#serial killer Alastor

[klttn]

human!alastor, the serial killer, having a pretty little wife to fix him up after he comes home. all bloody and bruised, busted lips and light stabs, occasional bullet wound that he’d scoff at. panicked little eyes staring at him as she stitches him up and dabs lukewarm water on his cuts.

she knows he’s fine, he knows he’s fine. but, the thought of losing her precious protector makes her want to kill a man, cold blooded and all. and she happily would to all the scum that inflicted these battered blows if alastor hadn’t already.

“sweetheart, i’m quite alright, the bullet merely grazed,” alastor would remark, loud and with a loving smile on his face, as usual. his unwounded arm coming up to cup your face, leather clad hand, cold and harsh on your skin.

“you are not leaving until i’ve checked everywhere, mister,” you countered, alastor sighing defeatedly as your eyebrows furrowed whilst you focused your hardest to patch up his flesh. soft and presice touches making alastor fall deeper into his love for you. the perfect little wife. and she was all his.

his hand would never leave your face as you worked, letting you focus until you’d done, watching intently as you worked him over and bandaged and attended to all his needs. his other hand occasionally coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears. “is that it, my love? am i all good to go?”

a sleepy yawn would leave your plushy lips as he leant down to place a gentle kiss atop your forehead. “mhm, all fixed, good as new,” your head moving slightly to return a kiss on his palm.

only then would the gentle grip on your jaw force you to look up at him fully, same doe eyed look as always painted on your pretty features, just the picture of innocence. the soft pad of his thumb would shift, grazing your bottom lip as it quivered from his touch. “i’ll never tire of this sight, such a doting little thing, aren’t you?”

you nodded softly into his hand, eyes closing for a moment to bask in his touch. it was moments like this that had you keening. his large frame manspread and sat atop the table, his legs wide with your tiny frame trapped between. he’d guide your head to rest on his thigh and run his large hands through your hair. “thank you for taking care of me, sweetheart.”

“always.”

[jupterwyx]

Living for serial killer Alastor and his human form

[worldofkuro]

" Your death is mine to decide.

I'm your pain, your happiness, why would you need anything else, dearest?"

Little doodles as I'm working on the second chapter of " Painted Smile." This man has me in a chokehold, and I'm not even complaining.

[flywolfwriting]

Throw Me in the Deep End

Charlie was proud to say she was not afraid of the dark. It certainly impressed the other seven-year-olds in her class, and her parents always told her how proud they were that she had conquered that fear so young. That she was so brave for sleeping without a night light. 

It was even mostly true. She could sleep in her own room, and could sneak about the manor in the middle of the night without her heart in her throat, but sometimes it still quickened, and if she looked out the windows her breath caught. She was still only seven, after all, and it was a big, scary world beyond the safety of the manor walls. 

It took her time to settle into their New Orleans holiday home. She learned the creaking of the walls and the whispering of the wind, grew accustomed to the way shadows cloaked her temporary bedroom. She kept the curtains open for just that small glimmer of moonlight and buried her head under her blankets to keep from looking outside. 

She didn't say anything to her parents, though, not even when her mom woke her before sunrise to take her on an early-morning walk. They drove for ages with Charlie napping in the backseat, until her mom pulled over and told her they'd arrived. Charlie hugged close to her, but put on a brave face when Lilith led her into the bayou. She protested only a little when directed to stay put for a moment, her plea cut off with a firm, "You're mommy's brave little girl, aren't you?" 

Charlie wanted so badly to be so she nodded and did as asked. She watched her mother disappear into the darkness and waited. 

And waited.

And kept waiting. 

The song of the bayou played around Charlie and her trembling fingers clutched the hem of her shirt tightly as she tried not to imagine glowing eyes creeping closer around her, silent tears streaking her cheeks. 

Finally she could take it no more and with a sob she raced back the way they'd come. 

"Mommy!"

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Alastor loved nights like this, when the shadows clung to him like cobwebs and the crescent moon offered just enough light to avoid stepping into the alligator-infested waters. He could see the glint of their eyes watching as he dumped the duffle bag and opened it. They moved closer but didn't creep onto the small finger of land he stood on. They simply waited, and when he threw the first limb into the water they struck, the still bayou turning into churning bodies fighting for meat. 

Alastor threw the next piece, quietly humming as he watched them feed. This was almost the best part, second only to the moment blood welled under his fingers and his victim realized they were about to die. He kept the best cuts to himself, of course, but the gators seemed to appreciate his treats all the same. 

When he finished he loaded the bag with soil before tossing it in, tucked his gloves back into his pocket, and set off with a spring in his step. 

That was when he heard the sob.

Alastor froze, listening carefully. The bayou was full of strange sounds but he had learned them all, knew each creak of wood, the splash of an alligator sliding into the water, the hum of every insect. He slipped into the shadow between the trees and waited, his knife at the ready. They weren't truly deep within the bayou itself; he couldn't risk the noise of a boat. It was plausible someone had followed him. 

What came next was a greater shock: a child, a little girl, stumbling into view. 

No, they weren't deep, but dawn had yet to crack the sky and they weren't near any roads. 

Alastor resisted a sigh and tucked his knife back into its sheath against his thigh and stepped out. 

The girl let out a short scream and fled.

“Wait-” Alastor called, then took off after her. He couldn't see her anymore but he heard her footsteps, another short scream, and the expected splash as she fell into the water. 

And then a more familiar kind of splash.

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[praytriarchy]

Human!Alastor and Hellborn!Charlie seal their deal

Thank you to my loyal and exceptional editor @kyuumon for all of their help!

My fic, The Devil Take The Hindmost has been updated. Chapter 5 is up!

An excerpt:

“Before you outline your demands, I have to ask what you’re willing to forfeit in exchange for them.”

“Why, the ultimate jackpot, of course: my soul.”

Charlie watches Alastor’s amused eyes go hooded over the rim of his glass.

“I was under the impression that Devils don’t come to the table for anything less.”

Charlie keeps her breaths controlled, willing her annoyance away. “Well, it’s always better to be clear about what’s at stake.”

Quick as a hound at her heels, Alastor counters, “Well, I say it’s always better to move things forward,”

“You’re very eager,” Charlie notes with one eyebrow raised.

“Not eager.” Alastor’s amusement doesn’t waver as he sets his glass down on the side table between them. “Just not hesitant,” he elaborates, settling deeper into his chair, resting his bridged fingers atop his stomach. It makes Charlie sit at attention, on the edge of the daybed. He looks entirely too in his element.

He allows the silence to linger for a beat then lowers his head, as he always has when showing Charlie deference, but his eyes are piercing, keeping watch of Charlie’s face.

“I know, being a Devil, you’re probably used to these transactions going a certain way. I know it’s eccentric, but I urge you to hear me out with an ear of rationality.” A pause to prime the pump. Then-

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[radiodemonxkingofhell]

Part two of Guardian Angel! Lucifer x Human! Alastor au post

This link leads to part one!!!! 👇

...and then they go the same route Lucifer and Lilith went in the original universe. Except Lucifer and Alastor were just evil.

They didn't immediately fall in love. Lucifer hasn't even revealed himself to Alastor for the first few weeks he's been watching over the human. Lucifer and all the Guardian Angels have been ordered to eradicate whatever is causing these human disappearances, which means, kill Alastor.

But Lucifer likes Alastor.

After a few weeks Lucifer reveals himself and meets Alastor. Despite being fascinated in Alastor being a serial killer, Lucifer tries to find ways to redeem Alastor. Alastor at first was startled that there was a Guardian Angel watching over him, then he started to view Lucifer as an annoying pest that follows him around saying "Please stop killing people PLEEEAAASSE". Alastor later catches on that Lucifer enjoys watching him kill people. This only encourages him to do it even more...

Then they started to bond. Over music, might I add. Lucifer falls for Alastor first, obviously. Eventually, Lucifer gives up on trying to redeem Alastor after realizing that he does enjoy watching Alastor do his work. And he doesn't want the world to go back to the way it was before he found Alastor. He actually helps him cover everything up when Alastor does kill anyone. Lucifer even helps him by guiding Alastor away from humans that have a Guardian Angel currently watching over them. He even distracts Guardian Angels occasionally to allow Alastor to kill a human that is being guarded.

After half a year, Alastor falls for Lucifer. They both confess to each other and Lucifer decides to give Alastor the Fruit of Knowledge.

Now everyone has free will... and even more evil has found it's way to earth.

Eventually, a Guardian Angel catches on and rats them out. Both Lucifer and Alastor both get sent down to the pit they created and become the Kings of Hell.

Ba da bing and bada boom, there you have it.

[notherpuppet]

Been thinking a lot about a radioapple human AU today

[az-roser]

“We all have our vices, dear.”

It seems I’ll never escape from Human Alastor… he’s truly got my brain held captive. (not that I mind LOL)

[greykolla-art]

I’ve been so inspired by @bananadramaaa lately!

Their human Alastor and Mimsy comics drive me insane!

I’m realising how cool their relationship is: it’s giving sibling energy!👌👌👌

just two pals looking out for each other while they murder!

[thethoriumreactor]

human alastor

(With a bonus baby al)

(Ignore whatever tf I did with the microphones idk how they work I’m sorry)

[flywolfwriting]

Throw Me in the Deep End Ch. 10

Lucifer drummed his fingers on the table, trying not to bounce his leg. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. He glanced over his shoulder again, searching for that familiar figure, fearing those eyes that so enraptured him. Where normally he would seek Alastor in excitement now he was terrified of discovery - and Charlie hadn’t even arrived yet.

He bit his lip.

“You came.”

He turned back around to find her standing behind the chair opposite him, arms crossed over her chest and fingers twisting in the hem of her sleeve.

Lucifer hastily stood, stepping around the table, and then aborting the attempted hug and instead pulling out her chair for her. She offered him a shy smile and sat. “Thanks,” she said.

He returned her smile, sitting back down and offering her the chocolate milkshake he’d ordered. Her face lit up and she accepted it, taking a long sip and humming her appreciation. They sat in awkward silence for a long moment before Lucifer said, “Do you… remember that night?”

Charlie’s gaze cut away.

Great job, Lucifer, he thought. Let’s just start with the worst night of your life. And hopefully the worst night of her life, because that meant Alastor wasn’t lying and she’d had a good childhood.

“Only a little,” she said. “Just bits and pieces. I remember how terrified I was, and Alastor taking me home.”

“Do you remember if she said anything to you?”

Her brow scrunched and then she shook her head. She opened her mouth, like she wanted to ask something, and then took a drink of her milkshake instead.

Lucifer had to clench his fist to avoid fidgeting again. After a moment he said, “...How do you like school?”

This seemed a topic Charlie was more comfortable with. “I haven’t been since the old schoolhouse closed down, but Rosie’s been teaching me at home. She used to be a teacher, you know, until she decided to open her boutique.”

Lucifer frowned. “You don’t go to school?”

Charlie gave him a flat look. “The only schools that have survived the depression are white only, and Alastor is not that.”

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[praytriarchy]

Serial-killer!Alastor makes a pact with Charlie, anyone?

Just posted Chapter 3 of my RadioBelle/Charlastor fanfic, Evil Ways.

Alastor Doucet’s ambition drives him to summon an infernal fiend, ready to enter a binding pact in exchange for arcane powers. But the Devil he summons isn’t very interested in his soul. She is determined to find an alternative to the brutal mass extermination of her people. In a desperate bid to prove that redemption is both possible and worthwhile, she journeys to the mortal realm to redeem sinners straight from the source. This tale features dark magic, jazz, the economic crash of 1929, Louisiana, a cannibalistic, serial-killing radio host, and the blossoming trust between two very unlikely allies during desperate times.

Special thanks to my editor @kyuumon for cheering me on and helping me so much by polishing my work and giving me great feedback!

[clairefey]

In a nutshell

[forget-me-ghost]

I know Valentine's Day was two days ago, but I have a slow brain okay.

Anyway, just like everyone else I just want to marvel at how perfect Alastor's Valentine's Day merch is.

Look at this, look at him. Everyone else's pinup was sexy and they had revealing outfits. But Alastor? Someone at this app said that he is a modern equivalent of a Victorian woman showing her ankle. I truly love it, he undone his bow tie and that's it, that's the most he's showing, his neck without a bow. He isn't even in any sexy pose either. He kinda looks as if he was laying on a couch and someone told him to pose.

And then his Valentine's card? It's not about love or anything like this, this is about friendship, about platonic love. It literally says 'On a day devoted to lovers I am glad to have you as a friend' and I'm over the moon with it.

As a fellow asexual I am beyond happy to see that none of Alastor's merch was romantic or sexual.

It means a lot to me and I just wanted to say it.