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synamartia · 11 months ago

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Oh no. Oh, no no no no no, I do not like those warnings at all.

♡ ... Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin

You're gonna make my heart hurt with this one, ain'tcha? Should I get some tissues and ice cream before I start reading?

♡ You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn't dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

Me too, boo. If it's not sloughing off my skin, it's not hot enough.

♡ He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face in his crotch and scream.

I'm picturing an embarrassed Alastor rn and ASDFGHJKL-- my heart! It's melting! Whyyyy does every version of Al that ISN'T his normal charming, confident self make me wanna squeal like a schoolgirl? 😭

♡ Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it's not the first time he's done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad ('You think I'm repulsive, don't you?!') or angry ('What kind of man are you?').

The kind I would sell my soul to without a second thought.

♡ If he didn't find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he'd think about more engaging things until he got them to finish or he could say he did.

I had NO clue what a touch-me-not plant was, like I thought it was just a different name for the Venus fly trap. Shows how little I know about botany 🙃

♡ But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first. His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn't later well enough for that.

Okay, this whole time I've been scouring the chapters for specific scenes to draw, and I've finally found one. This. Is. ADORABLE! ❤ also kinda want to test the facial hair statement mentioned in the next paragraph. Y'know, for curiosity's sake. 🤔

♡ It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn't wearing glasses.

God this is so cute! Intimate moments like these are one of my reasons for loving the slow burn~ Plus the innocence of it all just makes it 10x better, and the way you describe it-- *chef's kiss* Perfection! It's got me wanting to write a bath scene for Haunted once the raunchy sex is done; aftercare and all that jazz~ but my anxiety is kicking in hard, and I feel like if I did, it would be copying you somehow - not like verbatim, more so plot/course of events and such 🥺

♡ He squinted then made his eyes wide, "Hmm.... Two hands." You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. "At least I didn't say three, dear."

THE ATMOSPHERIC PIVOT. WE WENT FROM AWWWHHHS TO GIGGLE SNORTS IN .02 SECONDS 🤣 at least I didn't say three heheheh

♡ "I can do anything I damn well want." Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, "Atleast to the car. Okay?" Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, "Please."

BROOOOO-- I feel like this ALL THE FUCKING TIME, just never knew how to phrase it! I'm EXTREMELY aware of my over-zealous tendencies, and I'm constantly worried I'm being a nuisance and weirding people out, especially you, Mink, and Danny. So if I ever get to be too much, please tell me so I can tune it down a bit, okay? And I'm really sorry if I've already done it..

♡ It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you. But you didn't stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

How the fuck did you manage to make dressing one another sound more intimate than stripping each other down? so jealous rn

♡ Alastor hadn't any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress, his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

Second scene for drawing, saved~ ❤

♡ "Why did you work for a man like that?" Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

YES, THANK YOU. I'VE BEEN WONDERING THE SAME THING.

♡ As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you'd set off in the other.

GAHHH-- I love your idioms so much! ❤❤

♡ Our. Your knees buckled a little.

*swoons* I'M RIGHT thERE WITH YA, BABYGIRL~!

♡ That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, "Endlessly fascinating." His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, "Be safe. Good night."

Oh goodie, a perfect excuse to tell ya'll something adorable my kid does. Gather 'round, it's unrelated story time! My 4yo is still learning to speak clearly, and the way she says "careful" sounds like a really crude pronunciation of "oreo", so whenever someone leaves the house, she'll shout as loud as her little lungs will let her, "Be oreo!" So now instead of saying "be careful", Wifey and I will say, "Be an oreo!" ... We're gonna be those cringe parents that bring up embarrassing things our kids did to their prom dates, watch. 🤣 great, now I made myself sad by thinking about my girls growing up uggghhhh whhhhyyyyyy T.T

♡ Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path.

I do this too. Half the ideas I get for writing come from my driving daydreams. Just wish they sounded as good on paper as they do in my head 😭

♡ It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

Neither one of them wants to admit it's love, huh? *I Won't Say (I'm In Love) starts playing*

♡ Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

MY HEART. HAZEL I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS-- ❤️‍🔥💣💥

♡ He stared down at Tommy's pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

I feel like my question will be answered if I just keep reading, or go back a couple chapters, but Tommy's abuse was still fairly new, wasn't it? I feel like, given enough time, he would've wound up on Alastor's radar eventually. 🤔 An alternative meet-cute for Al and Reader~ ❤

♡ "Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now." Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn't noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

THE FOREBODING. IT HAS RETURNED. Also, I can't remember if you described what Brady looks like, but all I see when I think of him is Kingpin from the Marvel Comics. 😶

♡ Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn't come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

It's not that simple though, is it? I have a feeling Tommy's murder is gonna come back to bite our deer couple in the ass.

♡ Except for the small detail that you hadn't actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn't look charming in?

Saaaammmmeeee. I am shit with directions. Give me landmarks, not the whole north/east/south/west shtick. I WILL get lost worse than Zoro (One Piece) ever could. 😂 also blue??? Color me intrigued 👀

♡ You spoke without thinking, something you never did, "You're too beautiful. I should go." Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs.

GIRL SAME.

♡ "Autumn, was it?"

OH HELL NO. YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO RUIN THIS. GTFO HERE, PENCIL DICK.

♡ The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. "Oh?"

Oh, wow. My mental image of Brady was SO far off, holy shit. 😂

♡ "Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here." He set his hat under his arm, "I was just headed to your manager's mother's home."

THE FUCK IT IS. COINCIDENCE, MY ASS.

♡ Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat.

Wait, those are a thing?!

♡ "I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?" His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine.

Oh, fuck me. Now all I see is Iwan Rheon. HAZEL, YOU'RE MAKING ME THIRST FOR THE BAD GUY OVER HERE i'm just a certified villian simp

♡ You stood up, slapping his shoulder, "I meant the theater! Sir!"

Maybe I'm just horny but I'd take him up to that studio where Tommy was killed - y'know, to "investigate" Why the hell am I down so bad for Brady now what the actual FUCK 😩

♡ "No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night."

*snort* Legs. 😂

♡ His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, "You're right. That was smart, thank you." Alastor smiled brighter, "Now! Let's put that behind us. I don't have a terribly long time. There's a couple things to discuss. Most importantly," he leaned over the table, face serious, "You think I'm beautiful?"

*inhales* BOI. such a cheeky lil shit istg

♡ When you told him you hadn't slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return.

Ah, payphones. I know today's technological advances have made them obsolete, but they still had SOME use left. Cell phones aren't always reliable, what with the whole battery life thing and signal dependency, not to mention, not everyone has the luxury of one, so why rip 'em all out? ... God I feel so old now.

♡ But finally, the moment you'd been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn't slept. With a simple "What's wrong?", he asked if you'd want to help him with work.

FUCK. YES. FINALLY GONNA GET OUR HANDS DIRTY am i too excited for this part?

♡ The look of betrayal on the man's face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor's high was three fold. He asked the man already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. "You should. She'll always remember you."

AHHHH VENGEFUL ALASTOR I LOVE IT

♡ But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

Wait. Hazel, what are you doing? Where are you going with this? HAZEL WHAT'S GOING ON--

♡ You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you'd stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital "D" Dangerous.

GO FOR THE JEWELS, READER. TWIST IT, PULL IT, BOP IT!

♡ The man wasn't huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor's attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn't get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

LEAVE MY BABY BAMBI ALONE YOU BRUTE. D<

♡ He thought he heard you scream.

HAZEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL WHYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE THE SUSPENSE SO GODDAMN MUCH BUT WHYYYYYYYYY

Gonna go get some late night dinner, and then on to chapter five! Please let this end okay- *fingers crossed*

A Doe in Fall (part 4)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦

Part 4 Enough

Alastor struggled with the prior expectations others had of him, but you eased them away with gentle hands. And to your great comfort, Tommy’s absence is noticed but not entirely shocking to anyone. With that concern behind him, finally, Alastor gives in to his own selfish wants and asks for your help with his “work.”

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! No pussy eating! No fingering! It took away from the important events and Alastor’s mental health (I know he’s not real but he’s KINDA REAL?) so I didn’t include it. Next time! , Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin」

You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn’t dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

A moment of silence, you were a little scared to speak but had a question burning a hole in your pocket, “Do you like sex?” You ran the bar of soap down his back, no wash cloth in sight.

“It’s … pleasurable.”

Your mouth twisted, “I thought maybe…it didn’t work.”

He laughed, “You wouldn’t be the first. Works fine. I just don’t care to use it much. I don’t-“ a pause, he considered how to say it as he had never said it out loud before, “I don’t see the appeal, typically. There’s better ways to enjoy my time and chase pleasures than sweating over a stranger,” The word stranger floated in the air around you. Alastor felt the need to push it away, dispel it as quickly as he could, “Dancing is basically the same thing, which seems to be the issue with current society.”

“I can respect that. Well, I’m relieved you aren’t dependent on murder for an erection because I don’t think I can hide that many bodies.” A chuckle from him, but you grimaced. Not now, don’t joke now. Stop hiding from the uncomfortable vulnerability of blunt honesty. You were glad he couldn’t see your face, resting your head between his shoulder blades as you lazily washed his lower back and down, “Don’t push yourself. I know I’ve been-,”

“Affectionate?”

“Aggressive.” You winced, “your word is better. Just, I wont… I can't enjoy something you don’t want.” Your traced circles onto his skin, “I can't get my rocks off to someone’s bad time.” A smile you couldn’t see, small and warm. “I hope it’s obvious I won’t go anywhere.”

He laughed louder, offending you a little.

“Sorry, it’s just— yes that’s been made clear. I quite literally told you to stop following me and somehow here we are.” He looked over his shoulder at you and gestured for the soap. You shook your head no.

“Turn around.”

He paused.

“Not— not like that. Unless you want me to?” You would drop to your knees so fast you would damage the tub if he said yes.

“I’m good dear, thank you.”

The tub was safe.

You took your time, covering his chest in suds, his arms, his sides. You did get on your knees after all to wash his feet, his calves, his thighs. You stopped short of going any higher.

He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face into his crotch and scream.

Alastor wasn’t used to people handling him. Not outside of uncomfortable situations. The order of events typically went as follows:

Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it’s not the first time he’s done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad (‘You think I’m repulsive, don’t you?!’) or angry (‘What kind of man are you?’).

If he didn’t find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he’d think about more engaging things until he got them to finish or he could say he did.

And it would buy a little more time with good enough affection and good enough company and good enough reasons.

Good enough. ‘Enough’ was right there in the phrase.

And then it would repeat until someone gave up.

When he didn’t move or reply as your hands sat where his thighs met his hips, lost in some train of thought, you left it be and stood. Lathering your hands, “One spot left!”

He suddenly looked so tired, eyebrows rising as if to ask you ‘what’s that?’ yet the dullness of his eyes indicated he wasn’t actually asking.

But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first. His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn’t lather well enough for that.

“You’re not missing out. I don't look good in facial hair.” He said, and you believed it.

You handed him the soap and let him finish cleaning himself, trying to steal looks without being too obvious. Making a mental note to yourself for every piece of him to compliment later when he was more comfortable.

It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn’t wearing glasses.

“Can you see? Without the glasses?” He was down now, cleaning your already clean legs.

“Ah, well, no.”

You held up 7 fingers.

He squinted then made his eyes wide, “Hmm…. Two hands.” You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. “At least I didn’t say three, dear.”

You play kicked, “Unfunny!”

When he laughed now he looked boyish. His laughter bright as a bell. It was so jarring that it made your subconscious remind you of the dead man lying in the other room. The juxtaposition impossible to ignore.

Alastor noticed the shift in the air, getting up and setting the soap down on the lip of the tub. His hands rubbed your cheeks, your chin, your nose.

“You can leave after you’re all cleaned and dressed.” He was looking at your nose as he spoke.

“I can do anything I damn well want.” Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, “Atleast to the car. Okay?” Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, “Please.”

Alastor nodded, could he see your smile? You could see his.

It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you.

But your body didn’t stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

Alastor hadn’t any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

He avoided looking you in the eyes, something heavy in the space between you two telling him the air might catch fire if he did. He didn’t know what that meant, and he had done enough new things for one evening.

“Can I ask you something?” He took the twine that tied the clothes together and began looping it through eyelets in the canvas.

“Of course.” He could ask you anything, if you answered was still up in the air.

“Why did you work for a man like that?” Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

A good question. One you would think he’d have asked before the murder. “He wasn’t like that before. This whole… thing was a recent shift. I know it was gambling but I think he was getting into some hard drugs too. His behavior had just gotten erratic.”

He tied the twine tightly, “It seemed impulse control was an issue for him, given his brief conversation with me. This-,” he pointed at you, suddenly full of passion again, “This is what I meant. I don’t talk to men for long. What a terrible conversation that was.” You fought back a smile. “Was he bragging? You wouldn’t believe the number of men— well I suppose yes you would.” He pushed up his sleeves and held them in place with arm bands, “If that is the typical sexual tendencies of men then I’m glad to see I evolved past it.” Alastor was spewing a stream of consciousness that even you could tell was out of character.

Or perhaps, “I have a feeling you’d be saying all this if I were here or not.” You stared down at the canvas bundle.

That smile again, “Normally it’s under my breath but— they don’t seem to mind!” He gave the bundle a tug, checking for the sturdiness of the twine.“So, usually I do this closer to the car…”

It was unladylike and you loved it, legs open wide as you lifted your half of the bloody package. You lumbered down the tight stairwell as he went backwards, insisting it was the gentlemanly thing to do. There was a moment you were alone at the bottom of the stairs as Alastor brought the car around. You gave the body a little kick, “Why’d you have to go and be such an ass?” Mumbled under your breath like a professional.

As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you’d set off in the other.

Alastor felt his stomach flipping, an impulse to grab your face with both hands and kiss you making his fingers tap the roof of the car. He was worried if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. An issue he had never had before, but it still felt like an issue nonetheless. It was, wasn’t it? An issue?

Something in you felt like the good wife in the doorway, waving your darling off to work in the morning. Wanting to plant a kiss on his cheek and straighten his bow tie. If you’d seen a neighbor do it you’d roll your eyes and fake a gag, but you wanted to give it to him. You wanted to give him consistent adoration he could rely on and that was the only example you could think of. A nervous hand considered clawing the feeling out of your chest entirely.

You both decided to play it cool, Alastor dialling back the urge and planting a single kiss to your nose. You hummed, “If anyone asks…”

“You saw Tommy take the cash and leave.” Alastor said quickly, so confident you could believe maybe you had.

You nodded. Biting your bottom lip you stopped the urge to offer more help. Trust needed to exist that he’d ask for it if he wanted to.

Maybe your face was losing its skill, mask dissolving under the events of the night, because a grin spread across his face, “Baby steps.”

Always scared of letting him slip through your fingers, you tried to hide how badly you needed another date to look forward to. Pursing your lips, “Speaking of, we’ve checked off public acts of indecency, a dance hall romp, and now some gentle sex near a formerly living man. Would you like to get coffee this week?”

“In the daytime?” False incredulity

“Fully clothed.” You added.

If he hadn’t stifled his laughter, it could have been dangerous, “Scandalous.” A small panic, he hadn’t actually agreed yet. An unfamiliar feeling of insecurity came down on you like a mistimed curtain fall.

“I’ll need a few days…Saturday, at ten, the little cafe at the west entrance of our favorite park?”

Our. Your knees buckled a little.

“Sounds positively deviant. I’ll be there with bells on.” Why was your heart pounding now. Why now?

“It’s a date then.” A kiss to your cheek, he tensed, holding back. “Can I drive you home?,” it was spoken into your skin. His lips not leaving your face.

“I have to go back in. Tell everyone how much of an ass Tommy is for leaving me all alone with that wealthy bore.” Your cheek leaned into his kiss. His lips dragged across your skin to find your mouth, still open.

He exhaled, shakey and slow. Your eyes saw something new; dilated pupils staring down at you. A heat was pooling in your lap again, never so receptive to a pair of eyes before.

“Should I come back?” He knew he shouldn’t.

Luckily so did you. “You know I’m not far from here. Just get home, or wherever you're going, safely.” He finally let his mouth capture yours, his hands roaming the soft fabric of your dress. Red, smooth, warm. You broke away, pulling from some well of strength you didn’t know you had, “If the girls see— there’s no motive quite like a jealous man.”

That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, “Endlessly fascinating.” His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, “Be safe. Good night.”

Your legs crossed one in front of the other, had a man ever considered your safety enough to say it out loud? Without adding some patronizing addition like “little lady” or “pretty thing” to it that felt more like an admission of intent? “Good night.”

Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path.

It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

An incorporeal pain tore through his stomach.

Hands gripping the steering wheel, bright eyes popping up from the tall grass as he rumbled past.

He was getting ahead of himself again. All of the idioms he was taught were going up in flames.

‘Don’t put the cart before the horse.’

Unfortunately he had guilded the cart as well, so weighted with the gold of his hopes he was worried the axis would snap.

‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.’

He had saddled you with an entire coop of his joy. Unfair and unwise.

‘Pearls before swine’

He was, like many men, reduced to a greedy mouthed animal at your feet, incapable of appreciating your attention as it should be. But he didn’t want you to stop. Perhaps a pig could learn?

So much for evolved.

As he pulled into the dirt driveway of what was his father’s home, then his mother’s home, now his own, he wondered what your first thoughts would be. Would you like it? Were you expecting something grander? Something shiny and new?

When he was backed up to the greenhouse he rested his head against the steering wheel.

The smell of the soap was heating up with his thoughts, remembering your hands. You smelled the same now tonight, the same soap. What an intimate thing to share. Could he ever hope to share such things with someone, or was it foolish to spend time thinking about it?

Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

A secret little dream he threw away shortly after entering adulthood. Which was fine for him. If having those niceties meant having to fake that a part of himself mattered more than it did, he didn’t want them. Not that much. He was already putting on a show outside, he couldn’t bring the audience into his home. His mother’s home.

As he grappled with Tommy’s impromptu shroud, he considered his outward image.

He was proud of it. He chose to have it, it was a tool that got him far in life and elevated his status. No qualms. Just, when you expect to do something all of your life alone, it’s foundation shaking to learn perhaps you didn’t have to.

He had convinced himself he preferred to be alone. But now it seemed maybe he had been lying to himself. At some point he confused accepting a situation with preferring it.

He stared down at Tommy’s pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

Again, he felt his chest tightening. It didn’t matter if he had had the man already in his sights or not. He would have killed him. Alastor ran his hands through his hair. Would you have stopped him, would he have let you, if you swore Tommy didn’t deserve to die?

No. A silly rhetorical. Had you begged on your knees with tear stained eyes he’d have kissed your cheeks and said whatever you asked to hear. And then he would wait for Tommy to be alone in a dark place like he did the others. And he would avoid looking you in the eye for as long as he had to, until you forgot about the former employer.

With a single and soft clap of his hands he shut his mind off and went about his work. Now wasn't the time for questions and what-ifs. He needed to make Tommy disappear as soon as possible. He didn’t usually kill so close together in time. A brief thought slipped through the cracks of his walls, This would be easier with help.

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No one noticed Tommy was missing until the following night. But given he’d gotten a considerable payday Monday the staff just assumed he was off snorting his profits.

It wasn’t until Wednesday morning did police come by, Tommy’s mother having called in a missing person’s report.

You heard the girls speaking to the detective outside the dressing room before rehearsals.

“This is typical Tommy.”

“He’s been dabbling into some heavy stuff.”

“You didn’t hear it from me, but! I heard he got,” you couldn’t see what she was doing, “ya know?”

When the detective looked into the dressing room and asked who he hadn’t spoken with, your eyes met in the mirror, recognition painting his face.

“Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now.” Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn’t noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

He didn’t have time to speak with all of you before it was doors open and left before the show began. As soon as you got home you fished around in your key bowl for the crinkled card.

You dropped it back in, hands coming to your face. Of course. Why would it be any other man?

Deep breathes. It isn’t strange he ran into you before, you worked and lived in the area. He probably handed that card to every woman he passed at night.

Slow breathes. The girls did the legwork, just follow suit. You were a single woman. No one would suspect you of anything unless they found a smoking gun under your pillow. Even then, if you could bat your eyelashes enough and find a dainty enough cross necklace you could beat any rap.

All you wanted now was to see Alastor and tell him. Three more days.

Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn’t come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

There was a sadness at the theater regardless, no one having heard any news. He had wandered off before but he always returned in time for the big weekend shows. But Friday night came and went and Tommy never showed. Which for you was expected, but the other staff seemed worried. The girls, not so much.

You weren’t as scared as you had thought you’d be. For yourself, atleast. You would rather die than let Alastor be found out because of you. Maybe he would have advice to ease you. Even if he didn’t, you’d be comforted getting him up to speed.

Knowing you’d see Alastor soon was like knowing when the next big rain was coming. You spent all week planning your time around it.

Except for the small detail that you hadn’t actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn’t look charming in?

No. Silly questions seemed to be in the air lately.

You slowed as you approached, him hearing the click of your shoes and turning before you could gather your thoughts. This was the first time to see him in the daylight.

His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear anything, brain short circuiting. His hair looked so much brighter in the sunlight, sun passing through brown locks. You could see his eyes looking at you, brows rising as he questioned something, but your thoughts were arrested by the color of the gaze you’d spent weeks trying to get into the focus of; a bright honey brown that seemed to shimmer. A little pop of light bounced off a button of his vest, his smile gleamed as he leaned towards you.

Run. You had no business here. A possibly soon-to-be criminalized dancer and him. You should have worn a better dress. Should have gotten your hair done. Should have better.

Alastor couldn’t figure out what your face was saying. He was proficient in reading the expressions of others, in discerning the changes in the air of any given room, but this… he couldn’t place. Your eyes were wide, smile taut and flat as you took a step backward. His hand reached out to stabilize you, your heel catching on the uneven pavement of the lesser cared for wards of the city.

“What’s wrong?” His smile softened.

You spoke without thinking, something you never did, “You’re too beautiful. I should go.” Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs.

“That’s a new one.” His fingers lingered on your arm, “You can pick a seat, I’ll grab coffee. No staff on the patio.”

Considering fleeing still, you thought about how sad he would be standing there with two coffees in his hands. The weather was quickly cooling, but in the early sun the outdoor seating was perfect for a coffee date.

Shaking off the nerves, you tried to get a fucking grip. You adored your physical form, you had no issues thinking you deserved whatever you wanted to have. But, well, it was like he was glowing from the inside out. Even his skin seemed to catch the light. There was that quick heart beat again. You looked through the glass front, Alastor in line. If you had gone through with the plan to rob him, and had he returned in the daylight to argue with you… you’d have just handed back his wallet and maybe even your own.

The least attractive thing about him was his money, strange considering it was normally the most important thing a man had in his pocket for you.

Did he know? That you had been-

“Autumn, was it?”

You heard something in your neck pop as your head spun toward the voice. The color left your face, you stood so quickly you almost knocked the chair over.

“Detective! What a blessing!” Your hands were trembling as you reached out for one of his with both of yours, “You’ve been on my mind lately.”

The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. “Oh?”

“Yes. I never got a chance to thank you for saving me last week. That man was just not taking no for an answer.” You took several steps to the left, making his back turn towards the cafe doors.

“I thought maybe you’d been cross with me. You ran off like-.”

“I was just nervous. I didn’t know if you were for real or just another trickster trying to get a lady alone.” You stared at his eyes, trying to keep him focused on you.

“Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here.” He set his hat under his arm, “I was just headed to your manager’s mother’s home.”

Your eyes flitted to the counter, back to Brady. “Oh? Is…is it bad news, sir?”

“Not a trace of the man. But, that isn’t uncommon down here I suppose.” The detective sat down at the table you’d been at….you stayed standing. He motioned for you to take a seat, “That being said, I don’t think Tommy just wandered off with some cash.”

Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat.

“I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?” His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine.

“Well, oh geez… I don’t want to speak ill of anyone, ever.” Your hard learned skills were coming back to you. Your hands came together to shyly fidget with each other.

“Consider it a help to the police, no worries ma’am.”

“Miss.” You corrected, that practiced smile small and chaste, “I’m not married, sir. As you can imagine, in my profession, it is very hard to come by good, honest men.”

A chuckle, he put his hat down on the table. Fuck. Fuck!

“But, uh, yes. I can tell you quite a bit. Tommy was a fine man. For awhile. He was very respectful to us. A clean and tight ship.” You saw the door open behind him, Alastor using his back as his hands were full. “But, the last three months or so, he started getting mean.” You leaned forward, putting your left hand on Brady’s that rested on his hat. Your right hand slipped to the side and under the table, waving frantically to Alastor to turn back around.

Without question he swiveled on his heels, sitting down at another empty table near the cafe doors with his back to you.

You gripped his hand and the hat with one motion, and set it back on his head, “If he saw me talking to a flat foot…it could be a lot of trouble. Maybe we should speak privately.”

Why were you incapable of finding a balance between honey and venom? Your words came out too sweet, voice dipping into the tone you reserved for marks.

“Ah, well…Miss Autumn-,” Brady shifted in his seat.

You stood up, slapping his shoulder, “I meant the theater! Sir!”

He flustered, shaking his head and standing too, “I didn’t say anything!” His nervous laughter eased you, walking further from the table so he would follow. “Well, I’ll be by tomorrow. Maybe we can finish this conversation.“

A nod, not at all intending to tell him you didn’t work Sundays, “That sounds good. Anything I can do to help. But really, I expect Tommy will show up as soon as the cash runs dry.”

With a tip of the hat, he walked off to bring bad news somewhere else.

You waited a moment before moving to the seat across Alastor. You thought your bones had turned to jelly, “Thanks for the rerouting. Was I obviously rattled?” You were mortified.

“No, not at all!” Alastor set the cup in front of you. “A former beau?”

You shook your head, “Worse. Detective Brady back there came by the theater this week, but didn’t have time to speak to me. Just so happened to see me now on his way to Tommy’s mom. Actually, that was something I wanted to tell you. I’ve met him before.”

His brows rose, blowing slightly on the coffee, “Oh? A patron of your theater?”

“No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night.”

Alastor nodded, unphazed.

“Should I be worried? Because I’m worried.” You couldn’t even touch your drink, stomach in knots. He smiled, breaking the spell Brady had cast over you.

“Without a body there is no proof anyone is dead. That’s all that matters.” Alastor was cocky, leaning back in his chair with a far too relaxed demeanor.

You hadn’t realized your shoulders were so tight, “Sorry for shooing you away. I just got so scared! If he knows I,” You caught yourself, face going red as you corrected, “thought I had a guy, it could put you under a spotlight.”

His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, “You’re right. That was smart, thank you.” Alastor smiled brighter, “Now! Let’s put that behind us. I don’t have a terribly long time. There’s a couple things to discuss. Most importantly,” he leaned over the table, face serious, “You think I’m beautiful?”

You kicked at his shin under the table, “My heart nearly stopped! I thought it was something important! Unfunny!”

A snicker, “Cruel?”

You nodded, “Very!”

It was by most people standards a normal date. It only strayed from mundane when Alastor walked you home and asked if you had any nightmares about Tommy.

When you told him you hadn’t slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return.

The nights were busy, so you often spoke in the mornings before his work. You’d made somewhat of a schedule, waiting in the booth around when you knew he was up and settling with coffee. He’d call, you’d ramble about your evening and what wild thing happened. Luckily the detective never returned after his Sunday visit so your stories were just fun and lighthearted. His laughter sounded so good over the staticy phone line. He would tell you about his work, about the bands he had the pleasure of hearing. New Orleans was the undisputed mother of jazz, and it showed in the fervor of his audience. It wasn’t uncommon he was busy keeping up with demand for more big and new sounds.

While you enjoyed every opportunity to see him, be it coffee at a different cafe than the first or a walk around forested areas you knew were of use to him, the calls were nice. It allowed you to enjoy him without worrying about putting any undue pressure on him. You could twirl your phone cord and bite your lip without concern.

But finally, the moment you’d been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn’t slept. With a simple “What’s wrong?”, he asked if you’d want to help him with work.

The first one was almost too easy. Alastor had you wait at a bar where a man he clued you in on frequented. A staff member of his station had missed work for several days, supposedly sick. Alastor got the real story from eavesdropping on the ladies at lunch. The man, Mr. A. Wellington, was next. After watching and waiting, Alastor knew the man’s patterns well enough. Including you was a risk, but he had been fighting the urge to ask you for so long now. This one seemed it would be cut and dry.

All it took was a smirk, a well placed hand, a laugh. The man practically pushed you down the back stairs of the bar and out through the doors that led to the service street. So engrossed in ignoring your suggestion of slowing down, he didn’t hear or see Alastor standing feet beside you both.

The look of betrayal on the man’s face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor’s high was three fold. He asked the man, already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. “You should. She’ll always remember you.”

You leaned against the door that led back to the hotel bar. Your eyes and ears were open for any unwanted company, any possible danger. Other than your own little madman. Alastor took this one personally, you could tell by how much messier he was than the first two.

While he didn’t explicitly state his code of ethics for selecting “victims”, you had picked up on the pattern. A man who assaulted a young woman, a wife beater, a violent segregationist.

Was he really doing bad things? You found it hard to pity any of them.

Once the messy part was done you’d help get the man, as it always had been so far, into the trunk. You’d share a few kisses and clean the scene before being driven home, where you’d share a few more. Your favorite part, by far. And after you waved, he’d drive off to wherever he went with the dead men.

But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

You lured a man into a large park beside the water. A part of you almost felt bad, as he sweetly held your hand. He had been a perfect gentleman, you seducing him at a dance hall. Alastor had warned you he was dangerous, but you wondered for a second if he was Dangerous or dangerous. Like Alastor-dangerous.

You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you’d stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital “D” Dangerous.

The man was knocked off balance by Alastor tackling him from the side. You all three fell into the dirt and grass. The wind was forced out of you from the impact, your hands failing to get traction as you tried to sit up. The ground was slick with mud from recent rains flooding the rivers. Hurricane season was already in full swing.

The man wasn’t huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor’s attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn’t get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

The man only needed one of his large hands to wrap around Alastor’s throat but he used two for the fun of it. Your shoes slipped off as you struggled to get to your feet like a baby deer newly introduced to the world. Everything was wet and spinning, your lungs were burning.

Alastor didn’t feel scared as his vision went black, just annoyed he had fucked up.

Even that feeling washed away as a grayness flooded into his consciousness. Everything lost color, flavor, texture. All urgency inked out.

Before everything slipped away, before he slipped under, he thought he heard his mother calling his name.

He thought he heard you scream.

Part 5 is halfway done 👌

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Part 41 (I did this out of curiosity, then I did it for the fame and now, I do it because I enjoy it)

Alastor raced through the streets and alleyways of hell. Using his shadow abilities to make himself fly through them with ease. Passing, surprising and knocking over people and more. But he didn't care, he needed to get there as fast as possible, maybe then he'll fix his mistake. When he finally made it to the location, he flew up to the top where Vox and Valentino were waiting.

When he made it, the first to catch his eye was the maiden tied to a chair. For sure, it was Charlie, in his mind he cursed himself for his carelessness but his heart burned in hatred towards the two who dared lay their fingers on her. Alastor: "Vox, you wanted to see me". His teeth scraped against each other as he said his vile name. Vox and Valentino turned to the sound of his voice while the girl perked up.

Vox smiled in amusement, he was finally here, the man who humiliated him and has never won a battle against. Well at least he's never won any either. Vox: "Ah, look who finally showed up, ready for a rematch Alastor". He said his name in such a sickly way, the girl shuddered. The two stared each other down, the tension was so thick and strong, you could see the waves of their anger and hatred emit from their bodies.

Valentino took a step back, leaving it all to him as he stood close by their hostage. Vox ran to Alastor at full speed, his hands glowing a bright blue as he readied an attack. When he tried to hit, Alastor jumped over his foe and landed swiftly behind him. Vox turned to slash at him over and over again, each slash becoming faster then the next. Besides a small nick to his right shoulder, Alastor was able to dodge the rest.

He jumped back again, being cornered at the edge of the building which gave Vox a hideous smile. He slammed his hands to the ground sending energy pulses into it till the ground shattered, half the building was gone to Valentinos dismay but he expected dramatic damages. When the smoke cleared Alastor was nowhere to be seen. Vox decided to claim victory and walked towards his friend.

Suddenly though, Alastor jumped up, towards his foe, landing on top of him and pinning him to the ground. Alastor: "You will regret facing me again, Vox". A whistle was heard that caught Al's attention, Val snarky grin could be seen but he also was leaning behind his hostage, holding her neck up as he held his claw against her throat. The girl whimpered, her body shook, he could see her tears. Shocked by this, his grip loosened and Vox jumped back, hitting Alastor in this face, sending him flying.

Alastor was disoriented and tried to get up but failed as Vox kicked him in the stomach, so hard, blood started curdling out of his mouth. Vox grabbed his hair lifting it up to face him. Vox: "Those words were mine to say, radio demon". He lifted his hand, extending his claws. Alastor watched in dismay, a sad pathetic face crossed it but his smile was still there. At least, he was still smiling.

In a sudden flash of red and black, mixed with feathers and fur, Alastor dropped to the floor. Vox let him go and he was still alive. Alastor rose up, trying to get to his feet but it was a struggle. Husk: "Come on you idiot, get up, I didn't f***ing come here to see your sorry a** die like this". Alastor was surprised to hear his voice, Husk, he knocked Vox away just in time. Alastor got up, he was a bit weak but he wasn't out of the game.

Alastor: "Husker, I'm surprised to see you". Husk scoffed, he didn't exactly seem thrilled to be there. Husk: "whatever I'm only here cause I was bribed". Husk got ready for a fight, lifting his wings, extending his claws, sharping his teeth and puffing up his fur. Alastor readied himself too. Valentino could see how this could be an unfair fight, two against one, even if Vox was a top demon, he wouldn't win. He decided to let himself join the show after all.

He let go of the girl and walked to Vox, helping him up. Valentino whispered into his ear. Valentino: "Let me give you a hand". A burst of pink light then shone from Valentino which extended to Vox, it was one of his special abilities. A boost he can give to certain people who he trusts, this boost heals the person and allows them to have a boost of energy and power. Vox eyes shot wide open, a satisfied smile crept on his face, this was just what he needed.

This was now turning to a 2 Vs 2 battle which, everyone watching loved. All around the building were flying drones recording everything which was then broadcasted to TVs all across hell. Even everyone at the hotel was watching. The only one who couldn't see what was going on was Tia, the bag on her head blocked her view, she could only listen now.

Vox impatience won him over as he was the first to make a move, both Husk and Alastor dodged as he flew past. They looked to Val as he stood summoning what looked like giant pink hearts, the hearts started charging up, shooting laser like blasts at them. They dodged and dodged and dodged when the blasts stopped, they stopped but the smoke made it harder to see. Not that they needed to see to know where everyone was.

Tentacles spurt out from the smoke, Alastor showing his terrifying demonic form. He sent the tentacles flying in every direction, he made sure to avoid the girl and Husk, not that it was difficult since Husk just flew above them. The tentacles were able to slash at Valentino's arm but for Vox, he was somehow able to dodge any coming in his direction. Valentino gripped at his arm, the pain being almost unbearable.

A staticed laugh could be heard as the smoke cleared. Alastor stood near the rubble, he walked towards the two, his smile deviant as ever, his eyes bleeding red and his antlers now grown to an extraordinarily huge level. Husk landed behind him, watched him work his terrifying magic. Alastor: "In normal circumstances I would say what a fabulous show this was but...". The statics grew, his symbols bursting from his body, Husks wings extending and the light shining behind made their hearts stop. Alastor: "Taking something that is mine, never amuses me".

His static grew more as he was about to take the final blow. ??: "ALASTOR!". The sound of his name being shouted caught his attention, he looked to the presumed Charlie. Before he could do anymore, Val reached into his pocket and through down a smoke bomb. When it cleared, they both disappeared to Alastors disliking. But he didn't have time, he sighed, relaxing himself. He walked to the girl, his eyes lowered, his smile wavered and his hands behind his back. He reached to remove the bag but as he did, he was surprised over what he saw.

Tia, finally being able to see, looked to her red friend, shock coming over his face. She smiled to him, she was tired but alright. Alastor however was speechless. Husk: "You left before they revealed her face, you really are a f***ing idiot". Alastor stood in disbelief, he honestly thought it was Charlie, with the bag on, no one else could tell.

Tia tipped her head in confusion, what was he an idiot about? Before she could ask, a giant blue ball of energy flew to them. Tias' eyes widened, in that second, she broke from the rope and flew past Alastor and Husk. She spread her wings and summoned a ball of dark energy, spreading it into a shield. On impact, the blue blast dispersed and she lowered herself.

When she placed her feet to the ground she looked to Alastor and Husk who stared at her, startled over her amazing act. She smiled sheepishly at the two. Tia: "Hehehe guess he wanted one last shot, heh". Alastor looked to her in a curious way but shook it away and walked to her. Alastor: "What a spectacular show my dear, I didn't realise you that kind of strength". He smiled to her while holding her side which unnerved her a little. Alastor: "Shall we return to the hotel? You must be exhausted from all of this".

Tia looked to him surprised, she's exhausted? Tia: "What about you? You fought off two of them". Alastor: "Well it's thanks to Husk I did, great job my friend , wouldn't have pulled it off without you, hahaha, reminds me of old times". Husk rolled his eyes, crossed his arms and started walking away. Husk: "Whatever, I'm going back, had enough of this sh** already". With that, he took to the skies as Alastor and Tia watched him go. Alastor: "Hehehe, shall we go then?". Tia nodded in response. The two heading towards the nearest exit, wanting nothing more then to leave this now ruined place.

(Reminder: I do not know of Voxs personalityor abilities, sane goes for Valentino. Just all made up in ma head 😜)

#hazbin hotel #charlastor #alastor #Tia OC #Husk #Valentino #Vox #fanfic #oof #well that's the end of that #it really was funny to me when he realised he wasn't fighting for the right person 😂😂#also thanks to the person who reminded me that Valentinos name is spelt like that #part 41 #heartbeat

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