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Alastor hummed to himself as he turned his radio station on, ready to make a broadcast. To think, the Princess is such a goofball thinking she can redeem Sinners! Haha! Very very funny, but impossible. A great way to have Alastor entertained.
So color the tall Sinner surprised when his broadcast was cut short.
Surprised and a little aggravated. He began looking for the culprit… anger clear as he expected it to be Hellrats; but what he found instead made his entire world stop.
Underneath his console, there wa s fluffy little deer sinner. One that looked identical to him, save for a few features. He was smaller, softer, and had rounder, less angular features. He was sucking on his thumb quietly and he seemed scared, cradling what seemed to be a blanket in his arms.
Alastor knew right then and there that this baby wasn't exactly a baby, but certainly still needed a caregiver! He must've gotten to his dimension by mistake. Poor thing.
Alastor bent down and scooped the baby up, and it began to wail until he gently bounced the slightly shorter deer. Once the Sinner settled, Alastor smiled warmly.
“Now then sport! Would you tell me what happened? Who are you? I am Alastor, the Radio Demon, but for ease of access, you may call me Al!” the taller deer demon gently rocked the smaller one.
“...my name… my is Alastor. s'il te plaît... I’m Alastor.” The little fawn said.
Al nodded. “Very well! For now, you'll be my little friend until I figure this out. You, little one, may call me Al! Or Papa! Hahaha, ha!”
“My…my never had a nice Papa. My had mean bio dad.” The little fawn’s ears lowered.
Al smiled gently. “Well, you have me now! Let's head to Rosie!” He plucked the smaller deer demon up and Alastor began to wriggle.
“Nuh! Not public!”
“Oh little one, you should know I'm not that foolish! We shall travel through the shadows, alright? Come now, I'm not crazy! Well.. most days, dearest!” They melted into the shadows as Al spoke and laughed softly.
What was she-
“What am I looking at, pet?”
“This little fellow is Alastor! He is from a different dimension and is quite confused. Isn't he adorable, darling? Can we keep him? Look at his cute little chubby fawn cheeks.”
Rosie sighed as she looked at her partner. “Pet, I know you've always wanted a child, but there are so many lovely cannibal ones out there that we could raise! Certainly not an alternate version of yourself- oh! Careful little one.”
Rosie caught Alstor as he stumbled a bit, and then he ran forward and planted his face into her, nuzzling her. Rosie's resolve cracked in a matter of seconds. “Let's get you some comfy jammies, how about some dinner and some juice? I can add a bit of blood to it for you. You're an Age Regressor aren't you? My what a handsome little boy you are..”
Rosie trailed off as she picked the deer up effortlessly, and Al smiled smugly. “I knew you'd like him, Rosie darling!”
“I must say Al, he is definitely precious. I intend to keep him!”
Al smiled as he watched her run him a hot bubble bath. “He should be fine to bathe on his own dear.”
“Yes yes I know! But I'll still run him a bath. His shadow can make sure he's alright while I use my magic to make him some cute pajamas.” Rosie smiled as she set Alastor down in the bathroom. He scrunched his nose at the bath water.
“You don't want to smell like the Rougarou, now do you, little fellow?” Al leaned over the smaller deer demon.
Alastor shook his head. “Nuh! My always smell handsome.”
“Well my good man, you certainly will not smell handsome if you don't take the nice bath Rosie has prepared for you.”
“Oh, my take bath for Maman. désolé, Maman!”
Rosie and Al watched the deer shut the bathroom door.
“...he called me Maman..”
“Don't make a big fuss over it. It'll scare him off. He's been calling me Papa.”
Rosie looked so ecstatic with what the little deer was calling her, happily using her magic to create him some jammies. It was an alligator footies outfit, completely with a tail and a hood with the alligator mouth.
Rosie waited for the little one to be ready to get dressed, she had placed some underwear for him on the counter in the bathroom.
When he slowly peeked his head out, he pointed to Al. “Help. Pease.”
Al took the footie pajamas from Rosie. “Excuse me, darling. Let me get our little one dressed.”
Rosie nodded and stepped away, back to the kitchen to finish cooking the dinner she had made. Al stepped into the bathroom and helped Alastor put the pajamas on.
“Has your shadow been a menace? Is that why you wanted help?”
“Oui.” The answer was short and soft, and Alastor rubbed his eyes as Al picked him up. The taller Radio Demon had a fond look on his face.
“You seem quite sleepy, little buck.”
“....oui…”
“Perhaps you should get some rest then.” Al began to gently pat the deer's back, his ears perking up as Alastor wrapped his arms around his neck and nestled into him.
Rosie peeked out to look at them, smiling gently as she saw her partner approach. “Fatherhood looks good on you, Pet.”
“So I've been told.” Al took a seat at the table, his coat being laid over Alastor to keep him warm while he slept in his counterpart's arms.
“Do you think he prefers shaped dumplings?”
“I would do alligators and ducks. It's clear those are his favorite.” Al said, taking a sip of Rosie's tea.
Rosie huffed. “Pet, I told you to stop stealing my tea!”
“You and I do tend to swap saliva occasionally, does it really matter that I drink from your cup?” Al raised a brow, gazing at the woman who owned his soul.
“...fu-”
“Not while there's young ears here, Rosie darling! We must make a good impression.” Al's eyes gleaned with mischief as Rosie sighed and stirred the pot of food. He was right, whether or not she liked it.
Her gaze slowly turned back to her life- er… death partner, watching him gently pat the little deer's back. He had a fond and kind gaze on his face, relaxed more than she'd ever seen in many years. He was…
He was happy.
She could see how incredibly happy he was.
How he looked so relaxed in the role of-
“Merci, Papa.. je t'aime..”
The small tired words carried weight in the room.
They were heavy as Rosie and Al were silent.
Alastor had said 'i love you'.
This wasn't regular love.
This was a form of self-love.
Rosie could see the tears forming in Al's gaze as he cleared his throat, holding Alastor tighter and hugging him.
“...Je t'aime, faon.”