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If you’re taking requests….(hmmm let’s see…. OH i know!!!)

How about Alastor getting his first crush on a girl. BUT…the girl has never been in a romantic relationship before and is completely oblivious to Al’s flirting. She finally gets the hint when he uses his southern accent (he overheard the reader talking to Angel Dust about how she’s into guys with a southern accent and he’s from the south) and properly asks to court her.

That’s all. Have a wonderful day/night/whatever time you’re reading this

PLEASE AND THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️

Alastor never fancied himself the type to get flustered. That sort of nonsense was for others—blushing debutantes and young fools stumbling through their first dances. No, he prided himself on being composed, controlled, unbothered by such trivialities.

Which made the current state of affairs all the more humiliating.

He watched her from across the lounge in the Hazbin Hotel. She was sitting at the bar counter, thumbing through a paperback novel, oblivious to the low thrum of activity around her. Her lips moved as she read silently, occasionally pausing to tap her finger against her chin in thought. The motion made something tighten in Alastor’s chest.

Ridiculous, he thought. He, the Radio Demon, reduced to a fluttering mess by someone so utterly… unaware.

He’d been trying, subtly, to get her attention for days now. At first, he attempted charm in his usual, grandiose way—offers of assistance, carefully timed compliments, little magic tricks involving floating glasses and animated shadows that danced to the music he played.

Nothing.

She had smiled, of course—politely, sweetly—but it was the same smile she gave everyone. There was no spark of recognition, no blush, no hesitation in her step when she saw him. No indication she realized he was flirting.

Alastor was nearly offended.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and one foot lightly tapping the floor in time with the jazz record spinning in the background. Angel Dust sidled up beside him with a smirk, catching the direction of his gaze.

“She still ain’t taken the bait?” Angel asked, popping a bubble of gum.

Alastor’s smile didn’t falter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure. You’ve been hovering around her like a moth on a porch light. Just ask her out already.”

“I would never be so crass,” Alastor replied, waving a hand dismissively. “Romantic pursuits require finesse. Elegance. A gentleman’s touch.”

“Uh-huh,” Angel said, unimpressed. “Well, finesse ain’t working. Maybe try something she actually notices?”

He was about to dismiss Angel entirely when the spider demon added casually, “Heard her talking yesterday. Said something about accents.”

Alastor’s ears perked up ever so slightly.

“Oh?” he said, a little too quickly. “What…sort of accents?”

Angel grinned wickedly. “Southern ones. Said she had a weakness for ‘em. Dunno why—probably the cowboy fantasy or whatever—but she went on about it for, like, ten minutes.”

Alastor straightened, smoothing his lapels thoughtfully. That… was useful information.

He was from New Orleans. He had worked hard to soften the lilt of his accent in public speech, preferring the crisp neutrality of radio diction. But the cadence, the musicality of the South still pulsed in his blood. Perhaps…

“Thank you, Angel,” Alastor said, turning away.

“Don’t mention it, Casanova.”

The next day, she was once again in the lounge, seated at the piano this time, fingers ghosting over the keys as she hummed tunelessly to herself. Alastor approached quietly, his smile soft but sharp, a hunter’s smile, just a little more dangerous today.

He leaned on the piano and said smoothly, “Now, ain’t this a picture? A darlin’ little thing all wrapped up in her own music.”

She looked up, blinking at him, startled. “Oh! Alastor. Hi.”

He gave a slight bow, letting his accent drip a little thicker than usual, like honey poured slow from the jar.

“I was hopin’ I might find you here today.”

She tilted her head, clearly confused. “You were?”

“Mm-hmm.” He leaned in just a fraction. “You see, I’ve been thinkin’—you’ve got a voice sweeter than magnolia wine, and fingers more graceful than a summer breeze. A man could get lost watchin’ you.”

There was a pause.

Then, with a furrow of her brow, she replied: “Do I have something on my face?”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

“You’re… looking at me kind of weird. Is there something wrong?”

Alastor exhaled through his nose. He chuckled—light, pleasant, but tinged with exasperation. “Nothin’ wrong, sugar. Quite the opposite.”

She smiled sheepishly. “Oh, okay. Sorry. I’ve just never been good at reading between the lines.”

That much was becoming abundantly clear.

“Tell me,” Alastor said, letting the chair beside her creak as he sat down, voice velvet-smooth, “have you ever had someone court you before?”

She blinked. “Court me?”

“Yes.” He folded his hands, suddenly earnest beneath the ever-present grin. “Take a genuine, gentlemanly interest in your company. Walk you through the gardens, sing with you in the parlor, bring you little gifts, if you’d let him. Someone who’d admire you deeply, and… respectfully.”

She was looking at him now, her book forgotten entirely.

“You’re asking if I’ve ever dated anyone?”

“Precisely.”

“…No. I haven’t.”

“Well then,” he said, voice dropping just a touch, gaze meeting hers fully now, “I’d like to be the first.”

There was a beat.

Then, a very quiet, “Wait. You’re serious?”

“As serious as a New Orleans summer is humid.”

Her mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. “…Is that what you’ve been doing all week?”

“I do hope I haven’t been too subtle,” he said dryly.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, pressing her hands to her face in embarrassment. “I thought you were just being…you!”

Alastor’s laughter bubbled out before he could help it. “And what, pray tell, does that mean?”

“You compliment everyone! You do magic tricks for fun! You talk like a dramatic novel character. I thought that was just your thing!”

He grinned wider, if that were possible. “Ah, but did I compliment anyone else’s eyes in prose-poetry style? Did I call Husk’s frown ‘poetically tragic’ or Charlie’s footsteps ‘music to rival Debussy’?”

“…No.”

“Exactly.”

She groaned softly, dragging her hands down her face. “I missed everything. I’m so sorry.”

“There’s no apology needed.” His tone softened. “Romance isn’t a language everyone speaks fluently. But I’m willing to teach, if you’re willin’ to learn.”

She looked at him again—really looked this time. There was something genuine beneath the eccentricity. A glimmer of vulnerability in the way he held her gaze, even as his smile stayed fixed and bright.

“…You want to court me,” she repeated.

“If you’ll have me.”

She laughed under her breath, disbelieving. “I don’t even know how to be courted.”

“That’s alright, sugar,” he said gently. “I do.”

She paused. Then gave a small nod.

“Alright. You can court me.”

Alastor lit up like a marquee.

“Excellent!” he said, standing and offering her his hand. “Shall we start now? A walk through the garden, perhaps? I hear the moon’s lookin’ especially lovely tonight.”

She took his hand, hesitantly at first, then more surely. His grip was warm and steady.

As they walked toward the lobby doors, she looked sideways at him.

“So, just to be clear…was the shadow puppet of a heart yesterday part of the flirting?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“…Wow. I thought that was just performance art.”

Alastor chuckled.

“We’ve got a long way to go, don’t we?”

She smiled. “Guess so.”

But her fingers stayed in his, and for the first time in a very long time, Alastor felt the quiet thrill of possibility stir beneath his ever-cheerful facade.

Maybe love wasn’t as trivial as he thought. Maybe—just maybe—it was worth learning how to speak her language, too.

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GOOD OMENS

1x01 • “The Beginning”

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GOOD OMENS "I Know Where I'm Going"

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He tried and that’s what matters

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It'll be okay *puts a little flower in your hair*

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Dads day date

Another chaotic week and fluff 📻🍎 for healing the soul

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the world isn’t so bad. it has you in it, after all.

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His friends ♡

(I drew this for Angel's birthday. Happy birthday Angel!!! 🎉)

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Hello~

I heard your requests are open if that's still up to date. If that's so, could you write something for Toilet bound hanako-kun?

Where hanako is insecure and think that reader doesn't trust him, so reader's trying to prove their trust so they jump off the school building in front of him. (He catches them of course) and he asking: "what's gotten into you, do you want to die?!" And reader is like: "it wouldn't bother me, maybe I could be with you forever then."

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE AND HAVE A NICE DAY! <3

Hello!

Yes request are open! I just took some time off because i got a procedure in the eyes. Now i can see without a blurry vision!

I hope this is of your liking, please let me know what you think!

TW: Mentions of death and jumping.

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When you started seeing supernaturals you got scared.

Sure, some are cute like the Mokke, but... The rest?

Because all of them had rules and "buts" attached to them you were wary to believe them.

What if the price is high? what if to leave their boundary you need to hurt a friend?

But this fear did not happen with Hanako right away.

It would be because he was the first supernatural you ever saw.

The first one to tell you there was a price to pay for granting your wish.

You soon realized all of them had a "catch".

Thus becoming wary.

Hanako observed your interactions and at first he was glad you weren't easily fooled like Nene was.

But on the other hand, a little voice told him that also applied to him.

So, Hanako being Hanako, he kinda kept some informations from you on purpose - he thought that if he told you everything you would grow suspicious and hate him even more.

Well, he was wrong.

He ended up hurting you a lot more.

Because you trusted him. You believed in what he said because he saved you a thousand times. Because he was honest upfront about his price.

Alas, when you started noticing he didn't share somethings your heart broke.

You decided to confront him in the bathroom one day.

With a little scowl, you called for him, not chanting like you usually do. - chanting the Hanako-san, Hanako-san.

The boy thought some went south, especially because you were alone, no Nene or Kou with you.

So, when he appeared he was a bit worried and his voice sounded a bit urgent.

But when you puffed your cheeks and explained why you were there, confronting him about his secret keeping, his worry shifted gears.

Hanako tried to argue with you and reason that you hardly believed any of them - even Tsuchigomori-sensei sometimes.

At this point you had tears in your eyes.

You grabbed him by the collar, but couldn't speak much.

So soon you let go of him and that action made Hanako think things were a bit settled.

Until you asked a very strange thing:

Y/N: So... you say you hide things from me because you think i distrust you?

Hanako: ....

Y/N: ... I will show you... I... I will prove to you i have always by your side!

You dashed out of the bathroom.

Because of your emotional state, Hanako followed you suit, calling your name.

A million things crossed his mind of what you could do.

Piss off a supernatural? Get cursed? Enter a boundary? Or.... seek Tsukasa?

The boy was sweating cold when he realized you were headed to roof.

Nothing supernatural related was there...

When he caught up to you, you were poorly seated on the fence.

Hanako called out to you.

But as soon as you heard his voice, you turned to him, eyes puffy and red.

You just relaxed and let your weight go, falling off the roof.

In an instant you could see the hakujoudai coming towards you and disappearing out of your sight.

You squeezed your eyes shut, but you never fell to the ground - something was pushing you up and another something was holding your wrist.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Hanako.

He had tears in the corner of his eyes, he was panting and had mixture of worry, sadness and anger on his expression.

He managed to pull you up and you both sat there in silence for a moment.

You were both shaking, but soon Hanako blew up at you:

Hanako: W-what do you think you are doing?? You could have died!

Y/N:.. I, I told you i would prove it t-

Hanako: Dying proves nothing!

Y/N: You would at least mean i could be all the time with you!

Hanako gritted his teeth

Hanako: Dying doesn't mean you will become a supernatural!

You were in tears and sobbing

Y/N: I- I know! But ... you came to me! And this is my point.

Hanako fell silent for a moment.

Y/N: See? i trust you with my life...

The boy gritted his teeth once more, but this time to hold back tears. He closed the space between you two and gave you hug:

Hanako: Idiot... I will always be by your side.

Even though he was trying not to cry, a tear or to rolled down his cheek.

He wanted to tell you a lot more, but the words got stuck on his throat.

When you pulled away, Hanako dried your tears gently.

Placing his forehead agaisnt yours, he asked you to promise him to never do this kind of thing.

You said you would if he talked to you more, if he relied on you.

You both agreed to it.

It was an awkward way back to the bathroom and even more awkward when Nene show up with Kou.

But you two started to slowly build this bridge.

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Thank you for reading!

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It is very long, so it might be a chore to read. I am asking other people whom I have gotten inspiration from if I can use their work as well and I promised to credit that too. I will admit I did use scenes and lines from your story as inspiration for my comic. I do not approve of plagiarism by any means. if you uncomfortable, I will change it

No it's okay, I'm still looking forward to read it. Thank you for caring and asking for permission :)

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Of course, I will credit you as inspiration for my comic. Would you even like me to send you what I have written so you know exactly what I am posting?

Oh sure, I'm excited what you came up with :))

But don't feel obligated to, It's fine for me when you just credit me <3 but I'm also curious what you creating

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Your writing is absolutely amazing and your story is incredible. Can I use your story as inspiration for my Alastor x OC comic?

Hey ho!

Thank you so much for the nice words QwQ

You sure can, but only with credit ~

Have a nice day/evening! <3

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you are amazing !! love your writing , could you maybe make a amane oneshot where he takes you stargazing and he then cuddles you? btw u are awsome stay hydrated and have a lovely day ! :)

A/N: Wow, it's been awhile since I've done one of these, and this is a really old request, but I miss writing and I miss you guys. <3 Took my time on this one, and I haven't written anything tbhk related in a good minute, so bare with me. Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff

Amane’s hand grabbed yours as he pulled you towards him, his eyes illuminating under the moonlit gaze peeking from the window as you both stood still by the stairwell, the shadows from the dark corner peeking behind his back seemed only to define his features more.

An amused laugh bubbled in your throat as your eyebrow raised, “Amane, you know it’s well after school hours, what are you doing?” Your eyes glanced down to your hand interlaced with his, you felt the gentle squeeze tatter against your skin, throughout your whole body, your eyes finding his again. “I can’t spend extra time with my girlfriend?”

You scoffed, Amane always tried to smooth talk his way out of things, especially when mischief was born from it. “We need to go home.” 

Amane let out a sigh of defeat, for a moment you thought you’d convince him, but this is Amane we’re talking about. “We will, after this.” He proceeded to drag you up the steps, the abrupt movement making you almost trip, and you held onto the railing for stability. Your shouts of protest went to vain as he pushed the door open that led to the roof.

The soft breeze gently cupped your face as your eyes wandered to the scene in front of you. There was a blanket set down with constellations scattered across the dark blue fabric. His telescope was set next to the blanket, inviting you to peek through into a starlit fantasy that rested in the night sky.

You walked forward, your hand gently losing its grip from Amane’s as you moved closer to the blanket, you couldn’t help but smile. You knelt down, your knees hitting the cotton below as your hands ran through the fluffy sewn blanket. 

“You did this.. For me?” You turned to the boy who was only standing a few inches away, a smile laid on his features, due to the moonlight you could even see the canthal lines at the corners of his eyes, he never looked happier. His eyes appeared to match the constellations that laid on the sheet you were kneeling on now. He walked closer to you as you scooted over to give room for him to sit with you.

Sitting beside you, you noticed how nervous he was, a faint blush stained his cheeks and his hands stilled on his knees, but you could see his thumb lightly tapping the fabric of the jeans. 

“I did.” Amane’s head turned to face yours, his hand finding yours, a touch that was made so many times yet this felt more intimate. It burned into your skin as his hand clasped yours, guiding you closer to the telescope in front of you. The metal was cold against your skin as you brought your eye to the smaller hole of the telescope, allowing you to get a closer glimpse of the stars above.

Amane’s hands reached and turned the telescope to the right while you were looking through, his other hand rested on your shoulder. “You see that?” 

You hummed in response, looking at the star that seemed to shine brighter than the rest, like a mini sun, and coincidentally, that’s exactly what it was. “They call that one Sirius, it’s actually one of the brightest stars up there, and the closest to Earth.”

A small smile was placed on your lips as you listened to him explaining the star to you. You could hear the passion in his voice as he said these facts so easily, like they were engraved in his memory, saying them was as easy as breathing, not one stutter. The star shone, and you monovered your hands so you were able to zoom in on the bright light, noticing just how similar yet so different it was to the others that surrounded it. “It’s beautiful…”

You heard small movements behind you, the blanket becoming a bit disarray from the shuffling. You felt hands placed on your hips as Amane slowly pulled you away from the telescope. “Hey, I wasn’t done-”

Your sentence was cut short when you felt his head rest itself on your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin, making you more self aware of the feeling of his body pressed against yours. His hands and arms wrapped around your lower stomach as he pressed you further into him. Your arms popped with goosebumps and an uncontrollable smile fought its way on your face.

“I wanted to show you this, to show you how beautiful the stars are,” Amane mumbled, the feeling of his lips lightly pressing against your skin as he spoke brought heat up from your neck to your cheeks. “And how it’s not enough to ever take my eyes off you.” 

Your smile broadened as your hand moved down and rested on top of his, the padding of your thumb gently caressing his knuckles. You looked up at the night sky, your lashes fluttering and your gaze dazed with pure bliss. “Nothing could ever pull my eyes from you either.”

Amane held you tighter in response, indulging himself in your smell, how sweet it was and your touch, the softness of your skin that brought an eerie calm to him. How your voice sounded and the small breaths you took in a serene moment such as this one.

He had you in his hands, he was able to reach you and admire you up close the way he wanted to, unlike the moon that’ll always be a beauty from afar. The difference between you and the stars in Amane’s eyes was that you were simply ineffable, the sky couldn’t come close.