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[alastorss]

alastorss? i haven't heard that name in years...

[alastorss]

good evening, lovelies ! i’m making this post to let you all know that i started a gofundme fundraiser for my mum who’s in a really bad spot right now and could use all the help she can get. please don’t feel forced to donate and put yourselves first before anything, reblogs are also great appreciated !

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ur theme is so slay !!!

FANKSSS YOURS TOOO 🫶

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girl your themes ALWAYS eat mhm mhm

HAHAHA thank you 🙂‍↕️💗

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𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

20s / any pronouns / the thorn in alastor's side ♡︎

𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

resources for palestine

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requests are open! feel free to send your thoughts

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• DNI with me if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, RCTA, or anything of the sort

• this may seem like a strange ask but pleaaassee please please do not recommend me or my works on tiktok 🙏

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unfortunately not!! and i try and keep the appearance of the reader as ambiguous as possible so that everyone has a chance to read! that means i don't describe skin colour, hair colour or texture, eye colour, body type, etc. or descriptions like "their face turned red". and i additionally try to avoid using any pronouns at all, only "you/your/yours" etc. i will occasionally use they/them though if necessary to keep it gender neutral

why haven't you written my request?

i'm a deadly combination of extremely slow writing, easy writer's block, and full-time school. i do my best to respond to most of the things in my inbox, but it may take me a while. otherwise, i might not be able to think of anything to write for a specific request so it will sit for a long time. please be patient and don't spam my inbox with the same request 🫶

do you only write for alastor?

nope, alastor is just the character i am most familiar with and comfortable writing. if you'd like to see any other characters, i'd be willing to give it a try

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i don't actively seek out mutuals, rather my moots are just people i naturally became friends with through interactions/mentions :) they are incredibly nice people who post yummy content that i like to see on my dash

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[alastorss]

a/n: crack fluff ! and alastor being a cranky asshole when he wakes up

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"...Al. Al! Alastor!"

Alastor jolts awake at your fit, hand still pressed to his shoulder where you were firmly shaking him.

"What... What is it?" He asks, groggy from sleep.

"I have to pee," you hiss, looking more concerned about it than you ever should. He simply stares at you, unimpressed by your proclamation.

He was never one to fall asleep easily in the first place. As such, he's an uncharacteristically grumpy riser.

"Do you need me to hold your hand for you, darling? Go to the bathroom yourself," he grumbles, rolling over so he can try to go back to bed. You leap at him, nearly making him yell as you shake him again.

"Yes, I do!" You whine, rocking him back and forth until he sighs like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. He sits up, blinking at you with narrowed eyes and trying to get them to adjust to the darkness of the room.

"If this is some sort of joke, I'm not understanding it."

"Come with me, please?"

"Are you five?" He quips, his rude awakening catching up to him. "It's just the bathroom. We are ten feet away from it, sweetheart."

You make an expression he's never seen before, cheeks puffed into balloons and eyes full of determination. "Please?" You ask so sweetly that he just barely caves.

Sighing again, louder this time, he gathers your hand into his and drags you out of his side of the bed. You stay attached to his arm, clinging to him as if he'll disappear if you let up even a little bit.

"What's gotten into you?" He yawns, dragging his feet as he guides your bodies to the washroom.

"It's nothing!" You squeak, squeezing his arm a little tighter. "I would just miss you, honey."

"On the toilet?"

"Yes."

"You know how ridiculous you sound, right?"

"...Yes."

He flicks on the light and shuts the door behind him, leaning on the wall as you hurry to the toilet. He keeps eye contact as you glare back at him, evidently embarrassed by his still unimpressed expression.

"Look away, asshole!"

"You told me to come in here with you. Would you actually like me to hold your hand, too?"

"Oh my god, just turn around!"

Alastor's eye twitches but he obliges anyway, huffing as he turns to face the wall. He stares at it absently as you grumble under your breath.

"So, do you mind telling me what's really going on?"

You're silent for a second, not responding to him. Then,

"I watched a scary movie."

"What was that?"

"I... I watched a scary movie. Alone. In the dark."

Ah. Alastor would laugh if he weren't being dragged into the after effects of your little mistake. Instead, his forehead hits the wall in front of him.

"Is that all?"

You flush the toilet and he takes it as a sign to turn back around so he can gaze at you in full. This way, you can feel the entire weight of his disapproval.

"The monster in it was so scary," you mumble, eyes drilling holes into your hands as you wash them to avoid making contact with the demon behind you.

You understand the irony of your situation in that moment.

"Oh, darling. No such monster is wandering these halls."

He stalks behind you and shuts off the faucet for you, effectively caging you in between his arms.

"Besides, if a monster did want to come eat you up..."

Alastor squeezes your sides, snaking his head into the crook of your neck. In your reflections, you see the dim glow of his green stitches.

"They would have to get through me first."

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Alastor does not have a heart.

You think that most Sinners do. A form of punishment by the divine—to suffer every squeeze of pain and loneliness; to have that wretched thing in your chest just to feel human when you are far from.

Sinners deserved to have a heart more than the winners, if only to bring the ache that comes with it.

But Alastor, he has no heart.

You’ve been told that the place where he should ache and hurt the most is missing. Incinerated before he ever materialized in Hell. Lost to fire.

He was a heinous monster when alive—most think he didn’t even have one when he was human.

He didn’t know the feeling of it plummeting from your chest to the pit of your stomach, or the way it could get caught in your throat. He was a demon through and through. He would never understand what it meant to be human.

You believed it despite wanting to see the best in him.

Alastor was your friend. One of your first after manifesting in Hell. You’d like to think that he trusted you a little more than the others in his life—that you were as special to him as he was to you.

However, you could never look past the ways he took care of his shady business. How he drenched himself in blood as if it were the only cure for his everlasting boredom. You especially could not stomach the way he dismissed his other supposed “friends”.

He kept you around, but for how much longer? You would never know.

Still, you allowed yourself to be strung along by his enchanting personality. You loved him the way the moon loves the sea—yearning, wanting. But he is beaming in the sky and you are at the bottom of the ocean.

You would never know what it was like to own souls, or drink whiskey until it burned, or smile forever. The same way he would never know a heart.

That was the wall you wordlessly put up between you and him.

And he never mentioned it, never wondered why you would stand a foot away when usually you were all over your friends. You suppose that he didn’t have the same ache in his chest.

Alastor is heartless. That much, you thought you knew.

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Jealousy is a petty, ugly emotion.

To think that he even has the capacity to feel it makes Alastor’s skin crawl. He thought that he had abandoned such worthless feelings long ago.

Yet here he is, watching with envy bubbling in his stomach while you drape your arms around Angel’s neck, laughing at some horribly obscene joke he cracked. You were always like this—hands never to yourself when you wanted to show your love for others.

But for him, you were reserved—hands behind your back, standing an arms length away whenever you chatted.

At first he appreciated how hands-off you were when everyone else was usually so touchy. He never had to worry that you were going to be breathing down his neck or irritating him while he tried to read his morning paper.

Now, though, it irks him.

Not only because you and him have become quite close, sharing late night conversations and admiring the dark, red sky of Hell together on more than one occasion. That alone would have been enough to allow you the special privilege of clinging to him. But he’s also grown a soft spot for you—embarrassingly soft, and now he’s stuck pouting like an toddler not getting what he wants.

Attention. Attention that says you care about him the way you do everyone else.

Alastor knows his first course of action should not be confrontation. That he shouldn't be cornering you with such a pouty, dramatic expression on his face like a child who just got told to put the toy back on the shelf.

But he can't help it when it comes to you. All inhibition is thrown to the wind.

"You're avoiding me," he accuses, static buzzing in his throat.

You raise a brow, back pressed to the bookshelf behind you. "I'm not," you tell him for what must be the fifth time.

"You are!" He narrows his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you press, slightly irritated by his sudden attack. What is he going on about?

You think back, wondering if you'd been unintentionally ignoring the demon in any way. It's been business as usual, as far as you can remember.

"Are you really this oblivious?" He tilts his head, ears flopping to the side. "You are unbelievable, cher."

You squeak in surprise when he gathers your hand into his, soft skin raked gently by his claws. He's careful not to hurt you as he maneuvers you around.

He presses your palm firm to his chest where his heart should be. And instead of the hollow emptiness you expect, you find the chorus of his heartbeat.

It sings slow and steady, pulsing faintly beneath the pads of your fingers. You don't even realize that you've been holding your breath, as if just that minute action would cause him to draw away.

Alastor's fingers curl a little tighter around your palm and you finally suck in a sharp breath of air. A small smile settles on your face, cheeks growing warm from the contact.

"It... It's—"

"A heartbeat," he tells you, reaching down to pull your other hand to his throat. You feel the rhythm at his pulse point, the tandem beats filling you with ease.

All this time you had believed that Alastor was heartless. That he did not have the capacity to hold other people dear.

You blink at him, dumbfounded. When did he open up his heart to you?

He sighs indignantly, leaning down toward you with a strange look on his face. As he does, the pace beneath your fingers increases, pounding faster than your own.

Alastor stays there for a moment, staring at you stubbornly with his smile curled into something more exasperated. You can't decipher what kind of conflict is dripping from every part of his expression, instead too focused on trying to keep your breath.

The drumming beat coursing from his body through yours rips away from you, leaving your hands dangling in the air. He brushes off his coat, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

"Do you understand now?"

You're not entirely sure you do—if you ever can, but you nod anyway.

He coughs, his usual demeanour quickly slipping into something unprecedented. Is he... flustered?

"Very good," he says, more to himself than to you. You don't miss the way his ears flatten above his head. "Then I expect the same treatment as everybody else."

You pull your hands back to yourself as he stalks off, muttering to himself.

They're impossibly warm.

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hey guys do u still remember me hahhagh.....

[alastorss]

FAV WRITER IS BACK THE WORLD IS HEALING OMG (i was scared you were leaving and quitting writing so i’m very happy to see u again, mwah <3)

HAIII :D AGDHBSHD i don't see myself fully quitting anytime soon so don't worry i'm here to terrorize the hazbin hotel fandom for the foreseeable future 😈🙏

[alastorss]

hello!! i'm so sorry for disappearing for a while. tldr life happened and started kicking my ass big time so i had neither the time nor motivation to write anything

to the concerned users in my inbox worried about me, thank you! i'm sorry to have worried you and i'm alright ^_^ just incredibly tired and happy to almost be out of the woods

i have an alastor fic queued for later tonight (if anyone still remembers me or maybe i should just call it quits idk 🤓). thank you for your patience and love 💗

[alastorss]

Hi all,

I want to preface this whole thing by saying I have NO problem with nsfw blogs, creators, and readers interacting with me. I love your brilliant brains and am happy that you've found a comfortable platform for you! ^.^ Everyone is welcome to interact with me, talk to me, and read/reblog any of my things (as long as you are not a literal child). THAT BEING SAID:

I'd just like to come on here and please, please, please ask that you do not reblog any of my posts with writings of / links to Alastor smut.

A few of you may know that this happened to one of my posts recently, as you might have seen it on your dash or in the tags :') the problem with this is that every subsequent interaction with the nsfw also goes into my notifications (which I normally wouldn't mind at all, but as I said before, I'm not comfortable with engaging with or being associated with Alastor nsfw). Absolutely no hate to the creator who did this, obviously, I just really don't want to see Alastor porn in my notifs as more and more people reblog it and comment about it.

It may seem childish or petty to some people, but the reason I don't actively seek out or interact with Alastor smut is because, in some ways, I see myself represented in an ace character. I feel like it's never really talked about enough in media. And again, it is 10000% okay for others to read and write smut for him. I do not care. But it's a little different when my notifs are suddenly engaged with something I'm not comfortable seeing or actively interacting with.

I have since blocked the blog, and I believe they may have done the same to me. That is within my right and theirs to do so. It is not because I dislike them, or think that this is worthy of petty Tumblr drama, or anything of the sort. I'd like to clear that up now. Tumblr and your online platform should be curated FOR YOU. It's a safe space where you can express and be expressed in any way you want and I think that's great. Some things are just not my cup of tea and that's fine. If I don't want to see it, I can block anyone, just as much as anyone can block me if they don't like me or the things I write. There's nothing else to read into. Simple as that.

I hope you all understand where I'm coming from. Again, no need to track down the post or the creator if you haven't seen it on your dash. I don't want to incite a witch hunt or even want an apology since there's nothing to apologize for with an honest to goodness mistake. They probably just didn't know I wasn't comfortable with Alastor nsfw and just wanted to share their work (which I'm sure is wonderfully written btw). I'm taking down the post related to this and it's someone who I have not openly interacted with before on this blog. So please be kind ^.^ I just want to use this opportunity to bring this up in case I haven't before.

I feel like I shouldn't have to explain myself since everyone here has been so warmly welcoming and respectful to my rules. But I wanted to just throw it out there in case anyone wasn't sure if they could interact with me or not.

Tldr; if you are an nsfw blog or creator, I would love to interact as long as topics BETWEEN US about Alastor specifically stay sfw! I really really really do not mind nsfw content that is created, even for Alastor. Please don't feel like you can never post it or I'll never talk to you.

BUT I draw a line at using my content to promote smut and other nsfw, since it makes me uncomfortable to see it in my notifications.

[alastorss]

Hi all,

I want to preface this whole thing by saying I have NO problem with nsfw blogs, creators, and readers interacting with me. I love your brilliant brains and am happy that you've found a comfortable platform for you! ^.^ Everyone is welcome to interact with me, talk to me, and read/reblog any of my things (as long as you are not a literal child). THAT BEING SAID:

I'd just like to come on here and please, please, please ask that you do not reblog any of my posts with writings of / links to Alastor smut.

A few of you may know that this happened to one of my posts recently, as you might have seen it on your dash or in the tags :') the problem with this is that every subsequent interaction with the nsfw also goes into my notifications (which I normally wouldn't mind at all, but as I said before, I'm not comfortable with engaging with or being associated with Alastor nsfw). Absolutely no hate to the creator who did this, obviously, I just really don't want to see Alastor porn in my notifs as more and more people reblog it and comment about it.

It may seem childish or petty to some people, but the reason I don't actively seek out or interact with Alastor smut is because, in some ways, I see myself represented in an ace character. I feel like it's never really talked about enough in media. And again, it is 10000% okay for others to read and write smut for him. I do not care. But it's a little different when my notifs are suddenly engaged with something I'm not comfortable seeing or actively interacting with.

I have since blocked the blog, and I believe they may have done the same to me. That is within my right and theirs to do so. It is not because I dislike them, or think that this is worthy of petty Tumblr drama, or anything of the sort. I'd like to clear that up now. Tumblr and your online platform should be curated FOR YOU. It's a safe space where you can express and be expressed in any way you want and I think that's great. Some things are just not my cup of tea and that's fine. If I don't want to see it, I can block anyone, just as much as anyone can block me if they don't like me or the things I write. There's nothing else to read into. Simple as that.

I hope you all understand where I'm coming from. Again, no need to track down the post or the creator if you haven't seen it on your dash. I don't want to incite a witch hunt or even want an apology since there's nothing to apologize for with an honest to goodness mistake. They probably just didn't know I wasn't comfortable with Alastor nsfw and just wanted to share their work (which I'm sure is wonderfully written btw). I'm taking down the post related to this and it's someone who I have not openly interacted with before on this blog. So please be kind ^.^ I just want to use this opportunity to bring this up in case I haven't before.

I feel like I shouldn't have to explain myself since everyone here has been so warmly welcoming and respectful to my rules. But I wanted to just throw it out there in case anyone wasn't sure if they could interact with me or not.

Tldr; if you are an nsfw blog or creator, I would love to interact as long as topics BETWEEN US about Alastor specifically stay sfw! I really really really do not mind nsfw content that is created, even for Alastor. Please don't feel like you can never post it or I'll never talk to you.

BUT I draw a line at using my content to promote smut and other nsfw, since it makes me uncomfortable to see it in my notifications.

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omg okay so reader’s love language is physical touch and when you start getting closer with the inhabitants of the hotel, you get touchy with almost everyone. You love playfighting and cheek kisses with Angel, smacking Husk’s shoulder as you laugh super hard, share hugs with Charlie all the time etc. yk stuff like that. You’re super touchy with ALMOST everyone except for Alastor. He definitely notices this too and he almost gets like offended that you’re not showing him the same treatment to everyone else. He probably doesn’t think much of it at the start as he prefers it for you to keep your hands to yourself but as his relationship grows with you he gets more irritated that you’re always keeping your hands behind your back and avoiding to touch him.

I can imagine he’d try to confront reader about it and you’d go like “oh i just know you don’t like being touched so I dont” and he thinks that youre an idiot as you very obviously get special permission that he shouldnt have to specify!!!basically alastor gets jelly and reader is an oblivious doofus to it HAHA i just think Alastor yearning physical affection (something he usually despises from others) from reader would be super cute

this is the next request i'm working on!! 🫶

[alastorss]

Some human AU

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Alastor comes home to silence.

It's strange considering how much of a night owl you've become since meeting him. The quietness is almost eerie—the long stretch of hall between the staircase and your shared bedroom seeming daunting despite the fact that he's walked it a million times before.

The rest of the hotel is dark, like it's been devoid of life all this time. Even Husk has retired for the night, the bar closed and wiped down.

He wonders if he accidentally waltzed into an alternate dimension.

Shaking his head, Alastor creeps down the hall as to not disturb the other guests between him and the bedroom. The door creaks at the hinges as he slowly pushes it open, not wanting to spook you in case you were awake.

He can't explain it, but warmth fills him from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes when he finally lays eyes on you.

You've fallen asleep at the desk, head buried in your arms to hide your face from the light of the lamp. Your shoulders rise and fall gently with each soft snore, the blanket sloppily thrown over your shoulders cascading down to the floor to make you look like royalty.

The demon feels his grin shrink into a small smile as he slips behind you to peer at what you were doing before you passed out. Dozens of polaroid photos are lazily scattered around the desk, each one dated in the corner and signed with your name and a heart.

His eyes scan the sprawling expanse of photos, dating all the way back to just before you'd introduced yourselves to each other.

He carefully plucks the sharpie from your fingers and caps it before slipping an arm under your knees and the other behind your back. Hoisting you up and using his hip to slide the chair back into place under the desk, he watches as you stir in his arms for a moment.

Alastor carries you to bed, laying you down and re-fluffing your blanket so that you can cozy into it. He sweeps your hair from your eyes and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Sleep well, Cher," he whispers.

He's just about to whisk himself away to get ready to join you in bed when he happens across the photos again. Curiosity washes through him and, nosy as ever, he dares to take a peek at what your little project was all about.

The demon is careful not to nick the photos with his claws as he lightly drags them across the film, tracing each memory you captured.

Your first day at the hotel, dangling between Charlie and Vaggie as they took you in like a lost puppy. He's not in the photo, but he still remembers hearing your laughter from the lobby and thinking it was wonderful.

Your first time doing one of Charlie's ridiculous bonding activities, where you confessed that you had no recollection of your life as a human. It wasn't uncommon for new Sinners to have forgotten their lives, after all.

Your first time letting Angel dress you. He had decided to put you in something tight and revealing... that bastard.

Alastor's fingers stop atop a polaroid dated to when you first became friends.

He's distracted, looking at you with an expression he can't even recognize himself. Brows quirked and smile making his cheeks cherub—you snapped the photo in his moment of vulnerability when he normally would have vanished from it instantly.

He continues tracing your face in chronological order, your smile growing in each. And he's in every single one of them, never looking at the camera but instead distracted by you in some way.

"People told me you never like to take pictures," your voice suddenly startles him. He looks at you over his shoulder in surprise. You blink at him slowly through your bleariness, the same smile he's seen in all the photos gracing your face. "But for some reason, you've always been in mine."

Alastor turns around again to scan across all the polaroids you've taken of him, dating up until just last week when you had surprised him his favourite meal.

For a moment it dawns on him that he, a demon, should never have opened himself up so much to you. That you were his greatest flaw. That he was weak around you. The thought leaves as fast as it came when he realizes how soft his smile had gotten around you.

He can't remember ever being this happy even as a mortal walking the earth.

"Al?" You say quietly, now sitting up in bed alert and awake from his uncharacteristic silence.

He's still for another second. Then, he swipes the camera from the desk and makes his way to your side. You barely have time to register what he's doing before the light flashes and the shutter clicks.

The picture prints slow enough for you to finally realize that you had been the subject of his photo.

"What was that for?" You giggle, rubbing your eyes from the blinding light.

Alastor takes the picture and slips it into his pocket.

"I want to remember this," he tells you with a kiss to the top of your head. "A memory for me to keep, dearest."

~

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[alastorss]

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Alastor comes home to silence.

It's strange considering how much of a night owl you've become since meeting him. The quietness is almost eerie—the long stretch of hall between the staircase and your shared bedroom seeming daunting despite the fact that he's walked it a million times before.

The rest of the hotel is dark, like it's been devoid of life all this time. Even Husk has retired for the night, the bar closed and wiped down.

He wonders if he accidentally waltzed into an alternate dimension.

Shaking his head, Alastor creeps down the hall as to not disturb the other guests between him and the bedroom. The door creaks at the hinges as he slowly pushes it open, not wanting to spook you in case you were awake.

He can't explain it, but warmth fills him from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes when he finally lays eyes on you.

You've fallen asleep at the desk, head buried in your arms to hide your face from the light of the lamp. Your shoulders rise and fall gently with each soft snore, the blanket sloppily thrown over your shoulders cascading down to the floor to make you look like royalty.

The demon feels his grin shrink into a small smile as he slips behind you to peer at what you were doing before you passed out. Dozens of polaroid photos are lazily scattered around the desk, each one dated in the corner and signed with your name and a heart.

His eyes scan the sprawling expanse of photos, dating all the way back to just before you'd introduced yourselves to each other.

He carefully plucks the sharpie from your fingers and caps it before slipping an arm under your knees and the other behind your back. Hoisting you up and using his hip to slide the chair back into place under the desk, he watches as you stir in his arms for a moment.

Alastor carries you to bed, laying you down and re-fluffing your blanket so that you can cozy into it. He sweeps your hair from your eyes and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Sleep well, Cher," he whispers.

He's just about to whisk himself away to get ready to join you in bed when he happens across the photos again. Curiosity washes through him and, nosy as ever, he dares to take a peek at what your little project was all about.

The demon is careful not to nick the photos with his claws as he lightly drags them across the film, tracing each memory you captured.

Your first day at the hotel, dangling between Charlie and Vaggie as they took you in like a lost puppy. He's not in the photo, but he still remembers hearing your laughter from the lobby and thinking it was wonderful.

Your first time doing one of Charlie's ridiculous bonding activities, where you confessed that you had no recollection of your life as a human. It wasn't uncommon for new Sinners to have forgotten their lives, after all.

Your first time letting Angel dress you. He had decided to put you in something tight and revealing... that bastard.

Alastor's fingers stop atop a polaroid dated to when you first became friends.

He's distracted, looking at you with an expression he can't even recognize himself. Brows quirked and smile making his cheeks cherub—you snapped the photo in his moment of vulnerability when he normally would have vanished from it instantly.

He continues tracing your face in chronological order, your smile growing in each. And he's in every single one of them, never looking at the camera but instead distracted by you in some way.

"People told me you never like to take pictures," your voice suddenly startles him. He looks at you over his shoulder in surprise. You blink at him slowly through your bleariness, the same smile he's seen in all the photos gracing your face. "But for some reason, you've always been in mine."

Alastor turns around again to scan across all the polaroids you've taken of him, dating up until just last week when you had surprised him his favourite meal.

For a moment it dawns on him that he, a demon, should never have opened himself up so much to you. That you were his greatest flaw. That he was weak around you. The thought leaves as fast as it came when he realizes how soft his smile had gotten around you.

He can't remember ever being this happy even as a mortal walking the earth.

"Al?" You say quietly, now sitting up in bed alert and awake from his uncharacteristic silence.

He's still for another second. Then, he swipes the camera from the desk and makes his way to your side. You barely have time to register what he's doing before the light flashes and the shutter clicks.

The picture prints slow enough for you to finally realize that you had been the subject of his photo.

"What was that for?" You giggle, rubbing your eyes from the blinding light.

Alastor takes the picture and slips it into his pocket.

"I want to remember this," he tells you with a kiss to the top of your head. "A memory for me to keep, dearest."

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