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washeduphazbin · 1 year ago

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Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

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hazelfoureyes · 1 year ago

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The Big Part

Alastor x Virgin FemReader smut

Part 2 Part 3

You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.

warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader smut, Alastor dislikes getting naked, virginity does not rock, possessive Alastor, head pats, reader is an adult she’s just a nervous idiot bad at words

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minors dni, this isn’t educational in the slightest and is just straight smut

It made sense, at the time. You didn’t want a relationship and you didn’t want to meet a stranger you couldn’t trust, that left very few people to ask. Husk would say no, and probably stop serving you drinks. Angel would most likely agree, but you were a little intimidated by his experience. That left Alastor. While you hadn’t spent much time together, your interactions were always cordial. And plus, this was hell. Isn’t this kind of situation a sinners dream come true?

For most, maybe. But you didn’t know Alastor. Not yet, not really. Everything he did had some ulterior motive. Perhaps nothing he had ever done was simply selfless. If Alastor wasn’t gaining something, Alastor wasn’t interested.

You caught him in the hallway one evening after redemption-oriented activities, deciding to get the moment over with as quickly as possible.

“It’s a favor, little… odd. But you’re the only person I have to ask.” Your eyes darted around his face, down the hall, up the walls, anywhere really but his eyes.

“I’m all ears!” Alastor tapped the microphone to the ground with a satisfying ‘thud’.

Oh— you had rehearsed this but you hadn’t prepared to be staring at that large, toothy grin. It wasn’t unsettling, it was just distracting. Would he be smiling the entire time he… ya know.

“I am,” you steepled your hands, pointing them at him, “a virgin.” You paused, hoping maybe he’d just infer the rest and you could stop talking.

His face was motionless save his eyelids rising up.

“And I don’t want to be. Anymore.” Your lips pursed together. C’mon, Alastor. Figure it out.

Alastor nodded.

You dragged your fingers down your face, “Would you help me with that?”

His head cocked to the side like a golden retriever being handed a book on ancient Egypt. Very nice offer but what exactly do I do with it?

“Help how, precisely?” He finally spoke, tone unchanged from any normal topic of discussion. Alastor watched your face scrunch up, mouth moving around words you abandoned half way through. You weren’t saying anything, just making panicked sounds. “I find annunciation most helpful when wanting to be understood, dear.”

You wanted to somersault out the nearest window. “Alastor will you take my virginity?”

“Take it where?”

You groaned, he laughed, “Just kidding, my dear! All in good fun. So, to be clear, you would like your first sexual experience to be with me?” He pointed the microphone from you to him.

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

His smile seemed to strain. Staring down at you, he tried to understand what your motivation was for this. But as he looked into your big, concerningly innocent eyes, he realized there was none. You really, simply, want him to be the first.

Ooh, as he thought it, he felt his pulse quicken in his lap. The first. A spot no one else could take. For the rest of your afterlife, he would always be the one who was first in you. A delicious thought. He could work with that.

“Are you free now?” He leaned down to your level.

“Oh. I wasn’t-,”

“Expecting immediacy? Perfect, the element of surprise has never failed me before.” His hand wrapped around your waist and drew you in to his chest, there was a rush of cold air over your skin before you felt yourself falling back.

It was soft, the room was dark, save for a small floor lamp in the corner. Your room, you realized.

“I didn’t know you knew my room number.”

“It’s my job to know everything about the hotel.” He said, tossing your shoes behind him. Was this happening now? Right now?

“I can do it, it’s, it’s fine.” You sat up and began undoing your pants. Alastor just standing there, watching. Smiling. Fuck, was it going to be this awkward the entire time? Should you say something? Touch him? You were lifting the hem of your shirt when you realized he was still fully dressed. “Are you going to take off your clothes?”

“Why would I do that?” Head lolled to the side.

You stopped mid-way through unhooking your bra, “Alastor you do know I was asking you to fuck me, right?”

He nodded. Maybe this was a mistake.

After taking off your bra, and finally your panties, you crawled to the top of your bed and drew your knees to your chest. Your feet hid your sex from view. Heart racing, but it wasn’t excitement, as you had anticipated. It was nerves. Would it hurt? Would you make a stupid face? What if he didn’t like the sounds you made? What if you regretted it after?

Alastor got on the bed on his knees, undoing his belt buckle but not his pants. The way he looked at you, your heart skipped a beat. You suddenly remembered he was called the ‘cannibal deer’ as you saw something akin to hunger in his eyes.

“What experience do you have?” His voice was suddenly low, deeper than before. This wasn’t the pun loving radio man you saw prodding the staff.

“I dated. Before. Kissing, um, I don’t know the bases. Groping?” You grimaced, it sounded so formal.

“Have you ever,” he began to slink toward you on his hands and knees, red eyes glowing in the dim light of your room, “been entered?”

Your cheeks burned, your head suddenly swayed as if it was half full of water and someone tipped you over. “Just myself, my,” you lifted your hand.

“Show me.”

All the air left the room, sucked out of your lungs and into his grin.

Uncrossing your feet, you tried to open your thighs without seperating your knees. It didn’t work, but you still managed to get a hand between your legs and to your entrance. You could have cried, you were soaking wet to an embarrassing degree. Your eyes return to Alastor, his gaze never leaving you. Even as you slipped a finger, then two, into yourself. You thought for sure he would want to watch your hands playing with your wet pussy but no, his eyes stayed on your face. Somehow, that was worse.

A shaky sigh escaped, your eyes closing as you tried to focus on relaxing around your digits.

Your head smacked against the headboard when you felt a third finger enter. Not yours. Your eyes flew back open to see him now directly in front of you.

“Two won’t do, dear.” He spun his finger around, pulling slightly at the thin skin of your entrance. “Unless you’d prefer this to hurt?”

You shook your head no, still stinging from the impact you had made. “May I?” His hand took your wrist and removing your fingers. Swiping your wetness from your ass to your clit, he coated his claw-like digits and pushed three back in. They were longer than yours, sharper. You could feel he moved gently, in and out. Your head was heavy, breath short and fast.

He laughed, bringing your consciousness fully back into the room, “Already wanting to change your mind?”

You shook your head side to side, still too embarrassed to speak, and took a grounding breath to help your body accept his fingers. He took his time, sliding in and out of you. His fingers picking up the slick and letting it lubricate your lips. It was so slow, the only pleasure for you was knowing it wasn’t your hand doing it.

But then his stretching of your hole stopped, and he grabbed both of your knees from underneath and pulled you down toward him. Now on your back, legs up and in his hands, you heard his belt slide through the loopholes, his zipper drop. You wanted to look, but you also absolutely did not want to look.

Your knees came together when you felt something hot and round at your entrance. “Ah-ah,” He opened them immediately. He reached for one of your hands, and brought it down to his cock. It was so hard under your fingers, but gave a little when you squeezed. It made him hiss.

“You tell me when to stop, little doe.” He pressed into your opening, pulled back. Pressed in, just barely making it past your lips, pulled back. He kept this pressing and pulling, head making slightly more leeway every time. Your fingers were holding right behind the tip.

“How about this, dear. I’ll just get the head in for now. Manageable!”

“Just— just get the big part in first?” You asked, the pressure at your entrance building with every shallow thrust.

He laughed, nodding as he held both of your knees further apart. When he attempted to get past the curve of his cock’s head, your hands flew down to press against his thigh, pushing back with the intrusion. Alastor stilled, sighed, and pressed his head fully in with a determined thrust. Instinctively, your feet came to his chest and tried to push away from him. It felt like you were being torn down the middle, your body forced apart at your most sensitive junction. He held you still now by the ankles, legs splayed in the air.

It burned where your walls were pushed aside. Stinging where the skin tore slightly just beneath your hole, unable to stretch.

“Breath, sweetheart.” He set your ankles down. “Does it hurt?”

You nodded.

“I’ll stay here for a bit,” he settled on his legs, looking down at where he was connected to you. Your pink little pussy looking positively overwhelmed by his cock. No one has ever been here before, and he could feel it. Your walls were pressing so hard against him his shaft was slightly curved from the force pushing his head out. You still had so much to take, there was so much more of you for him to explore. You tried to calm your breathing but your heart was racking against your sternum.

Hand reaching down again, you let your fingers count little paces from his core to yours. You knew the hardest part was over, but that didn’t bring much comfort as you felt how far you still had to go.

Alastor let his eyes wander away from your not-so-virgin cunt to your face. Your expression was twisted, not pained but clearly uncomfortable.

“How does it feel?” He asked, gesturing to your lap with a nod of his head.

“Full, so full.”

His cackle disheartened you, “Darling I am no where done filling you up.”

You clenched when he said it, earning a small groan from him. You were already too tight, when you spasmed on him it was nearly painful. There was more to do yet, more of you to claim as his. Just the tip of his cock was simply not enough.

His hips started moving again, the folds of his head pulling at the skin of your entrance but not actually crossing the barrier. He was gently rocking, barely making friction between you two. Your hand clawed at his knee, breath hitching. You let an airy moan slip, his head no longer an intrusion but something hot and melty barely rubbing your walls. It started to feel almost good.

Alastor’s cock was throbbing, his shaft touch-starved and desperate for the heat of your cunt. Your face was relaxing now, eyes blinking around new sensations. He wanted to see you experience more, more firsts and frighteningly foreign pleasures. He wanted to see you scared of how good he could make you feel. Alastor wanted you to never feel whole again without him buried balls deep in you.

“Can you take more?” His voice was like gravel, a radio static crackling in.

You met his eyes, glowing still in the dim light, wide and nearly frenzied in their dilation. His smile was practically beaming down at you.

“I don’t know.” You were scared to move forward, even though you wanted more.

“I don’t like liars.” A pop of electricity arcing at the end of his words. You pulled a pillow over your face, trying to hide from the reaction you knew he’d have as his voice made you tighten around him. “Your body says otherwise,” he hissed.

You wanted to say ‘yes’, if this could feel good then how great would all of him feel? But you were scared to vocalize it. Scared to make it start. Alastor lifted the pillow, “I need to see you, dear.” He set it beside his leg, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

Brow furrowed, you shook your head. His grin widened to his ears as his hands slid down your thighs to your hips and he sank his cock to the hilt.

The element of surprise definitely made the nerves of saying ‘yes’ dissipate, but you were now choking on your breath, hands gripping at the blankets beneath you. Was this normal? Was he too far inside you? You felt nauseous, your guts prodded by Alastor’s member.

“How does it feel now?” He watched your eyes scanning the ceiling for an answer. You felt sure there was no way his head could leave you ever again. It was so snuggly fit in you, you feared you’d be pulled inside out. “Words, dear.”

You sat up on your elbows, sweating from the nerves of it all. “Like there’s a big stick stuck in me.”

“Accurate!” He laughed, and began pulling out. You whined, head dropping back. Almost taking himself out completely, he paused before thrusting back in. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, you could feel him with such detail. Every inch of him leaving impressions behind. Alastor could feel it too, how your soft warmth moved out of his way with every push. How pliable your womb was to his intrusions.

More. You could take more, he was positive of it.

Slowly, your moans began to get louder as the pressure faded into pleasure. Every time he bottomed out, you jumped. Every time he pulled out, you wanted to chase after him with your hips.

Watching your face soften, eyes now watery, Alastor was sure you were relaxed enough. He grabbed the pillow beside him, lifting your ass and sliding it under the small of your back. You didn’t ask, just waited to see what the point was. Dissatisfied, he grabbed another and added it under you.

Your hips were up, ass hanging over the ledge the pillows made, back bent upward. When he began to thrust again, you whinced feeling a new part of you widen for him. “Can you see me?” You looked at him when he said it, but he grabbed your hand and placed it beneath your belly button. When he pushed back in, you could feel his cock beneath your hand. Moving it, you watched your stomach bulge slightly when he was completely sheathed in you.

“Oh fuck-,” your head fell back into the bed, it was too much to feel let alone to watch, “Too deep.”

He hummed an acknowledgement, picking up his pace. “Let me see how you cum.”

Your face was hot, reluctantly bringing your hand to your clit and rubbing.

No, this wasn’t a mistake at all. If anything you regretted not asking sooner.

His thrusts now brought lightning to your core, your finger quickening in speed with the realization of just how good he could feel.

Studying your face still, he adjusted his angle until he saw the muscles in your neck tighten. He knew he found your g-spot, your moans dipping into cries.

“I can’t—,” You couldn’t get over the hump, knowing he was watching you, waiting for you.

“You can”, the lights flickered, his eyes now black with small red pupils illuminating your naked body, “and you will, my dear.” One of his hands stopped pressing finger sized bruises into your hips to instead push your own finger aside. The wide pad of his thumb took over and began thrumming you fast and hard.

That familiar build up of pleasure was stronger than you’d ever felt it, and when it finally snapped your muscles from your thighs to your toes cramped. How long had you been tensing?

You practically sobbed into the crook of your arm, Alastor’s hips slowing but still carrying you through your orgasm. They moved slower and slower, until stopping entirely. His head popped out of you, leaving you feeling hollow. Cold.

Eyes wet and blurry, you looked up at him, “Aren’t you going to finish?”

“If we do everything now, what ‘first’ will we have for tomorrow night? And the night after that?” He smiled, member already hidden away and pants buttoned. Your thighs twitched. “Same time tomorrow, little doe?”

You covered your face with both hands, and nodded.

His big hand came to your head and patted you gently, “Good girl.”

I hope you liked it 🥺 I don’t feel as confident about this one. Fun fact, my first time involved bondage. Very on brand, huh? 💖

༻Masterlist༺

Gonna start calling his dick ‘the element of surprise’. You look tired today! What happened? Oh the element of surprise kept me up all night.

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signedkoko · 2 years ago

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Alastor | Stolas | Vox [Comfort]

In which the two of you bump into your abusive ex who just arrived in hell.

You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching

Normally things were relatively peaceful, most, if not everyone, knew the radio demon down to every detail, and avoided him at a mere glimpse

He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe

Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction

There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin

Alastor was already annoyed the moment anyone interrupted him, but even more so at the fact that this individual was shouting obscenities at his darling

Nevertheless, he stood stoic by your side, only glancing down at the shorter individual with an animalistic twitch in his eyes

" Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "

Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter

Alastor was already removing his wrist from your hand to wipe the blood from his cane with a handkerchief

Once the body hit the ground with a thud, he had his arm around your waist and lifted you over it, continuing his walk as if nothing had occurred

" And that impeccable diner over there! I just have to take you, it reminds me of my many evenings after the late shows! "

Stolas had heard enough about the life you lived on earth, each momentous day and each sad tale that made up your story

He knew he was never able to protect you up there, and vows to do so now that you are by his side in the afterlife, offering an eternity of protection

Inevitably, he understood some people who had hurt you would eventually find themselves down here, and that some may try to hurt you, so he refused to let you wander alone for too long

It didn't even have to be him, so long as someone he knew could protect you was nearby

Unfortunately, the first to find you was the worst possible individual

The one who had raised their hand so many times to you, and left you with scars Stolas wished he could erase along with every worry

It was one of your date nights, visiting some upper class restaurant after having washed a romance in theatres

You were both dressed to the nines, laughing in one another's company and waiting for the cab you'd called since you'd finished sooner than expected

The both of you climbed in, only for the doors to instantly lock, tearing off without any word or signal from either of you

Stolas laughed it off for a moment, asking the driver if he already knew your destination, though he stopped when he noticed your eyes locked onto the rearview mirror

" Already moving on to someone else? Think I'm not good enough for you? "

The voice was calm but eerie, aimed directly as you

You looked horrified, and Stolas' heart raced as he connected the pieces together

One moment, the car was racing down the road, and the next, you were in the royalty's arms being carried away from a totalled car burning up in flames

You'd only blinked your eyes

Stolas held you tighter that evening, and refused to let go for weeks after

Vox was an extremely busy person

So unfortunately your intimate time together was rare

Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe

I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays

But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell

Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes.

But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious

Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon

It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm

You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration

People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely

When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment

Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you

The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds

" Finally, I fucking found you! "

One step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee

Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure

" Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after. "

The suited man then walked towards your ex as the doors slowly released, kneeling down in front of him with a cackle

" Pathetic. Freak. "

Vox kicked them back into the elevator, and you heard the thing drop at high speeds back down the skyscraper

Security would handle the mess

Author's Note - I wanted to write for some of my favs to get us started off, and went for a prompt I see pretty often. If you like what I do, please consider sending in a request 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #stolas #stolas x reader #vox #vox x reader #x reader #reader insert

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hxzbinwrites · 1 year ago

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Hey!! Saw that u were taking request <3 I was thinking that an Alestor x wife!reader being a power (but absolutely terrifying) couple would be soooo cool, like maybe they already knew each other from when they were humans, and Alestor is just 10000% a simp for his wifey lol. Hope u like it!

Alastor x Wife! Overlord! Reader | Forgiveness |

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Death, Killing, Mentions of Alastor being a Cannibal, Reader makes STUPID DECISIONS

In the Pride Ring is where all of the sinners and Overlords alike mingle. The uppermost ring of Hell and the closest to Heaven. That’s where some of the most feared and powerful beings live. Two of those entities being Alastor, the Radio Demon, and (Y/n), the Jazz Demon.

Together, they rule their districts with an iron grip. While some Overlords team up, like the Vees, Alastor and (Y/n) were the first to do it. Well, it makes sense really, especially because they were close during their respective times alive on Earth.

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Three gunshots were heard that fateful night. One ending a mans life by his hand, one ending the witness’s life by his hand, and one ending his by justice’s hand. No more Bayou Killer, but he took two more lives before he went. Awful, sick man. Good thing he’s in Hell now…

Alastor hissed as his back hit the pavement. His squinted eyes took in his surroundings, he was in Hell. Hmm, no shocker there. What was a shock was seeing the body next to his.

“Ugghh” They groaned, sitting upright on the pavement next to him. They locked eyes. It was (Y/n). Before Alastor could even speak, she pounced on him, pushing him back into the pavement.

“You sick son of a BITCH!! YOU KILLED ME!! SHOT ME LIKE I WAS AN ANIMAL FOR YA NEXT MEAL!!” She yelled, shaking him back and forth by gripping his collar. His collar looked identical to hers, and he tuned out her yelling, he noticed her attire. She was now wearing a black suit with red and white accents, one that looked like a reverse image of his. Except a few details weren’t the same, hers looked more feminine, but also had less harsh edges to it. She looked more elegant while he looked more harsh.

He then looked up to her face, she had red eyes and long, silky black hair, with red underneath. He looked to the top of her head and noticed two fluffy, black ears. They were currently pressed to her scalp, a clear indicator of her unhappiness at the current moment.

“AND TO THINK, AFTER ALL OF THAT BEGGIN, YOU WAS JUST DYING TO GET ME ON YOUR RADIO SHOW!! WELL LOOK AT US NOW, MR. ALASTOR. LOOK. AT. US. NOW. WHAT EVEN ARE YOU, YOU SICK FREAK. EVERYONE KNEW THE BAYOU KILLER ATE FOLKS. IF YOU WERENT SHOT, WERE YOU GONNA EAT ME?? WAS I GONNA NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO HAVE A BURIAL NEXT TO MY PA, CAUSE YOU ATE ME!? OH LORD HELP ME!!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, feeling no remorse for the doe that whined above him. (Y/n) was a famous musician in Louisiana, particularly in Jazz. Alastor had begged her to come onto his radio show, play some tunes for his devoted fans. She agreed, but that night Alastor didn’t show to the studio. She heard shouting in the woods across the street from the building, stupidly she went to investigate. She saw the oh so famous radio host, and with a bang of a shotgun the other man was dead. Probably in Heaven now. Trying to stay silent, (Y/n) tried to back away before a branch snapped, like a doe her eyes widened before she darted away, only to be shot right in the heart and drop down to the ground. She heard another shot faintly in the distance before she felt the wind brush past her as she fell.

“My dear, I apologize.” Alastor said, gently grabbing (Y/n)‘s hand. “It was never my intention to make you my target. I knew that if word got out about my….hobbies….that my reputation would be ruined. No more radio show.”

“You can apologize for the rest of eternity” She scowled, smacking his hand away before standing up,” You’re a MONSTER. Leave me ALONE. Hopefully someone down here will be nice, but I’m not taking no help from you”. (Y/n) finally walked away, leaving a very annoyed Alastor sitting there.

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About 20 years later

Alastor was a feared Overlord now, rising the ranks out of seemingly nowhere. Even with this newfound power and respect, (Y/n) still wanted nothing to do with him. She was famous in her own way. Music was not very abundant in Hell, and she profited off of that. She had little to no competition in the music industry. Becoming an icon of Hell, her name was in everyone’s mouth, making Alastor yesterday’s news, which irked him to no end.

‘I need her.’ Alastor initially thought,’ with someone as influential as her now, having her on my side will make my power increase tenfold.’ But after many times of asking over the years, he just yearned for her admiration. Not only to be on his side, but by his side. He didn’t know where the newfound obsession came from, but Alastor knew he wouldn’t stop until he brought her to him.

Alastor made his way to her huge studio, basically a small turf at this point. Without ever fighting, she’d managed to become a little bit of an Overlord, just not to the extent she could be called one. He made his way up to her penthouse, knowing the way by heart since this is not the first time he’s made a visit for an alliance.

��What Alastor.” (Y/n) asked, not even looking up from her sheet music she was writing.

“Hello my dear!” Alastor said,”lovely to see you again! I just miss you so much darling!”

“Miss me from what?” She said, turning around to meet his eyes,” we were aquatinted when we were alive, and then you killed me. What exactly do you miss me from?”

“I just miss seeing you.” He said in a softer tone,”Please (Y/n), you must realize that your death was an accident. I was never planning to hurt you. I was never planning to do anything to you.”

(Y/n)’s head tipped down, her ears pressed to her scalp,”but you did, Alastor. You killed me.”

“My dear….” He said, getting closer slowly, like she’d dart off at any given moment, just for him to not see her ever again. “My dear, I cannot imagine the pain you’ve gone through. I know it’s been a few years now, but that’s a few years you could’ve still been alive. Found a husband, had a better music career, just lived. I took that from you, and I’m…..I’m sorry.”

“I know Alastor.” She said, hugging him. Even though he hated when people touched him, she did not know this, so he internally decided to let this one time be the exception. “You know I can never fully forgive you….but after all of these years, I think I can at least try to have you in my life….but if you screw up ANY, I’m gonna kill you. I don’t care if you’re an Overlord or whatever the hell you’re doing, I will kill you like you killed me.”

“Hmm, fair enough” He shrugged, breaking off the hug as he sat down in the chair across from hers.

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Present Day

“So hold up” Angel said, looking at the two powerful Overlords,”He literally killed you and you were like, ‘oh well, I forgive you’. What the hell (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) was a true Overlord know. Once she let Alastor back into her life, he taught her the ways of toppling Overlords. She didn’t posses near the amount of power that he had, so he did the gruesome part for her. Building her musical empire (and later on having to shoo of Vox who begged her to join his up and coming ‘Television’ idea after Alastor shot him down).

“Oh I’d hardly call it forgiving.” Alastor said,”I get constantly reminded about it every day, multiple times a day. You wonder why it took us 60 years to even get engaged.”

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Alastor smirked, looking over at his wife.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do? The man kept coming by begging me every week for TWENTY YEARS!! Lovesick puppy if you ask me.”

Charlie squealed, hugging onto Vaggie. “Look Vaggie! That could be us one day!!”

“I hope not” Vaggie said,” A freaky cannibalistic overlord and his delusional companion. I’m fine with staying as us.”

“No Vaggie! I meant married! Wouldn’t that be fun!! Married for a long time!! Forever!!”

While Charlie was helping Vaggie stop short circuiting, (Y/n) and Alastor just looked at one another with a knowing glance. Alastor took her hand and kissed her knuckles, smiling up at her.

“Thank you again my dear, for letting me back into your life. I’m eternally sorry for what I did.”

“I know you are Alastor, plus I’d be dead already now regardless.” (Y/n) giggled,”I still don’t know what overcame me that day. I mean, who lets someone back into their life after doing that!! I am glad I did though. It’s like you said in that apology, I have a husband, I have a huge music career, but I’m not living, technically, but it feels like it!!”

Alastor chuckled,”that’s right, my precious doe. Now, I am off to go grab lunch for the both of us! If you excuse me, I shall make a trip down to the Cannibal District, and then over to the grocery store for your food!”

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remember-the-fanfics · 1 year ago

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Gen-Z!Overlord!Reader

• Died at 18, been in hell for a few years.

• Came in after Alastor disappeared, just before Vaggie showed up.

• You were never one to follow what everyone else did. Killing, drugs, theft, or porn.

• Kept to yourself for a few months, getting use to being dead and in hell.

• Accidentally became an Overlord after you killed one in self defense.

"In my defense, she was like super creepy and an asshole. A big one."

• The souls were free but you kept your new territory nice so they didn't leave.

• You made jobs and kept the housing in better shape, only made deals to help souls.

• Gave them a job, house, and protection. You give them a limit of a few years of the deal and if they don't mind it, they can renew it.

"Well I don't want to force them to do something, its rude."

• In return, they keep your territory nice, clean, and less violent than most. Work the jobs you made and protect your little town.

• There's been occasions were you trade souls to other overlords, either the soul did something against them or just an asshole.

• The time on the contract would restart

• To every other overlord, you are a child with a knife and to much power.

• You demolished another overlord because they thought you were weak and tried to destroy you territory.

"You ass eatting bitch-"

• You let others fight for new open territory because you're fine with what you have.

• Panicked when you got invited to an Overlord meeting.

• Apparently you had enough power to be one, then you realized you actually were one.

• It was awkward to meet the most of the overlords. Not knowing who you were to begin with.

"This is for overlords only."

"Oh, I'm (Y/n). I got invited."

• Chatted with Rosie before and after it.

• Camilla likes how you run your territory but you seem so young.

• Did apologized afterwards, introducing you to her daughters, apparently you were around the same age.

• Zestial wanted to know how you took over you territory, interested on how you did it.

• You've only meet Velvette because you need some clothes. She recognized you as the up and coming overlord.

• Throwing the clothes you had in your hands away, saying you need to be in the best lastest trend of clothes.

• You were now stuck having a fashion show as she decided what look good on you.

• While not enjoying all the clothes she had you try on, you kept being nice having conversation when she wasn't yelling at everyone else.

• Velvette learned that you were around the same age so she decided that you were acquainted enough to have her number.

• Apparently it wasn't optional for you.

• You brought back way to much clothes for one person, atleast now you have style.

• Chaotic neutral energy

• Charlie meet you after she heard that you improved a part of hell, wasn't expecting someone so young looking.

"Dying just after I turned 18 just means I look young forever."

• Laughing at your own dark humor.

"Ha...ha.

• Charlie did not find it as funny.

• Told you about the hotel idea and you were right on board.

• Thought it was a good way to stick it to the man and help people.

• Vaggie was surprised when Charlie brought back a child.

• More surprised that you're the Overlord that Charlie wanted to meet with.

• Definitely said Vaggie's name wrong for the first time reading it.

• Meeting Angel Dust after he decided to crash at the hotel.

• Not knowing what he was known for but definitely heard his name from someone.

"You're a kind of actor?"

"Of the sorts."

• After you heard what he was famous for.

"Well, he'll do him and I'll do me but never do each other."

• There was an awkward silence of confusion from everyone.

• Having to explain every reference you make.

• Vaggie made jar for everytime you make a dark joke.

• Charlie has asked you why you were in hell. You shrugged, never living a truly bad life but probably just too chaotic for heaven to handle.

• You leave every few days to check back in your little town to make sure everything was running smoothly.

• You know when something happens, feeling the souls you own in a panic.

• Having to let everyone remember why you were in charge a couple of times.

• Either with your words or actions.

• Luckily Rosie just adores your mannerisms and how you don't completely turn away from her with what or who she eats.

"You could say the food was to die for!"

• She finds your dark humor funny.

• So she keeps an eye out for you, sending letters to you every few days.

• You vist her every other week to just chat, she tells you about easy territories that you could get. You say you would rather show up some punks than have more responsibility with more souls.

• Offers food everytime, you say no thanks everytime.

• Rosie would tell you all the tea about the other overlords or her own town.

• Yay! You have an allie with an another overlord by being friends.

• Also with offering truly worse souls sometimes. On a rare occasion.

• Rosie knowing when you offer a soul to her, she would take her time with it. Enjoying every bite.

• Anyway- Sinners would come up to asking for deal when they are completely down on their luck.

• But whats following a couple of rules for free house and job.

• You give them enough warning before you would shake hands then saying you would know if they even thought of fucking your shit up.

• Putting an add for Charlie's hotel in your territory.

• Charlie almost hugged you to death after seeing it.

• When Alastor showed up, the two of you would have a intense staring contest.

• He wasn't expecting another overlord here, oh wait, you're new.

• Alastor not actually taking the hotel serious, pissed you off but he was more powerful.

• Charlie having to keep you and Vaggie from trying to fight him.

"I didn't know there was a new overlord! Charmed to meet you. Whose territory was up for grab?"

"She was a bitch-."

"I know who exactly you speak of, that's good. She never had any manners."

• Watching him summon Husk and Niffty and was shocked.

• Tried it and summoned one of your workers.

• Excited that it worked! Apologetic for interrupting their day.

"Ah ha! It worked! Oh shit it worked! Sorry!"

• You and Niffty vibe on a similar level. Charmingly violent.

• Vaggie has to make sure either of you give the other one a bad idea to do.

• Husk question your age when you went to the bar. Making you do the math.

"Well I died at 18, it's been a few years so old enough."

• Gave you a hard drink which you spit out after tasting.

• You decide hard alcohol wasn't for you.

• Knowing how technology was when you died making you the most technical advance Sinners in the hotel.

That's enough for now, just a thought I had when working.

#platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin rosie #camilla carmine #zestial #hazbin niffty #platonic #reader insert #charlie morningstar #genz reader

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rain0tes · 1 year ago

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Hacker!reader art dump:

(He's tired of being short)

Bonus lucifer wip:

#my artwork #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin reader insert #🌧RainDraws

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crack-whore-who-fuckedup-already · 4 days ago

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Be My Witness {14}

Part 14- Intoxication

Word Count- 8.1k

Content Warning- fake medical science lol, alcohol use, drug use, descriptions of minor injury, descriptions of intoxication, cannibalism, assault (Reader gets man handled by Al), mentions of past traumas

Authors Note- BAHAHAHAHA HEY YALL. happy to be back, long time no see! life has been really busy lately but i finally managed to finish a chapter! woohoo!! this one is certainly a thrilling ride, so strap in and read on!

Tag list!! (i see youz lurkin nyehehe <3)-- @cha0tic-auth0r

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SONG: PIN-EYE by Jhariah

(unfortunately no lyric video found...)

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It was pure luck that Angel would be getting his popsicles. With the hectic events of the afternoon -meeting Alastor, being mentioned in association with the hotel on live television, running into Val so soon after-, the last of the doe's errands had slipped her mind almost entirely. It wasn't until they passed a grocery store in NorthPen did her steps falter, an advertisement for the cold sticky-sweet treat catching her attention out of the corner of her eye.

Y/n hesitated to go in. Fat Nuggets was getting restless, and she felt exhaustion creeping into her bones, making her ache and yearn for rest. But with another bite to her torn cheek, she back tracked and stepped into the shop.

The hotel was a relief to see as they turned onto the street. Y/n finally felt like she could breathe. She never expected how quickly she'd come to think of this place as home -rickety walls, leaky pipes and all. She and Angel were together, and the hotel was surprisingly safe, making her feel safe. She was yet to see how that held up against Val's temper, but she wasn't letting herself think about that right now. She would find out soon enough.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully as they approached the building, already making a list of all the things he would change. Things he will change as soon as he's in good graces with the Princess.

When they approached the circus tent awning, Y/n waved Alastor toward the front door.

“Go ahead. I'll be there in just a minute.”

The buck stared after her for a moment, curious as she set the piglet down. The creature sniffed around the dirt, its little snout twitching and snorting. When his little hoof started pawing at the ground, Alastor finally turned to the door and knocked.

It took a moment, but sure enough, the door opened. Slow and unsure, a pale face peered up at The Radio Demon. He beamed his best smile.

“Hel-!”

The door slammed sharply in his face, and Alastor stood dumbfounded. A tense beat later, it opened again.

“-lo!”

The door slammed once more.

With an imperceptible twitch of his ears Alastor turned toward Y/n. The pig had finished his business and was now back securely in the doe's arms.

Her expression was haughty, almost smug when his eyes met hers. “Wow. Such a shady character, even Charlie Morningstar rejected you? I really should be concerned.”

“Nothing but a dazzling personality here, dearie! I couldn't possibly know what you're referring to. ‘Shady character’, ha!”

Y/n stood next to him now. As close as when she had tripped earlier, except now it was no accident. The way she looked up at him, her gaze unwavering, the faintest of smiles playing on her lips- it was all very relaxed. Like she had given up her earlier defensiveness. Her chin cocked towards him, her brow raising teasingly as a small laugh escaped her.

Alastor saw it then. The faintest of shimmers on her skin; spider silks fluttering in the breeze and catching the evening sun, caressing her face, her shoulders, her arms. Her magic was at play, coating her in illusions and hiding her true self from him. Barely visible, even to his trained eye.

He forgot himself as they held each other's gaze, and so unwilling to break away from her lure, he began to wonder if she was using her magic on him. Some sort of compulsion power he was unaware of, perhaps.

But, no. Simply a challenge of sheer will. Deer versus deer. Soul versus stubborn soul.

The door opened again, snapping Alastor out of his daze. The pale face stared up at him.

“May I speak now?”

Charlie's stunned eyes found Y/n's.

The doe gestured weakly to the Overlord beside her. “A stray followed me home.”

Charlie looked back at the sinner clad in red, suspicious but also intrigued. “You may…” she permitted the newcomer.

Y/n shuffled past the princess and into the lobby, leaving them to introductions. She felt a sense of accomplishment, managing to get back to the hotel safely with this stranger on her heels. But knowing that he intended to stick around to ‘help’ made uncertainty bubble low in her spine. A dull ache settled behind her eyes and she tried to forcefully shake the feeling off with a quick flap of her ears.

The doe passed a riled Vaggie on her way to finding Angel, who was laying on the sofa. Raggedy, stained, and worn in, it was the only loungewear in the lobby available for seating at the moment, the other couches strewn up against the walls. One of Angel's legs was hanging off the side of the cushions, the other propped up against the backrest. He had a popsicle stick hanging out of his mouth as his upper two hands fiddled with his hair, fingers smoothing through it; a carefully established routine after a successful fight.

He was focused pulling a few bloody strands apart when Y/n approached him, plopping the piglet on his chest before she herself plopped between his spread legs, the bags forgotten on the floor.

Angel cooed at the sight of his precious pet, wrapping him up in a smothering hug. Fat Nuggets didn't mind one bit. He squealed and snorted in delight as he rubbed cheeks with his owner.

The spider turned to Y/n with a smile and a word of gratitude on his tongue but stopped short as he took in the sight of her.

She leaned back tensely, trapping Angel's leg against the back of the couch. Her eyes were closed, brows pinched in discomfort. One of her hands was to her head, holding her temple carefully. She heaved a heavy breath, exhaling long and slow through her lips, which twisted into a soft scowl soon after.

“Sugar?” Angel's hand found her shoulder. “You alright?”

Her eyes cracked open, peeking at him through her lashes as she took another deep breath. Then she forced a small smile to her lips.

“Headache,” she stated simply, shifting in her seat.

Angel's lower arms reached out for her and easily tugged her onto his reclined form. Fat Nuggets traded spots with her, finding himself nestled between the doe's and spider's splayed legs at the opposite end of the couch.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Angel, sinking into his warmth. “Just peachy otherwise,” she sighed happily.

She could hear talking around the corner, Alastors cheery demeanor doing jack shit to ward off Vaggie's suspicion. The silver haired woman growled a curse at the man, her defensiveness giving way to her native language.

Y/n tittered at the insult. Her close exposure to Valentino allowed her to make out the words' offensive meaning. She could only imagine how The Radio Demon felt being aggressively called a son of a bitch. If he even understood that that's what was being said to him.

“Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here,” he began, his carefree words turning suddenly sinister.

“I would have d̶͓̾o̸̜̱͑̀n̶̥̅͝ë̸̯ ŝ̶̛̲̩̭͙̞̼̩̩͈̳̉̋̈͗͆̿͐̅͗̚͝͝ͅo̴̡̼͕̭͖̬͍̤̜̯̎ a̷̢̛̺͖̺̦͈̗͓͔͛̐̾̏̿̒̽͆̀̅̃͌̃̈́̾̓́̉̀͝͝ľ̵̨̡̨̧̙̥̖̺̹̞̦͈̗̳̺̦͕͈͉̠̞͙̠̥̓̄̀͐̔̔̇̒̑̈́͜͝͝r̸͔̰͚͇̙͚̳̦͓̮͖̳̙̰̲̣̞͍̖͕̲̮̳͂͑̊͆̃̂̚̕ͅȩ̶̢̛̟̲̼͔͕̻͎̱̣̳̗̜̬̝̠͈͊͛̋͂̆͗͜ą̵̡͔̜͙̗̩͈̥͕̩̰̹͛͑̈͋ͅͅͅd̵̨̬̯̙̃͂̅̀̌̓̎͗́̀͛͋͌̇̑͋̌̓͋̑͒̓̑̄̕̕y̷̗̍́̈́̃̓̈̔̅̀̋̈́̐̇͛̌͋̀́̀̌̈́̽̌̆̐̍̚͘͝͝.”

Radio static filled the lobby, thick and suffocating. It made Y/n's ears ring and her hairs stand on edge. Her giggles quieted and she flinched, the throbbing in her head amplifying as the room tensed at Alastor's words.

But it was gone as quickly as it came, and Alastor excitedly changed the subject.

Y/n caught her cheek between her teeth, tugging and pulling at the already shredded skin there until it tore further. She swallowed thickly, pushing down the rising nerves once more.

Instead she focused on the tingling in her body, just underneath her skin. It had begun creeping in as she was leaving the grocery store and was now a pleasant subtle pulse. Shadows passed behind her eyelids, shapes and colors hardly discernible due to her low doses. But she was experienced enough with her own blood to recognize the effects. Far too many times she had defaulted to this form of self-administration. A last resort is what she would say to anyone who dared ask about it, which no one did. But really, it was just a nasty habit she developed over the years and couldn't quite seem to kick.

“...Y/n?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes shot open at Angel's voice.

“Did you hear a thing I said?”

“What?” She looked up at him.

“The Vaudevillian Villain over there tucker you out that good, huh?” He gestured toward Alastor who, along with Charlie and Vaggie, had filed further into the lobby. “I thought ya didn't have work today. Val call you in too?” She stared at him, her brain slow to process his implications. “Why did you bring him back here? He must've been real good under the sheets for you to-”

“No, no! He's not a client, Angel. I ran into him on the way home. He said he wanted to help so…”

“Ahhh, I see. A gentleman wanting to lend a helping hand? And just how good were those hands exactly?”

Y/n thumped his chest. “It's not like that. He wants to help Charlie with this place. Or at least, that's what he told me.”

“And you believed him?” The spider's head tilted forward, challenging her with a teasingly inquisitive smirk. “You're not at all blinded by his demon form, deer cunt yearning to feel his big deer co-”

“Woah-kay!” Y/n's hand clamped down over Angel's mouth. Her own head quirked, thinking she had the upper hand in this friendly game. “Y’know, I'd be careful how you talk to me or those popsicles I got you? I'll toss ‘em to the quieves.”

Angel pulled back with a smug smile. “Not if I eat them all first.”

It didn't take much at all for Angel to push Y/n off of him and straight onto the floor. She landed with a thud and a harsh groan. “Oh, you fucking dick.” Despite his roughness, they laughed at each other, her while she rubbed her sore bum, and him while he reached for the abandoned bag on the floor.

Angel sat back with a new popsicle in hand -slightly melted and runny, just how he liked them. Y/n stood and stretched before snatching the ice-pop box and walking it to the fridge, making a big show of it for a watching Angel Dust. He only sucked long and hard on his vaguely phallic shaped frozen treat, eyes boldy holding hers as she walked away, knowing full well he won. They both grinned at their friendly competition.

Y/n indulged in a popsicle. She hadn't eaten yet today and her stomach was starting to make it known. If she had been paying any attention to her bodily cues, she would have gotten something other than popsicles at the grocery store. Somehow the Princess of Hell was struggling to understand the concept of a stocked kitchen.

Y/n settled next to Angel on the couch again, discarding the wrapper on the table nearby.

“Redemption. Oh, the nonexistent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that can save such loathsome sinners.”

Suddenly Alastor was talking about, and gesturing, to them. Y/n's face turned sour as she pulled the frozen treat from her lips, and Angel threw his hands up incredulously. Standing next to Y/n, Vaggie looked like she was going to explode, her arms crossed and her jaw clenched.

“There's no undoing what is done.”

“So then, why do you want to help me if you don't believe in my cause?”

“Consider it an investment! In ongoing entertainment for myself,” Alastor pitched. “I want to watch the scum of the earth struggle to climb up the hill of betterment, only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure.”

Angel spared a glance at Y/n. His brow was furrowed, quirked, as if asking ‘this the guy you brought home?’. Y/n only rolled her eyes dismissively because no, he isn't. And no, she didn't. At least, not intentionally. And certainly not for the reason Angel was insinuating.

The accusations were starting to irk her, uncharacteristically so. She wasn't easily bugged by Angel's comments, not usually. She considered for a moment, maybe it was The Radio Demon’s static and his pitiless words that was dampening her mood. Either way, she needed a breather; a moment to herself, where she may or may not be able to sneak herself something stronger than… well, her cheek.

Alastor pulled Charlie to the other side of the room, falling into thinly veiled flattery. Y/n took that as her chance to get away. With a deep breath, she scooped up Fat Nuggets and his bag, and shuffled toward the rickety grand staircase, popsicle melting in her mouth as she went.

“I'm off to get a bump-” A Freudian slip if she'd ever had one. “Book!” Y/n spun around, a guilty laugh escaping her. “I'm gonna go get a book… to, uhm, read… Yeah.”

Luckily, Vaggie seemed too focused on Charlie and her new guest to acknowledge the slip up. Angel bit back his laughter with a shake of his head as Y/n slowly turned around, hoping not to draw any further attention to herself. Then she was up the staircase and by her lonesome, finally.

Fat Nuggets was dropped off at Angel's room and Y/n was sure to grant him a generous amount of pets before she left him in his new home. Then she trudged across the hall and into her own room.

She didn't bother flipping the lights as she entered. Just closed the door behind her and let the darkness shroud her. Moving through the shadows, she pulled back the curtains just enough to allow her to see what she was doing. A small stripe of light was cast across her bed and Y/n noticed a bag sat there, seemingly waiting for her on the mattress.

The bag that Alastor had taken from her at the start of their walk.

Y/n approached carefully, convinced it was some trick. A bag full of spiders, rabid rats, flaming wasps. Or worse… cheap, impure drugs.

But when she pulled the bag open, nothing jumped out at her or seemed out of the ordinary. In fact, everything was accounted for, and then some. The new clothes she bought for herself, the string light decoration she decided on last minute, and something new -yet strikingly nostalgic.

A radio.

Old fashioned and ornate, it sat among the various pieces of fabric, tucked almost entirely away. She reached for it, pulling the device free from the bag and holding it up to the light to inspect it.

It was heavy in her hands but not cumbersome. The wooden panels were stained and polished, not a splinter out of place as she ran her fingers along the grain. The knobs were a pale ivory, indicators painted with a bold red. The speaker was covered with a hard mesh, wood pieces twisting over it like decorative armor.

Y/n's breath hitched, unsure how she came into possession of such a beautiful work of art. And unsure what she did to deserve it.

...Alastor….

...When did he…?

On second thought, maybe a random and expensive looking gift from an ominously illusive Overlord wasn't a good thing at all…

Still, it was a wonderful piece of technology. It would be a shame if she were to discard it so thoughtlessly... So onto the shelf it went with the other nicknacks she's collected over the years. It fit snugly between the crystal tower Angel gifted her and the handful of books she kept in her reading rotation. A dazzling centerpiece.

With a satisfied nod, she went about her business. She plucked a book off the shelf to take downstairs before bumbling around her room, trying to remember where she'd put her dwindling stash. When she finally found it, her heart sank at how much was left; a measly corner in the already small bag. She took the rest of it quickly then crumbled up the empty bag with a groan and tossed it aside to deal with later.

With her nerves back in check, the rest of the day went by in a blur. Nifty and Husker were interesting characters Y/n was sure she'd be forced to get to know. And of course, the most exciting part of the evening; when a bozo in a decked out blimp busted down the front wall and the chaos that ensued. The Radio Demon was quick to flaunt his scarily impressive power while he bested the serpentine demon. And when that was done and dealt with, he led everyone back inside while volunteering himself to make food for everyone. Which Vaggie, Y/n and even Angel thought was a little too eager, but of course Charlie encouraged him. Though to Alastor’s credit, the first whiff of it out the kitchen and Y/n fell silent mid conversation with Angel.

The spider's recounting of his afternoon battle fell on deaf ears as Y/n closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, gathering up as much of the savory aroma as she could. Her head spun as her mouth watered, and the doe remembered then how little she'd had to eat that day. So when the time came, she joined everyone else in the dining room and took a seat at the table.

Alastor had boasted about this particular jambalaya recipe- something having to do with his mother. Y/n would have probed him about the topic if he hadn't disappeared immediately after presenting the dish. What kind of host prepares a meal but doesn't stick around to see their guest enjoy it? Not the most encouraging in terms of trust. I mean, what if he had poisoned the food? Or cursed it somehow? Or… or… oh, what did it matter when it smelled that heavenly. And the flavor absolutely blew her away. Y/n genuinely couldn't remember the last meal she had in Hell that tasted this flavorful. Explosive, spicy, and wonderfully textured, the doe found herself filling her plate with more than she could eat.

With a full tummy and a foggy mind, Angel hauled her to the new bar while ranting and raving about how relieved he was that alcohol was allowed in the building again. Husker seemed oh-so very thrilled to be serving them- not. The old cat was grouchier than when Angel doesn't get his coke fix.

One, two, three shots went by, as well as a cocktail or two. When Y/n felt her head droop with her eyes, she figured it was time to tuck herself away for the night before she wasn't able to get up for her morning shift. She bid Angel and Husker a goodnight, then trudged her way to her room.

Sleep came quick enough, though it didn't quite stick. She was up a couple of hours later, parched and unable to turn her brain off. So she decided to do some exploring. There were still floors of the hotel Y/n had yet to see, after all. The theatre was yet to be found.

The doe knew she could ask Charlie where it was, but she rather enjoyed meandering through the building and making discoveries of her own. So she slipped something warmer on, grabbed a bottle from the now empty lobby, and set out to look around.

Turns out the hotel also had a confectionery shop, an indoor playground, as well as a nurses office. It struck Y/n how many of the rooms were geared toward children. She even came across a fun house room, complete with distorted mirrors, twisty slides, and shifting, twisting platforms. With a swig of the bottle, she moved on quickly.

At the end of a hallway was a white marble foyer, grand golden doors at its center. Her ears perked up and her tail twitched excitedly as she pushed through the doors; she knew this is what she had been looking for.

If the rest of the hotel was run down, the theatre was absolutely trashed. Shredded curtains, busted seats, and holes in the ceiling with the night sky peeking through at her.

The crown moulding was orchard themed. Apples, naturally. The centerpiece hanging over the foot of the stage was a tall and burly tree. Its cobweb covered branches spread out to either side, reaching all the way around the theatre house. Golden apples, birds, and snakes stood out among the artwork and peered down at her, making her feel a little less alone.

It was but a shell of the theatre it once was. Y/n could tell that much without even having seen its original state. But she didn't mind. She was just happy to be back in a theatre.

She hopped up onto the stage, bottle clutched firmly in hand.

There were still lights fixed to the ceiling, pointed toward the stage, and she figured if she could find a light box she might be able to turn them on. With another swig, she peeked around backstage, through the darkness.

Eventually, on the other side of the stage, she came across a switch box. The protective front panel was slashed open, metal shanks jutting aggressively outward. Y/n didn't have to open the box to know the circuitry was fucked, she could see the damaged switch board through the shredded panel.

“Looking to put on a show, dearie?”

Y/n's heart jumped out of her chest. With a startled gasp, she spun around as the bottle slipped out of her hand and shattered on the wooden floor beneath her. She stepped back in a panic, the sound of glass shattering making her flinch out of the way and bump against the switch box.

Her gaze found who had snuck up on her; the obnoxious newcomer, Alastor. He stood by the curtain and, despite being bathed in shadows, his eyes glowed red with amusement as they scanned the broken bottle at her feet.

“What a terrible waste of whiskey,” he chided unseriously.

Y/n sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“A star's debut on a new stage; how could I miss it,” Alastor said, once again frustratingly blasé.

Her ear twitched and her fur prickled. “New?” Y/n grumbled. “What makes you think I'm new here?” She gestured vaguely to the theatre around her.

“What artist would perform fully in the dark, unless they were unfamiliar with the theatre?”

He had a point, she supposed. Her first instinct had been to turn on the light, after all. Still, she hated to admit he was right.

Y/n stepped over the broken glass and spilled drink, making her way past the buck and back toward the stage, light box abandoned. The glow from the hellish sky would have to do in illuminating her way.

She stopped briefly beside Alastor, shoulder nearly brushing his. It was starting to feel like a test, no, a challenge, the way she'd stand so boldly close to him. But right now, her eyes were distant as she looked stubbornly into his, unfocused like her mind was all the way down in Sloth Ring. So he dismissed it this instance on the grounds of her intoxication.

“Well, smart-ass, you're shit out of luck. There's not going to be a performance here tonight.” Y/n wasn't entirely sure she really believed her own words as she left the wings. “Not in the way you want it, anyway," she settled for.

Her feet stopped her at center stage and she faced the audience, taking in the ratty seats. She didn't have to try too hard to imagine them as they were years ago, plush and full of demons ready for a show. She felt a tickle in her throat: her voice twitching with the suppressed urge to sing.

“Ohh,” Alastor trilled, having turned to follow her. “We've a diva in our midst, do we now? Is the state of the theatre not to your liking?”

Y/n hummed. So, this is the act she'd be playing. If it was a diva he wanted, a diva he would get.

“No, actually, it's not,” she snapped as she spun on her heel. “The curtains are torn, and the stage floor is completely worn out- more so than I am after a day of work,” she critiqued. The doe looked up at the ceiling. “Probably because there's more exposed holes in the roof than in one of my pornos, and the acid rain over the years has eaten away at the varnish.” She scuffed the floor with her shoe, twisting the ball of her foot into the worn wood to test the resistance. “Don't even think I could do a decent pirouette on here without embarrassing myself.” Then she looked out into the audience for a second before pointing to the lights fixed to the ceiling. “And the lights! Don't get me fucking started on the lights,” she growled.

Alastor watched her theatrical tirade. He felt like an actor in the scene with her, standing on the stage opposite to her, working off each other's energy. It was a thrilling sensation.

Though nothing thrilled him as much as the thought of being her director. Her doing exactly as he says, executing his visions, making his art come to life...

How rare it was for him to come across a muse. Exceedingly so. Alastor hoped she didn't disappoint him.

“Who knew the Morningstar Princess had such ungrateful residents?”

It was a joke, meant to tease the woman for her clearly obvious act. But her face fell and she went silent as the words hung in air between them. Suddenly she wasn't acting, and her posture shifted tensely.

The buck rolled his eyes. This was a part of their little dance he was growing less and less fond of; her ever shifting sensitivity. His favorite game of cat and mouse and he suddenly seems bored of it when playing with her. One minute she's joking along with him, the next she's shut up tight like a clam.

Alastor would crack her eventually.

The Radio Demon took a step, and then another. With every slow, suave footfall in the doe's direction, a stage light turned on, one by one in a row until the entirety of the stage was brightly illuminated. He was standing a mere foot away from her now, and she turned her chin up at him, glaring in the suddenly blinding lights.

One of her hands came up to shield her face and Alastor caught sight of that delicate shine on her skin again. It shimmered down the blade of her hand, over her wrist bone, and up her arm. Alastor followed it for as far as he could see it. She shifted and the shine disappeared under the light as something else was revealed.

A cut. On her upper arm, just above her elbow. It wasn't terribly long, but it looked deep and ragged around the edges. Crimson was weeping thickly from the gash and Alastor could smell the metallic tang from where he stood.

His brow quirked as he swallowed the saliva that pooled under his tongue.

“You're bleeding.”

The doe looked stunned for a moment. Then it was her turn to roll her eyes. She exhaled a short disbelieving puff of air, almost a laugh, as she shook her head incredulously. Another shift in attitude.

“What a joke. Peak comedy right there, ladies and gentleman.”

Hmm, sarcasm, the buck thought to himself. I suppose that's better than outright wariness.

Her scorn wasn't over though. And since she insisted on making a mockery of him, he insisted on having a taste of her; that taste he never got all those years ago.

“Just watch how I laugh. Ha, ha- ow!” Y/n flinched.

Alastor pulled away from her arm, finger tips coated in her sticky blood. She glared harshly at him for a split second just before she registered him raising his hand to his mouth.

His lips closed happily around his finger.

“NO-” She jumped to stop him, but he beat her to it.

Tangy and bitter, the coppery flavor coated his tongue. He swallowed thickly, and so did she, their reasoning vastly different.

“What did you just do?” Her voice was nothing if not panicked, her glare replaced with wide, clear eyes- clearer than they had been just moments before. They flicked between his fingers, his lips, and back to his own red ones before her hands flew to cover her mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed.

“I enjoy a meal with my entertainment, dearie. Don't you?” He said it so nonchalantly, Y/n almost agreed with him.

“Oh, no no-no-no no.” She grabbed his wrist -hand still held up to his face for another tasting- and pulled, yanked it away from his lips.

Alastor tensed, her cold fingers foreign on his warm skin. He almost pried himself away, then pried her in half, simply for touching him. The only reason he didn't, or so he told himself, was because it got him one step closer to her magic. With her hand wrapped around his wrist, he could feel her power as it coated her skin, light and soft. It didn't penetrate, just swirled against their flesh like early morning mist on the bayou, and the buck thought it felt similar to walking through springtime fog.

Y/n brushed at his fingers, wiping away what little blood was left on them.

“What did you do?”

“No need to worry, dearie. It was only a taste. I would have taken more if I really wanted to, so consider yourself safe,” His eyes narrowed, conveying something akin to playfulness. “For now.”

“What-?” She looked him up and down quickly, cautiously. “You're a-”

“A cannibal? Well, yes of course.”

Y/n released his wrist. “This isn't good.” She took a sobering step back. “This is not good.”

“It wasn't terrible, actually.” Alastor said matter-a-factly, mindlessly taunting the doe as she looked around, frantically trying to figure out what to do next. “I've had worse tasting snacks than you.”

She snapped to face him. “Don't you fucking dare call me that.” Her eyes were frenzied, bright and blazing with defensiveness.

Alastor held her glare, steadily and boldly. “There it is.” Intrigue colored his voice as his grin widened. “There's that fire I remember you having.”

Y/n seethed for a minute, absolutely livid with the demon in front of her. But he smacked his lips, tongue darting out to clean away any remaining blood and the doe quickly had to prioritize damage control over emotional crash out. She heaved a laboured breath and shook her head disapprovingly.

“I hope you like tea.”

“I prefer coffee.”

“...Let me make you some tea.”

~_~_~_~_~

Charlie had mentioned the kitchens before, once the princess realized her guests were still out getting intoxicated after they'd left the building.

“There are no drugs allowed in the Hotel, you know that. And I won't encourage bad choices. But I understand you're adults and you will make your own decisions. So I ask that you at least take care of yourselves when you do. There's water in the kitchens, and snacks in the pantry downstairs for when you're hungover.”

Aside from the commissary kitchen on the first floor -which served the dining hall-, the hotel had a handful of kitchenettes and smaller cooking spaces scattered about.

On the seventh floor of the hotel was a smaller home kitchen, meant for personal use. A standard stove top, fridge, and sink. There was a stand mixer on the countertop. It was surrounded by measuring cups and bowls, looking as if the recipe had been abandoned halfway through.

A table lined the opposite wall. It was big enough for three chairs, one on each side of the table. Though, one of them was a high chair, shaped like a rubber duck. It was pulled out from the table and still had a bowl on the tray. A child's meal, interrupted.

On the fridge there were magnets, dozens of them from all around the Seven Rings, and even a couple from Earth. They held up photos of the Morningstars. Family trips, events, holidays. Memories upon memories of Hells rulers living their most domestic life.

Y/n hadn't realized this was their family kitchen. The couple of times she'd wandered through here for water, she had left the lights off and moved in the dark. And now, with the warm glow of the overhead light, she could see how lived-in the space was, and how everything looked as though it had been abandoned mid activity.

Alastor trailed behind her, silent for a change. He had gone quiet on their walk up to the kitchen. His hands were clasped behind his back and his eyes surveyed the room, sweeping over every little detail left untouched. When he lingered in the middle of the room, Y/n pulled out a chair, brushed the dust off the cushion, and gingerly offered him the seat.

He took it with a nod.

“So, if you don't mind me asking,” Y/n began as she rinsed a pot and put water on to boil. “Why cannibalism?” It came out more skeptical than she'd meant.

She had a general distrust of cannibals, it's true. Long ago, in her first couple years of being in Hell, she was targeted as a meal one day when she foolishly wandered the streets of Cannibal Town alone. It was purely her fault, she came to tell herself. Distracted by her own thoughts, if she had only paid more attention to her surroundings it might have been avoided. Y/n hoped Alastor didn't read too far into her wariness when it came to that particular population.

“What do you mean?” The Overlord asked.

“What made you…” Y/n’s ears flicked back, unsure how to put it lightly. “Want to eat people?”

The doe searched through the cabinets, looking for where the royal family might store their tea. She found a tin box with dark loose leaves of some kind. FireWort, read the plain front label. It didn't tell her much about the product aside from that. But the back label had instructions detailing how to steep the leaves. Another look in the cabinet and bingo- a mesh strainer and an assortment of mugs sat farther back on the shelf. She grabbed the tool and the most neutral looking cup, set it on the counter beside the now simmering water, then turned to the Overlord talking behind her.

“Well, I wasn't always like this,” Alastor leaned back, crossing his legs while considering her question. “When I'd heard stories of cannibalism before, I had always thought it was an issue of control. That those people simply lacked self restraint,” he hummed almost humorously. “But when I got to Hell, and took a look around at the rapist and the racists and found myself, an equal-opportunity murderer, among them. Well, I had a bit of an epiphany then.”

“And what was that?”

“It wasn't about lack of control. It's the opposite in fact. It's about freedom; doing what you want, inflicting your will over others, just because you can.”

Silence lingered between them as Y/n contemplated that perspective. Finally, she leaned back against the counter with crossed arms. “That's not freedom,” she scoffed bitterly. “That's power.”

He pointed at her enthusiastically. “Freedom to exercise power, yes exactly. So, you understand.”

“No,” Y/n couldn't help but shake her head as she turned back around with a frown. “No, I really don't think I do.”

Water splashed over the side of the mug as she poured it onto the strainer, the water bleeding orange a few seconds later. She scooped up the mug carefully and walked it toward The Radio Demon.

“So, 'freedom’ is why you cannibalize others,” she summed up simply.

Alastor accepted the mug with an unimpressed quirk of his brow. He brought it up to smell its earthy, spicy aroma and held it under his nose for a moment while he spoke.

“That, and the taste of flesh in gumbo is really quite spectacular,” he finished with a sip, unaffected by the scalding temperature.

Again, he wasn't particularly impressed. But at least he hadn't spat it out in her face and verbally assaulted her for it. And she would certainly take his second trial sip as a win.

“I will take your word for it,” she conceded with a victorious smirk.

“Now,” Alastor sat the mug down on the table between them. “You didn't really drag me up to this dingy kitchen just for tea, did you dearie?”

Y/n maintained his eye contact, trying to tell if he felt anything yet. If he did, he wasn't showing it. He seemed rather composed overall, and she thought back to how long it seemed to take the Vees to show signs of being under the influence of her blood. Longer than the average demon, she recalls that much. She suspected it had to do with their overlord status. Possibly their magic fighting off hers? It was an interesting concept to think about. But one thing was certain, the toxicity of her blood would win out in the end. It always did.

“Y’know,” the doe shrugged. “Being high is always more fun with company.”

What Y/n didn't know was that a steady chill had been creeping up the bucks legs. He brushed it off when he first felt it walking into the kitchen, thinking it was a result of being so close to the king's quarters, anticipation of poking around and all. But the chill was unmistakable now and the conversation was becoming arduous. And he refused to show it.

His eyes looked her up and down. Then he leaned in with a small, surreptitious tilt of his head, committed to keeping up his facade. “Surprised to say, I don't entirely mind your company either.”

Y/n decided not to read too much into the comment. “Uh-huh.” She suspected he hadn't caught on yet. “Let's get through tonight and you tell me if that's still true in the morning.”

“Now aren't you ambitious,” Alastor laughed lazily, suddenly sounding a bit tired. “Trying to spend your whole evening…” His words slowed and faltered. “...with...me?…”

Something in his eyes changed. It looked as if a thought had struck him out of the blue. And all of a sudden, Y/n could see the cogs turning in his head. His eyes darted back and forth and for a split second, he gave the faintest impression of a frightened animal.

That scared look was gone the instant his eyes found hers again.

“I need coffee.” His voice came clipped and curt.

Alright, Y/n cautioned herself. Here we go…

“Maybe we should stick with tea,” she suggested. “It's probably best you just sleep it off, y'know?”

The Radio Demon left no room for disagreement.

“Coffee. Now.”

The doe jumped to her feet, her ears pressed back cautiously. “O-okay, yeah.” She made for the cabinets. “Let me see what I can find…”

Looking at the cup, Alastor entertained the possibility that maybe she had poisoned it, or drugged it with something. Why, he wasn't sure. Maybe per orders of her boss. But Alastor had no direct quarrels with Valentino. It was Vox and his lackeys he really had to be concerned about. So what motivation would this obviously inferior demon have to make such a move on him.

Alastor pushed the drink away from him with a scowl.

He could feel it bubbling in his stomach and beneath his skin. His natural ear movements got harder and harder to restrain. They wanted to flick and twitch with each new vibration that thrummed through his chest, up his neck and out the tip of his antlers. He could feel his smile getting tense, strained against his cheeks. And worst of all? His tail. The base of his spine quivered, and the dreaded appendage damn near fluttered under his suit coat.

Y/n heard the scrape of his chair on the floor, but barely had a chance to move before she was forced to turn by his hand wrapped tightly around her neck.

Her yelp was smothered in her throat.

“You have five seconds to explain what you did to me, before I gut you nose to naval.”

He held firm, both in his hand and in his eye contact, not removing either until Y/n managed to tremble out a nod. And when she did, his hand slid from her neck to the back of her head where he grabbed hold of a fistful of her hair. To assert his authority, of course, and to keep her under his command. Though there was also something grounding about his hold on her. Not only did his legs feel unsteady beneath him, but his mind was foggy as well. Yet with his hand in her hair, he felt tethered, like a moored ship.

She swallowed thickly before speaking. “You did it to yourself.”

Alastor growled as he yanked back on her hair, just enough to brandish the delicate flesh of her neck to him.

“It's true!” Y/n flinched. “You should be careful whose blood you ingest…never know who might be tainted nowadays.”

“Tainted? With what?”

“I don't-” He bared his teeth as he pulled her in. “Some kind of toxin!” Y/n blurted quickly. “Valentino’s doctors say it has to do with the proteins in my blood or something- I don't remember! But, it won't kill you… you'll just be high as a kite for a few hours.”

Alastor could feel his lungs.

With every breath he took, it was as if they rattled in his chest, and he wanted to reach inside himself and pluck them out. He focused instead on Y/n’s heart beat. His frenzied eyes raked over her pulse point, just under her jaw. It fluttered there, keeping a steady rhythm, no faster than his own. He contemplated raising his clawed finger to her flesh and slicing. Thought the sight -and taste- of blood pouring from a wound might calm his increasingly troubled mind, and it probably would have. But he refrained, telling himself that it's best not to make a mess of the Princess Morningstar's kitchen… or guests, for that matter. He didn't want to end up on her bad side so soon…

And while that was all true, he also took in the information he was just given by the doe and decided he didn't want to be any higher than he already was. Although, he was quickly gathering that he might not have a say in that.

Alastor's vision blurred. And his head suddenly felt heavy, like a ten ton weight replaced his foggy brain. He blinked away the dizziness with a shake. But when he raised his gaze to interrogate Y/n further, his vision spiraled with color, and his words fell flat on his tongue.

Purple, pinks, blues, reds. A myriad of shapes and colors overlaid his sight and took his breath away.

His grip in her hair faltered.

The Overlord was buzzing -physically vibrating- as he tipped forward towards the doe. In a futile attempt to steady himself, he reached for the countertop ledge. Though he came up short and was surprised to find the hip of the demon in front of him instead. It wasn't ideal, and he just about tore himself away from her the instant he realized. Only, she didn't falter at his touch.

No, she straightened before him, and pushed back against his shoulders until he himself stood straight again. It was dizzying, and he instinctually contemplated snapping her wrists off and shoving them down her throat at the sensation of someone touching him.

But she helped him find his footing again.

So he begrudgingly let the hands be. Both hers on his shoulders and his own on her hip and in her hair.

Y/n had seen this all before. The slurred speech, the dazed look, the debilitating vertigo. A pattern she noticed among first time users -herself included. Even Valentino's first time had him teetering over her.

Just after discovering her special little secret, Valentino had left her bloodied and bruised in that dingy film studio, angry she had kept such valuable information from him. That very first day her boss got high off her blood was not one Y/n remembers fondly. But it's true, even the Overlord of sex and drugs struggled to stand upright and string together sentences after his first taste.

Her hands, still on Alastor's shoulders, slid to his chest to take his lapel.

“Okay.” She gave his coat a sharp tug to bring his attention to her. “I know it's a lot,” she cooed, mustering patience she didn't realize she had. His head lolled upright, slow and lazy as his eyes blinked open, unfocused but trying oh-so hard. “Let's just find you your room and get you comfortable, yeah?”

Y/n watched his face, making sure he heard her. His brows scrunched together for a moment and, coupled with his tense grin, it looked like a pained grimace crossed his face. But he nodded through it. And if that wasn't signal enough, The Radio Demon's ears flicked harshly against his antlers.

Y/n sighed quietly in relief.

She turned them around and began guiding him toward the hall, tea and coffee forgotten. Alastor's feet dragged while Y/n got them to the doorway, flipping the lights off as she crossed the threshold.

The buck stopped dead in his tracks behind her.

Alastor really, really, wanted to eviscerate the woman holding his hand right now. She'd made him endure her attitude, her touch, and whatever the hell this intoxication was. Now she intends to parade him through the hotel like some show horse. He refused to allow that.

Y/n spun to face him -to reassure him- and was cut short when shadows suddenly grew around her. The dim hallway light that she intended to use as a guide back to the main residential floor, as well as the dark kitchen they had just come from, all faded instantaneously and the only thing she could see was a teetering Alastor in front of her.

Now her world spun. It felt like she was tumbling and falling through the air and she lurched to find the floor beneath her. Just before her knees gave out, the world rematerialized around her.

The hallway was longer and brighter, and much more familiar than the one she had just been in. She and Alastor were still straddling another door frame, this time with a door. It opened up into a pitch black room.

The darkness shrouded Alastor like a thick blanket. It hugged his shoulders, waist, hips, and swallowed him slowly until his glowing eyes were the only thing she could really see anymore. His eyes- and something else that glowed yellow-green, flickering lazily in the near distance behind him.

“Shadow travel. Cool.” She squinted to get a better look over his shoulder. “Look, maybe don't do that again until you're sober, okay. I don't doubt your abilities. I just-” The door slammed sharply in her face. Y/n blinked through the annoyance of being denied- and ignored. “I just don't trust mine.”

The doe stood outside the closed door for a moment and thought maybe she should stick around. To make sure he would be alright. To be sure everyone else wasn't in imminent danger. Though mostly, she was just curious to see more of the incapacitated Radio Overlord. His ear flicks from moments before were as equally endearing as they were concerning. And it was always quite the sight, seeing such powerful beings so vulnerable.

She quickly decided it wasn't worth loitering around in the open hallway for. Besides, there were only a few short hours left before she had to leave for work, and the adrenaline of the past couple minutes was wearing off. She was absolutely beat.

Y/n backed away from the door with a sigh, ready to make her way down the hallway towards her own room, when a shadow darted hurriedly across her path. Ears similar to hers, but parted by a pair of antlers. This shadow wasn't hers.

She froze, watched and waited. It only grinned at her.

Y/n blinked back.

“I'm going to sleep. I suggest you try and do the same.”

With an apologetic smile, the doe turned and finally made her way down the hallway, the grinning shadow looming close behind her.

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A/N- idk what it is but i LOVE writing my faves getting fUCKED up. anywhoooo, i wanna be so completely honest, these next few chapters are probably gonna take longer to write cause its going to be a lot of figuring out how/where my story's plotline lines up with the HH one. that being said, im SO FUCKING EXCITED for how this story is going to play out cause i got so many ideas, im just figuring out how to properly set us up for it all :D

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