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NOW THIS IS THE ANGST I NEEDED WOO

»»------► 𝙰 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 (18+) - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 ✦ 𝙰𝙾𝟹 ✦

Pairing: 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘.

Word Count: 𝟺.𝟹𝚔

Warnings: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝��𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎

A/N: 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. >.> 𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

He was angry.

Vincent was angry. The way his lips twitched into a scowl as he watched Alastor kiss the back of your hand let you know all too well how pissed he was. Your lips shook in unease as the colour from your face began to drain. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Mr. Hartfelt.” You spoke firmly with a small smile, trying to eradicate any tone from your voice in an attempt to calm the furious man that was your husband.

“Oh please, ma chérie, do call me Alastor.” His voice filtered with flirtation, promptly causing you to hilt your lips together ever so slightly, struggling to hide how flustered that term of endearment made you, yet masking the gnawing feeling of fear that drowned you. You couldn’t ignore the absolute fury that dressed your husband's face as Alastor pushed your hand against his lips once more, a toothed smirk replacing his wide smile. It felt as though this man knew what he was doing; riling your husband up. But he severely underestimated how much that would affect you in the long haul.

Refusing to allow your face to contort into worry as you feared the consequences of your husband, your eyes subtly darted between Vincent and Alastor, hoping the taller man would get the hint and let go of your damn hand. “Alastor it is then. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Your smile constrained, unable to offer anything genuine as dread coursed through your veins. Your husband was going to hurt you. Bad. You could sense it like a bad omen crawling along the spine of your back.

After you uttered his name back to him, Alastor granted you mercy as he relieved your hand from his gentle grip; a grip that was shockingly contrasting to what you were used to. Your husband was a rough man, whose movements were sharp and harsh. You couldn’t comprehend how a man of all things could touch you with such delicacy like Alastor had just displayed.

Turning his attention away from you, Alastor faced your husband, his smile faltering ever so slightly in the process. “Quite the home and wife you have here dear Vincent! Are you sure you need promotion on my broadcast?” Alastors voice spoke in a completely different tone with your husband, a hint of conceit laced with his words; vastly different to the flirtatious and charming presence he held for you.

Your husband scoffed, seemingly brushing off the ordeal that transpired between you and his guest just seconds ago. You knew it was due to the fact that Alastor had placed attention onto him, and oh did your husband love to talk about himself. “Of course I have quite the home and wife, I worked hard for it.” You mentally rolled your eyes. That man didn’t work hard for shit. He was born into generational wealth; had his life laid out before him on a silver platter, one that allowed him to establish the businesses that kept him in his own current wealth. He didn’t even work hard for your hand in marriage either. He just bought you.

“But businesses require promotional content regardless, and radio is such a popular media. It would’ve been ridiculous of me to reject your generous offer when you approached me.”

Well, that was unexpected. You gazed upon Alastor’s side profile as his eyes twitched in a way that suggested he didn’t like that little spill of information; that it was Alastor that had offered advertisement to your husband. And as quick as that expression came, it disappeared. You wouldn’t be surprised if Vincent had missed it. “Well of course I’d ask! Business is business; it’s what brings in the station's revenue. And it's quite telling how much you need it. So of course I’d offer you some charity work instead of another establishment!” Alastor spoke astutely in response. His words were laced with a sense of cockiness that were tenfold to what your husband initially spouted.

As Vincent's eye twitched, he responded. “Of course, your charity knows no bounds!” It brought a tug of a smirk to your lips as you watched him suck up, but ensuring he didn’t notice your face mock him in the process, you turned more so towards Alastor, watching his smile turn a tad more arrogant. You wondered if he got off on this; making people feel pathetic and small. Ironically, Alastor was belittling your husband, just as Vincent belittled you. Albeit in a vastly different fashion, but belittling still the same. It brought a smile to your face, seeing Vincent be the one having to suck up. To pretend to be perfect. Even if it was for his own greed and not for his life. It made you feel a sense of restitution. In a way.

Hiding his scowl, Vincent approached you, tensing all the muscles in your body. He slotted himself beside you, with Alastor watching his every move with a glunch in his expression. Your husband wrapped his hand around your back; gripping the crevice of your waist with such a force that it pinched your skin through the fabric of your dress. Yet you didn’t flinch. Stilling your body, you halted the smile that sheltered your face, refusing to allow any indication that your husband was inflicting pain on you to show.

You didn’t miss how Alastors gaze turned slightly dark as you noticed him staring right where your husband's hand connected to your waist. In an attempt to change the subject, and the growing negative aura in the room, you spoke up. “By the way dear, food is ready. It just needs plating.”

Vincent huffed, almost dismissively; like he was annoyed you had the gall to speak in the first place. Yet he loosened his grip on you, only to lower it to the small of your back. “Why don’t you go plate it up for us whilst I give our guest here a tour, doll?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, ol’ chap!” Alastor chirped up immediately with a tone of deride, almost as if he was offended that your husband was attempting to force your company away from him. “How awfully stereotypical, making such a lovely dame fix up the gentlemans plate; I won’t have it, not in my presence!” He waved his hand dismissively as he took a step towards you, linking your arm through his, practically tearing you away from your husband before flashing a smile his way. “Why don’t you challenge the norm and plate the food whilst your wife gives me a tour, hmm?”

No. You wanted to object. But your voice stilled in your larynx as you felt a sensation of protection and possessiveness from the stranger who was Alastor. The want to say no was still present despite it, and the want to push this man away from you only increased. Not in disgust, but to protect yourself. It was terrifying; imagining the outcome that was to transpire later, and Alastor seemed to continue taking actions in making it all the more worse for you.

Besides, you needed to plate the food. Vincent was sure to fuck it up, even if it was on accident. You knew he would give you a way smaller portion than you would’ve given yourself and you didn’t want food being ruined. Especially so since you hadn’t eaten in almost two days now. Biting your lip, you remembered that you also needed to make sure only Alastor and Vincent received the venison; there wasn’t enough for all of you after all.

You could feel Vincent’s rage as he watched Alastor pull you in ever so slightly. You needed to alleviate this situation, even if you oddly enjoyed the strange affection that Alastor was bestowing onto you. Craning your neck to look at Alastor, which was quite the task considering how he towered over your frame. You watched him turn his attention towards you, his expression shifted into a more peaceful stance as your eyes connected. “I appreciate your proposal Alastor, but you know how men can be in the kitchen,” You laughed almost awkwardly before continuing. You knew insulting your husband, insinuating he was a bad cook -which he was- would only get you in trouble. But you dreaded the reaction that was to unfold once Alastor had left, and you needed to get away from the radio host, to lessen the repercussions that were due later. “Besides, I’d much prefer to fix dinner for us, it’ll only take a moment, and I’m sure you and Vincent have much to discuss.”

Before you could pull yourself away from Alastor, he unlinked his arm from yours, only to wrap it around your shoulder. You squeaked ever so slightly; only enough for him to hear it as he gripped his fingers in your upper arm gently. “Nothing that can’t be discussed over dinner my darling!” He chuckled softly before pulling you in to the point where your sides met. “Besides, I’m a man and I’m quite the chef; how about I assist you in the kitchen my dear? I can’t fathom a woman such as yourself slaving away for the likes of me! My mother taught me better than that!” He rambled before you felt him playing with tufts of your hair behind your back; discreetly from Vincent's scrutinising gaze.

What the hell was this man thinking? Why did he think he had any right to touch you so much? Regardless of how much you may of enjoyed being touched so softly by rough yet silked hands that offered you a touch of kindness, you didn’t want to piss off your husband. Pulling away rather quickly, Alastor didn’t attempt to pull you back, clearly sensing your unease.

You didn’t miss how his smile faltered ever so slightly.

“I’m starting to think you’re here for my wife, Alastor.” Your husband spoke up, attempting to entwine his words in jest, but you sensed his agitation against the fact that another man was putting his hands all over you.

“Well she is quite the charmer, I can’t deny I’m quite enthralled by her.” You couldn’t help but feel flustered from his choice of words. “But try not to get jealous my friend, I am here to get to know my future associate and his wife.” The way he worded his sentence made you believe he was more attuned to getting to know you rather than both of you equally.

But why? It didn’t make sense as to why this eccentric man was treating you this way; with kindness. Every single guest that had ever entered your house had either simply acknowledged your presence before indulging in conversation with Vincent for the rest of the evening, or they wouldn’t stop staring at you with a lustful gaze whilst complimenting Vincent on wedding you.

Why was Alastor doing this? What was his motive?

Taking you away from your thoughts, Alastor offered you his hand yet again. Turning your gaze toward Vincent, your husband seemed conflicted. You could tell by his facial expression that he didn’t want you near Alastor, but he needed you to be. You knew he would use you now; to soften Alastor up so he could get some sort of advantage over him with this proposition of promotion. With a slight nod of his head, he gave you permission to hold Alastor’s hand.

You didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Now, let's see ourselves to the kitchen, darling.” Threading his fingers through yours, he turned to face Vincent before opening his mouth again. “Why don’t you grab some wine from the cellar whilst we busy ourselves?” Alarm bells immediately triggered in your mind. How the fuck did Alastor know you had alcohol stashed away? And how did he know where it was?

Refusing to voice your concerns in front of your husband, you held back to see if he had picked up on Alastor’s words. Instead, he just falsely smiled, eyebrows furrowing in subtle frustration before stating that he’d be back in a moment. You had thought your husband would not be as inattentive as he just showcased.

As soon as your husband left the room, you spoke softly, enough so that your husband couldn’t hear. “How did you know where the wine was?” It was hard to mask the anxiety in your question, and it felt as though Alastor was consuming your whole field of view as his smile twitched at your question.

“We’re in the prohibition era my darling, everyone, especially well off folks like yourselves have alcoholic beverages hidden within their cellars. Just an easy guess is all.” He whispered. You tried to believe his words, but the way he knew so confidently where it was had you second guessing. Yet, when the man before you beamed a flashy smile at you, you believed him. Was he being truthful? You couldn’t tell.

Pulling you towards him from your intertwined hands, he slowly lowered his face, forcing his back to bend to level against your smaller frame. “Now, why don’t you whisk me away to your kitchen so we can finally eat, my darling?” He almost purred the term of endearment, causing an oddly pleasant sensation to cascade through you. Slowly nodding, you turned around, guiding Alastor along with you as you led him to the kitchen.

Once you both entered, Alastor dramatically breathed in before letting out a dreamy sigh. “What have you made, my darling? It smells like a delicacy!” You felt your body heat up yet again from his charming way of words.

“You’re too kind!” You smiled. “I made jambalaya; I know it’s not a sophisticated dish but-” Your lips halted into a close as Alastor patted his finger against your lips.

“Darling, don’t ever disparage jambalaya in front of me again! It’s a wonderful dish, one of my favourites in fact!” Ah. So that’s why Vincent was so hellbent on you making it; he wanted to butter Alastor up. Looking up at him, his closed smile turned into a toothed one as his finger swiped over the skin of your bottom lip.

Flinching away, worried that Vincent would walk in and catch Alastor overstepping his bounds again with touching you, you attempted to derive his attention. “Well, let’s plate this food, I do hope you enjoy it, Alastor.” You walked towards the glassed cabinet, grabbing three sets of bowls, placing each individual bowl in their respective plates.

“Oh I’m sure I will, ma chérie" You jumped as his voice whispered directly into your ear behind you. You weren’t expecting him to be that close to you. Why was he this close to you? “It smells as good as my mother makes it! Although hers has a kick in it that’ll send you straight into the afterlife!” He laughed heartily before switching his position to be situated next to you instead of behind.

You chuckled along with him. “Sorry, mine won’t be as spicy; Vincent tends to spit out anything that has more than a gram of spice.”

“What a shame.” He shook his head before taking two bowls away from you and placing them next to the stove. “You’ll have to invite me over sometime so I can show you how glorious a well spiced jambalaya can be my darling!”

That sounded nice. Despite how handsy Alastor was, he was a very pleasant man. A huge contrast against your husband. Looking at the man, you took in how he seemed to be a complete opposite when comparing him to Vincent. To the contrast of his skin to the soft touch he displayed, he seemed like a refined gentleman; one that you hoped didn't hold the same sexist views as your husband. But alas, Vincent would never allow you to have your own guest over.

Stumped at the root before anything can bloom.

“I’d like that.” You smiled. Despite knowing you were only leading him on by insinuating it would happen, you truly meant it. Alastor was a breath of fresh air; air that seemed to put a barrier between you and your husband, and it felt freeing. Liberating, almost. Moving toward Alastor with the third bowl, you stood next to him as you lifted the lid off the pot; steam transient as it fluctuated.

You heard Alastor shift next to you as you asked him to grab the cutlery, pointing towards the drawer where they were held whilst you filled the bowls with food; you needed to put all the venison in his and your husbands bowls without it looking weird. But as you finished completing your task you heard Alastor comment on the food.

“Is a child eating here tonight?” You turned around to face him, not expecting him to be bent down, face obscenely close. You raised your eyebrow as he looked towards the bowls.

Gazing upon the bowls you grimaced as you realised how empty your bowl looked compared to the other two. “I just don’t need to eat as much.” You quickly stated. “Got to keep my figure and all.” You patted your hips, trying to play it off as a joke, hoping he’d just accept your answer and leave it alone. But you would slowly learn that Alastor didn’t like to leave certain things alone.

“Are you impartial to venison too?”

No, you weren’t. You enjoyed it in fact. But Alastor didn’t need to know that; didn’t need to learn the details of your life. You’d never see him again anyway. Lying to him wouldn’t be an issue. “Oh, I’m not a huge fan of red meat, so it would only be wasted on me.”

His expression implied he didn’t believe you; as if he knew you were lying straight through your teeth. You didn’t like how it made you feel bad, lying straight to his face, and it made you feel even worse when he looked at you like that. But it was what you had to do.

To protect yourself.

Before Alastor could respond to you, Vincent entered the kitchen. You had forgotten, if only for a minute, how oppressive the air became when he lingered around you. With wine in his hand, he set the glassed bottle onto the dining table, and you immediately took a step back from Alastor; picking up the bowls before settling them in their respective places.

You tuned out, pretty much dissociated the moment your husband walked in the room, sat in your seats. Vincent began talking about his ridiculous advertisement, and as you glared down at your almost empty bowl you began to feel agitated. Angry, even; that you had to eat so little when you were the one that made the fucking dish your greedy little maggot of a husband was hoarding to himself. But Vincent would be pissed if you ever thought you deserved the same amount of food he had. He’d call you a fat pig for doing such a thing. Sometimes you wished you had the backbone to say even half of the vile words he spouted at you; fantasised about disobeying him, eating whatever you wanted, going out wherever you wanted. Ultimately if it were up to you, you wouldn’t be with the sorry excuse of a man to begin with.

You’d be with someone like Alastor.

Gripping your fork a bit tighter you looked toward the man who intruded your thoughts. A thought you couldn’t believe entered your mind. It was strange, but you decided yes. If it were up to you, you’d think you would have a content and happy life if you were able to live it with someone as soft handed as Alastor.

Not being able to take your gaze off of him, he turned his gaze towards you; as if he had sensed you staring at him. His mouth moved, but you didn’t hear any words reverberate from him. Looking at your husband as you slowly began to zone in, he gave you a look. One that told you you were fucking things up. “I apologise Alastor, I didn’t quite hear you.” You spoke softly, placing your hands on your thighs.

“It’s quite alright, darling. I was asking if you’d like to come with your husband to my broadcasting station next Friday.” You pieced together that Vincent would most likely be advertising his business during the upcoming visit. Taking a quick glance at your husband you could tell he wanted you to decline.

But you wanted to see Alastor again.

You wanted him to look at you again with those kind eyes, speak to you with those sweet words, touch you with his soft hands.

You knew you would only face punishment for accepting, you knew it. But for the first time in a long time, you craved for something- someone more than you feared being hurt. You wanted a friend.

Alastor could be your friend.

“Of course, I’d love to see what goes down.” As soon as those words left your mouth your husband's attitude only worsened. You knew he wanted to hit you for saying that, he wanted to scream at you. But seeing him fidget there in his seat, seething away as he composed himself in front of Alastor made you feel powerful.

Alastor spoke to you about how delighted he was that you would be joining along, and you stayed attentive, hung onto his every word. The want to dissociate wasn’t present when he spoke to you, it was refreshing. Yet that feeling became absent the moment Vincent joined in the conversation, forcing you to tune out once again.

Throughout the evening, you were in and out of it; only becoming attentive when Alastor spoke to you. Luckily for you, your husband wasn’t interested in conversing with you. Not one bit. It was nice; having his attention off of you.

As you slowly progressed your way out of dissociation, and began partaking ever so slightly in the conversation with Alastor, the evening grew into night, and Vincent began hinting at the time, offering to take Alastor home.

It was then that your false sense of safety shattered.

Reality kicked in. You didn’t want Alastor to leave. You were scared. Frightened, in fact. You weren't ready to face what your husband had in store for you, and you probably never would be. You chewed on the inners of your gums as you attempted to stop anxiety that pulsed through your veins; to stop your brain from imaging what was about to happen.

As Alastor declined his offer, stating that he would make his own way home, he stood in front of you.

You don’t recall making your way back at the doorway; you don’t even recall finishing your food.

His eyes, almost black, observed you, glittering with an emotion you failed to make out.

“I’ll see you soon, darling.” He voiced before leaving your house.

The evening seemed to end too fast. How did time go so quickly?

You wanted to scream, beg for help. Ask him to save you. But your voice stilled, as did your expression. Only bidding him farewell as you watched the walking animation of him cease from your visibility, your husband locked the front door.

You were pathetic. Stupid in fact. Why did you do the things you did? Why couldn’t you have just been perfect for tonight? Why were you deluding yourself into thinking Alastor could- or would protect you? If anything he caused you more harm than good due to his lingering touches and flirtatious attitude.

He was a man after all. He would only bring you misery. And that misery was what you had to currently face.

Looking toward your husband, his eyes were already pinpointed on you, and before you could even coherent a word of an apology, your vision blurred as you fell to the floor. You gripped your cheek as a sharp stinging sensation began to irritate your skin. He had hit you.

You weren't surprised.

Gripping one hand against the wood of the floorboards whilst holding your cheek with the other, Vincent threaded his fingers into your hair, yanking you up so you rested on your knees before he dragged you towards the sofa in the parlour. You yelped, wanting to scream, but the hyperventilation that mixed with your tears only forced you to let out sobs instead.

Throwing you against the sofa, Vincent crouched in front of you, gripping your cheeks to force you to look into his eyes. “You’re just a flat tired whore aren’t you? Dressing up like this.” He punched you in the stomach, making you heave. You wanted to scream; he was the one who told you to wear the damn dress in the first place. “Let that smiling cunt touch you all over, letting him kiss your fucking hand.” He gripped your temples before bashing the back of your skull against the floor. Your vision vertigo as you heard him continue. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

“No-” Another punch. “I don’t-” Another. “Stop!” You begged, pleaded, but he kept sending a barrage of harsh attacks against you, on your arms, on your legs, on your stomach; but after that first initial hit, he gave mercy to the skin that covered the facial features of your head.

Before he tore himself off you, he ripped the top of your dress in two. You stopped yourself from covering yourself as the cold air prickled your skin; you knew better than to hide your form from Vincent.

He would only make this worse on you if you did.

As he took a seat on the sofa, letting out huffs of breath in process, he began to unbutton his dress shirt. “You’re going to get your fucking ass here within the next ten seconds, and if my cock isn’t in your fucking mouth by then,” His face glared at you in craze. “I’m going to kill you.” Quickly, you stood on your feet, not taking his threat lightly. Stumbling over yourself, you made your way towards him. Landing on your knees, you quickly unbuttoned his trousers as you began your process of dissociation.

Closing your eyes you began to pretend, pretend that what was happening wasn’t happening.

That you were doing the activity with someone you actually loved.

Just a faceless person.

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His loss and ruin.

Angel x sibling reader

๑ | synopsis: after a few years in hell, angel met a certain demon that he thought he could actually trust. Angel did actually fell for him, sadly, kindness nor love was a thing in hell, so he became more ruined and broken. Until a certain gambling demon came for his rescue.

๑ | tw : cursing, panick attack, abuse will be mentioned, blood, gore, death will be also be mentioned.

๑ | a/n : a part two from " my little sunshine " ig? HAHA I just watched HH ep 4 or 5 just right now and it just booster my motivation to write a second part of that one HEHE hope y'all liked it! ~

" My little sunshine "

Master list

After the chaos occured on Valentino's studio and his very first heated argument with husk, angel ran off to a strip club to blow off some steam, but Satan must be hating on him somehow to bring husk to his tail and be his 'little-shining-armor' and caused more chaos.

" husk, what the actual fuck you are doin' here? " angel groaned as he struggled against his hold.

" let go off me! " he tried to pulled his arms back but fails miserably when husk tightened his hold to him and proceeds to push him away from the club.

" no, I'm takin' you back to the hotel. " husks gruff voice grumbled behind him.

" gett- off! " he groaned as he kicked his legs back trying to push him away to his relief, husk finally let go of his arms. Angel dusted off non-existent dust off of himself as husker gave him a frustrated look.

" that fucker put somethin' on yer drink. " angel glared at him.

" you don't think I can't tell when someone spikes my drink?! " he snapped as he run his fingers to his hair " I do this all fuckin' time! " he continues as husk gave him a look of disbelief.

" you just let people drug you all the time? "

More anger and frustration bubbled to angels chest, the bottle is in the verge of exploding.

Angel snapped his body to husks direction as his hands were in front of him, indicating his distress and frustrations.

" you think I ask for it? ! " he snapped, catching husk off guard. " I don't ask any of this shit! "His hands flew above from his head as more of his bottled emotions pour out.

" I didn't ask to be this way. " he turned back to him as husk stared at him.

" I didn't ask for you Charlie to save me, " he pointed at Huskers chest as he stepped away.

" I didn't asked for you to save me. " he pointed more to his chest, there nose were barely touching.

" I can handle myself. " he huffed pointing at himself " really? Because I just see someone self-distructing. " husked snapped back pointing back at angel's chest which angel leaned away. Husker pauses before continuing.

" it's seems like-- " just turned away " I don't know.. " he shook his head. Husker turned back again to face angel as he shrugged awkwardly " it seems like you need a bartender to talk too. " angel laughed at he placed his hand to hide forehead.

" oh, so— " he flew his hands again to his side as he chuckled. " now you're going to act like you give shit about me? " he places one of his hand to his hip.

" you think after how you treated me—" he quirkee a brow a him, pointing at him " I'm going to open up to you? Please. " he huffed as he opens his arms again dramatically as he turned away ready to walk out of this, and this conversation before he breaks more.

" maybe I would treat you better if you you were real, " more anger filled angels nerves as unwanted memories flew back to his mind. From the start where he was alive. Where he was still with you.

Anthony came back home late again with more bruises on his neck, his body was swaying as he stumbled to his steps when his eyes landed on you.

You were seated in front of the door with your arms and legs crossed.

He wondered, why we're yous till awake.

" anth. "

Anthonh breath out before cracking up a wobbly smile as he leaves ok the door frame " heya sunshine. " he shot and finger guns at you, but your expression remains the same and clearly unfazed.

He gulped, " why- why are you still awake? It's in the middle of the night.. " he stumbled up on his step as he walked towards your direction.

" oh I don't know, maybe because I was waiting for my idiot, stupid of a brother to come home and actually eat with me in the nights and sleep together and cuddle like he promised? " you quirked a brow at him as you stand up from your seat.

He gulped once again, " oooh.. " he breathe to his teeth as he sighed and gave you an apologetic look. " I'm sorry sunshine.. For- not being able to eat dinner with you.. It's just- "

" work has been very tougher lately and you/i can't afford to leave early. " you rolled your eyes, perfectly synchronizing with him which he gave you a shock look before letting out a breathless laugh.

" well- wow. " he coughed out.

" anth.. " you sighed frustratedly as you walked towards him " I know you, we're literally siblings. I know you from head to toe and you're like an open book to me. "

You stared up at him with a frown, he looked completely nervous, making you sigh as he averted eye contact again.

" I know when soemthin's up or not, and I can tell that work has not been only tough, but rough for ya too. And don't think I can't see the bruises anth, I can literally see the dried blood on 'yer nose. " you squinted an eye at him which he flinched when you noticed this.

He sighed as he slumped before chuckling.

" I just can't hide anythin' from ya, aight sunshine? "He cocked his head to the side.

" bitch, I've been with your for years, what did ya expect? " you chuckled when you felt a stinging pain on your forehead.

" hey! Language. " he pouted.

" Italian and english? " you sarcastically replied.

" Gesù Cristo, sei una minaccia, " he chuckled as he shook his head ruffling your hair.

" hey! Watch it! I just groomed that! " you groaned. But giggling afterwards, he too started to chuckle as the both of you shared a heart laugh.

Once the both of you calmed down, a soft from were on your face again as you sighed.

" I just don't want'cha to hide things from me anth.. You've been there for me ,and I wanna be there for ya too, so please just cut the act ok? " you dropped your head softly to his chest as you lazily hang your arms around his waist.

" I don't want to see you silently suffer so please, " you tilted your head to meet his troubled face.

" don't be afraid to lend me 'yer troubles ok? "

Angel stared at you for a moment before sighing as he hugged you with his other hand on your head.

" what can I do? I can't say no ta that eyes sugar. " he softly laughed as you smiled brightly at him.

" good, now let's eat! "

Angel felt tears swelled up upon his eyes at the memory as his heart pounded, he the lump of his throat thickens as he listened more to husk.

" and not some bullshit version of yourself, ways pushin' my boundaries. " husks scoffed as he watched angel walked away from him. This grew more frustration for husk.

" lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are! " he snapped as he swung his hand to his side. " how famous, how hot. "

" so you might as well just cut the act. " angel stopped from his tracks. With that single sentence, he finally snapped.

" anth.. We talked a bout this, I told you to not be afraid of lending me your troubles. If I were to loose my life just ta have you to open up then sure I'd fuckin' bet my life on that. " you sighed dramatically as angel shot you a look for swearing but you ignored it " like I've said, I've been with you for years, I can literally see through that mask that you're in trouble. So please just drop the act, ok? "

Your voice rang onto his mind as his mind finally went blank, emotions finally exploding.

" IT'S NOT AN ACT! " he snapped turning around to face husk again, tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. Husk was once again, shocked as he finally see his walls breaking down.

" it's who I need to be.. " he hugged himself as he averted his eyes.

" and this— " his hand flew above his head " this is my escape " escape from everything,escape from val, escape from the memory,the memory of you dying into his arms. He smiled but it was strained and tensed.

" where I can forget about it all! " he turned again stumbling as he leaned into the clubs wall for support. An image of you dead in his arms flashed into his mind again.

" h-how much I hate-! " himself, he hated himself for for not being able to save you from that night. " everything! " he continued.

" a place where I can get high, and not have to think how much it hurts. " he clutched his chest. He wondered, what would you think if you saw him now, would you still care for him? Love him? Would you still see him as an older brother?

" and maybe.. " he pushes himself off of the wall as he places his hands on the side of his head as he looked down on his foot. " I can ruin myself enough in the process, " his hands slowly went limp to his side.

" if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite you any more and.. I wont have to remember that fuckin' night where she died right into my arms. " his voice shook as he shook his head trying to shove away the memory of you slowly going limp into his arms.

Angel sat on the side walk, hugging his legs into his chest.

" and maybe he'll let me go.. And maybe.. And just maybe.. I might get actually redeemed and see her again. "

Husk looked down at the spider demon sadly, he wondered who's she he was talking about. But he figured that it must be someone from the day he was life, deciding not to push it, husk sat down beside him.

Husk sighed heavily as he started, " I was an overload once you know." Husk started. Angel turned his head to look at him to see if he was lying.

Husk met his eyes before smiling awkwardly.

" yeah.. And uh.. " he trailed " it's was nice to have that power, but when your dealing with souls, while Also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And loosing a few more hands can be more than a little dangerous, so when you're down on you luck, you turn into anything to..keep you afloa even making deals yourself. So I know what is like to.. Regret the choices made and.. " he pauses for long before starting again. " knowin' ya can't take it back. " he finishes, a thickening silent envelopes them before angel broke it.

" I..." He trailed as he stared at the puddle infront of him " had a little sister. " husk perked up at the mention of this before turning to look at angel,

' so that was the "she" he was talking about. ' husk thought. He remains silent and listened further.

" she was my everything, my source of light, my little sunshine. " angel smiled sadly, husks eyes widened a little to see him talking so sweety about someone, but it was a relative anyways so of course he'd talk sweetly about it. But it was new to see angel dust being like that.

" our parents were never good, so we eventually ran away from home once I turned 18,she was 16 back then. " he pauses before continuing " her name is Y/N, Y/N is.. Someone ya should not mess with, the girl was like a tiger on loose when mad. " he chuckled dryly " but overall that chaotic personality, she was the sweetest sugar you'd eva' picked, a delicate little flower. " he sighed as he stared into the distance.

" back then, I was very secretive, hidin' my outside doins from her, comin' home late and neva' eaten dinners with her, no cuddles night and such... " he sighed before continuing " she confronted me once about that, but.. I choose to hide things from her again, till one night. I caught myself in a bad deal and stole bunch'a drugs and money.. And that stupidity of mine caused her life. " he tests finally pour into his eyes as he let out a little sob.

" I watched-... Husk i watched her.. Died right in my eyes! " he panted as he turned to the feline who had his eyes wide at the information he was getting. " and.. Right into my arms. " angel hugged himself tighter.

" so that's why.. I did everything.. Everything to ruin myself more.. Just to get that wipe off of my mind, to forget- her hands slowly let go of my hand.. Her eyes running out of life.. That- little sad smile she held even dying. " he cried, shoulders were shaking as he sobbed, husk sighed as he placed a hand ok angels shoulder and pats it.

" everyday.. Everytime, I regretted not coming home early, I regretted not spending enough time with her, I regretted for not listenin' to her.. If I could turn back the time.. If I had a second chance to be with her.. I'll.. I'll be a better brother this time. " he sobbed.

Husk was silent, trying to look a better words to ease up the spider demon, he let out a heavy sigh before smiling lightly.

" well , I never known the gal but.. I'm sure she forgives ya. " he started as he watched angel tears up.

" you did fucked up big time but.. " he pauses as he stand up and walked in front of angel.

" I'm sure the gal still see's you the bestest brother she eva' had. You did took care of her once the both of ya left yer parents house, so the little gal must be waitin for ya up there. " husk smiled at him before holding out his hand, angel smiles before wiping off his tears and accepted his hands pulling himself up.

"... Thanks.. For.. Listening. " angel awkwardly rubbed his arms as husk shrugs.

" told ya you could need a bartender to talk. " the both of them chuckled when the clubs door busted open and saw them.

" THERE THEY ARE, FUCKING GET THEM! "

I'm the heavens, on your room, your hands fiddled with the necklace on your neck as you stared off into the distance.

Suddenly your nose itch making you sneeze, you rubbed your nose as you sniffle groaning a bit.

" to who ever the fuck talkin about me, I hope you bit your tongue. " you groaned.

After the little massacre happened, angel and husker were covered in blood as the two happily walked their way back on the hotel when angel suddenly bit his tongue.

" OW- FUCK-"

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 2500 likes!

WAIT WOAH- IS THIS SERIOUS??

#2500 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you

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BURN A MOTH

Characters : angel dust, alastor, vox, valentino x human reader.

๑ | synopsis : angel came back to the hotel with a beaten bruises on his face, once you saw this your heart dropped at the sight that you started bombarding him question which he refused to answer, but you kept pestering him. Once he finally admitted, oh dear Satan hell have never been more hotter than your rage.

๑ | tw : cursing, bit blood will be mentioned.

๑ | a/n : this is actually an adaption of the small comic I made, click here to see the art!

Master list | master list

Sipping your coffee as you him yourself a tune while reading the book in your hand as the hotels door slammed opened revealing your favorite spider demon.

Upon seeing his figure, your mood brightened seeing him as you dropped your book and skipped to the tall spider.

" Angeeeel! " you beamed, but after seeing his whole form stopped from you from pouncing on him as your felt your heart dropped.

Angel was covered in bruises and a busted lip and a black eye on his right eye.

" holy shit- angel, what happened to you?! " you scurried closer to him trying to reach for his cheeks but failed due to his height and leaning away.

" I'm fine toots, just got into a fight. " he murmured as he held your shoulders refraining you from jumping on him.

" nah nah, don't give me the "just" angge, you're literally a mess! " you huffed as your grabbed his hand and pulled him to the sofa. " sit. "

" toots- 's ok- I'm fi- " you cut him " sit. The. Fuck. Down. " that was enough for him to shut his mouth and flipped himself to the sofa.

He flinched when he felt your fingers into his busted lip, his other arms went to grab your waist while his other set of arm were on your shoulders and his other arm was on your wrists, stopping you from touching his face further.

" what the f- angel! Let me look! " you groaned as you climbed into the sofa in between his legs as you reached out to his face.

" 'm tellin' you! I'm fine! " he groaned as he pushes you away but you kept pushing yourself into him.

" fine?! Bitch- you're literally bleeding! "

" angel... Please? "

Angel groaned more as his grip from your waist and hand lessen finally giving you an access to him. Your hand softly touched his cheek with him flinching in the process, angels head turned away from you, away from your eyes. You could see tears swelling up into his eyes as your eyes scanned his injuries more.

Angel felt terrible, he felt worse, he felt... Dirty, he hated it.

He sighed deeply before turning to you.

"Satisfied? " he asked but stopped once he saw your dark expression.

".... Y/n?.. "

" angel.. I want the names. "

" huh? Why? - "

" names. Please. "

Angel sighed in defeat " fine.. It's my boss, valentino.. Don't know the fuck happened to that dick but that jerk suddenly barged in 'ta my room and started roughin' my shit up. " he groaned, at the story he just told you, everything around you gone blank as your vision started to go red.

"... Uh y/n?.."

Alastor was just in his room, playing soft songs to his radio while he enjoyed his venison when he heard footsteps outside of his door before his door was barged open.

His smile became strained as his brows knitted as he saw the certain spider demon out of breath in his door step.

" ever heard of knocking before or have you just loose your manners entirely. " alastor scowl but his smile still remains.

His antlers becomes larger as symbol starts to appear around him as the statics became loud.

" this better be very important or I'll have your head on my wall for disturbing my dinner like that and barging into my door without my permission. " he growled as his neck snapped side way.

Once angel finally catches his breath he raises his head to face the radio demon.

" i-its.. Pant it's the human! Fuck- hurry and get your ass out of here! "

The sound of the television bugging and short circuiting and crashes filled the bee's tower.

" OW- WHAT THE FUCK- HOW ARE YOU THIS POWEFUL?! " valentino screeched as he tried to fly away but only to be stabbed by a thrown butcher knife on his wings by you. " FUCK! " he cursed as he glanced at his pierced Wing trying to tug the butcher knife off of his wings, he glanced back at his fellow tv demon but his eyes we're blown wide only to see a hanger piercing into his screen. Val stopped from his movements when he saw your shoes.

He slowly tilted his head up to see you glaring at him with another butcher knife on your hand.

Before all of this chaos, the vee's were just peacefully doing their thing when screams and crashes echoes below their floor. When vox came to check it out, he saw his staff beaten up and then a human in the center of the room, walking towards his direction, vox tried to stop you but only to be shoved away by you. Vox didn't like that so the two of you fought for a moment before the moth overload finally came down and aw the two of you in each other's neck, once you saw the sight of him, your attention quickly changed to val. And then this happened, but with vox now laying on the floor with a hanger on his screen.

" I'm gonna fucking tear that shitty ass wings and give that shitty lookin cottond to nifty and make it my door mat and hang your head into my wall. " you grinned as you raised your butcher.

" might as well chop your dick off and feed it to the cannibal~well if you have one. " you giggled as you saw val paled.

Valentio screamed as you swung the butcher towards him only to be you pulled back.

" alright that's enough. " a familiar static voice called behind you.

Alastor held you by the back of your T-shirt as you still tried to advance to Val as he screams.

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAA "

" as entertaining this is but I cant have my little human wiping out the vee's just like that! Imagine! Getting killed by a mere human! " alastor humored as his eyes landed on a defeated vox.

" oh how pathetic! "

Angel was just behind alastor, his mouth was dropped open as he saw the massacre you made.

"... Holy shit.. "

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