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If anyone has any questions about HITWH (Heart in the wrong hands) feel free to ask 😁

Chapter 5 is underway at 1.7k words currently and is about half way. I apologise for the slow writing, Irl stuffs

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OMG OMG OMG

HE LOOKS SO DUMB BUT I LOVE HIM

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Heart In the Wrong Hands - Chapter 4

A/N: Saluations sinners, good to be back, Yes I know its been a while since I posted a new chapter and admitedly this was done 2 weeks ago but I procrastinated posting until I have chapter 5 started. currently im about half way through it so hopefully it will be done soon.

SORRY ITS SO SHORT

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Start - Prologue

Previous Chapter - Chapter 3 

Read more? - Master post 

Read elsewhere? - AO3

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Warnings 

Time period typical Racism 

Time period typical Sexism

I’m no longer putting ‘Swearing’ as a warning. Assume it to be in most if not all chapters. If any derogatory words are used I will put that as a warning but at this point I don't plan on adding such words. 

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

Word count - 676

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~ Y/N ~ 

Your heart was still beating when you entered your shared house. Your errands run had gone a lot better than you had expected. Alastor had been a surprisingly pleasant surprise. Although he was very much a stranger to you still, you felt… safe? Comfortable? In his presence. It was ridiculous really, feeling safe in a strange man's company. Perhaps it was his voice, you did seem to get fixated on his voice early during the day (that you couldn’t forget, no matter how much you wanted to). He was a radio host, of course his voice was familiar and comforting. 

You knew it was wrong to spend time with Alastor for multiple factors: You were engaged to Virgil, your wedding was not far away, Alastor was an unattached darker skinned man. If you were caught it would strike tragedy for both of you. You knew Alastor was a radio host, one of a high position at that. It was likely a difficult feat for him to reach such a role. 

Virgil had left home a week prior, incredibly pleased with himself. He didn't tell you information related to his work often, it simply isn't important to the woman of the house. That time however, he wouldn’t stop speaking about how he was about to close a massive deal with NORS (New Orleans Radio Station). He hadn’t even verbally abused you that morning, that was rare. Usually he complained about the food or the morning coffee you made him. If the food was satisfactory he found some other minor issue to complain about. That morning, he didn’t. 

When he came home late in the afternoon, you hoped he would be in just as good of a mood. Unfortunately it seemed something had soured his mood. You had managed to gather that he did score the deal, that he had achieved what he had set out to do. 

What had apparently caused his sour mood was none other than who he referred to as “a lucky black street rat who didn't deserve what he was given.” You weren't oblivious, last night  at the party it became very clear who that man was. 

None other than the man who had been parading around town with you just this morning. 

It was around noon now and you were to expect Virgil home very soon. You didn't have time to dwell. 

So you set to work.

Carrying the bags of produce to the kitchen, you set them down on the counter and turned to grab the other remaining bags. Once they all sat on the counter you set to work unpacking them and placing the necessary items into the ice box and the others in their respective cupboards. 

It wasn’t long after that when the lock clicked open from the front door and Virgil, looking annoyed as usual, paraded in. His eyes were cold and very clearly focused on you, eyes lasered into you. 

You stepped close to him, trying to hide your shakiness and the slight ache in your back from last night. 

“Virgil, welcome home. I was just unpacking but I will get started on your lunch right away. Please have a seat-” You spoke only to be interrupted. 

“Have a fun day dear?” he spoke while leaning in the doorway. The false politeness in his tone didn't escape your notice. 

“I…yes my trip was quite delightful, I got everything done reasonably fast and all the products were ripe,” you responded. You hid your hands behind your back in hopes he wouldn't notice the shakes.

“You know damn well that isn’t what I’m referring to Y/N.” You shuddered as he spoke, how could he already know? It hadn’t even been 10 minutes since you got home, how had word already spread? 

Before you could speak, he spoke again. 

“What makes you think it’s acceptable to walk around, trailing that creature like a puppy. I’m the one you should follow, I’m the one who you should be trailing behind. Let's get one thing clear. You are mine.” 

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Sorry for the shorter chapter. I felt as though it was right to end it at this part. Based on my notes chapter 5 should be longer (unless I break it into 2)

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Heart In the Wrong Hands - Chapter 3

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A/N: Definitely didnt take me 2+ months to write a new chapter... NOPE! But its double the length of the last chapter.

anyway heres chapter 3 :) I originally wanted this to go really slow but I think its going to be a faster paced story purely based off the fact that im struggling to find the motivation to write all the world building and slow stuff. I WANNA GET INTO THE GOOD BITS.

Still dont have a schedule but will try to update more regularly.

Also I made an Ao3 account so if anyone prefers to read on that plat form, click here

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Start - Prologue

Previous Chapter - Chapter 2 

Read more? - Master post 

Warnings:

Time-period typical sexism 

Mentions of past domestic abuse (from chapter 1) 

Cannibalistic thoughts 

Thoughts of past murder (From chapter 2)

Swearing

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

Word count - 2643

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~ Y/n Pov ~

“Is this satisfactory Virgil?” You force a shaky smile onto your face. Hopefully he buys it, hopefully he thinks it's okay and you'll be let off the hook lightly. You had rinsed and scrubbed for at least 3 hours, your knees ached from the hardwood floor. 

Virgil narrowed his eyes and carefully examined every single inch of the white suit coat. 

“This is acceptable I suppose. But only because you have other jobs to do.” He carelessly tossed the coat aside and onto the floor. He would no doubt make you clean it AGAIN. 

“The kitchen and living room need cleaning, the bed sheet needs to be changed, we need clean laundry and dinner needs to be cooked. Oh and groceries, we need more bread, milk, eggs- you know what I’ll just be merciful and write you a list,” he waved his hand dismissively before walking off to the kitchen.

Well at least he’s not leaving it up to your memory this time. Usually you would be given a verbal list of 10-20 items and he would always complain that you didn't get him this, or forgot that even though you were 90% sure he hadn’t asked for it in the first place. 

When he finally came back he was holding a loooooooooong list. The paper dragged across the floor and your eyes followed it from his hand down to the ground. 

You were in for a long shopping trip. 

~ Alastor Pov ~

Alastor strolled down the streets of New Orleans seemingly unplagued by the night's prior events. On the exterior he was the definition of prim and perfect. Hair straightened to perfection, back straight and arms tucked behind his back with his chin held high. 

Inside, however, was a different story in its entirety. 

He couldn't shake the feelings from last night. They were foreign to him. Fear was not something he felt, it just wasn’t. He wasn't scared per say, more so concerned, protective.

His mind had played a trick on him, he had seen you. He knew he had seen you. But it wasn’t you, so why did he keep worrying? Why did you plague his mind?

Interesting…

Alastor sighs and is about to take a seat on a bench when he notices a woman. 

Oh, isn't this a treat

~ Y/n Pov ~

The streets were rather empty at the early hour. You were strolling the streets, list in hand and counting the egg cartons in your bag. Two. They only had two and Virgil had asked for three. That wouldn’t do by his standards and you knew that well, but the best thing to do was gather all the other groceries in hopes to dampen the blow. 

You pulled the list out from your pocket and mentally checked off the items you'd already gathered. All you had left was… some beef and veal from the butcher, and some potatoes, sweet corn and tomatoes. Not too much but, you'd been up since 6am and had stayed up till 2 am cleaning Virgil's jacket. Least to say you were exhausted. 

“My, what a delightful surprise, Y/n wasn't it?” came a familiar, smooth transatlantic accented voice from behind. 

Now where have I heard that voice before…?

The voice sounded rather empty, as if it usually had an filter or soemthing over it.. static? Radio! It was the voice from the radio, what was his name..? Albert? Al… Alastair? Alastor! That’s who’s voice it was. 

Sure enough when you refocused and turned around you saw the man you had met the night prior waving at you with a charming smile.

“Well don't keep a man waiting for a response dear.” he replied in a tone far too chipper for this hour of the morning. How did he have so much energy?

“Ah, sorry, good morning Mr Alastor.” You smiled at him absentmindedly. He seemed to be in a far better mood than Virgil, then again that wasn't exactly difficult. 

“And a lovely morning it is. How are you doing on this fine day?” He grinned, leaning forward slightly towards you with his hands clasped behind his back

“Oh, I’m fine, nothing special. Just the usual.” You responded and the subtle eye twitch you didn’t notice would’ve told you he knew otherwise. He had heard the abuse after all, and it didn’t escape him that you walked with a slight limp. 

He leaned in further raising a brow and looking down at the list in your hands. 

“quite the list there. Is this all for that insufferable fiancé of yours?” This time you did notice the twitch of his eye. It didn’t surprise you that he wasn’t fond of Virgil based on their interactions the night prior.  

“Well, yes. It’s the least I could do for him after spilling the wine on his coat like that… I’m not even sure what knocked me. Doesn’t matter though it’s still my fault.” At your words Alastor’s seemingly ever present smile seemed to falter a little. You couldn’t figure out why. 

~ Alastor Pov ~

Oh the poor girl. Had I known he’d react like that to her I wouldn’t have pushed her..

What? 

No, surely that wasn’t right. Of course he would’ve. Why should he care for this girl? He wanted to annoy Virgil, get under his skin (metaphorically and literally) and if this girl was a way to do that…

“Say darling, may I accompany you on your endeavours? I’m sure it must be quite dull by yourself” he said and without even waiting for an answer he plucked the list out of your hands before you could even register his question. 

“Seems you have quite the long list for the man. Say, have you got the meat yet? I need to head to the butcher as well for my own meals.” (Although he much preferred hunting his own) He chuckled as you blinked and opened your mouth to speak before clearly changing your mind. 

“Wonderful! I’ll lead the way. Have you been to Creole Cuts? They have a fine selection of meat there-“ 

~ Y/N Pov ~ 

Finally coming out of your confusion you looked down to see the list Virgil had given you was no longer in your hands. When you looked back up you noticed Alastor was walking away with YOUR list in his hand as he eccentrically waved his hands around as he spoke about… butchers? 

Clearing your mind enough you turned to chase after him, not running (because that wouldn’t be proper) but still walking decently fast. 

“Sir? I believe you have something of mine. Could I… have my list back?” You managed to stammer out. Your hands shook slightly, still gripping the heavy shopping bags. You were speaking out to a man… surely he wouldn’t respond nicely but you had to, if you didn’t get the list back then you would surely mess up Virgil’s order and he would be even angrier. 

“No need dear. I shall be accompanying you so I will hold onto the list. Besides, you have heavy bags already.” He spoke, not even facing you nor offering to help with the ‘heavy bags.’

“But-“ 

“No buts, I have made up my mind and will be joining you. Now as I was saying..” he continued to speak but you tunned him out. God this man could talk, but you supposed he needed to to work as a radio host. 

With a sigh you followed him, simply listening as he talked about his favourite butcher. It wasn't your regular one but that was alright, any would do. What would not do however, is to be seen with him so openly in public. You just had to hope that since it was early morning you wouldn't be spotted. He hadn’t exactly left you with any other options. 

Were all men this insufferable?

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This man did not stop talking for even a second. You had long since lost track of what he was saying, too focused on his voice. 

What?

His voice? 

Why were you so…. Mesmerised focused on his voice?

“Ah, just in time for opening. Well get the freshest there is. Come along now,” Alastor's cheerful voice broke you from your spiralling thoughts. Probably best not to dwell on it. 

You followed him into a brick building with a wooden sign above it, ‘Creole Cuts.’ Creole hmm? Well that would certainly explain the colour of his skin. 

“Alastor! My friend, it has been far too long. Where have you been?” a short plump blonde woman called out to him. She was seated on a tall wooden stool behind the counter but hopped down and made her way around to give Alastor a hug which he reciprocated. 

“Mimzy, darling! It really has been a good minute hasn't it? I've been around, busy with my radio and other hobbies.” his small wink didn't escape you but you didn't question it. “And what about you? Hanging around ol’ Rosie’s shop are ya?” 

“Well after her speakeasy got discovered a few days back the lady needed a place to stay and some cover. Least I could do for an old friend. Sides, she's great company,” said another woman who came out from the backroom, carrying a few bags of meat in her hands. She was tall but not quite as tall as Alastor. She had a wide brimmed sun hat atop her head despite being indoors and hiding most of her short blonde hair. 

“And who might this little lady be, Al?” asked the first one, who Alastor had earlier addressed as Mimzy

“Ah yes! My apologies. This here is Y/n” Alastor spoke as he walked around to your side and placed his hand on the small of your back making your body tense at the strangely intimate touch from a man who is mostly a stranger. “She's the fiance of my boss. Met her last night at some fancy party at the Callahan manor. The poor doll was sent on a shopping trip with a list the same length as this building. So, I kindly donated my time to accompany her on her errands.” he spoke as if this was some charity work. 

“Oh dear. Well what's on the list I can provide?” spoke the tall blonde woman who seemed to be the owner. And Alastor had said this was… Rosie’s shop? So… Rosie, her name must be Rosie. 

“Oh! Yes, can I grab 2 beef sirloins?  And a veal cutlet please.” you asked and started reaching for your wallet. If Alastor wanted to chat with these people then he could go right ahead. You however, did not have time for that today, not with the workload Virgil had provided you.

Rosie seemed to be good at reading you and could tell you were in a rush so she simply hummed a nod and grabbed a bag to start packaging your meat. 

“When you’re done with Y/n’s could you grab me my usual from the back?” Alastor asked as he stepped up beside you. 

“Ah, couldn't you get your own last night?” Rosie asked with a knowing smirk. Did this girl have a death wish? Speaking back to a man like that? Had you even suggested Virgil was incapable of doing whatever she was referring to, you wouldn't be able to sit up for weeks. Now that you thought of it, how come a woman was working as a butcher? 

Before you could ask Alastor spoke up. “Such a shame Franklin didn't make it back from the war. Are you still managing alright?”

“Nothing I can’t handle Al. Besides now I own the shop myself and you know how much I enjoy this line of work.” Rosie smiled back. 

Interesting. She must've had a husband who died in the war. Must have co-owned this shop and now with him dead she owned it herself. A strange woman, but respectable. Not many women worked, they just weren't meant to. Much like yourself many were taught to be house wives, the lady of the house, clean, cook, serve. The fact this woman, Rosie, had broken free from that normal was impressive. 

After handing you your requested meats, you placed them in your bag and Rosie made her way to the back to grab whatever Alastor’s ‘usual’ was. If it was out the back and not on display it must be something unique. Then again, Alastor himself was unique from what you knew so far. 

Your gaze landed on the other girl, Mimzy. She was watching you like a hawk, eyes boring into the side of your head. When your gaze met hers you immediately looked away from the intense quizzical stare. 

A few minutes passed and Rosie returned with the meat for Alastor already packaged. You fiddled in your purse for the money Virgil had given you and handed her the desired amount. You couldn’t help but notice Alastor was paying significantly more for his despite the smaller quantity.

Must just be imported or already prepared.

That's what you put it down to and gave it no further thought. 

After the three said their goodbyes, Alastor ushered you out with his hand on your lower back. He pulled your list from his pocket and read through it. 

“What else haven't you got off this list yet? He asked

“Just the produce. I was going to head to the market on Bourbon street. Virgil says he doesn't trust any others” you replied, more focused on his hand on your back rather than his words. 

“Hmm, suppose we’ll head over there then.” he said as he removed his hand from your back. Bourbon street would be busy no matter the time of day and he knew just as well as you what it would look like if he left his hand on your back as you walked. No, rumors would do neither of you any good so he kept his hands to himself. 

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Buying the produce went surprisingly smoothly. You were both spotted but not by anyone you knew personally. You wouldn't be surprised if the word got around but you hoped that since there was no touching involved it wouldn't form into gossip and reach Virgil. 

You thanked Alastor for his unwanted company and started to head away but he grabbed you by the shoulder and spun you to face him. Your throat went dry as you looked up at him.

“Alastor..?” 

“Surely you don't intend to walk home alone? My car is not very far from here, please, allow me to drive you.” 

“Oh, I shouldn’t thank you though” 

“Nonsense! I insist.” 

You wanted to argue it but ultimately decided arguing with a man in public was far from a good idea. A worse idea than an engaged woman being driven alone by an unclaimed man. 

So you agreed and Alastor drove you back to your house. The drive was spent in a comfortable silence despite the sin you believed you were committing. 

When you arrived Alastor was quick to turn off the car, get out and walk around to your side to open the door before you even had a chance. He extended his hand for you to take with a smile. Reluctantly you took his hand and he helped you out of the car. You thanked him again before quickly retreating into what should have been the safety of your own home. 

~Virgil Pov~

Virgil drove down the street only to see a disgusting sight. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. That black bastard was touching his fiance. His Fiance. 

He watched as Alastor’s hand lingered on yours as he helped you out of his car. Why you had been in his car? Virgil didn't know. What he did know was that you had clearly met with this untrustworthy man without his knowledge. 

This would not do. 

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A/N: For those who ask, I know Rosie wasn't alive when Alastor was, I just wanted to use a known character. I personally dont like using or making OCs.

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Heart in the Wrong Hands Chapter 3 Teaser

I’m making a promise to you all as well as myself…. Chapter 3 of Heart in the Wrong Hands chapter 3 will be up by the 20th of April.

A/N: I am yet to finish it but I have started. I feel horrible for leaving you all with nothing for so long, SOOOOO here’s a teaser of what I have done so far.

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Start - Prologue

Previous Chapter - Chapter 2

Read more? - Master post 

Warnings: 

Mentions of Abuse from chapter 1

Surprisingly thats all the warnings for the teaser.

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Word Count: 388

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~ Y/n Pov ~

“Is this satisfactory Virgil?” You force a shaky smile onto your face. Hopefully he buys it, hopefully he thinks it's okay and you'll be let off the hook lightly. You had rinsed and scrubbed for at least 3 hours, your knees ached from the hardwood floor. 

Virgil narrowed his eyes and carefully examined every single inch of the white suit coat. 

“This is acceptable I suppose. But only because you have other jobs to do.” He carelessly tossed the coat aside and onto the floor. He would no doubt make you clean it AGAIN. 

“The kitchen and living room need cleaning, the bed sheet needs to be changed, we need clean laundry and dinner needs to be cooked. Oh and groceries, we need more bread, milk, eggs- you know what I’ll just be merciful and write you a list,” he waved his hand dismissively before walking off to the kitchen.

Well at least he’s not leaving it up to your memory this time. Usually you would be given a verbal list of 10-20 items and he would always complain that you didn't get him this, or forgot that even though you were 90% sure he hadn’t asked for it in the first place. 

When he finally came back he was holding a loooooooooong list. The paper dragged across the floor and your eyes followed it from his hand down to the ground. 

You were in for a long shopping trip. 

~ Alastor Pov ~

Alastor strolled down the streets of New Orleans seemingly unplagued by the night's prior events. On the exterior he was the definition of prim and perfect. Hair straightened to perfection, back straight and arm tucked behind his back with his chin held high. 

Inside, however, was a different story in its entirety. 

He couldn't shake the feelings from last night. They were foreign to him. Fear was not something he felt, it just wasn’t. He wasn't scared per say, more so concerned, protective.

His mind had played a trick on him, he had seen you. He knew he had seen you. But it wasn’t you, so why did he keep worrying? Why did you plague his mind?

Interesting…

Alastor sighs and is about to take a seat on a bench when he notices a woman. 

Oh, isn't this a treat

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Well thats all for the teaser. As promised I will have chapter 3 up by Sunday the 20th.

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Artwork I made for my art class :) enjoy

(For those wondering where Heart in the Wrong Hands is, I’m working (slowly) on chapter 3 but have been REALLY busy and demotivated)

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Heart In the Wrong Hands - Chapter 2

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A/N: CHAPTER 2!!! Sorry it took so long everyone. Classes just started back up and I've been busy. But I got there eventually. 

The next chapter might take even longer as I would like to plan out a few chapters in advance before posting anymore. I want to make sure there are as little plot holes as possible and for that I need a plan. 

Butttttttt 

If you read to the end perhapssssssss I can give you a sneak peek of what I have planned for the far future of this story. 😉

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Start - Prologue

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1 

Read more? - Master post 

Warnings: 

Time period accurate racism

Time period accurate sexism

Swearing

Domestic Violence 

Murderous thoughts

Murder

Blood (Insert crazy Nifty laugh) 

Mentions of light Stalking 

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

Word count - 1337

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~ Alastor’s POV ~ 

“V-Virgil it was an accident I-“ your voice was shaking from down the hallway. Alastor crept along behind the two of you, his footsteps muted by the felt on his shoes. 

He’d been interested to see how Virgil had reacted. Why he hadn’t expected this? He didn't know. It was very clear Virgil was a traditional man with traditional male views, of course he’d beat his wife over something so… miniscule. 

He heard the door slam shut and the sound of something or someone falling to the floor. Your cry of pain filled his ears. He winced at the sound. He was used to the sounds of others' suffering. He usually enjoyed them. Why was this any different? 

Silly thoughts. Because it wasn’t by his hands. That had to be the answer. That’s what he would believe. 

“Come on, apologise bitch. And then after the party you're cleaning it. I want every stain out by tomorrow night.” Virgil’s voice was muffled through the door. 

“Y-Yes Virgil, I’ll clean it. Good as new…” Your voice shook 

Giving in that easily? How pathetic. But then again, this is how society is. Women were seen as lower… as nothing. Alastor knew that, and he knew you knew that. 

What a boring reaction from the both of you. He’d hoped Virgil would get worked up, and while he did. It was such a basic reaction. So bland and boring. So Alastor turned on his heels and headed back down the hallway towards the party. 

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The party continued. Alastor stood in the corner against the wall, keeping a close eye on the other guests. He recognised a few as other potential targets. There were many people here he wanted dead. However, he couldn’t. Not tonight. It would look far too suspicious on him and the other party members if they were to die right after the party. But oh how he wanted to. 

He glanced around and noted that Virgil had returned shortly after him but you… oh you never seemed to return. He knew why. 

He watched as Virgil continued, seemingly unaffected by his abuse. Sick. He was a sick man. 

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Eventually the party came to a close. Alastor watched as Virgil farewelled the other guests. He had a friendly smile on his face as said his goodbyes. 

The touches however. The subtle touches of all the women leaving didn't slip past Alastor’s notice. 

Virgil was gently touching every woman who left. He did it subtly. Made them seem accidental and innocent. But to Alastor. They were clearly deliberate. 

Then came Alastor’s turn to leave. He could’ve easily left without speaking to the man, but where’s the fun in that? 

“Virgil, Thank you for the invite. It really was a lovely party.” Alastor spoke with a grin and mock tone. “Such a shame your suit was ruined,” his grin widened.

Virgil’s eye twitched as he tried to maintain his calm facade. The subtle eye twitch was plenty enough for Alastor to know just how much the man despised his presence, and oh how he was relishing in it. 

“Alastor.” Virgil managed out with gritted teeth. “I’m very glad you enjoyed yourself. I suppose you don't often get invited to such events, do you?” despite his annoyance Virgil still managed to throw back his insults. Why didn’t that surprise Alastor?

 Despite this, Alastor’s grin only grew. If he wanted to play that game Alastor would be more than happy to oblige. Let the passive aggressiveness begin.

Virgil’s forced smile strained.

“I get invited to quite a few luxurious parties, much more glamorous than tonight's. Although I prefer to keep to myself at this time of the night,” Alastor continued. 

“Probably a wise choice. Don't want to ‘darken’ the mood, do we?” Oh no he did not. He did not just say that. Alastor’s smile tightened at his words. Irritation flared within but he wouldn’t give the shorter man the satisfaction of seeing that his words had ACTUALLY managed to affect him. Instead he just went along with it.

“I suppose not. Well I best be off, it is awfully late. Besides, some of us need our beauty sleep. Perhaps some rest would do you good.” With that, Alastor gave one last false polite nod before turning and walking down the steps. He could practically hear the other man’s teeth grinding. 

A delightful sound indeed. 

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Alastor’s heartbeat rang in his ears as he walked along the quiet street, yet his mind was swirling. Moonlight was the only light illuminating his path. 

“V-Virgil it was an accident I-“ 

Get out of my mind. Why am I thinking of you? 

The only time violence affected him like this was…

His mother.

Never. 

No, he craved the violence. So why did your screams swirl around his head? 

“A-Alan it was an accident please-” a feminine voice sounded from a nearby alley way, quickly followed by a SMACK. 

“Come on, apologise bitch” a cold, deep voice responded to the women’s. 

“Come on, apologise bitch” Virgil’s voice sounded in his ears in the man’s place. 

His legs moved on their own, carrying him towards the alley way. 

He halted to a stopped, now standing just around the corner from where the screams had been heard. Why? Why did his legs walk on their own accord? Why did he care if a woman got hurt? Why did he care if anyone got hurt? Whywhywhywhywhy. 

Why? 

It’s not by my hands. That’s why. 

Let’s change that. 

His grin widened, now reaching across his entire face, cheek to cheek. After dealing with Virgil all night, his muscles were tense. But perhaps the thrill of the hunt would bring him some relief. 

He leaned against the wall just around the corner of the alleyway, waiting. Waiting for the man to finish his own fun before Alastor could have his. 

It wasn’t long before the sound of footsteps approaching rang in his ears. The man (who if he heard correctly was called Alan) stepped out of the alley way, flashed a toothy smile at Alastor before walking off in the other direction. 

Perfect now he could follow him and not worry about the woman seeing. 

He took a few steps forward, eyes fixed on the man’s back. His mind filled with all the possible ways that he could tear that smile from his face. Perhaps he could plunge the knife between his shoulder blades, slowly drag it down, tearing his back open. Or he could cut off his fingers one by one until- 

A pained whimper came from the alley way he was now standing directly in front of. His gaze landed on the poor girl, the one the man had clearly been harming. 

An odd sensation ran through his body. He couldn’t quite figure it out. Scratches and bruises littered her body from head to toe. Crimson liquid dripped down from her face…to her shoulder… down her arm, falling off her fingertips and pooling on the ground below. 

His hands trembled slightly by his side. He’d seen much worse sights before. He’d seen people with torn off limbs, snapped necks and giant holes through their chests. So why? Why did the sight unsettle him so much? 

The woman's face weakly fell to the side, face now visible to Alastor. His heart beat rapidly in his chest… y/n…. 

This couldn't be happening.. No, you were at your home. He knew you were. He had checked on you through the window from the apple tree just outside. 

He clenched his fists and looked at you again.

Except it wasn’t you? 

He furrowed his brows. It wasn't you. It was just some random girl. Yes she was hurt, but it wasn't you. 

Tsk. stupid mind playing tricks on me. Why did I think it was her in the first place? Wait! Where did my prey go?

He tore his eyes from the now unconscious bleeding body in the alleyway and scanned his eyes around him. But the man was gone. 

Lucky Bastard.

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That's the end of chapter 2!  And as promised a sneak peak of what's coming up? 

Hmmmmm what to share. Oh! 

Alastor mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy crash a wedding at some point :> 

Anyway, that's it for now. As always...

Stay Tuned

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Master Post!!!

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Notices

All Content is based on Hazbin Hotel

If its underlined its a link

Fanfics will have warnings on the actual posts. please make sure to read them before reading the full story.

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

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Stories

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~Alastor~

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Heart in the Wrong Hands

Human!Alastor x Engaged F!reader

Ongoing

Prolouge - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - More coming soon

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None yet :(

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~Lucifer Morningstar~

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All Alone With My Ducks

Lucifer Angst week 2025 - Loss/Alone

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Lucifer Angst Week 2025

Day 2 Outcast/Failure - Day 5 Wound/Panic

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All Alone With My Ducks

A/N: Hi Everyone! Thank you for all the support on my fanfiction - Heart in the Wrong Hands. I've been woking on chapter 2 and am aiming to get it out by Sunday but no promises.

Anyway I figured while you all wait you could have this one shot I made for my english class.

Enjoy!

Potential Trigger Warnings

Abandoment

Depression

Word Count: 1321

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“Now presenting... the magic-tastical back flipping rubber duck! Haha! That spits fire! Hold the applause please, okay. Oh, thank you, thank you. Oh god, who am I kidding? This sucks!" He threw the rubber creature away, it landed discarded carelessly among one of the many piles of randomly decorated rubber ducks, all made by him over the past 10 years. 

When he first started creating ducks it was a hobby. He enjoyed the creativity and tiny details he could add to the little creatures. At first they started harmlessly, giving them little hats, or changing their colour. As time went on Lucifer added more and more finer details. Such as differently shaped eyes, little horns or even cutting up fabrics to turn into tiny clothes. 

When the ingenious idea struck him, he had been sure it would be a winner. He'd spent days and nights on end away in his workshop. It had to be perfect. He’d poured his heart and soul into this project. When he was finally done he sat back on his chair, admired his own handiwork. 

It was perfection. The small purple duck before him seemingly stared lovingly into his soul. The rubber blonde hair flowed down over where the duck’s neck would have been had it not been made of rubber. The purple horns curved back just like that of his wife’s. Carefully he picked up the small purple dress hed created and secured it around the duck's body. 

He picked up the little inanimate creature and grinned far wider than he thought possible. 

“Lilith is going to love you!” He quickly stood and swung open the door. For the first time in four days he would leave this workshop. For the first time in four days he would show his wife what he had made. He was sure she would love it. It was her after all. The duck he had made, was a spitting image of her. 

“Lily~” He spoke in a sing song tone as he entered the kitchen where he expected to find his wife cooking. But there was nothing, no one. 

“Lily?..” He slowly scanned the room. Where was she? 

The bedroom! Maybe she wasn’t hungry and had skipped dinner.

With a reformed smile Lucifer ran off with the same excitement as before. 

But that slowly dissipated when he entered the bedroom. 

Lilith was moving between the closet and the bed. On the bed was a large purple suitcase which she seemed to be packing.

“I wasn’t aware you had planned a vacation for us.” He spoke with a nervous chuckle. 

The glare she shot him did nothing to calm his fraying nerves. Something was wrong. Very wrong. 

“‘We’ are going nowhere.” Lilith spoke, her voice devoid of any warmth. 

“What?” Alarm bells rung in Lucifer’s head. “Then, why are you packing?” 

“I'm leaving.” She stopped for a moment and turned to him but quickly resumed her packing.  

“WHAT?!” he repeated.

“You heard me. I’m leaving. Moving out. Bye bye. You understand? Or are you too dense to understand I want a divorce.” Lucifer felt his whole world crumble as she spoke. A divorce? Why? What had he done? 

Lilith seemed to understand exactly what was going on inside his brain. She knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. That's why he needed her. He couldn’t lose her. 

“It’s not what you've done. It's what you haven't done. You’ve been locked away in that workshop of yours for four days. You spend more time in there with your little fake ducklings than you do with your wife. You don't even come down for dinner most nights.” 

Her words shot guilt right to his core. He couldn’t deny them. He knew they were true. He’d been ignoring her in favour of his hobby, of his ducklings. But that didn't mean he didn't love her. Of course he loved her. More than anything.

However Lucifer was incapable of admitting his own faults. He wasn’t the sin of pride for no reason. Sometimes he hated his own pride, but it was a part of him none the less. 

“But I was making a surprise for you. Look!” he forced a smile onto his face as he pushed his hands out with the duck still clutched in his palm. “See… it's you! I made it for you!” 

Lilith laughed and his face fell. He loved her laugh. Loved when she would laugh along with him as they sat together on the couch, watched movies together and cuddled. But this wasn't that laugh. No. This one was cold and devoid of any amusement. This one, he hated. 

“That’s what you’ve been neglecting me for? A fake version of me? Oh that’s just laughable. I can't believe you are what I settled for.” Her words stung deep, piercing his already fragile heart. 

With a snap of her fingers, Lilith's bag was fully packed. Why she didn’t just do that in the first place was unknown to him but it didn't matter right now. What did matter was keeping her. He loved her. Couldn’t lose her. 

“Lily.. darling-” He started only to be instantly cut off

“Don't call me that.” There was no emotion behind her words, it sent a chill down his spine. 

“Okay… Lilith… can we talk this through.. We don't need to make any rash decisions now do we? Ha-ha…” He tried again.

Lilith’s laugh was once again unsettling. 

“No Lucifer. It's over. I've been wanting to leave for nearly a year now but your four day absence to make this abomination was the nail in the coffin. So have fun with your little ducklings. You're going to need them to keep you company.” With that Lilith evaporated into a puff of smoke. He ran. Ran to where she had disappeared as if hoping she’d return. In the process he dropped the duck which bounced and landed upright nearby with a squeak. 

Lilith was gone. 

He was alone. 

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Loneliness hung over him constantly like a fog that never lifts. 

Years had passed. He’d gone through all the stages of grief. 

Denial. 

Wherever he went, he took the duck. The duck he had made of his now ex-wife. He would set the duck down across the table at meal times. He would even feed it (even though it was incapable of eating). 

He would tuck the tiny rubber being into bed next to him at night. Pretending it was his wife. Pretending she’d never left. 

Anger.

He’d yell, scream and argue with the duckling. 

“You’re the reason she’s gone! I wish I had never made you!” he screamed while tears soaked his cheeks. 

Bargaining. 

He’d send her letters. Beg her to come home. 

‘Lilith please come home. I’m sorry. I'll be a better husband. I'll spend more time with you. Anything. Just come home. 

All the while the little Lilith duck sat upon his desk as he wrote. 

Depression. 

After a year of her absence he fell into a deep depression. He no longer denied she was gone. No longer screamed until his throat was raw and cheeks covered in tears. No longer did he bother writing to her. She never responded. Never came home. 

Some days he would sleep the day away, curled up on a bed far too big for just him. The little rubber Lilith duck sat on the shelf in the far corner of his room, watching over him at all times. 

Other days he would be up at his desk, creating ducks. That’s all that seemed to bring him joy now days. Ducks. It was always ducks. 

And that damn Lilith duck always sat on the shelf behind him, mocking him, watching over him. 

You’d assume the fifth and final stage of grief would come, but it never did. He never accepted that she was gone. Instead he wallowed in self pity for the next 7 years. 

He was alone. 

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Heart In the Wrong Hands - Chapter 1

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should I name the chapters? if so leave name suggestions in the comments.

Finally - I made a Wattpad account and book so if you all prefer to read it on there, here is the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388934453-heart-in-the-wrong-hands I'll be updating it at the same time as I post to Tumblr

you guys get to meet Y/n this chapter! yay!

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Previous Part - Prologue

Next Part - Master post

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Warnings: 

Time period accurate racism

Time period accurate sexism

Swearing

Domestic Violence 

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

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Before you read!! -- while yes this is chapter 1, this story won't make much sense unless you read the prologue.

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Okay enjoy!!

~ Alastor’s POV ~ 

Alastor got out of his car and straightened his black bowtie. He didn't often get dressed up further than his usual attire but when he did he made sure he looked pristine. He wanted to piss off Virgil, that was his goal for the night. Showing him that a ‘street rat like him’ owned such nice clothes and was able to look so divine would surely annoy him. 

So he was dressed to the max. He wore a blood red formal shirt, a black waistcoat with red buttons and stripes, black bowtie and white gloves. Additionally he’d spent time washing and straightening all of the curls out his hair. He put on his fanciest pair of glasses and wiped every blood stain off them till they were spotless. 

(A/N: This picture is how I envisioned him in this scene. This is not my art)

Alastor stared up at the large white mansion he couldn’t help but scoff. Of course Virgil lived in a house like this. He rolled his eyes and followed the other guests in, his long legs carrying him easily up the stairs. 

He took in his surroundings carefully. He was in a large room which was decorated way over the top with all sorts of decorations in gold and white. He spotted Virgil chatting to a few important looking people but what caught his eye was someone else. 

Standing there with Virgil's arm wrapped around her shoulders, was a woman. She was wearing an extravagant white dress which matched Virgil’s white suit. It didn't take a genius to realise they clearly shared some form of romantic relationship. 

~ Y/n’s POV ~

How long did you have to keep up the act? Virgil’s hand was gripped tight around your shoulder and you had to force your body to relax. And these damn shoes, your feet ached.

 Virgil was chatting away with a few guests who you didn't know and you kept zoning out. Occasionally you’d nod in agreement, having no idea what you were agreeing with. 

That was until you noticed a man enter. He was tan skinned, a few shades darker than accepted by society. you had no problem with that but you knew Virgil did. So what was he doing here? 

The man turned his head and looked directly at you. It felt like he was staring into your soul and you immediately tore your eyes away from him and back to the floor at your feet. 

You could feel his stares and you were hyperaware of the footsteps approaching you. Why was he coming closer.. 

“Oh… Alastor. You actually came?” You felt Virgil’s arm grip tighter as he spoke. 

“But of course I did. Thee Virgil Callahan has graced me with an invite, I’d be a fool to deny it” The man spoke and you looked up to see him place his hand on his chest. 

“And who is this lovely lady you have here?” Lovely lady? Was he talking to you? Shit, he was staring at you again.

“I-I’m Y/n.. Nice to meet you… Alastor was it?”

“Yes indeed! You may have heard of me from my radio sh-”

“Alright that's enough. Y/n, we don't speak to filth like him.”  Virgil interrupted, pushing you behind him and out of Alastor’s reach 

This whole situation made you feel uneasy. What the hell was happening? And why? Why did you want to keep talking to this man? There was something familiar about him. What was he saying before? Something about radio? Alastor… radio… 

You peaked over Virgil’s shoulder. “Oh! You're the man from the radio! Alastor Hartfelt! I used to listen to your show daily before-” 

“Enough! I told you not to speak to him!” Virgil turned around staring daggers down at you. But you weren't focused on him. No. How could you when you could still see Alastor behind him. Alastor basically towered over Virgil and was also staring at you. But it felt different. Virgil's stare was cold but possessive. And Alastor’s? His was also cold… but there was something else you couldn’t quite place. 

“Hello! Earth to Y/n! God what are you women good for if you can’t even focus on men for two seconds.” Virgil was waving his hand in your face. 

“Huh?” 

“God, useless woman. Listen to me when I speak.” he spat in your face.

“Right… Sorry Virgil.” you weakly replied and from your peripheral vision saw alastor walk off behind you. 

You were actually relieved by this. Something about his presence was off but you had no idea why. Maybe it was the fact Virgil had actually invited him? Your finance? Inviting a man of colour to one of his prestigious parties? Surely that wasn't right. But that's what Alastor said, no? ‘Thee Virgil Callahan has graced me with an invite, I’d be a fool to deny it’

Maybe you were the fool for over thinking it. 

You picked up a glass of wine. The finest selection there was to offer. That's what Virgil had said. ‘This party has to go perfectly.’ 

As you raised the glass to your lips you felt something bump you from behind. To your horror the wineglass slipped from your hand and flew in slow motion through the air. You watched helplessly as the red wine spilled out all over your finances white suit. 

You heard a snicker from behind you and you briefly saw Alastor walking away with a grin on his face. 

Did he push you? 

“Y/N! What the hell!” Virgil yelled and gave you a hard slap as you turned back to face him. 

The room went silent for a moment as you fell to the floor before everyone turned back to their conversations. 

“Stupid women. You ruined my brand new suit! Do you know how much this thing cost?” Virgil spat down at you. “More than your entire existence is worth!” He pulled you sharply by the arm up to your feet and you had to hold back tears. 

“V-Virgil it was an accident I-“ 

“I don’t want to hear it!” He interrupted and pulled you out of the conference room and down a hallway. 

Virgil pushed you into a room, your shared room. He slammed the door behind him and threw you to the floor. Pain shot through your back as it hit the hard wood floor. Your eyes shut as you let out a cry of pain, tears now flowing freely. 

You felt his foot press against your stomach and you gasped for air as it was all forced out of your body. 

“Come on, apologise bitch. And then after the party your cleaning it. I want every stain out by tomorrow night.” 

“Y-Yes Virgil, I’ll clean it. Good as new…” Your voice shook 

Virgil reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back to look at him. 

“And next time, dont spill your drink on me.” 

You nodded frantically and sighed with relief when he finally let go of your hair. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on you with a disapproving glare before turning and leaving, slamming the door behind him. 

With a shaky breath you forced your body up into a seated position. Your back ached and your face stung from his slap. 

You looked down at the white suit now stained with red wine in your lap. It was barely even a drop, why was he freaking out? You sighed and pushed your self to your feet. It would do you no good to think about what’s already happened, may as well move on and get this cleaned. 

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What's your ideal word count?

Noticed my teaser got a better reaction than the prologue it's self. If you all want shorter chapters I can try to make that happen.

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Ordered this in August 2024 and it finally came this morning!!! So happy

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Heart In the Wrong Hands - Prologue

Hello all you wayward sinners! Welcome to the Prologue of my first ever Fan fic! This is going to be a Human Alastor x F!Reader Fanfic, however (Y/n) will not be appearing in the prologue.

For basic settings this is 1920s New Orleans (as are more Human Alastor Fics

Enjoy! A/N: 

When I say mentions/thoughts it means someone (likely Alastor) thinks about them but doesn't actually do it…. Yet. But if the warning does not say ‘mentions’ then he will be actually killing or eating someone. 

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Warnings: 

Time period accurate racism

Swearing

Gore mentions/thoughts 

Cannibalism mentions/thoughts

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~ Alastor’s POV ~ 

“So It's a deal then?” 

The station owner leaned forward in his chair with his hand extended as he looked at the blonde, slightly plump man seated across from him. The blonde man extended his hand and clasped his hand in a firm handshake. 

Alastor narrowed his eyes as he watched in irritation as his boss confirmed the transaction.

The man formally known as your boss beamed at the blond man. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, Virgil. I’m sure you’ll do great things with my radio station.”

The blonde man who Alastor had figured out was called Virgil, noticed Alastor’s staring and smirked at him smugly. Alastor's eyes narrowed further. Oh how he wanted to tear that man apart, working under this rich bastard was going to be a nightmare and Alastor could already tell it would drive him insane. 

He could imagine it now, Virgil bossing him around and making him do tasks outside of his job description just because of his skin. Rich people tended to see him as lower, he was used to that. But that didn't mean he didn't want to tear off his skin from his face slowly as he watched that disgusting smile be torn off his face. Maybe he’d even cook the skin and save it for later as a snack, it had been a while since he'd actually kept any of his victims. 

Alastor was brought back to reality as his former boss spoke again. 

“I suppose I best introduce you to the people who work here, you've already met our star host Alastor!” your former boss turned from Virgil to Alastor as he spoke gesturing to Alastor. Alastor grinned at Virgil and he scoffed. “That...thing” Virgil pointed a finger towards Alastor with a disgusted face “Is your top host?” 

Alastor’s eyes narrowed in on him. 

“Thing? Mr Callahan, I will have you know I am more than capable of being a star host. I have spent many years perfecting my skills and am adored by many.” Alastor countered, voice laced with venom as he placed his hand over his heart in mock offense. 

“Adored is a strong word Mr Hartfelt, It would do you good to get your pride in check.” Virgil returned with a smirk. Alastor's grin tightened, his annoyance was rising. Was he really letting this arrogant prick get under his skin? No. He wouldn’t snap. Not here. Not to something like this. 

The former station owner shot Virgil a look that suggested he stopped. 

“If you wish to keep the station high on the lists I would suggest keeping Alastor around. While yes, he is different from us, he is also an excellent host and genuinely a good person to be around.” The former owner broke the argument and Alastor couldn't help but grin even more, in fact he almost let out a chuckle. Him? A good person? The thought was laughable at best. He ignored the fact that his former boss thought he was different, he did not say below, only different so Alastor accepted it. Besides he knew the man well and knew he had no ill intentions and was just trying to ease the tension. 

“Yeah yeah whatever, as long as he stays in his place I suppose he can stay.” Virgil reluctantly spoke, his arms crossed as he stood from his chair, to which both Alastor and the former boss did the same. 

The former station owner stood and walked over to Virgil escorting him out of the office to go ‘show him the ropes,’ leaving Alastor alone in the office with his own thoughts. Why the boss sold his company to that disgrace of a man was beyond Alastor’s comprehension. The man knew nothing about radio and clearly had zero passion. He wondered how much the station had been brought for. It had to be a large amount, Alastor’s show was the top in the town and earned highly. Virgil would be making a fortune off Alastor’s work, but at least Alastor got the majority of the pay. 

“I am definitely raising the percentage. I mean 30% of the income he makes going to me? That's pathetic numbers. It should be the other way around.” Virgil’s voice rang from the hallway, fading into the distance. 

Way to jinx it Alastor. 

Alastor sighed, running a hand through his straightened brunette hair. This was not going to end well…

For Virgil. 

Oh Alastor could imagine it now. The day he finally watches as the life slowly drains from Virgil’s eyes. The paling of his skin. Oh the adrenaline Alastor would feel, it would be divine. His basement was well equipped with tools perfect for torture, and it would seem he had just found his next victim.

But alas, that would have to wait. He couldn't risk the connection he had to Virgil. It would be too suspicious to kill him now. Besides, who would take over the radio station then? Alastor was more than happy to but he knew that he would never get that opportunity because of who he was. Racist pricks. So, Virgil could live…

For now.

Alastor rubbed his temples as he left the office to head to his own studio. It was nearly time for his broadcast and he still needed to plan out a few things. 

He took a seat on the wooden desk chair and pulled out a stack of paper from his drawer, placing them with a thud on the desk. He sifted through his notes until he found something entertaining to speak about, placing that particular paper off to the side and grabbing today’s newspaper. He leaned back with his feet up on the desk, looking at the front cover with a sinister smile. 

‘Mysterious New Orleans Serial Killer Strikes Again’ was written in big bold letters on the front cover. Ah, so someone had managed to find the body of his latest kill. How… Unfortunate. 

But it wasn't that big of a deal. Besides, he planned to take the next few home for his meals. He’d been operating on ‘normal food’ for the past few weeks and was easily getting bored of them. He needed a change and human flesh always proved as a mood booster to him, so that's what he’d do. 

He was thrown from his thoughts when his door slammed open without warning and Virgil walked in with a grin that was unsettling in itself despite how he treated Alastor prior.

“Can I help you Mr Callahan?” Alastor asked, raising an eyebrow and taking his feet off his desk to stand at his full height. 

“Yes, indeed you can. I’m going to be hosting a party to celebrate my new investment. Since you are the” Virgil made air quotation marks with his hands. “‘Star host.’ It’s only fair I bring you along. But not because I like you. I despise your kind.” Virgil grinned as he lowered his hand, grabbing a card with the party details from his pocket before handing it to Alastor. 

Alastor deliberately made sure their hands brushed against each other as he took the card and he couldn't deny, Virgil's reaction was priceless. Virgil’s face contorted in disgust and frantically wiped his hand on his vest.

“You disgusting creature, how dare you touch me with your filth.” Virgil retorted with anger. 

To this Alastor couldn’t hold back his laughter. He covered his hand with his mouth and snickered at Virgil’s over reaction.

“I swear your kind is nothing but filth. How you even managed to get this job is beyond me. You belong on the streets with the rest of the rats.”

Alastor rolled his eyes. 

“Was that everything you needed Virgil?” he asked, hoping to get Virgil out of his studio before he needed to go on air. 

“That’s Mr Callahan to you. But yes, that's all. Now go do your job and make me money.”

Virgil waved his hand dismissively as he turned and left the studio, shutting the door behind him. 

“What a pleasant man you are! Can’t wait to work with you!” Alastor called out and if the thumping of foot steps leaving was any indication, he could tell he’d gotten under Virgil’s skin. Just like he wanted to.

Alastor turned back around to the desk with all his equipment. A party? At Virgil’s, how intriguing. Alastor wasn’t one for big social gatherings but this event could provide him with useful information. 

But for now, back to the broadcast! 

Alastor leaned forward in his chair and flicked a couple switches, turning on the “On Air” light outside his studio door. He unmuted his microphone and spoke.

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air!”

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And there you have it folk! The prologue is done. I’m working on the first chapter and more at the moment. I still don’t have a posting schedule but hopefully in the future. I’m still getting used to writing as this is my first fanfic or book of any kind outside of school work.

If you have any recommendations or spot any spelling mistakes, please let me know! and as always...

Stay Tuned 

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Heart in the Wrong Hands

Hello everyone!

This is a teaser for the prologue of my Alastor x Engaged Reader Fan fic.

Hope you all enjoy !

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Warnings: 

Time period accurate racism

Swearing

Slight Gore mentions

Slight Cannibalism mentions

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~ Alastor’s POV ~ 

“So It's a deal then?” 

The station owner leaned forward in his chair with his hand extended as looked at the blonde, slightly plump man seated across from him. The blonde man extended his hand and clasped his hand in a firm handshake. 

Alastor narrowed his eyes as he watched in irritation as his boss confirmed the transaction.

The man formally known as your boss beamed at the blond man. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, Virgil. I’m sure you’ll do great things with my radio station.”

The blonde man who Alastor had figured out was called Virgil, noticed Alastor’s staring and smirked at him smugly. Alastor's eyes narrowed further. Oh how he wanted to tear that man apart, working under this rich bastard was going to be a nightmare and Alastor could already tell it would drive him insane. 

He could imagine it now, Virgil bossing him around and making him do tasks outside of his job description just because of his skin. Rich people tended to see him as lower, he was used to that. But that didn't mean he didn't want to tear off his skin from his face slowly as he watched that disgusting smile be pulled off his face. Maybe he’d even cook the skin and save it for later as a snack, it had been a while since he'd actually kept any of his victims. 

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I don't know when I'll finish this or when I will be releasing the full prologue let alone the start of the actual story but if you enjoyed keep an eye out :D

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Day 5 Wound/Panic

Lucifer Angst Week 2025

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Day 2 Outcast/Failure

Lucifer Angst Week 2025