Azir’s magic mystery (whump) show
So Xerath promised Azir never to tamper with his memories and let him hope and think freely.
Not that he’s free in any other way.
But there’s other ways he can torture him with magic and make his permanence there even more painful.
Sometimes it’s illusions. Azir would dive into the cave to fetch sandstone blocks for the temple and see things that aren’t there. They’re usually corpses, rotted and bloodied, and none of them is a new being: they all come from Xerath’s memories and the people he saw pass away before he even met Azir.
He held on to all of their faces.
Sometimes he sees dead birds, because Xerath is ironic. Other times it’s water rising, or spiders and bugs crawling around his body. There’s never a moment of peace for Azir, who focuses on work to keep his mind calmer. He’s not a scared cat, he’s been in battle, and after a while gore gets repetitive.
But one time, Xerath decides to pull out the hard ones.
Azir is in his cage, fettered and hooded and clamped, and he feels someone move around. Voices mutter to each other – voices he shouldn’t hear, because the hood should make him deaf.
Voices who shouldn’t be there at all, because…
“Father?” he mutters, whining in his binds. It’s not real, it’s another trick… but it’s as if they’re right there, looming over his misery and shaking their heads. He cannot see but he fathoms them.
“Look at you, Azir. How far you’ve fallen. The shame of the Omah”
No, Xerath… not this. Don’t you dare. But if they’re there, somehow, maybe brought back by the same magic that brought him… why don’t they help him? He’s their son, their devoted son… and an emperor should look for their own, regardless of…
Oh, Xerath… is this truly what I must pay?
His mother, visibly pregnant, shakes her head as she holds onto her husband. “I always knew he was a rotten egg. Look at him now… barely above a beast.”
“You’re a creature of no worth, Azir. Your existence stains our blood.”
“You should have died that night. Nobody would have wept for you. Not even Xerath… everybody hates you, because they see you for who you are.”
They’re right there, holding rods of gold not unlike Xerath. Hatred drips from their every word and Azir feels smaller and smaller next to them.
“No! Father, please! Mother! I’m sorry, I’m…” but what can he say – and why can he even speak if he’s gagged? – “…let me out and I’ll repay you. I can’t take it. I love you!”
“Look at Xerath, you wretch, ruin of Shurima and dent on our name. Look at Renekton, and Nasus, and us. Your love is worth nothing, everything concerning you is.”
“You brought us down, Azir. We should have killed you in the womb.”
“You’re nothing. Any worthy emperor would spit upon you.”
And their words rise and rise, as Azir’s pleas turn to screams – he can’t take it anymore, he’ll shatter, he’ll fracture into a thousand pieces and forget himself.
What is he, without his pride?
And then it goes back to silence, and Azir’s world is narrow and dark. He caught me again. I’ll weep for him as long as he wants me. And so he does, as those words seep into him like poison.
“Poor dear Azir”, Xerath comments. “I covered your eyes, but you see much clearer.”
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I've seen you mention that alastor would make little deer bleats in a few fics, do you have anything for the reader hearing him bleat for the first time, like reader said something flirty that caught him off guard or while petting his ears, alastor would definitely be the time to be like "what ever are you talking about dear, you're hearing things" and try to change the subject out of embarrassment
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I LOVE IT
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
TW: Suggestive, Explicit s e x towards the end
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Alastor makes deer noises, usually when he's pissed off or exerting some of his power
It's a very emotional and unintentional thing, something he normally can't help or hide
Usually, you can hear buck grunts, warning calls, though elk bugle sounds dominate most of the other noises he makes
You didn't even know he was capable of making softer sounds until you found out by accident
The two of you were alone, sharing a romantic moment with you in his lap and his hands caressing your body
You had pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath when his twitching ears suddenly got your attention
Not that Alastor minded, keeping his mouth busy with your neck and shoulder instead
As if you could ever pass up the opportunity to touch those fluffy ears...
You couldn't help but scratch and rub his furry ears, leaning into kiss one while giving it a playful nip
Only to be surprised by the soft bleat that escapes from Alastor and the way his entire body goes stiff out of embarrassment
"Alastor, did you just-"
"Would you look at the time?! I must go, darling! Things to do, people to see!"
Leaves you on the floor, on your back, and in shock
You try to bring it up to him later but that doesn't work-
"Alastor, about that sound you made..."
"Hm? Oh! I merely had to clear my throat! Not to worry, darling! It won't happen again."
"But I want it to."
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It becomes a game between you two, well...more of a game for you, Alastor has never been so nervous in his fucking life
You're on a mission to hear that adorable noise again by any means possible
He's eating breakfast?? You're leaning over him and kissing along his neck while pouring him tea
Which doesn't work, he just tilts his head and gives you a contented growl before continuing with his meal
He's taking a small break? Eyes closed and relaxed? You try going for his ears again, massaging them
That doesn't work either, instead he gives you a warm smile and pulls you down to lay with him
You try flirting with him, maybe you can say something sultry and catch him so off guard he makes that sound again?
Instead, you just get yourself into trouble because instead of something small and subtle you just drop a fucking bomb instead
You corner him and pin him to the wall, mustering up every bit of courage and control to push forward
"Do you believe dreams can come true? Because I dream of you cumming inside me."
WHAT THE FUCK Y/N WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT PICK UP LINE
Angel
Oh that makes sense
It doesn't work, instead Alastor gets a predatory look on his face and he's pulling you closer to him
"Luckily for you, my dear~ I happen to have a soft spot for dreamers such as yourself~"
Oh fuck
It actually does end up working in your favor, just not the way you thought it would
You don't even remember how you end up naked on your back, legs spread to accommodate Alastor between them
Both of you are close, having been at it for hours at this point, desperate ragged sounds coming from the two of you
Your nails are digging into his back, no doubt leaving nasty marks that he'll later tease you for
He has one clawed hand on your hip while the other grips and makes deep grooves into the headboard
You're nearly out of it, mind fizzy and hot with the feeling of being so full of Alastor's cock that you almost miss your chance
You know exactly how to get that sound out of him
Suddenly, your legs lock around him and you're tugging him down to you to give him a desperate steamy kiss
He's caught off guard and startled but eagerly reciprocates your actions, chasing a building orgasm between you both
He pulls away to growl and pant, head rolling back as his thrusts become sharp and erratic
You tug him back to you by his hair and suddenly give him a watery smile, barely able to hold on because you're so close
"A-Alastor...haa...I love you...~"
And that's what does it, his eyes widen in surprise as he suddenly releases inside you, letting out a pathetic sounding bleat
He's so mortified afterwards, burying his face in your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair. Both of you shuddering and trying to catch your breaths
"You...you are an evil evil person..."
You can't help but laugh and kiss his head, scratching around his antlers affectionately
"I love you too, Alastor~ Every part of you~"
This one got away from me...it's probably not what you asked for but... I hope you like it!!
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