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Virgil yawned, adjusting his arms under his head to be a little more supportive. He'd started just leaning on Roman's forearm, watching as the human scrolled through videos. But as time had passed he gradually made himself more comfortable, now laying on the soft surface, his legs splayed out, toes barely brushing the counter on either side.

It was neat to feel the subtle movement of the muscles in Roman's forearm as his fingers moved to scroll or type or just shift his hold on his phone. Though the human's body heat was getting to be a bit much. Any more laying here and Virgil would start drifting off in the warmth, despite the sounds of videos so close.

Huh. And now that he was looking, Roman's skin was a bit redder than usual. Was he overheating?

Virgil turned to look over his shoulder and nearly laughed. "Are you blushing?"

Judging on the flustered rush of offended sounds and the darker shade of Roman's cheeks, Virgil was correct.

"Well— You're just- Fully laying on me!" Roman managed.

Virgil shrugged with a smirk. "You're ridiculously comfortable, what can I say?"

Roman swallowed, looking away and chewing on his lip, face beet red.

Ugh, his joke didn't disperse the feelings. Virgil wasn't equipped to deal with feelings! He turned his face back towards the phone, so if he started to make any faces that showed feelings, at least Roman wouldn't be able to see it.

"I'm like a cat," Virgil stated. "Now that I'm laying on you, you're forbidden from moving. Have to do whatever I want."

There was a soft amused snort from Roman, and Virgil grinned, pleased to have lightened the situation again. "Now scroll, this one has looped like three times already."

"Oh sure, and shall I get you get you anything else, your majesty?" Roman snarked back.

Virgil settled in as Roman's thumb swiped the video away. "I wouldn't protest a snack in a bit."

"You never protest a snack," Roman said, poking Virgil's shoulder with a finger.

Virgil turned his head just enough for Roman to see him stick his tongue out at him.

This was nice. Just this.

He'd already come so far to trust Roman this much. Feelings could just wait until Virgil was good and ready to acknowledge them.

Prompt List

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DAMN wrapped around readers finger and is FIIIIIIIINE with it!!

may I please request a human alastor x sweet chubby reader were the reader is self conscious about her body but alastor tells her how he really feels and how he secretly likes bigger women they soon get married and reunite in hell were everyone in the hotel finds out that alastor has a wife

Alastor x Chubby! Reader

Notes: Thank you for the ask! 💕✨

The warm glow of the radio studio bathed your face in amber as you stood in the corner, watching him again—Alastor, the radiant star of New Orleans. He always had an old-fashioned elegance to him: suspenders neat, smile charming, and eyes far too sharp for someone who claimed to be harmless.

You liked to help out behind the scenes, fetching coffee or scribbling script notes. But today, he noticed how you lingered by the wall.

“Ah, there you are, mon chéri,” Alastor chirped, striding over with a grin that crinkled his eyes. “Why so quiet today?”

You gave a small smile, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Oh… nothing, I guess. Just tired.”

He tilted his head, catching the deflection instantly. “Hmm. Untruths don’t suit you.” His tone softened. “Tell me.”

You bit your lip, averting your gaze. “I just... don't understand how someone like you can stand being around someone like me.”

He blinked. “Someone like you?”

“I’m not... beautiful. Not like the girls always hanging around here. I'm too soft, too round, I—” You looked down, cheeks burning. “It’s silly. I’m sorry.”

A strange silence filled the room.

Then—

“May I speak freely, my dear?” His voice, for once, was gentle. “I've kept this under my hat for too long.”

You looked up, surprised. Alastor stepped closer, his gloved hands twitching nervously for the first time.

“I like soft,” he said honestly. “I like the way your arms feel when I hug you. I like the way your cheeks puff when you smile, and the way your hips sway when you walk. I like how you hold warmth like a hearth in winter. I've never understood why people treat softness as a flaw.”

You blinked fast. “You… really feel that way?”

“I don’t lie, sweetheart. It’s beneath me.”

You let out a teary laugh, and he smiled wide. “There it is. That smile. Makes me feel like I've won a prize.”

You married Alastor in a modest ceremony weeks later. His hands trembled as he slid the ring on your finger. “I’m not a good man,” he warned softly that night.

You smiled teasingly, tilting your head upwards. "You're not getting out of this either way."

You stayed by his side, even when strange absences and darker rumours started to whisper around town. You never asked where he went on long nights. He always came back—blood under his nails sometimes, but his smile saved for you.

You didn't manage to get any answers from him; he was too expert to diverting, and he was always so attentive when he returned home that you would let it go always.

And then, one day, he didn’t come back.

The reports were grim: Alastor, dead shot after being chased by police dogs. No leads. No goodbyes.

*

Hell was overwhelming—flames, noise, sin in the air like perfume.

You weren’t a violent soul, and couldn't find a possible explanation for your soul to be sent to hell. Sure, you weren't that religious, but does that damn you here?

You wandered for months. Until one day… you found it. The hotel. A strange place, promising redemption.

The moment you stepped inside, everything stopped. And then, across the grand lobby, you heard that laugh.

It couldn’t be.

You turned. He stood by the low light, suit immaculate, eyes glowing red and wide in disbelief. The Radio Demon himself… frozen.

“…Sweetheart?” He could recognize you anywhere, in any form.

You ran to him. He caught you in his arms. Gloved hands cupped your face, as if afraid you’d vanish. “You’re here,” he whispered.

“I’m here.”

He kissed you hard, breathless and real, as the others in the hotel gawked.

Charlie gasped. “Alastor has a wife?!”

Angel Dust practically fell off the couch. “THE Radio Demon is married?!”

Vaggie just stared. “He’s capable of love?!”

But Alastor paid them no mind. He spun you around in a dramatic waltz, laughing giddily.

“Its as if time had stopped, and now that you're here...I feel alive again, chérie.”

You smiled, holding his lapels. “So… you’re some sort of overlord now?”

“Oh, the usual murder, madness, and mayhem,” he said with a wink. “But I’ve missed my favourite pastime: being yours.”

*

Charlie was doing her best. Really. But nothing prepared her for the walking nightmare that was your husband, Alastor the Radio Demon, currently looming over a terrified, twitchy sinner near the front desk.

Charlie winced. “Alastor, could you please not traumatize the new guests? We’re trying to rehabilitate, not harass.”

Alastor’s only response was to flicker his radio dial and growl a string of garbled jazz static, his antlers crackling.

Charlie looked around, desperate. Her eyes found you, sitting comfortably on the lobby couch with a book in your lap and a slice of cake next to you.

She practically begged with her eyes: “Help me.”

You sighed with a fond smile and closed your book, not even raising your voice.

“Darling?” you called sweetly. “Could you come here a sec? I need something.”

Alastor froze mid-hover, ears perking sharply like a startled deer. His head whipped toward you with sudden attention.

“Yes, my love!” he chirped.

In the blink of an eye, the shadows dropped, the green glow vanished, and he was beside you, kneeling slightly with clasped hands. “What do you need, mon amour? Tea? Someone eliminated?”

Charlie stared. The feathered sinner stared.

You smiled as you handed him a spoon. “I just needed you to get me another bite of cake, handsome.”

Alastor’s eyes sparkled. “Ah, the most noble of quests! Your wish is my command!”

He practically skipped off to the kitchen like he hadn’t just been seconds away from breaking a sinner.

Charlie exhaled in disbelief. You leaned back on the couch, sipping your tea with a grin as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

Vaggie narrowed her eyes. “That was disturbing.”

“Disturbingly whipped,” Angel muttered under his breath.

When Alastor returned, balancing a fresh slice of cake on a tray with a flourish, he bowed before you like a waiter at a five-star restaurant. “For madame, only the finest baked delight Hell can offer!”

You gave him a peck on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the hotel staff exchanged stunned looks.

Charlie whispered, “Okay... she might be the only person who can actually control him.”

And from where he rested, eyes soft only for you, Alastor smirked. “Control me? Nonsense. I simply listen to the only voice that matters.”

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Omg please watch this is AWESOME

Remember to read the warnings at the start!!

This is a fan animation about Alastor made by me, it already have the permission from OR3O to use the song for it, hope you enjoy it! Thank you!

director & Animated by KUWACHA Composition & Music by OR3O

Vocals & sing by Caleb Hyles

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AWWWWWW HES PAPA!!!!

Deer Demon Child Headcanons

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor & Child Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ protective Alastor, gn child reader, Disney mention, Brothers Grimm mention, cussing. ⚠

"Good morning my little royal/prince/princess!", Alastor greets you in the morning.

He's set up a nice little place for you in his room, something he conjured up but you picked out everything that was your favorite.

Originally, you were supposed to have a whole hotel room to yourself but Vaggie had said it would be safer with him. Which wasn't wrong. No stranger would dare enter his room unless they wanted to die a second death.

So, with a cozy nest (bed, it's a bed) and willow leaves acting as canopy curtains, you had a place of your own.

One day you ask him for books while eating breakfast with the hazbin crew and they all suggest fairy tales, Disney books that are very fanciful, and more.

He gets a range of books for you and suggests reading one story from each to see which ones you like more.

They watch and read along with you, Charlie picking out some with bright covers.

However, you end up picking out a book he recognizes. The Brothers Grimm fairy tales.

"Oh, uh. That one's a little scary, don't you think?" Charlie says and lifts up one of the books she picked. "Why not this one? It's got really nice pictures!"

"But I like this one..", you pout and hold the book closer. "It has a lot of stories in it, not just one."

Alastor smiles and pats your head. "Whatever pleases you my little fawn! Might I suggest one?", he says and hands you another book. "It has poems and short stories."

"That's fucking Edgar Allen Poe!", Vaggie says. "Why are you giving them that book?"

"Just a suggestion. If they don't like it, they can always get rid of it.", he counters and snaps a paper into existence. "If anyone else has suggestions for them, write it down."

You have your own little bookshelf of your favorites by the end of the month.

Then there is the day when Lucifer comes over.

"And these are our hotel residents!", Charlie says and begins introducing everyone. "Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and-", she looks around for you, noticing you're hiding behind her. "Oh, there you are."

Lucifer finds you adorable.

"Why, hello there!", the King says and kneels down to meet your gaze. "I'm Lucifer, and you?"

You mumble out your name and hide a little more behind Charlie.

Then Alastor shows up soon after.

"I'm Alastor! The Radio Demon. I'm sure you've heard of me from my broadcasts.", he says grinning down at the King. "You're much shorter in real life."

"Never heard of you."

The two butt heads with sarcasm, insults, and Alastor covers your ears as he curses at the short King.

"Haha! Fuck you."

"O-K!", Charlie quickly pushes the two away from each other. "Let's get back on with the tour.", she guides her Dad away quickly.

Alastor pats your head before lifting you up, resting you on his hip for a moment to adjust you in his hold.

"Were you two fighting?", you ask.

"Oh no, we just had a small disagreement my deer.", he says and boops your nose. "Let's join Charlie on the tour, yes?"

You nod and snuggle into his chest.

With a gentle smile and a wave of his hand, he poofs your stuffed voodoo doll in his hold before giving it to you.

"Ok, why is no one else concerned about this?", Lucifer gestures to Alastor and you.

Vaggie speaks up. "Alastor is their main caretaker, and he does a surprisingly good job. The little one hasn't made any complaints about him."

The King "sneakily" hands a note to you, and Alastor looks at the paper confused.

You unfold it and end up reading it out loud. "Blink twice if you need help-"

"Oh for goodness sake-!", Alastor holds his hand out for the note.

You give it to him and watch as he burns it in a green flame.

"Let's get on with the tour already, we are wasting time here."

Then a flapper barges into the hotel singing and Alastor tells you to stay away from her.

"She may be a friend, but she is a reckless one. Mimzy won't care if you get hurt. Stay clear of her, understand?"

"I understand.", you nod.

After leaving Mimzy at the bar, Alastor hands you off to Vaggie when Husk stops the deer to talk.

Lucifer asks why you're in the "red place" and Charlie pulls him away to talk.

Vaggie continues walking with you in her arms and pats your head. "So.. Do you like your books?"

"I love them!"

"Really? Which one is your favorite of favorites?"

You excitedly told her your favorite.

Charlie and Lucifer return with small smiles.

When you are all on the balcony, and the conversation turns more serious, the hotel suddenly shakes.

Vaggie holds you tight as she runs down and gets her spear. She passes you along to the King.

"Uh.., hi.", the blonde man says awkwardly, holding you at a distance. "Let me just..", he adjusts his hold on you and now carries you like a football on his hip. "Yeah, that's fine."

The King walks over towards the bar and tells you to hide under the counter before going to the front door near Charlie.

It's loud outside.

You sit on the floor and wait. Things somewhat calm and then you hear Alastor do his radio noises.

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"I gave them to Lucifer.", Vaggie says.

"I put them behind the bar counter.", the King replies.

Alastor walks around and finds you hiding under one of the corner shelves and picks you up. Mumbling about how dusty your clothes are and brushing off the dust bunnies from your clothes.

"None of you lot know how to take care of children.", the deer grumbles.

Alastor and Lucifer end up arguing about who is a better caretaker. Then you're surrounded by stuffed toys, blankets, books, clothes, and games.

Charlie finally has enough and scolds the two for messing up her lobby.

You do get to keep some things but most of it is poofed away.

Lucifer gives you a duck before leaving.

At the end of the day everyone is in the dining room. You are sleepy and finish what you could of dinner before placing your utensil down.

The Radio Demon notices and stands up, going over to take your plate.

You hold your arms up at him as soon as he is within reach. He chuckles and picks you up. You quickly get comfortable as he holds you close.

"Niffty, be a dear and take care of the clean up."

"Ok!", the little bug demon says and scurries around the room, cleaning up.

Walking back to the hotel room, Alastor speaks up. "Did you enjoy today my little deer? I hope you ignored that silly stuff the small man was saying. He doesn't know anything."

You yawn and sleepily rub your eye. "Hm? About what?"

"The King, dear. Nevermind, it's alright. He just wanted to feel better about himself.", the deer demon rolls his eyes. "I'm obviously far more skilled than he is."

"It's ok. I know you are a good Papa..", you nod off to sleep.

Alastor stands in the middle of the hallway, shocked.

He gently pats your head before continuing to the room. Once he gets to your little nest, he sets you down, taking off anything that might hurt you in your sleep or cut off blood flow, and tucks you into bed.

"Good night my little royal/princess/prince.", he whispers softly and pecks your forehead.

Finally got this done! Yay. I wanna take a nap now.

~Seline, the person.

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O.O yis

Don't Touch What's Mine

Hell was never quiet, but tonight felt off.

The streets hissed with distant laughter and flickering neon, but your instincts kept screaming something was wrong. You walked a little faster, boots clicking over cracked pavement, one hand clutching the inside of your coat where your dagger rested—his dagger. A gift from Alastor, your eccentric but fiercely protective lover.

He was supposed to meet you by now. He always kept time like a symphony—perfectly punctual. But something had delayed him.

You turned down a side alley, hoping to cut through quicker—

—and that's when it struck.

A shriek and a blur. A hulking demon leapt from the shadows, claws flashing. You barely had time to scream as it slammed you into the wall. Pain exploded in your side; blood splashed down your shirt.

“Such a pretty thing,” it growled, licking its teeth. “Bet you taste just as sweet.”

You gasped, your vision swimming—but then the air changed.

Everything froze.

A sudden burst of static screamed through the air, warping reality around you. The temperature dropped like a body into ice water. Even the demon faltered, growling and backing away.

The hum grew louder.

And then… he appeared.

Not walking. Not striding. Tearing into existence.

Alastor.

But not as you usually saw him.

He wasn’t smiling.

No devilish grin, no twinkle of amusement. Just rage—raw, pulsing, dangerous. His eyes glowed a deep, infernal red, wide with fury. His antlers crackled with dark energy, twisting like thorns. Shadows slithered off him in waves as the full force of his demon form unfolded.

The alley flickered like an old television screen.

The demon took one look and ran.

Too late.

“DON’T—TOUCH—HER!”

Alastor's voice split through dimensions, distorted with multiple tones and radio static that cracked bone and ruptured air. The demon didn’t make it far before the shadows surged from Alastor’s coat like a wave, engulfing it.

There was screaming—then silence.

Just the low, familiar hum of his radio.

You slumped to your knees, breath shallow, head spinning.

Then arms—strong—wrapped around you.

“Shh, my darling. I’ve got you now,” he whispered, voice still flickering with residual distortion. His form was still monstrous: taller, darker, soaked in shadow. But his touch was heartbreakingly gentle.

You weakly smiled, pressing your forehead to his chest. “You came. Just in time.”

His arms tightened, his monstrous frame curling around you protectively. You felt his claws twitch where they hovered behind your back, like he was still holding himself back from going after whatever might still be lurking.

“I felt it,” he whispered, almost to himself. “The moment your blood was spilled… I’ve never known rage like that."

Your fingers brushed his face—his skin was colder, static still rippling beneath it—but he leaned into your touch. The monster beneath the showman, laid bare only for you.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You scared the hell out of me... but not because of your form.”

He blinked down at you, surprised.

“It scared me because I thought I might never see you again.”

His face shifted—his smile returning, this time smaller, real.

“My dear, if anything ever tried to take you from me, they’d be tuning into oblivion.”

You laughed weakly, and he gently picked you up into his arms like you weighed nothing. The alley flickered again—then fell into stillness, wrapped in the echo of a demon’s love.

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Aww 🥰🫠

after a long day

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CUTE AS FUCK

Soft on the Dial

The doors to the lounge creaked open with that familiar haunted hum, and you stepped in alongside Alastor, your hand tucked gently in the crook of his arm. His grin was, as always, sharp and ever-present, but there was something distinctly warmer about it today. He was… proud. Excited. And maybe, just maybe, a little nervous.

“Darling,” he purred, voice laced with showman charm, “today is a special day! I get the exquisite pleasure of introducing you to one of my oldest acquaintances!”

You raised a brow, intrigued. Alastor didn’t often talk about his personal connections, let alone introduce you to them.

“Oh, uh, are you certain they’ll like me?” you asked, your voice just low enough for only him to hear over the lazy trumpet playing in the background.

Alastor looked at you sidelong, eyes glowing a little brighter.

“My dear, Rosie will adore you. How could she not? You're delightful.” His grin widened.

Turning a corner in the lounge, you saw a woman seated at a lavish chaise surrounded by glowing gramophones and strings of pearls hanging like curtains. Rosie.

She turned at the sound of footsteps, her feathered hat tilting just so, an elegant cigarette holder perched between her fingers. She had an aura of regal mischief, as if she'd just stepped out of a noir film and was fully aware of it.

“Well, well,” she purred, eyes landing on you. “This must be the little sweetheart you’ve been blathering on about, Alastor.” Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Come here, sugar. Let me get a look at you.”

You blinked, surprised by how quickly she glided over, her perfume vintage and powdery. Her gloved hands gently took yours, and she looked you over from head to toe—though not unkindly. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she beamed.

“Oh, darling, you’re precious! Absolutely adorable! I can’t believe this man actually managed to land someone with taste.” She gave Alastor a mock scandalized glance. “I always assumed he’d end up marrying a jukebox or a taxidermy raccoon.”

Rosie leaned in closer to you, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “He never introduces anyone to me. You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

She swatted your arm playfully and turned to look at both of you again, “He’s got good taste for once in his undead life. You’re lovely. Keep him in line, will you?”

“I do my best,” you replied with a smile, feeling the warmth of Alastor’s hand still pressed against you.

Alastor leaned down to murmur in your ear, “See? I told you she’d like you.”

And as Rosie poured drinks and started telling stories of their chaotic exploits from decades past, you relaxed into the evening, Alastor’s fingers laced with yours the entire time.

...

The night had settled into a rhythm—Rosie spinning tales in her theatrical drawl, you sipping from a crystal glass filled with something that tasted suspiciously like absinthe and nostalgia, and Alastor lounging beside you, arm casually draped across the back of the velvet couch.

You’d never seen him this… relaxed. He was still his animated self, of course—full of smiles, gestures, the occasional laugh that crackled with faint radio static—but there was a comfort to him here, like he had let go of one of his ever-present masks. Just a little.

Rosie took notice.

Oh, look at him,” she said suddenly, pausing mid-story. She waved her cigarette holder in your direction, her voice thick with amused affection. “Leaning back like a cat in a sunbeam. Just look at that smug face.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “You’ve always been dramatic, Rosie. Even more than me.”

“Dramatic?” she gasped, clutching her pearls like it was a stage cue. “Please! I’m not the one who’s practically purring just because his sweetheart smiled at him.”

You giggled, trying to hide it behind your glass.

Alastor’s red eyes slid toward you, gleaming.

Rosie barked a laugh. “He used to talk about eating souls like they were pastries. Now he’s over here making heart eyes and behaving like a gentleman.” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her gloved hand. “You’ve turned him soft, darling. He used to terrify people.”

“I still do,” Alastor said smoothly, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

“Not when you’re looking at her like that,” Rosie sing-songed.

He cleared his throat, clearly caught—but not ashamed in the slightest. “Being fond of someone doesn’t make me soft, Rosie. It just means I’m smart enough to appreciate excellence when I see it.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling whipped now?” she quipped, delighted.

You turned to Alastor with a smirk of your own. “So... you’re not soft?”

He looked at you, and for a moment the playful static of his energy stilled—just a flicker. He leaned in slightly, voice lower, warm like a vinyl record’s hum.

“For you?” he said. “Perhaps just a little.”

Rosie groaned dramatically and flopped back into the cushions. “Ugh. Disgusting. I love it.”

You laughed, and Alastor returned to his wineglass, smug and unbothered—though the tips of his ears were undeniably red.

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"Treasure Planet" reference

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I got to meet Brandon Rogers at Oz Comicon!!!!!!!!

Omfg that guy is so nice in person, but also just as funny in person. He was just as annoyed as us that the Meet and Greet was at 10am 😅 Too early

I got a photo and an autograph, but best of all, my brother also got to meet him and it was so nice to see him smile so much ^-^ He had the tism so at times, it was hard to tell how he was, but that smile never left his face during our Brandon moments

Love that guy. Hope he manages to have a chill day at some point because he sounds so busy every day