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Hello!! ^^ Hope you don't mind me asking, could you write some headcannons for a bunny-like fem (or gn) reader?? Like alastor is a deer or somethin, and his s/o is like that but a bunny?

They have bunny ears, a tail, and have traits of them? Thank you if you consider my request, and have a nice day!!

Hehe! Two preys together now and yes, dearest. Alastor is a deer! A deer and his little bunny! I can just see Al teasing her/them about their bunny looks! Let’s try it out!

Alastor- Rabbitfoot

Alastor is amused to see another prey sinner, but you’re even smaller and more helpless than what animal he has traits of. You’re a little bunny, a precious fluffy bunny with drooped down long bunny ears and fluffy cotton tail

Yes, Alastor does play with the fluff of your tail on purpose. Even with his own fingers or with the top curve of his microphone-cane. He’ll play with the soft bunny fur, just to mess with you and get a reaction

Alastor bites at your bunny ears, once again… just loving the way you yelp and bounce away from him. He knows you don’t mean you’re scared of him but it’s a instinct and it makes his day, just how adorable you are

Alastor is, of course, protective over his little bunny girl. Especially since you’re in the body of a prey twice over. He’s a predator in the fur of a prey so he can trick others into thinking he’s harmless whilst yourself. You’re right up harmless, even for a Sinner demon, so he has to make sure you’re safe

Alastor likes to make you make bunny noises so he can lay his cheek on your head and listen to it. He views your precious little noises as therapeutic, he enjoys listening to them. So, he’ll rub and scratch your chin until he can just relax and his tall fluffy deer-like ears flicking at the sound of your soft happy noises

Alastor may or may not make jokes and wave carrots around, beckoning his little bunny to come eat. You’ll join in to entertain your boyfriend but you don’t like him even pretending that you’re just a bunny. He finds you a truly beautiful woman but he also can’t bring himself to not view you as a cute bunny

Alastor loves your soft fur and enjoys hugging you, just to feel your fur. It’s so comforting and he actually likes the scent of your fur. You’re so sweet, he almost wants to devour you. Like you’re a chocolate bunny, but then again. He can’t act like he doesn’t smell like a deer and have deer fur

Alastor recognises your smell and follows it spring to find you anytime you happen to be lost or run off and he remembers quite a lot of little facts about you. What your shoes look like in dirt, what directions in Pentagram City you’d go in, what type of cafés and restaurants you check at when it’s time for good

Alastor calls you all kinds of cute bunny-based nicknames; ‘bun-bun’, ‘cottontail’, ‘flopsy’, ‘fluffy’, ‘moony’, anything based around a bunny, he’ll give you those cute adorable little pet names. Both lovey-dovey for you and teasing you. It’s harmless at the end of the day but he does enjoy calling you those names over his broadcasts

Alastor absolutely loves the random affectionate gestures you give to him; choosing to sit near him, climbing on his back or nibbling at his clothing, licking his hands or face. He chuckles everytime and he remembers every habit you have, so he can guess which one you’ll do to him the next hour

“Awww~ aren’t you so precious, my little chocolate bun~? Come here, want to go out and explore Pentagram City again? We can go sit on the roofs of the buildings if you wish“

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I have a silly request: al continuously licking or nipping at reader's ear just to tease them bc he finds it cute making them twitch

but when reader goes to have their payback and pet al's ears, al just melts and goes full sub even when his pride is trying to deny it🥺

I wanted this to be super cutesy and fluffy, sorry if its super short ;)

Alastor enjoyed teasing you. Your surprised yelps and blushing face always gave him a good laugh. Especially, when it came to your ears.

You were currently reading a book on the couch in the lobby, while Alastor had a lone arm around your shoulders as he read the newspaper.

It was blissful silence.

But your ears always told your emotions, and whatever you were reading was getting to you. Your soft ears flicked and twitched as your eyes scanned the pages. You didn’t know that their movement had caught the demon’s attention.

Alastor watched with a soft smile as your ears moved. Sometimes they would twitch and flick about on your head, others be alert, or they would be relaxed.

Maybe it was the animal instincts, you were a doe in distress (youre literally read a book-) or maybe he found the faces you made so entertaining, because as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder;

Alastor tugged at your soft ear, sharp teeth nibbling at the appendage.

You paused your reading, trying to figure out what the demon was doing.

You gasped as his teeth were replaced by his lips and he grazed your ears softly, giving them a lick here and there.

”A-Alastor?” You tried to swat him away, shaking your head slightly to rid his assault on your ears.

Thinking maybe they were in his way, you pinned them to your head, hoping the action would tell him you were sorry.

But he was still nipping at the soft tips.

”S-Stop that” you said as he chuckled as your ear flicked in a trembling circle to get away from his mouth.

You huffed as he blew on them, swiveling your head around to finally look at him

”Something the matter my dear?” He asked. You pouted “Why are you petting me?” He let out a laugh, soundtrack rolling “Why my dear to see the entertaining faces you make of course!”

You continued to pout, trying to keep your ears as flat and away from him. The thought of how you were going to get your payback started to brew.

You found Alastor up in his radio tower, flipping through his scripts. 

You were on a mission. Pet the red tuffs that stood at the top of his head.

Alastor always was nipping at your ears. Tugging at them when you least expected it, laughing when you flicked them about or flattened, whining.

You were just gonna give him a piece of his own medicine.

You crept up behind him and your attention was on the tall tuffs.

Alastor must have sensed you and turned to around, his face dawning a soft smile. His lips fixed to greet you when the weight of your hands found his head. Your eyes were wide with curiosity as your fingers rubbed at the fuzzy tuffs.

Soft.

definitely were ears

 What you failed to notice was the record scratch Alastor had let out as you played with his ears.

The way you held his ears were quite a contrast on how he handle you.

You softly felt up his ears,  you didn’t tug them or pinch. 

Alastor pulled you into his lap as you petted him.

He was resting his head on your shoulder, letting you play with his ears, every so often twitching them when you teased the base.

”How come your ears don’t make you jittery?” You pouted.

You tugged a ear with your mouth, lips covering your teeth so its playful.

Alastor let out a deep purr and you mouthed on his ear (think like how babies teethed, just gummin it)

You giggled as you felt him melt, he was nuzzling into your neck, vibrations like a engine.

”Alastor…do you LIKE being petted?” You cooed, scratching his scalp.

He hid his face in your throat, giving you a growl

”No”

You caught sight of his shadow and as you toyed with his ears, his shadow seemed to whither in a smile on its face, eyes in the shapes of hearts.

You giggled “Your shadow is telling on you Al” you pressed your lips to his ears, enjoying how Alastor was practically a kitten.

Who knew the feared Radio Demon was such a softie

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I have a silly request: al continuously licking or nipping at reader's ear just to tease them bc he finds it cute making them twitch

but when reader goes to have their payback and pet al's ears, al just melts and goes full sub even when his pride is trying to deny it🥺

I wanted this to be super cutesy and fluffy, sorry if its super short ;)

Alastor enjoyed teasing you. Your surprised yelps and blushing face always gave him a good laugh. Especially, when it came to your ears.

You were currently reading a book on the couch in the lobby, while Alastor had a lone arm around your shoulders as he read the newspaper.

It was blissful silence.

But your ears always told your emotions, and whatever you were reading was getting to you. Your soft ears flicked and twitched as your eyes scanned the pages. You didn’t know that their movement had caught the demon’s attention.

Alastor watched with a soft smile as your ears moved. Sometimes they would twitch and flick about on your head, others be alert, or they would be relaxed.

Maybe it was the animal instincts, you were a doe in distress (youre literally read a book-) or maybe he found the faces you made so entertaining, because as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder;

Alastor tugged at your soft ear, sharp teeth nibbling at the appendage.

You paused your reading, trying to figure out what the demon was doing.

You gasped as his teeth were replaced by his lips and he grazed your ears softly, giving them a lick here and there.

”A-Alastor?” You tried to swat him away, shaking your head slightly to rid his assault on your ears.

Thinking maybe they were in his way, you pinned them to your head, hoping the action would tell him you were sorry.

But he was still nipping at the soft tips.

”S-Stop that” you said as he chuckled as your ear flicked in a trembling circle to get away from his mouth.

You huffed as he blew on them, swiveling your head around to finally look at him

”Something the matter my dear?” He asked. You pouted “Why are you petting me?” He let out a laugh, soundtrack rolling “Why my dear to see the entertaining faces you make of course!”

You continued to pout, trying to keep your ears as flat and away from him. The thought of how you were going to get your payback started to brew.

You found Alastor up in his radio tower, flipping through his scripts. 

You were on a mission. Pet the red tuffs that stood at the top of his head.

Alastor always was nipping at your ears. Tugging at them when you least expected it, laughing when you flicked them about or flattened, whining.

You were just gonna give him a piece of his own medicine.

You crept up behind him and your attention was on the tall tuffs.

Alastor must have sensed you and turned to around, his face dawning a soft smile. His lips fixed to greet you when the weight of your hands found his head. Your eyes were wide with curiosity as your fingers rubbed at the fuzzy tuffs.

Soft.

definitely were ears

 What you failed to notice was the record scratch Alastor had let out as you played with his ears.

The way you held his ears were quite a contrast on how he handle you.

You softly felt up his ears,  you didn’t tug them or pinch. 

Alastor pulled you into his lap as you petted him.

He was resting his head on your shoulder, letting you play with his ears, every so often twitching them when you teased the base.

”How come your ears don’t make you jittery?” You pouted.

You tugged a ear with your mouth, lips covering your teeth so its playful.

Alastor let out a deep purr and you mouthed on his ear (think like how babies teethed, just gummin it)

You giggled as you felt him melt, he was nuzzling into your neck, vibrations like a engine.

”Alastor…do you LIKE being petted?” You cooed, scratching his scalp.

He hid his face in your throat, giving you a growl

”No”

You caught sight of his shadow and as you toyed with his ears, his shadow seemed to whither in a smile on its face, eyes in the shapes of hearts.

You giggled “Your shadow is telling on you Al” you pressed your lips to his ears, enjoying how Alastor was practically a kitten.

Who knew the feared Radio Demon was such a softie

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

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Has Alastor or Angel Dust (Maybe Husk at the time) experienced behaviors/tendencies more akin to their animal sides?

Such as Alastor being more cautious & skittish, nesting a lot to create a good birthing spot.

Yes definitely, but it varies between the boys.

Alastor is actually more aggressive because he feels more territorial and protective/defensive.

Angel is more skittish at the moment and has been using his silk to practice making webs and knitting.

And when Husk was pregnant, despite his denial of instincts, he did have more cat-like behaviors and nesting was one of them.

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Has Alastor or Angel Dust (Maybe Husk at the time) experienced behaviors/tendencies more akin to their animal sides?

Such as Alastor being more cautious & skittish, nesting a lot to create a good birthing spot.

Yes definitely, but it varies between the boys.

Alastor is actually more aggressive because he feels more territorial and protective/defensive.

Angel is more skittish at the moment and has been using his silk to practice making webs and knitting.

And when Husk was pregnant, despite his denial of instincts, he did have more cat-like behaviors and nesting was one of them.

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Pushing Boundaries

Platonic Angel x reader

Platonic Alastor x reader

Radio Demon to the rescue! ♥️

Extra post gifty 🥳🎁

“Please toots, come on! What’s with you animal types and ya fuckin ears? Smiles won’t let me touch his either, and those fluffy shits are begging for a pet.” Angels New York accent whined, his hands reaching for your head.

You ducked away from him, removing yourself from the couch annoyed. “I said no Angel. Didn’t Charlie already talk to you about boundaries?” You ask him pointedly, pining him with a glare.

“Boundaries are for chumps. You don’t seem to give a rats ass about them when you lean all over me.” He says with a smug smile.

You roll your eyes before deciding to simply walk away. Yes, you were a touchy feely person before falling, and now surrounded by sadistic assholes and psychopaths you found your opportunities for touch dwindled into non- existence. Angel’s company at the hotel had been a saving grace, a platonic, easy going touch that had only recently turned sour when he’d grown far too interested in your ears. You still remembered finding yourself in your new body. Long bunny ears hidden in your hair. Running a palm against the fur before snatching your hand away as if it had burned you…and it kind of did. Your cheeks heated and bright red at the realization.

“Our dear resident giving you trouble darling?” A staticky voice asked beside you. Making you jump comically as his form fully materialized.

You shoot a dirty look to the red demon. “No. Just pushing boundaries.” You say in a huff, choosing not to comment on Alastor’s apparent delight in frightening you.

Alastor’s smile seems to strain slightly though at your words his eyes narrowing. “Oh? Something I should take up with him perhaps?” He asks, his voice dropping in pitch.

Your eyes widen as you realize that you weren’t complaining to Husk or Charlie, but to the Radio Demon. You highly doubted a small conversation between him and Angel would truly be just that. “No no no. It’s fine. He’s just interested in my ears is all. Curious, ya know? But harmless! Completely harmless.” You say quickly, trying to spare Angel from Alastor’s wrath which you might’ve brought on him. God you were such a shitty friend.

“I am curious though as to what has you so balled up, after all it seemed as if you appreciated his company.” He hums far too close to your ear.

You jump slightly before leaning away with a scowl. “I typically do, he just wanted to pet my ears and I’m…not fond of it.” You say quickly, smoothing your hair self consciously.

However, your words made the tall demon freeze, his grin stuck in place. “He wanted to pet your ears?” He asks, making sure he heard correctly.

You shoot him a confused sideways glance. “Yeah? Why?”

Rather than respond though, he sunk into the shadows before appearing behind the white furred resident and grabbed him by the throat.

Well…..maybe Angel could use a firmer hand in regards to a boundaries discussion you thought as you saw the others rush to them. They’re hands already working to pry Alastor off of the porn star.

Celebrating my birthday this month and I thought I’d offer a little something for y’all as well. Hope you enjoyed! ♥️

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Scented Semantics

Fluffy Al x reader.

Is it a scent thing? Maybe. But nothing terribly kinky in here at all. I don’t like cannon Al smelling bad, though it would make sense scents.

Should you be embarrassed? Maybe….

But you weren’t. Not enough to stop anyway. And with results like these, you were unlikely to stop yourself in the future either. Slumped against his chest and your head nuzzled up under his chin.

It was comfortable. Safe. A rarity to find in hell, and the soft press of his fingers circling into your hips only assures you the feeling is mutual.

A soft staticky sigh into your hair. The thin strands the poke out in their unruly behavior dancing slightly from the breeze.

You shift slightly to peek an eye up at him. Smiling softly as you see his closed eyes and the serene smile on his face until you feel one of his large clawed hands move to the back of your head. Pushing you back to lean against him.

Chucking softly as you reposition yourself so your breath fans back out over his neck.

The soft candlelight of the room danced over the walls and you traced the straps of his undershirt. Inhaling deeply to catch the smoke and woody scents of his cologne, humming softly in appreciation.

His suit jacket shrugged off and collar popped open in invitation. His chest fluff nearly spilling out, but that wasn’t the focus tonight. He knew how sensitive your own doe nose was to smell.

God, you adored when he wore it. And if the rumbling of his chest was any sign, he knew it. Using the cologne as a well loved weapon.

If he had been any other demon, less of a gentleman, you’d have assumed it had some chemical to lower your guard and have you melting into the man beneath you. Soft and pliant to his words when the air was perfumed with the warm scent.

The soft massage, the cuddles, the cologne……

“What do you want?” Your voice soft as you felt yourself sinking in deeper and deeper into the trance of his embrace.

“Can I not just enjoy an evening with you dear?” His charming voice, hushed and quiet as he murmured in your ear.

You lean back to shoot him an unimpressed look, causing him to grin before laughing slightly in being caught.

You sigh, slumping against his chest again. Deciding to revel in the smell if he was going to be a bother. “Who did you kill?” You ask tiredly.

“The better question is how many.” He teases.

You sigh, knowing there would be hell to pay (pardon the pun, or don’t.) in the morning when the princess discovered your husbands newest genocide. You sigh deeply, pressing your cheek against his throat. “Al.” You groan.

“Oh hush, I believe I’ve more than payed for it ahead of time.” He murmured. His hands moving up slowly, continuing his massage.

You grumble softly but melt under his hands. You always somehow end up folding. A charming smile, innocent eyes, or strategically used cologne seeing you falling into forgiveness each and every time.

I hope you enjoyed. Sorry about the slower updating of Autumn Leaves but the chapters are much longer! Some more fluffy Al. Hope you guys enjoyed!

Toodles

~♥️Darling

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Fortuitous Pheromones

Alastor x reader

Alastor pissed off/upset because female!doe reader keeps giving off distress pheromones and doesn’t realize she’s setting off his protective instincts.

(Period assistance and he’s a little more sociopathic evil demony in this one)

“Do you mind?” A staticky voice hissed in building annoyance. You peeked open your yellowy-pink eyes to shoot him your own irritated glare.

He’d been flitting around the room, eating, reading, meandering all before retreating randomly throughout the day. His usual white noice of radio static louder than usual. His smile tense, bothered, and the sound of flicking channels emanating from his giving off a confused and frustrated aura that was unlike him.

“Do you? You’re the one who can’t seem to leave me the hell alone.” You snap at the red demon, watching his smile curl into snarl.

Another bout of cramps had your eyes closing. Lips thinned as you fought to not make more of a reaction. Inhaling sharply at the bright flash of pain, like a hand squeezing and gripping your insides, your muscles tensing up, mimicking the feeling until you breath out. Opening your eyes as the pain fails into a dull unpleasant ache again.

“I can’t.” He hissed, bending closer, his eyes piercing yours. “I have tried but I can hardly focus with the distress scent you are putting out. Now, kindly tell me what the issue is so I can fix it or cease the ridiculous pheromone production.” He growls.

Your eyes widen, you hadn’t realized you’d been doing anything. You’d just been laying here afterall. You look at him suspiciously before shifting slightly to try and discreetly sniff your shirt causing him to groan in annoyance, his hold on his microphone cane-thingy tightening into a chokehold. “You absolute dim witted doe, you won’t smell it, the others won’t notice it either. Only other cervids.” He explains in mounting frustration, at your blank expression his patience snaps, “WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING IN SCHOOLS THESE DAYS, DEER. CERVIDS ARE DEER!” He exclaims loudly drawing the attention of the others.

Your pain spikes again then, likely the flinch from his shout creating it but the effect is immediate, my wince as they come over setting him off. His neck cracking towards them as if the other residents are the perceived threat, his eyes darkening, and radio dials flashing in his eyes as his teeth sharpen.

You barely see Vaggie pull out her spear before the air around you distorted as you find yourself on an unfamiliar couch, the sound of insects around you and you realize you must be in Alastor’s personal room.

“Is that better?” He asks, drawing your attention as he stands still annoyed beside you.

“Why am I here?” You ask sitting up, his eyes crinkling in distaste as he moves to push you back down.

“Because you are still distracting me and you haven’t answered the question. What is distressing you?” He asks pointedly. Breathing deeply as he tries not to lose his temper.

“I didn’t even know I could put out distress pheromones, it wasn’t on purpose and you can’t fix it anyway.” You try and explain causing him to laugh sharply.

“Regardless of trying or not, you are.” He snarls, his hand coming beside your head, caging you against the couch, his nails ripping into the fabric, “now I will not ask again. What is wrong?” He asks his antlers creaking and groaning as they grow to an intimidating size.

You look up at him nervously gulping at the sight before wincing again. “It’s just….my period.” You admit, your ears pinned in embarrassment as he freezes above you. His threatening smile frozen and awkward now.

“Oh dear, I can’t fix that. How about death, would death please you?” He asked, claiming later, after calming you down when your pheromones spiked in fear, then annoyance, and then more distress because he had ‘set off cramps, you asshole’, he had been joking, obviously.

And you truthfully believed him, if not only for the fact that he had muttered about being unable to kill you due to a damned herd mentality. You really needed to read more up on your species because you doubted that was the only thing saving him from wringing your neck.

The rest of the day involves you being held captive in the radio demon’s room as he tries to focus on his scripts. A magicked heating pad lying over you. Glowing runes keeping it at the perfect temperature. Steaming hot chocolate in a ceramic mug and filling balanced snacks laid out on a table next to you.

He was truthfully irritated at you with your original admission of what was wrong, he couldn’t kill or magick that away, before remembering how he assisted his mother all those years ago. Between the care he provided then and your more modern knowledge he truthfully provided adequate, considerate care. The respite from stress and the normal hellish atmosphere of well…..hell made the cramps much more manageable giving you both some needed breathing room.

Ears only flattening and an irritated look shot to you when a particularly awful cramp came apparently making your pheromones swell and fill the air. Annoying, pesky, irritating instincts….

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My friend and I are attempting to draw human Alastor in Tim Burtons art style..

I don't know how I feel about it, but I wanted to show you guys. She's an art teacher so I shouldn't be too worried. I'm sure it'll turn out well since she's working on it, too.

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Sleepy deer man

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Young overlords ready to paint the neighborhood red.

Minimaniacs Artboard 1 | 2

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JUST FOUND THIS HEADCANNON !

regulus: “you have your-”

harry: “my mother’s eyes, i know”

regulus: “your father’s grin.”

SOBBING

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the headcanon of regulus just being able to cry on command is horrifying but also the funniest thing i’ve ever fucking heard. like i imagine regulus is hanging out with the marauders, post black brothers reconciliation, and him and sirius are bickering and sirius JOKINGLY goes “well it’s not MY fault it’s impossible for you to show any emotion” and regulus blinks. and then just fully starts sobbing.

and james and remus and peter are all like ?!?!?! what the FUCK . RIGHTFULLY SO. and james’ heart is hurting so bad because he’s never seen regulus cry before and he’s trying to comfort him and hold him and regulus, (who is gay and a little shit) is just letting himself be hugged and letting james pet his hair or whatever and remus is like. sirius what the fuck apologize to your brother??????? because sirius has been sitting there the entire time unmoving and he just raises his eyebrows, completely unimpressed and deadpan when he goes, “you guys do know he’s faking right”. and then when remus and james both are like HUH??? torn between bewildered and angry with this reaction, regulus just extracts himself from james, face completely neutral but with tears drying on his cheeks, no sign of the heaving, hyperventilating sobs he’d fallen into literally a second ago and says “i win”. it terrifies peter so bad that he can’t look him in the eyes for a week

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Sirius, about the fight jegulus just had: so when you two fight, he makes you sleep on the couch?

James: no, it's even worse. He sleeps on the couch. So on top of being alone, I'm left feeling guilty that he has to sleep on the couch because of me and I'm up all night thinking about my actions.

Sirius: *thinking* I have to make sure that Remus never learns this.

Regulus: I slept like a baby.

Remus: *nodding* I see.

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Sirius, about the fight jegulus just had: so when you two fight, he makes you sleep on the couch?

James: no, it's even worse. He sleeps on the couch. So on top of being alone, I'm left feeling guilty that he has to sleep on the couch because of me and I'm up all night thinking about my actions.

Sirius: *thinking* I have to make sure that Remus never learns this.

Regulus: I slept like a baby.

Remus: *nodding* I see.

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Hi I'm new but I was wondering if you could do hc Alastor x wife!reader who is like Mortichia Addams. Like the long black dress(es) and red lips.

Honestly I see Alastor as an asexual version of Gomez Addams.

Hi! Thank you for sending in the request!! I've been wanting to write something similar to what you suggested lol

Darling, I always wear black

Alastor x wife!reader

Oh, how you had intrigued him the moment the two of you met.

Alastor was on his daily stroll, enjoying how the miserable souls of hell suffered around him as he glanced at the newly opened stores and boutiques.

One of which caught his eye. The decor was very grim but had a certain charm to it. Entering the store, Alastor found himself surrounded by flowers, roses mostly. His ears picked up the sound of a "snip snap" echoing throughout the quiet place.

That is when he saw you, dressed up in a long black gown that stuck to your body, enhancing your curves. You hummed a sweet tune as you cut off the heads of roses and decorated the lonely stems in a vase.

"I do believe that is a rather...unconventional way of arranging flowers." Your eyes shifted to find a rather tall demon- his red attire standing out in contrast to your dark little store.

"I suppose not..." you mused, "but it is just my way of doing things."

Alastor moved closer to you, his clawed hand taking yours gently- watching the lace around your long sleeve droop as he lifted your hand to his lips- kissing your knuckles as a sign of courtesy.

"My name is Alastor, my dear. It's a pleasure to meet you, I say, quite a pleasure!"

Since then, he started visiting your shop quite frequently, often staying back to have a chat after the busy day was over. You enjoyed his presence- he was quite unlike the men you usually had vying for your attention, be it in hell or when you were alive.

Slowly but surely, he had become completely besotted with you. He had always thought he'd fall for someone who wore bright colors and was as lively as he was but your demure and gothic charm had irreversibly enraptured him. Safe to say, his charm had had the same effect on you as well.

"It appears to me that I find myself quite delighted by your presence," you said to him as you sipped your tea, "Some could even say I am..smited? smote?"

"Smitten, I believe, my dear," his eyes half-lidded and smile wider than ever, "And I feel the same way."

It didn't take long for him to present you with a ring.

"Sure it's a tad bit sooner than expected, but why wait, my dear?"

And thus, the two of you became husband and wife. You didn't have a ceremony per se since neither of you enjoyed a large gathering. Both of you just exchanged rings and enjoyed each other's company that day.

After 7 long years of Alastor's absence, you found yourself in front of the Hazbin Hotel in search of answers. You knew a silly project like this would intrigue your husband, so it didn't hurt to look for him there. Besides, his return was made clear to you from the banter he had with Vox over the radio.

The door to the hotel opened to reveal the princess of hell, her eyes wide.

"Greet-" the door slammed shut and then opened again in a split second, "tings." The door shut again.

Your eyebrows scrunched delicately and you let out a puff of air from your red-painted lips in a show of frustration.

The door opened once more. "May I speak now?" you asked, raising one eyebrow as you looked down at the princess.

She stuttered a response which prompted you to introduce yourself to her and the reason for your visit.

"I must say, your idea intrigued me a little, so I decided to pop in for a visit." Hearing you say that, the princess or Charlie as you had gathered from hearing her sales pitch over the news, excitedly bounced on her feet as she led you into the hotel.

While she was introducing you to everyone there, your eyes found Husk, slumped over the bar.

"Greetings, Husker. I would say I'm surprised to see you here but I'm really not," you bluntly stated.

Husk gave out a grunt in reply. Charlie noticed your interaction, "Ooooh you two know each other?"

You let out a laugh, just the one, "We are acquainted, yes. You could say I know the owner of his soul....quite well."

Speaking of, the famed radio demon heard the commotion in the lobby of the hotel and decided to make his presence known by teleporting himself to his destination.

"Charlie, dear, why is there such a buzz-" he paused as his eyes met yours, "Cher..." he trailed off.

"Alastor," your voice was stern, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance...after 7 years, that is."

His smile twitched slightly at your glare. He walked up closer to you and lifted your hand, kissing it, "I missed you, mon cher."

Your eyes softened. His charm had a way of destabilizing your stance. You were supposed to be mad at him, damn it.

Charlie looked puzzled as she asked, "Alastor, do you know our visitor?"

Alastor chuckled as he drew you closer to him by the waist, "Of course I do, she is my wife!"

Everyone, except Husk, was dumbstruck by this new information.

It took a while for Alastor to be in your good graces again, but you couldn't help but give in to his advances. He was your husband after all. One that you loved oh so much.

You had decided to stay with him at the hotel, helping Charlie occasionally with her efforts to make the hotel seem...appealing. Good thing you knew a thing or two about interior designing, however dark or grim your preferences may be.

Niffty had immediately bounced up into your arms the moment she caught wind of your arrival.

"Oh darling, how are you, my sweet?" you asked her as she snuggled up close to you. "I must say, I missed you a whole lot more than my idiotic husband."

Vaggie sidled up close to her girlfriend, "Am I seeing what you're seeing?" Alastor had his head on your shoulder, eyes closed as you ran your fingers through his hair. Charlie's eyes watered, "I know! Aren't the two of them just the sweetest!"

Everyone at the hotel was shocked to see how affectionate the big bad radio demon could be and how much he simped for you. If anyone was looking for Alastor, it's safe to say that he would be found right beside you, one hand on your waist , kissing up your arm affectionately- all the while you reprimanded him for being too touchy albeit, not stopping his onslaught of kisses.

Angel Dust had once asked you, "So uhh... what's a hot gal like you doin' with Mr. tall dark and creepy here?"

Your reply was simple, "He makes me laugh."

The two of you often spent time having tea or rather coffee as per Alastor's preferences, playing the piano together and just relishing in each other's presence.

He had once foolishly suggested a revamp of your wardrobe, trying to squeeze in a few different colors. He was met by your terrifying glare.

"Darling, I always wear black."

You liked to slow dance with him, which he obliged with no hesitance.

You weren't much into swing, preferring a more classy waltz or baroque music but you enjoyed watching him lose himself to the music.

No matter how weird Al was, you loved him all the same.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to reply to this! I got a bit carried away with this request but I do hope it is to your liking!