#Alastor corrupts someone

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Hi. Read your fic WHAT THE FUC- (/POS ITS SO GOOD??) BRUH I WENT INTO IT BEING LIKE "oh I'm just curious as to what this'll be, I'm sure it's just like some short self indulgent thing" THEN GOT STABBED LIKE TWELVE TIMES OVER. INSTANT FOLLOW. OH MY GOD.

its actually IS self indulgent! just in the opposite direction! i want him to kiss me so badly but i also want him to hate me until its all he knows its a bit of trouble really

[hazelfoureyes]

Luck (Alastor x Reader smut)

Tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x reader, smut, creampie, attempted kidnapping, justified homicide, mention of the the history of women stabbing men with hat pins, biting, breeding kink if you squint, blood, Luci left on read :(, protective Alastor, cervix bullying, possessive Alastor, outside sex, rough sex, fem reader

minors DNI

This was a two part story, this being part two. But part one just isn’t good enough and I’m tired of waiting lol so here’s the standalone smut, written in a way it can be enjoyed solo

Vox’s ever present eyes noticed a reoccurring face around Alastor, and decided you were an easy way to get under his skin. Alastor manages to find you during the kidnapping but how he finds you sends his gentlemanly resolve unraveling. He had wanted to be gentle, he really had. C’est la vie, hm?

It took nearly 2 months of regular run-ins around Cannibal Town, chats over black coffee and deviled eggs, and some behind the scenes magic by Rosie but you finally enjoyed a dinner with the Radio Demon.

He’d never tell you how he awoke nightly in a panicked sweat, dreams of your soft skin under his nails tormenting him. He had done his absolute best to be just a charming southerner, tiptoeing between flirtatious and polite. Something about asking someone out during the night seemed scandalous and … loaded with implications. But ever since his hands felt your body thrumming beside him during a dance at Rosie’s Birthday Bash in the town square, he felt starved for the opportunity to see you again. You were beautiful in the daylight, yes. But something about the night, the way the shadows seemed to blanket the two of you together, it made him feel wild. He could remember the nights on the prowl during his time on earth, and the rush of being so close to you with so few people around felt so similar.

Rarely did he get a rush of adrenaline anymore, but when you’d shoot a witty retort back at him his heart would balloon against his ribs. The way you looked at him while he spoke, like you were drunk on the sound of his voice, made his fingers tremble. He never wanted anyone to know this, and hoped in some way he’d never have to tell. But then he considered, what face would you make if you ever reached over for his hand across the table? What if you rested your delicate head against this chest and heard the frantic beating? How sweetly would you smile? Smile at him, only?

“Alastor?” You broke him from his trance, noticing the ever so subtle way his smile seemed to loosen around the edges when he was lost in thought.

Dinner was long done, and you’d both managed to stall for a bit as he walked you toward the gates to Cannibal Town. He had insisted he escort you, though he was irked you wouldn’t allow him to wait until your ride had arrived.

If he knew you were staying with Lucifer Morningstar, he’d see you differently somehow. You didn’t want Alastor to think you were chasing powerful men, or to know you slept so close to the King of Hell. Something in your gut said he would find it unattractive.

“Yes, dear?”

You gestured to the gates a couple blocks in front of you, “This is good. You should get home.” Before Luci arrives to take me back to his.

“I intended to take you to the gates.” He looked past you, then back to you. You were so … small in front of him. Not your body or form, just, your existence. So delicate compared to his own strength. The way you looked up at him with your large doe eyes, it practically pained him. You looked so innocent, pure— how he wanted to make your eyes roll as your head lost any semblance of coherent thought. He wanted to corrupt you from the inside out.

“It’s just a couple of blocks.” He lifted his hand to begin to argue, but you cut him off at the head. “Alastor” you said it so softly now, your tone startling him with its gentleness. Had anyone, ever, said his name so sweetly? Since his mother, atleast?

“May I?” You tapped your cheek. His eyebrows rose before knitting together in understanding.

He leaned down and turned his cheek to you. You hummed happily and placed a chaste kiss there. Alastor turned his face toward yours, “In the future, You don’t have to ask for permission, darling.” You tried your best to keep your heart in your chest, and nodded. It was well known he wasn’t fond of physical touch, let alone unexpected touch. Is this how it felt to be an overlord? To claim a piece of someone else, a slice of territory not originally yours? “Two blocks is quite a deal of distance in hell.” He didn’t take his eyes off yours. Your attempt to distract him failed. Of course it did, he was nothing if not persistent.

“I have my weapon.” You lifted the hem of your dress to show a small angelic dagger holstered to your thigh.

“Ah, yes. Ha ha! Some kind of hat pin, I see” His eyes rolled, amused, “Who would dare bother you with such a frightening needle?”

With a glare, you mocked him, “Ha, Ha.” But as you turned to leave you stopped yourself. Every encounter with Alastor felt like it could be your last, as if he’d just disappear entirely. “May I see you tomorrow? I was going to get coffee at Hallowed Grounds around 10.”

“My dear, you couldn’t stop me.” He cooed, “Needle and all.”

“Good night, Alastor”

“Good night.” He didn’t move at first, but after you had made it half way to the gates of what he felt was assured safety, he let himself turn and leave.

His grin touched his ears as he hummed to himself. His cheek felt heavier where you’d kissed him. A part of you lingering with him. How he wanted nothing more than to grab you by the throat and -

An appliance store window filled with various sized TVs flickered as he walked past. Alastor stopped, ears turned down as he turned on the heels of his feet to face Vox’s cocky stare plastered on every screen.

“Oh, it’s you. Don’t you have a curfew? No TV after 9pm, they say. Rots the brain.” Alastor lifted his hand to inspect his nails. Vox had a witty intro planned, and launched straight into it. He only stopped when Alastor looked back up, “I’m sorry, were you speaking?”

The screens glitched and filled with static before Vox’s face stretched out across them all.

“It’s not my bed time you should be worried about.” Vox crooned. He couldn’t resist the urge to prod Alastor, “Perhaps your new friend should have gone home earlier.”

Just before you reached the gates, you stopped to see if Lucifer had replied about his ETA. Your phone slipped out of your hands as someone pulled you backwards into the narrow alley behind you.

A hand covered your mouth while the other arm was lifting you up by your waist. You kicked your feet uselessly trying to make contact with any thing that would slow your progress into the shadows.

Another man entered now in front of you, “You’ve got a meeting at Vee Tower, babe.”

The sound of an idling car in the back of the alley came into focus. You grabbed your knife and plunged it into the right thigh of the man holding you. He dropped you and you barely managed to scramble to your feet before his hand grabbed you by the hair and threw you against the wall. The force of the impact stunned you but you’d managed to keep the knife in your grip.

You’d been waiting for this. You had let men get the best of you before on earth, too scared of dying if you failed to defend yourself. You weren’t scared now. When you looked back at the man, he was shouting at his partner but you couldn’t understand a word. Your ears were ringing, a combined effect of hitting the wall and your skyrocketing blood pressure.

Your shoes slipped off easily and you pushed yourself from the wall and back into the attempted kidnapper, shoulder first.

Seeing you launch yourself onto his accomplice, the other man booked it out of the alley. It wasn’t worth it. This was supposed to be easier than this.

If he had maybe turned left, he would have made it to safety. But luck was with Alastor when the brute ran straight into him.

Your phone lay on the ground behind the man, who was already backing up when Alastor set his eyes on him.

“I’m going to enjoy this”, Alastor’s voice cracked with a static sting, eyes flickered to red dials against midnight black eyes as his back and neck broke and stretched. The man tripped over himself, but Alastor’s hands tore the man’s upper torso from his body before his ass had time to hit the sidewalk.

There was no time to savor the death, he tossed the man’s head and shoulders into the street before bounding with unnaturally wide strides into the entry of the side street.

Never had he known fear like this. Not when alive, not even close. Not even when Adam nearly bested him. There was a rock in his stomach threatening to drag his heart into the gutter of the Pride Ring as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the alley. Were you still there? Were you still whole?

You hadn’t noticed him at first, not until his massive, looming shadow shrunk across your body. Even then, you hadn’t stopped to realize it wasn’t the other attacker. You continued stabbing the dagger into the man’s throat with both hands until Alastor’s shoe crushed a piece of wayward glass under his step, breaking your concentration. Wild eyes finally tore themselves from the grey flesh of the demon on the floor up to Alastor, still expecting a fight with the man who’d fled.

“Alastor” was all you could squeak out. You were straddling the man by the chest, his throat so thoroughly decimated his head held on by just a few loosened tendons. The white dress you’d worn specially for your dinner was soaked through with blood. Your hands red to the wrists. Your lips and cheeks splattered. Your feet dirty and bare.

You yelped as you were yanked off of the dead man by your chin, Alastor’s large hand holding you off the ground. You were finally eye to eye with your dinner date. For the second time that night you were thrown against the cold brick wall. Alastor’s free hand grabbed yours that still held the knife and repeatedly bashed your fisted hand against the wall until the knife fell from your grip to the street below you. You hadn’t meant to keep it, never meant to brandish it at Alastor. Your survival instinct had overridden your sense.

Perhaps it would have stayed in control, but when Alastor’s hand slipped to your throat and his lips crashed into yours your mind went blank.

He kissed you clumsily, this wasn’t a man in love, or even a man in lust. This wasn’t a man at all. A demon in need was bruising your lips against his teeth. When you didn’t immediately open to receive him, he used his free hand to push at your cheeks and press inward where your bottom jaw naturally met your top. Your mouth was wrenched open, allowing his long and wide tongue to bully your own.

Alastor felt frenzied, the sight of you manically stabbing the already dead attacker momentarily broke him. His sweet little doe, his innocent and gentle darling brutally murdered a man and he got to witness it with his own eyes. He never believed God ever noticed his existence, but the moment he saw you straddling that corpse he felt sure some higher power delivered you to him. Just for him.

Only for him.

Pretense and facade be damned, you were made for him in such a specifically demented way.

He lifted you up, pressing your body against the wall with his own as your legs wrapped around his hips. He didn’t know where to start, he couldn’t keep his hands from trembling as he smeared the blood over your cheek between hurried kisses. His eyes were aglow, keeping your focus on him and only him as they darted around your face taking in every detail, every errant drop of your attacker’s blood.

Alastor buried his head into your collarbone, sucking bruises and nipping cuts into your exposed skin. You could feel the strained erection in his pants, it helped keep you balanced against him and the wall. He seemed to be mindlessly grinding his clothed cock against your core. Your dress had naturally found its way up and over your hips as he let one of his hands cradle your ass.

He had half a mind to rip the dress off of you but as he took a second to look down at your body he knew he wanted to keep it. The dress his love first killed in. Love— before a word that fell weightless from his tongue now sat heavy in his thoughts. He wanted your blood stained dress stuffed in his mouth as his last meal. An ode to your corruption. Maybe you'd understand him now, better than most. Did you enjoy it when you stabbed that man?

Breathing ragged and uneven, he pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes were glowing red, pupils dark black pins.

Did it scare you, when you killed him?

Were you scared now?

He lurched you upward again, hands coming to either side of your head as he pulled back to look at your face properly.

“If you don’t want this, now is your only opportunity to stop me.” He closed his eyes to try and regain an ounce of composure. Perhaps a small human piece of him not wanting to see your face if you denied him this.

With every breath he seemed to be taking in your scent, his hips still gently pushing into you. Your eyes darted to the well lit street just beyond the dark of the alley. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers scratch lightly at his undercut. He violently shuddered at the touch.

You shook your head imperceivably to most, “You don’t have to ask me for permission, darling.”

With that, Alastor came completely undone. As his teeth marked your neck with shallow tears, his hand tore the crotch of your panties entirely off, leaving just the lace waistband to slip up your stomach. With the speed of a starving man to his first meal, his cock was free of his pants and rutting against your exposed slit.

The head of his member was pushing against your clit in unpracticed thrusts, slipping between your lips and pressing at your entrance. With a growl he lifted you up more and angled your hips to him. He didn't wait to feel if he was lined up and he sunk into your heat with a single thrust. You winced, clutching onto his shoulders. His eyes saw the pained expression and for a second, just barely, the southern gentleman who tried to walk you home slipped back to the surface. But as quickly as he came, he was lost again as Alastor saw the way your mouth hung open, tongue hanging over your swollen lip.

A static shock nipped at your wrists where they met his neck, "Such a debauched look, mon cher. I haven't even begun to ruin you yet."

A moan slipped past your lips as he brought his mouth to your ear, tugging with his teeth as he thrust back into you. You could feel he hadn't bottomed out yet, but already he was crushing your stomach into your diaphragm. Your chest began to feel hot, a warmth trickling down to your stomach and pooling beneath your belly button.

Ad his breath ghosted along your neck, you could hear it sharply spike with every slam of his hips against yours. Something about seeing him losing composure, hearing him so vulnerable, spurred you to roll your hips against his cock.

"Mmmm," Alastor groaned, "Don't push your luck, dear. Do you know how precarious of a sit-"

You did it again.

He pulled out of you with one motion and flipped you around. Your hands were yanked behind you, the long fingers of one of his own hands intertwined with your wrists. His other hand lifted your knee up and out as he pushed back into you. The new position allowed him to reach deeper than before, and with a burning stretch you felt him finally bottom out. With each thrust, the head of his dick dragged inside of you. The new angle allowed him to smash into your g-spot with every slam into your heat, his balls tightly slapping against your wet cunt.

"I wanted to be gentler with you", He leaned his head against your shoulder, pace quickening. It felt as if your back would snap in half, "But you looked absolutely sinful covered in his blood." His lips grazed your ear as he let go of your wrists, his antlers now large enough to be scraping against the bricks above your head. The loss of him holding you made you lose you balance. Alastor took the opportunity to find your clit with his middle finger.

Biting down on your lip you broke the skin, trying to suppress the moan rising out of you. His hips kept a bruising pace, your ass smacking against his lower stomach with every thrust. You didn't want anyone, anyone to find you getting railed against a wall just outside of cannibal town.

His fingers forced past your lips, you hadn't noticed he was using a shadow tendril to now lift your knee to nearly touch your elbow. Two fingers pressed down on your tongue as his pace impossibly quickened.

You wanted to lick or suck at his digits, do anything to participate in this alleyway fucking, but it became clear Alastor didn't want you to do anything at all. He was lost in the pleasure of your pussy clamping down on him, pushing back against him with every intrusion. He just needed you to exist there around him. He needed you to take him, for your body to welcome the gentle abuse.

The pressure began to build as the reality set in that the Radio Demon was fucking you raw against a wall. You felt your orgasm winding up. The infamous Alastor, the mighty overlord, balls deep in you. So entranced by your cunt he could only groan and hiss against your ear. You could feel every centimeter of him pulling and pushing inside of you, his head smashing your cervix and uterus into your guts.

Your hands began to slip down the wall as your mind started to go fuzzy around the edges. His middle finger strumming at your sensitive clit with a new fervor, his thrusts becoming shallower. The radio in the assailants idling car roared to life, flitting through stations and static wildly as Alastor spoke to you.

"When you orgasm,” His voice crackled against the nape of your neck, "and your cervix lowers to receive my seed,” your knee was dropped as he fucked you flush against the wall, trapping your body there, "I will drown your needy cunt in my cum, darling." His words echoed through the car's radio and off the walls of the alley, volume peaking with a pop as the speakers blew out.

The tickle of his lips along your spine made you shudder, and you went limp as you let your mind go and allowed your body to spasm around him. As your orgasm hit, your stomach muscles cramped and your body tightened around Alastor's cock. He hissed, his hips losing their rhythm for a second as you almost painfully clamped onto him, cunt trying desperately to pull him deeper into you. He needed to slow down or else he’d be pushed into his own release sooner than he planned. As your orgasm waned and your pussy squeezed softly against him again, he renewed the rhythm. Your body had gone entirely slack, your limbs no longer able to receive messages from your brain.

Within seconds, Alastor thrust against you so forcefully you felt the air pressed out of your lungs. He buried himself in you, holding your hips flush against his as you instinctively tried to squirm away. The way you moved against him, tried to flee from his release, only seemed to make his cock jump more inside you. You thought you heard a pained “mine" against your shoulder as his promised seed jerked into your now pliant womb.

He finally stilled, his dick softening in you. You felt your body slide down the wall, feet touching the ground before giving out entirely. You sat, slumped back, and looked to the scene in front of you. Dead demon behind Alastor, your shoes bloodied and tossed around, and your little knife just within reach.

Alastor quickly composed himself, cock returned to his pants and his suit adjusted precisely. You looked up at him, eyes glazed and tear stained. Your dress was wet and ruined, thighs slick with a mix of fluids. Yet he stood there, clean and pretty. Perhaps some of you had soaked into the front of his pants, but you couldn’t be sure.

"I apologize for underestimating you", He took the dagger, lifting your dress to slide it back into its holster. "And for allowing you to leave my sight." He gathered your shoes and wiped the dirt from them against the leg of his pants before gently slipping them back onto your feet. With two large hands under your arms he pulled you up to your feet, legs trembling still. "I promise you it won't happen again. Can you walk, my doe?"

The new name made your cheeks feel hot, funny given the more embarrassing part of this situation was his cum now sliding down your thighs. You nodded weakly, adding, "But-" and glanced to your lap. You squeezed your knees together and looked back at him.

"I fail to see the problem." His head tilted to the side as he lifted your dress with one of his long fingers and watched the milky white liquid slowly inch down your inner leg. "But, I'll find us a taxi. You won't be going home." He guided you by your hands to step over the corpse and into the light of the street.

You clarified, "I won't be going home tonight?"

He summoned his microphone and brought it down with a crack onto your phone, still discarded on the sidewalk. "INCOMING CALL: LUCI" flashing on the screen before it was shattered. He lifted his hand and waved for a passing taxi, turning to you with a soft grin, "Any night, darling."

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We love you | VariousYandere x Sinner!Reader HCS

Summary: Characters from HH being obsses over you.

Warnings: Alastor's part has Mentions of cannibalism - Valentino's part its DARK - Mentions of brainwashing - Most of them are slight!Yandere but still Yandere no less - Stalking - Killing - NSFW SINCE IT HAS SUGGESTIVE THEMES -

☆ Charlie

It does not matter if you happen to be one of the worst sinners from the circle or a top overlord who makes everybody fear them. Charlie its just obsses with you.

She sees something good, deep down in you. And wants to bring that out (or maybe its her being lovestruck).

She Will use her princess status to bring you to her hotel.

Will follow you around and ask for your opinion and likes. No matter if your responds are harsh, she will be in cloud nine with them

☆ Vaggie

As a former Angel she is carefull around sinners. She wants to protect Charlie and herself. Then you appear and now not all sinners seem bad.

Thinks you should be in heaven but wont complain since she gets to pass time with you.

Her love for you its platonic.

Wants you to be under her watch 24/7. If she has work at the hotel then you have it as well. The same as hers.

Tells Charlie about you and Charlie its supportive of her. Believes Vaggie needs more Friends and you seem like a good person!!

☆ Angel Dust

Its afraid to approach you because for a sinner you seem pure. Not like him. He believes he is too dirty for you.

Tries to convince himself that he justs wants to corrupt you and thats it. That there are not Real feelings involved.

The minute he hears someone tried something on you he is getting hella protective and will go and look for them.

If it was Valentino he will console you the best he can. Will break his walls to let you in.

Hugs you with his four arms against his chest. Makes sexual comments but gets flustered when you respond with more intimate ones on emotional level.

Just like he fought for his Friends he would do the same for you.

☆ Husk

One of the most tamed ones.

He is quick to know he feels something for you and wants to keep you only for himself.

Reminds him of his old overlord days when the most terrorific ideas plagued his mind.

Would totally gamble with you for your soul if he could.

Tries to keep you away from Alastor knowing the radio Demon may use you to get to him.

He also wants you to avoid him because Husk knows he means trouble.

☆ Sir.Pentious

He is so confused.

You two meet as enemies or by being amazed by his creations.

His eggs are quicker to catch up how he is feeling, asks him if he wants them to kindapp you.

He wants but wont do it.

Will try to impress you but fail.

Follows you everywhere.

Claims its what Friends do or that he is doing it to keep a closer eye on his enemy.

Fainfs when you give him little attention.

☆ Alastor

The one who once he starts to realize what is happening goes in denial and killing mode.

Ends charming you on his own way.

If you resist him then he gets you kindapped. No one is allowed to talk to you and you cant talk since he cut off your tongue and ate it.

Gets angry when he sees you playing with Niffty and starts to feel soft things for you. Like wanting to cuddle you, dance with you.

If you are more open to his advances he is a protective Yandere and manipulative one. But its so subtle no one will notice.

His shadows likes to play with you a lot.

☆ Lucifer

Goes ??? When he starts to fall for you. Tries to ignore it till he sees you with other demons or sinners then he loses it.

Not in front of you. He wants you to keep a very gentlemen image of him in your head.

Will kill whoever wants to court you.

Gets you a work by his side so no one can reach you.

You want to leave? Jokes on you, this Man its going to gashlight you so much. The idea will leave your head in seconds.

Oh, and will make you like ducks.

☆ Valentino

Poor you.

Like for Real poor you.

You may end being his favorite dancer or he just saw you one time and decided to take you for his joy and personal use.

Starts as pure physical interest then it developes into obssesion. No one knows if he truly feels something for you, not even the other Vs.

He is mean and a dick. Expect lots of punishments when you dont behave like he wants you to.

☆ Vox

Different from Valentino, Vox its more calm...at least on the physical side.

He probably saw you with one of his cameras and started to watch your daily life like a show. He then imagined you were the main character and he was the love interest.

He got it badly.

Its worse when he happens to catch you being intimate with another sinner/demon.

It should be him.

That one ends dead and Vox decides to make his home yours too.

He kindapps you.

He is a delusional Yandere. Believes you two have been together for years now. If you try to correct him he goes into error mode.

Will not hit you but may electroshock you.

Will try to brainwash you into beliving you are married to him.

[thatanimeramenchick]

Hi! I’m new and wanted to ask if it’s alright you you could do something for Yander Lucifer?(Hazbin?) if not that’s alright!

Yandere Lucifer Headcannons

Ah, no problem, I’ve been waiting for this one. Out of all of the guys on this show, he is my personal favorite. I have suddenly become a fan of short kings. Also, hope you have fun on this personal little hell spawn known as Tumblr.

I feel like his character very much would be in line with soft yandere content. Despite being Lucifer himself, he comes off as very gentle and affectionate, wanting the best for those he loves, even if it means doing things that make them unhappy. He just wants what’s best for you. Or at least he thinks he does.

He also comes off to me as someone who is afraid to get too close to people out of fear of either disappointing them or hurting himself. Before making up with Charlie, he doesn’t talk with her much, seems to be internally clinging to the memories of the family he once had, and views most if not all of his citizens as too far gone to salvage. If he found himself with feelings for someone, I see him trying to push the object of his affection away, until something happens that causes his feelings to spiral out of control. This could be fear the of you being corrupted or permanently endangered; it’s something that pushes him over the edge to acting on the feelings he been trying so hard to push away.

Some of this manifests in being overprotective. He can present this as being a reasonable stance considering how dangerous hell actually is. Besides the typical problems of sinners running rampant and demons trying to trick you into deals, there are also angelic weapons floating around hell that you could be killed by even when it’s not extermination day. The idea of losing someone he cares for deeply in such a permanent manner is horrifying to him. He’d rather upset you by having you locked away by force than have you tainted by hell.

Has a jealous side, as can be seen with how he interacts with Alastor. Even as the king of hell, he can be quite insecure with his relationships considering his separation from Lilith and estrangement with Charlie. He can easily see other friendships in your life as competition, depending on who they are and how much time they want to spend with you. While he isn’t against the idea of you having any companions ever, he frowns on you spending too much time with them. Besides, they’re literally citizens of hell, why would you even want to be associate with them?

Tends to pamper you. He may have you trapped in a bubble, but he wants it to be pleasant for you. Anything that you wish that is within his power to grant he will do so happily. Your imagination is the only thing limiting you when you’re with him. Well, that and whatever restrictions have been placed on you to keep you “safe.”

Showing repeated frustration at his treatment, especially if you are being particularly passionate with shouting and tears, will leave him depressed. While he’ll try to hide it from you, in private there may be long bouts of self disgust and guilt. If you are lucky enough to find out about this and you’re particularly emotionally intelligent, you may be able to work this to your advantage. It’s your best shot at escaping him, as you’re definitely not going to be overpowering him any time soon and probably aren’t going to be able to outsmart him.

[rory-cakes]

A Buck and A Canary

What was she doing here?

Why was she smiling at him like nothing happened?

He left their child alone!

He let her die!

He lied to her!

It has been one week since the battle at the Habin Hotel. They were starting to finish the reconstruction of the hotel when something strange happened. An angel appeared. 

“Hello! My name is Y/n Altruist, and the higher-ups of heaven have sent me to oversee the progress of the hotel!” 

“THEY CHANGED THEIR MINDS!?” Charlie was practically vibrating with joy. 

“Why?” Vaggie asked skeptically. 

“Well, unlike before, we have proof that your hotel works! A certain serpent has shown up in heaven!”

“Sir Penitouse is alive!” everyone was filled with overwhelming joy. 

“Also”

Y/n bowed in respect. 

“I deeply apologize for the exterminations. They were never supposed to happen. Sera and Adam were working alone in that sense.” 

Charlie grabbed her hand and helped her back up. 

“So really, no one knew? How is that possible?”

“The seven virtues are the only defense against evil on Earth so they have their hands full with that, I’m afraid. I was at the meeting and I brought up the issue as soon as I could!”

“Why do you care so much about what happens to us? No offense, we’re really grateful you did what you did! But why?”

“Well, I'm afraid my answer is a little selfish. My husband is down here. He wasn’t a good man but he was a good husband and he would have been a good father hadn’t he died.”

How did an angel like her end up with someone down here?

Wait-

An angel like her?

“Im sorry, but what is your husband’s na-”

“Birdy?”

“Alastor?”

Alastor sat uncomfortably on the plush couch in his room. Y/n sat equally as uncomfortable in a chair of a similar design. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. 

Alastor avoided making eye contact with his wife. I mean she had to know who he truly was at this point. How could she not?

“Alastor.”

She breaks the silence. 

“I’ve missed you dearly, my darling.”

Why was she smiling?

“I know what you did, and while I can’t say I’m pleased, that doesn’t change the fact that you are my husband.”

What?

“You cherished and loved me for so many years. You took care of me and Eudora. You loved me with everything you had.”

This isn’t right.

“So, if you haven’t stopped loving me in the time we’ve been apart,”

No

“I’d like to be your wife still.”

Alastor finally looked at his ethereal wife. She was so good. She shouldn’t be corrupted by his darkness. 

“I left her alone.”

“So did I.”

Y/n smiled at the man in front of her. This was her Alastor. This was the man she fell in love with. Sure, there were blazing red flags and she should probably be running for the hills. However, she can’t deny the urge to be with him. 

“I’ve been watching over her.”

“You have? How is she?”

“She’s lived a long life. She’s been married to her wife for about 40 years now. She adopted three kids and has a bunch of grandkids. She had her own radio show, Al!”

“She did?”

“She did.”

Y/n moves to sit beside him and grabs his hand with both of hers. Alastor finally pulls her closer,

“You deserve so much more than I am. I cursed you in life I can’t let you get hurt again.”

“You are all that I want, and if I get cursed because of it, that will have been my decision.”

She places her hand on his face, and he leans into it. 

“My darling Alastor, there is nothing you can do for me to stop loving you.”

“Alright, Birdy, I’ll have you for as long as you wish to stay.”

And so the Buck was reunited with his Canary.  

A/N: Hi! I hope you liked the last part of Alastor's Birdy! If you have scenarios you would like me to write with this au, just send me an ask and ill get to it as soon as I can!

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[1-victoria-1]

100% Angel taught us a "bad word" he said it was a bad word ,but it's just a random word we don't have the definition of ,idk like aluminium .

And one day we got big feelings and be like "I'm gonna say a bad word!"

Alastor : don't you dare young lady!

"Aluminium!"

Everyone is confused af , husk already know what happend and Angel is absolutely loosing his shit cackling on the floor

That sounds like something that would actually happen.

And congratulations on being the first ever request i have received! And i hope i could write your request as you imagined, dear anon! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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Angel probably does it to tease the others at the Hotel, but man he probably is forbidden being alone with little [y/n] and probably Vaggie saying something like "who knows what he can teach her!" And alastor just agrees with Vaggie because he doesn't want his little sunshine to be corrupted by such foul language because in his perspective Angel could have said such an innocent word one and the next time you will be running to him calling him 'bit*ch' or worse! Plus it's unacceptable for a young lady like you to speak such an ugly language (he means bad words) .

But you probably continue to think it was a bad word until someone explained to you that it wasn't but until then you would babble it out to tease your papa and other hotel members.

I can also imagine that Angel Dust teaches little [y/n] something in Italian that sounds inappropriate but is an innocent word,or maybe even french so you could confuse and also somehow make your papa alastor sigh in exhaustion for example the word "Phoquer" which means seal in french but as a little kid you pronounce it wrong so instead of "Phoquer" you say "F*ck" which almost makes the hotel members pass out and Angel like always laughing but then you snitch him to Alastor saying he was teaching you animals in french.

Anyways Angel just gets death threats from Alastor and gets banned from being with you on his own!

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[laismoura-art]

Ok so...

Twice now i’ve seen people approach @elsa-fogen about a take that is “Alastor is in hell because of Voodoo” (the latest one basically saying he is in hell solemnly because of Voodoo”) and I can’t help but feel there’s reeks of religious intolerance from his take (even if it’s not intentional) cause let’s not forget, Voodoo is a religion (main one in places such as Haiti and Gana), and it’s often stigmatised and viewed through the wrong light. So you all can understand how a take like this could rub someone the wrong way and be deemed as religious intolerance.

But as I know this fandom is PAINFULLY stubborn and probably will want to keep exploring this take even if it makes some people uncomfortable (take the people who refuse to acknowledge Alastor as aro and the people who refuse to stop calling Alastor a wendigo for instance) I would like to offer an alternative take: 

See, I’m not from Voodoo and it’s not that big of a religion here in Brazil, however, we do have two other religions here that are similar/derivatives from Voodoo (Candomblé and Umbanda) and face similar prejudices, so I’m making this based mostly on these two but know that it also applies to Voodoo. 

In Umbanda, we have a higher god, the Orixás (entities that provide guidance and protection) and we have spirits, these spirits divide in different groups and offer advices and guidance to all types of people, there are spirits that look after women, children, grieving parents and even the lost (such as drug addicts).

But as we have good spirits, we also have bad ones. they are popularly known as “espiritos de porco” (pig spirits) who are usually mischievous and even ill intended spirits that might loom over you if they feel a bad energy coming from you or if you are spiritually unprotected and they will start to cause you misfortune and even make you feel weak and sick.

Some ill-intended people use these bad spirits against people they want to harm, the bad spirits may guide them in performing a ritual or maybe the spirit will loom on this targeted person. 

It’s (partly) due to people like this that these religions have such bad reputation, but these people basically perform their religion in a corrupted way! Umbanda is a religion that connects you with nature and guides you spiritually, it’s deeply connected with healing practises (mentally, physically and spiritually), but as I said, like EVERY other religion, it can be corrupted and used to harm.

I think the best use of “corrupt vs proper use of religion” I’ve seen comes from Disney's The Princess and the Frog. People usually remember Dr Facilier better, who used Voodoo against his enemies and to harvest power (much like a certain deer man we all know and love) but we also had Mama Odie (which is a real figure in voodoo, mind you. Also present in Umbanda, a Mama Odie is sort of a priestess of the religion) notice how she is a much more accurate representation of the religion, she lives in contact with nature, she performs her rituals and prayers in the wide while dancing with a very positive energy around, and she wears white (which is the most recommended colour to wear during rituals, as it’s a neutral colour and pleases all Orixás). 

So as you can see, there’s good voodoo practicants and bad ones, and in the end it’s all about how you use your religion, if you use it as you were taught, with pure intentions, seeking guidance and protection of good spirits and Orixás, or in a corrupt way, surrounding yourself with bad spirits and helping them spread their bad energy. 

So what I am hoping with all this is is that people put a stop to “Alastor is evil because he uses Voodoo” and adopt the “Alastor is evil because he does malpractice of Voodoo” which is a much more accurate to reality and respectful take. 

I’d even like to offer a headcanon of my own: 

That Alastor's mom was from Voodoo (maybe even was a Mama Odie herself) and taught Alastor all she knew and he corrupted her teachings and started using them for evil (perhaps even to aid him in his killing) and THAT, that corruption, was what sent him to hell, and true redemption for him would not to give up his powers/forsake his religion but actually to go back to his roots and use his powers for good (perhaps in a way that he ends up healing/saving someone (hopefully Charlie or Rosie)👀

[merrygay]

Alastor x reader

Warning : slightly NSFW ? Dacryphilia, Dark Themes, cannibalism, Alastor is a Warning himself. English is not my first language. I’m bad at writing synopsis. I’m bad at writing in general in fact.

Synopsis : innocent reader pique’s Alastor interest.

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You were amusing—oh, so amusing. He sometimes wonders how you ended up in hell, or perhaps you were trying to redeem yourself now that you are here. Either way, he finds you pathetic.

All the things he could do to you, you were so helpless, he could just manhandle you however he wanted. What are you going to do? Fight ?

Your innocence just excites him in every aspect. Oh, how he could just corrupt your pretty little mind, make you watch as he eats a sinner, and show you his full demon form, terrifying you to the point you can do nothing but cry, which arouses him even more.

It’s not the first time someone cried at the face of Alastor, but it’s so much different when it’s you crying; seeing tears rolling down your pretty face is all worth it.

Alastor somewhat loves you, in his own twisted way. Something about you makes his cannibalistic impulses reach their peak each time you are in the same room as him; he just wants to eat you all up.

But he knows if he gives in, who’s going to entertain him then?

Not even a week passes, and he definitely tricks you into making a deal with him so he can keep you for himself. Being his pet for eternity.

He’s normally not fond of being touched, but when you are beside him all day helping with the hotel, looking all cute, and he can do nothing but smell you, don’t be surprised if, at the end of the day, when you think you can regain your room and sleep peacefully, you find him standing right in front of your door, looking down at you with that same evil smile, his head slightly tilted, holding his cane in front of him.

Let’s just say that the next day you have to wear something to cover all the bruises and bite marks he gave you.

[alliddewrites]

Alastor x Reader x Vox

Content disclaimer:

Slightly dark,

Somewhat yandere,

Some power inaccuracies,

Gender neutral reader

Not proofread cause I'm not feeling too well, but I wanted to write and post this finally.

Masterlist

Catching the attention of two extremely powerful overlords?

You are absolutely doomed. You will never know rest again. This is your punishment in the afterlife.

At first, it's relatively innocent. Vox tries to charm you as well as he can, but it progressively gets more obsessive. He won't outright start watching you, he will check in with you throughout the day. Messages, calls, accidentally running into you.

If you happen to keep a distance from him, or even outright reject him, he will resort to more drastic measures, no matter how softly you deliver your answer.

He will stalk you 24/7 through any device he can get access to at some point. Covering your cameras is useless, he's going to listen in on you anyway.

You have absolutely no privacy, especially if you have your phone on you all the time.

(Un)Fortunately for you, Alastor is going to be constantly around you, corrupting any video recording he's on, therefore messing with Vox's activities.

Alastor, at first, only hangs around you to piss off Vox. But at some point things take a turn and he becomes infatuated with you as well.

The Radio Demon is going to be even more touchy-feely with you than any other demon. Your personal space no longer exists. Arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, hand on your back, anything really, he just wants to be touching you. Wants to make a claim on you…

(He's definitely willing to make any kind of deal just so he can own your soul.)

The only option you have to try to protect yourself is complete self isolation, as well as absolutely no modern electronics. It won't help much however.

Alastor has one of his shadows constantly supervising you, and reporting back to him.

Which, other than protecting you from other sinners, is what's keeping Vox from completely brainwashing you into being his.

Their rivalry has become even more serious and brutal since you entered the picture. They can no longer just insult each other jokingly through their preferred mediums.

Someone on Patreon said that I should make a series based on this, so I might've started brewing something.

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Ritornello (Alastor x Cursed!Gn!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any but please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 3,565

Previous Part: Rhapsody

Next Part: Rapture

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

A/N Okay I know that canonically Charlie is like 200 but we're gonna make her 25.

After everything with Alastor, Y/n tried to continued their life as it had been before he'd stepped into. It was challenging, they faltered and misstepped. They had been good at being on their own once but now that they had a taste of the alternative, it was difficult to fall back into their old ways. Eventually, they managed to fall into a new pattern of being.

They were a bit more careful now, they didn't dash out unannounced from behind corners or secret hiding places. Seeing Alastor was the last thing they wanted to do. Now, they had someone to avoid.

For seventeen years, they continued on like this. They struggled through their battles on their own, against the overlords and against their own personal situation. They searched high and low for a cure but the only things they ever seemed able to come up with were false promises and temporary fixes. Every day, the curse the overlords had placed on them to limit their powers was growing stronger. Every time they used their magic, played their music, it became more and more corrupted and so, they learned to fight with their hands. This was until they got the call from Lucifer, of course.

The pair were old friends of a sort. Y/n had met him by chance within their first few days in Hell when he'd pulled them out of a tight spot. They didn't spend time together ever or really see one another at all but, Y/n had a vague sort of trust for the man, a strong sense of a debt needing to be repaid. Y/n didn't like owing people things, not even back when they were alive. They didn't like depending on people in that way. When he asked them if they could keep an eye on his daughter, they couldn't refuse.

Charlie was a lot. At twelve years old, she was bright and over the top and constantly bursting out into song. At first, Y/n had been rather uncertain about the whole arrangement, even when she'd gone through her emo phase at fifteen.

Y/n tried to steer clear of them for the most part. Picking her up from school, dropping her off. Babysitting when her parents needed a night to themselves, the normal stuff. When the issues started between Lilith and Lucifer, Charlie was suddenly thrust into Y/n's life a lot more. She had no idea the real reason, both her parents wanting to keep the trouble from her due to their own care and protective natures, and Y/n tried their best to keep it that way. It didn't help that by sixteen, Charlie had practically moved in with the demon but they managed.

Charlie had always pushed for a connection, something more than Y/n making her dinner and getting her where she needed to go. Y/n resisted at all costs. They'd been hurt before by trust, by care. The idea of going through it all again was terrifying. That all changed the day Charlie found out about the curse.

Y/n hadn't meant for her to find out. One of their situation's many many downsides was that while the curse ate away at their magic, it also ate away at their physical form. If they weren't careful, if they didn't temper their emotions and make sure they were eating enough raw meat, the beast would take over.

The beast was a horrific thing in their eyes, blood hungry and devastating. It was sub-human, sub-demon even, writhing and scornful. A mass of twisting shells of prey, a mass of claws and sharp teeth.

Of course, Y/n couldn't keep it from Charlie forever and on one fateful evening, Y/n had transformed. They'd been overworked, stressed about the fact that the Vees were gaining more territory and power, that soon they would be practically untouchable. They had forgotten to take care of themselves in the rush of it all, prioritizing Charlie and their plans.

When they had come back to their senses, come back to themself, it had been to the sight of Charlie. With a damp rag held to their forehead by the demoness and a whole lot of bones from victims of their situation on the floor around them, they had opened their eyes. Y/n had expected Charlie to flinch, to run in fear, to tell Lucifer who knew nothing about the curse. Instead, she had smiled brightly and told Y/n she was glad they were okay. From that day forward, they were absolutely inseparable, completely attached at the hip.

With Charlie's help and cheerful influence, Y/n was beginning to learn how to exist. They loved the girl like she was their own and Charlie knew if she ever had an issue of any sort, she could go to Y/n about it. Even when Y/n had relayed the story of how they'd been cursed and why, there had been no issues, no qualms, nothing. Charlie promised her watcher that she would help them break the curse, no matter what it took.

It was watching Charlie come into herself as a young adult, watching her meet and fall in love with Vaggie that made the real difference. The princess of Hell was unapologetically herself and Vaggie took everything she had to offer with open arms. Slowly but surely, the search for a cure took a back seat as did Y/n's goal of taking down the overlords of Hell. Their life was different, but they were happy. They found themself wishing for the past, the one they had shared with Alastor, less and less, channeling their energy into the world around them. They didn't even notice when the reports started to come in that the Radio Demon of the overlords had seemingly vanished.

Things hadn't been without their challenges. Charlie's relationship with her dad was strained to say the least and when her mom had disappeared? She'd been absolutely inconsolable but with one another's help, they figured things out, made it through.

When Charlie pitched the idea of the Happy Hotel, Y/n had been doubtful. They knew a lot about Hell, the way it functioned, the way the demons within were. It came from decades running around back streets and surviving in the underworld of the underworld. It was Charlie's hope that did it, her earnest gaze. Y/n had caved and after months of hard work, the Hotel had finally opened.

Things were going well, too well even. Then there had been the interview with Katie Killjoy, the other shoe dropping. Y/n had watched it from the sidelines with Vaggie. As soon as Charlie had come down off the set, they had enveloped her in their arms and held them close. With Vaggie's help, they managed to get Charlie back to the hotel.

Once she had calmed down a little bit, Charlie stood from where she had been seated in the sitting room beside Y/n, Vaggie, and the hotel's one resident: Angel Dust. She mentioned something about calling her mom before disappearing into the lobby.

Y/n and Vaggie exchanged a look. They both knew the situation Charlie was in with regards to her mother and how she tended to get after one of her failed attempts to contact the woman. Neither thought this was the time or the place to step in however, and remained seated, chatting idly with Angel as they waited for Charlie's return.

When she finally did, it was with a nervous attitude and a strained expression.

"Hey Vaggie?"

"What?" Vaggie asked as she and Y/n twisted to look at Charlie who stood in the door way behind the couch.

"Can you come help me please?"

Vaggie got to her feet and exited the sitting room with her girlfriend. Y/n turned to Angel to continue their conversation but had barley gotten a word to the spider demon out when Vaggie stepped back in the room.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?" Y/n replied calmly.

"Charlie actually needs our help with this one, I think."

"Alright then." Y/n got to their feet, shooting a glance back at Angel, "A true hotelier's work is never done." they lightly joked and Angel rolled his eyes.

"What's this about?" Y/n asked Vaggie as they followed her down the hall towards the hotel's main entrance.

"Just..." Vaggie sighed, "you'll see."

Noting the girl's odd behavior and stressed demeanor, Y/n steeled themselves. Not much put Vaggie on edge. She was strong, toughened, as far as Y/n knew, by a brutal upbringing in the streets of Hell. While each use of their powers made the curse grow stronger, they would not hesitate to protect Charlie or her dreams should the need arise. Besides, they'd become quite good at other means of self preservation over the years.

As they rounded the corner into the lobby space, Y/n was greeted by a flash of red as someone pushed past Charlie into the space from the street and a familiar voice.

"Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on the picture show and I just couldn't resist. What a performance! Why I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929. So many orphans."

Y/n let out a low growl, summoning their lute into their hands and Vaggie pointed her spear at the Radio Demon. It was pure instinct. If they knew anyone, they knew Alastor and redemption was not the Radio Demon's cup of tea. As Charlie shut the door, he turned to face them. Y/n walked a few steps forward, planting their feet a little ways away from Alastor and poising their fingers to play.

"Get out of here." They said through gritted teeth.

Alastor's eyes widened with recognition for the smallest moment. As quick as he had lost it, he regained his composure.

"My what a protective force this Hazbin Hotel has." Alastor mused.

"It's called the Happy Hotel actually?" Charlie hesitantly corrected and he laughed.

"Not anymore its not. I did you the favor of fixing your sign."

A little threat couldn't hurt, a little reminder of who he was dealing with. Alastor had no idea Y/n was any less capable than when he'd first met them. One little note couldn't hurt, wouldn't show any of the damage done. Y/n plucked a single string on their instrument and the room around them began to glow. Everyone's hair lifted around their faces, the loose edges of their clothes beginning to flutter.

"Get out of here now. I wont ask you again."

"Now, is that anyway to treat an old friend?" Alastor replied, smirking.

Everything suddenly clicked into place. There was something different about him. Y/n couldn't put their finger on exactly what it was, but they could tell he hadn't been lying. He'd been at the Hotel for at least five minutes by now, maybe more with all Charlie and Vaggie's running back and forth since his arrival. If he had had any truly negative intentions, they would have revealed themselves, especially to Y/n. Alastor was a good liar, but no one was that good, good enough to trick someone who had watched them become the person they are.

"Old friend?" Vaggie repeated, turning to Y/n in confusion.

Their grimace faltered, before falling completely. They released their instrument, letting it hang loosely in their hand by their side.

"Alastor! You're embarrassing me in front of my kid."

"Your kid?" Alastor asked after a moment.

This time the shocked expression that crept its way onto his face stayed there.

"You know him?" Charlie asked at the same moment as Alastor spoke.

Y/n let their instrument dissolve into the air and gestured to Charlie.

"My kid. And yes, Charlie. I know Alastor."

Alastor turned, looking Charlie up and down.

"You got with Lucifer?" Alastor asked in confusion as he looked back at Y/n.

They laughed lightly at the notion, unable to stop themselves. They shook their head.

"No. Oh my gosh, I would never. Seriously just... great guy and all but no thank you. I just take care of his kid for him. Well, used to. We sorta got attached."

Charlie walked up to Y/n as they spoke, pulling them into a side hug.

"Y/n practically raised me. They were kinda the only one who was always there for me."

Y/n looked down at Charlie with a fond smile. They ruffled her hair and Charlie quickly batted their hand away.

It was clear to Alastor that Y/n had changed. They were no longer the trouble making demon he had known, that he had loved. Still, there was that same spark in their eyes, that fervent desire, that want. From just the small interaction playing out before him, he could tell that Y/n had learned how to trust and protect rather than just fight. They had learned to live hand in hand with that creeping need woven so tightly around their bones, rather than despite it.

It made him happy to see, it made him happy for her. At the same time, it caused his heart to ache terribly. They had finally been able to let someone in, and it hadn't been him.

In the years since their separation, Alastor had never stopped thinking about Y/n. Their memory was tender to the touch, shot sparks of joy or anguish down him depending on the day. It was like an old wound that had never quite healed right. Seeing them now was unexpected. The wound reopened. He sheltered himself.

Y/n saw the way Vaggie still had her spear pointed at Alastor, aimed straight at his neck. Gently, they placed a hand on it, pushing it down. Vaggie looked at them, her eyebrows raised.

"If he wanted to hurt anyone here, he would have done so already."

Vaggie stared at Y/n for a moment. Seeing how serious the demon that had become a mentor to her was in this moment, she lowered her blade. Y/n's hand fell back to their side.

"Now," Y/n turned to look at Alastor once again, "why are you here?"

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It was late. Vaggie had told Y/n that Charlie wanted to speak to them about something in their office and so, Y/n found themselves outside the familiar door. They knocked once on the dark red wood.

"Yeah?"

They opened the door and Charlie smiled.

"What'd you wanna talk to me about, Sunshine?" Y/n asked as they entered the room, taking a seat in the chair across the desk from their young charge.

"Just about Alastor."

They should have known. Not only was the hotel at a potential risk thanks to the decision to allow him to work with them but Charlie had always had a sharp sense of curiosity. Y/n sighed.

"Fire away, kiddo."

"Well, how do you two know one another? Can we trust him? Do you think he means what he says he does? I thought you hated overlords? I.. I..."

Y/n smiled softly, the change in their face easing Charlie's nervous temper.

"We will handle these one at a time, no prying. Deal?"

"Y/n, you realize how suspicious that makes you sound, right?"

"Fine. A little prying. Deal?"

"Deal."

Y/n leaned back in their chair, letting out a sigh of nostalgia. Their hands rested on their stomach as they kicked their feet up onto Charlie's desk.

"I... I met Alastor practically right after he arrived. We both thought the overlord system was dumb and so, we decided to team up."

There was a moment of silence, broken by Charlie. The young demoness had always loved Y/n's stories, begged to hear them. They had never once heard this one before.

"Is that all?"

Y/n shook their head.

"We dated."

"You dated!" Charlie exclaimed in shock, nearly jumping out of her seat, "You dated the Radio Demon. Were you in love?"

Of course she'd go on and ask that next. Not 'how'd that happen?' not 'when was this?' No, Charlie had to go for the hardest question first, like she always did.

"Yes." Y/n hesitantly replied, "I did."

"I... oh my god. This is actually crazy. You dated? You actually dated. Like for real, in love, dated."

"Alright." Y/n clapped their hands, taking their feet off the desk and righting themselves in their chair, "Next question."

"Bu-"

"I said some prying."

"Fine." Charlie sighed, crossing her arms, "But I am gonna get that story out of you eventually."

"I'm sure you will, sunshine." Y/n chuckled lightly, "Now. Can we trust him? I... I'm not sure."

All the excitement vanished from Charlie as she looked seriously over at Y/n.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Because, he's up to something but not with us. Or, if it is with us, it's not to hurt us. I... something happened to him, something is different. I am not sure what I just... he's not here to hurt us... I think..."

"You think?" Charlie repeated indignantly, "Can you be a little more sure of that maybe? Why only think?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen him, Charls. Maybe being an overlord is what changed him. I have no way of knowing but my gut tells me he's okay, at least for now."

"You knew him before he became an overlord?"

"You really think I would team up with one of those bitches? Come on. You know I hate them."

"I-"

"Next question." Y/n quickly interrupted, not wanting to think on the past anymore than was necessary, "I think he does mean what he says, as was implied in whether or not I trusted him but the same caveats that applied there apply here too. And I do hate overlords, I just..."

"You just love him." Charlie teased.

Y/n's cheeks grew hot. They looked away.

"I do not. I loved him. There is a difference."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Why did you guys break up?"

Y/n turned back to Charlie. They couldn't say no to those eyes.

"Well, he became an overlord. Also I maybe... never told him. About the curse. He could tell something was up and..." Y/n took a breath, "couldn't take it after a while I guess."

"So you guys still loved each other when you broke up."

"What are you scheming over there."

"Nothing! Nothing!" Charlie quickly replied as she not so discreetly scribbled something on a piece of paper, "How long were you together?"

Y/n placed their hands on the arms of the chair, pulling themselves to their feet.

"Alright, trouble maker, I think thats enough lore outta me tonight."

"But Y/n!"

"I'm gonna go to bed. Vaggie already headed upstairs for the night I think. Sweet dreams, princess."

"Good night Y/n." Charlie dejectedly replied as she realized she really wasn't going to be getting anything else out of her mentor that night.

"Good night."

Y/n was about half way through the Hotel back to their room when they felt a hand on their shoulder. Reacting purely out of instinct, they ducked out from under the person's grip, spinning around with their fists raised. Alastor smiled down at Y/n and they sighed.

"What is it?" they asked, straightening up.

He had expected Y/n to be angry, to have that familiar sharp edge behind their voice. Instead, they looked up at him. As if everything was normal, as if it hadn't been thirty years since they'd last seen one another, as if they had just been together yesterday, their eyes met his.

"I... it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too." they replied after a moment's thought, "What are you doing up this late?"

"You know me, sleep is not my preferred way to pass time."

"I meant what are you doing in the hall, but sure. Yeah, I know you."

"That darling Charlie asked to see me."

Y/n scoffed, shaking their head with a tired smile.

"Of course she'd... yeah."

They stood in the hall facing one another. Just a few feet apart. The silence was thick.

"You seem happy."

"I am." Y/n nodded, "Charlie is a great kid. I was pissed when Lucifer first asked me to look after her, I'll admit it but, she has grown on me."

"I didn't know you were acquainted with the big man. I thought you despised all authority figures."

Y/n looked critically at Alastor, over his whole being. He felt they were looking into his very soul, the heart of all his intentions and desires. He felt absolutely naked in the worst way under their gaze.

"No, just overlords. Especially ones who make deals for the souls of others. It's a stupid and outdated system. Even the best of them like Rosie abuse their power to get what they want."

It was a well sharpened arrow, the remark. Perfectly aimed. Alastor had, after all, introduced the small group inhabiting the hotel to Husk and Nifty just that afternoon. Y/n turned their back to Alastor.

"She has big dreams and the passion to see them through. I believe in her. Don't... don't fuck this up for her, Alastor."

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Next Part -> Rapture

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[rileyglas]

The List ~Pt. 4 - Corruption~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: An intense evening with Alastor starts to corrupt your judgment. Your list and morals are put into question as you start to uncover his intentions with you and the full scope of your abilities.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), Smut (oral and fingers), brief mentions of blood and bodily harm, cursing, fluff, actual plot, slow burn, and of course 18+ MDNI

3.3k Words (Ya'll wanted longer chapters so here ya go)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (You're on it!) Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

Had someone told you two months ago that you’d be sitting in an Overlord’s bed with his head in your hands, you’d have called them insane. Tonight though, it was your reality. Just try to keep a clear head. You pull away from the grip Alastor has on your wrists but keep your body close to his. “I don’t understand. Why do you feel like you need to protect me? I’m just some sinner here for a chance at –"

Apparently, that was the wrong answer.

The Radio Demon’s antlers grow and his eyes flash to dials. Before you can register what’s happening he has you pinned into the bed by your shoulders, placing all his weight down as he climbs on top of your body. I’m so fucked. “Why do you insist on lying to me my dear? Do you consider me a fool? I could sense your power the second I walked into that meeting, and I felt your presence as soon as you crossed the hotel doors. Oh-ho no, you’re no ordinary,” he leans closer, “ - filthy sinner.”

His tone was taunting, nearly playful, contrasting with his agitated demon form. Two minutes ago he was pressing kisses into your skin saying he would never hurt you and now he’s trying to intimidate you? He might know more than you had initially thought, but this ‘almighty/all knowing’ attitude is starting to test your patience. You’ve tried being the sweet, helpless sinner long enough. I’ve always enjoyed playing with fire, Radio Demon – two can play your game.

A giggle bubbles out of your chest. “Oh, you sense my power? Then it is quite laughable you’d think I’d ask for someone to protect me. Especially…someone like you.” The lights in the room flicker violently causing all the bulbs to burst. Alastor disappears into his shadow as the room dims. Finally free from his weight you jump up from the bed, pausing to allow your eyes to adjust. The room was dark, but the faint light from the bayou granted some visibility. “I know you’re still here Alastor. Don’t waste your energy trying to scare me. I’ve faced far mor---” a force slams into your shoulder, pushing you to the other side of the room.

With a solid thud your body hits the wall but your head is braced by a hand. You can feel Alastor’s warm breath once again on your face. He towers over you, holding the back of your head while caging you in with his other arm. His lips find your ear, “Continue to question my competence or my power and I will have to remind you who…I…am.” You shudder from the rush of adrenaline surging through your body. He pulls back to study your face, awaiting your next move. Rule #4̷͈̔.̸̹̋ ̵̣̆N̴̤͘e̸̼̎v̸̥̂e̴̫̿r̴̤̆ ̶̲̑ĺ̶̖ē̷̖t̵̞̅ ̴̮̿y̴̘͊õ̵̬u̴̻̓r̶̥͌ ̷͙̿w̴̨̒e̸̺̎a̶̻̿k̸̮͋n̶̢͝e̵͇͛ṣ̶̏s̶͕͘è̸ͅs̸̬̔ ̶͎̈s̵̺̿ȟ̵͚ő̴͖w̵͔͝

I might regret this later but fuck it. “Remind me then.” You breathily tease. The demon’s pupils grow, and his smile widens, “As you wish, ma chère.”

Alastor’s lips crash into yours with a hungry passion - his tongue immediately begging to taste your mouth. The hand behind your head was now entwined in hair, gripping the base of your skull. The other hand forcefully pushed on your lower back to make your body flush with his. You throw your arms around his neck to deepen your kiss and feel - Oh my God…he’s completely hard. Did my defiance give him that much of a thrill? This was not how I thought tonight would play out. A warmth starts between your legs from his kiss alone. The initial plan to push the demon to his breaking point is being rapidly replaced with the desire to break him in other ways.

Your head is abruptly ripped back, making you cry out in pain and frustration. His fingers hold your hair tight as he moves your head to look up at him. “I tried to be gentle with you darling, but it seems like you prefer to make things more…. interesting.” Alastor uses his grip on your hair to drag you across the room, tossing you onto the bed.

The force of his hand reignites your initial rage, “What the fuck is your ---" his lips press back into yours. Pulling himself on top of you he pushes a knee between your legs, putting pressure on your clothed heat and making you push into him. A smug laugh rumbles in his chest. You grasp his vest to pull him closer, but he breaks away yet again to grab your hands - pinning them to either side of your head.

“Quite a position you’ve gotten yourself in dear. What was that about not needing my protection?” he leans over and drags his long tongue up your jawline forcing a whimper out of your throat. “Ah it seems your body betrays you. It’s crying out for me, isn’t it?” Letting go of your hands he snaps his fingers, queuing for his shadow to slide your pants down. The sudden rush of cold sends chills over your bare skin. Show SOME restraint. Don’t just lay here and let him think he’s in charge.

“I might be slightly unraveled but from what I see, you aren’t as in control as you think.” Your hand palms the prominent bulge behind his zipper. He freezes, having not expected you to touch him so aggressively. Using one hand to undo his belt and pants button, you use the other to continue to tease him through his clothes. “Seems like you’re the one who needs me.” you say slipping your hand under his boxers, starting to rub up and down his length. Alastor’s eyes roll back, and a deep growl settles in his chest. Got him.

To your surprise, Alastor is (for once) at a complete loss for words. He hangs his head as he grinds against your hand. You drink in the beautiful moans dripping from his lips with every stroke your hand delivers. The breathy sounds of his pleasure make you squirm under him.

You swear you hear a husky “no” when you pull away. Looking up, his eyes darken and his voice rumbles like gravel, “Mmmm, that’s it.”

Oh shit…

Alastor gets up and grabs your hips, ripping them to the edge of the bed. You hiss when his nails dig into your skin, creating red droplets around each of his fingers. He lowers himself to his knees and traces the cuts with his mouth – eagerly drinking up what little blood had spilled. Uhg – Cannibals.

There’s no time to process the stinging on your skin before you feel his teeth at your thighs, making a trail of bite marks and kisses up to your heat. He pauses to look at your now soaked slit, flashing you a wicked smile as hooks one of your legs on his shoulder and kisses just around where you needed him to be. You buck slightly, giving him all the permission he needs to begin devouring you, flicking his tongue and suckling like it was his last meal.

Your hand slides into his hair, being mindful not to grab his ears or antlers. You tighten your grip, pulling a groan from Alastor before you start to grind into the warmth of his mouth. Feeling your body plead for more, he hastily thrusts in two of his fingers, massaging in and out while your walls spasm around him. You feel him hum in amusement as his tongue continues to lap at your heat, your breathless whines fueling his hunger.

Tears begin to sting your eyes. The tension was too much, “Wait –  no - not yet!“ you try to push away but he hooks onto your thigh, forcing you down onto his mouth. Looking down you meet his eyes, his stare silently begging you to surrender to him. You give in as your head and eyes roll back in sheer bliss. “F-fuck - Alastor!“ you call out to him as an unfamiliar blaze ripples through your body. You reach a point of no return – no logical thoughts, no background noise. Your only focus is to ride out your own resolve.

Alastor gently works you through the high. As your spasms ease up, he pulls away completely. You watch him remove his fingers and put them to his lips - licking each one clean. You can’t help but be in awe of the erotic view – hair disheveled, shirt mostly unbuttoned, and the glow of the bayou casting over his face as he savors the mess you’ve become, the mess he’s made of you. “Is this all it takes to make you beg for me, ma chère?”

A cheeky smile spreads across your face while you set yourself up on your elbows “Beg? I don’t beg for any man.”

“Oh darling…” he crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You’ll soon find out I’m far greater than any man. Let’s pick up this little conversation tomorrow, shall we?” Before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, making the world around you quickly fade out and back in. Just like that you were back in your room and on your own bed.

What in the actual fuck just happened? You stand up from your bed, still completely bare from the waist down. Could have at least sent me back with my pants, asshole. 

As if hearing your thoughts you see a shadow slip under your door delivering your neatly folded slacks then bolting right back out. How the - you know what, no. I’m too tired for this shit. 

Any other night you would have stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing for the next day, but not tonight. Your eyes close before your head hits the pillow.

Between helping Angel then Alastor throwing you around, you wake up feeling like you got hit by a train as expected. You drag yourself out of bed and head into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower will help wash away some of the tension. Removing your shirt you begin to examine your naked body in the mirror. Your shoulder was turning an ugly shade of green and smaller bluish-purple bruises riddled your arms, hips, and thighs, reminding you of every place his fingers touched. Guess he was rougher than I thought. You shake your head and laugh – realizing the twisted satisfaction you feel seeing the aftermath of the night’s events.

Your body welcomes the sting of the hot water as you step inside the shower.  Closing your eyes, you begin to relax while your mind wanders.  

Alastor was quite an enigma. He said he could ‘sense’ your power which surprisingly didn’t worry you as much as you thought. Oddly enough it felt like a small weight off your chest having someone in the hotel finally know some truth, though you would have preferred it to be someone, anyone, other than Alastor. What truly troubled you was the lengths he seemed prepared to go to earn your trust. He was a powerful demon Overlord; he had an arsenal of ways to get what he wanted – fear, torture, bribery, death etc. Hell, with his reputation you were half expecting him to offer up a deal – but he didn’t. Why bother kissing me? Why be so vulnerable? Was he just trying to get a rise out of me? Trick me? Of course he was. Did he really think I would magically trust him just because he made me -

Three loud knocks at the door jolt you out of your thoughts. “What’s up!?”

“Just checking in! You missed breakfast and the usual afternoon activities. Everything okay?” Charlie’s sweet voice called back to you. Damn I slept through the day?

“Oh sorry to worry you, just not feeling – I have a bad headache. Could you please send Nifty up with some tea? Thank you!” You really didn’t feel like leaving your room today anyway. If Alastor wanted to pick up your little chat so badly, he knew where to find you.

Finding out the day was already halfway over; you finish up your shower and get dressed in comfortable clothes - sweatpants and a large off the shoulder tee. No use dressing up when you have zero intentions on leaving your room or seeing anyone, other than Nifty of course. Unfortunately, the hot shower only temporarily relaxed your sore body – the pain in your back and shoulders once again begin to throb. You decide to kick back in bed with a book while awaiting tea.

You don’t even look up from your book when someone knocks at your door, “Come on in Niff – just set it on the dresser, please and thank you.” The door opens and your ears ring. Of course. I should have guessed.

“Well good evening my dear. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to hide away from me. Did we not agree that we’d continue our conversation today?” Alastor hums as he walks into the room. He might not have been who you expected but at least brought the tea you asked for.

“Good thing you know better.” You jeer. Although you’re apprehensive of his illusively true intentions, you can’t help but smile at him looking so affable, pouring two cups of tea, and sitting himself on the side of your bed. “I’m just not feeling great, that is all. I’m tired and achy.” Reaching for the cup, your shirt moves to expose your bruised shoulder.

His eyes immediately lock onto your discolored skin. “And that wouldn’t be because of our little…altercation…would it?” his gaze wonders to see the marks speckled down your arms. His usually harsh stare softens as he sees what he did. Is that remorse?

“You didn’t hurt me if that’s what you’re asking. I usually feel like this after…” Stop stop STOP TALKING. Rule #2̷̦͒.̶̛͚ ̷̠͌N̶̰̄e̵̞͗v̸̹͝e̶̘̾r̶̜͋ ̵͉̌t̷̤̑e̶̹͒l̸̮̇ĺ̵͔ ̵͙̇á̴̠ ̷̦̅s̷̰̓ǫ̷̔u̵̺̅l̶̼͐ ̸̜̿w̶̪̆h̷͇̽a̶̡͠t̸̙́ ̷̖͠(̵̪̐o̶͖̾ȑ̴̨ ̶͓̊h̵̻͗o̸͎͠ẅ̵̢ ̶̝̕m̸̧̈́ṵ̵̔c̴̳̉h̵̡̀)̶̖̌ ̴̓͜p̵̡͐ö̴̡w̷͈̏ȅ̵̫ŕ̷͚ ̴̗͛y̷̳̔ó̴͙ư̷̞ ̶͔͘h̵̥̍a̴͍͘v̶̬̚é̵͈

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, “After - what exactly? Wouldn’t have anything to do with why you fainted last night, would it?”

He obviously knows something.

You avoid his question, “You said last night you can sense me. What exactly does that mean?” Alastor sighs as he sets his cup down. He reaches for your hands like he did the night before, only this time he held them tightly in his, “Close your eyes.”

“Uhm - Excuse me?”

He huffs, “Have I not made it clear that I have no intention in hurting you?”

“I mean – “ you motion towards your bruises.

“Just close your damn eyes.”

You reluctantly close your eyes and listen to his instruction, “Concentrate on what you feel, and I mean really dig deep into the feeling your power gives you.” Okay fine I’ll play along, what’s the worst that can happen? You take a deep breath and focus on the flutters your stomach usually felt when you made a contract with a sinner. Of course you could feel the power each one gave you. The human soul was like pure energy, it was no wonder their collection was used to feed the Overlord hierarchy.

Feeling a pull, Alastor puts your palms flush to his chest. Your small flutters explode into full body vibrations - an intense static floods your veins and your hands begin to glow the soft pink you so often had to hide. The feeling makes you pull back in a panic. Damn him! How?  

He responds to your look of shock with a breathy chuckle as stands up from the bed. Running his fingers through his hair, he looked all too pleased with himself. The arrogant reaction snaps what little patience you had left with him. You heatedly stand up as pink flames burst from your body and eyes while two small black horns crack through your skull. “What the HELL are you trying to get at Alastor? Why toy with me if you know so much already!? What the fuck do you want from me?” your voice was fierce but low. I don’t need Charlie or anyone else to hear me.

A smile crosses Alastor’s face, wider than you’ve seen before. His face would probably split if it went any wider. “Oh my dear, your demon form is beautiful.” He says coolly, placing a hand on your arm and hooking the other under your chin. His touch quickly brings you back to normal form. “Please sit, I can explain everything.”

“I don’t trust you,” you say as you both sit back down on the edge of the bed. His brows furrow at your statement, “Just hear me out?” You nod for him to continue.

“I took a…. sabbatical…seven years ago. When I returned, I felt drawn somewhere. My body began to ache from the pull. I could never figure out where I needed to go - until I walked into that meeting and felt you.”

“I’m…not following.”

“You know how magnets work? A negative charge and positive charge attract, or rather, are drawn to each other. Once together they create a force that can be unbreakable. The power we both possess does exactly that.” He grabs your hands again, flashing you a look of…is that excitement?

You’re skeptical of his idea, it sounded insane. Stupid even. But it made sense. You also felt the pull and ringing whenever he was around. As for opposites attract, that couldn’t be truer to the two of you. He rose to power by causing pain and carnage, abusing the souls he collected for his own gain. Meanwhile you were doing the exact opposite - protecting, healing, doing good for damned lesser souls.

“Okay say I believe all this - Seems like you would only want to use me and keep me around to feed your own power-hungry needs. I will not be some pet, locked away and only played with when it is convenient for you!” Your words come out involuntarily tearful. A pain burns in your chest at the realization that you wanted him to want you. Rule #3̸̭͗.̴̠̇ ̴͔̉N̷̙̉e̷̞͌v̶̪̾e̶̼̽r̶͍̈́ ̶̜̏b̷͈́ȓ̸͈ì̶̲n̶͚̍g̶̣̕ ̸̙̀a̷̼̚n̷̠̆y̶̺̕ö̶̫́n̷̯̈́e̶̤̅ ̷̯̽ť̷̪o̴̻̾o̵̱̚ ̷͙̃c̵͙̽l̴̞̋o̷̦̓s̵̪̎e̸̦̚

Seeing the worry flash across your face, Alastor grabs you with both hands and presses his lips into yours. Last night his kiss felt lustful and hungry. Not tonight. Right now, he kissed you like he would lose everything if he couldn’t have you.

He breaks the embrace, resting his forehead on yours, “I was never a good man. I will never be redeemed, nor do I want that for myself. I am selfish and possessive over the things I want. I will not lie to you, I want power. But I also want you. Not as a pet. Not as a tool. As an equal. Working together, not even the King of Hell can stand against us.” His words were calculated, voice smooth like whiskey – and you were drinking in every drop.  

The list. Stick to the list. This has death written all over it. You can’t help anyone if you’re (more) dead, come on use the LIST! Rule #1̷̨͠.̷̗̓ ̴̡͝N̴͙̒e̶͐ͅṽ̷̬ẽ̴̲r̶̖͗ ̵̟́t̸̥̕ṛ̵̃ȗ̴̢s̶̙̃t̵̠̕ ̸̛̜à̶̭ǹ̷̫ọ̶͂ṯ̵̃h̸̢̒e̶̜̋r̶̳̒ ̸̯̓O̴̳̓v̷̖͑e̴͎̅r̸̮̀l̴̼͐o̶͚̕ȑ̴͕d̸̝̎

You pull his hands away, holding them between your fingers as you draw nervous little circles in his palms. “Alastor this is…a lot to take in. Your words are striking, but I need more. Prove I can trust you. Prove you want me by your side. Then maybe, maybe, I will consider your offer. Until then, I think it’s best we don’t speak about this to anyone. Deal?”

Alastor’s smile was soft with half-lidded eyes. “Consider it, a deal.” He leans into you as green and pink light flashes around the room. Your first deal with the Radio Demon, sealed with a kiss. 

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Alastor x daughter!Reader (Platonic)

So, I finally gave in and watched the series. It was cool but the pacing was a bit too fast for me and sometimes i felt like it was deviating way too much from the original plot for such a short series. But wow, y'all were right about Alastor. He stole the show. I wanted to write something for him, but I was not sure how to proceed given that he is aroace (tremendous irony considering that I might be aroace irl). Nothing seemed to fit, given that this dude has never had a bit of romance in his life and refuses to do so. But I came accross a wonderful fic about Alastor having an adopted daughter who became an angel, and everything made sense to me. I saw the light. Whoever you are, I will find your fic again, like it, and reblog it.

Big reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason. TW: gory elements, blood, near decapitation, implied death threat towards a child.

This is not proof read. So please excuse any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

Part I (You are here!)｜Part II｜Part III

This deer man has never shown interest in neither romance nor sex. So the only logical conclusion is that he adopted you when you were just a baby.

He found the idea of having that much power and control over someone amusing, molding them just the way he desired.

How unexpected it was for him to suddenly find that it was you who had him wrapped around your little finger and not the other way around!

But how could he not adore you! You were delightful! You were his little fawn, always so sweet and loving, he would have thought his own beloved mama had been secretly raising you from the afterlife!

Oh, with how much joy your eyes filled when you saw your papa return home after a long day at work! He was your everything, always smiling and fun loving, but also knowing where to draw the line.

He absolutely loved singing to you, his tunes filled with rythm along with the smoothness of his voice were enough to give you a full night of sleep filled with sweet dreams.

And while you dreamed... Your dad was outside, creating nightmares.

He made sure you never got to see that side of him. You were too naive and pure, your light could become corrupted.

Very overprotective father. Always subtly controlling who are you hanging out with and how much time (he would despise having to share his beloved child's attention with someone else) "Darling, I think you have already played enpugh with X I'm sure their parents miss them." (and if they don't, they WILL).

Finding about your Papa's double life would be entirely on accident. One day, he would take you to his job at the radio station, and some drunk and racist asshole would harass you on the streets, terrifying you out of your mind. Your dad kept a calm and collected expression never once losing that charming smile of his, but you could tell something was off. He quickly brushed it off, casually reminding you that it was just your terrified imagination playing tricks on you.

That night, your papa was taking too long from the station, so you decided to come and get him (dunno how safe the streets would be for a child that time because reader is about 13-14 years old). You wished you had waited and stayed home. Because the only light was coming from the recording studio, and peeking through the small opening, your blood froze in your veins.

Your Papa was pushing off himself the dead body of the same man that had assaulted you early that day. His pristine white shirt that he always made sure to keep in perfect conditions was drenched with blood that was quickly drying up.

You quietly tiptoed your way back to the entrance, wondering how you weren't heard given how loud your heart was hammering in your chest.

You felt like your entire world had come crashing down, and as you returned home, you tried your best picking up the remaining pieces.

Your beloved father would never do something like that, right? There had to be a misunderstanding. That was it. That man had viciously assaulted you earlier that day, maybe he came back and tried to attack your dad at his job? It had to be self defense. That was the only option.

Your dad seemed to be breathing heavily, probably from the adrenaline rush from having had to take a life in self defense, but had you not been so shocked and scared, maybe you would have noticed the manic glee in his eyes and the way his smile had widened into something outright demonic.

You decided you would never tell anyone. Yes, it was horrifying that it had ended up like this, but telling anybody could get your dad in serious trouble and in this case he was not the one to blame.

So you kept quiet. Tried to act as normal as you could in front of your father and everyone else. If Alastor noticed, he never told. Everything seemed back to normal, until...

Until one day someone knocked at your door. A police officer. He seemed to be asking questions about the guy you saw your dad kill, protect himself from, a week ago. He was the son of some big shot from the city. A very important one. Rats.

He had come knocking on your door because some witeness had said that the very same day of his murder he had saw him in an altercation with your dad. Double rats.

It was amazing how your father didn't lose composure at all, not even for a second, always keeping a calm smile on his face while he patiently described the events of that day. You could barely refrain from shaking, how was he so relaxed?.

You knew your father was lying, he had to. What else could he do? Confess that that man had assaulted him again at his studio at night and he had to fight for his life? He would be hanged. No one would believe his word against that of a rich white man.

When the officer left, you thought that would be the end of it, your father's charms having won him over as always.

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened a week later.

The first red flag would have been having your father letting you stay at a friend's house for the night. That never happened. Your father always insisting very dramatically that if he were to be apart from you for an entire night he would surely die of grief!

But that day something seemed... Weird. Your father had a determined look on his face and gave you no explanation when you asked if there was something wrong.

You couldn't sleep, there was this nagging at the back of your head that was practically screaming at you that you should return home right now.

You quietly sneaked out of your friend's house in the middle of the night and made your way back home. That unnerving feeling growing inside your mind. 'Just a quick peek, just to make sure he's alright and I'll go back to my friend's'

The lights at your home were on, but it was so dim you could barely make out anything. It was coming from the basement. Someone was humming a tune, you recognized your father's voice.

There was a terrible smell coming from there, like rotten fruit mixed with burning trash. It made you gag, but at the same time you needed to know what was going on there.

Curiosity killed the cat, that was your father always told you.

On top of the wooden table, laid a dead body that you sadly knew too well. It was the police offcer that had come home to interrogate you a week ago. His chest had been cut open and some organs seemed missing. His head had been nearly torn from his body and was only hanging by a few tendons in his neck. The blood was forming a sticky puddle on the floor.

If that wasn't horrifying enough for you the worst part had to be the look on your father's face. Joy. Pure unbridled joy and elation. It chilled you to the bone.

You tried to take a step back, tried to return to you friend's house and forget everything, pretend this had never happened. But your shoe got stuck. And you fell backwards.

That caught Alastor's attention. His joyful expression changed into one of confusion, but never once losing his smile.

"Y/N?" He asked flatly.

You bolted. You didn't know what to do where to run, but you knew you had to escape before he caught you.

You could hear him giving chase, calling your name. You could see him getting close, reaching for you.

What you didn't see was the truck that ended it all.

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All jokes and horny aside(I do love horny and specific position only🙏 and them fighting over everything always ever and ooc fun scenarious) radioapple are so interesting to think about, about their dynamics, and the characters in general. So I will!

As they are in canon now, Lucifer did not care for Alastor plus the general disgust(and guilt) towards sinners. And then the song happened and Alastor became Lucifer's enemy number one xD If Alastor will drop it, Lucifer won't have a reason to hate on him, but initial negative imperssion is still there.

And Alastor, he is a mysterious guy. The abusive dad is still a theory, him being momma boy and therefore connecting with women better doesn't say anything about his dad situation. The Lilith's deal is also just a theory for now. So for me his immediate negative reaction comes from the same place as his annoyance at Carmilla disregarding him. He wants to be on the top, the most unknown, the most powerful one, the most scary one. He loves attention, he loves keeping everyone alert with his antics.

And he loves being in control, his plans going exactly the way he wants them, not that he can't improvise. He immediately tenses when he sees the sign welcoming dad, he knows. The King of Hell has the ultimate power, the ultimate influence, the ultimate importance. Alastor does not mind someone being more than him in something like he is politely neutral with Zestial. But the hotel carries importance for Alastor's plans so he feels threatened. Before with Charlie's daddy issues I guess he did not expect to see him anytime soon. But here he is, threatening to pull Charlie from his influence, from her needing his powers.

But then we see him being completely chill and not antagonistic at all. One of the reasons I think is that he let his stim out, for a reason being restricted in his activities, the deals he can make, the souls he can take, the kills. And because Charlie needed Lucifer to arrange a meeting with Heaven, something that only Lucifer can do. And that's it. So he lets go for a bit.

Who knows what dynamic season 2 will bring, now that Lucifer stays at the hotel and Alastor took a hard blow at his ego and reputation.

In the wiki it is stated Alastor dislikes people who are like him, but likes people who are more like him, but who knows where is this line. He also said to like Willy Wonka character for being an entertainer and a dick. And Lucifer was told to be like that character. For now Lucifer is a depressed sad baby, but we saw how he can be when he is fucking with others. Alastor likes fun, no matter how this fun is done. Potentially he can enjoy Lucifer's presence. Not to mention, he respects power, at least when the whatever deal with Alastor is done, potentially.

Don't know how prevalent this is now, but both seem to enjoy collecting certain things, like ducks and those firby toys. Both were drawn to dance-vibe with each other.

Speaking of, both love music and play instruments, they can totally jam with each other, making their own little concerts.

Lucifer's idea of sinners will be definetely challenged with Alastor. It's one thing to meet a nice sinner and think 'ah they are not like everyone else'. But it's a completely different thing when this sinner is exactly what you hate about them, the maniac who loves violence. And then you have to come to terms that even THEY can become better, can have something to them. Lucifer drowned himself in guilt and shame, it would be nice to get a bit in touch with people in Hell. Because it seems like he stays away from most things sinners bring with themselves.

Alastor was told to like theatres, so it would be nice for them to go together, to try and see something good from humanity even in Hell. Something that can still keep not being corrupted. And humans creativity and artistism can definetely spark more hope back to Lucifer.

And I think Lucifer would appreciate someone who treats him as equal, it doesn't look like he cares much about being a King, so having someone who will not shy away at punching first can be good.

Lucifer's main support of course would be Charlie(and hopefully hotel crew), but having someone who he can rely to get things actually done is pleasant. He is a King of Hell but he doesn't often act like one, he surely will benefit from someone who can act appropriately spooky. (He can get scary, but I think he needs to get MAD mad for this side of him to appear and at that point you better have Charlie around to calm him down)

And they have to keep the beef part of their interactions, it's just fun to have someone you can freely argue with with no hard feelings afterwards, just a battle of words, their interests don't always aligning. And it's fun to mindlessly banter about them. Like their sweet and bitter food preference, or cooking techniques, etc. Small irrelevant things, or maybe even some clash of ideals, but it is oh so fun to let yourself go lose and not hold back.

It would be nice for them to develop mutual respect and learn to care about each other's boundaries, be it the painful personal history, or choices of leading the relationship.

Yes, the aroace situation. Start with simple, I do not believe Lucifer is straight(nor NT xD) and he is perfectly sex-positive(he started with no experience and no shame either xD). He is more on a demi spectrum for me, getting excitedly horny only with close people(one-times can happen, it's a grey(literally) area). And Alastor... he is touch-aversed until you are close, then the touching is required(both gentle and playful and rough, depending if he wants to sooth himself or get energised or let the stim out). The same with the bed situation. He gets attracted long after all the other bonds are formed. He is sex-indifferent, never wanted with anyone so never went there. He is perfectly content with himself. And when it starts, yet again, depending on what it feels like in the moment.(cannibalism was not the only thing he grew to like in Hell(¬‿¬))

[sugoi-writes]

First Time, First Deal - Alastor x Reader - Part Two

A/N: I'm back! As promised, a part two with some spice and a little angst towards the end. Because of COURSE. Please enjoy~

"O-Of course... make me yours, Alastor."

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The Demon before you needed little encouragement. At your word, his lips pressed first to your ankles, snaking their way up your calves, your knees... His urge to bite and mark you were being held back, wanting to ensure that the first time spent together brought you no pain... At least, for now.

He was surprised by your voice, the way it rose and waned like your body's colors. The more he kissed, the more sturdy you felt in his grasp. You were soft, heavenly soft: like your body had been sculpted by hand. It was an intoxicating feeling, he had to admit... one that had the darker parts of his mind drifting.

He kept his resolve firm as his kisses reached the roundest part of your thighs, angling his gentle caresses inward towards your core. Your breath was held, unable to be let go as Alastor's face came closer and closer to your pulsing need.

Gentle, careful hands came around the sides of your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your undergarments. While pressing another kiss to your abdomen, his eyes flickered up to yours. Wordlessly, he asked for permission; a hasty nod was his only reply.

Alastor chuckled, instead leaning further inward," Dear, if you weren't my current muse and confidant..." he purred, teeth hooking onto the hem of your underwear.

Your heart nearly stopped as your undergarments were pulled down by Alastor's razor sharp teeth. Somehow, your body moved on its own, lifting your hips to assist him.

"I would have torn you apart just then... all too tempting to devour, even now~"

You trembled as your bare sex was exposed, making you stammer through a sigh. Eyes locked onto him, you whisper," Right now, I don't think I would mind... it'd be a-- interesting way to die again..."

Alastor's grin grew wickedly, as a long, wet stripe was drawn on your right inner thig.

"Tempting... but for you, I'll grant you a more satisfyingly 'quick death'..." Alastor rebukes, your head falling back. Your lips trembled as a tender kiss landed on the spot you needed most. His tongue runs along the length of your core, as if mapping you out... This, unlike the rest of your body, wasn't completely corporal yet. But as he coddled and teased, you became more solid, dangerously delicate to his sinful lips. He wished to corrupt you... to tear your apart, something FOUL... but that would have to come at a later date.

Alastor places his hands between your knees, forcing your legs to giving him more room. You wait with baited breath before Alastor begins anew with a lulling, pleasing tempo. His tongue was a hot, molten muscle... a sensation that made you burn and yearn for more.

Your hands shakily support your weight as you try not to fall backward, eyes peering down at the sight between your legs. As Alastor's eyes fluttered closed, a pleased groan reverberating through your cunt. You jolt, the sudden, intense sensation making you quake. Alastor chuckles, the sensation from his voice stirring you again.

"Wh-wha-- Oh my Go-- how???" Questions flooded your mind as your sentences came out in disjointed babbles. Your partner's minstrations made you shake with pleasure.

Alastor sends a knowing grin your way, humming as he swirls his tongue around your entrance. You panic and yelp, a hand flying up to stifle your wail. Can't get too carried away, lest a "wayward soul" catches you two in the act...

"My voice, I've found... has an interesting timbre to it... it can give someone quite a shock when it's close to their skin..." You practically sobbed, Alastor's voice vibrating your core more than any Earthly vibrator could. His mouth had made you feel as wet and slippery as a succubus in church... Your hand shakily moves up into your hair, pushing your fringe off of your forehead.

"O-oh my-- God, Alastor!! Y-You shouldve-- I might--!" Between the steady vibrations from Alastor's humming, and the length of time since you last got off... the knot twisting in your loins was growing dangerously tight. Alastor's grin becomes mischievous, a hand smoothing over your abdomen. With ease, he pushes you onto your back. You were just a rag doll under his guided, sensual touch. The Radio Demon pulls back momentarily with a wet pop, before licking his glistening lips.

"I find a meal more delectable when you don't have the full picture, dont you? Think of this as my secret ingredient... a trademark~" Alastor quips. Your neck cracks with how violently your head tosses back, Alastor having picked up the pace. You hear the filter in his voice grow thicker, as if cranking the volume on a toy to a higher output.

"One that- hah-- makes me want to lick my plate clean...~"

Alastor's unbashed, loose groans makes your core sing, your mind swimming through wades of white static at your impending orgasm. Your chest heaves, your toes curl in; it was sudden and with little warning. Alastor could feel you frantically tapping his cheek before you buck into his mouth, your essence soaking his lower jaw.

You quaked with relief as the sensation you hadn't felt in months washed over you, your eyes rolling back towards your skull. Alastor's skilled lips and tongue work you through your high, guiding you back to your body as your mind slows down. The both of you are panting, unsure of what should be said or done next. Was this all....? Was the contract satisfied?

You could barely see that Alastor's lips trembled, a pleased sigh rolling off his chest. Of course not.... how would you even think of being done, after seeing him like this?

You sat up on your elbows, Alastor still licking his saturated lips. You swallow thickly as you watch him try to regulate his breathing, smoothing the wrinkles in his suit. Suddenly, his legs buckle under his body, as if lightheaded. When he falls to his haunches, you spy a familiar outline in his pants... One that made your mouth dry: an outline of a hardened, WELL hung cock. You nearly moaned at the sight, sitting up fully.

"Do you... do you need some help with that? Or maybe-- maybe you would want to stop here..." Your nerves were getting the best of you, purple swirls flooding your near-pearlescent body (one that you had never witnessed before).

With an airy sigh, Alastor palms himself through his trousers, as if readjusting. He's quick to shake his head," The only condition was that you found your completion... I have no need for such things." You roll your eyes as you lean up, crawling forward. Your shaky legs burned as you finally closed the space between your lips and his, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

Alastor nearly stumbles backward, the call of a startled animal gracing your velvety lips. Alastor's mind lags, eyes blown wide. After a beat, something inside of his mind informs him to return the gesture; he did so heatedly. When you part, your eyes glisten with knowledge and desire.

"Contract be damned. If I can't add a clause... then this one is out of the goodness of my heart," you practically purred, pulling Alastor up by his blazer.

"Whatever's left of that, at least~"

Alastor's breath leaves him, as a familiar throb echoes through his body. That was a dangerous thing to say around a demon like him...

He had little time to stop you before you're both flung onto the bed, your back pressed firmly into the mattress below. Alastor searches your face for hesitation, as if looking for a way out, before he hisses from bliss. One or your warm, treacherous hands finds its place on his crotch, teasing his tense member.

"So what will it be, Alastor...? May I lay claim to you, too?" Alastor's face scrunches up momentarily. He?!? Be owned by YOU? Even in the metaphorical sense, this idea rattled him. Enraged him. He, the Radio Demon, should belong to NO ONE. And even then, he was already entangled in someone else's web...

But, your devilish little fingers were making his stance harder to uphold, his eyes fluttering as you begin to free his cock. His predicament be damned... you simply knew what buttons to press, as if your hand were hovering over them this whole time.

His precum was all that was needed to wet his member, your hand sliding along it with ease. The sensation urked him, but the dizzying pleasure he felt outshined his disdain for his own essence. He hadn't realized that your vulgar display had spurred his pleasure this much.

"You may be walking into a contract you may not be able to fulfill, my dear..." Alastor warns, his eyes wide and glowing from your teasing. His pupils flicker to dials briefly, as if to further illustrate the situation you're in. His voice oozed venom, but his body betrayed him. Your smile almost perfectly mimics his own, a heated kiss being pressed to his neck.

"Then make it a deal I can't possibly refuse...~"

---

You needed little preparation, most of which was drowned out by Alastors wide, hot mouth on yours. Like frenzied animals, you swallowed each other's moans and cries, dry humping and bumping into one another like your lives depended on it. Somehow, Alastor's hand still managed to tease and prepare you, while yours continued to bolster and engorge his member.

Alastor's face was flushed, lips swollen and puffy from your mutual assault when you parted. Clothes were not necessary, and so Alastor was rid of those moments before. As his cock glided between your petals, you again caught a glance, practically daring your to invite him in. And like a cunning vampire, he did not cross the heated ring of your threshold until your practically begged him.

Your head spun as you were speared by his cock, his length not the only impressive part of his manhood. Your eyes watered, a strangled cry hastily mangled by Alastor's lips once more. You heard the radio close by build in volume; perhaps a lackluster attempt to drown your sounds out. Alastor grips your chin tightly when he bottoms out in your silken cavern, his nose brushing yours.

"You are ONLY to make those sounds for me, and no one else... understood?" You gasped as Alastor began to move, your body shaking from the sensation. Old habits would never die, as he treated your mingling like a negotiation.

"Y-Yes sir, Alastor..." A strained groan leaves your partner as his next thrust comes faster, leaving you gapping like a fish out of water.

"I am the only one who may be graced with this ravenous display... understood?" the Demon grit out, his antlers growing in magnitude. You could barely think as you frantically nodded, your hips meeting his thrusts.

"Y-Yes, Al--ahh!! Alastor!" His teeth grazed across your neck cautiously, the location of your jugular so close to his tongue. It thrilled and frightened you to know that one bite would be all it took to end your afterlife. Alastor knew this too, his back arching as he continued to piston into you. He was surprised at how pliable your entrance was... maybe you weren't completely corporal, afterall?

No matter he thought... he would ensure that your body would become perfectly moulded to his cock, unable to stuff anything else within.

Alastor's grip on your hips began to leave marks as his pace became less careful, your breath coming out in quick, pleasured rasps. His name became an intoxicating matra to his ears.

"Yes... yes dear, just like that... Your voice may very well become the star of my next broadcast!!" You squealed as you felt his cock throb within you, arms flying up to wrap around his neck. Alastor rested his chin on the crown of your skull as he continued to seek both of your peaks.

"Y-Yes... yes, I think your shrills... your WAILS of pleasure would be--" Alastor's hips stutter as you clamp down on him. His mind was wavering, and your body cementing him back into the moment.

" N-No... no, you're right. I must have you... MINE, all mine...," he panted as his head lolled forward," How could I forget our arrangement, cher?!"

Your eyes fluttered open as Alastor's blissed out, manic laughter flooded your senses. The petname was not missed by you...

You clung for dear life as your orgasm continued to build,"I-Im yours, Al!!!"

You whined, tilting your head back before Alastor kisses your forehead," Pl-Please... please, make me cum...!" You could feel Alastor's grin strain and widen, a bemused moan leaving him.

"Only when I SAY you can cum, darling!!"

You wailed as Alastor's hips slowed, thrashing beneath the deer demon. Like wild game stuck in a bear trap, you became desperate. His eyes were malicious, tongue running across his teeth cheekily. You could feel his ego building, the control he has in this situation making him all the more hard.

"Pl-Please... fuck, Al-- I mean-- fuck me, Alastor!!"

Alastor's hips delivered a tantilizing thrust, hitting a spot that made you see the Heavens," What was that~? I can't hear you over those cute, pathetic mewls you're making~"

You could barely speak as Alastor continued the slow attack on your most sensitive spot, one that you had not felt in YEARS. You practically screamed for Alastor to fuck you silly, his laughter following a brutal revival in his pace.

" Well, well, well! That's what I like to hear~"

His cock was merciless, the grotesque sounds of flesh striking flesh drowning both of your senses. Your hands clung to anything they could grasp: his cheeks, his shoulders, his back, his hips... your hands explored him desperately. They were almost as desperate as Alastor's cock grew to be.

He was losing himself, he feared. His eyes were half lidded and focused on the way your lips parted, and the way your body recoiled and collided with his... It was almost too much, too much stimulus for him to focus on. He needed something to refocus him: one solid thing to ground him.

As Alastor panted like an animal in heat, you caught the distant look in his eyes. Your expression softened, hands shakily capturing his face. Alastor's eyes left your body, widening as they landed on your eyes again. Though lust and desire swirled in them, your underlying desire was still so pure, so genuine...

"L-Let's-- let's do it together? Okay???"

Alastor was about to retort, an attempt to take back control from the situation. To his horror, your lips were more convincing. He relented, his hips stuttering once more as he felt your walls closing deliciously around him. He could not see the heated way you collided again when you both peaked, his hips coming to a halt. He nearly winced, not meaning to cum inside of you. You didn't seem to mind, as you greedily swallowed up his grunts and fluids.

"Sh-Shit...!"

There were little movements, shaky thrusts and grinds, as the two of your spiraled back down. The room felt like it had melted into a deep void, the two of you being the only objects of interest inside. Alastor collapsed on top of you as the radio hummed quietly beside you, your eyes fluttering open.

"That was... Alastor, that was... perfect," you wheezed. Though Alastor wasn't heavy, his weight still felt suffocating after your intimate romp.

"Was it-- was it good for you, too?" You could not see the slight panic in his eyes, his face buried into your neck. His breath was still labored as his mind was racing.

"It... it was splendid, dear. Absolutely... splendid." You sigh with relief, unable to see the gears spinning in his twisted mind. You patted Alastor's back, signalling him to get up. Alastor squeezed you into a tight embrace, making you chuckle," O-Oh... didn't realize you uhh.... y-yeah, yeah we can cuddle too. I guess that's pretty normal after something like this."

Alastor could only hum in agreement as you rotated the both of you to your sides. You felt your face heat up as your felt Alastor' release slowly trickle out of you. The demon's face left your neck. Instead, he tucked you into his chest, a hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. The gesture was seen as a kind one to you... but to Alastor, it was to prevent you from seeing him like this.

You grew tired as you inhaled deeply, the smell of sex and pine mixing into your senses," I... I'll be honest, I'm not sure if I can walk, but... wake me up in a few minutes...? We can take a nap and clean up soon, 'kay?"

"Of course," Alastor replied, his characteristic filter comforting you," Take all the time you need, mon cher..." You hummed quietly, snuggling just a bit closer as you felt sleep take you.

Alastor huffed, a hand coming up to comb through his sweaty hair. This was MORE than just different... more than some deal or experiment. That felt real. TOO real. He looked down to your sleeping form, eye twitching. And how he relinquished control like that... even though you mutually wanted this... that was scary. Frightening. His shadows loomed higher over the two of you, its expression manic.

Surely he wasn't losing his edge, right? This was just a friend helping out another friend, right? You were a friend who was charming, sweet, and felt... MUCH too soft for her own good.

A taloned hand ran through your hair, surprisingly chaste... He nearly jumped out of his skin as you groaned in your sleep, relaxing into the touch. His shadow disapated. Perhaps he wasn't shaping you to his liking... Perhaps you were shaping each other?

Alastor held you close as he reflected on the experience. One that was most definitely fun and positive... but one that troubled him all the same. He MUST be careful. For both of your sakes. If he got too invested, there would be no telling what would happen to either of you. And, perhaps his most troubling thought...He realized there was, indeed, one demon in Hell that he had grown to care for.

Sleep did not wait long for Alastor... in fact, he fell victim to it swiftly, unable to wake until the next morning, to the subtle sound of your breathing...

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere! Lucifer visits the Hazbin Hotel because his daughter called him, but there he meets a human! Innocent! reader and Yandere! Alastor... Where the two of them start fighting over the reader...

Yandere Alastor vs Lucifer and Human Reader

Ha ha ha, I live for the chaos that this would be.

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“You mean, she’s alive? Not an official sinner?” Lucifer asked.

“Yep,” said Charlie, “Um… we’re not quite sure how she got down here, to be perfectly honest, but she definitely doesn’t fit the sinner criteria in looks or attitude.”

You hesitate before you give a small curtsy to the king of hell. You weren’t sure if the act was going to count against you when you actually died for real, but who knows, maybe he’d be as nice as Charlie was? Either way, Charlie was a good girl, and you wanted to help her out. Surely no one could blame you for being kind to someone, even if that someone is the King of Hell himself.

“Nice to meet you, your highness,” you say, voice timid.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a… living human,” Lucifer said, circling you, as if you were a rare exotic animal, “It’s been decades. Centuries even. And you don’t know how you got down here?”

“No, your highness,” you said, “I really don’t know what happened. I-I just ended up here somehow.”

“And no way to get back home either, I’m assuming?” he said, “How odd. Must find it terrifying down here, not to mention dangerous.”

Charlies chuckles a little, but you see a certain nervousness in her eyes. Your safety had been the talk of many stressful meetings.

“We do keep her as secure as we can,” she said, “Considering she’s so vulnerable down here she stays in the hotel pretty much all the time.”

“Ah, yes,” said Alastor, who seemed to be butting into every conversation poor Charlie was trying to hold with her father, “This little lady here, I assure you, she is under the strict protection of the hotel. The very best, as I tend to her safety personally.”

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he said it, pulling you closer to him. The touch startled you, as he wasn’t one for physical affection. In all honesty, you don’t recall him ever touching you in any way ever other than the brief handshake you had shared on meeting. You tense a little at the unexpected contact.

Lucifer’s eyes turn to Alastor and narrow. He looks at him like one would look at a spider crawling on the wall. A chill runs through you with the amount of malice in his eyes.

“… I’m sure you do,” he finally said.

His eyes return to you, a hint of curiosity in them, most of the malice gone.

“But! I’d be more than happy to assist in this matter,” he continued, “I’m not sure if there is anything we really can do as far as sending you back up to earth, but I can do my best to make sure you stay safe. Demons are fine and dandy, but there’s nothing like a royal seal of protection. You haven't made a deal, have you?”

As you shake your head, Alastor’s grip tightens, making your shoulder ache. You worry he’s going to claw through your blouse and into your skin if he’s not careful.

Saying you were uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year.

Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer would have a clear upper hand in this situation, and oh, the nostalgia you would bring! He’s had plenty of experience getting innocent, naive human women to warm up to him, both in the romantic department and outside of it. While he is a bit out of practice, if he actually tried, I could see him using all of his experience, charm, and knowledge to seduce a shy girl out of her shell.

If you’re still a living human, he’s going to be quite protective of you. You want to leave the hotel? Have you gone straight mad? Honestly, if he had it his way, Charlie wouldn’t let you out of your bedroom with those nasty sinners crawling around the hotel. Do you want to end up as corrupt and filthy as the rest of hell? Perhaps he can talk to Charlie and convince her that you need to be taken somewhere more… secure.

Once he finally moves into the hotel, the real battle is going to begin. He'll be seeing you regularly and therefore make it impossible for him to push you out of his mind. And he has to put up with Alastor's antics now on a daily basis.

While he'd like to think he's levelheaded and mature, I can see arguments with Alastor quickly spinning out of control and getting very personal and very nasty fast. The only thing holding him back from just killing him after a certain point is the fact that Charlie likes him as much as she does.

Alastor

Part of me would wonder if he actually even likes you or if he just wants to mess with Lucifer tbh.

All jokes aside, Alastor would be pissed. He knows that Lucifer is more powerful in every sense of the word, and he can’t do a thing about it. Well, at least nothing that really matters. He’s simply going to have to be more charming than Lucifer is, to the point where you prefer him.

He’s going to pull out all the stops of being a suave southern gentleman. While Lucifer will try to wow you with bombastic displays that only he can provide, Alastor will offer himself as the sweet, traditional lover that has your back. He's a distinguished romantic compared to this circus leading clown. At least that's what he'll want you to think. When it comes down to it, Alastor has far less experience than Lucifer with women and romance.

Also I see him as being one of those people who’s like, “Since I know I can’t lift myself up more, I’m dragging this asshole down to my level.” Verbally throws barbs at Lucifer, both to piss him off and to try to make him look worse in your eyes. He’d have a real hayday if he can provoke Lucifer into saying or doing something that scares you.

Even when Lucifer’s not around though, he’s the type to plant ideas in your mind that the king of hell is simply not a good match for you. He’d use his verbal skills to make Lucifer look less attractive in your eyes or to make you feel like it would be unwise to get in a relationship with the literal Devil.

I’d like to think you’d turn them both down, but they’re both too polite towards women to be that forceful with you, so instead they just butt horns for what feels like eternity over who should have you. Clearly it’s the other guys fault that you don’t want him, not yours! Then when you finally die, you go to heaven, leaving them both quite upset about the whole situation.

But if things did get ugly and push came to shove, Lucifer would definitely win. At this point in the game, Alastor doesn't stand a chance. Hope you enjoy solitary confinement!

[alastor-simp]

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacting To A Sally Face Reader

❥Summary: There's a new addition coming to the Hazbin Hotel, only one thing is off about them, the strange mask

❥Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Sally Face, Masked Reader, Headcannons.

❥Notes: I love Sally Face and Sal, and I wanted to incorporate a character like him in Hazbin Hotel and everyones reaction to them. The reader will be gender neutral. Enjoy

Charlie Morningstar🌈

🌈The fact that you wore a mask didn't phase Charlie one bit, she was more ecstatic that there would be a new person staying at the hotel.

🌈She noticed your shy demeanor around others, and decided to try to help you to open up. It took some time, but you were able to form relationships with the people around you. It quickly came out that you were kind and generous, just like Charlie, just more on the quiet side. She really admired how even when someone was being downright awful to you, you would still offer to help then or give a word of advice if they were in trouble.

🌈She always questioned how you ended up in hell, since you didn't appear to be extremely evil or murderous, so she did ask you during one of her rehabilitation exercises what lead you to hell. Once she heard about the task you had to perform, killing your family, friends, and everyone you knew to avoid the spreading of the so-called "Darkness" had her crying profusely, pulling you into a tearful hug.

🌈She saw it through the eyes of your mask that your actions were justified, that you killed to prevent a much worse fate that could have taken your family and friends from you. If there was someone who could be redeemed, it was you.

🌈The first time she saw your face was accidental, as she was coming running down the hallway, thinking of a new idea for the hotel, before rounding the corner and bumping into you, causing your mask to fly off your face. Gasping in shock, Charlie starting apologizing left and right, observing you making sure you were alright. The sight of your true face didn't shock or bother Charlie one bit, she cared more about you being okay.

🌈When you started crying, Charlie started apologizing more and more, to which you told her to stop, since that wasn't what you were crying about, you were crying cause she hadn't looked away from you, even when seeing your scarred face. Charlie began to cry as well, pulling you into a hug, "I don't care about how you look Y/N. You are my friend, always will be!" The friendship between the both of you grew more after that incident, with you being more comfortable without your mask around Charlie.

Vaggie🎀

🎀A spear was directed right at your face/mask, the second Vaggie saw you enter inside the hotel. She was suspicious of anyone who came inside the hotel, and the mask on your face only made you even more suspicious. When she saw your eyes gazing at her through the mask, showing no signs of devious intentions, she quickly calmed down, lowering the spear with a quick apology.

🎀She was happy that the hotel was getting a new resident, seeing how happy Charlie was, she still was unsure about you, probably because of your mask and also you didn't know how you ended up in hell.

🎀The both of you didn't converse much, but Vaggie's eye always saw the little actions you did around the hotel. She noticed that you were very polite with conversing with others, even Alastor. It became very apparant how similar you were to her girlfriend, being a very good listener and always trying to help.

🎀The reveal of your past came as a big shock to her, as she learned you had committed murder and the victims were your close family and friends. But, it made her stomach twist uncomfortable learning that you killed not for pleasure or because you wanted to, it was because you wanted to save them from the atrocities of the evil that was corrupting everyone on that horrible day when you were alive.

🎀If Vaggie was still an executioner angel like she was in the past, she would have killed you without hesitation, regardless of what you did , but now that she was here in hell, and upon hearing that, she couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for you. It made her question a lot about other demons in hell, if they had to do something against their will, resulting in them going to hell, when they could have been sent to heaven.

🎀The time she saw your scarred face was when she came into your room, wanting to ask you about something. Her eyes had widen a bit at the sight, since it was the first time your mask was removed. The gasp she heard from you, brought her attention back as she saw you frantically covering your face with your hands, apologizing.

🎀"Woah! Hey hey its okay." Vaggie quickly appeared in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. She waited patiently, as she saw you slowly remove your hands, scarred face at full display. She observed the large scar that runs across your face that exposed your teeth, and that you were missing an eye, seeing the open socket. "Oh, its..um..I have a prosthetic eye......sorry you had to see this." Vaggie quickly shook her head, moving her hair away from her other eye revealing her large X. "Look we match." She said with a soft smile, which earned a laugh and smile from you.

🎀She had no problems with your scars, saying that they look badass. The both of you became more buddy-buddy after that, with the both of you talking more and helping out Charlie. She had offered to show you some fighting skills with her spears, as a way to protect yourself if you ever got attacked outside of the hotel or in the hotel, which you greatly appreciated.

Angel Dust🕷

🕷Angel, honestly didn't really care much when he first saw you with a mask adorned on your face. He figured as much that you were another schmuck, interested in being redeemed.

🕷You did have him curious with how you looked like, he thought you were probably drop dead gorgeous under that mask, hiding it away from everyone to avoid getting jumped. He had attemped to pry the mask off to get a selfie with you, which earned him a loud "NO!" and a hard push away from you. Damn, alright, no takey off maskey.

🕷He did apologize in his own weird way by having you hang out with him and letting you meet his adorable pet pig, Fat Nuggets. He could not stand how shy you were, like it made you stand out a lot, especially being in hell, he knew you would end up in the wrong hands, aka Valentino. He dragged you to clubs and stuff to try to loosen up a little and go with the flow, he even asked Cherri Bomb to hang out with you to help break that shy demeanor.

��️It took him a while to realize that you weren’t like a lot of the other demons her encounter. You had a kind heart and cared a lot for your friends. He was quick to comfort you when you had told everyone why you came to hell after murdering your family. He has been in hell for a while so he was use to all the stories and gossip of what this person did to get to hell and yadda yadda, but hearing your story felt like a knife to the heart

🕷️He was your emotional support friend after this, making sure you were okay and try to prevent things that would cause you to remember your past. You did the same to him in return after he had a rough day dealing with Valentino. You had introduced him to heavy metal music which was a good stress relief to scream out all the anger he had. It wasn't his vibe, but he appreciated it. He reminded you a lot like your step brother, just a bit more feminine then gothic.

🕷️The both of you were chilling in his room, listening to some music, when Angel brought up the topic about your mask, “Hey Y/N, so…uh…what’s the deal with that whole creepy mask shtick?” He noticed your body tensed up at that, not expecting him to ask that. Heaving a sigh, your hands began to unclasp the belts that were tied around your head, letting the mask fall to reveal yourself.

🕷️Angels felt his heart stopped at the reveal, scanning the amount of scars and missing parts on your face, wondering what the hell happened to you. Slowly inching closer, his hands had move to your cheeks, tracing them softly. “It’s a prosthetic mask, Angel. I…I was shot with a shotgun in the face when I was child…and um..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence when Angel wrapped his four arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “I gotcha Y/N…I gotcha.” Angel and you both hugged in silence, his hands rubbing your back while he peppered certain parts of your face with kisses, making you red.

Niffty🪡

🪡Being the curious one that she was, she whipped around you, checking you out and wondering about your mask. The billion questions she asked you regarding your mask, made you very uncomfortable, resulting in you avoiding her.

🪡It had escalated to her popping up on your shoulder, trying to remove your mask, which you did not like. After a direct scolding from both Charlie and Alastor, she had stopped with the mask antics. She was a kind demon the more you interacted with her, despite having some psychotic tendencies. Her way of apologizing for before was baking your favorite dish and making you a cockroach crown, which was kinda cute and disturbing at the same time.

🪡Upon entering your room to clean it, she noticed the big electric guitar that was lying on the bed. Grabbing it and bringing it you, she asked what it was and could you play it. You had played a couple notes which really peaked her interest, eye sparkling with excitement. You had offered to teach her how to play, but baby steps as you didn't want her to go to extreme and smash the guitar.

🪡Her impression of you changed dramatically when she discovered about the murders you had performed, her smile going wide and she was jumping up and down with excitement. She figured you were the same like Alastor, which is why she was so excited. She was a bit confused about the reason for why you killed, not understanding what "The Darkness" was, but she didn't comment on it.

🪡Coming into your room in the morning to bring you breakfast, she noticed you weren't there, but your mask was, laying by itself on the bed. Rushing over to grab it, she admired how it looked, while also cleaning it a bit, since she was a clean freak. She turned to see you walking out of the bathroom, and continued to stare at you. Once you realized that Niffty was there, you rushed over to grab you mask, struggling to put it back on. "O-oh! Niffty! I'm sorry, I'll put this back on. I'm sorry for scaring you."

🪡You didn't hear a reply back from her , but you felt the sensations of someone standing on your shoulder. The mask was quickly ripped off, with Niffty looking at you with a smile, eye shining. "Ohhh, You look cool, like a bad boy/girl!" Seeing how sweet she was gazing at you, you called down, patting her head with a smile on your face, “Thanks Niffty.”

Husk🍺

🍺Husk had a gift a reading people, but he had a difficult time when he met you. You gave off a weird feeling that he couldn’t pick up on, maybe it was cause of the mask on your face, or something else.

🍺He kept an eye on you though, to make sure you weren’t planning something, despite being dragged here by Alastor, he still wanted to help Charlie a bit, so he wanted to make sure no one was gonna mess it up. He quickly picked up that you were kind of a wallflower, you were just there, but he saw how considerate you were of others and how you were polite you were, which shocked him a bit, thinking he had drank to much.

🍺The both of you had a simple chat from time to time when we you were at the bar. The both of you bonded over music and games, despite yours being more electronic based and Husk having a preference for card games like Blackjack. Seeing how your eyes shined from the mask made him a bit happy, he even offered to teach you.

🍺He knew the actions that demons had performed to get a one way ticket to hell were atrocious or downright evil, but the time when he heard about what you did to get into hell, made him drop his beer. No one should have to do something like that, and the fact there was absolutely nothing you could do at all made it more fucked up. Husk didn’t know how to comfort you, so he decided to just wrap one of his wings around you, patting your head saying “Sorry kid.” He formed a closer bond with you after that, literally him and Angel acted like your paternal figures, checking up on you and chatting about random shit at the bar.

🍺After a eventful drinking contest one night, both you and Husk were passed out drunk on the bar table. Groggily walking up, Husk removed his head from the table and stretched, eyes scanning over to check on you. His eyes widen a bit, noticing that your mask had unclasped itself, showing your real face. He noticed the scarred tissue and the part where your teeth were exposed on your lip, “what the hell happened to you?” He thought, but he knew questioning you about it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

🍺He patted your head, which woke up up, eyes fluttering open slowly. As you sat up, head pounding from all the alcohol, you quickly realized that your mask had come off, causing you to let out a shriek, grabbing the mask quickly and trying to put it back on, “oh Husk…um…it’s…uh…did you….ummm…..how much did you…….” As you rambled on, Husk called your name, which alerted you enough to stop. “Hey kid. It’s okay. Calm down. Whenever you feel comfortable talking about it, I’m right here for ya.” He gave you a smile and rubbed your head, which you accepted, muttering a “thank you.”

Alastor🦌

🦌Al's eyes immediately were drawn to you the second you entered inside the hotel. Well well, who were you? The mask only intrigued him more, questioned going around his head wondering who this masked sinner was.

🦌He was always teasing you, poking your mask from time to time with his microphone, to even drawing a smile on it since he always says your never fully dress without one. You knew he meant well and was just being silly, but his habits involving your mask were getting annoying. He cooled it down after a talk from Charlie, but that wasn't gonna stop him from being closer to you, after all he found you mildly entertaining.

🦌He did admire how affectionate you were with others, including himself. Him being the radio demon, the most powerful overlord in hell, he expected you to fear him greatly, but you just carried on being near him, being kind and always read to have a nice chat.

🦌The both of you talked about music from time to time. You had force him to listen to the band you liked "Sanity's Fall" saying how good it was. Alastor still could not understand the appeal of metal music, but he admired your fondness for it, laughing a bit when you shook your head to the beat and loud screaming.

🦌Alastor still couldn't figure out how you ended up in hell, seeing as how you were so different from the other wayward sinners he had encountered. It took some prodding, but he eventually found out from you that you had committed murder and was nicknamed "The Sally Face Killer", His smile widen, realizing you had indulge in a little killing, reminding him of his youth. The feeling was short lived though when you further explained that the killings you performed were of your friends and family, due to the influence of an entity called the "Endless One" and a cult called the "Devourers of God." The smile on Al's face almost disappeared upon hearing that, powers surging and static increasing in the air, he wanted to find all of those cult members and that entity and broadcast their screams in hell.

🦌The day he saw your true face was when he was teaching you how to dance, honestly you had no idea how much stamina he had. The quick turns and sudden movements cause your mask to go flying, hitting Al's chest. Al stopped moving entirely and saw you crumple to the floor, hands covering your face, yelling "Don't Look!" Al was unsure of what to do, as he was not well tapered in the acts of comforting. Bending down, Al had placed his hands on your shoulder, trying to appease you, "There is no need to hide yourself from me! Come now! Show me your face!" His tone was kind, static missing from his voice. After a few minutes your hands had removed itself from your face, showing Al the face hidden behind the mask.

🦌His crimson eyes scanned over every feature on your face, observing the large scar that cut your lip and the missing cartilage from your nose. He was completely silent which mad you nervous, until he spoke, "Who did this to you?" Looking at his eyes, he was serious, demonic symbols surrounding him. Heaving a sigh, you told him the tale of what happened, how you were on a picnic with your family, and came upon a man wearing a dog mask. Being a child you had no idea what was happening, even when the shotgun was being drawn towards you. Next thing you knew your mother had jumped in to save you, resulting in her death, as the bullets pierced her stomach through her, and hitting you in the face, disfiguring you permanently.

🦌Alastor eyes had turned soft when you told him everything, hands that were placed on your shoulder, had wrapped around your back, pulling you into a awkward hug, since Al still wasn't use to actions like this. "I'm sorry for the misfortune that has fallen upon you. It is heart-wrenching that your mother met her tragic end, she did it to save your life. You are here alive now, because of her. As for your mask, there is no need to hide your scars, embrace them." Al couldn't see your face anymore, but he heard the little laugh coming from you as you pulled away from him, smiling at him for the first time.

🦌He and you had become more friendlier with one another after that, bringing you inside his radio tower during his broadcasts and even introducing you to Rosie, who immediately adored you. Unbeknownst to you, Al made it his mission to locate anyone who was apart of the cult, including the foul man who killed your mother. He couldn't wait to tear them apart limb from limb.

Sir Pentious🐍

🐍Well, Sir Pentious didn't know what to make of you when you first stepped into the hotel. He was been in hell for a long time, so he was use to seeing strange and uniquely shaped demons, but never has he encountered one wearing a mask.

🐍He did see how comfortable Charlie and Vaggie were when talking to you, so he decided to be a proper gentleman and introduce himself to you, "It issss a pleasssure to meet you. My name is Sssssir Pentioussssss." The both of you extended hands out and shook them, before removing them and going back to awkward silence, well it was a start at least

🐍His egg bois were just as curious as well, popping up whenever you were around and asking you a whole bunch of questions and giving you compliments saying your mask was cool, it was sweet, but the questions were overwhelming at times. Sir Pentious would always come and reprimand them, extending an apology out to you.

🐍He noticed you weren't very expressive, since the mask concealed his face, but he did recognized your eyes widening a bit in amazement whenever he was experimenting on a new gadget or weapon. You did tell him you were a nerd, which confused him since he wasn't use to terms like that, is being a nerd cool?

🐍The two of you bonded more and more the longer you stayed at the hotel, and Sir Pentious very much enjoyed your company since he still felt like the odd one out since he was on a mission to destroy the hotel and Alastor before, but you were odd too. You wanted to introduce him to video games since it was something you enjoyed playing when you were alive. It was funny seeing him attempt to learn the controls and how to mash buttons, but he quickly got the hang of it thanks to you.

🐍He was shedding tears when he heard about your past actions when you were alive, having been given the name "Sally Face Killer", and was forced to do horrific deeds resulting in the killings of your family and dear friends. His tail immediately coiled around you, offering his support in the group hug that was initiated by Charlie and the others.

🐍The day he saw you without your mask is when the egg bois had made you accidentally trip, causing you to fall, landing face first to the ground. Panicking, Sir Pentious waved his hands in the air in shock, before bending down to help pick you, "Are you quite alr-" Sir Pentious didn't even finish his sentence, when he saw you lift your head up, showing your real face with the shattered mask on the ground. Realizing that the mask was broken, your hands flung to your face, yelling out multiple apologies to him.

🐍You heard not a peep from Sir Pentious, but you felt a large tail wrap around you, pulling you closer towards him, giving you a reassuring coil hug, "I'm sssssorry" That was all he said, as he continued to hug you, which you responded back, by wrapping your arms around him. After the hug, Sir pentious brought you to his air ship where he would make you a different mask if you wanted, going on and on about adding defense mechanisms to it, which made you laugh.

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