#Omega Alastor

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about an omegaverse radioapple au (still with asexual Alastor) where Alastor is always on suppressants- he hasn’t had a heat in ages (and when he does, they’re never the most pleasant, seeing as he’d rather die than take a lover to bed, even if it would ease the pain)

But having all the new inhabitants in the hotel messes with things, and then he misses a dose of his suppressants and before he knows it- he can feel a heat coming on.

Lucifer can scent it on him, no matter how much the demon tries to hide it. He picks up the particular sweetness of it one night, after Alastor had been missing all day, and with concern growing in his gut- he follows it.

He follows the scent until he’s at Alastor’s bedroom, and he knows he shouldn’t enter- they’ve been together for a little while, but their relationship is still shaky, and if Alastor chose to go to his own bedroom instead of the one they share, then he must have wanted pace- and Lucifer is just about to turn away, until he hears a pained moan, and he can’t help himself.

He pushes inside, finding Alastor laying in a ball in the corner of his room, curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, shirts of Lucifer’s in his little nest, little pieces of his favorite person scattered around him- and he looks terrible.

His ears are flat on his head, his whole body is trembling and covered in sweat. He doesn’t even notice Lucifer come in, not until the angel is standing before him-

“Leave,” he spits, even as Lucifer’s calming scent washes over him. His whole body aches, every muscle screaming.

Lucifer pauses, his heart aching to see Alastor so pained. “Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”

And Alastor is about to tell him to go fuck himself, when Lucifer suddenly sinks to his knees, reaching out to brush the hair from Alastor’s face- and the contact eases a bit of the fire in his skin, soothes a bit of the raging in his gut.

He doesn’t push him away. Instead, despite himself, he leans his cheek into Lucifer’s palm. Closing his eyes as he breathes in the familiar scent of his alpha.

He hates everything about the position he’s in. Hates how vulnerable, how exposed, how utterly pathetic he is. But the longer Lucifer stays beside him, his scent filling Alastor’s lungs- the more he finds he cannot bear to drive Lucifer out.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t express what he needs, doesn’t communicate his wants. He just grabs Lucifer’s wrist and pulls him closer, tugging the blonde into his little nest, where he promptly curls up in his arms.

It’s more contact than he usually allows, but for once, his skin is not prickling every place they meet. Instead, his body feels warm from Lucifer’s touch, a pleasant glow filling his whole being.

Perhaps this is how touch often feels for everyone else.

Lucifer stays with him then, until the worst of his heat is over. Fully clothed, they lay in eachother’s embrace, Alastor allowing Lucifer to scent him, allowing him to card his fingers through his hair, allowing him to run his hand up and down his back.

It’s awful. It’s humiliating.

And it’s also the first time one of his heats has ever been bearable.

(edit: i made this a fic!!! read it here!)

[alastors-airwaves]

Alastor steps into the dimly lit corridor of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual swagger slightly diminished as he clutches his stomach. He mutters to himself, trying to shake off the lingering nausea.

Alastor: Just a little rest, that’s all I need. *grumbles* I swear, I’ll never eat that again...

As he approaches his room, he suddenly notices a faint glow emanating from the slightly ajar door down the hall. Curiosity piqued, he glances in, only to find Husk and Lucifer Morningstar inside. The sight catches him off guard, and he hesitates before peeking in further, his heart racing with a mix of anger and jealousy.

Husk, usually grumpy and disheveled, leans against Lucifer. The smaller blonde whispers something soothing, and Husk seems to respond to him with a relaxed sigh, eyes half-closed.

Alastor's expression darkens, his brow furrowing as he tries to process what he’s witnessing.

Alastor: Husker! What do you think you’re doing in there? I thought we had an understanding during your... heat cycles! You’re supposed to come to me for that sort of—

Lucifer turns his head, a knowing smirk crossing his face, while Husk looks startled but quickly regains his composure.

Lucifer: Alastor, I didn’t expect to see you here. We were just having a little... “conversation”.

Alastor’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he steps into the room, trying to assert dominance despite the twist of jealousy in his gut.

Alastor: “Conversation?” Is that what you call it? Husk, you’ve been through this before! I’m the one who’s supposed to be—

Husk: Boss! Stop! I’m not some property for you to claim. You think just because you pretend to be an alpha that you can—

Alastor: I am an alpha! I’ve always been an alpha! You don’t need to—

Lucifer: *chuckles* Seems like someone’s a bit possessive, Al. You should relax. Husk’s not going anywhere, especially not when I’m here to help him through this. Isn’t that right, Husk?

Husk glances between the two, visibly torn, but Alastor can see the way he leans closer to Lucifer, and it drives him to the edge.

Alastor: Fine! Enjoy your little...moment, then! Just don’t come crying to me when you’re done.

He spins on his heel, storming out of the room, the jealousy and anger churning inside him.

Once in the safety of his own space, he slams the door behind him, struggling to suppress the wave of emotions washing over him.

Alastor leans against the door, breathing heavily, the facade of control slipping as he mutters to himself.

He sinks to the floor, the mask of the Radio Demon cracking as he grapples with the feelings he can’t quite name.

[lilacwriter07]

So I believe Omega Alastor should be a tag ✨👀✨ I love my Omega characters feral and lovely at the same time, Alastor seems like a great Omega .

Looking so bloody feral in his nest as he purrs 🤤💨💖

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 2

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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller

🎙️ “Oh, I do love a good bit of drama, don’t you? There’s a spell that lingers in the air, my friends. Something intoxicating, a force that binds you, twists you, and refuses to let go. That old black magic is creeping in, and once it has you in its grasp, well, let’s just say... you’ll never be quite the same again.”🎙️

🎶That old black magic has me in its spell 

that old black magic that you weave so well🎵

Alastor's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as Vox launched into yet another self-aggrandizing anecdote. 

The supper club's jazz quartet provided a soothing counterpoint to the alpha's grating voice, their mellow tones a balm to Alastor's fraying nerves.

"...and that's when I told the network executives, 'Gentlemen, the future of entertainment is television!'" Vox boomed, slapping the table for emphasis.

Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.

 "How fascinating," he purred, the words tasting like syrup on his tongue—and this omega hated sweets.

If only the fool would shut up long enough for Alastor to excuse himself to the powder room.

He took a delicate sip of the ludicrously colored drink he’d been given. Vox’s good sense to pick The Red Horizon club did not extend to his selection of cocktail, and his personality left much to be desired. 

He didn’t have taste. Just flash with no substance. 

But…The omega agency had certainly matched Alastor with worse prospects.

"Of course, someone in your position couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of my work," Vox continued, oblivious to Alastor's disinterest. 

The omega felt a record scratching inside his brain and his temper flair.

He knew the intricacies of entertaining, and he knew them well. Not that anyone knew him for his work in radio.

The last time he attempted to mention it to Vox, he got offered a job— as the man’s ‘cute little secretary.’

Over his dead body.

"Oh, I'm sure that's true," Alastor murmured to appease the alpha, and keep him talking while the omega rested his chin on his hand. His gaze drifted across the dimly lit room, settling on the now familiar figure at the bar like a reprieve.

The blonde alpha was staring again, golden eyes fixed on Alastor with an intensity that sent an invisible shiver down his spine.

Alastor was no stranger to hungry alpha gazes, but this...this was different. There was a pull there, a black magic he couldn't quite name.

Absently, the omega traced the rim of his glass with one elegant finger. 

The crystal sang softly, a faint counterpoint to his date’s endless droning.

"Are you even listening to me?" Vox snapped, jolting Alastor from his reverie.

"But of course, darling," Alastor lied smoothly. "Please, do go on. I'm simply enthralled by your tales of corporate conquest."

As Vox launched into another self-important story, Alastor's attention drifted once more to the mysterious alpha in the leather jacket. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Alastor felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the little bit of liquor.

🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵

The blonde alpha's golden eyes widened, as if he'd heard the soft chime of Alastor's glass from across the crowded room. 

Ridiculous, of course—the band was in full swing, couples twirling across the dance floor. And yet…those eyes held Alastor captive, warm and earnest in a way that made his breath catch.

A genuine smile tugged at Alastor's lips, unbidden. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶

"Ahem." Vox's pointed cough shattered the spell. "I said, don't you agree?"

Alastor blinked, realizing he'd been caught, again. He poured on the charm, leaning in with practiced interest. "Oh absolutely, my dear. Your insight is simply unparalleled."

Vox preened, but his satisfaction was short-lived. He twisted in his seat, following Alastor's previous line of sight. 

The rough-looking alpha quickly averted his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his empty glass.

“"I see.” Turning back, Vox's lips curled in distaste. “Perhaps if you'd chosen a more demure outfit, you wouldn't be drawing such tawdry attention."

“Oh? Whatever could you mean by that Vox?” Alastor's smile didn't waver, though something cold settled in his stomach as he simpered. "Why, I was ever so mindful to dress nicely for our evening out," he purred, voice dripping with honeyed charm. "After all, you were kind enough to share your…opinions on my wardrobe choices with the social worker after our first two dates."

Inwardly, Alastor seethed. 

Such was the lot of an unmated omega in this alpha-dominated world—constantly scrutinized, constantly judged. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from his perfectly tailored vest, thinking bitterly of the hoops he'd jumped through to meet Vox's exacting standards.

Before the dark-haired alpha could respond, a waiter rematerialized at their table. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to order?"

"Ah, yes," Vox said, puffing up importantly. "I'll have the filet mignon, rare, with the truffle reduction." He barely glanced at Alastor before continuing, "And for the omega, perhaps the poached salmon salad? I’m sure you want to be mindful of your figure, after all."

Alastor's smile became brittle, though his voice remained light. "How thoughtful of you, darling." His stomach growled in protest, mourning the loss of a proper meal. 

These arranged dates were half about the food, after all—a way to indulge beyond his usual means.

As the waiter departed, Alastor sipped his drink, thinking longingly of the hearty gumbo he could have made for a fraction of the price of this overpriced lettuce. 

But needs must be met, he supposed. At least the music was decent.

🎵I should stay away, but what can I do?🎵

Alastor's gaze drifted to the new frilly cocktail Vox had ordered for him, a saccharine concoction topped with a plump maraschino cherry. 

A treat, the alpha had said—Alastor would rather a dry red wine. Since he wasn’t allowed his whiskey.

With deliberate grace, he plucked the fruit from his glass, bringing it to his lips. As he did so, his eyes wandered across the room, seeking out the blonde alpha at the bar.

Their eyes locked just as Alastor bit down, the cherry's sweetness popping across his tongue. 

He held the alpha's gleaming gaze…just restraining himself from tying the stem in a knot with his tongue. That would be laying it on a bit thick, wouldn’t it?

🎵Darling, down and down I go, 

round and round I go 🎶

"I must say, your network's latest programming schedule is simply fascinating," Alastor sighed, seamlessly returning his attention to Vox. "Do tell me more about your fall lineup."

Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention. 

"Well, since you asked..." He launched into a detailed monologue about ratings and demographics.

As the waiter set down their meals, Vox paused his vainglorious speech. "I'm glad you're not eating too heavily tonight, dear. I'm quite looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor later." Vox leered.

Alastor suppressed a shudder, imagining Vox's grabby hands pawing at him under the guise of dancing.

 "Oh? How lovely," he lied smoothly. "But surely you were about to tell me about that thrilling new game show concept?"

Vox's eyes lit up, and Alastor settled in for another interminable story, his mind already calculating how long he could delay the inevitable groping on the dance floor.

♫ ♫ ♫

As the last morsel of food disappeared from their plates, Alastor dabbed at his lips with his napkin, his mind racing for an excuse to postpone the dreaded dance. 

A flash of inspiration struck, and he turned to Vox with a carefully crafted smile.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, darling," Alastor cooed, rising gracefully from his seat. "I simply must freshen up"

Vox waved him off. "Don't be too long, sweetheart. I'm eager to…show off my moves."

Oh, Alastor could not begin to explain how he was not Vox’s sweetheart.

Alastor's smile tightened imperceptibly as he glided away from the table, his steps measured and unhurried despite his desire to put distance between himself and his boorish date. 

As he passed the hostess stand, a thought occurred to him.

Pausing, he leaned in conspiratorially to the Peter, the club host. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice the gentleman at the bar. Might you know who he is?"

He might expect the smiling blonde beta’s face to light up with gossip-fueled glee, but instead, it soured. "Oh, him? That's Lucifer. He's a friend of our cook.” Peter leaned close. “I wouldn’t let yourself be tempted—you can judge that apple by its skin.” 

The omega kept from shooting a scowl at the boldness of the beta—this was not the place or the time. 

Though, from here, he could see what Peter meant. The skin of the blonde alpha’s forearms held more ink than the Sunday paper.  

"Lucifer," Alastor murmured, savoring the name on his tongue. A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his veins like liquid fire. 

He'd never felt anything quite like it before.

🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.

Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵

Alastor barely had time to settle back into the plush booth before Vox's meaty hand clamped around his wrist. The alpha's eyes glinted with a possessive hunger that made Alastor's skin crawl.

"Come on, dollface. Time to show you off," Vox growled, yanking the omega to his feet.

Alastor's smile strained as he stumbled after the alpha. "My, aren't we eager?" he quipped, trying to maintain his composure.

Vox's grip tightened as he jerked Alastor close. "You bet I am. Been waiting all night for this."

As the band struck up a lively foxtrot, Alastor found himself desperately trying to find his footing. 

He was an excellent dancer. Being a tall omega meant he often lead others of his designation and female betas while the men and alphas were off to war. 

Alastor could finesse any partner.

But Vox's movements were erratic and forceful, completely at odds with the music's rhythm. Each time Alastor attempted to fall into step, Vox would drag him in another direction.

The oaf wouldn't know rhythm if it bit him in his oversized head. 

The brunette longed to take the lead, to show this buffoon how it was really done. But societal expectations chained him to this farce of a dance.

"Isn't this great?" Vox bellowed, oblivious to Alastor's discomfort. "You're lucky to have such a talented dance partner."

Alastor's smile twisted into something closer to a sneer. "Oh yes," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm positively overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm."

As Vox continued to manhandle him around the floor, Alastor's contempt grew. 

His eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape—or at least a distraction. They landed on the bar, where a pair of golden eyes met his own. 

 🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶

Vox's hand slid lower down his back, yanking Alastor flush against him. 

The omega's nose wrinkled at the alpha's overpowering cologne as Vox's hips ground against him in a vulgar parody of what should be done on a dance floor.

"Now this is more like it," Vox purred, his breath hot on Alastor's ear. "You know, as this is our third date,”

“So it is,” the omega said, hiding the wariness in his tone with a lilting tease.

“So.” Vox blundered over the beat of the music. “ I've got certain…expectations."

Alastor stiffened, his lips holding no hint of a smile. He leaned back, trying to put some distance between them. 

"My dear fellow, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. The matchmaker was quite clear about your preferences for an unmated—"

"Untouched," Vox interrupted, his grin predatory. "And why do you think that is, doll?”

Alastor's eyes widened, his carefully crafted facade cracking.

"I…I beg your pardon?" He stammered, genuinely caught off guard for the first time in years. His mind raced, searching for a way to extricate himself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation without causing a scene. “I’ve no idea what you could possibly be implying.”

“Oh, don’t play like that, a male omega can’t play coy.” Vox huffed, forgetting the pretense of a dance as his pawing hands held Alastor. “I want to be the one to plant the first flag, if you catch my drift."

Alastor pushed against Vox's chest, but barely escaped an inch. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in that sort of…arrangement, sir. Perhaps we should call it a night?"

Vox's grip tightened, his expression darkening. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how much I spent on dinner? On this whole evening?" He leaned in, alcohol-laced breath hot against Alastor's cheek. "You owe me something for my trouble."

A flicker of genuine anger flashed in Alastor's eyes, quickly masked behind his practiced smile. 

The audacity of this utter buffoon.

"Now, Vox," Alastor said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I don't recall agreeing to any form of transaction. Surely a gentleman such as yourself—"

His words were cut short as Vox's hand suddenly grabbed his ass. 

Alastor froze, eyes wide with shock and indignation. His mind reeled, searching for a way to salvage the situation without compromising his carefully cultivated image.

Though he longed to show yet another entitled alpha what he was capable of. 

But he hesitated, acutely aware of the eyes upon them, of the delicate social balance he had to maintain. 

For a moment, Alastor found himself truly at a loss, his usual wit and charm failing him in the face of such brazen disrespect.

Just as Alastor's composure threatened to crack, a ringing voice cut through the tension.

 "Pardon me, gentlemen. Might I cut in?"

Before either could respond, a blonde figure slid between them, deftly maneuvering Alastor away from Vox's grasp and into his own. Alastor found himself whisked onto the dance floor, guided by sure hands and twinkling golden eyes.

🎶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.

The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵

"Lucifer," the alpha introduced himself with a roguish wink. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."

The omega’s relief was palpable, though he masked it with a coy smile. "Not at all," Alastor' sighed gratefully. "Though I’m afraid I must protest when we are caught by my proper date—as a matter of principle."

“Whatever ya need, doll.” Lucifer grinned, falling easily into step with his new partner.

“My name is Alastor.” the taller man  corrected, caution moderating his tone, knowing his history of putting boundaries before alphas and how they reacted.

Lucifer just smiled, and said. “Whatever ya need, Alastor.”

And just like that, this pint-sized alpha earned his first genuine smile of the night as he stole the omega away.

🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵

🎙️ “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” 🎙️

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[worldofkuro]

Hey !

I was wondering, how your Painted Smile series would turned out in a Omegaverse? I'm so curious, Alastor is already obssesed with the reader, so imagine if he as an Alpha and the redar an Omega. And When they were children, nesting together ! Growing up with the tension between their two dyanmics >///< Please, please ?

Oh, how nostalgic !I don’t remember the last time I wrote something about Alpha & Omega content. But do you wish for death? Asking for an Alpha!Alastor..? Do tell, if you want a part2, it would be interesting to do.

Well, well, I can see Alastor’s father being an Alpha and his mother an Omega. He could see how his mother hurted from the bond his father forced upon her. He hated it. Being controlled by his instincts seems horrible.  He couldn’t lie to himself, he always loved his mother purring to smooth his nerves but hearing his father's growl would always make him tense.

He wished to be a beta. From what he read, they weren’t really affected by pheromones and could live their life like they wanted. He wanted that, he envied that.

And that’s when he first met you. You were such a happy annoying girl, being the perfect girl. He would scoff at you but as you know how the story goes, he will start to care for you as his special person. 

He would frown when he heard both of your mothers talk about how amazing it would be if you and Alastor turned out to be an Omega and an Alpha. He didn’t wish this upon you, you were his special person, he didn't want you to be weak to pheromones. 

You always made a nest on his bed, you wanted him to be able to sleep peacefully, so you always did your best to make it fluffy and cozy. You would take a nap together, feeling at peace.

When you first gave him Eamon, his mother teased him, saying it was maybe a courting gift but Alastor just laughed. You weren’t like this, and so was he. 

He turned into an Alpha around 11 years old. He couldn’t go out because of all the smell and noise he could feel. And furthermore, when you came to him because you were worried, he almost salivated because of how sweet you smell. He hated it, he was being controlled by something stronger than himself.

But you helped him, through all those new experiences, making him feel safe with you which almost made him forget he was an Alpha.

But when you turned to be an Omega, when you were maybe around 14, it was something much more unbearable for him.

First of all, you went into heat.

If you went into heat one day, in a public place, Alastor would snarl at any Alpha round and carry you, running to your house. He knew you would be safe there.

 He would come see you, wanting to be the one caring for you, like you did for him. But when he entered your house, all he could smell was your divine scent that seemed to invite him into your  bedroom. Thank God, your mother calmed him down and asked Alastor not to come until you were feeling okay again.

He would sneak to see you, staying in front of your window, never opening it. He was so scared of what he could do if he smelled you once more. 

You would whine, asking for him to hug you but Alastor would never break, staring at you through the windows.

When you felt better, there was a whole new tension between the two of you. Both of you would get very protective of the other. Someone touched Alastor, you could put your scent on you, saying he was smelling bad and he should be grateful you were here.

Alastor would let you scent him whenever you wanted, doing the same for you. In the beginning, the two of you wouldn’t know the meaning behind the scenting. It’s when Alice told you it was something a courting pair would do to show everyone you were courting someone. 

You almost exploded when you heard that news. DId everyone think you and Alastor were courting ? How embarrassing ! .. And yet, you liked that thought..

[ruleroftheimps]

Okay, fuck it, I gave into the temptation, and I am typing out this idea.

Radiostatic with A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Alastor, Omega Vox, it's mostly about taking care of the other and protecting them so platonic bonds are totally possible. Vox's Omega status is actually pretty well known, and has been ever since he became an Overlord.

In the past, Vox and Alastor were best friends, and maaaaybe a bit more around the 1970s. They were basically inseparable, and the main reason nobody bugged Vox about his status, was, well... who's going to bug the Radio Demon's friend about anything?

Vox is used to feeling oppressed by whatever mate he picks because of his status, and basically decided that, even if he has a mate, he never wants to be marked and have the ability to use suppressants/change mates/etc taken away from him, even though he's pretty much set on never leaving Alastor. Seriously, Alastor cannot escape him if he wanted to. Alastor respects this HUGELY, especially because Vox's reaction to finding out Alastor doesn't like sex was basically just 'Oh, okay. What's for dinner?' So, they're happy in their relationship, whatever it is.

That is, until a newly fallen sinner gets a bit too arrogant while Vox is drinking at a bar and tries to forcibly mark him. Unsurprisingly, they get zapped, but Vox is still shaken. Especially when the fact that if he ever does get overpowered and claimed, that could affect the power in Hell is brought up at the Overlord meeting literally the next day.

So, influenced heavily by waaaay too much alcohol, he decides to ask Alastor, his trusted partner and closest friend in Hell to mark him. Just so, that way, he can't be claimed by anybody else forcibly. And besides, he's never going to leave Alastor, they'll always be a dynamic duo, so it'll work out just fine!

...right?

[l4zyb0n35]

I always feel like that bitch whenever a fanfic writer i follow and get inspo from likes my post. It’s like winning an Emmy.

[artofhazbinhotel]

I did something I find HILARIOUS, I assigned hazbin hotel characters omegaverse roles, you're welcome

Charlie- omega

Vaggie- beta

Alastor- beta

Rosie- beta

Cherri- alpha

Sir pentious- omega

Angel- omega

Husk- beta

Niffty- alpha

Lucifer- omega

Lilith- alpha

Valentino- beta

Vox- omega

Velvette- alpha

Lute- alpha

Adam- beta

Saint Peter- omega

[prince-liest]

In your omegaverse insecure beta Vox AU, would Vox have pretended to be an omega if Alastor was an alpha? Or would his internalized whatever not allow him to do that?

He would probably have pretended even harder to be an alpha. Most of his desire to present as an alpha isn't specifically to be the societally ideal partner for Alastor - it's to present himself as a societally ideal powerful man.

Alastor being an omega who is so effortlessly powerful grates but is something Vox is able to dismiss to a certain extent because as an omega Alastor isn't even really in the game of trying to attain acceptable alpha-hood (which has significant overlap with toxic masculinity and the persistent pressure for people to prove themselves as worthy of their own gender), but Alastor being an alpha who is still effortlessly powerful despite clearly putting little to no effort into the particular kind of showboating that Vox has to engage in to feel like he's even starting to "do it right" would just make Vox feel even more insecure standing next to him.

It would probably just shift his psychosexual obsession with Alastor from "I am going to dominate you beause that's what a real alpha does to omegas" to "I am going to dominate you to prove that I'm better at being an alpha." Cue wildly oscillating between trying to emasculate Alastor for not trying very hard to align with what Vox thinks makes a real alpha, and being frustrated that Alastor is so secure in himself despite not even trying.

[otsmosis]

ohdeercoffee does it again, this time with their fic, Fully Booked.

[lu-lus-dicks]

You deserve a kitty too baby

(I am terrible drawing on my phone and don't have my drawing tablet, so it's not the best <3)

He's beautiful! he deserves the world <3 would eat him

[thief-of-eggs]

*crawls into your ask* OK SO! How do they figure out they are mates?! IS IT SOULMATE MARKS?! Does Alastor find the mark of the devil on his skin after their first meeting?!??! Does Lucifer think Al is an alpha at first bc of the way he challenges him but then one night during conversation he's like "I SENSE A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE" and woops, a little peak into Al's soul and he's like WAIT YOU'RE MY MATE?!

Hello Hello!!!

Ok ok so I know every omegaverse is different, but for mine I like to think along the terms of soul-bond, which I think would become apparent through any form of close connection. Almost like a pack I guess, but they just know deep down that this is their mate, no questions about it.

Scent has a lot to do with it too- eachother’s scent causes the other to react much stronger than other alphas and omegas

And also, I think just a bit of free will!! They chose eachother. No need for official mating, no need for anything Alastor is uncomfortable with. They can just sense it, when they’re around eachother. Because Lucifer is wanting to protect and shelter him, and Alastor (despite himself) is wanting to receive the shelter and protection

ALSO YES!!! I firmly believe Alastor was masquerading as an Alpha before. For a demon overlord, it’s just what everyone would expect- not to mention, he’d have much more control over his own autonomy by being an Alpha. No one would expect him to find a mate- he could just exist.

And then, ya know. During the challenging between them both, Lucifer felt something different hovering between them. He chalked it up to how long he’d been away from others, how out of touch he’s been- but then he starts to get these urges (especially after the fight with adam!!! knowing alastor got injured by the other alpha caused something inside lucifer to snap) and he’s suddenly wanting to growl at anyone who gets too close to Alastor, wanting to heal him, help him, protect him.

And Alastor, for his part, is equally dumbfounded- because suddenly he’s wanting to nest, he’s wanting to be scented, he’s wanting to curl up and share body heat

So yeah!!! I’d say it’s mostly just the sudden shift in their natural desires that does it for them, in a sort of soul-bond kind of way 🥰

[alastors-airwaves]

alastor what you say about your close friends Rosie, nifty and husk

Alastor: *broadcasting all of Pride Ring* Nah ah ah! Now I will not comment about my relations. Of course Rosie is a deer friend of mine but — *stops talking when a certain short king zaps in the radio tower*

Lucifer: Hello Alastor. We need to speak.

Alastor: About what? Also I’m on air—

Lucifer: Cut the crap. I know you’re pregnant.

Alastor: *goes quiet but a high pitched frequency noise is heard. He tries to gain the upper hand and laugh* What utter nonsense Lucifer. I’m an alpha and alphas do not get pregnant!

Lucifer: *grabs Alastor and slams him against the wall* Cut the shit! I can see the baby’s angelic glow in you! And you reek of sour mother’s milk!

Alastor: *goes demonic mode* Let. Go. Of. Me. Now

Lucifer: *looks unimpressed* Yeah no. I’m the king of hell remember. And we need to have a conversation about you and Husk.

Alastor: Oh?! And why would we need to talk about Husk? He’s in my pack.

Lucifer: You know damn well he’s carrying my baby and I want you to—

Alastor: And you should know to look up.

Lucifer: *looks up and sees the “on air” lights on still. He looks stunned for a moment, but he smirks* Perfect. *drops Alastor down and goes to grab the microphone* Testing, is this thing on? Good *clears throat* Denizens of Hell it is I, Lucifer Morningstar, here with a proclamation. I have taken a new mate and as such, Hell, you have a new Queen. Along with that, I will be taking in some new omegas into my pack. Details of which will be revealed at a later date. Until then, Alastor will be off the air for a little while. This is your king, signing off.

[lilacwriter07]

When You Give the Devil a Duck

What if Alpha Alastor steals the duck Beta Adam made for Omega Lucifer ?

Adam muttering curses as he cleans off the blood, because somehow it was his fault for helping Lucifer out . Who purrs happily while eating pancakes (because Adam was making breakfast) with his little duck .

The way Adam has torn off Alastor's head, because the fucker was about to bite Lucifer made him so wet and happy .

He can't wait for Adam to finish and take him to his nest .

Angel ofcourse went to the store with Husk to get more popcorn, because he feels like lots of drama is about to happen .

They walk pass someone who looked familiar, but paid no mind to it as person walked to the hotel .

Found you ..

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️

MASTERPOST

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🎙️Good evening, my dear listeners, and welcome to a story woven from the musical notes of desire and darkness. Ah, but what is love at first sight without a touch of madness, hmm? For the next three nights, our line up of songs will weave a mid-century romance laced with beauty and blood. And the latter, well... it’s oh-so-sweet. Fear not, my darlings, for even death cannot part us. So sit back, relax, and allow me to guide you through this deliciously twisted affair ... until the devil’s last dance. 🎙️

Notes:

Heya! This is a three part series. Each chapter features a song from the 30s through the 60s (mostly). It gets dark, it gets twisty, it gets bloody. And it stays high heat.

Under the cut is the chapter list for each of the three parts, which are song titles (and I'll try to link each post as they happen...eventually XD

Content Warnings include:

Explicit consensual sexual content, violence, murder, omegaverse culture, eventual serial killer Alastor, purity culture, feminine rage, misconceptions about sex/sexual anatomy, attempted assault, revenge killing, oppressive culture, sexually repressive culture,

and more.

Part 1 ~ 'Til There Was You ~

🎙️ Our tale begins with a a chance meeting, gazes connecting across a crowded room—that will change everything.

For you see, dear listeners, love at first sight isn’t always kind, is it? No, it has a way of sneaking up on you, wrapping itself around your heart like a vice, and squeezing the very life from you—or someone else.

And so, our story begins, with two souls who never knew what they were missing... ‘til there was you.🎙️

The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra (1964)

That Old Black Magic - Glenn Miller (1943)

Sway - Dean Martin (1954)

Fascination - Nat King Cole (1958)

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered - Ella Fitzgerald (1956)

Strangers in the Night - Frank Sinatra (1966)

A Kiss to Build a Dream On - Louis Armstrong (1951)

Let's Face the Music and Dance - Nat King Cole (1961)

Only You - The Platters (1955)

You Send Me - Sam Cooke (1957)

Midnight, the Stars and You - Ray Noble (1934)

I Can't Give You Anything But Love - Billie Holiday (1944)

I Wanna Be Loved By You - Marilyn Monroe (1959)

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra (1966)

I Want to Be Evil - Eartha Kitt (1953)

You Were Meant for Me - Gene Kelly (Singin’ in the Rain) (1952)

Part 2 ~ The House of the Rising Sun ~

🎙️The sun rises, and so do our demons, my dear listeners. As the cover night falls away, we find ourselves in a house filled with secrets and shadows, where love twists and turns in the most unexpected ways.

Power corrupts, violence seduces, and the light-bringer can only hold back the darkness for so long. In this house, you will find no sanctuary—only temptation and the steep price you pay in the morning. 

Welcome back to New Orleans, where an old face returns with a smile…and a knife behind his back.🎙️

I Put a Spell on You - Nina Simone (1965)

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore (1963)

Cry Me a River - Julie London (1955)

Angel Eyes - Frank Sinatra (1958)

Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear to Tread) - Frank Sinatra (1940)

Love Me or Leave Me - Nina Simone (1958)

I’m Gonna Live Till I Die - Frank Sinatra (1955)

Black Coffee - Sarah Vaughan (1949)

Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera) - Doris Day (1956)

Fever - Peggy Lee (1958)

Ain’t That a Kick in the Head - Dean Martin (1960)

All the Way - Frank Sinatra (1957)

These Boots Are Made for Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra (1966)

Feeling Good - Nina Simone (1965)

Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin (1959)

Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley (1969)

Body and Soul - Tony Bennett and Amy Winehouse (original 1930, Bennett/Winehouse 2011)

When I Fall in Love - Doris Day (1952)

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ella Fitzgerald (1950)

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin (1959)

Part 3 ~ (You're The) Devil in Disguise~

🎙️Ah, my dear listeners, we’ve come so far, haven’t we. Love, Death, life after? 

But, as with all great tales, things are not always as they seem. Deception lurks in the hearts of many, sometimes hidden even from themselves. But fear not, for even in the depths of Hell, love has a curious way of surviving.

 Through fire and shadow, through lies and revelation, something beautiful can rise from the ashes. So as we step into this final act, remember—there’s always hope, even when you’re dancing with the devil in disguise.🎙️

1. Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers (1965)

2. At Last - Etta James (1960)

3. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters (1958)

4. Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1969)

5. I’ll Never Smile Again - Tommy Dorsey (1940)

6. Poison Ivy - The Coasters (1959)

7. Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - The Animals (1965)

8. Pennies from Heaven - Billie Holiday (1936)

9. My Way - Frank Sinatra (1969)

10. Devil or Angel - The Clovers (1956)

11. Since I Fell for You - Lenny Welch (1963)

12. I’m a Fool to Want You - Frank Sinatra (1951)

13. Beggin - The Four Seasons (1967)

14. Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash (1963)

15. Secret Love - Doris Day (1953)

16. In The Mood - The Andrews Sisters (1939)

17. As Time Goes By - Dooley Wilson (1942)

18. Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones (1966)

19. Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (1967)

20. Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley (1961)

21. I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles (1963)

22. Stand by Me - Ben E. King (1961)

23. [big ass spoiler]

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[thebadbatchfan]

the combination of hyper fixations in my head right now is AWFUL … one second it’s the bad batch the next it’s hazbin hotel and i can’t think of ANYTHING else. the brain rot it real 😭

all the songs are constantly stuck in my head and i’m driving my friends crazy blabbering about it all … send help