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[redvexillum]

PSA: Hate Message/Bullying

This will be my last message regarding the negative messages I’ve been receiving. To the person or group responsible, you’ve crossed a line. While this message is directed at you, it's also meant for others in the Hazbin Hotel community who may be experiencing similar negativity and feel isolated.

Please remember, you are not alone.

CW/TW: inflammatory language, suicide, death threat, provocative language

Annonie, when I woke up this morning to over 20+ messages, I felt confused. As I started reading through all the hate, I found myself wondering, "What did I do to trigger this?" But then I stopped and realized—it’s not me. It’s YOU.

For a moment, I thought about quitting. I honestly considered giving up writing here because it didn’t feel worth the constant barrage of negativity, especially when I’m already juggling so much stress in my real life. But there's something stubborn in me—a part that refuses to back down, even when faced with such blatant, childish hate. Maybe it's my age, or just my nature, but I found myself trying to understand you.

I want to tell you to stop before it goes too far.

Words have power. Have you ever been taught that?

I don’t know if you write stories yourself, but if you do, you know how words can evoke so many emotions—joy, comfort, sorrow—giving someone an escape or a friend in the pages. But words can also destroy. They can crush dreams, steal hope, and even push someone to the edge.

I lost a friend to online bullying. One of my closest people was taken away because of hate-filled words from a stranger. Do you understand the weight of that? They were a lover, a friend, a family member, and in a single moment of hatred, that person lost their future. Someone’s thoughtless words robbed them of happiness, of possibility.

You see, while I can take your hate, I worry about the others in this community who might not. I’m more concerned about the impact you might be having on someone else who’s already struggling.

It only takes one bad day to ruin someone’s life. And isn’t that just heartbreaking?

I’m not asking you to be a hero or a saint.

I’m asking you to be a human being—to show some compassion.

[redvexillum]

Basically - I have the challenging challenge to force myself to write a fluffy, domestic Alastor with a doe reader. My story will focus mainly on touch starve/touch averse trope and how Alastor is basically a baby alpha (he just recently got designated once he found his mate). Honestly, I'm so freaking tempted to drop all my stories and work on this but alas, I must be disciplined or I will end up with multiple wips that never ends.

Plus, @redfoxwritesstuff and I will be exchanging notes to make sure we get each other's canon timeline right and I thought it would be a challenging but fun little joint project. So I hope Alastor Lovers and Vox Lovers give both stories some love ❤️

could you tell me more of the joint project you have with RedVexillum? I am obssessed with ABO so I read on her blog that she's working on this story with you and you are also my favorite writer so two favorite writer working together is like dream come true111!

Yo- @redvexillum! Come bask in the praise!

It's a bit of a hot mess of an Idea. My half is Vox x reader and much darker. We're hitting a cat reader who was disregarded by Vox in life when they crossed paths and has a equally traumatic life in hell.

While ABO dynamics exist in life, they're not as powerful as in hell and there's some soulmate dynamics at play. It'll be a longer series focusing on Reader's landing in hell, how her heats impact her life and how she ends up in the care of the Vee's.

Red's reader ends up with Al is a friend of Kitty's. Kitty takes on a bit of a big sister role to the younger doe.

Overall, it's the story of how two woman find their mates and survive their afterlife.

[safination]

Bringing the Rain to You

|Masterlist|

Pairings: Adam x Reader Warnings: None! TLDR: It doesn't rain in Heaven, but sometimes all you need is that one, special person, and maybe, fake rain isn't so bad after all.

Wow, would you look at that? A non-Alastor post! I'm surprised as well, but this is for the biggest Adam simp ever @redvexillum. You feed me Alastor, and I feed you Adam. It's a mutualistic relationship. Enjoy my short one-shot. I would make this longer but if I keep writing I might have to go into overtime. I only spent like an hour or two of this, don't judge too hard. I have yet to achieve god level of writing

It doesn’t rain in Heaven – maybe, it should, honestly.

There’s something comforting about the soft pitter-patters when droplets hit the roof. Or the drip of cool water down flushed skin. The memories call out for you, teasing you with reminders of days spent under the clouds, hand in hand long before the concept of rings was invented. Most of all, it reminds you of golden-yellow wings.

Association is a weird thing. It doesn’t listen to rationality – it just is.

Maybe, if it rained up here in Heaven, the floods within you would filter out your chest and seep into the clouds and flush down the streets.

You curl your legs closer to your chest, sulking on the park bench. Children’s laughter echo between the trees, and are lifted high up into the clouds. So much happiness in one are—

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water droplets hit your skin, and slide down your cheek.

It’s . . . raining? That’s impossible. It never rains in Heaven, but here it is, drops of water kissing your face.

“Hey, babe.” There it is – the most beautiful golden-yellow wing. It hovers above you, shielding you from the rain. Adam smiles down at you, standing with such a proud puff as he uses his wing to shield you from the rain. “What’s a fine bitch like you doing out here alone?”

“I wouldn’t be alone if I had my husband with me.” You lean back on the bench, cocking your neck back to look into him. “You’re going to get wet, honey.”

“I know!” Adam laughs, and his wings extend as he does. “But it’s fucking hot—admit it, you’ve always wanted me to do this.”

You beckon him closer, and wipe away drops of water from his helmet with a smile. “How is it even raining, baby?”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Adam says. “Rain is a no biggie. For you, I can make it storm.”

“How sweet.” You clutch your heart and swoon into him. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Adam moves his wing, far enough to show you what’s above but still close enough to shield you—nothing more, nothing less. “It doesn’t rain in Heaven,” he says. “But I can bring the rain to you.”

Lute hovers above, a garden hose in her hands. There are three other angels next to her, each with their own garden hose. Lute gives you a thumbs up, and you give one back. Sweethearts. That’s what they are—each and every one of them.

“Baby, you can’t keep using them for personal use,” you say, but still . . . it’s a smile that appears on your lips. “Sera will be furious.”

“Nah, these bitches don’t mind—they love us! And technically, you’re also using them for personal use.” Adam gives them a thumbs up, and they all salute back with a proud puff. “I didn’t find you when I got back from He— uhhhh . . . I came from the house, and I didn’t see you.”

“And your next guess was to go here?”

“I assumed you were moping as usual,” he says, and despite the helmet you can see how he rolls his eyes. “Figured you were here. What are you doing here anyway?”

You show him your brightest smile. “Thinking of divorce.”

Adam’s wing flicks a little. Still, he keeps it above your head to keep your dry from his rain. “Fuck . . .no!” He removes his helmet, and those golden eyes stare straight into you. “I’m not letting you divorce me.”

You press a kiss on his cheek, letting your lips brush him with each word. “And why not?”

“Babe, I’m not letting the baddest bitch in my life leave me.”

“Baby, you disappeared for twenty-four hours again.” You kiss his nose, and a bit of that fake rain transfers back to your lips. “I would have liked a good-bye before you left for wherever it is you go during this time of the year.”

Adam brings his hands under your armpits, and lifts you to stand. He pulls up part of his robe and brings it over your head until you’re snuggled into his clothes and flushed straight into his squishy chest. You can feel the heat of his skin.

Those wings of his hover above, shielding the both of you from the rain he commanded.

“What a stupid fucking thought.” Adam pulls you, setting you on his lap. “Moping because I didn’t say good-bye.”

You lean into his chest, snuggling under his robe. “Baby, you mope when I forget to kiss you good-bye during the mornings.”

“That’s different,” Adam tells you, and leans his chin over your hair. “I’d fucking combust if I don’t get my good-byes. Guts and blood would just be everywhere. It would splatter on some poor fucking kid.”

“What a sight that would be.” You bring your legs up, and curl as deep as you can into him. “ . . . Thank you for the rain. I love it.”

“I’d make a thunderstorm for you if you stop thinking of divorcing me.”

“Me?” You press a kiss on his cheek. “Divorce you? I would never do such a thing.”

Adam brings his arms around your waist. “Fuck off,” he says. “You just said you were thinking about it. This is . . . fuck, what’s it called? . . . You’re gaslighting me!”

“Baby, I was just pulling your leg.” You cup his face, squishing his cheeks as you do. “Who in their right mind would leave you?"

“I can think of a few.”

Adam grabs your chin, and presses his lips straight into you. Kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss. That’s what happens during twenty-four hours of not seeing each other. It’s like you’ve become newlyweds once more.

He traces the gold ring around your finger. “Marry me?”

You kiss his jaw. “I already did that.”

Adam rolls his eyes, but still . . . he settles his chin on your shoulders and stares straight at the Winners who smile and laugh. There’s a far away look on his face – it’s the same look he gets every single year without fail – and you know he’s thinking of the Sinners down in Hell. Sometimes you forget, those Sinners were his children too.

“Come back to me, baby,” you mumble against his neck, pressing a little kiss. “You’re drifting off to a place I can’t follow. What do you need?"

Adam’s wings flutter a bit, and he presses you deeper into his squish. “Stay with me.”

“Done.” You kiss his cheek. “What else do you need?"

“Keep cooking for me.”

The second kiss goes on his other cheek. “Always.”

“Listen to me play,” he says. “I thought of a new riff. I think you like it.”

“Whenever and wherever.” A kiss to the nose.

It’s funny to see him scrunch his nose a little. It’s not often he takes off his helmet in public, but you’re not going to complain. Not when there’s that boyish grin spread across his lips. “Love me.”

“I do.” You press one, single kiss on his lips. “Always and forever.”

It doesn’t rain in Heaven, and it never will. Gone are the days of those grey clouds, and the sound of the droplets during the night. But . . . maybe, it wasn’t the rain you were chasing because despite garden hoses flinging water above you, you’re perfectly happy.

[kewpikayo]

"Partners...?" Human Alastor x Reader

Chapter 3: WC: 4,488

I dedicate this third and final instalment to the astounding @jurijyuu, the extraordinary @redvexillum and the spectacular @melodyonthewireless. Thank you all so much!!!!

Warnings & tags: Violence, bloodshed, environmental destruction, Survivor's guilt, Minor character death(s). Alastor is still a little shit.

Chapter 1: Team Player

Chapter 2: Left Hanging

You are at Chapter 3: Burning Alive

Inhaling deeply, your senses awoke to the sharpness that often comes with smoke, your lungs burning with the ache of a thousand suns. Your skin felt hot underneath your jean jacket, singed and crisp as the denim clung to you. You felt as if you were being cooked. Everything ached and burned… 

…Everything was burning…

…Everything was on fire.

Your eyes flash open, surveying your limited horizontal surroundings to finally come to the conclusion your nose had already gained the answers to. Your cheek was clinging to the damp earth, your hair no doubt doused in its essence as you attempted to move the hand seated next to your face. 

Why was everything burning? Why were you lying down? When did you pass out? You didn’t remember falling asleep.

As the fogginess in your brain subsided, it leaked through your ears and into the air around you. Smoke mixed with your tangible thoughts until it produced an heir of smog floating just barely over the nearby cattails. The mist was faint as your form clung low to the ground where oxygen was ample. You were safe from the promised flame.

For now…

Ignoring the terrible ache that afflicted the inside of your lungs and nearly everywhere else on your person, you urged yourself to your knees. You offered yourself copious pauses until the majority of your weight rested upon your shins, sinking you deeper into the sticky mud as you tried to ascertain what happened.

As if an immediate clue to what had transpired, your eyes caressed the blurry horizon amidst the crackle of far off flame. The landscape offered nothing but freedom and an over abundance of naked trees amidst the dank marsh. The rare form of sunlight licked through the spaces in between their branches as smog continued to offer you shelter.

You had…Escaped? 

Relief flooded into your system as an audible laugh of disbelief smuggled its way out of your mouth, rapidly turning into a strangled scream that lodged itself in your throat as your face turned to the side to observe your silent audience.

Fingertips clawed at the tender skin of your cheeks, the feel of gravel and muck abrasive on your flesh and underneath your touch as your voice fought in your mouth. Your brain was unsure of whether to release the tension in your voicebox or swallow the urge completely. Your  eyes bore into the ones belonging to a deceased compatriot. It was the most macabre staring contest you had ever held witness to or participated in to date.

Unfamiliar spheres devoid of life bore into your soul as your irises timidly traced along the outline of the corpse of another survivor, ending their travels at the male's neck. A thin, clean cut awaited your sights; continuously oozing the deepest burgundy into an ocean beneath him. The kill was fresh.

What happened? Usually the Entity retrieved what souls she captured from the hooks, collecting the entirety of her victim’s essance and leaving nothing behind. Surely it wasn't her doing.

With a deathly chill creeping up your spine, your mind ascertained that only one other individual could’ve caused what afflicted your eyes.

As if an immediate confirmation to your discoveries, the subtleness of serrated laughter cut through the air. The clipped sound came from a familiar voice, cold but pleased in its utterance.

 It was getting closer. 

You didn’t want to turn around.

The hands still drawn to your cheeks curled over your flesh, dirty nails digging into delicate skin as your breath ceased in shock. You closed your eyes tightly. Memories from what happened only hours prior flooded into your mind’s eye in brief flashes. They were gruesome details you would’ve happily lived without.

The generator’s were finished, the exit gates opened. Another survivor made an appearance only to be brought to his knees by your partner; hamstrings slashed to oblivion by the knife Alastor harbored.

A bloody race to the death was requested of you to satiate the obvious boredom drenching into your partner’s visage. It was a race you had won, and you had to look away as the other life fighting against fate’s clock was forfeit. The blade in Alastor’s hands brought about a swift end. You hoped it had been painless; but by the sounds and gurgles the victim made you sincerely doubted it.

Then flame. Nothing but flame dousing every inch of the land in its torrential wake. It continued in its encroachment in the weeds and over the boglike water; smoke pairing with its vicious heat to the point it made the sweat on your brow more prominent. Your vision grew even more blurry. The smell was putrid, and severely unharmonious to your senses.

Finished with the visuals your mind relentlessly supplied, you opened your eyes. Finally turning your head to greet the crunch of grass under boots and the laughter that had all but gotten louder, your body froze once again. Horror gripped you at the grotesque sight.

Human flesh burned away, allowing Dark curls to transform into only the brightest of reds as animalistic ears sprouted from his crown, the edges of which tinted the deepest shade of old blood. The man’s eyes were lidded, beholding you calmly with all the boldness in the world. Your partner’s smile was sharp, golden and grand across the expanse of his face. As he continued to grow near, he grinned at you with an uncanniness that made your blood run cold.

Alastor's newly acquired overcoat was ripped as it flapped in the wind, dancing with the soot and debris the warm wind carried overhead. A few ashes fell upon his shoulders, but with effortless poise the demon wiped his clothing to perfection; continuing to stalk over to you, his footwork calculated and quiet. The only sound escaping him was the slight buzz of static.

You couldn’t stop staring.

“Well, I suppose that’s a bargain completed and a job well done. Wouldn’t you agree, doll?”

Your partner was…A red devil? Your thoughts buffered as Alastor clapped dust from his palms and continued drawing close as he knelt down to collect his blade from the ground. He certainly wasn’t human, that was for sure. Somehow he had even gotten taller, his plush ears reaching heaven as antlers akin to the sharpest thistles and thorns crowned his head. 

Wiping his blade clean on his trousers, the knife glinted in the light of dawn as he looked from his task to you to regard you calmly.

He. Wasn’t. Human.

It all made sense now. His prowess and knack for killing without attaining injury, even his speed. He was seemingly unmatched. It was all coming full circle.

With the last remnants of humanity that still clung to Alastor being licked away by flame, the blood rushed in your ears as you tried to teach your lungs to breathe again. To no avail. You were petrified. The only reality available to you was the visage of a red devil with a golden grin and a compelling, bloody stare.

Your dry tongue could only produce audio for one feeble thought.

“...Why…?”

Alastor didn’t seem bothered by your pondering as he made quick work of placing his knife back into its sheath. He didn’t answer you.

“...Why did you feel the need to kill them…? Fuck…Why did you…Why did you kill the other survivors…?!”

Another pause followed your words as Alastor tilted his head, his bob tickling his cheeks as the wind tousled it gently. The words that exited his lips were accompanied by an odd frequency, filtered and distorted until his voice was as grotesque and bizarre as his transformation.

“...What an odd question from the one requesting their blood be shed in the first place; but I suppose I’m inclined to give an answer…”

A few steps forward brought him in front of you, kneeling to accommodate your weakened state.

“Doll…Have you ever heard of the phrase, ‘The devil’s in the details…?’”

The silence following your partner’s words seeped into your subconscious as he continued to fuel your ears with your own words.

“You were the one requesting I ‘“pick off the others”’… I dare say you even made mention for me to, ‘“Stab people”’…? Why are you confused dear…? I only did as requested.”

 The horror in your heart as you realized your audible mistake was immense. You hadn’t specified who Alastor killed, just that he did so.

You were just as guilty in everyone’s demise as your partner was…

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Alastor regarded you with a curious grin, regret blooming onto your features as if your skin was a beautifully curated garden, lush with melancholy and woe. 

The sight was delicious. Your despair was a feast.

As precious moments passed by and the elusive sun reflected in the metal buttons, trinkets and pins on your denim jacket; the same type of question graced your lips a second time.

“...But….Why did you kill all of them….I-I didn’t ask you to….You knew I meant the….The bad ones…”

“Oh? Did I?”

You glanced up at him in wary confusion.

“ How are you so sure? After all, verbiage is very important when it comes to contractual agreements.”

A chuckle left him, sharp and eloquent.

“Since there were no such specifications, I just took the liberty to execute my end of our bargain with only the utmost dedication…You're most welcome, by the way.”

Straightening his monocle with his free hand; Alastor made a minor adjustment to insure its continued attunement to his face. Words flowed from his practiced lips like silk.

“The others served me no purpose, and I dare say it’s a bit unfair to have a young lady do all the work herself. They would have benefited from all of your hard work and you would’ve received no compensation for it. We couldn’t have that…”

“But…They were just trying to survive, like I was…Like w-we both were…”

Your voice grew with the added weight that your heavily clouded thoughts no doubt provided.

“Why…Why didn’t you kill me…?”

It was a rhetorical question, uttered to yourself in the faintest, most poignant of whispers; a doubt so profound it sent your callous voice retreating into the back of your throat. How pathetically adorable.

However pleasant and enjoyable the sight your mental turmoil produced; your persistent scowl accompanied such an ugly little frown on your delicate, bloodstained features. He would fix that. Promptly.

“My dear, we are partners, are we not? You said so yourself…So why in Heaven’s name would I end someone who has proved beneficial to me? It’s a bad business practice. Surely you can understand something so simple…”

“I…I get that, but…Why even go through all the trouble to leave a witness in the first place…? You killed everyone else, so why not take my life too? Sounds half assed if you ask me…If you’re gonna commit to a killin’ spree, then you better damn well finish what you started…”

The timorous eyes that hid from him boldly gave themselves as a gift, dauntless in presentation as you gazed at him. The sunlight and the flames surrounding you supplied the additional amount of charm reflected in your eyes. It was an inner strength Alastor was marveled by. 

Defiant little thing. He laughed, appreciating the challenge your venomous gaze wordlessly taunted him with. What fun you were.

Unfortunately for you, he would be the one calling the shots.

“You’re right. I love an audience, but usually my “hobbies” were never public knowledge in life. Ha! I do suppose you are right, though. How “half assed” of me indeed…However, it is not an issue I intend to amend…”

Alastor brought his hand to your chin, the pad of his thumb tactfully floating over your bottom lip. You flinched at his touch but didn’t back away.

“Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t allow the chance for any witnesses; but you have dutifully performed your purpose and have kept your side of our shared bargain. A reward for your services is owed to you, yes?”

Crisp, unwavering irises bore into bloody ones as the demon’s smile upped in charm.

“Besides, I…”

Propping his forearm on his knee; his free hand shuffled amongst the contents of his coat pocket in search of something to occupy the emptiness of his claws. His finger tips ached for something of old habit.

“...I suppose you could say that I’ve taken a shine to you…You have moxie. A will, a determination, to survive. I’ve witnessed you dauntlessly stare death in the face thrice this evening, plus or minus a few tears and a bit of bloodshed, of course…”

The tips of his claws found purchase on the carton of his favorite brand of cigarettes that made a nest in his breast pocket. They had remained from the last time they were ever used, some fifty odd years ago. 

He placed the fragile, open pack of cigarettes on the wet earth, reaching for one to light. He took note of how your eyes flitted to his hands; a curiosity, a distrust of him, taking root in their depths. Good. He had always liked keeping his audience on their toes, guessing what his next move would be.

“You could say that you have a light in your eyes that the others failed to possess…”

Finally procuring a smoke from his old carton of Lucky Strikes, Alastor made haste in lighting one between his red fingertips. Now in his usual form, his power was restored to him.

“You intrigue me; and it would be a disservice to you to allow that spirit of yours to dwindle if I have means to curate it and offer it another opportunity to thrive.”

Lifting the chosen cigarette to his lips, he took in a long drawl before blowing smoke out of the side of his smile. He stifled a cough, not used to the all too familiar burn after years out of practice. The taste, though old, was just as he remembered. Terrible; but the rush he desired was still the same.

“Sometimes you must let game go so they may give you a greater thrill in the future…Any good hunter worth his salt knows this…”

Another drawl of the nicotine in his fingers had him blowing the smoke over his shoulder. The smell was just as foul as the smog wafting over the stagnant water of the bayou.

“Killing you, my dear, would have certainly been a treat; but knowing I am the sole reason for your escape is the greater thrill this morning. Perhaps, one of these days, you will find yourself in front of my blade rather than behind it…Only time will tell…”

The thumb floating over your bottom lip finally pressed into your skin, ghosting over your frown until it reached its corner. His palm cupped your face as he pinched the excess skin in between his fingers.

Alastor was silent a moment, captivated by the scowl and that disgruntled stare you presented him.

“Hmm…I suppose that beneath all the muck, grime and that vexing frown of yours…”

His grip tightened on your cheek as he pulled at your face teasingly, moving his cigarette away from his lips.

“... There is a sweetness to your features…A softness I quite like…”

His claw pushed further into your cheek, blood gently oozing out of your flesh as he carefully went in an upward line; tracing a lopsided smile into your dimple.

 If you wouldn’t willingly give him a smile, then he would make one. 

You flinched at the pain the demon inflicted, but dared not move away. He admired your wisdom and your willingness to acknowledge that you were bested. You were out classed, and he could do to you what he wished. You were his captive audience and he had you tuned into every single word he deemed fit to express. It was such a delicious experience.

Perhaps he should’ve at least asked for a grin before he departed. His mannerisms just ensured he would see one from you that morning, but perhaps you would be generous after he was so kind as to spare you? A smile was the only thing he requested in thanks for his generosity. Supplying one shouldn’t be that hard for you.

“...Of course, you would look one hundred times better with a nice little grin. Surely you’ll grant me the pleasure of seeing it…?”

Alastor tilted his head as he regarded you, adding a teasing lilt to his calculated crooning.

“You would do anything for your partner, yes…? Such a loyal, dutiful little soul you are…”

The audible, mocking purr forming in the depths of his throat faded as his own smile grew in devilish charm. What a sight you were. An obstinate statue of dismal decorum. One he could, he would, will to submission. 

Just as he silently willed it did it come forth, tentative and delicate. Obviously laced with fear and disdain. The curvature of your lips was not quite genuine, defiant as you begrudgingly gifted a grin to him. Still, it was a gift he accepted all the same; regardless of how stubborn and unwillful the presentation.

What a treat, to come across such an adorably, obstinate soul. Your company certainly proved to be enjoyable, strangely enough. Alastor was thankful he didn’t kill you when he had the chance. A world of entertainment would’ve been lost without your company.

His eyes clung to the reticent smile embroidered into your features as your brow furrowed; painting a peculiar expression that he just couldn’t get enough of.

 He couldn’t look away.

“...Breathtaking…”

Lifting his cigarette to his lips once more, Alastor took a deep inhale of smoke only to blow it back into your face with a proud chuckle. His eyes finally tore themselves from your smile to meet your eyes once more. He watched with twisted glee as you scrunched your nose up at the smell, coughing feebly into your sleeve.

Your varied reactions that morning had more than satiated his curiosity. For once, in a long while, the demon was content.

“Now…You’ve been a lovely audience; but I’m afraid that this is where we part…”

Releasing your face from his hold, he patted your cheek gently. He was sure to coat his fingers in copious amounts of the blood trickling down from the marks he created before letting you go. 

“...Perhaps we will meet again, old sport…”

A hunger was present in his gaze as he took a final drawl from his cigarette before throwing it to the weeds, quenching the few sparks his actions made into the muck under the heel of his oxfords. He held the smoke in his lungs only to release it as he gripped the edge of your baseball cap. With a delicate flick of his claws, the hat was moved to obscure your vision as he gave a fond, jaunty laugh. As promised, amusement flooded his chest when he watched you fix your cap to its original place on your crown with a hefty huff.

Yes. Your company was most satisfying indeed…

“Until then…Adieu…”

Feeling his time was amply used to its maximum purpose, he turned on his heel and headed promptly into the direction of naked trees and sparse foliage. Freedom greeted him in the light of the dawn, the chirping of crickets dying away as morning echoed its breath over everything in sight. A hum found its way on his lips, pleased and bold as he put a bit more pep in his step in his exit; sufficiently satisfied with leaving you as his sole witness.

According to Alastor, you had more than earned the opportunity to keep your life.

It was a fate most befitting for any partner worthy of the Great Radio Demon…

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Fixing your cap from your partner’s rude treatment of it, you lifted the hat from your head only to place it gently back in its place. Your eyes glared at the remnants of the smoldering cigarette butt that made the grass into a makeshift funeral pyre, smoke giving the sparks brief life even moments after they were snuffed out.

Why did Alastor even feel the need to snuff out a possible fire threat when the whole premises was already ablaze? It made no sense to your tired mind as your eyes broke from the corpse of the cancer stick in front of you to the other fresh corpse beside you.  Guilt gripped your chest yet again as fear ripped your focus to your shaking, sin-covered palms.

The smile Alastor coaxed from you previously with his words and his claws remained, frozen as your hands shook. You clenched and unclenched your bloody, oil covered fingers as you steadied your breathing. You willed the desire to scream, to sob, to leave you.

You would not cry. 

You. Would. Not. Cry.

Tears as defiant as you stung the wounds in your cheeks in their fearful descent as your grin faltered into a downward curve. You bit your bloody lip, harsh breathing traded for stifled screams. Regret held you in a choke hold as the gravity of your despair ripped your throat on its way out. You weren’t sure if the taste of iron was from your busted lips or the magnitude of your voice.

Your head molded into your hands, muffling your anguished cries in an attempt to calm your torrential emotions; but to no avail.

You were pathetic. Why were you weeping? You weren’t mourning the dead; but your integrity. Yourself. You selfishly drew in breath while the other survivors, victims, would never have that opportunity to do so again.

All because of the words you misspoke in haste to secure your own future.

Why were you sobbing? Why were you so ungrateful for the chance to live? You cared for no one but yourself, so why did tears insist on falling for complete strangers?

Why didn’t you beg, insist, for Alastor to kill you too?

You didn’t deserve to be alive. You were a mistake. A useless partner, getting caught constantly and needing someone else’s protection and blaming your shortcomings onto Alastor when he wouldn’t help you. You were useless when it came to survival, when it came to helping anyone else but yourself…

You truly were a useless soul, petulant and needy.

Useless. Selfish. Awful.

Bereft for complete strangers and left shocked to your core, your voice continued to escape loudly into the air. Your voice was free.

You were free.

You were alive. They were not.

You. Were. Alive.

You were the only one alive…

But at what cost…?

“...Dammit…!”

You bit down into your palms, tasting earth, iron and oil as you felt the grit of loose gravel against bone. Only the wretched taste of dirt and blood and the intensity of flesh being painfully punctured under teeth was available to you.

The pain meant you were alive...

…You didn’t deserve to be alive… 

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The favored taste of old pennies remained in the back of the Overlord’s pallet, enjoyable down to the last taste as Alastor licked his fingers clean. The previous sight of your blood reawakened his hunger. It was only fitting he should allow himself a taste. It was a sufficient reward for his own successful efforts.

After all, it was breakfast time once again.

The all too familiar, bitter savor of metal lingered on his claws and tongue as a melody came to life in the radio host’s voice. A bright, tenor hum greeted the sunrise as the snap of twigs and crunch of grass turned to debris under his oxfords. Alastor was in his element; and for the first time in a long while, he was content.

 Things were good, thanks to you.

Turning a sharp left around a group of dismal looking shrubs and trees, the peculiar sight of something as otherworldly as himself caught Alastor’s eye. Deep in the depths of the foliage, broken tree stumps and endless cattails was a portal. Its construction was very much akin to his own he would use to teleport around the hotel and all throughout Hell.

Perhaps this “Entity” you spoke of previously was pleased with his slaughter; having a portal prepared for his return home? How convenient…

Swift, long strides carried the Overlord closer to the gateway that awaited him. Beyond the threshold was the all too familiar sights of his radio tower, his broadcasting equipment just as he had left it as the fresh scent of coffee wafted into his greedy senses.

Before he could move any further towards his destination, however, the exhilarating sound of an all too familiar voice graced his hearing. Velvety ears swiveled around at the sound, intent on capturing each individual cadence and rhythm the voice presented.

You could be heard gracelessly caterwauling just over the expanse of pitiful trees that surrounded the demon, a great distance away. Despite the dissonant way you carried your voice, your screams were entrancing. Enthralling. Once again, you had captured his attention with ease.

Alastor closed his eyes to appreciate the magnitude of the suffering he audibly held witness to. Not only had you given him a smile, but a beautifully orchestrated chorus of screams? You were far too generous. 

He was giddy. Elated. The sound of such sweet sorrow lifted his spirits. What a delightful parting gift you had bestowed.

‘...Such an interesting and useful little thing you’ve proven to be…’

With the corners of his lips lifted significantly, Alastor made a decision. One of these days, he would see you again; and what a wonderful reunion it would be indeed.

It was just a matter of when…

Pausing a moment more, the demon contented himself with listening to the impassioned fragments of your agony until the wind carried the pleasure of your voice from him. Your volume died with the night.

Despite the shortness of your performance, he committed the experience to memory. The pitifulness of your existence embedded itself into his clothing and his mind, demanding to be remembered.

 Alastor breathed in once more, enraptured with the rarity the night had supplied him. Thanks to you, he was more than satisfied. Your “song” had left him genuinely renewed. Realizing the gravity of such a rare thing deserved a bit of reverence as he took a sharp breath, memorizing the way the morning tasted of smoke and terror. It wasn’t too dissimilar from where he was headed. 

“...My, what a lovely send off; and such a pleasant way to commemorate our partnership. Though, It’s such a shame there isn’t enough time for an encore... Oh well. Perhaps another time…”

Stepping through the provided portal, the first notes of birdsong resumed throughout his surrounds, mirroring Alastor’s humming from before. He glanced behind him with a fond grin filled to the brim with excitement; taking in the remnants of smoke on the opposite horizon as the gateway to you closed behind him.

…His partner truly was the best. 

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

This is a Hazbin Hotel Blog.

🛑 Minors, Do Not Interact. Please. This blog’s target audience is those of 18 years of age or older.

❤️ Fics may contain sexual content, violence and other triggering and/or adult themed content. Please read trigger warnings and remember you’re responsible for your viewing.

💜 You will find my own fanfiction works on this blog, as well as audiowork I’ve done of others works with their consent, as well as reblogs, and sometimes random ramblings and updates.

🧡 I have tags for my short Quips for ease to find them as they don’t go on my masterlists just follow #Nyx’s Quips for some snacks.

🚨 Any hate speech, basically anything that makes you look like a giant hateful dick will not be tolerated. You will be blocked immediately. Be a decent human being is all I ask, please and thank you. I have a no tolerance policy on bullies. 🚨

🧡 All written works will be uploaded on Ao3... eventually.

❤️ Thank you @redvexillum for making my banners and ask sign!

💙 Join us in the VoxTek Discord server for a Vox themed Hazbin place to hang and get teasers for upcoming chapters! This is a server where I personally am a mod and we foster a chaotic but welcoming environment and eagerly support fic writers and artists big and small, and everyone in between!

✨️ Request Rules: The more detailed, the better. Requests accepted for Hazbin Hotel, I endeavour to write any request or pairing (I do specialise in Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer), I tend to stick to smut, fluff, and crack but I can write dark/angst. Requests are typically written oldest to newest unless one snags my inspiration sooner. Turn around time is... long. I reserve the right to reject a request but it will be rare if I do and with good reason. ✨

💚Disclaimer: This is fanon and whilst the canon sexualties are respected, may not be represented in all of my works.💚

💜 (I have a lot of health issues and as such my ask turn around can be long for such a reason just know I do already have a fair few asks waiting for answers and I haven’t forgotten about any of you and intend to get them done, the majority of my asks are for longer one shots so will take me time given my capacity. If you really want to be informed when your anon ask gets answered just drop me a DM which one's yours and I can shoot you a message when I post it, I won't disclose identities and I don't judge.) 💜

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*Hazbin hotel Written works Masterlist*

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*A/N about how I write Ace Alastor, Gender, Sex, Race, and Sexual Orientation (it's a little longer than I planned but hope it explains things for those who want to know a little more)*

[ritualofcirice]

ALRIGHT BUT MINE REFUSES TO LET ME PAST QUESTION 9 SAYING I HAVEN'T SELECTED AN ANSWER, AND I FEEL THIS IS BETTER THAN WHATEVER RESULT I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN.

I'm not sure anymore, Quiz, please let me go ;-;

No pressure, but join in if you want: @melodyonthewireless, @macabr3-barbi3, @fraugwinska, @silva-daemonium, @jalicecookie

Thank you to the lovely @redvexillum for the tag too ♡♡♡

Where do you create from? For the writers and artists…

Saw this on Twitter/Bluesky and thought I’d bring it here

(No pressure) Taglist: @jgabriel1920 @feral-fox-crypt

[redvexillum]

hello i want to let u know that i rly love all ur kinktober and flufftober stories. i just have a small request - could u plz plz plzzz stop writing crack pairings? its obv no one is interested in them and i think ur time would be spent better on writing alastor x reader stories! <3 thank you! ur an awesome writer.

[redvexillum]

Will you ever write for Hazbin again?

Hello Annonie,

I know I've recently started talking about a different fandom and it's been a hot minute since I've last posted BUT it's cuz I want to write in advance before I start to post to give an illusion of a regular update schedule 🤣 just for you, here's a little sneak peek into my chaotic organization scheme (translation: nonexistence)

*clears throat and open my word document folder*

Disclaimer: these are all RAW as f♡ck, like salmonella risk. Please don't mind the grammatical/syntax errors! 😢

Caught Chapter 51 (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled ABO (Raw) Alastor x F!Reader Excerpt

Showstopper Chapter 6 (Raw) Alastor x F!Reader Excerpt [currently 18 chapters have been drafted]

Little Red Part 2 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Enchante Alastor x F!Reader Chapter 2 (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #1 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #2 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #1 Vox x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Now, these are all raws and the order of releases have not been planned. Currently I'm working on Showstopper (human!alastor x f!reader set in @redfoxwritesstuff Misdemeanour universe) and Your Boyfriend Fanfic (a gift for a dear friend of mine 🍑). Then I plan to tear through my request list in between updating Caught and Signal.

So TL;Dr, I am still very much entrenched in the Hazbin Hotel fandom. The f♡cking deer demon and TV demon has me by the b♡lls 💖

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to punt my raws out into the world and give an update for other readers mildly interested in my writing status, Lol! 🥰

[redvexillum]

Educate yourself with this post: Why Smut with Ace Characters?

Also, the next ask about me being acephobia will be ignored. I follow the policy of addressing one unique ask at a time. Anonnie - I did you a favour and blocked/reported you. Perhaps you should block me on your main account, so you don't have to see my stories.

[redvexillum]

Hi hi just wanted to drop by and say that I love your "alastor being a lil shit" posts! I have a question though, is it random dialogue snippets or is there an actual story or..? I wanted to know if there is an ending I personally hope there isn't but I know it's not realistic >_<"

OH MY GOSH ANONNIE HI!

First of all, thank you so much for the ask! *screams into a pillow* I’m low-key losing my mind that you noticed there’s a semblance of plot here. Like, you’re the first to point it out, and now I’m doing a happy little wiggle in my chair. YES, you’re absolutely right—I did sneak a teensy little plot under all the “Alastor being a Lil Shit” chaos.

It’s mostly focused on Y/N and Alastor slowly growing closer (because slow burn supremacy, obviously), and we’re actually creeping up on the “jealousy” arc! When I first started this, it was just supposed to be fun and shenanigans, but then my brain was like, “NOPE, ADD PLOT. RIGHT. NOW.” And I had to oblige. So this whole thing has accidentally turned into a test run for some of my ideas and plot bunnies.

Some examples? Oh, you know, just casual things like:

Alastor in a rut (no one’s ready for this, not even me).

Alastor’s interactions with Luci because you *know* that’s going to be chaotic.

How Alastor would deal with Y/N if I somehow *don’t* add angst (a personal struggle because I can’t seem to stop myself).

Lastly, who is Y/N...

This answer is getting wildly out of hand, but seriously, you made my day. I love when people notice little details like this—thank you for making my Sunday 💕

[redvexillum]

hello I love your stories but can you please stop reblogging other people's stories. I don't want to see them on my dash especially oc x alastor 🤮

Reblogging is the LIFE and BLOOD of Tumblr. I will ALWAYS support my fellow writers because that's how I find other awesome stories/writers and I love sharing AMAZINGLY WRITTEN STORIES THAT I CAN GUSH OVER WITH MY MUTUALS AND FOLLOWERS BECAUSE ITS FUN AND AWESOME 🥰💖❤️‍🔥!

ALSO, YOU SHOULD READ SOME ALASTOR X OC STORIES! THEY LIT! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[redvexillum]

Hello, I've been reading all of your stories every day so far. and I love them all, but today's post was a bit... disturbing (and I'm stating that lightly lol!). I really do love your work but I think you should take down today's story with Val x Tom because, frankly, it's not good for other people to read! Those types of stories belong (and should stay!) in your own computer and you shouldnt post stories that can harm people's wellbeing.

Please don't take offence to this :( I'm just telling you because I really care about you! And I wouldn't want you to quit writing when people hate on your for posting really dark, messed up stories! <3 <3 <3

Anyway, I hope you take care! :)

The Best Response Re: Why Dark Fiction Has Its Place 💖

[redvexillum]

Hello! I absolutely adore your newest piece and have been enjoying your kinktobers so far! However, are we able to have a version of the same scenario or something close to it with a Human Alastor and a reader of color? If you can't, understandable! But I can't help but feel out of place with mentions of pink blush if you understand. Appreciate it!

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for your kind words – I'm thrilled to hear you’re enjoying Kink(fluff)tober so far! You’ve brought up an important topic, and I want to approach it with care and respect. I apologize if this response is lengthy, but it’s a subject I’m passionate about.

As a writer who is a POC (Asian Canadian), I deeply understand the desire for meaningful representation in literature. When I write "reader" insert stories, my goal is to keep the character as much of a blank slate as possible, which means using very few descriptors. This allows readers of diverse backgrounds to more easily imagine themselves in the story.

Regarding your question about "pink blush" and representation, I believe what you’re requesting is a reader with a particular skin tone. I approach this cautiously, as specifying distinct features can risk excluding some readers. I aim to keep descriptors broad to maintain inclusivity, though I acknowledge that some phrases, like "pink blush," may not resonate with everyone. Many POC, myself included, may experience a similar color change when blushing, but I know this isn’t universal.

Additionally, when I write historical settings, such as Human Alastor in the 1920s, I try to reflect period-specific nuances, including racism. Black Americans' experiences in 1920s New Orleans, for instance, are complex and would require a detailed and well-researched rewrite to authentically represent.

Since I’m an Asian Canadian and not personally connected to the Black experience of that era, I feel I couldn’t do justice to such a perspective. Writing from that viewpoint would require an in-depth understanding I don’t yet have, and I wouldn’t want to risk misrepresenting or underestimating the experience.

Thank you again for your thoughtful question, and I hope my response provides insight into the considerations that go into this kind of writing. 💖

[redvexillum]

I know you're doing Kinktober, and GOD you're amazing at it, but I have a request. (You could count it for Kinktober? Idk.) What about Alastor x Dom!Past Overlord!Reader(animal can be your pick) smut? Imagine you, an overlord who peacefully stepped down, are dating Alastor, and you are a very mean-honest and direct person with a lovable but not to be messed with personality. So one day while Alastor's taking you on a shopping spree, Vox runs across you or pops out from a nearby television (your pick). He starts insulting Alastor/asking if he's finally ready to do something useful and join the Vees, so of course you get pissed. Your anger keeps boiling up as he keeps talking, and eventually Alastor starts worrying less about Vox and more about which man you were gonna punch since it was obvious one of them was going to be the object of your anger(yes he's scared of you, you're a badass). Vox is unaware, since he thinks you're weak, you having stepped down before Vox had died. Eventually, one crude insult to Alastor sets you off, and with wide eyes you sucker punch him in the face, which ends up turning Alastor on. In the initial shock, Vox says something sexist about how you're just a weak girl, which pisses you off more and you start to transform into your demon form. You were about to jump at him and beat him up when Vox teleported away, not about to risk fighting you. Alastor would just be standing there shocked with slightly red cheeks, aroused. When you get back to the hotel, you drag Alastor to your shared bedroom, and tell him to undress cause you're pissed and pretty. I'm Sorry it was so long! Had the idea and knew I had to share it! If you decide not to do it, I look forward to reading your next stories. If you do do it, would it be considered Kinktober for Alastor having a dominant partner kink ( idk what to call it :/ )? I have no idea- Have a wonderful day! Can't wait for your next stories!

Hello Yui! Thank you so much for your kind words! I remember you from when I first started my blog (and then nuked it and then opened a new one lol!)

I really do struggle with saying no, so I did strongly contemplated doing your ask. I'm also honored that you'd consider trusting me with your request, but at the time of you sending me the ask, my request box was actually closed for a while per my pinned message. I actually have a long list of requests (close to 60!) and I also have my own projects and series I'm working on while juggling a full-time career.

In other words, I'm unfortunately at max capacity.

I'm hoping if any of my mutuals or followers would read this and pick up this awesome idea? We always love to see more femdom, amirite folks? 🥵

Thank you again for reading all my works 💖! And I hope you stay tune for more of my Kinktober/Flufftober stories! Who knows, maybe I might write some femdom!reader x Alastor one day? 🥰

XOXO,

RedVexi 💋

[redvexillum]

This is by far the most aggressive ask I've received from you anon. I want this to be a ✨️teachable moment✨️ for you. I gave you a great suggestion on what you can say to other people - it works well for both in person AND online! WOW! So versatile! 🤯

Or: if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it! I promise that being kind to others will make you be happier and your life far more enriched!

XOXO

RedVexi 💖

P.S. I've blocked and reported you - but let's be real, you're going to see this anyways.

[redvexillum]

Sometimes I remember that Adam is canonically a brunet, and Saffy.exe stops working . Hottest hair color a man could have tbh. Im thinking about his brown hair, so now you have to think about his brown hair too.

I hope this plagues you like it’s plaguing me right now.

Lastly, hope you have a good morning.

JOKES ON YOU. I THINK ABOUT THIS MAN 24/9 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJJAUAJAUAUAUUAHAHAUA ...HAH ....haha..._/ugly sobs

@redfoxwritesstuff your daughter is loose and is being a little gremlin all over my ask box >:U