#tell me your secrets radio deer!

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Quick doodle of creepy old deer man.

[danveration]

Sleep well, amour Pt. 2

Parings: Alastor x reader

Summary: After falling asleep to his voice, you wake up and get confronted by Alastor. Later, you walk in on him sleeping.

Word count: 1523

Warnings: Mention of Alastor eating and k*lling a deer

part one

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE!!! I had SO many options wracking my brain on where to take this, but I picked this one! I hope you all enjoy it :’) let me know if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it. Also, I’m currently working on all the requests I got :) as well as part 2 to that-no-good-first-man-on-earth

You wake up, blinking and looking around. Momentarily forgetting where you are.

Shit. You fell asleep in Alastor’s recording room. Thankfully, he isn’t here right now.

Before you could get up, you notice a purple blanket on you. It seems to be the one that was on his coat hanger. Did Alastor put this on you..? The thought has you smiling and your cheeks reddening.

Alastor’s voice sure does have an effect on you. You look outside to see what time it is, but remember that it’s Hell and the sky is always the same shade of red. You’re going to have to get used to that.

Getting up, you put the blanket back on the hanger and look around some more. It feels some-what intimate right now to be in his space when he’s not around. You wonder how long you’ve been asleep for.

You walk over to his table and notice a red “play” button on his radio equipment and are tempted to press it. It surely won’t cause any harm to hear what he was talking about when you were asleep. You press it and listen.

“Haha! For any sinner, I know it’s a tempting question. But I-“ The recording fast forwards. “Nevertheless, I find it quite amusing that this technology box thinks he is on any sort of level to me! Call me crazy but the sinners have been taaallkinggg, and they think he sounds quite obsessed.” He laughs, knowing Vox is probably listening.

You smile at his voice and find it funny how he is a bit of a drama queen when it comes to his radio broadcasts. You know deep down he doesn’t actually care about the whole situation with Vox, but it’s still funny how he entertains it.

Looking to your right, you see a mug that has “Oh Deer” written on it. There seems to be a bit of black coffee still left in the mug. The “deer” reference made you giggle. You’ve always wondered about his past and how exactly he is part deer anyhow. Oh well, It’ll reveal itself with time.

You’re looking at all the other buttons on his equipment, wondering what they do, when all of a sudden you hear light footsteps on the other side of the door. It’s most likely Alastor. Nobody would willingly go to his room without permission.

The door opens slowly and in steps Alastor. You notice how he opened the door quietly, to not make make much noise. As he still assumed you were asleep. You smiled at that.

He looks ahead and sees you, immediately smiling. “Ah! My dear. You’re awake!” He claps his hands together, his cane leaning on his side.

“Hey Al. Um.. about what happened I-“ You start.

“Ah, ah! No need to explain yourself, sweetheart! Don’t go giving yourself a headache.” He cuts in and laughs.

He looks down at you and says, “you just find comfort in my voice, don’t you?” He asks, with a smug smile.

Your eyes go wide and you stutter. Of course it wasn’t the most secretive thing. Still, you didn’t think he actually knew.

“U-um. Well..” You say.

He tilts his head to side as if saying, “Go on…”

There’s really no getting out of this. Plus, you don’t think Alastor would actually care. He’d probably just find it funny.

“Yeah, I do.” You admit. “I find comfort in your voice, of course I do! I just.. I don’t know.”

You aren’t sure what to say, it’s a tad embarrassing.

Alastor begins to laugh.

“I certainly could tell! I find it quite amusing if I do say so myself.” He says.

He definitely doesn’t mind it, he has a soft spot for you. But he’s also a bit confused on why you even do. He knows his radio voice is unique, but nobody ever commented on it bringing them comfort. They usually scream and run away when they hear him. You’ve been there long enough to see him kill and do so many things that people describe as “horrible, satanic, terrifying” but you still find comfort in him nevertheless? He thinks it’s absolutely adorable!

“Amusing?” You ask.

He nods and says, “Amusing, darling! I mean.. you know who I am, do you not?” He laughs and continues. “Though you still find comfort.. now that’s an interesting fact, don’t you think?”

You shy away, looking anywhere but him. You’re comfortable around him, of course, but you’re a tiny but embarrassed of this whole situation. You know he is definitely loving his though.

He places a finger on your jaw and guides your head back to look at him.

“Uh, uh, dear. There’s no need to feel shy! I never said it was a bad thing. I’m truly honoured!” He says, smiling down at you.

You and him have been getting to know each other for a while now and you’ve just been going deeply and deeply more interested in him. You almost laugh at yourself because you sometimes act as if you did when you alive, how you obsessed over fictional characters and “fan fiction.”

You look at him and say, “Well, that’s good then.” You chuckle.

“Mm, it is isn’t it?” He says.

He thinks you’re absolutely pathetic, but in a good way. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you, this new sensation is something he never wants to get rid of.

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Later that day, Charlie wanted you to pass a message on to Alastor about the hotel reservations. You knew he was in his room because he mentioned that if you needed him, he’d be in there having some dinner (aka, deer). Which he has in his half room half forest. You really wonder how on earth he even did that. The wonders of being a radio demon!

You’re at his door, lightly knocking. You wait a few seconds but you don’t hear anything from the other side.

“Al?” You question while knocking again.

“Hm.” You think.

You aren’t sure if you should go in or not. Sure, the thing Charlie told you about could wait but you also wanted to make sure he was okay. What if he.. choked or something? You’re sure the radio demon could handle that but you just want to make sure.

“Al, I’m coming in.. okay?” You say while knocking once more.

You slowly twist the knob and push the door open. Peaking in, you see him on the other side of the room, in a chair.

“Alastor, are you alr-“ You stop yourself when you notice his eyes are closed.

Closing the door behind you, you walk up to him.

He’s currently sitting in the chair, his arm on the table and his head resting on his hand. He looks so peaceful. His mouth isn’t smiling and his face just looks so.. relaxed. You’ve never saw him like this before. He mumbles occasionally and his ears twitch every so often as he sleeps. You aren’t sure how he finds this position comfortable, but you smile at it nonetheless.

You don’t want to disturb him so you leave, now relaxed that you know he’s okay.

Right before you grab the knob of the door, you hear, “Y/n?”

You whip your head back and you see him standing up, looking at you with his smile.

“Did you need something, dear?” He asks, as if he wasn’t just dead asleep a second ago.

Of course, it makes sense he is a light sleeper.

“O-oh, no. Charlie just wanted me to tell you that the renovations went well and that the guys who inspect the place will be here tomorrow!” You say. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Ahh, alright! And nonsense! You couldn’t disturb me.” He says.

You look at him and smile.

“You know, you could join me if you want! I was just resting and then going to have some dinner.” He offers.

You perk up but then remember that Husk assigned you a task of picking up crates of whiskey for the bar.

“Shit, sorry. I can’t. I have to go get more alcohol for the bar.” You say with a frown.

“More? If I remember correctly, we just got new shipments in.. last week?” He says with a laugh. “Though I’m not surprised we ran out again. Husker is a busy man. Well, my dear. Some other time, then!”

You notice him looking back into the forest, eyeing a deer.

“Yeah, some other time.” You smile. “Have a good dinner, Alastor!”

He smiles back at you says, “Oh I will.” He chuckles, his radio eyes making an appearance as he looks back the deer.

“You have yourself a lovely day, sweetheart!” He says with a wave.

“You too!” Waving back, you then open the door and leave. Once you leave you hear shrieking on the other side of the door, definitely the deer that Al was eyeing.

You’re excited to have more encounters with him, and even take him up on the dinner offer! You remember him mentioning he wanted to introduce you to his friend, Rosie. You’re looking forward to it.

[hazelfoureyes]

Hi sorry if this is a weird ask but my birthday is the 24th and I would love it if I could wake up that morning to both Lucifer and Alastor absolutely ravishing reader. Just pure smut and aftercare please

I did fem reader I hope that’s okay, it’s who I write the most so I thought maybe you just wanted what I commonly wrote. sorry it’s a little late, and also shhh it’s a secret because I can’t write birthday stories for everyone due to time. But you were the first to ask and you asked so far in advance so—

Surprise!

「warnings/promises: Alastor x FemReader x Lucifer, smut, barely a plot, tug of war, you are the rope, slight kink with breath play and restraint, attempt at aftercare, lost balloons, mention of dead deer (roadkill)」

🎂 Minors please no 🎉 🎈 this an an 18+ only party 🥂

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when the typically reserved Alastor now (seemingly) tipsy invited you to his room. He was always touchy, but the more he drink the longer his hands would stay on you. So naturally you said nothing at all and followed him out of the parlor.

And you had no idea what to think when the King of Hell saw you being pulled by the wrist and stopped you both.

There was some bickering about where you were going and what Alastor thought he was doing. The overlord making a joke about height and size. The former angel mentioning experience. 

Soon both wrists were being held but by different demons.

Ripping you apart seemed like a possibility, but somehow you ended up in an even more difficult situation to accept than second death.

Both refusing to go to the other’s room you were dragged to your own. 

Arguing around you, you were moved and turned before Lucifer snapped his fingers and your clothes fell off you at the seams. You turned to see both men nude and slowly leading you to bed. No complaints, you enjoyed just following their directions.

You couldn’t be sure how they came to their final agreement but soon you were lying on top of Alastor, impressive cock rubbing against your clit and a large portion of your lower stomach as Lucifer was fucking you from behind. The way he angled did feel practiced, so the king of lies wasn’t bluffing earlier.

Alastor's body was so warm under yours, the leaking of his precum spreading across your skin with every thrust from Luci’s hips. Your swollen clit and wet lips were sliding up and down Alastor’s base, stroking him harshly as you had no power over the movement.

“Good girl,” Lucifer’s hands roamed down your body, “Let me hear your voice.”

You could barely speak, the feeling of Luci’s large cockhead dragging along your walls was keeping your mouth busy with moans.

Another surprise, Alastor’s arms coming up and wrapping around you tightly. Any space between you was gone. With your body immobilized except for where your hips moved as you were pierced by Lucifer, Alastor began to hump up against you for the chase of release. The faster he moved, the louder and more uncontrolled your noises became.

“Stop being selfish, roadkill.” A yank of your hips pulling you a little too harshly down on Lucifer, ass flush with his crotch. A small scream into the radio demon’s chest.

“Now those are pretty sounds.” Alastor said through gritted teeth, ignoring the devil entirely.

Another tug of war, but not with your wrists. One man’s hands on your waist holding you still so he could rut into your soft flesh. The other man’s hands on your hips so he could bring to meet every thrust into your now dripping cunt. 

“Ffuuuck,” Luci clamored on top of you, hips pistoning down like an animal with a singular unmet need. “Gonna cum.”

Why did he feel the need to tell you? You could feel him already pulsing as he pressed against your cervix. Yet the words alone sent a shot of electricity to your lap.

As Lucifer’s hips slowed, Alastor took the opportunity to regain control. It wasn’t clear if he knew how good it felt when he rubbed against you. You clenched around the still stiff and twitching cock buried in you and focused on the increasingly wet slip of Alastor’s shaft over your swollen clit. The pressure of Lucifer’s body weight pressing you down added a new level of arousal you hadn’t felt before, the feeling of being held down, of your breath being restricted just in the slightest. Quickly you found yourself reaching a breaking point, a small mountain you barely made it to the crest of before Alastor came across your stomach and his own, your chest not escaping the impressive shot. The small movements of his hips afterwards and the feeling of him cumming so much pushed you over the cliff and into your own orgasm. 

Lucifer hissed above you, “Woah, that’s— you’re gonna make me cum again if you keep squeezing like that.” With a pat to your ass he pulled out and dismounted. Your shakey arms you lifted yourself off of Alastor, who was already holding a towel and wiping his chest clean. He was muttering to himself about something, his face screwed up at the sight. When you fell face down back onto the bed Lucifer crawled over Alastor to sit just below the swell of your ass, hands rubbing up and down your back. A groan, a mix of pleasured massage and painful bullying of sore muscles.

He was shoved off of you, Alastor rolling you over gingerly to wipe at your stomach and attempt to get your blanket clean as well.

“Definitely worth the brief nudity, dear.” His usual smile soft, you were confident it was a compliment.

Lucifer popped up again, a jack in the box of human proportions, “You’re an ass.” He reached for you hand and rubbed circles into your palms as he spread out the often used muscles there. “Feeling okay?” You nodded, a chill coming over you.

Alastor’s turn now, a green glow and a snap and you found yourself clothed again. Not your clothes, but you didn’t particularly care. Alastor was back to his usual attire, but for some reason Lucifer remained stark naked except his large hat. Had it been there the entire time?

Before you could find the will to ask, the doors burst open with a loud blaring honk of an air horn, “SURPRISE!” The hotel staff and star resident cheered, “HAPPY BIR-,”

“What in the actual the fuck.” Angel pointed at the obvious.

“Dad!”

“Nah I’m out.” Husk let the balloons float to the ceiling and left.

Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes clenched with not-at-all hidden aggravation, “What the fuck, you were supposed to trick her into going to the library Alastor! We were waiting for like 30 minutes! Pendejo.” 

Alastor shrugged, “Eh I had a better idea.”

A loud noise above you, a kazoo having appeared in Lucifer’s mouth. His hands shot up with an exhausted excitement, “Happy Birthday!”

why do I love writing reader being walked in on??

[switchypanic]

Wishful Thinking || A 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic (100 Follower Special)

Summary: Vox's obsession with Alastor is no secret, but the true extent and nature of said obsession is an entirely different story. As his thoughts grow increasingly consumed by his rival, Vox finds it harder and harder to think about anything else, ultimately coming to a head with a very interesting discovery.

Content Warnings: Canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lil' bit of blackmail, and Vox being a thirsty bitch for Alastor (because we love a good dose of one-sided attraction). Also, not really a warning, but any scenes that take place in somebody's head are in blue and italics (you'll see what I mean as you read).

Word Count: 3,669 words.

Vox couldn't fucking stand Alastor.

His stupid smile, his stupid voice, those stupid powers that allowed him to crush anyone in his way like an insect. The man was infuriating, always acting so calm and in control, even after Vox managed to get the drop on him that fateful day seven years ago. It was like nothing could touch him in any MEANINGFUL way, a fact that frustrated Vox to no end.

Yes, Alastor was nothing but a big pain in the ass, constantly doing anything in his power to screw with Vox, oftentimes broadcasting it for the entirety of Pride to witness.

Worst of all was the way that he infiltrated Vox's processor, filling his head with fantasies he had no way of controlling without shutting himself down completely. And it wasn't even intentional! That bastard had no idea what he was doing, or if he did, he gave no indication of it! No, he just kept on smiling that stupid grin, making those passive aggressive remarks, acting like he wasn't the thing consuming Vox's mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.

Vox watched the surveillance footage captured earlier that morning, feeling his breath hitch at the staticky image being displayed. He could just barely make out Alastor's form through the distortion (another thing that Vox hated about him; the bastard made it damn near impossible to get a clear image of him), standing outside the doors of little Princess Morningstar's hotel discussing something unintelligible with that winged cat sinner who often hung around him.

Through the grainy audio, he could just make out Alastor barking out a laugh, the sound itself laced with static and radio interference. The deer demon's shoulders shook, his ears pinning back slightly as he chortled, his companion letting out an irritated huff in response.

How many times had Vox watched the clip now? He had honestly lost count. He didn't know why he kept returning to that particular moment of footage; nothing particularly useful or interesting was occurring. Just a regular conversation, from what he could tell. There was just...something in the other overlord's moment of mirth that captured his full attention, setting something ablaze within the TV demon.

More; he wanted to hear more.

The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.

Giggling, pure and hysterical.

Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"

Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"

Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"

Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"

Vox chuckled, watching his rival's squirming form, bound to the chair with the purest grade of angelic steel money could buy.

Only the best for this occasion.

"Well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Vox laughed, walking in circles around Alastor, taking in every detail of the scene before him. He was going to relish thing; savor it. He had waited so long to have the other at his mercy, and now he was going to take his sweet time and ENJOY the fruits of his labor. "You've lost your touch, old timer! It was far too easy to catch you in my little trap."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, grin tightening in a clear show of displeasure. "You would do well to remember who you are speaking to." He retorted, chin raising defiantly as Vox finally stopped in front of him.

"Oho, I remember good and well. I'm talking to the prick who has done nothing but make my life harder ever since he arrived here, and I'm going to see to it you feel every second of what's coming next." He leaned forward, locking eyes with the other overlord as he gave a grin of his own, his far more devious. "Little buck."

Vox's hand's shot out, latching onto Alastor's ribcage and beginning to claw at the boney torso. Alastor's breath hitched, his eyes widening with alarm. His grin became more strained as he jerked forward, trying to curl inwards on himself. His breathing became sporadic, lips sealed shot as a wobbly, genuine smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth. "F-Fuhuhuck!"

The TV demon laughed lowly. "Trying to hold out, are we? We'll see how long that lasts..."

Vox awoke with a start, his screen turning on as he bolted up in bed. His eyes were wide, immediately flicking over to Valentino, who lay beside him. Thankfully, the moth was still sound asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Vox sighed, running a hand across his face and feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.

Damn it, this was starting to get out of control!

Vox was going mad! No matter how hard he tried to clear his thoughts, they always returned back to those deep, hidden desires playing out over and over in his processor. He found himself constantly thinking about Alastor's smile, his laugh, the prospect of taking him down with a few well placed squeezes or prods. To make matters worse, Vox was having a hard time FUNCTIONING at work because of this, and he could tell the other Vees were starting to catch on that something was up.

The TV demon rung his hands together, pacing back and forth in his private office. He had to find a solution FAST or he was royally screwed!

'Damn you, Alastor!’ Vox thought, a small growl slipping out as he rubbed his forehead, flopping into his chair and turning to face one of the many spying monitors plastered to the wall. "Pull up what we have on the Hazbin Hotel." He grumbled, giving in to his urge to spy on his rival once more. Inside, he secretly hoped to catch another fleeting moment of mirth from Alastor, even if it was just a chuckle.

Three monitors came to life, showing the hotel from various angles, with one focused directly on the front entrance. Aside from his...ongoing interest in the Radio Demon, Vox liked to keep tabs on who was going in and out of the hotel, just to make sure the princess wasn't gaining any more powerful allies he needed to know about. The scene was serene, or at least as serene as a live feed of Hell COULD be, nothing out of place. It seemed luck wasn't on Vox's side, as Alastor was nowhere to be seen. The TV host felt his eye twitch in irritation, disappointment stirring within him.

"You motherfucker! This is a brand new suit!" Vox yelled angrily as Alastor dodged another of his attempts to strike him.

The Radio Demon let out an amused chuckle (though unfortunately not the kind of laugh Vox had been secretly craving), one flick of his microphone sending three tentacles darting at Vox from different directions, which the other barely managed to avoid. "Really? Could have fooled me with how tacky and outdated it looks." The redhead retorted smugly.

"Oh, fuck you! I'll wipe that shit-eating grin off your face!" Vox retorted, giving up on using his powers in favor of lunging for the deer demon himself.

Alastor took a step back, Vox's claws just barely grazing the sides of his neck. The radio host opened his mouth, as if to make another snide remark, but whatever he said died in his throat and was replaced by a startled crack of microphone feedback. The two demons froze, eyes widened as they stared at each other wordless for a moment.

"What the fuck was-" Vox started, but in the blink of an eye, Alastor was gone and their fight was seemingly over.

"I mean, seriously?! What the fuck WAS that?!" Vox asked himself, finding himself pacing around his private surveillance room once more. "He never runs from a fight with me! Shit, he only ran from Adam because he was about to fucking die! He was nowhere near that point today!"

Did Vox somehow managed to hurt him? No, he had thrown far worse at the Radio Demon before without leaving so much as a scratch. He had BARELY touched him, and even with his claws, it couldn't have possibly hurt. So what...

The TV demon stopped, eyes shooting wide open as his breath quickened. No...no fucking way...

Alastor was ticklish. Not just in Vox's mind's eye, not just in his secret fantasies. He was actually, tangibly ticklish, and going from the reaction one brief touch had garnered, horrifically so.

Vox's processor raced at the prospect. He had been daydreaming about turning the other overlord into a cackling puddle, wheezing for mercy through a cracked voice, but he had never actually imagined it was possible! Vox got the feeling this discover was only going to make his daydreaming problem worse, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Alastor was TICKLISH...

'There has to be some way I can...some trick I can pull to...' Vox's mind raced, barely able to finish a sentence. He HAD to have the other now, even if just for a brief instance. Vox NEEDED to feel that high of reducing his mortal enemy to giggling shambles; to know what it felt like to be the one to finally BREAK the feared Radio Demon. But how?

Obviously the heat of battle wasn't the best place, though it would ensure a public audience to witness his victory. He doubted Alastor would agree to a private meeting, especially after their most recent fight. And there was CERTAINLY no way Vox was going to lower himself enough to go crawling to Princess Morningstar's little hotel. No, Vox was going to have to come up with another solution.

"Something on your mind?" A voice purred from behind him, low and dangerous. Vox yelped, whipping around with widened eyes. From one of the darkened corners of the room, Alastor seeped out of the shadows, grin ever present but appearing more strained than usual. Vox felt a nervous lump form in his throat.

"What the fuck?! How did you even get in here?!" He yelled, immediately moving to hit the alarm button on his control console, only to find his wrist being suddenly restrained by a shadowy tentacle sprouting from the floor.

"Ah, ah!" Alastor tutted, taking a few steps forward. "None of that. I just want to talk." He cocked his head to the side. "And as for how I got in, let's just say your security is shockingly terrible for a demon of your status."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." He growled, attempting to put on a brave face and save a bit of his pride.

"Kill you? Why, I'm planning to do no such thing, at least not today! After all, to defeat one's rival in such a disgraceful, sneaky manner would not be becoming of either of us, would it?" Alastor chuckled, moving closer to Vox as another tentacle grabbed ahold of his other wrist, keeping the TV demon rooted firmly in place. A flash of green magic briefly passed over Alastor's eyes as he chuckled. "Though it would be quite easy for me to do so with you sooo defenseless."

Vox's brows furrowed in confusion. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"Like I said, I just want to talk." Alastor leaned forward, maintain eye contact with the shorter demon. "To ensure that you keep your trap shut about matters which do not concern you."

"What are you going on about?" Vox sighed, clearly irritated by the other's continued vagueness. He continued to stare at the other demon, who merely continued to watch him wordlessly, before it dawned on him. "You're worried I'm gonna tell somebody you're fucking ticklish?"

Alastor's eye gave the slightest twitch. "Sensitive." He corrected.

"I'm pretty sure you're ticklish." Vox retorted, taking some delight in his rival's clear displeasure. "And what makes you think holding me hostage in my own office would stop me from mentioning it during my next broadcast? You can't keep me like this forever."

The sound of microphone feedback briefly overtook the air around him, making Vox wince at the volume and pitch. "No, I can't keep you here indefinitely, but I can provide you with a little incentive to keep your trap shut." One of the tentacles coiled further down Vox's arm, the end gently brushing over the trapped overlord's armpit. Vox tensed, breath hitching as his eyes grew wide as saucers. "You see, don't think I haven't noticed your own sensitivity, Vox. In fact, I've known about it for some time."

Shit.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Get the fuck away from me!" Vox stammered, eyes locked onto the other's devious smirk.

"Oh, come now, don't be shy! It's not as if it was especially hard to find out about! We have fought so often, categorizing your little weak points was easy enough to accomplish!" Alastor took a step closer as the shadowy tentacle began to stroke Vox's armpit more firmly, slowly moving up and down in an agonizingly teasy motion. "I will admit, it took me some time to figure out why you often flinched at the slightest of touches during battle. However, all it took was witnessing one little tickle fight at the hotel to make everything fall into place."

Another of Alastor's tentacle slipped up, beginning to tweak at Vox's side, causing him to bite down on his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back snickers. "Those weren't the reactions of a man barely avoiding a fatal blow, those were the reactions of a man trying oh so hard to keep from giggling."

Vox felt his screen heating more and more by the second, both from embarrassment and the effort to keep his laughter bottled up. What the fuck was happening?! How was this real life?! The TV demon lurched forward, straining against the restrains as a particularly well-placed prod to his hipbone pulled a soft snort out of him. "Shuhuhut the fuck up!"

"Being stubborn, are we? I expected nothing less." Alastor chuckled, clearly amused. "Perhaps I should take a page from Angel Dust's playbook then, hm?" The other overlord suddenly materialized behind Vox, melting from the shadows and resting a clawed hand on the back of Vox's head. His grip tightened, pulling Vox's head backwards as he crooned into his ear. "Coochie coochie coo..."

Vox just about short circuited at that, the sound of loud television static filling the air. As Alastor's free hand suddenly dug into his stomach, he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a wave of panicked giggles. "Ohohohoho shihihihihihit!" The flood gates had opened, and Vox had no hope of closing them again, no matter how hard he tried.

"Lovely." Alastor seemed quite pleased with himself, clawed fingers scribbling across his rival's exposed midriff as the tentacles (thankfully) stopped their own attacks, now focusing on holding the TV demon nice and still.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Lehehehehet mehehehe go!" Vox tried to sound threatening, he really did, but that was impossible when every word was laced with titters. He squirmed desperately, attempting to curl inwards and protect his sensitive torso, but the restraints held firm. His voice raised in pitch as Alastor zeroed in on his upper stomach, just below the ribs, refusing to acknowledge the borderline squeal he made.

"And why would I do that? I have you right where I want you; nice and helpless..." There was a low growl to Alastor's words, both threatening and teasing in the most awful of ways, sending Vox further spiraling into flusteredness. His claws began to slowly inch upwards, like a spider slowly climbing towards prey trapped in its web. "From what I have gathered, your ribs seem to be an area you're quite desperate to defend during our little fights. I wonder why that could be, hm?"

The TV host began shaking his head furiously. "Dooohohon't yohohohou fucking dahahahahare! I'll kihihihihihihill you!" He snorted, the sound of television static increasing ever so slightly.

"Oops, too late!" Alastor's claws dug in, beginning to rake across Vox's rib cage slowly, moving up to just below the armpits before cascading back down to just above the stomach.

Vox screeched, thrashing becoming downright desperate as he threw his head back with laughter. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" His cooling systems had kicked in, the fans whirling loudly as they attempted to cool down his quickly heating form. "NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

Alastor chuckled devilishly. "Why Vox, you should know better! Everyone knows that saying "not there" only makes the attack want to exploit that spot even more." He hummed, mockingly pretending to think. "Perhaps you DID know, and you're just enjoying this so much you want me to keep going? Is that it?"

The other overlord let out a startled squeal at the feeling of something fiddling with his antenna; when had ANOTHER tentacle popped up?!

Vox face felt like it was on fire from the teasing, his laughter pitching up with flustered desperation. "SHUHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK UP! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT TRUE!" He denied vehemently, knees starting to go weak. After a moment, his legs gave out, but instead of slumping to the floor, Vox found himself being held up by Alastor's sentient shadow. The creature's grin widened, becoming downright feral as it let out an amused cackle at his plight.

"Whatever you say, old pal! Now, if you REALLY want this to stop, you will agree to keep what you discovered today between us alone." Alastor rested his chin on Vox's shoulder, the touch shooting a bigger shock through his nervous system than any tickling ever could. "Do we have a deal?"

Vox's processor was racing a thousand miles a minute. Fuck, why was this actually fucking fun?! What was wrong with him?! He knew he should have hated it; the powerlessness, the teasing, the terror of being so utterly defenseless in front of his greatest rival. Yet...he didn't hate it, a fact he found more flustering than any tease Alastor could have pulled out of his ass.

No, Vox did NOT want it to stop.

Still, if Vox DIDN'T give in, it would only confirm the assumption deer demon had so accurately deduced, and he wasn't sure his heart would be able to take the cruel, crooning teases Alastor would no doubt come up with upon such a revelation. When weighing the humiliation of yielding to Alastor to the humiliation of admitting that he was ENJOYING getting tickled to the brink of his sanity, Vox would take the former any day.

"FIHIHIHIHINE, HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIT! DEAL, DEHEHEHEHEEEEAL!" He screeched, a little wheeze slipping out as one of the tentacles tugged on his sensitive antenna. "JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BAHAHAHAHASTARD!"

As soon as those words were uttered, all touch disappeared, and Alastor reappeared a few feet in front of Vox. The overlord collapsed against his surveillance console, panting as his fans worked overtime to cool his body down. He shook with residual titters, his sharp-toothed grin nearly slipping his screen in two.

"There, was that so hard?" Alastor purred, sharing a smug grin with his shadow. "Now, I expect you to hold to our deal, otherwise I will have to take this little audio recording and make it the center of my next broadcast!" The deer demon twirled his cane, gazing at it and humming as Vox's eyes shot open.

"What now?"

Alastor scoffed. "Oh, please! Did you really think I would take you on your word alone that you would stay silent? I knew you would not make a soul deal with me over it, so I took matters into my own hands." The other sinner explained. "See, my microphone was recording our little interaction the whole time, minus the parts about my own...shortcomings. Think of it as insurance; it will not be released to the public as long as you behave yourself!"

Vox's face exploded into a bright blush blush. "Wait, that wasn't part of the fucking-"

"Oops, I'm afraid I have another engagement to attend to! Until we meet again!" Alastor cut him off, melting back into the shadows and disappearing from sight before Vox could finish his sentence. The TV host growled, flopping into his chair. His claws dug into the armrests, slicing into the slight padding. That prick! He couldn't just-

The overlord sighed in defeat after a moment, eyes closing as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his fans kicked off. He could still feel those claws scratching at his ribs, setting his nervous system alight with ticklish fire. He could still hear that voice, singing those awful, teasing words into his ear. He could still feel his limbs strain against the tentacle's hold, preventing him from squirming away no matter how hard he tried. Vox swallowed, feeling his blush returning full force.

He might have a different daydream to worry about now...

[selineram3421]

*is now craving sushi* Dang. 🍣

Other Worldly

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, food mentions-seaweed, song lyrics Drift Away-Trillian ⚠

Alastor took the mer up to their hotel room, the halls empty as he made another water pun, which earned him a fin slap to the face.

"I could drop you, you know?", he said but continued to carry them towards the bathtub.

Setting them down gently, he made sure to get a towel and put it somewhere within reach for them to take when their legs returned.

"There you are dear!", he said before standing up straight. "I'll leave you here now. Don't try to get up too soon, you'll just flop right over!", he laughed and turned to leave.

"Wait.", they spoke softly.

Like an exciting rush, he felt chills run down his back as his body followed the command.

"Don't tell anyone about what you saw..", they paused. "Or what you heard from me. Please."

As soon as they were finished, the 'spell' had broken and he was able to move again. Glancing over his shoulder, the Radio Demon snapped his fingers and his coat was clear of the water spots they had left on him.

"Very well.", he said and began closing the bathroom door. "This will stay our little secret~", he placed a finger over his lips before shutting the door.

He stood there for a moment, hearing the mer let out a sigh before the water turned on.

Satisfied with his findings, the deer demon left their hotel room, making sure to lock the door before closing it.

As he made his way to his radio tower, he thought of ways to get the aquatic demon to sing around him.

I should ease their worries somehow.. He thought. I wonder if there is a way to lure a siren.

.

You hated the transition of your legs returning.

Every time, you felt like your tail was being torn apart. Your scales felt like needles piercing into you when they sunk back into your skin. The webbing on your fingers was the only thing that didn't hurt much, but your hands would cramp a few times the day after.

This is annoying. You thought as you dried yourself completely after taking a bath.

Next was the hard part.

Grabbing the edge of the tub, you slowly stood up. Your feet feeling like you walked many miles without rest, aching as you stepped onto the tile floor.

It hurt.

Step by step, it felt like you were walking on glass, thorns, or hot coal as you made your way into your room to get dressed.

As soon as you could, you dropped onto your bed with a whine, staying there for a moment before crawling under the covers. After turning off the lamp on the nightstand, you hoped that the red dressed demon wouldn't say anything of what he saw.

Yes, you told him a command but the other half was a plea.

Let's not worry about it. He did say it would be our secret. You thought before going to sleep.

The next day was a little odd.

After getting breakfast, the smiling demon began talking to you like you were old friends.

It confused you.

What did he have to gain from talking to a quiet person? There was nothing you could say without hypnotizing him.

.

It was simple.

All he had to do was get them used to him and they'd be comfortable enough to let their guard down.

What better way to do it other than talking?

Food.

Throughout a few weeks, the Radio Demon experimented with all kinds of food. Taking notice of their expressions and the amount of food that they left on their plate. Later, he noticed that they enjoyed snacking on seaweed.

He wasn't sure where they had got it from, but it was something that he made sure was kept stocked in the kitchen and at the bar.

"The fuck? Why seaweed?", Husker grumbled.

"One of our guests enjoys it and the Princess ordered a surplus of the snack.", Alastor said as he watched the cat demon put the box under the bar counter.

Of course, it didn't really work out like he wanted. They were still quiet, still just out of reach, wary of him and his every action.

So he tried a different tactic.

Continuing to talk to them in open spaces but once they left, he hid in the shadows and observed them.

And then it happened.

It was exactly what he was waiting for.

Though he was hiding within the shadows of a dark theater room, he still was able to catch them, to listen to them sing.

Dark brown wood and red velvet from the room had made the area darker than it really was, but they still managed to find a ledge to sit on. They started off with soft hums before a real note came out from their lips.

"Here in the garden

Let's play a game

I'll show you how it's done

Here in the garden

Stand very still

This will be so much fun"

Like before, he felt the pull in his chest, the daze their voice submerged his mind into.

"And then she smiled

That's what I'm after

A smile in her eyes

The sound of her laughter

Happy to listen

Happy to play

Happily watching her drift away"

His shadows held him back from crawling out of the darkness. Something he was quite grateful for as he didn't want to disturb their singing.

"You keep on turning pages, for people who don't care

People who don't care about you

And still it takes you ages, to see that no one's there

See that no one's there

See that no one's there

Everyone's gone on with out you.."

Such a peculiar thing. To feel what they felt through their song, waves of sadness brushing against his mind.

"And aren't I the fool to have

Happily listened

Happy to stay

Happy to watch her drift

Drift

Drift...away."

They finished their song and sighed, wearing a frown.

Something Alastor couldn't just stand by for.

"You have such a lovely voice.", the deer demon spoke up.

They let out a noise of surprise and stood quickly , looking around the room like a frightened animal.

"It's a shame you hide it.", he continued.

He could hear how quick their breathing became as they backed away towards the nearest exit. Before the mer could touch the door, the Radio Demon came out of the shadows behind them and took their wrist.

They gasped and froze, not daring to look at him as he held them close.

Now is his grasp, he hummed in content and put a finger under their chin, lifting it up so they could look him in the eye.

His smile grew wider once they made eye contact.

"Let's make a deal~"

I did not have sushi but I did get to eat seaweed.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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[bimobuddy]

Feeling Better

Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Alastor, Lers! Husk and Niffty

Everything in this fic is platonic

Soft and caring Husk :]

CW: Alastor in the bath, but everything is covered and nothing NSFW happens, angst as per usual in my fics at this point, mention of blood, mention of scars and past trauma (brief)

Spoilers

Summary: Alastor, while quite the dapper gentlemen, smells like swamp and deer carcass, as that is what his bedroom is. After some back and forth, his companions decide to take it upon themselves to take care of the issue (and take care of him)

Edit: I dont think this was my best work

It was no secret that Alastor wasn't the cleanest person. He turned his bedroom into a swamp to feel more at home, and often left blood stains from his meals on his suit, leaving it to rot and smell.

However, what many people didn't know, is that he also wasn't the best at keeping up with hygiene. Something that only Husk and Niffty knew about him was that he despised bathing. They didn't know why, they just knew that he did.

And they put up with it.. For as long as they could.

As Alastor sat at the bar, Husk found himself scrunching up his nose. To be polite, he made sure no one was listening first, then he turned to his boss, ears down. "Jesus, Al, when's the last time you bathed?" The radio host stared at Husk, trying to intimidate him, but for once, Husk wasn't budging. "I'm serious, Alastor. Not only does it reek, but I'm sure you don't feel good either. Right?"

This caught him off guard. He wasn't used to people other than Charlie showing him genuine concern. His smile remained as normal, but the folding of his ears seemed to give away how he was feeling. "I'll admit it has.. been a while."

Husk nodded and leaned against the counter. "Then maybe you should do something about it?" He asked, raising a brow. The other demon seemed to go quiet. Husk studied him, as if trying to read his mind. "Maybe... We can do something about it then? Niff and I?"

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Niffty appeared out of seemingly nowhere, hopping up onto the counter. "You know you can trust us, Alastor! I like cleaning!" She grinned.

"And you know I'm not going to judge or tell anyone." Husk said, looking him in the eye. Alastor thought it over for a moment. Niffty and Husk were two out of a small select group of people he genuinely trusted the most. "Fine." He shrugged, trying to make it appear as if there wasn't a growing sense of unease and anxiety sinking into his stomach.

Husk nodded. "Niffty, why don't you go ahead and go run the bath for Al. Use my room, I don't trust that he even has a tub in his." Niffty gave a quick salute then hopped down from the counter, running off.

Husk turned his attention back to Alastor, lowering his voice. "Is there a reason you don't like bathing, Al?" He asked, catching the demon off guard. "Why Husker, what makes you ask such a silly little-" "Don't think you can fool me, I saw the way you froze earlier. Al, you might own my soul, and you might scare the shit out of me sometimes, but I don't hate you," this surprised Alastor, "I'm only asking so I know how to go about this properly. If there's something about it that bothers you, I don't want to force you into it."

Alastor looked back at Husk for a solid minute, thinking it over. He stood suddenly and started to walk toward the hallway, where Husk's room was, signaling the other to follow, which he did. Once they were alone, Alastor finally spoke.

"What I'm about to tell you does not leave that silly little kitty mouth of yours, understood? If I find out that-" "You have my word, Alastor, you don't have to threaten it out of me." ".....Right. Well- Thank you.. Husk."

It wasn't often that Alastor used his actual name instead of 'Husker,' but when he did, the cat felt a sense of equality between them. No longer 'Owner of Soul and Servant,' but like they knew each other. All the more reason he decided to take this issue seriously, for Alastor.

"While I was alive, let's just say I've been through a lot. In my life, over many years, and many incidents, I acquired many scars. Reminders. Let's just say I do not enjoy them. I hated them, and hated looking at them. I assume that is why fate decided they would stick with me even in the afterlife." There was a moment of silence before Husk replied, "They make you feel vulnerable again. They remind you of those.. incidents.. Don't they?"

Alastor didn't verbally respond, but the glance he gave him confirmed to Husk that he may have been correct about this. Husk nodded. "You can trust us, Al."

As they stepped into Husk's room, they noticed just how much effort Niffty had put into this. She had drawn a bath, filled it with bubbles, already gotten a towel ready, and fresh new clothes for Alastor, folded neatly by the sink. As the Radio Host looked closer, he noticed some of the holes and tears had been mended.

"Wow, Niff, I'm impressed." Husk said, taking his hat off. Another sign that this wasn't between co-workers, but friends. His hair was slicked back as usual, though Alastor hadn't seen it like that since the day he won his soul.

When Husk looked back at Alastor, he noticed the look in his eye, his posture, everything. The look of 'I am trying very hard to be okay with this.'

Husk gave him a slight nod before turning to Niffty. "Why don't we give him some space real quick, alright?" He turned to Alastor. "Go ahead and get yourself ready in the bathroom, we'll be right out here." As he walked past the deer demon, he lowered his voice again, "We won't leave you."

Alastor stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He did deep down truly appreciate how supportive Husk and Niffty were being, it did help him feel less.. anxious about everything. Though he also no longer felt like an overlord. He felt like a kid again. The constant reassurance, the sudden comfort and concern he was being shown.. It reminded him of his mother. It was hard to describe, but if he had to, he would have said he felt 'weak, but in a way that was okay with him.'

He got himself ready and sat himself in the bath, the heat of the water somehow immediately helping him relax more than he thought it would. He was grateful for the bubbles as well, not only did it cover him, but he wasn't able to see his scars that much.

There was a gentle knock, then Husk's voice. "Al?" Wanting to at least pretend he still had control, he replied, "Enter."

Husk opened the door and before he even got a full step in, Niffty darted in, grabbed Alastor's discarded clothes and then ran back out, fussing about the blood stains under her breath.

"... Alright, well while she goes and does whatever it is she's decided she's going to do, I'll get started, if that's okay with you." Husk said, shutting the door behind him. Alastor nodded. It did feel odd to him to have someone elss in the room, but he reminded himself that he could trust the bartender.

As Husk stepped closer, he did catch a glimpse of a couple scars, littered across his skin. He didn't mention them, instead grabbing a rag nearby that Niffty had left out. "I know you don't like being touched, so I'm warning you beforehand that I'm about to, so you don't kill me. Satan knows Niffty would fuss at you over the mess." He said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Though Alastor didn't laugh, his grin did widen slightly, indicating that it had worked.

Husk dampened the cloth and got started, touching it to Alastor's back. As the radio demon jumped a little and suddenly gripped the sides of the tub, he paused, gave him time to calm back down, and continued. He knew he could have laughed at him, teased him for being such a powerful demon scared of something as small as a bath, but he didn't. He wouldn't. Because he understood. Sure, he was a feared overlord, rivaling with the King of Hell himself, but before that, he was a person.

A person that, surprisingly, he had come to understand and even care about. As Alastor suddenly jolted again, letting out a sudden ring of static, Husk thought it was due to him being anxious again, only to see his shoulders shaking a little bit.

At first, he worried that Alastor either was in pain or had started crying (a thought that really concerned him), but as he looked down, he noticed he had the rag placed on the back of his ribs, and that Alastor was arching away from the touch. Now this was something he could tease him about.

"Ticklish, kid?" He grinned, making a point to wiggle his fingers through the rag, making Alastor do the radio feedback noise again. "I-I'm oholder thahan you, you ahabsolute-" "Yeah but you died younger than I did, I'm more of an adult than you are."

Alastor opened his mouth to argue, but Husk had already slipped the rag under his right arm, wiggling his claws through the thin fabric. The radio demon slammed his arm down, trying hard to keep it together. He shook with contained laughter, his grin wide and wobbly, ears pinned back. He was doing quite well until Husk suddenly skittered his claws along the back of his neck.

He scrunched his nose up and broke, giggling hysterically, reflexively kicking a leg out, causing a bit of water to splash over the side. "Hey," Husk playfully scolded, "Keep it together down there, you know Niffty is gonna chastise you about that later." "My floor!"

Husk and Alastor jumped, the latter accidentally letting out more mic feedback, as both startled at the sudden sound of Niffty. Neither had seen or heard her enter the bathroom. She huffed, hands on her hips. "You boys. Always giving me more work." She shook her head, hopping up on a stool left by the tub so she could reach Alastor.

"I swear she appears whenever her name is mentioned, did you do that when you got her soul?" Husk whispered. Alastor shook his head, his eyes showing he was just as freaked out as Husk was.

Niffty ignored them, filling a cup with water. "Ears," was all the warning she gave before she dumped it over the deer's head, giving him a split second to fold his ears back to protect them from the water. Husk had to bite back a chuckle as Alastor's hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. He almost resembled a grumpy, wet dog. He reached up and pushed his hair from his eyes, looking slightly annoyed, but Husk knew he had all the patience in the world when it came to Niffty. She could get away with anything.

Even when she started to work in the shampoo, scritching behind his ears. Alastor visibly tensed up, his cheeks turning pink (something Husk had never seen him do). The cat grinned at him, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Your ears are ticklish too?" He chuckled.

As muffled, staticky snickers bubbled out of the overlord, Niffty just smiled. "Husk, dont tease him when you're worse." This shut him up quickly, Husk pinning his own ears back grumbling. Alastor would have laughed at him, had he not already been fighting it back so hard.

When Niffty started to gently scritch at the base of his ears, he started to crack more, giggling louder, yet it was clear he was trying to sit still for her. "Pff- Hmph.. M-Mhmhmhmhm- hahahaha nohoho!" His eyes flew open to glare at Husk, who had picked the rag up to start at the other side of his ribs now, under his left arm.

Alastor's ears were flicking from Niffty's tickling, as he gripped Husk's wrist, more just to have something to ground himself rather than to push him away.

Husk gently scrubbed lower down his side, earning higher giggles before Alastor gasped and flinched away. He hadn't been hurt, but Husk knew it more him trying to avoid getting hurt before it actually happened. The slash he had gotten from Adam was still healing. "Relax, Bucky, I'm not gonna hit it." Husk said.

"Don't call me Bu-hahahaha!" He had gotten cut off when Husk simply switched to his other side.

"Ears." Niffty warned before immediately pouring water over his head again. Alastor coughed a little before lifting his bangs again. "Careful, Niff, don't drown him." Husk chuckled, giving him a break to catch his breath.

As Niffty hopped down off the stool, Husk tossed the rag to Alastor for him to get his own legs, making a joke about how 'I know neither of us want me reaching down there.'

Husk took a seat on the stool as Niffty ran back in with a jar. "What's that?" Husk questioned. "Hoof polish!" She grinned. Alastor let a quiet growl escape his throat, though it was more out of embarrassment than anger, making the cat laugh a little. "As funny as that would be Niffty, I don't think we need it. I'm not pampering his spoiled ass more than I have to." She nodded and ran back out of the room.

"I couldn't help but notice," Husk started, "That you didn't try very hard to get away from the ticklin', especially around your ears." He smirked. Alastor just threw a soft glare his way and didnt confirm nor deny anything.

Once Alastor was done, Husk turned his head away and handed him a towel, before leaving the bathroom to leave him to it.

Alone once again, Alastor took a moment to take in just how much better he felt. Not only physically, but mentally. In the past, bathing would drain him of his energy, leaving him mentally exhausted. But this time he felt better than ever. He looked over at his newly mended suit, patched up by Niffty.

She didn't have to do that.. But she did. Because she looked up to Alastor and cared for him. And Husk didn't have to sit with him the entire time and help him. But he did. Because he saw him as a friend.

He got dressed and left the bathroom, meeting Husk again in his bedroom. Husk's ear flicked as he heard the door open, and he looked up at Alastor. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Alastor walked past him, quickly scritching behind the cat's ears as he passed, earning a loud snort as his hand was batted away. "Much." He smiled, and headed back out to the lobby.

It may not have been a verbal 'thank you,' but Husk had gotten the message anyway.

[pinegreenapples]

Radiostatic Fic Recs

Do you like radiostatic? Are you looking for something good to read? Here are some of my personal favorites that I think everyone should read! As a reminder, if you don't like something listed, just don't read it! And don't bother the author or me! Staying in your lane is free! 😊

Finished works

Control + V

Vox and Alastor are on the cusp of a relationship but Alastor worries that he isn't enough for Vox. Val interferes.

Get Your Thrill Just to Get At Me

Alastor experiences a rut for the first time and Vox refuses to waste good dick on a panic attack.

Hold Me Like A Grudge

This one's ABO and pretty much just smut. Suppressants fail all over the city! Guess we gotta fuck!

Put Your Fingers Back to the Keys

Alastor gets publicly summoned by Lilith and Vox searches for him.

Escape Was Just a Nod and a Casual Wave

This one's a really cool predator/prey fic where Vox chases Alastor.

Keep You Like an Oath

Alastor sneaks into V Tower and discovers Vox's video logs. It causes a revelation.

Lucidity's Fog

Vox has one final sex dream of him and Alastor together.

How to Commission a Radio Demon Body Pillow (and other assorted things)

This one is based off a tumblr ask thread about Vox having an insane amount of Alastor paraphernalia. It's funny, but it is one-sided.

Would You Download a Demon?

Alastor tells Vox and Rosie that he sold his soul. Vox does something so stupid, it's smart.

Classic and Better

Oooohhhhoooo, this bad boy is what made me start writing again. The characterization of them is so good and I love it so much. Alastor tempts Vox back into his folds and Vox follows blindly.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Alastor lays claim to Vox by biting him. This one is short and sweet.

Couple's Therapy

This one was funny and sadly too short. Modern day Alastor and Vox decide to go to therapy as a joke and it actually makes them realize a thing or two.

Bambi

I love this piece. It's cute! Vox and Alastor have two different versions of Bambi-their clashing interpretations lead to an adorable misunderstanding.

Joking Matters

Vox and Alastor got married to consolidate their power and have kept their relationship a secret since.

Obligations

Vox trades for Alastor's soul but it isn't at all like how he wanted. They both cope in their own ways.

Meant to Be Yours

This one's one-sided. Vox gets rejected and takes it really badly. An excellent piece exploring his side.

Bargains

This one is also so so so good. Alastor has a rut cycle and the only person who knows is Vox. However, Alastor hates that he has a rut and takes it out on Vox. Vox just wants to know what Alastor actually wants.

Spite

This one is delicious. It's based off the first episode where Alastor says he pulled a few strings to get the commercial to air. Vox demands that he act in a porno for blackmail.

Just a Slave to Your Instincts

Vox researches deer instincts and uses it very effectively against Alastor.

That One Tuesday

Similar premise to Classic and Better but it involves more of the Hazbin cast and the main plotline of trying to redeem sinners.

Vox and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Afterlife

This one is light on the relationship but funny. Basically, every rut Alastor goes fucking nuts and takes it out on Vox. However, no one believes him and they think he's going crazy.

666: Live on Air!

An excellent series that does a good job exploring the push and pull between these two and what a relationship between them would look like with all their hang ups and miscommunications.

Seeking Solace

This story plays with Dom/Sub designations and Vox is a sub who hasn't dropped in too long. He calls Alastor to help.

Radio Made the Video Star

I haven't fully read through this series but it is well written and I'm liking it so far!

Thawing Out

Vox is in an abusive relationship with Valentino. Alastor finds him one night by accident when he's mulling over his relationship. For the first time, Alastor notices that something else might be going on at Vee Tower and he has these awful feelings about it that he can't seem to shake.

The Pitch

Vox swaggers into Alastor's radio tower to propose a deal, he ends up limping out. Wink wonk!

Hypnosis, Live in your Bedroom!

This is inspired by the 666 hypnosis fic and it is quite good! It’s another smut piece of Alastor and Vox exploring his hypnosis.

Other Place

This piece is really sentimental. It made me cry and think about death. Basically, Alastor visits Vox on the anniversary of his mother's death and they talk through his many emotions.

This Wasn't on the Agenda

One-sided but funny! Vox and Alastor start a hissy fit in an overlord meeting about their brief sexual history together.

Staticradio Woodland Fun

This one's cutesy! Vox and Alastor are both mythical creatures experiencing rut and so they spend it with each other.

Feeling from Grace

Angel Dust comes to Alastor with some concerns about Vox’s wellbeing. Alastor manages to fuck it up, as he does all things regarding Vox and feelings.

Music on T.V. and Sex on the Radio!?

This one’s funny and sexy. After their little fight on air, Vox tracks Alastor down in his tower to have some good old fashioned fun.

Stay

Alastor can’t seem to let Vox go, even when Vox decides he can’t keep playing this game anymore.

Like Old Times

Alastor pays Vox a visit in his office after their musical spat to say hello.

Deer in the Backlights

This piece is nice in the way that it explores Vox finally getting closure from his obsession with Alastor. Val and Velvette set up a meeting for Vox and Alastor to finally fuck and get rid of their weird psychosexual tension. Vox wonders if this was really what he wanted all along.

198

This one is pure smut and it’s so delightful. Vox manages to mind break Alastor and turn him into his own personal sex toy. I also highly recommend anything by childishsadism, they write very compelling work!

Undisclosed Desires

Alastor and Vox get into another fight and Alastor finds he likes it a lot more than he thought he would.

To Be Yours

This is my own work! Alastor hears Vox open their personal frequency for the first time in years. Curious, he goes to find out why exactly Vox has chosen to break the silence.

Unfinished works

Addicted

Addicted is really good. Vox finds out he's been drugged by Val for decades and as a result has long term amnesia. He runs away and tries to reckon with a past he can't even remember.

Hypnotic

This one is a rape fic. Vox hypnotizes Alastor against his will and forces him to recount his first sexual encounter as he has sex with him.

Prey of the Video Star

This one is really really good! After the battle, Vox takes Alastor back to Vee tower, determined to finally make the other his. Alastor, weakened, struggles the best that he can even as the noose tightens around his neck.

Safe with Me

This one's good! It's a modern AU where Vox is a CEO and Alastor is a serial killer and podcaster. After separating as childhood friends, Vox and Alastor meet once again and find love with one another.

Equilibrium

Vox saves Alastor and accidentally creates a soulbond between them. This sets in motion a landslide of unexpected events between them.

The Answer is Yes

Okay, this one is extremely well written. It's a fascinating exploration of Vox and Alastor's relationship through a vignette style. It blends all sorts of memories with modern day and it's really cool. I like it a lot.

Bluest Monday

This one is so well written and the romance between them is absolutely heart wrenching. Alastor fears losing Vox to modernity, so he finally accepts Vox’s courting in an attempt to keep the other at his side. This decision has unintended consequences neither could foresee.

Hell’s Televisionary

This one is a really interesting take on Vox and his first few years in Hell. I’m really enjoying it! Vox is new to Hell and looking to make a name for himself. He’s also looking to reconnect with the elusive redhead that helped him when he first fell.

Rival Frequencies

Vox goes after Alastor after the extermination and patches him up. He discovers that maybe his feelings haven’t waned, and he tries to rekindle a friendship with Alastor again.

Tune On In!

This one is based off of an art post where Vox and Alastor got platonically married and details their life together.

Unraveling Emotions

Falling in love makes a sinner’s heart human again and their second death permanent. Vox has never stopped loving Alastor. Alastor makes a mistake and Vox nearly pays the price.

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[falling-star-cygnus]

Heard you’re suffering artblock and want requests so uhhhh—

Alastor helping Lucifer with molting season?

i love you for this, dewflake :0

uhhh, i wrote this and then reread your ask and only just now realized it says art block and not writers block... hope you don't mind?

your pfp tho oml <3

{Alastor sneezes.}

{The feather that had drifted past his nose, tauntingly red, marks for the third occasion he's had to bat one of those blasted things away. Once he could dismiss as an accident, two an unfortunate coincidence, but three?}

{Why, it was practically a challenge!}

{Though... admittedly a messy one. Not to mention sloppy. You didn't see Alastor leaving the velvet from his antlers everywhere, now did you?}

{...that wasn't a bad idea actually. Not everywhere, of course, the Radio Demon had class. But maybe a hearty covering over a certain king of hell's pillow would be enough of a deterrent.}

{Why was Lucifer leaving his feathers everywhere? It was hardly his usual go-to for irritating the deer demon. Before he could dwell too long, however, a familiar chipper voice breaks into his thought process.}

"Oh! Alastor!"

{Charlie, he notes. She's carrying a stack of boxes that's leaning just a little too far forward for comfort and Alastor can't help but use his microphone to tilt them back into her hands properly.}

{Purely so it wouldn't fall on him, of course. Not because he didn't want the princess to hurt herself. That would've made excellent entertainment if he was standing maybe a foot to the left. That's what he'll tell anyone that asks. Until it's true}

"Ack- thanks, Al!" "No problem at all, my dear Charlie. May I ask why you're carrying such a heavy load? With no help for that matter."

{Alastor would've thought her little girlfriend would've leapt at the chance to help. Especially considering he could tell she still carried the guilt of keeping what she truly was a secret.}

"It's no worries! Juuust busy somethings around in storage. Oh, oh! Actually- do you mind checking on my dad?"

{The Radio Demon tilts his head to the side, wondering why in high hell the darling princess thought that that was a good idea. He goes to say as much when-}

"Please, Al? For me?"

{He chokes on static. Somehow, Charlie had managed to peek over her stack of luggage and flash the most horrendous pair of puppy dog- ugh dogs- pair of doe eyes at him}

{It's shameful how fast it works.}

"...obey the five-foot rule." "Yay! Oh, I could hug you right now!" "Do not."

{Charlie giggles, hefting her haul back into the crook of her arm with a nod}

"I would go myself, but this could be a good bonding opportunity for you two! He always gets like this this time of year..." "Oh? And here I thought he was a hermit year round, hahah!"

{Alastor doesn't stick around to see her expression.}

{Unsurprisingly, the feathers become a more and more common occurrence the closer he gets to Lucifer's gaudy apple tower. He'll have to loose Niffty in here sometime soon...}

{The deer half-debates just leaving, the king of hell is more then old enough to take care of himself. But- no, he gave Charlie his word. Not directly, there was nothing making him do this actually. So why does he want to...?}

{Alastor knocks}

"Huh- Uh.. who is it?"

{The door is opening before he can answer.}

"Now, now, your highness, you didn't even let me introduce myself!" "Ughh, what do you want, Alastor?"

{There's something itching at the back of his brain at the sight of Lucifer's unkempt wings. The way the feathers puffed and clumped up in some places, the ceiling high piles of red and white... hm.}

{He invites himself in}

"Wh- hey!" "Our dear Charlie sent me over, of course! Something about your current issue being a yearly problem?"

{It's highly amusing to watch Lucifer waffle around for an answer, starting one sentence just to abandon it for an accusation. It almost makes him laugh as he watches over his shoulder. It's only after a minute of watching that he realizes the king is shirtless.}

{The final piece clicks into place.}

"Oh, I see. You're molting, aren't you?" "How did you-" "I suppose this goes to show even the most powerful of beings have their troubles, hm?" "So you admit I'm stronger then you!"

{Alastor's eye twitches}

"You mean you were doubting it?"

{Lucifer scowls}

{The micro king of hell manages to keep the staring contest going for about 10 seconds before throwing his hands up to viciously scratch at one of wings. The rough movement has the deer cringing and smoothing himself out before Lucifer rounds on him again.}

"Can I help you?" "On the contrary, maybe I can help you."

{His royal shortness barely has time to blink before Alastor is shadow slinking behind him.}

{The Radio Demon shoves at his shoulder until the little king is face down on his bed and ignores whatever noises of protest he manages to make at the sudden treatment.}

"What are you doing- oh. Oh, that feels nice."

{Alastor had sunk his nails into the clump of loose feathers closest to the middle of Lucifer's back and begun to gently scritch at the muscle underneath it; effectively, the feathers ready to fall were taken care of.}

{It feels like hours later of this rinse and dry process before the purring King speaks up}

"You're good at this... you done this for that bartender of yours or something?" "HAH- no."

{The deer contemplates leaving it at that, keeping whatever this calm air is between them going and stable and safe. He's not sure why he doesn't.}

"My ma- my mother used to look after the ducks that came by the pond."

{If Lucifer notices the correction, he doesn't say anything. No, he stays quiet as Alastor dusts his loose feathers into an idle pile.}

"She taught me how to do it." "...she sounds nice."

{The Radio Demon hums, a familiar song drifting through his microphone. He vaguely remembers it as something that would play in the kitchen all those years ago. Hm... didn't his maman say that molting fowl needed more protein? Perhaps then he'll make jambalaya for dinner tonight. Just in case.}

"...she was."

[chaosister]

PROLOGUE. [ back to series masterlist ]

cw. mentions of killing, mentions of cannibalism, fem!reader, drinking??

note. this is finally out! I just finished this in an hour so I might drop the first chapter tomorrow, taglist for this series are open!

“a job well done again miss (name)! you really outdid even me in this case!” 

the booming laughter of the head chief echoed throughout the room and mingled with the other workers' yells of joy, after all you did just solve another case that remained unsolved for years- until you were brought to the stage, that is.

“ah, you flatter me, chief. I wouldn’t have performed well if it weren’t for your well thought out instructions.” you wringed your hands together as you sent a strained smile to the man in front of you who reeked of alcohol, the smell of his breath was making your brows furrow but you held it in and tried to act unbothered. you hated this place, it was so appalling and full of such perverse customers and the reek of the cigarettes that wafted around the air which you were now breathing in were causing you to have a migraine and you aren’t even going to mention the horrid smell of sweat and different body odors that hid under such strong colognes or perfumes. at least the waitresses here were nice.

“HAHAHA! hear that folks? if it weren’t for my instructions, the little miss (name) here wouldn’t have accomplished the case smoothly!” you were broken out of your trance when you heard the chief’s egoistical words that were making it harder to force a smile through gritted teeth. oh god, you just want to go home and not deal with this egoistic man. you regret uttering those words to him because you knew how he’ll be making claims about you failing this mission if it weren’t for him and you’ll have to endure such a thing for a week, a week! well, unless the old geezer got tired of it or your co-workers stopped paying attention to his claims.

“haha, yes sir. I couldn’t have totally succeeded in finding out who’s behind all of those crimes if it weren’t for you.” you said those words through gritted teeth as you let out an awkward laugh to try and make it seem as if you weren’t mocking him with your words. you bet your ass that he was going to take all of the credit again, you just hope that your up-coming salary would at least have a bonus for cracking this nut tough case.

“well, If I may, may I ask what will be your next mission miss (name)?” the chief slammed down the crystal beer stein pint glass that contained the heavy beer he was just drinking that was now half-way finished. 

should you tell him? uncertainty rushed through your mind as you hesitated to mutter out words, “well.. uhm..” you avoided his gaze and tried to think of an excuse to get out of this conversation that was obviously getting awkward. 

“what? are you trying to hide secrets from me now, (name)?” the stern gaze and voice of his froze your body and it felt like you were dumped in an ice cold bath due to those eyes of his that glared at you with deep annoyance, all the hint of playfulness and the joy the man showed was nowhere to be found as he urges you to tell him, it wasn’t a question- it was an order from someone higher than you and you couldn’t help but be reminded of those moment you wish to lock away deep inside your mind.

“...I’ve been interested in this one case that happened in new orleans, louisiana years ago..” you glanced towards the chief to see if that was enough information but the way one of his eyebrows raised at you urging you to continue only made you release a tired sigh. “the one where a southern radio host was revealed to be a cannibal all along and he died by a hunter’s hand who mistook him as a deer, you know, that one?” you took a sip from your own glass as the bitter taste of the beer greets your tongue and the burning sensation that the alcohol left as it went down on your throat was a feeling you welcomed wholly.

“you mean that case of a crazy psychopath who managed to fool everyone for years and then his crimes were suddenly revealed after his death?” the chief chugged down the half-way finished alcohol that was left inside his glass as he slammed down his glass on the table multiple times to get the bartender’s attention to ask for more of the addicting beverage. “you have an eye for grotesque cases, you know that, kid? heard this certain case was so gruesome that the police and investigators who handled the case were left traumatized by the scenes they saw inside that man’s house.” the bartender who held a rather large bottle of beer came towards the two of you to fill the chief’s empty glass as he continued his blabber that piqued your interest, you made sure to listen to his words carefully since he might spat something out that could help you figure some things out about this case.

“you’d think that such an innocent looking wooden house was never the place where he hid the countless mangled body parts of his victims, just imagining the scene gives me the shivers.” and to further prove his point, the chief exaggerated a shaking motion, 

“but, you know, I do hand it to the guy, he is smart and plans out his killings well. he doesn’t just go around, pick someone out and kill them on the spot. the guy actually gets close to his victim for a few days and then strikes when their victim’s trust has been acquired by that man, pretty clever, don’t you think? not to mention the fact that he was a rather famous radio broadcaster.” the chief took a gulp of his drink, letting out a satisfied sigh once he was finished savoring the taste of the beer. “now that’s what I’m talking about.” 

seeing that the man will no longer provide you any information other than the ones he already uttered, which was basic information that you’ve already read in the files that you managed to get your hands on, still, you couldn’t help but be disappointed by the fact that you wasted your time hoping that the chief would supply some useful information. but alas, you could do nothing but run your hand through your hair and finish the remaining alcohol inside your glass- it was rude to waste food, even if it’s a beer.

you stood up from your seat and gathered your things, trying to ignore the sudden silence that came beside you and that irritating feeling of his glare on the side of your head. “going so soon? we just came here, you know?” no, in fact the two of you arrived in this bar house a few hours ago when the sun was still up and now it was dark outside. maybe the chief was starting to get drunk. “just a word of advice, be careful and always be cautious and have your guard up at every time.” the chief sent you a smile but you know that you should take his words seriously since you suspect that he knows something and is holding back precious information away from you.

“I’ll make sure to keep your words in mind, Chief.” He turned his head away from you and sent you a dismissing wave as you awkwardly raised your hand a bit and waved back at him.

you strutted away from the chief and headed towards the back exit as the sound of the heavy door of the establishment slamming rather loudly rang through your ears and managed to startle you.stupid door, you kicked the door and as expected, your feet ached from the force you exerted on the hard surface of wood. “fuck! ow! ow!” you let out wails as you tried not to force too much weight on your now injured feet while heading towards your car.

 “they should really change that door..” you mumbled, but your petty tantrum was soon halted by the shining cover that peeked out of the garbage can beside the lamp post that was in front of your parked car. “hm?” your curiosity got the best of you as you neared the trash can but stopped, realizing that you were about to pick something out of a literal garbage can. 

you whipped your head around to spot for some on-lookers and seeing that there was none around you, you quickly snatched the glittering cover of what you assumed to be a book and ran straight to your car, slamming the door shut and looking down at the heavy book on your arms.

the book had some dust and dirt but nothing a good whipping of your hand can’t do and some of the pages were turning a shade of a yellowish brown due to aging you guess. 

you dusted off the dirt on the book and turned it so that the front cover was now facing you- the cover was embedded with some red gems that made it glitter and a fancy cursive of the title of the book that you couldn’t read properly, it was hard to pronounce. well, whatever, you’ll just deal with it once you arrive at the house of that cannibal.

you placed down the book on top of the files that you’ve collected for the case you were about to investigate for more clues and complete the rather gruesome story that was missing some puzzle pieces. you’ve always loved solving puzzles anyway, this was nothing new, and with that you drove away towards the destination that you would soon wish you’d never stepped foot on.

[heyitsspiders]

Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader - Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 6

Bow Chicka Bow Bow

Lucifer teases you throughout the day before giving you what you asked for.

Smut

Your eyes lit up as you rushed forward, your arms wrapping around his form and nestling your head against his chest, “That’s amazing!” 

He chuckled as he rested his hands on your back, “I know! I’ve been dying to tell you but I wanted to keep it a surprise until my room was done.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

You peered up at him, “ That’s what you and Charlie have been talking about? And to think, Alastor tried to get me to make a deal with him for that!” You laughed.

Lucifer stiffened and pulled you away from him, his hands gripping your shoulders as his yellow eyes bore into you, “he tried to do what.”

“He tried to get me to make a deal with him in exchange for what you had been talking about. When I declined he warned me about the friendships I was making,” you explained. You hadn’t told anyone else this as you were a little embarrassed at how badly you wanted to know their secret. As you spoke Lucifer’s eyes sharpened. You gulped. Were you not supposed to say that?

“Oh that piece of shit,” He growled and started off to the door, practically flying off the bed. “I’ll show that radio creep who he’s fucking with.” 

You jolted after him, grabbing his hand, “Woah, Dear, it’s okay!” Look, you and Alastor didn’t get along that well but you didn’t want him dead!

He tried to yank his hand away but you held firm. He was clearly holding back as he could have easily thrown you to the other side of Hell, “No it isn’t! He tried to steal my lover’s soul! That isn’t something he gets to do and get away with!” 

Your mind pushed away what he was saying. You had more important things to deal with right now, like stopping this father from destroying one of his daughter’s friends. You were tempted to let go of his hand and let him go forward with his plan but the image of Charlie’s distraught face flashed in your mind and your grip tightened.

You looked at him sternly, “how are you going to explain killing him to Charlie?”

He paused, whatever he was going to say dying in his throat. You continued, “yeah sure, he tried to take my soul but Charlie believes in redemption. Do you really think killing him would do any good?”

Lucifer was quiet for a while before he sighed, his muscles relaxing as he no longer fought your grip. You tugged him towards you, dragging him into a hug. He returned the hug, grumbling something about “that stupid fucking deer” .  You softly chuckled as you gently kissed his cheek. As the two of you stood, rocking slightly in each other's embrace, it finally clicked what he had said. 

Lover. 

He called you his lover .

Your cheeks heated as you thought about it more. Yeah, the two of you made out and were lovey dovey with each other but he considered the two of you as lovers. You had hoped he would but you never wanted to bring it up, you were too scared he’d laugh at you. You knew he would never do that but that didn’t stop your fear from festering inside you. 

“Lover?” You whispered to him, holding him tighter.

“Mhm,” he hummed proudly. He titled his head to make eye contact with you, faint hunger sparkled in his eyes as his eyes began trailing down your face.

Your heart picked up speed and Lucifer grinned, he could hear and feel as your heart pounded in your chest. One of his hands held the back of your head as he moved his mouth to the crook of your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, heat blooming throughout your body. You could feel his lips turn up in a smile as his tongue slid out and began gently tracing your collarbone. You moved your hand to your mouth as Lucifer moved you against the wall, his tongue continuing to explore your upper torso. 

Once Lucifer got his fill he began to press gentle, hungry kisses along your neck, your eyes rolled with pleasure. Your free hand gripped the back of his vest and his kisses turned to biting. He nestled his head against your neck, biting down harder than previously. You sharply inhaled as he sucked on your skin, his teeth still buried in your neck as the two of you slid down against the wall and landed on the floor. Your hands clawed at his clothes back, you could feel Lucifer smile against you. 

He pulled back, licking his lips as he looked at you. You were breathless as you panted, your mind fuzzy. He smirked at you and wiped his mouth of any saliva that had fallen down his chin. He eyed you with half-lidded eyes as he.. Stood up? 

Lucifer rested his hands on his hips as he looked down at you, puffing out his chest slightly. “Well, it seems like it is time for bed,” he said nonchalantly, looking at his non-existent watch.

You stared at him, shocked. No way he was going to leave you like this. “Wh- what? You’re.. Going to bed?” You stammered. You were a mess on the floor, your heart still pounding in your ears. 

He shrugged, “Yeah, why not?” He said, his yellow eyes staring smugly at you.

You sputtered out some noises that were supposed to be words but nothing made sense. He leaned over and moved his hand under your chin, making you look at him.

“Don’t worry, Darling. We will continue this tomorrow,” he said with a sharp smile. He kissed your head softly, “Goodnight, dear. Rest well, you’ll need it.”

You practically melted into the floor as he let go and walked over to the door. He grabbed the handle, the door creaking as it opened. Lucifer gave you one final grin as he walked out, the door clicking behind him. 

You barely slept last night, despite being warned. How were you supposed to sleep after that? He can’t just make you a mess, desperate for more, and then leave you! 

Well, you guess he can, considering that is exactly what he did. All you did last night was shake with anticipation and desire, your mind wide awake even as you tried to fall asleep. It was futile, though, as you knew you already were fully awake and had no chance of falling asleep. When your alarm clock rang you were quick to turn it off. You both did and didn’t want it to be morning. 

On one hand, you really wanted to see what Lucifer had planned. On the other, you had barely slept and you had a feeling the fallen angel was going to destroy you. You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes as you slung your legs over the side of the bed. You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over to your bathroom. You felt pretty good today, other than being sleep deprived and you were tired of feeling useless, no more off days. 

You showered, the warm water waking you up, and brushed your teeth. You looked at yourself in the mirror and flexed your wings. Your torn wing looked better than it did yesterday, in a few more days you’d be able to fly. Maybe you could get flying lessons from Lucifer. Once you were dry enough you tugged on your clean uniform and walked out your room. 

You covered your mouth as you yawned, walking into the kitchen bumping into Lucifer. 

“Shit!” You exclaimed before apologizing, “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Ha ha,” He dryly laughed, “haven’t heard that one before.”

“That’s not- I didn’t-” You stammered before giving up, “Why are you in here?”

“I’m here to help you!” He smiled. He was still not wearing his overcoat with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his dark forearms that laid underneath. His hat was also missing which allowed his slicked back blonde hair to be seen.

“What?” 

“I didn’t think it was that hard of a concept to grasp,” he teased. “I’m here to help you make breakfast.”

“No no, I got that,” You roll your eyes playfully. “I meant, why are you helping me? This is my job, I can handle it.”

“Oh, I’m well aware, I’ve tasted your cooking before.” He responded with a grin, “I’m just making sure you don’t get too tired! I don’t want you exhausted before tonight.”

Your face felt like the surface of the Sun as you just merely nodded. Words were not working for you. You walked over to this week’s schedule. Seems this morning you were making a relatively easy breakfast; waffles topped with blueberries, strawberries and whipped cream with a side of  chocolate scones and bacon. Easy enough. 

“Alright, well, if you’re helping me this morning can you start on the bacon?” You asked as you reached for the all-purpose flour and salt. 

He nodded and grabbed the bacon out of the fridge, setting the package on the counter next to the stove. Lucifer bent down and grabbed a frying pan from one of the lower cabinets before straightening his back and setting it atop a burner. You turned away and grabbed the other ingredients for the waffles and you could hear the pieces of pork begin to sizzle against the hot pan. 

Eventually you had the batter and poured a small portion of it into a waffle iron. Lucifer had finished the bacon and you asked him to start on the scones, and he agreed. While the first waffle cooked you went to the fridge and grabbed the berries before running them under the faucet. The light on the waffle maker flashed green and you set the berries down and carefully placed the first waffle onto a plate you had set next to it.

You continued to make the waffles and Lucifer grabbed the cocoa powder, baking powder and other needed ingredients for the scones. You watched as he combined the dry ingredients before adding the butter. It was mesmerizing to watch him work around the kitchen. You may have been the hotel chef, but damn. The efficiency and grace of this man made you almost not notice the flashing green light. You mumbled an “oh shit” before plating another waffle.

The two of you finished up breakfast fairly quickly since there were two of you and Lucifer helped you set the table. You set out the plates and glasses as he neatly placed the utensils. Once everything was set up you leaned out the dining room doors.

“Breakfast!” You called. You could hear the conversations quiet down and grow once more, this time accompanied by the echoing of footsteps. 

As the group got closer you could make out their conversation.

“I’m starved!” You heard Angel complain.

“Would ya’ quit your whining? You’re about to eat,” Husk said in his usual gruff tone, a small smile forming on his lips.

You held open the door for them as they entered, flashing them a smile. Charlie was towards the back of the group. She stopped next to you, her eyes were glossy like she was about to start crying. You closed the door to the dining room so you could talk to her.

“Are you-” You were cut off as she hugged you, sniffling.

She pulled away and wiped her eyes, “I’m just- I’m just so happy to have extra help around here. I know I have the other helping but you came to me and offered . And, it just means so much to me.” She gave you another quick hug.

You smiled warmly at her, patting her back, “I’m glad you’ve allowed me to help you achieve your dream.”

Charlie shifted in your embrace, sniffling once more, “What if- What if this doesn’t work?”

You pulled her away and held her shoulders gently, “Charlie, you have worked so hard on this hotel, there is no way it won’t work!” 

She opens her mouth to say something but you cut her off, “And even if it doesn’t, even if Heaven doesn’t allow sinners to be redeemed, it will still make Hell a better place. And I am so proud of you.” 

As you spoke her eyes welled with tears once more and embraced you for the third time. Ever since you started dating Lucifer, you felt way closer to Charlie, as if she were your child as well. Of course, you’d never force her to view you that way. You hoped you weren’t making Charlie uncomfortable or making her feel like you were wrecking their already broken family more. But by the way she confided in you and how we reacted to your help, you figured things would be alright.

 You gave her a quick squeeze before letting her go and opening the doors. Everyone else was eating, except Lucifer, who had been quietly looking for you. He found your eyes and then looked at Charlie, who was wiping away her tears once more as she sat down. Lucifer walked up to you.

“Is everything alright?” Lucifer asked, worry coating his every word.

You nodded, “She was thanking me for working here.”

His eyes now held pride as he smiled, “That’s my girl.” He turned to look over at her, admiration and joy flowed over every inch of his being. 

The pride Lucifer held for his daughter was adorable. He was so proud of her, even if he was bad at showing it. You set a hand on one of his shoulders, smiling at him. He placed one of his own hands on yours, squeezing your hand as he continued to watch his daughter and her friends chat over breakfast.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Well, it was other than the teasing Lucifer did to you. As you were cleaning the dishes from breakfast he came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. He’d kiss your neck softly, mumbling words you couldn’t quite understand into your skin and when you’d ask him to repeat what he said he'd just grin at you, saying something like “you’ll find out later.” Which, while hot, would be quite ominous if you didn’t have a general idea of what he was going to do. 

You couldn’t think about it for long, otherwise you’d turn into mush and wouldn’t be able to perform your job. Your face basically never stopped burning as the day progressed. You avoided everyone, especially Angel. He’d know exactly what was up if he took one good look at you. You were never lonely, though, as Lucifer would be right there, smiling at you. 

At one point the two of you were in your room, sitting on your bed. You quietly hoped and wished he’d hurry up and do what he said he would. However, any time you hinted at it, he’d look at you and feign ignorance and then laugh as you’d get flustered.

“I know it’s hard for you to wait, my darling,” he’d coo, placing a hand on your cheek as he grinned. “After dinner, wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Finally, after hours of waiting, dinner came and went without any problems. Once everyone finished up and you said your goodnights as they walked out the door. You closed the dining room doors, your entire body heating up as Lucifer smirked knowingly at you. You felt his gaze on you as you did your best to clean up in a quick manner. You just wanted to be done as fast as possible, you wanted to be out of the kitchen. Worst part was Lucifer didn’t even help, he just watched as he leaned against the wall, his smug grin never wavering. 

You’d never cleaned the kitchen faster than you had that night. Once the plates and glasses were in the correct cabinets and the utensils in their drawers, Lucifer walked over and tugged you through a portal. The place was unfamiliar as you looked around. There was a lavish bed, a small table on either side. A few shelves lined the wall, various ducks occupying them. There was also a workbench against one of the walls, a family portrait of Lucifer, Charlie and who you assumed to be Charlie’s mother hung above it. There was a window on the other side, you had to be in the hotel still as you could see the city from a nearby window.

“Welcome to my room,” Lucifer said, answering your question.

Ah, that explained the ducks and photo. You were snapped back into reality as Lucifer pressed you against the wall. He nibbled on your neck before moving his head up.

“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered, his eyes sincere and they locked onto yours. 

You nodded, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He wasted no further time as he pressed his lips against yours, your tongues dancing in each other’s mouth. His clawed hands began to unbutton your uniform and it was clear it was taking a lot in him to not tear it off of you. He eventually got it off, leaving your chest exposed to him. He broke away from the kiss and picked you up, laying you on his plush, comfortable bed. He grinned down at you as he stood at the end of the bed. His fingers trailed down your chest and to your waist, his claws tugging at the waistband of your pants. Lucifer gingerly unzipped your pants before pulling them off of you along with your underwear, grinning down at what laid before him. 

With a swift motion he was shirtless, revealing his thin form that was faintly muscular. He crawled on top of you, his eyes hungry as he locked eyes with you. As his hips neared yours, you could feel the bulge of his pants grow and you couldn’t help yourself from thrusting your hips upwards against it. Lucifer sharply inhaled before lowering his mouth against your chest, running his tongue along every crevice he could reach, memorizing how each and every part of you tasted. 

Your eyes rolled back and you bucked your hips against his once more. Lucifer chuckled as he lifted his head from his exploration, “So needy..” 

You melted from his words and he continued exploring. His tongue retreated back into his mouth and was replaced by his teeth as they pierced your skin and you couldn’t stop the moan from escaping your mouth. Your noises only fed into his hunger for you as he traveled back up your body, leaving a trail of bites in his wake. Your fingers dug into his back as he continued.

Lucifer pulled away from your body, peering down and smiling at his artwork. His eyes flicked back up to you as he slowly began to unzip his own pants. Your eyes darted back and forth to his hand and his eyes until he was finally fully revealed. 

Lucifer grabbed your waist firmly as he lined himself up before thrusting in harshly. You screamed his name as he pounded you into his mattress. He was hitting every pleasurable spot inside you and you were mush in his hands as he went in and out. The bed rocked with each powerful thrust Lucifer’s hips did against yours. You could feel yourself near climax already. 

He continued to fuck you into oblivion, soft grunts and moans escaping his lips, which only aided in pushing you over the edge as your muscles tensed and finished. But Lucifer wasn’t done as he continued to rock the bed with you, his pace quickening randomly to break the rhythm he had going to catch you off guard. His name was all you could say in between moans and screams of pleasure. It wasn’t long until you neared a second climax as Lucifer’s movements became desperate. He thrusted quicker and with each sound of skin against skin you drew nearer. Lucifer let out a loud moan as warmth bloomed in your stomach as the two of you finished.

Lucifer looked at you lovingly as he panted. Sweat coated both of your bodies as Lucifer carefully pulled out. Lucifer leaned forward carefully, kissing you gently on the lips before he retreated to the bathroom. You caught your breath and you could hear water start running as Lucifer started the bath. While his exhaustion had weakened him, his weak state was well strong enough to carry you to the bathroom, in which he gently set you in the warm water. He slid into the tub as well and sat next to you as one of his arms wrapped around you. 

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence in the bath, the warm water easing your muscles and washing off the sweat. Lucifer clung to your side, never once moving without somehow touching you. As the water peacefully lapped at the side of the tub, you rested your head on Lucifer’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

[allykatsart]

pls i’m so feral about your deer boi oc tell me more i wanna know how the whole everyone notices he’s terrified of alastor thing goes

Who is Peccantum?

HO BOY YOU ASKED FOR IT-

Husk, of course, is the first to notice.

He's a gambler, bartender, and is far more attentive than other sinners give him credit for. Of course he notices Peccantum is treading on eggshells everywhere, and not just for comedic effect. The young buck is genuinely terrified of Alastor.

However, Husk isn't one to act on that information. Not only is it none of his business, Husk is also kind of in the same boat as Peccantum. Honestly, the bartender thinks Peccantum's fear is warranted. He does soften over time, but what can he do, really?

Angel Dust is the first to help.

It would be post episode 4, when Angel really starts to connect with others at the hotel. Angel just kinda always assumed Peccantum was a panicky, on edge weirdo. As they get to know each other a little more, Angel realizes that's not actually the case. Peccantum is usually a sarcastic, passionate, clever guy! So the way the bellhop acts around Alastor... It reminds Angel a touch too much of his situation with Val

(Not in romance or assault, but in the 'Im going to fuck with you for my own amusement' way)

So, Angel starts doing little things. He doesn't want to piss off the strawberry pimp, so no direct confrontation, but he can still help Peccantum not get jump scared. Angel greets Alastor out loud when Alastor enters a room quietly. He lingers in rooms where Peccantum would be alone otherwise. Small things that prepare Peccantum beforehand.

In return, Peccantum makes Angel warm drinks when Angel comes back from a long day. He learns recipes that Angel likes and cooks dinner. He gives Angel a book called "A hundred and one dirty jokes for the wickedly perverted." Small things.

They don't talk about it, and it's not a foolproof strategy, but it helps.

Sir Pentious, the best friend, takes it very seriously.

Sir Pentious doesn't pick up on it like Husk and Angel do, so it takes an actual conversation with Peccantum about it for him to realize it's serious. Pentious and Peccantum are Science Buddies™️ so it doesn't take long before Pentious starts coming up with inventions that might help! Magic seeking goggles, ocular augmentations, even a scanner to help identify Alastor before he appears! They have a little fun with it.

In the end, though, Pentious keeps it simple. He and Peccantum develop a secret hand signal for if Peccantum needs someone to distract Alastor. That way Peccantum can slip away and calm himself down if he's spiraling!

They also develop a secret handshake but that's beside the point.

Charlie....

Despite what everyone thinks, Charlie isn't stupid. She's observant and empathetic, and quickly picks up that Peccantum is nervous around Alastor. She can understand that, Hell, sometimes the Radio Demon makes her nervous! She's also a fixer, so would try to resolve the issue with diplomacy and setting boundaries. Sure, Alastor probably doesn't care about Peccantum, but Alastor does listen to her!

But she doesn't have the context.

I don't think Peccantum would tell her anything, and may actively try to keep his thoughts about Alastor private from her. I also think Alastor has made it clear that if Peccantum tries to hide behind Charlie, he's in for a lot worse than just some scares. Alastor defers to Charlie out of obligation and opportunity, but he refuses to have others use her to manipulate himself. Especially not a soul he owns.

Peccantum, of course, complies. He has to convincingly lie to Charlie, which makes his stomach squirm with guilt, but it's fine. He's overreacting anyways. It's fine. It's the price he chose to pay for power.

As long as he has magic, he shouldn't care what Alastor decides to do with him.

It's fine.

(No, it's not)

[greykolla-art]

Hello!

This show gets more intriguing by the minute!

[omori-cottage]

Alastor as your dad headcanons!

Info: 1600+ words, fluff, probably ooc, I know Alastor is canonically a bad dad but shh let me dream, possible grammar errors

headcanons about our favourite deer as your dad! Lmk if you want more cuz I already have another set of these done :D

- Has secret codes with you. For example, you can tug on his coat and he gives you a head pat to let you know that you have to wait a bit before he can speak to you. If you want to enter his radio tower then you have to knock at his door an odd number of times, this way he knows that it’s you and gets his shadow to open the doors for you during his broadcasts (unless it’s the more brutal type of broadcast)

-He doesn’t want you to have a phone or anything modern like this, even if you are older. If you beg him enough and be good for him then he just might get you a phone. Oh, you were expecting the new smartphone from Voxtech? No no, you are getting a nokia or some sort of flip phone. And he does take it away from you before bedtime.

-Gives constructive criticism on your hobbies. If you show him your drawing then there is a huge chance that you will have to listen to him telling you what's wrong, but he will keep the drawing even if he doesn’t like it, simply because throwing it away would upset you. If he does find your drawing good enough, then it might end up on the Hotels fridge and none of the employees dares to remove it.

-He owns your soul, but not for the reason you might think. Alastor owns your soul to protect you from other Overlords, he wants to make sure that no one will be allowed to take you away from him.

-If someone hurts you, then you won’t see them again or he will scare them away. No matter if you are just heartbroken or actually hurt and bleeding, he won’t hesitate to kill or at least injure the person that’s responsible for it. You are his precious child after all, he won’t allow someone to hurt you.

[chaifootsteps]

Hello, 'tis I, SecretIdentity!Alastor Anon once more:

I didn't realize wendigo weren't closed culture, I was under the impression that they were, my bad, sorry; thanks for telling me. Anyways I agree that interpretations w/ them as spoopy monsters is pretty blargh & that my Secret-ID-AU!Alastor, even canon!Alastor, are as far from wendigo as can be lol.

And yes! I really like Peryton!Alastor as a concept (plus, bird AND deer behaviors! It's got the flavors built in! Either the SecretIdentity!Alastor's wings are too small to fly, or they were injured & rendered flightless some time ago (broken funny? Nerve damage? Amputee? haven't decided). He's been a lot of fights over the years, there's a toll taken there.

And I just had a thought, what if, Alastor's plan to ally with Charlie & support her hotel idea, was a survival-brain, seat of his pants idea? The most recent Cleanse had all of Hell in a huge serious of brawls, duels and turf wars right (tbh I have... issues with Sinners and the Cleanse itself only being confined to the Pride Ring but I haven't decided yet)? Set 'Day in the Life' Alastor comic but a little to the left slightly before the Cleanse, Alastor and Sheep Lady get caught outside during the Cleanse. Eventually leads to Alastor getting into a marathon of close calls both with Exterminator Angels AND Sinners afterwards, he's won in the sense that he's alive, and the Radio Demon's identity is still a mystery as well as his mythos uplifted further. By the start of the AU Pilot time post-Cleanse, all his usual hideyholes (Rosie? Who actually is an Overlord apparently?) are either too far or partially compromised (Vox bothering him, Alastor, as himself, a 'known associate' of the Radio Demon?), so he needs to buy himself some breathing room to recover and figure out his next moves. (Sheep Lady is alive somewhere but nowhere to be seen for now).

Alastor uses some magic he's got to make himself look unruffled/unhurt, can't show weakness after all, wounded prey animals get targeted first. He ends up ducking into the News Studio just in time to see Charlie's broadcast interview live.

Idk I just thought it would be kinda interesting if Alastor allied with Charlie because he was flying by the seat of his pants and too allergic to showing weakness (legitimate concern considering Hell's society) to try coming as a guest, because not only is that an affront to his pride but the lack of control would be scary probably, so he needs to pitch himself (and his true identity, but separately and somehow a reason to also be there bc that's the point but he can't let them know it's the point) as a valuable asset without looking weak. So he calls in a couple of those few ongoing contracts/favors that he's been holding onto for a while, Niffty and Husk, they're the... Safest choices, to contribute something to this allyship support deal he just pantsed himself into. He had a plan the whole time (no he didn't).

Instead of the pilot/ep1 ending with Sir Pentious just showing up, he doesn't, no big powerwank scene, just quiet scenes for each of what is probably going to be (most of?) the main cast ending their day, settling into the hotel. Also I feel that there was some missed opportunity in the pilot canon where Angel mentions that there's no food at the hotel, and Alastor offering to cook jambalaya for everybody (later if he has a more pressing injury to bother with in secret? Could even be a tidbit of Vaggie talking to Charlie about how Alastor [Radio Demon's ambassador] smells like blood, and if Alastor hears he wouldn't correct her) dialogue at the end can stay though, or it get picked up later.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my Alastor blether, I know he's just Viv's edgy karen-hair wasted potential OC but, man I enjoy redesign/rewriting him.

Thank you for sending in your ideas -- it's some truly excellent blether! Characters that are exceedingly powerful but also in survival mode always make for an interesting time.

(Incidentally, you've also got me really invested in the idea of Alastor with stubs of what used to be wings hidden under his clothes.)

[theoisdaydreaming]

I was checking my notes and came across a few prompts and fics i wrote,,, so I'm posting some of them!

Starting with the oldest one lmao

(shindeku, gender swapped deku, dadzawa, erasermic 💀)

Puppy Love!

Chapter 5 "hi"

"Hey boys! Need a ride?"

The car window opened to greet them with the green eyes and bright blonde hair of his husband.

The older man nodded at shinsou and they both got in the car with the ravenette's husband

"hey"

"hey" he smiled as they greeted each other with a kiss, wich in return made the younger boy sitting in the back of the car look away uncomfortable.

"i got off work early at the radio station so i came to pick you up" hizashi said as he started to drive away

"where are you going kid?" he motioned to shinso looking at him from the rear-view mirror.

"um, could you drop me at the cafe in gatoaishi street"

"sure" hizashi smiled "your parents work there don't they? At the cat cafe?"

"yeah, my moms own the place"

"oh that's lovely! Me and shouta love that place" his green eyes lit up at the mention of their favorite place.

Shou and him love to spend their few free days at the cozy stablishment.

"we've never seen you there" shouta cracked an eye open with his head resting in the window at his side.

"im usually at the back" the boy shrugged and the adult nodded in understanding.

"oh! you don't mind if we pass for our daughter in the way do you?" hizashi asked "we're picking her up from dance class and then dropping her with a friend " he smiled.

"sure" replied shinso.

Izumi, as it is friday, had decided to go out with her friends after her extracurricular.

Even though they had accorded to not tell everyone about their familiar connection, it wasn't exactly a secret, as it was impossible to hide it from the green haired girl friends when they needed to come and drop her off, it had been a shock to all of them, they were specially, uncomfortable when they decided to have a sleep over at their house only to realize that it was their teachers house and that izumi yamazawa stands for yamada-aizawa.

So, not al lot of people knew, but they weren't trying to hide it either.

Taking a turn they come across the place she's coming out of dance class, waving goodbye to her teacher and other classmates.

The car stops infront of her and shinso goes wide eyed.

"hey pops! Hi dad" she smiles at the as she enters the car only to stop on her tracks at the sight of the unexpected passanger in the other side of the back seat.

She freezes as her forest color eyes widen as big as a deer in the headlight.

"hi" the lavander haired boy breathes, looking like he just saw a ghost.

"hi" responds the girl, her voice raising almost 8 octaves.

"izumi, this is shinso, he's the boy that's been training with your dad" the blonde explains.

"you fought him at the sports festival, you remember, right?" Shouta adds.

"No, yeah, I i remember him.." izumi and shinso exchange looks, eyes still widen in surprise.

Shinso must be surprised that the girl she fought was his teachers daughter all along, it does come as a shocker as there is no resembles between her and her dad.

"shinso, this is our daughter, izumi yamada-aizawa" says Shouta.

"I see.. it's nice to formally meet you" he offers his hand with a smirk as izumi gives him a weak smile as she shakes her hand which only makes him chuckle.

"I guess that makes sense, of course it was aizawa-sensei's daughter to beat me"

"wha- but, you did amazing! It doesn't matter who's daughter I am, you could've totally beat me"

Shinsou blushes at izumi's response.

"I'm just saying.. If hadn't know what your quirk was I would have totally lost" she shrugged.

"well, I mean- That just undermines your analityc skills, even if you hadn't been told what my quirk was before the battles started, you would've still figure it out"

Izumi looks at the lavander eyes staring deep into her, his compliment not going unnoticed, making her cheeks flush in pink.

"I know right! My little girl is so smart, did you know she has more than 12 notebooks on quirk analysis?" hizashi says excitedly "she has two of them dedicated to just us" he beams proudly with a smile.

"dad!" izumi reddens impossibly more and shinso smiles at the comment of the girl's energetic father, both haven forgotten that they were in the car with both teachers.

"what? It's cute" hizashi shrugs.

Shouta smiles a little when he sees the pout in izumi's face.

The car stops at a small coffee shop, it reads 'Ta-neko', through the windows you can see few people enjoying their coffee and pastries, a a cat sleeping in a counter where a woman is taking orders from customers.

"where here!"

"thanks for the ride, sensei"

"oh, no problem, we were going to drop off izumi with her friends anyways" hizashi smiles then looks at the green-haired girl "where did you say the place was, izumi?"

The two teens in the back share a look between them with startled faces.

"oh um.. A few blocks away actually!" she stutters.

"I can just walk from here, don't worry"

She grabs the handle of the door intending to get out and shinso shuffles to

go with her.

"are you sure? We can just take you there" Shouta glances at her.

"yeah, itsokeybyedadbyepopsloveyou"

"Okey, have fun hanging with the squad!" hizashi waves the two of them as they both get out the car.

While the drive back home Shouta thought about how weird izumi was acting during the whole ride, he wonders how she feels about the boy.

While he knows his daughter is not usually one to dislike people, he can't help but think that she was perhaps intimidated by being in a car with the person she fought in the sports festival.

It was a though match after all, not in the physical sense but in a mental way, even while knowing that shinsou's quirk needs a verbal response in order to activate, some of the things he said for him to get a response from izumi could have been a little harsh. It's not strange she feels a little uncomfortable around him.

Shinso has had a problem with how people persive his quirk as 'villainous', and though he can relate, he has developed a sort of inferiority complex due to this. He has tackled this problem with him in the time they've been training and he has honestly gotten better at not comparing himself and assuming things about other people who have more flashy quirks.

I'm sure they won't have any problems, but looking at how izumi reacted it's best to keep them apart in class. He's gonna have to change sits this Monday.

....

"so... Hanging out with the squad" the purple-haired boy grins.

"technically, we are" the greenette shrugged.

"just a little later" she smirks.

"sure"

....

God, he wished they would've just dropped her at the place and not let her walk to there, because now he doesn't know where she was or who gave izumi a bouquet of flowers that left her singing love song all day....

He opens the door to yet another song blasting in her pink stereo, violating his ear drums, izumi is walking around her room, in her pink flowered nightgown, tossing her head and swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song with phone in hand, no doubt texting her friends.

♫ I LIKE SHINY THINGS BUT I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS, UH-HUH THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING ♫

At his left he can see a vase of water with flowers in it, looking at it it's more clear that it's not a bouquet of flowers but more a mixture of plants with tiny little white and pink flowers likely ripped from someone's garden. It was kind of cute. But he still intended to ask who his daughter was hanging with.

[countlessrealities]

{ For context, just in case: related to this - ft @holoharbinger / @creationtainted }

It takes Vaggie a great deal of self-control not growl as she's faced with Alastor's condescending expression. It's impressive how he can convey his emotions, when he chooses to at least, despite the ever-present creepy as fuck grin on his face.

Or, at least, she would find it impressive if it wasn't annoying beyond reason.

"Let's skip over you judging me or whatever you're doing inside that head of yours and talk business. What you'll get out of the deal? You know that I know, so no need to go there. And, for the record, no, I won't make a deal with you in exchange. Maybe I'll owe you one, but I'm not formalising it."

It's bad enough that Charlie has done it to recruit Rosie's cannibals. The last thing she wants is to give the Radio Demon more power over them.

"Will you or won't you talk Adam into making a deal with you so he'll stay here permanently?"

Alastor tilts his head on one side, eyes never leaving her face. Unlike Vaggie, he seemed to be in no hurry to wrap that conversation up. When she approached him stating that he wanted to speak to him in private, he hadn't expected that this would be the subject of their talk. And yet, there they were, having tea together while discussing Adam, of all things.

How curious. Delightfully so.

"A formal deal? That hadn't even crossed my mind!" He claims with a laugh, eyes narrowing slightly. "I know exactly what you think of such affairs. Why would I ever waste my time trying to force one on you?" Unless she was that desperate, but this isn't the case. "I was merely wondering why you, of all people, are going to such lengths to secure a safe haven for Adam. One would expect you to wish the worst on him."

He takes a slow sip from his mug, purposefully dragging it on to get on her nerves.

"Do you have a secret soft spot for our newly fallen angel, my dear?"

"Hell no." Vaggie's answer is almost a little too quick, but she pretends not to have noticed. She already had to explain herself to Vox, she's not having that conversation with Alastor too. "I'm choosing the lesser evil. Either he's in here with us, getting his ego humbled, or he's out there, having all the reasons to stay his unbearable asshole self. I'm choosing the former, even if it means seeing him every day."

The Radio Demon's smirk subtly sharpens, but it's not lost on her. The motherfucker is laughing at her, but she won't give him the satisfaction of showing how much it gets on her nerves.

"So," she continues instead, "either you make a deal with Adam or you ask Vox out, so I can get our Flopmaster to join the crew. Your choice."

That second option leaves Alastor openly puzzled for a moment, before he manages to hide his confusion behind his usual façade. He's not easily caught off guard, but it seems like Vaggie is hellbent on surprising him today.

"Why would I do such a thing?" He asks, and the question is genuine, unlike most of the ones he voices. "And I don't see how it would help winning that little bet you made."

"Because he has that super weird crush on you, duh. You must know that." A pause. "...Right?"

Well, apparently he did not, and it's painfully obvious from the frozen expression on his face, like a deer caught in the headlights...as ironic as it is. A creepy, smiling deer, but one nonetheless.

"How are you friends with Rosie when you can't even tell...? Lord, he's the only one who cared that you were gone and knows exactly for how long. He even made a whole fucking TV broadcast about you coming back and..."

She's wasting her breath, isn't she?

"Never mind. Just...think about it and let me know, alright? The sooner, the better. It's a bit of a time-sensitive matter."

A long beat of silence passes between them, then Alastor speaks up once more, eyes glowing bright red.

"Of course, my dear Vaggie. I will give you an answer with haste. But you must allow me some time to mull it over. After all, you have given me plenty to consider."