I'm well! I recently graduated this past May and am now working through all of the trials and tribulations that come with having to find a place to live that isn't a college dorm and a job in my field that pays well enough to live on, as one does.
That said, I do hope to return soon, and certainly see myself back around the time of Hazbin's season 2 release if not sooner (which I am incredibly eager for, I very much miss writing for everyone!).
I hope everyone who sees this is doing fantastic, and I hope to be back and posting more frequently in the not so distant future <3
Just checking in on you. Is everything alright? How have you been doing? I hope youāre well~!š«¶
Hello there!
Thanks so much for checking in, sweetie, I'm doing well and I hope you are too :)
Life has been super hectic for me since school started back up in August (I study/work in a very intensive field and am in the home stretch of my degree, so its all incredibly time consuming which is no fun at all), but I hope to have something posted for everyone again soon because I've been missing you all like crazyyyy ugh.
TYSM for taking the time to check in, nonnie <3 I hope you're having a wonderful new year!!
break me. basically just reader catching human!alastor murder someone and alastor desperately trying to calm his darling down, only to realize that reader isnāt listening as they are way too scared.
tyy!!! :DD
Easy Prey
tags: alastor x reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, mild gore, angst, possessive behavior, dark themes, murder, human alastor
The evening air was dreadfully thick as Alastor made his way through the underbrush at his feet, legs carrying him in a manner that suggested he'd walked these woods many times before.
He had to make this quick.
Eyes darting from left to right, the young radio host hummed to himself quietly in an attempt to quell the rushing thoughts within his mind, many of which implored him to turn back the way he'd come.
"She's waiting..." one reasoned.
"He's gone!" another panicked.
"There's no time. Return to her!" a third begged.
Though, notably, others commanded he do otherwise.
"Find him." the first snarled.
"Leave nothing more than a corpse for the dogs to find!" a second raged.
"And when it's done," the loudest coaxed, "return to her."
Eyes glaring as he trekked confidently onward, Alastor couldn't help but give in to the darker demands rattling off inside his brain for what was far from the first time.
It was like this on nearly every occasion that he dared take you with him to visit the cabin located on the hunting grounds he'd purchased a few years back. One of those foolish mutts would catch a glimpse of those pretty doe eyes of yours and begin their wretched hunt early, staring at you as if you were a lamb and they a forgotten god, desperate for a sacrifice.
Staring at you as if you were not his.
And beyond anything else he had ever experienced, Alastor Hartfelt found that infuriating.
And so, as he always did when transgressions like these occurred...
He waited.
And waited.
Until finally, he would catch a glimpse of whichever uncouth wretch had dared gawk at you on that particular occasion as they walked into the woods, defenseless, doubtless scouting out the land for the best spot to hunt grazing doe the following day.
And every single time, Alastor simply glanced down at his watch, waited his customary fifteen minutes, and then walked casually to grab his rifle from the gun cabinet in the mudroom.
Except this time was different.
This time, it had been long past dark when he watched the man who was renting the cabin next door walk silently toward the woods.
This time, he'd had almost no excuse to follow eagerly after him.
This time, you were awake, confused, and waiting back in your shared bed, having asked repeatedly for an explanation that never came as your husband changed from his sleepwear to his hunting clothes before insisting you stay put and stalking out the main entrance, the impact of the gun cabinet slamming shut shaking your dwellings just before the screen door did the same.
Yes, Alastor most certainly needed to make this quick.
The radio host continued onward silently, ears pricked for any kind of sound besides that of the deep and warm waters that made up the nearby bayou, into which he often tossed sacks of bloodied clothing weighed down by rocks, never to be seen again.
At the subtle reminder of his gruesome crimes, Alastor couldn't help but grin wider, his thoughts drifting briefly to all of the evidence lying unknown at the bottom of the nearby body of water.
There had to be relics of nearly ten or more kills in those depths at that point, some of them punishments for an indecent look your way, and others for acts entirely unrelated yet equally as worthy of being dubbed transgressions in the mind of your husband.
Suddenly, Alastor was drawn out of his reverie by the dull snap of a trampled upon stick sounding out from his left. He chuckled eagerly at the noise, readying his rifle and making his presence known as he sauntered in its direction.
"What a shame," He started, grin growing wider as he heard the hunter curse under his breath before scrambling to stand upright once more, no doubt having hoped to hide until his pursuer gave up the chase.
Alastor laughed outright at the ridiculous display of fear playing out just a few yards in front of him, the visage of his target little more than a shadow as he raised his weapon and steadied his eager hands.
"I was really hoping to take my time with you."
There was a mock pout to his tone as he spoke, finger now poised above the trigger.
He sighed,
"Oh well."
āāāāāā
You gasped, nearly jumping out of your skin when a gunshot rang out loud and clear from your left, flimsy house shoes almost tripping you up until you had to lean against a tree for purchase.
Fearfully, you clutched your hand against your heart, holding back a whimper of fear at just how close that had sounded, only a hundred yards or so away from the main trail where you stood based on its volume.
Swallowing thickly, you gave your poor heart a few seconds of respite before hiking your nightgown up to your knees and pressing onward through the underbrush, ignoring the stinging pain caused by the thorns that caught you on the way.
In the back of your mind, a voice called out for you to turn back and return to your soft bed and quietly droning radio, but as nice as that may have sounded, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
There had been something present in your husband's eyes when he'd told you to stay put, a crazed and concerning joy with an edge of fury to it that made your blood run cold.
You needed to know what was happening, for better or for worse.
So slowly, carefully, you followed the sound of occasional movement and the increasing volume of the nearby bayou that Alastor insisted had gone rotten and putrid until you caught sight of a familiar man, though the vision of what he was doing made you wish he was anything but.
First, you faltered.
Then, you whimpered,
And finally, you screamed.
At the sound of your cries, Alastor's head whipped around, his bloodied hands dropping the warm pair of eyes they'd been holding as he turned to find you standing there, utterly petrified.
Immediately, the man stalked toward you, hands raised as if in surrender, only for him to halt all movement the moment he saw you flinch back in response.
Alastor floundered slightly, sticky fists clenching and unclenching as they fell back down to his sides.
Never once had he lifted a hand to harm you, nor had he ever even truly scared you before. It was almost like you didn't recognize him anymore, tears building in your lower lash line before dribbling in fat droplets down that pretty face he adored so much.
Your husband had never made you cry before, not once.
As if worried that you simply didn't understand who you were truly standing in front of, Alastor called out to you gently, your name a soft and familiar prayer on his lips as he took another few steps closer, cautious.
This time, in your haste to move away, you stumbled and fell, head shaking rapidly from side to side and breaths growing panicked as you began to crawl backward away from the man you'd married.
"No,"
You gasped out in a whisper, chest heaving as your body was wracked with sobs,
"nonononononono!"
You were shouting now, delirious with confusion and fear as you continued to propel yourself away from the radio host standing before you.
Shocked at your reaction, Alastor hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. You had never been afraid of him before, not in all of your years together, and he had no idea how to soothe this type of fear out of your poor, racing heart.
He stared for several seconds, awestruck, before you tilted your head back just enough in your retreat that he caught sight of the way that your tears shimmered in the moonlight, pooling wetly beneath those doe eyes he loved so, the image like a dagger to his chest.
He had to make this better, there had to be a way.
All certainty gone from him now, you watched in terror as your husband stepped forward, his confidence and determination only growing as he got closer.
There was a sickening and almost crazed looking fear in his eyes as he watched you attempt to move further even as your back pressed into a tree, as if you could bore a hole through the center of it with the strength of your terror alone.
"Chere, it's me."
Alastor said pleadingly, his gaze upon you hardened with disbelief and something like anger, though who it was directed at you couldn't guess.
You whimpered, shaking your head more,
"Stay away from me! Idon'tknowyouIdon'tknowyouIdon'tknowyou!!"
Your words were blending together now, hardly even understandable as you struggled to speak between strained sobs, heavy gags, and gasps for air that was suddenly far too stifling, the sensation of it in your lungs oppressive and not unlike choking on thick humid steam.
Your head felt cloudy and full with the weight of what you'd witnessed paired with the burden of what you knew, and as every memory rushed back to you and the entire picture came together, you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into a nearby bush and vomiting up your dinner.
Your husband was a murderer.
The man you loved, whose last name you had taken, and whose children you had so desperately wished to someday have, was killing people left and right wherever you went under the guise of hunting.
You sobbed heavily, spitting up bile into the leaves and whimpering fearfully as Alastor moved to grab your hands, fighting you as you struggled to break free of his grip.
"Let go of me!" You cried, kicking and flailing to no avail as your husband simply watched you with sad, knowing eyes.
"Oh my sweet, foolish doe," He crooned soothingly, the sound low and rumbling inside his chest in a way that would have surely soothed you in the past.
You flinched away from him as he adjusted the positioning of his hands so he could hold both of yours captive in only one of his far larger ones, the other coming up to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he spoke.
On my knees begging for you to give us an Alastor x Reader fic featuring cursed Alastor cat š
Some Small Part (return to you)
note: how could I ever say no?
tags: alastor x reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, pet! catalastor, mild angst, reader's gender is unspecified, fluff
Outside, thunder rumbled ominously, causing you to pull your robe flush against your torso without even realizing. It was a habit of sorts now, developed after years upon years of unanticipated solitude that seemed to have no foreseeable end.
One had to cope somehow, after all, and you'd never been a very big fan of storms even back when the clouds above had spat water instead of acid.
Your fear required comfort to remedy, and those whose needs were not met made due with the little things, like wrapping themselves up in their softest robe before standing thoughtlessly to search for the only other presence that could be found within the thick and familiar walls of their house.
And of course, that is exactly what you did.
"Minou!"
You called, voice drowned out by the much louder growls of the clouds above as you made your way slowly to the creature's favorite spot within your home.
There was no doubt that he was back from whatever hunt he'd been on by now. After all, he really wasn't one to enjoy getting his fur wet.
"Minou!"
You called again, voice slightly louder this time as you peeked into the laundry room curiously, only to frown when you noted that your "pet" wasn't on the lowly thrumming dryer where he tended to reside whenever the weather grew chill.
You sighed.
He was just as hard to find, it seemed, as the man whose image he so eerily and inexplicably took after.
A burst of lightning crashed noisily against the ground, and in spite of yourself and your apparent annoyance, you jumped, gasping in surprise before groaning, placing your hand against your chest as if needing to feel your racing heart to know you hadn't died all over again.
To say you merely disliked storms after how you'd passed was an understatement, and you found yourself cursing the man who had dared to adorn your finger with his ring all those years ago.
Who did he think he was, leaving you alone to endure a hundred nights just like this one in his absence?
You weren't entirely sure he'd walk away unscathed if he ever dared step through your shared front door again.
But that was enough thought of him.
Sighing, you turned around, already eager to continue the search for your ominous little companion.
Except, much to your surprise, it seemed there would be no search necessary, because standing in the doorway behind you was the very being you had been looking for.
"There you are."
You sighed again, half out of relief and half out of exasperation for the silence with which your darling "pet" always seemed to move.
Habitually, you looked the creature over as he sat still upon the floor, taking in his dark red fur, yellowed teeth, and absurdly small antlers.
He was so familiar to you now that it almost made you falter if you thought about it for too long.
When exactly had you gotten so used to the little guy?
Honestly, if someone were to ask you when the thing had shown up, you weren't entirely sure if you'd be able to recall anymore.
It had been quite some time ago, after all, on a stormy night like this one, that he'd shown up at your door.
The date had long since left your memory, but the fear had stuck around in that wretched way it always did.
You had been terrified.
That storm had exceeded the worst of any other you'd experienced in hell prior, and as you'd cowered in the living room, the radio playing nothing but static paired with the brief interruptions of neighboring channels, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.
It was a gnawing sensation, the certainty of eyes staring into your soul, but even still, something had compelled you to approach the window anyhow.
Whatever was out there, you hadn't felt afraid of it, not even when your eyes found those piercing red ones in the darkness.
You had let the creature come inside that night, telling yourself it was just because you felt bad for it having had to sit out there for so very long in the rain.
You'd refused to admit back then how eerie a resemblance it shared with your husband.
You'd refused to acknowledge that such a ridiculous fact had any bearing on your decision.
Because in truth, it was completely absurd.
Except, clearly there had been something about the little guy that you enjoyed having around, because after that night, he'd never truly left.
Sure, he would vanish on occasion through the cat door you'd affixed to the wall a few years ago, but he had yet to stay gone for longer than a few hours at a time.
He knew where home was, it seemed.
Perhaps that was the difference between him and the man you'd married.
You tried not to think too hard about that.
Frowning slightly at another bout of thunder, you snapped yourself out of your reverie and returned your attention to the creature still sitting in front of you.
"Where were you hiding?"
You chided halfheartedly as you bent down to pick the cat-like being up, smiling softly at his purr of contentment. For such an impersonal creature, he certainly did like being on the receiving end of your affections...
Perhaps that was something he shared with the man you'd married.
You were still doing your best not to think about that, though.
Carrying your odd little companion over to the couch, you couldn't help but sigh as you placed him upon your lap, watching as he curled up happily in that same manner he always did.
He was quite the consistent creature, each behavior as strict and unbending as a habit.
All he ever really did was hunt, stare, stand, sit, lay, and stare some more.
His typical day consisted of following you around the house, watching as you performed your daily chores and activities, leaving for a few hours if he felt up to it, and then returning to watch again.
Honestly, now that you thought about it, you weren't even really sure if you'd ever seen the little guy sleep in the four years he'd been occupying your home.
A creature of habit, indeed.
But then, if that was so true, why was it that he was suddenly standing upon your lap with no warning, his fur straight on end and his hackles raised as a hiss as low and ominous as the thunder from above rumbled within his chest.
Your eyes widened at the sight, raising your hands as if in surrender, certain you must've done something to anger your oddly particular "pet".
But then, before you could even consider what that something may have been, you heard a sound that made your heart skip a beat.
It was metal on metal, a familiar, subtle clicking, and then an obvious shift in pressure as cool air flooded your living room.
A key slid easily out of the lock.
Except there was only one other key...
And you hadn't seen it since-
Your head whipped around so fast you feared for a moment that you may have given yourself whiplash, though quickly any thoughts of injury ceased the moment your eyes met his.
"Alastor."
You breathed, his name falling past your lips like a prayer you'd been forced to stop uttering.
Even just saying it felt like an act of heresy.
Your husband's grin remained plastered upon his face even as he caught sight of you, expression unphased, though you couldn't help but notice the way that his eyes roved about your face and body, softening slightly as if he'd only just realized after so very long that he could relax them if he so chose.
"ChĆØre."
He replied simply, his voice smooth and relaxed even in spite of how very long it had been since either of you had seen each other,
"I didn't expect you to be awake."
At that, you swallowed thickly, gently petting at the still growling creature that was standing upon your lap,
"There's a storm."
You replied softly, shaking your head,
"I can't ever sleep during storms anymore."
At that Alastor seemed to stop for a few moments, as if considering your words more thoroughly before he finally nodded.
"Of course, how could I forget?"
Hesitantly, he took a step forward, though he halted rather suddenly when he noticed the source of the angry sound that was reverberating throughout the room.
"What is that?"
He asked, gesturing slightly toward the creature who still stood protectively upon your lap, ears pointed straight up toward the ceiling and eyes fixed meanly upon your husband as if it wished to tear the man to shreds.
"Honestly, I'm not quite sure."
You continued to pet your small companion soothingly, trying to reassure it that things were okay without the use of words.
"He showed up a few years ago during a fearsome storm not too unlike this one. I let him inside so he wouldn't get hurt and he's been here ever since."
Alastor regarded the being with caution and a mild sense of confusion as he continued his slow approach. When he stopped a few feet short of you though, you found that you doubted that your "pet" was making much of a difference when it came to that. Your husband never did stand very close to you when he knew that he'd messed up recently.
A quick getaway, you supposed, probably a smart move.
But as angry as you'd been even just thinking of your love earlier in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to feel the same way in that moment
It was exhausting, missing someone as much as you'd missed the man standing before you, and it almost felt like none of that truly set in until the very moment he was just outside of your reach once more, standing in the home you'd shared as if he'd never even left in the first place.
Oh how badly you wished that were the case.
You swallowed thickly, fighting back tears that you didn't dare try to understand for fear of making them flow faster.
"It was terribly quiet here without you, you know."
You whispered, watching as your husband's lips twitched downward ever so slightly.
He hummed,
"I wasn't aware that I made much noise at all, my dear."
You scoffed at that, in spite of the tears that were still welling up in your eyes.
"I don't think I was either until you left,"
You tried to laugh, but it came out sounding a lot more like a sob, and in response, the creature in your lap quieted slightly, as if having sensed your distress and realized it's attention was better suited elsewhere.
You gasped slightly as you felt it's rough tongue against your cheek, lapping up the tears that had fallen in spite of your best efforts to keep them from doing so.
And then, unable to control yourself, you let out a burst of laughter.
"You're such a weirdo."
You chuckled as you held the small being beneath it's armpits, outstretching your arms to hold it out further so you could see it properly.
It simply stared back, tail wagging ever so slightly with one of it's ears bent toward you in the way you'd grown accustomed to throughout the years.
It was rare that both of it's ears were up unless it was upset.
You quite liked the look of them when they were uneven anyhow, it wasn't much unlike-
Before you could finish that no doubt destructive thought, you stopped yourself and turned your attention back toward the man who was now sitting comfortably in the chair placed opposite to you.
He hummed softly as your eyes met his once more.
You sighed.
"Al, this is Minou."
You introduced gently, turning the creature so he could see it better.
If it reacted, you certainly didn't notice.
Your husband raised a brow in response.
"It's name is... cat?"
He asked hesitantly, wondering for a moment if you had perhaps grown rusty with your french after so many years with no practice.
But before he could get much further with that theory, you nodded.
"Yeah, I thought it was fitting enough. He could pass for a cat, right?"
You turned the creature around once more to get a better look at him, and smiled when it's persistently ominous expression came into view.
He was pretty cute, in his own weird way.
Another manner in which he wasn't too unlike your husband, you supposed.
Alastor chuckled under his breath at your question, watching intently and with a look of keen interest as he took in the sight of you after so very long.
"I suppose so, if one were to squint."
You scoffed at that, but the grin on your face made it obvious that you weren't nearly as upset as you were making yourself out to be.
You pulled your "pet" in closer after a few more seconds of further inspection, smiling softly at the returning sound of his purr upon your lap.
You sighed, looking back to your husband once more.
"You know, when I found him, I almost thought that he was you for a little while, or maybe some extension of you I'd never met before. There's just something about him that feels so awfully familiar in that same way you do."
Alastor hummed and approached slowly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as he finally began to shed his coat.
"Hmm, how interesting."
He replied, semi-lost in thought as he spoke.
It would make sense, after all, that if some part of him were to somehow split off from the rest and gain a consciousness of it's own...
Hiya Dot! Sorry for the random ask but I am so in love with your writing that it single-handedly got me into this accursed fandom, and now I'm wondering where to start with other authors. Do you happen to have any fic or author recs??
Hi there, anon! I'm so glad you asked because I definitely have some author/fic recs that I'm more than happy to share with you/anyone else who comes across this post!
Before we begin though, shout out to all of the people I mention below! I hope none of you mind being tagged/linked but let me know if you do and I'll remove everything asap :)
1. Starting off strong, we have the amazing @jyoongim! She's been my mutual since I think like day one or two of me creating this account, and I honestly cannot think of anyone more kind or welcoming. Plus, their writing is amazing! Like genuinely so good, I cannot recommend her highly enough.
2. Also, if you're into smut, I am always utterly baffled at the quality of @hazelfoureyes' work. Like, as someone on the ace spectrum, I can say very firmly that sometimes, I don't want to read smut, but even so, I will always read a new post from Hazel when I see it because they're just so well written that I simply cannot wait lol. Plus, their sense of humor is just *chef's kiss*. Love them, truly. (Note: I used they/them here because I don't know Hazel's pronouns, but if anyone does and they aren't gn feel free to let me know and I'll edit this post asap)
3. Additionally, if you like headcannon style writing @a-hazbin-reader is incredible. I've spent actual hours on her page just reading through some of the absolute art she posts there, and it is always a treat. Plus her interactions with her readers are usually either hilarious or incredibly sweet/kind, so it's a good time all around.
As for story/specific fic recommendations, I do have a few of those too!
1. The Deer Dolly series by @ohproserpine (Genuinely incredible writing and a killer story line).
2. You & Me for the worst eternity to come by Notafraidtosimp on AO3 (Definitely not your typical x reader series, but I love everything about it and would never forgive myself if I didn't use this opportunity to share it with everyone).
3. The Partners in Death... and Life series by @safination (This might just be my favorite Alastor series I have ever read, the writing is incredible and I simply cannot recommend it highly enough).
4. Even Death Can Never Part Us by JuliaRobHURTS on AO3 (This is an amazing ongoing long-fic that makes me gasp audibly every time I see that there's been an update. The way the characters are written is utter perfection every time).
I definitely forgot some amazing fics/authors here in my haste to get this posted before class, so everyone should feel more than welcome to comment some other recs if they want to! <3
If youāre wondering why so many fic writers arenāt posting as much right now, donāt worry, it isnāt you! Itās that we are all somehow having the worst collective college semester of our lives š¤
Dottie!! I just saw your post about preview requests and I'm frothing at the mouth excited rn :))))
Is there any chance you've got a preview to share of that southern gothic inspired fic you've talked a little bit about? I've been excited about it since you ran the poll for it weeks ago!
Ahh! Tysm, I am in love with ur writing!!!
The Hard Part - An Alastor x Reader Series Preview
synopsis: Sometimes, the decisions we make in life come back to haunt us even in death, and in this series, our reader learns the hard way that deals made with a beating heart must be tended to, even when the flesh has long since grown cold...
tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, angst, childhood friends to lovers to wannabe strangers to ?, mentions of illness, mentions of discomfort
note: Oh my gosh, Anon š catch me openly weeping over how sweet this ask is, you're too cute! I have so much in store for this southern gothic series I'm doing (though we won't be able to get into that vibe too much until around part 2, unfortunately) and am so so excited to share it with everyone soon! Here's a little taste of what we've got going on so far :)
For anyone who has an interest in learning more about this fic, feel free to check out some of the info about it here.
With a start, you shot up in your bed, hand clutched tightly to your chest.
From the depths of your stomach, you felt bile rise, nails digging into your flesh to help fight off the sensation of stifling nausea and chills.
This was hell. Literally and figuratively.
All around you, the air felt stifling and almost impossible to breathe, your lungs wheezing with effort at each futile attempt at an inhale.
"Everythin' alright in there, sweetheart?" A familiar voice called out to you from behind your bedroom door, the cheery tone unsuccessfully hiding the edge of concern that could be heard there.
You gasped around the growing lump in your throat, the strangled sound that followed just loud enough to be heard beyond your walls in spite of how hard you tried to keep yourself quiet.
You hated this part, the helplessness and anguish of it all always made worse by the fact that you were almost never allowed to just go it alone.
There was always a witness to your suffering, someone to see you crumble to pieces before their very eyes.
Your heart lurched uncomfortably within your chest as the door flew open just as you knew it would, the small woman standing on the other side standing there with shadowed and fearful eyes.
She hated this part just as much as you did, but you supposed in a few ways she might have even had it worse.
What in hell would she do if you died under her less than watchful eye?
How could she move on?
What would she ever tell your husband?
"Aw shit, doll..."
She muttered under her breath, the panic in her expression enough to make you wish it were possible to console her around the choking mass in your lungs.
She hadn't signed up for all of this, at least not entirely willingly.
It broke your heart to see her so very afraid for you, your life half clasped within her own typically careless hands.
I feel as though I should give a minor warning for whatās to come, because with all of my other fics Iāve let myself have some fun and be a bit less serious than I typically would when writingā¦
But this southern gothic inspired Alastor series? Oh sheās about to be a dark one, thatās for sureā¦
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