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ohproserpine · 3 months

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ii. deer dolly

part i | part ii | more | ao3

tags: fem! reader, reader is a performer in a speakeasy, human! possibly ooc! alastor so he's a bit more "tame" here, unsettling & obsessive behavior, jealousy, possessiveness, written before episode 7; may become inaccurate, unwanted advances (not by alastor), murder, graphic descriptions of injuries

As the days unfolded into weeks, Alastor remained true to his word. A routine soon formed between the two of you: he would make regular visits to the speakeasy, engage in polite conversations with Mimzy, and take his usual seat to enjoy your performance.

In time, Alastor's interactions with you grew more intimate. And one night, following the success of one of your busiest night and biggest show, he surprised you with a beautiful necklace. Pulling you into your dressing room, Alastor asked for permission to formally court you. Without hesitation, you agreed, and in a burst of affection, proceeded to kiss him within an inch of your life.

Since then, Alastor had begun to take you on dates outside the speakeasy. He whisked you away to quaint diners, lively jazz joints, and even introduced you to his mother—a sweet woman who welcomed you with open arms.

Throughout your time together, not a single one of your performances escaped Alastor'. Why would they? For him, your shows were the very essence of color in his otherwise dull and monotonous existence. His devotion to you almost mirrored religious fervor as he attended each of your shows like an impassioned disciple in the dimly lit speakeasy pews.

Your voice became a spell, luring Alastor like a foolish sailor drawn to a siren's call. In those moments, the world faded away, and he followed the melody with an irresistible pull, captivated by thoughts of you, you, you.

Only you.

Tonight, however, was anything but ordinary.

Alastor, following his usual routine, occupied his customary spot at the pub, savoring his whiskey with slow sips from his glass. However, the comforting rhythm of the night, which he had grown used to, was broken when the band screeched to a halt, the shrill notes of the violin cutting through the air. Immediately, the pub erupted in a chorus of boos and shouts.

Alastor blinked, his smile turning strained as he noticed a man stumble onto the stage. It was clear that he was intoxicated, moving about as gracefully as a headless chicken, as he made his way towards you, nearly knocking you off your feet.

Noticing the commotion, Mimzy clicked her tongue, slammed her drink onto the counter, and swiftly rose to her feet. She rushed to the stage, the glitters on her vibrant dress catching the dim lights of the speakeasy.

“Why, I oughta—" she began to seethe, as she stomped towards the stage, finger wagging in the air. “That’s the fifth time this week, Giovanni!”

"Ah, Mimzy! Jus' wanted to surprise my sweetheart," Giovanni slurred, his thick accent muddled as he clumsily leaned into you, head tucking into your neck.

Snap.

Alastor felt a visceral reaction, something within him snapping as the glass in his hand cracked under the strain of his grip. The fractured crevices dug into his skin, and golden liquor seeped out, mixing with crimson red blood.

As a regular performer at this pub, your popularity was unquestionable, and Alastor was not entirely pleased with the attention you garnered from other men. If given the opportunity, he would have you whisked away from this place. In his eyes, your voice was too lovely for a place like this. Your talent deserved a grander stage than the confines of this tacky establishment.

“Ahah,” you smiled awkwardly, shuffling away and shrugging the man's arms off of you. “Not your sweetheart, Giovanni…”

"Are you not happy to see me, carina?" Giovanni’s voice dropped to a whisper, his hand dropping to grip you by the waist. He leaned his face in closer, and you cringed. The man's breath reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were a bloodshot red. “Come on~ I came all the way to see you.”

“Ya' can go see and do whatevah the fuck you want with her after the show!” Mimzy scowled, stomping her heels onto the wooden flooring. “Can't have a moment of peace in here. Someone get him off my stage!”

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" Giovanni retorted, his anger bubbling over as he lashed out, kicking the microphone stand in Mimzy's direction. She barely dodged in time, the crash of the mic hitting the floor drowned out by the screeching feedback.

"Please. Just go," you pleaded, your patience wearing thin. "Why? Why do you always have to make a scene?"

"Ay, carina, don't get bratty with me. Let's talk in the back," Giovanni insisted, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he attempted to pull you off the stage. But before he could, Mimzy's guards intervened, forcefully yanking him away.

"Hey! Get ya' hands off'a me!"

Turning around, you rushed to get off the stage, but Giovanni somehow managed to break free and extended his hand, trying to grab onto you. Panic welled up within you as his hand reached out, but relief followed when he was abruptly stopped by none other than Alastor.

"Now, now," Alastor's voice had a lilt as he held onto Giovanni's wrist, but the venom woven into each word was unmistakable. His ever-present smile stretched wide, serving as a clear warning. "Causing a commotion isn't the best way to impress a lady."

"This ain't none of ya’ business. Let go’a me!" Giovanni scowled, attempting to wring his hand out of the brunette's iron grip. Alastor merely chuckled and adjusted his glasses with his free hand, the unsettling grin still playing on his lips throughout the exchange.

"This ain't none of ya’ business. Let go’a me!" Giovanni scowled, attempting to wriggle his hand out of the brunette's iron grip. Alastor merely chuckled, adjusting his glasses with his free hand, the unsettling grin still playing on his lips throughout the exchange.

"Ha ha! Kind sir, when someone disrupts a delightful performance, it becomes everyone's business," Alastor laughed, the sound of it tinged with sarcasm.

"But I must commend you. My, that impromptu performance of yours was quite remarkable; you truly made a wonderful spectacle of yourself!" Alastor's grin widened, his mocking tone drawing out laughter from the crowd.

Then, Alastor bent down to meet Giovanni face to face, his amusement fading.

“Though I think you've overstayed your welcome, no?” Alastor's grip tightened around Giovanni's wrist, the pressure leaving bruises in its wake, hues of purple, green, and blue blossoming beneath the skin.

Alastor's grin turned sharp. "You will leave. Now."

"F-Fuck are you gonna do if I don’t, aye?" Giovanni spat, attempting to maintain a façade of bravado despite the pain. He tore his hand away from Alastor's grip, cradling his wrist. "Ya' think you can tell me what to fucking do?!"

"Hmm. I would at least advise you to salvage whatever dignity you have left and leave. If you had even a dust of intelligence in that hollow head of yours, that would have been the first thing you'd have done," Alastor chuckled.

“Damn right. Ya ain't got no fuckin place in my establishment,” Mimzy scowled, snapping her fingers and gesturing towards the men surrounding Giovanni. “Take him away, boys!”

As Mimzy’s goons surrounded him again, Giovanni sneered, "This ain't over."

"Oh, my dear pal, I assure you, it is very much over. The lady has made her wishes very clear," Alastor grinned.

With a final snarl, Giovanni was forcibly led away from the scene, his protests fading into the background as Mimzy's guards escorted him out. Mimzy wasted no time, bustling backstage and barking orders to her staff to clean up and prepare the stage once more.

Alastor's charismatic facade returned as he turned to you, though a glint of irritation lingered in his eyes. "Apologies you had to see that, cher. Let's hope the rest of the evening proceeds much more smoothly."

"I hope so." With a sigh, your gaze shifted downward, and you spotted his injured hands. The glass he had broken earlier had left wounds all over his calloused palms — not deep, but enough to draw blood.

Concern etched across your face, and you gently touched Alastor's hands. The radio host, accustomed to your touch by now, allowed you to inspect the damage.

"You're hurt," you pointed out, caressing his skin.

Alastor met your gaze with a reassuring smile. "Ah, this is just a trifle. A mere inconvenience, I assure you! My, I've endured far worse during hunting, darling! This is hardly worth mentioning."

"But—" you began, only to be interrupted by his finger pushing against your red lips.

"Worry not, cher. I'll take care of it. There's no need to play nurse," he spoke with finality, as if this was a matter not open to further argument.

"Alright," You managed a small smile. "I am really sorry things turned out this way, Al. I didn't know Giovanni was going to show up again. He's always been like that for as long as I can remember. I told him to stop but he never does."

"No need for apologies. None of this fault is on you, darling. Though it does add a touch of excitement to otherwise mundane affairs, doesn't it?" Alastor chuckled heartily, though you sensed there was a bitter undertone to his laugh.

"Excitement? That man is a shitshow just waiting to happen," Mimzy returned and walked up to both of you, rolling her eyes. "And I thought I got rid of him for good..."

Suddenly, she leaned in with cosmetics in hand, deftly swiping lipstick across your lips and delicately brushing blush on your face. "Now come on, dollface, let's get you back to that stage."

You realize you're still on shift, but the thought of performing feels nearly impossible at the moment, especially with all this lingering adrenaline in your system. Admittedly, you're a bit shaken up, and all you want is to curl up by Alastor's side and savor the night with a drink in hand.

"Oh, Mimzy…I'm not sure I can really perform right now, love. I feel…" you slowly trailed off, faltering under the weight of Mimzy's hardened gaze.

The blonde cooed out your name, her fingers gently wrapping around your arm, soothingly rubbing it up and down. "Dollface, you're not here to question; you're here to perform! Alastor here has been so kind to get rid of your little problem. Now, let's get back up on that stage and do what you're good at."

"Pardon?" Alastor snapped with a raised brow, his usually jovial tone replaced by a sharper edge. "Well, I don't mind in the least. In fact, I rather enjoyed putting that simpleton in his place. I'm sure your patrons can afford to wait, can't they? This poor dear is still shaking in her heels!"

But you intervened, mustering a smile and smoothing down the wrinkles on your dress while nervously tending to your hair. "Oh no, Al, it's alright. Mimzy's right. I can't just let one man ruin my entire night."

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, taking a moment to compose before adding, "Besides, the show must go on, right?"

Alastor paused, his eyes narrowing as he studied your nervous tics. The radio host silently appraised your form for a few more seconds before eventually giving in. "Hmm, very well. If that's what you wish."

"Thank you, Al," you whispered with a smile, tilting your head up to press a kiss against his cheek. Your lipstick had left an imprint on his bronze skin, but he made no move to wipe it off.

With a chuckle, Alastor leaned back into you and returned the gesture warmly.

"I'll take care of everything, doll," he whispered, voice low, before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "He won't ever bother you again."

Confused, you blinked up at him with those bright eyes he loved so much. "How do you plan to do that, Al?" you asked, but he ignored you, staring at you with that unsettling look in his eyes again.

Alastor suddenly raised your hand to his lips, brushing the knuckles with gentle pecks, causing your mind to blank and cheeks to go aflame.

Tapping her foot impatiently, Mimzy's irritation grew as the display of affection lingered longer than she deemed appropriate. With a swift swat of her hand against the man's shoulder, she hissed at him. "That's enough outta you!"

Alastor smirked to himself and began walking back, seemingly satisfied with the subtle disturbance he had caused. He was such a bastard, but he was yours.

With a shake of your head and a smitten blush gracing your cheeks, you returned to the stage. The blinding spotlight enveloped you as Mimzy tossed the microphone back into your waiting hands.

Meanwhile, Alastor reclined in his seat at the booth, his gaze fixed intently on you as you resumed your performance. The audience, having brushed off the brief interruption, eagerly redirected their focus to you.

Rabbit, rabbit! Won't you run away? Don't give the farmer all his fun today~ He'll get by without his rabbit pie. So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run!

As you neared the end of the song, Alastor joined the crowd's applause, rhythmically snapping his fingers together.

Wonderful, as always.

Snap.

The sudden, jarring sound shattered the stillness of the forest, followed by a shrill scream that seemed to shake the trees. Giovanni's hands instinctively shot down to his ankle, where his bone had twisted in a gruesome sight that sent bile rushing to his throat. However, he had no time to inspect the damages as a rustling bush caught his attention. Desperately, the man began crawling on the ground, doing his best to move farther away, dragging mud and dirt all over his body.

"Don't give the farmer his fun. Fun. Fun," emerging from thick shrubs, Alastor sang lowly as he continued his slow advance, relishing in the fear that emanated from his prey. He raised his hand, fingers idly tracing over the red mark on your lips, and if he focused hard enough, he could still feel the burn of your affections. "He'll get by without his rabbit pie."

The dense forest around them seemed to close in, casting eerie shadows as Alastor's menacing silhouette moved closer. Giovanni, now gasping for breath, cast terrified glances over his shoulder, desperately searching for an escape route.

"So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run," Alastor continued to trail after the man, his axe slung over his strong shoulders, a sinister grin etched on his lips.

Ah, it had been so long since he last pursued larger prey, opting for smaller catches like rabbits and squirrels lately. This, however, was a different kind of pursuit, and the thrill was delicious.

“It's rather unsavory to disrupt a live performance,” Alastor mused, gripping his axe and running his bandaged palm along the side of the blade. "Oh, the misery! Each performance interrupted, a masterpiece marred!"

“Though I suppose you redeemed yourself with your own impromptu circus show,” Alastor snickered, reaching down and seizing Giovanni’s sprained ankle, dragging the screaming man back toward him.

"Good show!" The radio host grinned as he pressed his feet against Giovanni's back to prevent him from escaping. Alastor raised the axe high, the glint of the blade reflecting the crazed gleam in his eyes.

"Now, let's see how this act ends."

With a practiced swing, he brought the blade down, chunks of flesh and blood spraying onto his clothing and skin from the impact. Alastor laughed as the light gradually faded from the man's eyes, his once-struggling arms and legs now falling limp.

“What a show!”

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jyoongim · 2 months

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~Blood & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy, blood, murder, secrets

chapter two

Synopsis: Marrying New Orleans famous radio host had been a shocker to everyone. You, a southern belle from an esteemed family, had somehow managed to catch the attention of the mysterious bachelor.

Your wedding was all in the papers and talk of the town, even though the ceremony was rather private.

You quickly settled in as the homemaker as Alastor brought home the dough and took care of you.

It was a dream come true.

But Alastor was strange, even to you and you were his wife, but you brushed it off as him just being a man. You had nothing to complain about. You lived in a nice big house, had the finest luxuries, and Alastor would dote on you. What wasn’t to love?

Well… all those things were nice, but you were starting to crave a family with your husband.

You knew of Alastor’s upbringing and had an inkling that children might not be an option…but Alastor wouldn’t deny you what you desired most would he? Of course not ma belle.

Alastor prided himself on how people often wondered about him. The renowned radio host, who the public rarely saw. He was a mystery to many. He frequented jazz lounges and often could be found drinking whiskey as he listened to the Mimzy gossip about the latest news.

He, himself was shocked when he met you, the prettiest thing in the city. He had to have you. He knew you were the one.

Like the gentleman he was, he sent you flowers and love letters to begin courting you. He never tired of how shy you were around him.

It wasn’t long before he asked your father for your hand and the two of you got hitched.

And what a wedding it was! he spared no expense to your disapproval.

Alastor was the epitome of what every husband inspired to be!

Doting, providing, and attentive.

But he had a secret he kept from his little wife…

Can he maintain control over his domestic affairs and his sinister ones?

Soft jazz played in the background as you busied around the kitchen preparing dinner. The sizzling of the oil carried the scent of fried chicken as you chopped collards and added them to another pan to fry.

You hummed along to whatever song was playing as you cooked.

You took the chicken out of the grease, poured some of it in a can for later and used the rest to make cornbread. You stirred the collards a bit, adding pepper and a little salt before turning the stove off. You glanced at the clock; 6pm, Alastor should be coming home soon.

After putting everything in pretty dishes and wrapping it in foil you sighed tiredly as you finally got off your feet, plopping down on a couch.

You almost wanted to go back into the kitchen and clean up, but thought to just wait after dinner to do so.

You perked as your radio made a noise, static as if the channel had changed, before the voice of your husband came through.

”Well folks that is all. I have for you tonight! I hope you enjoyed today’s broadcast and I will see you tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner nonono haha. Until next time!”

You smiled, feeling happy he wasn’t going to stay at the studio all night.

With that in mind, you quickly ran upstairs to freshen up, wanting to greet your husband without the smell of grease clinging to you.

“I’m home!” A voice called as the sound of the front door closing had you rushing downstairs.

Alastor was taking off his coat, when you greeted him “Oh let me take that” you smiled, grabbing his coat to put it away. He let out a relieved sigh as he removed his shoes and put them by the door. Once comfortable, his long arms were around your waist, pulling you into a kiss “And how was my beautiful wife today hmm?” He asked bringing a dainty hand to his lips. You giggled “Oh nothing worth mentioning. How was work today? I heard you signing off. I hate that I missed tonight’s broadcast” you mused, untying his bow tie. Alastor hummed “oh you know same ole same ole, through I will say I got a lot of fan mail today” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes. He took a whiff of the air and grinned “Hmm looks like I actually made it in time for dinner”

You both made your way to the kitchen and you immediately went to fix his plate, while he got glasses out of the cabinet and some red wine.

Alastor practically had drool coming out of his mouth as the smell of food wafted into his nose. You took a seat across from him and smiled. “My my my dear what a meal youve prepared tonight!” He commented as he took a bite out of the cornbread, moaning in delight.

It always filled your heart with happiness seeing Alastor eat your food. When you first got married, you didn’t have a clue on how to cook. It was rather embarrassing, but you had grown up with personal cooks.

But Alastor didn’t mind teaching you, and soon enough you were whipping up delicious meals that filled his stomach, rather than upset it.

Dinner was quiet as the two of you enjoyed each others company, Alastor making comments about the lastest gossip he had heard and you catching him on the neighborhood gossip. “Oh before I forget, Mimzy wants to know if you wanted to swing by the lounge this weekend. Something about I keep you to myself too much” Alastor laughed, swiping at his mouth. You laughed, that sounded like Mimzy. Always hoping to get a chance at you singing on stage so she could make a few extra bucks. “Well tell ‘er not this weekend, I have plans to host a few of the ladies for book club. Rosie is sure to have some gossip I’ve missed.”

Alastor quirked a brow “You sure dear? I fear Mimzy will chew me a new one if she don’t get to see ou” You mulled it over “Well book club usually don’t take that long and its during tea time so I guess I don’t mind gracing the lounge with my presence” you giggled, getting up and taking your empty dishes to the sink. Alastor followed you and quickly swatted your hands as you reached to turn the sink on.

“Now now my dear, you spent all evening cooking the least I can do is wash the dishes. The chef shouldn’t cook and clean” he nudged you away from the sink as you pouted.

It never ceased to amazed you that Alastor took on household chores. Most husbands had their wives cook and clean, but not your Alastor.

He didn’t like you to tire out from maintaining the home all day.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks and told him you’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed.

You had just finished rolling your hair when Alastor came up to your bedroom. You sighed as you sunk into the cool cotton sheets, finally relaxing for the day. You didn’t realized you had quickly fell asleep until feeling Alastor slide into bed beside you, arm pulling you to tuck you into his side and rest your head on his chest.

You happily cuddled into him, breathing in his scent as the sound of his heartbeat lulled you back to sleep.

A yawn passed your lips as began to fall asleep

”Goodnight”

”Sleep tight dear”

”Don’t let the bedbugs bite”

”haha see you in the morning light love” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sighed, chest heaving in deep breaths.

Alastor smiled at your sleeping face; how lucky was he to have a sweet wife who worked so hard while he was gone. His eyes grew heavy as he listened to your soft snores.

What bliss. He wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.

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NOTE: aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh why and how did my mind conjure this when I have other things to write eeeeeeehhhh!!!!!!!

Anyway….this is gonna be ANOTHER short story hehehe. Since I wrote it on a whim it might take some time for me to post the next part but I hope y’all enjoy it nevertheless!

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radioisntdead · 29 days

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Good evening folks! Here's a drabble I wrote as a warm up, not my best work but it's short And it was written at three am, Enjoy!

The radio man's Wife

Alastor x female reader

Warnings:

Human Alastor, murder, Not much Alastor in here but he's here, victim blaming the dead people

You could ask anyone who had met her and they would tell you that The local radio host's wife was the sweetest person they had ever met, a real angel on earth, she'd help out her neighbors, delivering fresh baked goods to those in need, she'd help take care of the neighborhood kids while their parents got away for a night,

She was a saint, who was to know that she had married a monster? She was just another unwilling victim right?

After all,

She was just so kind!

but even those who appear kind could do the cruelest of things, sweet words secretly drenched in venom, dressed in soft unsuspecting colors, her eyes that held nothing but fondness for the person she married and distain for those who stood against him, for those who ran his name through the mud.

She'd gleefully turn a blind eye to the wicked acts he did, being nothing but a bystander, at most she threw a few sickly sweet words to the victims that left them feeling sick to the pits of their stomaches before they perished.

She'd clean up any remaining mess he left behind, making any leftover carnage into fertilizer for her beautiful garden, mopping up the blood stained floors, or digging up a deep grave in the nearby woods for him to drag a body or two into.

She willingly laid next to someone who had countless people's blood on his hands, she'd give nothing but a love-filled smile at him,

She'd dance with a repeat murderer while soft jazz played on the radio each night after dinner, after the dishes were done and dried He'd take her hand and they'd dance.

She'd give a small kiss on the cheek, telling him to stay safe and leave him to his business slaughtering folks.

After all they deserved it right? They weren't truly good folks, Her and her dear Alastor believed ? that wholeheartedly, and Honestly it's their own fault for being easy targets

Right?

No one would believe you if you told them beforehand that the charming radio host, Alastor was a cold blooded murderer who had claimed multiple lives,

After all he was so charming, always with that smile on his face that could make anyone swoon, although you could never exactly know what he was thinking, people adored his voice and his radioshow where he'd play the tunes of the time, and briefly speak about the recent disappearances of people, telling everyone to stay safe.

It's truly the charming ones you should look out for.

It was only revealed when someone hunting in the dead of night mistook her dearest Alastor for a deer, shooting him swiftly through the head, killing him almost instantly, leaving him to be bitten and torn by man's best friend.

The phonecall she got when it was discovered was heart wrenching,

Her beloved Radio host went from charming to his name being thrown around, treated like a monster, [Which he was, he killed people] his office was cleaned out swiftly after being searched for anything alluding to his crimes, the home they shared was searched and torn apart for evidence as she sobbed into the arms of a supportive, unsuspecting neighbor,

After everything went down she was either scorned or deemed a unfortunate lady who unknowingly married a murderous monster, she had parts of the community that took pity bring around casseroles and give her words of comfort.

It couldn't have been more then a year since Alastor had gone, a family member of one of his victims wanted revenge, however since the murderer was already six feet under, why not go for his widow?

In the dead of night carrying a gun he crept into the home she once shared with her beloved, he moved passed the picture frames on the walls, from events, Their wedding photos and pictures of family, all were hung up neatly.

He opened the door, a creaking noise rung out throughout the house,

He moved forward towards the bed where the widow laid, deep in a slumber she'd never wake up from,

The man lifted up the gun and shot her right in the heart, She didn't know what hit her.

Arising from the ground she brushed herself off, the sight of brimstone and the harsh smell of sulfur filled her nose,

She didn't know what killed her, maybe a heart attack? Perhaps she choked on something in her sleep? Well there was no use in wondering, what's done is done, and from the looks of it she definitely ended up in hell, wasn't surprising after all she did help out her husband in his crimes.

With a quick look at herself, she made a face at the animal ears that protruded from her head, along with the matching tail on her back, shaking her head she began walking around to explore the place.

She supposed it was time to go find her dearly departed darling now wasn't it?

Good evening folks! Thank you for reading!

I'm making my way through requests and a couple of them will hopefully be out within the week! Stay tuned!

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scoutswritingcorner · 2 months

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Dreamers Don't Dream

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW:Panic Attacks, Nightmares, descriptions of murder/death.

A/N: I know Alastor is a deranged Serial killer but I just want to sit in his lap sometimes.

You usually didn’t dream much but when you did, it was always a fleeting feeling, touch or smell of what could’ve been if you didn’t take the chance. If you didn’t play the “hero”. The voice of your mother calling you in from digging into the dirt as a kid to merely hours before the accident as you recalled the smell of your favorite body wash. Then it was washed away with the face of the man that killed you, the blood on the knife in his hand and the insane way he stared at you. The eyes of your best friend. The eyes that you trusted..the eyes that ripped you away from your family.

Sitting up from the couch in one of the many lounge rooms in the hotel. You felt your skin crawl, you needed to get out of it. Shakily getting off the couch, you noticed the familiar red jacket laying on the couch, as your vision blurred and your breath shortened as you gripped the familiar article of clothing, only one thought crossed your mind. You wanted to find Alastor. No, you needed to find Alastor. You needed to feel safe again.

Your feet robotically walked out of the lounge as your breath quickened and you felt like you were suffocating on nothing but air. As you walked faster you ignored how you almost tripped over your own feet that dragged behind you, your brain getting lost in the halls of the hotel. But your feet knew exactly where you needed to go..a small part of you knew where to find him. One hand carefully grasping onto his jacket as the other one clawed at your own neck as you tried to keep your breathing under control.

Take a left..then go down until you reach one of the maintenance doors and then take a right, then keep going straight.

A choked sob ripped through your throat as you began to speed walk down the longer hallways, his voice could be heard laughing at someone or something. But then you heard footsteps behind you. Oh Satan, why were they so fast? Was he running at you again? Chasing you down an endless hallway for your Father to find you dead later? Was he here to kill you again and again? To keep torturing you in the afterlife? You already paid the price. Why couldn’t he leave you alone for good?

Then it stopped- all of it came to an abrupt stop. Like a record scratch on a gramophone as cool fingers wiped your tears away and soft jazz started to play from the familiar cane leaned against the bar. “Deep breaths, Cher.” His voice called out the radio filter gone for now. One of his hands slowly guided your hand to his chest as he took a deep breath in and then slowly let it out, watching as you slowly started to do the same.

“Good..one more deep breath for me?” He whispered, leaning his head down to allow you to finally look up into his scarlet eyes. Taking in one last deep, shaky breath for him before exhaling the panic and fear gone. “There we are, Darling. That pesky nightmare bothering you again?” He asked as you silently nodded, scared to say anything right now. He hummed the radio filter back as he held his arms open in an asked question. ‘Can I hold you?’, it was a simple question but it was one that made your undead heart flutter. He never asked to hold you or touch you, he always did it without thought and you never really minded but now? Now it makes you feel ten times better.

With a quick nod to him he easily snapped his fingers and both of you were on the couch in the foyer. His arms wrapped snugly around you as you got comfortable on his lap, head hiding into his shoulder. His red jacket wrapped around your frame as you mindlessly messed with his undone bowtie, as his thumb rubbed up and down your lower back.

“Did I tell you about the time I made Vox short circuit at one of my meetings? Oh you should’ve seen everyone’s faces, Cher. It was to die for.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine

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can you do human Alastor with reader who’s like Velma Kelly from the musical Chicago? Fem reader please! and maybe mimzy is a bit jealous?

A/N: I love Chicago and Velma Kelly! I’ll be basing it off of the movie version just because it’s easier for me but tysm anon for your request!! I was on a writing block / super long break, but i’m hoping to try and get into the swing of things again! Hopefully I’ll be posting more and getting requests out since I have some good ones I do wanna expand on! We all know I’m a fien for human Alastor so I was really excited to write this.

Warnings: mentions of death & murder, fluff

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

All That Jazz

He thinks you’re too full of yourself

He doesn’t like it about you, but also doesn’t like when other people insult you

Hes seen you live before, and honestly he was impressed

You dance quick and can keep up with him when you both dance together

He loves when you sing All that Jazz, he’s even rehearsed with you before

Now he does know about your sister and how you… you know, got rid of her and your ex-husband

Unfortunately for him, you work at Mimzys rival speakeasy, so Alastor sneakily goes to see you, though he doesn’t really care if Mimzy does find out

In his opinion his darling doe is a fine better singer than Mimzy but he’d never tell her that

He doesn’t have too, not when Mimzy drags him and a few of their other friends to your club to see you preform

Mimzy quote ¨didnt know why you were so popular¨

I mean for christs sake you killed a man and your own sister!

Well now she understands why you’re so popular, after seeing the way you sang and danced on stage

People were cheering and clapping by the end of your number, but you had so much more in store for them tonight

Especially if you knew you were being watched by a certain someone

You shake your hips a bit more and lift your skirt just enough to entice the crowd, give them something a little more to look forward too

Mimzy almost dies when you and Roxie do a number together, the guns and the flare, the white coats and dresses

People throwing roses at the two of you as you both exit the stage and Mimzy is fuming in her seat, no wonder her club is losing money when they have two acts practically running around naked on stage

Alastor meets you backstage in your dressing room where you’re freshening up your hair

Your manager comes in with Alastor in toe, his grin wide as he holds out a bouquet of roses.

¨You were great tonight dear!¨ He says, handing the flowers to you. Your dressing room has various bouquets all from him sitting on different shelves and tables.

¨Thank you so much, these will go right next to my mirror.¨ You say, taking the bouquet from Alastor with a kiss on his cheek. He smiles as he watches you put the bouquet next to your mirror.

¨ Would you like to get dinner dear? I hear a new restaurant has opened and it would be nice to give it a try. What do you say?¨ He asks, before you smile at him through the mirror.

¨I think I like that idea ¨ you say.

Heaven forbid anyone ever offend you in his presence, he WILL throw a fit and then go on a ten minute rant about how good of a dancer and singer you are.

Will sing with you while he plays the piano

Will ask you to sing for him whenever, but loves when you sing to him before bed

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin demon #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor

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Jaelyn's fic recs!

Fluff- 🧡

Smut - 💛

Part One! -> Part Two!

Alastor-

☆ Deer Dolly - Series by @ohproserpine 🧡

☆ for valentines day, i thought i'd buy a gun. By @ohproserpine

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose. 🧡💛?

☆ Alastor x Wife!Reader by @altruisticalastor

Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to 💛

☆ my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife by @iicarused

synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?

☆ come back to me by @iicarused

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?

☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛

☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused

synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡

☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡

☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly

summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. 🧡💛?

Johnnie Guilbert-

☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog

summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡

☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡

☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme

Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛

☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot

summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?

☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot

summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡

☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛

☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡

JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

#alastor x reader #jschlatt x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #ellie williams x reader #spiderman x reader #alex turner x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie roundtree x reader #brian quinn x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #judd birch x reader #peter quill x reader #loki x reader #fic recs

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multifandomfanatic02 · 3 months

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"You didn't know, pt.1"

Pairing: Alastor x fem!OC?? (pulled the name out of a hat honestly)

Warning: mentions of r*pe, detailed murder,

Summary: it was never mentioned as to why Alastor turned to murder. Maybe it could have been because he lost someone important to him? Who knows really?

a/n: I tried my best to stick to Alastor's character and respect his sexuality. If you think this needs any improvement or if you have some kind criticism, please let know! And if this liked enough I'll make a part two! (itsbeentwelveyearssinceihavewrittenanythingpleasebenice)

Spring of 1915

Alastor had been a victim of his mother's matchmaking since he was seventeen. Seven dates have been attempted in 5 years total.

No, he was more focused on his occupation as a writer. What Alastor was truly in love with, the smooth jazz that blessed his ears, to the dancing, the books. He was clearly an art enthusiast. And there was one artist's work he admired more than anything. Lillian Fletcher. She was a high position in a very popular magazine and newspaper. Decided what was trendy and what wasn't. While her job is more in the line of sales, Lillian's colleagues agree to let her put her own articles in them. They get hella cash flow.

Crazy as it is, no one has seen what she looked like. When conferences with celebrities happen, it's like she's there in spirit and the articles just show up in the papers one day. I guess you could say it's what Alastor admired about Lillian, she was obviously a humble woman. Someone who cared about her work as much as he did his. Even more so loved the same things he did.

A special night was approaching, Alastor was going to join the press as a journalist for a conference. Even get to do an interview with the famous guest. It was such a grand occasion, he wore his best suit. A black suit rimmed with red buttons and red seams around the collar and of course a red dress shirt underneath. Took the breath away from most of the women that glanced at him during the little shindig.

"Look at my handsome little man, I'm so proud of you, mon cœur." Alastor's mother beams at him with pride, rubbing her fingers against his cheek. He grabs her hand and guides her to the bar.

"Thanks mama, I'm really glad you get to be here with me tonight. Can't imagine anyone else to spend this night with, I mean that." Her eyes start to swell as tears spill out of them. He chuckles wiping them away with the back of his hand. The lights finally begin to dim and the guest comes out on stage. "It's time mama, I need to join the crowd." Alastor unpockets his pen and pad and walks to the chaos of the press unfolding before him.

2 hours gone by and he gets maybe 3 questions out of him. This guest isn't particularly nice. He's obviously rushing the journalist and being very um.. kind of an asshole with his replies. Then again it was to be expected from this one. It's why he's Alastor first real job after all.

"Can you please answer respectfully for once? Stop being an ass to the people who will write your story one day." Everything goes quiet and all heads turn to the back of the crowd. A woman.

"Who are you to speak to me that way, slut." He says giving her a disdainful expression.

"I apologize sir, I just want to know as to why you treat everyone like garbage."

"Miss.. does your husband know you are here." He scoffs, taken aback by the woman's comment.

"I am not married, sir." Her eyes are stoic, there's no signs of kidding on her face.

"That explains a lot. No one wants a woman with a mouth like that.. anyhow, ma'am I think you are done here. Guards! See to it that this.. woman.. leaves the building." He snaps his fingers calling the guards over.

Everyone in the crowd obviously disgusted by attitude. Who gave her the right to talk to HIM that way. Only one pair of eyes saw her differently than anyone else. Alastor. She was glorious. He has never seen someone so beautiful in AND out like this before. The woman wore a royal blue drop-waist dress made of silk and velvet with beads and tiers. Thick mid length hair pinned up in a bob, in attempt to keep it all in place. Pearls adorned her neck beautifully.

He walked out the building following loosely behind, his hand rubbing the back of his neck briefly.

"Are you alright, miss?" He speaks softly to her, trying to not speak the woman.

"Ah yes, thank you, I apologize for my behavior back there. You didn't have to come after me." She hugs her arms and paces back and forth, irritation clearly visible on her face.

"I believe it was very much needed. He certainly needed to be put in his place. Who better than you." Alastor's lips grew into a soft grin. She stopped pacing finally taking a really good look at him. Handsome, is all she thought. "May I ask for your name?" He bent down grabbing her hand kissing the back of it.

A blush flooded her face from her cheeks to the tips of the ears. "L-Lillian Fletcher... and you are?" He looked up in shock to her response, clearing his throat.

"My name is Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure indeed!" His smile turned into a starstruck expression. "So you are the Lillian Fletcher that works for the magazine?!" She nodded nervously as Alastor struggled to keep his cool. "I love your articles and sales pitches! It's what inspired me to shoot my shot with an actual job in journalism. I've been writing for as long as I can remember."

"I'm so glad to hear that, my job is my everything. I'm very passionate about it." Her hand hovers over her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Say, Ms. Fletcher, would you like to have dinner with me?" He holds out his arm for her to take as she gladly accepts, wrapping her hand around it with a smile.

"Call me Lili."

Summer of 1917

"How do I look, mama?" Lillian looked at her future mother in law, holding back her tears. Her knuckle grazed under her eyes to keep from ruining the makeup. The dress she wore was an ivory colored low v-neck dress full of lace and the sleeves were nothing but loose tassels. The most gorgeous wedding dress you'd have ever seen. Her hair was neatly curled and pinned up, feathered boa wrapped around her back and arms, elbow length silk gloves, a string of pearls around the neck, and finally a flower crown. Never has someone looked so elegant.

Alastors hands ran through his hair pacing around in the dressing room. No way was this perfect day about to happen for him. He never thought that one day he'd be married. Alastor has always kept to himself, never found anyone attractive enough. He believed the romance life wasn't for him. While it's partly true, he surely was in love deeply. However both agreed that they never wanted children. Never thought they needed to have intimacy to have love. It would be the perfect life with their work, passions and each other of course.

"Ooo honey, you are looking handsome. Can't wait for you to see Lillian. She's glowing." She says letting herself into his room. She walks towards and pulls him down by the collar to fix his bow tie. "My baby boy, finally getting married."

"Thank you mama, for everything. I'll be sure to pass on your jambalaya recipe to her." He snickers, getting a whack in the arm from her.

"Don't start with me now, boy, you're never to old for a whoopin. You hear me?"

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The wedding has started in the chapel and everyone takes their seats. Alastor already tearing up from the band playing music. His fingers fidgeting with eachother in front of him. His bride in all her glory walking down the aisle as if she was a star in the sky.

They took each other's hands holding their breaths as the priest gets through his speech. The wedding was very simple and short event. Due to both groom and bride's status, it was best to keep it a secret and only allow close family. Meaning Alastor's mom and their pet black cat.. Lucifer.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." That moment lasted for what felt like forever.

Winter of 1928.

Eleven years have passed, both are 34 years of age and their relationship has nothing but flourished since they were married.

Lillian has retired from her life of writing for the public to devote herself to her husband. It's been peaceful and life has never felt better. Alastor on the other hand was promoted to radio host as soon as they were being sold to consumers. It's one thing to write it all out on paper but another to broadcast his interviews and music live to listeners with similar interests. It was... a thrill to him. He and his wife have became quite the team on radio. She often helps him figure out pitches to his audience to boost it.

"Al dear, don't you think it's time for bed?" Lillian's hands wrapped around his neck and ran down his chest, leaning down enough to place a kiss on his head. "You've been working on next week's interview all day. Time to rest, darling."

He sighs and squeezes her hand before nodding. "Alright mon amour." He stands up dragging his feet to their shared bed, tucking each other in. Lillian stroked his hair in hopes to bring him some comfort. He pulls her into his chest. "I will never love anyone other than you. You are mine for eternity."

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"Why haven't you told me about this before?!"

"I just didn't want you to worry about it.. you've got a big show coming up soon."

"Hate to break it to you, darling, but someone stalking you is a lot more important to me than a damn show!" Lillian silenced herself, looking away from Alastor's gaze. "I'm staying home."

"No! You can't! That show is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"YOU are my one opportunity! If something happened to you.. I would go Insane." He gripped her shoulders tightly.

"Fine.. Let's make a deal, Al dear. You stay at home all week, but on the day of your show, we take extra precautions to the house and you go. After that you can stay home as much as you want." Lillian says in a serious tone and holds out her hand.

"Deal."

⛧ ⛧ ⛧

The day had finally come and both were feeling nervous. In truth, neither of them wanted Alastor to leave. But with the extra precautions in the house, there was no point in staying home. She was right, this chance will never come again.

The stalker in question had done this sort of thing to several women in the past, many of which had simply gone missing. The ones that were found had been abused and stabbed in the spine causing paralysis, and yes, dead. What a horrific way to die, they both thought. So far there have been 6 victims.

"Are you ready, dear?" Lillian asks helping his coat on. Alastor's expression looking out of place. He was scared and couldn't look her in the eyes, fearing it could be the last time he sees them.

"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He grabs her hand and holds it to his chest. His heart beat a mile a minute.

"You know I'm not allowed there anymore. Or have you forgotten?" She chuckles in attempt to comfort her husband. Obviously not working. Alastor was heartbroken, the only thing he could think of now was to hurry up and get his show done and over with so he can come home. Almost like it wasn't important anymore.

"I've got you a gift." He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. Lillian took the box and opened it, revealing a locket. 'Mon amour'. She opened it up to see a picture of them on their wedding day. Happy as can be. "No matter what happens know that you are the most important thing in my life." She smiled up at him and gave him a big hug before thanking him. It's beautiful.

"Time to go, my darling." She gives him one last passionate kiss before pushing his butt out the door and locking it. It was cruel to do that however, if it dwelled on it any longer he'd surely break his promise. In reality, she was panicking about being left alone. For good reason...

Alastor's body finally relaxed after 4 hours of his show, it was the most enjoyable one so far. Interviewing the mayor, he was a lot nicer than expected and obviously cared for his people. It wasn't until one of the new journalists came barging in that everything changed.

"Uh oh we've got some breaking news! A new victim of the killer. Our seventh victim is the magazine writer and trend-setter, Lillian Lili?!..." He held his breath as a lump formed in his throat. Immediately getting up, turning on his heels, and hurrying out of the building. His hands were shaking in hopes that she was at the very least still alive. Maybe this was a different situation.

Police and the press had already arrived hours before. Pushing through the crowd, a policeman placed a hand on his chest to keep him at bay.

"Are you Mrs. Lillian's husband?" The policeman asked. Alastor's glared down at the man keeping him away from his wife. "I'm afraid I have to tell you that she was killed. I cannot let you go on further for your own good."

"H-How did this happen.. the house was covered in as many locks as we could find! Wood bolted to the windows and-"

"It was not a break in, sir. He had been living in your cellar for what may have been... a week?." Alastor's color drained from his face. In the cellar? He had locked his wife in there with that criminal?

He pushed past the policeman and ducked under the police tape. No one stopped him in time before he saw the scene unfold in front of him. Just like the other women. She had been assaulted and puddles of blood ran from her back. Alastor drops to his knees and grips his hair, crying hysterically. Something snapped within him. His cries suddenly turned into insane laughter. It appalled everyone. He goes over and picks her up and cradles her lifeless body in his own. The blood staining his clothes.

"You can't do that! This is a crime scene! You can't mess with evidence. It belongs to the police department!" The police officer yelled at him. Alastor said nothing continuing to hold her. He knew what to do..

Winter of 1933

̷̍̇̄̐̂̏͊̒̈́ "Breaking News! We have an update on Paul Benjamin. You know the one serial killer who has had an open case for 20 years. Well.. HE'S DEAD HAHAHAHA!" Alastor beat on his desk laughing before clearing his throat. "I apologize for my outburst, it just about time it happened don't y'all agree?" He said calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I wonder who's next on this antihero's list."

It had been 5 years since Lillian's death. While he is working through the pain, his methods to cope is questionable. Four years ago Alastor had decided he wanted to deal with his wife's murderer himself. A year of following his movements and actions eventually paid off. A new addiction emerged to the surface. How easy it was to pierce human skin, to the screams of misery and pain. It was such an amazing feeling. Why stop there? There are people who deserve the same. Nine monsters.. nine people killed by Alastor's hand. Each deeply researched and carefully chosen.

The walk back home from the studio was peaceful. Nothing could make this night better. Many horrors have been removed from the streets of New Orleans thanks to him. Thankfully he was never suspected in any of them. Alastor was very particularly careful how he handled them. Every single seeming to be an accident or su**ide. To the public, it was almost like a miracle. But to the criminals themselves, they knew. Who was next on this mastermind's list? Paranoia set in to them all.

"Ahh what a day my dear, wish you could be here to see what I've accomplished." His laugh was maniacal. He removed his jacket and put it on the hanger on the door. "You are safe now, my darling. We're getting closer to having a free city of monsters."

"I knew it was you.." a voice whispered to Alastor from behind him, holding a knife to his neck. "The only monster left in this town is you, Al." Alastor stayed quiet and slowly reached for the knife in his vest pocket. "I d-don't want to kill you. I understand why you did it but your wife would not like this. Just submit yourself to the police and I will let you go."

He belted the insane laughter, making the man steadily walk backwards in fear. "Understand? You could never understand." Alastor swiped his finger across the cut on his neck left by the knife, and licking it. "I just enjoy doing it." He swiftly shoved the knife into the man's chest.

"Hmmm.. where to put this one. Ah I got it." Unlike all the others, this one was a surprise bonus to the collection. The only possible place to deal with this one was the forest a few acres behind his home. No one went in due to the stories of crytids and it being haunted. It was perfect.

He grabs the shovel sitting against the treeafter placing the corpse in the hole, filling it up with dirt. Upon hearing voices creeping upon him, he looked over his shoulder briefly just for everything to go dark.

"Uh.. I don't think that was a deer, Bill."

"What?"

Present day in Hell

"Congratulations, your highness. Never doubted you for a second. The hotel is starting to gain attraction. " Alastor bowed to Charlie with his hand on his chest.

"You know damn well you're only here for the entertainment. You even said it was a ridiculous idea." Vaggie tapped her feet and crossing her arms.

"Ah yes well... I apologize. Regardless I'm glad everything worked out this way." He gripped his cane, his static-y voice glitching out a bit.

"Speaking of attraction, don't you think it'd be a good idea to put out more commercials and articles about the hotel. Maybe the sinners will take it seriously this time." Charlie paced back and forth before looking to Alastor.

"Good idea! And I know just the person." The one he referred was a commonly feared overlord. One that could potentially out matched Alastor himself. Maere. The dream demon. His shtick was that he can sneak into nightmares and manipulate humans and sinners to sign away their souls for something as simple as a piece of clothing. A soul for an easily attainable item. Despicable.

All the souls he owns have been known to be abused within his possession. On top of it, he rents them out to customers for whatever they need. Because of his collection of talented souls, he has earned his spot in several companies from technology and fashion to restaurants and sinful services.

Now Alastor does not like dealing with demons like him. He was a murderer but only to those who deserve it or push his buttons. Being acquaintances with Maere was useful at times. In the past he has secretly helped free some of them from the contracts with him. This was not one of those times.

The square of pentagram city, where you will find all the fashion stores and new technology. Anything you may need really, including Maere's headquarters.

"Alastor! Our beloved radio demon. I figured your ass would show up around here at what point, old friend." He rubbed his cigarette between his fingers putting it in the ash tray before standing up to greet him.

"Ah ha ha.. don't call me that. I'm just here to do business." He swiped his dhoulder pad before putting both hands atop his cane. "I'm sure you've heard about princess Charlotte's hotel kicking up attention. I'm here to see if you have any souls that would be perfect in advertising the hotel. Someone who is persuasive and talented with writing."

"Hmmm I may have someone like that. Only if you promise to STOP RELEASING THEM FROM MY CONTRACTS!" He held out his hand in hopes of agreeing on a deal.

"I guess I could.. fine, you've got a deal." He grapped Maere's hand, shaking it. Maere grips his hand and leans closer to Alastor.

"I mean it. You're dead if you do." Alastor's expression stayed composed.

. . . . .

"Let me introduce you to my star saleswoman. She does a lot of the Vees advertisements in tv, newspaper, and magazine. Quite the talented one if I do say so myself. She's good for other things as well if you kbow what I mean." He was quite a cruel 'master'. Every single soul he owned was only allowed to do anything unless they are rented or if he decides to use them. And the way he made sure were restraints on both the face and arms. A metal mask was bolted to behind there heads covering their whole face with matching metal restraints that kept their forearms tight against their backs.

This woman was no different. On the other hand, her clothing was rather elegant. A beautiful evening gown that looked like it'd have been popular in the 1920s. It was a loose-fitting floor length dress that flared at the knees; low v-neck, flowy mesh sleeves. The base of it was red silk while the outside was full of fringe and black lace details. Her hair was black with curls that reached her shoulders, with long ears sticking out the top of her head. Little fluffy tail sticking out the back of her dress, and to top it off were her very long paws. I guess her feet were to big to find shoes for her. A rabbit demon?

"Does this one at the very least have a name?" Alastor questioned Maere. He thought about it before snapping his fingers.

"Ah yes! She is soul 19,281!" He pushed her into Alastor's chest, making her stumble and drop something off around her neck. Maere released her from the restraints letting her scramble for the necklace on the ground. He disappeared letting Alastor do his thing.

"I despise having to do dealings with that demon. Are you alright little lady." Alastor leaned down to grab the necklace for her. A locket? He opened it seeing the inside, having it suddenly be ripped from his hand. It was him and his wife. The two finally gazed up at each other in awe.

"...Lili?"

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pebblethestone · 3 months

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One Wrong Action ⁵

Vox x Reader /Alastor's sibling

Summary - having Dinner with Vox old memories come up how will the night end?

Masterlist

One Wrong Action Masterlist

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6.

Words - 1330

Warrings - swearing, cannibalism, blood, cigarettes and mentions of blood and cannibalism

A/n - back with another chapter, have been quite busy lately but I have othe oneshots am working on now as well and anther story for Alastor. Vox a little out of character??

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Keeping an eye on the food you were cutting on the chopping board, making loud chopped sounds from your kitchen, you had decided that you needed a little break from the hotel today, and it was the night when you stupidly agreed to have that dinner with Vox.

Glaring over the time on the old clock. You turn on the stove and start cooking some stake well let's just say it's stake, your ears perking up and hearing someone knock on your door. Forming a shadow to look after the food you're cooking so you can open the door.

Walking over to the door you see Vox standing there with a bottle of wine. As he smiles a little nervous.

“I sure hope I came on time,” he says his smirk returning to his TV.

“I would say, but you're a bit early. And I haven't finished the food yet, you know where the table is,” you say heading back into the kitchen. looking at the food, seeing that it's almost done cooking.

“This place hasn't changed at all, but you did get rid of that TV I got you” you hear from behind you Turning your head to the side slightly.

“Hmm, I saw no point in having it at all” you say, you did use it but broke it because you got angry at it because it wasn't working, but you tried to fix it let's just say it went up in flames.

He still stands at the doorway way watching you you as you do your cooking. What a weirdo.

--flashback--

Cutting up food as you pick it up putting it into a pot, as you hum to the jazz music playing from your radio as you carry on copping some more food as you feel claws on your side and someone leaning on you, Turning your head a little

“Hi there Mr,” you say a smile forming on your face as he hugs you from behind.

“Hay there handsome/Beautiful, how about a little dance?” he says, letting go of the knife in your hand as he pulls you out into the opening of the big kitchen, moving around gently to the slow music playing.

Letting out a laugh as he twirls you around and then you do the same for you as he lets out a small chuckle pulling you closer to him

“If Alastor saw this I don't think he would appreciate that you're dancing with his sibling mm,” you say a lazy smile on your face.

“Well, he's busy doing something isn't he?” he says to you as you shrug your shoulders. As you both move around slowly round in circles

“I think he'll probably come over tomorrow, maybe we should tell him we're together, he is your friend after all,” you say as you lean your head on his shoulder giving him a small peak at his screen.

“I don't want him to murder me, he's very protective of you” you hear him say a little worried letting your head up to look at you.

“Hmm, yeah you're right, we can wait another time then hon,” you say the both of you slowing to the music ends.

After the both of you had dinner you both went to your room falling asleep as he cuddled you

Let's just say you had to come up with a plan to get him out of the house when Alastor was there and he came out the window and cracked his screen.

--back to the present--

Your grip on the knife tightens at the memory as Vox still leans on the doorway of the kitchen your eyes landing on the pan with the stakes seeing if it is ready and it is.

Turing around to open a cupboard seeing that it was already open, Vox already there holding the plates, to hand them over to you.

“Thank you,” you say taking the plates from his hands putting them onto the counter and putting the food onto it neatly so it would look nice.

“how about you bring the wine glasses back to the table and I'll take the food?” you say watching as he opens and closes the cupboards to find the wine glasses.

“sounds great,” he says as his TV screen lights up brighter once he finds them he walks ahead of you to the table placing the glasses down and you place the plates of food down. As you're about to move your chair Vox has already moved the chair for you to sit on.

“For you” he says, taking a seat and moving it towards the table watching Vox going over to the other side and getting into his chair. He takes the bottle of red wine into his hands and he pours you a glass then himself.

“thank you Vox,” you say softly taking the wine glass and holding it in your hand as you take a sip of it your eyes widen, it was always so difficult to find this wine.

“Where did you get this, I've been looking all over for it,” you say leaning forward as you eye him.

“Well that's a secret, I have my ways,” he says a smirk displayed on his face as you let out a huff. As you both eat. (let's say he can eat food for the sake of this story)

“Well, I'll just have to dig them out of you at some point I guess,” you say challenging him.

“Well, how else would I keep you around, if I can't give you your favourite wine?” he says as you let out a laugh.

“I'll find out where to get it soon enough, now how was the food” you say his plate was empty and the wine you both were drinking was also not empty your eyes travel from his suit to bus face his suit looking a bit more relaxed then what he normally wears.

The both of you had drank a bit of alcohol well let's say a lot you were a little tippy your mind all over the place.

“Well Y/n, it's getting late and you're a little bit drunk” you hear from beside you, wait how much did you drink again? Moving your eyes to look at Vox, guessing he didn't drink as much as you had.

“Huh? What time is it?” you say your eyes droopy as you feel tired.

“I think it might just be your bedtime” Be says as he stands in front of you helping you up, slapping his hands off you as he tries to help you get up.

“no touching,” you say as a warning to him, watching him back off but keeping close in case you decide to fall.

“Well, you've got to get to bed one way or another Doll, come on,” he says taking your wrist and taking you to your room, once you had got in you somehow tried over something, falling on top of Vox as your eyes widened. Both are in a weird pose.

“shit!” you say as you scramble off, in a rush you face Turing a little red as Vox buffers.

“Vox?” you say, still glitching out as you shake him a little. The alcohol is still in your system.

“What?!” He says snapping out of it as he stands up and dusts himself off. You flop down onto your bed face first.

“Well, you look cosy, don't you? What about me?” Vox says but you are already falling asleep as he sighs watching you sleep he moves you into the bed properly pulling the covers over you. He takes a brand new phone out and puts it down on your bedside unit. As he leaves he takes one last look at you before Turning the lights off.

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“It's time to rise and shine!” you hear a voice say as you let out a groan as light hits you in the face, seeing Alastor.

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Part 5

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cupidsyndrome · 2 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ME AND MR WOLF.

🏹 MURDER, FALSE ROMANCE. 985 WORDS. 💌 nothing worse than a wolf in disguise. careful not to be fooled. 🩷 cw. human!alastor. suggestive. straight up murder. alastor needs his own warning.

freshly moved from the countryside, it’s easy to feel oh-so out of place here– amidst the dimly lit speakeasy that your friend has been urging you to go to. you vaguely remember hearing the song it’s a sin to tell a lie some time ago over the radio: this time, it’s live. you can feel each chord reverberating in your very own body, heart playing along the beat. humming along to it as your eyes desperately search for your friend that seemed to have disappeared– the smoke lingering in the air makes it hard to see, to even breathe.

a couple making their way out bump into you, sending you stumbling towards someone. to keep your balance, your hands instinctively find their way to the stranger’s chest– it’s an awkward situation, to say the least, and the way his gaze drops to your hands with annoyance makes you want to bury yourself 6 feet under.

“my apologies,” you try, stammering.

the stranger seemed more relaxed at that, eyeing you up and down without a care in the world.

“no need, sugar.”

you frown at that– something about his voice felt familiar, “i think i know you.”

his face falls at that. uncertainty tainting his face as one his eyes twitches. have you done something wrong ? the atmosphere feels suffocating as you struggle to find the words to explain yourself– he doesn’t bother helping either, hard gaze stuck on you.

“i.. i must apologise again, sir. knowing would’ve been the wrong word. i’m a listener of your shows.”

a scoff.

then, a full-on laugh.

as the sound of his laughter fills the air, mingling with the lingering notes of the jazz band– your stomach churns, something akin to feeling butterflies. it's a warm, rich sound that washes over you, momentarily easing the tension that hangs between the two of you. his laugh attracts the dirty looks of a few other customers– he doesn’t mind it.

“well, darlin’,” he muses, a playful twinkle in his eyes, “if you’re a fan, then i reckon we’re practically ol’ pals !”

the night went on, with the stranger– alastor, you’ve learned– never leaving your side. the hours slipping away in a haze of laughter and shared drinks. the once-crowded room now dwindled as patrons found themselves wandering into the moonlit streets. with the fading strains of down hearted blues, an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. would you ever have the chance to meet him again after tonight ? would he even wish to ?

but alastor seems to be more understanding of your silent dilemma than what you would’ve thought. he leans close, lips brushing against your cheek– velvety voice making you an offer. and so, you push your doubts to the side, eagerly nodding to accept.

on the walk to your house, his hand finds your waist, keeping you close to him. it’s comforting, and you start to think that you could get used to this, someday.

[...]

you tell him to make himself home and he does, oh-so effortlessly. as his coat gets tossed somewhere on your couch– he rolls off his sleeves, forearms adorned with lengthy scars that makes your face twist in worry for him.

“goodness, alastor! those must’ve hurt.”

he offers you a smile, gloved hand twirling a strand of your hair.

“you should be worryin’ for yourself, cher.”

the term catches you off guard, and a blush blooms across your cheeks, the warmth spreading like wildfire. it catches you so off guard that your mind won’t even try to comprehend his words. there’s red signs flashing through your mind but you don’t pay attention to any of them as you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the man standing before you. he’s too charming for his own good, you think– even worse so for yours.

“what’re you thinkin’ about ? focus on me.”

as your back hits the wall, you stumble over your words. he’s close– too close for this to be considered respectable between two strangers. his left hand is on the wall, a few inches from your head, as his right hand grabs the point of your chin: keeping you in place, right where he wants you to stay. you find it difficult to breathe– imagination running wild, conjuring up scenarios that leave your mind dizzy with need.

his lips finds yours in a heated kiss, a collusion full of passion that threatens to consume you whole. each movement fuels a primal need– and you can’t help but moan at the feeling, the heat of his body radiating against yours in waves.

the hand that once grabbed your chin now tightens around your throat, cutting your airways in a grip that feels foreign– yet pleasurable for the most part. still, it makes you uncomfortable and you whimper: wishing to let him know, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t know just how strong he was. alastor breaks off the kiss and relief floods through you for a moment.

your eyes flutter open.

the illusion breaks.

the man standing before you looks like alastor, but doesn’t feel like the man you’ve met earlier. his facade crumbles off in an instant– a chilling bored gaze never leaving yours. the sudden panic filling up your eyes doesn’t faze him, as he continues to strangle you with a vice-like grip.

lungs burning, you try to gasp for air as his left hand joins the deadly embrace. when you realise that the monster wouldn’t take mercy on you, your fingers start tightening around his forearms the best you could– nails digging into the very same scars you’ve pitied him for.

the realisation puts tears into your eyes– what a fool you’ve been.

and as the world begins to blur, mind falling in and out of consciousness, you’re met with the mocking smile of the very same stranger you’ve brought home.

“have a good sleep, sugar.”

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 19 days

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Do you have some Alastor headcanons?

* his first victim was his abusive father; he killed him to protect his mother. She later helped with drowning old bastard's body in the swamp.

* his crimes during his life on earth were largely class-motivated revenge. You know, he was a mixed-race person in the USA during Jim Crow's era so his life wasn't easy. He murdered white, privileged people and ate them as an act of final humiliation. It was a statement, you are nothing more than other animals to me.

* his disdain for people in power was also the reason why he started his career in Hell by killing Overlords.

* he always has been a very spiritual person; it just helped him keep going when the world around him sucked. Also, I think that later it helped him harness his powers since he was already in touch with his energy.

* he loves booze; not to an unhealthy degree (what even is an unhealthy degree when you are dead?) but he likes starting his day with an Old Fashioned or ten. Helps keep things whimsical.

* he absolutely adores electro swing but out of spite doesn't listen to it because Vox introduced it to him. His favorite genres are swing and jazz.

* above all he values his personal freedom; that's why he's determined to avoid close relationships that could potentially be a burden and require him to make sacrifices but also make him dependent. That's why he finds it easy to be (platonically) intimate with Rosie. She's equally powerful, gives him all the space he needs, and doesn't expect anything of him except having a good time together. I've become a huge RadioRose trash recently sksks

* he would love reality TV. Don't @ me, this man said I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful, and fail spectacularly, I wholeheartedly believe he would binge-watch Hell's Kitchen.

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cemeteryspider · 2 months

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Ballet on the Bayou Pt. 5 ~ Finale

Alastor x Ballerina! Reader

Summary: The Final Bow

Trigger Warnings: Death, loss, and mentions of murder

Word Count: 764

Ballet on the Bayou Masterlist

You felt your wings charr on the way down. The lovely white feathers turn to ash around you. Your skin grayed as you fell from Heaven. You stared up and disappointed faces stared down. Their faces disappeared and your pain and anticipation grew.

Your tutu blackened and your pointe shoes as well. Once the sky around you transformed into a dark crimson you knew you were closer than you had been in years.

When you hit the ground it was less painful then the actual falling. Striking the ground knocked you unconscious. There you waited.

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Alastor was doing his broadcast, as usual casting the sounds of the Pride Rings previous overlords when he saw something of a shooting star crash near the hotel.

Usually things falling from the sky did not warrant his attention. However, the tug on his blackened heart strings told him to investigate. Taking a stroll to where he saw the thing hit, he saw the most beautiful creature laying at the bottom of the pit.

After many years of being apart, the two of you were finally reunited. Carefully he pulled your limp body from the crater, and began to walk back to the safe haven of the hotel.

Unconsciously, you snuggled your face into his chest, and he couldn't help but widen his grin at the gesture. He carried you into his studio and set you gently on the velvet couch just as he did in the living world so many years ago, and placed a jazz vinyl on the record player.

Silently he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, and waited for you to wake up.

Years and eternal lives apart, some things never did change.

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"Wait, so you're telling me that you fell from heaven, for Smiles?" Angel looked flabbergasted at this revelation, but Husk, who had heard this story many times before, looked almost content.

After all, his "overseer" became a different person once you entered his afterlife. Less demanding, less angry, more human if it made any sense. Not only this but you were a great person to talk to, if he were to go to anyone to talk about HIS problems with, it would be you. Somehow you changed him, whatever it was inside Alastor that made him happy lied with you.

Vaggie was untrusting of you, partly because you had fallen, and partly because of your relationship with Alastor. She's warming up, and after hearing your story, maybe thinks she judged you too soon. You knew you would probably never fully gain her confidence, but you were content being acquaintances with your fellow fallen angel.

You did agree to work at the hotel for Charlie for as long as she wanted you there. Despite your love for Charlie and the hotel you wanted something more. So you decided to look around for places who wanted your performing arts.

You often found yourself working at different places in need of a more "classy act". Charlie even had you dance as a promotion for the hotel. Sinners came from far and wide to watch you dance on the hotel's small stage. Some even decided to stay at the hotel for rehabilitation.

You loved every minute of the attention. Especially the dozen of black roses left by yours truly.

You often sat in on Alastor's broadcasts allowing yourself to get lost in his voice even when he was talking about absolutely nothing at all. Sometimes you would fall asleep on the velvet couch in his recording studio, and he would happily watch you as he spoke to his listeners.

Life in Hell wasn't like Heaven at all, but you didn't mind the smell of death, the crimson red sky, or your newly darkened wings. Alastor was all you ever needed. That rang true for the afterlife as well.

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One day when you decided you would be performing the Black Swan pas de deux, you couldn't help but ask Alastor to be your prince. On the small stage Lucifer had put in just for you, you taught him to dance.

Alastor was a fast learner and effortlessly lifted you from the stage floor as if you weighed nothing. He dipped you forward, so your head arched over your back and you winked at the audience.

In your shared dressing room for after the performance were two matching black bouquets of red and black roses.

Your dreams, the ones from when you were alive, and from when you were in Heaven all came true. With a touch of irony, you had everything you've ever wanted in Hell.

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 6 days

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Okay, Retro Reader gets caught plotting to kill Alastor. I mean if they are gonna try to kill Val at first.... Vox is basically Obsessed with Alastor... he will be see as a threat. Would Vox try to completely shut that down, would it become a couples thing for them?

Alastor would immediately pull out the adoption papers. Bloody thirsty but otherwise well-mannered? Adopted. To Retros dismay, of course. Alastor seems to have a fondness for people like them, especially Niffty- both are obsessive and crazed housewives, Retro is just calmer and sweeter. More reasonable.

Anyway, Retro probably adores Alastors radio and his radio show. First time he started broadcasting again? They were listening every day. Then they found out he had history with Vox, and… well, they tracked Alastor down. Alastor took one look at the angry person at the door and just grinned. He Knew. Retro can’t take on an Overlord in a serious fight, but Alastor is actually quite amused, so they end up doing pretty well. He doesn’t want to hurt them too badly, after all.

Retro grows a bit frustrated (very angry) and takes another stab at him. At this point Alastor has taken the most hits he’s had in a while- all minor, of course. Keep in mind, witty back and forth banter has been ensuing this entire time.

“You seemed to be a nice fellow, it’s a shame I have to kill you.”

“You seem to be an interesting individual, it’s a shame I have to die.”

“I quite enjoy your radio show, I’m going to miss listening to it in the evenings.”

“You have excellent tastes, my dear! Quite unique indeed.”

“You’re the only one who plays jazz music when I’m preparing dinner for my darling husband.”

“Well, I’m flattered you enjoy my show so much. It’s always a joy to meet a fan. Is your husband a fan as well?”

“Ha! Vox? No, not at all, he stopped listening ages ago!”

“Wait- Vox?”

And then it’s click into place. Alastor would grin even wider because it’s so perfect. He ends up sorting things out with Retro, and upon learning he’s aroace, Retro is much more civil about the situation. They recognize Alastor has no interest in Vox like that, and they’re back to being polite again. Vox was probably watching the entire thing on camera, enjoying every moment, knowing Retro wasn’t in any real danger even when trying to kill the Radio Demon.

So anyway, Alastor and Retro would definitely end up being gossip buddies. They get together with Rosie for tea all the time. All The Time. Rosie and Retro will use slang and he’ll be so confused.

Vox wouldn’t be anticipating the shift in Retros relationship to Al at all. He’s actually a little disappointed that the attempted murder didn’t last longer. He’s mostly annoyed that Alastor has the audacity to talk to his wife and give tips on fashion and food- how dare he criticize them! They’re perfect! Retro doesn’t mind at all. Vox ends up taking it as an opportunity to get information on Alastor, except it doesn’t work out too well.

Retro knows both modern and old slang, so they end up talking with a lot of early 1900’s slang after meeting with Alastor. Which is incomprehensible to Vox, since he’s all about change and has probably forgotten most of it by now. He is pleased that Retro is calling him their ‘beau’, though. He has no idea what to make of it, but that one stuck pretty well, and he enjoys the endearing name.

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Prey of Hell - Chapter 0

Alastor x Buné (OC)

Chapter 0: Prologue Next Chapter

“Quite a pleasure to be reporting this incident, quite a pleasure! However, what happened to this young lady is no pleasure! Famous ringleader, ?̵͓̱̞̘̌̍̆?̷̡̨͖̲͆̕?̴͖͙̝͚̀͐͑?̶͉̳̿͌͘?̸̳̌?̵̨͓̦̰͒?̸̧̖̅̒?̷̭͈̱͕͗̐̓, dead at 25! Such a tragedy I’m afraid, mauled to death by her very own tiger in front of her audience! What a way to go!” The radio host began, starting out his broadcast with his usual greeting. He sat in his radio tower, far from the majority of civilization. The tone in his voice seemed too lighthearted to be reporting this occurrence, especially because he had known the very woman who had lost her life.

“Reports say there was blood of a rabbit on her from previously feeding the tiger, and later on during her performance, the tiger attacked her! Ripping her to complete shreds. Guess you could say the tiger pulled a few limbs, huh?” He continued, a laugh track playing in the background after every cruel joke that was made.

“Now as one may know, I frequently announced for her shows whenever her dear announcer was out! Such an interesting soul might I say, she sure did live for entertainment, haha! Even dead, she is causing a show! Police are now looking into her for multiple accounts of murder, swept under the rug by using her own circus as a cover up. Mentions of abuse from the previous owners are also being looked into, however, nothing is confirmed! What an interesting case!” He announced, his radio show being broadcasted to everyone in the city of New Orleans.

“This case is one that is so vexing, a ringleader accused of something as serious as murder. Especially one that had such a famous circus, popular amongst people of all ages. It’s been deducted to nothing but a coverup for something much more dark, the circus owners being a line of horrendously horrible people! Only recently has the circus been exposed for these activities due to the death of their darling ringleader. She was a 25 year old woman, known for her brilliant entertainment skills. Her act was one for animal lovers, using a tiger to carry the show for her. However, in her most recent show, the tiger ate her alive in front of the crowd she adored. It really was a show stopping last performance!” The radio host continued explaining this tragic tale, entertaining his very own viewers in the process. There was something so sinister about this case that he enjoyed, making him smile at just the thought of the truth being uncovered.

“It truly breaks my heart knowing I had offered to be the substitute announcer for such a deranged woman. If I had known all of this beforehand, there is no way I would have said yes!” And with that, the radio host continued his broadcast for hours, switching from reports of this to reports of other news, as well as the most recent hit jazz songs. All the while this was happening, a new demon manifested itself in Hell.

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A woman fell from the sky, landing straight into Pentagram City. Her fall was the farthest thing from angelic, which made perfect sense, because she was the farthest thing from an angel. She gasped in pain as she hit the cold and dark floor, regaining consciousness. She shook her head, feeling something atop of it move with her shaking. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her hands, realizing that they were now long, white claws fading into a light pink at her fingertips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at her legs, which were now adorned with stockings. Her right leg had a very vibrant pink fabric covering it, a line of X’s traveling down to her ankle. The other leg held a white stocking, striped with very thin lines of black. Looking down to her feet, there were two heels on them. The heels were a dark maroon, matching the shorts she had noticed she was wearing. In addition to this, there seemed to be a coat resting on her body. The ends were torn, looking as if it had been shredded. Attached to her waist was a golden whip, leading to many ideas in her twisted mind. As her eyes trailed further up, she saw epaulets sitting on her shoulder. Looking straight down, she saw a vibrant pink and gold bowtie attached to her neck. She smiled, she loved the color pink! On the other hand, she had absolutely no clue where she was.

The smaller woman stood up, shaking her head once more, checking out her surroundings. She appeared to be in a city, although not a nice one. It was covered in trash and fire, and if a city could scream, it would. There were strange looking people running around the streets, cars on fire, people laying dead on the ground, and trash littered along the sidewalks. A moment of realization hit her, remembering her death. The memories struck her like a flash of lightning.

She remembered her past life as a ringleader, hosting many events at a circus. Without much thinking, she remembered the name of said circus with ease. The Stellar Cirque. She recalled her last moments, the very tiger she owned attacking her as if she were prey. It tore her to shreds, taking her limb by limb. All in front of her audience too. They wished they could look away from the violent scene, but something compelled them to keep watching. She remembered feeding the tiger earlier that day, giving it a rabbit that it enjoyed. Rabbit blood splattered her clothes and neck as she fed the tiger, resulting in her inevitable death. The tiger smelled food, saw food, and ate food. Albeit, that food was her. She remembered her name, vowing to never let anyone know what it actually was. And from then on, she was known as Buné.

She walked out of the alley she had fallen into, walking out onto the sidewalk. Prancing past a store, she was her reflection in the glass window. Her hair was now a shade of pink between vibrant and pastel, pulled into a bun sitting just above the back of her neck. Her eyes were a dark pink, and her sclera were a light pink. On her head rested two bunny ears, starting at pink and cut into white at the top. Between those fluffy rabbit ears was a dark maroon hat with a vibrant pink ribbon on it, a bow with a long trail on the back of her hat. Her face was relatively the same, although her skin was pure white. Her cheeks had circles of lively pink on them and a light purple shade of eyeshadow was present on her eyelids. Her eyelashes were abnormally long, but most of all, her nose was a small nose that resembled a bunny. She stared at her reflection and let out a giggle, the irony of her new form.

“What a cruel joke!” Buné grinned, watching her hands trail up to her ears as she felt them. Fluffy, how weird. Something caught her attention as she stared, her neck. There was a massive scar that appeared on her neck, a claw mark. It didn’t end on her neck, so it was safe to assume it continued onto her torso. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Damn cats.” She sighed, continuing her walk through this new environment.

Buné looked up into the sky, seeing a giant pentagram looming above. Her mouth parted slightly as all of the clues started adding themselves up. Then, she smiled, reflecting on her very obvious crimes. “So, I’ve made it to Hell! Yay!” She cheered, thankful she still had consciousness. Her mind trailed back to all of the wrongdoings and crimes she had committed, starting from something as small as theft. Then, it led to bigger things, such as murder. Taking the lives of others had always given her an adrenaline rush she chased after, never wanting to leave that high. Her victims trusted her so easily, she appeared like a sweet woman who had a love for show business. But oh, were they wrong. She let out another laugh as she continued walking down the streets of Hell, soaking in the new cityscape she was bound to get used to. So many things were on fire, so many people were screaming

A strange man approached her, he was tall and much more built than her. His skin was a dull gray and he wore torn brown clothes. He had blackened horns that were the size of her very own ears, yet they were much more curved. His voice was raspy as he spoke, “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?”

Buné narrowed her eyes at this, putting her claws on her whip that was attached to its holder on her waist. She kept her cool, realizing she had no reason to be hostile towards him, but still very aware of anything that he could try. “What a glacé sweet you are!” She smiled, showing him her sharp teeth that she had yet to realize she had.

He gave a sinister smile back, putting his slimy hand on her shoulder. This caused Buné to grab the dark maroon handle of her whip, ready to take it out if need be. “What do you say, we go to a more private place?” He slurred out, blinking slowly at her.

Buné rolled her eyes, looking up to him with an unreadable gaze. “No need. I wouldn’t engage in such activities with someone like yourself.” She giggled, grabbing his hand and removing it from her shoulder pad.

The sinner did not take this well, growling at her response. “What makes you think you could even do that with me?!” He hissed, balling his fists at her. Buné grinned and took out her whip, ready to try it out. She only arrived a few minutes ago, and she was already getting into conflict! She lashed it against the concrete, hitting it hardly. As it hit, pink electricity sparked from it. She looked down at it and possibilities ran through her mind.

Buné pulled the whip back up towards herself. “Say, could I try this out on you?” She asked, tilting her head as she questioned him. He looked at her with disgust, but that didn’t last. She backed up and raised the whip, hitting him with a splash of electricity bolting through him. His eyes became like spirals and for a split second, he seemed almost unconscious, as if he were having a daydream. After 5 seconds of this state, he regained his thoughts. His expression went from angry to fearful, and his eyes widened.

“What the fuck was that? What the fuck did I just see? Who the hell are you?” He screamed at her in hurt, as well as pure horror. His thoughts raced as he brought his hand up to his head, stars spinning around his head.

“Whatever do you mean?” The rabbit demon asked, confused. All she did was hit him, nothing more had happened.

“I-I saw a tiger! It fucking jumped at me! I felt myself get torn to shreds! I saw the crowd cheering for it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed, backing away slowly.

Buné’s eyes lit up with excitement. She saw that very scene as she died! How come he saw it too? All she did was hit him with her whip! “Oh? Do tell me more!” She excitedly started walking towards him, grabbing her whip. She held it out once more, striking him twice with force. He stayed still for what seemed to be twice as long, his dazed state returning to him. After that, he jumped back into himself. He gasped and screamed, rubbing his eyes as tears began to form.

“Fuck you!” He said as he ran off, giving no more context to what he saw.

The short rabbit demon pondered for a second and looked down at her whip, which was still shooting out pink bolts of electricity. She grinned to herself, putting it back into its place. “Fascinating!” She exclaimed, continuing her way down the sidewalk.

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And with that, Buné quickly gained popularity for all of the wrong reasons. She found out quickly just what exactly she could do. Manipulate people’s thoughts into her own. She could take her memories from life and make them see the exact same thing with just a touch of her whip, replacing her in those memories for them.

She learned she could turn into something much more frightening on her own will. Thick, black horns would sprout from her head as her hat fell. Her eyes would glow with the same vibrant pink, and glowing stitches keeping her limbs together would appear. She realized she could remove her limbs in this state, as well as her own organs. It always made for the perfect party trick. There was much more to learn about herself as the years passed by.

After 8 years, a new demon manifested itself into the same hell Buné adored. He rose quicker than she did, earning himself the radio demon title. And something about that name, Alastor, rang a bell in her dark mind. The same Alastor that occasionally did the announcements at her beloved circus. She made it her goal to see him again, although she knew he probably did not remember her, she just needed some source of entertainment in this hell that she would spend eternity in.

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It was early in the morning and walking down the streets of Hell, Buné spotted exactly who she had been looking for. In front of the tailors’, she recognized his face, although his form was much different from the form she had last seen him in. He was much taller than her and his tanned skin was no longer that, and instead it was gray. His hair was bright red and was black at the bottom, shortening as it led to the back. Atop of his head were two fluffy ears, sharing the same color as his hair, into a black just like the bottom of his hair. Although it was difficult to see, two small antlers were present next to his ear. A deer, how cute! Buné giggled to herself. A red tinted monocle rested on his face, as well as a giant smile showing off his yellow colored teeth. His eyes were sharp and firm despite his smile. Above his eyes seemed to have dark red of some sort, almost like eyeshadow. He had a black and red bowtie, much like her own, and a bright red and striped suit, paired with black pants. The radio host wielded a microphone, the same bright red being repeated throughout his appearance.

Buné’s eyes lit up, bringing her hands up to her chest and shaking them with excitement. She giggled and speed-walked towards him, excited to see the only other person she knew during her life. She ran behind him, tapping him on the back with her pointer claw. Alastor turned around, only to see no one there. His smile remained but his eyes furrowed in annoyance, only to receive another tap on his back once more. He turned around to see a shorter demon, resembling closely to a rabbit. He recognized her as the infamous rabbit demon, Buné. However he quickly realized that it was the same woman he reported a gruesome death on years ago in life. The same one he used to know decently, as he announced for her shows. He looked down at her, and before he could say anything she spoke up. “Alastor! I found you!” She giggled and put her hands on her hips.

Alastor’s eyes were unreadable as he responded. “Buné! I remember you quite well, you were a force to be reckoned with, dear.” He bent down and touched her nose gently with one of his fingers. Buné laughed in response as Alastor stood back up straight.

“You are the only familiar face I recognize in Hell. I figured I’d locate you!” Buné admitted, she had known literally no one else in Hell, and to know someone caused her much relief. She could handle herself fine, but knowing someone made things much more comforting. She had been alone in Hell for 8 years.

Alastor nodded politely in understanding. “I completely understand! I too know no one else, but you showed up just on time. I remember reporting your death, quite the flashy one I might add!” He took his microphone in front of him and rested both of his hands on top of it.

Buné’s eyes widened and she looked away in embarrassment. Oh, he reported my death. That’s nothing short of embarrassing. She thought to herself, before speaking. “Ah, yes. A betrayal from my own animal. Nonetheless, in front of my audience, a total embarrassment!” She shook her head, not proud of her death.

Alastor laughed at her reaction, unable to disagree with her. “Yes, and to be exposed for all of your horrendous crimes right after! I would have never guessed you were such a violent woman, Buné, dear.” He looked down at her, almost expecting answers from her.

Buné looked back up at him, confusion creeping onto her face. “Oh? The authorities actually found out about all of my side hobbies?” She questioned, tilting her head to the left a little.

Alastor turned to face the sidewalk, offering her his arm. “Of course! Join me on an outing and I shall tell you everything you wish to know about the results of your death.” He suggested, causing Buné to nod and take his arm as they began to walk down the sidewalk. Truly a start of a new friendship, one that could possibly shake this entire city of Hell, causing trouble like never before. ───────── ∘°𖤐°∘ ─────────

Thank you for reading the prologue! This is just a small project I'm working on, I have many drawings of her if you guys would like to see! My AO3 is swayingluv, it is also posted on there :)

Please don't be harsh, this is my first time writing anything and posting it! If people like this I might try to update more often. Thank you for your time, have a wonderful day/night <3

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