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Alastor yn part FIVE

I like this one kinda. Love yall

“Uhm. I think so. I got it for dirt cheap from an antique joint.” You mutter. 

“Oh, my Lucifer! It is mine!” He sees the “property of” sticker, and almost jumps out of his skin. 

You had never expected this deer demon to get this excited over his old radio. 

“I could have sworn it was red with the blood of my victims.” His voice was eerie- not in an average way but hoarse and whispery. 

You were honestly scared by this weird deer guy. So you respond awkwardly, “yeah sorry, I scraped it off.”

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sorry

I’m not gonna be online as much. Stuffs been rlly bad.

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"You ever wonder what would have happened if we had died for real?"

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I got a dog!!

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Alastor x reader. PART 4

Yall. I like this one. This was the funnest to write. Love yall

Angel Dust was messing around in Alastors studio when he presses a button, fuck, what does that do. He shrugs and runs off back to his room. 

When Alastor returns to the radio station, he notices something is up. Though he can't tell what is wrong. 

When Alastor starts his evening broadcast, He notices something is awry. Al hears background noise coming from his microphone. 

The sounds of someone drinking their afternoon tea. Quiet chinks of glass, slurping, the hum of slow jazz from a record player. 

"Hello, my dear listeners, my microphone is acting up. I can hear someone drinking tea. Please, if this is you, say your name and hello."

You pause. Was he talking to ME?

You clear your throat, "Hello, my names YN."

"Oh well, hello Y/N! What a pleasure to meet you."

He continues talking to you for multiple days, into weeks, into about a month. You become close friends. 

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He realizes something. He can travel through radio signals. Can Alastor travel to the human world using this humans radio?

 He decides, while the human is sleeping, he will find them. 

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Y/N goes to sleep, getting into an oversized sweater, and socks. You fall into your bed, turn the radio on your bedside table on, and stare at the ceiling. You have old star stickers on there from when you first moved in. You drift into a soft sleep in about 20 minutes. 

You wake up suddenly. A crash! Static fizzes out into the room. Loud as a freight train. You flail and fall out of your bed. 

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He stares at the flailing terrified figure. He watches as they open their eyes. Their orbs meet his dial pupils. They look terrified at the large demons form.

He laughs quite maliciously. "Good morning my dear!"

You recognize his voice, that's the radio dude. 

"You look weird." You blurt out. Oops. That was mean. "Sorry. Your.. uh not human."

"Of course I'm not, dear. I'm a demon! The radio demon!" He laughs. He looks around the room, seeing and critiquing every little thing. His eyes catch one detail. “Is that my radio?” He questions, he seems oddly excited. 

You should be terrified it’s his. You scraped blood off of this radio, but after days and weeks of listening to his talk about everything and anything you were close to him. 

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I’ll tryyy but schooool and studying and homework suckss. Give me like 2-3 weeks then it’ll be updates every 2 weeks

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Behold.

My son.

I birthed him.

He is my little bebe.

And I love him.

You also love him.

Because he's but a little boi.

He much prefers toilet water to his water dish.

But this is okay.

Because we love him.

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thinking about wolfstar cuddling…

like full-body, can’t-tell-where-one-ends-and-the-other-begins kind of cuddling.

arms tangled, legs intertwined, breath syncing without even trying.

yeah. that’s all.

i’m fine.

(i’m not.)

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Red Apples and Roses

Chapter two

Lucifer stared at the disheveled radio demon. His crimson eyes swept over the other Overlord, taking in the torn suit, the flickering static crackling faintly around him, and—perhaps most amusing—his pitiful attempt to stay upright.

“You sure this is him?” Lucifer asks Vince, turning to him.

Vince nodded. The Radio Demon’s sharp, crimson gaze flicked up toward them, a strained yet persistent smile curling on his lips.

“And who, pray tell, might you be?” His voice buzzed faintly beneath his words, like an old broadcast struggling through static. As if to punctuate the question, long black tendrils erupted from his back, coiling dangerously in the air.

Lucifer stands in annoyance. Less in the fact he was trying to fight him and more in the fact that he didn't know who he was. Lucifer starts sputtering in confusion.

“Who am I?! Um… hello?! King of Hell!” Lucifer says as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

The Radio Demon puts his thumb and index figure close to his face and makes them an inch apart. “Ah, you're much... smaller than the figure I was made to believe," Alastor mused, his voice still layered with faint distortion. "More... simpler.”

He leaned against the wall, struggling to stay upright, his body trembling with the effort. Despite his weakened state, he continued to play the part of the arrogant Overlord, the same venomous smile never leaving his face.

Make do with me? Wow. What imaginary image did the humans on Earth have of him? Probably something cool if the demon in front of him said he looked simpler.

The Radio Demon strikes at him with one of his tendrils. Lucifer dodged effortlessly, wings snapping open in a blur of white. His feet barely touched the ground as he hovered just above the alley floor, smirking down at the injured Overlord.

“What the fuck! Are all you humans this pissy?!” Lucifer exclaims. He sees the demon’s eyes widen as he retracts his wings.

“And now you believe me. Had to flash you with my wings for you to fucking know, bitch.” Lucifer scoffs.

The Radio Demon glares. Lucifer sees his eyes dart around the alleyway as his breaths turn more shallow.

“You alright?” Lucifer asks, tilting his head in confusion. He studied Alastor’s form, eyes scanning for any visible injuries. He doesn’t look hurt. No internal bleeding, at least not visible. So why is he—?

Alastor chuckled weakly, attempting to put on a facade of arrogance. “Well, as much as I love entertaining people… I don’t think this is the time. Perhaps later on a Sunday morning, your majesty?” he said, his words dripping with sarcasm, though they lacked the usual bite.

Lucifer rolls his eyes. This guy was really all talk.

“Seems to me that you're deflecting the fact you're about the pass out.” Lucifer comments. A small, mocking smirk grows on Lucifer’s face.

The grin that hasn't left his face the whole conversation strains at the edges.

“That doesn't seem to be any of your concern. If I didn't know better I would say you were worried about little ol me.” Alastor says trying to add a high pitch voice at the end but ultimately failing.

Lucifer started to see small bruises under his collar.

Has he been in a fight?

It would explain the ruffled clothes and exhaustion.

Lucifer’s mind raced, but before he could ponder further, The demon’s legs buckled beneath him, and with a faint, strangled gasp, he collapsed, unable to stay upright any longer.

Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he hesitated. Shit. I didn’t expect him to just… pass out like that.

He quickly stepped forward, catching the Radio Demon before he hit the ground. The weight of his body in his arms made Lucifer pause—this wasn’t a scenario he’d anticipated.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lucifer grumbled, “Well, can’t have you passing out in the street.”

The Radio Demon twitched as if he was trying to push him back. Lucifer turned to

Vince to who was clearly confused about this whole situation.

“Um, Sire. What are you planning to do with him?” He asked, his voice underlined with concern.

This wasn't his usual behavior. This probably was the most entertaining thing he has done all week.

“Well… I guess we're adopting a rando off the streets.

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This was not proof read again.... My bad yall I will for Chapter 3. I'm just too excited/lazy.

Chapter 1

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Al x reader REWRITE

This is one of mine from last yr i spent WAY TOO LONG rewriting

So you had just awoken, it was hot as hell... fuck... You open your eyes. Damn. It was actually hell. This is bloody wonderful. It smells like shit. You get up, damn your body is sore. 

How'd you die? Well, you rack your brain, the freezer breakfast burritos. Long story short, you were at your recently dead great aunts house, you were southern so after peoples death you hung at their house and ate food. You ate her burritos, biggest and last mistake of your life. 

Anyways, you look around, normal hellish scenery. Oh look, they all look like furries. You see an add on the TV, its for the Hazbin Hotel? Eh, looks nice enough. Better than the porn studios.

You show up, you knock three times. "Yoohoo?" You shout to the door.

A tall, deer like man answers. "Oh hello, dear? Who might you be?" 

"Y/N. This is hell right?"

"Oh yes, but this is the Hazbin Hotel! Come in dear, I'm Alastor."

You think, 'I'm already dead, what's the harm?' You see fancy chairs, a bar ran by a scowling cat, a spider demon with large, fluffy, tits leaning over the bar, two girls, and a large radio.

"Who might you be?" Asks the spider.

"Y/N."

"Oh hi! I'm Charlie! I own this hotel!" Says an overly happy girl.

Alastor leads you away. He sticks out his hand for you to shake, so you do.  His hand is large, to be fair, your short. Anyways, he is actually kinda nice? It is odd how he hasn't stopped smiling.

"Well, Darling, I'm a powerful overlord, I can share my power, if we make a deal." He smirks.

"what does the deal entail?"

"Oh, just your soul for some power." 

"Bitch, thats dumb as hell."

His eyes turn to radio dials. "what did you say?"

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His eyes turn into radio dials, he tilts his head. He smiles? Well he was of course already smiling so he was smiling wider you guess? 

"What did you say to me? This deal is GOOD for you, darling." He says menacingly.

'Welp damn,' you thought to yourself, 'he's really tryna sell it.'

"Well, Al, whats in it for me?"

He chuckles, "oh? Just anything you could wish for..." He smirks.

"Fine but can I get two things?"

"well, depends. What is it you wish, my dear?"

You giggle like a school girl who just got her way. "First, let me pet your ears, let me know your past, and maybe... hm... can you cook?"

"Well, I can cook, I may tell you, but NO. You may not touch my ears, Dear."

You smirk, "the deal is off then."

He sighs, realizing he can't get his way. "Fine."

You shake his hand, red light surrounds you. The deal was made. You smile. He leans down, realizing your quite short after you try to jump up. You rub his ears. He relaxes. You giggle.  They are so soft, like velvet. You haven't felt this happy since before you died. 

You felt like all your problems were disappearing. Al gently hummed. You could make the tune, its Your Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile. You chuckled, thinking to yourself, 'i watched that a lot 

growing up.'

You gently hum along, He finally flicks your hands away, you whine. He grabs your wrist, damn his hands are big. He leads you to his room.. it smells like flesh??

It looked like a radio tower, maybe he was a broadcaster? It looked cool and retro, there was a lot of radios.

"Would you like some venison?" He asks softly.

"uhm... what's venison?" You ask awkwardly. 

"Oh you don't know?" He asks, teasing. "Where are you from?"

"Oh, uhm the south, near Tennessee." (Sorry readers who arent from here, most of my viewers aka friends are).

"Tennessee? I'm from New Orleans. Venison is deer meet."

"Oh, I've never had that? I've had frogs before, and alligator or croccidile? I dunno."

Angel Dust enters. "Fuck, am I interupting something? Who's that, Smiles?"

"Me? Im Y/n." You smile kindly.

"I'm Angel Dust, Angel for short. This kitty here is husky~" He gestures to a cat demon with wings.

"It's Husk." He corrects gruffly.

"It's Husk," the cat demon corrects gruffly. "i'm the bartender, ya know. I know everything about these crazies." 

"Have you met Nifty, she's crazy than some of the sluts I've met in the biz. Thats saying shit." The spider, Angel, replies. 

You were confused by what he meant 'biz'. So you laugh nervously, looking at good ole Al for help. "Uhm... Angel, what biz?"

He laughs, "Oh tits, you have a lot of learning to do.  I'm a famous porn star, a homosexual one~."

You look at him dumbfounded. In the area you were from that kind of stuff was frowned apon. "Thats... nice?"

He chuckles. "Well, maybe i could show you around-"

Alastor interupts, "Nope, sorry. They are staying with me."

"B-but... I think it would be cool to go with Angel.." I frown.

"Nope. We made a deal, remember?"

"You made a deal with them?" Husk sighs. "They're a newbie, Alastor, you should know better." Husk frowns and shoots you a sympathetic look. "Just.... ugh. Come to my bar sometime, I'll let you drink till ya forgot." He whispers.

"Alastor... I don't like this deal so much anymore.." You say, he grabs your hand and leads you away. 

"I'm sorry, my dear." He lies. He wasn't sorry. "Too late, it's set in stone, sweetheart, you are mine. Now how about you go to your room and rest, alright?"

You shrug. You lay in bed, you go on your phone. It breaks.

"Fucking shit on a shingle." You sigh, it was probably the radio demons fault. The camera and screen was completely cracked. It was unusable. 

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You were sad, very sad, so tired of Al. You were sitting at Husk's bar. He poured you vodka, you sigh, "down the hatch," you pour it all down your throat.

 It burns, "fuck." Youd only drink terrible 'Voodoo Ranger' beer at a friend's house. 

"Ya like it?" Husk adds, you were growing on him. 

"Eh. The only booze I've drunk is some shitty beer at a friend's place at age 14." I 

smirk

"Wow... that's an interesting story. That must have been fun..?" 

"Not really. I was the youngest, and smallest but somehow a heavy weight?"

"Really? Damn. Thats... odd."

"I was kinda made to drink by a friend's friend. She was a bitch." 

Husk chuckles, "huh? Seems like you 

definitely had experiences growing up?"

You shrug. You keep drinking, thinking over your life. You didn't really regret that much... maybe that one time you let your dad's cat out and he disappeared, poor Clyde. 

Maybe you should have picked better friends... Maybe not druggies, criminals, all the bad kids. Fuck, your going for a walk. You excuse yourself from the bar and step out of the hotel. 

The hellish air smells like... cum and regrets.. ew... You keep walking. You see some... distasteful things... there is an overlord... Valentino... is that the one Angel always hates on? Fuck. The demon is a moth, with pimp attire. Run bitch, run. He sees you. Damn, run faster. Your shoe falls off, keep running, hoe. 

He catches up to you, grabs your shoulder. 

He has a Spanish accent, "Oh mi amor, what's your name?"

"It's Y/n." You say, for once praying Al would find you. 

"Your Angel's little friend, hm? We could use you at the studio."

"No thanks.." You try to dash off. 

He grabs you. You scream. Alastor travels through the radio waves. 

"Oh deer, are you alright?" Al asks his voice actually gentle and kind for once.  

"Val... Valentino's here.." 

Al rubs your head, "it'll be okay, my dear."

He starts attacking Val using his radio waves, keeping Val far enough for you to escape.

You return to the Hazbin Hotel, so tired you almost fall asleep. Angel-Dust sees you. You're lying on the couch in the fetal position. 

"Wake up tits! Al and Val got into a fight! Alastor fucking won!"

"Oh. Cool, he won? The fight was kinda over me... Val saw me, tried to make me work for him." I frown. 

"Oh. Really, you had TWO men fighting over you? Wow.." Angel chuckles. 

"Hey Angel?"

"Yesh, suga' tits?" He replies, a new York and slight Italian accent.

"Is Angel Dust your real name?"

"Can I tell you the truth?" He asks hesitantly. 

"Of course, dude."

"Angel Dust is not my name, imagine actually being named after a drug," he chuckles, "it's Anthony, don't tell anyone."

You chuckle. 

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You go to sleep. You wake up in the middle of the night. You go to the bathroom. Ugh your stomach hurts from that booze. Shit. 

After puking your guts out, you go to Husk. 

"Husk, is there snacks at the bar? I'm hungover."

He quickly makes some chili cheese fries. You explain your day. He gives you a reassuring smile. 

You start to fall asleep at the bar. He places you on the couch. 

You felt like shit. You cough hard, phlegm comes out. You also felt like shit because Al was mad at you, at least you think it was anger. You didn't even know why. You sigh. 

"I can't deal with this fucking shit. Fuck this. I'm staying in bed all day." You say to nobody but yourself. 

You go back to sleep. The sounds of doors open and closing keep you awake. "Y/n! Where are you!?" Charlie calls out.

You roll your eyes and stay in bed, they'll find you eventually. 

"Check their room!" Calls another voice, Angel Dust. 

"I already did!" Charlie again. 

"Not her's! The strawberry pimps room!" Angel opens your door, finding you laying on Al's red, large big. 

"'Sup." You say.  

"You had me worried sick!" She says quickly, no breaks. "I thought Val like took you or some shit."

"Nope. I just have the flue. Where's Al?" You half lie. You weren't taken by Valentino, but also didn't have the flue. 

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"Hey, Deer-boy?" You giggle. 

"Yes, my dear?" He smiles. You were growing on him. 

He chuckles. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Y/n.. you were just so cute last night. I wanted a bite."

"You wanted to actually bite me?"

He laughs like you're stupid. "My dear, No! You were just cute."

You look up at him. You had a question for him.  "Do you... do you like-like me?"

"You mean if I have romantic interest in you? Oh yes, my deer."

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"May I spin you a tale of my life, My Deer?" You nod, he continues. "I was born Creole, my father was Eurepian. He... was never the kindest to me and my mother, but my Ma, oh I loved her." He smiles fondly.

 "One day, I was around 11, living in New Oreleans in the 1910s. They didnt take too kindly to my skin... One  time, they scrubbed hard, trying to remove the black off of me, sweetheart, think of that."

He chuckles, "dumb kids, we all were, ya know?" You start braiding his hair, he laughs. "That didn't work, my mother noticed and raised hell."

"Oh, thats nice... My mom's best friend almost killed a kid for me, but that doesn't explain why you're in hell?" You ask, you voice quiet. 

"Well... My deer, when i got older... I started killing those people for sport.." 

"Really?" You were surprised.

"I died from a bullet wound in the head.."

"I died from old person burritos."

He laughs. "Wow."

"I'm going to bed." 

"Goodnight, deer."

He kisses you, right on the lips, a quick peck.

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LUCIFER X AL????

Yes u read that right! I hope it's good

Alastor was sitting in his room. A cup of coffee on his desk. He glances at the broken picture frame... he sees THEM in that photo. 

Alastor throws the photo.  He watches the glass shatter even more than it already was. He summons a flame into his hands and flicks it towards the aged and flimsy paper. It almost immediately turns to ash. He brushes it with his foot. 

He can never forget those memories. Though, he can wish.

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He sits at a snazzy restaurant with his golden-haired lover. He orders his usual, fresh gumbo- extra spicy, as Lucifer orders; "may i have a salad with crab on the side. No tomatoes, please and thank you. Ranch dressing." Even with his royal status as king of hell, Luci was still kind to the wait staff. 

Alastors gloved hand reaches for the wine bottle, a beautiful 2012 chardonnay. He gently pours half a glass full into both cups with precision, not spilling a drop. 

"How are you this lovely evening, dear?" Speaks alastor, his voice a calming tone. 

"I'm doing just fine, love. I visited Charlie." He says, grabbing the stem of the glass, taking a moderate sip. 

"Oh, how wonderful." Alastor replies. His smile- that never falls- actually authentic  for once. He enjoyed hearing Lucifer talking. 

"Maybe we should go on a double date with Charlie and Vaggie, hm?" Luci muses. He gently turns the wine in his hand. 

Alastor nods slightly. That's not the worst idea.

"Love, you seem... preoccupied with your thoughts." Luci observes.

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The parts of the Al fic

Pt 1. User finds an old radio

Pt 2. Mostly Alastor pov

Pt3 BORING. Al talks slightly to user

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Alastor x reader 3

This chapter is boring. might rewrite

You get ready for work. That was... odd. You brush your hair, get your outfit on- light wash jeans, hoodie that has the name of your book store, and doc martens. 

You get on the bus and head to your job. You felt an odd presence following you throughout the day. At the book store you turn on the company radio. Some old radio boombox thing from the nineties. You decide to flip to the same channel from earlier but it's just... static? Whatever, you flip to the rock station and start setting up books and such. You work and everything is normal. 

When you return back to home you decide to turn the radio on at home. You hear that voice again. Alastor? He said his name was.

"Thank you for tuning in, there has been drama in the top ring, uh oh. Adam has been defeated! The exterminations are no more! Heaven no longer controls the population of Hell!" 

What the fuck, you think. Is this a prank? Probably, it has to be. You turn it off for the night. You go out to eat, go back, shower, and try to ignore it. 

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WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPPIE OF ALASTOR

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5 and 6 cuz i forgot yesterday.

5 I see all those pretty girls. I wanna be pretty

6 yeah. sometimes i try and fast and eat stuff.

current weight: 127.7

goal weight for next month: 124

ugw 100 pounds