The group settled into the living room, the earlier chaos of the night slowly fading as they embraced a sense of normalcy. Niffty was still clinging to Vox, her earlier fears dissipating in the warmth of his comforting presence. Alastor, ever the entertainer, quickly grabbed the remote and navigated to the streaming service.

"Since Halloween is just around the corner, how about we watch *The Nightmare Before Christmas*?" he suggested, a playful grin on his face.

"Yes! I love that movie!" Niffty exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

As the opening credits rolled, Vox adjusted himself on the couch, Alastor comfortably leaning his head on Vox's shoulder. Niffty wiggled her way onto Alastor's lap, settling in snugly as she grabbed a handful of popcorn and some sweets. The cozy atmosphere enveloped them, and the flickering light from the screen danced across their faces.

"Make sure to share those sweets, Niffty," Vox teased, nudging her playfully.

"Only if you share the popcorn!" she shot back, giggling as she popped a piece into her mouth.

Alastor chuckled, joining in on the banter as they all settled in to enjoy the film. As the familiar songs played and the whimsical animation filled the room, the tension from earlier melted away, replaced by the comfort of being together.

Vox wrapped an arm around Alastor and Niffty, pulling them close as the story unfolded. With each scene, laughter erupted from the trio, creating a warm bubble of joy that felt like a much-needed reprieve from the events of the night. For now, they were just a family enjoying a movie together, and that was more than enough.

As the credits rolled, Vox turned to check on Alastor and burst into laughter at the sight before him. Alastor had fallen fast asleep, his head tilted slightly, and Niffty was sitting on his lap, completely engrossed in a new art project—using colorful markers to doodle all over Alastor's face.

Vox couldn't help but admire the focused expression on Niffty's face as she colored in Alastor's cheeks, creating what looked like a masterpiece of squiggles and stars. It was a strange contrast to the hyperactive sugar high she must've been riding from the sweets.

"Niffty!" Vox called out, trying to sound stern but unable to suppress the grin spreading across his face. He gently scooped her off Alastor's lap, taking the markers away from her tiny hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

She pouted for a moment but then looked up at Vox with her big, innocent eye. "But he looks like a blank canvas! I was just giving him some color!"

"Yeah, but not like this!" Vox chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "We don't want Alastor waking up looking like a walking art project."

Just then, Angel Dust strolled into the room, having been on the balcony enjoying a smoke. He raised an eyebrow at the scene, an amused grin spreading across his face. "Well, this is gold! You two are hilarious!"

"Help me out here, Angel. Can you believe she's drawing all over him?" Vox said, trying to sound exasperated but failing miserably.

Angel whipped out his phone. "I need to document this for the internet," he declared, snapping a barrage of photos. "The legendary Alastor, caught in a vulnerable moment!" He took a few more shots, adjusting angles to capture the full effect of Alastor's colorful face.

Niffty giggled, thoroughly enjoying the attention. "Look! I made him pretty!" she proclaimed, proud of her handiwork.

Finally, after a good laugh, Vox gently shook Alastor's shoulder, trying to wake him up. "Hey, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine!"

Alastor stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, then squinted at the bright light. "What in the—" he began, but his voice trailed off as he caught sight of Vox, Niffty, and Angel all staring at him, the latter holding his phone out to capture the moment.

"What did you do to me?" Alastor asked incredulously, his eyes widening as he took in the colorful mess adorning his face.

"Niffty was just adding some personality!" Vox replied with a chuckle, unable to contain his laughter.

"Oh, you two are going to pay for this," Alastor said, his expression shifting from confusion to a playful glare.

The room erupted in laughter again, and even Alastor couldn't help but join in, a smile breaking through the colorful chaos on his face.

As the laughter began to die down, Vox and Alastor exchanged glances, both knowing it was time to tuck Niffty in for the night. "Alright, Niffty, time for bed," Vox said, gently lifting her off his lap.

"But I don't want to sleep alone!" she protested, her big eye widening with that classic pout that was hard to resist.

"Can I sleep with you guys?" Niffty asked, bouncing slightly in excitement.

Vox looked at Alastor, who raised an eyebrow but shrugged with a playful grin. "Why not? Just as long as you either sleep or keep yourself entertained while we shower," Vox said, handing her his Voxpad. "You can watch cartoons on this, okay?"

"Okay!" Niffty cheered, taking the Voxpad with glee.

Vox and Alastor led her to their room, where she quickly hopped onto the bed, snuggling under the covers with a satisfied sigh. As she settled in, Vox and Alastor exchanged another glance, a silent agreement passing between them.

"Just be quiet and let us know if you need anything, alright?" Vox said, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"Promise!" Niffty replied, her attention already fixed on the Voxpad as she began scrolling through her favorite shows.

With Niffty entertained, Vox and Alastor slipped into the ensuite bathroom. The sound of the shower started, steam filling the small space as they stepped under the warm spray. Vox sighed contentedly, letting the water wash over him. Alastor stood beside him, letting his eyes wander over Vox's familiar form, but the tension in the air was palpable.

"I still can't believe Valentino is gone," Vox said, leaning against the cool tiles, letting the warmth of the water soothe his muscles. "It feels... surreal."

"I know what you mean," Alastor replied, running a hand through his damp hair. "It's like we've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I suppose we should be glad that it's finally over."

Vox nodded, biting his lip thoughtfully. "I just keep thinking about everything that happened. How he treated you... how he tried to come after me."

Alastor turned to Vox, his expression serious. "I know. But you don't have to worry about that anymore. He can't hurt us—any of us—ever again."

Vox stepped closer, their bodies almost brushing against one another in the shower. "I'm just glad you're safe. I didn't want to lose you again, Alastor. Not after everything."

Alastor reached out, taking Vox's hand in his, their fingers interlacing. "You won't lose me, Vox. I promise." His voice was low and steady, the conviction in it soothing Vox's lingering fears.

For a moment, they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, the chaos of the night fading into the background as they found solace in their connection. But soon enough, the reality of the situation pulled them back.

"Let's hurry up and finish showering," Alastor said, breaking the tension with a small, teasing smile. "We still have to deal with Niffty's antics tonight."

Vox chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Right. Can't let her have too much fun without us keeping an eye on her!"

They resumed their shower, sharing playful banter as they washed off the remnants of the evening's events. Though the shadows of Valentino's threat still loomed, the warmth of their bond provided a comforting light against the darkness.

As the warm water cascaded over them, Vox couldn't help but sneak a few teasing glances at Alastor. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be a terrifying radio demon, you've got some pretty... delicate skin," he said, smirking as he watched Alastor reach for a bottle of face wash.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "You say that like it's a bad thing. I like to keep my skin looking flawless. You never know when someone might want to run their hands over it."

"Oh please, I'm sure it's just for when you're trying to charm someone into bed," Vox shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically. "It's very 'girly' of you."

Alastor's eyes sparkled with mischief as he squirted a dollop of cleanser into his palm. "Girly? Is that what you call someone who takes pride in their appearance? I'd say it's quite masculine, actually. It shows I care about how I present myself." He began to work the cleanser into his skin with deft, circular motions.

"Right, because nothing screams 'masculine' like a skincare routine," Vox teased, unable to hide his grin. "What's next? A bubble bath and some candles?"

"Maybe," Alastor replied with mock seriousness. "If you're lucky, I'll invite you to join me. Just imagine the romantic ambiance." He shot Vox a cheeky grin.

Vox burst into laughter, shaking his head. "Yeah, I think I'd rather stick to our usual 'bedroom fun' than a bubble bath. I'm not sure I could take you seriously in a bathrobe."

Alastor leaned closer, eyes glinting with playful challenge. "Why not? You know you'd enjoy it. Just picture it: me, looking dashing in my robe, surrounded by candles and rose petals, while you sit there, blushing."

"Blushing? I'd be dying of laughter!" Vox shot back, trying to suppress a chuckle. "But I wouldn't mind you in a robe... as long as there's no skincare involved."

"Too bad! Skincare is essential for keeping this handsome face looking its best," Alastor declared, puffing out his chest with mock pride before turning back to his routine, now applying a toner.

"Next thing I know, you'll be putting on some moisturizer and asking me to give you a facial," Vox quipped, shaking his head in disbelief. "I just can't picture you lathering up with all this girly stuff."

Alastor chuckled, tossing Vox a sidelong glance. "Well, if you think I'm 'girly,' just wait until you see what I can do with a face mask. I could make you look fabulous."

"Oh, I'm sure," Vox replied, grinning as he stepped closer to Alastor, the steam swirling around them. "But I think I'll stick to the rugged look. I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation as a tough guy."

Alastor looked at Vox with a mixture of amusement and admiration, then raised his brow suggestively. "Oh, I think you could pull off the 'girly' look quite well. Just imagine: cute pajamas, a face mask, and maybe some matching socks. You'd be irresistible."

"Please," Vox laughed, pretending to be deeply offended. "I'm not wearing matching socks! I'm too cool for that."

"But think of the impression you'd leave," Alastor continued, his tone teasing. "You'd walk in like a fashion icon, and I'd just be there, the proud partner supporting your fabulousness."

Vox rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. "You just want an excuse to put me in a dress."

"Guilty as charged," Alastor replied, grinning as he finished his skincare routine. "But can you blame me? You'd look stunning."

"Alright, alright, just don't expect me to walk around in a dress anytime soon," Vox said, playfully nudging Alastor with his shoulder as he stepped back, allowing the water to rinse away the remnants of their laughter.

Alastor laughed, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. "I'll take what I can get, Vox. But just remember, I'm still the one with the skincare routine and the good looks."

"Fine, Mr. Skincare," Vox replied, shaking his head with a chuckle as he grabbed a towel for himself. "But I still think I'm the one with the 'rugged' charm."

Alastor shrugged, a playful glint in his eye as they both dried off. "Rugged charm is overrated. Just wait until I finish this routine, and you'll see who the real catch is."

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get back to Niffty before she tears the room apart," Vox said, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his smile.

As they stepped out of the bathroom, the warmth of their playful banter lingered, a reminder of the connection that kept them strong despite the chaos surrounding them.

Once they were both dry, Alastor reached for a sleek bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter, squirted a generous amount into his palm, and began to work it into his skin with practiced ease.

Vox turned to him, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god, are you actually putting moisturizer on?! I was joking!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his laughter.

Alastor glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips as he rubbed the cream into his cheeks and forehead. "And why shouldn't I? It's essential for keeping my skin looking as flawless as ever," he replied, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

"You're unbelievable!" Vox laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I thought you were just playing along!"

"Why would I joke about skincare? It's an important part of my routine," Alastor said, pretending to be affronted as he finished applying the moisturizer. He rubbed the remaining product into his hands before giving them a little flourish, as if presenting a grand reveal.

"Sure, if you say so, Mr. Beauty Guru," Vox teased, stepping out of the bathroom, Alastor following closely behind.

"I'll have you know that this 'beauty guru' knows a thing or two about looking good," Alastor retorted, grinning as he flicked some imaginary dust off his shoulder.

"Right, because looking good is what gets you through Hell," Vox said, rolling his eyes playfully. "But hey, if it works for you, keep doing your thing."

Alastor feigned a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you implying that my looks don't strike fear in the hearts of demons?"

"Exactly," Vox said, a wide grin on his face. "But who needs fear when you've got moisturized skin?"

Alastor chuckled as they made their way back to their bedroom. "You're just jealous of my radiant glow. Admit it!"

"Jealous? Please! I'd rather keep my 'rugged charm' than look like I just stepped out of a skincare commercial," Vox shot back, a playful glint in his eye.

Alastor feigned a look of despair. "And here I thought you'd appreciate the effort I put in to look this good for you."

Vox stopped at the door, turning to face Alastor with a smirk. "I do appreciate it! Just don't be surprised if I catch you in a bathrobe next."

"Only if you join me, darling," Alastor winked, stepping past him and into the room, ready to continue their playful banter as they settled back into their cozy lives together.

Once they were both settled into bed, the atmosphere shifted to a cozy warmth, perfect for winding down. Vox propped himself against the pillows, a smile spreading across his face as Alastor snuggled close, their bodies fitting together comfortably. Niffty nestled between them, her small form a reassuring presence, as they all prepared for a casual evening of **Bob's Burgers**.

The familiar theme song began to play, and the three of them laughed at the antics of the Belcher family. Vox felt a wave of contentment wash over him, happy to have Alastor and Niffty by his side, sharing these simple yet precious moments.

A few moments later, Niffty suddenly perked up, pulling away slightly as she held Vox's Voxpad with an excited glint in her eye. "Look what I found, Vox! What is this?" She turned the screen towards him, her enthusiasm evident.

Vox glanced at the screen, his eyes widening as he registered what was displayed. "No, no, no!" he exclaimed, snatching the Voxpad from her hands. "It's nothing, Niffty! Just—just forget you saw that!"

Alastor, intrigued, leaned over to peek at the screen and quickly realized what Vox was trying to hide. A smirk spread across his face, and he let out a laugh. "Well, well, looks like someone's been taking some... revealing photos."

"Thanks, genius," Vox grumbled, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "It's not what it looks like!"

"Oh really?" Alastor teased, his curiosity piqued as he reached for the Voxpad, swiping through the photos. "Then what exactly is it?"

Vox rolled his eyes, half-annoyed and half-amused as he watched Alastor scroll. "Valentino coaxed me into doing a special photo shoot for his birthday," he explained, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "It was supposed to be a joke, but... apparently I forgot to delete the evidence."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, glancing up at Vox with a mix of surprise and admiration. "I mean... they're actually kinda sexy," he admitted, his tone teasing but genuine. "You should really consider modeling or something. Just, maybe don't share those with anyone else."

Vox groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Can we please just focus on the episode?"

Niffty giggled, clearly enjoying the banter. "But I wanna see more! Are there any of Alastor?"

"Absolutely not!" Vox shot back, but Alastor just chuckled, leaning in closer to Vox.

"Don't worry, love. Your secret is safe with me," Alastor said, wrapping an arm around Vox's shoulders as they all returned their attention to the TV.

Vox felt a rush of warmth at the comforting gesture, grateful for the easy affection between them. As the episode played on, he couldn't help but steal glances at Alastor, his heart swelling with fondness. This was the life he wanted, filled with laughter, love, and moments of connection, no matter how silly or awkward they might be.

As the episode came to an end, the room settled into a peaceful quiet. Niffty yawned, rubbing her eyes as she snuggled closer to Vox. Alastor, sensing the atmosphere shifting, turned to Vox with a soft smile. "Ready for bed?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

"Yeah, I think we should call it a night," Vox replied, glancing down at Niffty, who was already beginning to drift off.

Before they settled down, Alastor leaned in, capturing Vox's lips in a gentle kiss. Vox melted into the touch, feeling the warmth spread through him as he deepened the kiss. It was tender, filled with unspoken affection and love. When they finally pulled apart, both of them smiled, knowing the bond they shared had only grown stronger.

"Okay, sleepyhead," Vox said, turning to Niffty. "Let's get you tucked in."

With that, they all rearranged themselves in the bed. Niffty nestled against Vox's left side, while Alastor curled up on his right. Vox's heart swelled with love as he felt both of them pressing against him, their presence comforting and secure.

Vox gently rubbed their backs, a soothing motion that seemed to lull both Alastor and Niffty into a deeper state of relaxation. He watched as their eyelids grew heavy, the tension of the night finally slipping away. Alastor's ear twitched as he nestled into Vox's chest, a soft sigh escaping his lips, while Niffty's breathing became soft and rhythmic.

In that moment, Vox felt a profound sense of happiness and contentment wash over him. He was surrounded by those he cared for most, their trust and love palpable in the stillness of the night. As he continued to stroke their backs, a sense of peace settled over him, and soon enough, he too felt himself drifting off, the gentle rise and fall of their bodies anchoring him into a serene slumber.