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Soooo, can I request romantic headcanons of Alastor with a wife who is also a cannibal (they got married when they were human) and one of the most powerful overlords in hell?
Hey anon! I am so so sorry this is so late. I hope you enjoy, sorry if it's a little short, I'm getting back into the hang of writing things but really loved this request. It's been sitting half finished in my drafts for a while 😬. Anyways, I'd be down to write a part 2 if requested, but I only really got a meetcute of them as humans done. I hope you enjoy!
Pretty in Red
CW: implied female reader, death, and canon-typical violence.
Characters: Alastor
Alastor was a charming young man, he had to be to get to the top, after all!
He was known for his dazzling smile, and his ability to hide any emotion behind it.
He wasn't the kind of man to be charmed; he charmed people.
Well, until he met you.
He was at a speakeasy, chatting idly with Mimzy, when he saw you.
Stood in a corner, wearing a simple yet stunning red dress, simply taking in the crowd.
Alastor's speech faltered, actually faltered! And when Mimzy followed his gaze, she understood why.
You felt the gaze on the side of your neck and turned, facing him head on for the first time that evening.
You waved, a simple, cautious greeting, and Alastor snapped back to reality.
Without a word to Mimzy, he was leaving her side and introducing himself.
"My name is Alastor, darling. It's a pleasure to be meeting you, truly. What might your name be?"
You introduce yourself, and he repeats your name carefully, like it's sacred.
You spend the rest of the night talking idly. The first time he makes you laugh, he cataloges the sound. He's determined to be the only reason you make it from now on.
By the end of the night, he walks you home like the gentlemen he is.
You thank him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, and a promise to meet again this time next week.
Before he leaves, he turns back to face you.
"You look absolutely stunning in red, my dear. I just thought you should know."
The next time the two of you meet, you're covered in red again.
The day before he was meant to woo you and take you to a local diner, he got into a little bit of a scuffle.
As he was disposing of the evidence of aforementioned scuffle, he hears a branch crack in the distance. He pauses, listening.
Then, he sees it: a somewhat familiar figure, dragging a man much bulkier (and much less alive) than yourself into the marshlands.
You look up in surprise, the moonlight illuminating your eyes in a way Alastor decided was more beautiful than the moon itself.
Eyes wide, cataloging the situation carefully, you looked at the body he was carrying and then down at yourself, covered in blood.
Dropping your victim onto the ground with a soft thud, you greeted Alastor with the same gentle wave you had nights prior.
His smile widened ever so slightly, a manic look in his eyes.
summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.
pairing: bucky x reader
word count: ~100,000
warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, torture, minor character death, vague/brief suicidal ideation, smut (marked with *), slow burn/longing/mutual pining
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Currently it's probably Palia or ACNH, but something tells me when the full Tomodachi Life game comes out it'll probably make its way up there, at least given the demo.
I've recently written an original story, not based on anything, for a college Narrative Writing assignment. I'm pretty proud of it, and I was wondering if any of you guys would be interested in reading it!
Hey everyone! Feel free to keep sending in requests, but I just wanted to let yall know I won't be posting for a while. My aunt unfortunately just passed away, so I'll be taking a break from writing. I'm sorry, but I hope you guys can understand. Feel free to send in asks and I'll get them done whenever I get back.
I'm doing great! I'm really happy people enjoy my writing, I love sharing it with people. I love all the requests and I'm currently working on all of them (I have 3 drafts at the moment). How are you? (Also Happy New Year!!!!)
Hi! Feel free to reject this if you unsure about writing this but if you’re ok with it I would like to request a platonic headcanon of Lucifer having another daughter besides Charlie that happens to look like an angel?
Like an angel that belong in heaven I mean and lacks the traces of them being from hell because I think Lucifer would be extra worried and protective about them due to that and potentially worried about heaven potentially trying to take her away if they find out
Ooo I love this idea! I hope you enjoy!!!
Angelic Grace
CW: nothing really, minor angst but mostly fluff
Characters: Lucifer (platonic)
Lucifer and Lilith remembered the golden age of their marriage, when Charlie was small
So during their marital struggles, they thought maybe having another baby would fix all of their issues
9 months later came a beautiful, angelic baby, reminiscent of everything before their fall.
Wide eyes, white wings sprouting from your back, the picture of innocence.
Lucifer loved you. Lilith hated the reminder of the life she used to have. Charlie was just happy to have a little sibling.
When Lilith left, and Charlie moved out, you were all your father had left.
But fear remained. He'd lost everything he'd ever gotten, why would the universe ever let him keep you.
As much joy as it brought him to look at your face, it also brought him fear.
Such an angelic being didn't belong in this pit, and surely Heaven would realize it one day and snatch you up from right under his nose.
You weren't allowed out during the week of the extermination, out of fear an angel would see you and reclaim you to where you truly belong.
Of course part of Lucifer felt like he was being selfish, holding on to you in literal hell when you could be in heaven.
You could have the world... but without him.
Of course, you assured him you loved it down here. Someone with your optimism could find a personal heaven anywhere, even in Hell.
Overall, Lucifer loved you, and he would do anything to protect you. He's not perfect, nobody is, but he does his best. After all, he raised you and Charlie. The way he sees it, that means he's doing something right.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry it took me a little bit. Happy New Year!!
Love at first sight for each one separately, but the reader is oblivious, and they have to confess first and be very blunt
For Vincent,alastor and sir pentious
Maybe how they meet in the human life and maybe they reunite again in hell like maybe it’s an arranged marriage or something
I love love love this idea!!! I'm going to format it as headcanons, but I'm so open to exploring a more in depth version of one of these ideas in one shot form if you'd be interested. Also, sorry if these are a bit short, I was like 25 bullet points into Sir Pentious and it got deleted 😭 But I liked the idea a lot so part 2 electric boogaloo I guess.
Love at First Sight
CW: Death (obviously), Canon Typical Violence, Period Typical Racism (Alastor)
Characters: Sir Pentious, Alastor, and Vox
Sir Pentious (Pendleton)
So... he doesn't go outside
This is canon
But of course you've heard of him before
The recluse inventor whose visits to the town are few and far between
Whose lights can be seen flickering into the late hours of the night
You admire him from afar, the mystery of it all your own personal guilty pleasure
Unbeknownst to you, your curiosity isn't quite as one sided as you thought it was.
It started out innocently enough
Sir Pendleton was taking a break from his newest project, looking out his window at the town he hadn't visited in the flesh in weeks, when he saw you.
The most stunning, charming person he'd ever seen in his life
You weren't doing anything extraordinary, simply taking a shortcut through the back alley to make the walk to the local farmers market a little shorter
But he couldn't help himself. He was enamored.
He would memorize your schedules and paths, making sure to always be perched at his window when you would walk by.
A little voice in the back of his mind told him he was being a creep, but he told that voice to shut up.
After all, he wasn't watching you to hurt you. God no, never to hurt you.
He just liked admiring you from afar, wishing he could be brave enough to properly meet you, and not just watch you through a pane of glass from two stories up.
Then, he saw the first murder.
It terrified him, guilt and fear seeping into his bones.
Nonetheless, he stayed quiet. He watched two more happen before a terrifying thought occurred to him.
What if you were next?
That thought finally pushed him over the edge, and he knew what he had to do.
He timed his next garbage take out with one of the many times you consistently passed through his alley.
Seeing you up close was almost enough to deter him, you were even more stunning up close.
You noticed the shy expression on his face, and you smiled at him. He knew from that moment on he'd do anything to see that smile again.
"Hello! I'm Y/N. You are?"
"Me, why um, I am Pir Sendleton. I mean- Sir Pendleton!"
You giggled, a light, airy sound, and he almost fainted. He watched you walk away, like he had so many times before, but this time he knew with a certainty: if soulmates existed, you were his.
Alastor
Living as a creole man in New Orleans in the 1920s, Alastor was somewhat used to being treated poorly by those around him.
That didn't make him any less likely to kill them for it, but he was used to it nonetheless.
That's why he wasn't all that surprised when an older gentlemen dismissed his complaints after spilling wine on Alastor's new shirt.
Just as he was about to plan how to get this man alone to take care of his problem, someone beat him to the punch... sort of.
"Dad, apologize to this young man at once!"
Alastor's eyes widened ever so slightly, his smile remaining in place.
It took a great deal to surprise the Radio Host, but you did it easily.
This selfish and uncaring man had raised a child into a caring adult who was willing to confront him on behalf of a stranger... with a different skin tone at that.
It intrigued him. The man gave a begrudging apology, one Alastor believed not a word of, and moved on.
He expected you to do so as well, but you stayed. You smiled at him, a genuine smile, not a half grimace or a pitiful look, but a genuine smile.
"I'm Y/N. Sorry about my dad, he's a pompous prick sometimes."
He looked into your eyes as you spoke, his smile never faltering, but softening ever so slightly.
He couldn't explain it. He was a killer, a monster, but he felt the need to protect you from the world: from people like him.
His mind swirled with thoughts and emotions, but he refused to let them show.
"The name is Alastor! It's a pleasure to be meeting you darling, quite the pleasure."
And for once, he meant it.
Vox (Vincent Whittman)
Vincent only focused on one thing: climbing the ranks to get to the top.
So, naturally, it would make absolutely no sense for him to pay any attention to a mere secretary.
Yet, he couldn't help himself.
He didn't know what it was. The way you chewed on your pen when you were deep in thought, the way your left eyebrow would raise ever so slightly when a meeting was starting to run on too long, the way you would bite your bottom lip to physically stop yourself from retorting when a higher up would make a stupid comment.
In fact, there were too many things he noticed about you to properly pinpoint what it was that made you so appealing to the up and coming TV host
So instead he watched from the sidelines, cataloging every response you had.
When you'd stifle a laugh at a pun he made while on the air? He'd stay up writing a dozen more puns just like it to use for the next month.
You would offhandedly compliment the way he did his hair one day, and he'd wear it like that for the rest of the year.
It all came to a head when you'd left a folder behind on your desk.
You cursed under you breath when you realized, driving back to the office.
You unlocked the backdoor, walked into the studio expecting it to be empty, but instead you saw Vincent and your boss, the one who had made a lot of crude and inappropriate jokes at your suspense, dancing?
Upon further inspection, you would notice the man had his throat slit, and was gushing blood onto Vincent. You let out a small gasp.
Vincent's gaze shot up, and he let out a small curse.
He knew this would happen one day. One day you'd get too close, see what he'd done, and he would have to end you too.
For the first time, he felt nauseated at the thought of having to end a life.
That is, until you walked right past him, picked the folder off your desk, and walked back to the door. You paused for a moment, speaking over your shoulder.
"You should wear red more often. It brings out your eyes."
And then you left, and Vincent was left alone again. He smiled, chuckling to himself, cheeks flushed red.
"Oh, Y/N... you're gonna be the death of me."
A/N: I hope this was alright! Sorry I didn't include them reuniting in Hell, but I'd be totally open to writing a part two that includes that! I just didn't have time to include it in these. Thanks for requesting!
