#deer alastor

[emiimagination]

Hey there!!!! Yeah I'm like super super late....

but for those who read on Wattpad, here is the chapter of the Deer Gods AU ^^

Hope you will like it ^^

Howdy! 😄 Salutations! 🍎🦌📻

Here is the next chapter of the Deer Gods AU ^^ I already post it on AO3 but I'll soon post it on Wattpad.

Emily wants to make amends with the Deer Gods despite it being against her mentor's beliefs.

And Charlie still hopes to be able to establish contact with Humans.

Will they be able to find each other and establish a bond?

The next chapters will take a little longer to be posted but this fiction is not abandoned. We even have big plans for the future ^^ We will post them as soon as they are finished.

[multifandomfanatic02]

"Stuck in a Trap."

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : deer!Alastor x human!Reader

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 : reader finds herself wandering the woods alone and falls upon a wounded stag stuck in a bear trap.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨 : deer Alastor, human reader, marked, soulmate trope in a way

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.3k

It was a cool night in spring. Nice enough to take a walk outside. You had decided to chose a descent into the woods behind your house. It wasn't dangerous or anything, had a nice gravel path. A few miles into it became an attraction to some tourists. Those who were into the whole haunting thing.

The most you heard were some silly ghost stories. What nonsense, you thought. Some believed there was a portal straight to Hell sitting in the thicket somewhere. Some believed there have victims from past murders buried in there. You weren't exactly into paranormal shit, you've lived and roamed these woods for years now.

No, the closest you have seen were the crazy amounts of dead deer lying on the floor. Hunters perhaps? Maybe mountain lions? Nah. The state of the deer made you feel bad, queezy more like. The poaching of the animals was upsetting to say the least. Whenever you went on these walks, you made sure to break whatever traps you could find. More often than not, all being bear traps. It was illegal in this area after all. Nobody really enforces the law around here considering how scared everyone was with this place.

You had been walking for what felt like a few hours. Your cue being the red and pink sky to head home. Oh but it just feels so right to be there. It wasn't until you heard a loud animal like cry that you stopped in your tracks. You bet it was a deer caught in a trap. What were you thinking following a scary sound like this. This kinda thing should only happen in scary movies.

After a few minutes of wandering around for the source of the sound, the creature in question comes in to view. It was a stag. What a divine animal this was. It was a lot larger than most deer, the biggest set of antlers you had seen. And it's color was dazzling. It was as if it reflected the crimson sky above it. There was no way that it was it's natural color.

Inching closer to it, the reason of it's cry came to your attention. A hoof was caught in a bear trap like you originally thought. Blood dripped from it's ankle, in attempt to soothe it, he licked it. Blood staining around it's mouth. Looks like he'd been there for quite some time.

Bending down to the ground, you hold up your hands hoping the creature would realize you were going to try and release it. All he did was bellow in hopes to scare you away. But you just stared in amazement. Your hand just inches away from the trap, the stag notices and understands your actions. Staying still for a few seconds.

His hoof finally free, you put the bloodied old bear trap in your bag. The beautiful creature bows his head slightly, one of his front hooves folding beneath him, obviously showing a little gratitude. You bent down to meet his gaze, returning the unusual human-like gesture. You didn't really think about it too hard.

Your hand reached out to him, in hopes he'll accept your advances. The stags ears laid back against his head as he pressed his forehead into yours. He backed away slightly, giving the entirety of your forearm a well deserved lick before bounding back into the thicket of the woods.

What a strange interaction. Something you surely won't ever forget whether you liked it or not. Upon looking down, you notice a green glow surrounding the area the creature marked. Looked like it was making out a subtle A-like symbol. Well time to proceed home and wash off.

A few years had gone by and the mark still remained on your arm. After many specialist appointments and surgeries, the doctors were just as stumped as you were. It wasn't a tattoo of any kind, no ink was found in the skin. It wasn't skin cancer. And crazy as it is, after several biopsies the mark simply grew over the scar tissue. It was a complete mystery as to what that mark was. And if you told everyone where you truly got it, they would all think you were nuts.

If that wasn't enough, you often felt prying eyes around your secluded house. The paranormal stories were beginning to sound sane after all the experiences you had. There have been many nights where the stereo would turn on by itself or static would just be heard. Or nights when a dark yet comforting shadow would loom over you as you slept. You eventually became accustomed to these intrusions. Most would have moved out by now.

Whatever was here was like a dark guardian angel. You weren't thinking about the holy ones whom would just, look after you, wish you the best of luck and bring you to heaven when you died. No. This one was different. The type to personally interfere with human affairs to keep you safe. The idea wasn't too off-putting considering you had done been in two severe car accidents and a tornado; somehow leaving all situations unscathed.

More often than not, you would have dreams about the stag you had found in the woods all those years ago. Talking about how you belonged to him. How you live under his protection. He had a name too but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. His voice was really unique and drew you in like a magnet. The dreams you've received were so surreal. Like you've known him all your life.

If this was paranormal, you were going to do some digging. The term typically refers to the dead, right? The town library should have records of your property and the folks who lived there before you.

It thankfully didn't take much to get the information you were looking for. There were several newspaper articles from the 1930's that included details of a man named Alastor. Alastor.. that was the name you heard in your dream. It explained the mark on your arm.

He was a local serial killer who targeted those who were for the most part ill intentioned. Especially toward women. He was found dead in the woods behind your house, burying one of his victims. Mistakened for an animal. Which is why to this day hunting is illegal in those set of woods.

More newspaper articles opened up about his profession. Despite the mans.. er.. hobbies, he was quite the talent as a radio host back in the 20's. Youtube even had some of the old audio recordings. Your heart soared upon hearing his voice. This was him. The stag you saved, the shadows watching over you, and the voice that whispered to you in your dreams.

What didn't make sense was.. why was he a stag of all things? Why did it feel real? Well, as it turns out, the power of the human soul varies in the afterlife. Some could just interact with inanimate objects while others can only muster a sound whether it be naturally or through something called a spirit box. Then, what was Alastor?

Ultimately, you had fallen in love with Alastor. Over the course of your life, you had gotten to know him from your sweet dreams. He often thanked you for your kindness. Never had he met someone that put his faith back into humanity. Who would show such a lowly animal mercy and generosity? And the day that you arrive in Hell, he'll be there to catch you and say.

"The name is Alastor, the radio demon. A pleasure to be finally meeting you properly. Welcome home, ma chère."

a/n: i would just like to say that none of the pictures are mine, creds to the amazing artists 🎨

[carlizwall]

Oh deer!

I edited the text to avoid any misunderstanding, but hey! There's color now!✨

The adorable deer design of Alastor and Lucifer was created by @heheartistuwu 💕

[zelest-art]

[luncalxartwork]

Who upset his duck?!?

You better hope that you brought enough bread for the both of them as an apology. And for your sake it better be artisanal.

[moraent-keys]

So apparently red deer shed the velvet on their antlers before shedding their actual antlers, they get completely red and it looks like a massacre tbh

So naturally I had to draw Alastor shedding

Alt version

[justetna]

Now we know these are his ears 😭😭😭

SO FREAKING CUTE OMG

[r4diopl4y]

“After all, the world is a stage, and a stage is a world of entertainment.”

Just a quick doodle of Al (peep me trying to push my alastor has a deer nose agenda)

[gingerrrprince]

my friend told me about pronking and i immediately had to doodle some fruity deers

[heheartistuwu]

to Deer Alastor: i have 5 tanks worth of Venison behind me, if you allow me to pet you for 10 minutes- i’ll give all- and by All, I mean ALL.

We tried good 😔🤫

[rubitheracoon]

Don't tell me these don't look the exact same

[writerandbaka]

Some sketches inspired by the Ao3 fanfic "The Deer And The Prince" written by Enderberries417

The Princess and the Frog is one of my favorite movies of all time, you have no idea how much this crossover drives me crazy with deer Alastor and Lucifer (✧▽✧)🧡

Really hope you like them and if you are curious, give this reading a chance, the fic is linked on the title at the beginning of this post!! („• ᴗ •„)

[upmost-rylan]

// Hazbin Hotel , Alastor , him during Lucifer's part in world's best dad----, he is babygirl posing,

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So it's been almost a month since I last uploaded actual art on this acc-- hope you like hazbin--

[carlizwall]

Look, a deer 📻 demon

[zelest-art]

It’s been a while- have some Charlastor deers!!! :D

[luncalxartwork]

Deer shed their antlers once a year, and Alastor is not the exception (much as he tries to be). So I it must be a little embarrassing for Alastor to be asymmetrical till the other one falls off.

But I'm lucifers eyes nothing a good stick, and some sting won't fix. It will look ridiculous, but it's the thought that counts, I suppose.