𝑩𝒐𝒘

"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒" ♫⛧⃝𓄃𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠⛧⃝𓄃𖦏 I also post on ao3!!

[redbowrites]

♫ 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓊𝑒 ✮

♬⋆.˚── .✦ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 "𝙱𝚘𝚠" ۶ৎ

♬⋆.˚── .✦ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

♬⋆.˚── .✦ 𝙸 <𝟹 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝑆𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎

♬⋆.˚── .✦ 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ₍^. .^₎

♬⋆.˚── .✦ 𝙸'𝚖 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 ⋆☀︎.

જ⁀➴ ♡ 𝙼.𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

[redbowrites]

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

❦ 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

Alastor informed you that he will be gone for a few hours. You didn't need to ask—you already knew why. Rosie probably needed him to go to the emporium. When he was about to leave the cannibal town, something caught his eyes. He immediately went inside the shop and went to buy it. As you hear the door click inside your shared room, you finally see your love back from his errand. He manifested beside you and gave you something that he said it reminded him of you. It was a beautiful bouquet of red chrysanthemums. It instantly caught his eyes and he was enamored by it—just like how he felt when he first saw you.

"For you, my dearest. Not only did it remind me of you, but it also made me remember how deep my love really is for you."

❦ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

The hotel was bustling with guests that day. You were getting anxious about not getting your job done as the receptionist. Countless sinners have decided not to continue checking in and even harassed you, as a result you became even more tensed. Alastor being the observant one, he immediately noticed the sudden change of your behavior. You weren't always this tense—especially without any valid reasons. You then felt his arm wrap around your waist and gave it a gentle squeeze as he looked at you with those unusually gentle red eyes.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, my dear. How about I help you settle these loathsome sinners?"

❦ 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎.

You were at the bar with Angel and Husk just talking about the mundane things the three of you would usually talk about. Of course, not without Angel cracking some inappropriate jokes here and there and making Husk roll his eyes. The three of you laughed as Angel continued to talk about that one accident that happened in the studio. Feeling that someone was watching you, your eyes then met Alastor's pair of ruby eyes. His sharp and mischievous smile was now replaced with a soft smile paired with yearning-like eyes.

"Your smile really does something inside me that I can't even grasp and understand, my love. How beautiful."

❦ 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.

It was early in the morning when you suddenly woke up without Alastor on your side. It wasn't anything new to you for he probably had something to do considering his deal with a certain overlord from Cannibal town. You slowly sit up and see a letter sitting atop of your nightstand. Alastor would always leave you short letters whenever he wasn't around. No matter how much he had done this, it always makes you feel flattered at the thought that he would always give effort and time just to write letters for you to read every morning. You opened the letter to be greeted by his impeccable penmanship.

"Good morning, my darling. I hope you did have a good sleep. I already cooked you breakfast—it's at the table. I wish to see you smiling when I come back later, have a great day, my love. -A"

❦ 𝑯𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕—𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒐, 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕.

His fingers gracefully glided across the white and black keys as the melody resonated throughout the room. Alastor insisted that you listen to a piece that he composed. Seeing him pour out his soul while playing the piano does something to you. This just proves that not only is he good with his words, he was also good with creating something beautiful—music. You continue to watch the way his eyes remain closed as if he was feeling the music he was making. When his fingers made contact with the last key, he opened his eyes and finally looked at you.

"How was it? I composed this piece only for you, sweetheart. I very much hope you enjoyed it."

❦ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚.

Writing poetry is something Alastor doesn't really do. He would very much rather write scripts for his radio broadcast, play the piano, or do something more important in his eyes—like tormenting sinners. Oh the flowery words and metaphors that he would always see in poetry? It would make him internally grimace and narrow his eyes. But when he can't help but look at you and feel as if those same flowery words and corny metaphors he used to dislike finally making sense to him, he would catch himself suddenly writing on a piece of parchment about how much he longs for you.

"Even these words can't describe and fathom how much I long and yearn for you even if I already have your heart, ma chérie."

❦ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕.

Whenever he speaks, he would always use that usual transatlantic accent of his. So when he went inside your shared room seemingly tired and talked to you as if he didn't just use his Southern accent, you were already a blushing mess.

"Are you alright, baby? You seem really flustered right now." He definitely knew what he was doing with the way his eyes were eating you up.

When the night came, he was sitting on the bed with a book in his hands and reading. You were about to get on the bed as he spoke, "Tu vas te coucher, mon chéri?" You nearly fainted with the way his voice spoke those words. You didn't understand what he just said and you didn't care. You were already beside him looking at him with those glistening doe eyes while still being flustered.

"If I get to see you succumb to your feelings easily like this whenever I use my accents then I guess I should do this more often, ma moitié."

╰┈➤Note: Hello guys.. I'm sorry I haven't been active for a while ՞߹ - ߹՞. Here is a short prompt I decided to write, I hope you guys like it<3.

[redbowrites]

𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝑀𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒜 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉?

SM! Y/N: *remembers a certain goddess* Al, I've got something to tell you.

Alastor: What is it, mon cœur?

SM! Y/N: I'mma let you make me Juno.

Alastor: *tilts his head* Let me make you a what now?

SM! Y/N: I'LL LET YOU MAKE ME JUNO! Oh wait, that's a good song idea! *squeals and then kisses Alastor on the cheek*

Alastor: Dear, what is a Juno..?

Note: This is just an idea from my other fic.

[redbowrites]

"𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒮𝑜 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝒶𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈" 𓆩♡𓆪

♡ "Look at you struggling, how adorable."

♡ "You need not to be shy, little doe. Allow me to hear those sweet sounds of yours."

♡ "You look absolutely delicious with tears in your eyes, my darling."

♡ "Where are you going? We are not done yet."

♡ "Can you hear the sound we're making? That's the sound of our love, mon amour."

♡ "Just like that, that's a good little darling of mine."

♡ "That's it, sing for me my love. Let me adore all of you."

♡ "Why the tears? You wanted this, didn't you, my doe?"

♡ "What a sight—you're trembling under me."

♡ "You liked that didn't you—loved it rather."

[redbowrites]

𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒮𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈: It's December 31st and you are filled with excitement. You are going to celebrate the New Year with your husband, Alastor for the first time as a married couple.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Heads up: This is a Human Alastor x F! Reader.

Note: This was kinda rushed :p

The morning rays slipped through the curtains and you slowly opened your eyes. Upon realizing what day it is, you couldn't help but feel the excitement rush through your whole body.

It's December 31st.

It would be a lie if you didn't say you're extremely looking forward to New Year's Eve given that it's the first time you're celebrating it with your beloved husband, Alastor.

The two of you had been married for a year after years of courtship. Yes, you'd celebrated the New Year's with Alastor before but not as husband and wife—the very reason why you're so eager for this day to come.

You immediately sat up and realized Alastor is no longer on his side of bed. Assuming that he's probably downstairs preparing breakfast, you quickly brushed your teeth and combed your hair to rush down the stairs to see his back facing you as he prepared the food.

Quietly sneaking up behind him, you lock your arms around his waist and nuzzle your cheek against his back before letting out a sleepy yawn.

"Good morning, Al," you can feel the warmth of his body. You silently wish you could stay like this forever.

He turns around and puts his hands on your cheeks. "Well it seems like my little darling wife had woken up from her slumber."

He looks down at you with a gentle curve of his lips. Oh you could just melt by the way he looked at you. The way his eyes softened at the sight of you before him? You think you might be living in heaven on earth.

A quiet giggle escaped your lips. Alastor's hands made their way and settled on your waist. He slowly leaned into you to give you a quick peck on the lips.

Surprised by his sudden actions, you feel your cheeks heating up at the sudden affection he gave you.

Alastor would rarely give you a kiss on the lips and the fact that he didn't even hesitate to give you a kiss just meant that this day was going to be absolutely perfect.

Enjoying the flustered state you're in, Alastor decided it would be adorable to tease you. "Come now, my dear. The breakfast is going to get cold if you keep staring at me like that." He said with a teasing grin.

As the two of you ate breakfast, Alastor had mentioned that he would be back by the early evening since his radio show would end earlier than usual due to the New Year's Eve.

Understanding that Alastor had to leave for his work, you could only nod with a small pout. Alastor saw and let out a small chuckle before saying, "It'll be just a couple of hours, ma moitié. Don't miss me too much, I'll be back before you even know it."

-

Before you knew it, you had given Alastor his goodbye kiss and is now on his merry way to work.

Silently waving to his fading car, you finally go upstairs to wrap the gift you had prepared for him.

Taking out the small leather box from your closet, its smooth surface rich in color and neatly stitched. The lid opened softly, revealing clean velvet inside, untouched and waiting. The pocket watch gleamed in silver, its surface polished to a soft shine. The ivory face bore delicate Roman numerals and slender blue-steel hands, resting quietly at the center. A fine chain lay coiled beside it, ready to catch the light.

You'd seen Alastor check the time almost every time when the two of you are out so you thought that gifting him a pocket watch would be the wisest idea. You just really hoped that he'd love it.

You then carefully placed the pocket watch back in its velvet-lined box, then wrapped it in crisp paper, tying it with a neat silk ribbon. The package looked simple, elegant, and full of quiet thoughtfulness.

The night came and you've already finished preparing all the food for New Year's Eve. Of course, you didn't forget his mother's jambalaya and gumbo recipe.

Once you were done baking the dark chocolate flavored cake, you had given your kind neighbors some of the dishes you prepared for the occasion.

It was common knowledge to you that Alastor wasn't quite fond of sweets—so you had decided to not make the cake too sweet and chose dark chocolate as the flavor considering that it had a hint of bitterness.

After coming to the fact that you were finally done, you decided now is the great time to take a hot shower and doll yourself up for the evening.

You took a shower and sat on the vanity while you dried your hair. Thinking about what to wear, you decided to wear the maroon dress Alastor had gifted you last month.

Putting on your red lipstick, you finally stand up to check yourself in the mirror.

You look absolutely ravishing—as Alastor would say.

Hearing the sound of his car, you check yourself at the mirror one last time before welcoming him at the door.

Alastor stepped inside your shared home and was greeted by you embracing him into a hug.

You muttered a low and sweet, "Welcome home, Al."

He relaxed into the hug as he kissed your head. Turning his attention to the dishes you had prepared earlier he can't help but feel a tug at his heart when he realized you had prepared his mother's recipe.

"Mon cœur, you.." his eyes darted its way to look at you tenderly, "thank you, for preparing maman's recipe. I couldn't have asked for anything else better than this."

Laughing softly, you put on jazz on the phonograph and say, "How about a little dance with the esteemed radio host of New Orleans? Sounds good?" You give him a cheeky smile.

"I'd be more than delighted to do so, my dearest."

The soft glow of the living room lamp spilled over the polished floor as the record crackled to life, filling the space with smooth jazz. He took your hands gently, guiding you close, and the two of you swayed together, slow and easy, moving as if the rest of the world had faded away.

Your head rested lightly against his shoulder, and every note seemed to trace the curve of your bodies. The music wrapped around you and Alastor, warm and intimate, while their hearts kept time to the rhythm, and the quiet hush of the night made everything feel timeless.

Alastor looked down at you with a tender, almost reverent gaze, eyes full of quiet affection. The music filled the air, but all he could see was you, and all you could feel was him.

A short moment passed and you suddenly perked up at the sudden thought you just remembered. You excuse yourself to go upstairs and go straight to your shared bedroom.

You get the neatly wrapped gift and go back to see Alastor in the living room.

When you showed it to Alastor, his eyes went wide within a span of a second.

"Happy New Year, Alastor—my dearest." You beam at him. You handed the gift to Alastor, examining it, he made a comment, "I can tell you really did put a lot of effort in wrapping this gift, my love." His eyes then caught the way your cheeks turned red. Alastor really did love making you lose your composure.

Gently ripping the parchment you used, he was greeted with the same leather box and inside—was the pocket watch you bought him.

"It ain't much but.. I really thought you might find it useful, Al." A bit of nervousness filled you. What if Alastor didn't find it quite important?

Before you knew it, Alastor took a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside the small box was a ring—not just any other ring.

It wasn't like the plain golden band the two of you shared when you married him. No, this was different.

Slowly reaching out to your other ring finger, he put it on you. "Thank you for your gift, my dear. I’ll absolutely cherish it. And would you look at that,” he looks at the ring around your finger with such a loving look in his eyes, “just as I thought—I knew it would look remarkable on you, my darling."

The ring was a silver band adorned with a small ruby at the center. "This was maman's, she told me I ought to give this to the woman I'll love unconditionally—that is you, mon cœur."

You feel your vision getting blurry and you pressed your head against his chest and embraced him. "Thank you, Al. One year of this marriage had made me realize that I really do have the perfect husband," you look up at him.

Alastor then chuckled, "No, my dear. I should be the one thanking you for putting up with a man like me. What could I have possibly done to have such a magnificent woman like you?"

Your pupils dilate at his statement.

Before you came into Alastor’s life, his everyday life felt like a routine— it was full of mundane things he had always seen before. When you step foot in his life, oh he was absolutely enamoured. You were the missing piece he had been missing in his life.

And then you both hear it. The sound of fireworks is just a bit far from your neighborhood.

You take Alastor's hands and lead him in front of your porch.

"Look Al! Looks like we've got a free fireworks show!" Eyes bright with excitement, your gaze went from the fireworks in the sky to Alastor. Only to see his pair of beautiful brown eyes already set on your figure. Alastor would happily admit that he's happy at where he is. Here enjoying the last day of the year, with you—the love of his life. He can't help but admire the way you look right this moment. The way the various colors of the fireworks in the night sky perfectly illuminated your beauty? The moonlight on your hair made it look like you were its goddess.

You truly have bewitched him.

You feel yourself melt under his gaze, and then it hits you. You're his as he is yours and nothing can ever change that fact.

From the distance, you hear your neighbors counting down. Laughter and happiness filled the air in anticipation of what the new year is going to give the folks.

In the midst of voices, Alastor's voice erupted beside you.

"It's a tradition to kiss at midnight, mon amour," he says with that sucrose filled voice.

Without any further notice, the clock hits midnight and you feel his warm lips against yours.

You close your eyes and you feel Alastor's eyes still looking at you. He wanted to drown in this feeling forever. His lips on yours for the rest of eternity. That would be wonderful, he thinks.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds before it ended.

You embrace him tightly as you whisper to his ears, "Happy New Year, Alastor. I wish to experience more of this with you, and we will! Thank you for being my husband. I love you."

Alastor plants a small kiss on your head and says, "Oh hush you, it seems so my luck was with me when I married you. Such a lovely dame I have. I love you more than anything, ma cherie."

Note: Advanced Happy New Year to everyone<3.

[redbowrites]

𝐵𝑒𝑒 𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒜𝑔𝑒

Y/N: look at your dad, such a dork keeping bees.

Niffty: ...

Y/N: I mean it's.. at least he's interesting though at least like... I wish my dad kept bees.

Niffty: *glances at you then goes back to fixing her bug band*

Y/N: I mean, it's kind of cute like, your dad keeps bees.

Niffty: ...

Y/N: *eyes Alastor up and down* How old is your dad? Because he's obviously bee keeping age.

Baxter: *gives you a look*

Y/N: I don't know.. I think it's kind of sweet *bites finger*

Baxter: I don't like where this is going.

Y/N: Niff, I wanna fuck your dad.

Niffty: Oh really?

[redbowrites]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪ : 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒:

'𝑪𝒖𝒛 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 - 𝙰 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆? - 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘 𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍—𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆: 𝟏 𝟐 - 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - It's December 31st and you are filled with excitement. You are going to celebrate the New Year with your husband, Alastor for the first time as a married couple.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒:

𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔<𝟑

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒:

𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒈𝒆

𝑰'𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖..

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒 (sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɴ' sᴘɪᴄʏ):

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 ෆ

𝐒𝐨.. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭..?

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𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝒮𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝐹𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

𝒮𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈: Upon realizing you are now stuck with Alastor and this marriage filled with love, you could only hope he doesn't show his love in a way like this.

જ⁀➴ ♡Heads up: This is a Human Alastor and there will be major character death. This is the second part of this.

You know the sole reason why Alastor had married you years prior to this marriage—societal benefits. That was all you were to him.

A benefit.

And yet you accepted your fate like a willing prisoner. You found out about his murderous and cannibalistic practices and you stayed. You had no choice. Yet you couldn't help but feel something for him.

Was it love? Certainly not. Who in their right mind would feel love for a cannibalistic serial killer who uses them for their own benefits? No, this feeling must be anything but not love. You'd be fucked in the head if that were to be the case. If you consider yourself in love with him.

Love would feel incredibly foreign shall if it came out of Alastor's mouth. Is the word "love" even in Alastor's vocabulary?

You're not quite sure. For all you knew, the only woman he had ever loved truthfully and genuinely was the woman who had birthed him—his mother.

It was clear to everyone he knew he considered his mother as precious. The greatest woman he had ever known his whole entire life. The strongest.

You remember the first time you met him. He had mentioned his mother at least three times. He had mentioned his mother's jambalaya recipe and how you'd absolutely fall in love with it. He was right. When you had tried it, the first bite you fell in love. The second bite, you savored the taste. The third? You couldn't get enough of it and wanted more. You ate and savored the taste of each bite that you didn't even notice that your plate became empty.

It may also seem like you fell for another thing that was not his mother’s jambalaya—but also something that came from his mother.

There's a voice in your mind saying that it's fine. It's fine that he's using you. At least he found you useful enough to give you mercy and let you stay right? Because where else would you go if you were to tell the authorities? Would they even believe you? You were a woman after all.

You'd only be labeled as a hysterical woman who's far too ungrateful for her perfect husband.

You should be grateful. He was a bachelor and he even spared you a glance.

However, various thoughts run around in your mind that would cause your insides to churn.

Was it yearning? Yearning to be loved by him after you've engaged in his heinous acts? You might have screws loose. One might say you’re starting to get greedy and desperate.

After all, Alastor had such a funny way of saying he loves you.

Alastor had such a funny way of showing his affections. At least, that's what you think. He prepares his mother's recipe for the both of you and he bakes desserts, but not for him—for you. The man had no taste for such sweet treats and yet he did it for you. The way he’d notice small details about you. He knows about what you like and dislike. The way your eyes sparkle when he’d make you sugar cookies using his mother’s recipe.

He knew you so well just like how a loving husband would know his beloved wife. But you knew where you and Alastor stood. The two of you are far from that. It’s definitely not the former.

And oh, how he loves you so much that he can't find the right words to say it. It might also seem like he takes the saying, "Distance makes your heart grow fonder," seriously by the distance he seeks between the two of you whenever he retires for the night. You are flattered by the distance he seeks.

He just knows how to thrill you. Oh, but it kills you. He had such a funny way of saying he loves you.

He wakes up from the same bed as you then he forgets about you and it gets you every time. He always leaves you with an empty space in the bed.

You touch his side of the bed and it always feels so cold in the morning.

When you call him from work he doesn't answer. You tell yourself he's busy because he is trying to show you that you're the girl he longs for every day.

Sometimes, it's funny how you'd hear from some folks that he would frequent speakeasies drinking. He was out at night drinking. You also find it funny how you'd find yourself waiting for him in your home.

So when the morning came, and a police officer with a terrifying glare came knocking on your door knowing something you don't, he blatantly announced the sudden death of your husband. It's quite funny how Alastor was mistaken for a deer and was shot perfectly in the head while hiding a body.

He’d be quite offended by how he was mistaken as a prey animal, you thought. He was far from being a prey. He was the one to hunt the prey—not the other way around.

You found it quite funny that the police had to interrogate you and leave you no time to mourn for his death. He’d soon be labeled as the monster of his hometown but he wouldn't know that—he’s dead. He had left you all alone now. Alone to take care of the damage he had done.

It's funny how his grave was not even close to being a grave considering all the writings written on it. Even in death, it seems like he won't escape being called names he deserved.

It is most certainly laughable and funny how you found yourself being confined for a long time inside your home just to avoid the humiliation he caused you to deal with after his death.

The name calling, the harassment, the gossip about you. It was all so funny to you.

This whole love story of a marriage must be regarded as comedy for how many times it made you laugh and put you on the verge of losing yourself.

You had dealt with this from the very start, every single time.

It was all so funny that you had to laugh just so you don't cry.

Just so you don't cry in front of the people he had once showed you off.

He really did have such a funny way of loving you.

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𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝒮𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈: Getting to marry Alastor was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He was the perfect husband—he is a gentleman who respects you more than any man could ever do. However, it is common to have some little conflicts throughout marriage.

જ⁀➴ ♡Heads up: This is a Human Alastor x F!Reader and there will be graphic themes.

From the eyes of others, they might think you're the luckiest woman for marrying Alastor.

But you knew deep down that wasn't true. They are right that he was a gentleman—a thoughtful and a respectful husband. You should be grateful he even married someone like you.

You—a timid young woman who managed to catch the attention of New Orleans' bachelor, Alastor.

The first time the two of you crossed paths, was the first time you went to a speakeasy with a friend. You tend to stay inside your shell and Alastor saw that. You seemed like the perfect quiet companion he could have by his side to avoid those rumors going around that he wasn't interested in the opposite sex. He was in the age where most men are already married with children.

The fact that he was already past those ages only added fuel to those speculations.

So then, he went and talked to you. It seemed like he was smitten by you if the scene was judged by the others. The bachelor of New Orleans was now smitten—bewitched by a young maiden—you.

After a long time of courting you, the seed he planted has borne fruit for the last couple of years. He had married you—he was content. You were content.

You, however—were now stuck in a loveless marriage. You should've known from the start. From his rehearsed way of showing his affections to you in public and private.

The wife who waited for her husband to come home from work while working inside the very home the two of you shared. But oh, no one could've prepared you for the scene that you saw during the first year of your marriage.

-

It was the weekend and your friend had invited you to an outing in town—eating at the town's cafe while catching up and going through boutiques to buy some clothing. You had mentioned to Alastor beforehand that you might come home late since you were also going to visit her home to meet her husband and their child.

Alastor could only feel the excitement as he agreed to take you to town.

The whole day, you enjoyed catching up with your friend through coffee and pastry. She had asked you how the marriage was going.

You could only make a small smile with a furrowed brow and say, "We are doing better. He's busy with his radio shows—yes, but he makes time for me."

After that, you bought yourself some new clothes and finally went to her home to meet her husband and child. You could only wonder if Alastor had already eaten dinner.

Alastor is enjoying his time. It has been a while since he had cooked something like this in his kitchen. Ever since he married you, he couldn't find the right time to engage in his cannibalistic acts.

He was cutting the limbs of the new special meat he just caught. An abuser and a sexist. What a combination.

An hour passed and he was halfway done with cutting the torso. He was so distracted in his own little world while humming a soft jazz tune that he didn't notice you coming inside your house.

After a long day, all you ever wanted was to take a shower and go to bed. You expect Alastor to not be home yet considering he always came home late.

You walked inside your home and made your way into the kitchen only to find your husband there. The sound of your footsteps on the floorboards came to a halt when you saw him.

Your husband—professionally cutting off something's or rather, someone's limbs. You could only hope it was a pig's. The decapitated head that lies on the side says otherwise. It was so gruesome your muscles are starting to feel numb causing you to drop your bags and purse onto the floor.

You hadn't expected to come home and see this. You didn't know what to do.

Alastor's eyes traveled from the meat in front of him to you. The bags you brought home surrounded you as you began to tremble with fear. You could only take a few steps back before Alastor makes his way to you with a knife in hand. Your back hits the wall and your legs feel like jelly.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't expect you to come home just yet! Such a scene you had to see." He looked down on you with a murderous look in his eyes. It was dark—scheming, like he was doing it the whole time. Alastor then does something unexpected. He hugs you.

He embraced you tightly in his arms. One would think this was a romantic scene between husband and wife.

Your breathing starts to quicken as tears start running down your cheeks. You wept as you dropped onto your knees and shielded yourself from him. It was a sad and pathetic attempt of you trying to stop him from coming near you.

He cooed at you as he kept trapping you in his inescapable embrace, "Shhh, it's all fine and dandy, my dear. Everything's going to be just right if you listen to me." His voice should've comforted you, but you couldn't help but notice the hint of pressure in his voice.

You hiccup and tried to speak, "Y-you're.. the bayou butcher, are you..?" You weakly asked with your face stained with tears.

Alastor could only let out a small chuckle before he answered, "You really are a clever one, ma cherie. I made the right choice choosing you. You won't make me regret the choice that I made now, would you?" You feel hands stroking your head as he leans his head against yours. His words and affections are useless to you, it won't fix the damage that was done.

Yet he was persistent.

"We can go back to normal after this, my dear. This is just you finding another side of me. You need not to cry." He keeps whispering sweet nothings to your ears. It's like he's trying to communicate to a grave for you kept sobbing while trying to get away from his touch.

Trying to get away from his touch as he was burning you with his sins. Like you hadn't enjoyed his touch whenever he would touch you in public to show his love for you. You start to realize something. Yes, it was all just for show after all. For everyone to see. He had married you not because he loves you. He married you because he saw you as someone useful. You are used as a societal benefit.

But at least you made yourself useful, right? Pathetic.

You begged him, "P-please.. Don't kill me. Alastor, please." You begged and begged as you wailed in his arms.

By the time you already feel your body getting tired from crying, you relax yourself against his warm body. Alastor took the chance, "I would never hurt you, sweetheart. No, not you. You are too precious to die. Now be a darling wife and listen to what I have to say." He gives you a closed eye smile.

You look at him and wait for the next words that would come out of his mouth.

His bloody hands then cupped your cheek causing you to look at his hands.

"You are to never speak about this to anyone. If you do, well my dear, I'd say the outcome wouldn't be pleasant for both you and me."

-

You steal a few breaths from the empty living room for a minute. The tea you prepared for yourself had been cold for quite a while now. The sad frown in your face is evident. You feel the cold sin on your back—turning a blind eye to all the nefarious acts he had done.

Soon all of the memories and all of the things you had seen will be gone, with your eyes, with your body, with you.

But you and Alastor will always stick together. It has always been just you and him, together.

And when you're out without him, you're the clueless idiot with a painted face in the corner, taking up space.

But when he walks in and people see—you are loved.

You are loved.

Just you and your husband being better, together—forever.

Note: Sad attempt of Bow writing a crime scene.

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𝒜 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒?

𝒮𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈: You always wear those lacklustre clothing of yours. When Angel takes matters into his own hands and makes you wear something everyone is not used to seeing you in, let’s just say a certain overlord who resides in the hotel is surprised—in a good way.

જ⁀➴ ♡Heads up: This is an Alastor x F!Reader.

You were a weird one.

Well at least that's what Alastor thought.

How could he not? You were always seen with an aloof expression—your brows always furrowed and your face painted with nonchalance. The white button down with the black slacks that you always wore would always make him wonder if you had any clothes aside from those.

Occasionally, he would see you wear your usual clothing adorned with a black necktie and a black suit. Another thought would come to his mind, why is it that you only wear black and white? Were you perhaps a corporate back then to the point that you didn't have any casual clothes?

Well, it's not like he could care less about what you wear as you didn't really seem to care about what he wears.

At least that's what he tells himself.

-

Another day, another day of being the hotel's finance manager. Well.. at least it is for you.

Getting up on your bed, you groggily let out a yawn that you've been wanting to let out.

These past few weeks have been busy and stressful on your behalf. Two months have passed since the last extermination and Charlie was filled with enthusiasm that she decided, "Guys I have an idea! What if.. we throw a party this month as a celebration and also to attract sinners to rehabilitate themselves!"

That day was today, unfortunately.

Putting on your everyday attire, you couldn't help but feel a little excited about the event the hotel's going to host.

After finally leaving your room, you were met with the tall lanky spider you became extremely close with in the lobby.

"H-hello, Angel," you greet him as you walk towards him.

"Heya toots, so what d'ya have in mind to wear for later?" He asked with a hint of mischief hiding in his voice. Angel swore he could predict what you were about to answer and he could only pray to whatever sin listening to him that you don’t answer with what he thinks you’re going to say.

Hesitating for a second you answered, "Uh.. this?" You pointed at your usual clothes.

Dumbfounded by your answer, Angel quickly snatched your hand while saying, "Nu-uh ain't no way you’re actually gonna wear those shitty ass clothes," he gasp, "yeah, you’re comin' with me."

Those are his last famous words before you got dragged by him to go to a boutique.

-

Walking around the streets of Pentagram City, you and Angel finally arrive at the so-called boutique he kept telling you about. Judging by his choice of clothing, you really can't tell if this was a good idea or not.

When you finally got inside, it actually wasn't that bad. In fact, you liked some of their clothing. However, Angel had another thing in mind and decided that it would be fun for him to choose the clothes you were going to buy.

You could only sigh as you watched him go through the clothing racks. "I don't want anything too colorful, Angel."

"Yeah, yeah whatever, toots. I'm just doing you a favor you know," he said while eyeing you up and down.

Looking down at your black slacks and white sleeves, you could only hope he chooses white and black as the color.

-

By the time the two of you finally came back at the hotel, Angel immediately guided you to his room for you to try the clothes he chose for you. You almost tripped on the way up due to him rushing you. You could only let out a sigh of relief when the two of you finally reached his room.

He gave you the paper bag and inside was the said clothes. You went inside his bathroom as you finally stripped off your clothes. Examining the clothes inside the bag, you paid no mind to it at first.

You thought that you'd only judge it when you're finally wearing it. And huh. Would you look at that? It actually kind of looks good on you.

You looked at the mirror as a foreign feeling washes over you. The long white sleeves were no longer there and the black slacks were nowhere to be found.

Instead, you were now wearing a sleeveless white button down that hugged every curve of your waist and chest. The loose black ribbon that you tied on the collar really paired well with the white top. You notice a crimson colored choker on the bag and think that maybe Angel decided that you could match his own black choker. You clasp the maroon choker on your neck and you were glad it didn't feel uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

The black slacks were long gone and now replaced with black shorts that stopped below your ass—made you feel a bit uneasy considering the amount of skin showing.

It was like your everyday clothes, but it showed more skin. You should've known that Angel would pull something like this considering that Charlie said it was going to be a party.

For your shoes, you just decided to wear your usual black loafers while you paired it with black knee high socks that would then cause your skin to spill out. The socks you found in the bag did make you feel a bit better considering that it reached at least your thighs.

Sighing, you finally decided to come out and show Angel. The moment you opened the door, Angel was already whistling, "I knew you had a good figure hiding under those suits!"

You didn't really know what to say but said, "Thank.. you?" with an awkward smile. Looking at Angel, he had a change of outfit himself. The striped suit that would show his chest was now in the color of hot pink and black. He looked nice, you thought.

-

As everyone prepared for the event, you and Angel just decided to have a little drink before the party starts. Though, you didn't really want to drink, you just decided to accompany your friend. As Husk finally noticed you and Angel's presence, you didn't fail to notice the slight blush that formed on his cheeks when he saw Angel. Their relationship with each other was something that piqued your interest—you thought that they're cute together considering all the things that had happened between them.

The two of you sat down on the stool in front of the bar, now facing the cat bartender. When Husk also noticed your presence, he raised a brow.

"Didn't know you were the type to wear those, kid. Thought you were conservative," he then took a swig of his drink.

"It's not me, okay? It's Angel.. I said I wanted to wear my usual clothes but he insisted that I wear something else," you couldn't help but blush a little at the thought that Husk considered you to be conservative considering the fact that you really weren't. You just didn't have the time to go through your clothes.

Angel chuckled as he requested Husk his drink, "I was doin' her a favor, I mean just look at how fine she looks! You two should give me more credits," he once again eyed you up and down, but with a proud look as if he just did service to a country.

Just as you were about to say something, you feel the sudden shift in the air as Alastor suddenly appears beside your stool.

He puts his attention to husk as his staff laid beside him. "Whiskey—neat, dear Husker." He knew Husk did not once like that nickname and yet he still used it. Why, you may ask? Well it's simple. He loves tormenting people.

Husk could only let out an annoyed sound as he went to prepare his owner's whiskey.

After a second, Alastor finally turned his head to you and your friend. "Well, hello there, my dear! Didn't quite see you there," lies, "you're just so quiet I didn't even notice your presence. One would think you were an assassin in life!" He laughs at the thought.

Angel cracks a laugh at Alastor's statement. "Smiles, don't tell me you don't know." Alastor could only turn his head to the side and raise a brow with a confused smile.

Now cackling like a damn crack head, Angel then continued, "She worked in a corporate job back then. But the salary was so low, she left to become an assassin and joined some shady group."

Your friend then looked at you with a smirk and it made you feel a bit embarrassed now that Alastor knows your past. You didn't really have any problems with other people finding out but still..

"When she accidentally told me, I also couldn't believe it at first considering her.. timid nature." Angel then proceeded to put his arm around you.

Alastor's eyes narrowed as a strong sound of static filled the air. It had you and Angel almost covering your ears. Husk could only roll his eyes—being done with Alastor's bullshit as he finally handed the drink to Alastor.

Alastor takes the drink as he mutters a "thank you" to Husk. His mother raised him to be grateful, okay? He doesn't want to disappoint his mother now. His eyes then gazed at you as he took a sip.

"I didn't know you had it in you, my dear!" he teased. "Your quiet nature must've come in handy with your missions! You really are full of surprises, darling."

His eyes widened for 0.3 seconds when he finally noticed the sudden change of your attire. Where did your usual, boring attire go? And why is it now replaced with.. that?

Well, you looked absolutely ravishing with the change of clothing but he wasn't used to you showing too much skin than usual.

Actually, this might be the first time anyone at the hotel has seen you with a sleeveless top and shorts. He savored the way you look for a good ten seconds with such a look one would only call.. desire.

"Speaking of surprises, why the sudden change of attire, my dear? Finally got bored with those uniforms of yours?" Uniform? Did he really call your everyday clothes "uniform"? Well, you can't really blame him for calling it uniform—it's literally what you wear every single day. I know, boring right?

Squeezing your right arm, you sheepishly answer his question. "Angel just thought that.. it would be nice if I didn't show up to the party with my usual clothes."

And Angel took pride in that. "I did such a great job dolling her up didn't I, Smiles?" He raised a brow as he showcased you to both men in the bae like you were a miracle from heaven itself.

Alastor only hummed as he drank the last bits of whiskey. "Quite a great job you did with her, pal. She does look extra charming with that choice of clothing." Alastor realized he had said too much when he saw the surprised reactions from the three of you.

He then stood up and fixed you with a big smile that one would say looked a little more genuine than Alastor would like to admit, "Enjoy the party, my darling! I'll be sure to dance with you later." And with that, his shadows already enveloped him and he's gone—leaving you, Husk, and Angel in silence.

Husk was the first to break the silence, "What the fuck was that?"

You suddenly feel a pair of Angels hands on your shoulders as he looks you straight in the eyes. "Tell me the details when he finally fucks you, okay?" He said with such seriousness that Husk spat out his drink.

You frowned at the statement. "Angel, what the fuck?" Concerned. You were seriously concerned. I mean yeah, Alastor doesn't really always give compliments to anyone, and the fact that he's always with you doesn't mean.. anything.. Also, the fact that he openly admitted that you looked EXTRA charming.. could only mean that he was most fond of you among the people in this tacky hotel. Wait, he thought you were charming?

Angel could only enjoy the blush that was starting to form in your face when he realized you noticed the way Alastor looked at you earlier. "Oh he's so into INTO ya, toots! Didn't you see the way he looked at you? He was admirin’ you up and down! You gon' get laid after this after this and it's because of me!" He exclaimed with such pride. "Such an honor," he added.

You ignored Angel's sexual remarks about the events earlier and just focused on one single thought. Did Alastor really think you're.. charming?

Note: Reze inspired outfit:3

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'𝒞𝓊𝓏 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶 𝐵𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒲𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃

𝒮𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈: A famous young singer in Pride Ring is in a relationship with a certain media overlord but they don't know it yet. When they find out, let's just say they are a mixed bag of emotions.

જ⁀➴ ♡Heads up: This is an Alastor x F!Reader. This fic focuses more on the reader's perspective soo.. By the way.. Reader is extremely head over heels for Alastor.. (Like I am 🥺) + divider is from saradika-graphics:3

Note: Sabrina Carpenter was inspired <3

You hear everyone's cheer as you finally sing the last lyric of your last song for this show.

You sang the last lines of your song, "Oh you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her~."

You grin at the crowd as you hit your final pose. "Thank you so much, Pride Ring for having me tonight."

Screams and cries filled the arena—countless sinners screaming your name to get your attention. Seeing how far you've come after all these years, you can't help but tear up at the sight before you.

The colorful confetti then started to slowly fall from above as you wave slowly to the crowd to finally dismiss your show.

The silver band with red ruby that was wrapped around your ring finger shined as you continued to wave until you finally reached the backstage.

-

The moment you got into your home, you immediately went inside the bathroom to get a long shower. The warm water eased your tensed muscles after a long day of your show. When you finally got out of the bathroom, you threw on your most comfortable pajamas and went to bed.

You get your phone and decide to scroll through Sinstagram.

PRIDE_RING_TOUR

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[Y/N, Hell's famous singer also known as Sweet Melody, has been photographed with a ring on her ring finger. ]

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You raised a brow and examined the picture taken. You slowly realized it was you waving your hand. However, the ring he recently gave was also shown. You forgot about that. Oops. Oh well.

You continued to check other posts about your latest show and the majority of it was about the mysterious ring on your ring finger. You couldn't help but chuckle at the speculations your fans are making.

Yawning, you finally put down your phone and set it on your nightstand. That's when you notice something sitting on your nightstand.

A bouquet of various flowers. You know his love of the Victorian language of flowers. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him leaving this on your nightstand before doing his work. You quickly stood up and filled up your vase with water and settled the flowers in there. You couldn't just let these flowers die easily! You know how he is. Giving flowers is basically him showing his love for you.

You couldn't help but frown a little though. It's been quite a while since the two of you went out on a date ever since both of your schedules started getting more busy. You miss him so much. He was the reason why you are where you are right now. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have a good life in Hell—you were so grateful for him. Always.

Sighing, you couldn't help but write a little something for him and leave it on your nightstand before going to sleep.

-

The morning rays slipped through your blinds as your eyes slowly opened. You sit up and rub the remnants of sleep off your eyes. When you finally come to your senses, you notice a letter and a box with a crimson colored ribbon tied around it.

You decided to read the letter first. It read, "Good morning, mon cher. I've read your letter and we shall meet each other tonight. Be a dear and wear the dress inside the box, mon amour. -A."

You couldn't help but smile. Him leaving gifts has become a part of his love language even if he doesn't admit it. Every time you point it out, he insists that it's, "How a gentleman shows his affection for his dearest love."

Without wasting any more time, you finally untied the ribbon gently. As you opened it, you were greeted with a red dress and a pair of shoes.

When you pick up the dress you are greeted with a deep, romantic crimson, sprinkled with tiny white polka dots that give it a soft, vintage charm. Its short sleeves gently drape over the shoulders, while the neckline dips into a flattering V-shape, gathered delicately at the bust with a subtle tie that adds a touch of sweetness. The fabric flows down into an A-line skirt that would undoubtedly sway with every movement you'd make.

The next were the shoes, the shoes are glossy Mary Jane heels in a rich, matching red—almost like liquid wine under soft lighting. They have a rounded toe, a modest block heel, and a slim strap across the top secured with a tiny silver buckle, giving them a charming, doll-like elegance. They’re the kind of shoes that make every step sound confident yet graceful, just like how he likes things are—graceful and elegant.

You gently hang the dress on the dresser and let the shoes settle inside your closet.

After taking a bath and doing light makeup, you opened your phone just to be greeted with millions of notifications from your social media. You checked your assistant's messages, they told you that you're going to have a quick interview this afternoon for publicity. You replied and told them you're almost done getting ready.

You finish your makeup and decide to wear a sleek black mini dress with long fitted sleeves and thin shoulder straps that frame a square neckline. The fabric is smooth and slightly ribbed, creating a clean, body-hugging silhouette. Your outfit includes sheer black tights that add a soft, polished sheen. The shoes are glossy black platform heels with tall block soles and thin ankle straps that catch the light with each shift.

You bring your essentials and leave your house. While waiting outside, you couldn't help but get more excited for tonight. The thought of finally spending time together made you blush like a high school girl with a crush.

The sound of a car honking woke you up in your trance, you get inside and get greeted by your assistant. "You did well yesterday, miss! Everyone was still on cloud nine after last night's show."

You smile at them, "Thank you, I wouldn't have been able to do it without the agency," you didn't really start big to be honest. You were once just a small performer in jazz clubs. That was the sole reason for how you met him. You could still remember it, the day you caught his eyes with your charm and angelic voice.

Your assistant continued to ramble about your previous show until they finally mentioned the interview, "This interview is going to be posted on the agency channel by the way, so you don't need to worry about it being live because it's not."

You let out a relieved sigh with that statement. You were a tad nervous that if you were suddenly hit with a question, you wouldn't be able to answer it properly on the spot. So being able to retake those parts means you could answer it more properly.

When you finally reached your destination, the studio looked like it was a living room, the design was exquisite—the lighting wasn't too hard on the eyes and the couch you were going to sit on looked so comfortable considering the light pink color it's adorned with.

The production crew gave you an idea on how the interview is going to be. You are going to make a short introduction and they're going to start asking questions behind the camera. Each question will be taken separately which makes you less tense.

You touched up for a bit and now the interview was about to start. You get seated comfortably as you gracefully cross your legs and place one of our hands on your thighs.

The director starts his countdown as a cue for you to start your short introduction. The moment he said one, you immediately put on a bright smile and waved at the camera, "Hi, this is Y/N, you may know me as Sweet Melody and this is an AM Agency interview and I'm here to answer 10 of your most frequent questions."

The interviewer started to ask the first question, "Who is Sweet Melody?"

You let out a short laugh before answering, "Uh, me?" you laugh again, "unless you know someone else named Sweet Melody. I actually searched and checked, I was the only one with that name. I'm a singer in Hell, basically."

"When was Sweet Melody's first ever performance?"

Your eyes widened a bit at the question, "Oh, I was actually pretty new in Hell back then, and I mostly only performed in jazz clubs so I think maybe a while ago?" You didn't really want to spill a lot of information considering this was hell, but you still wanted to answer these questions truthfully.

"When did Sweet Melody become famous?"

You put your right hand under your chin and started thinking for a few moments, "Hmm.. to be frank with you, I actually don't remember since I'm extremely bad with remembering things heh, sorry," you throw a peace sign.

"Did Verosika Mayday and Sweet Melody meet?"

"Yeah! I actually did and if some of you still don't know, she did a collab with me just a year ago so if you haven't listened to it go check 'Taste', " that collab was one of the best collabs you've ever had if you're being honest. "The music video was absolutely incredible and I think we just sort of clicked together. She's fun to be with and I can say I enjoyed filming that MV with her."

"Is Sweet Melody and Verosika Mayday dating?"

Your smile faltered the moment you heard the question and you couldn't help but giggle at the dumb thought, "What, no!" you continued to giggle, "I'm not dating her and I've never dated Verosika. Let me guess? Is it because of the kiss on the cheek during the Taste MV? I get that she's talented and absolutely ravishing but we're not an item of sorts."

"How tall is Sweet Melody?"

You made a face at the question and said, "I was exactly 5 feet tall when I was alive back in high school, and when I fell and checked.. I don't think there was any difference with my height." You forced a smile.

"How old was Sweet Melody when she fell?"

Well that question is something. You opened your mouth to speak and went to close it again. Are you really supposed to answer this question? You looked at your assistant and they just shrugged. You decided to just answer the question because nothing's gonna change anyway, "I was pretty young when I fell—I was nineteen. I mean, it's fine? I guess. Considering where I am right now, I couldn't be any more grateful for what I have."

"Does Sweet Melody know Rosie?"

Beaming at the question, you earnestly answered, "Yes! I know Rosie and she's one of the best women I've ever met here in Hell. She's basically like a mother to me, you know? If she watches this, she's probably giggling right now. I've advertised her emporium before and it was fun! Really!"

"Onto the second to the last question—this was pretty recent actually. 'Where did Sweet Melody's ring come from?', fans really seemed to be curious about that ring of yours since your previous show," the interviewer finished.

The ring on your finger? Oh! Your eyes widened as it traveled on your ring finger that had a silver band adorned with a ruby stone at the center. "Oh uhm! It was given to me just recently," thinking about what else to say, you failed to think of any more answers to answer that question as you sheepishly scratch the back of your neck while you let out a nervous laugh.

Ignoring the lack of answers from the question, the interviewer stated the last question, "Is Sweet Melody in a romantic relationship?"

Oh no. This was the question you were certainly scared to answer. Thinking about that one time you mentioned about making your relationship with him public, he didn't really seem to care as he only replied with, "Well, let them talk, darling. Nothing is ever gonna change the fact that you're mine so I see no harm in that."

Smiling softly, you finally answer, "Yes. I am indeed in a relationship with someone—for a while now actually."

You can feel the subtle shift of energy inside the studio as the interviewer finally finished the interview, "Well there you go, sinners! That's it for Sweet Melody with AM interview!" the interviewer continued with the lines until you realized the interview was already finished.

The production crew gave you a bouquet and took photos with you as they gave their gratitude.

When you exited the building with your assistant, you remembered your date with him tonight. With the date set tonight, you told your assistant to just drop you off at your house.

By the time you're finally in front of your house, it was almost night time. You quickly bid your assistant good bye as you hurriedly went inside your house.

Taking a quick shower and redoing your makeup, you take the shoes and the dress he gave you and finally wear it. The last step was now fixing your hair, you gently brushed your hair and wore a red hairband. Your fringe was framing your face perfectly and the color of the hairband complements the beautiful color of your hair.

You look in front of the mirror and look at yourself. Beautiful—that's how you looked.

The sound of radio static suddenly filled the air as you turned around to see him. Your eyes dilated at the sight of him. You've missed him so much you don't even know what to do now that he's in front of you.

In front of you—standing in all his might, Alastor. He looked utterly handsome and beautiful. You couldn't think of any adjectives that would best describe him. His beauty knows no bounds.

Standing up, you gently launched yourself at him and gave him a hug while tiptoeing on your shoes. He bent down and slowly wrapped his hands around your waist. The both of you stayed like that for a moment before you broke the silence, "I've missed you so much, Al."

You looked at his eyes and smiled. His ever so present smile now relaxed, the scheming eyes of his were nowhere to be found as it's now replaced with a soft and gentle look on his eyes. Those eyes that carried so much love—only directed at you.

You're certain that he could hear your heart beating so fast. You cup his cheeks and give him a kiss on the cheek, "Words cannot express how much I've wanted to do this."

Your love for him was like a silent prayer. His devotion for you was loud. Loving him is a bliss. His love and your love is an entity—a powerful one.

When you finally retracted from him, he softly guided you to sit on the chair in front of your vanity. Bending to reach your height behind you, he whispered these words like a prayer to a goddess—you. "You're absolutely exquisite, my dearest. Quite a sight for sore eyes."

His compliments are nothing new. But this? This made you feel something. A warm feeling in your heart that words cannot describe how it feels. "Th-thank you.. Al. You don't look so bad yourself, dapper man," you snicker at your choice of words.

He was clad in a sharp, theatrical ensemble dominated by deep crimson and black. A tailored red suit jacket with structured shoulders and dark lapels sits over a fitted vest patterned with vertical red stripes. Beneath it, a black dress shirt adds contrast, accented by a small bow tie at the collar. Slim black trousers keep the silhouette clean and elegant. The overall style feels vintage and showman-like—refined, dramatic, and intentionally eye-catching, as if designed for someone who enjoys commanding attention the moment they step into a room. Of course he completed the look with that smile of his. As he would always say, “You’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

Looking at the clock and seeing the time, you remind Alastor about the time, "Al, are we not going to leave yet? It's already time," you tilt your head.

Alastor's smile widened at your statement, "Forgive me, my dear. It seems like I was distracted by you to the point that I forgot about the time!"

He softly took your hands to stand up and said, "Hold onto my hands, darling."

You nodded. Closing your eyes, you feel a sudden change of your environment as shadows surround you and Alastor. For a brief moment, everything was silent.

When everything was finally back to normal, you opened your eyes to see the outskirts of Cannibal Town.

The evening's ambience was comforting, especially now that you're here with Alastor. It has been quite a while since the two of you had a stroll around Cannibal Town.

Cannibal Town was a place where the two of you would comfortably be strolling together—away from the prying eyes of the public.

As the two of you walked, Alastor had led you to a place. It seemed like a garden at first, but when you finally got a good look, it looked like the place was visualized out of a fairytale book.

Alastor led you to a gazebo where on the table—various of your preferred sweets and favorite tea lie.

He pulled a chair and got you seated, "I hope everything is to your liking, my dear. I really prepared for this, you know?" He got himself seated in front of you as he crossed his hands under his chin.

"I couldn't have asked for anything more, Al. Being with you here is more than enough," your eyes darted up to meet his gaze—that's already looking at your figure.

The two of you started to talk about the recent events that had happened these past few days. You have briefly mentioned your interview earlier.

"Al?"

He turned his head from his plate to meet your gaze, "Darling?"

Swallowing your nervousness, you finally asked, "What if I told the media that I'm with you?"

Silence then filled the air. Then the sound of his laughter erupted. It lasted for about five seconds or so before he said, "My dear, I couldn't care less about what the public says about our relationship. Plus, they can't do anything about it now can they?" His eyes then filled with hidden malice.

"Well I didn't mention that it was you.. So.."

A record scratch can then be heard after you said that statement.

"Nothing to worry about, my dear. Once they found out just who got to successfully claim you, they wouldn't be batting an eye at your direction."

Your dinner with him continued with him serving you his most loved jambalaya. You remember the first time you had it, it was the day where you fell even more in love with him. Is that even possible? He had successfully bewitched you—charmed rather.

Everyone may deem Alastor as the notorious overlord, the Radio Demon, but with you? He was your Alastor. The charismatic demon who had tugged at your heartstrings.

The dinner ended and he had walked you back to your home.

While walking around the Pride Ring, you couldn't help but feel as if something, or rather someone was following you. Knowing that Alastor would probably take care of it, you just continued to hold onto him as he talked your ears off regarding his previous radio shows.

Looking at him, he seemed to be really engrossed discussing his passion—radio. A soft laugh then slipped past your lips before you could even conceal it. He's just so cute when he gets so intense while talking. Who can blame a girl for admiring her man?

Finally reaching your bedroom, he waited for you to get ready for bed before leaving. But of course, not without surprising you by giving you a kiss.

It was sudden. He definitely caught you off guard and before you could even say anything he already left as he whispered to your ear, "I will be seeing you again, sweetheart."

With that, you were left with a flushed face—alone sitting on your bed.

Feeling the tiredness of this day had offered you, you finally lay your tired body on the soft bed. The interview went well along with your date with Alastor.

Recalling the events that happened with Alastor, you didn't notice just how your eyelids were already dropping.

Sleep came easy tonight.

-

By the time you woke up, your body was already sprawled over the duvets on your bed.

You slowly open your eyes and blink a few times. Trying to get your phone on the nightstand without getting up, you lift your phone as you get blinded by the light the screen suddenly emitted. It felt as if you were a vampire who had just seen the light after years of slumber.

Opening your socials, your notifications were more flooded than usual. Deciding to check what the commotion was about, you check the top post. Oh and would you look at that.

HELL’S-TEA-TODAY

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[Y/N, AKA SWEET MELODY WAS SEEN WITH THE RADIO DEMON, ALASTOR. COULD THIS BE WHAT WE THINK IT IS?]

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It was a picture of you and Alastor walking together in Cannibal Town. No one dared to do this during your past dates with Alastor but now? You didn’t know what to do. You’re completely awake now as you quickly sat up to think about what happened. Alastor’s words replayed in your mind.

The way he said he couldn't care less about other people’s opinion in your relationship with him. You sigh and think for a moment.

Alastor is a man who respects your decisions. He always protected you, supported you, loved you—even if sometimes he isn’t the best with his words. He always tried and did the best that he could do for you. He loves you in a way that you couldn't fully comprehend and that’s what makes him special.

You think it’s time to finally make your relationship with him known. The two of you have been together for quite a while now.

Tapping on your screen’s contacts icon, you tap Alastor’s contact.

Calling Al<3….

Alastor hated electronic gadgets, especially those after his death. Alastor doesn't have a phone, no–no! He’d rather get himself shot again in the head than own such frivolous gadgets. He uses his radio whenever you call him. He explained that it’s the perks of controlling the radio waves or whatever that was.

After a few seconds, Alastor’s voice was heard.

“Good morning, mon amour! To what do I owe the pleasure? Thinking about me early in the morning now, are you?” You can practically hear the teasing in his voice. Oh Alastor, he is such a menace. Fortunately for you, he is your menace.

Taking a deep breath, you answered.

“Al… can you go here? Right now?” Your voice sounded small and you didn’t like that. A faint static can be heard.

Not even a second has passed and Alastor was now in front of you. “So who do I need to take care of, my dear?” His smile widened as he looked at you with a worried expression.

Alastor’s protective nature for you was nothing new so you had to explain yourself to avoid him doing another rampage. “No one, Al. It’s just that..” You show him the post you saw earlier. He bends down to check what’s on your phone and adjusts his monocle as he scrunches his eyes to read the caption. He looked like your grandfather when you tried to show him a meme when you were still alive—it made you laugh a little.

Alastor finished reading it and his smile was now tight, not relaxed. “Such prying eyes, they just can’t mind their own business can they?”

Putting your phone down on the bed, you look him in the eyes. “The reason why I called you here.. I don’t want this to happen again. I don’t want us to get stalked by the media. Al, I think it’s time that we make our relationship known. But if you don’t want to yet then it’s also fine for me. I just thought that–”

“Very well, my darling. If this satiates their curiosity about our relationship, then fine. Let us give them what they want,” he kissed your temple. He looked down at you and then asked, “How do you plan on doing that, cher?”

You smile up at him and say, “Oh, I know just the thing Al.”

-

That night, you posted a picture on Sinstagram that would make all your fans scream. You posted a picture of you sitting—on Alastor’s lap. It took Alastor a bit of convincing considering he was going to get photographed—with a phone might you add. His face was blurred and deteriorated with sigils floating around him as you sat on his lap sideways while you had your arm on his shoulders. The angle that perfectly showcases both of your matching rings.

sweetmelody

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[My first and last love<3]

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Let’s just say all of Hell was beyond shocked when they found out. You mean a beautiful young woman is with a notorious overlord with such a reputation? Quite a weird pair, but you and your Alastor work just fine.

End note: Alastor may or may have not known about the journalist that followed the two of you..