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Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader

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You looked up at the man before you. A charming gentleman with brown hair and caramel eyes. Putting your purse down, you decided to respond to his ridiculous question.

- Leaving, and who might you be? - You questioned him as you stood up, only to realise that he was much more taller than you.

- Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you miss..? - He extended his hand for, you thought, a handshake. As you gave him your hand, you were surprised by him kissing your knuckles.

- Charmed - You said, before introducing yourself. You truly didn't want to engage in any small talks nor conversation. You were so tired of this day after your "future husband" didn't even show up. You just wanted to go to bed and take a nap after a hard day.

You tried to excuse yourself from the situation, saying that your cat is home alone, begging for some affection.

- Nonsense, my dear! I assure you cats are very smart creatures and they can take care of themself. - Alastor assured you. Pointing to the table he added. - Would you like to sit down for a nice talk? the dinner is my treat.

You looked out of the window at the chauffeur waiting for you for hours by now, considering his offer. You didn't want to come back home, nor did you want to explain to your arrogant mother that the man didn't show up. However you were so tired and didn't want to stay awake any more minutes. But how are you suppose to find your true love if you didn't talk to anyone?

You sat down at the table, as Alastor did the same beside you. What were his intentions? You didn't know. You couldn't help but to glare at him, yet he still looked so comfortable and calm in his seat.

As he asked you what would you like, you answered harshly unintentionally. The atmosphere seemed tense, as the restaurant was filled with mostly silence. Most of the people already left, leaving you witt just a few people left waiting, not including staff.

You tried so hard to interact with the man before you, but the little voice in your head told you not to, for some strange reasons. Looking out of the window, once again, seeing countless cars and people walking. Pheraps some just went for a walk and others just came back from work? Maybe some of them just got groceries, maybe some of them are going to a important event. Your thoughts were interrupted with a sudden cough.

- Sorry, what were you saying? - You asked hurriedly, seemingly embarrassed by the whole situation. You hadn't had a normal interaction in a while.

- I'd like to apologize for being so pushy earlier, however i wish to get to know you. - He said with his signature smile. Before you could respond your food was delivered by the same young woman. 'Bon appetite' she said before running away.

- If you don't mind me asking, where do you work at? As far as I know the clothes that you're wearing aren't exactly cheap. - He asked, looking up from his now fresh food. - Before you ask "why? ". I'm asking out of curiosity.

You didn't know what to say, you were so embarrassed. You decided to try to dodge his question.

- I accept your apologies for being so "pushy" as you said. And also i don't mind you asking any questions, that's how conversations work, don't they? - You jokingly-asked trying to lighten the mood and make him forget about his question.

Alastor didn't respond, waiting for you to say something, his eyes saying everything. He relaxed a bit after hearing you sigh and finally answer his question.

- If you really must know, I don't work anywhere. - You mumbled quickly, as another sigh of relief could be heard from you. You were so reliefed that you already said it.

- I'm sorry, dear? I didn't quite catch that.

Shit. You truly didn't want him to know that you were unemployed. What would he think of you? When you said it the first time you didn't think correctly. What were you doing? You didn't know but before you acknowledged what you were doing it already slipped.

- I am an medical secretary. - You lied but didn't know what the fuck is a medical secretary. - It's a truly exhausting job if you'd ask me. Where do you work at? - You asked nervously before he could any more question about the job.

- Well, dear i thought you figured out who I am? - he chuckled slightly but when he say the look of confusion on your face he got a bit confused himself. - I am the radio host.

- I'm sorry the Radio host? - You questioned him being confused by his big ego. Frustrated, even.

- I'm sorry, so bold of me. - He fixed his composure. - I'm a radio host, just a radio host.

He was so reliefed that you didn't hear about him. So reliefed that you're not a psycho fan of his.

You thought it was an pretty easy yet exciting job. Sharing your thoughts about his job to him you were interrupted by someone walking in. Your chauffeur. You knew that you weren't the only one tired of waiting. You had to think of an plan quickly. You didn't think that medical secretary makes that much money. But it was too late he was already standing beside your table.

- Ma'am your mother told me that we need to get going now. - Your chauffeur said. Cursing under your breath, you decided to improvise. Just as you were about to say that you didn't know who he was. Alastor interrupted.

- Dear, you didn't say that you had a husband. - But you didnt? You looked at him like a deer at the headline, before fully understanding what he said. Now you had a plan. You stood up from your seat, excusing yourself, standing next to your chauffeur.

- I don't, yet. This is my boyfriend..uh.. - You looked at the chauffeur, trying to remember his name but failing miserably. - yes.

You saw the look of confusion in your chauffeurs eye, not wanting to look at him, you nooded at him to play along. Unfortunately for you, he didn't understand.

- I'm not sure you heard me correctly. Your dad ask- The chauffeur was interrupted by Alastor this time.

- I didn't know you had a boyfriend. - Alastor said glaring at the poor chauffeur.

- Because I don't! - You said after you realized that it was a terrible idea. Your hands sweaty from the whole situation. - This is my dad!

- Your dad? - They both asked confused at the same time. You were in a truly terrible situation. You didn't know what to say so you just nodded and tried to see what will happen next.

However despise your best effort to stay, you stormed out of stress, feeling the tears in your eyes. Gosh, why did you have to be so embarrassing?

Sitting in the car, you tried your best to not burst into tears. Your chauffeur soon following you and driving you home. It was too much for you. You just wanted to be normal, to have a healthy marriage, to love.

Is it that hard?

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Do you think you'll kill for me one day?

Yes, of course, I will, my darling

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The hunting lodge

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The Burned Memories | Human! Alastor x Reader

summary ->

You, a homeschooled kid, met a little boy named Alastor. The two of you quickly bonded, being interested in similliar things. Everything was going great for years, until your parents decided to move out. You and Alastor made a promise to write to eachother, making fun of the memories that you made. However you were confused when you didn't get any letters from him..

chapters ->

prologue (coming soon..)

chapter 1..

chapter 2..

tw ->

This story contains dark themes; things like

❥︎ Murder, kidnapping & stalking

❥ use of alcohol

❥︎ Period-Typical sexism

❥︎ Period-Typical racism

❥︎ graphic description of corpses

ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵛⁱᵛᶻⁱᵉᵖᵒᵖ

'ʸ/ⁿ' ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

I'd like to thank @deadgirldreaming for giving me the idea for this fanfiction. I really love it.

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work in progress

IN THE MAKING

Human! Alastor x Reader

❥︎ First kiss headcanons/oneshot

❥︎ The Burned Memories - Prologue

Demon! Alastor x Reader

❥︎ First kiss headcanons/oneshot

Husk x Reader

❥︎ Husk as your boyfriend

PLANNING

Human! Alastor x reader

Highschool sweethearts - fanfiction (will be started after "The Burned Memories" fanfiction)

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You have my heart | chapter 1

Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader

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Prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3..

❥︎ word count - 1k

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Your great slumber was interrupted by absurdly fast knocking on your door. Muffled voice behind the door, made you realize that it was your maid, that was waking you up. You groaned in annoyance, after you realized that you hadn't had anything planned for today, and you were suppose to sleep how much you wanted. You plopped onto your back, wanting go hear the information, she was trying to give you.

- Miss? If I won't hear your response I may just come in. - Young womans voice, could be heard, behind the door to your room. You were too tired to use your voice, so you just decided to wait for her to come in. Short warning that she's coming in before she opened the door, to be met with your very tired figure.

- Miss, I'd be quite polite for you to respond, if someones talking to you. - She stated, before opening your buetifuly decorated curtains. The sun was shining, birds were singing and the flowers were blooming. Such an incredible weather, too bad you decided on staying in bed all day.

You looked around to make sure you closed the floorboard last night. Fortunately for you, it was closed. Your cat, Celestial, was nowhere to be seen.

- Your mother insisted on you being ready, quite early today. - The maid said, turning around to look at you while picking an dirty cup of yours. - So I'd appreciate it if you did so. - You groaned in annoyance, once again, after you brain processed the informations she just gave you.

- The calendar says that my day was suppose to be free today? - You responded as politely as you could. You huffed when she told you that plans changed, and that you had an quite important task for today, and something, you weren't exactly listening.

- You may leave - Now not trying to hide your annoyance at the whole situation -And could you do me a favour and stop saying "quite"? - You whispered to yourself, knowing that if the maid would hear you, she'd inform your mother of your "quite" bad manners.

Unfortunately for you, she heard it. "And could YOU do me a favour and clean after yourself?" You heard her mumble under her breath. Oh, so now she was mad because she had to do her job? No problem. You're gonna get her fired, in an instant.

Walking up to the car, your chauffeur was already waiting for you. Your mother told you, that you shall met one of your candidates, for your future husband. You weren't thrilled with the idea, but you knew that if you said "no" she'd cause a fight. You also didn't know where you'd met this "candidate", your mother decided to keep it a secret from you, for unknown reasons.

- Where are we headed? - You tried to ask the chauffeur, but when you didn't hear any answer from him, you grew a little annoyed. He probably couldn't tell you the answer, because your mother told him not to whisper a word. When he started driving, your thoughts started to drift, as your eyes looked out of the window.

What if he'd treat you horribly? You didn't want to be treated like that. Nobody should be treated like that. You just wanted to find your true love, your soulmate. You truly didn't believe in love at first sight, oh no, you thought it's stupid and irresponsible. First, you'd like to get to know your future lover, bonding over things that you both like. Pheraps someone who has the same love for art, as you do.

Soon you arrived at a quite nice restaurant. Leaving the car, you stated that you didn't want your chauffeur coming in with you. You believed that you'd recognise 'the one'. Besides he was suppose to introduce himself.

Opening the door, you were met with a warm and cozy atmosphere. Soft jazz music playing in the background, with waitresses running all around. It wasn't exactly busy, it wasn't the rush hour, yet. However you could tell that the kitchen was working way too fast, for how many people are in the restaurant. Pheraps someone clocked out too early? Pheraps they're missing staff? Everything is possible.

You waited patiently, before a waitress guided you to your seat. You thanked her politely, waiting for your future husband to arrive.

- May i assist you in anything, ma'am? - A young woman asked me, you could tell she was a waitress. She looked so burned out, tired even exhausted! You felt truly bad for her.

You declined, insisting that she should go on her break, but she refused, gesturing all the people waiting in the restaurant.

- I won't keep you waiting, but I have to ask. - You looked at her, then at the kitchen, then at the customers waiting, some patiently, others not so. Back at her. - Are you short on staff?

- Unfortunately, many decided to leave, finding a new job or others being irritated with the paychecks they were getting. - She replied quickly, before excusing herself and running to another table.

Now you felt even more terrible. You were cozying in your bed all day, just working on your moved for the great ball, when people were working their asses of trying to survive? Such a pity. You didn't feel bad for your maid though, she was a bitch.

Minutes soon turned into hours of waiting for this man. It was already dark outside, a normal person would leave a long time ago, but you being a hopeless romantic didn't help with anything. Pheraps you didn't choose the man you wanted to marry, but you could learn to love him. You just wanted to feel loved.

Just when you were about to leave, after packing your things, someone stopped you. Mad and tired of waiting, and sad that someone ditched you, you looked up to be met with a charming gentleman.

- What's such a pretty lady, like yourself doing alone, at a place like this?

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Needed to get the creative juices flowing and well... here we are. I'll probably finish this on AO3 but this won't be my usual fare. I rewatched Harbin Hotel and I needed some more Alastor in my life.

Human! Alastor x Female Waitress

Warnings: 18+, world building, mentions of murder, language.

Words: 2.4K

Summary | A late night radio broadcast catches the attention of a worn out waitress in 1930's New Orleans. Never missing a broadcast, tuning in and losing sleep may be the last of your worries when the radio broadcaster himself shows up for breakfast and leaves a wake of bodies and mystery in his wake. Despite his unsavory methods, finding a friend in an unkind world means hiding his secrets and your own.

Rain patters on the roof, your fingers gripping the pillow that props up your chin, the scent of nicotine and wet pavement filtering through your open window. The click of heels and echoed laughter this late at night is something you know all too well. The ladies of the night making their final sale before the sun will rise.

Time is of little importance now, even if the hours from sleep to waking are slipping away with every tick of the clock. The jazz music that plays from your radio is soft, the saxophone slow and sultry. You’re waiting for the music to be cut short, the familiar static that once caught your attention and continues to keep you in an invisible chokehold, waiting for that certain voice that you swear only speaks to you.

The music cuts short, static buzzing lightly, your shoulders perking up at the noise. Moving closer, your finger turns the volume dial up, heart skipping a beat.

“Ahh, is there anyone more talented than Sidney Bechet?” the voice asks. “Pardon my interruption, as I know it is a sin to stop jazz music for my radio program, but time is money and as you well know, I always have a special guest on my show. Care to tell our listeners about yourself?”

There’s a muffled sound, the voice chuckling before there is a sound of a rip and a shout.

“Manners, my good man,” the voice reminds. “Why don’t you tell our devoted patrons who you are?”

“B-Banks,” the other voice says, nearly tearfully. “Banks Girdeaux.”

“Banks,” the voice repeats. “Care to share your deep, dark secret?”

There’s silence before a scream, your eyes widening at the sound.

“They’ll d-disown m-me!” Banks shouts. “Please, don’t -”

“Now, now, Banks. This is a serious question! My listeners want to know what would happen if you truly told the truth about your secrets.”

“I told you,” he insists. “They’d disown me, write me out of the family will.”

“That’s very dramatic,” the voice says with a low chuckle. “But isn’t that always the way? Wealthy families like yours don’t care for scandals, do they, Banks? Illegitimate children that you’ve sired don’t stand a chance when you’re paying off the mothers to make your bastards disappear, do they?”

“I…”

“Oh, don’t worry so much,” the voice comforts. “Your secret is safe with me… and my listeners. So go on, tell me more about this disownment. You’d lose everything?”

“Yes,” Banks hisses. “Everything if this got out.”

“But not your life, Banks,” the voice reminds him. “You would have still had your health.”

“Had?”

“Of course, Banks. Had, as in past tense. You really haven’t listened to many of my radio broadcasts, have you? My special guests always get a proper sendoff.”

“No…”

The blood curling scream sends a shiver down your back, ears focused on the sound as the man sobs.

“Please, I’ll do anything… anything you want,” Banks promises softly, his voice shaking.

“You already have, my good man. A confession is worth its weight in gold to my devoted listeners. I did not hear a repentance, Banks, what a shame. There’s still some time left if you want to say your final words.”

Silence on the other end, your eyes narrowing to see if you could hear something.

“No? Well,” the voice on the other end says with a low laugh. “Your funeral. Join me tomorrow night when we feature another special guest.”

The music switches back on abruptly, your rapidly beating heart slowing before your head hits the pillow. You won’t get much sleep tonight, but it doesn’t matter.

You never miss a broadcast.

-

“My coffee?” a shrill voice demands.

Before you can even make the motion to turn around, you know it’s none other than Gaelle Bain, her judgmental eyes looking you up and down, a sneer on her red lipsticked mouth. 

“About time,” Gaelle quips, watching you pour the coffee into her cup. “Don’t expect a tip.”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, Gaelle cocks her head to the side.

“You look like a mess. Does Robert know how unkempt you look? The man has standards, you know. So should you.”

The urge to pour the scalding liquid into her lap is a thought you entertain for a moment, remembering your place. There’s a hierarchy at play and your finances aren’t stable enough to take the hit, let alone the jailtime you’d face.

“Can I get you anything else?” you ask, forcing your voice to be mild, even sweet.

“An apology,” Gaelle demands.

“Pardon me,” another voice interrupts, immediately catching your attention. “If the lady is finished with her incessant and petty demands, I would like to order, please.”

In the back of the café, hidden under the low light, a man leans back in his chair, face obscured by a newspaper. His tailored clothes catch your attention, right down to the lacquered cane at his side.

Deep down, you know that voice. It doesn’t have the slight pitch that you’ve grown accustomed to but it’s there, just the same.

Pulling your notepad out of your apron, cautiously moving toward the occupied table, you see the newspaper lower, the man smiling up at you. It’s unnerving, the way the smile doesn’t go away. 

“What can I get for you?”

“Oh,” the man says with a glint in his eye. “On the contrary, it looks like I could do something for you.”

Looking past you, he notices Gaelle sipping her coffee, glaring in your direction.

“I could show her some manners if you like.”

“Oh, um,” you stammer, noticing the intense way he is staring at you. “It’s fine.”

“Really?” he asks, giving you another sly smile. “If you’re absolutely certain.”

“I’m not,” you rush out, feeling your face get hot with your embarrassment of telling the truth. “Madame Bain always been that way. It just takes getting used to.”

“You get used to ill-mannered wretched women? Oh, ho, ho,” he chuckles, folding his newspaper. “You poor soul. Why, there’s nothing worse than a person who sells their self-respect for a little bit of money. You could do better, dear.”

“She’s miserable,” you confess, gripping your pencil tighter. “May I take your order?”

“Hmm. I’ll take the house special but with a slight request. I do see you have venison on the menu but that is on your dinner menu it appears. Would I be able to substitute the bacon for the venison?”

It’s a weird request that you don’t dare question.

“I could check in the back.”

“Wonderful! Then, if it is allowed, I’ll have that.”

“Of course, I’ll be right over with your coffee.”

He waves you away with a grin.

“Take your time,” he says, cleaning off his monocle. “I do intend to have a chat with your patron over here.”

“Please don’t,” you beg, shoving your notebook into your apron. “Sir, I could get -”

“Nonsense,” he interrupts. “A little chat among café patrons is all. I’ll have my coffee first, if you please.”

You hand your head, anxiety spiking when you turn around, feeling him stand up behind you. He towers over you, enough to make you shudder before you head back toward the kitchen.

-

“Venison? For breakfast?” Frank questions you with a twitch of his brow. “What sort of request is that?”

“Can you do it?” you ask, trying to keep calm as the cook opens the ice box.

“What’s your hurry? Miss Uptight Britches got to you?”

“No,” you lie. “It’s for another customer. Dressed sorta fancy, haven’t seen his kind around.”

“Fancy, eh?”

“Can you do it?”

Frank rolls his eyes, pulling out a big piece of meat wrapped in white butcher paper.

“Yeah, yeah, calm down, will you? I got it.”

Giving a relieved sigh, you head back outside, noticing that Gaelle is gone, leaving only the man at the back of the room. There’s a tip on her former table, your eyes settling on it before you head past, pouring the cup of coffee. Giving him a smile, he notices you looking back at the table.

“We had a good chat,” he assures you. “Even left you a tip. You should take it. You’ve earned it.”

He picks up his cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips while you move away from his table.

The tip is generous, more than what you would make within a day.

“Order up!” Frank shouts.

Grabbing the plates and scurrying over to his table and placing them down with ease, he surveys the breakfast spread, an appreciative glance on his handsome face.

“This looks wonderful. Thank you.”

It’s sincere. Not like the other times you’ve been waved away like a nuisance, only to be called back to be blamed for the temperature of the food.

Refilling his coffee cup, he takes a bite of his breakfast, eyes closing in bliss.

“My compliments to the chef. I do believe I’ve found my new favorite place.”

-

Exhaustion blurs your eyesight while reaching for your pillow, once again ignoring the clock. Your feet throb with the overwhelming amount of tables you had throughout the day and well into the afternoon. Despite your tiredness, you’re determined to tune into tonight’s broadcast.

You were careful not to let on that you had a hunch of who you were serving in the early hours of the morning. 

The sounds of Fats Waller make you move your legs to the beat, eyes closing for just a moment as the same static interrupts. 

“So thankful you could tune in tonight. I have a very special guest who is just dying to say hello. She hails from the 7th Ward and is from a very prominent family. It is my pleasure to introduce Madame Gaelle Bain.”

Eyes fluttering open at the mention, you pull yourself up, heart thumping in your chest.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” he says, the sound of movement over the airwaves before there is an ear-piercing scream.

“Help! Someone help me!”

She is silenced before she can go any further.

“Oh, Madame Bain,” he says with a suck of his teeth. “There is no foreshadowing on my program. We’ve gone over the rules, haven’t we? Composure and manners are key.”

There’s a small sniffle and then an exhale, a tremble of a voice before it finally comes within earshot.

“Yes.”

“Good,” the voice confirms. “Why don’t we discuss manners, hmm? The unsung heroes these days are our front facing customer service representatives, isn’t that right, Madame Bain? Back breaking labor for little wages, hoping for a tip that is based on how much they cater to you. Strange then, isn’t it, Madame Bain, that you would you demand an apology from such a harried waitress and then refuse to leave a tip? My listeners would love to understand your thought process.”

“It…” Gaelle speaks, her voice shaking. “It was a mistake.”

“Of course it was. Only because you were caught. Taught some manners, am I right?” the voice asks before giving a forced laugh. “Speaking of manners, might I suggest to those out there listening that they patronize the Magnolia Café. I mean, I must tell you that the waitress there was quite phenomenal, and my coffee was always refilled before I even had a chance to ask. My breakfast was outstanding! Do make sure you stop by, won’t you? What about you, Madame Bain? I’m sure you have a glowing review.”

“She was very attentive,” comes her plea.

Frowning at her forced lie, you can’t help but think about how she treated you.

“How was your coffee?”

“Perfect,” she answers.

“And her hospitality?”

“Fine.”

“Oh, come now, you needn’t lie to my listeners. Why, I seem to recall you getting rather upset that she hadn’t poured you a cup of coffee right when you sat down. Nevermind that the poor girl was running the kitchen as well since the cook was late. We must always be kind to those who serve us. You never know what they are going through.”

“Of course. I simply was in a… in a hurry, you see.”

“In a hurry,” he repeats, placing yourself closer to the radio. “Whatever were you in the hurry for? It is a fine establishment, one that takes pride and care in their food. Excellence doesn’t happen in seconds.”

“I…”

“Oh, admit it, Madame Bain. You were being rude. It’s alright to confess. In fact, I’d rather you tell the truth.”

“Please, I…”

“Oh, you can’t go yet without a proper apology. After all, you did demand one earlier, did you not?”

“It was a mistake,” she whispers. “I’m sorry for being so rude.”

“Well, that’s what we call a breakthrough, folks. An uptight socialite who finally has to apologize. I bet you never thought you’d hear that happen. A first, dear listeners. Now Madame Bain, I do want to thank you for taking time out of your very busy schedule to be on my broadcast. It is simply an honor to have someone of your… caliber on my show. As always, we will end it on a high note. Thank you all for listening tonight. Madame Bain, allow me to give you a proper sendoff.”

There’s a clatter of a chair, heavy footsteps and then a door slamming shut.

“Goodnight, dear listeners,” the voice says, static growing louder. “Have a pleasant night. I know I will.”

-

Stifling a yawn with the back of your hand, Frank jabs a meaty finger on the newspaper.

“Tired again? Did you even see the papers?”

Looking down, the headline is loud and clear.

Famous Socialite Gaelle Bain Found in a Shallow Grave

“What?” you ask, grabbing the paper. “I just…”

“Guess she sassed you for the last time, eh?” Frank muses, ignoring your glare. “Calm down, will you? She was horrid woman. She won’t be missed.”

“She’s dead, Frank. Someone killed her.”

“Did us all a favor.”

“Frank!”

“I’m just sayin’ that woman was awful and I mean, awful! We gotta all meet our Maker sooner or later. Wherever she’s going, I’m glad she’s there and not here.”

Placing the paper back down, there’s nothing you can say, your mind going back to the radio broadcast. You could go to the police but would they even listen to you? Would it even make sense?

“Better get those menus ready,” Frank reminds you. “We open in fifteen minutes.”

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DOMESTIC LIFE WAS NEVER QUITE MY STYLE…

— married life with alastor back in 1925, louisiana

— is this ooc :(? ive been in a ooc rut ever since school ended i miss my pookies n like i cried so much that day 😔 BTW THIS IS THE FIC I HSED THE ALASTOR AI TEXTS :>

lord above! you have to be some kind of gem to secure a man such as alastor. to be that woman, it’s almost certain that you’re someone who understands alastor in ways no one else has.

he doesn’t tend to express his affections physically, but more than makes up for it through his sweet nothings and lavish gifts

he’s most definitely the type to spoil his wife, but only if you ask him for it yourself. he doesn’t want to buy things you have no use for

has a trust fund in his will set for you if, god forbid, he died before you. he doesnt want his love to worry about money, just let him take care of it.

unlike many households at the time, alastor would help with the chores. despite his full-time job, he’d sorta understand that taking care of a house is a full-time job in itself since he’d spent his childhood watching how hard his mother works so, he agrees to always split chores with you.

because of his work, and his popularity, his boss asks that he comes in early to host the morning segment of the show. because of this, it’s not often that you two share a morning together. but, he still remembers to kiss your pretty head good morning, occasionally adding a request for dinner

his mother is MORE than happy to welcome you into the family. she’s just glad that her son found someone that makes him happy.

honestly on the fence about kids. on one hand, it’d make his mother really happy, as well as how it’s expected at the time period. but, he isn’t too interested in physically showing his desires. and, he is quite busy as well with his job and the whole murdering thing. it’s only if you ask him explicitly that he’d decide to look into it, maybe adoption? :>

quite good at putting your insecurities at ease. sweet nothings for days on end can come out of his mouth and he’s still not done.

as you sob into alastor’s chest, his arms wrap around your body warmly as he plays with your hair. "whenever you’re ready to talk, my love.” he held you close, wiping your tears until you were ready to talk.

alastor listened silently as you told him of all your doubts; that you weren’t a good wife, the whispers of every woman in town, everything. “my love, i’ll love you no matter what. it’s the woman inside that i am in love with.” he says as he brushes the hair out of your face, gazing down at you lovingly. “i won’t lie, there are times when you are… feisty. but, it’s your passion and intelligence that always bring me back to you.”

your lips quiver as you try to quell your tears. “can… can you swear that? that you’ll love me no matter what..?” his gaze became gentle as he saw the genuine doubt in your expression. “you have my word, dear. no matter what happens, i’d never stop loving you. even if we fought everyday, i would still be a fool for you. because, well… i suppose the heart wants what the heart wants. and, it is you that my heart yearns for, love.” alastor assured you, his eyes falling as he spoke.

as the sweet nothings fell from his lips, your tears ceased, finding the warmth in his touch. “thank you, dear… you always know how to make me feel better, i love you so much…” you sighed, curling into his touch. “mmh, i love you as well, my pretty girl.” he grinned, kissing your forehead.

as stated above, alastor is not particularly attracted to your looks, but moreso your intelligence and your ability to see right through that charming facade of his. funnily enough, it started a healthy relationship for one of the most deranged men out there.

he’d also be quite attracted to you if you joined him one night. nothing’s more attractive than your beautiful wife in a pretty dress he bought for you all bloodied up with a knife in your hand.

he loves to show you off to the newspapers as his pretty doll, not only because you’re quite the eye candy, but to also make you confident in yourself

he’d still get jealous whenever he’d catch someone staring too long though. ironically enough, he thinks it’s adorable when you get jealous and pout your face. he’s your’s after all, body and soul! why fuss over something that’s not gonna happen?

arguments are quite rare since alastor doesn’t tend to do things that are argument worthy. one of the few reasons you tend to argue is when alastor heads to the club after work and comes home drunk and much later than he intended to. and, after all that, he still apologizes for coming home late, probably tries to come home early so he can cook dinner the next day as an apology :>

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You have my heart | Prologue

Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader

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The sound of footsteps could be heard all across the ballroom. Soft mumbling and shuffling beside you, quiet curses behind you. "Lady's tongue is blessed. Don't break that rule" They said. Your mother would wash your mouth with soap if she'd ever hear you curse.

- One two three.. One two three. - You danced to soft waltz with a man definitely much older than you. Dance is such a strong word, you'd prefer to say you were just taking small steps, almost falling asleep.

Your mother organised a ball every year, unknown occasion. She said that it's a tradition that the roots have grown from her great great great aunts great grandmother cousins. The ball should start with the guest drawing a number which assigns their seat. Completely random, of course, where's the fun if all of them knew where they're seated? Pheraps they can test their luck and seat beside Caroline Jane Wilque herself! You never knew how people were so excited to seat beside your mother. She was rich but quite boring.. but rich.

For some reasons only her and your father had assisted seats. You? You had to draw like everyone else, hoping for the best. When you asked her about it she just stated "Dear, it's a tradition and only the honoured woman, me of course, and honorable man can be seated. When I'll step in my coffin you may and will be the honoured woman herself!" You didn't had any interests in taking her place.

Yes, it was a privilege and so much glory, but you truly weren't interested in those things. You just wanted to live a free life, away from the bust city. Maybe besides a forest? You'd adopt an another pet and live there until your life would come to an end.

However you knew that it was impossible. "You will have to find a wealthy man and marry him. That's the only way for you to have a good future for you and your future children." You didn't want to believe her but it was true. These times are truly messed up. You just felt like you were born in the wrong generation. The second step after drawing a seat number would be.. Your thoughts were interrupted by a cough.

- Oh my apologies Mr. Gerald i got a bit carried away. - You apologised after thinking that you stepped on his feet.

- No need to apologise young lady, however the trials are over. - Gerald stated, letting go of you. Your eyes were met with a complete empty ballroom. The exception being you, Gerald and a maid cleaning after someones mess.

You chuckled nervously, mumbling an apology and running off to my mother.

- Wine? - Your servant asked, holding a bootle of fresh red wine. You politely declined, going back to eating your dinner. It was absolutely disgusting and quite disappointing. You thought, since your family was so wealthy, maybe you'd eat something more tasty than this. They were starving you, just because you'd have fit in your corset on the great ball.

"Grow up, raise children, keep the house clean and provide emotional support for your future husband." Your mother words rang in your head. "For now you only have to look pretty for the family."

- Tea? - The same servant asked, this time holding a porcelain cup. You once again declined, listening on your parents conversation. "The ball shall be only for the wealthy. Not for those amateurs." The woman, called your mother stated. Your father just nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with her opinion.

You needed a plan to get out of the dining room. To not eat the "food" that they provited you. But how? You questioned yourself. "Pheraps we shall change the tradition a bit? A masquerade ball sounds pleasant." The man gave his opinion to the woman he married. "I'd rather not change it, I prefer old traditions, you know that. Besides you knew it came from my great great great aunts great grandmother cousins." Sounds like a fight that's about to start, an opportunity for you to sneak out. "Woman, i will do what I please."

- Coffee? - The same servant asked for the third time, getting on your nerves. You knew it wasn't his fault, but he should know when to stop. You not-so-politely declined, finally done thinking of an excuse.

Mumbling a quick excuse with an apology, you left the dinner table. "Celestial needs their daily water refill, so sorry" What's the point of thinking of an plan, when they didnt even listen? You turned around to be meet with your plate already cleaned by your servants.

Turning on your heels, you began walking in the direction of your room. Once you arrived, you were met with familiar meowing and scent of your cat, Celestial. He was quite old already, you got him for your sixteenth birthday. Your grandmother know that you didn't have many friends, which wasn't entirely true. She decided to give you a kitten, so he'd keep you company. You've never been happier. Your parents, however weren't so happy of the idea of you having an animal. But after begging them to keep him, they agreed.

You caressed him softly behind his ear, before moving to your bed. You moved one of the floorboard, revealing a neatly packed haversack with some of your clothes in it. You planned on leaving this town household for good for some years already. Never succeeding because of the security.

Besides the haversack was one of your notebooks, where you have written all of your fashion ideas. You always wanted to design clothing, however when your parents discovered your little idea, they weren't happy. It was one of your secrets now. You really had a lot of them.

Patting the spot next to you, your cat, Celestial hopped next to you. Your dear grandma named him and you didn't want to change his name, you thought it was actually really adorable. You grabbed one of your hairbands and put your hair in a bun.

"One day we will escape this household Celestial, You'll see."

please let me know if I should continue this!! I have mixed feelings about it.

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You have my heart | Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader

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Your mother had a tradition of organising a ball every year. The tradition had grown from her great great great aunts great grandmother cousins. She expected for you to get married, raise kids and be the perfect housewife. You, however hated the idea, believing in true love and being an hopeless romantic. You decided to plan your escape from the toxic household..

chapters ->

Prologue

chapter 1

tw ->

chapter 2

chapter 3 (soon..)

❥︎ Dark themes; Graphic descriptions of corpses, stalking, murdering, kidnapping, manipulation,basically Alastor

❥︎ Period-Typical racism

❥︎ Period-Typical sexism

❥︎Use of alcochol

❥︎Use of y/n (rarely)

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'ʸ/ⁿ' ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

❥︎ THIS STORY IS AN EXPERIMENT FOR ME!! I really want to improve my writing so I decided to write a full on fanfiction. This story is completely improvised and is a comedy. I hope you'll understand.

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what if in the evening, their s/o leaves, saying that they went to buy themselves a snack. They told the character that they would come in an hour and that everything would be fine. they end up missing for three days. and then on the third day, late at night, s/o comes back, all beaten up, covered in blood. limping, trying to quietly get up to their room, the character sees them. s/o tries to laugh it off, but then sighs and explains everything. as it turns out, s/o met his family, who lived in hell all this time. this family is the main mafia of Pentagram City, and they... weren’t happy to see them.

For Husk plsss🙏🙏❤️

Where were you?

Husk x Gn! Reader

༉‧.tw - Angst, swearing, stalking, mafia, mentions of abuse, alcoholism, death and toxic family. Please inform me if you find more!!

༉‧.words - 1.2k

༉‧.a/n - I've never wrote for Husk so it might be out of character i apologize!! Hope you enjoy. I also love this request so much!! Hope you didn't mind that I changed few things. <3

You and your lover, Husk wanted to organize an movie night. The only problem was that there were no snacks left in the hotel. And you just couldn't watch anything without eating anything through it. You decided to sacrifice yourself to go to the shop to buy some. "I needed some fresh air anyways."

You told your boyfriend that you will be back in an hour. Husker truly wanted to go with you, but he couldn't. Alastor didn't allow him to leave the hotel for some reasons. He knew that the streets were extremely dangerous. That the pentagram city was dangerous. But there's nothing he could do about it.

You told him to not worry and that everything will be fine. It wasn't the first time that you went alone somewhere. Sinners know you! Maybe its not such a good thing.

After some convincing he finally agreed. However it's not like you wouldn't go if he didn't agree anyways. You'd just sneak out!! Then surprise him and almost give him a heart attack "why didn't you listen to me?" But you won't have to do that now. Besides it's not like you would just disappear somewhere.

"Hey" You heard your boyfriend say behind you. You turned your head in his direction, mentioning that he can continue. "Be safe, okay?".

You smiled sweetly, saying that he doesn't need to worry. You waved him goodbye as you left the hotel.

It wasn't suppose to end like that.

Husker was growing worried. You said that you'd come back after an hour. He looked at the clock, 30 minutes ago. Where are you? He wanted to go and look for you, but he knew he couldn't.

Maybe he was just overthinking?? It's not like someone kidnapped you. He knew that you could protect yourself if you wanted too. You weren't weak.

How did they even find me?

He began asking others if they saw you. Angel Dust was the first one as he was sitting at his bar, bugging him. He just shrugged him off, not knowing where you are.

The second one was Charlie as she needed Angels help. "They're not in the hotel? I thought that they were in their room sleeping." She stated, gesturing to Angel Dust to come with her, he groaned in annoyance. She reassured him before she dissapered with Angel. "I'm sure that she will be back soon, don't worry!"

How could he not worry when you're gone? Husks anxiety only raised. He doesn't know where you went. Where the fuck are you?

Were they stalking me?..

It's been already 3 hours. The third one that Husk asked was Niffty as she was running after bugs near his bar.

"Niff, have you seen-" He got cutted off. Niffty, already knew who he was looking for. "Nooo-" She started but then got startled by the bug that was running away from her. "-OOOO"

Husk could her hear yelling in the distance "Stab, stab, stab.." as she ran away after the bug. He then started to ask Vagatha and Sir pentious.. None of them knew where you were. He was worried sick.

He then realised that the only one he hasn't asked was Alastor. Is it even a good idea to ask him?

Please just leave me alone.

He did anyways. What if Alastor knew where you are? Maybe he'd tell him. You were gone for a day now. 24 fucking hours. Where the fuck were you? He wondered as he started walking to Alastors room.

What a perfect family reunion.

"Well, Husker. I don't know where your significant other went." Alastor looked at him from his book. Smiled creepily as always. "But i may know for a favour."

He wasn't going to fall for it again. Never again.

It hurts..

Everyone in the hotel knew that you were gone. Charlie was worried sick for you but not only for you. She noticed that Husk was extremely.. Worried, sad, mad? But who could blame him? If Vaggie was gone she would react the same. Maybe even worse. She really admired him for acting like nothing happened or atleast trying. You were gone for 48 hours now.

Maybe if I'll try to escape..

He lost it. He was now running around pentagram city, looking for you. He was trying so hard.. Why the fuck couldn't he find you? Where the fuck are you?!

It's been 72 hours. He came back to the hotel late at night. As soon as possible he walked up to his bar and grabbed a Bootle of some booze.

He didn't want to feel like that.

Just forget about you for the night.

Just relax..

How could he relax and forget about you when you're the only one on his mind? That's just bullshit. 15 minutes later he was after his 4th bootle but..

The door creaked revealing your tired and beaten figure. His eyes widened as he saw who it was. He was so fucking happy he could just cry. However he froze after seeing your state;

You were limping, blood running out of your nose and mouth. Clothes all dirty covered in your own blood. One eye purple and hair a mess. You were just trying to tip toe quietly to your room, but you just couldn't.

You took notice of the figure now standing before you. You significant other, your partner, you boyfriend, Husk. You were so relief that nothing has happened to him when you were gone but you didn't want him to see you in your current state.

"Where were you?" He asked, surprisingly calm. As you were about to answer the question he interrupted you. "WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" The alcohol has started to kick in.

"I was worried sick! And you just walk in the hotel like nothing has even fucking happened??!" Tears started forming in your eyes. The last thing you wanted is that someone would yell at you, again.

You just tried to laugh it off, saying that everything is fine. That nothing has happened and that you're okay. You just wanted to go to your room. As soon as you saw that he wasn't buying any of this you sighed and gestured to the couch, telling him that maybe you both should sit down.

After you sat down and explained everything, detailed he felt terrible. The alcohol he drank wasn't helping at all. He just unknowningly started crying and it wasn't like him at all.

He apologised so many fucking times saying that he was looking for you, wanting to find you, but he just couldn't locate your location. That he should've looked harder, maybe then you wouldn't be tortured like that.

He wanted to treat your wounds but you said that it would be better if you'd do it yourself. You knew that he wanted to help you but after the alcohol he consumed maybe it wasn't the best idea.

After that you both went to Huskers room, wanting to just sleep. Then before you both fell asleep you cracked a joke. "Sorry the stores were out of snacks, I had to fight for the last candy and then some homeless kid snatched it away from me."

"Not funny.." You heard him mumble

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Every single Alastor smut where he bites you so hard it draws blood

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ིᶓ ☆ ᶔྀ ۪ A letter for Alastor. 𓂅 ｡ ｡ ｡

Alastor received a letter from his mother.

human!Alastor

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My dearest Alastor,

Promise you'll love her. Promise you'll at least let her know. You say she's the one for you, make sure she is, forever and always. Don't let this one get away.

Don't ignore this feeling. Love is a natural thing. It comes at the right time, and now is the time for you. Embrace it, you love somebody. Why should you be ashamed?

Everyone has a love for someone, they just have to accept it.

You've made the mistake of ignoring your love many times. You've never spoken up about it, and there's a good chance you never will. The others say you're the one who won't ever have a romantic relationship, and you're not sure how to feel about it. You love someone, and You've loved many others, yet some of them will never know.

You never speak about love. You think you're too scared to. “What if she doesn't love me back?” “What if she hates me?” “What if everything from that point forward becomes awkward and it ruins the friendship we have?” You've always tended to let the bad overtake the good until there were too many negatives for you to feel safe with your feelings. If you can't handle love on your own, how could you possibly put your heart in someone else's hands?

Don't be scared, Alastor. Don't let her slip away. Love can fade over time. Before you know it, she's just another girl that used to mean something to you. Let her know, Alastor. Let her know you love her.

With lots of love, mom