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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 6

summary: I was screaming now, How could he do this to me? We had talked for months on end, he knew so much about me, and he wasn’t going to protect me now that I was here with him? Who the actual fuck does he think he is?

word count: 1020

warnings: none

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Chapter Six: begging

“Yes! Yes, Alastor! It’s me! Thank God it’s you!” I was on the verge of tears, I had never been happier to see someone I had never met before. He immediately reached out and grabbed my face, like he was looking for any injuries.

“What the fuck are you doing here, my girl?” His smile never fell but the genuine concern in his voice was evident. “You shouldn’t be down here,” his hands were still searching all over my face for any sign of harm. I had just noticed that his voice sounded the same as it did over the radio, excluding his most recent question.

“Well, whatever 's done is done. Can I come in?” I asked rather impatiently. He grabbed hand quickly and dragged me into the tower behind him. We made our way to his couch and he sat me down on one end and he took the seat on the other. He was looking at me in such a calculating way it sent a shiver down my spine. He gestured to me in a way I assumed meant he wanted to know how I got here. “You weren’t answering, first of all,” I glared at him, and he seemed completely unbothered as his smile didn’t move an inch, “I needed to distract myself so I was on my way to get a coffee, then there was a car,” his eye seemed to twitch when I mentioned this, “then I was lying on the ground, and now I’m here.”

“You were killed?” I’m not sure why this seemed to anger him, but I would think about that another time..

“Yeah, Alastor, that doesn’t matter.” He was focusing on the wrong thing, “Last time we spoke, you said you would protect me even if you didn’t own my soul, and now here I am in hell and you don't own my soul,” I was banking on his feeling for me, I didn’t know how strong they were, “will you?” I would get down on my knees and beg for him to say yes.

“Heat of the moment darling, you cannot intend to hold that against me~” I felt my whole world collapsing around me. This is not what I thought he would say, I had been dreaming of this moment. He would apologize to me, but I should have known better.

“Wait, no, Alastor, please. You can’t do this to me,” the tears began to well in my eyes, “you said you care about me!” I was screaming now, How could he do this to me? We had talked for months on end, he knew so much about me, and he wasn’t going to protect me now that I was here with him? Who the actual fuck does he think he is? Overlord or not he wasn’t about to bullshit me like this. “Fuck you Alastor,” The sound I made come out far too close to an actual hiss, I’ll think about that more later. Everyone I had seen in hell so far had some sort of animalistic quality, and the antlers and ears on Alastor’s head clearly labeled him as some sort of deer based demon.

His pupils turned into the dials on a radio and they became a brighter shade of red than they were before, “Sweetheart, there’s no need for you to raise your voice.” His voice was louder than I ever heard it, the static surrounding him is ear piercing. The stare I was getting was snuffing out the fire that had just been lit. He’d always had this ability to immediately pacify me. But, it wasn’t like I didn’t want to. I was upset, yes, but I was still desperate for his protection. I would do anything for it at this point, and from the look in his eye I could tell he knew it too.

“Alastor, please. I don’t even care if you were lying when you said you cared about me, even though I don’t think you were,” he looked unhappy that I was saying he lied, “I know that I wasn’t. I care about you a lot, I know I only know you by your voice but I care about you as much as I have the capacity to. So, please just fucking help me.” Like I’ve said before I wasn’t above begging. I knew he wasn’t lying about caring about me, with the way he reacted afterwards. He was a man after all, what more could I expect.

“Hmm, I don’t know dear, my protection is quite invaluable,” he was toying with me. He was enjoying seeing me beg for this.

“Alastor, I need you.” I said it as forcefully as I possibly could. His grin turned from his resting one to one that seemed more sinister than anything else. However, it didn’t scare me, like I assumed most of the people who got this smile were. I was really looking at him in the moment, and boy was he handsome. His hair looked soft and his strong features were drawing me in, and I was afraid I could look at him all day. Slowly he arose from his spot on the couch, and with a couple strides he stood in front of me. He brought his right hand to squeeze my cheeks together. The longer I looked into his eyes the more I felt like I was being hypnotized. I’m wondering how much worse these feelings were going to get now that he was physically towering over me.

“My sweet doe, if anyone here even thought about causing harm to you they wouldn't live to breathe another breath,” my heart was beating so fast I was afraid I was going to die (again). All I wanted was for him to give me something, the smallest crumb would do, but I needed to feel some sort of reciprocation from this demon, because I knew he had it in him. “I may not own your soul, doll, but make no mistake,” he jerked my face closer to his, we had never been this close before, and I could almost feel my own pupils dilate, “you are mine.”

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deadpoolsoci3ty · 2 months

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so you're the a masterlist

hey besties here the master list ! mwah

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 5

summary: I just wanted him to tell me we were okay. Was it over? Just like that? Would I ever get to hear from him again?

word count: 1211

warnings: none

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(a/n this is all i have for now but ill post another chapter soon)

Chapter Five: out of breath

It has been three days since I talked to Alastor. Every day I’ve tried to contact him and he won’t answer. I didn’t even do anything wrong, he was the one who decided to confess his feelings, and now he’s ignoring me? That’s fucking unfair. He makes me fall for him and he runs away. I grabbed the radio for the second time today. “Alastor, please…” I just wanted him to tell me we were okay. Was it over? Just like that? Would I ever get to hear from him again? I had never been upset at him before, but at this moment I wanted to strangle him. I waited for a few minutes to see if he would come, but he didn’t.

I knew that I needed to do something to get my mind off of Alastor and whatever he was doing. I decided to get changed into outside clothes and take a walk to the Dunkin’ Donuts near my apartment to get a drink. I grab my headphones and my coat before I make my way out of the door. It was still chilly here in Chicago and the wind was blowing my scarf away from my neck. I was trying to fix it as I crossed the intersection. I didn’t even see the car coming, but I definitely felt the impact.

The car ran a stop sign. I had barely left my house. When it hit me it was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced, but now as I’m lying on the street looking up at the sky I can’t feel any of that pain anymore. I’m sure that I’m dying, and all I can think about is that I never made a deal with Alastor. What was going to happen to me now? Am I going to end up in hell? Would I ever be able to find him? A group of pedestrians surrounded my soon-to-be lifeless body, several of them were on the phone, and I could only assume they were calling 911. I knew that I wasn’t going to survive this, breathing was too hard, I could feel the coolness of my blood beneath me, and I knew in my bones that my life was over. It was finally setting in as tears welled in my eyes, I had so much I wanted to do. I had plans to go to graduate school, move to New York and work in publishing. Now, I’m dying and I get to do none of that. All my friends here are going to lose me and I’m going to lose them. What about my parents? They live so far away, and they’re about to find out that I’m dead. My poor mother. I remember hearing the sirens, but they weren’t very close before I was gone.

It was quiet for a few moments, and dark, like I was floating in a vacuum. Then it felt like I was awaking from a deep sleep, I began to feel the ground beneath me. It wasn’t the rough pavement I was on before, but now it felt more like dirt. I slowly opened my eyes and started to look around, everything was covered in some sort of maroon haze. I looked down at my hands and they’re pointer than they used to be. My skin is now a light greyish, but I still have the same hair. I run my tongue over my teeth and they’re sharper as well. The city surrounding me didn’t look much different than most cities I had seen in my life, but I could hear screams echoing all around me. I gathered myself and gently stood up. This definitely wasn’t heaven, which could only mean that I had ended up in hell. Once I had gotten to my feet I started stumbling around trying to find my balance, and when I did I started walking. I found my way to the side of a building so I could lean on it. I was trying to keep my cool because if I didn’t I’m sure I would join the chorus of screams around me. I took a deep breath and found the street in front of the building, and I’m sure everyone around me could see the visible confusion painted all over my face. There were shops and restaurants lining the streets and the people that lived here seemed like they were happily living their lives. I looked over the roofs towards the skyline where there was a large clock in the center of the city. It was too far away for me to be able to read what it said.

Once I got a grasp on my bearings there was only one thing I could think about, how was I going to find Alastor. Looking over the buildings once again and I see a shabby looking shack with an unlight sign but I can see that and it says ‘on air’. If Alastor was going to be anywhere it would be there. I slowly but surely make my way to the tower, and before I walk my ass up to the door and knock on it I take another deep breath. I had never seen Alastor before, the only thing I knew about him physically was what his voice sounded like and it was enough for me to feel the way I do, so I’m not sure what he looks like will affect how I feel about him. Forcing my legs one after another to make my way to the door, and knock on it. I wait for a beat before knocking again, making sure whoever is in there definitely heard me. My hands were shaking and I was beginning to lose my courage, but I heard footsteps making their way towards the door. This was it, the last moments before I (hopefully) came face to face with Alastor. The footsteps were getting close. What if I just walked away? He had done it to me. I saw the door knob turn. I’m about to shit my pants, I’ve never been this anxious before. The door swung open, and I saw a tall man with large red ears atop his head accompanied by shoulder length cherry red hair. The blazer he was wearing was well tailored, but it had tears and holes in it. He carried with him a staff that looked like some sort of microphone. The demon spoke, “Hello!~ Alastor…” I know he continued to speak because I could see his mouth moving but once I heard that name my ears started ringing so loudly that was the only thing I could hear, I was hyperventilating and just couldn’t seem to catch my breath. He seemed to recognize what was happening with me and snapped his fingers in front of my face, “Dear, I don’t enjoy being interrupted or ignored. I asked what you are doing at my front door?” My first thought was how upset I was that I wasn’t the only person he uses pet names with. Whatever, that's a different conversation.

“Alastor, it’s me!” I couldn’t think of another way to make him realize who I was.

“I do not know yo-” he cut himself off a moment after he started speaking, “Sweetheart?”

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 4

summary: “Not answering my question will definitely upset me more. Alastor, I haven't asked you this question yet because I wasn’t ready to hear the answer, but I am now. So, please tell me.” I didn’t want to seem weak, but I also didn’t want him to give me a chance to second guess myself

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Chapter Four: would you?

Alastor and I have finished reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, and a few days ago began reading Pride and Prejudice. I had learned that Alastor had read this novel before, and his favorite character is Mr. Bingley. This, unfortunately, did not make me like him less, it had quite the opposite effect.

Alastor felt like a friend at this point, no longer just a scary voice over a radio. I know that sounds crazy and he’s a demon and all, but he is one of the few constants in my life. He listens to me talk about the books I read to him, and he seems genuinely interested. Today, I had decided I was going to ask him what Hell is like. I had been holding off from asking this question for months because I needed to know I could trust him, well as much as you could trust someone like Alastor. While I'm sure he still wants my soul I don’t think he would lie to me.

I decided to sleep in so I would feel as calm as I could because I was scared of what he was going to tell me. A fear of hell had been instilled in me since I could understand words. I knew that if hell existed it had to be bad. That was the whole point of it, right? To punish sinners, and I wasn’t perfect. So, I made my way to the radio and brought it with me to the couch. Turning the dials and knobs until I found his station with the static I had become accustomed to. “Hello, Alastor,~” I had slowly but surely begun to flirt back with him. We were never vulgar but the way we spoke to each other was definitely not platonic.

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve been waiting to talk to you. I’ve missed your melodic voice,” this man (demon) knew exactly how to butter me up.

“Missed you too,” I replied sweetly.

“Ask away, dear.”

“Okay, this is a big question, Alastor. I want you to be completely honest with me,” Once I asked this question there was no going back. I had spent my whole life wondering what hell is like, and I was about to find out. “What is hell like?” There was a pregnant pause after the question left my mouth.

“Well, dear, it’s not a pleasant place. Violent, it’s had to describe, love,” if he could be caught off guard I think this might have done it. “Are you scared of it?”

“Yes,“ I was quick to answer, “my whole life really.”

“I’m sorry dear,” he seemed genuinely apologetic.

“Are there a lot of people there? Like do most people end up there?” I had a feeling a very few margin of people were perfect enough to end up in heaven. He paused again, and now I was afraid he didn’t want to tell me.

“Darling, I don’t want upset you,”

“Not answering my question will definitely upset me more. Alastor, I haven't asked you this question yet because I wasn’t ready to hear the answer, but I am now. So, please tell me.” I didn’t want to seem weak, but I also didn’t want him to give me a chance to second guess myself.

“Yes, sweetheart, most people come here after their deaths. It takes very little to get into hell and a whole lot to get into heaven. Hell has been overpopulated since its creation. I’ve met many sinners that really didn’t deserve to be here.” This is the answer I expected, but it was still devastating to hear.

“Alastor, I’m scared I’m going to end up there,” I desperately wanted him to comfort me.

“Darling, there is no doubt in my mind that you would be fine if you somehow ended up here.” It seemed like he wasn’t quite used to offering comfort to others, but he was doing a decent job. “It’s not much different than the human world, people just don’t hide the evil aspects of themselves anymore.” I pause because it’s his turn to ask a question, and I also didn’t know what to say in response to that, “Do you think I would let anything happen to you?”

“Would you?”

“I hope you don’t want to count this as one of your questions, after all this time are you not sure of my affection for you?” Of course we had been exchanging flirty remarks for the past couple months, but to hear him admit to it out loud like this, was something I was not expecting. In the back of my mind I had been afraid he didn’t actually care about me. That this was all some game to him, but here he was telling me that it wasn’t. He had some sort of adoration for me, whatever much he could give me. I was willing to take whatever he could. “If you found yourself here after your death, nothing could stop me from shielding you from all the horrors in hell. I’ve grown quite attached to you, doll, I wouldn’t want you anywhere but by my side.” I was entirely speechless. He was telling me everything I had ever wanted to hear from someone I have feelings for.

“Alastor, I want to make a deal with you,” I can’t believe I was doing this, “I want to think about it a little more, but you should know I want to.”

“That would be delightful dear, but only if you truly want to. I don’t have a need for a soul that doesn’t need something in return,” I was not expecting him to try and talk me out of it.

“Like I said, I still need to think about it some more. Why don’t we start reading?” I suggested.

“It would be a pleasure, sweets,” I opened up my copy of Pride and Prejudice and got to reading. Normally as we read Alastor would make comments about what’s happening in the book, but he was silent until after I finished the chapter. Out of nowhere like it had been on his mind since we stopped asking our questions he said, “I would protect you even if I didn’t own your soul.” He didn’t give me a moment to respond before he was gone.

“Alastor?” I raised my voice towards the radio, he can’t just say that and leave, “come back!” I cried. I needed to know more. He cared enough about me to offer me protection without anything in return. He left in such a rush it made it seem like he was uncomfortable with what he had said. I could imagine he hadn’t offered this to someone before, and I wanted what he offered so bad. Hell was much less scary when I thought about Alastor at my side for eternity.

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 3

summary: Before I open my mouth to speak I know my voice will be shaky because as much as I don’t want to admit it, I was scared of him right now. “Death,” I said quickly, I wanted to get it over with.

“Delicious,” it didn’t even sound like a word more of a growl.

“Alalstor, I only tell you that because I don’t want to lie to you. Please don't use that against me,” I felt like I was already begging for my life even though he was just a voice inside the radio. But something in my gut told me that if Alastor really wanted to, he could take it from me.

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(a/n i feel like y'all should know this started as a self insert so if there are specific aspects i apologize)

Chapter Three: sweets

Alastor and I had talked a handful of times since I began reading him Wuthering Heights, and were just about finished with the novel. I’ve gotten the chance to learn quite a bit about him. I know he killed people when he was alive and that is what got him down there. He assures me that he is not evil, and I try not to worry that he will kill me. I know he was very close to his mother when he was alive, and he loved her cooking. I know that he’s an ‘overlord’ in hell, whatever that means. Every session I have to stop myself from asking him what hell is like, but I was still itching to ask him. So, like I’ve done so many times before, I grab the radio and sit down on the couch with it. I turn the dials to his station and wait for a sign that he’s there and wants to talk. There’s only been one time that I’ve tried to talk to him and he wasn’t available. Quickly enough I hear his familiar static from the radio. “Hello, darling!~” As always, he seems to be excited to talk to me.

“Hello Alastor, I hope you’re having a good day so far!” I found myself smiling like a schoolgirl because I was so excited to get to talk to him again.

“They always are when I get to talk to you!” Alastor had not let up on his flirting with me, but I always tried to brush him off because I didn’t want him to know how much control he already had over me.

“Well, I asked the final question the last time we spoke, so it's your turn, Alastor,” I felt smug about getting him to go first, normally I do, but he lost track of himself last time, and I got the last question.

“Okay, sweetheart, what is your biggest fear?” The question caught me off guard, so far he had only asked me questions about my life, how many siblings I had, what my family life is like, where I’m from, so on and so forth. I certainly didn’t want to tell him my biggest fear. My death is something he could use to his advantage. I think I paused too long for his liking because he started speaking again, “Darling, I truly hope you’re not thinking about lying to me…” His voice sounded different than any other time we’ve spoken. It was deep and filled me with a sense of dread. I was going to lie to him. Now, I’m not too sure I can.

Before I open my mouth to speak I know my voice will be shaky because as much as I don’t want to admit it, I was scared of him right now. “Death,” I said quickly, I wanted to get it over with.

“Delicious,” it didn’t even sound like a word more of a growl.

“I have no reason to use it against you, dear, but don’t give me one.” Most of our conversations this far have been unserious but right now I’m beginning to remember what Alastor actually is, a demon. And from what he’s told me, a very powerful one.

“I won’t give you one, I promise,” what was I doing, making a promise with someone like Alastor.

“Excellent sweetheart!~” There he was, the chipper Alastor. Like nothing had happened.

“Okay…um, Alastor, what’s your favorite dessert?” for the record this was not a good question, but I was still stuck on our previous exchange.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not a fan of sweets!” This guy keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“What do you mean you don’t like sweets? Sweets are the best food ever created!” As someone with the biggest sweet tooth, I couldn’t imagine someone not liking sweets at all.

“Ah ah ah, that's another question, I’ll answer it, but that means I get to ask two in a row as well!” At this moment I was not willing to argue with him. “I’ve just never been a fan, but I do believe they say opposites attract!” For the sake of my heart I was not going to overthink what he meant by that.

“I simply cannot believe it, Alastor,” I joked with him, “I thought you had good taste!”

“Darling, I would never lie to you…” Okay I’m definitely not reading into that, he’s being a little flirt! He was just a disembodied voice, how could I be this attracted to him? “Now! Time for my next question. Have you ever been in love?” Here he goes again with the intense questions.

“Umm years ago when I was in high school, I think it was in love, but not since.” I really did not want to talk about this.

“What happened?” oh god of course he’d be nosey about this.

“Umm she was a friend of a friend and we got really close, but she lives far away so she didn’t want to continue. It was a long time ago, I’m more focused on my career and education now.” I’m rambling, but I really didn’t want to tell him about it. It was uncomfortable. One because who wants to talk about an ex with someone they like, and two because I really didn’t need to be any more vulnerable in front of him.

“I’m all the way in hell, dear, and I’m not giving up anytime soon,” he was really going to need to cut it out with the flirting.

“Well thank you Alastor.” I knew I had to respond and this is the best I could come up with at the moment.

“Of course, love, Ithink the question segment of our talk is over, but I’m delighted to see what the next book you chose is!”

“For your listening pleasure I have for you…” I was trying to build suspense and get a laugh out of him. I succeeded. “The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde!” I cracked open my copy of the novel and began reading. Once I was finished with the chapter, Alastor spoke first.

“Thank you again, my dear, I hate to go, but I must,” he sounded genuinely disappointed that he had to leave.

“I’ll tune in again soon, Alastor,” I wish I could talk to him all the time.

I hear his static fade away and I find myself alone in my quiet apartment missing the sound of Alastor’s voice. I need to think about what kind of deal I could make with him that wouldn’t completely ruin my life.

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 2

summary: “Good head on your shoulders, don’t give anyone information you don’t need to.” He was proud of me, I could hear it in his voice, and that made me feel good. I was willing to do just about anything for him to talk to me like that again.

word count: 1093

warnings: still none!

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Chapter Two: see you soon

I didn’t grow the courage to tune back into Alastor’s station for a couple days, he was charming in a way that frightened me. I knew that if I let him get under my skin, there would be no going back. It’s not that I’m not smart, just a deeply flawed person with religious trauma. I have a sick desire to ask him what hell is like, like when you go no contact with someone and you still check their instagram. I wanted to know how bad it was because what if I ended up there one day? I felt like I should be prepared, even though my rational brain would have said it is going to drive you insane for your whole life, but still there was a good chance I was going to ask him about it.

Today my professor was out of town so no class for me, and my roommate is out of the apartment. So, I decided I would try to talk to Alastor again. In the back of my mind I was nervous that he was busy and I would never be brave enough to try again. I grabbed the radio from the shelf and sat it once again on the coffee table in front of the couch before I sat down. Taking a deep breath and attempting to calm my nerves before speaking to him. I turned the dial to his station and heard the familiar static from the last time. “Sweetheart!~” I heard his chirpy voice call from the radio. “It had been so long I was beginning to worry you weren't coming back to me!” Coming back to him? I hated that I liked the sound of that, cheeks becoming warmer and warmer by the second.

“Just needed some time to think.” I said not fully knowing what I meant by that, but I didn’t want him to know I was intimidated by him, but I am also sure he already knew this.

“What would you need to think about darling, I’ve only asked for you to read to me and I’ll answer any question you have!” I was scared he was already seeing through my facade. I want to hold myself back from telling him, because I know I shouldn’t. My brain is screaming at me to not tell him there are things I want from him, that I probably would make a deal with him if he caught me on the right day. As much as I wanted to believe otherwise, I am sure Alastor would use that against me.

“Well of course, but I’m still getting involved with a demon, that requires some pondering!” I was trying to be as enthusiastic as he was.

“Oh! Seems I have forgotten myself, I could imagine it's a scary idea!” His words made me feel a lot more comfortable with the idea of continuing these conversations, they made him seem reasonable.

“But I’m here now! And ready to ask and answer some questions!” I wasn’t lying, I was excited to ask him questions and pick his brain.

“I’ll let the lady go first!” I was glad he seemed just as excited as I was.

“Ever the gentleman I see…” I replied cheekily.

“For you, dear, of course!”

“Okay so, first question, when were you alive?” All I knew about him so far was that he is dead, lived in New Orleans, and his name is Alastor.

“Turn of the century, love, had the pleasure of witnessing the stock market crash of 1929,” he let out a happy sigh, “those were the days!”

“My grandma was born in the early thirties!” I wanted so badly to have something in common with him.

“Don't tell me that, darling.” His tone was more serious, and I was worried I had offended him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” I realized I sounded more coy than I wanted.

“No, no, dear, you didn’t offend me, just don’t want you comparing me to your grandparents. That’s not exactly how I want you to think about me.” What exactly did he mean, how exactly did he want me to think about him? I was definitely going to daydream about that later. The fascination with this demon, and if he was going to keep flirting with me, it was going to get a lot worse. “Now…I do believe it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

“Go ahead be my guest, I'm an open book!”

“How old are you, dear?” seems like a simple question for a demon to ask. Maybe he’s playing the long game.

“Just turned twenty-two, ab-” I find myself about to give him more information about myself than he asked for, and I think he caught me cutting myself off abruptly.

“Good head on your shoulders, don’t give anyone information you don’t need to.” He was proud of me, I could hear it in his voice, and that made me feel good. I was willing to do just about anything for him to talk to me like that again.

“Thank you,” I said with heated cheeks, “okay, my next question: what did you do when you were alive?” I had assumed it had something to do with the radio, but I wanted to know more.

“I had the pleasure to host a local radio show! Was one of the joys of my life.” He seemed to be reminiscing on his past. “It seems it’s my turn once again. What are you studying in college?”

“The plan is to eventually have a doctorate in English literature.” I heard him let out a gleeful sigh.

“Ahh, good. Someone else who enjoys the finer things in life! Well, dear, it seems we’re reaching the end of our session, what have you chosen for our first read?” I start buzzing with joy, because I get to read him my favorite book.

“I’ve got Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte,” I jump off my couch over to my bookshelf and grab one of my many copies. I opened the book and read the first chapter to him. I was hoping he wasn’t thinking too much about the book I chose. Does my favorite book say something about me? Is he analyzing every word I’m saying? I push through these thoughts and finish the chapter.

“It has been an absolute pleasure speaking to you tonight, doll. I do hope we can speak again soon.”

“Goodbye, Alastor,” he tsked in response.

“See you soon, darling.”

It felt like the conversation was over as soon as it began. I was already missing his voice. Avoiding a deal with him was going to be so much harder than I thought.

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 1

(a/n: so i've been posting this on ao3 for about a week and just decided to post on here too now. also i do not have a posting schedule im busy lol sorry)

summary: finding the radio at that thrift store may have completely changed the course of my life, but really i'm not complaining at all.

word count: 1,789

warnings: none i think (let me know if should add some!)

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Chapter One: thing of beauty

The cold wind of Chicgo bit at my face as I walked the short walk from my apartment to the thrift store. I’m not totally sure what I was going there to look for, but I just needed to get out of my apartment. The walk was pleasant because I’m a college student home at one o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday, so the sidewalks are barren. The store finally comes into view, and then I’m walking in. I greet the woman at the register, and immediately book it towards the trinkets in the back. I look through their selection of shot glasses and mugs, not seeing anything that I just had to have. I pace around the back of the store until I see this gorgeous antique radio. A radio would be great for background noise when I’m reading, and plus this was a thing of beauty. I may not have a lot of money, but I knew in my heart whatever price this radio was, it was coming home with me. I rushed over to pick it up so I could find the price, but before my eyes could land on the price tag they first saw a small ‘A’ carved into wood in the corner. Maybe it was like an Andy Toy Story situation, a cute little memory from a previous owner. Then I found the price, a solid $60 which I am truly willing to part with for this beautiful radio.

With an extra pep in my step, I made my way to the register to pay for my lovely new friend. I greeted the employee at the register once again, and she looked somewhat excited that I put the radio on the conveyor belt. “Has this been here long?” I asked because I was confused how someone would pass up this piece of art.

“Longer than me, pretty sure,” she shrugged, “all the employees here have made up our little stories about the history behind it.” She rang me up and the screen prompted me to put my card in, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get a sweet treat for a week or two but the radio was worth it. “It has been bought before though,” I furrowed my brow because what was wrong with this damn clock? But, to be honest I didn’t care if the radio even worked or not (I was hoping it did though) it was just beautiful. “The people always come back in basically begging us to buy it back, don’t even care for how much. One guy sold it to us for fifty cents one time.”

Now, normally I would not be caught dead with an object that people had been begging to return, and with the way the employee had been describing the situation the radio was definitely scaring the shit out of everybody that purchased it. But, for some reason I needed this radio. A little about me, I’m a textbook snobby english major. I love all things vintage, I think the classics are the greatest works in English literature, and hold a deep detestment for many aspects of modern culture. Yes, I am annoying.

“Mmm, something tells me I’ll be keeping it for the long haul.” I don’t know what possessed me to say something like this, but I’m just gonna go with it. I thank the employee and make my way out of the shop.

The walk home was much less brisk now that I was carrying this heavy radio, but I didn’t think about it much. I was just so excited. My roommate was out filming for some school project so I could fiddle with it when I got home.

After what feels like forever, I see the fence in front of my apartment. I whip out my keys, and put them in the lock of the first door and lock it behind me, while putting the key into the next door which leads to my apartment. I take off my shoes and lock the door. I walk over to the dining room table and put my purse down along with the radio so I can take my coat off. Once coatless, I grab the radio and set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. I mess with the knobs and dials until I hear a crackle. “Yes!” I yelled, as I began switching through the stations, most of the stations I knew from the radio in my car were entirely static. After a couple of minutes I heard someone speaking, the voice was filtered through what sounded like a microphone from the early days of audio.

“Hello dearie!~” the strange voice spoke, I assumed it was a prerecorded file a station was playing. Like a radio version of the history channel. So, of course I didn’t speak back to the radio. Then, the voice came back, “I said…” a loud static started to emanate from the speaker, “Hello!”

My first thought was ‘fuck me, if this is a demon in here, I’m definitely going to fall for one of his traps’ I had just though about this a couple days ago, I want things! Sue me! And I’m not fucking with you two days ago I had been thinking about this shit and now here I am. Welp, I’m fucked, but still I carry on. And now I was sure I had completely lost my mind, so since that had already happened and I was obviously in the middle of an episode of psychosis, I decided to reply, “Oh! Umm I didn’t think you were speaking to me. My apologies!” Whoever this person who was speaking was, I definitely did NOT want him to be upset with me.

“Oh dear, oh dear! Far in the past now! You’ve got my radio!” I could tell whoever was speaking was smiling, I could hear in their voice.

“This is yours? It’s gorgeous, I can assume you’re the ‘A’ on the bottom of it.” I could have asked so many questions, but I went with this one. I’m not totally sure why, but I really want to know more about the strange voice.

“Alastor! That’s my name, sweetheart!” He seemed excited to introduce himself, and honestly I was just as excited as him.

“Hello Alastor! My name is Y/N! It’s nice to meet you! Where do you live, Alastor? I found the radio in Chicago!” Why was I telling this strange voice over a creepy radio where I live.

“Oh when I was alive, my home was New Orleans. Absolutely fantastic! It made it all the way to the Windy City!” My heart froze after his fifth word, hair standing up, goose pimples all over my skin, and a shock through my spine. When he was alive??? What the fuck does that mean? He’s definitely a demon, yep fuck me.

“Just to clarify, you did just say ‘when you were alive’ right? That wasn’t me hearing things, right?” I was hyperventilating out of my damn mind. I absolutely understood now why people had returned this freaky fucking radio

“Oh yes, of course, dear! I’m coming to you straight from Hell.” The way he said it like it was the most casual thing ever, had me feeling like I was overreacting to what he was saying.

“And you’re not messing with me?” After it came out of my mouth I heard him clench his teeth.

“Oh, now what is your impression of me that says I would do that to you?” He seems frustrated with my question, and that did not sit right with me. I was quick to appease him.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant by that, I promise!” I try to stop myself from spilling my guts to this man who I believe might be a demon, because the voice in my head was telling me giving personal information to a demon was probably not the best decision I could make, but I just couldn’t stop myself. “It’s just I never believed in an afterlife or a religion, so it’s just that you have just told me that hell is real and that is absolutely insane to me because now I’m terrified hell is horrible. Is it horrible? I mean I guess that’s the point?” I took a deep breath before I continued my word vomiting, but before I got the chance, Alastor began speaking again.

“Sweet girl~ please stop with the yammering…” His voice seemed like nectar to me, I could listen to him speak all day, “before we continue with our little back and forth, I am going to need to know what I’m getting out of this?” I immediately started thinking about the things I could offer him, not my soul. Wasn’t there just yet.

“What could you possibly want from me?” This was the most genuine question I had asked in a long time, I had absolutely nothing to offer him. I had money for groceries, rent, and utilities. Most of my possessions were books, he was in hell what use could he have for anything I could give him.

“I just adore your voice, little deer!” He was back to being his chirpy self, and it rubbed off on me making me feel a little calmer. “I’m sure you would love to continue our little chats, and in return I’d just like for you to read to me, from a book of your choosing of course.” I was trying not to let off how excited I was, I wanted him to feel like he was getting more out of this than he was. “I’m trusting you have immaculate taste, but give a couple of your favorites just so I can tell.”

After a few quick beats I respond with, “My favorite book of all time is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, I’m a big fan of the classics, nineteenth century literature.”

“Oh how swell!” he seemed like he was buzzing with glee, “A beautiful voice with even better taste!” He seemed to chuckle to himself and as his laugh faded out his voice came back, “Well, dearest, I’m afraid I must be going for now! I’ll excuse your payment for today, but be ready for next time, my dear,” I took a deep breath at the thought of a next time, “When you want to contact me again, just tune back into this station, I’ll be able to tell. I won’t always be able to talk, but when I can I’ll be there in a jiffy!”

Before I could respond to him the static that accompanied his voice faded and it eventually became silent in my apartment once again. I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, and leaned back into my couch.

(a/n: i've written five chapters so far i'll be posting the other four asap)

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