used to work at a dress shop, could you perhaps mend things for him if he asked nicely? What drove you here, down the river to New Orleans? What happened to the shop you used to work at?

The more he thought, the more questions he had.

Sitting in his corner office he pondered. Cassie burst in his office, spewing something about the latest boe she had warm her bed, when an idea crossed his mind..

"Say Cassie, would you say you're a bit of a newshawlk?" Alastor asked, lacing his fingers and leaning forwards on his desk.

"Suppose you could say that, I mean outside of being your assistant, I do find news stories for the folks in the slots after you." Cassie crossed her arms, a slight smirk on her face. "Why, got an assignment for me?" Cassie looked all but too excited, biting her lip to contain her joy.

"Well, yes, but it simply must stay between us two Cassie." Alastor maintained eye contact, his signature smile gracing his lips. Cassie excitedly nodded her head, and closed the door to his office. "I need you to find out about someone for me." Alastor started.

"OH! Let me guess, let me guess!" Cassie beamed, "Is it a woman?" She rocked back and fourth on her feet, trying to contain her excitement.

Alastor shook his head no and Cassie visibly looked disappointed, before puling herself together. "Its Tom. Ever see how he looks just a little too happy to be checking the weather?"

"I suppose, I just figured he was on those new happy pills I heard about from Frank."

"No Cassie, and even if it there has to be something else on the side."

"And if your wrong Al?"

"Then I'll pay for your's and Will's next trip to the speak easy."

Cassie thought about it for a moment, before sticking out her hand. "How much time?"

"As long as you need"

"We have a deal Al" The two shook hands, the Cassie left his office as soon as Tom walked in with the weather report for the day.

"Good morning Al" Yawned Tom, striding into his office with the latest weather report.

Alastor watched as Tom placed the weather report on his desk, his eyes narrowing in on the slight redness around his knuckles. The color was almost a deep maroon, as his skin was not as dark as Alastor's, but not as light as Cassie's.

There was more red around the pinky knuckle. None of the joints looked swollen, and the red had faded some, so Alastor concluded that Tom had to have been in a scuffle of some kind last night.

"Morning Tom" Alastor said, maintaining his calm, his eyes returning to the weather report and the outline of his script.

The week passed at a snails pace for Alastor, his mind swirling now with ideas of what sorts of questions he could ask you without prodding so far, what sorts of answers Cassie has for him. On Friday, Alastor agreed to have Cassie over Saturday morning for coffee and tea and to talk about what she found.

For Alastor, the appointed time could not come fast enough. Alastor had set the table for two after spending the week toughly cleaning his house, top to bottom.

Cassie being preceptive and having a natural eye for detail compelled him even more. He knew the gig would be up if she even had the slightest idea he was the Bayou Butcher. The table cloth was laid, plates were set with silverware. He had a mug with tea ready for Cassie, and coffee for himself. He was flipping the last of the pancakes when Cassie let herself in as she as instructed too.

"Mornin' Al! Smells amazin'!" Cassie chirped, chipper as ever as she walked in his home and sat down at the table. She sipped her tea with a sigh and set a manila folder down on the free place of the table. Cassie sat dressed in long black and white dress paired with stalking and black kitten heels.

"Mornin Cassie, chipper as ever I see" Alastor turned. He was dressed in black slacks, his usual white dress shirt and a dark red vest. He hadn't bothered to straighten his hair as it was just Cassie he was meeting with that day. Flipped the last hot cake, before stacking a few on both of their pates.

"So Cassie" Started Alastor, "let me hear the scoop" Alastor took a sip of his coffee and started to cut open his hot cakes.

Cassie smiled and pointed to the folder. "All kinds of tidbits Al, you would not believe what I found!" She bounced in her seat as she waited for Alastor to wrap his slender fingers around the folder and open it. He scanned through the photographs. "Not only is he on the happy pills, but he is involved with the giggle water trade! His wife is too! But that's not the only part that the fuzz would love!"

Cassie cut into her hotcakes, drizzling them with syrup and butter. "He's basically living a double life! The Tom we see at the station is the one on those here Happy Pills, oh here!" Cassie set her fork and knife down with a clatter, reaching into her bag and pulling out a tin can. She shook it around a few times, resulting in about three for four items inside raddling around. "I stole some" She said with a cat like smirk.

"So you're a punk now?" Alastor raised an eyebrow as he still looked over the photographs.

"Naw, I'll put them back where I found them tonight, I just thought you may like the physcall proof." Cassie shrugged. "Thanks for breakfast Al. Did I get enough info for you, or would you like me to keep going?"

"It is quite alright Cassie, go put what you found back. Go on and leave after breakfast."

Cassie nodded, finishing her food and tea before bidding farewell.

Alastor took the folder to his room, laying everything out on his desk. He pulled his chair out, turned on a lap and slipped on a pair of reading glasses. He went over every detail in the photos, the house, the yard, what Tom and Jessie wore. What really grabbed his attention however, was what he thought was you in the background.

It was blurry, so he could not be sure, but he swore he saw you in the middle of moving crates of booze. His blood boiled as he went through photo after photo. Not only was Tom hooked on those happy pills, but he was curl towards Jessie. The bruising on his knuckles made more and more since as he flipped through the photos.

He took a deep breath, he had to be careful about how he would approach his next hunt. He had asked Cassie for information, and if Tom were to suddly go missing, she would surly have questions for her.

HE sat back in his chair, his mind swirling as he plotted. His shadow swirled around the chair, wearing a grin much more sinister than Alastors as the two plotted and plotted.

Oh this next hunt would prove to be ever the fun one.

[itsbubbleteataro]

Gun Powder and sparks pt 3

Boothill x reader warnings;

The door to your shop was practically blown open causing you to wince from the noise. You looked up from your work bench, pulling your goggles back onto the top of your head.

"Bloody hell fires what!" You screamed, tools still in hand and project still on your work bench. You were just finishing up with a circuit board that was quite critical in something you were building.

"Well shoot me and call me a stranger, is that anyway to greet an old pal?" Smirked a certain cyborg cowboy.

"My word Hilly, you gotta stop with the door bustin and come in oh I don't know, when my shop ain't closed." You all but huffed out.

"Hilly?" Boothill raised an eyebrow. "So you can call me a nickname but I can't come into your shop after hours?" he smirked, showing off his sharp smile.

"Well you ain't exactly a dead cowboy Hilly, so I ain't calling you boothill." You said back, quite deadpan. "And yeah, it ain't exactly the safest to come knockin when my shop is closed, could be tinkering with somethin explosive and a scare like that could have us both blown sky high."

"So you call me Hilly cuz I ain't dead?" He smirked as you nodded. He walked in the shop after closing the door behind him, pulling up a chair you had started storing near the back for when he came in with who knows what in needs of repair.

Boothill placed his hat on your work table, his eyes looking over you as you turned back to work, pulling the goggles back over your eyes and ignoring the man who was basically breaking down your neck.

"So you good with handling, well, the finer things?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, I mean it would take a while because I have a lot of projects on deck for payin folks, so it would take a while" You responded, going right back to work, as if the cowboy was never there.

"You better not be insuating I can't pay you shirt bag" Snapped Boothill, getting quite defensive as he crossed his arms.

"I'm not Hilly, I just got work to finish up first. What you come in for anyhow? I have a hunch you ain't in here to watch me work and chat my ear off"

"Always the straight shooter" Boothill sighed. "I well," He was glad you were paying him no mind, focusing hard on whatever you were working on instead. "Since I well, became this, I ain't have the dexterity that I used. I miss doin some of the things, like playing guitar." He was looking away, trying to hide his sadness from a person who wasn't even looking. He felt like a fool for doing so, yet he felt like he had too. "I was thinkin cuz every time I find you here, you're always hunched over something delicate lookin. Figured you may know someone or could be that someone."

You sighed, mauling things over in your mind. You do want to help this strange cowboy, he makes you feel well, alive when he comes in and asks for your help and no one else, to know the amount of trust he has in you to even do the most basic of repairs. You moved the project for a client over on your table, stinking your hand out as you took your goggles off. "Let me see your hand Hilly, just one for now, I'm assuming its mirrored, so I just wanna get a good look at em."

Boothill extended his hand, placing it in yours. He looked away, unsure if you were just running warm, or if his fans decided to stop working at that very moment. You moved his hand to your table, shining the light over it and opening up what you could to get a better look. With you having to hold his hand at strange angles to get what panels you could at the time open, he had scooted closer in his chair.

You were so close to him, touching his hand, investigating it. He was sure he had run out of coolant or his fans just stopped working with how hot his face felt. Boothill was grateful you were so absorbed in your work, that you failed to notice him fanning his face with his hat in his free hand. He could not take his eyes off the way your hands seemed to fit into his, even if you were prying him open to look at the wiring. He felt strange, a good strange, but strange non the less.

"Hm, alright. You said you wanted more dexterity?" You asked, not looking up from your work.

"Yeah, is it possible Y/n?"

"Yeah, its just gonna take a while for me to develop something without having to rebuild or replace your entire hand" You moved back from his hand, letting it go and looking up at him.

"I mean you could replace my hands." He said all to smugly for your liking.

"It would take much longer, I'd have to get the right materials to match what already exists, and take me months to wire everything, would involve you coming in way more than you already do." You stared to explain as Boothill shook his head.

"Naw, I can pay, I can wait. I gotta lay low from the IPC for a while anyways." He took his now free hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, you nodded your head, your mind formulating a plan to work on his new hands.

"Hey! Earth to Y/n" Snapped a smirking Boothill. "Hey, here as thanks and for payment for today, let me take you out for some drinks. My treat."

"You sure Hilly?"

"Yeah I'm sure, you look like you need a good break anyways"

You sighed and got up, grabbing a coat and walking to the door with him, a silent agreement.

Oh boy, would you be in for something more than you agreed too.

[itsbubbleteataro]

The Bootlegger pt 3

Human!Alastor x Human!Reader Warnings; manipulation

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You woke bright and early the next day with a sigh. Pulling yourself out of bed, you glanced at your calendar. The weekend had hit. With a small smile you flopped back into bed. Jessie was kind, usually giving you Saturdays off to rest.

Just as you had drifted off into the first signs of sleep, there was a pounding at your door. You groaned, then got up to change and rake a brush through your hair to at least look presentable. You yawned and approached your door. You opened the door before the person on the other end could start knocking again.

"...Jessie?" You rubbed your eyes, thinking you were going blind or something. "What in the world are you doing here, its my day off I thought."

"Normally is sugar" Responded Jessie, who stepped out of the way to show her husband, Tom standing behind her. "Tom here says he wants you working on the weekends now"

"I mean I would love to but you would have me working seven days a week with no break!" You looked rather distressed as you quickly tried to fix your hair. "I don't think I can do that Jessie, honest."

Tom raised an eyebrow as Jessie looked away, "don't think, or won't?"

You felt so uncomfortable as you looked from Tom to Jessie. Your hands picked at your nails. You saw Jessie rubbing her arm and looking up at you, Tom looking stern as he ever did before you sighed and nodded.

"We'll see you out there y/n" Nodded Tom, who took his wife Jessie and walked off.

You took a deep breath, you always hated when Tom came around, made Jessie act so differently you had no idea how to the two even got married in the first place. You walked back into the living room, flicking your radio on.

Sighing as Alastor was off for the weekend you listened to whatever jazz was playing. You went and finished getting ready, making breakfast and doing hair and makeup before leaving the house.

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The work day was harder than it usually was, with you doing much more heavy lifting to avoid Tom. You were deeper in the cave, labeling moonshine with the date and year, before going to the back and picking out what spirits had been sitting the longest.

You came back with a box full, only to come back to Jessie looking away and making herself busy with one of the stills, and Tom glaring at the cave wall. You gulped, before walking up and setting the crate of what you found down.

"Tom? I found what we had, some of our first bottles"

"Perfect y/n, load em up on the truck. Jessie will join you later"

You nodded your head, really not wanting to get involved out of fear, took the crate and loaded them up into the back of the truck. You arms were hurting by the time you were done, ready to call it quits before you had even delivered everything.

It was maybe about an hour later, Tom went his own way and Jessie got into the truck with you. It was a silent drive, your mind full of questions you were not sure you really wanted answered, plus the fact that you had to look out for other bootleggers trying to get the drop.

You had heard through the grape vine that the fuzz were more active on the docs trying to put a stop to the imported booze. You figured more folks would fall back on land shipments, and knew people were lookin to make a quick buck or to drink somethin strong.

Your fingers wrapped around the handle to your pistol, before placing it in your bag, your gut screaming you may need it later. Jessie sighed as you watched the trees turn into buildings and the critters into people.

It was not long before the sun went down, and nightlife came a bustling. Jessie pulled into the ally where the two of you delivered the moonshine.

Jessie went in to go speak and collect payment from Mimzy, leaving you to unload all the stock yourself. Again your arms screamed, telling you to stop and take a break, but you did not listen. you had gotten through all the boxes by the time Jessie came back with Mimzy and a few of her boys who took over for you when it came to the boxes. Mimzy handed Jessie some money before ushering you inside.

You were surprised, it was never this busy when you arrived, maybe because it was a weekend, maybe because it was a cooler night, maybe because the band was already playing, but the place was packed.

You took a seat at the bar and had just taken your first sip of some booze when a familiar voice ripped you from your thoughts.

"Y/n?"

You turned, "Al?"

There in front of you stood Alastor, clearly intoxicated, a half filled drink in his hand. He had shed what coat he was wearing that night, leaving it over his arm. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his shirt wrinkled and slightly out from its tuck, his front shirt buttons were undone, his bowtie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair fluffy and already returning to its naturally curly state.

"Rough day?" He took a seat next to you.

"Could say that Al" You took a sip.

"Wanna talk about it?" Alastor finished his drink, mentally cursing at himself for how much he was even trying to get to know you. He should be distant, he knows that, his unusual choice in prey for his hunting demanded it. Yet here he was, actually curious about how someone besides himself was doing. It felt, strange to put it lightly.

You raised an eyebrow, then nodded before ordering the two of you drinks. "Yeah, would be nice."

"Whenever your ready Cher" Alastor looked up at you before turning his attention to his drink. He really could not make heads or tails on what he was felling, but figured he had time while you were talking, there is no way he would actually pay attention to what you were saying, right?

You took a deep breath, "My boss's husband makes me so uncomfortable. The way he showed up at my door with her to basically demand I now work weekends, then leaves me to do all the heavy lifting?!" You sipped your drink as Al raised an eyebrow, looking up from his cup to you. "Now I work seven days! All week! No break! There really should be a limit to all that now! It's just unfair! I'm working more than I did when I worked at that dress shop up the river some" You huffed out, unable to stop yourself from basically spilling your guts to Al. (Fun fact, labor laws around working hours were established in 1938)

Al turned back to his own drink. "Yeah, I mean I don't even work weekends." He shrugged, unsure why he's even caring about a stranger he had met twice now. "That seems pretty harsh. Least the office must be cool?"

"I wish it was an office, but I can't get into the details of what I do. Just know, Tom sucks." You pouted, becoming increasingly drunk as you kept sipping away.

"Tom?" Alastor asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "The one married to Jessie or the one one who runs the bakery?" He asked setting his drink down completely.

"Married to Jessie, I think the Tom who runs the bakery only has kids left, bless his wife's soul." You finished off your drink.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, "You know if he works at the radio station or not?"

"Now I'm no newshawlk so I would ask someone who's better suited for gathering that kind of info, I'm just tryin to get through the days." You shrugged.

Alastor nodded his head, before he stuck out his hand, "Well lets go cut a rug for a bit, should help take the mind off things?"

You looked at his outstretched hand, the ever charming smile on his face and you sighed, giving in and taking his hand.

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Mimzy had cut you off from drinkin any more, and had asked Alastor to walk you home. You stumbled as you linked your arm with his. He helped keep you steady as you walked out from the ally, going down the dimly lit streets on New Orleans. He found it strange, he usually was not the biggest fan of taking people home when they have had too much to drink, and would only help if Mimzy told him too, but he had wanted to with you. He wanted to see you home safe.

He had no idea why, but yet, the only thing he could think about what getting you home safe.

[itsbubbleteataro]

The Bootlegger pt 2

Human!AlastorxHuman!Reader

Warnings; canabolism

Alastor woke up with a slight groan, his alarm clock ringing violently in his ear. He slapped his hands around, shutting it off. He sat up, his head pounding from a hangover as he fumbled around looking for his glasses.

He slipped them on and headed out of bed. He looked in the mirror, noting his exhaustion and sighed at the state he was in. He had just barely undressed himself after he had gotten home from the speak easy, his legs and arms just a tad sore from dancing the night away. He raked a hand through his curls and yawned, walking down to his basement.

He opened an ice box he kept in the basement, shivering slightly as the icy cold temperature hit his bare skin. Reaching in, he selected a liver, his stomach growling at how could it would taste with his breakfast.

He took the organ to his kitchen where he set to work, slicing some and placing the rest in the ice box in his kitchen, before making some eggs for himself with chunks of human liver. He brewed his coffee, black, no cream or sugar, then took a seat. The sun hasn't risen yet, his job as a radio host with a 9am slot had him wake up quite early.

He ate his breakfast, had his coffee and set his dirty dishes in his sink. He walked to his room as he stretched. He pulled on clean black slacks and a white dress shirt. He left his shirt somewhat unbuttoned and his cuffs undone as he walked to his bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and started on straightening his hair. He check out the dark circles under his eyes with a slight sigh, hoping no one would draw attention to it at work.

Alastor returned to his room, where he fully buttoned his shirt and turned up his shirt caller, where he tied his black bow tie, before smoothing his caller out. He pulled on a crisp and clean red vest and a pair of black socks.

Heading to the door, he pulled on black slacks and loafers, grabbing an umbrella and walking to work. Walking down the lane, he threw on his signature smile, tipping his hat to the very few who were awake at this time.

He pushed open the door to the radio station, flicking on a few lights when he had to. He made his way to the kitchenet in the staff room, where he fixed himself a coffee before taking the time to look over what music he had to play for the day. He hummed softly to himself as he planned out his day, before getting the local weather from Tod, a man who practically lived in the radio station building.

Tod was a short and stout man with blonde hair and bubbly green eyes. He wore slacks with a brown belt. His loafers had a few spots on the toes, something that had always bothered Alastor. Tom's hair was neatly combed back, and he always, always loved and took pride in his weather forecasts.

"Mornin Al!" Greeted Tom with just a bit too much pep than Alastor was ready for.

"Good morning Tom." Nodded Alastor, before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Say Al! Already heard from Cassie that y'all went and tried out that new speak easy?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "I ain't take you for the kinda feller who would enjoy boozin."

"I don't partake often Tom, I mostly went to cut a rug." Sighed Alastor.

"That's not the only thing you were doin last night, Will saw you cuttin a rug with a strange lookin June bug." Tom wiggled his eyebrows. "Some cher catch you eye Al?"

"No Tom, you know I have no desire for that sort of thing." Alstor sighed, sipping more of his coffee.

"alright alright, I'll stop pulling your leg Al, here's the weather predictions for the day." Tom handed Alastor some paper, to which Alastor just nodded in thanks. Tom tipped an imaginary hat, then sauntered off to do who knows what else.

Alastor went to his office, sitting at his type writer, and began to write. It was nothing special, just an outline of the direction he wanted to take his show in.

He passed about an hour this way, before looking up at the clock and nodding to himself. He got up from his seat, making his way over to his studio. He sat in his swiveling office chair that faced towards the door. He slid back and turned so he was facing his equipment.

He ran a quick check on everything, once again going over the selection of jazz he had picked out, before flicking a small lever, the "On Air" sign just over his door and in his window, flicking on.

He turned on his mic, and his show started.

"Good morning my listeners! It's me, Alastor! Today's weateher will be quite humid and in the upper 80s, so be sure to stay cool today folks!" He smiled to himself, "It is Friday, June second, so if it is your birthday, Happy birthday! Now on today's music."

He selected the music and let it play. He turned off his mic and sipped his coffee, his mind wondering back to the hazy night before. He listened along to the music, his mind wondering back to the strange lass at the speak easy. His mind whirled with questions such as, "why was she so disheveled looking? Why was she wearing a blouse that clearly did not fit. Why did she look so tired? She could cut a rug just as well as he could no doubt. What was her story, why was she so enticing?"

He finished his coffee before heading back on air, telling the world about the song and the artist.

Meanwhile in a dark and damp cave, wooden support beams kept the earth at bay, while smaller lanterns lit up the area. The light was dim, the air stingy. Hand held fans kept the area cool. You stood, manning a still as Jessie was off doing who knows what.

You sighed, fanning yourself harder and wiping the sweat from your brow. You filled bottle after bottle, placing them to the side. You did the math in your head, thirty more bottles. You needed to basically restock off of Mimzy's speak easy who had somehow run out of booze.

Doing a bit more math in your head you grumbled, realizing that Mimzy must be selling some of her stalk behind Jessie's back for a quick buck. You made a note to tell her later. You hummed one of the songs you heard on Alastor's show this morning. Having nothing better to do than the repeating task of filling bottle after bottle and letting it ferment for a while, your mind wondered.

Just who was that charming stranger who called himself Al? Your legs were a bit sore from dancing and smuggling your booze, yet the only thing you wished you could change was the shirt you were wearing.

You had to change your shirt as during your smuggle run, you had managed to get mud all up on your shirt, making it unwearable by Mimzy's standers in her speak easy. Mimzy had lent you a spare blouse, that much was clear on how it didn't quite fit where it should.

You were a bit surprised that the dashing Al had even spoken to you, eventually chalking it up to the booze getting to his head. Jessie did like to brew the strong stuff after all.

Yes, it must have been the booze, his sleeves were up to his elbow, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone and his bowtie undone and laying lazily around his neck. From how his hair started to curl at the ends tipped you off that he was straitening it.

Al could cut a rug better than any man you knew, yet it was also surprising. He didn't seem like the type to cut a rug, at least sober. He seemed uptight, the kind who valued public image. The quality of his vest and his dress shirt were clearly valued.

If you were still working at that shop just up the river, how you would have loved him as a client. You sighed, oh how things had changed. You checked your pocket watch. Your clock ticked 8pm. You turned off the still for the day, then went and placed the bottles in a more hidden part of the cave. While there you grabbed a few bottles that had been sitting for around three months.

With a grunt, you started moving thirty bottles up to the surface, where you had disguised them as sodas for the time being. Soon you heard the whirring of Jessie's automobeil, where she hopped out to help you.

"Belch water? Fine disguise as always y/n" Jessie nodded. Today she looked like a boy, wearing beige slacks, a brown belt with suspenders over a dress shirt. She had banded her chest to appear more flat, and hid her hair in a cap.

"eh, it's just giggle water really, it ain't nothin compared to the stuff I did up the river." You responded with a shrug, helping Jessie load up the moonshine.

Jessie nodded, "Still, its good work, made the right choice with ya. Let's head out, should be early enough to where we can avoid the Miller bunch." Jessie loaded the last of the moonshine up and you got in the car.

The ride was tense, you were tasked with keeping an eye out for other known bootleggers trying to grab your stalk, as well as the fuzz. Your hand gripped the handle of the pistol tightly, fingers not over the trigger.

Sure it was early for bootleggers, but it was better than being found out by others or the fuzz. After about a twenty minuet ride, the two of you reached town, where Jessie pulled into an ally, where Mimzy stood smokin a cigar.

"Oh you're early darlings!" Smiled Mimzy. Mimzy has short blonde fluffy hair and beautiful brown eyes she liked to bat to get her way. She wore a flapper dress, proudly showing off her ankles and shins, paired with black kitten heels and ever the fluffy boa.

"Better early than late Mimzy." Jessie piped up getting out of the car.

The two stood and talked business while you started to unload everything and bring it inside. Bottle after bottle you loaded in the speak easy. Your arms hurt by the end, and Jessie and Mimzy showed no signs of stopping talking anytime soon.

So inside you went, walking in through the back, heels clicking against the floor. The Jazz band had just arrived for the night, you nodded your head respectively before taking a seat at the counter and pouring yourself some moonshine.

You knew drinking every night was bad for ya, but you just couldn't stop stressing. Your thoughts spun around and around, unable to stop worrying about the fuzz, other bootleggers. About how much you just wanted to go back to being a regular seamstress.

You swirled your glass and took a sip. It was not long before your mind started to think about Al, the dashing stranger in red. Every so often, your eyes would dart towards the door, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would walk through.

By the time Jessie came to get you, it was nearly ten and you had two glasses of moonshine. Jessie walked you to her car and helped you inside.

It was a silent ride home, she helped you out and into your home before leaving you for the night.

With a yawn, you stripped yourself, before changing into a nice nightgown, letting your hair be how it wanted to be. You took what remained of your makeup off and had some water, before flopping into bed and drifting off to sleep while your mind wondered,

"Are you starting to carry a torch for someone you have only met once?"

[itsbubbleteataro]

Petal in the Wind part 2

Warnings: Miruko

You had been traveling with Kagome and her friends for about a month now. You were quite grateful for Kirara, who would transform and let you ride on her back while you healed. Sure you could walk short distances now, but they were always on the move, so it was nice to not slow them down.

The group traveled to town after town, chasing leads of the Jewel Shards and Naraku, while you felt yourself feeling more and more at home with Kagome and her friends, rather than inside a village.

Unknown to everyone but Inuyasha, a certain three wolf demons were always following behind. It was strange, whenever a demon attacked, which happened more often than not, you always found yourself perfectly safe. Trees could be falling around you, yet never come close to hitting you, like you had some mysterious guardian angel. You always shrugged it off, thinking the gods had stepped in, or that you had just suffered enough misfortune, that you couldn't experience any more bad luck.

Whatever the reason you were feeling pretty lucky.

Today was a nice spring day, the breeze was light, the sun was shining. It turns out Kagome and you were able to wear the same size clothing, so during the spring she let you have some clothing she did not want any more. It worked out nicely for you. Currently you were dressed in one of her older short sleeved shirts and a slightly longer skirt than she would usually wear. Your hair was down. Shippo had joined you on Kirara's back as the group walked through the forest.

Songo fanned herself as kagome stopped her bike.

"Hey I have an idea!" Turned Kagome to face the rest of the group. Songo raised an eyebrow as Inuyasha crossed his arms. "It is an awfully hot day today, can't we just rest?"

Songo sighed. "I would love to Kagome, I would also love to cool off in a stream or something." Songo kept fanning herself, as Miruko gained a blush across his cheeks just thinking about peeping on Songo.

Kagome turned to Inuyasha, "well? do you hear anything?"

"Hear what?" Sighed Inuyasha.

"A river, a stream? Anything with water!" Exclaimed Kagome.

"Incase you've forgotten Kagome, we need to find the rest of the jewel shards before Naraku does!" Huffed Inuyasha growing defensive.

"But it's hot Inuyasha! Can't we just rest for a little whileeee" Pouted Kagome. You and Shippo sighed as Miruko stepped in.

"I vote we hear Kagome and Songo out on this, a nice dip in the river sounds nice don't you think Songo?" His hand reached over to Songo. who's eyebrow twitched and delivered a firm smack to the side of his cheek. "I swear it's cursed" Miruko held up his hand, guilty.

Shippo sighed. The group argued for a bit before finally finding a river to take a break by.

You, Kagome and Songo had dipped your feet in the river to cool off as Inuyasha looked on. Miruko sipped canned tea Kagome had brought and Shippo was napping with Kirara. There was a light breeze and overall you thought it to be the perfect afternoon.

A bit ways away, down stream some, Koga, Ginta and Hakkaku were resting as well. Ginta and Hakkaku were having water and catching fish, while Koga stood on the small hill, nose in the air.

He could smell less of your blood, and more of the floral sent that lay hidden underneath. His eyes turned with turmoil. Why was he so glad he could no longer smell the stench of blood from you, when Kagome was right there. He did not know what sent he liked more. He was conflicted.

On one hand, he wanted to take Kagome away from Inuyasha, make her his own and find the rest of the jewel shards, yet on the other, he wanted to make sure you were safe. He was not sure what to feel or thing, but he knew he had to keep following.

He turned his attention back to watching Ginta and Hakkaku, struggling to catch fish. He sighed to himself, again questioning why he was even following some human who smelled of a flowers, instead of chasing down jewel shards and trying to find Naraku on his own.

With a groan he lay back, deciding to dip his hand in the cold river. He felt it nice, as it was quite warm that day. He watched as Ginta finally managed to catch a fish before Hakkaku bumped into him, callusing him to drop it. His gaze shifted up to the sky as the two bickered and agued. He sighed, wondering what it was like back with Inuyasha.

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A few hours later the group set off again. The sun was starting to set, Shippo was again on Kirara with you as the rest walked ahead. You gently sighed and leaned forwards, just observing hoe everyone got along. You could tell Inuyasha and Kagome liked each other, just both too shy to want to say anything for reasons you did not know yet.

You could also tell Songo and Mirkuo liked each other, Songo refusing to think she does and Miroku too dense to realize she does. Shippo was asleep in the basket of Kagome's strange two wheeled contraption she called a bike.

You too felt yourself growing tired, but figured you could wait and see if you could help at least start the camp tonight as you were feeling strong enough to do so.

For now however, you were content, you had made friends who felt like family, even in the short time you had known them, and you had felt they started to care for you as if you were family. Both Songo and Kagome treated you like a sister, a concept you gladly accepted as you had no siblings. Shippo felt like a younger brother. Inuyasha was strange, definitely caring more for Kagome, but still wiling to step in if he needed, so you started to see him as an older brother of sorts.

The sun started to set, the group set up camp. Despite your offering to help set up, they told you no and had you rest. Soon enough, dinner as passed around. The group ate, then heeded off to bed at different times.

Kagome in her sleeping bag with Shippo next to Inuyasha, who slept holding Tetseiga. Miruko and Songo slept close. Kirara slept next to them. Kagome had brought a sleeping bag just for you, you sat with your back against a tree, watching the flames gentle dance.

You heard a gentle rustle in the forest, causing you to look up and around. You thought it was nothing but a night creature till you spotted a familiar wolf demon with a hand full of wood in his hand.

"Koga..?" You questioned in a whisper. Koga heard your voice, and looked over. His eyes met yours, before looking away. He walked off, and you thought it must have been a product of your imagination, perhaps you were just in need of sleep and it was a trick of the mind.

It's not like you cared or anything, just that it would be nice to see the demon who had gotten you the help you so desperately needed at the time and wanted to thank him properly, not that you wanted to get a better look at him or anything. With a sigh, you closed your eyes, joining the others in the group for some well earned sleep.

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Koga sat at his camp, feeding the fire with the wood he had found. The image of you looking at him, whispering his name, it was starting to drive him mad. He stood up, wanting to know if he really was going mad and just needed to see you again, or if he just needed to sleep. He looked at Ginta and Hakkaku, who were asleep curled up with each other, just like they used to do as pups.

With a short sigh, he followed your sent back to where camp was. He walked to the same place where he gathered the wood, able to see the outlines of everyone in the dying fire light. His eyes focused on you, a gentle expression on your face as you slept peacefully.

Koga stayed for a bit, unsure what to do. He wanted to stay and make sure you really were sleeping peacefully, that you were spared from having nightmares about Kagura attacking you and your village, yet on the other, he knew you were safe, he knew you were being taken care of. He had eyes for Kagome, not you, so why, why could he not take his eyes off of you.

He moved again, sparing one last look at you, taking in your sent one last time for the night, before he walked back to his camp. He sat back down by the fire, his back against a tree.

More questions filled his mind as he got closer and closer to sleep. He wished the noise in his head would stop, just long enough for him to sleep. He closed his eyes, trying to think of other things. A gentle evening breeze blew by, the fire flickered a little as the wind brought your sent to his nose.

The delicate tsubaki flower, thought to be scentless to humans, but to demons with a keen smell, a feint and floral sent. The wind carried your sent to him, mixed with the ash of the fire.

He sighed, his mind quelling and calming as it gave way to sleep. He relaxed even more, calmed by your sent, as sleep finally took him.

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[itsbubbleteataro]

Gun Powder and Sparks pt 2

It was maybe three months after Boothill had payed you a visit, and you had given up hope on ever seeing a dime from him. Your shop lay closed today as you wanted to work on a special project of yours. Today you were testing out to see if the circuits all worked they way you needed them too.

Your goggles over your eyes held firm as you stared to carefully insert the crystal he had dropped off when the door to the shop flew open. With a groan you set the gem down, your concentration shattered. Sliding back in your chair you took off your goggles, facing the intruder with a rather unamused look on your face.

In the doorway stood Boothill, his grin as sharp and pointy as usual. You crossed your arms, rather unamused by his whole entrance.

"Shop's closed" You practically sneered. "You better have my payment." You stuck out one hand.

Boothill's boots clicked against the shop floor as he placed credits in your hand. "I got more if yer willing to open up shop for me" He tilted his head and took off his hat, tossing it on your table.

"You just now payed me for the work I did three months ago, why in the name of the aeons would I work with you again?" You raised a brow.

"Well cuz you're the only person I'll go to repairs, annnd, I actually have credit this time" He placed one hand on his hip. "I wanna know more about ya too, ain't see many of ya around."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You got up from your seat, defensive.

"Well y/n it means I ain't see many others from a farming planet like mine. Now are ya gonna do the repairs or not? I'm overheating here" He complained.

"Over heating? Like your fan's are starting to break down or.. oh never mind" You shook your head and sighed as your curiosity got the better of you. You heard Boothill plop down on your chair with a satisficed grunt as you cleared off space on your desk, unaware that Boothill had his eyes on what you were doing with the energy crystal he had given you.

"okay" You pulled open a few drawers. "Now where are your fans located? Do you have multiple in several parts or are they all located in one because that could be the issu-" Boothill cut you off, the sound of a compartment hissing and opening grabbing your attention. You turned around to see him fanning himself with his hat, the panels of his chest wide open. You got closer, gently poking and prodding and getting a closer look.

You touched one of the fans, your brow furrowing. "Holy hell fires Boothill, I have questions. How in the world are you not short circting from all this heat, second how in the ever loving hell did your fans get so dirty?! I have to take them out to clean them." You walked over to a small sliver tube, pressing on the top before a holographic pc display came up.

As you typed away Boothill answered your questions. "Well, to be frank I ain't got a fudgin clue. I guess it just has been a while since I've had my hard-er, software?" he guessed.

"hardware" you corrected

"hardware looked at" Boothill shrugged. You sighed as you ordred a few parts and pressed the button again, the hologram dissapearing.

"Alright how long will you be in town for?"

"How ever long it takes to get fixed back up" Replied Boothill.

"Noted, works out in my favor." You replied, going through a drawer. Once again you pulled on your fingerless glove with the small pockets. You walked up, stuck your face as close as you could get, before nodding and mumbling to yourself and going back to your drawer. You missed the way the cowboy looked at your face, then looked away again.

You came back, glove full of tools and a head worn light and magnifying glass. You got on your knees, head up close to his open chest panels. Boothill swore he got hotter as you stared to work.

"How do ya even stand this here heat?" Boothill asked, looking away but curious.

"Simple really, ain't nothing compared to what it was like back home on Enbar." You explained, taking out one of his fans and cleaning it gently. He looked down at you again, a bit of red dusting his cheeks, something the both of you chalked up to the heat of having one of his fans removed, not the compromising position you were currently in.

You cleaned his fans, put him back together and shut his chest panels. You cleared your throat.

"Stay for a week, I got parts commin in for ya cowboy."

"Now the fork would you order parts for me?" He asked confused, "And why ain't you callin me by my name?"

"Well you ain't a dead cowboy, sure your mostly metal, but your still kicken'" You explained. "And extra fans so ya ain't gotta' come back to me overheatin' again."

Boothill tipped his hat. "Tell me more about Enbar when I'm back?" He dropped payment on your work table. You nodded and shooed the cyborg cowboy out of your workshop.

The week when he came back, you added some fans to his back. He was laying on your work table, something you were surprised that you both could hold his weight and that you even had enough space for him as he was quite the tall man.

His back panels were open and you had brought in a pillow for his head. He laid still so you could work without issue.

"say, y/n" Started Boothill. "Tell me more about Enbar?"

You sighed and obliged him as you worked. "Enbar, long gone by now. Stellaron disaster. Hot planet, heard it been compared to hell its self before. Hot, dry, mostly farm and cattle land. Home to few tradesmen out of nessicity." You stared. "Land rollin as far as the eye could see" You looked at Boothill, making sure he was okay, only to see a faraway look in his eyes, you knew his home was something similar. You turned back to your work.

"Ma was a ranch hand, pa was a tradesmen. One day Ma wanted to leave, got on this giant train with people who called themselves nameless. Pa and I stayed behind, took after the trade with my Pa"

You stopped talking, not wanting to say anymore as Boothill nodded his head. The two of you worked in silence, you just focused, and him going over how similar your planets were, yet also how different they were. It was something to him, seemed like looking into a mirror, just at a different angle. The upbringing was similar, yet so very different.

A few hours later, you woke the cowboy up who had managed to drift off to sleep while you were working to tell him repairs and fan installation was done.

"Thanks again y/n" He tossed payment on the table and tipped his hat. "Till next time yeah?"

"Sure space cowboy"

He smirked his dangerous toothy grin and waved walking out the door.

[itsbubbleteataro]

Human!Alastior x Human!reader

The Bootlegger pt 1

It was a hot summers day in New Orleans. The year was 1920, prohibition had just been signed into law by President Woodrow Willison, and you had just fallen on hard times. The tailor shop you were working for had closed down, and left you looking for a new job.

With prohibition however came opportunities, opportunities came jobs. You found yourself working for a woman named Jessie, brewing moonshine underground to avoid the fuzz. Sure it was illegal, but the people needed booze, and you were more than happy to supply.

When the night rolled around you took your moonshine and distributed it to local clubs and bars and speak easys. Sure you had to get good with a weapon, your weapon of choice being an 1 colt m1911, something smaller and discrete, yet still packed a punch when needed.

You needed up needing that little pistol more often than you had hoped to need it. Hey it was dirty work being a bootlegger, but it got food on the table for you and that's what mattered most to you.

It was a warm summers morning, you were leaving your house to head into the bayou where Jessie's underground brewing was set up. You were having breakfast, listning to the raido, having your toast with jam and a coffee with two sugars. A rich and smooth voice greeted you over the raido just as it did every morning.

"Good morning my listeners! It's me, Alastor! Today's weather should be humid and in the 80s, with the slight chance of an afternoon shower. Today's date is Thursday, June second, so if its your birthday happy birthday!" Your radio practically sang out. You sighed. You loved listening to Alastor in the morning and the way he would pick out just the right music every day made you admire his love for radio. You dropped two sugar cubes in your coffee and stirred with a small sliver spoon. You watched the sugar melt into your bitter black coffee as you day dreamed about being able to do something you truly loved to do again, or even better yet, not having to do such a dangerous job anymore.

You finished your breakfast and coffee, then went to your room to change. You pulled on a longer beige skirt with a matching blouse. You tucked the blouse into your skirt, then took a seat at your vanity. Pulling on some skin colored stalking you sat and faced the mirror.

Humming along to the radio you did your hair and makeup. Sure it would be ruined by the end of the day, but you still wanted to look your best. You brushed out your hair and styled it before sitting up and walking back to your living room. You placed your empty mug and plate in the sink before heading to your door.

Pulling on a pair of heeled ankle boots with quite the large and thick heel and a beige hat with a red ribbon tied around the center, you left the house after turning back and shutting off your radio.

Strolling down the street you walked into a small little deli. You walked up to the counter.

"Mornin' Jason" You nodded your head at the man behind the conter.

"Mornin Cher" Greeted Jason. Jason was a well groomed but harry man who ran a small deli and sandwich shop. Jason's blue eyes reflected the sun outside and his smile made everyone feel welcome in his little shop. "Would it be the usual?"

"Yes please"

"Comming right up Cher" Jason set to work. You checked your pocket watch, making sure you were not running late as Jason hummed along to the radio.

Not a song later, you handed Jason some money and he handed you a sandwich. "Careful y/n, Alastor said there may be an afternoon shower"

"I'm sure I will be okay Jason, thank you for the worry however" You gave him a small and polite smile. He wished you a good day and waved as you exited his shop.

Tucking your sandwich into a small bag, you headed to work.

On the other side of town Alastor pushed back in his chair. His mic was muted as he was playing his favorite jazz on the radio.

"Cassie, cher, be a doll and get me some more coffee?" He asked a woman with jet black hair cut neatly into a bob that fell just below her ears. She wore dark beige tweed pants and a white blouse with a pair of suspenders. Her brown loafers were polished to perfection. Cassie nodded her head and went down the hall to make some.

Alastor yawned covering his mouth. he pulled out a pocket mirror and ticked under his breath. He had straightened his naturally curly dark hair just hours earlier, and yet in the humidity despite him being indoors callused the ends to curl yet again.

He set the pocket mirror back in his slacks, then fixed his wine red vest and adjusted the cuffed sleeves of his white dress shirt. He fixed up his black bowtie as he heard the door open to his office. He turned to face Cassie and thanked her for the coffee before showing her out of his booth.

He took a swig of coffee before he flipped on his mic once more.

"And that ladies and gentlemen was the last song of the morning brought to us by Louis Armstrong. Once again this is your host Alastor, have a good rest of the day." He turned his mic off and concluded his broadcast.

He picked up his mug, and got out of his seat, letting the swiveling chair turn lazily till the seat faced the door. He walked down the hall to his corner side office, to work on some paperwork the head of the radio station had tasked him with last night. He closed the door behind him.

Muffling another yawn he sat in his plush chair, picking up a pen and reading over the papers. "Shouldn't have dragged that hunt out so last night." He again yawned. "Yet it was also oh so worth it." He sipped his coffee.

It was around the early afternoon when Cassie knocked on his door. After waiting for a response, Cassie stepped in, holding her cap in her hands.

"Al?"

"yes Cassie?" Alastor looked up from the last bits of his paperwork.

"Will and I are going to the speak easy tonight to cut a rug, hear they have some moonshine that is just the bees knees. Want to come along?" Asked Cassie, putting her cap on. Seeing Alastor nod she gives him a thumbs up. "Will and I will pick you up then after dark, be ready and look sharp! You know how Mimzy can be." Cassie left his office, making sure to close the door gently behind her.

Alastor quickly finished the last of his paperwork then got up. He placed his now empty mug by the small kitchenet in the break room before grabbing his wine red coat and his black umbrella before stepping out. He opened the umbrella as it had started to rain, then started his walk home.

His walk home was uneventful, picking up tidbits of gossip here and there from people who spoke a little too loudly. He soon reached the edge of the bayou, where he opened the door to his cabin.

He grimished slightly at the lingering smell of blood as he pulled off his shoes, knowing he had some cleaning to do before Cassie and Will came over. He turned on the radio, letting it play as he set about deep cleaning.

He changed into something he knew he could hide and clean easily, before setting his sights on his kitchen. He quickly moved all his human flesh and organs he had so carefully harvested last night to the basement before cleaning the ice box. He cleaned the floors, the counters, the seats, the sink, his knives and forks, his plates, the table. Anything that could have a speck of blood or human remains on it was deep cleaned or hidden in his basement.

The only thing that stayed the same was his prized riffle. His Remington pump action riffle lean against his coatrack, the barrel facing up.

Alastor retuned to his room, changing back into what he wore to work, thinking it was sharp enough for a speak easy, then set to work on straightening his hair once more, as it had returned to its natural thick and curly nature.

Looking in the mirror, he styled his now fuzzy and fluffy hair, before sitting on his couch. Pulling on a shiny pair of loafers, he picked up his riffle and started to do basic maintenance on it.

His pump action Remington riffle was his pride and joy.

The sun had set and holding true to her word, a knock sounded against the door.

"Cassie?"

"Yeah its me Al, come on! Will and I are waiting! Will is quite excited to show you his new fangled automobile!" Cassie opened the door just wide enough to see her smiling from ear to ear.

Alastor nodded and got up, setting his hunting riffle aside. He walked outside with Cassie, down a gravel path towards the road.

"Wait Al, you ain't really gonna wear what you wore to work to to the speak easy right? What if there's some Cher you wanna chat up?" Cassie asked tilting her head.

Cassie wore a bright colored dress that showed off her ankles, a hand held fan with gold accents in her hand. Her makeup was done in a way where her lips were highlighted.

Alastor shook his head. "Cassie you know I do not have a desire to settle down-" He started before Cassie cut him off.

"Yeah Yeah your too busy hunting and working to even think of that. I get it, I have things I want to do too, but I would like to have a boe to come home too, or well" She smirked, "to share a bed with"

"Casssie" Alastor sighed and shook his head. "Sometimes I am not even sure how you work"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that Al" Cassie sighed as the two finally made it to the main road.

Will honked the horn of his automobile, a rather large mechanical beast pained black with white accents. Alastor whistled and Cassie smiled.

"Well I'll be, this really is the bees knees" Nodded Alator as he opened the door for Cassie, who thanked him and slid inside.

Will was a skinner man, dressed in a white dress shirt with a deep purple vest. His collar hung open and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His chocolate colored skin seemed to glisten in the low lighting. His hair hung in its naturally curly state, styled nicely with a cap sitting on top of his head.

"Evenin' Al" Spoke Will

"Evenin' Will, how were the docks today?'

"Oh busy as always, the fuzz seems to be hangin' around them more, thinkin bootleggers are smugglin' in booze from the waters." Shrugged Will. "Say Al, you should let your hair be natural one of these nights, it ain't a curse and it ain't bad."

"Will I will wear my hair how I want" Alastor crossed his arms getting defensive.

"Oh just drive Will! I'm tryin to get me a boe to warm the bed!" Snapped Cassie. Alastor turned his head to look out the window as Will sighed.

The automobile came to life, moving the group down the street.

"Say Al, are you going to dip on us again tonight?" Asked Cassie, twisting to look back at him from the back passenger seat.

"And if I am?"

"Have fun walkin'" Retorted Cassie, turning to face the front again as Will sighed.

The group made it to the speak easy, Cassie and Alastor stepping out as Will drove around to find parking. Alastor made it in no problem as Cassie was busy talking with Mimzy, the speak easy owner.

He made his way past the people, taking a seat at the bar, enjoying the wild yet relaxing live jazz from the band on stage. He ordered his drink and uncuffed his sleeves, rolling them up past his elbows.

He took his first sip of moonshine, his eyes sparked just a tad. The flavor was better than any of the watered down stuff he had since prohibition had stared.

He had one drink after the other, getting himself tispy as he looked around the room.

His onyx eyes landed on you, looking exhausted as you mindlessly swirled your glass of moonshine. He took in how your hair seemed frizzy under the hat of yours, your blouse clearly too large for you as you had to change. You yawned then took a sip of your drink.

Alastor got up and undid his bow tie, taking a new seat next to you.

"Long day Cher?"

"Could say that Mister." You did not even look over at him. You were waiting for Mimzy to finish talking to Cassie, so Jessie, who was looking at her nails a few seats down could collect the payment and the two of you could turn in for the night.

Alastor took a sip of his drink and sighed. He had already run out of conversation, and had resigned himself to sit in a strange silence next to the interesting looking stranger.

A few sips later, you broke the silence, "So uh" You stared, tracing your finger along the rim of the glass. "What do you think of the booze?" You looked over, taking in the disheveled appearance of the handsome stranger.

"Best booze since the law was put in place Cher." He answered truthfully, setting his empty glass down and facing you.

"Good to know, thank you Mister."

"If you really want to thank me, you would go cut a rug with me Cher" Alator give you a cheeky sort of smirk, reaching out his hand.

"I can hardly dance with a boe who's name I ain't know"

"Call me Al then"

"y/n" You placed your hand in his and let him lead you to the dance floor.

As much as you would hate to admit it, the dancing, the music, the booze made everything so much more enjoyable. You found yourself smiling as Alastor twirled and dipped you.

Soon however, as the two of you sat to the side, Jessie came up and taped you on the shoulder before pointing to the door.

"Ah time for me to leave Al, it was wonderful meeting you" You smiled at him. Al flashed one back.

"Hope to see you around soon Cher, I had a lovley evenin' with you." He bowed his head. You waved and walked out with Jessie.

Jessie was a smaller woman with long black hair she wore back in a braid. She wore dresses mostly, and liked to carry around a white hand bag. The two of you walked to Jessie's automobile, the two of you got in and Jessie started to drive.

Around half way to your home, Jessie broke the silence, "Don't you go around carryin' a torch for that man, our life is already complicated enough between the fuzz and other bootleggers."

You gasped. "Jessie! It is too soon to know if I even have a torch to begin with! And you don't think I ain't know that?" You sighed. "I might could think you ain't know how to read a room." You pouted as Jessie took you home.

Reaching the path to your home, Jessie sighed and helped you out. "Just don't say I ain't warn you" Jessie got back into her car and drove off, leaving you to stumble up the path to your home.

You made it inside safely and stumbled as you lazily stripped yourself. You flopped onto bed with a soft grunt, your mind wondering to the handsome stranger in the red vest at Minzy's speak easy.

You sighed, as much as you would love to keep meeting with Al, you knew that if you did it would only be more trouble than it was worth. You drifted off to sleep, a bit sad over the fact that you could no longer have a normal relationship with someone.

Oh how wrong you would be, and how little did you know your life was to turn upside down even more.

[itsbubbleteataro]

Hello! Its Bootyhill time! Enjoy!

Gun powder and sparks pt.1

Boothill x Reader

Warnings: death, loss, blood, guns

You were just a kid, living on this hellish planet called Enbar. The land was dry and cracked, land stretching for miles. Sure the planet was nice and all, so were the people. It was a typical out of the way planet where people's lively hood depended on farming and cattle.

At least it would be normal, if the planet did not resemble hell in many many ways. It was always hot, thus the people of Enbar adapted to survive.

First of all, the people looked more akin to devils, rich colors for skin, twisting horns and flexible tails, the occasional person having large bat like wings, able to fly just like a cambion would be able to.

As a kid you lived on Enbar, on a nice farm with your father. Your mother had left Enbar when you were around two, wanting to explore the stars. Your father raised you on a farm, taught you everything you knew.

Your father had rich dark red skin, a string build. He had thick black wild hair and a well groomed mustache. Two black as coal horns rested upon his head in a proud manner, twisting once and then heading up towards the sky. He had deep set, tired looking golden eyes. He was one of the few in your small town of Igneous who could repair and fix up just about any sort of equipment, be it from passerby's who were stuck and needed a ship repaired, to farm equipment to the occasional Intellitron who would stop for a repair on their way back to Peneacony.

Your father was a good man, passing down the trade to you, letting you get progressively more hands on as you grew older. You were around sixteen when your father allowed you to help out full time in his shop.

You looked very similar to your father, the only difference was you had taken after your mother, having two large bat like wings pressed against your back. Your father would ask you to help him with things, as you were able to reach were he could not.

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It was a bright hot day, you were working in the shop with your father. Unknown to you and most of the towns people, deep in a vault in the town square lay a ticking time bomb, an unstable stelron.

Your father had just sent you down to the basement, to trade a small engine the two of you had just repaired for some food. You felt the earth shake, the world above sounded like it was collapsing.

Fearing for your safety and your father's safety, you dropped the engine and bolted up the stairs. Throwing open the door to the cellar, your eyes widened in horror. The house had collapsed, the ground was breaking apart, lava was spewing up from cracks in the ground. Cattle were running around, people were screaming. Chaos had descended.

Fractally, you looked for your father, finding him in the workshop, gathering what he could in his arms. Running up to him you called out for him, you also taking what you could grab in your arms. The two of you stared running. You were lucky, some people calling themselves the "knights of beauty" had stopped on Enbar for some repairs, and were loading people onto their ships.

You flew ahead of your father, your wings helping to propel you faster than he could run. You turned back, hearing your father no longer behind you. You dropped the belongings in your arms and flew, franticly trying to find him. You spotted him, picking up a child and running as the cracking ground grew ever closer. You flew back to help your father, to offer to carry the child as you were faster and could ensure the kid was safe.

The ground split open beneath your father, he gripped the burning hot ground with one hand, the child now in tears and sobbing for his mother on his arm. He looked up at you and passed you the child. You took the child, helped him up and sent him running towards the others.

You had no idea how your father was remaining so calm through the entire situation, you knew you were panicking. You reached for your father's hand, desperate to save him. You were using your wings to help balance yourself as you leaned over the edge.

Your father's hand started to slip before you could reach his hand, him giving you a smile and telling you he loved you before he started to plummet. Screaming you reached out more, willing your body to support you so you could save your father, the only family you had left.

The ground rumbled angerly as it felt like time stopped. You swear you could reach your father's fingertips when the earth spit lava. You screamed in pain, heat searing your horns and wings.

You would have fallen right in if it was not for a redheaded knight of beauty pulling you back.

You were in shock, silent tears running down your face. White hot pain flashed through your system. You failed to register the Knight of Beauty telling you to run, failing to feel him shaking you, trying to snap you out of your shock.

You barely even registered being thrown over his shoulder, eyes still trained on the very crater that your father had fallen into.

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Many years had passed. The Knights of beauty had placed you on a planet out on the edge of the system, out of fear your devil like appearance would frighten others.

The planet was named Sliversteel, an indusial planet visited mostly by larger ships who needed a repair and a place to stay while people worked on the ship.

You owned a smaller shop on the poorer side of town, earning money by doing smaller repairs, working on the occasional Intellitron here and there, but mostly doing smaller repairs.

You were hunched over your desk, goggles reflecting sparks as you worked on your latest project. On your walls hung smaller inventions and other projects you were working on for yourself and others.

The lava crater in Enbar had left you disfigured. Your back was horribly burnt, and your wings having to be removed. Somehow, the Knights of beauty were able to rescue your horns. Sure they were shorter and more stubby, with several deep cracks decorating them, but you still had them.

Leaning against your desk was an obsidian colored riffle with dazzling golden accents. You managed to craft it yourself after many trial and error. Well you did not have to use it often, it was still nice to have for the occasional trouble maker. It was your pride and joy, crafted with blood, sweat, and tears.

You were working on your latest invention, working now on a delicate and light weight circuit board.

Your shop door slammed open and creaked shut, leaving a strange cyborg looking cowboy with long white and black hair. He grimaced, pushing himself against one of the walls, his left forearm sparking and smoking.

You placed your project aside and looked at the cowboy looking stranger with a raised brow. Looking quite unamused as he pointed a rather well cared for revolver at you.

"You muddle-fudger" the stranger spoke through gritted sharp shark like teeth. "I hear you can fix those forkin' Interllirons from Penacony, right?"

You nodded your head, ready to reach for your weapon if needed.

"So then you know your way around some...delicate machinery" He stood up straighter, in an attempt to look scarier.

"You want your arm fixed don't you?" You asked, eyes bored as you tilted your head.

"ain't just an arm stranger, an arm cannon. Gotta' trust you wont blow me up in the process" The Stanger holstered his gun, then fixed the hat on his head so it was straight once more.

"Understood, no blowing up the arm cannon, there goes my plans for the afternoon." You sarcastically said and got up from your seat. You pointed to your seat, before pulling out a few tools and clearing a space for the stranger's arm.

The strange cowboy snickered under his breath, before staggering over and laying his arm on the table. You fixed your overhead light, to get a better view of what you needed to get done. You put on a fingerless glove filled with smaller pockets. You opened a drawer, pulling out little tools and placing them, in the little pockets. You adjusted your large mounted magnifying glass over the sparking arm.

Pulling on your goggles, you got on your knees and got to work, the cowboy stranger watching on, distrust in his eyes.

"You have to relax your hand if you want me to be accurate" You deadpanned to the stranger, opening up his arm and taking apart his arm cannon piece by piece.

The stranger mumbled a string of curses under his breath as he relaxed his hand, this time his eyes traveling to your horns and no doubt your rich skin tone.

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Time flew by, you were placing the last bits together after a repair and a through cleaning. You were putting your tools away as the stranger flipped his arm cannon open and shut a few times. Glancing at the clock and then back at the stranger, you shooed him out of your seat and plopped down on it.

"Shop's closed stranger, gonna need some payment before you leave. Credits will do." You crossed your arms, your goggles resting on your head, just before your horns.

The stranger's eyes shifted before he looked at you.

"I ain't exactly got credits on me at the moment." He looked back at his arm. You were unable to read his gaze.

"Any sort of money?"

"Do I look like the sort of fellow to carry around cash?" He asked with a smirk. You sighed and pinched your nose.

"So I worked six hours on your arm...for nothing?" You got up from your chair.

"Well I ain't say for nothin, do I look like the kind of muddle-fudger to just run off without paying my debts?" He crossed his arms.

"To be frank, yes" You did not even look at him as you walked over to the corner of your desk, reaching down for your rifle.

"Are you forkin' with me? I ain't no shirt-bag!" The stranger sneered.

"Well you ain't payin cowboy" You picked up your riffle.

"Who said I ain't payin. I'll even give you my name so I can come back with payment." He all but too proudly said. You rolled your eyes and opened a drawer, picking up a handful of bullets and loading the side gate with one bullet at a time. "Name's Boothill, mechanic, and mark my words I will return with payment." He tipped his hat and flashed a snarky grin.

"Y/n, and there will be interest." You slid back the lever action on your riffle, loading one into the chamber.

Boothill smirked, "If it's a fire fight you want, it's a fire fight you'll get." He reached for his own revolver, his eyes scanning the shop for any entries or exits. His eyes spotted a cowboy hat, sitting on a shelf, he lowered his hand.

"You got a draw like me, you from Aeragan-Epharshel?"

"Never heard of that place, Enbar." You nodded at him. "Now out, I got a shop to close."

Boothill smirked and tipped his hat. He took his leave, but not without placing something of interest on your desk.

You sighed and plopped onto your chair. Glad the encounter was over. You looked at what the cyborg cowboy dropped off on your desk, you raised a brow. A small crystal you knew could be used an an energy source. Prehaps this Boothill could be of use to you, if you were sure it was one time thing.

Oh how wrong you would be.

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enjoy pt 1!

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[itsbubbleteataro]

Happy Holidays!

I have some Christmas specials on deck for y’all! Enjoy!

{Inuyasha: Koga x reader}

warnings; Miruko, slight blood

“Inuyasha! Hey! Everyone!” Kagome waved as she ran up to the group by the well. “Hey Inuyasha! I need a huge favor from you!” Kagome clapped her hands together as Inuyasha scratched the back of his head. “I need you to find Koga and Y/n!”

“And why would i help you find the mutt?” Asked Inuyasha as he crossed his arms.

“Because Christmas is soon Inuyasha! I have gifts for them!”

“Y/n I understand giving a gift to because she’s a human like you, but Koga?” He scoffed.

“Well Koga has done god in caring for Y/n! Don’t you think he deserves at least a title gift” Kagome pleated. Inuyasha opened one eye, looked at Kagome and sighed as Shippo jumped on his shoulder.

“Alright fine, go get Miroku and Songo, then we can go find Koga” Kagome smiled and ran off towards the village as Shippo snickered before being thrown into a pile of snow.

A few days had passed and the group had found their way to the mountains where Koga’s tribe lived. Scaling the snowy mountains they reached the entrance of the cave where y/n spotted them and waved.

“Kagome! Songo! Shippo! Inuyasha! Miruko! Hello!” You smiled and waved as they approached the mouth of the den. You had a few extra furs draped over your shoulders to keep you warm.

“Hey y/n! Merry Christmas!”

“Christmas….?” You pondered. “What pray tell is Christmas?”

“Oh I suppose it hasn’t come to Japan yet huh” Kagome placed her hand on her cheek, tucking her other arm under her elbow. “Um, like this big holiday where people gather with family and friends, have good food sometimes exchange gifts, but overall, its abt spending time with your loved ones! At least that’s the way I see it.” Explained Kagome with a large smile on her face.

“So, you came all the way up the mountain to celebrate this Christmas with Koga, the pack and I?” You asked. Kagome nodded her head. “Oh Kagome! That’s so sweet of you!” You got up on your feet and limped over as Koga kept a close eye on you from inside. You were still healing from the fight with Kagura after all. “If I would have known I would have asked Koga to get some things for me so I could cook a proper feast for us”

“Oh don’t worry about the food y/n, it’s a special time, so I brought some food for my time that everyone here really seems to enjoy!" Kagome's eyes sparkled with glee. You nodded as you began to lead the group inside.

You sat on a cozy fur by a fire Hakkaku and Ginta had built and found a cooking pot fir you to use as well as a few other things. By found Hakkaku and Ginta mean stole, raiding a house by the base of the mountain for the cooking supplies unknown to you.

You started to boil some water, watching as everyone else sat around the fire. Humming to herself Kagome started to pull things out of her giant yellow backpack. She set big bags of potato chips and bowls of various instant ramen down as well as a few bags of dog treats.

Serving tea as everyone settled in, Inuyasha sat close to Kagome, keeping a watchful eye on Koga, Miruko sat next to Songo, who alerted everyone to Miruko's less than favorable tendencies from an echoing slap from Songo, who's face was red with blush. Koga sat closer to you, his eyes going from Inuyasha to Kagome, to your leg which no longer needed bandages, but still had a nasty scar, out to the entrance of the cave that started to snow again, and then back to the tea.

The usually chatty wolf demon was silent for once, his mind turned to Kagome and then you, then to the holiday Kagome called "Christmas", something he wasn't familiar with. Sure he wanted to tell Kagome to leave the mangy mutt of Inuyasha and be with him instead, yet on the other hand, he seemed just happy with you by his side.

Koga watched as Shippo curled up in Kagome's lap seeking warmth, and Inuyasha slap his cheek, causing a certain cowardly flee demon to float comically down into his hand before puffing back up.

"Myōga the flee, glad to see you're here" deadpanned Inuyasha. "Supose were in the clear for any sorts of danger" He verbally jabbed at the flee.

"Oh Master Inuyasha! Now is not the time for such things, it's Christmas after all!" Chirped Myōga.

"Did you even hear what Kagome said this Chri.....mas"

"Christmas" corrected Kagome gently

"Whatever! this chri-tmas is even about?" Puffed Inuyasha

"Inuyasha, quit being so hard on him! It is a time for joy!" Chastised Kagome as you handed out bowls of tea for the group to enjoy.

"Thank you Kagome, the voice of reason as always" Sighed Myōga, causing Songo, Miruko and you to give him a side eye. You have heard stories of Kagome's quick temper from Songo. Miruko and Shippo, and thus were quick to doubt Myōga's words. "Now I heard something about gifts?" questioned Myōga. "Could I have some of that sweet sweet-" Myōga was cut off by Inuyasha squishing him between his claws, and letting him fall to the cold cave floor.

Feeling sorry for the flee, you got up and limped to where your little stash of belongings was, once again Koga keeping a close eye on you the entire time, making sure you did not strain yourself. You limped back, carrying a small shell you had found along the river bank one warm day. Sitting back down you reached over to Koga's clawed hand.

Gently setting the shell on one of the flatter parts of the cave, you used Koga's claw to poke your finger, much to his not so well hidden horror. Leaning over the shell you squeezed your finger till the small shell filled with blood. Kagome gasped, seeing your bleeding finger and profusely tried to hand you a bandage.

"Oh come on y/n take it!' Pleated Kagome, holding out a band aid in your favorite color.

"Kagome I'll be okay! It is just a poke!" You waved her off as you placed the shell in front of Myōga, who thanked you before eagerly sipping up the shell full of blood.

Kagome looked worried, unlike the others who knew it would be okay.

"Oh just take the bandage y/n" chimed in Koga finally, causing you to look at him with a raised brow, confused. "You know humans are weak compared to us demons, I mean you fell sick the first week of winter." Koga said, reaching over and taking the bandage from Kagome. "Here let me see"

Gently picking up your hand in his, he located where you had pricked yourself on his claws. He squeezed it a little, letting out a small sigh seeing that the bleeding had mostly stopped. He started to wrap your finger gently, much to the protest of Myōga who insisted on making sure the bleeding had stopped himself, despite his bloated body, full from a good meal.

You smiled up at Koga and thanked him, turning back to the group. Kagome looked oddly pleased picked up one of the brightly colored bags and opened it. She reached inside and fished out a cookie that looked like a bone and handed it to Koga. Koga took it, looked at it strangely and then sniffed it.

"Liver? Kagome I thought you didn't like liver?" Questioned Koga. "and why is it in this strange shape? It looks like a bone" He tilted his head, reminding you of a puppy who would tilt their head upon sniffing or finding something new.

"Koga its for you! Try it!" Kagome pleated. "If you and your pack like it, it's one less thing for me to haul around" She stated as she handed the same cookie to Inuyasha, Hakkaku and Ginta, and broke one in half for Shippo.

Ginta watched as Inuyasha and Shippo ate theirs, before taking a bite of his own. His eyes lit up sparkling. Hakkaku watched, before taking a bite of his own and having a very similar reaction.

"Boss!" Smiled Ginta. "Try it! It's good!"

With a small sigh and a questioned look on his face, he took a small bite, before shoving it in his mouth and asking for more.

Soon enough food was ready and distributed amongst the group, Myōga and Shippo had fallen asleep after a nice full meal. Shippo slept with some of the younger wolf demons, who were born that spring, all wrapped in furs together. Kagome left a small wrapped box next to Shippo and one similarly wrapped next to Myōga.

She handed Songo and Miruko one. To Songo she gave a mixtures from her time used by hunters to polish bones, adding in she hopes it works for demon bones. To Miruko she gave a good luck charm from her family's shrine, as he seemed to have bad luck with woman due to his, well, tendencies. To Inuyasha she gave some sword polish to him, and a bag of potato chips, as he seemed to really like thoes. To Ginta and Hakkaku she both got them a smaller bag of dog treats, glad to see they both enjoyed them.

To Koga she gave some medical suplies, and some dried meats. To you she gave some teas from her time, as well as a few items you could use to care for your self.

After the gifts were given and the sun set, everyone had curled up and fallen asleep. Ginta and Hakkaku were sleeping in a pile under some furs together. Songo and Miruko were curled up together unknowingly. Inuyasha sat next to Kagome, sharing a fur as Kagome slept in her sleeping bag.

You were still awake, your mind filed with joy and wonder at the little cerebration you all just shared. A small smile stayed on your face as you watched the fire start to slowly die down. Lost in the gaze of the fire, you did not notice a certain wolf demon wrap an extra layer of furs around your shoulder, accompanied by him pulling you closer, so your head rest on his shoulder.

You looked up at Koga, giving him a small smile. He wasn't looking at you, instead watching the fire dance along the embers and coals. You was not sure if it was the lighting or not, but you swear you could see his cheeks having a little more pink than usual. You opened you mouth to speak, but he cut you off.

"Well what you did for that stupid flee was nice and all, I'd rather you not do that again." He started, you looked up at him with surprise. "You humans are fragile after all, I mean you almost died because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." He continued. "You just stared walking again on your own recently. When you got sick at the start of winter Hakkaku and Ginta were worried." Koga again looked away, this time out to the snow falling outside by the entrance of the cave. You had a feeling he was hiding something, but were just glad Koga was opening up to you and thus decided not to press him any further for answers.

Koga's eyes looked distant, like he wanted to add more but wasn't sure what to say. "You were panting like, well, a dog without water in the middle of summer. I don't mean a demon dog, I mean the kind of mutts you would see running around a human village." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "You really scared Ginta and Hakkaku. So, well" he scratched the back of his head, before pulling you closer again. "Just don't put yourself in harms way again, and if that flee asks for your blood again, don't indulge the pest." He closed his eyes as you settled against him, nodding your head.

The heat from Koga expressing his feelings, the low lighting of the fire, the several furs that lay over you and Koga's body heat was beginning to lull you to sleep. Noticing this, Koga kept quiet, watching with rosy cheeks as you fell asleep against him.