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Flowers (Alastor x fem!reader)

Warnings: Female reader, feelings of inadequacy, insecurity, and FLUFF. SO MUCH FLUFF.

(A/N: So uhhhh, this is late. the worst part is that I wrote this months ago, I just completely forgot about it. Sorry this is so late, I didn't remember that I had written this Valentine's Day oneshot until I was looking through my drafts. Anway, I hope you enjoy it!)

Valentine's day. The day to hold your loved ones close and tell them how much you care for them. Alastor always thought of this as a stupid holiday that corporations probably came up with just to make their consumers feel like they have to spend excessive amounts of money just to prove how much they love each other. Plus, he found the idea of having a day to show your beloved how much they meant to you silly. Shouldn’t you do that every day? The whole concept seemed off to him.

That was until he fell for you. He still didn’t like the corporations part, but having an excuse just to throw gifts and hugs and everything amazing at you for a whole day? You didn’t have to tell him twice! Plus, he knew you liked the holiday, with your cheerful and frankly adorable personality and all. But of course, being the “heartless” man he was, he had never bought anybody a valentine’s day gift. Meaning, that when the day drew near, he had no clue what to get you. He could always ask Charlie, but he was a little embarrassed too. The feared Radio Demon asking what to get his girlfriend for valentine’s day? Preposterous! He was honestly, a little terrified to ask Angel, knowing he would get a less-than-savory response. Vaggie would know, but she and him weren’t exactly on the best of terms. And the others probably wouldn’t know any more than him. Honestly, the only person he would feel comfortable asking a more intimate question, such as this, would be you. But obviously, he couldn’t do that. So, he resorted to the next best thing, spying! He and his shadows lurked in dark corners and allies as they watched the common people of hell collect things to gift to their lovers. He noted the most common things, such as sweets, stuffed animals, and jewelry. He also saw a lot of red and pink, along with hearts. Unfortunately for him, not the actual organ, but the heart symbol. If he could just rip out someone’s heart to give to you, that would be much simpler! But of course, nothing was that easy.

The one thing that he noticed every demon had though, was flowers of some sort. Almost always roses. This was a problem for him. He knew you adored flowers, and he would LOVE to see your face light up as he handed you some of your favorites. But, he was cursed with wilting any flower he came close to. This power was never a problem, in fact, he found it quite amusing, until now. He couldn’t give you a wilted flower. He knew that. He thought that he would be very appreciative of one, should he be gifted it, but he knew that you wouldn’t. You and him just found flowers beautiful in different ways. Giving you fake flowers almost seemed insulting. And he didn’t want them to be delivered straight to you, because then he would never get to see your reaction. Plus, he wants to make sure every gift you receive is perfect, and he can’t inspect the flowers to make sure they are, so he would be left at the mercy of the person arranging them. He couldn’t even watch from afar, as sometimes even looking at them was enough to completely drain them of all their life and color. He loathed the idea of seeing your precious smile fall after seeing your beautiful flowers die right in front of your eyes. So what was he to do?

He was panicking about this for the three days leading up to valentines day. A valentines day gift simply wasn’t complete without flowers it seemed. But he physically couldn’t hand you them, or even look at them. But a man HAD to give a woman flowers that befit her beauty. But he simply couldn’t. But he would sooner be caught playing modern video games than giving you a subpar gift for valentines day. He was really starting to freak out about this! So, he came to only one conclusion. He would simply have to give your more of all the other stuff to make up for it!

He spent the whole day before finding the most extravagant and beautiful gifts for you. Only the best of gifts for the best of women! The finest and most expensive chocolates in all of hell? Absolutely. The most lavish jewelry made with all your favorite gemstones? Obviously! A teddy bear bigger than you? Definitely. Only the best. He even replaced the bow tie it had on with one that matches his. He wanted everything to be perfect. He even made reservations at the nicest restaurant on this side of the pentagram. It is usually impossible to get reservations so last minute, but with some convincing, he was able to work miracles! Usually, he would want to make you dinner, but he will be so busy spoiling you tomorrow, that he won’t have the time. It’s fine, you eat his cooking almost every day. Soon, he found that he was running out of places to hide all this stuff in the hotel. No Matter, he would just have to make space in his pocket dimension.

Finally, it was late, almost midnight. Soon, the special day would come, and everything will be perfect for you. A whole day just to give you gifts and to snuggle you. He was over the moon. He was just a tad bit worried that even the extensive amount of gifts he bought you, won't replace the lack of romantic flowers. Every woman dreams of being gifted her favorite flowers by her love, and he couldn’t give that to you. This was one of the many reasons he just didn’t deserve you. He nervously looked up from his desk, and to the pile of things on the other side of the room. It had everything someone could buy for the holiday, perfumes, dresses, cards, The only thing missing was flowers. The one thing he wanted to give you the most. The most romantic thing he could do for you was to give you a beautiful red rose on the most romantic day of the year. And he couldn’t.

He felt his smile shrink a bit, and decided to go back to focus on what he was currently working on. A love poem for you. He had never written poetry. Never even tried. But he heard it was another romantic practice, and decided he could give it a try. It was much more challenging than he expected. How could one articulate such complicated and indescribable feelings through written words? He crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it in the trash can by his desk, which was full of more failed pieces. Just as he reaches to grab another piece, he hears a light knock at his office door. In the blink of an eye, his shadow dove through the small crack under the door and came back to Alastor to tell him who it was. To Alastor’s delight, it was you!

He jumped up from his chair and hurriedly made his way over to the door. He carefully opened it as little as possible for him to slide out and greet you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. He has never done that before. He always politely opened to door for you to come in, or if he was really busy just shouted for you to let yourself in. You have never seen him just squeeze his way out to try to hide the sight of his office from you.

“How may I help you, my darling?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, a gesture you always found utterly adorable.

“Well I came here to wish you a happy Valentine's day,” you stop for a second as a few nearby clocks start chiming, signaling it was now midnight. “But now I am more interested in what you are trying to hide from me in there” You lean to the side a bit and peer around him to the door, only for your vision to be blocked again as he stepped in front of you. You were honestly a little concerned. He had been kind of ignoring you these past few days, and now he is trying to hide something from you. Although, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have the slightest idea. You caught a glimpse of Niffty shoving some bright pink boxes behind a bookshelf while muttering about how Alaster ought to give her a raise.

You turn to look back up at him, deciding to give him a more stern look. You were going with the ‘mother scolding her child who obviously broke something and is lying about it’ approach. Crossing your arms and tapping your foot, you never stopped looking directly into his eyes, waiting for his response.

Alastor could feel your eyes pierce directly through him and into his soul. You could read him like a book. He started to nervously look around, avoiding eye contact and starting to desperately come up with an excuse. He could technically give you your gifts now, but he wanted to wait until you woke up in the morning, like what was proper.

This whole scene would look absolutely ridiculous to anybody walking by. A horrifying being of darkness and destruction getting treated like a misbehaving toddler by someone half their size.

“Well my dear, you see, I was, well,” He finally looked you in the eyes, after coming up with a sufficient topic changer. “Well my dear, I think we should be paying more attention to the fact that you are still awake. And at this ungodly hour of the night! Ridiculous! We must get you straight to bed.” He grabs your arm and starts hurriedly leading you to your room.

You were awake this late because you had only just finished with his gifts, but you couldn’t tell him that. So instead you went with,

“Well, I just couldn’t sleep without you. Where have you been all week? I miss you.”

Meanwhile, Alastor can’t tell you where HE’S been, so all he can do is try to switch to conversation back to you.

You guys just go back and forth until you are in your room, getting dressed in your nightwear. You eventually break and just give up with your attempted interrogation.

“You know what? Whatever! You keep your secrets you vile, evil man!” You said the last part with an obvious tone of sarcasm, so he doesn’t accidentally take it to heart. Alastor let out a small sigh of relief, knowing that you would finally stop trying to tear into him, and he could stop trying to do the same to you. He really didn’t care what you were doing. You are always up this late on your phone. He tiredly climbed into bed where you happily joined him. You cuddled up close to his side as he carefully wrapped his arms around you. You tilted your head up slightly and placed a soft kiss on his lips, which he graciously returned.

Perhaps he isn’t perfect, and maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but he has you. He has you and he knows you love him, and he loves you, more than anything else. You two love each other, and that is all you need. Not flowers, not poems, not gifts, or any material object. Just with each other, you two can be happy.

P.S. you totally got him some wilted flowers and spent a long LONG time trying to convince him the next day that flowers weren’t actually that important.

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strawberrysins · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

Started: August 10th, 2022

Last Updated: March 1, 2023

Man In Red (Alastor x Reader)

|| Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 |

Related Works

|| NSFW Alphabet || Flowers (Oneshot) |

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strawberrysins · 3 years ago

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Alastor x Reader NSFW Alphabet

I'm back! having a bit of writer's block on the third chapter of Man In Red, so I decided to write this on my sick day off. This is my first time writing any kind of smut, so consider this me testing the waters and trying to make myself more comfortable. I'm actually pretty proud of it lmao. All that being said, I hope you all enjoy it, and I would really love to hear anybody else's opinions or ideas on these.

Warning: Filth. Total filth. This is just some nasty smut I made while I was running a 101 F (38.3 C) degree fever.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Alastor is very loving when it comes to you, and his aftercare habits reflect that. He is a gentleman, first and foremost, so anything you ask for will be done in no time. Hot baths, snacks, and soft cuddles are very common for him, he needs to make sure his darling is as comfortable as possible.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t really hold a preference for any of his body parts (though he would easily be able to pick out his tail as his least favorite.) If he had to choose, he would probably say his hands. He loves how much power they hold, and how much he can do with them. This goes for you and anybody else, though for everyone else it holds a much more violent meaning. But for you he loves how he can feel the softness of your hair as he runs his hands through it, and how when used just right, they can make you sing and squirm for him. As for your body parts, he loves every part of you, but your eyes hold a special place in his heart. They exist in his mind constantly, holding untold power over him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person.)

He cums a lot, way more than any other man you’ve been with. He orgasms long and hard, absolutely filling you up when he doesn’t pull out. You’re unsure if it’s because he’s a demon, or if it is just an Alastor thing. You haven’t been with any other demons and neither of you has said anything about it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t have many, due to him not being a very sexual being. However, he has one, one he secretly fantasizes about, one that gets him going in a way he truly doesn’t understand, one he hopes you will never find out about. To set the stage, once when he was up in his radio tower doing his normal work, not on air, his shadow started messing with him. Nothing out of the ordinary, until it started whispering in his ear, very obviously impersonating you, moaning, whining his name, etc. Just then, a wonderfully awful thought crossed Alastor’s mind, making him blush like mad and shoo his shadow off, it thinking the impression of you is what got him. It wasn’t. What got him was that it gave him the idea of taking you in his radio tower, live, on air, for all of hell to hear, bent over his control panel with the microphone right up in your face so not a single sound of yours will go unnoticed. He brushed it off quickly enough, vowing to never ever speak of it, but it still crosses his mind now and again.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His experience is… minimal, to say the least. You are his first. He did try to educate himself on the subject, trying his best to get the gist through magazine articles of tips. He even tried to watch a video once. Key word tried. All that said, once it was actually time to try it with you, he was a bit of a fumbling idiot. He had to let you take the reigns once or twice, just because of how incompetent he was. However, once you started doing it more often, he eventually got the hang of it. He is now proud to say that he has it down, almost to an exact science.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything intimate, so plain missionary will probably take the cake. He is willing to try any position. (he thinks anything with you both standing up sounds a little awkward, however, due to the height difference.) He also likes any position where he can be dominant, doggy style, and missionary with your ankles on his shoulders and your wrists pinned above your head come to mind. It should be noted that when he is in his rut doggy style is his preferred position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they more humorous, etc)

Usually, he is more serious, especially when there is a romantic and sensual tone in the air. However, he is a goofball who has trouble allowing himself to feel vulnerable, so he would be lying if he said he didn’t crack a joke a few times right in the middle of you two going at it. When he first did it, he didn’t understand that you didn’t process what he was saying, let alone have the capacity to laugh at it while he was pounding into you. He didn’t say anything at the time but made it very know that he was highly offended afterward.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is very well groomed down there, just like he is everywhere else. You haven’t seen much of the hair that grows down there, but from the stubble you’ve seen, it looks red, just like the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

For the most part, he is very romantic. He sees sex as mostly just a way to be closer to you, the most intamate and vulnerable act you and him can partake in. That being said, he is really thoughtful, wispering in your ear how beautiful you are, kissing you all over, and always telling you how much he loves you throughout. When he is in rut it is often a lot less romantically focused, but he still makes sure to tell you he loves you at least once.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often. Due to his asexuality and the time period he comes from, it holds a certain air of shame about it to him. (he’s got the heavy post-nut depression, lmao) Whenever he was in his rut he had to do it, locking himself in his home or radio tower for at least three weeks, constantly having to stop whatever it was he was doing to take himself in his hand and get rid of the searing heat. Obviously not something he was willing to go through in the presence of others. Now that he has you though, he can get through his cycle without having to do that too often. When he isn’t going through all that, he does it every now and again. It isn’t something he is particularly fond of, but hey, you do what you gotta do. (I like to think that he once picked up a romance novel with a light smut scene and jacked off to it because it is really the only kind of porn he can tolerate. Afterwards he was so embarrassed of himself that he burned it and never spoke of it again.)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BDSM or anything to do with bondage is something he will love. The only rule he has for it is that you have to be the one tied up.

He is kinda waiting for the right time for this one, but he would love for you to call him ‘daddy’ or ‘master’ (I think full on ddlg would be too out there for him though.)

Idk if it is considered a kink, but having you fully nude while he is still completely dressed, apart from the front of his pants obviously, as he takes you just gets him in a way that he can’t describe. Something about the dominance of having you be fully naked and vulnerable while he just pulls out his dick and has his way with you gets him going.

Cock Warming is one of his personal favorites. He isn’t always in the mood to have full on sex, so sometimes just being connected to you in that physical sense is all he needs.

God, this one, he doesn’t plan on ever telling you. What will you think? It’s so embarassing, so dirty. He knows you’re kinky, but he doesn’t know if you would ever do this one. He has a bit of a voyerism kink. He likes the idea of having others watch as he takes you, watch as he pounds his cock into you, knowing that him and only him will ever be able to do this to you. It is a fantasy he knows will most likely never come true, but he would be lying if he said that he hasn’t had a few wet dreams about it.

This one is more of an honorary mention, but when he is in his rut he has a pregnancy kink. The thought doesn’t really cross his mind ever unless he is in rut, so it isn’t really something I would consider a full on kink.

L = Location (favorite place to do the do)

He likes to do it with you on your guys’ bed. There is just something so comforting about it being just you and him, where he knows you two are alone, where you can go right to sleep almost immediately after. He knows he can be vulnerable with you, because there and then it is just you and him in his bed. All that being said, he does enjoy taking you in random places every now and again, mostly just because of how dominant and powerful he feels when he knows that he can bend you over and have his way with you wherever and whenever he feels like. How beautifully erotic.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, it is a mystery to both of you. There are a few things you can do, asking him nicely is the main one, along with wearing purposefully revealing lingerie and touching him in just the right places. However, most of the time when he finds himself getting turned on without you actively making an effort, it is at completely random times. Like, he will be sitting there, eating dinner, minding his own god damn buissiness, and then he will just all of a sudden get horny. Baffles both of you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He is usually willing to do any of your kinks, but there are a few he would refuse to partake in. For one, anything to do with piss or shit, he considers it absolutely revolting. Secondly, I think you might be able to convince him to dable in roleplay, but I don’t think he would like any roleplays that have to do with non-cons, especially not ones with children. He has seen a thing or two, so he would not only be extremely turned off but also highly disturbed. Finally, he doesn’t want anybody else touching you. Point blank period. End of discussion. This means that there are no threesoms or anything else like it of that sort.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

While Alastor does adore what your gorgeous little mouth can make him feel, he must say that he prefers giving. He loves watching you come undone under him, loves how warm you are, loves how you taste. He is one of the harshest food critics around, but when you cum in his mouth it is better than any jumbalaya he has ever tasted (even if he never admits it.) When he first started he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, kind of just experimenting and seeing what you react positively to. However, now he can absolutely wreck you, even making you squirt on him on a few occasions. (something which you found embarrassing, but he found extremely hot)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

It really depends on the mood. When he is making love to you it is slow and sensual, even as you both build up he keeps it as slow as possible until the very end. But when you two are fucking he can get extremely fast and rough, way more than the any human. Sometimes it even concerns him how hard he goes when he is in the heat of the moment and high on lust. To the point where once he realized what he was doing halfway through, stopped, and started asking if you were ok. Once given the affirmative, he went right back to pounding you like nothing happened.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

He isn’t to fond of them, at least not when he isn’t in a rut. When he is in rut he often has no other choice. If he tried to have drawn out, full on sex every time he got uncontrollably hard during those times you two would do literally nothing other that fucking for three weeks straight. However, when we are talking about normal Al, he doesn’t care for them. In his opinion, sex between you two should be sensual and romantic, not just a way to get off. One might happen outside of his rut (or your heat) once in a blue moon, but that’s really all.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Depends on what we’re talking about. When it comes to possibly hurting you, absolutely not. He knows his strength over you is outstanding, and he knows that if he even tries to risk it with you he might end up seriously injuring you, or even worse. Just the thought of it makes a chill go up his spine, so there will be no experiments when it comes to your physical safety, though he might give you a few bites. (while he is experienced in asphyxiating people, those people are not ones he cares about hurting. So while yes, he could probably do it to you without hurting you, he doesn’t want to risk getting too caught up and making a mistake. It’s just too risky.) For anything else, he is probably down. But oh don’t get me started on how this man will risk you two getting caught. He will probably be the one initiating this one. To you, he will make it seem like he is just a risk-taker, but he is secretly hoping you two get caught, what with the whole voyeurism thing. Once poor, innocent Charlie walked in on you two absolutely going at it in the laundry room where you thought you two wouldn’t get caught, on account of you being largely the only one who does laundry. Alastor made a big show of kicking her out, but inside he was extremely riled up and somehow even harder. (You have definitely caught onto this by now, but you aren’t going to say anything. Not until you feel that you need to knock his ego down a peg.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He is an extremely powerful demon, so you guys could probably go for several. In fact you have gone for up to five almost back to back when he was going through a particularly rough heat once. But in general, you guys only really do one at a time, which you are both satisfied with.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? On a partner or themselves?)

While he didn’t even toy with the idea until he met you, now he is more open to it. The idea of one being used on him is a little weird to him, but he is willing to try it out if you want to. He is, however, very interested in the idea of using a toy on you. Whether it be to tease you or to just have some fun. Either way, he is down to try new things. (Sex shops kind of scare him though, you will probably end up ordering them online for both of your’s sakes.)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh, where do I even start. Biggest fucking tease you will ever meet. Is not below anything. Once he edged you for literal days just because you said the rice he made could use a bit more seasoning. He doesn’t even use it as a form of revenge most of the time, he just likes how it turns you into a begging mess. He is rather hypocritical though, if you make any attempt to tease him he will put a quick end to it, sometimes making sure to tease you double as hard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Well, he is The Radio Demon, so it goes without saying that he can get pretty loud. He might not always be speaking, but there will always be static, distant songs and announcers, and of course his beautiful moans and grunts. So, rest assured, there will never be a moment of silence. (On a somewhat related note, one time his shadow turned on his laugh track right as he took off his pants. You nearly died twice you were laughing so fucking hard. Alastor wasn’t very pleased, to say the least. completely ruined the mood)

W = Wild card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He absolutley loves it when you wear a nice set of lingerie. Even outside of the sexual aspect, he adores how it shows off your body, a true work of art on display, for him and only him. He will often give you sets for any gift-giving occasion, even sometimes randomly. He usually has the sense to do this when you are in private, but one time when you were unboxing birthday gifts at your party he slipped one in there, letting you open it infront of nearly everyone you fucking know.

“Oops darlin’, must have put that in on accident. I meant to give that to you later.”

It made all of your friends ‘ooooooh’ teasingly and your face went bright red. You nearly strangled him with it that night.

X = X-ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is a seven foot tall demon. Let’s just say that hsi dick reflects that. Neither of you has measured, but your would estimate 8 inches. It is quite proportional, you were both honestly a little surprised that you were able to fit it all in first try. You will never be able to fit the whole thing in your mouth though.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

On the average day, not very high. He does get turned on by himself, and he does initiate it often. However, you are usually the one initiating. He just isn’t a really horny person.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

He isn’t big on sleep, often only getting a few hours a night. Though, with you pressed up against his chest and dreaming softly, he finds it easier to let himself go and drift off. It is less about the fact that you both had sex and more about the fact that he can feel at peace with you by his side.

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Pretty new, but hell, there's something

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Man In Red (chapter 2)

Warnings: Female reader, cursing, themes of death and abuse. Heavy themes of eating disorders, body dysmorphia and depression, especially in later chapters. (there will also possibly be smut in later chapters but not for a looooooooooong time)

Chapter 1

(AN: First off, sorry this took a while, life has been busy. Second, sorry I didn't originally warn about the themes of body dysmorphia, EDs and depression in the first chapter, as it wasn't at all mentioned and I didn't originally plan for it to be part of the story. I will be sure to go back and fix that. Please take care of yourselves guys!)

You pull the crinkled piece of paper out of your bag to glance at it once again. It should only be a few blocks away by now. This city was huge, a lot bigger than you expected. It was now dusk, and you had been walking all day. You trudged on exhaustively, hoping that check in would be quick. Honestly, at this point all you want is a nice comfy bed to sleep in. You told yourself to just forget about what was happening and think about your life back on earth. Your father, woah, bad idea, don’t think about him too much. How about your friends? YOUR BOYFRIEND! Oh, how you missed him. His warm embrace. It would make you feel so safe right now.

Hurriedly crossing the street, you hear a loud noise once you reach the other side. Looking up, you saw…. Was that a blimp?! AND WERE THOSE ROCKET LAUNCHERS?!!!! Ok. so maybe hell was really that weird. You found yourself staring at the blimp as you walked. Something in your gut told you to stop though, which was good, because you just about walked straight into a telephone pole and broke your nose. Right, watch where you walk.

Come to think of it, that blimp looked like it was exactly where you were supposed to be headed. ‘That makes it easier for me’ you guessed, but hopefully the blimp isn’t about to destroy the hotel. That would be a disaster. As far as you knew, this hotel would be your only chance of survival. You had almost become completely desensitized to your surroundings by this point. The fact that everything around you was just varying shades of red, the putrid smell, the demons walking around with carts, collecting the piles of dead bodies on the street. You have no clue how they got there, and frankly you didn’t want to know. As long as you didn’t end up as one of them.

Ok, the hotel should be just down this street! And the blimp is gone, so that is probably a good sign. A brightly lit sign atop an oddly shaped tall building catches your eye. It says “Hazbin Hotel '' now though. You took a minute to look at the map again. Well, this looks like the same building, and this is the exact place on the map. Must have just had a name change. You walk up the long windy driveway and up to the door, just as the sky starts to turn that deep, almost black, shade of red that you are already starting to despise. You just stand in front of the door staring at it, should you knock? You guess it couldn’t hurt. Gathering all the courage you have left, you bring up your fist and simply knock on the door quickly, but firmly.

You can hear some shuffling on the other side of the door, and quickly step back. The door cracks open quickly, and you catch a glance of an eye staring at you. Then, almost at the speed of light, it opens wide. There, right in front of you, stood the same blonde girl that was on T.V. ‘definitely the right place at least’ you thought. But oh boy, she looked relatively short on television, but now staring straight ahead of you, you were merely looking at her chin. She has the biggest smile of her face and her eyes are practically bursting out of their sockets with how excited she looked.

“Oh my gosh, hi, I'm Charlie, welcome to the happy hotel! Are you here for redemption? You are going to LOVE it here!!!” she had already grabbed your hand and started leading you inside. At least she was really nice, if a bit hyperactive. Looking around, you notice that the place is covered almost completely wall to wall in creepy old looking paintings. Some of which seemed to have this girl Charlie in them. She looks back at you, making you realize she asked you a question.

“Oh, yeah. I guess I am here for the redemption thing.” You replied. In all honesty, you didn’t really know about that. Yeah, heaven sounds like a way better deal than this. And yeah, she seems pretty confident that she can do it. But you still didn’t know. You might not have known much about what the afterlife is supposed to hold, but you were pretty sure that damnation was supposed to be a permanent thing. Plus, you got the vibe that literally nobody else was sure of this idea. But it was worth a shot you suppose.

You two reached the main lobby, and she finally let go of your hand, giving you a chance to stop and look around. It was an interesting place, to say the least. It didn’t seem to be properly furnished, in fact, it looked like old stuff someone abandoned here. At least it seemed to be pretty clean. What really caught your eye though was the other people there. There was a demon girl that was about the same height as Charlie, she had white hair and X’s all over her. One of which was on her left eye. She seemed really pissed off about something though, so you decided pretty quickly to just let her be. The next person (demon??) you saw was this freakishly tall pink and white spider thing casually lounging on a red couch. It had two pairs of arms, the bottom of which were crossed, the top left one was draped over the armrest of the couch, and the remaining arm was being used to scroll through a phone. Weirdly enough, you don’t know why, but you sort of just figured that they didn’t have phones here for some reason. Well, you were proven wrong you guess. His nose scrunched up and a look of absolute disgust appeared on his face. He looked up and directly at you.

“What the fuck toots, ya smell like human. How long have you been dead?” he asked. You just looked around awkwardly for a few seconds. Should you tell them? Was that really a good idea?

The blonde girl looked back at you, stopping for a moment as she made her way across the room to a bar. “Yeah, how long have you been down here?” Well, you guess you have to answer.

“Umm, like a day and a half?” it came out as more of a question than a response. But it was true as far as you knew.

“Oh so ya knew, huh?” the arachnid said. “Good luck”. As much as ‘good luck’ should be an endearing wish, it sounded more sarcastic coming from him. You really didn’t like how everyone in this place seemed to have ulterior motives to everything. Charlie was the only one here so far that appears to have pure intentions. Still, this whole place unnerved you.

While you were getting lost in your own thoughts again, Charlie had made her way over to the bar and had gotten behind the counter. She shoved aside a large cat demon, before ducking down to grab something. She came back up a few seconds later holding a small stack of papers.

Looking up at you, she yelled “You, over there, new girl. What’s your name?” She couldn’t believe she had forgotten to ask until now. What kind of host was she? After telling her your name she waved you over speaking quickly about paperwork that you needed to fill out. Looking through it, it looked like an odd set of medical questions. Some of them were normal. Such as your date of birth, your full legal name, your place of birth, and if you are currently on any medication/drug, to name a few. But some of them were odd, and would certainly get the medical license of any doctor revoked where you are from. Such as “what sins have you committed?” “Do you believe in god?” “Are you, or have you ever been heavily religious? If so, what religion?” and best of all, “did you grow up with parental figures, if so, did any of them become abusive or meet a tragic fate?”. You just answered those ones truthfully and tried not to think too much about it. After the first two pages, they started getting increasingly less serious. You somehow went from questions like “what is your current occupation”, which you simply answered with ‘unemployed’ to “what is your favorite color”. You had the questionnaire over within 15 or so minutes, and signed your name on the bottom of a contract after close examination.

You handed them off to the overly excited blonde demon. She quickly grabbed your hand leading you away from the bar.

“It’s time for the fun part! I’m gonna show you around the hotel and introduce you to everyone here. First stop, my office to put away these papers.” In all honesty, you were absolutely fucking exhausted, and you just wanted to go to your room and fall asleep, preferably for the rest of eternity. But she seemed really excited about this, and it was probably a good idea to get to know this place and its inhabitants. After all, you will be living here for the foreseeable future.

She stopped in front of the other two demons you looked at earlier.

“Alright, you have already met Angel Dust, he is the only other patient here.” He just raised one of his hands and waved without looking away from his phone. Charlie then turned to the moth girl, sitting on the other side of the couch. Just glaring into space.

“That's my girlfriend, Vaggie. She isn’t in the best mood right now.” Vaggie just grunted out a simple ‘hi’ and you said one back, your tone being more of a scared than frustrated one. “Come on, my office is upstairs.” She led you out of the large room, and through a long, rather dark hallway, which had no windows. She then took you up a set of wooden stairs, which creaked and groaned with each step you two took. Then, you went down another long, windowless hallway, which was lined with more of those creepy paintings. You could have sworn you saw movement in the shadows a few times, but every time you went to look, you saw nothing. You eventually learned to just ignore it, hoping it was just your tired eyes playing games with you.

After what felt like forever of walking, the two of you eventually stopped in front of a large imposing wooden door. She swung it open and led you into a huge office, with bookcases lining the shelves, and which surprisingly had windows. In front of the windows on the wall opposite you was a very expensive looking wooden desk. You caught the door before it could slam into your face, and carefully shut it. She walked over to a filing cabinet in the corner to your right, shoving the papers into a drawer, seemingly at random.

“If you ever need to find me, try here first. It is where I am usually.” she said, turning around and looking over to you. “Where should we go next?” Before you could answer, you both heard a string of knocks at the office door. They had a tune to them, which Charlie seemed to recognize. She shot you a look, and then carefully made her way over to the door. She had a weird look on her face, a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement. She threw the door open, revealing an extremely tall man on the other side. He had on a well tailored red pinstripe suit, with a red monocle on his right eye. The whites of his eyes were colored a deep blood red, and his pupils a bright glowing red. They were pointed directly at you, and it made a shiver go down your spine.

“Well hello, my dear Charlie! Why don’t you introduce me to our new guest!” He spoke with a strange voice. For one thing, he had a transatlantic accent, like what you would hear from a salesperson or a sports announcer from the 1930s. He also sounded like he was speaking through an old radio. The creepiest thing is his wide smile that looks uncomfortably like the grinch. He had already pushed his way past Charlie and started making his way over to you. You felt your mouth go dry. You genuinely had no clue who this was, but you could tell just by looking at him that he could wipe the floor with you without breaking a sweat. Man could probably throw you across the city if he felt like it. “The name is Alastor dear, and who might you be?”

He held out a hand for you to shake. You weren’t sure if you should or not. You shakily held out your hand, which he enthusiastically took. You still didn’t answer his question though, your state of terror rendering you completely mute.

“Rather quiet aren’t we? Cat got your tongue?” his smirk grew impossibly wider. He could smell your fear, and he enjoyed it.

Charlie, Noticing your predicament, started answering his question for you. She introduced you to him by telling him your name and that you were new here in hell. He was clearly very amused

“Well, I think I just might join you on your tour of the Hotel! After all, I also am not well acquainted with the hotel. And plus, it will give me a chance to bond with you two lovely ladies!” He spoke excitedly, already ushering you two out the door. You didn’t like the idea of him following you around. He unsettled you deeply, just his whole aura was off. You would probably cross the street to avoid him. You just didn’t like the vibes he gave off to put it simply. At least with Charlie you could feel a little more at ease knowing you were with someone you considered trustworthy.

Charlie stopped in her tracks, causing you and Alastor to also stop. She spun around and started speaking to you two.

“Alright, well I was just asking our new friend here what she wants to see next. So where do you want to go?” she asks you. You genuinely had no clue. What else is there to see in a demonic hotel?

“Um… I don’t know. What else is there to see?” you asked quietly. The demon girl looked up, seemingly in thought.

“Come to think of it, there isn’t a whole lot to see yet. We are still cleaning the place up. We can go see the kitchen and dining room though!”

“Ah, what a wonderful idea, dear! I was just about to go there to make my mothers famous jambalaya. Lead the way!” The tall deer man weighed in.

Charlie looks back to you, and you just nod your head ‘yes’ without saying anything. You were so exhausted physically and mentally that even talking would take up all of your remaining energy.

Charlie turned around and continued walking, you by her side, and the looming figure of Alastor just behind you two. She started talking about all of her plans for the hotel, Alastor weighing in sometimes. You, however, were in a world of your own. You were so burnt out, the idea of having to take in any more new information was maddening. At some point you realize something, almost making you stop dead in your tracks. Not only was he not there when you showed up, therefore having no way to know you were here and going to Charlie’s office, but you also never told him you were going on a tour of the hotel. How did he know all of that? You try to comfort yourself thinking that he must have just gone to the lobby once you two left and someone there told him. Yeah, that must be it.

After some time of walking and some scenery change, which you fail to take in, you feel Charlie stop beside you. You assume you must be at your destination. Looking up and around, you get a good look at the dirty old looking kitchen. What you can’t manage to get a good look at though is the little thing running around cleaning the kitchen. It just appears to be a hot pink and yellow blur. Alastor walks between you and Charlie to get a better look around the kitchen.

“Well, the finishes do seem a bit dated.” He says cheerfully, reaching a finger out to wipe some dust off one of the overhead cabinets. Once his finger touches the surface however, the cupboard completely collapses onto the counter in front of him. You hear a 50s laugh track in the background. Where did that even come from?

Charlie just smiles and rolls her eyes at this.

“I’m assuming you can’t work in these conditions?” she says in a sarcastic voice. He holds his head up high and takes a confident step away from the now useless pile of wood.

“Not to worry my dear! I can fix this up a bit! Oh Niffty~” He calls. Immediately, the little pink and yellow blur stops right in front of him, letting you finally get a good look at it. It looks to be a tiny demon girl with pink hair and a single big beady eye. “Would you be a dear and fix up the kitchen, doll.” With that, he snapped, causing a pile of cabinets, an oven, a fridge and some other miscellaneous kitchen stuff to just materialize out of nowhere. This shocked you, even though it really shouldn't have considering what else you saw today. The little woman who you now know is named Niffty went back to zapping around the room cleaning the place up, leaving Charlie to desperately try to keep up with what she was doing. Before you knew it you were standing in a decently nice kitchen. It wasn’t quite what you had back home, but it was still usable.

You let out an unintentional sigh, causing Charlie to turn around and look at you quizzically. She realized what was making you seem so down. You looked absolutely exhausted!

“Oh my gosh, you look like you haven’t slept in days! Here, I’ll show you to your room.” she grabbed your hand and began to lead you away.

On your way out though, you heard Alastor shout “going so soon, my dear? Why, I haven’t even started dinner yet!” You didn’t have to look behind you to know he still had that same sickening smirk on his face, you could hear it in his voice.

“I’m… Not hungry.” you say quietly. It was a lie, but one you were so used to telling, it didn’t even feel like one anymore.

“That’s fine, you are always free to snack on whatever you can find in the kitchen when you do get hungry.” Charlie states cheerfully, clearly not picking up on your dishonesty. She quickly led you out of the room and down the hallway to the lobby again. She pushed the now passed out cat demon out of the way again, and began digging around in one of the drawers. There, she pulled out a key. She pushed the key into your hand from across the counter before hopping over it. “Come on! The hallways get a bit confusing, so I am going to show you the way.”

You simply nodded, even though she had her back to you, and began following her. After more walking, gosh, your feet were really starting to feel sore, you finally stopped in front of a simply red door.

“Well, this is it! There should be everything you need in there.” Charlie says a lot more calmly than she was before.

“Thank you.” you simply replied. You felt like you were forgetting something, until it quickly dawned on you. How rude of you! She was already halfway down the hallway when you said, in the loudest voice you have used since you got here in hell. “Oh, and Charlie,” you paused for a second as she turned her head around to look at you, “goodnight”.

She seemed a little surprised by this but just replied “you too”, before turning the corner and leaving you alone in the hallway.

You turn back to the door and let yourself in, taking in the look of the room. It, just like every other room in this place, was completely covered in red. It had late Victorian style furniture.

You put your bag down next to the bed, before crashing onto it with zero grace. You barely managed to get your shoes off, using the last of your energy, before feeling yourself drift off to sleep.

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Man In Red (Alastor x Reader)

Warnings: Female reader, cursing, themes of death and abuse. Heavy themes of eating disorders, body dysmorphia, and depression, especially in later chapters. (there will also possibly be smut in later chapters but not for a looooooooooong time) Also, the reader's past life is kinda ridiculous, but that is beside the point.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you feel yourself plummet into the void. You couldn’t quite recall how you got in this situation. But still, you find yourself falling into a seemingly endless blackness. The last thing you remember was coming home after a long night of forced socializing, tired out of your mind. You remembered taking off your high heels and making your way over to your bathroom to take off your makeup. Next thing you know you are falling into a seemingly endless black hole. This has to be a dream right? A terrifying nightmare. You were starting to think at this point that you may never hit a bottom. Hopefully you wake up soon.

Not even a few seconds later you feel your body hit something hard. Your eyes burst open when you realize you finally hit the ground. Admittedly, you didn’t hit it nearly as rough as you thought you would, considering how long you were falling. Fully expecting to be met with some room in your house you look around, and it doesn’t take very long to realize just how strange this place is. You can already tell that this place isn’t any you're familiar with despite the fact that your vision was blurry. The first thing you noticed through the tears that accumulated in your eyes was that everything was colored a shade of red. You blinked away the blurriness and brought your hand up to wipe your face of the tears and dirt that has accumulated on it. The next thing you notice is the strange architecture. This looked like a city of some sort, but the buildings looked strange. Some of them looked like they had faces staring at you menacingly. Some of them looked so incredibly top heavy you would have thought a light breeze would have sent them straight to the ground. Some others you couldn’t quite put your finger on, just something about them unsettled you deeply. You fell asleep in LA, now you were in this awful looking place. You took a second to slow down your breathing, just now realizing that you have been hyperventilating. You decided to take your time taking in your surroundings properly. You finally notice a bunch of brightly lit signs that all say the same thing,

“Welcome to Hell”

Oh god.

This has to be a dream right? It felt really real. Way more real than any other dream you’ve had. But you can’t be in hell right? You can’t be dead! You knew you weren’t necessarily in the best of health when you were alive, but no way were you on death’s door. This has to be a dream, an allusion, an acid trip, a joke, some weird tv show, SOMETHING. You simply refuse to believe you can be not only dead, but in hell. You weren’t really the most christian person when you were alive to say the least. But you wouldn't necessarily say you were a bad person.

You have to take a minute to slow down your breathing again. Right, dream or not, you need to compose yourself and keep it together if you want any chance of surviving this. Maybe you don’t think this is real, but you would rather not risk it. You weren’t accomplishing anything by just sitting there, so you quickly picked yourself up and dusted yourself off.

Walking the streets of hell was mildly horrifying to say the least. There were all these strange demons walking around casually, while you were having a mini panic attack that got worse every time your eyes met with someone else’s monstrous looking ones. After a while of wandering the city aimlessly, the bright red hue of the sky started fading into a deeper one. With that, you started feeling tiredness, and a pressure in your lower stomach set in. luckily for you however, the streets were lined with bars and clubs of all types. You really didn’t want to be stuck on your own in this strange city full of demons. No thank you. At least in a bar there is a bathroom, and people nearby. That can at least give you the illusion of safety. You decide on a particularly well lit bar with a huge sign over the door saying,

“ALL NIGHT SERVICE”. Perfect.

Walking past the windows, you watch a glimpse of yourself in the window. You were NOT looking at the same reflection you came to know. For starters, you had huge white rabbit ears sticking out of the top of your head. Second, you had fangs that resembled that of a vampire from one of the bad movies you watched as a teen. And third, your eyes seemed to be your favorite color. Realizing that you were staring into the bar, you quickly shook the weird feeling off and went inside. Spotting the bartender cleaning the table with a rag, you make your way over to the counter and put on your most composed expression.

“Um, excuse me” You say a little quieter than you would have liked. He obviously didn’t hear you though, so you raise your voice a bit “excuse me, sir?.” He looked up to you and gave you the most disinterested expression you have ever seen. Now that you were looking at his face, you realized he was a human sized, walking tiger. Then again, you were a bunny, so who were you to judge? Not the weirdest thing you have seen today.

“The fuck do you want?” he inquired gruffly

Ok, not very hospitable here, noted.

“Where is the bathroom?” you asked in the nicest voice you could do. You didn’t feel like being ripped to shreds today.

“Depends, you plannin’’ to buy somethin’?”

Come to think of it, you should have figured that all these places would force you to buy something if you wanted to use the bathroom. You also just now realized that you weren’t completely sure if you had any money on you. Looking down to see if there was anywhere there could be money, you made a brief note that you were definitely not wearing the same clothing you fell asleep in, but decided to panic about it later, when you were able to at least sit down. You felt a sudden rush of excitement though when you noticed that you had a pink messenger bag that you remember owning thrown over your shoulder. You guessed that you were just too overwhelmed earlier to notice until now. Whatever, if it works it works. You start scrambling through the bag, trying desperately to find even just a cent. The bartender just snorted loudly and went back to what he was doing. After what felt like forever of rummaging, you finally found a hot pink wallet, and noticed that it did indeed, have a fair amount of money in it. Hallelujah. You quickly just pulled out a ten and placed it on the table

“I’ll just have a water please.”

He openly laughed this time, but grabbed the bill nonetheless and poured you a glass of ice water. You quickly downed the whole thing, afterall, you haven’t had anything to drink all day, and repeated your question about the bathroom. He pointed you down the hall and went to go help the other patrons of the place. You made your way down the hall and into the small bathroom with three stalls. As expected, it wasn’t the cleanest, but it will have to do. After taking care of your needs, you decided to spend some time having a well deserved breakdown. A quiet breakdown, but an intense one nonetheless. You also used the time to actually look at the contents of your bag once you calmed down enough. You had your phone, which mysteriously seemed to be reset. All your contacts were gone. You tried to call the only one you could remember at the moment, your dad’s, but it didn’t work. It just went to the voicemail of what sounded like a totally different person. You don’t know why you thought that would work.

Searching through the bag, you also found a pair of headphones, a change of clothes, a hairbrush, some lip gloss, chapstick, and mascara. You also had a few pens and pencils. But most importantly, your personal diary. This all just seemed like stuff you would pack for a day out (minus the diary), so why do you have it? It was then that you remembered that you had brought this bag with you last night. You then remembered that you had been in such a rush to go to the bathroom, due to an upset stomach, that you hadn’t even bothered to put the bag down. That must be why you had it. You still weren’t entirely convinced that you were dead, but if you were you must have died with this on you. You didn’t know about the change of clothes however. You were sure you had an evening dress on, but now you were wearing a plain black tennis skirt, a white cropped t-shirt, and a short jacket in your favorite color. Overall, a cute look in your opinion, and you were pretty sure you did have all these pieces in your closet. But you definitely weren’t wearing them before.

After a while, you made your way out of the bathroom and back into the main bar. It wasn’t nearly as full as you expected, but that was fine by you. The bartender looked up at you.

“Here for another water, or are you actually going to use the bar for what it is intended for?”

“Just another water please” You hated the taste of alcohol, and you knew getting drunk now could just complicate the situation more and put you in danger. He just laughed and pulled out another glass, taking it over to the freezer and filling it with ice.

“Ya know kid, I could smell you the second you came out of that bathroom, place reeks”

You gave him a mortified look and immediately brought your sleeve up to your nose to sniff it. You didn’t smell anything.

“You stink of human, how long ago did you die?”

Oh great, they can literally smell it on you that you were new. That definitely couldn’t be good.

“Uhh, not too long I guess” you blush a little. At least this guy genuinely didn’t seem to care enough.

“You’re funny” he said, sliding the drink over to you.

You had spent the entire night like that, simply sitting around that bar, hiding in the bathroom, ordering drinks of water, and talking to the bartender now and then. Apparently that ten dollars can go a long way when it comes to ordering water. Once it was light enough you got up and left without a second glance. Making sure your bag was in front of you, and you had a hand on it at all times to ward off pickpockets, you again, started wandering the streets of hell. Soon you saw a group of demons congregating on the sidewalk staring into a store window. Realizing they were just watching the televisions inside, you were tempted to just walk past, until you noticed they were laughing and smirking. Oh what the hell. You could use something to lighten the mood. You got up on your tip-toes to see past the demons in front of you. But instead of the comedy or gorey scene you were expecting (listen these people struck you as the type to laugh at graphic scenes of violence.) No, instead they were watching the news. What could be so funny about the news? The blonde girl they were interviewing looked around awkwardly.

“Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside, I know you do.” She got a sudden smile on her face, clearly having an idea. “Maybe I'm not getting through to you.” Then she just got up and burst into song and dance. As hard as it was to comprehend, you were able to comprehend some of it. Mainly, that she has a dream, and that she believes that everyone has the ability to be better. It almost made you want to smile. After the whole performance, everyone started laughing wildly, even the other people on the tv. They started talking about some other stuff, but you didn’t really catch much of it. All you could think of was how you were going to find this place. Perhaps redemption was impossible, you haven’t really been here long enough to tell. But a place to stay and it has at least one nice person? Sounds like a rare good deal around here. You just hoped you had enough to stay there. You walked away from the group, their constant crazed laughter was really starting to freak you out. Your eyes trailed along the sidewalk and to a nearby telephone pole. On there, stapled was a seemingly hand drawn advertisement for the exact place you were trying to find. With it was a handy map and the location of the hotel. You hastily grabbed it, read it over quickly, and to your delight it said that it was free to stay there. Perfect. You made a quick note of what direction you were supposed to be heading and stuffed the paper in your bag.

Chapter 2

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