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alastorthirsty · 14 days ago

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Hooray For Makeup Sex! ch. 2- Alastor x f! fallen angel!reader

Words: 10k

Warnings include smoking, alcohol use, drugs are mentioned, Alastor is a red flag but an in love red flag, Herbert learns to speak, explicit language although I really shouldn’t have to warn you about that considering the source material, partially clothed sex, barely there breath play, affectionate use of the words whore and bitch (not by Alastor), (angelic) blood play (if you were fine with it in part one you’ll be fine with it this time, it’s a very Alastor thing to do), established relationship, references to past break up, vaginal intercourse (p i v), bff Angel with the mad hugs, reader is literally physically ill from stress regarding a secret, description of physically and emotionally threatening/traumatic behaviours (not by Alastor. You need to decide right now whether or not you can handle that sort of thing. If you can’t, don’t read, my feelings won’t be hurt (I don’t want to seem like a meanie! Love you 💖💋) There are fleeting references to it throughout and then it is openly discussed at the end of this part.), physical violence and abuse (not by Alastor. Again, use your own discretion as to whether or not you can handle that).

Tags: @babyfoxflower, @valerie-is-in-the-cupboard, @littlebluefishtail, @shealizxx, @l3rittany, @ghostofajinx

Chapter One | Masterlist

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Things really picked up for Alastor following your reconciliation, at least it did from his viewpoint. His shows, for example, did not increase in measurable quality, but he was no longer filled with such terrible aching emptiness, so they were improved in some way. Everything was improved. Even the first post-reconciliation argument went by smoothly, for the most part. He thought it was a bad idea to teach Herbert the alphabet and he lost handily, just as he always lost when it came to Herbert—oh, this was unusual.

Alastor was lost in thought, whiskey in hand at the bar, that bright, peppery flavour still on his tongue, when his reverie is broken up by the sight of little shimmering orbs floating slowly towards him. Alastor looks around, but you were nowhere nearby. He has never seen Herbert without you, and he doesn’t trust the little bastard to begin with.

“Where is your mother?” he asks suspiciously when Herbert came near enough, brilliant pops of colour shimmering in his light.

“Its ‘mother’?” Husk remarks, wiping down a glass.

“His mother, yes.” Alastor sighs and downs the rest of his drink. “It’s a hopelessly bizarre story, Husker. Be glad it is not required of you to participate in this macabre charade.”

“What is that thing, Smiles?” Angel asks from one of the parlour chairs, popping gum. “Some kinda angel disco ball? Strobe lights, maybe? Under the right circumstances with the right pills that thing could be fun to look at.”

Again, Alastor sighs. “I am sure that I do not know what you mean, spider.”

Herbert keeps drifting closer and closer until the little being was pulling at his lapels. Alastor’s eyes widen. Herbert keeps pulling and pulling, grunting, sounding like a human toddler.

A macabre charade indeed. The little creature seems to absorb the sickly green of the bar, like energy. Alastor’s eyes widen as he looks from Herbert to the bar and back.

“What is it, little one?” Alastor asks, trying to make Herbert stop his mischief. He doesn’t like for the others to see how he interacts with Herbert, how he humours you and Herbert both.

“Heh. Heh. Heh-ell,” Herbert murmurs, and his body seems to spin in place. He truly is a remarkable little thing, regardless of how annoying he can be.

Alastor sighs once more and rubs his forehead. “Ah, how delightful, she’s teaching you to speak now, is she?”

“Heh! Heh-ell. Ell…Hhhell!”

Aware of the eyes on him—very aggravating and insolent eyes—Alastor puts his tumbler down on the bar and opens his posture. “What is it, little one? What is it?”

Herbert grows brighter, more luminous. He is truly a sight to behold, if a grating one. “Heh-ell-pop.”

“What a moment.” Alastor stands immediately, hackles raised. “Help?”

“‘Help’?” Angel repeats. “Are you sure that’s what he’s saying?”

Herbert begins moving around excitedly. “Heh-ell-pop! Heh-ell-pop!”

“Apparently so, I have only seen him get this excited about A-P-P-L-E-S and P-O-P-C-O-R-N. Help with what, little one? Show me,” Alastor says, and the luminous pain in his ass zips ahead of him, leading him…

To your bedroom. Alastor becomes alarmed beneath the surface, but betrays none of that to Herbert. He doesn’t bother with the door, rides the dark to where you are, inside your dimly-lit room, passed out on the bed, with its many palatial pillows and frills and whatnots. It smells of lavender and gardenias, which reminds him of his mother’s little garden growing up, the sunshine upon the petals. Herbert floats through the door and straight to his mother, a sentinel over your sleeping form. You seem to cant slightly in his direction, a soft mumble on your lips.

Alastor frowns. You didn’t appear to be in any danger or duress, so why had the little bastard come for help? He looks at you and begins to understand, unfortunately. There are used tissues here and there, and your eyes look puffy and raw from tears. Herbert takes to throwing the crumpled up tissues at him. God, he hates it when the fucker finds new ways to have amusement at his expense. Alastor bats the tissues back at Herbert and this was a horrible mistake; Herbert babbles happily, thinking it is a new game.

Like hell he was going to play games with Herbert.

Alastor gets into bed beside you, slinging one arm across your body. “I’ve got you, my love.”

He never would have dreamed, before an angel fell out of the clear red sky, that he would have been capable of looking at another person and saying the words ‘my love’. Alastor takes a moment to be in awe of what you bring out in him. A beast with a bloody maw, drawn in to the comfort and warmth you provided, uncaring of the carnage he dealt.

He hears you take a deep breath and feels you stir.

“What’s…?”

Alastor stops you before you can sit up. “Rest. You’re upset.”

“I’m okay,” you say.

“You’re upset and lying, how lovely,” Alastor remarks. He pulls you into his embrace. “Why did you not come to me? Why did Herbert have to do it?”

“Aww, Herb,” you say, patting the little creature. “I love you, too.”

Herbert clings to your arm and somehow makes happy noises. How was he doing that? How could he have even spoken? He has no mouth, none that Alastor could see, and that also posed the question of how exactly Herbert eats all the apples Alastor bribes him with. He ordinarily never likes to pose questions about Herbert, either to himself or aloud.

“What is going on?” Alastor says. “I demand to know why you’ve been crying and why you hid it from me.”

“I didn’t hide anything from you,” you say. “Just chalk it up to hormones, that’s what I’m doing.”

“And why are you so keen to ‘chalk it up to hormones’, hm?” he asks. Oh fuck, could it be? He can only hope his enthusiasm for a possible pregnancy isn’t too apparent. He should probably stop rubbing his hands together…

“Because everything feels so big and I feel so small and everything feels hard and I feel too soft,” you say, words thick with impending tears.

Satisfied with that, Alastor holds you closer to himself.

“It is okay to feel that way. That is what I am for. Being the big and hard thing when you are not feeling that way yourself.” He kisses your hair. “How was ballet?” It was something you picked up in heaven and so continued down in hell with the Cannibal Town Ballet Theatre.

“Oh, it’s not that,” you say. “Busy time of year, that’s all. I’m tired. I’m not even properly taking care of Herbert.”

“This is an impassioned plea not to teach him how to speak,” Alastor says, enunciating each word sharply. His eyes are quick to notice the hints of darkness underneath your eyes.

“That’s like saying ‘let’s not let our two year-old learn how to speak’,” you chide gently. “He just picks things up, that’s all. I doubt he’ll ever be fully verbal.”

Alastor sighs and rolls his eyes, shifting his weight over the burgeoning decorative cushions. “Thank God for small miracles, I suppose.”

“Wait, so how did Herbert come and get you? How did he know where to find you?” you ask.

“Your guess is truly as good as mine. For all we know he floated about the many corridors in search of me for hours. I was at the bar and he came up to me and tried to jerk me out of my seat by my lapels.” Alastor runs his hand up and down your side. “He was asking for help.”

“Aww!” You pull Herbert close and kiss the top of his head. “Always looking out for mommy.”

Alastor rolls his eyes. “Ugh.”

“You should decide on what you want him to call you.”

“Not daddy,” Alastor says immediately. “That thing will not be our first child.”

Damn, he let that slip. His heart pounds, but thankfully you look too tired and out of it to pick up on it.

“Then choose something before he makes it up on his own. He’s been babbling like a cockatoo here lately and I know you don’t like it, but he’s part of your life and you’re part of his.” You elbow at him. “So you decide.”

“I’ll think on it the next time I feel like shooting myself in the face,” he says, drawing a sigh out of you. “Is Alastor a bit too complicated for the little son of a gun?”

“Probably,” you affirm. “He’s a thinking creature, but not terribly complex. Maybe he can just call you Al?”

“That works well,” he says, and then pats Herbert on the head. “Fine. You’ll call me Al, Herbert.”

Herbert gets closer to him, eyes all alight and filled with hope. “Apple?”

It actually makes Alastor smile. So there’s a word he can say, enunciate clearly. He pulls one out of the ether and holds it up for him. “Apple.”

Herbert gasps softly and takes his apple treasure under the bed to munch on it.

“Do they provide him with enough nourishment, or are we supposed to begin supplementing his diet?” Alastor asks, fingers gently pushing hair out of your face.

“Oh, Herbert eats darkness,” you say. “He has no need to eat food, he just likes to.”

“A-P-P-L-E-S and P-O-P-C-O-R-N, yes.”

You smile brightly, proudly at your partner and pull him in for a kiss. “I love you so much. You make my heart full.”

“As you do mine, my love,” he says casually, fingers drumming gently on your ribcage. “You are the only one. Mine in every way, in every conceivable reality, tethered in all ways that matter, absolutely and infinitely. I love the hell of you.”

Now you sigh, holding this dear (and deer) man close to yourself. “You always know how to make me feel better. Work, well…everything… is stressful, but you make the shittiest day so much easier.”

He pulls a face. “You know I don’t approve of you working.”

You tut. “And you know that I consider that to be a red flag statement.”

Alastor rolls his eyes. “No, this is benevolent. No wife of mine should ever have to work. Your life is meant to be one of luxury, of ease, not driving yourself to exhaustion each and every day at the damned studio. Call me hopelessly old-fashioned, but it is what I believe and what I feel.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “I do what I love.”

“And that is why I tolerate it—for the time being,” Alastor adds, his finger pointing at you.

“Did you just call me your wife?” you ask.

He pauses, then narrows his eyes, as if to challenge. “So I did. So what?”

You light a cigarette, an amused yet soft gaze in his direction. “You consider us a married couple?”

“Why not?” he asks, arms crossed. “We are committed to each other for eternity. If anything, ‘marriage’ is rather paltry.”

You laugh quietly, fingers in his hair. “I want a ring. Big, sparkly. And I don’t want a wedding, I think it’d be dangerous anyway. Maybe have a drink with Rosie, I’m sure she’ll take it and run.”

Alastor hums. “You are an easy-to-satisfy wife.”

You lean over to kiss him. “You don’t have to wear a ring.”

“But I will,” he says, rubbing his head against yours in an attempt to get you to mess with his horns or ears or, ideally, both. Alastor has never been tactile with anyone else, has never wanted to feel bare skin against his palms. You truly were the one and only exception, and it pains him to know just how easily it could have been that you never would have met. Had you never fallen…

“I am not afraid for all to see,” he continues. “Many Overlords take lovers and spouses. It’s a matter of proper protection, and that you shall have at all times.”

You smile and kiss him again, finally scratching at his ears. You offer him the cigarette and he takes it. White and grey tendrils float above your heads to the gauzy canopy of your bed, imitating Earth’s night sky, the twinkling stars themselves a gift from Alastor. You lean against him, scruffling his ears for a while.

Troubling thoughts cause your heart rate to skyrocket. You swallow, throat dry.

“Is everything going to be okay?” you ask softly.

“Yes. I will make it so.” Alastor holds you closer to himself, your back to his chest. He closes his eyes and just breathes you in for a few moments, still smelling of florals, evoking some of the lighter moments of his time on earth, amongst the living. “Yes, Mrs Bergeron. All will be well.”

You sigh happily. “Mrs Alastor Easton Bergeron.” When he startles and sits up to stare at you, you laugh. “What, you didn’t think I knew who you were, Mr Bayou Butcher? True crime is a major form of, I don’t know, I don’t want to call it entertainment, it’s a…At a high level of intrigue. I know all about serial killers.”

“You know so much about serial killers that you know my full name? What else do you know, troublemaker?”

You laugh at the feeling of him poking you in the shoulder. “I know you were an only child, biracial, I know your mother’s name…”

“Those are vital statistics!” he exclaims, then crosses his arms. “And what is her name, hm?”

You smile. “Elodie. Beautiful name.”

Well, well. You were correct. “I would rather you have found out from me.”

You turn around in his arms and suck your teeth. “Don’t be sore. I knew all of that long before my death. If it makes you feel any better there’s not a lot of other information about your life that’s easy to find or even extant. Did you really kill nineteen people?”

Alastor scoffs. “What an insulting—nineteen? People believe I only killed nineteen?”

You laugh softly again. “All right, big shot, what’s your real kill count?”

“Thirty-seven!” He blinks. “Wait a moment, wait a moment, you don’t seem…perturbed about any of this. I was under the impression you did not know this about me.”

You laugh, a little melody for his ears alone. “Alastor, think about the things you knew I did know about you. You’re an incredibly cruel and sadistic Overlord, you’re a cannibal, et cetera. I knew you were in hell for a reason. Accepting that you dabbled in quite a bit of serial murdering in life really isn’t so difficult.”

He thinks this over and sighs. “Well, don’t go running, you know I’ll never allow you to leave me.”

“Another one of your endearing red flags,” you say.

“I’ll wave that one proudly!” he replies, his grip on you tightening. “I had enough of being left and now that I have you back I will never let you go again. I will remind you also that you are my favourite, my treasure, and my prize. Who wouldn’t protect that with their entire being?”

All of a sudden, you begin to convulse, shivering violently, and Alastor leaps into action, an old hand. He picks you up from bed and brings you to a roaring fire in your favourite colour, then goes to get all the blankets in the linen cupboard. He raises his core body temperature, arranges himself around you, and then wraps all three down duvets around the two of you.

Part of your punishment, part of your unique experience as an angel in hell, is being forever cold, but most of the time it is manageable. You still have spells like this, though, episodes that worry and sometimes frighten him. Frost collects around your eyes and nose and it takes a long time for the violent shivers to subside, leaving you panting.

“You will not like my saying so, but I am going to anyway: you exhaust yourself too much working and when you have stressful days at the studio this happens. You demand too much from your body and it cannot fight these horrible spells,” Alastor says, trying to reason with you, but he could already feel you shrug it off. “You are blue.”

“Always goes away. Can’t die again. Heaven wouldn’t allow me to die again, I’m out here to suffer.” You shudder with the aftershock of the attack. “It’s just stress.”

Just not the sort he that thought.

You can feel his Look of Disapproval™️ but weather through it. “Al, I could really use a bit more rest.”

You hear him scoff. “You’re goddamn right. If you think I am letting you out of bed all night then you are a fool.”

“I feel like passing out.” You close your eyes, heart pounding.

“Darling, Herbert and I would prefer if you had something to eat before you fall asleep again.”

Now your eyes roll. “Cheap trick, invoking the Herbert.”

At the sound of you calling his name, Herbert floats up from under the bed, humming softly. He rests on top of Alastor’s shoulder.

“Al!” he says proudly.

You gasp, sitting up straight, eyes full of love. “Herbert said your name! Herbert said your name!”

Never, never would he tell a single soul, let alone you, but it was…It was cute, and he felt a bit proud of the little bastard himself. Alastor chuckles softly. “So he did. Maybe there’s use for him after all.”

Six.

Six more times he holds you in his arms while you shiver uncontrollably, all within the space of one week. It takes, on average, an hour for it to completely subside, and every single time Alastor’s brow creases with a worry he carries within himself; saying anything to you has already proven to be less than useless. Every time he tries, the look he gets in return is enough to shut his mouth.

At the bar again, because he can’t find you, Alastor slams his glass down, tongue flicking away the little bead of whiskey left on his lip. “Another, Husker.”

Husk fills the glass, eyes narrowing somewhat. Whatever trouble in paradise was going on, it meant Alastor was spending more time at the bar, which is the last thing the bartender needs. “Okay, Boss?”

Alastor gives an unamused huff, not looking at the cat demon. He stares down at the glass and its contents, swirling it for a moment. He’s a bartender, but Alastor also owns his soul, so it isn’t as though he can spill his guts to him about marital troubles even if he wanted to. He doesn’t, so he worries in silence and drinks until he’s just a tad bit buzzed. Just a smidge.

He feels it when he gets on his feet again. He leaves without a word to Husk, which actually makes the bartender stop polishing so aggressively.

“Help! Help!” cries out a voice all of a sudden. Herbert floats over to Alastor rapidly. “Help!”

Assuming you’re convulsing from cold again, Alastor takes Herbert under his arm before riding the dark to your room.

“Oof!” Herbert bounces on the rug, but Alastor is more concerned with you. The bathroom light is on and he can hear you being sick. He takes a step towards it but his boot crunches on something. Alastor looks down and sees your phone, shattered in several pieces.

“Darling?” he calls out.

He hears you curse under your breath and then the sounds of you brushing your teeth. When you emerge from the bathroom, you look miserable and exhausted. “Hey.”

“Where have you been?” Alastor asks. “I was at the bar but I did not see you come in.”

“I thought I told you. I had a late photoshoot, they’re promoting the new show. I don’t know why you didn’t see me.” You rub your eyes. “Sorry, I just don’t feel well.”

Morning sickness?

He really needs to stop doing this to himself.

“You broke your phone,” he points out. “Here, I will fix it.”

“No!” you shout before he can pick up the pieces.

He lifts a brow. “No? You? Without a phone?”

“I don’t like that one anymore,” you say. “I’m getting a new phone tomorrow after I’m done at the studio. Someone is picking it up for me and dropping it off, easy peasy.”

His brow lifts. “Why aren’t you getting it for yourself?”

“Because I know at the end of the day I’m going to want to just come home and not go to a VoxTek location. I already picked out the one I want. It’s a newer version anyway. It’s white! I’m strangely excited about that.” You sit down on the bed with a hint of a smile on your face and that quells some of his concern. Some of it.

“My dear, what happened to this one?” Alastor gestures to the one on the floor.

You wave a hand. “Oh, it was just an accident.”

He comes to sit beside you now. “If that’s the case, why did Herbert come begging for help again? And why do you look as though you’ve been crying?”

“Alastor, I’m not going to talk about being sick with you. I was sick, that’s all. It startled Herbert. I’m going to have to teach him not to go zipping off to find you over every little thing. You’re full of questions today. And you’re drunk, aren’t you?” Your hands go to your hips, but your smile reaches your eyes now.

“I was pleasantly buzzed before he showed up.” Alastor pulls you into his embrace. “He’s mastered the word help. He made things quite a bit dramatic. I thought you had another polar spell.”

“Is that what we’re calling them now?” you ask at the crook of his neck, making him shiver.

“To say you’re cold would be a drastic understatement. Polar sounds silly, but is more evocative.”

“That’s what you want to be? Evocative?”

Alastor hums. “Should I be?”

You laugh softly, leaning against him. You go quiet for a time and he looks you over, and then he notices it.

Alastor snatches your arm as gently as he can and pulls up the sleeve of your t-shirt, revealing a hand-shaped bruise. “Tell me immediately who did this to you and why you hid it from me.”

“Hey, ow,” you say. “I’m not hiding it if you can see it, Alastor. It was just an accident. I slipped so my partner just grabbed me to keep me from falling. It was just a mistake, no big deal. Don’t be upset.”

He decides to accept that answer for now. “What is the name of this individual?”

“I’m not telling you because that would potentially go very poorly for him, and all he did was save me from crashing.” You kiss him softy, quickly, then smile at him. “Okay?”

“Hmph.” Alastor pulls you into his lap. “Have you shivered yourself half to death today?”

You opt for extreme honesty. “No, but I’m expecting it any time.”

“Why?” Alastor clutches you closer against himself. “Why do you accept that this is the way that things have to be? You’re free to spend all of your days playing games with Herbert, helping Charlie with the hotel, going shopping with the porn star, doing as much or as little as you want. I have these gifts to give to you, why will you not accept them?”

“I don’t get cold just because I’m not idle, Al. The solution isn’t to just give up what I love doing. There is no solution to begin with. This is what my hell is like. I don’t get to burn, I have to freeze. I can’t do anything but accept it and make the best I can out of life.”

“No, there may be no permanent solution, but this happened infrequently at best before our affair ended. Since it has resumed, it has been almost daily. Is it…is it my doing?”

Your eyes widen and you place your hands on his shoulders. “No! No! No, Alastor! Honey, no, you’re my everything. You don’t do this to me. This is not your fault. It’s not ballet’s fault, either, I danced just as much before we ever even split up and you complained just as much about it as you do now.”

“Then why do you think this is happening to you, my love?” he asks sharply, but not unkindly. “How can you…how do you bear it when you don’t have to? You look so scared and miserable, every single time. Even if there is no absolute, perfect solution, I would give anything to make it better, so that it’s not a daily suffering you simply must endure. No wife of mine—“

“I was sent here to suffer, Al,” you remind him. “You were, too, you just strangely…defy. I don’t notice you suffering much. It’s like you were made for this place.”

“In Hell, I am truly free,” he explains. “Heaven would have made a better punishment and I would have wound up falling like you.”

Alastor immediately wishes he had not said that. The topic of your fall from heaven was forbidden. He himself, your husband and partner for eternity, knew nothing of the details of why this happened to you, what you had done to warrant your expulsion from the divine. He watches as your eyes water. Losing heaven was not easy for you, as it would have been for him.

He leans closer to kiss you, his clawed hand catching in your hair. “You are mine, you know,” he says a moment later, between kisses. “You are mine and I don’t care if heaven sent an envoy begging for your return. You belong to me and I will crater hell itself before I let anyone take you away from me—God help any fool stupid enough to try.”

Then the tremors came, the little shivers that preceded a polar spell. Alastor took you to the fire and wrapped you both up in blankets as a precaution, to keep you as warm as possible and make it easier on you.

When it begins in earnest, Alastor stares coldly at the fire that failed to make you warm. Seven times in just as many days.

Trouble in paradise. Angel’s jaw sets uncomfortably when he passes by Alastor, who was in a semi-permanent state of sheer anger and aggression. The radio static gets louder as he passes, and Angel can feel those creepy eyes on him, so he walks faster.

All he wants is a popsicle, for fuck’s sake. Alastor doesn’t stop to glare at him, though, so he lets out a heave of relief as he walks a bit more quickly down the burgundy halls. The lights keep dimming here, on the way to the kitchen, and ordinarily that would be Alastor’s job, but no one, not even Charlie, was willing to speak a word to the man, let alone ask him to accomplish a simple job around the hotel. Poor Husk is tasked with keeping the rye flowing for someone he ordinarily was afraid of, but now…

Now Husk is now in a near constant state of panic. The cat demon was on edge, even with Angel. He knows better than most the taste of Alastor’s ire.

And what was it all for, anyway? That’s what Angel wonders, gold tooth sharp on his lip. The two of you are back together…right? Were things already turning sour again? Alastor always makes sure that everyone knows, absolutely everyone knows that he practically owns you. Even if it wasn’t the same way he owned Husk or Niffty or probably countless others. Alastor is guarded about how this is expressed publicly, but it has an aura of threat towards anyone that doubted or would contest it.

Lucifer hasn’t even been by in a while, and that was usually what set Alastor off to this extent. To top it off, no one has seen a mere wink of you.

Angel jumps when he hears a series of bangs coming from the stone staircase that leads to the basement. Ordinarily he wouldn’t follow the noise; that leads to horror movie-type shit. He finds his feet carrying him toward the source anyway.

When he sees it’s just you, banging the shit out of a pair of silky pink shoes, Angel approaches with caution. “Hey toots.”

You startle, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. You almost dropped the funny shoes, hand to your chest. “Oh, holy hot sauce cream cheese cake, you scared the fuck out of me!”

“Guess you didn’t hear me coming over the racket,” he says sheepishly. “You mind if I sit with ya for a minute?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m just breaking in a new pair of shoes.” You take out an exacto knife and cut something out of the inside of one of the shoes.

Angel stares at this peculiar behaviour. “You gotta destroy them to break ‘em in?”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, essentially. They don’t really come in as wearable, so we have to break them in.”

“What are you cutting out?” he asks softly, hugging his knees.

“It’s called the shank. I cut out a bit of it to make my arches prettier,” you explain as you cut it out of the other. “Everyone does theirs differently. It’s all about comfort and support.”

“Why were you bangin’ the shit out of them?”

“Partly to soften the shoe, partly just because they’re so damn loud and you don’t want that when you’re performing.” You move on to your ribbons and elastics now.

Angel takes a chance and leans against your shoulder. Used to be, the two of you were thick as thieves. His hair touches yours and you stop what you’re doing. Angel lifts his head again. “Hey, sorry.”

You put your pointe shoes aside and hug him as tightly as you can, so he returns the embrace. Just before he begins to speak, you start to cry in his arms, so he wraps all of them around you. “It’s okay, toots, I’m here. I’m here, I got you.”

“Angel, I don’t know what to do. It’s all so fucked up, I can’t even…” you sniffle. It’s embarrassing to cry like this, but better Angel than Alastor. You squeeze him a bit tighter. “I don’t know what to do. It’s out of hand. I thought if I could just…”

“Hey, um…” Angel’s heart is racing, both for fear of Alastor and fear for you. “It ain’t…him, is it?”

“Who, Al?” You lean back and wipe your eyes. “No, absolutely not. He’s just in a mood because of me, because he thinks I’m working too much and that’s what’s making me sick. So I’m sick and dealing with him at the same time, on top of everything…everything else.”

“What’s ’everything else’, doll-face?” Angel asks softly, his fingers now in your hair soothingly. “You know I’m here for you, you ain’t gotta handle shit on your own. It’s been…I’ve missed you. Not like this, but I’m missin’ the days we did the podcast.”

You smile weakly and kiss his cheek. “Love you, whore.”

Angel laughs softly and nuzzles yours. “Love you, bitch face.”

You laugh too, and it feels good. It feels good to harken to the good old days, Angel taking you under his wing to acquaint you with some of the trickier aspects of living in the shambolic horror show that was hell. Al offering to do you one better, privately, later that night. Things weren’t so complicated back then, and you wish more than anything to just…go back.

“What’s goin’ on?” Angel asks cautiously. “You said it ain’t Al…If that’s the case, why ain’t he helping?”

“Because I can never tell him. And you won’t either,” you say sharply.

“Do you know he’s been doing?” he asks. “He’s got the whole hotel on eggshells, terrified of incurring his wrath. I don’t know what you won’t tell me, but—shit, did you…find a different man?”

“If I found another man then Alastor would have just killed him and then come back around with a spring in his step.” You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh. “I’m not with another man. Another man found me.”

Angel thinks on what that means for a moment. “Oh. Oh.”

You hold up a finger. “Not a word, understand?”

“Not a word, huh? And why the fuck not? Alastor could probably do something about it. Why not say something? God knows what all he’d do for you.”

“Alastor would do anything for me,” you say softly.

“Then why?” Angel questions.

You rub your eyes hard. “There are reasons. Namely he’ll probably leave me.”

Angel tilts his head. “But if you’re not, y’know…seein’ anybody…”

“I think you know I would never do that,” you say.

He nods now. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Not my point. Tell him or don’t, I kinda got…a big, huge fuckin’ favour to ask.”

You turn your head to listen and shrug. “Go on.”

“It’s just…I know it’s personal, toots, and you’re a bit shy, but…when’s the last time you and Al…y’know.”

Your cheeks grow warm and you sigh. “Oh, probably…ten days?”

“Oof,” he says. “Can you just…maybe…? Are ya mad at him?”

“No, I’m not mad at him at all. He just thinks I’m too sick,” you tell him.

Angel looks at the shoes pensively, He knew how shy you got about your sex life with Alastor, therefore knew better than to look at you right now. “So…can you do it?”

“Yeah, of course,” you assure him. “Why, is he being a menace?”

Angel looks up at you again, his brows slanted. “Menace don’t even begin to describe it. Everyone’s on edge. Everyone. Even Charlie can’t delude herself into thinking everything is okay, and shit, this is the first time anybody’s seen you in a week. Conspiracy theories are beginning to spread like crazy.”

“I’m just…busy. Al is really pushing for me to stop working and just go on shopping sprees with you and maybe do the podcast again. He was never thrilled about the notion of podcasts in principle, but he’d do basically anything for me to quit ballet,” you explain.

Angel nods along. “And will you?”

“No fucking way!”

He laughs, two arms wrapping around you again. It feels nice. Safe. Cosy. Easy. “I wanna ask you something I never asked before, but I’ve always been curious.”

“Yeah?” You turn your head to face him properly.

Angel’s little grin turns devious, his gold tooth glinting. “What’s it like? Rolling in the hay, I mean. Come on!”

“I honestly don’t know how he’s as good as he is. I believe him when he says he’s never been with anyone before, never watched porn, none of it,” you say.

Angel smirks, full on gossip mode activated. “I’ve been in hell a long time. Not quite as long as him, but not far off. He’s always been a topic of conversation. ‘Oh, the fearsome Radio Demon’. It was known he had, like, zero vices except for ripping souls apart and the occasional glass of whiskey. Everybody, and I mean everybody, knew that he wasn’t interested in dick or pussy or anything in between.”

“And then I showed up!” You cry out, smile on your face, arms in the air.

“So…did you wind up teaching him a lot of stuff? You can tell me!”

“Not really, I just told him what I liked and didn’t like and he sort of…” You hum and bite your lip. “Ran with it. He’s not afraid to be experimental, especially since he soundproofed his room.”

Angel drums his fingers over his other arms excitedly. “He won’t do it in yours? How come?”

“Well, partly he doesn’t like having separate rooms at all, but more specifically he says he doesn’t want to do it above Herbert’s little nest under my bed. Most nights I sleep in Alastor’s room and he’ll sit beside me and read or work on scripts or god fucking knows what else.” You stretch before picking up your pointe shoes. “I’m going to find him. Thanks for talking to me, and not one word, understood?”

All four of his arms shoot up. “Hands to God, I’ll keep my mouth shut if you promise to be my little bitch face pal again.”

You kiss his cheek before standing. “Ten-four, sweet whore. Talk to you soon.”

With that, you got up and go to your own bedroom first to put away the pointe shoes, but when you open the door, there are tiny scraps of paper everywhere. Your jaw drops as you look around at the white confetti spread all over the bed, the rugs, everywhere. Finally your eyes settle at the epicentre of the massive mess.

“Herbert!” you shout. “What have you done, you asshole?”

Immediately you regret your tone and Herbert sniffles so you go to pick him up. “Now, now. Listen. You’re not allowed to play with paper, Herbs. You’re definitely not allowed to shred it to pieces and litter all over the room. The next time I come into this room I expect to see every scrap in the garbage, do you understand?”

“Mad?” he asks softly, prompting you to kiss the top of his head.

“Not mad, frustrated. You made a big mess, Herbert. Why?”

“Fun!”

You shake your head. “No, not fun. You’re not allowed to do that ever again, okay?”

Herbert sighs, deflates. “Kay.”

You kiss the top of his head again. “Mommy’s got to change. Get this cleaned up and you can play with your dolls.”

Herbert gasps softly and zips down, collecting pieces of paper. You smile and go to the closet to find something to wear. Little red dress, black fuck-me pumps, diamonds—all gifts from him, and you know how deeply that affects him. When you feel put together, you go up to the wall and whisper to your winged shadow. She makes a little move, covering her mouth as if to giggle, and flies out of the room, on her way to Alastor.

You, in the meantime, make your way over to Alastor’s hotel room, letting yourself in. Smiling to yourself, you sit on the side of the bed, legs crossed, and within seconds Alastor materialises in front of you.

“Hello my love,” you say, a big grin on your face.

Alastor looks down at you for a good few moments before shoving you down on the bed and attacking your neck.

You laugh softly as he bites and licks and sucks at your neck, reaching between you to unbutton his coat. “Ooh, you’re certainly excited.”

His breath is hot on your neck. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you? I almost don’t even want to say it aloud.”

“Hm…” You run your fingers through his hair until your fingers brush against his ear and he gasps audibly against your skin.

“Fuck, darling, don’t stop.”

You move so that it’s you kissing his neck. “So, is this why you’ve been terrorising the residents of the hotel?”

Alastor pants softly, not eager to respond. “…Maybe. Maybe my demeanour has changed in response to our…lack of intimate contact.”

Now you kiss him several times. “God, I’ve been wanting you so badly. You smell so good and feel so right when you’re against me like this. You make me want to do everything to you, with you, for you.”

He growls and pins you back against the bed, one hand shoving the skirt up over your hip, the other lightly squeezing your throat.

“May I drink from you, my darling?” he asks in a throaty whisper near your ear. “Are you well enough? Can I take from you? I would never want to hurt you. You are my darling, my prize.”

“Oh, please do,” you say, turning your head to expose the best possible angle on your neck. With a sharp fingernail, you pierce your skin, producing a rivulet of pure gold.

Alastor sits back for just a second to enjoy the sight of it, the beauty of the golden liquid as it ran down to your collarbone. “You are the most precious, beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life. I’m going to make you very happy woman from now until the end of all things.”

His tongue collects the golden blood that has pooled at your collarbone and laves upward, gathering every little drop and moaning loudly.

He could never forget the first time he saw it, the first time the scent of it made all pride and shame flee him so that he begged you to let him taste it. You didn’t tease him, didn’t judge him. You had offered yourself to him, and he would never forget that one act of pure love and loyalty.

The mere act itself is not exciting to you, but his responses makes your blood rush downward. It works down from your thudding heartbeat, down to your belly, making you feel warmer between your thighs. Because he knows you, knows your mind and body so well, his hand flows downward too, hiking up the skirt of your dress even further up. His claws trace lightly over your exposed hip, making you quake, spreading goosebumps.

When he feels the tremble in your thigh, he blunts his fingertips and rubs you through silk underwear. Suddenly he pulls away, though, stands up, starts shedding clothes. When you reach back to unzip your dress, he snatches your hand.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he says in a low, dark tone. He lets go of your hand after a moment, holding eye contact. He licks the last fleck of blood off his lip and continues to undress when he’s certain you’re not going to try anything stupid.

Your hand falls to your side and you stare up at him with half-hooded eyes.

Alastor pulls the underwear down over your hips, down your thighs, throws them backward across the room to heaven knows where. His boots come off, followed by his trousers, but you still don’t move to unzip your dress.

You think he’s about to, but then he just rips the dress open to reveal your chest to himself.

You gasp, agape. “Alastor, I loved this dress!”

“I can buy you all the dresses you want,” he says, pulling you down to grind against you for a moment. His thumb swirls over the point of your left nipple and he stares at it as he performs this action. “All that you want, you will have.”

“And what do you want?” you ask, leaning on your elbows. “What can I give you that’s even comparable?”

“Comparable?” Alastor repeats. “Equivalent with what? A thousand dresses?”

You laugh softly. “No, not dresses. What you want. I want to give you everything.”

Alastor thought for a moment and determined that no, this was not the right moment to bring up all his thoughts on fawns. Instead, he leans down and kisses your forehead, his lips fluttering against the damp skin as he speaks. “Do you think that you can be good?”

You nod, breath picking up. The room is getting hot and he pulls your thighs up to his hips.

You lick your lips. “What can I give you that you want more than anything?”

“What you’ve promised me. Eternity. I’ve told you, my darling, I no longer know how to be without you, and in fact I won’t. I will never be without you again.” One of his hands slides between your legs and you see a smirk caress his features when he feels how wet he’s made you. He runs two fingers through your slick and presses them against your lips. As you lick them, his smirk slowly stretches across his face. “Now there’s a very good girl.”

You smile and wink. “And what do good girls get?”

Alastor doesn’t move at first. “Close your eyes, darling.” When you do, he takes himself in hand and presses up against your entrance. “My dear, I’m going to tell you a secret.”

You swallow and lick your lips, eyes still closed. “Yes, Alastor?”

He leans down so that his lips brush against your ear when he says it. “The reward for being a good girl is the same as the punishment for being a bad girl.”

In a flash of a moment, he’s buried so deep inside of you that it forces a shocked whimper from your lips. Alastor hooks your knees on his shoulders and leans down to kiss you, almost chest to chest.

“You are so very beautiful,” he states, matter-of-fact, as though a universal truth, never to be questioned, never to be tampered with, never to be challenged or broken. He pushes even deeper inside you, claws scratching the inside of your thighs. “Do you believe me when I say this to you?”

Your cheeks warm and you turn away. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you always do that. You hide your pretty face from me every time I compliment your beauty. I want you to stop, once and for all. You will accept that I find you beautiful and that you are beautiful, do you understand me?”

“A-Alastor…” Horrifically enough, your eyes sting with tears. You blink them back and moan when his cock drags against your walls.

He fucks you harder in turn, wanting to press some boundaries at least a little bit. In his very core he knows something is wrong, even though what you’re doing together now is right, natural, what should always be, what will always be, as long as he has breath in his lungs, the lungs you filled with air for the very first time.

“My darling, my darling,” he whispers as he fucks you harder and harder, your diaphragm working overtime. Your own lungs are finding it hard to keep up, but oh, it’s so worth it to feel him this way. Like an idiot, you almost cry again, because you will lose this. It’s only a matter of time.

In his state of ecstasy, he notices nothing askance. You manage to beat your thoughts away because the pleasure soon overwhelms you as well. Your fingernails catch on the silk sheets as you desperately grab for purchase. When you can’t, you go for his back instead; he has long since given his consent to scratch the multitude of scars there.

“Alastor, please,” you whine, calling out for him, for his voice, for sweet mercy. “Al, I can’t hold on.”

“Then come for me, my lovely,” he says, pressing a kiss to your knee. “It was never prohibited.”

In the next few rough strokes your head dips back and you’re so grateful for the soundproofed room. You scream for him, your love, trying to impart the depth of your feelings even through the din. You shake and tighten with such intensity that he only lasts a bit after your orgasm before he paints your walls white and promptly gets into bed beside you, arms around your middle.

Alastor places his head on his shoulder and gives the same grave promise you always received after intimate acts. “I will protect and love you always.”

You take in the sight of him, during these disheveled moments where he can’t seem to care less about being put together and perfect. And to think, you’ll lose it all.

“Always?” you ask.

“Of course always. Do you doubt my words, my intentions?”

It wasn’t a matter of doubt. Not really.

You play with his sweat-slicked hair and shake your head. “No. You’re one of the only things I actually hold faith with. I find very little in hell that deserves my trust, but you do. You’re my love.”

“Indeed I am, and don’t ever forget that.” Alastor frowns and grabs your hand. “You are not wearing your ring. Why do you never wear it?”

You look down at your hand as well. “I do wear it. It’s on the dish you bought for my jewellery. I can’t wear it at rehearsals and I don’t want it stolen or lost. Does it make me any less a wife to you?”

“No,” he says in a pondering tone. “I suppose it does not. But you know how I feel, both about ballet and you wearing things I give you. And it is a special item, is it not? Unique in its purpose and meaning. I assume you will resume wearing it daily when rehearsals end.”

“And I gather that’s not an assumption, but a command?” you ask.

He huffs. “Correct.”

This time, he is in the library, waiting for his love to come home. Alastor sits in a buttery soft leather armchair with a glass of wine and The Master and Margarita. He’s just about to take a sip from his glass of wine when he hears it, like a crash in his ears.

Herbert flies into the room like a bullet. “Help! Help! Help mommy!”

Alastor sighs and drinks the wine anyway, making no move to stand. “Herbert, this is my reading time, not my ‘putting up with tiny jackasses’ time. I’m sure your mother is perfectly well and I will see her when she gets home.”

“Home! Home!” Herbert says, repeating it again and again.

“She’s home already? I asked her to meet me here. Well, that’s no cause for concern. Your mother will join me here soon. Do you wish to wait here for her as well? Sit on the ottoman, you foolish creature.”

Somehow, the creature with no mouth and no hands rips the book away from Alastor and throws it across the room.

“Help!”

Alastor growls and stands. He takes Herbert into his grasp as he walks. “Listen to me, you little bastard. I tolerate you for the sake of your mother, but even she agrees with me about your asking for ‘help’ over nothing. No more apples.”

“No! Apples! Help!”

“Oh I’ll fucking help you, you little—“ Alastor opens the door and hears the sobs right away. You’re sitting on the floor against the foot of your bed with at least six broken phones in front of you. In fact, your television screen is cracked and your laptop is shattered up against it.

Alastor takes all of this in with his heart rate skyrocketing. He pushes Herbert away from himself and goes to you, quickly wrapping his arms around you.

“Darling,” he says, watching as you try to pull away from him. “Darling, what are you doing? I will not let go of you, stop that. Stop that right now. Wait a moment.”

He sits up straighter and tilts your head, revealing a shiny bruise on your cheekbone. He takes in a deep breath, gripping your shoulder. “Who did this to you?”

You brush his hands away, but that just makes him hold you tighter.

“You will tell me who hit you and you will do it now,” he says, his voice rising with every word.

You brush your fingers against your cheek and the bruise disappears. “Don’t yell at me!”

Alastor’s jaw sets, his teeth creak. “I am going to find out. You can either tell me or allow me to find out by my own devices, starting with your pals at the studio. Ah, that’s the look I wanted. Tell me.”

“Alastor, it’s not as simple as all that,” you claim. You reach for a pack of cigarettes but he stops you. Your hands begin to shake.

“No, it is. I am your husband, your partner for eternity, and I am utterly incensed. Someone has put their hands on you, assaulted you, and you know that is something I cannot abide. I don’t care how close you are to whoever did it—“

“We are not close,” you interject.

“Then tell me who did this to you,” Alastor says, gently caressing the spot where the bruise had been.

“You’re going to break up with me,” you say.

Alastor scoffs. “I assure you that I will not be doing that. You know that I’ll never let you go.”

You shift and sigh before sitting up. “Let me change out of this leotard and be broken up with in comfortable clothes.”

“How was ballet?” he asks derisively.

“That’s…part of it all, actually,” you say as you peel the leotard off. There was no reason to be self-conscious or shy in front of Alastor so you didn’t try to hide or cover up. You pull on a pair of comfortable pyjamas and slowly make your way back to the bed. You take a deep breath and sigh.

“Okay,” you say, hugging your knees. “I have a stalker and I’ve been…hiding it from you.”

Alastor falls into silence while you look on at him, brow creased in worry, lip between your teeth.

Finally, he speaks. “You are going to tell me every detail right now, without skimming, without skipping. You will explain to me why you did not come to me for protection. I will not break up with you, that is utterly ridiculous, but you will tell me everything.”

Hearing he wouldn’t leave makes you so happy that you reach over and hug him. He stiffens and does not return the embrace, so you sigh and fall backward against the silk sheets. “It started when we were split up. I was at the Tower meeting with Velvette along with several other members of the ballet corps because the company wanted us to do photoshoots.”

He nods. “Continue.”

You reach over to touch him, but he rebuffs again and your eyes begin to water. “Really, Alastor, I’m sorry.”

“And I am upset,” he says. “I don’t want to be touched right now.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, sitting up and holding Herbert in your lap. “I won’t touch you again. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Continue the story.”

You nod a few times and push your hair behind your ear. “So what happened was I was getting up to leave the room where the meeting was located and I wanted to listen to music, so I picked up my phone and pressed play, but my stupid earbuds didn’t connect so my phone is just blaring “Layla” at full blast.

“So I’m scrambling, trying to get my earbuds to work, and he happened to be walking past the room, so he heard the music and came in to tell me it was one of his favourite songs in life and we chitchat about music for a while before I needed to leave.”

When you go silent, he motions for you to continue.

“Well, that’s my entire input in the whole…deal. For a while,” you say. “But then it was too late.”

“What do you mean?”

You chew your lip and sit back again. “Not long after that day, drones started to follow me. I swear, I didn’t piece together what was happening for a while. I mean, who suspects being stalked like that? But I noticed a pattern in the drone behaviour.”

“Continue.”

You wince, chewing your lip again. “Alastor, I’m sorry, but it gets worse. He gathered the information, somehow, that you and I had broken up, and I guess that meant I was fair game to him. He sends me roses to the studio every day, in the morning and whenever I leave. He won’t leave me alone. I’ve changed phone numbers eleven times, but he always figures it out, so I stopped trying and just mute him.” You gesture at all the broken phones on the floor.

“Is it just roses?” he asks.

You shake your head. “It’s never just anything. Remember when you saw that bruise on my arm? He’d had me essentially abducted to have a lunch date when he found out you and I were back together and he grabbed my arm and screamed at me for exactly fifty-six minutes, talking about me cheating on him.”

Alastor drags you over to him and holds you tight. “And what happens next?”

“Oh, Al!” You throw your arms around him and don’t bother to hide the tears, heavy and thick in your throat. “Since he’s found out we’re together again everything has been a hundred times worse. He’s threatening you, he’s threatening me. He had me abducted by some goon again this afternoon when I left the studio and took me to meet him. He was deranged. He yelled at me, he touched me, you know, inappropriately, he hit me!“

“He touched you?” Alastor shouts. “He hit you? And why did you hide this from me until now? Don’t think I fail to notice that you never did come to me, by the way. You never even sought my help, Herbert did. Herbert.”

You nibble at your lower lip. “Because there’s nothing you can do about it, Alastor. I don’t mean that to offend you.”

“You honestly believe there’s nothing I can do to protect my own wife?” Alastor asks incredulously. “I have laid claim to you and he has tried to take you away from me. You think there’s nothing I can do? You think so little of me, you think me weak and ineffectual?”

“It’s not that,” you’re quick to say, your arms coming around yourself again.

“Then what is it?” Alastor snaps.

“I…I don’t think that you’re weak. I just don’t…I don’t want to risk you getting involved and it bringing more trouble to our door. We just got through being accosted by Exorcists. Adam nearly killed you, nearly took you away from me. I’m sorry, but you’re not the only injured party here. We both have a right to be concerned about what’s going on and how to deal with it.”

“So you, at the very least, are mature enough to understand that I do have a right,” he asserts with a snap.

You sigh softly. “Of course you have a right. You do. I just wanted to avoid it for as long as I could. I really thought…being together again would make him back off. I always told myself ‘This time he’ll go away’.”

“And instead it worsened things to the point where he’s now gotten physical with you.”

You sigh. “Yes. I don’t want you to kill each other.”

“That fucking coward cannot kill me,” Alastor says. “I lasted three rounds with the First Man and lived to tell the tale, hard as that is to my pride. You and Lucifer and Vagatha are the only angels residing in hell. Whoever else this is cannot match me.”

“There’s a lot at stake,” you say.

Alastor bristles. “And you need only trust me, but you can’t even muster that.”

You sniffle and grab a fresh tissue to blot away new tears. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It all started just because I was doing my job. All I want is for him to leave me alone and to somehow make you trust me again.”

Alastor gently pulls you against himself again. “My darling, I do trust you. Generally. Just not about this. Have you told me everything?”

You rub at your raw eyes until Alastor pulls your hand away by the wrist. “I’m trying to think.”

“He touched you intimately, you said? How and where?”

You hesitate, but take one of his hands and place it on your breast, squeezing his hand around it.

Alastor grows very, very quiet. You move his hand away from your chest and squeeze it, but he doesn’t respond. After several moments filled with dread, he speaks again.

“Tell me his name.”

You swallow, throat tightening. “It’s Vox.”

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speakofthedebbie · 3 months ago

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eh i read @starlit-rainfall's fic it cant be that bad!

...right????

Me drinking the tears of my readers

ya'll r so dramatic smh it isn't even that depressing yet 🙄

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radidoes · 10 months ago

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PRETTY PET

alastor/reader, sfw 'n nsfw headcannons. readers' soul is owned by alastor. MINORS DNI!

A/N: i haven't written in like a year especially smut so forgive me as this isn't my best work. i don't proof read sorry.. PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS FOR ANYONE (I NEED ANONS TOO)

SFW-

he loves bringing you everywhere with him, in the hotel, cannibal town, overlord meetings etc..,, he just can't help but to flaunt you around town!! especially with that pretty green collar around ur neck...

enjoys buying you stuff, whether it be a flattering dress or matching brooches, he loves seeing his little doll all dressed up!!

takes u on romantic little dates around hell, you find it charming he spares so much time for you but it's his secret way of letting others know ur his; purposely holding you by your thick green chain.

makes sure everyone knows how much you've devoted your soul to him, making you speak on broadcast to list all the things you love about him; and how you'd never ever dare think about being with another person. hearing all of this inflates his already huge ego.

NSFW-

loves rutting into you while holding on your chain for stability, it turns him on even more if you struggle to keep your breath due to the pressure on your neck

markssss omgg, he loves marking your neck, chest, thighs ANYWHERE where he can make sure everyone knows ur his. hickies, bites, 'n claw marks. in return u leave cute little scratch marks on his back to find later! :3

your glossy eyes 'n fucked out face after being fucked dumb is something he enjoys seeing, it makes him feel good knowing he's the only one who makes YOU feel good.

if ur being bratty he makes you get urself off on his pants, not caring if ur big doe eyes are filled with tears and desperation,, such a meanie!! :( luckily he's more than happy to help if you apologize and promise to never have such devotion to anyone else!!

if you have animal features, he is so mean!! pulling 'n yanking on ur ears, tails, horns and anywhere he can grab on! but when u try to do the same with his horns when he's eating you out oh so nicely, he quickly shuts it down by tightning his grip on ur plush thighs, drawing a little blood he more than happily laps up.

the type of guy to get turned on by knowing he has more power over u, so it makes his cock hard when you have to crawl on your knees while he's pulling ur collar, watching you quickly scramble to his feet and look up at him with your eyes pricked with tears.

A/N- I AM SOOO TERRIBLY DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR THIS MAN.. I REALLY HOPE THIS DOES GOOD... I want requests for him 'n anyone else....

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lttl3babybug · 10 months ago

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Hi if you have the time to can you do head canons for cg husk

Absolutely I can! I love Husk sm :3

Cg!Husker Headcanons!

🪄Husk is canonically good with kids so you best believe he’s an amazing cg

🪄He spends a lot of his time behind the bar, cause that’s where he works, so you’re usually right beside him

🪄Either sitting at his feet under the bar or on one of the stools with a colouring page and some crayons

🪄He’ll give you glasses of milk, juice, pop, whatever, while he’s working

🪄Like I mentioned in my cg!Angel Dust post he lets you play with his tail

🪄He doesn’t love it but it keeps you entertained so he’s neutral on the matter

🪄Loves showing you magic tricks! Watching your little eyes light up when he pulls your stuffed rabbit out his hat, oh my god he’s melted into a puddle at the sight

🪄Cause he’s so good with kids he often babysits other regressors round the hotel but don’t worry you get all his special attention

🪄Weather that be him holding you at his hip while he takes care of another fussy little or him letting you have your nap time in his room

🪄He’s constantly letting you know how much he loves you, he’s worried that his mean demeanour is going to scare you away or make you think he doesn’t love you as much as he does

🪄No nonsense cg

🪄Bedtime is bedtime, nap time is nap time. It’s non negotiable

🪄Unless you’ve had a particularly bad day, then he’ll let you stay up an extra hour or two to cuddle or watch tv with him

🪄He’s great at dealing with fussy or bratty littles

🪄He’ll calm them down and then put them in time out, once you’re out of time out he’ll then ask why you were put there and give you a big cuddle if you promise to behave

🪄He doesn’t like having you round him if he’s been drinking, if he’s drunk you get babysat by Angel or Charlie

🪄Going near Alastor is a big no no

🪄He’ll be dragging you away by the hand if he catches you talking to the radio demon

🪄With supervision is…acceptable

🪄But if you’re alone? He’s dragging you away and gently scolding you about how ‘I’ve told you a thousand and one times not to talk to him’

🪄He’s not being a meanie, he just cares about your safety :(

#age regression #sfw agere #agere community #agere #fandom agere #!!! <3 #agere blog #age regressor #headcanons #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #fictional caregiver #caregiver headcanons #agere fanfic

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ibelonginarkham · 10 months ago

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Im sorry but there are a few things that have to be said when it comes to Hazbin fans.

Some-(NOT ALL. DO NOT FUCKING BASH ME.)-Huskerdust shippers need to stop stereotypicalizing their dynamic.

Husk isn't racing to rescue his damsel in distress all the time, Angel can take care of him fucking self, that was the whole point of his development; realizing he can stand up for himself. He isn't a little princess who's weak and needs saving, he's a mob-boss for satan's sake. How did you guys twinkify a twink???

Husker is not this innocent kitty cat. He was a fucking over lord and likely had several souls under his belt himself, so if you hate Alastor automatically because he was a big-fat-meanie to your pookie you need to grow tf up.

If that is the first thing that makes you immediately turn on Alastor you need to sort out your priorities, because if you ignored all the other bad shit he's done you should be able to forgive him for lashing out when a sensitive topic is touched on. Alastor has feelings too.

Which brings me to my next topic.

Alastor is aroace, but aroace is an umbrella term and its a spectrum. Most writers seemingly make their characters aroace to prevent people from shipping them with others but it never works.

Now, i'm not saying Viv is one of those people at all, hell, she even condoned shipping him with people! She gave permission!

But as an aroace person myself I have to say, I hardcore ship Alastor with Lucifer. Like, not qpr, i mean full on tongue kissing and shit. Idc. It's what I like.

So if you're aroace and you're trying to get people to stop shipping Alastor ships because "Oh BuT iT's So DiShEaRtEnInG-"- shut up, you don't speak for ALL of us aroace people.

We need to not shove ourselves into that little box of "sex repulsed, touch repulsed, romance repulsed" stereotyping. Stop stereotyping yourselves!

It's ok to not like a ship, but if you're that upset you need to go watch some fucking paint dry or some shit.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, have a nice day.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #radioapple #huskerdust #aroace

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valentinoappreciator · 7 days ago

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There's a First Time for Everything

A quick little drabble I put together after seeing the cutest radiostatic fanart <3 I haven't written for these two disasters before, so please forgive me, and don't be meanies about it ;v;

The post with the fanart can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/byrdnight/768971048708374529?source=share Credit for the idea goes to @byrdnight, tagging you so you can read it as well :D

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor x Vox

Rating: M for Mature (nothing explicit, only a few references to actual nsfw stuff)

Word count: 2.8k

Tags included but not limited to: Established RadioStatic, implied / referenced Valastor, implied / referenced StaticMoth, light kissing, ice skating, first time ice skating, light angst???, but so much fluff to make up for that

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane. Title: There's a First Time for Everything

Author's note: First time writing for these two, but I couldn't help myself after seeing the art <3 I hope it's to everybody's liking!

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Dainty, white flakes drifted lazily through the crisp, cold air. Both were, of course, artificially created; things weren’t so fucked that Hell had frozen over yet. That didn’t take away from Vox’s almost childlike wonder at the snow, though. Alastor hummed softly and looked up into the red sky.

“Are you about ready?” he asked with an aura of exasperation before turning his head to Vox, who was busy tying his skates.

“Yeah yeah yeah, give me a moment,” Vox replied, tongue poking slightly out of his mouth, “these shoelaces are being annoying.”

Alastor rolled his eyes.

“Well, you’ve got that in common.”

“Oh ouch,” Vox said flatly as he tied a knot on the skates’ laces and then stood up, turning to Alastor with an outstretched hand.

“Well?” he said, and was surprised to see Alastor’s fluffy ears flatten against his head and Alastor turn a bit away from him. Vox frowned slightly, before figuring that Alastor maybe didn’t want to risk being seen with him in public like this. Well, he really should have thought about that before agreeing to go to the ice rink with him!

“Look,” Vox sighed, “if you changed your mind, you could’ve just told me so.”

“Would it have changed things?”

“Of course not. Now, come on, get on your feet and get out there.”

Alastor scowled up at him, refusing to take his hand. He crossed his legs and his arms, clinging to his microphone stand. Now it was Vox’s time to roll his eyes.

“If you’re going to be a big baby about it, you can sulk in silence,” he muttered and pushed himself away from the rink’s half-walls to glide onto the ice.

The cold air brushed against his face, and Vox took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and let the breath out just as slowly. Oh, how he had missed this from his childhood! He vividly remembered going to the ice rinks with his mother and father. Remembered the excitement, the way he barely had to put effort into moving, the way his parents looked at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Beaming, full of admiration.

Like they thought he could get far with his ice skating skills. It was a wonderful memory.

Vox kept his eyes closed for a couple of seconds, leaning full-tilt into the warmth of the memory. It was only him and Alastor here, after all, there was quite literally no risk of bumping into anyone non-important and cutting off their ankles. Unfortunately. It was an ice rink only for the absolute elite. Only for the most powerful of Overlords.

He put one foot in front of the other and pushed the slightest bit, easily and smoothly gliding forward. Rinse and repeat.

When Vox opened his eyes, feeling like all the passion of the Sun was glittering in them, he found Alastor, still sitting on the bench, still with his limbs crossed, still clutching his stupid microphone stand. But, as opposed to before, he was now watching Vox curiously, his ears perked. He caught Vox staring at him, and promptly looked up into the sky again.

Vox rolled his eyes again before nimbly switching course, sliding towards Alastor with his hands behind his back.

“What is it, Bambi? Afraid you’ll slip and fall on the ice?” he grinned and slid to a stop in front of him, shredding a bit of ice that landed on Alastor’s black pants. Alastor looked at him with as much disapproval as he could, which was a lot.

“Oh come on, Alastor,” Vox groaned and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up. But Alastor was stubborn as a mule and didn’t budge. “What’s your fucking damage? I asked if you wanted to go to the ice rink with me, and you agreed. Now you won’t--- you haven’t even put on the skates?”

Alastor glared up at him, his ears flat against his head once more. He huffed and turned his head away from Vox. Vox groaned loudly and shook his head, both hands on his hips.

“Should’ve fucking guessed,” he grumbled. “You really are just a big coward. You never try anything new and fun.”

“Valentino begs to differ.”

“Fucking excuse me?” Vox hissed between gritted teeth, lifting one leg and slamming the skate’s blade down into the wooden bench so that he could lean down into Alastor’s personal bubble. He didn’t care if the blade got dulled from the action; he needed to know what the fuck Alastor’s problem was.

Alastor growled quietly, pressing himself back against the bench as his ears went completely flat against his head.

“I know Val fucks you regularly, so why are you acting like there’s a massive fucking stick up your ass? If you didn’t want to do ice skating with me, you could’ve just said so!”

“It’s not because it’s with you,” Alastor snapped back, clearly surprised by his own words. Vox blinked in surprise, but the fiery annoyance in his chest wasn’t dying down.

“Then, pray fucking tell, what is it? Because you’re acting like a total prick right now.”

Alastor looked away for so long that Vox was tempted to push away again. Then The Radio Demon mumbled something. Mumbled. Not speaking loud and clear. Vox had to even look at his lips moving to make sure he was speaking.

“I don’t want to look like a fool.”

“There’s no one here but us,” Vox said irritably, gesturing to the completely empty ice rink. Alastor seemed to kind of curl in on himself, as he sat there on the bench. He hid his lower face in his scarf.

“I’m quite aware of that.”

Vox glared at Alastor, about to yell at him some more, when he had an epiphany.

Wait...

“Wait,” he said slowly, drawing out the word and watching how Alastor winced, “are you... afraid of looking stupid in front of... me?”

This got Alastor to glare back at him, ire in his eyes. Vox blinked down at him, utterly perplexed. Well, this was new. Usually, Alastor was so suave and nonchalant, so this came completely from left field.

“But... I’m your boyfriend.”

“I’m quite aware, regrettably,” Alastor scoffed.

Vox rolled his eyes once more.

“I mean, you idiot, that you shouldn’t have to worry about looking stupid in front of me because we’re dating. I don’t care if you look stupid. You’re the prettiest motherfucker around.”

A beat of silence. Alastor blushed slightly. Vox cleared his throat.

“Maybe don’t mention that to Val, though.”

Alastor was quiet, and Vox sighed. Despite the many layers of clothing, he was starting to get a bit chilly.

“Look, Al. Just... I don’t care about looking stupid. Not when it’s you. My brand is perfection, but I’m not working right now, am I?”

“In those clothes? I certainly hope not.”

Vox pretended not to have heard him.

“So just, please, relax. Put on the skates and join me out on the ice, please?”

Alastor glanced up at him as he dug his skate out of the bench.

“I have never done this before,” he then revealed, again in a low mumble.

Somehow, for some reason, this made Vox smile. A genuine, warm smile. The fire that had once been one of annoyance now became one of fondness, but he would be double-damned before he admitted that. Alastor was... willing to do this with him? Something he hadn’t tried before? Even if it made him look ridiculous? As far as Vox was concerned, there was no greater declaration of love.

“That’s okay,” he said softly and cupped Alastor’s cheeks with his hands, the claws gingerly scratching through his hair. “We’ll take it slow. I’m a good teacher.”

Alastor huffed, but couldn’t run from the blush on his face. Vox smirked.

“Now now, no salacious thoughts, young man.”

Alastor’s face went beet red, and Vox laughed gently.

“I’m kidding. Come.”

He pulled back and grabbed Alastor’s skates lying next to him before starting to kneel.

“Please?”

Alastor was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed deeply, rolling his eyes and putting his usual face back on. His legs uncrossed, and he bent down to take off his shoes.

“Do you even beg this much for Valentino?” he asked jokingly. Vox grinned.

“Only when he’s being extra insidious.” This got a warm and heart-felt chuckle out of Alastor, who proceeded to take off his shoes and replace them with the red-and-black ice skates in Vox’s hands. Vox tied them for him in silence.

When the laces were done up and tied with a pretty knot at the top, Vox stood up without so much as a wobble. He reached his hands out to Alastor, who seemed to regret this whole thing, but nonetheless put his own hands in Vox’s.

“I’m gonna pull now,” Vox warned, and tugged gently. Alastor followed, immediately wobbling and clinging to Vox.

Vox would have been a lying bastard if he said he didn’t like it. Not that he couldn’t live with being accused of being a lying bastard. He had been called much worse, and much more accurate, things through the years.

Alastor was wonderfully warm against him. He smelled nice, too. Well, Vox had to hand it to Valentino, the pimp had an uncanny ability to get people to present themself as nicely as they could. For Alastor, that meant taking actual regular showers and using cologne. He still hadn’t learned how to use a comb or a brush, though.

“This was a mistake,” he hissed, ears flat and eyes closed tightly.

“Calm down,” Vox said soothingly and straightened, putting a hand on the small of his back. “Easy. Easy does it. Stand up straight. You can hold on to me if you need to.”

Alastor did need to hold on to Vox as he slowly, very slowly, stood up straight. His hands had an iron grip on Vox’s arms. In turn, Vox gently held Alastor. They stood like that for a little while.

“There you go, that’s a good posture!” he praised, noting the flush going across Alastor’s face and filing this away for later blackmailing purposes. “Now, I’m going to go backwards, okay? You keep holding on to me.”

“No, no no!” Alastor yelped as Vox slid backwards a bit, forcing Alastor to move.

“It’s okay, you’re doing great. It’s okay.”

He kept his gaze firmly locked on Alastor as he scooted further back. There was something almost akin to panic in Alastor’s eyes as they held Vox’s gaze, but Vox did his best to be calm and reassuring and soothing. Eventually, it had to rub off on Alastor.

“See? You’re doing great!” he praised again after having moved a few feet and Alastor was still standing. Wobbling and uncertain, but standing nonetheless.

“Shut up,” Alastor hissed, looking like someone spending all of his energy focusing on staying standing. His cheeks were burning red, his eyes wide open, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. I’m being serious, believe it or not.”

They continued like that for a little while; Vox skating backwards and forcing Alastor to move as well. It was utterly clumsy and without elegance or grace, but Vox didn’t care. He was just happy - thrilled - that he got to do this with Alastor.

As they went, Vox gave him tips and advice on how to move his feet and how to keep his posture. He wasn’t sure how much of it he retained, but he could see improvement after just a couple of rounds on the ice rink. He made sure to let Alastor know that his posture was improving and that his steps seemed to become more confident. Alastor glared at him, but Vox liked to think it was all a façade.

Not that it mattered all that much, though. He got to be close to Alastor, didn’t he? And really, wasn’t that the stuff dreams were made of?

“Okay, Al, you’re doing really great now. I feel confident in letting---”

“You are not letting go,” Alastor hissed immediately, clinging even harder to Vox’s arms, to the point that Vox had to stop himself from wincing.

“You’ll be fine,” he promised.

“Vox, no,” Alastor continued, “you are not letting go so soon, you slimy little---”

“I’ll cut you a deal.”

“...” His ears perked adorably.

“If you fall on your pretty ass, which I know you won’t, I will refrain from being smug and snarky about my superiority for a whole weekend at a time of your choosing.”

“You’re not superior, though.”

Vox rolled his eyes.

“Look, do you want me to hold on or not?”

“Do you want me to bully you around and prove how you’re inferior to me?” Alastor retaliated, even as he hesitantly loosened his grip on Vox's forearms. Now it was Vox’s turn to blush, but he played it cool with a little scoff.

“As if you could.”

They glared at each other for a moment before Alastor let go of Vox’s sleeves. Very slowly, and very hesitantly, until they were only connected by Vox’s fingertips on Alastor’s hands.

“Okay?” Vox asked, looking at Alastor.

He took a shuddering breath but nodded all the same, and Vox was filled with a bizarre kind of glee. Seeing The Radio Demon scared was a sight reserved for... hell, he couldn’t think of anyone who had seen Alastor nervous, let alone scared. Well, seen and lived to tell the tale.

“Okay.”

Vox skated back a few feet, but remained within grabbing distance. Just in case.

Alastor’s knees wobbled, and he flailed wildly with his arms. Vox instinctively reached for him, but he managed to stand upright. Mostly. Well, somewhat. And, when Alastor got his knees under control, and the arm-flailing stopped, and he stood there, completely still, without help, Vox grinned widely at him. Alastor’s eyes were closed tightly.

“See? I told you you could do it!”

Alastor opened his eyes and looked around, then at Vox. His heart swelled with the thrilled surprise in his gaze. For just a moment, in this precise moment, Vox could feel his own childlike excitement at doing something all by himself when he had been but a kid.

“You’re doing great, Al,” he said. Then he gestured to himself, waving a hand. “Now, come on, come to me.”

“Not happening,” Alastor said immediately. “I can’t move ever again.”

“Yes, you can, and yes, you will.”

Alastor shook his head so hard it threatened to disrupt his balance. Vox observed him for a long moment.

“Alright,” he then said and skated back to Alastor who immediately reached out and clung to him. It was a highly unusual feeling. “It’s okay. I’m still really proud of you, Al.”

“Don’t say that,” Alastor mumbled, ducking his head. Vox stroked a few claws through his hair, carefully avoiding his antlers. They were always very sensitive, and he didn’t want to set off Alastor in any way right now. Maybe later, though...

Alastor instantly relaxed against him, even more so when Vox began petting his hair in earnest.

“You did do well, Alastor. I’m not patronizing you or anything. I really am proud of you for the progress you’ve made today.”

Alastor scoffed softly, but didn’t argue any further, so neither did Vox.

They stood like that until Vox started getting chilly. Then he withdrew his hand, gently cupping Alastor’s cheek.

“I’m cold,” he said, “do you want to go home?”

“Please,” Alastor mumbled, but didn’t let go. Vox smiled softly.

“Give me a kiss, and then I’ll get us back.”

Alastor gave a quiet scoff, but nonetheless lifted his head.

They exchanged a quick, yet surprisingly tender kiss, and as promised, Vox led them both back to the bench. They engaged in a bit of small-talk while they removed their skates and put on their own shoes.

“Al.”

“Hmm?” Alastor hummed as he grabbed his microphone stand.

Vox wanted to ask if he had overstepped any boundaries today, but he didn’t want to seem overly concerned. That would ruin his image. Thus, he instead grabbed Alastor’s scarf and hauled him in for another kiss, this one much more like the ones he was used to receiving from Valentino; deep and passionate, verging on being obscene.

Alastor didn’t do or say anything. He just sat there, rigid.

When Vox pulled back, he pulled Alastor’s hat onto his head and down over his eyes, laughing as The Radio Demon yelped and grumbled.

“I love you, Al.”

Alastor snickered as he got his hat - and hair - under control.

“A terrible decision, really.”

“I know,” Vox grinned as they laced their fingers together and started the walk back home.

#text #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin fic #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #staticradio #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #implied valastor #implied staticmoth #my post

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honey-minded-hivemind · 5 months ago

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Imagine a reader with alastor's constant smile and whacky personality, ana has a sentient Shadow that shows their true emotions

Ooooooo~

They'd be deer-lightfully dreadful and poised! They have small antlers, little hooves, a dashing bowtie and smile, and a shadow that moves on its own, complete with sharp teeth and a little tail!

This Reader loves old shows amd radio programs amd encyclopedias, they always dress dapper, they adore fresh meat, and always have a laugh and a smile to share!

But beware~

Don't let them catch you without a smile or being a meanie, or they'll just have to correct you~! And they feel very, very inspired by the guillotine on how to correct the more dastardly ne'er-do-wells~!

Oh well~ On with the show~!

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #🦌Dearest Fawn🩸 AU #💫sinner or winner?🔥 au

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anime-owo-kage-san · 5 months ago

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Some Crymini Sketches and Father-Daughter mini comics of her and Husk: (A typhoon was happening around where I am, and so, my net was really slow. For three days I was able to scroll through tumblr, but none of the pictures are loading. So, I only got to post them here now.)

Drawing Crymini from memory vs When I have a reference:

Girl has so much on her color palette, and her mohawk is beautifully huge that it is hard to remember what she looks like even when I think I imagined her perfectly in my head. (She’s got both Husk and Angel’s color palette though, and I love it.)

Anyone else think she and Fat Nuggets are kinda siblings, because of the eye spot thing?

Crymini gives Husk a gift:

Please ignore how it’s way far from father’s day now…

Crymini fooling around Husk’s casino:

First pic is kinda blurry, here’s a transcript:

Crymini: “Anyone here want a swig of ‘Spikey Pikes?’”

Husk: “That ain’t a real drink! No one order that! Crym! You’re only supposed to clean the glasses! Leave the bartending to the bartenders!”

I used to pronounce Crymini’s name as “Kri-minnie”, but then I heard someone on YouTube shorts pronounce it as “Cry-meanie”. And I guess it sorta sounded better to me, so I went with it.

I still don’t know which is the actual pronunciation.

So, Husk calls her ‘Crym’ (pronounced as ‘crime’) for short. Since, Angel (in fanon) already calls her Mini.

~•~

If she were to be added in the series, I really like the idea that she used to work for Husk when he was an overlord.

But, he didn’t own her soul. He makes an exemption and just lets her work there freelance.

I know Husk was probably an asshole back when he was an overlord, but I like to think, that just like Alastor having a soft spot and being a gentleman for the ‘shes and hers’ —Husk has a soft spot for kids.

I’m sure you all remember me saying that when I linked my fanfic. Speaking of which, I changed the series name on ao3 from Cat-Spider-Hyena Blended Family whatever I called it. Bc it’s a mouthful. It’s now called “The Loser Family”.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel crymini #husk #angel dust #crymini #huskerdust parents #father figure husk #daughter figure crymini #huskerdust

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dearest-painter · 11 months ago

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This was sent in as a request but tumblr is being a meanie and not letting me answer it so I’m posting it like this. This is for @nunezs-stuff , they asked for a romantic Alastor for kianna Komori

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship, Alastor himself, I try to make alastor as canon as I can but like y’all can correct me, tell me if I need to add more

-Alastor knows he’s not a good person and that his behavior isn’t healthy but he quite frankly, does not give a damn

-During his time being missing he makes sure Kianna is still protected and safe, he can’t have his darling being harmed now

-He takes Kianna with him for the Hazbin hotel

-She’s literally the only one who can stop him from fighting, only because he doesn’t want her to be dirty

-None of the other sinners can even try to get close to Kianna without them dying

-Husker is allowed to be near Kianna buy only because Alastor owns his soul, LITERALLY!

-Alastor isn’t stupid, he knows that his manipulation doesn’t work on Kianna but he decides it’ll be easier to target those around Kianna

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #not my oc #not my original character #fem oc #female oc #Yandere x fem oc #Yandere x female oc #romantic yandere #yandere hazbin hotel

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rainbowkirby · 4 months ago

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Mortal Kombat Bloodline Episode 8 : Attack on Titan Havik

In Chao Realm Titan Havik torturing a Poor Emperor Havik while he is been possessed. Titan Havik Questioning him.

TitanHavik: So Tell me, Loki, Why did my people turn Against me? Hmm? ANSWER ME!!!!!

PossesHavik coughing Blood.

PossesHavik: I......I......My People Chose Me....

Titan Havik: Really? That's it? Will see about that.

TitanHavik Possessed Havik to obey him to turn Against one of another.

In Chaos Realm. Shimmer Spectrum and Alastor and His brothers are heading to Havik's Palace. Splinter Saw a Blood Magic lines up to the sky and Possesse the rest of the Havik species Chaos Realmers in the Village.

Splinter: Uhh.....Guys?

The Havik species turn into Titan Havik Slaves they are becoming Aggressive just like brainwashed Zombies to try to attack them

Spectrum: They're like....The Evil Dead....Or the walking Dead.....what should we Called it?

Dairou: Run!!

They are running as fast as they can to try to go the Palace as soon as possible. Luckly Ashrah came and use the light power to stop the Posses Chao Realmers and then the posse chaos Realmer got away. They are luckly Safe.

Shimmer: Ashrah. Your Here.

Ashrah: Jerrod Send me here to help you to save The Emperor Havik from His Titans Form.

Spectrum: a Titan Form?

Dairou: Oh no...no that not good.. What do we do..

Alastor: Relax, Dairou. We can Save him together.

Spectrum:; I'm glad He mentioning you.

Ashrah: I believe Mantro is the one Causing all this.

Dairou: And he Will Pay!

Splinter: bad enough we have to put up with the whole shenanigans. My Dad can't even Take a Break.

Alastor: not even Once, and I'm more worried about his high blood pressure.

Dairou: come on, we gotta go!

Finally they made it to Havik's Palace to stop Titan Havik to Save The Emperor. TitanHavik Keeps Torturing The emperor Havik more and more.

TitanHavik: Give me a Good reason why I should of Kill you a Long time Ago.

Not long until Shimmer Spectrum and Alastor and his Brothers Stop Titan Havik.

Shimmer: Let him Go!!

TitanHavik: (Chuckle) Who are you sorcerer?

Shimmer: I am a Wizard of Earth and Light and I am here to Stop the Agony to Bring Back prince that what we all deserve. I will do anything to protect Earthrealm. Or Any Realm who begs for peace and......

TitanHavik: Enough With your intro's, you imbecile. I just got here, I'm here to take my place would you mind? It's my territory.

Splinter: Ha!! Yeah Right..

TitanHavik: And it's official, you have yours sons.(Chuckles) Too bad that I'm gonna be their new Daddy.

Splinter: What the Fuck, Ewww..... Awkward...

TitanHavik: Shame on you, Emperor.

Dairou: Leave Him Alone...

TitanHavik:(chuckle) Too late he belongs to me.

PossesHavik Traps Ashrah and Spectrum in the Cage made of Bones with his Chao Magic.

Splinter: Dad?

PossesHavik: Daddy with Chaos Now.

PossesHavik trying to Attack Splinter while Titans Havik watches. Shimmer Blast posse Havik with his light Magic to save Splinter. PossesHavik turns Around on Shimmer. PossesHavik Attacks Shimmer and Shimmer Fights Back. PossesHavik Throws Shimmer Across the Wall. Titan Havik use his Chaos Power to take Ashrah and Spectrum to feed the Hungry Posse Chaos Realmers.

Spectrum: Oh, Shit Were all gonna Die.

Meanwhile Titan Havik control The emperor Palace with his Chaos Magic to lock the outside doors so Dairou and his brother won't Escape, So PossesHavik is going to attack them.

Dairou: Dad Please it's Me, your son Dairou....

PossesHavik turns Around and puke Blood and Ready to attack them.

PossesHavik: Lets play a Little game Dairou.

Splinter: Okay, I guess no wondering why I Fucking hate clowns... especially the one with a red Balloon. That we Know that we're fucked.

Alastor: Your Watching Way too many horror movies

Splinter: yeah but in reality, it even Worse..

PossesHavik: Eeny....(Point to Splinter) meany (point to Alastor) miney(to splinter) YOU!!!!!(To about to attack Dairou)

Dairou: shit(tries to getaway) Guys a little help here?

Alastor tackled PossesHavik and PossesHavik crawl backwards to the wall.

Splinter: What the Fuck?..... WHAT THE FUCK!????

Alastor: Shhhhh...Calm Down....

Splinter: uuuuhhhh..... Alastor?

PossesHavik Climbing up the Sealing Backwards and then about to attack them but Splinter dodged. But PossesHavik Attacks Alastor, Luckily Shimmer came to Rescue and Tackle PossesHavik to save Alastor and Hold PossesHavik Down. Shimmer Told Them they To help Shimmer to hold PossesHavik Down.

Shimmer: Quick, Hold Him down!!!

Alastor Dairou And Splinter helps Shimmer and Works to together to let Shimmer To Turn PossesHavik Back to Normal.

Finally Shimmer Turn Havik Back to normal Self and Now He can Finally Be him self Again.

Havik: Ugh..ohhhhh....My Head, What Happened?

Dairou Alastor and Splinter happily gives Havik a Massive Hug and starting having Tears of joy.

Dairou: Dad!!(Gives Hug)

Havik: My Babies.(starting having tears of Joy)

Splinter: I miss you so much.

Alastor: Are you alright?

Havik: I'm in pain, but I'll be okay...

Alastor: your Blood Pressure is too high.

Havik: I aware of it I need to sit down and relax.

Shimmer: take as Much Time as you need to, I'm gonna Save Ashrah and Spectrum.

Shimmer grabs a Rope and Save Ashrah and Spectrum.

Shimmer: is everybody Alright?

Ashrah: I'm okay.

Spectrum: Holy Shit good Thing We didn't get Bit.

Ashrah: Luckily Were not bitten.

Spectrum: is everything okay?

Shimmer: everything is alright I save the emperor's Life.

Spectrum: How?

shimmer: I use my Light Magic to get rid of the Posse Magic from Mantro's Power.

Ashrah: I knew this magic is familiar.

Havik is Really Weak because of his Chaos Magic is been taken by Shao Khan and Mantro. Luckly Alastor helps Havik to let Him gets Alastor's to get his strength Back.

Alastor: Dad, I need you to drink my blood.

Havik: What? No..I don't want to hurt you...

Alastor: Please, Dad, Drink this I'm not loosing you. I want you too drink Blood.

Alastor give Havik a tiny bottle of Blood so he can Drink it. Finally Havik's Strength is healed.

Alastor: How do you feel?

Havik: Much better. Thank you, son

Alastor: Your welcome.

Splinter: I'm glad your here, we thought we lose you.

Havik: don't worry I'm still here.

Dairou: I'm glad your okay. Thanks to Shimmer, he's the one who is Helping us get you back.

Havik: Shimmer?

Shimmer: Your Highness, Im Glad that I'm here to help you get rid of the Posse Dark Magic from Mantro with my light magic. But Unfortunately The Titan Variant version of Havik is Back, we have no Idea how do he get here.

Havik: No, this can't be.....How?

Shimmer: I don't Know.

Dairou: we just found out.

Havik: There's no way. Liu Kang Erased Him. How does he still alive?

Shimmer: the Far as I know, ever since Mantro taking over the timeline, Mantro and Sinister revived Shinnok back to life and he is probably gonna take over the timeline.....I'm sorry...I.... don't know...I really don't know how could this possible.

Havik: None of us Knew, Shimmer. Mantro the one who is nothing but causing Trouble. Soon the Chaos will soon overwhelm Him, After all he done to us and Causes all this Mess he made.

Dairou: Together. Well will Save Liu Kang so he can stop them.

Havik: like I said, one step out of time.

Spectrum: So now What.

Havik: it is my chance Stop the Titan. So I can save my people.

Ashrah: your highness, you can't do it alone.

Shimmer: She's right, you can't do it alone. We are working Together.

Havik: Very well then, As you wish..

Dairou: Alright, Lets do this!!

Splinter: Lets kick the Titan's Fuck Face ass!

Later Titan Havik control his magic to create a Blood Changer on the roof of the Palace. And Posse Chaos Realmers bow down.

TitanHavik: Greetings My beings. It's been so long that I Can Rule this realm and finish it when I started. We Finally Blessed by Anarchy. No one will stop us. As my Command, We will build a Army of Chaos to destroy every Realm that we can get our hands one. The blood, the death, the Chaos!

PosseChaosRealmerCrowd: The Blood, the Death, And Chaos!

TitanHavik: We Are Blessed by Anarchy!!!

PosseChaosRealmerCrowd: We are blessed by Anarchy!!!

TitanHavik:(chuckle) Thanks to Mantro since he brings me back to life. Now it's my turn to take over. And Loki won't stop me. He's been sitting in the throne long enough. Now it's my turn to rule!!! Too bad that I can Crush his little bones of his. Unless if he decides to Obey to me.

Havik: My people will not Obey You!

TitanHavik turns around and see Shimmer Spectrum Ashrah Havik and His Son is here to stop him.

TitanHavik: You!!!

Havik: Surrender now, or I will....

TitanHavik: you're gonna kill me?......ha!...Not this time. My people have already been bowed before me. Your throne is Now mine. You supposed to Obey Me!

Havik: Wrong!!! You brainwashed my people so you can force them to serve you! That's not how freedom Works!!!

TitanHavik: Oh, Loki, you have no idea who you been dealing with! You betrayed me and set the slaves free! I let my People to be Free and having freedom of Chaos.

Havik: That's Not Freedom, That's Controlling, this is Madness!

TitanHavik: Madness?.........This Is Anarchy!!

MegaFlesh Arrived and about to kill Shimmer and the others.

TitanHavik: Oh, I almost forgot. I bought a mutant that who loved to tear down your flesh.

MegaFlesh: I will tear you apart with my Claws!

Spectrum: you are one Ugly Motherfucker...

Shimmer: No Time for reference, we have to stop that monster!!

MegaFlesh tries to destroy them. But Shimmer, Ashrah And Spectrum works together to stop that beast While Havik and his Sons Fighting Titan Havik. Titan Havik Knocks Splinter down and Grab him.

Havik: Splinter!!

Titan Havik threaten The Emperor and the Posse Chaos Realmers grabs Dairou and Alastor.

TitanHavik: look what we have here. Your Bratty Sons Acting just like you. Including this Coward little Shit.

Havik: You Leave Him Alone!!!

TitanHavik: Ha! I'm Afraid I can't do that. You just gonna have to bow before me, if you want your family back.

Havik: if you put one Scratch on my child, I'll kill you!!!

Alastor: please, don't do this...your hurting him.

TitanHavik: I have already won.

TitanHavik tries to Suffocate Splinter but Splinter bites Titan Havik's arm with his Sharp teeth injecting with venom.

Titan Havik: Ahhh Gah!!!

Splinter got away and Save Havik and Alastor and Dairou fights back.

TitanHavik Rip his own arm off to not let the venom get to his body and grow his arm grow back.

TitanHavik: Ha! Your Venom won't Fool me.

Splinter: Shit I thought it can Work.

Havik: You tried your best Splinter. It's my turn to fight and bring Back my Kingdom!

Meanwhile Shimmer Spectrum and Ashrah fights MegaFlesh.

Spectrum: Shit, what do we do?

Shimmer: I have an idea! I can use light magic to Distract him. Ashrah, Spectrum do what you have to do.

Shimmer use the lights Magic to burn the monster eyes. Ashrah use a Whip to trip the monster down and Spectrum use his Reaper Staff to Tear a MegaFlesh Body in Half at the same time. MegaFlesh is Dead.

Spectrum: Damm, We tear down that fucker apart.

Shimmer: it's easy that we all work together.

Spectrum: Now what?

Ashrah: We need to stop the Chaos Chamber.

Shimmer: Come on, Lets help them.

Shimmer Spectrum and Ashrah is about to stop the Chao Chamber. While Havik and his Sons works together to fight the Titan Havik.

Spectrum: Come we got this!!!

Thankfully Shimmer Spectrum and Ashrah break a gem and Destroy the Chaos Chamber. But Titan Havik found out the the curse is broken.

TitanHavik: No!!!

There is a good chance for Havik and His Sons to finish The Titan Havik. Dairou Stabs the Titan Havik through across the Stomach. Alastor use his blood magic to Collects bloods from the Titan Havik. And Splinter Jumps on Titan Havik and Bites him Again to inject Venom so Titan Havik can paralysis. There is a good Chance for Havik to finish TitanHavik.

TitanHavik: No, That's impossible!! How!!!

Havik: Yes, We Are Blessed by Chaos. But not the Chaos that what I have in mind. I am nothing like you.

TitanHavik: (chuckle) It's over yet, Loki. Shinnok has Already now becoming a keeper of time and he'll destroy you all! You can't beat me!!!! I will feast on your Soul!!

Dairou: Feast in this Mother Fucker!! (Dairou stomps Titan Havik head like a Watermelon!)

Titan Havik turns his whole body into a Sand and Blow away and finally been erased. Finally the Chaos Realmers finally turn back to Normal the where it should.

Spectrum: Man that's brutal. So now What?

Shimmer: were head back to see Shinujko. But first we need to let The Emperor have a moment.

Havik Splinter Alastor and Dairou give each other

Havik: I am so Proud of you my little ones.

Dairou: thanks Dad.

Havik step up to the crowd of Chao Realmers.

Havik: everyone in Chaos Realm, I save you all from the evil Titan. For now We will have Freedom.

Havik: and as for you, Dairou. (To Dairou)

Dairou: what it it?

Havik: You are now an Officially a Coach. To Teach the newbies to become a Guard. It means you are now a General of the Chaos Realm.

Havik gives a badge to Dairou.

Dairou: Are you serious...No Way....Your the best!

Dairou gives Havik a Hug.

The Crowds of Chaos Realmer Cheering and applause.

Later Shimmer Spectrum Ashrah Havik and his Sons. Planing about Working to together to Stop ShaoKhan.

Spectrum: I'm glad everything worked out.

Shimmer: I am too. But Unfortunately it's not over yet. We still need to Stop ShaoKhan Mantro and Shinnok.

Spectrum: I mean, that too.

Dairou: Were coming with you. You guys can't do it alone.

Havik: you may fight for us, but Saving the Empress of Outworld is the biggest priority.

Alastor: Since after all you done for us we want to return a favor for you.

Shimmer: you mean it?

Alastor: it's what Friends for....

Ashrah: how kind of you, Alastor.

Shimmer: if anything, I appreciate.

Spectrum: yeah to this Point. We could use a little help.

Alastor: which I knew you Would.

Splinter: nothing is gonna stop us.

Shimmer: thank you.

Meanwhile in Outworld Shao Khan sitting in the throne. Mantro watch the crystal ball to see the Titan Havik defeated.

Mantro: Ugh. No!!!! How could this Happen!!! There's no way!!! I Posse the emperor Havik so he can bow before you and the Titan Havik!!! Uaaah!!!!! It's Shimmer!!! He's the one who behind all this Mess!!! This is not what I have in mind!!!!(Throws a Crystal ball at Reiko. And Reiko got knocked out.)

Mantro: Very well then. At least ShangTsung and QuanChi are on the Island to set the tournament up for the imbeciles.

ShangTsung arrived to ShaoKhan Throne and told Mantro about the tournament.

ShangTsung: sorry for interrupting your moment Mantro, I...

Mantro: you Imbecile, you supposed to be setting up the tournament!

ShangTsung: Well. I am...

Mantro: when are you going to settling up the tournament? This better be soon...

ShangTsung: Yes, as soon as we can find a Opponent that who wants to join the tournament. I'm sure I'll win in final combat once the opponent reaches the tournament.

ShaoKhan: Are you Though?

ShangTsung: Well of course.

Mantro: hmmm... I don't know, you seen likely you let your Guard down. Kronika told Sinister that you Fail the emperor ShaoKhan from the past Timeline. It's what it says in the old timeline.

ShangTsung: you don't even know the who I am.

Mantro: No. What I do know your a Fool. But your not a failure yet. If you show if you win a final tournament. Then this will be different.

Reiko: As a General, I will do what ShaoKhan Command.

Mantro: Oh Pour Reiko. Following Shao's Footsteps huh. You do need to grow up a little bit don't you think.

Reiko: I have grown, sorcerer Watch your tongue.

Mantro: Shao Khan doesn't need you once ShaoKhan is a ruler. You might wanna go on your own.

Reiko: I Obey ShaoKhan. I do what he command.

Mantro: You might wanna ask him.

Reiko: ShaoKhan, am I loyal to you?

ShaoKhan: Yes, you do and I raise as a boy. But I am not the Same as you think of. So I don't need your Help.

Reiko: what do you mean?

ShaoKhan: it means you can joy no longer. I'm sick and Tired of you following me around like some kind a Dog who's Following my Shadows. It's sickening.

ShangTsung: he does have a point.

ShaoKhan Reiko and Mantro: SHUT UP SHANG TSUNG!!!

ShangTsung: okey then.

Reiko: I don't understand, you rescued me and you teach me how to become a warrior. Yet you rejected me? Because your the Emperor? You can't do that. That's not fair for me.

ShaoKhan: Life isn't Fair...but there are times that I don't need you any longer. Because I'm the Emperor of Outworld, I can do whatever I want and no one will stop me. Now get out of Sight.

Reiko: Why are you doing this?!

Mantro; you heard what he said.

Reiko: what did you do to him?

Mantro: He chose to be a Emperor. That's his destiny! So Don't Ruin it!!

Reiko about to attack Mantro but Mantro Knocks Reiko out and Tell ShangTsung to take Reiko with him.

Mantro: some General you Are. ShangTsung, take him Away. And tell him that he needs to unleashed Onoga.

ShangTsung; Seriously?!

Mantro: Now!!

ShangTsung Drags Reiko out of the throne.

Mantro: that's settles it, How are you felling Shao Khan?

ShaoKhan: Much Better. It's been for so long to have my destiny.

Mantro: well of Course your majesty.

ShangTsung Drags Reiko all the way out of the great. Reiko Wakes up.

ShangTsung: Get your lazy Behind and unleashed Onoga.

Reiko: if I do we, would he prove me that I can be Worthy?

ShangTsung ignore him and walks away.

Reiko: seriously?! Fine!!!

Reiko walks away and do what ever he can to Prove the emperor. But he realized that it's not worth the risk he has no idea what's he's gonna do without Shao. So He has no choice but walking in the Ruin desert Alone.

To be Continue..... Episode 9 A Broken Armor

(The next episode when Reiko is left out.)

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