#alaztor x reader

[lustylita]

Y/n: “Hey Al, wanna hear the best joke ever?”

Alastor: “Colour me intrigued dear, what is it?”

Y/n: “My afterlife! Because it’s a joke at this point!”

Alastor, frowning down at Y/n: “Don’t say that.”

Y/n, surprised: “Wow. That’s so swee-“

Alastor, becoming amused: “It actually has to be funny for it to be a joke, dear.”

Y/n, unimpressed: “Oh fuck you, Al!”

[writing-fanics]

hear me out.. Lucifer x Reader

who has swan like appearances they're beautiful, one of the most beautiful creations out of heaven.

they like to sit by the lake and play with the ducks in the garden, they can even transform into a swan by choice. Lucifer develops a little crush on them while in heaven they do as well. When Lucifer seems them dance they're graceful like a swan

they somehow end up falling into hell, and their soul ends up in the hands of a demon [maybe alastor or an oc demon] they've tried to escape multpie times leading to whenever their owner doesn't need them they'll stay in the form of swan

whenever they the rare small moments to themselves in their normal form, they dance sadly tears in their eyes to then later to only be ruined by the chain appearing around their neck

honestly if it was alaztor he would keep them captive in his room, in their swan form. Using his gators to scare and taunt them.

threatening to feed them to his gators /broadcast their screams as well.

Should I write this

I can imagine their reunion with Lucifer being bittersweet Alastor appearing behind them.

[this is somewhat inspired by this story by sea-bunii where Lucifer saved the reader by breaking their contract with alastor]

[missblissy]

Glad you're back!! Miss you! I see about your post, can I have some modern AU maybe of Human! Alastor x reader going to an aquarium? Maybe a cute date? Haha thx amazing to have you again

(( QwQ/ It's good to be back! And I would be honored to do that. I had a lot of fun with this. I hope you enjoy!!))

It was hinted with salt filling the air. Misty and warm, the summer sea winds rolled off the coast and into your hair. The Long Island sound was picture perfect, just as you remember in your childhood dreams. You were staying in a quaint little town your familly use to visiting summer after summer when you were a child. And it was the perfect place for you to bring yourself on a long over due vacation. Work had been too much to handle this past year, and now you could spend the next week relaxing on the soft sandy coastal beaches of Long Island. 

However today you had plans to take the ferry across the sound to the aquarium. Sure... you were going by yourself but... So what. You didn’t particularly have many friends, nor a partner in your life. But so what? You were an introvert natrually and a social gathering over five people where never your thing. 

You had just made it to the ferry docks. As always, you were fifteen minutes early. You couldn’t bear to be late, especially since you considered “on-time” to be late. You were sitting on a public bench facing the sound. Dozens of other people have started to gather around the same place as you. You were just about to take one of your favorite books out of our bag when someone approached you.

“Do you mind if I sit?” You saw a man standing before you. He had a pleasant smile. A soft one that just barely met his eyes. You took one second too long to peer at him.

“Uh-...” You tore your gaze from his soft brown hair and to his polished shoes. They were out of style yet he somehow managed to pull it off, “Yea-.. I mean no...! Help yourself.” You tried to return his smile but you were far more awkward about it. This man had some strange sense of fashion. He looked oddly in place, however, he seemed like he was trying to live in a time long since past. 

“Are you waiting for the ferry too?” He asked, making simple conversation to fill the void of silence. 

You glanced at him quickly a second time and made a nervous little laugh. His dark complexion matched his brown eyes hidden behind perfectly circular glasses, “Oh... yes.” You remember you had your ticket in your hand, “It shouldn't be much longer until it arrives,” 

The stranger nodded his head slowly, “Have you ever been on a ferry before?” You nodded your head to his question, “Ah, first time for me. They don’t have ferries where I’m from.” He said with a cool expression.

He seemed chatty for a stranger. Most of the time when strangers tried talking to you, you’d brush them off. But this man was lucky that you thought he was rather... stunning in the looks department. That, and he seemed rather harmless as of right now. So you indulged in his conversation, “Where are you from?” You asked. 

The man paused only slightly then turned himself to face you. He held out his left hand for you to take. You were hesitant but you still reached out, “Alastor,” He said, “I’m from New Orleans. I’m guessing you’re a local?” You wouldn’t have ever guessed that, he didn’t have any kind of southern twang or drawl to his tone.

You shooked his hand but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing a little at his question, “No, no,” You waved your hand a little, “Uh- aha... I’m (Y/N). And I’m not from here, but my family and I use to come here all the time for summer vacations.”

“Well, it’s certainly a lovely place to visit. I’m here for business though so I can’t say I’ve gotten the real experience of it all yet. Today was my day off, however, and I thought I’d go see this aquarium one of my friends keeps telling me to go to. She’s rather annoying about it, truly, spoiled even and quite the nagging little thing. But she is my friend after all and I’d rather not deal with the consequences of not listening to her.” 

There was a moment there went you felt your heart stop for a minute, “That’s... really ironic.” You said slowly.

“Oh? You have a bossy friend too?” He jested with a smile. 

You laughed for a second then shook your head, “No, I mean that it’s ironic that you’re going to the aquarium,” You paused for a second then reached into your bag and pulled out your phone. You showed Alastor and said, “I’m going too.” 

He peered at the e-ticket on your phone, the pushed his glasses up on his nose with a deep laugh, “What a small world!” He laughed, then laughed some more, “How truly ironic indeed!” Then without a second to waste, he faced you once again then asked, “Would you like to go together?”

The question startled you. You didn’t expect that. He was very bold, wasn’t he? You had only just met and he was asking to spend probably what would be the rest of the day with you. You were flustered suddenly, then you were tongue-tied, lastly, you cracked your voice as you answered, “S-Sure! Yea- um--....” You felt your cheeks turn a little pink, “Sorry. It’s just... That was unexpected.” Just as you said that the loud horn of the ferry screamed as it pulled into the docks. 

Alastor stood up while smiling down to you, “Life wouldn’t be life if what you expected happened all the time.” 

He then held out his hand, offering to help you up from the bench. You took a moment, sitting there and taking everything in for what it was. Alastor stood before you, looking as though he was some kind of mathematician, or professor, now that you got a good look at him. His red tie was tucked behind a brown sweater vest that stopped just shy of his belt. His hand was offered to you, while the wind dusted his brown hair around in the breeze. And that smile on his face, it was soft yet firm enough to show that he was pleased to help you up. 

So you decided then... why the hell not? He was right, life wouldn’t be the same if it was exactly like what you expected. You took Alastor’s hand and pulled yourself to your feet. The two of you chatted while boarding the ferry, and then stood beside each other while leaning along the guard rails of the top deck.

The both of you talked about all kinds of things. You found out that Alastor was some kind of internet personality, not really. He had a podcast he ran and owned with some friends of his. It was apparently very popular and well known, though not that well known because you’ve never heard of it before. And to say that didn’t hurt Alastor’s ego a little would have been a lie. Apparently, Alastor also had a strong taste for liquor, because at one point he went to the ferry’s indoor bar and came back with two rum on the rocks.

You told him it was only noon, to which he replied, “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” And laughed before taking a sip of his drink. You decided to have the one he got you and told yourself it’d only be one which Alastor stayed true to. He didn’t wander off for another drink once he finished the one he had. There was another point that you learned that Alastor had the habit of ignoring his phone, to the instance where he got annoyed with it and turned it off. It seemed he only wanted to focus on talking to you and listening to what you had to say.

Alastor and you talked the whole ferry ride, which was just under an hour long. And when you docked, you both walked side by side down the three and a half blocks to the aquarium. It wasn’t a massive place, but it was a good size with a decent amount of animals. You originally came here with the idea of looking for inspiration within sea life. For you were an author, after all, writing stories for a living came with its ups and downs. For instance, right now, your much-needed vacation wasn’t really a vacation. The current book you were working on took place in late century seaside town, much like this one. And you had run into the worse possible writer’s block you’ve ever been in. 

As you and Alastor had finished passing the entry gates and showing your tickets, you wondered why Alastor would want to come here with you. Maybe because he realized how terribly awkward it would be if you continued to cross paths all day. You also thought about how you wouldn't be able to focus on working with him around now. You also didn’t really want to out yourself, or your current story. 

But that would soon be unavoidable. You and Alastor had just made it to the open exhibits of the aquarium. You had stopped on an old wooden bridge to briefly look out at a beautiful koi pond. Alastor leaned over slightly while resting his arms on the bridge railing. He had a soft smile that was barely on his lips, “This one oddly reminds me of home,” He sighed. 

You learned along the railing as well, looking over the swampy like pond. It lily pads all over, with a dark green water filled with dead trees and moss. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear the bullfrogs chirping away. Seeing it gave your a sudden surge of inspiration. Something about it made you get several ideas for your book. You couldn’t let them slip away, so you reached into your bag and grabbed your notebook.

While you became lost in your own world, scribbling down idea after idea, Alastor quietly watched you. It wasn’t in a way that you noticed, because he’d only take a side glance here or there. But after a moment or so, he finally asked, “Forgot something to add to your grocery list?” 

It was meant to be a joke but it went right over your head (Mush to Alastor’s dismay).

“O-oh..” You then laughed weakly, “No... It’s for a story I’m working on.” 

Alastor turned to face you slightly while still leaning on the rail, “Oh, like an author?”

You took a dry swallow then glanced away and shrugged, “Yea,” You didn’t want to egg him on. But of course, he asked anyways. 

“Are you published?” He seemed genuinely interested. Yet there was a reason you wanted to avoid it. Oftentimes when you told people about your books, the general reception wasn't that good. There was a reason you wrote under a pen name. 

However, Alastor wasn’t from around here, and you weren’t on New York Time’s Best Selling List yet, and probably never would be. So there was a chance he wouldn’t know or ever heard of your books. 

So you took the chance and said, “Yeah. I’m the author of Sea Rise.”

“Oooh,” Shit. “That book series about the pirates?” Dammit. 

You felt your cheeks burn as you took in a deep breath and nodded your head, “You’ve heard of them?” You wouldn’t look at him though. You just kept your gaze on some turtle resting on a log. 

“Yeah, never read them,” He gave a slight chuckle, “But the girl I work with-”

“You said her name is Charlie, right?”

“Yes- Well, she reads ‘em. She’s a big fan. I’m under the assumption that it’s about fictional pirates?” 

You took in a small breath then sighed, “Pretty much. It’s... not that amazing or anything. It’s okay.” You noticed that Alastor pushed off the rail and started to walk again, but slower this time.

“Tell me about it.” His words surprised you enough to look at him with a shocked expression. He laughed at you while giving a small wave of his hand, “Only if you want to. I’m sure you can’t talk much about spoilers.”

You blinked, then let out a shaky laugh, “I-I don’t know. It’s... A long story. This is for my fourth installation.”

He hummed with a slight chuckle, “Well it’s a good thing there is a snack bar over there.” He pointed to one not that far away, “And plenty of places to sit too.” 

There was something that flickered around in your chest. You felt butterflies you always wrote about in your stories. You peered at Alastor finding it hard to stare at his face. You glanced up from his shoes and got caught in that tilt in his smirk. Heat ran to your cheeks and spread across your nose, you gave a sharp nod of your head then awkwardly stuttered out, “O-okay!” With maybe a little too much excitement. Who knew that today, of all days... You’d run into someone like him. 

[missblissy]

Alastor X Reader (Drabble)

Good Mornings

It was more than just a routine, more than a daily ritual. It was a dance done only in death, an afterlife worth repeating constantly. Sleep was a simple joy that often ended every morning by the same simple sound of water rushing into hollow pipes and spilling onto the floor and down the drain. 

The silk sheets were more than you’d ever expect in your Eternal Damnation. It was more heavenly than you’d ever expect. The daylight penetrated your eyelids, causing your eyes to flutter open. The distant steamy smell of sea salt and soap clouded out of the bathroom like it did every morning.

You knew you had about five more minutes to stay hidden and cozy between the blankets and sheets of the bed. You rolled over quickly while your legs tangled in the silky red sheets and your arms brought the heavy blankets over your head. You could smell him there in the darkness of the bed. The shower nob was turned loudly and the water slowly died down. You took in a deep breath and enjoyed the faint smell of roses clinging to the silk.

The rustle of a towel tugged free from the rack traveled to your ears. Alright! You took in one more heavy breath, enjoying the warmth one last time, then kicked the blankets off you wildly. You stumbled out of bed and counted each steady step towards the bathroom. You’re smile turned into a sneaky smirk as you got closer to the already slightly open door. You counted down the seconds then pulled the door open. 

Just as you did so, Alastor could be seen tucking his fluffy little deer tail into the perfect hole in the back of his pants. A towel was still draped over his head, his hair was still damp and dripping with water. He wasn’t surprised by you at all, in fact, he went about his day as if he hardly noticed you there. He thought he was clever, though, trying to hide his side glances at you’re twisted smile. 

There you stood, side by side, with a man kind enough to share his bed with you. He was combing his hair while you brush your teeth and you stole peaks at his half-undressed body. You had never seen Alastor fully nude, and you highly doubted you ever would, so you took what little he was willing to give. He was incredibly slim, but well fit enough that you couldn’t see any ribs. But you didn’t really care about that. You just liked watching him get dressed.

He’d stuff his hands through a red dress shirt and you’d have to fight back the biggest grin while brushing your hair and watching him in the mirror. He’d button up each button one by one, and you’d share a glance with him in the reflection of the mirror and he’d flash the first smile of the day at you. 

And he was watching you too. He’d always look over and catch you fighting with your hairbrush as you tamed your bed head. Another time he’d peak over and you’d be plucking a hair from your eyebrow with a wince on your face. If he was lucky, he’d catch you fluffing up your hair and pressing all the wrinkles out of your clothes. Every time he looked at you, his smile would grow just a little bit bigger.

At some point, somehow, you got fully dressed before Alastor did. Maybe he just liked to take his time, or maybe it had to do with the fact that you’d walk over to him and straighten out his shirt. He reveled in the soft and graceful touches your hands would grace along his chest. You’d fix any buttons he probably messed up on purpose at this point. 

He’d give you a smile, closed-lipped, relaxed, and reaching the corners of his eyes. You’d take the loose ends of his suspenders, tightening the metal clasp, fastening them in place and smoothing out and odd ends. 

You looked up at Alastor and quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek, giggling and turning your attention to his bowtie. Over and under, and over again, you fixed his bowtie in place and grabbed his monocle from the bathroom counter.

“No one does it quite like you do, my dear,” Alastor took his monocle in one hand while taking his other and tracing his fingers along your jaw. He tipped your head up slightly, then pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, “Good morning,” He said, his voice still soft and raspy from the night. You could make out the faint bags of sleep under his eyes.

“Good morning,” You smiled up to him, “Shall we get going?” You walked towards the door and held your arm out, hooked already and waiting for him to link his arm with yours. As he caught up, he waved a hand and his deadly microphone manifested from the shadows and fell perfectly into his waiting hand. 

Just like every single morning, after starting the day the same way for what felt like decades now, Alastor took you on his arm and you both left and began the new day. These little moments of heaven didn’t last long, but you loved every second of them. Every morning was like a dream, and every morning was a good morning when you had Alastor to wake up too.