#【 LET ME HUNT

[staticgcne]

character tags.

[ohproserpine]

for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

[kaylopolis]

Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Chapter Seven

Alastor x F!Reader

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months earlier than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. After all, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plan brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down but also challenge your grab for power… 

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

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Author note: Dear Hoteliers, Vox's time to shine :) Lots of plot happening this chapter, let’s go!

<3 Stay smutty

Chapter Seven - Forget Me Knot

Content Warning: Mentions of Physical Abuse, Self Harm, Blood, Nonconsenting Sexual Interactions, Smut, Minors DNI!!!

And then you ran.

And Alastor did not follow.

The demon sat on his ass in the bayou terrain, staring completely dumbfounded as you disappeared through the tree line. Yet again you had bested him. Yet again you had won.

You didn't use any of your magic, you didn't summon any of your power, and yet the demon sat there, utterly power-less.

The demon angrily threw off his coat, the bayou suddenly too hot, too suffocating. He loosened his bow tie to better catch his breath.

What were you doing to him? What was becoming of the Radio Demon, Hell's Equal Opportunity Killer, Hell's Overlord?

With a crazed look in his eye, the demon ran his hands through his hair again and again, trying to catch his breath and clear his mind.

He had brought you here to hunt you, to demand answers, and yet he somehow ended up the prey. All because of those hips…

Almost as if reading his thoughts, his dick throbbed in his pants.

The demon groaned, trying his best to ignore the want, the need, the desire crawling beneath his skin. His magic hummed, not out of irritation, but out of demand. You had started something but did not finish it.

How rude.

But is that what you were hoping to accomplish? Or was it truly a distraction? So many questions and so few answers.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard a door slam shut. Good, you were gone.

Alastor couldn't take it anymore; he undid his pants and pulled his cock free, only to find it weeping precum already. He hissed, wrapping his hand around his shaft.

Fuck, you had blue-balled him.

The first few strokes were painful, and then pain gave way to slowly building pleasure. Hisses turned to moans. Stiff muscles became jelly as he allowed himself to slowly become undone.

He couldn’t remember the last time he did something like this. Even alive he wasn’t a very promiscuous man. Sure, he tried sex a few times, but that was only to please the women in his life. When he couldn’t get it up or couldn’t finish, they assumed something was wrong with them. Were they not pretty enough? Not sexy enough? Bad at kissing? If it went on long enough, then the answer became obvious: the issue was with him. So, technically, he never truly completed the act of sex, but he did try. Not because he wanted to but because the women did.

Frankly, he didn’t see the point to it. There were so many other things he could be spending his time doing. He got good at other things… but that was to keep others satisfied so they wouldn’t come looking for sex. It was a burden, honestly. He used any excuse he could to avoid such things, but eventually, the women grew frustrated and irritable.

Those few fleeting relationships didn’t last long - if you could even call them relationships. He didn’t even have romantic feelings for those women - he just went through the motions because he was expected to by society. It was the era of the stereotypical patriarchal household. Of course, you married, settled down, and had kids.

When finding a female partner didn't work out, someone suggested he might be into men, but he knew he was not. Men were fucking vile creatures as far as he was concerned. Thus, he gave up pursuing any relationship of any kind and dedicated his time to other… extracurricular activities.

Alastor groaned, his mind becoming foggy. He couldn’t think straight anymore, as thoughts of aggravation and his past quickly became thoughts of you.

The way your face flushed as you ground your hips against his. The gasp which escaped your beautifully red lips as his static cupped your breasts.

“Ugh,” he whined. Red was definitely your color.

And then there you were on your knees in the dirt, in your cute little red dress with black lace. Alastor wasn’t a religious man, but you in that dress had him practically on his knees the other day. He hated to admit it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you in it, couldn’t stop imagining what it would look like on his bedroom floor…

He imagined you crawling to him across the grass, your eyes locked on his. He imagined you positioning yourself between his legs, licking your red lips at the sight of his cock.

The demon gasped as your hands ghosted up his legs, coming to rest at the base of his inner thighs.

Then you smiled, your canines glowing in the low light, "Mr. Alastor."

He shuttered.

The demon stroked harder, faster with the thoughts of those teeth skimming his shaft, of those red lips wrapped around his cock.

You came closer, crawling over top of him, pushing your breasts into his chest, your ass wiggling in the air behind you. Your eyes, half-lidded, filled with lust and desire, sent a wave of pleasure through him that had him downing raspy breaths of air.

Alastor's head bobbed backward, his entire body shuttering from the build of his climax. His hips instinctively bucked up into his hand as he stroked, his body demanding more, demanding faster, demanding harder.

Oh, Satan’s Mistress, he wanted so badly to ruin that dress with his...

"Uh-uh," you teased, running your hand through his hair, you clamped down, and tugged his head forward, forcing him to look into your eyes. "I didn't say you could cum, yet, now did I?"

Fucking Hell. Alastor whined in protest.

"Beg," you demanded.

Alastor was there, ready, but he wouldn’t - couldn't - not unless you said he could.

"I want to hear you beg for it," something behind your eyes turned dark.

"P...Please," Alastor moaned as he bucked up into his hand. “Please..."

You smirked, using a finger to caress his cheek "Oh, my darling buck, I could never deny you anything."

And Alastor came.

"Fuck," he moaned into the darkness as he spilled his seed all over the ground.

The Radio Demon continued to stroke even after wave after wave spewed from him.

Fuck, there was so much cum.

And when it was over and the lust-filled image of you had faded...

It did nothing to satisfy him - nothing to take the edge off. His magic was still humming beneath his skin, throbbing even. His static reached out, trying desperately to find you, and returned aggravated when it did not. It rolled through his blood, an insatiable itch he couldn't satisfy - almost as if the lack of your very presence had some sort of hold over the demon's magic.

He needed to get out of here. He needed to find a way to burn off all this pent-up… sexual energy. He fixed his pants, his dick still hard as he rebuttoned his trousers.

The Radio Demon forced himself to his feet and melted angrily into shadow.

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This bouquet was so much bigger. So much fucking bigger. And it came with a gift. 

“Open it.” Angel leaned over your left shoulder. “Open it.” He switched to your right. “Open it.” Your left. “Open it.” Your right. “Open it.”

“Oh, my God, Angel!” You snapped - but in a cute way. You could never be mad at the spider demon. “If I open it will you please stop?” You chuckled. 

“Oh, baby,” Angel wiggled his eyebrows at you. “I will never stop.”

You rolled your eyes, digging into the gift bag. 

Of-fucking-course… A cellphone. Vox bought you a cell phone. Angel gasped. You had an unread message, and naturally, it was from the media demon. You spun the phone around for Angel to read. 

Angel slapped a hand over his mouth. “Holy shit! We gotta go shoppin’!” He grabbed your elbows and lugged you to your feet. 

“Uh,” you put the brakes on hard. “I’m not going on a date with Vox.” 

Angel ran his hands down his face, groaning in irritation. “Look, toots.” He crossed his many arms. “We need to 'ave a really honest conversation ‘ere.”

You checked the foyer. It was the middle of the day, and no one was home save for Charlie and Vaggie, who had been locked in the office for hours. You hadn’t seen Alastor since the whole swamp incident… Even Husk was out at the moment. It was just you and Angel, save for Nifty running around killing bugs somewhere. No one saw the flowers getting dropped off except for the spider demon, who just so happened to be leaving his room at the same time you were. 

You crossed your arms and collapsed onto the sofa like a small child being chastised by a parent. 

Angel turned on his big brother charm and began his lecture. “I know you don’t 'ave a lotta experience with this kinda stuff, but I do. So, ‘ear me out when I say this, I think you’re confused.”

You raised an eyebrow in question. 

He sighed, “I get that you were raised in the Church and everythin’, but you’re in Hell now. That whole Damnation bullshit has already run its course, toots. I think, maybe, you should consider broadening your horizons a bit. Go on dates. Kiss a few demons. See how it makes you feel.” He cleared his throat. “Just, try somethin’ new. For my sake?” 

Wow. You were not expecting that. Did you really want to do this with Vox? No. Did you want to do anything remotely romantic or sexual? No… Well… No! What happened with Alastor the other night was pure survival instinct. It didn’t matter that you enjoyed it. It didn’t matter that he… well his body’s reaction was quite obvious… Hugely obvious… But you were talking about pure sexual reactions, it didn’t mean anything. 

You hated Alastor. It was as simple as that… right? 

You bit your lip, smudging your red lipstick. “And if I don’t like it?” 

“Then you don’t like it!” He threw his hands into the air. “Look, Hair clip, you got to suck dick to know you don’t like suckin’ dick.” 

You snorted into a fit of giggles. 

“So, whattya say? Shoppin’ trip?” Angel held out a hand.

You debated a moment, “Actually, Rosie might have something already prepared for me…”

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“It’s all about the confidence, toots. Chin up.” Angel instructed. 

You did as you were instructed, although begrudgingly. Taking a deep breath, you raised your chin and strode across the wood. You wobbled, practically falling into the back of the couch for support. 

“This is impossible, Angel! I don’t know why Rosie thought this would be a good idea!” You fell into the couch completely, using it as leverage to kick off the red stilettos. “She knows I can’t handle heels this high.” 

Angel rolled his eyes, “You just need a bit of practice, that’s all.” He tosses you the new pair of Mary Janes he helped you buy.

“Well, Vox is due any minute,” in the black heels, the train of your black dress drags across the ground, but it would have to do. “I’m out of time.”

“Alastor still doesn’t know?” The spider demon raises an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him since...” 

“Since you fell outta his room on ya’ ass?” Angel filled in for you. 

“Yes…” You hid your face. 

“Still don’t wanna talk about it, toots?” 

“No.” You go for the black clutch, ensuring the new phone is tucked inside. Angel gave you his number just in case. “Besides, who cares if he knows?” 

Angel huffed, collecting the red stilettos and following you out front. “Would ya’ care to know that he’s been on a rampage in the Doomsday District since then?”

Your ears perked up. “What?”

“Smiles been goin’ ape shit ova’ there since ya’ did whatever the fuck you did in his room.” Angel pulled a video up on his phone. Alastor's demon form was ripping the place to shreds, eating Sinners, and causing pure chaos.

Oh, fuck…

As if on cue, a black limo pulled up. The media demon popped out the back donning a freshly pressed blue suit, a grin plastered across his screen. He had a new hat - red ribbon instead of blue. 

A rescue from your Alastor conversation. Thank the Lord. 

“Hey, babe!” His eyes raked over your form. “You look fucking hot!” 

Your entire body shuttered, immediately collapsing in on yourself. Angel cringed next to you. 

Eh, maybe you’d rather keep talking about the Radio Demon. 

Rosie had truly outdone herself this time: a floor-length black gown that hugged your curves in all the right places. It was a simple dress with long sleeves and a high back to cover your tattoo. It had a high neckline with a slit on one side. The dress was designed to show off your silhouette as opposed to your cleavage - which you were thankful for. Again, you weren't the biggest fan of girly dresses, but this one allowed you to be feminine while also not making you feel too exposed - which modern feminine-style clothing often did.

You pulled your hair into a bun at the base of your neck, a few strands of bangs curled around your face, barely brushing the tops of your collarbones. You couldn’t take all the credit for the hair or the silver eyeshadow - Angel was the architect of that.

Vox’s eyes flitted between you and the Hotel door. “Shall we?” He laughed awkwardly, a hand out in waiting. 

Your eyes found Angel’s, screaming for him to rescue you - make some excuse to get you out of this evening, but he was beaming. He nodded for you to go and watched as Vox whisked you into the limo so fast you didn’t have a chance to grab the train of your dress before the media demon slammed it in the door. 

Vox jumped in on the other side and, using a com button on his seat gave directions to a restaurant in the Entertainment District. 

God, Rosie will kill you if you ruin this dress after only wearing it for an hour. 

“So,” Vox cleared his throat, clearly oblivious to the anxiety playing across your face. “You live at the Hotel…” The demon scooched closer to you.

You crossed your legs, hoping the demon didn’t notice the black velvet stuck in the doorframe. How fucking embarrassing… “Yeah, I just moved actually.” 

You didn’t know what to do with your hands as Vox’s leg came to rest against your own. The fabric brushed against your bare thigh - curse Rosie and this slit. 

“Why would you want to move there? You don’t seriously think the Princess’s redemption plan will work do you?” He scoffed. 

Hell, no.

“I wouldn’t have moved if I didn’t have hope.” You kept your gaze forward, too nervous to glance in his direction. The media demon was in your bubble and you didn’t particularly enjoy his aroma of plastic and cheap cologne. 

“Seriously?” 

You shot him an irritated look. 

“Fine. Fine.” He backed off. “But the company she keeps?”

“The company?” You decide to play dumb. 

“The Smiling Freak,” He spat, his screen glitching. 

You turned to him then, a soft smile playing out on your face as you tipped your head in feigned confusion. “Who?”

The demon’s screen buffered. “Alastor, the Radio Demon.”

His irritation sparked genuine joy in your chest, but you slammed the mask down over your face so face he didn’t notice. “Oh! The Hotel Manager! Yes, he does always seem chipper, doesn’t he?”

Vox’s screen flashed with a disgruntled look before he changed the subject. “Champagne?” 

He went for the mini fridge and pulled out a pink sparkly bottle. 

As long as it wasn’t sweet… 

The bottle read “Rosé Champagne.” 

Great… This was going to be a long night…

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“Babe.”

You spun the glass of wine on its base, watching the liquid dance. It’s been about an hour and a half since you sat down for dinner, and finally, FINALLY, you had finished and were waiting for dessert. 

“Babe.” 

Why did people even like big, flashy dinners like this? What’s wrong with a perfectly good home-cooked meal AWAY FROM THE LIMELIGHT. 

FLASH! Another camera went off in your face. The fucking media had been tailing you since the limo dropped you off out front. How did they even know you were going to be here? 

“Babe,” a pair of cold metallic fingers wrapped under your chin and raised your face from your glass. Your heart skipped a beat, your brain not registering the situation before your eyes found Vox’s. 

Disappointment swirled in your belly. 

“Sorry,” you waved him off. “The wine is making my head a bit fuzzy.” 

Not a lie. What glass were you on again? 

“As I was saying, Voxtek will combine the two into one, so Sinners can detect who or what is at their front doors.” The demon preached, giving his best spokesman voice he often used on television.

“Ah, huh,” you agreed, ignoring the buzzing in your clutch. 

Angel has been hard at work stalking every media news outlet tailing your date with the Overlord. He took to sending you screenshots and comments about every single one. Quite annoying actually. 

Your eyes searched the shadows for the hundredth time that night. Yet everything was still. No static prickling your skin, no cold shadows twirling about your ankles. It meant Alastor still didn’t know about your date or didn’t care… Why did that make your chest ache? 

“Seems we can make money off of the Soul Scanner after all!” 

Your ears perked up at that. 

“Wait,” you paused your twirling. “Soul Scanner?” 

“Yup!” The demon straightened a little, his sin showing. “Angelic Security’s newest feature!” He whipped out his phone to show you a preview. “It will send notifications directly to your phone anytime it detects a soul in its camera.” He points to the info-graph on the screen. “It even has an Exorcist Angel feature.”

Names. It could detect names. 

“That’s the same technology you use to identify the Shadow’s victims.” 

Vox beamed, “Yes! It can only register Hell names; however, we haven’t found a way to uncover Christian names - but that’s step two! Want to try?” Vox pulled up an app on his phone and handed it to you. 

“Vox of Voxtek Technologies,” the female voice read as you pointed the camera at the demon.

Shit. 

“You can track the Shadow’s movements,” the gears behind your eyes begin to turn. “You’re going to use it to uncover his identity.” 

“I knew you were a smart one, babe,” the demon collected your hand and pressed a kiss to the top, sending little bolts of electricity dancing across your skin. 

As you attempted to calm the quiet panic building inside of you, the demon intertwined his fingers with yours. “And now you!” 

“What?” 

Before you had a chance to stop him, Vox captured you on the phone’s camera. “Unknown.” The woman’s voice rang. The media demon looked confused before he pushed the button again. “Unknown. Unknown. Unknown.”

“That’s never happened before.” 

You laughed awkwardly, anxiety bubbling in your chest. “That’s so strange.” Change the subject. Change the subject. Change the subject! “So, Vox,” you ran your thumb over the back of his hand, pulling his attention away from his phone. “How long have you been an Overlord?” 

The demon’s screen buffered, little waves of static running up and down his form. He pushed the interference away, fixing his bowtie to try and cover it up. “Well, since you asked…”

“Voxy!” 

Fuck. 

Velvette strode up wearing a pink dress so scandalous it made you look like a 16th-century pilgrim. Her hair was done up in a fro, her iconic swirl painted into the side. Gigantic earrings dangled just above her collarbones, sparkling in the candlelight. The swoop in her neckline was low enough to show her belly button, and don’t get you started on the double slit. 

The bitch could pull it off, don’t misunderstand, she was gorgeous, but it was Velvette, and you did not like her. 

And on her arm…

“Crim?” You gasped. 

The Mafia Boss plucked the cigar from his mouth, emptying the ashes into the tray atop your table, before he addressed the group. “I see my reputation precedes me.” He winks at you. The Hell Native had a coat draped over his shoulder, and his iconic fedora sat crooked atop his head. He smelled of smoke and whiskey and GREED. 

“Velvette,” Vox laughed, attempting to hide his irritation. “What are you doing here?” 

“Dollface is just showin’ me around the joint. Nice place ya’ got here, Mr. Vee.” 

Crim you dirty motherfucker!

You hid a clenched fist beneath the table, doing your best to contain the growing irritation bubbling beneath your skin. 

The fucker made a deal with you. Granted, it wasn’t a soul contract, but it was a deal nonetheless: Chaz’s death for the card and a bit of cash. That was it. So what the fuck was he doing here with Velvette?

You sniffed, trying to sense their emotions, but Crim’s cigar was too pungent to get a good read. 

This wasn’t a coincidence. There are no coincidences. Fucking mosquitoes. They always come back. How could you be so stupid!? 

“Well that’s nice…” Vox’s voice trailed off. “I thought you were headed back down after the meeting this morning?” 

Meeting!?

“Thought I’d stick around. Check out the joint. Not everyday us Natives get an invitation to the Pride Ring.” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. You took a sip of your wine to hide your growing anxiety. 

“Mr. Crim was just telling me about a cute little mansion on the edge of town he was thinkin’ bout purchasin',” Velvette added. 

You choked, the wine going down the wrong pipe. 

The same fuckin’ mansion he arranged your meeting at!? The exact same meeting he met with the Shadow!? 

“You okay, babe?” Vox handed you a napkin, which you used to cough into. 

Fuck, the Vees are aligning themselves with the Crimson Mafia gang. They couldn’t find any allies with the Overlords of Pride, so they had to go lower - to someone who had dealt with the Shadow before. Was it to solely take on Heaven or the Shadow as well?

Definitely the latter.

What were you going to do? You couldn’t kill Crim. That would be too obvious, the timing too perfect. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I’m good.” 

“This is your mysterious Alley Girl, Vox?” Velvette’s eyes narrowed.

Vox nodded. 

“Is that one of mine?” the fashion guru asked, her red sclera scrutinizing your dress. 

“A Rosie Original, actually,” you smiled.

"Rosie, the tailor?" She raised an eyebrow in question.

"No, Rosie, the Overlord," you corrected.

The demon gritted her teeth. There it was. That got under her skin. She thought oh-so little of the Overlords of Hell, she thought herself above them all - at least, that's what you got out of her attitude at the meeting. And you had guessed correctly.

She smiled, trying to hide her growing irritation. “Right,” She turned back to Vox. “See ya’ later, luv, kisses!” And then she was gone, whisking Crim away to the bar.

When she was well out of earshot, Vox laughed. "Never seen someone shut her up so fast!" The demon grabbed your hand again, his other twirling one of your free-flowing bangs. "Now, where were we?"

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his self-absorbed mantra about the new phone update set to release soon. Honestly, you truly gave it your best shot. Sure, this night started out with a bit of you teasing about Alastor, but afterward, you genuinely did try to get to know him. It just, was hard when everything became about him.

He didn't care about you at all. Which was unexpected, especially after such a declaration in the streets of the Entertainment District. It made you feel like a trophy he wanted to show off, and, when he was done, he put you right back up on the shelf. There you sat until he found it convenient to take you down again.

You meant it as a metaphor when you said you felt like a toy the two Overlords were fighting over. The difference now was that Vox was truly treating you like one.

You took another sip of your wine as dessert was served, your mind once again wandering to the shadows...

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“Thank you,” Vox held the door open for you. 

Finally, the night was over. Finally, you could crawl into bed and hide for the next year of your life. Your social meter was in the negatives. You were drained. This had all been just too much. 

“No, thank you, babe, for a wonderful evening,” the demon grabbed your hand, his fingers dancing across your skin. The demon fell silent, his eyes turning glassy as they found yours. 

You were suddenly very nervous, your stomach fell, your mouth ran dry. “Okay, so good-” 

The demon pulled you in, his lips crashing into yours. It was… um… well, you kissed him back - or rather, you tried - but like… it wasn’t…

Vox’s tongue slid over your lips and pushed its way into your mouth. He tasted of static and salted fish.

The demon ran his hands down your back, coming to a stop atop your hips. He used the leverage to pull you closer. Flush against the Overlord, you expected to feel warmth, exhilaration, and desire, but none of that came. In fact, it was quite the opposite. You wanted to run, but not in the same way you wanted to run from Alastor. You wanted to run in a grossed-out sort of way. Like you needed a good bath to scrub off all the ickiness now clinging to you.

The Overlord moaned into your mouth as his lips smacked against yours.

God, it was so wet… Has this man been kissing Hellhounds all his life? Not that you had any experience to go off of. This was your first kiss after all...

You did your best to kiss him back, but it wasn't working out. It was more mashing of lips than it was actual kissing. Is this what people get enjoyment out of? Others made it seem so simple like your lips were just supposed to know what to do. This was just awkward.

Finally, Vox broke the encounter, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Till next time, gorgeous.” He squeezed your ass before letting you go. 

And then he was gone…

As the limo pulled away, you felt your feet collapse beneath you. The tears found your cheeks before you realized you were ugly-sobbing on the curb before the Hotel.

Husk found you not long after and brought you inside. He wrapped you in a blanket and sat you at the bar, pouring glass after glass of water before you finally said something.

Shit was this what dating was? Why did people like doing these things? Angel made it sound so fun and enjoyable - this is his area of expertise, after all. "Go out, have a fun time, kiss a few demons - blah, blah, blah." Yeah right. Angel was going to get an earful the next time you saw him.

“Angel still at work?” You mumbled.

Husk nodded.

“And Alastor?” You ask hesitantly, your eyes downcast. 

Please don’t be here. 

“Busy.” 

There it was, that ache in your chest again.

“Good.” 

“I take it, it didn’t go well?” Husk asked, pouring himself a glass of water.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you rubbed your face. Your red lipstick and makeup had to be smeared to high Hell by now - Vox was probably wearing half of it. You wetted a napkin and tried to clean up the damage in the reflection of your glass. 

Actually, you know what, you did want to talk about it. 

“He was just so… so…” you forced your drunken brain to think. “Full of himself! He didn’t shut up once the entire dinner, save for me being able to ask a few questions ABOUT HIMSELF.” 

Irritation prickled the flames beneath your skin. “The date was a disaster from the beginning! He ruined my dress - again!" You motion to the tear in the hem of the fabric. “Then he took us to the most famous rooftop bar in the Entertainment District, where a hoard of reporters were lying in wait. He pulled me about them like I was a piece of arm candy! I HATE the limelight, Husk. A definition of a good time for me is a glass of red and a good book in the library - which I haven’t been able to do in forever." 

“We sat at the VIP table with people waiting on us every two seconds, I couldn’t breathe with how often people were asking my opinion or bringing me a tiny ass plate of a few mouthfuls of food. I mean twelve courses!? Really!? Also, he ordered dinner for me without my input - fish, Husk, he ordered me fish! I hate fish! And don’t even get me started on dessert - chocolate mousse…. I fucking loathe chocolate." 

“At least he had the common courtesy to drop me off at home after. My feet are killing me!” You pulled off your shoes and threw them across the room, sniffling. Taking a deep breath, you bury your head in your hands. “He kissed me, Husk.” A shaky breath. “And it was so, so gross… He was practically licking me.” Your voice cracks as tears stream down your face. “Why are men so fucking vile?” 

There's silence for a beat before you feel Husk lay a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, kid.” 

God, the last time you cried this hard was when Dad beat the shit out of you… 

“Here,” Husk hands you a napkin to dry your eyes and dot your nose. 

God, now you truly were a mess. 

“Can we just talk about something else? I don’t want to end the night like this…” You sniffle, thoroughly destroying the napkin in a wave of black mascara. 

“Uh…” Husk looked uncomfortable. 

“Let’s talk about you, Husk.” You offer. 

“Nothing much to talk about, kid,” he took a swig of water - how uncharacteristic of the cat. 

“Come on. There has to be more to the emotionally damaged barkeep than just pouring drinks,” a sad chuckle escapes your lips. 

“I’m not emotionally damaged. Ya’ll think I’m…” 

You shot him a dumb look.

“Yeah, okay, whatever…” he takes another swig. “Question for a question?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What, so you can report everything back to Alastor? Yeah, no thank you.”

“Believe it or not kid, there are some things that I keep from the Radio Demon.”

Alastor’s words echo through your mind “... You would be surprised how difficult that barcat can be…”

Maybe not everything would get back to the Overlord - this snob fest certainly will. However, you did need to get closer to Husk, this would be a good opportunity. 

“Fine, but I invoke the right to pass.” 

“Same.” 

“Do you get paid to be here?” You started as he poured you another glass of water.

“Alastor is significantly more… generous regarding his deal-making - for Nifty and me, at least. He has ensured that we are well taken care of. Including a monetary pension.” 

Well, you weren't expecting that. You didn’t have much experience making soul deals that resulted in servitude. Any transactions that were made were for your soul’s discrimination and silence. Even the obsidian calling cards had their terms - albeit, cardholders didn’t know this until it was too late. You couldn’t imagine making a soul deal and having to take care of those souls afterward. Seemed like a lot of work. 

“How old were you when you died?” 

That wasn’t something you thought about.

“Twenty-five. You?”

“Seventy-five.”

You tried to hold back a gasp of surprise, slapping your hand over your mouth. “Husker, you’re an old man!?” 

You hadn’t known this from your prior research. 

“Was,” he sipped, pointing a finger. “Was an old man.” He narrows his eyes at you, his face turning slightly pink. “Don’t tell Angel.” 

You made a cross over your heart with your fingers. “Cross my heart and you know the rest…” 

“Okay, Grandpa Husk, what did you do before Alastor came along and ruined your life?” 

You already knew the answer.

“He didn’t ruin my life…” The barcat mumbled. 

You blinked. “What?” 

He takes a long breath, leaning back against the bartop, arms crossed, drink in hand. “I was in a bad spot. He got me out of it.” 

“Oh,” you said after a while, drinking the water to fill the awkward silence. 

Wait… 

“Didn’t you just warn me about how dangerous of a demon he could be?” 

“I lost my soul, kid. That isn’t something to take lightly, but when you're down on your luck, you'll turn to anything to keep you afloat… I can't take that back.” 

It was the best of the worst situation. You get it. 

He looked at you hard, suddenly very serious, “I don’t want that to happen to you, kid.” 

Okay, this was getting too much for you. You decide to derail the subject to something a bit lighter. “Tell me about your daughter.” 

He chokes on his drink, “How did you know I had a kid?” 

Shit. The alcohol was making your brain fuzzy. You slipped up. 

Trying to act casual as you thought of something to say. “You have the heart of a girl-dad.” 

He narrowed his eyes at your glass. “Have we met before?” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Um…”

BAM!

“Can I get some help ova’ ‘ere?” Angel fell into the door leaving blood on the handle behind him. The spider demon collapsed onto the carpet, a dark puddle forming beneath him. 

Water went flying across the bartop as you and Husk scrambled over to him. Husk rolled him over and pulled him into his lap - gashes crisscrossed his chest so violently you didn’t know where the blood wasn’t coming from. “What happened!?” 

Angel’s breathing was ragged and shallow, “Val…” 

Val!? He came all the way from V Tower in this state!? 

Husk had a look of pure panic across his face. “Hold on, I got… I got a first aid kit behind the bar…” 

“That won’t help…” you breathed. 

Looking around, you checked the shadows, ensuring Alastor wasn’t watching. 

A gurgle escaped Angel’s throat. The death rattle, they call it. 

“We have to… We can… We can fix this…” Husk was hyperventilating now, his eyes wide with shock.

He’s dying.

“He isn’t dying!” Husk argued. You had said it out loud. 

Images of Clara drowning in her own blood came flooding back to you. Carmella was screaming… Odette was curled around her sister in a ball of tears. Exorcists flew overhead, their spears glittering in the light. It was a beautiful ballet of chaos. 

You willed the memories away.

“Husk,” you grabbed his arm, pulling his attention to you. “I need you to listen to me. Help me get him to my room.” 

“What? Why…” 

“Just do it!” 

You roped your arms under his knees. It took a moment for Husk to comprehend what you were saying before he finally shook his head and followed suit. Quickly, you ran the spider demon up the stairs, a trail of blood following in your wake. Throwing Angel onto the bed, you turned back to the hallway and…

SNAP! 

The blood disappeared. 

“Wait, how did you…” Husk stood at the side of the bed, looking between you and Angel and the hallway in disbelief.

You locked the door.

Jumping onto the bed, you straddled the spider demon, the slit of your dress bunching up over your hip. Now was not the time for modesty. Rolling up your sleeves, you pulled the hair clip from your hair and held it above your arm. “You DO NOT tell Alastor anything. Do you understand?” You spoke very clearly, hoping the seriousness got through to him.

He didn’t answer, confused and panicked.

“Husk!” 

The cat demon blinked. “Yeah!” He screamed. “I got you!” 

“Good,” you ran the prongs of the metal clip, sharpened to a point - courtesy of Carmilla Carmine - across your palm. A cut formed, but you quickly shoved it into the spider demon’s mouth before Husk got a better look. 

“Come on, come on,” you were covered in blood now, your sheets were ruined. You prayed no one heard the commotion and came running.

Angel was motionless for only a moment before the thrashing started. 

“Hold him down!” You screamed at Husk. 

The barcat did his best to hold down a set of his arms over his head as Angel thrashed in the sheets. 

Slowly, so slowly, the bleeding stopped. Skin and tissue began rethreading itself before your eyes, stitching to form new skin. 

Then, the room fell silent. His breathing stilled. His body relaxed. 

Angel was okay.

You didn’t hesitate. Jumping from the bed, you dipped your fingers into a puddle of his blood and began to draw runes on the parts of his fur not already soaked in red.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” 

“Runes of Healing.” Just in case.

When you were finished you went to the hidden markings about the room - beneath the carpet by the door, above the windows, and under the bed - refreshening their marks. 

“Are you mad?” 

Finally, above your headboard - for good measure. You jumped back, joining Husk at the foot of your bed as you both admired the work.

“Twenty plus ‘C’ plus ‘M’ plus ‘B’. What the fuck does that mean?” He read aloud.

“Christus mansionem benedicat - Latin for 'may Christ bless this house.'* Mortals use it to keep out the damned. I used it to keep out our household Overlord and his shadow.” You pointed to the “Alastor” written below it. 

Your hand hadn’t healed. So you held that one close to your chest. 

Angel Dust sighed and turned over on the bed. 

Good. That was good.

Husk turned to you expectantly. He crossed his arms, waiting for you to explain. 

Fuck, guess it was time…

Pulling an obsidian calling card from the Void, you held it out to the barcat and turned it over. Written in white ink at the bottom, hidden until now, was a name: Bernard Abernathy. 

The demon gasped.

“Took me years to get it back.” You shot him a small smile. “I recommend not gambling it away this time.” 

“How…” He took the card from you and you watched as a sort of clarity flashed across his eyes. “I remember…” His gaze met yours, a large smile forming across his face. 

Using their own blood on the obsidian card entered Sinners into an unknowing contract. Cardholders, should they give up or lose their cards, will forget you completely. Husk had one of your cards from a long time ago… Now that it’s finally returned, he can remember again. 

“Hey, Husky,” you smile back. 

He brings you into a hug. “Hey, kid,” he mumbles, his chin coming to rest atop your head. 

You stand there and hold each other for a long while until a murmur from Angel pulls you away. You had a lot of explaining to do, but it would have to wait. 

Drying your eyes, you head to the window. “Get him cleaned up. Don’t let him leave this room. I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” He asks.

SNAP! 

Your leather gear and cloak appear. You pull the hood up and open the window, preparing to jump. 

For Husk, since he knows who you are, the cloak's magic didn’t work. Strangers couldn’t see beneath the hood nor pull it off you. Many had tried. They all ended up in a pile of ash. But those who knew could do both.

Holding your fist before you, you summon blue flame. “To kill Valentino.” 

Dun, dun, dunnnnnn! Yeah, fuck Valentino.

*Wiki Link explaining the C+M+B if you are curious

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Can I request Alastor baking or cooking for reader? Maybe making one of his old mother recipes for reader while he wears a silly apron or something? I'm loving all of your one shots!

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short but sweet!! i made it a human al story, hope thats cool! i really enjoyed writing this one but now i want cookies (,:

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Sweet Treat

Human!Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: reader is implied female but pronouns arent used/doesnt effect story much. other than that none!

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Alastor was always aware of your wants and desires as if the glasses he wore helped him read directly into your mind. You were tired? Okay, the bedsheets were freshly dry and warm. You were hungry? He already had a pot of aromatic food cooking in your kitchen. Thirsty? Here’s some ice water. Headache? Oh, here’s a remedy that he learned from a traditional healer in the city. 

You get the idea.

You had come home from a long day of work at the speakeasy you performed in, a hankering for something sweet filling your mind as your mouth watered at the idea of sugary goodness. You fiddled with your keys for a little, eyes slightly bleared from both a mixing of light alcohol consumption and just general sleepiness. No, those are your work keys… no, that’s to your office… Finally, you grasped your manicured fingers over the correct silver key and jittered it into the hole.

You slumped your body against the door dramatically as you pushed it open, a loud sigh escaping your lips to announce you were home. You knew Alastor was already home, seeing as his shoes were tucked neatly in the nearby rack and jacket hung up against the wall. Usually Alastor would join you when you were at work late, both to watch you perform and to walk you home, but he had been caught up with his own work and likely got home not long before you. A light smile dusted your face as you recalled how desperately sorry he sounded when he phoned you a few hours ago—it was sweet. 

Your own heels were unceremoniously kicked off in the general direction of the shoe rack—you’d fix them up later. Right now, you were mostly focused on the sound of a spoon scraping against a bowl as Alastor was doubtlessly stirring something. Your interest was piqued, and your stomach growled at the idea of food.

“Ah, you’re home a bit early,” He said as you rounded the corner, your gaze immediately fixating on the mixing bowl propped against the junction of his elbow as he stirred with his other hand. There was a plume of flour resting against the left rim of his glasses. “A bit too early for my surprise.” 

Your eyes then traveled down to the apron he wore, a black one that had a silhouette of a deer and text that read “best buckin’ cook.” You had gotten it for him as a joke for your anniversary due to his fondness for hunting and deer.

“Yeah, Ms. Ruby let me off early if I performed a couple songs in a row,” There was an eye roll as you said this. You pursed your lips as you approached him, gingerly taking his glasses off to clean the mess from the glass. His eyes held a slight squint as he looked at you, slightly unfocused without his aides. “I’m guessin’ you knew I’d want something sweet, then?”

A smirk crossed his lips as if you asked the most obvious question in the world. Which, considering how he always knew what you wanted, it kind of was the most obvious question in the world.

“What kind of suitor would I be if I didn’t know what my darling desires?” He leaned a little closer as he spoke, halting the stirring motion. His voice had dropped to a teasing husk, and your ears tingled at the hint of that Cajun accent you loved so much. It didn’t help that you were just a tad loopy with alcohol.

“And I love you for that,” You said, trying to ignore the heat in your face. You pressed the glasses back against his face, using your finger to push them up the bridge of his nose whilst simultaneously gently moving his face away from your own. “As soon as I wanted a treat I knew I’d come home to one.”

“It also helps that you always want one when you work late, love,” He mused, turning away and walking back to the counter that had a splay of ingredients. There was also a mess of flour—likely from the same incident that dirtied his glasses—but you bit back a comment. You knew he’d clean it up after.

With a hop you had sat yourself on a tall chair next to the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the cold granite top as you watched him work on mixing in the rest of the ingredients. He seemed a little nervous now that you were watching him, his stirring a bit stiff and measuring a little overanalyzed, but he kept working nonetheless.

The oven chimed when the preheating was done, and at that point Alastor was already in the process of portioning out little balls of dough. A proud smile donned his face.

“I think this is the fastest I’ve gotten to this point,” He claimed, not looking up from the task in front of him. You loved the way his brown hair fell in neat, light curls over his eyes. His glasses had begun to slip slightly down his nose, but he quickly pushed them back with a knuckle. “I nearly beat the timer.”

With an absent nod and quiet ‘congrats’ you eyed the nearly empty bowl and the discarded rubber spatula that sat nearby with velvety, doughy sweetness still clinging on the edges. You slowly raised your hand and inched towards it.

A hand snatched it up at the last second, and you slumped backwards in the chair with a defeated whine. Alastor waved it at you with a teasing grin. 

“So greedy,” He chided, although he did so unseriously. “I can’t believe you would spoil the taste before I even finished baking them… after I worked so hard…” There was a fake pout in his voice as his lips turned down, one hand on a hip and leaned against the counter behind him. You rolled your eyes in response and folded your arms.

“You know it never even tastes the same when it bakes,” You pursed your lips as you looked away from him towards the oven. You could see the faint silhouette of the cookies he had put in just a minute ago, now slowly flattening. “C’mon… Just a sample… please?” You drew out your plea, pressing your face between your hands as you tried your best to look at him with wide cutesy eyes.

It didn’t seem to work on him in the slightest, as he only looked down on you with a raised eyebrow. There was, though, a soft change in his brown eyes as his gaze swept over your face, though you were sure it had nothing to do with your current charming tactics. He was just, in all ways you can imagine, insanely devoted to you—he would tell you, very rarely as he had trouble expressing tender words, how he found you to be the most beautiful being he had ever been lucky enough to see. 

As corny as it felt if you thought about it too hard, you actually believed him when he said he would kill for you. It was something many men would exaggerate when courting, and they never truly meant it, but there was a glimmer of crazed obsession in his eyes when he had told you it one time. A look you had no choice but to take seriously—you tried not to think about it too much.

He sighed dramatically as he threw out his hand to bestow upon you… the spatula. You took it with a pleased grin and put a corner in your mouth to taste the dough. You could almost see the sparkles dancing around you as the light sweetness touched your tongue. You could see Alastor’s proud grin out of the corner of your eye but you chose not to meet his gaze and inflate his ego even more.

The two of you chatted idly about your respective days for ten or so minutes as you waited for the cookies to bake. You always had something to complain about considering the nature of your job—it was always either some drunk bonehead interrupting your show, or some drama between the other performers, or some hatred towards your employers… always something, and he always listened, equally attentive every time no matter how repetitive it was. He, on the other hand, never had much to say about his work. He was just a radio host, after all.

The little white timer finally went off, and Alastor cracked open the oven door to peek. He seemed satisfied enough with the result as he quickly removed them, gripping the pan with a small towel and carefully setting it down against the stove-top. The room was immediately filled with the warm, sweet aroma of fresh baked cookies. 

Just a few more minutes of waiting, but you could barely contain yourself when the cookies had finally cooled a bit and firmed up outside of the oven. When Alastor presented one to you it took all your self control not to just straight up bite it out of his hand. 

The cookie had a crisp, golden outside that gave way with a light crunch when you bit into it. The inside was soft and fluffy with a taste of vanilla and chocolate. You sighed loudly in glee at the experience, resting your head against your hand as you chewed.

“You really are the best ‘buckin’’ cook, Al,” You complimented, watching him as he cleaned up his mess from the process. “This recipe is new, right?”

“Ah, not really,” He admitted. You wanted to play offended at the fact he had never made these for you before, but the aura around him seemed to suddenly get a bit too serious for that. There was a vacant look in his eye, but his lips held a tender smile. You took another bite of your cookie as you waited for him to continue.

“It was one of my momma’s recipes, I actually found it today in the box of her stuff I keep,” He was washing out the dishes as he spoke. You could tell by the light glaze in his eye that he was reliving a fond but bitter memory. “She was the best baker I know.”

“If these cookies tell me anything, I would have to agree,” You were licking a glob of melted chocolate off your thumb as you spoke. “I wish I could’ve met her.”

Alastor nodded with a hum, agreeing with your statement. He told you many times before how much she would’ve loved you. You knew he didn’t like sweets, but you tried to prompt him to try one with you in an attempt to lighten the mood. He refused, as expected.

You stood from your seat and began to help him clean, much to his chagrin as he tried to push you towards your room to get ready for bed, but you forced yourself back towards the kitchen and stubbornly began rubbing the dough out of the mixing bowl. He sighed and yielded.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken here and there by utensils clinging and water splashing. You rested your head against his shoulder as you absently ran a dry towel over the now clean rubber ladle, and he pressed a featherlight kiss against the top of your head in response.

Maybe he could teach you the recipe later.

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flames of desire chapter 10: A weakness?

Alastor X (f1! bunny reader) -NSFW!-

Vox POV:

walking up I open the door, pink smoke filling the room "What's the problem, you better have a good reason for calling me up here!" through the smoke I see two glowing eyes looking at me "Alastor recently threw a party with the devils Princesa" annoyed electricity surrounds me "no need to remind me" "well he has something or somebody I want" "who? somebody that, owes you money..." "Alastor has a new toy, one he almost killed me over and I figured you could use this información~" A new toy? "you said, a person? who is this person..." "It seems the radio demon has a girl, a little bunny that stays at the shit hole" Stepping out of the smoke Valentino walks up to his monitors, pulling up a picture of Alastor and a little bunny girl together "what's her name" "she said her name is y/n, I met her on my search for Angel, she appeared at my club and I wanted to have some fun with her until well..." Alastor now has a weakness, this is something I need to take advantage of "call my assistant over and tell him to ready my drones, I have bunny to hunt down..."

your POV:

"A girl's day?" vaggie said bluntly "Come on it'll be fun" "Angel we have to include everyone in trust exercises, what about Husk or Alastor" "nahh they'll be fine right husky~" he says winking at husk "yeah whatever" "I think it will good for all of the girls and angel to bond" "see Charlie gets it" "ok but no more strip clubs angel" "calm down vagina its just some dressin up, nails, and skincare, ya know fun stuff" vaggie glares at him "come on y/n lets get you dressed up for smiles" "Angel!" Angel smirks as he drags us all upstairs.

we all decided to head up to Charlie and Vaggies room, Charlie said she had a box of nail polish, setting a blanket down on the floor we painted nails and talked gossip. "how about we paint ya nails red to match dark and creepy" vaggie looks at angel confused "are you and Alastor like together?" "hell yeah they are, did ya see the kiss they shared at the party~" Charlie squeals "You and Alastor are together!!??" I throw Angel a scowl "damn you!" "How did he confess to you, did he take you out, did-" "ok hun slow down" I just huffed out a laugh "The confession was... odd to say the least, and he does take me out sometimes" "aww that's sweet!" "Did ya guys fuck yet" "No Angel!, besides I don't even think he's into that kind of stuff" Switching hands Charlie moves on to the next one "Well I think it's nice Alastor has a special someone, he always looks so lonely" "lonely?" "smiles likes to keep to himself, that's why he has always been a big creepy mystery, and those who even look at him funny usually get splattered across the floor"

Charlie finishes painting my nails "They look surprisingly nice thanks Charlie" Charlie gave a bright smile "Good now it's my turn" Angel grabs my hand and drags me to his room "Angel what are you doing" "I'm doin' smiles a favor" he throws me a dress "put it on trust me~" skeptical but curious I head to his bathroom to slip it on "angel what in hell is this!!" walking out angel gave me a short dress, really short and had a deep neckline "just something nice~" "it's...very you" "it's hot, now let's go" "were are you taking me now!"

running upstairs he pushes me into what looks like an office? wait this is- "Angel!!!" "have fun smiles!" the door was already closed. "y/n?" turning around Alastor was already behind me "Alastor..."

Alastors POV:

curious at what was happening I caught a side glance at her dress, it was short, a little too short, I couldn't help but admire how the dress fit her form perfectly, it was tempting... "is there a reason you are wearing something so...scandalous my dear" "No I just- it was angels idea..." "are you sure that was angels idea" I lean in closer, my grin getting wider.

your POV:

my knees felt weak, "what's the matter, my dear" "S-stop it.." "Oh but I'm not doing anything unless you would like me to~" At this point, I was trapped between him and the door "Hmm I have always wondered if you taste as good as you looked" Pulling me closer he leaned his head down to my neck, feeling his warm breath I lift my head "you wouldn't mind if I had a little taste, would you?" "n-no..." his teeth rake against my skin penetrating the soft flesh, enough to draw blood but it wasn't painful, I grip his shoulder as he licks the warm crimson liquid "Just as I suspected, Sweet like candy~"

he lifts me up carrying me, setting me on his desk he stands between my legs, that same sadistic grin lingering on his face "I do like this dress...to bad it's going to be torn to pieces" lifting his hands he takes a claw to the dress, tearing a long line down the front with ease earning a gasp as I sit exposed

"such pretty noises, let's see how many I can get out of you" grabbing my legs he pulls me forward, laying me out on the cold polished wood of his desk, pulling my panties down he tosses them to the side "my my what a mess, how about I help you clean up" with a smirk on his face he positions his head in between my thighs taking a long lick between my folds, I grip the edge of the desk my knuckles turning white and back arching "Alastor please..." I whine desperation in my voice "Well how can I refuse such a plea~"

with no hesitation, he skillfully works my clit with his tongue using his fingers to stretch my sensitive walls driving me closer and closer over the edge, I throw my head back trying to suppress moans and whimpers, feeling a knot form at my core I buck my hips as Alastor picks up his pace "p-please I'm..." and with a few more strokes of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers my release washes over me, my legs trembling.

lifting his head Alastor takes his fingers, licking them clean "were not done yet, my dear" Unzipping his pants he uncovers his hard length, sliding into me with no resistance he started at a slow sensual pace, gripping my hips he harshens his thrusts hitting a spot I didn't know I had causing me to let out a cry of ecstasy, I shoot forward holding on to him like my life depended on it muffled moans leaving my mouth "let this be a lesson not to wear such attire in my presence my dear understood?" his voice was raspy, the static that I grew so accustomed to now gone "y-yes.." "speak up my dear" "yes!!", and with one last harsh thrust I saw stars, his own release filling me completely "lovely~"

taking a moment to catch our breaths he picked me up once again fazing through the floor we reappeared in his room, he sets me on the cold counter of his bathroom sink as he runs hot water for a bath "Apologies for being so harsh my dear" setting me in the hot water my body relaxes as I glance at him "do you not feel tired?" "It's going to take more than such activities to tire me" Just how fucking good was his stamina! "well why don't you join me" "I would cher but..." he let out a sigh "alright I will"

Alastors POV:

taking off my last bit of clothing I slip into the hot water behind her, I look up to see her staring at me wide eyed, she takes her hand to my chest brushing her fingers over one of my many scars. "who did this...what did this" she gives me a sympathetic look, taking her hand I place a soft kiss "a story for another time, do not worry about me" she frowns and I take my hand to her cheek "smile my dear, you're never fully dressed without one~" she smiles, that smile I loved so much the smile that I feel defeated my own, she takes my hand lacing our fingers together, with closer look I notice her nails were painted "I see you like my color?" her face flushes and I smirk "Charlie painted them, Angel said they matched you" "there perfect!" dragging her closer I hold her against me taking in her sweet scent and feeling her smooth skin "I love you Alastor~" hearing those words, my chest felt warm, love an emotion I thought I would never succumb to, but it felt...good "I love you to y/n"

OMGGG this chapter took 3 DAYS to write but it's here and with more spice~ I hope you all love this chapter and have a lovely day/night!!!

-squerlly

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🍎🦌 Ascensionsim 🍎🦌

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor/Lucifer

Rating: E, for explicit

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary:

Alastor revels in watching the King scramble for every crumb of attention he gives, and revels even more in the pain and heartbreak in Lucifer’s eyes each time he realizes the Radio Demon will never love him back.

Songfic for “Ascensionism” by Sleep Token

Notable Tags: NSFW, emotional manipulation, all hurt and no comfort, top!Alastor, bottom!Lucifer, heavy sadism and masochism, biting, blood drinking, blood as lube, wing-fingering, anal sex, scratching, mentions of cannibalism, and Alastor being a terrible person

Minors DNI

{Cross-posted on Ao3, show me some love there!}

Who made you like this?

Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?

Moans permeated in the air, hanging heavy like the drunken haze that had overtaken the two bodies entangled on the luxurious, four-poster bed.

As a general rule, Alastor didn’t let anyone touch him, nor did he touch others if it could be avoided. The sensation of hands against his skin had always been laced with abuse, leaving his body haunted with the ghosts of pain well into his afterlife. Those specters played into his own motivations for touching others, a well-taught lesson in how to inflict that same abuse, but with far greater tact; how many people and demons alike had he killed with a feather-light caress of his lips or the back of his hand, the effortless movements the nectar that lured them into the maw of the pitcher plant? Mortal souls were so predictable. At their weakest, they always wanted the same thing: connection, affection, adoration. All things that Alastor never cared for, but was more than happy to exploit in others for his own personal gain or his own twisted enjoyment. There was nothing sweeter than watching that easily-fostered security wilt away into terror and regret, self-hatred for falling for the light of an anglerfish.

Even immortal souls shared the same vices, leading him to make such a rare exception to his own rule against touch. After all, the King of Hell was so downright vulnerable, it was delicious. Alastor was a simple sinner, with simple desires; desires to wound and rip into the flesh of anyone who dared to consider themselves superior to him, dared to be superior to him. Lucifer Morningstar was superior—he held a level of power, a command of sorcery, that Alastor knew he would never hope to achieve, and he hated the king for it. Resented him, tremendously. It wasn’t as though he kept that information a secret. He addressed Lucifer with outright hostility, seeking to undermine him at every turn, to flip the power dynamic of any interaction they engaged with to get the upper hand, to render him subordinate. Their encounters filled Alastor with a hunger, one that could only be sated by hunting the king as a predator would his prey, to corner him and taste that divine flesh for himself. It wasn’t as though Lucifer was oblivious to this; truthfully, he seemed to admire it, taking every opportunity to goad Alastor further, driving his appetite to spiral. It was almost like he was flirting, and Alastor was certainly the type to see an opportunity when it presented itself and use all manner of tools at his disposal to seize it.

Nobody better than the perfect enemy

Digital demons make the night feel heavenly

Lucifer knew better, yet here they were.

The sight below him was almost too much to bear as Alastor leaned up, cleaning the rose gold blood from his fingers with his tongue. The fallen angel was disheveled, to say the least; his golden hair tousled, his white blouse unbuttoned and bloodstained, his pants bunched up at the center of his thighs, just above his knees, underneath a cacophony of deep, oozing bite marks he’d left there. Alastor grazed his palm across his handiwork, digging a razor-sharp claw into one of the welts left by his fangs. Lucifer cried out in agony, but his face betrayed an opposite sentiment, glowing with ecstasy. He was a masochist, which paired far too well with the sadism all but written into Alastor’s genetic code. “More!” he whined, pleading with the sinner through half-lidded eyes. The deer happily obliged, twisting his wrist and exacerbating the incision, reveling in the way Lucifer’s body jerked, his hands grabbing onto Alastor’s fully-extended antlers for purchase, cheekbones illuminated by the faint, red glow of his eyes.

They only played in their purest demonic forms; it would be a pointless exercise otherwise. Their monstrous visages were the most accurate representations of who they really were, of the madness that lurked beneath the masks they tried so hard to maintain in mixed company. There was no need to keep up a pretense behind closed doors, not when they craved to indulge in the absolute worst of one another. Alastor pulled his finger from the wound, now made twice the size it had been previously, and smeared the blood across Lucifer’s lower lip. He leaned down to lap it up, his prey whimpering and inclining his head forward to make it a full-blown kiss; not that Alastor minded. It gave him the perfect opportunity to worry the man’s lip beneath his pointed teeth, drawing more of his sweet, practically addictive blood.

The Radio Demon’s hands whispered across Lucifer’s cock, the fallen angel twitching and gasping with each tiny caress. He was so sensitive when he was vulnerable like this, his stare betraying an emotion Alastor knew was there, but Lucifer would never speak into full form. It made him want to laugh as he thumbed at the slit, smearing precum across the head; to think, the King of Hell had fallen again, for someone so far below his status. How poetic, how predictable. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen in love with a human soul. Alastor wrapped his hand around the shaft, laying each digit against the fevered skin one by one, so agonizingly slowly that Lucifer’s hips bucked with each moment of new contact. He tightened his grip, flicking his wrist as he languidly moved his hand up and down at the perfect speed to make the king begin to fall apart beneath his palms.

These trysts had become so common for the two of them in the past few months. From the second they laid eyes on one another in the hotel, they believed they saw past each other’s charade. Lucifer, pretending to be a caring father—like he hadn’t spent the seven years since his wife left him wallowing in self-pity, not giving his daughter the slightest ounce of his mental energy, only getting in touch with her to slake off his responsibilities. Alastor, pretending to be a well-intentioned, civil hotelier—when in reality, he was only around to manipulate Charlie and everyone in her vicinity for his own selfish gain, a monster who found his greatest joy in watching others suffer, particularly those tried endlessly to do the right thing, only to fail. Their mutual disgust and disdain for one another had become a game of preying on each other’s weaknesses; Alastor’s gluttonous need to relish in the agony and flesh of others, Lucifer’s need for physical contact and emotional intimacy. They each came to the table thinking they were going to win, but Alastor knew he was the only one equipped for victory.

Tell me you met me in past lives, past life, past what might be eating me from the inside darling…

Half algorithm, half deity; glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream?

Humans and angels both were made in the same mold, made to be images of a God who knew nothing but love—a love that Lucifer had muddied with his fingerprints and a few sets of bite marks on an apple. If Alastor could fill a human with infatuation, make them go against their better instincts to follow him to their final resting place in a shrouded wood, a fallen angel would be just as simple to manipulate. After all, they were modeled after the same Creator; there couldn’t be too many differences. He knew, the moment he agreed to this arrangement with the king, that after months of these encounters, Lucifer would fall in love with him; and he did, just as Alastor had predicted. Oh, he loved being right. It was truly intoxicating, stringing along someone who was in love with him. Watching them come to the realization, over and over again, that those feelings would never be reciprocated, but unable to prevent themselves from desperately accepting any shred of attention Alastor gave them, was a high unlike no other—a sumptuous feast of agony that, every so often, slaked his need to consume, consume, consume flesh and bone alike.

Alastor dragged the sharp point of his index finger around the base of Lucifer’s cock, down across his perineum, down even further to circle against the tight ring of muscle there. The disgraced seraphim bucked his hips downward, almost far too eager to indulge in carnal sin. The Radio Demon laughed, enthralled by how such a simple action could make the king squirm, make his mind start to go blank with desperation, lust, unadulterated desire. What a thing to experience—Alastor wouldn’t know what that was like, and he knew he never would. He didn’t want to, lest he end up vulnerable and exposed, writhing beneath the hands of someone as poorly-intentioned as himself.

“Please, just put it in—“

“Shut up.” Alastor withdrew his fingers, shoving them in Lucifer’s mouth with enough depth and force to make him choke; Alastor adored the feeling of the king’s throat convulsing around him. He briefly fantasized about those being the final twitches of the angel’s life—but if they were, would he ever have so much fun again? There would be no one else for him to play with that met his criteria, no other prey that would leave him truly satisfied—no one strong enough, no one with a high enough social station, for this weakness to be enthralling instead of pathetic. “You know you won’t get a thing otherwise.” He pumped his fingers in and out of Lucifer’s mouth, pleased with the way submission reflected in Lucifer’s demonic red eyes. He continued with that until he was content with the former seraphim’s demeanor, dragging his fingers across the king’s formerly pristine skin, now marred by the deep lacerations he’d left there with his teeth.

Alastor’s hand continued its slow crawl downward, blood gathering around his fingers, until it found that ring again, circling twice before beginning to press his middle finger in—more abruptly than any sane person would, not caring a bit for Lucifer’s comfort; the fallen angel wouldn’t like it if he did. He was providing far more compassion than in past encounters. Blood wasn’t the most effective lubricant, but it was better than nothing, more than he felt Lucifer even deserved. Lucifer seemed to enjoy the abrupt, thoughtless intrusion anyway, bucking his hips like a wild bull just to make that finger go in deeper, thrust faster; Alastor stilled the king’s movements and tore a scream from his throat all at once by adding two more fingers without warning, giving Lucifer a brief taste of blissful pain.

“Fuck! That—“

Alastor rolled his eyes; he hated the sound of Lucifer’s voice when those pretty lips formed words. He curled his fingers, the pointed tips of his claws grazing against a small bundle of nerves that completely cut off anything the angel was trying to say. He glanced up at Lucifer’s face, pleased to see that the simple motion had made his eyes cloud over with mindless lust, dragging him deep into a submissive headspace. He knew from previous experience that the king wouldn’t be speaking much anymore, at least coherently or in full sentences. He repeated the movement again, letting the pads of his fingers do the work this time, each stroke making Lucifer’s needy whine jump a few notes higher; the sound of Lucifer falling even harder, promising Alastor the continued entertainment of heartbreak and misery.

Alastor removed his hand, smoothing it across the litany of bite marks decorating Lucifer’s skin, smearing ichor around like paint on a canvas. Oh, how he wanted to bite in to that slight musculature, to pull and cut through muscle and sinew, down to the bone. Taking Lucifer apart emotionally was just a means to an end, foreplay for the event he truly wished to indulge in—literally, physically tearing Lucifer apart. It would occur in time, though he wondered how many more of these meetings it would take; how deep in love would the father of lies have to fall before he willingly gave up his flesh? As the question bounced around, repetitively, in Alastor’s mind, he pressed the tip of his member against Lucifer’s entrance, giving him only the slightest warning of what was next before he forced himself inside; only halfway on the first thrust, but even that was enough to make Lucifer’s spine arch so high off the mattress that Alastor was surprised it wasn’t followed with the beautiful percussion of snapping bone. A second thrust, a third, a fourth; Alastor was finally enveloped in the tight, white-hot warmth of his favorite prey.

Alastor stayed still, the head of his cock applying a constant pressure to Lucifer’s sweet spot, reveling in how the king himself twitched and convulsed around his length. His inky, black hands reflexively clenched and unclenched the bedsheets in the futile hope of keeping himself from falling further into subspace, past the point of no return. Lucifer was restraining himself, and Alastor wasn’t going to have that. He needed the king to fall harder for him, to inflame the torturous agony of unrequited love, to encourage him to give Alastor everything—his body, his flesh and bone; he withdrew from Lucifer’s shaking form only to immediately slam himself back in at full force, with enough momentum to fucking bruise the angel’s prostate. Lucifer screamed, leaving Alastor giddy as he watched the final flickers of rebellion fade away from his ruby eyes, replaced by a dazed, hazy look of unadulterated submission.

Tears welled in the corners of Lucifer’s eyes as Alastor established a rhythm that was brutal, punishing even. With each snap of the Radio Demon’s hips, the king’s moans grew lower and lighter, more infrequent, the angel so overstimulated he was rendered practically mute, at least momentarily. Good. The further Lucifer’s mind fell into that liminal space, the further he would fall into those insipid feelings of love; the further he fell, the sooner Alastor would get to use his teeth to rend and tear, to make Lucifer suffer physically just as he suffered emotionally. He closed his hands around the king’s throat, craning his neck down to lick away the tears that had begun to track down his cheeks, salt and pleasure and sadness intermingled into one. “What a good boy you are for me, cher,” Alastor growled, his brows knit together as a result of his own pleasure, eyes half-lidded and watching Lucifer with equal parts hunger and nefarious intent. “So talented at debauchery, so willing to embrace sin—it was your finest creation.”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped open, leveling a stern glare at the demon hovering over him; the comment had clearly pissed him off, and he was able to maintain that fiery annoyance despite the way Alastor was able to make him see stars with every collision of his cock into his prostate. “It—ahhh, fuck—it wasn’t sin,” he argued. “Th-that’s what—oh, god, please—that’s what y-you shitty humans—ahhhh!—chose t-t-to do—“

“What’s the matter, can’t use your words?” Alastor goaded, like he was paying no attention at all to what Lucifer said. “That’s alright, you’re much cuter when you can’t speak.” The fallen angel looked slightly wounded at the comment, once again acknowledging how Alastor didn’t want to hear his voice, didn’t care in the slightest what he had to say. It must hurt—being in love with someone and knowing they prefered you when you were silent. Alastor pressed down harder on Lucifer’s throat, acutely aware of how the king’s pulse thrummed invitingly beneath his palm; he wanted to rip apart the thin flesh above his jugular and bathe in that sickeningly sweet ichor. He pulled out of Lucifer, the tip of his cock resting slightly against that ring of muscle, and commanded: “Flip over.”

The king was wholly obedient, immediately gathering his wits about him enough to do as Alastor ordered, rolling onto his stomach and bracing himself on his hands and knees—even though it was difficult, even though he was trembling so hard, he wondered if he’d be able to support his own body weight when Alastor chose to re-enter him. Lucifer gave Alastor a sultry look over his shoulder, but the sinner didn’t even notice; he was more transfixed by the six diagonal, narrow slits that ran down Lucifer’s spine at the center of his back, three on each side. Oh, how he wanted to dip his fingers into those crevices and pull, but he wouldn’t. Lucifer would have to beg for it, eventually; Alastor was damned and determined to drive him to that point. He ran a single, long finger between those openings, summoning a thin rivulet of blood. As he leaned down to lick up its length, he roughly slammed back into Lucifer and the angel howled.

The new position allowed him to fuck rougher, deeper, and Alastor could hear that Lucifer’s moans had turned into tearful sobs of ecstasy. Reaching forward, he grabbed a fistful of Lucifer’s hair, twisting harshly to keep his head at an awkward, uncomfortable angle, looking over his shoulder so Alastor could admire the mindless expression on his face. Alastor’s mouth watered, black drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he watched the angel cry in rapture, wondering in the back of his mind if this was the same expression he would make as Alastor tore him limb from limb, savoring the taste and texture of his divine flesh. The thoughts alone sent the deer into a frenzy, his hips pistoning at twice the pace; Lucifer’s brain seemed to short-circuit and switch off behind his glowing red eyes, and he whimpered and moaned as he could think of nothing but the pleasure being given to him. Alastor could read the emotion behind his pupils, as he’d seen it multiple times before; love. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with driving himself to completion, or fantasizing about how orgasmic it would feel to finally consume the king below him, he would have cackled in sadistic glee.

The hand in Lucifer’s hair violently shoved his face into the mattress, while the claws of his free hand fingered the slits where Lucifer’s wings emerged. The former seraphim’s entire body spasmed around Alastor’s fingers, around his cock, tensing so tightly that Alastor feared he might lose himself posthaste. But he reigned himself in, if only to dive his fingers in and out of those small openings to make Lucifer cry out in an addictive mixture of pleasure and pain. “St-sto—“ Alastor dug one claw in deeper, and Lucifer’s word was cut off with a wail. He repeated the movement again and again, deducing by the way each of Lucifer’s whimpers grew higher in pitch that he was close—and Alastor didn’t even have to touch his cock to get him there this time.

“That’s it, cher,” Alastor purred, maintaining the tempo he’d set with his hips and his hands. “Lose yourself for me, Lucifer. Fall for me.”

Alastor’s urging was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Lucifer gripped the bedsheets so hard he tore them, just like his orgasm tore through him. The Radio Demon laughed this time, unable to suppress the humor he felt at seeing the King of Hell so vulnerable, so debauched, in absolute shambles beneath him. Lucifer had tightened impossibly further around him when he came, and it only took a few more fast, hard thrusts before Alastor reached his peak as well. Unlike Lucifer, though, he didn’t emit a single sound, retaining his composure even through the high of his orgasm; he didn’t want to be as affected as the man below him, he did want to show how truly in control he was, after all. The two stayed there, twined together, for a brief moment, until Alastor pulled out, watching with the slightest hint of pride as his seed dripped out of the fallen angel. It was as though he was claiming his territory, an indication that this man would be his next meal—if he ever finished toying with him.

The Radio Demon was quick to extricate himself from Lucifer. He snapped his fingers and his shadow came forth with a towel, allowing him to clean himself off well enough to start redressing in seconds. Alastor offered no such courtesy to his bedmate, who laid half-catatonic on his sheets for a few seconds before trying to right himself into a sitting position. The deer had already started pulling his jacket back on and re-straightening his tie when Lucifer asked, “Um…Alastor? Would you, ah, like to stay the night?”

Alastor laughed, the sound full of mockery and derision. “And be caught leaving the King’s palace in the morning? Mm, no, I think not.” He picked up his microphone with a flourish of his wrist, stealing a glance at himself in Lucifer’s dresser mirror. Despite everything that had just happened, he still looked impeccable, as though he hadn’t just spent the last two hours of his afterlife railing Lucifer into his mattress, fighting back his own primal urges to turn his fuckbuddy into dinner. All good things came to those who waited, after all.

Lucifer’s face fell, disappointed. “Oh, I…I see. Yeah, you’re probably right…” his voice was forlorn, clearly upset by Alastor’s unwillingness to stay. No one ever stayed, and that was an insecurity Alastor would be a fool not to play with; it made the times he did come around even more effective, breadcrumb by breadcrumb. “It would get people talking…”

“Splendid!” Alastor chirped. “You’re a smart man, I knew you’d see it my way!” His smile widened imperceptibly with joy and entertainment as he watched how Lucifer’s heart seemed to crack behind his piercing, red eyes. The fallen angel gave him a sad, desperate look as Alastor faded into the shadows, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until Lucifer gave him what he wanted—the last bargaining chip he had to make the Radio Demon stay.

So I’ll take what I want and leave.

[teacupwrites]

As Above, So Below

Before this starts, let me establish a few things so the story is easier to understand. Y/n is kind of an Overlord? She’s a deer demon, though I can’t decide between a Reeve’s muntjac and a reindeer.

This is just an experiment to see if people would be interested in this, I just rlly liked the concept. And if you do like this and want more, do tell me! I love hearing feedback on my stories.

That’s all! Enjoy the story!

Yours Truly, Blood x

Part 1 Part 2

Overlords. Sinners rising up to power in a way only few could do. There were plenty littered across Hell. The three Vees, Carmilla Carmine, Zestial, Alastor, Missi ZIlla, Rosie. All of them hovering above other sinners knowing they could kill with ease.

Until that same sinner revived later, of course. No one could die in hell, unless wielded by an angelic weapon. Of course though, not everyone owned Angelic Steel, and not everyone was going to be quick to use their precious buys.

When you died, you were…kind of an Overlord? When you first arrived in Hell, you panicked, and ran and fled until you ran into your father. He greeted you with open arms, introducing you to all of his friends.

You were one of the few people Alastor genuinely cared about. 

When you were alive, you were all he cared for. His wife died when you were born, ascending into heaven peacefully. The cannibal taught you everything, how to cook, how to sing, how to dance, how to play each instrument he knew.

When you turned eighteen, he confessed to you his sins, his murders, every little bad thing he did. The man wanted badly for you to pick your own destiny, and be able to choose to join your mother in heaven.

But you refused. You loved your father so, and took after him. You aided in few killings, though mostly you took his hunts and made them into beautiful dishes you sold to unaware guests.

Cooking was always one of your biggest talents, as well as writing. And when Alastor introduced you to the hotel, you had offered to be the one to help with advertisement and to cook for the guests.

In which there was none, but you never spoke about that.

When your father found you, it took him a while to let the others know you existed. The first friend of Alastor’s you met was Rosie, the cannibal Overlord. 

She was basically an aunt to you, someone to step in as your mother despite your father having no romantic desires anymore. She taught the cello, and introduced you to the different ways that demon meat was cooked compared to humans.

Then Nifty, who was basically your little sister. She was crazy, but sweet, and always spoke fondly of you whenever you hung out with her. Though sometimes it was frightening to suddenly walk in and have her all over you. But you still loved her.

Then finally, Husker. The grumpy bartender. The first time you met him, he was forced to babysit you whilst your father left for an Overlord meeting, and Satan did he ignore you.

But eventually, your pokes, prods, and pleads managed to break down his walls, and he cared for you like you were his own, despite you being a fully grown adult. 

And after about seven years of being in Hell, he allowed you to speak to the hotel. At first, they were extremely suspicious of you and your potential powers, though with one, simple action, you gained their trust.

It was a night out, when Vaggie and Charlie went up to speak to heaven, and everyone but Alastor was going out. He trusted you, and allowed you to go and keep a close eye on the group to make sure they didn’t get too wasted.

Though when Angel got tangled up with Valentino, you snapped. Angel was like a younger brother to you, he was fragile, kind, and sweet. And when you saw pink chains clutched to his wrist you wanted nothing more than to rip that moth’s vocal chords out.

Your antlers grew, your eyes grew a staticy red, your claws sharpened, as well as your teeth. When you hovered behind Angel, there was a ring formed around you by guests who stared in horror.

That night, Valentino learned a very valuable lesson, as did everyone else in the club.

Don’t mess with the daughter of the radio.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“I swear toots! I told you I’m fine!” Angel protested, pushing away at your prodding claws as you checked over him for any injuries. “He didn’t even touch me!”

You glowered down at him, ears pinned down to the top of your head as you continued to look over him despite his insistence.

“That rancid pest had chains on you,” you hissed, finally leaning back with your hands propped up on your hips. “That moth is lucky I didn’t rip his wings off of his back.”

Angel gave a thankful smile, using his facial expressions rather than words to show his gratitude.

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, finally turning away and leaving him alone. “I should probably make dinner.”

With that you pranced over to the kitchen that your father brought out of thin air with a snap of his fingers, claiming to a protesting Vaggie that at the time you were to be trusted with making them food.

“Seriously though,” you began, grabbing your cookbook and flicking through the thick pages. “If you need anything, you know I could overpower Valentino. Even if I’m not the biggest fan of conflicts I will not hesitate to help.”

Grabbing a wooden spoon, you gestured with it as you glanced over to Angel who wobbled over to the couch like a recently born fawn.

“Don’t get yourself involved with him,” he replied, plopping down onto the seat with a heavy sigh. “I don’t need you to get the Vees on you just because of some stupid mistake I made.”

You hummed in reply, though decided not to argue further. Instead, you got to cooking, dishing up some pasta and beginning to pound in some pork. Despite needing to multitask, you handled it very well as you switched between stirring and then checking on the chicken.

“She’s gonna be on you for weeks,” Husk called from the bar, his tail swishing behind him. “Seriously, mama bear over there worried about Nifty for a week because she scraped her knee.”

You shot the bartender a glare, ears pinned back. But even with your intimidating glance, Husk knew very well you would never willingly bring harm to him. Despite being in hell, it wasn’t in your nature.

“Not true,” you replied, feeling your ears flick in amusement as you fixed up the lemon pasta. “She broke her leg, it wasn’t just a scrape.”

Before Husk could snap back a witty reply, there was a gush of wind that rolled through the hotel, causing everyone to look over. And standing there in the door way was a figure you recognized by heart.

“Papa,” you breathed, giving a joyous smile at the radio demon who strutted in with confidence. “Glad to see you home.”

Alastor immediately made his way over to you, glancing over the bubbling pot of pasta you continued to occasionally stir.

“Good evening, my little fawn,” he greeted, wrapping an arm around you in a warm embrace. “What is it you're brewing up tonight?”

“Lemon pasta and schnitzel,” you stated proudly, grabbing an oven mitt to pull out the carefully made pork, serving bits onto plates whilst flicking the oven off and sliding the pot of pasta off of the burner. “Wanted to make something different tonight.”

Alastor hummed in reply, patting your back once more with a charming grin.

Before the both of you could continue your conversation, the door slammed open once more. 

Everyone whipped around to see Vaggie and Charlie walk into the hotel, and as they did, you immediately knew something was off. However, you just tried to ignore it, quickly serving up a plate of both the lemon pasta and pork onto a plate, going over to Charlie with your signature smile.

“Good evening, Charlie!” you chirped, holding out the plate to her. “How was He-”

Before you could even try to offer her the plate, it was knocked from your hands, the contents falling onto the floor in a wet slop of once delicious food. Your ears pinned back, and static emitted from your overall figure as she trudged past you and upstairs.

But after a moment, you gained your composure, ears returning to their original stance as you looked down to the mess. But before you could lean down, Nifty was quick to dart over and wave you away as she offered to clean it up herself.

With a sigh, you accepted, and turned to Vaggie. Never before had you seen her so devastated, and heartbroken, so of course it had you confused.

“Something happened,” you stated, and she also brushed past you. “I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go well.”

“Not much of a surprise,” Alastor called from where he had sat himself at the dinner table, curling up his pasta with his fork.

You shot your father a quick glare, before whisking over to Vaggie once more. With a gentle, yet firm grip you turned her around, and guided her back to the table, sitting her down.

“I don’t care how upset you may be with Charlie, or how much you don’t trust me,” you began, having Niffy quickly serve her a dish of your cooking. “You both need to eat, and you will eat.”

You sighed, stepping away from Vaggie and getting both Niffty and Husk a plate, setting them down in their assigned seats before finally letting yourself eat as well. Though your natural instincts made you want to wait, wait till Charlie had her fill.

The silence that followed was deafening, with the air so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife. The only sounds that sounded throughout the dining room was the soft clatter of forks against plates.

“What happened?” you inquired softly, breaking the awkward silence that sat across the table. “I’ve never seen Charlie so upset before…”

Vaggie paused, which was when you realized she hadn’t taken a single bite, only poking at her food every now and then. Her one yellow eyes trailed up to you, and she sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m an exterminator…I’m a fallen angel.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The upper levels of the studio, although luxurious and much more relaxing, always stunk. The stench of sex and sweat stuck to every wall, and it made Velvette cringe and curl up on the floor.

But when she had been scrolling through Sinstagram and saw stuff about Alastor, she couldn’t resist coming up to where Vox and Valentino were to tell him about it. 

It was no secret that Vox had an obsession with the radio demon, and to say it was bad was a bit of understatement. The TV headed Overlord had begun to ignore his business, his partner, but most importantly…his child.

Axial was a bit of an accident, and no one, not even Vox, knows how exactly he was made. He just kind of…popped out of nowhere. The Overlord heir was a lot more reserved than his father, but their powers were matched.

Velvette strutted into the main lobby of the upper levels, brushing off her skirt whilst wincing.

Upon the leather seats, there were the three of them, Valentino, Vox, and Axial. 

“Velvette,” Vox greeted charmingly, fixing up his slightly crooked top hat. “How are you this lovely evening?”

A devilish smile crossed the influencer’s lips, and she came forward, and quickly connected her phone to the TV. After powering it on, her phone screen was then cast to that of the TV.

The three Overlords turned to it, eyes glued to the screen a lot like a moth to a flame, which was ironic because of Valentino’s demon type- but that didn’t matter.

“Turns out not only is Alastor back in town,” Velvette began, grabbing the remote and scrolling down and pausing upon a picture that made Vox tense up, his digital gaze hardening. “But he also has brought along a daughter.”

Thanks to cameras and peeking eyes from other demons, social media was blowing up with Alastor’s little carbon copy. It was for sure his daughter, the same hair, same eyes, same ears, same style.

“He has a FuUucking daughter?!” Vox exclaimed, shooting up from his couch to gesture at the screen in disbelief, voice lagging out. 

Velvette smiled mischievously, standing back a few steps as she witnessed the baby man of an Overlord yell and screech at the TV like a bird with broken vocal cords. She even went out of her way to record the session.

And as she did so, she caught something in the corner of her eye. 

When she shifted her candy cane gaze over to Axial, she couldn’t help but silently study his expression. Unlike his father, his red and blue eyed gaze trained on the screen with features that showed curiosity, amazement, and…adoration.

Velvette grinned with malice, stopping the recording and jumping back onto Sinstagram with new motives in mind.

This is going to be very…very interesting

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 23

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous part

Part 23: the starting works

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I lowered my head so the sun didn't blind me through the brush. My nose flared as I drew in my prey's scent. They were completely unaware of my presence, unaware that their life was about to end. My claws punctured the soft earth and I leaned back on my haunches.

I sprang.

My bad leg pinched, causing me to land a hair before my prey. They jumped and zipped through the forest with a squeal. I gave chase on all fours until I was in my full dragon form. I weaved through the trees with ease as I ignored the small pains throughout my body. I wasn't fully recovered but that couldn't stop me.

My prey tripped and rolled several paces. I lunged and landed firmly on its head. I stepped back to look at the dead rabbit. It's energy faded from its body and snaked its way through my nose and into my head. I felt ready to keep running.

I laid down and sank my teeth into the soft, fuzzy flesh. The blood pooled in my mouth and oozed down the back of my throat. It wasn't nearly as good as a Demon's blood. It was thinner and had a bitter taste to it. It was like the comparison of eating bone broth to actual soup. It soothed the hunger pains but wasn't actually filling.

It had been a week after my incident. I would wake up in the middle of night craving the blood. I had dreams and nightmares about the killing, even messing with my memories from the ring fights. The nightmares were horribly gruesome and I couldn't believe that my mind was actually producing these images. I was eating limbs and sucking blood until their skin went pale. I was horrified at myself.

I mostly felt the cravings at night or early in the morning after my gruesome dreams. After the second day I was pulling out my hair and trying to suck on my own blood just to stop it. It actually hurt when I didn't have anything. It felt like my veins were being thinned and my muscles would tense until they were rock solid.

Fortunately, in my fit of furry, I had run into the forest and caught a bat between my fangs. Its blood instantly soothed the tense muscles and I felt like I could breathe again. So I made it a habit to go hunting in the mornings for small creatures like rabbits or squirrels. A single creature could suffice the hunger pains for the day until the following morning.

Husker knew what was happening. When I asked him about it, he told me that he didn't have this issue. It was something he knew Alastor had to deal with as well, hence his broadcasts and constant victims.

Another wonderful thing I get to share with him.

I asked Husker to keep my hunting a secret from Alastor. He was always making comments about my 'desires' and I wasn't about to let him know he was actually right. So Husker sat on the porch and waited for me to return every morning.

I swallowed the last of the rabbit and forced myself to feel satisfied, to no avail. I shifted into my Demon form and wiped my lips of the bitter blood. My eyes blinked back to their normal color.

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Husker and I sat in the library with a radio on the desk. Outside was wet and cold. A rainstorm had come through from the sea and pelted the side of the house relentlessly. It knocked on the library windows, unable to get in. Husker was changing the radio stations every so often.

The broadcast about Demon-kind had aired only a few days ago. Everyone was in an uproar. Vox had used his broadcast to show them the physical difference between Slight magic, Full magic, and Demon magic. Alastor's had been more informative and gave more finite details.

Humans weren't happy. There were countless radio shows and other tv news where the reporters went back and forth about the topic. Some people were angry that they kept the truth hidden for hundreds of years, while others were angry that Demons were showing their true forms around and acting 'above them'. In my opinion, Demons always did that but people just assumed it was a personality trait.

We always kept the radio nearby to listen in. Some cities tried banning Demons and those with Full magic as a whole. Others formed groups to hunt them down but it didn't last very long. Overlords had enough manpower and magic to stop any hunting party, making others less willing to try that tactic again.

Even so, the death rate in this nation skyrocketed. From hunting parties to riots to territory battle to everything, people and Demons alike were getting killed.

This stirred up a lot of political issues too. On this part of the map, towns and cities operated much in the same way and all followed standard protocols for everything - something created long ago before the Great Collapse. Now, rules were being changed left and right without warning and proper justice wasn't so proper anymore.

According to Alastor everything was going as planned. The disruption and confusion left the Humans divided, meaning most of the Demon population was safe.

Most.

I didn't realize how many were dying, or how exactly, until I received a visit from the princess of Hell herself. She, Vaggie, Husker, and Alastor were chatting in the sitting room when I walked down the stairs. She greeted me with a hug and insisted I call her Charlie instead of princess. Fortunately, she was moving so fast that I didn't have to figure out how to return the hug. It still made me uncomfortable.

"Finally, someone who actually cares about Demon-kind," Vaggie remarked, casting a glare in Alastor's direction. He stood with his arms behind his back, like always, and his smile widened at her comment.

"Did something happen?" I asked. I was in my Human form as were Charlie and Vaggie.

"Hell is getting overrun with Demons," Charlie answered, "It was already overpopulated but now there's more and more Demons running back to escape Humans."

"The humans haven't rioted though. Sure some towns are doing it but nothing big," I said.

"It's been fairly decent from what we've heard on the radio," Husker added.

"Not in other places around the world," Vaggie said.

"Across the ocean Humans are coming together and hunting down anyone with Full magic." She looked so pained as she spoke. "Full magic Humans are being killed left and right, and Demons are running back to Hell and making it way overcrowded."

"What's uh...what's...what's your father doing?" I asked, unsure of how I was supposed to refer to him.

"He's locked in his room trying to figure out a way to handle it. Buildings are being built way high up to accommodate more people and some Overlords are straight up just killing anyone who walks in their territory."

"I don't see the problem," Alastor interjected, "Hell's Overlords surely sound like they're doing their part. I know Cannibal Town is doing well."

"That's not the point!" Charlie and I said at the same time, in different tones. Hers was more ecstatic and mine was a growl. Everyone looked between the two of us, just as shocked as we were. Niffty broke the silence as she chased a bug through the sitting room.

"What about the ring fights?" I looked to Husker. "Are those still active or are they killing the champions? They tend to be Full mages."

Husker shrugged. "I know as much as you since we threw out my phone." After my incident, Husker immediately threw his phone into the ocean. We weren't about to risk him getting to me again. Apparently, Vox was trying to use me to force Alastor not to broadcast until after Vox had done his. I discovered this was a petty rivalry.

I scratched the back of my neck. "They probably killed any children who showed signs of having Full magic. Or even the police went after some rings and just killed any and all of the fighters. That would be the easy way to go about it."

"There has to be something we can do. Demons and innocent Humans are being killed. All because of us." Charlie put both hands over her chest and looked down. Vaggie put a hand on her shoulder as comfort.

I was surprised to see the princess of Hell acting like this. I was expecting her to be just as bad, if not worse, than the likes of Alastor. Yet here she was worrying over the death of Demons and Humans. It was hard to believe she was heir to throne of Hell.

A thought came to mind. My thought. This could be the perfect opportunity to separate from Alastor, to put my plan into action. It was way earlier than I expected but I wasn't about to pass it up.

"What about...a safe haven? A sanctuary of sorts?" I offered. Everyone's eyes fell on me. Alastor pressed through my shields as his eyes narrowed. "You've already done something similar."

"You mean make another hotel?" she asked.

"More like a city. Take over a city and let the persecuted come to us. There's more space up here to expand."

"And fix the relationship between Humans and Demons since even Full mage Humans are being attacked," Vaggie said.

"Yeah...yeah that could work!" Charlie's eyes lit up and she seemed to radiate sunlight.

"Defending it would be a problem, though," Husker sipped on his alcohol. "It paints a big red target for Humans to team up against."

"That's true." Charlie started to pace.

"Fear is a great tool for controlling people's actions," Alastor said, placing a hand on my shoulder. My fingers fluttered as our energy shot through my body. I plucked his hand off my shoulder as Charlie spoke.

"That's not really what we're trying to do..."

"But it might be necessary at first," Vaggie moved her hand to Charlie's back, "as much as I don't want to agree with him." Alastor's smile widened.

"The Radio and Snake Demon aren't exactly something most people want to piss off," Husker added. My pride swelled a little.

"Would people even want to come if they knew he was involved? Would they be too scared?" I questioned, positioning myself so I could see Alastor fully in view.

"Maybe not if we really push that he won't kill anyone at the Safe Haven," Vaggie crossed her arms as she looked at him.

"I make no such promises," he laughed, "but those in the Safe Haven would be far from the top of my list."

"Where would even have it?" I asked, ignoring him, "What city would we use?"

"We could build it here," Niffty appeared behind me. She twiddled into the middle of the circle and looked up at Charlie. "We have a big ocean behind us and a big forest between here and the closest town. Easily defendable." She spoke so quickly but everyone had managed to catch it.

"She's got a point." Husker took another sip.

"We'd have to actually build it here, though. As opposed to finding a city or even one of the old abandoned ones to use instead. We'd have a framework."

"True, but it might not be nearly as defendable," Vaggie reasoned. "Are those buildings even safe? I've seen all over social media about them collapsing from how old they are. Our buildings would be knew and could stand for much longer."

I opened my mouth to counter it but Charlie beat me to it, "We'll have to work out the logistics later. I need to talk to my dad first."

She and Vaggie went to the cliff and teleported back to Hell, leaving a different scorch mark in the earth. I closed the back door and walked right into Alastor who had been standing behind me.

"What?" I demanded.

"You had a similar plan, already."

My eyes narrowed as I tried to keep my cover. He must've seen my memories when we touched earlier. "And what if I did?" I pushed past him and walked through the library.

His shadow slipped past my feet and he formed in front of me, hands resting on his cane and his body leaning forward. "You still seem to think you belong anywhere but my side."

"I'm not a tool to be used, Alastor." It felt strange using his name like that. "My lifespan just got hundreds of years added onto it. You really think I want to spend all that time with you?" My heart was racing at the confrontation.

"I think you'll find it rather hard to live without me."

I braced for something as I walked past him to the stairs. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

Without turning, he asked, "How are your cravings?"

I stopped in my tracks. His laugh made me grimace for stopping. Now he knew. Of course he would know. How long did I really think I could hide it?

"Those little animals aren't nearly as fulfilling, are they?" My ears twitched as I heard him walk up behind me. I turned to face him and he stretched a sharp claw towards my chin. "They just don't cut it. Wouldn't you agree?"

"No." I carefully pushed his hand away. "They work just fine."

He chuckled again and straightened up. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, darling. It's merely a diet."

"It's more than just that. And it is something to be ashamed of."

"What is the difference between a Human or Demon to a rabbit or squirrel?" he asked.

I fell silent. I didn't have an answer to her than that Humans and Demons were intelligent, that I had my own morals I was wrestling with already. Adding this just made things worse.

I was staring at the ground when he grabbed my chin and tilted it up towards him. The energy bounced between us again and I could tell he was getting a high from it. "You need only ask, darling, and I will provide you with what you need."

I jerked my head away, severing the contact. "I won't need it." I stormed up the stairs to my room.

"We shall see."

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Author's Note:

Well well well, here ya go. I have nothing to say except I really liked writing that last part :P

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Radiostatic soulmark AU though, where everyone is born with their soul mate's names and demon names or Heaven names or hellborn/Heavenborn names. I.E. Vox is born bearing Alastor full human name alongside Alastor The radio demon on his arm. Alastor has Vox's full human name alongside Vox the Media Demon on his.

Once Alastor hears about this newest demon going by the name Vox, in hell well. Of course he wants to meet the one who is destined to be his for all of eternity. *HIS* and no one else's.

RAAA RAAAAAA

I'm eating this up if you couldn't tell.

Imagine it even going farther like Alastor doesn't care usually right and then bam, Vox is popping up And around and such. It bothers Alastor especially seeing how well liked the TV demon is because how dare he have so many followers and admires? Last time he checked something that belonged to him isn't supposed to be wanted and desired by others...

Vox probably wouldn't believe in the names at first, like whatever it's not a name it's a birthmark or some shit like that... But damn I can see Alastor hunting him down like a dog once he's aware of who Vox is and particularly because of his following. Alastor would definitely be possessive.. how can he not be? He's been secretly looking for Vox for so long and he'd be damned to lose him to some other sinner...

I can see Vox like minding his business one day and Alastor meets him for the 'first time' and it's either "let me rizz him up and grow a bond to get closer's or if we wanna be a little silly Alastor probably gets all in his face, takes the time to corner Vox and pin him and leave a lasting memory just to disappear right after. Leaves Vox stunned.

It leaves Vox shaken. He can't think without wanting to get closer to the radio demon now and it kinda pisses him off because it's messing with his work. He can't do his job, can't think, and it's all Alastor's fault and maybe the radio demon likes that fact. He wants to be the only one to make Vox react in such ways. He likes knowing too though that Vox puts on such a charming face in public just to fold so easily when Alastor decides to put his hands on him. Vox would probably be both eager and annoyed by them running into each other again.

Bro a good long story on this would be good. I may write it considering this brainstorming is super fun 👀

[sugoi-writes]

(Preview) Trigger Happy, Part 2

SOOOOOOO I reread Trigger Happy for like, the first time after posting it. And my god, it kinda DID things to me. So without further adieu, here is a sneak peek/prelude to Part 2. It's extremely fluffy. No content warnings for this one, other than implied spicy thoughts ( @ieatcocoa I blame you, in the BEST WAY)

MDNI, or I'll cut you

🩸🦌🩸

A few months had passed since your last weekend trip to the cabin. The crisp air of Autumn had been corrupted by the cool embrace of Winter. For Louisianians, there would be no white Christmas, but the promise of chilly mornings and frosty nights lingered with the season.

Life had ultimately gone back to 'normal' for the both of you, as if the tumultuous chase has never happened. Alastor's radio show swung without a hitch, gaining traction with his extensive coverage of the famous 'Bayou Butcher'. Meanwhile, you were performing particularly well at your own job, a promotion lining up for your hard work. Life had improved drastically. 

But... even in the heat of your success, the both of you started to become stir crazy. In your efforts to work harder, the both of you neglected your sanity. All of this for the sake of being 'better off', the both of you had decided. At least you both agreed on one thing: a short getaway was long overdue. Your recommendation for a cabin-filled weekend delighted your overworked partner. And so, you both had worked your magic to make the getaway happen.

🦌❤️🦌

It was Friday morning, just an hour after Alastor got off of work. (Thankfully, he had managed to switch prodcasting times with another coworker, guaranteeing an early departure). When you had packed the last of your bags, you snuck back to your closet once more. Pushing over copious amounts of clothing on the rack, you finally pull out what you'd been looking for: a white linen gown with lace trim... Or at least, it used to be white... It was the dress you wore during the last 'hunt'. 

The fabric was weathered, rumpled, and looked quite horrific, if you were being honest. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as your fingers brushed over the fabric, erotic memories flashing across your mind. The heavy thuds of footsteps, the smell of the dank bayou, the crunch of withered leaves... And yet all of these memories paled in comparison to him. 

Alastor. 

His heated touch, labored breaths, and manic, brown eyes nestled deep into your debauched dreams. Dreams that you found yourself longing to relive...

You bit your lip, debating if you should pack the dress. You wondered if this would be subtle enough, or if your secret desire for a part two was too 'on the nose'. 

This thought was disrupted by the bedroom door creaking open, and the sound of Alastor's silky, serene voice. 

"Darling, are you almost ready? I've gotten everything else in the trunk so far--" 

Alastor catches you glimpsing at That Dress, his back stiffening as memory lane hits him. Hard. 

He grins soon after, his smile cat-like as he wanders over to you. You're quick to hide the dress behind your back, stammering an excuse. 

"Y-Yes, I have everything-- just-- just thought about this old thing, y'know? I may need to toss it. This filthy thing has been through enough… It's just hanging here, collecting dust." 

Alastor clicks his tongue against his teeth, chuckling at your horrible attempt to deflect,"Dear, why would you want to get rid of this relic? I rather like the dress, you know~" When you avoid his gaze, Alastor sighs dramatically. He reaches behind your back, gently tugging the garment out of your rigid grasp. You can’t help the sheepish noise you make when he slings the dress over his shoulder, letting it hang off of him like a disheveled shawl. 

"Check the back of the closet, dear. In my garment bag," Alastor offers gently, stepping up beside you. You squirm as Alastor places a kiss on your temple and an impossibly large hand on your waist," I have something for you; perfect for the occasion, I'd say." 

You blink in surprise, throwing him a questioning look. Money wasn't exactly tight in your household, but the gesture surprised you all the same. A gift… for you? 

You're met with a beautiful sight. A pristine, red nightgown that made an apple look pink. Upon touching it, you realize it was satin; much nicer than the cotton one you originally had. Your mouth fell agape, your eyes widening in tandem. Dumbfounded at the sight, you hardly moved as Alastor kissed your cheek again. His sincere smile only grew as he gave your waist an affectionate squeeze. 

You follow his suggestion obediently, rummaging carefully until you hit Alastor's bag. While it usually hosted his dry clean-only suits, you noticed that it was uncharacteristic thin. Paper-thin, even.

You take down the bag from the bar gingerly, heart racing with curiosity. Alastor was just as eager, watching you with baited breath as you eased the zipper down. 

"Better to be prepared than not, right~?" Alastor mused, taking your free hand. You finally look his way when you feel a featherlight kiss press to your knuckles.

"This is--" 

"Yes yes, darling, it is. I figured it's only fair that you were dressed in my colors this weekend~" Alastor all but purred, his eyes full of mischief.

"Alastor, it's... Really beautiful. I hope it wasn't too much--"

Another kiss, this time just above your knuckles. A trail of sweet, deceivingly innocent kisses started to ascend your arm. Ever the cheeky man, Alastor was. 

"My love, nothing is ever too much for you. Think nothing of it. Simply wear it... It would make me very happy to see you in it."

You comtemplated his words, really taking them in. Like the lush fabric of the nightgown, you felt... Soft. You were almost liquid smooth, a flush festering on your skin under Alastor's affections. When he had kissed all the way up to your cheek, you turned to meet his lips with your own, smiling blissfully. Thankfully, Alastor didn't seem to mind the interruption

"Well, I guess I can't say no when ask me so sweetly... 'Can't let such a pretty dress go to waste, then~" you chime, giving Alastor another kiss. In fact, to air on caution, you zip the laundry bag closed, tucking it under your arm. You wouldn't want to risk ruining it before Alastor got his chance to...

"And," you added, a renewed glee coursing through you,"I think I'm ready to head out now~" 

Alastor reflects your smile, pressing a firm kiss to your lips to seal the deal.

"Off we go, then. Oh– and I think we should take the scenic route this time, if that’s alright..." You practically giggle as your arm is taken into his, allowing your beau to lead you out of the bedroom. 

"Honey, I would love nothing more." 

🦌🩸🦌

[nkirukaj]

Our Renaissance (5)

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Acts, Grooming, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Racially Degrading Language, 1920s Slang

Genre: Slight Angst/Fluff/SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 9.4K

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“Do you want to know why I wanted to be in radio?”

“I already know why Alastor, you told me.”

“Yes, I know, but I didn’t tell you the last reason.”

“Tell me Alastor,”

“So I could be with you,”

Vera laughs a bit “What?”

“I already had radio as my dream, but after meeting you…I knew it couldn’t just be a dream. I had to make it a reality. I knew that you would never think of being with me unless I made something of myself.”

Vera shakes her head “That’s not true.”

“You say that now after we’ve already married. But then, it was true. Rich people don’t marry poor people. So I had to become rich to have you. And even if you would have me as a poor man, I would never forgive myself if I couldn’t treat you like the lady you are. The way you deserve.”

Her eyes are watery from the adoration she had for him, she almost drops the phone trying to wipe her eyes

“It’s only a month or so before the show closes,” she says with a sniffle “I can’t wait to come back to you,”

“And I can’t wait to have you here.”

She leans back on the couch of her suite “I just want to be home with you!”

“I thought New York was your home?” he questions

She sighs lovingly “You are my home Alastor.”

“And you are mine ma cher,” he lowers the pitch of his voice “I just want to hold you in my arms, feel your warmth against my body.” he bites his lip “Maybe taste you again?”

Vera yelps and starts giggling “Oh Alastor! You’re so improper!” she bites her lip waiting to see what he’ll say in response

“I haven’t seen, touched, or tasted my wife in 3 years, I think I have the right to be.”

Vera giggles more, loving how his words made her feel. Like she was wanted like he wanted her. It had been 3 years and she still kept forgetting that they were married, likely because they hadn’t been together since they’d said their ‘I do’s’. These phone calls were essential to let her know that he was still there, still waiting for her, still wanted her.

“Do me a favor doll, when you get back here, the first person you see will be me. I don’t want you to see or talk to anybody before you see me.”

“Okay,” she crosses her legs like a little schoolgirl 

“And when you do see me, don’t blame my hands for what they do. I can’t control them.”

Vera laughs loudly again “Alastor!” She chastises him, even though they both know that he says it because she likes it.

Alastor was feeling stifled, he thought as he thrust the knife inside of the man’s torso. He didn’t know if it was because he reached a plateau in his career or if it was because he missed his wife. This was his third murder of the week. Something about it lost its thrill, maybe because he was no longer afraid of getting caught. The man’s body fell to the ground with an unsatisfying thud at Alastor’s feet. He didn’t even feel like lifting the body. He spent the next hour kicking it all the way to the hunting ground. He was so bored. He wondered what his wife was doing right now. As his thoughts wandered he started to grow angry, how could she leave him for this long? Leave him wanting, desiring, craving her. What could she be doing out there without him? How many people had she brought back to her hotel room to fill the void that he just had to live with? How many people would he have to kill to fill the void she left? Alastor sinks onto his empty bed and wonders how long he can go before he loses his mind.

Alastor smokes a blunt, calming his nerves. He leans on the picket fence that he thought would be a nice addition to their home. He found himself lost in thought, as his blunt was snatched from his fingers. 

Enraged at the thief, he turns when he sees his wife taking a drag on the blunt and blowing out smoke with a smirk. Alastor’s eyes widen, and his arms are immediately around his wife, lifting her in the air and spinning her around. Suddenly his happiness becomes a carnal desire. He presses his lips against hers, placing her on the grass against the fence. 

“Alastor!” She’s surprised by his brazenness 

“I cannot wait any longer,” he breathes, panting

“But right now? Out here?”

“This is our property baby, and we have a fence.” He goes back to kissing her as she falls into it. She grabs his hand and places it on her breast, which he gladly massages and squeezes. 

She moans into her husband’s neck “The fence is nice,” they laugh as he massages her breast, raising his thigh between her legs, pressing onto her clit

“I missed you,” Alastor kisses her neck

“I missed you too baby,” she thrusts up into his thigh so that he can rub her clit through her clothes “Uhh, yes. Keep doing that,”

“As you wish,” he said rubbing his thigh into her pussy, wetting his trouser leg

She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him like a starving woman, devouring her first meal. Her entire body longed for him, years and years burning for his touch. He lets her tongue invade his mouth and his invades hers as she lowers herself and him flat onto the grass.

“Turns out I love having my own house,” Alastor jokes as their noses rub together, their breath fogging up their glasses, they start laughing at the sight, or lack thereof, before kissing again. Alastor starts rubbing his thigh onto her pussy faster and faster, Vera cumming right there in the grass. “Hmm, let’s take this inside, hmm? Would my little wife like that?” He picks her up, wrapping her legs, around his waist. 

“Yes, she would,” she grabs his face and licks his nose giggling all the while as he brings her inside their house, sharing it for the first time.

They lay in the bed together, Vera leaning on her husband’s chest.

“You know, what we did outside was actually really dangerous,”

“Do you still care about what the neighbors think?”

She chuckles, dragging her index finger down his chest “No, it’s just that I’ve been reading the papers and-“

“And…?”

“The number of killings are going up, we can’t be out in the open all exposed,”

He rolls his eyes, amused “Don’t you worry about any killings,”

“How can I not worry? We’re right in the thick of it!”

“And I’m right here to protect you,” he kisses her forehead “Anybody tries to hurt my wife, I will handle them. Don’t you worry,”

She snuggles into the crook of his neck “I don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Don’t worry about me,” 

Vera turns away from him, full of conviction

“Is there something wrong?”

“It’s just you care about me so much, and I-“

“You what?”

“Do you want to know a secret?” He turns to her immediately intrigued “Well I figured you should know since we’re married now,” Alastor widens his eyes and waits for her to say “Okay, so the truth is…my parents aren’t really my parents,”

He squints and leans in, confused but wanting to hear more “Oh?”

“Yes, and…I’m not a human being,”

Now the confusion has taken over the intrigue “Pardon?”

“Yes,” she nods “I’m not human. I’m a fairy,”

“Not to be rude sweetheart, but this is the most screwy you’ve ever sounded,”

She turns away “It’s true!” She walks a few steps “My parent’s real baby was taken as an infant and was replaced with…me,” she turns back to him “I’m a changeling,”

He is almost speechless “I-uh, um. How- how do you…how do you know that?”

She stands up from the bed “My father told me,”

Alastor sits up “And how does he know that?”

“Well, he is a psychiatrist,”

Alastor grimaces “Hmm, I suppose,”

“He said there’s something ‘not right’ in my head,”

He scooches to the edge “You’re all right to me,”

“Don’t you see? This explains all of my strange behavior!”

“There’s nothing strange about you,”

“Our first real conversation, you called me a thief,”

Alastor looks around “You took something without permission,”

“Strange behavior!”

He looks to the side “I just call that privilege,”

“Alastor this is serious,” her face falls

“I know, I am serious. Do you remember how I used to tell you that I liked to take things apart?” she nods “Well, I used to take apart animals, specifically frogs,”

“Oh! Like in school how do you dissect them?”

He tilts his head “Yes…something like that, but on my own time. I would sit by the bayou and catch them, taking them apart and pulling the insides out. I was convinced that something was wrong with me, but my mother let me know that everyone is different, and that’s okay. You’re not a fairy, you’re a woman. You’re my wife, now come here,” he pats the spot on the bed next to him and she sits “And even if you were a fairy, that wouldn’t matter to me,” he hugs her and she hugs him back.

_______________________________________

“My father said he hasn’t heard from James since the wedding, he usually checks in with him once a year,”

“So?”

She puts the letter down “It sounds a little worrying,”

“I am sure James is fine,”

“How can you be sure? I still feel about what happened at the wedding, it was so embarrassing,”

“Why would you feel bad about that?” his tone turns serious

She leans on the table “Because he must have felt so awful being at the wedding of a woman who rejected him,”

Alastor rolls his eyes, his smile falling “Maybe we can just redo the day and you can marry him instead and I’ll be the jealous brute,” he mumbles under his breath

“What? Where did that come from?”

“Nothing,” he looks at her “Maybe you should give James a call. I’m sure he’ll have a lot to say,”

She stares at him for a moment “What he said was true wasn’t it?”

“What?”

“Your father is white?”

He looks away for a moment “I suppose it is,”

“No, you can’t ‘suppose’, is it true or not?”

He stares her straight in the eye “Yes,”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter,”

Vera looks around “I told you that I believed I’m a fairy, but you couldn’t tell me your father is white?”

“Drop it.”

Vera is shocked “No,”

He sets his jaw “Vera,”

“Alastor?”

“Let’s talk about something else,”

She tilts her head “I do not wish to,”

“Fine, what would you like to know about my father? Hmm? Do you want to know how once he almost killed me and my mother? Or how he likes to come around every once in a while just to fuck my mother? Or perhaps we should call up my mother since she has nothing but good things to say. She can tell you how much of an upstanding man he is,” Alastor stalks towards her as he speaks “You know what? Call her!” He shoves the phone into her hands “Do you want to call her?”

“Why did James know and I didn’t?

“I don’t know why James knew,” he shrugs violently “James should’ve learned to mind his own fucking business,”

“You’re acting strange,” she says in a monotone

Alastor closes his eyes and reorients himself “I’m sorry, I need a minute to-“ he can’t think of anything “I need a minute,” he starts to walk away

“Alastor,”

He turns back to his wife. “Hmm?”

“Do you know what happened to James?”

He smirks and ominously states “I haven’t the slightest idea,” before walking into the other room.

The next few days were mostly silent, exchanging only pleasantries between the two of them. Vera eyes her husband closely during his every movement, the way he eats, drinks, speaks, and sits examining his every move. Thinking, thinking, thinking.

“Is there something wrong my dear?” he asks

“No,” was all she said, not even offering an explanation for her behavior

It was only after listening to her husband on the radio explain how the number of killings had decreased since her return did it all click for her.

She waited for him by the door.

“Oh! Good evening cher!” Alastor greets her as he enters the doorway, removing his coat. She takes it and hangs it up, putting both it and his hat on the coat rack. “What’s eating you doll?”

Vera still does not answer, only retreating to the kitchen in the hopes that he will follow. He does and is presented with authentic jambalaya, painstakingly prepared by a New York native.

“I made this for you,” is all she says gesturing towards a pulled-out chair.

“Why thank you mon amour!”

She stands, watching him eat every last bite before opening her mouth once more. “I need to say something,” and he gestures for her to speak “I have thought about all the things you’ve told me. You not feeling normal, dissecting animals, not feeling worried about the killer and insisting that I not be worried either, your feelings about James and your father. Especially you telling me how James should have minded his business, but the uptick in killings while I was in the city versus how the rate goes down when I returned really got me suspicious,”

Alastor scoffs with a grin “What are you saying, darling?”

She lays her hat on the table, walking around it before she speaks.

“I am afraid I must ask this or I will never be able to rest. And I apologize for my bluntness ahead of time.” He nods simply, with his hands behind his back “Are you the killer terrorizing this town?”

His eyes flitted back and forth with bouts of sudden anxiety. How did she know? How could she know? What would she do now that she knows? The best choice is to lie of course. But when he looked into her large eyes, he knew he just couldn’t, his body wouldn’t let him. 

“Yes.”

Vera’s gloved fingers drag across the table “Well, I can’t even say I’m surprised if I am to be honest with ya. I think I might have always known. All those times someone would mess with me and they would end up missing. Was that you? Looking out for me?” She looks up at him. He nods, his glasses sliding down his nose slightly. She turns away from him, grabbing her wrist with her other hand, and playing with the bracelet on it. The bracelet he had given her so long ago. 

He takes a step forward, reaching for her as she puts a hand up, signifying for him not to come any closer.

What is this that he was feeling? DIsgust? Regret? For what exactly? He ran through all his crimes in his head and not one of them elicited that reaction from him, but looking up at her, not hearing her voice, and not being able to see her face left a pang in his stomach that he just couldn’t deal with. She turned her head so he could only see her profile and spoke.

“Alastor?”

“Yes.”

“Would you ever hurt me, like you hurt them?”

He doesn’t answer right away, he never knew who he was going to hurt until they showed him a side of themselves that was evil, ugly, and needed to be dealt with. As far as he was aware his wife was nothing of the sort, but for all he knew she could be hiding a side of herself just like he had been. “Alastor,” her voice snapped him out of his thoughts “Answer me.”

“No,” he says, his chest falling.

She turns back to face away from him. She didn’t know what to say, just yesterday she would have trusted him implicitly. But she had no clue what to do now. No clue about anything. What to say, what to do. Where to go, or who he even was, anymore.

“I-“ she lowers her head “I want to believe you, but I just don’t know. I- I don’t even know who you are.”

“I’m me.” He says, trying to reassure her “Alastor.” he steps forward grabbing her arm

She pulled back viciously, whipping around so fast her hairpins fell out, her hair becoming loose. “But who is that?! WHO IS ALASTOR?!” She stalks toward him filled with anger and betrayal “BECAUSE FROM WHERE I’M STANDING ‘ALASTOR’ IS A KILLER!” She begins pacing around the kitchen “All this time, all this TIME! ALL THE TIMES YOU WERE ‘OUT WITH FRIENDS’ OR ‘MEETING FOR BUSINESS’ ALL A LIE!”

He rushes forward to grab her shoulders. “Keep your voice down.” He hisses at her

“WHY? ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT WHAT THE PAPERS WILL SAY? OR THE NEIGHBORS? WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL THEM TOO!!” He covers her mouth

“Hush!!!”

She wrestles out of his grip “You will not silence me!” She’s breathing heavily and leaning over slightly. More of her hair has fallen out of the pinned ‘do and her glasses have started to slide down her face. She pushes them up, standing up straight. She brushes herself off and turns, storming in the other direction. He follows her.

“Vera, where are you going? Vera!” His voice bellows all through the house they share, a door slam is heard and Alastor follows the sound to their shared bedroom. He opens the door to see her opening drawers and throwing clothes into a trunk. “What are you doing?!”

“Getting away from you!” She throws the clothes in faster as he enters the room “You stay away from me,” she backs up

He takes in the sight of her, she looks angry and frazzled, but there was just something about her that was always so gorgeous. He understood the tense situation, but Alastor couldn’t get how sexy his wife was out of his mind.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” she blushes but ignores him, he chuckles “You’re not leaving.” He tries using his charm on her, but she can see right through him

“Do not use your ‘radio voice’ on me. I’m not one of the thousands of broads you like to charm at parties!”

Alastor presses on, still trying to diffuse the situation in his own way “Is that what this is really about? Broads at parties?” he inches closer to her

Her face turns red “You know DAMN WELL what this is about!” She reaches into a drawer and throws whatever she can find at him, a few things do hit him which flusters him a little. “YOU’RE A KILLER AND A LIAR!”

He steps closer “You seem more upset about the lying than the killing.” He chuckles, dropping his radio accent

“I’m leaving and I don’t know where I’ll go, but I can be an actress anywhere. I’m famous!” She laughs to herself

“Because of me.”

“Don’t you EVER say that!” she squints at him “I am famous of my own accord. My talent just happened to be recognized at the same time as yours! If anything, you’re famous because of me!”

“So you finally admit that I have talent.”

“Don’t change the fucking subject.” 

Alastor’s eyes widened with surprise “Very foul and vulgar language, doll.” he stated while her voice made his cock jump

She rolls her eyes dramatically, picks up her full trunk, and begins walking toward him. “Move.”

He looks down at her with a smirk “No.”

She pushes him but he barely moves “I said move, Alastor.”

He just stands and stares at her, not taking her very seriously. “You’re my wife. You can’t leave. Imagine what people will say.”

She scoffs “Oh I’m barely your wife. It was a ‘marriage of convenience’ remember?” He steps towards her again and she raises a gun “Get away from me.”

He blinks at her with his hands up “Where did you get that?”

“My daddy gave it to me, just in case I came across some dangerous men. Never thought the dangerous man would be lying next to me IN MY OWN BED!”

“Vera…” he spoke calmly “Put down the gun.” she doesn’t “Put down the gun, Vera!” He swiped the trunk out of her hands; the volume of his voice made her shake and tremble. She looks away for a second and Alastor takes the gun and pins her against the wall. She is shaking, her chin trembling as she feels his breath against her face. He’s holding the gun near his waist. Feeling her skin and her curves pressing into him, it was almost too much for him to handle.

“You are not leaving this house.” he chuckles “You’re not even leaving this room.”

His tone of voice weakened her knees. She wanted to be angry, sad, or even scared, but all she could feel was the twitching of her cunt, the start of dripping into her panties. “Do it then,” she goads him “kill me. That’s what you want, right? To kill me with my own gun?”

Alastor exposes the chamber of the gun, revealing the lack of bullets, and laughs “Your daddy set you up.” and throws it on the ground “Anyway, I don’t use guns when I kill. It’s not,” he cups her chin “personal enough. I like to get up close. It’s an art if you take the time to listen, Mrs. Fontenot.” He looks down at her and can just barely see down her shirt “Why are you shaking? Are you really frightened of me?” she doesn’t answer, only looking away from him. “Look at me, baby. I don’t think you’re scared of me at all. I think you, are scared of yourself. Because you don’t hate me. Because you would still dream of me at night, wanting to wake up in my arms. Because your husband is a killer, and you love him anyway.”

“Are you going to kill me or not?”

He tilts his head to the side and Vera sees her reflection in his glasses “No.” he starts playing with her hair “Calm down, I’m not going to murder my wife.”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you are my wife,” his hands travel from her hair, down over her chest, and land on her waist “My smart and sexy wife.”

She begins trembling once more, from dramatically different stimuli. She stares up at him, his eyes darkened with desire. “Why can’t I leave?”

“Because! I need my wife here with me! I would miss you,” he purrs into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “And you’re mine. All mine. Nobody else gets to have you.” His hand finds its way to her back as if he could sense where her goosebumps were. His fingers lightly traced a line down the center. “Remember all those years ago when I showed you the fort I built as a child, and you allowed me to taste you..?” She doesn’t even have to see him to know that he’s smirking. He plays with her hair and rubs his nose over her throat, taking in her scent. She nods as her core aches through her layers of clothes. “Well…” he starts pressing his lips onto her neck, ever so slightly.

“That was improper, and I should not have allowed you to do that.” she retorts, trying not to give in to him

“But you tasted so good, baby. I just can not live without it, that’s why you can’t leave. And no one else gets to taste you either darlin’” he slides his tongue up her throat

“Alastor, what do you want from me? Haven’t you tortured me enough?”

“Not quite.” His eyes glint in the light as he flashes his award-winning smile. That damn smile, the smile that made her agree to this marriage in the first place. “Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Not a difficult question, dearest. Do you love me?”

She tries looking away but he holds her chin in place “Why?”

“I’m asking the questions, cher. It’s a simple yes or no. Do you love me?” He presses himself against her, she can feel a bulge at his crotch through the fabric of her dress. 

“You are a sick man,”

“But…?” His grin grows wider “You love me.”

She swallows before she reaches up for his suspenders “You know that I do.” He crashes his lips onto hers as she pulls them off and starts unbuttoning his buttons. He allows her to, and she works her fingers with haste, removing his shirt with desperation and desire. He rips open her buttons with expertise and throws their clothes aside. Alastor kneels in front of her unclipping her long skirt, removing it and her tights all in one motion. He removes his glasses and kisses up her thighs before removing her panties. He basks in her scent before speaking “Nice gams,” he jokes while placing one of her legs over his shoulder and shoving two fingers into her heat. He pumps inside her, using his thumb to stimulate her clit, curving and bending each finger with such skill. The knot inside Vera’s stomach builds until her inevitable release, which is signaled by her clenching cunt and jerking hips. Alastor, however, has no plans to cease pleasuring his wife. His tongue circled her clit as she clung to the wall for stability. He kisses and sucks the bud until it swells with arousal, which is when he enters her dripping core—lapping up her juices and curling his tongue inside her, hitting her nerves at different angles. Vera grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed his head, pushing his tongue deeper inside her until her second orgasm raked through her harder than the first.

“It’s you,” he says between kisses and licks “It’s only you. I’ve only ever wanted you, no one else.”

Vera’s body felt numb, she could barely keep her head up, much less stand on her own two legs. 

“Taste just like I remember,” Alastor comments, dropping his fake accent and putting his real one on display, biting his lip. He swings her leg back over his shoulder and carries her to the bed. He plops her down on her back before removing his trousers and underwear, revealing his throbbing cock, then climbing on top of her. He catches her lips with his, sliding his tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. 

“Can you take some more baby?”

Vera nods lazily with a smile “Yes,” she whispers, which is all she can get out.

“That’s right, you’re such a good girl. You can take it.” He lines up his cock against her entrance and slowly slides in. Vera winces at the pain and Alastor cups her chin “Shh. It’s okay baby, you can do it. You can take me. You’re the only one who can take me.”

She bites her lip bearing through the pain, as Alastor waits for her to adjust to his size, slowly he starts getting deeper, causing her to wince again “I’m sorry baby. You wanna keep going?” he starts kissing her neck

She nods “Yes,” she moans

“Am I the only man you’ve been with?” he breathes into her ear

She nods again “Yes. Only you.” his thrusts go deeper as the pain gradually morphs into pleasure and her moans begin to increase in volume, is when Alastor starts to fuck her like he means it.

“That’s right baby, this cunt belongs to me,”

He fucks her like he needs her, like he would die without her. Like he had to know for sure she’d never leave him. 

“All those years you were gone,” he growls into Vera’s ear “that was torture. I would have killed to have you as I do right now, and I mean that. Now I have you, and you think I’m just going to let you go?” he chuckles into her throat “I would destroy the world to have you. You’re not going anywhere” he bites her on the neck “You take me so well baby,” he whispers as she claws at his back “It’s like your cunt was made for me darlin’, feels so good.”

Vera bucks her hips up to get more of him inside of her “Uhh oh God yes,” she moaned, pulling his head down into her neck. 

“You feel good baby? Say how good your husband is making you feel.” He grunts as he thrusts into her 

“Makes me feel so good, mmmm” 

“Who does baby?” His tone becomes more aggressive

“My HUSBAND, OH FUCK! Mmmmm oh fuck,” she’s on the verge of pleasant tears, listening to the sound of her husband’s cock pounding into her.

“You still doubt our chemistry, huh?” he pulls back to look at her with a shit-eating grin on his face “Hmm?” he bites his lip 

“Fuck Alastor! Just fuck me!” she throws her head back, holding onto his neck with both hands

“Always been so rude, doll.” he kisses her chest “Just how I like you,” he whispers into her throat

“And you always talk so much,” she gets out between moans “Instead of getting to the point.” She smirks while looking up at him

He looks down at her, eyes lidded “Oh? How’s this for the point?” he asks before a particularly powerful thrust. Vera lets out a loud moan, louder than the yelling she had been doing before “That’s right, I know how to make my wife feel so good.”

Alastor leans down and grabs his wife’s bottom lip between his teeth and holds her steady by her hips. He begins to mark her, all over her chest and throat “Mmm, mine.” He speaks between bites and kisses “All mine. No one else’s.”

“Fuck, Alastor! Don’t stop! Uhh!”

“Wasn’t gonna,” she can feel his annoying grin against her neck

She wraps her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper, feeling him fill her up and slide against every spot of her walls. For a moment hearing only the squelching of her wet cunt. 

“You didn’t mean it before right? You’d never leave me.”

She shakes her head “Never.”

“That’s a good girl. Mmm, you’d be such a good Mommy, hmm? You want that? For me to make you a Mommy? You wanna have my babies? Fuck!”

“Oh God yes! I want your babies Alastor!”

“Yeah? I’ll give my babies if you ask.”

“Please Alastor, cum in me. Give me your babies. Make me a Mommy, please. I want it so bad!” She’s panting and whimpering “Make me a mommy and I’ll never leave you! Uhhh fuuuck! I need my husband’s babies,”

He licks her all over “How can I tell my pretty wife no?” he lets out another moan

Vera reaches for his hand and he grabs hers as he gives one last thrust. Her clenching around him and her body twitching under him, his cock jumps inside her and releases all over, as they both release animalistic moans. He stays inside until he is completely empty, some of his cum spilling out onto their bed. They remain in the position to make sure it takes. Panting and delirious, Vera wipes some of his hair away from his sweaty forehead and asks “Alastor, do you love me?”

“Yes, Vera.” His natural accent is so thick and smooth, it makes her stomach flutter. He moves some of her hair that’s turning puffy from sweat behind her ear. “Since ’22.” They start kissing once more, this time slower and more passionate, letting out all the feelings they had been hiding from each other, and themselves.

“Why have we never done that before?”

“Because I never knew you loved me.”

He cuts his eye at her “Really?”

“Maybe I had a hunch.”

“You know, you’re actually the only woman I’ve ever been with.”

She looks up “Really?”

He nods “Mhmm. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to be with too. I’ve never seen anybody the way I see you. For me, you were the only option. So of course naturally, I must be your only option.” 

“You’re such an asshole,” she pushes him and looks away

He turns her chin “You’re gonna stay with me, alright?”

“Then you have to stay with me,” she says

“Of course.”

“Promise me, Alastor.”

“I promise.” He pulls her into another kiss “I can’t get over these lips. Just so full and soft.” He kisses her again and she giggles putting her arms around him as he climbs on top of her once more.

They play with each other’s fingers until they fall asleep.

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“So, about you being a killer then?”

“Would you keep your voice down, baby?” he asks with a huge grin

“Sorry,” she looks around “But what about it?”

He folds his hands together “What about it?” 

“Why?”

He shrugs “It’s something like an art. It gives me a sense of control. You wouldn’t understand my love,”

“I want to,”

“Want to what?”

“Understand.” she pushes herself up with the table “I want to help,”

Alastor tilts his head “Ha ha, no?”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean ‘no’, absolutely not! Have you lost your mind?! No! No! NO!”

She huffs “I’m not a child Alastor, I can handle things,”

“Like you handled finding out that I’m a killer?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, how you threatened to kill me with an unloaded gun,”

She blushes “That was me being caught off guard. Teach me and I’ll be prepared. At least think about it,”

“Hmm, I did. No!” “Why not?”

“Because I said so,”

“Do not pull that on me, I am not a child. I thought husband and wife were meant to be equal, partners! Do you see me as beneath you?”

He purses his lips “No, I see you as inexperienced,”

“Everyone is inexperienced until they begin!”

He shrugs.

“You are being unfair,”

“No, I fulfilling my duty as a husband and keeping you safe,”

“We’d both be a lot safer if we worked together,”

He leans back “We will agree to disagree,”

“You are impossible! How many women would stay with you after finding out a secret of this magnitude? I could have turned you in!”

“There’s still time,” he smirks

“I could have left you,”

“Well, the door isn’t running,”

“Would you really let me leave?”

His grin turns evil “I would let you get a good head start,”

“And then kill me?”

“Ugh, you think I would kill you?”

She shrugs 

“Well if you think that’s what I would do,”

“Would you?”

He shrugs “Hmm,”

“Alastor I want to help you, I want to help my husband,”

He cups her cheek “Then help me by staying here,” he stands up from the table and goes to leave the house “I will be back later,”

“Are you going to ‘create more art’?”

He gives her a knowing grin before exiting. 

This man was a bit of a hassle, to stalk and capture, Alastor had managed to knock him out though, dragging him to the woods behind his own house, ready to deal the killing blow. That is until the man woke up and started screaming.

“Shut up!” he slits him across the stomach

The man was a lot heavier than Alastor, so he lost his balance when he pushed him over. He took off running, and Alastor knowing that he couldn’t let him get away took off after. At least until the man stopped in his tracks and fell flat, a pool of blood spreading in his chest area from a small hole that wasn’t there a moment earlier. He looks up in the direction the man is running in. 

Vera stared up at her husband “Finally got some bullets.” she joked halfheartedly

“WHAT are you doing? Why are you here?! He could have hurt you!”

She continues trying to joke “Aww, you care about me.”

“I’m serious Vera. Have you gone screwy?”

“If it wasn’t for me, he would have gotten away!”

“You don’t need to be anywhere near this! This is MY business.”

“Listen, you are my husband and I am your wife, we are meant to be a team! So I am going to help you whether you like it or not, and you need to just suck it up!”

They stare in empty silence before lunging at each other, connecting at the lips. Him still holding the knife and her still holding the gun. He guides her over to the stairs behind the man’s house and begins attacking her body. The blood from his hands gets all over her clothes as he pulls down her trousers and panties in the middle of the cool night. She, holding the gun has her arms around his neck. She removes his trousers and underwear with the same haste as he takes her right there on the stairs.

“Tell me how bad I am,” he huffs into her ear

“You are awful,” she moans back “Evil, wicked!” She buries her head in the crook of his neck 

“Mhmm, and I bet you’re such a good girl huh?” She shakes her head “No? What are you then?”

“I’m a bad girl,” she grips him tighter as he thrusts into her

“That’s right, you’re such a bad girl, you’re with an evil man and you love him.”

“You’re a killer,” she pulls her head up to look at him

He smirks and says “I do kill this cunt whenever I please,” before a particularly forceful thrust.

She can feel him in her stomach, in her guts, in her bones. She couldn’t feel the breeze, the cool air, the wood of the stairs, or even her sweat. He enveloped her. All she could feel was him.

Her walls began twitching around him, not able to control herself “Not yet, sweetie.” He said to her with a smile. He unbuttons her shirt and his fingers expertly stimulate her nipples. The nubs grow erect as he rolls them around in his fingertips. It felt harder and harder for her to control her release. They started twitching again. 

“I said, not yet.” His tone approaching scolding

“I can’t,” she chokes out 

“You can and you will.” He lifts her chin “For fuck’s sake, how did I get the most amazing, beautiful woman on Earth to marry me? Hmm?” he asks pinching her nipples harder “How? Tell me, baby.” 

She is a mess, barely able to speak, her mouth sputtering nonsense while looking at her husband. She was just so enamored by him, she couldn’t control herself. 

“Alastor..I’m gonna- uh…mmm” She was on the precipice of pleasure, unable to hold on any longer

“Not yet!” He takes one of his hands and wraps it around her throat, forcing her head up “Look at the stars, take them in. Because when I fuck you, stars are all I want you to see.” He bites and sucks on the skin of her neck “You used to be such a proper lady. Now look at you, getting fucked under the stars by the man who used to care for your lawn. By a serial killer. How does that make you feel, huh baby? How does it make you feel?” 

Vera’s eyes were rolling back into her head to the point where she couldn’t even understand his questions. He gently bites her earlobe “Cum for your husband,” he whispers

In an instant her release is violent, twitching, jerking, shaking, squirting, all while Alastor continues to fuck her through it. Her cunt made wet squishing sounds with each extra thrust. She fell limp on his chest as he came inside of her. When they were finished, he lifted and carried her and his belongings back home. Removing her clothes and placing her in a warm bath. 

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“You know kid, yours is a primetime slot and everything was nice while it lasted, ratings were up, our audience grew but…”

“But what sir?

“The listeners are complaining that you only ever play Jazz music, and Jazz is great, but the listeners need more. Someone more marketable,”

Alastor seethes “Marketable?”

“Yeah, someone like Johnny Radio!” 

“So what are you saying, sir? Are you moving my segment up earlier?”

“Oh kid, you slay me,” he puts his hand on Alastor’s shoulder, to which he recoils “We’re canceling your segment. But hey, it was nice while it lasted right? Your things need to be out by the end of the week”

The lamps and plates were no match for Alastor’s rage. He went through the entire house throwing and smashing objects, yelling and creaming all the while. When Vera entered the house she was shocked by the loud sounds and the violent vibrations in their usually calm house.

“Alastor?” She calls out “Alastor?” he can’t hear her over all the noise he is making

She traipses through the house spotting all of the wreckage he’s left in the wake of his anger. She hears him cursing and yelling, breaking more things, and flinches at every sound. His expression is darker than she had ever seen before, as he went on destroying the whole house. He breaks a picture frame and Vera flinches from the break. 

“Alastor!” she screams over his rage

He picks up a tiny sculpture made by Brynn, ready to throw it on the ground

“Um, no!” she rushes over and yanks it out of his hands “Absolutely not! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“They’re trying to replace me! In the name of progress!” His radio accent was long gone as he screamed

“What are you talking about?” She yells back

“You’re little friend Sonny? Yeah, he’s canceling my segment!”

“What?! Why?!”

“Apparently I’m no longer marketable! Or who knows, maybe I never was!!”

“He can’t do that! Can he? Well, I guess he can,”

Alastor laughs maniacally “He sure can,” his grin widens “And he is!!!”

“Aww baby I’m so sorry,” she goes to wrap her hands around his arm

He yanks himself out of her arms, leaving the room and gathering all the knives from the kitchen into a large bag

“Alastor what are you doing?”

He grabs all the deadly things in the kitchen “I will be back, don’t wait up. Or you can, this won’t take long,”

“Alastor stop,”

“No,”

“Stop,”

He turns to her, fury in his eyes.

“You need to think before you act. Sonny is a very important figure in this community, he is not like the others. People will surely look into his death,” she looks at him knowingly

He sighs, pulling at his hair

“We have to bump him off after he gets to someone else. Or all the deaths will be traced back to us,” she tells him “You can’t just kill on impulse Alastor!” she whispers 

“You’re right,” He slumps down into a chair, looking up at her for guidance “What should we do?

A devious smirk spread across her face “Leave it to me, my love,” she takes a moment to think “Are you up for a party?”

Alastor’s face lights up “You know I am,”

Alastor dons a suit with a red blazer and deep red bow tie, while Vera wears a light pink gown, long white gloves, and a white feather headpiece. They go over their plan in the car.

“Okay, do you remember what we’re looking for?” she asked her husband

“Yes,”

“Tell me,”

“We need to get anything on Sonny to anger someone else,”

Vera raises her brows

“Someone not your father,”

“There you go,” she boops him on the nose “I love you,”

“I love you too. Now let’s divide and conquer.”

They spent the time speaking to everyone at this event and spent the entire time being shooed away like children in the adult’s business. Vera had never been so insulted in her entire life. Alastor was laughed off by multiple people, to the point that he felt like killing everyone around him. They decided to regroup.

“What have you found?” she questions

“Nothing at all,”

“This is beginning to seem like a bust, if we cannot find anything on him, then we might not be able to -“

Alastor pinches her side and she glares at him before noticing the man himself waltzing through

“Speak of the devil,” she whispers “Sonny! Fancy running into you here!”

He gives her a grin and goes in for a hug “I could say the same to you! Vera! I haven’t seen you in so long! Guess he’s wearing you out!” He chuckles gesturing to Alastor “I’m just teasing, how’s it being a wife?”

Vera gives him a fake smile “It’s amazing! I adore my husband,” she pulls Alastor in by his arm “I support him through thick and thin,” she intertwines her fingers with his, and Alastor raises her hand to his lips, pressing them on onto her knuckles “I hear you plan on canceling his segment?”

“Ah yeah, it’s quite a shame. Wasn’t as many listeners as we thought there’d be,”

Alastor squeezes his wife’s hand and she rubs his back, calming him.

“Well that is truly unfortunate, is it not Sonny?”

He shrugs “I suppose, but the show must go on, huh kid?” he slaps Alastor on the arm

Alastor fakes a chuckle “Excuse me,” he walks away laughing through his teeth as Vera looks after him

She turns back to Sonny “So what about you? Hmm, when are you going to take a bride?”

“You know me, I’ve never been one for marriage. My love is radio,”

“Are you sure? You’ll never want a Mrs. Rodgers?”

“Oh, that hasn’t even crossed my mind,”

Just as he was saying that Conrad Edwards-producer of WWL- and his daughter Amelia walk past him, Amelia just barely brushing past and that slight touch catching Sonny’s attention.

“I’m sorry Vera, this conversation has been riveting, but I am needed elsewhere,”

“Of course,” she waves slightly as he takes his leave from the conversation.

Her eyes follow him as he takes off in the same direction as Amelia. Vera remains in place, wondering how she is going to get this to work with Sonny now preoccupied. She then began to wonder what it was about a teenage girl that Sonny -who was older than both her and Alastor- would find so interesting. Suddenly she has a thought that she has to pursue. She followed them, pushing through a myriad of people whose chatter and presence suddenly started to make her body feel tight and cramped, but she ignored the feeling and pursued, toward a closed door that was meant to be the coatroom. Vera presses her ear against the door to hear giggling and moaning.

“Sonny,” moaned a young-sounding feminine voice “My daddy might be looking for me,”

“Tonight I’m your daddy,” replied a voice that sounded much like Sonny’s

Vera is disgusted but she can’t stop listening

“Sonny,” the giggles become moaning which becomes more intense as they go along. They finally reach a peak and Vera has had enough. She stands outside the door, unsure of what to do and where to go. Then she hears approaching footsteps and makes a beeline for the restroom. She leans on the sink processing what she just heard, when the restroom door opens. She looks up to see Amelia herself enter.

“Amelia! I haven’t seen you in so long!” She says “You’ve gotten so big, how old are you now?”

She smiles “15,”

Vera feels sick to her stomach “Ah, that’s right 15 years old. I would’ve thought you were older with all that weight on you,”

She giggles “Can you keep a secret?”

“Well, of course!”

Amelia steps closer to the older woman “I’m actually with child,”

Vera widens her eyes “With child?” the girl seems proud of herself “How far along?”

“2 months, would you like to feel?”

“Of course!” 

She caresses the girl’s stomach and it feels firm.

“Wow, that is something! Who’s the father?”

She smirked “It’s a secret, but what I will say is that I’m not going to Catholic school. We’re running away, to Vegas, to get married!”

“Wow! That’s something! Well, I hope it works out for you, I have to find my way back to my husband,” She walks past the young girl, her heels clicking all the way, she turns back around and points to her nose “Ooh, shiny!” and left the room entirely.

She meets back up with her husband, filling his mouth with food in the cutest way possible. She wipes his face with a napkin before starting.

“Alastor darling, you won’t believe what I’ve heard,”

He swallows “What is it?’

“You know of Conrad Edwards? His daughter Amelia is with child,”

“His-his 15 year old daughter?”

“Indeed,”

“Oh my, now that is something, but we needed something on Sonny, my dear,”

Vera tilts her head at her husband knowingly

“Now don’t tell me that Sonny Rodgers is the -“ he raises an eyebrow

Vera nods and Alastor’s grin triples in size.

“Yes, that is true, Sonny Rodgers is the father of Amelia Edwards’s child,” she speaks loudly

“What are you-?” he immediately understands “You are brilliant darling,”

People start looking over their shoulders at the couple, suddenly finding them important enough to listen to. 

“I’m sorry, did you say that Sonny Rodgers is the father of Amelia Edwards’s child?”

“I did indeed, were you eavesdropping?”

“Oh of course not, I just overheard,”

“Well, it is true my dear,”

All around the party, this information traveled, to the point where it was the topic of the night.

“They plan to elope!”

“She’s 2 months along already!”

“They’re going to Vegas!”

Once the room was full of it Vera turned to Alastor and said “I suppose now we shall take our leave, my dear husband?”

“I suppose we shall,” he says looping his arms in hers as they exit what is now a gossip-fest.

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The next morning when Alastor arrives at WWL to prepare for his termination, he sees none other than producer Conrad Edwards surrounded by all the employees, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“If anybody knew about this stand up or I will lynch you like a common colored!!”

Alastor, the only colored person in the room, tries to quietly slink past him and begins gathering all of his things. 

“Hey! You!” He points to Alastor, not knowing his name “What are you doing?!” Conrad yells at him

“Gathering my things sir,” Alastor puts on a voice of faux respect

“What do you mean ‘gathering your things’? We’re having a meeting?? Everybody should be in here!!”

“Well sir, I was let go,”

“What? What are you talking about?? I did not authorize any terminations!“

“It was Mr. Rodgers, sir,”

He scoffs as his face turns red with anger “So not only does Sonny think he can have his way with my daughter, but he thinks he can run my company too! Put your things down and come out here. No terminations were authorized!!”

When Sonny enters the room, he stops in his tracks seeing his infuriated boss “Conrad…”

“Everyone get to work! You!” He points to Sonny, “Come with me,” they exit the conference room “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND???”

“Sir, please! She came onto me!”

“MY DAUGHTER??!!”

“You don’t understand what we have-“

“SINCE SHE WAS 12??!! YOU ARE FIRED!!! YOU’LL NEVER WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN!!”

“You need to just -“

“NO, WHAT I NEED TO DO IS WRING YOUR NECK!!!”

Alastor smiles to himself, thinking about how much he loves his wife. 

Well when the time came, Alastor brought that bag of weapons that he’d prepared that night he was throwing everything he could get his hands on. He and Vera broke in through the man’s window, Vera being particularly slow, however.

“Come on!” Alastor whispers yells

“Do not rush me!!” She whispers back

Tip-toeing through the small house into the man’s bedroom and tying him up. Vera turns to her husband

“Okay, what now?”

Alastor stood staring at the sill unconscious man with his fingers on his chin “I’m not sure. I’ve brought so many, that it’s hard to choose,”

“What?! You didn’t choose on the way here?”

Alastor furrows his brows “I told you it’s hard to choose,”

Their bickering causes the incapacitated Sonny to awaken, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He immediately starts squirming and pleading for his life.

“Please, please don’t hurt me. Is this Conrad? I didn’t mean it when I said I was your daughter’s daddy, honest,”

The married couple looks disgusted “You’re sick,” Alastor tells the man

“We should just shoot him, I brought my gun!” She pulls it out and up to Sonny’s head as he sweats and trembles

“Wait, I have a better idea,” he removes his mask

“Alastor! What are you doing?”

“I want him to know it’s me,” he wears a humongous grin as he grabs a bat from his bag as Sonny pees himself

“Please kid, the whole thing with the segment wasn’t personal! It was all about ratings!”

“Well, if that’s what we’re going with” She removes her mask as well

“Vera?”

“Yes?”

“I-“ Alastor swings the bat into Sonny’s jaw, “AGH!!” he screams in pain “Wait, kid please!”

A storm takes over Alastor’s face “My name is ALASTOR!” over and over and over again grunting with every swing “A-L-A-S-T-O-R!!” until Sonny is no longer breathing, but Alastor has to catch his breath

“I feel like I brought the gun for no reason, can I still shoot him?” Vera asks

He’s breathing heavily, bringing the bat down one more time onto Sonny’s skull. 

“Help me,” he orders

She rolled her eyes, slipping the gun back into her pocket. 

Alastor picks up Sonny’s body by his arms, somewhat dragging him across the floor. 

“Remember your gloves, Alastor!” she whispers. “I don’t want anything being traced back to you.”

Alastor groans and unceremoniously drops Sonny’s torso, pulling out his gloves and sliding them on. 

“Now help me,”

“Ugh gross,” she picks up his legs with maximum effort, helping her husband carry him out. 

They sit at the kitchen table both taking a breath.

“I know you’re upset, but you can’t let your anger ruin your art. You almost got fingerprints everywhere!”

“We didn’t get caught did we? So it’s fine.” he tries to walk past her

She stops him “Alastor, if you’re gonna be bumping people off you need to be smart. I’m just trying to help.” she stands and wraps her arms around his neck “I don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

He sighs and stands “You’re right,” he holds her by the waist “Thank you for the help.” he leans down for a kiss

“You’re welcome,” she removes his coat

“Shall I pour us some wine for celebration?”

“None for me, thank you,”

“Since when do you miss out on wine?”

She entered the kitchen, her shoes making soft clicks with each step 

“Since…I became with child,”

He widens his eyes “Are you.. serious? You’re with child?”

“With children actually,”

“Twins!”

She smiles “Indeed,”

He picks her up and swirls her around “How long?”

“Since I came home and you were smashing things,” she laughs “That’s the day the doctor told me,”

“I never would’ve asked you to help me carry that body if I knew you were with child. In fact, I would’ve done this alone if I had known,” He seems upset with himself “Vera!!”

“Yes?” she bats her lashes

“Why wouldn’t you tell me earlier??”

“Because this was important to you. It’s okay! I love to help you!”

Alastor shakes his head and bites his lip, grinning “I love you,”

“I love you too,” she kisses him back

[laduenadelswing]

Love game (Vox x female OC)

Chapter 3

Isabel stood in front of the old, red, rusting Hotel. Just as she was about to knock on the door. A blond, cute and overall positive woman opened the door. “I am Isabel, I don't know how I got into hell and could use some help.” She sopped. “Oh, don't worry, there is always a place for a lost soul. I am Charlie.” She smiled, hugged her and seemed happier than everyone. Oh, yes! Vox told her Charlie was a sunshine and naive, it's not that hard to manipulate her. Isabel thought. “Uhhh, I need to introduce you to our family.” She exclaimed excited.

Alastor - A deer like demon and hotelier. Everyone seems intimidated by his presence. Angel dust-porn star, famous very horny and masking. He would understand her, they went through the same things in a different setting Charlie – Sunshine and rainbows, way too happy for hell. Naive. Husk-Barkeeper, seemed pretty smart but wouldn't be to be manipulated easily Sir Pentiuos- Not as powerful but had deep-rooted desire for friends Nifty-small, clean, crazy Vaggie- instantly distrusted Isabel, never smiles except for Charlie but seemed to support her no matter what.

This would be a challenge.

“What do you guys do all day?” Isabel asked intimidated. “In the morning, we usually work on redemption and trying to become a better person. After that some go to work, go to Husk at the bar or work in the hotel.” Charlie almost screamed while laughing, happier than any human has ever been. “So nice, what do you eat normally?” Isabel asked, her stomach growling. “Normally everybody grabs something,” Charlie explained, scratching her head. “Let me cook something, since everybody has something to do and every exercise is done. Let me help.” Isabel smiled nervously. “Of course, Alasitor, help our new guest please.” Suddenly a tall figure appeared behind you, he had claws, deer like hair and the biggest smile on his face. “I've seen you before?” Isabel thought. She couldn't quite remember exactly what happened on her first night, but the demon looked familiar. “Pleased to meet you, darling.” He smiled. After your brief introduction, Vaggie pulled Charlie aside, her eyes killing you. “How can you get any kind of food here?” Isabel asked. “We could take a stroll, but for now you can leave it to me.” With a snap, the whole kitchen was equipped and food appeared right in front of your face. “Wow impressive, I assume you're vegetarian? Since you resemble a deer.” Alastor glared at her. “Why dear. In my days, hunting was really normal. I was pretty skilled.” As the last words left his mouth, the surrounding air heated up, the lights began to flicker and his face turned dark. He is intimidating, know I understand why Vox wants me to keep an eye on him, Isabel thought. She forced a smile on her face. “ I have never hunted before. The paparazzi always hunted me.” She confessed. Alastor laughed, “Oh dear, I couldn't be this bad, couldn't it?” Now her face turned pale, thinking about how many times she was stalked and harassed made her sick. “How did you survive your first night, darling?” Alastor deflected. “ I just ran into someone who gave me a job and a place to stay.” Isabel answered truthfully, thinking about her previous night with Vox, he was really caring. “Convenient” Alastor exclaimed. Together they cooked a balanced dinner with fresh meat, raw meat for the radio demon, a bunch of different vegetables and fruits. The whole hotel crew feasted on their home cooked meal. Charlie loved it, Angledust was horny as always, Husk smiled, nifty couldn't stop eating, Sir pentious was happy and praised the food. Vaggie, however, stayed quit and glared at her. 

“You are a really great addition to our team.” Charlie fangirled. This made her smile, no one has ever been so cheerful in her presence and meant it. “I love to help, maybe you can help me someday to go back to earth.” Charlies eyes grew bigger. “How is earth right now?” She asked curiously.

“Right now? I don’t know if it´s getting better or worse. So many people fight and hate each other, the real beauty is forgotten. But to be able to travel anywhere you want is actually amazing. I am sure you would love the sun, beaches, galas and stars.” Isabel answered Charlie's happiness was addicting. Charlie smiled. They tidied up, everybody seemed to go their way. Alastor showed you your. It was small, but it had character. With some pictures and cool pillows, it would be very comfortable, she thought. After that, he also left, she could leave after they did all their funny games. She waited a couple of days before leaving the hotel at night. Vox lost his mind. He covered every centimeter of hell with cameras, except for the hotel. Not seeing his obsession made him sick. He gave you into the claws of his enemy. Until she left the hotel one night, she looked so stunning. It was way too long since they have last seen each other. The chokehold she had on him was unbelievable.

She went downhill and as soon as she wasn't right next to the hotel, Vox appeared. “Long time no see.” He greeted her and kissed her hand. “Vox, how are you?” She asked him as they walked into the night. “Ah you know the usual, work, Velvet, Valentino. Nothing special.” He smiled. “I love seeing you again. Hell can be exhausting. It's refreshing to have someone like you around.” He admitted. They tried to vanish into the crowed. Some demons looked around to attack the couple. “Oh, she looks like fresh meat.” They murmured with their predatory smiles.

They cornered Vox and Isabel. “Gentleman, I am sure you don’t want to get into a fight with me.” He buzzed. As they came closer, his left eye started changing, his smile grew bigger, and he shoved you gently behind his back. The gang of demons turned away immediately, hypnotized. “Let's get out of here.” Vox whispered. The rest of the walk was uneventful, Isabel tried to vanish in Vox´s shadow. Vox towered her and made sure she was under his protection. “Finally.” He stretched when they entered his apartment. They sat down, Vox purred both of them a drink. They caught up on the events that they missed. As the night continued, they climbed up the rooftop. “I really missed that.” Vox confessed. “What did you miss, the company or the view?” She shot back playfully before continuing, “I missed our conversations too Vox, the hotel is great, but this is something different.” Isabel admitted.

At that moment, Vox's internal conflict became palpable. He wanted to taste her lips, get a taste of how their intimacy would be. Vox restrained himself, he was a master manipulator, always in control. H e wanted her closeness, but only if she desired him as well. Vox tried to get some space in-between them. She was caught in Vox's magnetic field of desire, the energy between them was growing. Shivers ran down her spine. She looked at him seductively. Her face painted in a light blue shine.”Blue suits you.”He whispered. “Thank you for saving me.” Isabel replied. He tucked her hair behind her hair. She took his claw and gave it a small kiss, looked up and gave him a Hollywood smile. At this moment she could see the electricity shooting through his body, his eye glitching a little. “You know, Vox, sometimes it's good to let loose.” She whispered, while Vox became stiff under her touch.

“Chaos can be beautiful.” Isabel added her smile made his world lit up. “I really don't want you to go back there.” Vox admitted. “Vox, you are the one who wanted me there.” At this moment, he knew it was too late to kiss her. Or was it? She turned away from him and faced the breathtaking view from the roof. A shy smile appeared on her face. “Oh, I think I need to go. I don't wanna cause any trouble.” She faced him, “Thank you, Vox.” She smiled, hugged the Overlord a little bit longer than adequate, and left smiling. Vox repaid her smile, it was genuine. He walked her to the hotel. “You wanna come back tomorrow? Or whenever you want.” He asked with a hint of shyness, before he turned on his best PR- smile. Isabel, not wanting to cause any commotion, went back to the hotel. As she entered, Angle sat on the couch. “Had a long night, Sugar?” He asked playfully. “Kinda.” Isabel replied. “You're dating someone.” He asked half-heartedly whilst scrolling on his phone. She chuckled and left into her room.

Authors Note: I would love to hear some feedback. Also, I am so excited for tonight's episode. Thank you so much for all the love. It means the world to me.

[mrmeowski]

最愛 || 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 [ʙʟ]

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞.𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐌.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❞

Alastor Doe never imagined that he would experience the warmth and happiness that love bestows on a person. Nevertheless, he is waiting for someone in his office, playing romantic music on the radio, and even placing flowers on their desk. You were that certain someone. He's not sure why he was so taken by his coworker; was it your kindness or innocence? He does not know. He'll make you his and his only, that much is clear.

The man only wanted this novel experience to endure forever, but faith has other ideas. He met his early end and was consigned to hell. But that doesn't mean it will make him stop loving you.

˚✦𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞✦˚

⋇⊰Predator and Prey⊱⋇

CW: Descriptions of murder and cannibalism

Word Count: 1.3k

In the heart of the forest, where the whispers of the night echo through the silence, resides Alastor Doe. Known for his impeccable charm and that iconic smile that could trap even the most stoic hearts, he is a figure of fascination and desire.

Yet, despite the adoration he receives from many, he finds himself untouched by the affections he so effortlessly garners.

“Such a fine gentleman but no woman to come home for~” He listened to the voices, dripping with honeyed temptation. It weaved around him, teasing companionship and unrequited love. “Let me be the woman who you please, Mr. Doe~” But behind his unwavering grin, he harbors no such desire.

To silence the relentless chorus of longing, he invited these admirers to his secluded abode nestled deep within the forest’s embrace. There, amidst the flickering shadows and the rustle of leaves, he proposed a peculiar game, veiled beneath the guise of innocent amusement.

With a tilt of his head and a glint in his crimson eyes, he suggested a simple game of hide-and-seek deep in the very woods that consumed their surroundings. He was the hunter, and it, the unwitting prey.

When the timer expired and the forest fell silent save for the pounding of hearts and the ragged breaths of the hunted, he with a shotgun in hand, his smile widening with anticipation as he set forth on the chase.

Thus, amidst the tangled undergrowth and the moonlit shadows, the dance of predator and prey unfolds, each fleeting moment bringing it close together to its own demise. It cries for help and his echoing laughter runs through the woods.

Within the perilous depths of the forest, he was not the only danger in this chase. There were numerous treacherous traps within the terrain left for both the wild creatures and unsuspecting filthy humans drawn by lust. Traps, initially crafted for unsuspecting woodland creatures, particularly deer, now lie in wait for a different kind of prey.

Caught within this labyrinth of danger, his victims face an ultimatum—succumb to the inevitable fate that awaits them or escape the clutches of this malevolent hunter to which none have. With a sinister pleasure, he gazed down upon its trembling quarry, the same creature that moments ago exuded lustful confidence now reduced to whimpering pleas.

“Please have mercy! I’ll do anything you desire, please let me live!” Deaf to the desperate cries for mercy, he grinned, savoring the transformation of bravado into sheer terror.

The once defiant prey now lies helpless before him, questioning its misplaced confidence in the heart of this perilous filthy creature.

Surveying the aftermath, he thought of the cleanup ahead, unfazed by the gruesome tableau. In his world, there is a line between the thrill of the hint and the necessity to consume what he has captured. As he looked upon the defeated creature, he resolved to salvage the spoiled of his sinister game, ensuring that no morsel goes to waste.

For the wretched man, every entity within his domain, whether human or beast, is but another creature to be hunted and consumed.

Stripping his prey down to the care bones, he skillfully submerged it in sulfuric acid, erasing any trace of the macabre hunt that unfolded in his shadowed domain. The ritual, a grim choreography, is executed with practiced precision, leaving behind only echoes of the sinister encounters he hunts.

Why, one might wonder, does he choose such elaborate methods when a quicker demise is within his grasp? The answer lies in his insatiable thirst for the thrill of the hunt. It’s not just about the end result; it’s the sinister dance, the pursuit, and the adrenaline that pumps through his veins. Will it escape and he suffers the consequences of his actions or will its flesh and bones scatter the woodland floors like all the others?

The man grappled with an enigma that has plagued him since childhood—an inability to feel affection or love. The void within his heart, immune to the warmth of connection, finds solace only in the aftermath of grotesque scenes. He does feel a strong adoration for his mother but it was nothing sort of sexual love.

From childhood curiosities with the remains of animals to the thrill of on-screen violence, the gruesome images became his peculiar conduit to a semblance of love and crushes.

Aware of his monstrous nature and psychopathic tendencies, he stirred in the murky waters of self-realization. Yet, in the shadows of his cold heart, an anomaly emerged—a sensation, foreign and intense, directed towards you one that he thought he could never feel. A realization that he neither sought nor welcomed, for how could a monster dare to feel a sentiment so pure?

As the intensity of this newfound emotion summered within him, he grappled with a paradox, the yearning for something he deemed undeserving. Oh, but the manifesting fury that overtakes him when others dare to approach upon the proximity of your presence did not leave the man despite his conflicting thoughts.

The very notion of love, a foreign and disgusting concept to the man, coiled like a venomous serpent within the recesses of his heart. However, as he grappled with unfamiliar emotions directed towards you, a sharp pang of jealousy surged through him now and then. It was unwelcome and unsettling, it was as if he cared when others got close and took you away from him.

Stubborn the man was. He denied the existence of such sentiment, attempting to push you away, yet the ties that bind you as work partners prove an insurmountable obstacle.

“Is there something wrong, Mr. Doe? You’ve been rather distant as of late...” You would inquire innocently, oblivious to the tempest of conflicting emotions that brew within him.

“There is nothing you should worry about, dear,” he always retorted, his calm tone masking the tumultuous currents beneath the surface.

And yet he caught his own body and mind inexorably drawn to you. It was as if an unseen force, beyond his control, compels him toward a destiny he dared not confront. He feared that day when the fragile threads of his restraint might snap and an insidious impulsiveness took root—the desire to claim you as his own, trapping you within the walls of his abode for only him to admire.

In the cold corridors of the killer’s heart lay a peculiar emotion that defies societal norms. If he were to confess such an unconventional feeling, it would be to the disapproval of a world that seldom accepts the nuances of love beyond its predefined boundaries. The complexity of loving someone of the same gender is not foreign but also isn’t welcomed.

Yet whenever his crimson eyes lock onto yours, recognition blossoms with him. The desire reflected in your gaze, while reminiscent of the yearning he witnessed in the eyes of those unfortunate souls he dispatched, carried a distinct quality. It is love but your love, unlike any he has seen.

Caught in the web of uncertainty, he sensed a hesitancy mirrored in your eyes. Could you too, tread the precarious path of forbidden emotions? Fear consumed you and so you were forced to keep in your true desires, the very same path he once took.

In a bold move that defied the boundaries dictated by society, he would be the one to take the first step, indifferent to the world’s judgment. All you had to do now was accept your feelings and let it be known to him as well.

For him, love knows no boundaries, no constraints. The societal norms that shackle others are but inconsequential chains for the unburdened by conventional morality.

He harbored an unyielding determination to claim you, regardless of the taboos that threaten to obscure that path to a love that defied the mundane constraints of the world. He will have you, one way or another, even if that world deems it an abomination.

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[pancake-stack]

Stuck with you: Chapter 3 WIP

Summary: When Vox gets trapped inside a virtual reality that grants his every desire, Alastor is sent in after him. Forced to play the role of devoted partner, Alastor must figure out how to get them both out of the program while learning how deep Vox's obsession for him goes and how he can use it to his advantage.

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Charlie looked different.

Not completely, of course, she was still very much recognisable. But as he observed her closely, he picked up on the inconsistencies. The heavy bags under her eyes, her messy plait- not to mention her clothes, more rumpled than Vagatha would have ever have allowed her to wear outside the hotel.

It seems that Vox viewed the dear princess as an unprofessional and frazzled joke.

"Sir?"

Pulled out of his thoughts, he realised that he had been staring for slightly too long without responding to her and he was quick to rectify.

"Why, terribly sorry there, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment! How very rude of me. Would you care to repeat yourself, dear?"

Brightening at his non-dismissal, to which she was no doubt used to, she transferred the posters into the crook of her right elbow and offered her free hand for a handshake.

"Oh, it's no problem at all, I'm always getting lost in my own head." She chuckled and Alastor took her hand, still thoroughly charmed at her cheerful naivety.

"Um, let me try this again: I'm Charlie Morningstar and I run a rehabilitation hotel in the northern part of the city. We help sinners better themselves so they can ascend to heaven, which will stop our overpopulation problem!"

Waiting patiently for her to finish reciting the opening that Vaggie had probably helped her rehearse to reduce her rambling nature, Alastor gently but firmly removed his hand from her own.

Now, how to respond here? Vox had clearly removed his presence from the Hotel, so responding familiarly to her would only raise Vox's suspicions. On the other hand, if she was here then she had to have been in the public eye, if only to add to her humiliation, so he would know who she was. Taking a chance, he chuckled and leaned forward slightly into her personal space.

"Why no need to introduce yourself, everyone here knows who you are!"

He had barely finished his sentence before the television shop next to him, which he hadn't taken much notice of, coincidently changed their channels to showcase Charlie's disastrously hilarious interview with Katie Killjoy on every screen.

Well maybe not so coincidently, Alastor thought, taking note of a CCTV camera trained on him.

Charlie gave a nervous chuckle as her past self tackled Killjoy harshly to the floor and looked down at her posters in shame. Still, he had to give her credit when she raised her head after a few seconds and resolutely ignored the screens.

"So, um, would you like to try our redemption program yourself?"

Still hilarious to hear, even after all this time!

Unfortunately, he couldn't even get in a disguised jab at her proposition before Vaggie appeared and yanked her girlfriend behind her to shield her from Alastor's gaze.

Pointing her spear at his chest in a way that was very reminiscent of their first meeting, she spoke to Charlie without taking her eye off him.

"Charlie, what are you thinking? You can't just approach the Radio Demon of all people!" She hissed, eye betraying her frantic feelings that he was here at all.

Now that was a sentiment he liked to hear.

"Do you want Vox to hunt us down for fucking with his partner?"

Never mind.

His ears flickered down in response to his agitation at the implication he was only intimidating because he was associated with Vox. How dare she. To suggest that his reign of terror could be outclassed and overshadowed by new-fangled technology?

He was half-tempted to find a busy street and start his radio show early to release some of this building anger. He might have done so if he had been back in reality and not in Vox's blasted fantasy world.

Seeing Vaggie eye him wearily and tightening her grip on her spear, Alastor recognised he was getting angry. Such a reaction would only alert Vox that their little liasion was not what it seemed, which would make all of this shit had been a waste of time. Taking time to slow his breathing to calm himself down, he forced himself to raise his ears and soften his posture to regain his earlier relaxed appearance. And if his smile bared his teeth more than usual, that was no one's business but his own.

Dematerialising into the shadows and rematerialising behind the two women, he slung his arms around their shoulders, revelling in their panicked flinches and yelps.

"Now, now dearies, let's not cause a scene in such a quaint area." he exclaimed, nodding at the neon nightmare with as little distate as possible, "Come, let us continue our civil conversation from earlier. I'd love to hear what you've heard about me. Perhaps over a nice dessert?"

He wouldn't let the two leave, not when it was so suspicious that they of all people had approached him in the first place. There was a chance he could get information from them, no matter how irritated he was with their mannerisms.

Vaggie gave a low growl but Charlie's eyes sparkled at his hospitality. "Oh yes, that's a great idea! C'mon Vaggie, you love sweets."

Faced with the eager grins of both her girlfriend and the Radio demon, Vaggie reluctantly relaxed her grip on the spear and gave a reluctant nod. She cast a concerned look in the direction of V Tower before following them into the bakery with a deep sigh.

The inside was still far too modern for Alastor's tastes, but it wasn't as outrageous as the outside had been, so he made do. However, he did have to wonder if a bakery even needed this many cameras. At least the wait time was none nonexistent- the staff practically fell over themselves to sit the group down.

He told the girls to order anything they wanted, ignoring Vaggie's mumbling about how it was free for him anyway, and placed his own order for the fruit tart he saw in the window and a coffee with cream. Charlie and Vaggie soon followed suit and ordered a chocolate and strawberry cake with matching glasses of juice.

Once their food arrived, he purposefully ignored the two's idol chatter to enjoy his first bite of the delightful dessert. The sweetness of the custard mixed well with the juiciness of the fruit and he let loose a small hum of appreciativeness, his shadow twirling contently around his chair.

His ears twitched as they caught the sound of the cameras whirling as they zoomed in on his figure. He winked at the camera closest to him and took great joy in watching it spark slightly.

Predictable as always, he thought, almost fond.

Reluctantly turning back to the girls, he took another bite of his food before asking, "So, what else have you heard about me?" Seeing their reluctance, he pointed his fork at them playfully, "Come now, I do so love to hear theories from others."

Naturally, Charlie was the one to talk first, "Well, I don't actually know that much about your past. But! I do know that you have power over the Radio and you're part of the AVs."

Well, that's not very helpful, he knows all of that. Though Vox changing the name of the group to the original name he had pitched to him seven years ago, that was certainly new.

"How do you not know their past, hun? It's common knowledge." Vaggie asked incredulously, turning in her seat slightly to properly look at her partner. "You've been around longer than I have."

"Yeah, I know but Dad never let me out of the castle much growing up. Plus other demons are a bit... um, shy around me I guess, so I don't get to hear much gossip." Charlie admitted, playing with the ends of her hair as she often did when discussing subjects that were unpleasant to her. Not willing to admit that her own subjects thought of her as a fool to be avoided and mocked.

It seems Vaggie picked up on that piece of information regardless, as she bit her tongue to repress thoughts of those who had interacted with Charlie to that degree.

Taking a soothing breath, she patted Charlie on her back and gave her a soft smile once she met her eyes, "Don't worry, Hun. I'll always be here to help you out. I've picked up a lot of information since falling down here."

Sensing an opening, Alastor wasted no time butting into the touching scene that was blooming. "That may be true, but, you still have not said what you know about my story. Surely you aren't all prattle?"

Charlie quickly answered before Vaggie could do something impulsive with her irritation; such as take her half-eaten cake and aim it at his head.

"Vaggie knows all sorts of things, i'm sure she'd be happy to tell you!" Vaggie settled back in her seat at the words but still gave him a vicious glare as Charlie continued, "Besides, it'd do me good to hear about Hell's history."

Though still looking far from pleased at the request, Vaggie still caved at her girlfriend's appeal, as Alastor knew she would. He couldn't recall a single time that she didn't go along with her schemes.

Nonetheless, he leaned back in his chair as Vaggie reluctantly began her tale, encouraged by Charlie's own smile.

"It started seven years ago. Before they were together, the tales of the rivalry between the Media demons for control of Hell were legendary. Their brawls would level cities, destroy businesses and massacre anyone in the vicinity."

She paused for breath and dramatic effect before continuing, "That was until one day, when Vox asked Alastor to become his partner. He refused, and the ensuing battle levelled the entire South Ring's residential district."

Well, she sure knew how to paint a picture- then again, he had always found her to be overly dramatic when recounting hell's history. The fight in the south ring was true, though, they hadn't fought to that extent before that.

He did have to wonder why this version of himself didn't simply accept Vox's invitation in this reality. After all, it was clear his cooperation was what Vox truly wanted. It must have badly wounded his pride for Alastor to have been able to so easily reject him.

He didn't have time to ponder this query further as Vaggie continued her tale, "Of course, Alastor was defeated." At that statement, her eyes took on a sadistic glee.

Bitch.

"He was then dragged off by Vox and wasn't seen again until two months later at a press coverage, where their new alliance as partners was announced to Hell."

Oh my, only two months for Vox to get bored of besetting him? With all that man's boasting, he would have expected to have been tortured for half a year at the very least.

Then again, being forced to be part of an ever-growing, ever-changing brand that keeps up with modern times is frankly worse than torture to him.

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor's Leash

Chapter 8

(Here we go, finally got to my favorite part! Everyone excited?!)

Alastor felt another tug on his soul. Except this time, it wasn't the cold, sickly sweet feel of Lilith's tug… it was warm, like whiskey in his veins. An image came to his mind, a fox sniffing the ground, hunting. Zariah? No, shit! If she found him, Lilith would kill her! He had to protect her! His eyes were useless right now, but he still had his ears! He stood up, despite his deer instincts insisting he stay still while blinded like this. No, he was stronger than any stupid “instinct”! He was a demon, a powerful monster, and by damn it all, HE WOULD MOVE!

He tugged at his chains, trying to break them. Before he could really make any progress, he heard the sound of the door opening. Fuck, had she come back already?!

 

_-_--__--_- 

Soon as the door opened Al heard a sob and feet rushing towards him. 

“Al!” It was Zariah! He remained completely frozen when he heard her, trying not to react in case Lilith was there. He couldn't be sure.

Vox huffed and turned down the lights, “The fuck is it so bright in here for?!” 

Now that got Alastor's reaction, “V-vox?” He turned his head, but still couldn't see. He felt soft hands on his cheeks and felt warmth fill not just his face, but his soul.

“Al, it's okay, we're gonna get you out of here.”

“N-no, you shouldn't be here. She'll kill you. How did you get here?” His vision slowly returned to him and her worried smile was so lovely to see, but also left him terrified. 

 

“Ugh, just be glad she loves you enough to fucking rescue your worthless ass!” Vox growled and started trying to cut the chains.

 

“That's a waste of time, they're her power over me. The symbol of her Contract.” He hated telling Vox, but Zariah needed to know how hopeless the situation was.

“My soul belongs to her completely. I am essentially a Puppet for her to do with as she will and this is what happens when I disobey an order.”

Zariah focused on healing him, placing a kiss to his bloodied forehead. Vox looked away, feeling a strange mix of feelings from… all of this.

 

“Fine, then we just need to break your contract. You've said your half, but what does she give you? There's always an equivalent side to these things.”

 

“...Her not killing me was the deal. I lost to her in battle, so in exchange for not killing me, my soul is hers until I find someone I'd willingly give it to.” He scrunched his nose in distaste as his grin turned sour.

 

Zariah's eyes lit up, “Al… do you trust me?”  She asked, she finished healing him, and all the knives were out at least.

He smiled fondly at her, “ Mon Amour … yes, I do.”

“Then… offer me your soul. If you give it to me, it'll break your deal with Lilith!” She looked serious, and Alastor's eyes filled with panic and fear. 

It was just… instinctive! Of course he'd be afraid of giving someone else control of him! Even if that someone was kind and caring… People change when they have power over you. They always do.

“I… I can't.” He looked away.

Vox laughed, “Ha! Fucking coward! Afraid of the one person who'd never fucking betray you?! Can't believe I ever wanted what you two fucking have! What- what a joke!” He smirked at Alastor, “You'll never change. You'll never really trust or love anyone.”

Alastor growled at him, “Oh shut up Vox, you only ever wanted me for your perverted-”

 

“OH FUCK NO!” Vox cut him off with a full volume shout, “You NEVER let me explain myself back then! All I wanted was a special name for us! To call what we had special! I didn't want to fuck you! I just wanted us to be special! Literally what you have with the fox bimbo!”

 

Zariah pouted at that, “Hey… Imma bite you later for that one.”

 

“Like you could actually be satisfied with that kind of relationship? I've seen how frequently you enjoyed taking men and women to your room back then, it'd only be a matter of time before you desired more than I was willing to give.” Alastor huffed, refusing to lose at this.

 

“No I fucking wouldn't! I'd still be fucking other people Al! I'm not asking us to be exclusive! I just wanted to hold my best friend!” Vox started crying angry tears. “Why are you so fucking stupid?! You big dumb asshole! I fucking love you, and I just wanted to be special to you! Just wanted you to know you were special to me too.” He tried to wipe his screen, but it didn't stop the tears. Zariah frowned and got up from Al, hugged Vox and let him loudly sob on her shoulder.

 

Alastor watched them with confusion… they were getting along?? Why?! Shouldn't Zariah hate that someone else loved him like she did?

“I… don't understand either of you at all…” He confessed.

He then took a deep breath, 

“You know… back before Lucifer's wedding, I gave him some advice. I told him if he was a real man, to grow a spine and believe in himself, and to believe in his beloved… I think it's time I took my own advice. Zariah… I give you my soul. Freely of my own will, it is yours to do with what you will.” He felt his heart racing as he said the words, it felt like ice was flowing in his veins and everything inside him screamed this was a mistake.

 

The chains suddenly disappeared from his body and he fell forward, exhaustion overtaking him for a moment. Zariah let go of Vox and went to help him sit back up. She held his face in both of her hands, and gently kissed his forehead. “I accept your offer. I'll keep it safe and sound. Just like you have mine, remember?” She asked, she summoned the chain for their soul deal, only for it to have changed forms. It was now a ring around each of their ring fingers, connected by a chain. It was a combination of his green, and her blue, swirling together. 

 

He nodded, looking at the ring. He put one hand around his neck, glad to only feel skin there and not another collar of some kind. This… wasn't so bad… he'd already been through this with her and Rosie months ago… It was an equivalent exchange. They owned each other… which would have metaphorically happened with the wedding anyway. He took a deep breath. “Don't… make me regret this… please.” He sounded so tired and defeated. So vulnerable. 

 

She hugged him and purred, “It's okay Al, you're safe now. I promise, I'll never hurt you. I love you.”

 

Vox huffed, “That's great and all, now how about we go out there and kick Lilith's ass? The others are waiting for us.”

[alastors-prophet]

Ever since joining with Alastor I've got this intense desire to consume meat? I feel like I absolutely have to, but my whole family is vegan and won't let me. Ugh. My parents have access to my bank account so I can't even go buy some behind their back. I tried asking nicely, but that didn't work, so I explained my situation to my dad and he said that I'd better "stop with this nonsense" or he'll "send me to the crazy house for real this time."

I might try and go hunt something myself because this is torture. I think my parents would actually kill me if I cooked meat in their kitchen, so I'd probably just have to eat it raw tho