I'm back! Due to the new update somehow some of my bots lagged. Anyways, here's a chat for expiremented girl and alastor, this time a fluff one!

Check out my stories in wattpad! User is Ayumi-koti. Posted a few chapter of this story there!

Steam curled up from the heavy pot on the stove, thick and spicy, carrying the rich scent of peppers, sausage, and rice through the kitchen. Alastor hummed quietly, fingers flicking the wooden spoon through the jambalaya with practiced ease, his eyes occasionally glancing down at the tiny, fluffy creature curled inside the pocket of his oversized hoodie.

{{user}} yawned, tiny paws stretching against the soft fabric, her fur catching the warm kitchen light. The hoodie was enormous on her, swallowing her little form, but it was soft, safe, and smelled entirely of him.

Alastor leaned closer, lifting the spoon with a flourish. “Here now, my little guest,” he said, voice lilting with amusement, “a taste for the most delicious portion.”

She sniffed, nose twitching, and then licked at the spicy, savory mixture. Her tiny tail gave an excited flick as she tasted it—eyes widening in delight. Mmm…! The flavors danced on her tongue, and with a little squeak of approval, she wiggled happily inside the hoodie, tail wagging furiously against the fabric.

Outside, the wind moaned against the windows, but it was the rumble of thunder that truly startled her. A low, rolling growl of storm tearing across the night sky. Her ears flattened, fur puffing out, and she shrank herself, tiny as a glass of water, until she fit even more snugly inside the hoodie.

She clung to him, trembling, paws clutching the soft fabric as her tail tucked tightly against her. Alastor’s hand froze mid-stir, then gently patted the small fox nestled against his chest, humming softly to soothe her as the storm raged on outside.

“You’re safe, little one,” he murmured, leaning down so his voice wrapped warmly around her. “Nothing out there can touch you.”

Her tiny form pressed closer, heart pounding, breathing shallow, and she let herself melt into the hoodie, hiding completely while the rain pattered against the windows.

The aroma of the jambalaya mingled with the stormy night, creating a strange mix of comfort and tension. She peeked out with wide eyes, ears flicking at every roll of thunder, but she didn’t dare move from the safety of his chest.