lurochar

[lurochar]

The Pains of Heat pt. 1

Alastor x Reader, vague mentions of one-sided ?? x Reader

Deer!Reader

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You were comfy.

You were cozy.

Should you feel bad?

Yes, you probably should, but you could push that away until later, when you were a little less hazy-minded and a little more coherent.

Being relatively new to Hell, it was hard to accept your new body and even harder to adapt to the unwanted traits that came along with it.

Namely, being in heat.

So you did what you could, short of finding yourself a willing stag, to make yourself comfortable to get through this rough little patch, including building yourself a little nest.

And if that involved stealing (you liked to think of it as ‘temporarily borrowing without permission’), well, you're already in Hell, you couldn't be punished anymore for it, right?

Wrong.

You knew that so very wrong depending on who you ‘borrowed’ from, but it's not like you needed much, just something covered in their scent – anything small would do.

You only had two specific targets anyways.

Honestly, you thought getting a hold of the used towels from a specific occupant of the hotel would be a challenge, but it was concerningly easy.

Niffty had handed you the laundry with a manic giggle, no questions asked, and sped off, leaving you bewildered, excited, and uneasy at the same time.

Should it be that easy to get a hold of another resident's personal laundry like that? Should you mention it to Charlie? Should you stop relying on Niffty and start doing your own laundry?

Either way, you had gotten what you wanted and shoved the question away for another time – it could wait until your heat was over.

The towels, which you were sure were plush if freshly washed and dried, were a bit roughened by the week's use, but you didn't care, they carried the scent you were after and that's all that mattered.

The towels would make perfect bedding.

It was cozy – the spot between your bed and wall, comfy, just enough room and space to stretch and sleep.

Your head turned over as you lazily rolled an item out of your ‘borrowed’ collection and brought it up to your nose, inhaling deeply. With your eyes closed, you didn't see the ominous shadow rise out of the ground to tower over you with a menacing grin.

“Hmm, so that's where my mug went?”

[lurochar]

Don't Record in Public

No warnings?

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“Alastor?”

“Yes, Darling?” Alastor hummed in response, looking forward as he spun his cane. He could easily see what you were looking at, but it was best to ignore.

Though…

It did seem a little out of character of him to just hide.

You stared a little closer in suspicion, blinking when you noticed something, as his hiding spot was very obviously bad.

“Is…is that a recording symbol on his screen face?” You asked, “Alastor, I think he might be recording one of us or even both of us!”

Alastor let out what sounded like a sigh. “I suppose I should've foresaw something like this happening when I suggested we go for a stroll."

You let out a noise of surprise when a tentacle snapped from Alastor’s back, and before you even realize it, the black tendril had completely impaled Vox’s screen face.

Vox was twitching, making high-pitched glitching noises, sparks from his black screen were flying everywhere and he finally fell onto the ground lifeless once Alastor retracted his tentacle.

You just looked on with a blink, though with no surprise.

“Do try to take care of yourself, old pal. It will take quite a while to heal from those injuries I inflicted, so let us hope your business partners show up sooner of later, otherwise you will be easy pickings.”

Alastor's grin widened maniacally, “and should you ever try to record my Darling again, I won't show any mercy."

Alastor turned back to you with his usual cheery expression and held out his hand, “Darling, are you ready to continue our little stroll now?”

The daily stroll was always an eventful thing and you wouldn't change a thing about it.

“Of course, Alastor~!”

[lurochar]

Tail

Deer!Reader

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Alastor will (even in public) hold your hand if only to see your small fluffy tail wag.

He has a strange fascination with your tail (that even he does not understand) and is especially interested when it wags.

Alastor will do most anything – ANYTHING – to get your tail wagging.

He has to wonder what would get your tail wagging whilst you are in the throes of pleasure–

[lurochar]

A Human Kink

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Imagine one of Alastor’s spells backfiring and he turns back into his human self for the next day or two until the spell wears off. . . .

And you end up developing some sort of strange human kink (for Alastor only, of course).

t's fine though, it's not like either you or Alastor would ever take advantage of the situation, right?

[lurochar]

Odaxelagina

(bite kink)

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Well.

This was… an interesting piece of information that Alastor certainly wasn't expecting that night.

Was it unwelcome?

Had that line been directed to him by anyone else, then yes – hell, he might've just slaughtered them then and there out of sheer disgust.

But from you, he found himself very intrigued and even a tad interested, which was almost unsettling for a split second before it quickly vanished the more he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and an amused smile.

“I…I wanna bite your ears, Alastor. Ummph, so…bad.”

Alastor's head spun with loud snaps, now facing the wrong direction in a very eerie manner so he could look at you and make sure he heard you correctly.

The only other at the bar, Husk, choked on his beer at the clearly drunk comment before dissolving into a coughing fit.

“Ŵ̴̛͇̮͗͑̑́̓̎̏́h̸̢̡̳̜̳̗͇̺̀̀̂̂̍̅ͅa̶̡̝͙̘̱͚̩̤̟͎͊͆̚t̷̘̝̙͠ͅ did you say, my dear?” Alastor's grin widened, taking in your red-stained cheeks and noting you weren't blushing, but flushed from (clearly) drinking a little too much.

You snorted a giggle, staring at Alastor's fluffy ears with adoring eyes. “Can I…can I bite them? Just a lil nibble, that's all!”

You flail, reflexes hampered by the alcohol you've consumed over the night when Alastor is suddenly in your personal space with no warning at all. You could only swallow thickly with nerves when you looked at his suddenly hungry expression.

Alastor positions himself so his ears are within your reach and, with a dark glee, notices your eyes are glued to the fluffy appendages.

Such a cute thing you were, so simple to please.

“Why, I would be delighted to fulfill your request, my dear,” Alastor ignores Husk as he loudly (and oh-so dramatically) spits out his beer from pure shock, “but what do I get in return?”

You blanched, not drunk enough to know what he could be up to, “Not my soul,” you retorted quickly enough, though Alastor looks as though he already expected that answer, “You can't hurt me either.”

“An eye for an eye,” Alastor’s fangs seemed to gleam and he leaned down to your ear so only you could hear what he said next, “Now, why don't I introduce you to one of the very few acts I can derive any sexual pleasure from, my dear.”

What have you gotten yourself into??!

[lurochar]

Seven Year Slumber

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If you honestly believe you will be milling about during Alastor’s seven year absence, think again.

The Radio Demon has a soft spot for you, his partner, sure, and perhaps he could use the excuse that he was simply trying to protect you from his many, many enemies while he was gone, but that's only a small part of it.

The truth is Alastor is just a selfish MFer and he truly believes you were better off this way than going seven years without his presence. He believes that you would never survive long without him, despite the fact that you got by for a few years before meeting him just fine.

And so, just before he leaves, Alastor uses his magic to force you into a deep sleep that only he can wake you from.

(His grin softens for a moment as he stares at your peaceful expression before it's back to business.)

You are stashed away in a safe place only he has access to and thus, Alastor’s mysterious hiatus in Hell begins.

And so does your seven year slumber.

.

.

.

It's very disorienting, waking up so groggily in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar (and two familiar) faces. You try to push all that aside once you hear his voice.

"And this lovely one is my one and only Darling doe~"

What was going on??

"She will be my assistant for this baffling hotel of yours. I must warn you all, especially the effeminate spider, I will tolerate absolutely no disrespect of any sort towards my Darling. Á̸̢̛͉̫͔̫̤͋̒͜ͅm̸̧͔̺̫̪͚̋͆͑͗͋͐̓̊͋ͅ ̵͚͉̫̰̺̙͓̣͒͂͆̑͜Ì̵̡̜͚̗͊̊͜͠ ̶͙̻̻̌͛͛̑̿̊̚c̸͉͈͈̅̍̍͜ľ̴̥͋e̶̡̪̟̰̹̼͇͍̊à̸̡̻̲̲̯̖̗̆̒̅̋̑̈́͌ͅr̵̡̢͚̥̯̬̖̗͕̯̀̽̀͐͒͝͝͝?̴̨̙̭̬̞̱͘"

What the hell was going on?!

Alastor finally, finally turned to you and his grin tightened when he looked at your confused expression.

"I suppose it's time we talked, dearest."

[lurochar]

Communication

(You're intended to be a deer demon here. Or any animal that bleats.)

🦌~🦌~🦌~🦌~

If only to throw off the other residents of the hotel and the sheer entertainment value of the baffled expressions of said residents, Alastor will often have full on conversations with you-

-just by bleating alone.

It's utterly fascinating to some, namely Charlie (who thinks it's 'romantic' to have a secret language amongst each other.)

And Angel Dust, who believes you two are dirty talking right in front of everyone.

Niffty may or may not agree.

Everyone else just thinks Alastor is talking shit behind their backs to you or trying to manipulate you into giving your soul to him without them knowing.

If Alastor knew it was this entertaining, he would've done so a lot earlier. As for the actual lovely conversations he had on a regular basis with you...

Well, wasn't that already obvious enough?

[lurochar]

Summertime Issues

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It's summertime in Hell and the heat is a killer, even with the hotel's AC running at full blast.

Good news is that Charlie decided to hold her redemption activities at the poolside and lakeshore until the heatwave subsides.

Bad news is that you're Alastor’s partner and if you think he will let ANYONE see you in a swimsuit (or, ‘scraps of cloth’) before gouging their eyes out – well, why even start this argument? This psycho is a 1920's prude.

Anyway, point is, much to Alastor’s delight, you miss an entire summer of redemption lessons simply because he wasn't going to allow any worthless Sinners’ lay their eyes on even a sliver of your perfect skin. (And if you absolutely need to keep cool, he has his bayou dimension and magic for that.)

[lurochar]

Chest Fluff

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You were drooling.

All over him, he might add.

Yet Alastor could not find it in himself to care about propriety or even feel the usual disgust and disdain he would normally feel about such things.

He certainly killed others for lesser transgressions against his person.

But you were his Darling, he could tolerate a little of your saliva so long as it came from you.

You murmured something incomprehensible against him when he gently raked his claws against your back, burying your face deeper into the tuft of fur on his chest.

You seemed to shudder in your sleep, nuzzling deeper into the fur, “Ngh, sa…” you mumbled and even he couldn’t hear what you said as his ears twitched.

Alastor could at least guess, however.

“You are a strange one, Darling,” he said aloud, eyeing his thumb oddly as he carefully swiped a bit of drool off your cheek, “but yes, you are safe with me.”

He would chase away any nightmares you could ever have and if snuggling with his so-called ‘chest fluff’ helped with it–

–Alastor supposed it wasn’t so bad.

[lurochar]

Keep Your Eyes On Me

Sorry, couldn't get this out of my head

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You're not sure who half these Demons are.

Maybe Charlie called in a few favours to make it seem as though the hotel had more residents than it actually did?

Whatever the case, you weren't about to question it.

Charlie gave you a job, the photographer and videographer, for a new promo she was doing for the Hazbin Hotel and you were determined to do the best job you could possibly do.

(But you had to wonder what the hell Vox was doing there.)

(And why Alastor seemed reasonably okay with it.)

It took a little bit – that imp would not settle down until that hellhound finally snapped at him – but everyone was finally looking at the camera.Well, everyone except Vox.

You grumbled, “Vox, can you look up please?”

Strike one

Alastor’s image blurred even more and his ear twitched.

Vox's glare didn't move from his ‘rival’ and you gnashed your fangs together in frustration.

“Vox, you need to look at the camera.”

Strike two

The white noise was getting noticeably louder and Alastor’s brows furrowed ever so slightly while his smile tightened.

Vox didn't even appear to hear you at all as his eyes didn't move in the slightest.

Charlie, bless her heart, immediately noticed and wrung her hands nervously, “Okay, okay, maybe we should, umm, take a break? Alastor doesn't do well on camera and–”

Her voice was, unfortunately, drowned by your irritated shout.

“VOX, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN HERE??!”

Strike three

The lights flickered in the room and everyone was quickly on edge when the white noise grew deafening.

You gasped, taking a surprised step back when the room was plunged into sudden darkness and eerie green lighting.

The last thing you remember seeing were pupils shaped like radio dials and a manic grin before being swallowed into the shadows.

“Eyes on me, Darling.”

[lurochar]

Shipping

Emberlynn totally ships you and Alastor the moment she sees you both having a friendly stroll through Hell together.

Whether you're a couple or not is a completely different thing.

And totally writes fanfiction about you and Alastor and totally posts it online for all to read!

It gets downright spicy.

You probably find out before Alastor; Alastor finds out through Vox mocking him somehow.

RIP Emberlynn.

[lurochar]

Terms of Endeerment

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Hmmm, is being called 'Fawn' by Alastor the same thing as a human man calling his girlfriend 'Baby'?

[lurochar]

I'm sorry to hear about your meds! It's really awful when you come off them unexpectedly!

I hope everything is resolved for you soon and you feel better 😽

It really, really is awful when one has to come off them so quickly and without warning. I really only have (barely) the energy for what I need to do and get done unfortunately 😣

Considering it took me this long to answer this...

Well, after I found out I messed up a bit of paperwork earlier in January, hopefully, this whole thing with my meds should be resolved by the end of January or beginning of February.

Hopefully.

But thank you so much for your kind words and support ❤️

I'm sorry it just took me so long to reply.

[lurochar]

I apologize for being so inactive for so long, so I'll just give a little update as to why once again.

I haven't had access to one of my meds for a while, which has drained my energy, and thus, any creativity and desire to write. Hopefully, I should be able to resolve this issue this month.

As always, thank you all for being so patient~♡

[lurochar]

Mommy

Not me being persistently sick for like two and a half weeks now 🤧 (yes, my immune system is crap).

But anyway, please enjoy my delirious writings~

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It was a rare, once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence; it was something that one usually never lived to witness. 

Alastor rendered speechless, that is.

Other than a loud record scratch that certainly was not pleasant on the ears by any means, the deer demon did not respond audibly in any other way.

It seemed all he could do was tilt his head to a rather uncomfortable-looking angle and stare at you with furrowed brows and a strange strained smile you had never seen before stretch across his darkening face.

It looked as though he wanted to say something, but the tense silence continued without a word coming forth from his lips.

It would seem it was up to you the–

“Boss, Boss!” The only remaining Egg Boi, Frank, waves enthusiastically. “Have you come to get a snuggle from Mommy too?!”

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What.

What did that wretched cretin just call his Darling?

“Woah!” You quickly reacted before Alastor simply blew up the poor creature into a million little egg shell pieces and picked up Frank to hold against your chest, much to Alastor’s obvious ire. “Just… just calm down, please? He doesn't know what he's saying!”

Alastor’s expression twitches and not much else.

“Frank is all that's left of Sir Pentious after he…” You sighed, thinking back to the battle with Adam and the Exorcists. “So for his memory, shouldn't we take good care of Frank for him?”

Alastor watches the scene before him with a growing smile that's becoming more and more unhinged while eerie glowing green sigils slowly start to pop in the air surrounding him and his antlersstarttogrowandhispupilsarestartingtochangeshap–

He's starting to lose control the second ‘Frank’ bounces in excitement in your arms (against your soft breasts. ₮ⱧØ₴Ɇ ₩ɆⱤɆ Ø₦ⱠɎ ₣ØⱤ Ⱨł₥ ₮Ø ₮ØɄ₵Ⱨ) as you hug him softly.

“You're so warm, Mommy! You could hatch so many eggs!” Frank gasps, not feeling the murderous intent just feet away from him. “Could you hatch me some more brothers and sisters?! I don't know where mine went off to!”

You only give a nervous chuckle as an answer, glancing back to Alastor. “It's just for a few days.” You sigh. “At least until Charlie and Vaggie figure out what to do with him.”

Alastor slowly regains control, eyeing Frank with clear distaste as it cuddled up happily in your chest. He hadn't had too much of a problem with the egg creatures up until now – hell, he had even benefitted from them before.

But now…

“Where are you going?” You blinked, a bit taken back as Alastor simply walked past you, now humming joyfully. You never thought he would give in so easily…

“To the kitchen, I'm famished. Won't you join me, Darling?” Alastor’s eyes flash with a dark mischievousness. “I'm suddenly in the mood for scrambled eggs.”

Yeah, seems he wasn't over it.

“Let us just hope there won't be any… accidents in the kitchen today, won't we, Darling?

At all.

[lurochar]

The first two would be the more normal Hazbin couples after reuniting following some dangerous event or getting attacked and so on - such as Charlie and Vaggie.

The second two, however, are you and Alastor. As if he needs a something as pitiful as a reason, though hearing your surprised shriek every time he leaps from the shadows without warning is entertainment enough. His shadow also has a habit of copying this action.

You end up on the ground every. single. time.

[lurochar]

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