#alastors shadow drabble

[alastorsshade]

Happy Hunting

TW// depictions of violence, maybe creepy imagery? it wasn't that graphic tbh

Haunting laughter echoes off the walls of the alleyway. The single laugh distorting into many and slowly transforming into the screams of many others. Coming from every direction and yet there was no one in sight. Only screams to cage in the cowering overlord as the shadows grow heavier. They seem to claw and bite at her. Keeping her in place while a figure watches her from beyond the veil. 

Silently, observing their prey while a wicked grin slowly splits open their maw until their shadowed jaw detaches completely, showing off an endless void with millions of tiny, sharp teeth lining it. Perfect for swallowing sinners whole. 

Their nonexistent stomach rumbles and growls at the thought of such easy prey. An overlord she might be, but she was still far from the toughest that they’ve hunted. Reduced to nothing but mere prey when faced with an apex predator. 

She never stood a chance. 

From the start, they had orchestrated this whole cat and mouse game. Allowing her to run and fight only to further her entertainment value, but they grew weary with this game. She trapped herself in a corner with no escape, and yet she still looked for a way out.

“silly little mouse. you only made yourself tired.” They spoke, projecting their voice to echo around her in the dome of shadows she was locked in. 

It was amusing to watch her look for them, only to find no one there. Even now she held hope, she would escape. It only made them hungrier.

Without warning, the shadows crashed into her like a pack of hungry dogs, tearing at her but not quite killing her. The killing blow would be reserved for them alone, but for now her screams filled a different hunger within them.

They listened to her until her throat became raw, her shouts of terror turning into pained wheezes. It was only when they couldn’t see any more hope shining in her eyes that they descended upon her. 

Dismissing the shadows to the far corner of the alley to get a better look at her. Her skin was torn, crudely split open like a meat suit, and yet even now her body was desperately trying to mend itself. Try as it might, it couldn’t regenerate fast enough. She wouldn’t ever be able to reform into her former glory. Instead, she’d be destined to stay in this state of painful regeneration for the rest of eternity or until an exterminator’s spear rammed through her.

What a pity.

They cooed at her as she whimpered and moaned. Shushing her as they loomed over her. Maw still wide open. A bit of drool even sliding down their elongated snout to dribble down onto her face.

“hush now it’ll be over soon”

She only continued to stare up at the being with glazed over, terror filled eyes. They chuckled, dipping down letting their tongue lazily roll out of its parted jaw. The long black appendage raking over her face, collecting up the blood there. Consuming it like the finest red wine as they purred. Deceptively soft and yet each lick still hurt as it scraped past tender muscles and nerves.

The feast was slow. With them taking time to tear into any wound threatening to close. Coaxing even more delicious nectar from it. They drinked their fill and then some. All the while, the sinner beneath them could do nothing but pray to the god that had already abandoned her for mercy.

Their tongue slowly detracted, vanishing in the depths of the endless void it had come from. Without moving their mouth, they sighed out “soon you will hurt no longer” 

They sounded put out by the mere thought, and yet it lowered its gaping maw until her head was completely encompassed in it. They hovered there for several grueling moments before snapping shut.

A sickening crunch fills the night air as the sinner's skull completely collapses against the pressure. From there it only takes mere moments for her body to be consumed. No traces of her left except maybe for the sounds of her screams that would be played later on the radio.

A job well done.

They wasted no time zipping halfway across Pentagram City before slipping through the cracks of the radio tower’s trapdoor.

“Oh good your back. I made you a cup of coffee.” Alastor greets them without even turning away from his switchboard.

His shadow chirps delightedly. No longer resembling the predator they had a few moments ago. “thank you ma chaleur”

[safination]

Little Things

|Masterlist|

Pairings: Alastor x Reader Warnings: None! TLDR: There are days when Alastor just doesn't want to be touched, and you totally understand that. You're one your best behavior to not touch Alastor. Surely, with such an attentive partner, no misunderstanding will occur.

My inbox is currently accepting requests. Feel free to ask for some stuff. I'm in a mood to write and create, so lend me your ideas and I'll bring them to words. This is a drabble. It's weird not to make full one-shots tbh, but meh, wasn't in the mood to make this a whole one-shot.

It’s the little things, really.

Alastor sits towards the edge of the bar, his stool nudged just a fraction farther than usual.  Charlie leans forward, eyebrows furrowed as she rants about this and that and this and that.

Tentacles slither out the shadows, wrapping themselves around the legs of Alastor’s stool. No one really notices when the tentacles pull him another fraction farther away.

Or, how just this morning, Alastor took time out of his day to grab a bowl, and carefully place the three eggs Niffty asked for.  The bowl slides across the table instead of being placed into her tiny hands.

See? The little things.

Heh . . .

You deserve a pat on the shoulder, honestly. Because what a considerate partner you are! Alastor didn’t even have to mention the slightest discomfort, yet still, you know he’s in ‘no touch!’ mode.

That’s why, for the entire day, you’ve been supporting Alastor’s ‘No-Touch’ day.

The rest of Hell’s day goes something like this:

Alastor asks you to hand him his coat.

And like the considerate partner that you are, you hand it to him. Although, you do have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from helping him wear the thing.

If it were any other day you would wrap it around his shoulders, and hold the back as he slips it around his arm. Then you would trail your fingers across his lapels to adjust its fit. Maybe, even give his bowtie a slight tug.

But you are a very, very, good partner.

So, your hands are kept to yourself, and the coat is placed on the table with a smile.

The devil seems keen on tempting you, but no, you are not giving in. (If you were in the garden, not even the devil himself could make you eat that apple.)

It’s been quite the productive day, and you definitely deserve an award! Not once have you touched Alastor, not have you stepped a foot into his personal space. It’s been difficult if you were being honest, but oh, well.

Maybe you’ll buy yourself a sweet, little treat for being such a considerate partner to Alastor. He’s quite lucky. Very few are as kind as you are, and even less are as attentive to his needs.

Just like right now.

There’s a gaping space between your bodies. It’s an easy thing to place yourself on the edge of the bed, careful not to roll and wrap your arms around Alastor.

Really, an award is in —

Alastor shoots up the bed, his note turned into the air with a scowl. “I refuse to keep playing this childish game,” he says, huffing at you. “I’ve been waiting all day for you to sort it out, but I’ve had enough.”

“Dearest . . .” You blink at him, pushing yourself up to sit as well. “I . . . What?”

His lips twist, and once more he huffs. It reminds you of a buck. “I would rather that you tell me that you’re upset with me instead of doing these ridiculous little things.”

“Ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous and childish!” Alastor points a finger at you, and there’s this petty voice urging you to chomp it off for such an audacity. “Do not confuse me for a fool, dearest. You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

“Well, of course, I have!” you say. “You’ve been in a mood since the moment you woke up. The cat almost got its tail bitten for rubbing between your legs.”

Alastor stares at you, an incredulous look on his face. “Ridiculous,” he tells you. “You are, absolutely, ridiculous.”

“I think you mean ‘considerate’.”

He flops back down to the bed, then rolls to you like some fucking child. Alastor keeps rolling until you don’t know whose limbs belong to who. His fingers curl around your shirt as he buries his weight deeper into you.

It’s the little things, remember? Like how you reach out to play with the strands of his hair until you’re finally combing through.

“I thought you were in a mood.”

“I am,” Alastor tells you, and deeper and deeper and deeper he goes. “All day I’ve been wanting nothing but this, yet you were so quick to deny me.”

“Don’t your moods usually require personal space?”

Alastor pulls you even closer, until your personal space becomes his as well. “This belongs to me,” he says. “And I don’t appreciate it being taken away from me.”

[lurochar]

First Rut, With You

A short drabble based on the Rut Stuff headcanons

Warnings: None

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This wouldn’t do.

You hummed cheerfully, completely unaware of the darkening eyes watching you from the shadows.

Oh, he couldn’t have this.

He could feel his eyes begin to blacken and the itch in his antlers somehow felt even worse than it did at the peak of his previous ruts.

You could, and should, be held responsible for bringing about such an irritating change in him. He never had to deal with these absurd urges before.

Rutting season had been nothing more than just a minor inconvenience, a month where he felt a little less patience and more aggression than he usually would – an easy fix, a little extra slaughter always soothed his ruffled fur.

Well, until you showed up in his (after)life and somehow managed to make yourself quite charming to someone like himself.

He had never imagined finding a partner would change the physical aspect of his rut month so much, it even seemed to awaken some sort of deep instinctual part of him that Alastor didn’t realize he possessed.

You needed to make it up to him for making him feel this way.

~00~

“My little Doe~”

You almost screeched, hearing the static and the filtered voice only after you felt a touch on your hand come from below and you stumbled, still not used to Alastor’s mastery of shadows that he liked to regularly abuse to scare the living shit out of you.

“Hmm, how are you this hellish afternoon?” Alastor asked in his usual chipper tone, eyes quickly drawn to what was in your hand and his grin tensed and twitched on one side. “What is that monstrosity?”

He was well aware demons were stopping and staring, whispering to each other, probably in shock that the Radio Demon was having a casual and cordial conversation with a Sinner who wasn’t a fellow Overlord.

Let them talk for a few minutes – he’ll be taking their worthless eyeballs for daring to gawk at you in a few moments anyways. 

You patted your chest a few times, feeling a little heavy as you barely managed to swallow down your mouthful before you choked on it. “I’m still not used to that. How am I still not used to that?” You said under your breath and Alastor’s smile twitched once more, his mind jumbled and completely out of control.

His patience wasn’t exactly all there, (maybe you didn’t know that), you shouldn’t ignore him like that, your attention should be on him, so answer his question, whywereyoueatingthat, HECOULDPROVIDEYOUWITHBETTER–

“What is that?” Alastor repeated with gritted fangs, not liking that he did have to repeat himself to begin with and you snapped out of your shadow-induced shock, glancing at the thing-that-shouldn’t-even-be-called-food in your hand.

“It’s just a dough–” You started, reeling back in surprise when Alastor knocked your treat out of your hand like a naughty cat knocking things off a table and you’re just baffled at the sheer child-like pettiness of it, “–nut…” You finish, simply staring at your fallen doughnut on the ground.

Huh.

“I admit I have no fondness for sweets,” Alastor doesn’t like you looking at that damn doughnut with those pretty doe eyes of yours, especially with that disappointment, “but if you are craving a sweet treat, I am capable of making beignets at the very least.”

It’s the only dessert recipe of his mother’s that he can replicate, he was never one for baking.

“Alastor,” you quickly forget about the doughnut when you look back at Alastor, “are you… feeling okay?” You asked in concern, quickly noting he was not his normal self.

His antlers were a little larger than normal, he looked all around irritated, his eyes were flickering between black and red, and his pupils were spinning as if they couldn’t settle between their normal shape or the radio dials he was known for.

“No, that’s not enough,” Alastor didn’t answer your question, “beyond sweets, for every meal, you need to come to me, my Doe. I’ll skin anyone alive who think they can feed– care for you better than I can.”

“I…” Something was off with Alastor, but you could directly ask him when you weren’t in public and–was that screaming?

Ah.

Alastor’s shadow and other little minions were making mincemeat out of the passersby and you guessed they must have riled Alastor up by staring just a little too long. Well, if you wanted to be in the Radio Demon’s life, it was just a fact you had to get used to.

You jumped when you felt something large being draped over you and you felt warm and fuzzy when you could smell Alastor’s scent enveloping you. “What are you doing?” You flushed, seeing that Alastor had taken off his overcoat and was currently wrapping you up in it, looking a little less irritated at the sight of you in it.

“I can still smell that doughnut and its maker on you.” Alastor snarled at the very thought before reaching down to intertwine his fingers within yours and he almost barked out a laugh at how utterly red your face was getting at the gesture. How adorable, you matched his coat.

“W-what are you doing!?” You were completely confused at this point because Alastor never touched you affectionately out in public – both for his image and for your safety. This was odd, bizarre, but you didn’t hate it, you were just flustered at the abruptness of this strange new thing.

“Hmm, I suppose I should have shared something about myself with you earlier,” Alastor tightened his hand around yours, strolling along with you slowly so you could keep up with your shorter frame, “When we are away from any prying eyes and ears, I will tell you what this is. But first, my little Doe, let us enjoy a nice afternoon walk, shall we?”

“O-okay.” You simply nodded, spotting a streaking black shape speeding towards you and Alastor and Alastor’s shadow emerged from the ground. You looked curiously at it when it held out its hands to Alastor in an eager manner, but slowly stepped back once you got a glimpse of what it actually was holding.

“Good job.” Alastor nodded with approval and the shadow seemed to look at you restlessly before Alastor held out to you what he ordered his shadow to retrieve – those worthless Sinners’ eyeballs. “A gift for you, dearest. And many in your favourite colour!”

Ah… ha.

“Thank you, Alastor.”

Yep, better get used to it.

[cinnamon-galaxies]

I saw this post by @frostedclock-writes and someone in the comments requested a story about Alastor and reader battling about who's opening the door first. So here's a quick drabble:

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

(Alastor x f!reader drabble)

Masterpost | Part Two | Part Three (by @frostedclock-writes) | Part Four | Masterlist | AO3

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You and Alastor walk side by side through the Hazbin Hotel, deep in conversation. As you both reach the end of the hallway leading to the parlor, your hands brush against each other while reaching for the door handle. A shiver runs down your spine, but instead of feeling giddy, you glance up to find Alastor narrowing his eyes at you, his crimson gaze fixed with a strange intensity, almost as if you had offended him.

He clears his throat and raises an eyebrow before reaching out again to open the door, but instead of grabbing the handle, his fingers land on yours.

"What–," he mutters, his eyes flicking between your hand and your face, narrowing further when he notices the grin spreading across your lips.

You chuckle. "Please, after you," you say, pushing the door open, gesturing for him to go first. But Alastor doesn’t budge. Instead, a shadow tendril snakes from the floor and nudges the door closed again.

"Oh, my dear," Alastor begins, shaking his head slightly. "It’s not proper for a lady to open the door for a man," he explains, gently moving your hand aside to reach for the handle himself.

"Excuse me?" You stare at him, the grin on your face fading into a sharp glare, feeling a twinge of offense at his rejection.

Alastor doesn’t flinch at your reaction. Ignoring your rising irritation, he opens the door himself, holding it open with an exaggerated flourish. "After you, my dear," he says smoothly, his voice laced with a teasing crackle through the radio filter, as if daring you to make an issue of it.

You stand your ground, shaking your head. "No."

Alastor raises an eyebrow, the confusion clear in his expression as he tilts his head, the static around him growing louder. "Pardon?"

"I said, no," you repeat firmly, your voice steady but laced with offense. "Why do you think it’s not proper for me to open the door for you?"

Alastor blinks, his ever-present smile tightening at the edges. "Because it’s a man’s duty to open the door for a lady."

"You know I’m perfectly capable of opening a door myself."

"It’s called 'chivalry', my dear," Alastor responds, his voice taking on that mockingly sweet tone he often uses when explaining something he considers obvious.

"And I can’t show you the same courtesy?"

"No."

"Why not?" you demand, frustration creeping into your voice.

Alastor’s smile widens, but there’s tension beneath it. "Because, my dear, I come from a time when a man was expected to treat a woman kindly, to be… gentlemanly."

You cross your arms, staring up at him. "And I can’t treat you kindly?"

Alastor’s eyes flicker with an emotion you can’t quite place. "It’s not about that."

"Then what is it about?" you challenge, stepping closer. "If it’s not kindness, what is it?"

"It’s about tradition," Alastor says, his tone growing firmer, as if that single word should be enough to explain everything.

"And what if I don’t care about your tradition?"

For a moment, the air between you is thick with tension. Alastor's smile falters ever so slightly, the radio crackling softly as if even he is struggling to find the right words.

"Then," he says slowly, his voice lower, almost dangerous, "I suppose we’re at an impasse."

[frostedclock-writes]

Reader vs. Chivalry

For @cinnamon-galaxies and the beast we created.

Alastor x F!Reader

Walking on the Wrong Side

Drabble

Warning: obscure piece of tradition (might just be a southern thing but it works for Alastor since he's from Louisiana) , oblivious/stubborn reader

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The streets of Pentagram City was busy as usual, stepping over broken glass and limbs with no owner was the normal for you at this point. Though you still enjoyed the walks, typically you did them alone but as of late the Radio Demon himself had taken to joining you. Today was one of those days.

It was all good, a nice silent walk between the two of you. Except for the faint humming of Alastor that filled the silence between you. You crossed the street to the other side and continued walking,though this time you fell in line with Alastor in the side closest to the street.

You didn't hear humming anymore. You glance over and you notice a twitch to Alastors eyebrows and his smile was a tiny bit wider. " Something wrong?" You ask as your steps pause.

He didn't speak at first. He simply took a hold of your shoulders gently but firmly and moved you to the other side of him and away from the streets. Odd, you raise an eyebrow and he simply adjusts his bowtie and makes a gesture for you to continue the walk.

" That's better, come on now." Alastor's voice cocky.

Your lips twitched and you walked a little bit but soon when his gaze wondered to the line of window shops on this street, you slip yourself to the other side of him again and take a hold of his arm, interlinked with his. A buzz of static came to your ears.

" Y/N. " His usual upbeat tone was strained, more clouded with white noise. " What are you doing?'

" We are walking." You say simply. " Do you not want me to hold onto you?" You give a small smug smile.

" Get to the other side of me. " Alastor stated curtly.

" Why? This is just fine. If a car comes barreling through here, it will hit both of us no matter what side I am on."

" That is not the reason. Now. " He attempted to move you over to the other side of him, shadow tendrils had to be implimented before you were physically placed at his other side.

You cross your arms and narrow your eyes. " Then what? Tradition?"

" You are not a woman of the night I am attempting to advertise, you are mine to keep not to sell. And I won't hear any more on this."

He offered you his arm with a growl.

[hells-wasabii]

hello :33

Could i request a drabble with Alastor x reader who can break deals made by demons

He meets the reader, who comes into the hotel, and they make a deal that is totally bad on their end (like to let them touch his ears once and in return they will do his bidding forever and ever).

But then after getting Alastor to do his part, they break the deal, and Alastor and everyone else is dumbfounded. (he is equally pissed and intrigued)

I looooooove your writing and congratulations on 200 followers!! :3

A/N: Hey wait I know you! You were one of my first followers! Thanks for sending this in, it’s seriously a cool concept and was pretty fun to work on! I actually hadn’t planned on it being so long, but I hope you enjoy!

Character: Alastor

Type: Fic (Alastor x reader with a deal breaking ability, Fluff, Angst)

Alastor knew when he was being watched, he could practically feel your eyes on him from across the room. His smile turned tense as he narrowed his eyes at the little display that Niffty was attempting to show him. Though, she really couldn’t be bothered whether he was paying attention or not. Alastor couldn’t help but wonder: why was it you were staring at him so intently?

You were an enigma to Alastor. You were a guest of the hotel, and yet of you he knew next to nothing other than a name and a knack for mischief. As far as he could tell, you were ordinary. A specimen that did little to pique his interest. The radio demon turned his attention from Niffty’s insect display to look at you from the corner of his eyes. He watched with unease as you smiled knowingly at him, almost as if you knew something that he didn’t and he was the last to be left in the dark.

“I want to make a deal with you.”

Now that, that got his attention. The words had left your mouth so effortlessly. It was barely a whisper and yet it was enough to make his shadow move across the room to tower over you. If you noticed, you didn’t let it show. Perhaps that should have been his first sign that something was amiss.

In moments Alastor was mere inches away, a grin that couldn’t be described as anything else but plotting splitting his lips. “And what is it that I can do for you, my dear?” Behind him, his shadow waited impatiently, hungry for a meal, a soul. And Alastor planned to feed it.

“I want to touch your ears,” You said it with such confidence, so much so that it nearly took him aback. In fact, there was hardly a pause or even a moment of consideration. It sounded more like an impulse than anything else.

Surely he was hearing things. His… Ears? What kind of preposterous request is that? And to offer your soul for such a thing? Preposterous. Surely you had lost your mind before or since your arrival. But perhaps it was an even trade-off, considering his aversion to touch. Truly, he couldn’t see himself losing to a fool’s deal like this.

It was all standard, really. The matter was settled in a shake of the hand, markings and sigils appearing in the air and lining the walls around the both of you. And of course the rest of the Hotel’s residents, guests and staff alike came along to see what the fuss and light show was about. Alastor didn’t make deals every day after all? When had been the last time he had struck a deal for a soul? He could hardly remember as your hand left his.

“Well, let’s get this over with, shall we?” As if you needed any more invitation than that. Stepping closer, you reached up. Had it not been for the fact that the radio demon had no choice but to hold up his end of the bargain, you were sure that getting this close would either reward you with a stern warning or the loss of a limb. Anyone else would have hesitated, but not you. Not when you had an ace up your sleeve the way you did.

The moment that your fingers brushed the appendages on the top of the radio demon’s head, your mouth opened into a fine ‘o’ shape. They were unbelievably soft. Usually, the pelt of a deer is coarse, the hair only smooth when you go with the grain, and prickly when against. But with Alastor, it felt more like fur than the usual coarse hair of a buck. Interesting.

The radio demon did his best to steel himself, unwilling to show any sort of reaction, especially with an audience present. His expression nearly fell as he realized that the rest of the Hotel’s residents were bearing witness to such an embarrassing situation. He made a note to attempt to save face later.

When it was finally over, his smile turned sinister. He relished the feeling of a new leash, a new bond, forming in the palm of his hand. The radio demon couldn’t help but love the way a new wave of power coursed through him He watched with glee as the chain began to form, link by link until it came to an end at the binding around your neck. But you merely smiled. This was his second clue that something was a miss.

He lifted his gaze to follow your hand, as you raised it up to grasp the glowing green bond. He watched as it strained, the shackle and the chain before it shattered in a manner that was not unlike glass. He could feel it, the broken bond. He could feel the power that had just coursed through his veins leave his body.

His lips twitched. His smile nearly fell, in fact, the overlord was certain that if it hadn’t been for the green stitches that appeared as he slipped into his demonic form, he was sure that he would have bared his teeth in a ferocious snarl. Instead, Alastor lost his composure. He reached out to grab ahold of you, but you were already two steps ahead and three out of range of the radio demon.

“What is the meaning of this.” The radio in Alastor’s voice crackled, a grating sound that nearly made you falter.

But you merely grinned, continuing to back away towards the others. “Deals are always meant to be broken.” With this, you turned on your heels and were out the door before more could be said.

You. You were exactly what he needed. But how could he possibly have you do anything in his favor without some sort of leverage or contract? It had been quite some time since someone had provoked his ire like this, but he wouldn’t allow himself to be bested like this. Not by a long shot. Alastor stood tall, dusting off his tattered coat, as if it had been sullied in some form or fashion as he watched you make your leave. It would seem that the radio demon had quite a bit of work to do.

[harleehazbinfics]

since i loved that catalastor drabble so much i thought why not duplicates of catalastors 😂😂 cannibal!Y/N kept it a secret and suddenly the hotel is overflowed with catalastor to the point alastor just grabs y/n (bridal style) to somehwere private or somewhere 😂 just a random thought because i love catalastor so much

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"mew"

"What was that sound?" Alastor asks shifting his gaze from his newspaper to you who suspiciously had your back on the closet.

"N-nothing!" you nervously replied trying to set a smile on your face.

He cranes his head disliking how you lied to him. Your sweat drips down your back as he walks forward towards you making your heart squeeze both in guilt and lovesick. You point your gaze at his hooves with a pout.

"(y/n), move."

You hesitantly move from the closet door and hide behind him. Trying tug him gently away from the door to save yourselves from the chaos that will ensue.

When Alastor opens the door, his eyes meet a pair of red beady ones. With a single blink, multiple pairs of red eyes appear, making you gulp and tug at Alastor's coat harder. He immediately catches you in his arms as he disappears onto his shadow and outside the hotel.

"What the fuck is--"

"WHAT THE HELL?"

"KITTIES!"

"THERE'S SO MANY CATS!"

"(Y/N)!!!"

Both you and Alastor reappear at his studio where you were safe from the mob of angry cats and/or Vaggie. You gave Alastor a guilty smile trying to gain some sympathy.

"I'm sorry, Sir," you apologize while pouting.

He sighs and holds you tighter while he had you in a bridal style hold.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't lie to me," he says bumping heads with you.

Lovestruck from the affectionate action, you held back your squeal and nodded your head, unsure if you could lower your voice if you opened your mouth.

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[redvexillum]

TAGS/WARNINGS: fingerf♡cking, dom/sub undertone, no established relationship, dub-con, f!reader, shadow f♡cking, power imbalance, gagging, bondage, asphyxiation, brat!reader, ♡verstimulation, alastor being a lil shit, b♡ndage, alastor makes reader into his lil b!tch lykyk

EXTRA WARNING: This is not a drabble. It is 3.9K words long.

Leaning back in your chair, you mirrored the unsettling grin that stretched across Alastor’s face. His grin, a sharp crescent of teeth, seemed to carve deeper into his cheeks. His eyes squinted just slightly – enough to glint with a darker, more ominous edge.  

You felt a spark of excitement ignite in your chest as you watched the subtle shift in his expression. It was a game to you now, one you’d become quite fond of.  

“My, my, I do feel awful that no one listens to your broadcasts anymore, Alastor,” you purred, your voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. You stretched your arms above your head lazily, as though you had all the time in the world.  

Ever since you’d come to the hotel, Charlie’s redemption exercises had left you with more downtime than you cared for, and boredom was your worse enemy. But now, you found entertainment in a much more thrilling pursuit – pushing the buttons of the ever-grinning, one and only, Radio Demon.  

A wicked thrill slithered down your spine when you noticed the faintest twitch of his left eye. His head tilted to the side, a glimmer of amusement – and perhaps annoyance – flickering behind his red-tinted gaze. He scoffed, the sound like static breaking through a radio, and muttered something about the “younger generation not appreciating the finer aspects of real entertainment.” 

As Alastor turned his head away, a shadowy movement caught your eyes. His shadow, usually a perfect reflection of him, rippled as if caught in a breeze that wasn’t there.  

And then…it shifted.  

The once-stoic silhouette frowned, its mass shrinking, folding in on itself like a chastised child. It looked almost…sad.  

Oh? Now, this was interesting.  

You’d never teased Alastor about his powers before, but this might just be the perfect opportunity. The idea of seeing him drop that ever-present, smug grin sent a delightful jolt of pleasure through you. Leaning forward, your grin spread wider, more mischievous than before.  

“You know, Alastor, I’ve noticed something quite fascinating about you. Your powers…quite the spectacle, aren’t they? Shadow magic, if I’m not mistaken?” You tilted your head, watching him intently.  

To your amusement, Alastor perked up at your words, his chest puffing out slightly, and a proud look took over his expression. He casually inspected his nails, playing into the flattery. “Ah, yes, indeedy! My abilities are rather unique – far beyond the capabilities of any other demon’s magic, I dare say –“ 

“It’s a pretty lame power,” you interrupted, smirking as you blew a raspberry. “I mean, shadow magic? Really? I’ve seen cooler tricks at a children’s birthday party.” You glanced pointedly at his shadow, which now seemed to shrink even more, trying to hide behind Alastor’s body. “Honestly, the TV demon has way better power. You ever see the stuff he can do? Now that’s impressive.” 

Alastor froze, and in that instant, the surrounding air grew thick and heavy. The room itself seemed to fall under a strange, unnatural stillness. Before you could blink, something cold and slick snapped across your lips, silencing you of any further quips. Your eyes widened as you struggled to move, but your limbs were no longer yours to command. Invisible tendrils of force held you pinned to the chair, your body stiff and unyielding. 

Alastor’s grin widened, impossibly so, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a low, vibrating hum that echoed through your mind.  

“My dear,” he cooed, leaning in just enough for you to feel the pressure of his very presence, “there are some games you don’t want to play with me.” 

You squirmed from the invisible restraint that rendered you mute and powerless. 

“What was that, dear?” Alastor’s voice dripped with venomous amusement; his eyes gleamed with a malicious red glint. His grin, too wide, illuminated in a sickly yellow glow, casting eerie shadows across his sharp features. Slowly, methodically, he tilted his head to the side, the crack of his neck echoing through the room like the snap of a dry twig underfoot.  

Your heart leapt in your chest, but you tried to maintain your composure. Glancing down at your hand, you noticed it trembling ever so slightly, a faint dark aura curling around your fingers like mist. When you looked back up, Alastor’s eyes were already locked on you, his grin didn’t falter, but the malice radiating from him was palpable, chilling the surrounding air.

“You’ve been so incredibly chatty before, and now…you’ve grown ever so silent!” His laugh was low, a dark melody of mockery as he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed as if savouring the moment. “I’m surprised that you chose now to listen to your better!” His voice lifted into a higher, mocking pitch, echoing through the room like a twisted lullaby.  

A grunt of frustration left your throat as you tried to move, but your body refused to respond. The invisible force binding you to the chair seemed to tighten, and then you felt it – a whisper of a touch against the curve of your neck. It was impossibly soft, like the brush of a feather, but it sent a jolt of electricity racing down your spine, igniting every nerve it grazed.  

You clenched your teeth, eyes fluttering shut, fighting the small pitiful whimper building in your throat. You would not give him the satisfaction of knowing your weakness – specifically, your erogenous zone, more like.

Tensing your muscles, your desperately tried to suppress your whimper as it clawed its way up your throat. But the second his voice crackled to life, sharp and sinister, that resolve began to crumble.  

“Interesting.” 

The single word dripped with dark amusement, and your eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief. You stared at him, searching for answers in his glowing red eyes. Alastor grinned wider, basking in the silent panic flickering across your face.  

Before you could even process a single thought, you felt it again – that feather like touch, teasing just behind your ear. The cool, silky sensation slithered down the curve of your neck, and this time, there was no holding back the involuntary shudder that coursed through you. 

Your body betrayed you completely.  

As if the invisible binding loosened just enough, your lips were freed, but not in time to stop the soft, devastating moan that slipped past them. The sound hung in the air between you like a damning confession.  

“My, look at you,” Alastor purred, his voice a deep, honeyed tenor that sent a shiver of anticipation and want down your spine and penetrated into your core. Another caress – so gentle, so deliberate – skated across your hot, flushed skin. “Had I known this was all it took to get some peace and silence from you, I would have done it much sooner.” 

His words coiled around you, thick with smug satisfaction, as his eyes drank in the sight of your face contorting, torn between restraint and giving in to the sensations he was pulling from you.  

Summoning what little strength you had left, you glared at him through your lustful haze, the words, “fuck you,” barely managing to escape your trembling lips. The weak insult only seemed to heighten his amusement. His grin stretched wider, sharp teeth catching the dim light as he leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with twisted delight.  

“You claimed my power was useless,” he murmured, his voice suddenly cold, authoritative. “So, I suppose a demonstration is in order.” 

The way he loomed over you, despite sitting across from you with his gaze unyielding made you feel like a student caught misbehaving under the stern gaze of a teacher. His impassive expression only weighed in on your feelings of helplessness.  

“I’ll pass–ahhnn!” Your feeble attempt to reject him was cut off, morphing into desperate gasps as those silky tendrils glided lower. They traced a slow, torturous path down your chest, brushing against the sensitive tips of your nipples. Your breath hitched as you squirmed in the chair, thighs trembling in a vain attempt to close your legs as you were sure the evidence of your desire was staining the inner centre of your pants. 

“Now, now,” he crooned, his words laced with an almost affectionate mockery. “We’ve only just begun!” 

Alastor’s laughter was pure and unadulterated as he declared with a flourish, “Honestly, I want you to feel comfortable around me, my dear!” His voice rang out boisterously, and with a sharp snap of his fingers, that same invisible force pried your legs apart.  

You gasped, the air escaping you in ragged pants as the sensations assaulting your body intensified. The thick, musty air seemed to cling to your overheated skin, and every nerve felt as though it was ablaze, ignited by the unseen force caressing you. Your lips trembled as you bit down hard, trying – desperately – to stifle the moans bubbling up from deep within. Yet, your traitorous body, the slick heat pooling between your thighs, betrayed you in ways you could no longer control.  

The unforgiving hardness of the chair beneath you did nothing to ease the ache throbbing at your core. It only heightened your frustration. Somehow, despite the layers of fabric still clinging to your skin, this mysterious, phantom touch seemed to bypass everything – touching you as though you were stripped bare.  

Your nipples, painfully hardened, were being rubbed and pinched in ways that had your breath catching, your chest heaving as tears of desperation pricked at the corners of your eyes. You were perilously close to begging.  

“You see, my dear,” Alastor’s voice cut through the haze, mocking and sharp, “you must not fully grasp the extent of my power if you dare compare me to that lousy ‘picture box.’” He spat the words with a venomous disdain, his eyes narrowing. “Beg for my forgiveness, and perhaps I’ll show mercy.” His voice dipped into a low, dangerous whisper, dripping with dark intent.  

Your heart pounded in your ears, but something else caught your attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it – Alastor’s shadow, the one that had lurked behind him, was now slithering across the floor, positioning itself directly behind you. Its tendrils writhed, holding you firmly in place, while its grotesque grin loomed close, mirroring its master’s. The shadow’s presence was suffocating, overwhelming as its clawed hands slowly traced a path of pleasure down the front of your chest.  

“I…” You hesitated, trembling as those same spectral hands pinched your already sensitive nipples, somehow phasing through your clothes. Blood rushed to the tender tips, heightening your torment with drawn out pleasure. “I think – ah – it’s still pretty lame,” you challenged, arching a brow, your tongue flicking out to slowly trail along your lower lip, drawing Alastor’s attention.  

Alastor’s eyes darkened, pupils shrinking into narrow slits as he followed the motion of your tongue. His mouth twisted into a manic grin, and let out a wild, unhinged cackle. “I’ll never understand your generation’s needless stubbornness!” He declared, shaking his head in mock disbelief. 

In the blink of an eye, everything changed. The kitchen, the dim light – it all vanished. You were swallowed by darkness, an endless void that stretched in every direction. Yet, you remained seated in the same chair, surrounded by nothing. Your sight had been stolen from you, leaving you blind and disoriented.  

“Fascinating, wouldn’t you say?” Alastor’s voice rang out through the void, calm and calculated. You could feel his eyes on you, drinking in your every movement, like a predator waiting for its prey to make one wrong misstep.  

“Ah!” You yelped, body jerking as something – a sensation like fingers – began rubbing against the slick folds between your legs. Despite the barrier provided by your clothes, the touch was undeniable, intimate, and invasive. Your legs were spread wide, leaving you completely vulnerable to the unseen force now exploring the wetness pooling there. The soft, wet sound of your own arousal filled the surrounding silence, intensifying the humiliation as your body responded without hesitation. 

Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lips as you squirmed, trying to find some way to relieve the relentless teasing. Yet, all you could feel was that luxurious, maddening touch, dipping and teasing, tracing the sensitive thick folds. The darkness amplified everything – the wet sounds, the shuddering moans you couldn’t hold back, and the ache that radiated from your core.  

You whimpered softly, the desperation clear in every breath, every twitch of your body. You wanted more – needed more – your throbbing clit practically screaming for attention, while your cunt begged for release.  

But all you had was Alastor’s voice, echoing through the endless dark, and the maddening, torturous touch that refused to give you the satisfaction you so desperately craved.  

The same shadowy appendages rubbed and rubbed, smooth and relentless, dipping into you right at the entrance, gathering your slick before gliding against your inner folds again. Your thighs trembled as you were forced into a shameful display, and you couldn’t bear to think about what expression you wore for Alastor now. Your hips instinctively jerking to grind against the shadowy fingers teasing your wet folds.  

“You know what to say, dear,” Alastor’s voice slithered into your ear, a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. In the darkness, with your body immobile, every whisper, every breath, every slick sound of Alastor’s shadow playing you amplified your vulnerable and aroused state. The contrast between the cool darkness and the peculiar warm touch of his shadow heightened your awareness, pushing you closer to the edge.  

Hot tears began to trickle down your cheeks, mixing with the heat of your embarrassment as the shadow’s caress shifted from teasingly light to an almost punishing pressure. It demanded more from your greedy, slick heat. Abandoning any pretense of pride, you let out a desperate whimper. “Please, I-I’m sorry,” you cried, your voice trembling in the oppressive silence. Only your head and neck were free from the shadow’s hold, leaving you breathless and exposed.  

“I’m sorry for saying your shadow power was lame,” you gasped, and your words were rewarded with a sudden fullness, the thick, unyielding digit pushing deep inside you, curling against your sensitive skin.  

“Oh, my, look at you,” Alastor said, his voice tinged with mockery. “Such a pretty mess you’ve made. Who would have thought this would be your undoing?” 

“Oh, God,” you moaned, your head thrown back in surrender, grateful to whatever fucking deity was listening for finally filling the emptiness that pulsed within you. “Ah, more, please, more,” you whimpered, emboldened by the darkness, free from the weight of his gaze – though you could almost feel it, a predatory presence looming over you, delighting in your plight.  

A sudden tearing sound made you gasp; your pants ripped at the seam, a cool breeze kissing your exposed skin, intensifying the slick warmth pooling between your legs.  

“Look at you, dear. You’re absolutely drenched, soaked your underwear right through! Hah!” Alastor chuckled, his voice a disembodied tease, echoing all around you. You couldn’t tell where he was anymore – behind you, beside you, or perhaps he hadn’t moved at all, still watching with that insufferably bored expression, like a spectator at a dull weather report.  

“S-sorry,” you moaned, the undeniable squelch of your arousal filling the air, shame mingling with pleasure as whatever was touching you coaxed out your need. You strained to see, but the darkness was absolute, leaving you only to imagine those shadowy appendages moving in and out of your wet, sopping cunt – a hypnotic rhythm that drove you wild.  

It felt incredible – so impossibly good – as the dexterous finger-like tendrils curled and pressed all the right spots, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice. You clenched your abdomen, desperate for release, but then the motion halted abruptly. The loss of sensation was cruel, leaving you painfully aching, yearning for that delicious stretch, for the pull and push of your inner walls.  

“Now, now, don’t be greedy,” Alastor purred, his tone dripping with mockery. “Patience is a virtue, or haven’t you learned that yet?” 

A snap echoed in the room, and your vision flooded with light. Across from you, just as you expect, sat Alastor, his ever-present grin splitting his face. Legs crossed, he watched with amusement flickering in his eyes. “Ah, sight isn’t the only thing I can take away, my dear,” he mused, voice dripping with sinister glee.  

Your mouth was stretched wide, forced open, as his shadow lingered beside you, its hand plunged into your mouth. Its slick fingers pressed down on your tongue, holding it captive. Humiliation gnawed at you as drool leaked from the corners of your lips, a slow trickle that dripped down your chin. The warm saliva cooled quickly against your skin, but the undeniable feeling of shame mingling with the hot, burning desire of pleasure consumed you.  

When your gaze flicked downward, you caught the sight of Alastor’s shadow. Its fingers danced over your swollen clit, moving in tight, calculated circles. The delicate touch was maddening as you felt it was just short of pushing you closer to the peak.  

A helpless moan slipped out, muffled by the fingers lodged in your mouth. The more Alastor’s shadow played with you, the more fluids spilled, your lips trembling as saliva and arousal dripped from your needy body.  

Unexpectedly, the shadow’s fingers plunged inside your slick heat, driving deep with unrelenting force. Your eyelids fluttered shut as another guttural moan vibrated around the intruding fingers in your mouth. Your throat strained with each breath, the effort of swallowing excess saliva adding to your torment. The lewd, wet sounds of your body being claimed filled the air – each thrust squelching with a vulgar intensity that only heightened your spiralling, intense desire.  

Alastor’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure and submission. “Beg for forgiveness, my dear,” he crooned, his tone mocking yet lilting, as though he were offering you something. “And perhaps, I may allow you to finish.” 

Your body craved release, teetering on the brink of orgasm, but the shadow's fingers stuffed in your mouth made coherent words impossible. You struggled to form even a basic plea, but all that escaped your lips were garbled moans and desperate, incoherent sounds. Your abdomen clenched, desperate – so fucking desperate – to reach your peak, but your hips remained pinned, unable to find the friction they needed.  

Your eyes darted to Alastor in panic, pleading silently. His grin split through his cheeks, as though relishing in your helplessness. “Oh dear, it seems you don’t really want it after all,” he sighed with a mock expression of disappointment, his voice laced with dark amusement.  

A fresh wave of frustration swirling with anger and desperation ripped though you as you continued to teeter at the edge, unable to tumble over. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and soon they streamed down your face, joining the cooling drool that stained your chin. You moaned incoherently around the shadow’s fingers, your voice trembling with need.  

Alastor’s eyebrows raised, his tone exaggerated with surprise. “Well, aren’t you a lucky one? It just so happens I’m in quite a generous mood!” His tone continued its uplifting beat, matching his exterior joviality.  

As if on cue, the fingers left your mouth, but before you could gather your breath, you felt a tight pressure coil around your neck. It squeezed, slow and purposeful, cutting off your airflow inch by damning inch. Panic shot through you as you gagged for air, your pulse hammering in your ears. Alastor’s shadow grinned, its face looming beside yours as it continued to relentlessly fuck you with its fingers. They moved with vicious intent, plunging deep into your walls, hitting every sensitive spot, each stroke sending your body reeling.  

Your vision began to blur, dark spots forming at the edges as your head swam with lightheadedness. The air refused to fill your lungs, the tightness around your throat unbearable, until suddenly – release. A flood of oxygen rushed in to your body at the same time the shadow’s fingers curled deliciously inside you, pressing against your g-spot with merciless precision.  

The orgasm hit you like a crashing wave. A raw scream tore from your throat, mixing with sobs as pleasure washed over you in undulating waves. Your body convulsed, trembling uncontrollably as the shadow’s fingers never relented, still thrusting, still curling, keeping you locked in the agonizing cycle of ecstasy. 

“Ahhhh…fu-ahhhh!” You sobbed, the pleasure too much, too intense. Your clit throbbed painfully, swollen and oversensitive, and the shadow’s fingers began to slap at it – hard, wet slaps that sent sharp bursts of pain rippling through the pleasure. It was endless. The overwhelming sensation of being pushed beyond your limit clouded your thoughts, a jumble of pain, of pleasure, and of torment.  

“Aren’t I generous?” Alastor asked, his voice heavy with mockery. He watched your body writhed and twitch beneath his control. “Let’s see how many times I can make you break, hm?” 

The moment Alastor uttered his final words, his shadow’s fingers drove back into you – three of them this time – curling deep inside your weeping cunt. They moved fast, a blur of relentless thrusts that tore another orgasm from your exhausted body. You gasped for breath, the feeling being stretched and filled too much, your mind going blank from the overload.  

“A-ah, to-too much,” you managed to cry out, though your body remained stiff and unmoving, helpless against the hold Alastor’s shadow had on you. Your cunt clenched tightly around the dexterous fingers, your core pulsing as the shadow showed no mercy, working your sensitive spots with precision.  

And then – hot and wet – his shadow’s tongue trailed up the back of your ear, the same spot that had started it all. It licked and sucked at your skin, the obscene sounds filling your ears, mingling with the squelching from your dripping cunt. You could feel the puddle forming beneath you, the wetness between your legs soaking the seat. Your body trembled, your mind teetering on the brink as you felt yourself nearing the edge again.  

Just as the pressure built, a sharp pinch at your raw nipple jolted you, sending you hurtling into another orgasm. This time, no sound escaped you – your scream was swallowed by the force of the release. Your body convulsed, jerking with each wave of pleasure that rolled through you, until you were nothing more than a quivering, wet, mess.  

As the shadow’s grip loosened, your body collapsed forward, slumping against the cool tiles. The cold surface was a sharp contrast to the burning heat of your overstimulated skin. Your entire body continued to tremble, twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you. Your tongue lolled out as it took everything you had to continue to breathe despite the shameful display of drooling like a dog by Alastor’s feet.  

“Now then,” Alastor’s voice chimed in brightly, his polished shoes the only thing in your line of sight as he stood before you. “I do hope you’ll clean up after yourself. This may be a hotel, but our complimentary brunch is self-service, after all.” He laughed, a sound filled with genuine mirth, before his body melted into the shadows.  

The ends of your lips twitched upwards, your body still shivering as you felt the cool slide of your arousal dripping out from the apex of your thighs. You could still feel the lingering touch of his shadow still imprinted on your body.  

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[faun-the-fawn77]

hi! Okay so again thank you for accepting my request about characters meeting their fandom counterparts I was wondering can you maybe make a part 2 where they find a version of their yn like a cat yn for Alastor and Lucifer and a tiny yn for Adam and maybe right about how each fandom counterparts would react when seeing they can have their own in like their canon counterparts? Just a idea

Thank you take care out there! 😁

"Paw-some!"

Alastor x GN!Sinner!Reader, Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Sinner!Reader, Adam x GN!Angel!Reader

Genre: CRACKFIC

Word Count: 1467(I got carried away💀)

Warnings: Swearing(don't we know this by now?), mention of having kids in Adam's part, that's it:)

Desc: Part 2 to the other Drabbles! This time the guys encounter their partners looking just like their counterparts! Chaos ensues:)

Note: I love crackfics so much! Gotta be my fav genre of fic:) Happy reading ya'll!

Edit: Reqs for Hellaverse are closed:) Be sure to check my pinned post for what I write for and who!

Alastor:

Alastor had honestly thought that his feline counterpart stole his lover. He knows that it could never replace him but that jealous feeling tugging at his mind is slowly convincing him that the feline was plotting something.

Alastor had left early that morning to run some errands and hopefully to return with a plan on how to get rid of that devil cat that looks a bit too much like the radio demon.

"Meow" Alastor paused in his tracks, humming coming to a halt. He turned his head towards the soft sound. His ear twitched when another meow echoed from the alley he was in front of.

He grinned and slowly paced down the dank alley with a plan to capture the creature. He was hoping that if this cat was a female then it could hopefully capture the attention of the other pest currently staying the bedroom he shared with his lover.

He spotted the (H/C) feline slinking out from the shadows and strutting right up to the Overlord. His eyes widened at the similarities it held with his love.

He bent down and scooped up the precious creature. He made sure to be careful with his claws when he went to scratch the beautiful creatures head.

"Why, hello my dear! How would you like to come home with me, hm?" The cat stared up at hime with huge (E/C) eyes and meowed.

Later, when Alastor returned with his new furry friend, he made sure to place her gently on the king size bed in his room. He could sense that no other presence was in there at the moment, which meant that Alastor was going to surprise his partner with a cat similar to them!

When Y/N had returned that evening with who they had deemed "Catlastor" in her arms, they halted when a fluffy feline fell into their line of sight. The other feline in her arms had glanced up when his owner froze and looked to see the sleeping beauty on the bed.

The red furball couldn't get out of Y/N's arms fast enough. It pounced onto the bed and pridefully strode up to the sleeping cat.

"What the-"

"Welcome back, my love!" Y/N jumped as the loud static voice of their lover sounded behind them. Alastor walked up to stand near them and watched as the two felines on the bed sniffed each other to get familiar with scents.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Y/N smiled when they watched the red furball curl his body around the smaller (H/C) feline. Their tails twined together and with that, the two animals were asleep.

"Not so jealous anymore are you, Alastor?"

Lucifer:

A cat can indeed replace him. He could feel the irritation in him build when he saw the cat, that freakishly looked a little too much like him, cuddle up on his lover's chest.

Lucifer pouted as he witnessed the cat give him the side eye. He swore that it was smirking when it stretched a paw to place it on the cheek of Y/N.

"I'm going to the garden for a bit. I'll be back in a few." Y/N hummed to acknowledge that they'd heard the king and went back to petting the purring feline. Lucifer huffed and stomped towards the glass doors that lead to the garden.

The garden behind his mansion had always managed to calm him down. He sought out the bench that was handcrafted and gifted to him in his early days of reign.

"I can't believe I'm jealous of a fucking cat..." Lucifer groaned and placed his clawed hands over his face.

A bush near him had started to move, like something was hiding inside. Lucifer jumped a bit before staring intently at the flowering bush.

What came next had almost made the King of Hell pass out. A sleek (H/C) cat slinked from the bush and looked up at the pale angel. Lucifer stared into the sparkling (E/C) eyes of the small animal in front of him.

"Holy Hell..." Lucifer stiffened when the cat walked up to him and jumped up onto his lap. He froze before relaxing and started to pet the gorgeous creature that resembled his lover a bit too much.

Lucifer st up at that. His lover! He looked down at the cat in his lap, gently scooping it into his arms before walking as fast as he could to where his lover currently resided.

"My Love!" He gently opened the door to their bedroom. He saw Y/N still in bed with a book in hand and the feline version of him still in their lap.

"What is it, Luci?" Y/N didn't glance up until the cat on their lap shifted before getting up. They looked up and saw Lucifer putting down a cat that strikingly resembled them onto the bed.

"What the fuck?" Y/N placed their book down, sitting up more to observe the two felines sniffing each other. Lucifer beamed at his love and quickly got into the spot where his feline counterpart once rested.

"She's perfect! Look! They're like us but cats!" Y/N giggled and ran their fingers through the kings golden locks as they both watched the cats purr and nuzzle each other.

Definitely just like their counterparts.

Adam:

When Y/N first brought home the tiny version of him, he almost lost his mind. I mean, the little shit was stealing them away from him!

Since then, Adam has grown used to his tiny self and had honestly started thinking of it like his own child. He knew he had told Y/N that they were the caretaker of this thing but Adam couldn't help but become attached to the little guy.

Today happened to be Y/N's day to take care of the tiny Adam. They went out to the shops while Adam himself had left to the training are for the exorcists.

It was a far fly to the area so when he had arrived, he didn't expect to see his right hand woman holding onto a tiny version you Y/N.

Lute held her arms out as far as she could so she didn't get her hair pulled like the first time she picked up the tiny angel. When she heard the heavy steps of her superior, she turned to him and quickly shoved the babbling tiny angel into his arms and sprinted off to see over the other exorcists.

"What the fuck, Lute!?" Adam growled and continued to mutter swears under his breath but stopped when the sound of whimpering caught his ears.

"Oh- uh... Hi there, honey!" Adam smiled down at the tiny version of his lover. When the tiny angel stopped whimpering, he took that as a victory but that didn't last to long when the angel full on wailed.

Adam almost dropped them at the loud sound before regaining his grip. He started to freak out until he figured out that his mask was what's causing the problem. He glanced around to see the exorcists busy training before turning away and taking his mask off.

"See? Hey, no need to cry, sweetheart. It's me!" The tiny Y/N stopped their crying and looked to see the face they loved so much. A smile spread on their lips and they reached out for the man.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" With that, Adam spread his golden wings and took off to the penthouse he shared with his lover.

Walking through the door, he could instantly hear his Y/N talking to who he could only assume is the tiny version of him. He looked down at the tiny version of Y/N and saw their eyes staring at the door leading to the other two.

"And the- Oh! Adam, you're home early!" Y/N turned to face their lover and paused when they saw the tiny version of themselves being held gently in a maskless Adam's arms.

"Is that-?"

"It is! Hey, tiny me! Look who's here!" Tiny Adam turned to see what his counterpart was talking about. His eyes widened before he wriggled himself from Y/N's grip and sped towards the bigger version of himself.

"Here ya go!" Adam set down tiny Y/N and watched how the tiny him had ran up to them and pulled them into a hug.

Adam smiled as he watched the two tiny angels speak in a language that could only understand. He felt Y/N brush their hand against his arm before gripping it and leaning onto him.

"I know you said no kids but... I think I'm getting baby fever just watching them." Adam hummed in agreement. Maybe kids with Y/N wasn't such a bad idea...

This my last Hellaverse req! Thanks so much for requesting! Every time I see the notif on my inbox I cry a bit:') I hope you all have loved my Hazbin fics as much as I loved them! Ill def get back into the Hellaverse at one point cause I seem to always come back to whatever fandoms I love:D

[angelixrr]

hey, can i request a nsfw drabble with alastor and a bunnygirl reader with predator and prey? thank you!

yes ofc!! tysm for the request i really love getting them and i'm excited to get one so soon!! i really appreciate it love kisskiss mwah . tbh ikkk you said drabble. But it's kind of more of a ficlet. enjoyyy !!

alastor x bun!reader

cw for nsfw, noncon, fem!reader, predator/prey, blood, n references to vomit (reader doesn't puke tho)

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Running through the pride ring was no different than running through a forest. The streets twisted and turned like forest paths, and the shadowed alleyways resembled the brush shaded by trees. However, unlike the sereneness of the forest, where it was possible to know if you were followed, the loud atmosphere of the pride ring made it impossible to tell if someone followed you. No twigs snapped, no leaves rustled, and the chatter of sinners and demons alike disguised any sound that could clue you into wherever your predator was, and this terrified you. You were scared of the man chasing you; Alastor wasn’t like any other mortal man or sinner you had crossed. He stopped at nothing to have you in your clutches and wanted nothing more to ensnare you in his grasp, like a hunter hunting a poor little rabbit.

It was ironic, you thought. A sinner with deer traits could be such a daunting predator, but you couldn’t think more along these lines, because you knew he was hot on your trail ever since you ran away from him at the hotel. He was in your room, touching your things, your drawer wide open, while he held a pair of lacey panties, pants unbuckled to reveal his length as he rutted into the bundle of fabric. That was your last straw. Alastor had overstepped your boundaries previously; frequently, he would be too close to you, put his hands on you unexpectedly, and seemingly would sniff the air when you were around. But this was unacceptable. Tears had brimmed in your eyes when you ran away from the hotel, feeling invaded in a space that you thought could be your safe haven, but, with Alastor there, it couldn’t be. He was a wolf among sheep and had threatened you long enough. You needed time to decide what to do next and where to go. But most importantly, you needed to get away from Alastor.

After running for what felt like forever, you finally allowed yourself some rest, ducking into an alleyway. It wasn’t clean, by any means, but it was secluded enough to be considered safe from Alastor. Honestly, you would rather brave a random sinner than the overlord. The average crook was nothing compared to him. You heaved a sigh, trying to catch your breath from the running, crouching on the floor. Your sensitive bunny nose quickly picked up on the smell of blood, booze, and bile and scrunched up, but it was just something you’d have to deal with. Your rabbit ears twitch with each footstep that passes through the alleyway, and you dread hearing the sharp click of his heels against the pavement, but they didn’t come. You waited for what felt like an hour, and you finally felt safe. Allowing yourself to relax, you gingerly sit on the cleanest piece of pavement you could find and sink against the wall. You shut your eyes for what you were certain was just a moment, a mere few seconds, but when you opened them, you recoiled in shock.

Alastor was there. Leaning down, sanguine eyes glaring dead into your soul.

“Ah! Cher! I thought I almost lost you! You’re lucky I know the pride ring so well. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found you, dear.”

Your face contorts itself into shock and horror, your ears drop down to the sides of your head, and you glare at Alastor, shoving his face away from yours.

“Leave me alone, Alastor. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Alastor merely offers a hearty laugh as if you’d just told him the funniest joke of the century. He tilts your head up with his microphone, offering you a charming smile.

“Cher! Enough with this outburst! It’s unbecoming of a young lady such as yourself. You belong at the hotel, simple as that. It’s so much more unsafe out here, you know.”

Your gaze hardens, and you flip Alastor off.

“I said fuck off, you creep! Leave me alone! You’re a fucking freak for what you did, and you’re an even bigger freak for following me here! Crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and just die!”

You spit words venomously and scramble to get up, but you don’t get far before you feel the weight of Alastor slam into your back, sending you reeling to the floor. You smell blood; some of it is yours from your now-skinned knees. Squirming, you try to struggle against Alastor to the best of your abilities but can’t make much leeway. His lithe body was much stronger than it looked.

“Let me go, let me go! Whatever you want from me, you can find it somewhere else!”

Tears are streaming down your flush face, which Alastor delights in. He always thought you were so much prettier in distress. Even when the two of you spent nights at the bar, chatting while you had loosened up, your face flush and eyes lidded, you weren’t nearly as pretty then as you were now.

“Dearest, I just want to help you, but I can’t do that until I put a little bit of sense into your silly little brain. You will be coming back with me, you will be staying at the hotel, and you will start being the good little bunny I know you can be, alright?”

You don’t respond; your crying doesn’t permit it, but Alastor thinks that’s okay. Actually, he’d prefer it if you stayed like this. You talked back much less when you were in pain. Alastor’s hands find their way up your shirt and underneath your bra. He tugs on your nipples harshly, raking his nails over what skin he can get his claws on and leaving blood to pool in their wake. Your wails have subsided to sniffles now, seemingly accepting of your fate. Alastor revels in this; the moment prey becomes docile, understanding its place in the world to be devoured was his favorite. With your newfound submission, Alastor strips you of your bottoms and pulls your panties down to your knees.

The location was not optimal, but he didn’t fancy dragging you back screaming and crying to teach you a lesson. Charlie and the rest of the residents would catch on to his actions. No, he needed to teach you a lesson now. Unzipping his slacks, Alastor pulls out his cock, giving himself a few strokes to spread his precum across his length; he thought that was all the prep you deserved. Holding your head to the floor, Alastor slowly pushes his length into your pussy, ears folded as his face contorts in pleasure. He was glad you couldn’t see him like this; he hated losing his composure. Alastor gave you just a moment to adjust to his length, but afterward, he began thrusting with reckless abandon. You cry out. His cock stretching you out hurt, but being fucked so roughly with such little prep hurt worse. Pleasure and pain molded together, the sensation of him stretching you out, hitting against your cervix as he pounded you, combined with the sensation of blood dripping down your skin from the scratches. You whimper and sob, but mixed between your noises of stress and pain, and you can’t help but cry out in pleasure. It hurt, but it felt good. A paradoxical cocktail of your emotional and physical suffering with pleasure poured over you, and you had lost yourself to it. With each thrust, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, and you try to grab at anything for purchase, but Alastor doesn’t let you. He merely yanks at your bunny ears, pulling you back on his dick.

“Fuuck, Alastor, fuck, stop, please. I don’t want this. It hurts.”

You attempt to tell him to try and save your pride, but it does nothing to deter him. If anything, it only turns him on more, causing him to thrust against you deeper, wanting you to come undone on him. He could feel you tightening up, squirming against him. He wanted you to realize your place as a dumb bunny cocksleeve. You can no longer hear static when he speaks, just his raw voice, occasionally letting out a muffled moan or grunt. From the heavy panting behind you, you can only guess he’s close as well. With a particularly rough thrust, combined with his hand coming down to rub at your clit, Alastor makes you cream around his length, and you practically go limp from such a hard orgasm. Alastor uses your body like a sex doll, thrusting into your cunt until you feel him cum inside you. At this point, you’re beyond exhausted and don’t resist, merely dropping to the floor when Alastor pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs and onto the concrete. Alastor quickly fixes himself, tucking his cock back into his pants, and pockets your panties. In addition, he slips on your bottoms, picks you up, and teleports the two of you back to the hotel, to his room. He didn’t want another incident like last time, so he figured if he just kept you here, he wouldn’t have to steal your panties again; he could indulge in the real thing: his favorite little bunny.

[alastorsshade]

Alastor’s ear pricked up, feeling eyes on him. He wasn’t a stranger to being the center of attention, he was the radio demon after all! But he had grown intimately familiar with this particular stare over the course of the past week.

Already spying his shadow’s petulant expression from the corner of his eye, he knows they’re expecting him to ask the same question he's been asking them for the past week, but he’s in no mood to receive the same evasive answer in return. 

So, instead he refuses his roles and continues to hum an old tune he once heard during his heyday while fixing up himself an early dinner. Usually he preferred his meals to be more raw, but tonight he was in the mood for some comfort food, and what could possibly be more comforting than his own mother’s jambalaya recipe! Why to think of anything else would simply be blasphemous. His mother’s cooking was to die for, and a sinner did indeed die for it! 

He lets out a chuckle at his joke, and almost tells it to his shadow out of habit, but remembers their current staring problem and decides against it. They didn’t deserve to hear his phenomenal humor if they weren’t even going to use their words with him in the first place.

He stubbornly returns to humming. Although the static filter overlaying his voice, flickers with interference even more now, and continues to build up the longer his shadow simply stares at him. 

He was used to staring. However, he wasn’t used to the one staring at him being his own shadow. Not without them at least saying something or making some type of noise. It was starting to grate on his nerves more than he cared to admit.

“i don’t like him.” 

The sudden hiss gives Alastor pause before he slowly resumes stirring the pot.

Letting out a soft hum of feedback. “Don’t like who?” He had an inkling of who they were talking about, but after being forced to endure them dancing around the subject for a whole entire week, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit petty. Sue him.

“you know who” they growl out this time, having caught onto his game.

He only vaguely smiles at that, feeling as threatened as he would if faced with an angry kitten. “How could I possibly know when you refuse to tell me. Now use your words, darling.”

The harsh cry of a radio interference rings out before exploding into a fit of animalistic hisses. His shadow unafraid to show off their outrage and displeasure, but slowly and surely- just as he was counting on- the hisses turn into a singular screech. “that blasted noisy picture box!”

His eyes widened in surprise by the sheer animosity that one screeched held . He was pleased to finally have his suspicions confirmed, but he couldn’t say he was sure as to why they seemed so worked up over his newest acquaintance, Box. 

Sure he was a rather peculiar fella. What with his head being a picture box as his shadow pointed out, but Alastor and thus his shadow could easily squash him. He didn’t pose a threat and likely never would, not with Alastor keeping a close eye on him.

"Oh dear, what could Box have possibly done to get you in such a tizzy." His words were meant to placate, but the shadows around him only grew darker. An indicator of his shadow's mood was merely worsening.

They fume in anger before projecting their image up on the entire wall in front of him. Expanding their form to come off as more threatening.

He could tell they were dangerously close to trashing his bedroom and that simply wouldn't do.

"his name is vox!" They fume out, the shadows farther away from them beginning to whip around in tendrils that possessed a smoke-like quality.

Thinking quickly, Alastor forces himself to appear nonchalant with his arms crossed behind his back. Staff carefully grasped in his right hand should he need to use it. "Is it now?"

For a split second, he watches his shadow carefully. His words seem to throw them off. He's unsure whether that's a good thing but carries on. "Hmm well you can hardly blame me. The most rememorable thing about him is his head."

The darkness slowly recedes from the room, his shadow holding a perplexed expression. "do you not like him?"

Now it's his turn to look perplexed, blinking slowly. "Well I like him enough to not eat him. He can be very amusing." Skilled at bending the truth as he may be, he answered their question honestly. Curious to see where this whole conversation was leading.

"so you like me more?" they slowly ask before quickly tacking on. "i'm more entertaining than him, aren't i?" They inch closer as their form is reduced to the same height as his once more.

Sensing the danger has passed, Alastor relaxes enough to let out a genuine laugh. "Why of course mon rire. No one could ever come close" He can't help but look at them oddly, unsure where all this was coming from now or what this all had to do with Vox. Perhaps a visit to Rosie was due.

In the midst of his musing, his shadow deflates completely from his previous posturing and instead wraps around Alastor like an excitable puppy. Purring pleasantly as his form twists and turns over every curve and angle that makes up Alastor making cooking rather difficult.

Alastor for his part resigns himself to the embrace momentarily. Patting his shadow on his back. "If that's all you needed. We could have had this whole thing taken care of ages ago."

His shadow for his part looks at him strangely before shaking its head and slowly unwrapping himself from him. Although he doesn't stray far from him and instead seems content to watch Alastor continue cooking. Putting on a record for them to listen to and helping where they can.

[radioscribbles]

Alastor x Reader - Scaredy Cat

Details: Alastor x Reader; EasilyScared!Reader Warnings: none really, reader is scared of thunderstorms. Author's note: Was inspired by a gnarly storm in my area. Who doesn't like a little comfort drabble? No pronouns used. No use of Y/N. Not beta read as usual! Word Count: 853

Oh, he’s having fun.

When you first arrived as a guest at the hotel, he immediately noticed your jittery nature. Tense and nervous, you promised to be a great source of entertainment for him.

Even tiny unexpected events were enough to get you to jump. A glass bottle shattering in the bar, someone rounding the corner at the same time as you, or even just someone speaking who you hadn’t noticed entering the room. He wondered if your head was just too far up in the clouds for you to take note of your surroundings, or if you had some form of anxiety. Not that it mattered.

He started by sneaking up on you, simply materializing from the shadows when you were least expecting him, earning him a delightful screech each time.

“Well hello, dear! My, you do look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

In the beginning, you tried to avoid him. His daily scares almost gave you a heart attack each time. And even after your heartbeat recovered, you weren’t sure of his intentions despite his chipper attitude. So you quickly excused yourself and scurried away.

After a few weeks of daily scares you realized that he never actually did anything. So for the first time, you stuck around.

Alastor was confused when you didn’t run away as usual, instead asking him if he needed anything.

“No, my dear. I simply wanted to say hello. It’s always such a delight to hear your little voice.” His mischievous grin ever widening.

You eventually got to talking, and while he still startled you on a daily basis, you no longer actively avoided him. In turn, Alastor found your company to be quite tolerable compared to the other inhabitants of the hotel and your encounters became somewhat of a daily ritual. 

One evening, during a storm that was particularly rough even for hell, Alastor wandered the halls in search of his favorite little scare-victim. He hadn’t seen you all day and he hadn’t gotten his daily dose of entertainment yet.

The loud crashing of thunder alerted him to a new sound. Soft whimpering coming from…the broom closet? He opened the door and sure enough, was met with a yelp.

There you were, cowering in the corner with tears staining your face. Not jittery, not startled, scared.

He didn’t know why, but he felt something akin to pity for you.

“My oh my, what do we have here? What’s the problem, darling? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little thunder?” As if on cue, another loud crash came from outside and you buried your head in your knees.

Normally he would have found such a pathetic display of fear amusing, but not in this instance. It just didn’t have the same kick as scaring you. When Alastor scared you, you always quickly recovered and were ready for chit-chat. This was not that.

“Hmm~ I’m afraid this won’t do.”

With a snap of his fingers you found yourself in a different place. It appeared to be one of the hotel rooms, or at least half of it. The other half gave way to a sprawling forest scene looking like something out of a fairy tale with fireflies buzzing around and the leaves softly swaying in the wind.

You turned to Alastor with a questioning look, your tears having stopped with the shock and confusion of the sudden relocation. Alastor informed you that this was indeed his room, and he was willing to share his realm with you for the time being, just until the storm is over.

He helped you up and looped his arm with yours as you walked through the quiet forest. You could still hear the thunder from outside, but it was faint and seemed far, far away. And you were so distracted by the sights around you that you managed to tune it out completely.

Noticing the tension still evident in your posture, Alastor decided some small talk might do the trick. If you two were going to promenade, his companion better be in the best of spirits.

“You know, days like these always remind me of a great joke someone once told me. Would you like to hear it?” His smile stretched at you expectantly, to which you just nodded.

“What do you call a deer in a storm?”

You pondered for a second, but then shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know, what do you call it?”

“A raindeer, of course!” Alastor erupted into loud laughter, laughing much harder at his own joke than you deemed necessary, but his antics were contagious and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“There’s that lovely smile of yours.” Alstor sighed and lightly pinched your cheek. It hurt a bit, but you were grateful for his help and gave him an even bigger smile in return.

Maybe your fear of thunder wasn’t so bad if this is what you got out of it. In fact, you kind of hoped for another thunderstorm in the near future. But for now you simply enjoyed walking arm in arm with the Radio Demon and ignored whatever was going on outside of this little realm of his.

[lurochar]

Pull You Down

Warnings: None? Short drabble

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Ears. 

You have animal ears. And a tail too. Why? What’s happening? You looked relatively the same as you did when you were alive, just with a few extra animalistic appendages that really reminded you of a deer of some sort. (Perhaps not the fangs and claws, but…)

Ah, why a deer of all things?

Deer tended to remind you of Alastor and that was the last thing you needed to be thinking of at the moment–

Your ears perked up on their own (that would take getting used to) and you blinked when you heard the noise of… static(?) and it seemed to be getting louder and louder with every second that passed by.

You shook a little, feeling that static crackle on your body and some strange different feeling instincts in you were telling you to runrunrun, but for some reason, you did the exact opposite and watched as a tall figure seemed to arise out of the shadows straight from the ground.

“Darling!”

What?

“How wonderful to see you again!” The tall, tall man (also deer-like) spread out his arms with enthusiasm. “I knew placing that sigil on your soul was absolutely the correct choice! Why, it even alerted me the second you spawned in Hell and your location!”

What the…?

The man was walking closer to you now, still grinning that insane grin. “You have even taken a few of my features due to the sigil. I did not expect that. I do hope you are satisfied with them, however? We do not get to pick our appearances down here.”

Wait.

“Alastor?” You asked in a slight daze, almost in disbelief. You had not recognized this man on sight as your husband, but as he kept on talking, he definitely sounded the exact same as Alastor (though that filter was… odd coming straight from his mouth?).

“Of course, dearest!” Alastor seemed amused as you gaped at him. “I suppose I will forgive you for taking so long to recognize your own husband this one time. Demons are quite the shocking sight for new arrivals here in Hell.” His grin widened and his eyes stared at you maniacally.

Of course, you were never meant for Hell and he had realized that back when he was alive. It was awful and probably even downright evil of him to do, but he had placed a voodoo sigil on your soul, knowing Heaven would want nothing to do with dark magic, and ensuring you would be sent down to Hell where he would inevitably end up.

He would tolerate some years of separation at best, but for eternity? It wasn’t happening and if Alastor had to drag you down to Hell himself in order to have you in his arms once again…

Well, he would do so happily.

[fizzybin]

Don't stop

Warnings: Thigh riding, oversim, assumed master/pet relationship

wc: 308

a/n; lil late night drabble I love this man so much, I just love the thought of being his lil horny pet, and him being ironically asexual he just unfazed by your hypersexuality and just lets you do whatever while he just sits there but of course he still has to be in control right?

As the smooth melody of 1920s jazz filled the room, Alastor sat in his luxurious leather chair, engrossed in his book. You, his pet, were perched on his lap, innocent and unassuming. But your view of him was too perfect, too tantalizing. The way his suit clung to his muscular frame, the way his sharp features softened as he read…it was all too much for you to resist. With each subtle movement, your body unconsciously rubbed against his, the friction igniting a fire between your legs. You tried to play it off as innocent, but deep down you knew what you were doing - hoping that he wouldn't notice your desperate attempts at pleasure.

As you rocked, the friction between your bodies intensified. Unable to resist, you shifted your position and straddled his thigh, grinding against it for more stimulation. Trying to play it cool, you pretended to adjust your position but secretly relished in the sensation of his leg against your core.

“my dear, are you uncomfortable? your moving an awful lot..”

“huh- oh sorry yeah I was just trying to move in a more comfortable spot…”

you mumbled under your breath, causing Alastor to set down his book and tilt his head in curiosity. The light from the nearby window illuminated his features, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and highlighting the furrow between his brows. His dark red eyes studied you with an intensity that made you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. He seemed to be searching for something in your words, as if trying to decipher a hidden meaning. You fidgeted nervously, suddenly feeling small under his piercing stare.

“You know, I do possess an incredible sense of smell. If you are truly desperate to…indulge yourself in my presence, by all means, go ahead. But do not stop until I give the word."

[darleneh]

Alastor x F!Reader Drabble smut :3

Tw: Penetrations, semi public sex, wall sex, neck biting, Alastor

“Ah!” Your muffled moans sounded through the hallway, a cautious man’s face was shoved into the crook of your neck, biting and peppering kisses at it. His thrusts were fast yet soft, careful enough not to shove you into the wall and make a lot of noise. You cried, tears running down your cheeks as the thrusts were slowing. Someone was near. He kept you quiet though, his palm was on your mouth, pressing harshly. That same hand, his fingers had a death grip on your cheeks, squishing them. “Y/N! Where are you?” You heard someone yell, it was Angel Dust. You clenched around Alastors cock, he shuddered at the feeling and started going back to his original pace, which made you cum. You slobbered over his palm as he was relentless with his thrusts.

He came finally, and he placed you on the ground, pulling up your pants. He went into the shadows and Angel Dust found you, you were fucked out and breathless. You were sure Angel Dust knew what happened to you..

[lexsssu]

Attached (Alastor)

TAGS: Alastor/Dragoness!reader, some plot, fluff(?), drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

You found him bleeding out at the site of a wreckage.

Wherever it is you were transported to, it had certainly seen better days. Aside from the red sky, the debris and ruins that littered the ground were alarming. If there’s one thing you can be sure of, it’s that you’ve arrived at the scene of a battle.

One that had thankfully seemingly concluded just before your arrival.

Which also explains why the deer-like individual had such terrible gashes upon his body as he rested against the broken audio equipment. 

In spite of the voices at the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Momonga and Tabula Smaragdina, you forego the logical choice of leaving him there to secure your own safety in this new environment.

Instead, you crouch down on his side and run the sharp tip of a claw on the skin of your wrist until a small gash bloomed open.

You cup the back of his head and press your wrist against his slightly open mouth, taking no notice of the shadows on the floors writhing and spreading like mold.

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“I never knew my parents,” you admitted nonchalantly as you petted the demonic-looking cat that bore a striking resemblance to the Radio Demon who loomed over you from behind your seat.

Surrounding you were the Hazbin Hotel’s residents, including the head honcho of hell himself, Lucifer. They’d given you a summary of everything that had happened with the angels, and in turn, you answered their questions about you.

“..You don’t know a single thing about them?” 

Lucifer who had gone quiet the moment you entered the newly made hotel spoke for the first time, staring at you with an odd look in his eyes.

“No, I don’t.” 

Not knowing your own parents was never an issue for you, because you still grew up surrounded by love and friendship from the makeshift family you had at the orphanage. 

“From what the orphanage director told me, my name was stitched on the blanket I was wrapped in. She figured that I probably got my name from either of my parents.”

You were naturally talking about your actual name, and not your beloved in-game avatar’s name. 

Not that any of them knew that.

Had you clarified this tidbit of information from the start, it might have prevented all the misunderstandings that swiftly followed after your admission.

Before you or anyone else could react, Lucifer lunged at you.

Shouts of surprise reverberated across the lounge as the king of hell and the overlord clashed for seemingly no reason. Alastor’s body shielded you, elongated antlers and sharp teeth in full display, whereas Lucifer stood with all three pairs of his wings spread out.

"̴͉̟͠͝A̶̛̯ṅ̸͔d̴̹̒͝ ̶͕̙͛͘w̷͎͕͋̕h̷̨̲̐̓a̴͔̪̐ṱ̵̚ ̴͖͚́d̴̝̾̄ŏ̶̢͍ ̷̖̾̎y̷̮̅o̴̫̩͝u̷͍̕ ̴̨͕́̕t̷̪͂̍h̶̲͎̿͝ĩ̴̠n̷̙̙̄k̴̙͊ ̸̧͖́́ý̴͔̮̈o̶̱̹͗̒u̶̞͋'̴̦̔̈́r̷̘͔͐ě̶͉̗ ̸̳̱̋d̶͓͝o̸̱͎͒̚ì̶̦͘n̸̖͇̑g̴̝̠̀?̶̝̔"̶̰̆

“Get out of my way,” the venom that dripped off Lucifer’s voice could only be comparable to the way he spoke to Adam not too long ago, noted Charlie. Even odder, there was a tone of desperation that felt out of place to her.

Unbeknownst to her and everyone else, she would get her answers almost immediately.

“I don’t give a single fuck about your petty contracts, but you will not prevent me from being with my own daughter!”

Charlie’s whole word seemingly exploded as all hell broke loose after Lucifer’s revelation, and all she could do was stare with her mouth agape.

Her dad had a lot of explaining to do, and she had a new sibling to get to know.