Pretty please could you write some Murdermedia x reader fluff! Where Alastor and Vincent are absolutely smitten over their shared lover! Before and after they find out about the murders. Reader is devoted to them even after they find out.
ooh i’m so hyped to try this, i loveloveloveee both of themmm!
human murdermedia/radiostatic x reader, fluff, gn reader, a lil violence, not proofread
You were in a situation, a strange sort of situation that would definitely turn heads if you weren’t a little privative about it. You weren’t embarrassed at all, and you loved the little predicament you were in, but it wasn’t exactly conventional to the public. Vincent Whittman was a TV star, a big shot TV anchor who was broadcasted all across America. Alastor was a man of the radio, a host whose voice echoed through the homes of the masses. TV and radio, two different medias with one connection — you. It wasn’t a love triangle, wasn’t a one sided connection, but a full blown romance between you and the respective parties, with you at the very centre. The two were absolutely obsessed with you, and they had been since the moment they had laid eyes on you. You had met Vincent at a New Years party, where he had entertained you for the entire evening while you entertained the idea of courtship between the two of you. The following week, you had met Alastor in a quaint hat shop, and clearly, you two had a connection. Then came the choice; Vincent or Alastor? Both were entertaining, funny, bright, the absolute life of things, each from different worlds, but you had to pick. ‘Can’t have my cake and eat it, too,’ you would remind yourself as you considered while getting ready to go out to a restaurant Vincent had invited you to after your last meeting. The idea of choosing flooded your every moment, not wanting to let either of them go. But, as if fate herself was always entirely on your side, it turned out that your two suitors actually knew each other personally. And furthermore, it turned out that your suitors had a little extra thing going on between the two of them. Thus, the agreement to share you came to light. The three of you had sat down at a cafe one afternoon, and the Alastor had cheerfully informed you that he and Vincent would be more than happy to accommodate to your indecisiveness! And what position were you in to deny their thoughtful proposition? “Sharing” to you had felt like they were taking possession of you, like a pet or a doll, but it came to light that they had no intention of complete ownership in that sense, they just wanted to adore and fuss over you as much as they could; “You deserve it, dear,” Alastor would hum to you if the slightest bit of doubt would show up in your eyes. And adore you they absolutely did! From then on, your life was full, full of laughter and comfort and happiness, maybe even a little bit of emerging love. You had never thought of a relationship like this before, but you were so glad you had agreed to it.
Alastor was a gentleman in an old-fashioned manner with a certain respect towards you that you had never seen from a man before. He opened doors for you, walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk, always allowed you to bite into your food first before starting his own meal, and would mostly let you lead the way. He offered polite conversation and witty jokes and compliments that would make you giggle or blush when appropriate. Alastor offered flowers to you before dates. He walked you home whether day or night. He never asked to come inside of your home until he was invited. The first time you had allowed him into your house, it was getting quite late, the moon already full and bright in the sky. He had stayed for a quick cup of tea before telling you that he had enjoyed your time very much and leaving punctually. The first time he had stayed for the night, he made a point to stay awake until you had fully fallen asleep, your breathing slow and deep with your head against his chest, until he allowed himself to go to sleep. It was comfortable and warm and still, and the room felt as if it was bathed in a warm yellow glow.
Vincent enjoyed taking the lead on the days the two of you were together, offering his arm to you and eagerly dragging you along through parks and shops, collecting little pastries and ice creams for you to try so he could study exactly what you liked. He would bring you around into his workplace and show you off to the crew and buy you new things every week to accompany the “natural shine” he would insist you had. After your very first official date, he had kissed you in your doorstep and you had instantly invited him to stay the night. Vincent was fast paced and ever changing in contrast to Alastor’s slower flowing approach to things. It was a hot night and Vincent’s skin was delightfully cool. The two of you had fallen asleep at the same time, the room a dark, cool blue.
It took a little bit, but at some point, the three of you started going out together as a nice little trio. When you would walk along the streets on breezy mornings, you would be sandwiched between the two men who were constantly trying to upstage each other with each comment made or compliment given. You would giggle when either man would say something sweet or humorous, and that would deepen the smile on Alastor’s face and warm Vincent up a little. They were both absolutely obsessed with you, which could be seen by the big bunches of flowers lining your home and the nice, new clothes in your closet, and the fresh scents in the hallway. They adored you to pieces, meaning you’d always be their center, like the bright sun for them to orbit.
Over time, you became unquestionably devoted to Alastor and Vincent. You listened out for Al’s voice on the radio and waited patiently for Vinny’s appearance on your TV screen. You would bring them to your favorite spots in the city to share your comfort with them, snuggle with them at night and refuse to leave until they would wake up to show that you were always there, and whenever you visited them while you were on the job, you would bring them little pick me ups that would vary from chocolate to drinks to fresh pastries from your shared favorite bakery. It became clearer and clearer that you would do anything and everything for the pair when you started dutifully waiting for them to become free so you could spend time with them and aching physically when they weren’t around. You three got into a rhythmic routine that you were very happy with. That was until you noticed something.
A month after the agreement, you realized that a man who had bumped into you quite roughly at what was meant to be a charming, friendly little get together had disappeared from the circles he seemed to revolve in entirely. When you had asked someone about him, they had told you that they hadn’t seen or heard from him in ages and that he was probably off somewhere across the country. A this point, your partners had semi-moved in to your comfortable apartment, and while you were cleaning under the bed, you found one of Vincent’s shirts with a small splatter of browning red on the sleeve. You saw that, on occasion, Alastor would go out for hours and come back exhausted when you were half asleep or snoring. Sometimes, Vincent would go with him. It was strange, and being a curious person, you decided to follow from a small distance one night when both Alastor and Vincent had gone out. Their tracks led deep into the woods, a creepy place that had always unnerved you. Careful not to step on a crunchy leaf or a twig, you tiptoed behind them. You hid behind a particularly thick tree and peaked out from behind you. Your eyes were met with a sight you never expected; there stood your lovers, Vincent looking particularly disheveled, pupils blown out as his chest rose and fell quickly, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand which left a small streak of red on his forehead and Alastor licking a dark, sickeningly crimson red liquid from a knife from your own kitchen, a satisfied smirk on his face that you had only ever seen when he had succeeded in teasing Vincent. On the ground before them, a mangled, bloody mass, limp and unmoving. It was most definitely human, but they had torn him apart to the point where it was difficult to discern anything else. Your eyes scanned over the lump and locked on its shoes, Italian leather with a very intricate design on the bottom of the left heel. You had seen that before. Earlier that day, on an outing with Vincent, while you two were chatting in line at a bakery, a man had cut in front of you in an extremely rude manner. You had tapped him on the shoulder to ask him to move but he had ignored you and went ahead to order his loaf of bread. As you glares at him when he left the shop, you spotted a design in his left heel. From behind the tree, you gasped at the sudden realization, before quickly clasping your hands to your mouth when you heard what you had done — alerted the murderers to your very hiding spot. The eyes of your lovers quickly whipped up like a pair of deer in headlights, staring right at your tree.
“My dearest,” Alastor called, his voice smooth like when he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you pulled the covers tighter over the two of you. “You can come out. We aren’t going to hurt our little sweetheart.”
Vincent frowned as he combed his hair back with his fingers. “We won’t hurt you, we promise.”
Shakily, you stepped out from behind the tree, looking a little shy as the soft moonlight caught on your face. They wouldn’t hurt you, Vincent had said. You trusted him.
“Come, come,” Alastor ushered, beckoning you towards them. “I wager you would like an explanation.”
You swallowed and nodded, unsurely walking up to the men you had let get so close to you and so deep into your life. They had killed a man. They kay have well killed many men. You had seen a side to them that you never thought you’d see. But, oddly, you didn’t feel rage or disgust or hatred for either of your lovers. Just curiosity laces with surprise.
“Doll,” Vincent started, straightening his posture as he wiped his palms on his trousers in preparation for holding a still slightly bloodied hand out to you. “What you just saw has been happening for a while now. You see, Alastor and I have made this little thing a small part in our lives for our own reasons…but recently, especially with this one, we have been doing it for you. We want to protect you. We want to keep you happy. You understand, right?”
You looked down at his hand, your own one quivering just a little as you moved it towards his. He took your hands and gently pulled you in, bringing you into a gentle hug. You felt Alastor’s fingers on your shoulder.
“You understand, right?” Vincent repeated, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. You gave a slow, affirming nod.
“We trust you not to tell a soul, darling,” Alastor added, gently stroking your hair. “We can go right back home after Vincent and I prepare a little burial spot for this fellow.”
“I won’t,” You promised. “I won’t tell anyone, not even my own shadow.”
Alastor chuckled and patted you on the back. He went to pick up a shovel laying on the ground to begin the first steps of covering up the crime.
Vincent smiled at you as he let go of you to help Alastor out.
At home an hour and a half later, the three of you got cleaned up and ready to sleep. Comfortably sandwiched between your lovers under the blanket, Vincent’s cold against your back and Alastor’s warm against your front, you felt as if you needed to say something about what you had witnessed.
“What I saw doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t matter to me. I want to stay with you two, I’d do anything for you. I’m not scared or angry, I just want to be with you.”
Vincent smiled against the base of your neck. He gently pressed a kiss to it for good measure. “We never doubted you, sweatheart,” He whispered, pulling you closer. Alastor shuffled in more to counter that as he rubbed small circles into your back. “You never have to worry. I’m sure we’re all tired, any more talking can be done in the morning.”
You yawned softly and nodded, snuggling between the two.
The men each mumbled something to that effect and the silence that followed was pure bliss.
You slept better than you had in years, knowing things would be ok.
done!! i hope you liked it, writing for two is more complicated than i thought it would be! thank you so much for reading!!
