#possessed alastor

[kame-artist]

Blame @necroliberty xD We have a rp based on something I havent revealed yet about one of my AUs and I had to doodle somethihg for it

[greykolla-art]

It’s healthy to step out of our comfort zone’s a little!��

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Possessive. :P

[queenlypirate]

doe, a deer

[prodigal-san]

“Legend speaks of a beautiful white hart living in the forest. His hide glows under the moonlight, blushing with vitality. A worthy prize over a collector’s mantel, indeed.

“But hunter, take heed, for if you are too caught in the hunt, he will lead you to a hellish fate.”

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GASP ITS A COLORED DRAWING!! 🤣 Tbh I’m not overly satisfied with this, but I didn’t want to keep overthinking it xD maybe I’ll improve it someday.

Anywho I tried a new coloring style! What do you guys think? 🤔 I wanted to go for something dreamy/storybook like. I think I did pretty ok? Lol 😂

Also not me giving this a plot 🫠

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human pt6

"Alastor & Angels background 3"

Pg1 Pg2 Pg3 Pg4 Pg5

Originally this was part of pt5, but Tumblr doesn't allow more than 31 pics so☹️ Sorry it took awhile, I've been putting off positing this mainly cuz I've been busy w assignments and wanting to catch up w my hobbies💔 but I finally finished fall classes so YAYAYA🙂

Antoní is PLATONICALLY blushing bc he's flustered that someone would care enough to give him something in general🙂🫶!! He's thinking, 'Woah, a whole scarf! Omg, this is so sweet and kind!!' (NO ITS NOT IT'S THE BARE MINUMUM-). Also, sorry, Alastors shoulders kinda look less broad😓! Also, pg 15 (or 16?) Angel dust's cheeks look more pinchable than I remember lol🤭!

Anyways, we're finally kinda back to the present!😁 but uh-oh, Angel knows there'll be consequences eventually☹️ I feel like Alastor has only been saying Antoní, but I promise he'll have more dialogue in the next one😥!!! He just missed his little boy; he hasn't said that name in years!! Also, I should let it be known that Angel Dust's human form WILL be getting a haircut‼️ it may look aesthetically messy, but it's actually just clumped up hair!🤫

Again, sorry for the delay and hope you like pt6🙂🫶

Tag list: @diffidentphantom

[allastoredeer]

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There was something…off about Lucifer.

Something that wasn’t adding up.

Alastor watched him from a distance. At first it was to get a better read of him, and how long he intended to stay, but the as the days ticked on, an unsettling feeling of wrongness grew in the pit of Alastor's stomach.

It’s the mixer that set off the first alarm.

Lucifer followed through with his promise to get Charlie a meeting with Heaven—now scheduled a few days from then—and he and Charlie were in the kitchen cooking up a celebratory meal.

Alastor hid in the shadows, watching the two bubbling personalities with growing boredom.

“Oh, wow, it’s been a while since I’ve been in here,” Lucifer said, wandering around the kitchen as Charlie pulled appliances out of cupboards and ingredients out of the pantry.

“Yeah, Vaggie and I rearranged a lot of the hotel. To make it new and refreshing, you know?”

Lucifer nodded, as if he understood exactly what she meant. “Well, you’ll have to show me where everything is, I guess,” he laughed, opening a few cupboards. “Because I have no idea where that blasted mixer is. I could’ve sworn it was in here.”

“I’ll grab it, let me just—oh, hold on,” she pulled her phone from her back pocket as it started ringing. “It’s Vaggie. She’s out running errands. Do you mind if I?” She gestured to the door.

“Oh, go right ahead. I’ll get everything ready in here.”

“Thanks, dad.”

She left and Alastor was prepared to follow her example, as there was hardly anything worth watching in the kitchen, but paused when Lucifer let out a deep, happy sigh and turned, walked to a cupboard across the room, and pulled out the mixer.

Alastor frowned.

But it could’ve just been a lucky guessed, he reasoned as Lucifer plugged the appliance into the wall, humming a jaunty circus tune to himself. But then Lucifer opened a drawer close by, grabbed a wire whisk, then hopped a few shelves over for a mixing bowl. The squirm in Alastor’s gut tightened.

For someone who hadn’t been there in centuries, he sure knew his way around.

Still, that wasn’t too strange. Lucifer was an immortal being. A few centuries was probably little more than a week for him. Who could say how his memory matched?

Except…

Didn’t Charlie say she and Vaggie rearranged everything?

His magic, Alastor decided. Divine powers of an angel, and all of that. Surely that would cover finding basic kitchenware.

But even that explanation felt a bit…off.

Something about it wasn’t right.

It was Lucifer’s confidence. The way he strode from cupboard to cupboard without a lick of hesitation or a hint of doubt. No fumbling, no second guessing, no pulling out the wrong drawer, even on accident.

Still hidden, Alastor inched closer, to get a better look.

That’s when Lucifer turned his head and looked at him.

For a split-second, when those red slitted eyes met his, Alastor thought he’d accidentally stepped out of the shadows, because all of the sudden, Lucifer's smile was gone, his humming dropped, and the cadence around him became tangibly colder. Alastor checked himself but, no, he was still hidden. Still covered in shadows in the corner of the kitchen, where the lights weren’t far enough to give away his hiding spot.

But Lucifer didn’t look away. He wasn’t moving. Wasn’t blinking. It didn’t even look like he was breathing.

There weren’t many things in Hell that unsettled Alastor anymore. He’d encountered demons without eyelids, ones who seemed to disappeared when they stopped moving, plenty who didn’t need to breath or eat for days on end.

Lucifer was hardly the strangest, or scariest, thing he’s seen, and yet…

He slowly cocked his head and took a step around the counter. Alastor’s heart jumped. Lucifer still hadn't broken eye contact. He walked slowly, not like he was scared or nervous, but careful and quiet, like a predator stalking through bushes. Trying not to startle its victim.

Alastor figured he may as well step out of the shadows, seeing how his presence was obviously known. Or he could simply leave. Just meld into the darkness and return to the parlor to see if anything interesting was going on at the bar.

But he couldn’t, for the life of him, move.

His body refused to. His lungs held his breath captive in his chest. His heart thumped harder with growing unease.

Deep in the recesses of his mind, a small, intrinsic voice told him to stay still. To keep eye contact. So certain that if the moved, if he took his eyes off of Lucifer for one second, he wouldn’t be fast enough to see him a second time. Before it was too late.

The closer he got, the louder that voice became, until Alastor didn’t feel like he was controlling the shadows so much as the shadows were holding him in place. He was trapped, completely and utterly, and he could. Not. Look. Away.

Lucifer was only a few feet away when the doors flung open and Charlie bounded inside, hauling a load of groceries with Vaggie close behind. His change was immediate.

The air warmed, his dark demeanor disappeared and a wide, happy smile lit up his face. He whirled around. “Char-Char, welcome back! I think I found just about everything.”

“Oh, wow, you did,” Charlie said, looking over the counter. “It wasn’t too much of a hassle, was it?”

“Ah, not at all, kiddo. I found may way around. Ready to get started?”

“Yes! Here, Vaggie got the rest of the things we needed.”

Lucifer walked to her with a pep in his step, but as he rounded the counter, he looked at Alastor again, face impassive and cold, and suddenly Alastor was being thrust away. He stumbled out of the shadows on the third floor, knocking into a hall table that nearly took him off his feet. He clutched it, barely keeping himself from hitting the floor.

He stared at the wall, stunned.

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I've mentioned that I've wanted to write a dark!Lucifer fic and I got an Anon a while back asking how I would go about writing that.

Well, here's a little piece.

[rod00dles]

He loves his little Golden Apple. 📻🍎

[livingxxdeadxxb0y]

Radioapple au where Lucifer owns Alastor soul would be *chef kiss* especially if it's because Lucifer knew Alastor when he was human and they had a deal- like Imagine Alastor with Lucifer for years and being so fucking loyal that even when Lucifer says he could break their contract Alastor literally just looks at him likes a out of his mind and just says "No."😭

Like even when Alastor is in hell he refuses for the bond to be broken, because in a way it's his way of proving himself- because many others have made deals with Lucifer yes but Alastor is the only one to have lasted this long- Alastor is the only one who can whisper in Lucifer ear even tho he's the one with the chain around his neck.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Pairing: Yandere!Alastor x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 2'627

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, Implied forced relationship, Implied captivity, Toxic relationship, Possessiveness, Invasion of personal space, Non-consensual touching.

Additional Notes: Do be kind, I have not written for this man before and find him exceedingly difficult.

Every week at the Hotel, there was something new Charlie had planned.

Trust exercises. Ice breakers. Activities meant to bring everybody closer together as a group. To try and get people to open up and show a side of vulnerability that - she believed - would help sinners take one step closer to salvation.

Most of them were awkward, and a lot of them never went as planned. A fact she realized and, after a near mental breakdown, had her promptly take advice from Vaggie and agree to try something different.

The task was very simple compared to the previous activities. She requested everybody to think about redemption and what it meant to them.

Thinking about the definition itself took little to no effort.

Redemption (noun): The action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.

But it was clear that Charlie wanted more than just a quote from the dictionary. She wanted residents of the Hotel to mull over it while looking deep down into themselves so they could share their stance on the matter later on.

That was the tricky part.

From how you saw it, “saving yourself” from sin was easy enough to accomplish. ‘Just don’t be a dick and avoid the bad shit.’ was the first thought that came to mind, but where you hit a snag was based on what Charlie had shared about Heaven. According to her, even so much as breathing in Hell was enough to solidify your place in the inferno, yet she made it clear that actively resisting sin wasn’t something to go unrecognized.

It took a lot of effort, energy, and courage to do so, and it was hard to disagree even if Heaven didn’t see it that way.

Error was a bit harder. In your opinion, nobody could be saved from that, at least not entirely. Eventually, inevitably, you or someone else would do something wrong, it was just a matter of degree. It could be something as minor as bumping into somebody by accident or as major as Angel relapsing for what felt like the hundredth time, but it would happen and it was only a matter of time.

Charlie did bring up a rather good point, though. Apologizing when you realized you had done something wrong was the best thing someone could do, and it was the first step in the right direction.

You had to give her credit where it was due for that.

But evil was a different matter entirely.

Evil lurked everywhere in Hell. Across every street, around every corner, evil was out in the open for everyone to bear witness and see. None of it was hidden. None of it was meant to be hidden.

What would be the point? You and every other sinner were already in Hell - and many would argue that hiding it would be counterintuitive to being there in the first place.

Charlie tried to plead the case that everyone had good in them. A good that could be tweezed out if given the right chance, and the right environment, which the Hotel was perfect for.

You wish you could agree.

Evil was in the hotel itself, not that Charlie was fully willing to see it.

You believed she was careless there. Little Miss Bleeding Heart wanted to see the best in people, and by god did you ever want to know what it was like to see through such rose-tinted glasses, but you knew you never could. Not in this place.

Stepping a foot into the building was the worst thing you’d ever done because it showed you just how wrong you were about evil being so out in the open. It still had the ability to lurk, something you learned the moment you shook hands with Alastor.

You could see it on his face upon meeting him for the first time - the way Alastor’s perpetual grin widened upon seeing the goosebumps that lined your arms when he clasped your hand in his. No comment was ever made on the matter, but the way his lips peeled back to reveal the black of his gums before he pressed a brief kiss to your knuckles said enough.

Something utterly sinister reeked from him in a manner you couldn’t describe, so you took your own advice and applied the same thing you did when it came to sin.

Avoidance. As much as you could, at least.

Some moments were easier than others. The distinct metallic clack of Alastor’s microphone against the floor combined with a surge of radio static usually bought enough time for you to make whatever excuse you needed in order to leave before he arrived.

Other times you weren’t so lucky, and Charlie’s group meetings were usually to blame in that regard.

At first, you made a great deal of effort to put as much distance between yourself and the Radio Demon as you could, which worked for a time. Unfortunately, Alastor caught onto what you were doing much faster than you would’ve liked.

He reveled in it. You knew he did. After a while you had the gnawing suspicion he was purposefully going out of his way to make you as uncomfortable as possible for his own entertainment. You saw no other reason as to why he’d consistently move so close to you that you could literally feel him breathing down your neck.

Lately, he had adopted the skin-crawling habit of locking eyes with you the moment you stepped foot in the room and patting the seat beside him - reserved specifically for you. Accepting the gesture felt like swallowing nails, but being openly rude to Alastor was something that you knew better than to do.

Instead, you began to find excuses for skipping the meetings entirely and have Angel or Husker fill you in later, which was exactly what you were doing now.

“To be honest I wasn’t payin’ much attention,” Angel said while he scrolled through his phone, resting his chin in his upper left hand while his lower right swirled alcohol around in a glass. “Was the kind of thing that could’ve been sent in an email.”

You traced your finger around the rim of your own glass, its contents untouched. “Still, I want to know what I missed.”

“He’s right, it wasn’t anything special,” Husker replied, slinging a cloth over his shoulder from behind the bar. “Same old bullshit about salvation with a new coat of paint on top.”

A pang went through your chest, but you pushed it down. “So nothing new?”

Angel scoffed and looked up from his phone. “Trust me, dollface, you did yourself a favor.” He downed the rest of his drink in one go. “What were you doing anyways?”

“You know…” You replied with a shrug, glancing down. “I went out.”

Angel smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Out?”

“Yeah.” You tapped your nails against the edge of the glass. “Things were feeling a little claustrophobic, so I went out for some air.”

Husker made a noise in the back of his throat. “Yeah, I know how you feel, kid. This place is a mess.”

Angel tilted his head, placing his phone down on the bar and leaning forward a bit. “So where’d you go? Anywhere fun?”

“Where indeed~.”

All your movements went rigid. After a few seconds, you slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder to see Alastor standing barely a foot away from you, staring down at you with a tight, closed-lipped smile. You hadn’t heard him coming in the slightest, which you immediately could tell was intentional.

Whether he’d used his shadow or had actually stalked up behind you wasn’t something you wanted to think about, and if Angel or Husker picked up on the immediate tension, neither of them said anything about it.

“Hey, Smiles.” Angel greeted with his usual flirtation, placing the elbows of his upper arms on the bartop as he turned to face Alastor. “Fancy a drink? You look a little stiff” He gave Alastor a very long once over, “and I’ll have you know I know a few ways I can help relieve some… tension.” 

Alastor’s lips curled back to reveal his teeth, the muscle in his cheek spasming for a moment.

Mentally you were kissing Angel on the cheek for the save as you slowly picked your coat up off the bar and slipped it on, concealing the goosebumps already present on your skin. Husker gave you a glance from the side and gave a very slight shake of his head, silently advising you against your unspoken desire to leave.

“I assure you, such a thing is never going to happen.~”

“You sure?” Angel rested his lower right arm on his hip. “I have a few tricks that can loosen you up.”

The leather in Alastor’s gloves audibly squeaked as his grip tightened around the staff of his microphone and his attention immediately shifted back to you, ignoring Angel entirely.

“My dear,” His voice dripped with such a saccharine sweetness it made you feel sick, “Could I speak with you for a moment?”

Fewer combinations of words could instill such a unique feeling of encroaching dread all at once, but you refused to let it show as you nodded and turned your body on the bar stool to face him fully; waiting for him to say the first word.

His eye twitched ever so slightly.

“Privately.”

That made you swallow.

“Sure.” You slid off the bar stool, doing your best not to appear as reluctant as you felt.

“Lovely.~” He said, promptly turning on his heel and walking towards the staircase - expecting you to follow.

You glanced back towards Husker and Angel, each giving you looks of grim sympathy and confusion respectively before you took a deep breath and forced one foot in front of the other, following Alastor up the steps.

You thought he would talk along the way. Engage in some form of idle chit-chat where he’d be pulling the strings, or even hum along to the countless jazz tunes that he played in the halls over the Hotel’s sound system.

But no such music played and he remained silent. A few minutes into the walk you gathered enough courage to glance up at him and found his eyes locked straight forward, not even sparing you so much as a glance.

You averted your gaze, the hem of your sleeves suddenly the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen.

Eventually, he came to a stop, and he held out the end of his microphone to prevent you from going any further down the hallway.

“Here we are!” Rather than producing a key from his coat, a green flash emanated from the lock when he placed his hand on the handle and opened the door.

He all but leered at you as he gave a small bow that didn’t feel genuine in the slightest.

“After you.~”

Like the alleged gentleman he was, Alastor held the door open for you, eyes never leaving your form as you walked inside his suite.

The smell of dampness and soil hit you immediately.

Alastor’s suite wasn’t the worst thing you’d seen in Hell by a mile, however, it was still eerie beyond words. The skeletons that hung along the walls and mantlepiece of his fireplace became less complete and increasingly disorganized as they led further into the room - which itself gave way to a swamp-like environment halfway through. Undoubtedly a result of whatever hoodoo, voodoo bullshit he was capable of, and while it still wasn’t the worst you’d seen, it served its purpose thoroughly.

It creeped the shit out of you.

“Now, then.” Alastor clicked the door shut, his body half-facing yours as his hand still lingered on the doorknob. “I'm sure you have a good explanation for what you’ve been doing.~”

The immediate dryness in your throat was hard to ignore. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew that he knew, but you still attempted to buy some time as you tried to figure out what to do.

You cleared your throat. “I was just catching up with Angel and Husk-”

He chuckled, the sound like that of a radio shifting stations. “Don’t be coy.” His head turned towards you with a sickening, ossified crackle that bent his neck in a manner that made your stomach lurch. “You’ve been avoiding me, and I’d like to know why.”

Fuck.

“I haven’t.” Lying to Alastor was a mistake, but you still decided to risk it since it wasn’t entirely false. “There’s just been a lot on my mind recently.”

“Hmm.” Interest and something much worse flickered behind his eyes as he faced you fully with another crack of his vertebrae. “Such as~?”

You shook your head, looking away from him. “That’s private.”

There was a quick flash of red, and the tip of his microphone turned your face back towards him - the cool metal of the edge digging into the skin of your cheek. You had to bite back a grimace.

“Not when it concerns me.” His tone was sharp, a stark contrast to the faux politeness he was putting on before. He kept the tip of his microphone where it was to prevent your eyes from looking anywhere but him. “And trust me darling, when it comes to you, everything concerns me.”

His words twisted in your gut. “...I’m not sure what you mean.”

Alastor tutted, his smile widening once more. “Don’t be stupid, darling, it’s unbecoming of you.” The way he said it was patronizing, like he was scolding a child. “You know precisely what I mean, so I’m going to ask again, as much as I hate repeating myself.~”

Cool metal was replaced with the warmth of his hand as he tilted your head up and brought his face frighteningly close to yours.

“Why are you keeping yourself from me?”

It was an odd sensation. Being backed into a corner, both metaphorically and physically. A frightening one that all but yanked on your instincts to do whatever it meant to get the fuck out of there, but you knew that was the worst thing you could do.

Alastor was a predator, a creature designed to prey on those he deemed weaker, and turning your back on a predator would almost certainly trigger a series of events that would not bode well for you.

So you did the next worst thing.

You told him the truth.

“Because I can see you.” The words felt wrong to say out loud. “I can see you for what you are, I can feel the absolute malevolence that radiates off you in waves, and it’s suffocating.”

Saying any more was a horrendous idea, but you couldn’t help but add one last thing.

“And if I want any chance at leaving this god-forsaken place, I can’t be around you.”

The silence that stretched on afterward was deafening.

Mentally, you were bracing yourself. Alastor had killed people for far less, and you expected nothing different for saying something so daring to his face.

You could see it too, the anger that simmered underneath his gaze. You expected the red of his sclera to flash black and his antlers to extend with his body in a grotesque display before you were ripped to pieces while he laughed.

What you didn’t expect was for his eyes to narrow into slits and his expression shift into one that was far more genuine than you wanted it to be, and it was then you knew that being saved from this kind of evil was never going to happen.

“Oh, my dear, you don’t need to worry about something silly like that.” Alastor all but cooed.

“After all, what makes you think I’d ever let you leave?~”

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[bloodmoon24]

Imagine Alastor and Lucifer having a schedule on who gets Vox to themselves. Like:

Alastor - Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays

Lucifer - Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays

And Saturdays is when they both get Vox

(Alastor would even tried to get more days with Vox by distracting Lucifer)

[selineram3421]

Other Worldly

Part 7

Part 6

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ implied depression episode? (mostly laying down and not moving), food mention-seaweed/meat pie, mention of intestines, panic attack. ⚠

Looking up, you saw the slight shimmers of light streaming into the water.

It's as beautiful as you remember.

You stayed underwater for the day. Alastor had let you rest your voice, saying he had something to do this morning and you got some seaweed snacks to have for when you felt like eating something quick.

It was a nice change of scenery, usually you would just lie in bed all day and feel like crap. Meanwhile, here you could appreciate some nature to take your mind off of your thoughts for a moment. A moment is all you needed to lay things out and plan for what happens next.

Then you were suddenly out of the water and in familiar arms.

"Ah!", you squeaked and grabbed onto the deer demon, fin smacking him slightly as you tried to balance yourself in his hold.

"Good news my dear! We are going out to pick something up. Some fresh air would do you some good.", Alastor smiled down at you.

"I-", you started but were quickly shushed.

"My friend in Cannibal Town has been eager to meet you! She's set up an arrangement of items for you to choose from and has prepared snacks. She'd also like to ask you something. I believe you'll enjoy yourself!"

After agreeing, you ended up standing in front of Rosie's Emporium a bit later.

"Let us enter, we can't keep her waiting!", he grinned and opened the door before guiding you in.

Something in your gut told you that it was wrong, something was wrong, but you weren't sure what it was.

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Alastor brought them to Rosie's, walking them through the crowd of demons before entering the back room where his friend had the best things set up.

"Rosie! We are here!"

"Where are your manners? Honestly Alastor, I swear, I have to remind you every time to knock!", Rosie said from somewhere farther away. "Take a seat on the couch, I'll be there in a second."

He sat his little mer down on the couch and placed himself next to them.

"I've told Rosie about how beautifully you sing, she's been quite interested to hear you but I wanted you to speak for yourself on this matter.", he smile widened. "It's up to you my dear."

But they'll say no~

He was positive that his siren would refuse, and Rosie would have no choice but to back off. He would have them all to himself.

All for me.

"Apologies for the wait.", Rosie walked out from the hallway in the back. "I was making sure the snacks were delicious.", she smiled. "Now, let us get on with business.", the Cannibal Overlord sat down on the couch from across the two. "I'm Rosie, a friend of Alastor's and I'd like to hire you for a month or so to sing."

He glanced at the mer demon and found them shocked, their fingers starting to fidget, most likely due to nerves.

"Could you perhaps give them some more information Rosie? I'm sure they'd love to know what the occasion is.", he spoke up.

"Oh, you're absolutely right.", the woman said. "Let me bring out the snacks first. I'm sure we can have a bite or two to enjoy while talking."

She left the two alone for a moment and Alastor turned to check on his mer, finding them looking down at their hands on their lap.

"What's wrong dear?", he asked.

"I don't think I could do this. Sing in front of a crowd? I barely have the courage to sing in front of you, how could I-", they began.

"Now, now.", he stopped them from rambling. "This is why I brought you here. So you could answer for yourself."

They were quiet for a moment before asking where the bathroom was.

He told them and watched as they left the room.

Rosie came in with a tray not a minute later and set it down. "Where have they gone?", she asked.

"Powder room.", he responded.

"Oh, so now we can talk.", she grinned and sat on the couch. "Tell me, what else has happened so far? Anything interesting?"

"They have seemed to take a liking for my shadow. So I'll use that to get closer to them.", he said and picked up a small meat pie. "I'm just waiting for the perfect opportunity."

"But what if they find out?", she asks. "I would be a little more careful if I were you. Especially since the deal you made wasn't for their soul."

"Oh please.", Alastor rolled his eyes. "It's only a matter of time before I get it.", then he took a bite of the pie, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. "I already have half of their power. Such a useful thing it is! Why, I made a pitiful sinner eat their own intestines!"

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You didn't know how to react.

Why is he telling her this? You thought, confused. I don't understand.

You didn't take long in the bathroom and were now hiding by the doorway after hearing Rosie say something about a soul.

"I already have half of their power. Such a useful thing it is! Why, I made a pitiful sinner eat their own intestines!"

There was an odd sensation in your chest.

It felt like water was filling your lungs, then your throat felt like it was being clogged up and you couldn't speak. It burned, what you wanted to say stayed stuck in your throat and you started to tear up.

I- I can't speak. You tried to breathe but you ended up taking too short of breaths. Why!? I need to- Another breath too short. I need to leave. A gasp. I need to go.

Turning to leave, you whimpered as the pain grew, clutching your neck with one hand as you tried to rush out of the emporium. Of course, you were loud enough for the two demons in the other room to hear.

It felt like thorns prickling in your neck, or barbed wire coiling around on the inside. Something was wrong, the pain being too much, tears now running down your face.

Something broke as you bumped into the wall, causing you to stagger a bit.

You didn't notice when he had approached you.

All you knew was that you were leaning against the wall and then the next thing was that Alastor turned you to face him, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you with a strained smile.

He held your wrist, his lips moving hesitantly, his voice coming through your ears in bits and pieces as he moved your hand from your neck.

"-try to take slower breaths-", he said, using his thumb to brush some tears off of your face. "-an you hear me?-"

It hurts. You kept trying to breathe but instead of air, your lungs were burning. It hurts! You closed your eyes in pain.

"Darling, plea-"

Then something in you snapped.

"LET ME GO!"

It felt like blades tearing into your vocals, slicing away as you shouted at the Radio Demon, who instantly followed your command.

Blinking your eyes open, you noticed his eyes were glazed over.

A second passed before you understood. The deal was broken completely and the other half of your powers returned to you.

Without a second thought, you ran out of the building and away from him.

You kept going until your feet ached, until you were stumbling to get back to the hotel and lock yourself somewhere no one would find you.

Then you bumped into someone.

Both of you fell to the ground.

"I'm-", you sat up but quickly stopped, placing a hand to your neck when remembering that you couldn't speak all that freely anymore.

"Ow. The fuck- Watch where you're going!" , a feminine voice said. "What-", then she stopped.

You felt chills as the woman said your name.

Looking up, you saw a pink jellyfish type demon who was staring at you with wide eyes.

"I missed you.", she smiled.

*chanting* Mermay, mermay, mermay, mermay, mermay!

~Seline, the person.

Part 8

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ML I Alastor🎙️ | OW🦀

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Possessive. 🤓

[dragengyrr]

A little something for @soul-rillo’s 1k/2k challenge :3

[kngstrnz]

Idk how to explain this in non-allo terms, but I do wish to write an "unrequited" human voxal AU fic but the "unrequitedness" comes from Alastor and not Vox. Like, Vox is special enough in Alastor's world but Vox hasn't realize that privilege Al gave him. Vox just thinks they are normal best friends!!!

Which is why he can't understand why Alastor doesn't like Valentino, his most recent partner and Alastor just comes up with everything but the truth.

Valentino, though, notices that Alastor is a bit (cough a shit ton cough) possessive of Vox. Like standing too close and brushing Vox's shoulder with his hand as he says: "You have some dust here, my friend." when there was nothing there (just Valentino's hand prior to the exchange).

Which is also how Valentino realizes that most of Vox's partners left because of Alastor.

But Vox is just... not seeing it no matter how many times Valentino brings it up. And it isn't until Valentino tells him: "How would you feel if Alastor found someone he adored the same way he adores you?" That he realizes something.

And it is confirmed when Vox's face darkened for a split second, cold heterochromia eyes narrowing on him before he says: "That would never happen."

Turns out, maybe the strange "unrequitedness" situantionship isn't as unrequited as Alastor let's it out to be and that Vox is as (if not more) possessive about Alastor.

[princess-charlie-of-hell]

We know that Alastor has the habit of being touchy with Charlie and she doesn't really seem to have anything against. So i could see that both of them end up being so touchy with each other that people get uncomfortable with it but Charlie and Alastor don't see anything weird or wrong with how close they are and are even confused why others look weird at them

(Also how the fuck works his monocle?!)

Lucifer: Charlie, I am worried about your relationship with the radio demon...

Charlie, laying on the couch with Alastor, his face buried in her chest: i don't know what you are talking about, dad

Or an alternative where Alastor knows what he does and makes it extra and even scents her without her realizing it to show other demon that she belongs to her because I simple love possessive!Alastor.

Like I could see him being clingy towards her while Vaggie or Lucifer are watching but none of them say anything because they know that Charlie doesn't sees anything wrong with how close they are and she even seems to be happy that Alastor feels so comfortable with her