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zwolfgames · 2 months

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|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

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Warnings: Alastor, condescending behavior, off putting interactions.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2 (You are here), Part 3

The two of you sat peacefully on the kitchen floor for quite a while. Alastor asked you about songs and he showed you his favourite's in return.

It was quite a sweet moment, considering the situation. Listening music during an extermination. Who would have tought?

Alastor hums along to a song he put on. You have to admit, he has a soothing voice. Indeed perfect for a radio host.

A violent scream of pain from outside shook you out of the calmness.

You had almost forgotten about the death outside...

Alastor eyes you curiously.

You may not know it, but he finds you calming to look at. No sharp edges... that big jellyfish cap. You look.. lets say, squishable.

Tough he knows better then to touch now.

"You aren't scared, are you?" Alastor hums in a sing song manner. Teasing smile on his lips as usual.

"There's no need to be scared when I'm here to protect you." He further widens his grin. You just nod meekly, opting to agree with anything he may say to spare your life.

"Y/N, dear. Don't you think you'd look better with a smile?" Alastor tilts his head so he can look right at you, trough the veil of stinging tendrils.

"No... not really? I don't have a lot to smile about." You blink up at him blankly. You see him tilt his head to the side in either curioustity or annoyance.

"How about you smile for me?" Alastor seems to smile even wider at his own ideas.

You attempt a little smile as to not get murdered on the spot.

Alastor seems content and had to stop himself from tilting your chin up to see better. Tough the only thing really stopping him were your tendrils.

"Y/N, is there perhaps a way for you to not sting?" Alastor asks.. way too obviously.

"No." You answer without hesitation. And even if there was, you wouldn't ever turn them off. Hell is dangerous and this guy is especially dangerous.

"I see. A shame, you look soft to touch." He admits casually. You almost cringe and resist the urge to back off. Why does he pull out the creepy shit after you two had a nice music moment?

A moment of silence passes, its awkard to you but the radio demon seems nothing but pleased.

"Say, my dear. What else do you presume we do while waiting out the extermination?" Alastor asks as if this is some playdate.

And truly, to him it was.

"Um... I have papers somewhere, we can.. draw?" You offer awkardly, you only have a destroyed kitchen to work with here. But you don't think he'd have appreciated playing minecraft anyways.

"Drawing, are you capable of that?" Alastor asks in amusment. You almost feel insulted at the way he asked that.

You just nod and take some papers from a cabinet. Finding pencils was a bit harder but you managed.

And Alastor defenitly noticed that you gave him the better pencil.... How sweet and considerate of you.

He doesn't know a lot of sinners who would do that...

Second mistake: A show of Kindness.

Well, atleast drawing time went on peacefully. Alastor was humming a tune with that radio effect enhancing his voice, it was quite calming and your stress ebbed away from you slowly as you just focussed on your drawing.

You aren't sure how much time passed before Alastor stopped humming but he snapped you out of your creative trance.

"What do you think ,dear?" Alastor smiles a bit more genuinly.

He holds up his pencil drawing of... you. Just You. With your little smile.

You blush faintly in a rather shy manner and try not to look away from his drawing.

You didn't know he had a talent in drawing. You also didn't know you were drawing eachother. Yours was just todays made up OC.

"Thats.. very pretty... I'm flattered." You mutter out in embarrasment. Alastors grin widens.

"I just wanted to capture you, as I carry no camera's on me." Alastor boasts as if that's the coolest thing ever.

"Thats neat." You stick a thumb up, it therefore comes out under your stinging veil.

You notice your mistake quite quickly as your hand is taken in the Radio demons.

"I knew it, soft. You're quite untouched, aren't you? Well, that would be obvious, seeing your ability." Alastor smirks. It's as if his main goal this whole time had been to grab a hold of you.

He's quite cold, pointy fingers. Kinda eery.

"Oh look at your little startled face. You're adorable." Alastor teases with slightly lidded eyes.

You attempt to pull back out of embarrasment but he holds on.

"Are you scared?"

Alastor asked in a more serious voice.

"Not really, you're just cold." You answer simply, hoping thats a decent enough answer.

"Is that so?" Alastor hums, a twitch in his smile as he lets go.

He stands up and summons his cane.

You refrain a flinch as you fear the worst but he instead just summons a couch and a bunch of books.

"Come, sit. We still have some hours to pass."

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liveontelevision · 3 months

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Midnight Snack / Alastor x OC!Reader

This is my first post and story, so any advice for the future is appreciated!

Summary:

In a successful attempt to tease you, Alastor helps you prepare a quick midnight snack to help you sleep.

Tags: (very off brand Alastor) Fluff, Slightly Suggestive?

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Alastor recently picked up a filfthy habit of referring to you as your full name. Everyone called you Jax, a nickname that you decided to use at a young age. It was used to the point that most of your friends didn't even question your full name. But Alastor went through a few weeks of not having much to do. And without any real trouble to enjoy, he simply had to make up his own. For multiple days, any interaction or conversation you had with the others was interrupted by Alastor attempting to guess your full name.

"Hello dear Jackson!"

"Ah, lovely to see you, Jackie~"

"Oh, Jasmine! A favor?"

It went on and on, Jenna, Josie, Janelle, etc. It was painful.

Talking to Angel at the bar one night, you hear radio static slowly surrounding the room. You don't even turn around, groaning and laying your head on the bar. It was sticky. But this was much more preferable than having to make eye contact with that hot-headed red head. Angel stifled a laugh, hearing the thud of your head hit the wood. The static suddenly stops, and you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you turn head to peak at the seemingly empty room. You were shocked by an unfortunately familiar face, smiling at you devishly. His neck was snapped in an unnatural way to make eye contact. And probably to startle you more. You shoot up, nearly falling from the barstool. Angel catches your back and pushes you forward to face alastor nearly nose to nose. He was unflinching as his eyes squinted into yours from such proximity.

You yelp and willingly stumble out of your chair.

"Angel, remind me to kill you later. I'm going to my room." He enjoyed your frantic composure, as well. You quickly begin to stomp to the stairs before being stopped in your tracks. The shadowy figure appears in front of you and matierlizes into the hotelier's familiar face.

"Oh hoh, my dear. I seem to have you all flustered! Now don't you worry, you must have known I meant no malice." He takes a step back, acting as if he was the victim. He swooned, his palm pressed dramatically to his forehead.

" I thought perhaps we were becoming aquintances, even! You've hurt my feelings, truly."

He goes on theatrically, sighing heavily. Your arms are crossed against your chest, weight shifted to one leg. You tap your foot, waiting for him to be finished making such a scene.

" Are you done? You big baby."

You roll your eyes and scoff at him, moving past him.

" Be nice... Jacqueline~"

He sings out and turns towards you to note any reaction from you. And a reaction there was. You froze in place, squeezing your arms as your face turned a bright pink. For some reason, hearing such a personal phrase, you became incredibly flustered. You snap out of your unfocused state and quickly continue to move up the stairs.

" Ha! You got it, Smiles! Well, this was fun while it lasted. I gave her a run for 'er money, that's for sure. " Angel revels in your embarrassment just as much as Alastor does. It's probably in a more friendly way, though.

" Ah ah-" he tsks, "- i'm not quite done with our dear rabbit." His sentence was finished out, even as he disappeared into the shadows.

You were face down in your bed, stiffling a scream into your pillow. You sit up for a moment, grumbling something angry to yourself. You've always felt indifferent to people hearing and using your full name, but hearing it from Alastor pissed you off.. or... no. Maybe it embarrassed you? Or.. made you feel.. you shake your head of any further thoughts, pulling your pillow into your face and muffling another frustrasted scream. You stand and brush the wrinkles off your nightgown, needing something to calm your nerves from the ridiculousness of the whole situation. It was late, so you slip on some cozier socks and leave your room, careful to silence your door closing.

You decide to head to the small kitchen that was set up. It was almost silly to have one at all, considering demons dont exactly need to eat. But for some reason, the fruits, made available by Charlie, were amazingly sweat and juicy. It might not have been the best midnight snack, but it was a comforting food to have available at all times.

Once in the kitchen, you slowly shut the door before turning on the harsh lights. You flinch and rub your eyes as you silk to the fridge. You pull out the small container of kiwis you set aside.

Maybe it was the nostalgia of the snack? You remember eating kiwis with your mother; she'd cut them in half and sprinkle cane sugar over the top of each half. The sweetness soaked into the flesh of the fruit, making each bite bitter and sweet. You would take each half and scoop out the greens with a small spoon.

And so, even after dying and wandering hell for years, you continued to prepare the snack in that fashion.

As you set a small spoonful into your mouth you hummed happily, finally calming a bit. You turn your back to the counter and leaned against it, finally seeing a dishoveled radio demon in the same room.

" Ahh, such a sweet display of nostalgic bliss, dear Jaqueline." He hummed. His leaned against a counter, his elbows propped up, and his head resting in his hands. He wasn't wearing his usual pinstripe coat, just a red button-up with a black cross centering his chest. His bowtie was nowhere to be seen, and his neck was slightly more visible, with the top few bottoms being undone. His arms seemed to fade from solid black into his skin tone, which you wouldn't have noticed if his sleeves weren't rolled up to his elbows. As your eyes wander his outfit from curiousity, you also notice his hair pulled back into a small ponytail that revealed his undercut. It was sloppily done, probably a temporary solution to keeping hair from his eyes, but it still left some pieces framing his face.

You tilted your head for a moment to fully take in this new appearance before snapping back to an alert state.

" Fuck off, Al! You got my name right, so your game is over. Leave me alone, i'm trying to.. i'm just... I-" you stop your angry rant, as the tall figure slowly moved over to tower over you, far too close for your liking. He placed his hands on the counter behind you, caging you in.

" Well this game gave me some vital information on you, bunny. You may be surprised to know, that I find your name quite.. appealing. It's music to my ears." He spoke softly, his radio static ringing around you.

"S..Stop! No! You're just trying to make fun of me!" You pushed his arm out of the way, breaking away from his close proximity. He was quick to grab your wrist, the kiwi still in your hand. The juice squeezed out and onto your palm for a moment, leaving you unpleasantly sticky. Alastor took note of the fruit and plucked the spoon from your other hand, deciding to take a bite for himself. His eyes widened for a moment, his teasing smirk curling into an almost geniune smile.

"Quite sweet! A good choice for a midnight trip to the kitchen.. but not as sweet as you, my dear Jaqueline." He continues to tease, and drops the spoon to the counter. He licked the juice from his lips, before making a bold decision.

He pulled your wrist to his lips, carefully tracing his tongue across your palm. He continued to clean the juice of the fruit off your hand, the warm sensation leaving you breathing heavily. Your eyes, half lidded, stared at the transaction in disbelief. He looked up occasionally, just to gauge your perplexed face. He released his grip from your wrist after licking his lips, satisfied.

" Quite a treat, lovely Jaqueline."

Your brain finally caught up to the present, you yelped and looked at your hand. Your mind ran through every emotion; confusion, curiosity, disgust.. enjoyment?

You were tired.. let's blame your next actions on being sleep deprived.

" S-Stop it, Alastor.. don't call me that, it's embarrassing.." You mumble out. He looked up at you, licking the remainder of the fruits juice from his fingers.

" Oh, Is that so? You should appreciate your gifted name, Jaqueline, it's quite unqiue." You groaned at the sound of your name again. You attempt to pass him, simply wanting to leave the kitchen after the strange interaction. Alastor let you pass just enough for him to grab your waist and lift you up onto the counter.

"Lovely Jaqueline~" He hummed, his hands still planted on either side of you, caging you in yet again.

You sit on the counter in shock, not expecting such boldness from this sadistic bastard. Even propped at this level, you have to look up to find his eyes. Your face was quick to turn red, finally catching up with his actions.

" Alastor, please! This is ridiculous, you're just trying to work me up.. well you did it! I'm offically flustered," you wave your arms sarcastically," please.. let me go to bed, this is too much.." You bashfully admit, looking down at your lap.

He lifted his hand, to lightly graze your chin and tilt your head up to look into his eyes again. His smile seemed.. sweet?

He looked into your eyes, " Oh Lovely Jaqueline.." then looked at your lips.

There it is again, him admiring your name. It made you flush even more and look away from him. He barely had a grip on your chin, but pulled you in just enough for you to willingly move towards him. His lips lingered over yours for just a moment, feeling your shakey breath against his mouth. He shut his eyes, and licked the base of your chin up to the corner of your mouth, before pressing a light kiss to your lips. You pulled away, startled by his traveling tongue.

He licked his lips again, humming satisified.

" You must be neater while you snack, sweet Jaqueline. Your mess had to be taken care of, so I kindly handled it for you." He stated, as if he was doing you a favor. " Although, i could say it was a pleasure for me as well.. Ah, but dear, your face still seems a mess to me! How sloppy." He grabs your face softly after speaking. You grab onto his shoulders, for some reason, not wanting to stop him. He leads his tongue across your jawline, ending each trail with a small kiss. After a moment, his hand dropped to the top of your thigh, his tongue tracing your lips enticingly. Your body was shaking this whole transaction, but you reveled in the rare affection. You finally gave in, pressed your lips to his in a soft yet desperate kiss. Alastor pulled away instantly, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Lovely Jaqueline~" He hummed as he drew you back into the kiss. Your hands laid on his chest as he pulled you in closer.

"My darling, Jaqueline~

Sweet, lovely, Jaqueline~

Dearest.. Jaqueline~"

He spoke sweetly into your lips as your breath became heavy, melting each time he muttered your name into the kiss.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, your head following his as he swayed slightly with each movement.

He pulled away for a moment, a small line of saliva still connecting you to him. He looked into your glazed over eyes, as he ran a hand through your hair, trailing it down your back. Once at the small of your back, he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, kissing you quickly, but pulling away far too soon.

"Jaqueline, cher, let's get you to bed. This should suffice as a midnight snack, wouldn't you agree?" Still quietly processing this transaction, you simply nod. He let's out a satisifed sigh, lifting your torso into his with ease. Your legs dangled behind his back as he lifted you by your thighs to keep you close. You sleepily lay your head in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, wanting to keep him close.

He opened your door without touching it and easily placed your already sleeping body into your bed. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders. Your unconscious mind, simply trying to get comfortable, held onto his arm as he covered you. He looked at you, almost with sweetness in his eyes, but moreso a victorious pride.

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You shot up out of your bed that following morning, fully believing you had a nightmare. You pressed your hand to your lips, and noticed the faint smell of kiwis.

"... Fffuck.."

You got dressed and went down to the bar, already needing a drink after just waking up. Angel looked you up and down; he didn't need to hear a damn word from you to know something happened. Meanwhile, Alastor sat on the couch across the lounge. He pulled his book from his face with a cheeky smile," Oh, Jaqueline~ Good morning, bunny!" He said overly chipper. You groan before letting your head smack the bar counter again.

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 3 months

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The Grim Reaper's Guide to Breaking Every Rule of the Universe /// Prologue

I'm not super happy with this prologue but I've done my best with it :'). Also I gave God He/They pronouns. Enjoy!

Summary: When touring America for the sake of it, you go to stay with your aunt in New Orleans for a while, taking up a peaceful part-time job restoring objects. But a few weeks in, a package arrives containing an old radio that's seen better days, along with a note seemingly written by someone who thinks they could fist-fight the Devil.

What you didn't know, was the hell of a path that was now set out in front of you. Not fist-fighting the Devil, but instead a very smug radio host who would have no problem spending the rest of his days driving you up the walls.

But two could play that game.

Tags: Demiromantic-Asexual Alastor x Demiromantic-Asexual OC/Reader - 1920s/30s New Orleans - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Violence (It's Alastor what else)

Word Count: 1227

Warnings: Uhhhh idk unless you count God as one.

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Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

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Prologue

Before time began, there was her.

Cælitis (Definition): The divinities who dwell within the celestial planes. (Noun)

The Universe – The Beginning

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or a mistake, or there was something far greater beyond the confines of the ever-expanding walls of the universe. They had accepted solitary, thinking they were the only one, the first, when they awoke to a dark abyss, with the veins of creation pulsating at his fingertips. This was what God thought when they reached out for the first time, light bursting from within, shooting out and collecting into a colossal sphere. A star, he had named it, and he had much fun for who knows how long, floating through the endless vacuum, using these fiery balls of fire and gas to light his way. He would make them every colour he could think of, clumping some together to form the nebulas, or shooting some off into the middle of nowhere, just for the sake of it. Sometimes, he would press atoms so close together they would form rocks of all shapes and sizes, letting them wander and float around until they began clumping together into similar spherical shapes. He even swirled some clusters of stars and rocks around, watching as they turned into disks that would spin forever – galaxies, he decided to label them as. Before long, the universe was scattered with clusters of stars, planets, and whatever else they felt like creating, some so big their size was incomprehensible, others microscopic in comparison, and the rest varying in between.

When God had decided to rest their powers for a short while, he hadn’t expected to awake to the feeling that something was off when he observed his work. A small ripple, something he wouldn’t have picked up on if he knew they were the only being currently in existence. It passed through them, and he quickly shot towards the nebula that sat in the centre of his universal domain, their birthplace, so to speak. And what he came across was something very wrong. And he finally came to the realisation that he wasn’t alone.

It looked like a cloud at first. A dark mass that swirled and flared it tendrils around frantically as it contorted in and out of itself. He wouldn’t have been able to see it if it weren’t for the carnage it had left behind, it’s pitch black silhouette a stark contrast against the flickering specks of light behind it – the broken remains of his precious stars and planets.

Though he did not fear it. They knew that if this being had come into existence, it was here for a reason.

The Goddess was a being not many creatures knew about, and God wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want anyone to know he had an equal, someone, if aware of everything they could do, could rival him and his authority.

He was Creation, and she was Destruction. Not solely there to destroy everything, no. She was brought into existence to ensure there was change, to make sure God didn’t slow down, always keeping him on his metaphorical feet. He had welcomed change when they had first come across her, but not too much. See, he wanted things to progress, but on his terms, so when the flailing tendrils of the Goddess had parted to reveal a mass of black wings and hundreds of very curious eyes peering up at them, he immediately took them under his own wings, teaching them the timeline of the universe around them. Her naivety hadn’t flown past him, she had just come into existence after all, and at this realisation he was delighted.

Billions of years passed by under the tutelage of God, telling the Goddess that she was his creation, what was divine and what was sacrilege. She absorbed it all, enchanted by the ways of what she believed to be her ‘creator’.

At one point, Destruction was overseeing a supernova just outside the Andromeda galaxy when God had approached her, eager to show her something. Reluctant but curious, she agreed, allowing them take her to another celestial plane, gesturing his arms out wide and welcoming her to Heaven.

He introduced her to his creations, his hierarchy of the divine. From the Seraphims, all the way down to the angels. For a time the Goddess resided with them, telling them about her ways of existence, though it wasn’t always received positively. In fact, there was only one creation that was intrigued by her path of dismantlement, a chirpy seraphim named Lucifer, who would spend most of his free time following her around with wide eager eyes, asking questions a mile a minute. The Goddess would always answer truthfully, and soon enough God began to grow weary of the friendly exchange between the two.

It wasn’t long before he was dragging her back through the planes, until they came across a very colourful planet. Entering through the atmosphere, the two floated down until they arrived on top of wall that encased a very interesting sight.

For as far as the eye could see, there was desert, but within the confines of this wall was a lush paradise, filled to the brim with every possible plant. The Garden of Eden.

God revealed two creatures that he had brought into existence, their names Adam, and Lilith, and they were to create the human race. Though his idea didn’t last very long – Lucifer had trailed after the Goddess into Eden one day, going off on another one of his excitable tangents on whatever was flying through his head at the time, when he had come face to face with the cunning and evaluating eyes of Lilith.

Obviously most know what happened after that, and God had quickly created Eve, but when she and Adam both failed his expectations after Lucifer and Lilith tempted them with the apple from the tree, he soon made changes.

The Seraphim and his new wife were cast down into a new celestial plane called Hell, and God then turned to the Goddess, seething, accusing her – that she had planted those thoughts and questions into his creation’s mind. They wouldn’t hear any excuse, leaving her until near the end of Adam and Eve’s once immortal life on Earth.

When he approached her again, they said he had a new job for her, and she followed, hopeful for their friendship to be restored, though doubts began to creep into her mind when she saw what was before her.

Purgatory, he had revealed it to be, was where she would take mortal souls after their physical body expired and sort them between Heaven and Hell. Next was the Underworld, where, if a soul was displaced in either of the two afterlives, it would go there to remain for eternity, or if she decided to send it back to Earth to be reincarnated. It was her new domain, where she would reside when she wasn’t on Earth collecting new souls.

Distressed, the Goddess asked why she was to do this, but God said nothing, only explaining further on what her new purpose entailed, and she grew more and more distraught at the new path he had laid out in front of her. She was no longer to be regarded as Destruction, but instead would spend the rest of eternity to be called a new, more fitting name, one he thought described her purpose of being perfectly:

Death.

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mintaikcorpse · 2 months

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Alastor & Roo Theory

OKAY, HEAR ME OUT

Before Lilith was revealed to be in Heaven, we all thought that Alastor made a deal with her and that was the leash he was referring to. But, now that we know Lilith is in Heaven, there's a lower chance of it being her. While it COULD still be her, I want to play around with this theory.

What if the chain Alastor is under is Roo?

For those who don't know, Roo was an old OC Vivziepop made, and she was the root of all evil.

Originally I thought this concept was scrapped but in Hazbin Hotel, when Charlie talks about Heaven, she says that they "shielded all from evil" and when she says evil, a being with a face appears, which I think is Roo.

I think that Heaven was protecting itself from Roo, and when Lucifer gave Adam & Eve the apple, that set her free because it was someone actively disobeying Heaven, which planted her roots of evil into the physical world. Goes into the hole "planting the roots of evil" idea because it was a fruit given to Eve. A red fruit, the color associated with Roo, and with seeds in it, for the root of evil.

Perhaps Roo already lied in the fruit tree, which is why it's red. Perhaps it was her prison to keep her from gaining power and interfering with Earth, and Adam & Eve weren't allowed to touch it because doing so would bring evil. Heaven probably never explained to Lucifer why he shouldn't give them the apple because they're so used to blind obedience, but Lucifer was a thinker and thought that knowledge and free will would be a great gift for mankind, not knowing that Roo was the one lying in the tree.

And when Earth is shown to gain evil, the hand that surrounds it looks like literal roots.

Roo lied in the tree already, and Lucifer handing the apple to Eve is what set her, the Root of all Evil, free.

Hope I got my point across, I tend to have trouble saying my thoughts.

Why do I think it's Roo controlling Alastor? Right now, she's the only being powerful enough to overpower Alator that isn't Lucifer, Lilith, Charlie, The Sins, other Overlords, and The Goetias, as non of them seem to really cause any fear in Alastor. Sure, he hates Lucifer because he's more powerful than him, but that was more pettiness and not genuine fear, and Lucifer hadn't even met him before all of this! Sera wouldn't make a deal with a demon, and Emily wouldn't either. So, I think the one that he made a deal with was Roo.

Not sure how new this theory is. Looked it up and got an animatic made 2 weeks before I even thought of this. Absolutely love this animatic, please watch it. But, I really like this and I'm honestly so excited to see who is controlling Alastor.

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ —{ ❤} My new Hazbin Hotel OC ! ☕

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ Elizabeth 🥀

(de Beaumont)

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• Age: 29-30 years old (Died in 1935)

• Elizabeth is a French woman who was born into an Aristacratic family in Paris. (Her roots are French and Italian)

• Kin to describe her personality: Sonata/Rarity (Equestria Girls)

• At first glance, she will seem distracted, frivolous and carefree — she clearly enjoys floating with the flow of chaos. But some examples of her shortcomings include: not picking up on sarcasm, talking openly with someone about other people's secrets, without worrying that she might get in trouble.

• In the past, she was one of the strongest Overlords (but not among the top ten), along duo with Husker, who took this title much later. But despite this, they combined Husk's Casino and Elizabeth's Fashion Runway together, as this would allow them to expand their "Empire".

• But everything changed when the Radio Demon came and offered a deal - to play poker for an all-or-nothing bet. In a fit of pride, both Overlords put their souls on the line, and eventually lost. (Alastor's collection has been replenished! God loves the trinity, right?)

• Moth demon tends to forget about the main goals, perhaps hinting that she is no longer as obsessed with power as she used to be in the role of Overlord.

• She often argues with Vaggie over nothing, especially for the title of the best hotel manager (moth and the former extraminator are fighting for this), because she was on Charlie's side, and Elizabeth was on the side of her "boss" (we still know who Husk's boss is, right?)

• Nevertheless, despite this, she still shows a remarkable level of cruelty, as she seems to enjoy belittling Vagatha, which has become a kind of routine. But it also seems that the demon moths are never bothered, or at least show no remorse when it comes to carrying out evil plans.

•This lady is definitely best friends with Niffty! (What holds them together is that they both like bad boys and love pain! YAY! PAIN!)

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So far, that's it! There are some more facts in my draft that I can comment on if you are suddenly interested, dear reader! :DD

Plus do not hesitate to ask questions - I will answer everything within the bounds of decency!

(The version without pearl bracelets on the legs)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #helluva boss oc #original character #moth art #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel headcanon #overlord husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel ocs #hazbin hotel original character #overlord!husk #hazbin hotel x reader

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I could ask, Yandere Vox x Moth reader, where the reader runs away from Vox, and ends up staying in the hazbin hotel

" Only you, darling " Oh. my. STARS YES YES YOU CAN ASK THIS FUCK PLEASE TYSM I LOVE THE MOTH DEMONS AS I HAVE MY ON HH OC LIKE THAT

Vox x reader Tws; yandere themes (per usual), Idk how to tag this one tbh.. Requested also by ; @zinnia1506

Living with Vox.. wasn't the easiest. Let alone loving him. Something about him drew you in -- maybe it was his hypnotic gaze, or how he was a blue light screen, always emitting that special kind of light that captivited your little moth brain. Whatever it was used to have a tight hold around you, no matter how much you screamed at him, or him you.

He drilled it into your mind that you were to, 'trust him', and how you were his alone. Perhaps at one time, you found comfort in these words, but, it was an empty sort of comfort. Like hiding under a blanket. Sure, it's warm, soft, but soon becomes unbearable, and suffocating.

For a while you assumed there was no escape. He had his room set to a very cold tempature, not only to cool his own circuits, and the computer screens around, but to keep you from leaving. Moths didn't do well in the cold, so all you could do was wrap yourself up in a blanket or two, and your wings, feverishly rubbing your six hands together

Until the power went out. You soon realized that because the AC had turned off, the room was beginning to warm. Hastily, you stood from your rather comfrtable bed, allowing the duvet to slip off of your shoulders. Head whirrling to the side, causing your antenna to sway with the quick movments, you made your way hastily to the elevator, barefoot, in only a par of shorts, and loose t-shirt,

Frantically, you pressed the 'up' button, no longer caring if Vox were to see you leaving. He'd eventually notice, and find you - he had cameras everywhere, "Fuck-!" You cured, finger aggressively pressing the button

After what seemed like far too long, the elevator began moving up, your wings jolting out slightly at the sudden movement.

Perhaps an eternity passed before the elevator halted, allowing you to cautiously walk out, each step took carefully, as if the floor would collapse at any moment. Maybe it was silly how paranoid you were, mind racing with worries.

Vox had eyes everywhere. He could spy on people through any tech made by his company, cameras -- most things tech related. Which made getting away from his prying gaze even harder. As quick as the thoughts ran through your mind, you began running, out of the building, ignoring the stares from employees - who thankfully gave you nothing more than a glance with a raised eyebrow.

The cool of the air outside hit you like a truck. How long had it been since you'd been outside anyways? Months? Maybe a year or two? You couldn't remember. It was bright. Oh so bright. It all made your head spin, in a good and bad way.

Although you knew it was too soon to be relieved, and feel safe, but how could you not? Finally out of that little pocket of Hell. "Think, {Y/N}!" You internally screamed at yourself, desperately trying to think of a place Vox didn't have cameras.

That was when it hit you. The Hazbin Hotel. You were sure since the Radio demon was there you'd be at least safe from Vox. With this in your mind you ran out the door, past the mass amounts of screens owned by VoxTek. It seemed like hours before you saw the hotel coming closer, and you broke into a faster sprint, despite everything aching badly

Loudly, you rapped your knuckles against the door, with a desperate speed. The door flung open, revealing Alastor himsef. "Well isn't this interesting? Aren't you Vox's little pet?"

#x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #hazbin #this was a request #This took so long #i had sm fun at the start.. then writers block hit me #this is so bad help #vox x readrer #yandere

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another-lost-mc · 3 months

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AGHJHJJ I NEW BRAINROT FOUND

HAZBIN HOTEL X OBEY ME????

WHAT IF ALASTOR IS FEM!MC'S BFF LIKE REALLY CLOSE THAT PPL THINKS THEY'RE A COUPLE BUT THEY'RE NOT (ig, no one rlly knows) , ACKKKK HOW DOES THE OC'S THINK ABT IT

LETS BEGIN

I'M GONNA MAKE YOU TAKE THIS TWELVE INCH DI—

THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL! Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel are both amazing in their own ways.

I've thought about a HH x OM crossover before and I treat it the same way I do the other demon/hell-based crossovers with selfships/characters I like. I could go into a whole tangent about integrating those different power structures into the existing OM universe but I should probably leave that for another post.

Anyway!

Let's pretend that Alastor has a similar rep in the OM universe as he does in Hazbin Hotel - he's charismatic and mysterious, yet the rumors about his ruthless and power-hungry nature are alarming at best and terrifying at worst. He can be quite monstrous, like any proper sinner demon should be.

Of course, the rest of MC's acquaintances/friends/lovers would be concerned if MC suddenly started hanging out with a demon like him. Alastor is kind to MC - too kind, perhaps. Why is he suddenly interested in befriending a random human like MC, when he could just as easily try to win Solomon's favour instead? It's all very suspicious at the beginning, but the more time they spend together, the worse it seems. MC doesn't understand why their other friends don't like him no matter how much they reassure everyone that their impressions of Alastor are wrong or misguided.

Even if Alastor's motives for being close to MC are platonic only, the other demons in MC's social circle still question whether or not he can be trusted.

KARASU: Alastor doesn't like TV and I can't see him liking the D.D.D. or internet technology either. He might use it sparingly if necessary, but I think he'd prefer to remain disconnected from it as much as possible. He probably doesn't even have his own D.D.D. and that makes it more challenging for a tech-savvy demon like Karasu to learn about him or monitor his activities. He'd be extremely suspicious of Alastor befriending MC, especially since Alastor rarely uses the D.D.D. to communicate, but he doesn't know how to articulate his concerns without potentially upsetting MC in the process.

AZRA & ZEE: They've done horrible things in the past and they know all of the Devildom's most dangerous demons. The thought of MC spending time with Alastor bothers them both. Azra can be just as charming and lays it on thick when Alastor's around. The Fall even plays jazz music from the human world as a novelty event when Alastor and MC visit together. It's all a pretense to be a gracious host even though both demons know their smiles and friendly platitudes are acts they put on for MC's sake.

While Azra is doing his job and actually running his club for once, Zee's solution to the Alastor problem is more covert. He spends a lot of time monitoring MC when they spend time with Alastor in the Devildom. He also tries to track Alastor when MC isn't present, but the Radio Demon is more cautious when he's alone. He's a slippery demon to spy on, and Zee suspects he knows he's being followed.

TENEBRIS: He's one of the OCs that doesn't really hide his dislike of Alastor. He downplays it a bit for MC's sake, but he makes it perfectly clear that he's not buying whatever wholesome BFF act that Alastor is trying to sell. Alastor thinks all of MC's other demon friends are ridiculous to treat him the way they do - not that he blames them exactly, but it gets tiring dealing with their antics. Tenebris is one of the few demons that warns Alastor directly that he'll regret it if he should ever do anything to harm MC. He has the Prince's favour to protect him from potential consequences and the magical strength to follow through with his threats. Alastor actually respects him more for that, and he might consider whether or not some sort of deal with the wayward mage might be beneficial to him in the future...

#jes.replies #jes.oc asks #my oc: karasu #my oc: azra #my oc: zekhan #crossover: om x hh

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Grazed

He is not feeling good. It's all dark and he feels hurt, and as he comes to he hears worried voices in the distance.

He opens his eyes and it takes a moment for them to adapt and then... there's Ari! But she looks worried... and different? Hold on… She tells him to keep calm and not move. He’s about to say something smart, but his head really hurts.

He's lying face down on an old bed... why? Wait, the whole place looks... different. Where are they?

"You had an accident, dear" tears peek out of her eyes "you gave me a big scare" He starts to forget some of the details from the strange dream he had, but it was so real... and it felt like it lasted forever... "What-?" "You were shot, but you're gonna be okay. Some asshole thought you were a deer!" she shakes her head "the bullet just grazed the back of your head, you've been out for a few minutes" "It felt like... forever" "Shh" she kisses his hand. She's human. He's human. They're both human, and alive. "I know, dear, just rest" "I had a strange nightmare-" His voice breaks and she shushes him again. He is no longer a demon, perhaps he never was. It was all just a strange fever dream, and she’s not a half fox creature of hell either, she’s his sweetheart.

"I need to tell you" he takes a deep breath and his head hurts, "I-"

"Shh, just rest"

"No, I have to" he holds her hand tight, "I love you. I want to marry you. Please?"

He’s not sounding as smart as usual. He’s not dead, but he is not quite there yet either. There's a moment of silence and he thinks he can't hear anything but then she holds back a sob and says:

"I love you too"

The doors of the Hazbin Hotel slammed open violently, the sound of it echoing through the dusty empty halls. Husker barely had any time to look up and warn Ari with a wide eyed look before she turned and saw Alastor standing right in front of her.

He always wore a smile as a shield but she could tell, especially now, how fake it was.

He stood there, in silence, and then before she got to say anything, he turned and kept walking towards the room he used as his own while at the hotel.

She doubted not one second to go after him, but he was being elusive, just hurriedly walking ahead of her.

"Alastor, wait" she had to run to reach him and as she touched his arm he full on jolted to a stop, both of them standing still, looking at each other.

She could tell. She knew his eyes, deformed as they were, the smile did not reach them and his expression was... distressed. But why? What could make him so?

She wished she could ask him. She wished he would tell her... but down here, in hell, after everything that had happened, everything they both said... -with so much broken, so much damage- how could they?

She wanted to embrace him. Right here, right now, in this dark and dusty hallway, where no one else could see them, not giving a fuck for whatever situation they were at right now nor her pride or his broken heart. She sighed instead.

"Al, please..." and what was that? Was it the most pathetic and awkward attempt at light hearted questioning? The way his expression shifted into something even more painful, barely kept together with that smile... it truly made her feel a lacerating pain in her chest.

And suddenly he was holding her, in a violent, tight, unsure embrace and nothing else mattered, because for one second she could pretend that it was all alright, or it would be, and it was okay that they could hold each other like this.

Because he had been struck by a demon with the ability to evoke illusions, perhaps. And for one cruel moment he thought it was a dream. For one short, twisted, sick second he had felt human, and normal, and all this -hell, the demons, the soul deals, the fucking exterminations- it all had felt like the fading memory of a distant dream, and she had been there with him.

For one cruel moment he thought he got to ask her to marry him... and then he woke up.

And that was the dream.

Shout out to @ladybugkisses , who's ocs keep inspiring me to write mindfucking shit! (the comic stripe is hers too)

#hazbin hotel #alastor #radio demon #ocs #fanfiction #comic #alastor x oc #fan comic

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The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (7)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3.3K

<Chapter 6

7. Red As Blood

Alastor stood in the parlor during Charlie’s activity this morning. The lesser demons sat and lounged around discussing frivolous nonsense with each other while he stood behind them smiling and silent. Alastor never understood how these demons took their eternity worrying about things that didn’t matter or things that were impossible. He could see and hear it all from where he stood. Some focused on who liked them, some on who had the latest gadgets, and others stuck on love, of all things. No no, none of these crossed Alastor’s mind in centuries. The only thing on his mind these days was power, how to gain it, and how to keep it. However, his thoughts had been clogged somewhat lately. A very pleasant aroma wafted through the halls occasionally, it was most pungent at night when the halls were quiet and still. A scent that was vaguely familiar, and he longed to smell it more. When sniffing, the scent led him to her. The doe that made it her mission to get under his skin. He thought that someone who was such a docile animal, especially the same animal as him, wouldn’t be such a challenge. The way she walked around as if she owned the world, the way she challenged him; if it were any other demon, they’d be ripped in half, inside his stomach, or at best running for their lives. But her. The scent made her invincible to him. It pained him to allow such disrespect, but the scent was something he enjoyed too much to let die.

That and the shine of her bright red curls in the light, the way her spots were scattered amongst her face, or perhaps the shape of her differently-hued lips. These were things he found himself observing on occasion; every time she was in his line of sight. As of right now she is sitting and conversing with the spider, most likely about something foolish, like what videos she had posted on her tiny screen. Alastor, however, found himself staring at the young doe, zeroing in on her features, each of them independently, and how they all came together to make up her face. He studied her, how she moved, how she spoke, how she dressed. It was all captivating to him, she was beautiful, like sitting in New Orleans and looking up at the stars in the night sky. He wondered if she knew this, and that was why she continued to push his buttons, or if she simply had impertinence etched into her soul. It was unclear, which one was fact or which he would prefer. He supposed he liked that about her, the thing that annoyed him the most. He was unsure of what this sensation would be called, but it burned in his chest and demanded to be felt.

When he’d heard her with Lucifer, talking and giggling like children, he felt the sensation spread to his fingertips, spurring him to action. But what to do? What could he have done? Barge into the study and demand that the conversation cease? He had no definable motives or any claim on this doe, just this constant burning.

Her eyes flitted up for a moment, catching him staring and boring right back into him. Alastor widened his grin and she squinted her eyes as if studying him the way he studied her. She looked him up and down before returning her eyes to the spider, continuing to speak. Although Alastor was unsure of these..feelings, the one thing he did know was that he had never experienced disrespect to the degree that he had from her; and it wasn’t clear to him if he disliked it.

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Once again 9 AM sharp was what her boss had demanded and 9 AM sharp was when she arrived. After being led upstairs by Melissa, the assistant told her

“They’re waiting for you behind this door,”

Who’s they? Upon opening the door she got her answer. There sat her boss, the creepy moth man Valentino, and another gentleman with a flat-screen TV as a face. He wore a blue and black striped suit, that reminded her a lot of Alastor’s, only less ripped at the bottom, with no flare.

“Velvette? What’s going on?” she asked as her boss approached her

She grabbed the doe’s shoulders and gestured to the guests “I’m sure you know my companions. You’ve met Valentino and this is Vox. They have requested to speak with you today. And they better make it quick!” She gave them an evil eye before returning to her seat amongst them.

“Hello, my dear! You must be Voe! I am Vox, as you heard. A pleasure to meet you!” he sticks out his hand and offers a wide bright blue grin. Voe takes the man’s hand and shakes it “Sit, please sit.” He gestures to where he was sitting before, in between Velvette and Valentino. Voe takes a moment to regard the seat, before taking it, scooching as close to Velvette as possible. “How are you this fine Hellish morning? I hope Velvette has been treating you nicely.” she opens her mouth to speak, but Vox keeps barreling on. “We’ve noticed that you’ve been staying at the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ since you’ve gotten to Hell, yes?”

Voe looks around to see if she’s allowed to answer this one “Yes.”

“And you know of Alastor, yes?”

“The Radio Demon,” Valentino offers in a sultry tone, leaning down into her ear

“Yes…?”

“Lovely! We’ve seen your content and we are well aware of what a firecracker you can be! And we think that we have the perfect side job for you.”

Voe tilts her head to the side, intrigued and confused. Was her job not to model?

“We see so much potential in you Voe, we can see your face on posters, walls, TV screens, anything you name it! What do you want?”

She sat to think as Vox’s wide smile beckoned her in “I want…to be on a billboard.”

“We can get you on every billboard in Hell, my dear! You’ll be the biggest celebrity that Hell has ever seen! If, you can do us the smallest little favor.”

Her eyes were wide now, his promises of glory hooking her right in “What’s that?”

Vox looks up at Valentino and Velvette, both of them matching his sinister grin “We just need some…information, from you.”

“Mhmm?”

“Information, on Alastor.

“Information on Alastor? Like what?”

Vox strolls around the studio, his arms behind his back “Oh nothing major, just little tidbits here and there, funny little things. Like the things you mentioned in your live.” He peers at her over his shoulder

“Just like stuff I know about him? I don’t really know anything about him. Other than him being a lame fossil.”

The three Vees chuckle, as though they’re charmed by her antics “Then get to know him hermosa,” Valentino puts his finger under her chin “he’s just a man, and you’re a fully blossomed flower. it should be muy fácil for you.” He blows smoke from his lit cigarette in her face.

She shakes away the smoke but feels a lot looser and less…tense “What should I do?” Her eyes glazed over a bit

Vox’s voice turns deep and silky as he approaches her face “Anything, you need to.”

Wandering through the hotel at night after Velvette runs through all her plans for the new line, Voe is shocked at the stillness of the hotel. She was used to it being loud and filled to the brim with sinners, but now the parlor was dark and so was the grand staircase. She was usually in her room at this time listening to her music, and the echoes of silence were quite off-putting and sent waves of anxiety through her body. It was almost a relief to hear the subtle sound of violent scraping somewhere in the hotel. A sign that something, anything was alive at this hour. She approached the elevator to get to her room as quickly as possible when her nose caught the scent of something delicious. Her fingers hovered over the buttons as she debated which direction to go in. On the elevator or up the stairs. In the end, the scent won out and up the stairs, she went.

Following her nose, she finds Alastor, with his antlers extended and dragging them against one of the walls. He huffs in frustration, scraping them harder. He looked exhausted and almost seemed like he was sweating, something Voe wasn’t even sure the Radio Demon could do. She thought about whether or not to approach him, almost turning away, but he seemed somewhat tortured, a state she had never seen him in. She betrayed her instincts yet again and found herself coming closer and closer to Alastor.

“Are you okay?” She asks, disrupting him from his thoughts. He scoffs and turns to face her.

“What are you doing here? I do not need your insolence today.”

“I smelled something.” She walks toward him “I’m being sincere. I know it’s hard to tell the difference.”

He grits his teeth “I am fine.”

“You don’t look it. You look like you need help.”

“I do not require assistance. Especially not from you!” He hisses at her

Voe holds up her hands in surrender “Okay. You ‘do not require assistance’, fine. But there’s nobody here who knows more about deer than me.” A low growl is caught in his throat. “Your velvet is itching right?” He shifts his eyes, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of being correct. “You should scrape them on a tree, because not only are the walls not hard enough, but you can see the scrape marks.” They both look at the spot where he had been previously scraping, seeing large scratches in the wood. “Welp, Vaggie isn’t gonna like that.” She turns back to him “You have trees in your room right? Why don’t you do it there?”

“How do you know that?”

She shrugs “Vaggie said something about it and I like to collect facts.”

He stares, reevaluating her with the given information. “How do you know so much about this?”

“Like I said, I like to collect facts.” She grins “Especially about deer.” She looks up at him before he starts to grin himself “Not because of you.” She corrects him “They just happen to be my favorite animal. I knew a lot about them, even before I became one.” He looks her up and down once more.

“Also, you know you could scrape that off with a knife right?” She turns back the way she came, satisfied with her contribution. “By the way, unrelated, but I’ve been wanting to tell you that I like your hair.”

He raises a brow seeming confused “Have people been saying things about my hair?”

She tosses over her shoulder “Oh nothing, just that it’s a fuck ass bob,”

Walking away, she remembered the request that the Vees had given her. ‘Get information out of Alastor’? This moment hadn’t been calculated, she was mostly eager to share her knowledge, but she wondered if she could use this moment as a springboard into something juicier. What are a few conversations for eternal fame in all of Hell? She did say she liked to collect facts.

The next night, she found herself in his orbit once more when he decided to cook again, this time absent of the usual gang that populated the area. He was alone today, humming to himself as he casually mixed and prepared ingredients as though he were painting a portrait. He wasn’t wearing his coat this time which Voe found surprising, most likely indicating that he was feeling comfortable, which would be the best time to get information from him.

“Hi,” she stated from across the room Alastor’s ears twitched in her direction before he looked up and saw her. His body is frozen as his eyes flitted towards his coat, debating whether or not to put it on, but Voe just walks up to him before he has the chance.

“Nice vest,” she smiles as she examines it further. It was solid red, with no stripes like his coat “And yes, I’m being sincere once again,”

He squints at her “Why are you being sincere all of a sudden?” he places the lid on his pan “Any other day you’d be insulting me. What’s changed?” He slips on his coat and grabs his cane, without taking his eyes off the doe.

“You know I’m not out to get you, right? I just like ruffling your feathers a little” she smiles coyly

Alastor twirls his cane with a closed-lipped smile, looking all over her face. He remains silent for a few moments, piping back up with “What could you have done to end up here? It can’t be that serious.”

“Why not?”

"Can I guess? I love to guess!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

"Sure," she replied with a smile.

"Murdered the homecoming queen?" he guessed.

"What? No," Voe smirked. "I'm 27. Also, I was the homecoming queen."

Alastor's eyebrows raised and he leaned forward on his cane. "Slept with somebody's husband?"

Voe was both shocked and amused. "Ha! No."

His grin turned more sly. "Slept with somebody's wife?" Voe looks away and doesn’t answer. "Ahh," he said, twirling his cane. "Caught you."

"A lot of somebody's," Voe admitted.

"You're a lot more interesting than I assumed," Alastor said.

Voe waved him off. "I also have this tendency to make people's lives miserable. But those people deserved it."

"I see you and I are quite alike now that I know more about you," Alastor concluded.

“You didn’t realize that when you saw that we’re the same animal?”

And the next morning when Charlie had everyone down for her morning activity, Voe came down at her own time and pace when the Princess called out to her

“Voe! Did you want to participate today?” Vaggie whispered in her girlfriend’s ear “I mean, no! Get over here girlie! It’s time for an activity!” Vaggie nods in pride

“Okay,” Voe responds, going over and sitting down on the parlor couch

“Okay! So today’s activity we’re going to have you all partner up “

Each of the residents scrambles to partner with each of their friends. Vaggie claps her hands and speaks out over the crowd “No no NO! You’re NOT picking your partners. You’re all going to draw names out of a hat!”

The demons grunt and groan, sitting back down in their spots. Alastor is sitting in his usual chair, his leg up exposing the bottoms of his shoes. They looked like deer tracks. Voe smiles, thinking it was cute.

“Amused?” he smirks himself before Charlie speaks again

“All right, everyone! Come on up!”

They all get into a line, except for Alastor, who doesn’t move from his seat. When Voe reaches the front of the line, going into the hat and pulling out a name “Alastor!” she turns to him “Excellent!”

His eyes widen in confusion “I was not aware that I would be participating this morning Princess,” his voice icy

“Well,” Charlie glances at Vaggie, who nods “You are.” her smile, somewhat asking for approval

“Fair enough,” he says

“Here’s your sheet! Go get to know your new friend!”

“Oh I will,” she smirks at the princess

The two deer sat in front of each other in the empty parlor, the other residents taking their partners to other places.

“What a coincidence that we keep running into each other,” Her voice is sultry, appreciative of the coincidence

“I suppose it is,” his tone was less than pleasant, telling Voe that she still needed to crack him like a nut

Voe looks down at the sheet “So apparently we’re meant to ask each other these questions. So…what’s your favorite color?” She looks up, her eyes wide with innocence, batting her lashes “I think I have a hunch, but I’d like to hear what you have to say,”

“Blue,” he says with a smirk on his face

Voe raises her brow “Really?”

His smirk grows “No,”

“So it’s red, yes?”

“Red as blood, my dear.”

“My favorite color is pink!” She sits up straight

“It suits you,”

At that moment, things started to make sense to Voe. Why hadn’t she thought of it before? She stared at the Radio Demon over her glasses, his smile stayed intact, while his eyes conveyed confusion. Valentino was correct, he was…just a man.

Her eyelids lower and her smile turns flirty. “Thank you. The red is absolutely your color.”

Alastor raises an eyebrow “Excuse me?”

“The red is your color,” she repeats “It looks good on you,”

“Well thank you…I suppose?” He tilts his head “Are you well?”

“Quite.” she leans forward “Let’s disregard the sheet. What would you like to talk about?”

“Whether or not you’ve had an accident,” he stares at her as if she’s lost her mind. He sits up “Oh I understand, you’re trying to mess with me.”

She leans back “Why do you think that?” he stares as though it should be obvious “What?”

“Darling, you can’t fool me. You’re up to something.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t even think of fooling you. That would be fruitless anyway.” she waves off the thought

“I am deeply offended by your lies. And at the insult to my intelligence.”

She blinks, betraying no emotion “I’m sorry you feel that way, but what exactly do you believe I would have to gain by lying to you?”

“Seeing my downfall? I am aware that you work for the Vees.”

She brushes him off “Oh that? That has nothing to do with this. I’m not even under a contract.”

He lowers the pitch of his voice “I don’t like being lied to.”

“Well that’s something I didn’t know about you, good job!” she smirks again

“I think we should stick to the worksheet,”

“Really?”

“What’s your favorite thing to do?” he questions her

She taps her chin “Do you want the PG answer or the explicit answer?”

“I want the truth.

She shrugs “Okay. My favorite thing to do is have sex with women. Or listen to music, depends on the day.”

“I take it you’ve had sexual relations with women recently?”

She purses her lips “Nope. I’ve restrained myself.”

“Very good.”

She stares at him “Your turn.”

“I suppose my favorite thing to do is broadcast the screams of my victims on my radio show,” He shrugs with a cocky grin

“Ah, yes that is your thing,” She stares at his face “Do you dislike me?”

“No.” He states plainly “You seem to dislike me,”

“Of course not. I just like playing games. I have no reason to dislike you.”

“You think it’s okay to play games with someone you don’t know?”

“You seem like a man who enjoys games,”

“I play games, but not with petty children.”

“Good thing neither of us is one of those,” her smile is passive-aggressive

“Sure.”

She leans back on the couch “I’m offending at you thinking that I’m a liar. When have I ever not spoken my mind?”

“Whenever it may not serve you to do so?” His smile widens further and his eyes grow tense

She could see that it would be harder to break him than the other men she had toyed with in the past, he was much smarter, brain not crowded by thoughts of sex. But every man has an ego, and the Radio Demon’s might just be the largest one Voe had ever encountered. When your ego is that large, you do more to protect it, and all that means is that it takes a little more effort to break it.

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