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[simpleeess]

help me find this fic!!

so i stopped reading fics for a while, now i cant find the fic i was still reading. It might’ve been deleted.

it’s a young!silco x reader on ao3

i think the writer’s user was holmes or something like that

the title was ma meillure ennemie

there was over 100 chapters

he would call reader graffiti girl

if anyone finds it, pleaseee share it with me. unless it got deleted😭😭

[queenofmorningstar]

Alastor x f!Reader (platonic)

Ok ok so I had this funny idea that imagine if Reader and Alastor are friends confidants and you've a crush on Luci lmao.

Word Count: 2.1K

For someone who so carefully curated the world around him, Alastor was a creature of rare exceptions.

His private room was one of them. No one stepped inside unless he permitted it. No one ever lingered long. Most demons knew better than to even knock.

But you… well.

He glanced over from his armchair as you moved about his room with all the ease of someone who belonged there, dusting a shelf you had absolutely no right to touch, humming under your breath completely unafraid of the Radio Demon sitting three feet away.

Alastor rested his cane against his knee, folding his hands in his lap as the corners of his lips curled upward.

You had never asked him for power.

Never begged him for protection.

Never tried to manipulate him with a pretty smile or a trembling voice.

No.

You were a constant in a place built on shifting sand, and Alastor appreciated constants.

“So,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair, “you’ve taken it upon yourself to tidy my quarters again. Should I be flattered or concerned?”

You didn’t even turn around. “Considering your idea of décor includes a hundred-year-old carcass collection? Concerned.”

He laughed, an easy, rolling sound that rarely escaped him without intention. “My dear, you wound me.”

“Good. Someone has to.”

There it was again—that witty snap he could never quite anticipate. He found himself waiting for your quips, your commentary, your sharp tongue that never sought to tame or topple him—only to spar for the thrill of it.

When you had offered to help around the hotel, he hadn’t questioned it.

You were here because you liked it. Because you enjoyed the chaos, the challenge, the company.

Companionship without agenda. A novelty.

Alastor had always thought of himself as above petty, mortal emotions as irritation.

But lately? Lately, Lucifer was testing that.

There you were, on the lobby couch, seated so close to the King of Hell that your knees nearly touched. The two of you were chatting, heads bent together in some lively discussion, your voice light and warm as you laughed at another one of Lucifer’s over-the-top jokes.

Alastor watched from the upper railing, fingers drumming on the polished wood in a stiff, overly cheerful rhythm.

You had always divided your time evenly, drifting from person to person. But he always got his more than fair share. Always.

Except recently.

Recently, the King would enter a room, and you would brighten.

Lucifer would sit beside you, and you would lean in.

The King would laugh, and you would smile like the sun had dropped into your lap.

Alastor’s jaw clenched.

“My, my… how revolting,” he muttered.

You were supposed to drop by his room in the afternoons.

You were supposed to laugh at his strange anecdotes, not the King’s chaotic ramblings.

This was ruining everything.

Alastor’s eye twitched.

Lucifer leaned closer, too close, far closer than necessary. And you let him. You didn’t scold, didn’t shove him away like you did everyone else.

“How aggravating…” Alastor hissed.

Alastor descended the stairs with the smooth, deliberate calm of someone who was absolutely, without question, about to cause problems on purpose.

Your laughter drifted up to him—bright, breathy, adoring as Lucifer leaned in to whisper something. The King of Hell smirked at your reaction, clearly delighted to have your full attention.

Alastor’s smile tightened. Enough of that.

He cleared his throat, cane tapping sharply against the floor as he stepped into the room.

The effect was immediate: You jerked away from him like you’d been caught doing something scandalous. Your cheeks went pink—soft, warm, unmistakable.

And Lucifer? Oh, he looked irritated. Perfect.

He turned to you, extending a hand. “My dear, I require your assistance around the hotel.”

Your face fell. “Right now?”

“But of course.” His grin didn’t falter. “We have new guests arriving, and it seems we are dreadfully short-staffed. Urgent matters, I’m afraid.”

You groaned, rubbing your forehead. “That’s going to take the entire evening…”

Alastor hummed sympathetically. “Indeed.”

He watched you hesitate, your eyes flicking toward Lucifer. The longing was obvious, blatant.

“Well then,” the King said, voice confident and far too smooth, “I’ll help.”

Alastor’s grin flickered. “…Pardon?”

Lucifer clasped his hands together, looking painfully pleased with himself. “If you have work to do, then I’ll assist. It’ll get done faster.”

You brightened instantly, the exhaustion vanishing from your face. “Really? You’d help?”

“Of course,” Lucifer purred, stepping closer.

He slid an arm around your waist—bold, smooth, infuriatingly natural and guided you forward.

Your blush spread all the way to your ears.

Alastor’s smile sharpened so violently it could’ve sliced the wallpaper.

“Well then! Lead the way,” Lucifer said cheerfully.

“Lovely,” he murmured through clenched teeth as you and Lucifer disappeared down the hallway, far too close, far too content.

His eye twitched. That grin, too sharp to be pleasant, widened.

“Oh, this,” he whispered to himself, “simply will not do.”

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For the first time in what felt like ages, you were sitting across from him again—just you and him, the quiet hum of the old radio in the background, two cups of steaming coffee between you.

“You know,” he said suddenly, swirling his coffee with unnecessary vigor, “you get that annoying look on your face when you look at that stupid king.”

You froze, cup halfway to your lips. Then your cheeks warmed. “I do not,” you muttered.

“Oh, you absolutely do.” His smile stretched. “Positively nauseating. I had once believed you possessed good taste, but apparently I was mistaken.”

Your jaw dropped. You smacked his arm. “Alastor!”

He only chuckled, smug and sharp and insufferably pleased with himself.

You narrowed your eyes. “And you’re one to talk? I’ve never complained about your taste for demon meat.”

His brows arched. “Oh? That’s hardly comparable.”

You groaned and set your cup down. “Luci is a kind person. And funny. And he’s actually nice to me—”

“He’s a MAN.”

“Alastor,” you breathed, half laughing, half bewildered, “what does that even mean??”

“It’s unbecoming. And a distraction. And you’re making poor decisions. Terrible ones.”

You snorted. “You mean I’m making decisions you don’t like.”

He glared.

You sipped your coffee with a smug grin.

He glared harder.

You leaned back in your chair and said sweetly, “Luci is a good person, you know.”

“Irrelevant.”

“And he’s handsome.”

“Completely meaningless.”

“And he makes me laugh.”

Alastor slammed his hand on the table again. “HE. IS. A. MAN.”

*

He had spent the past week expertly, flawlessly sabotaging every attempt the King had made to get close to you.

Interrupting conversations.

Assigning you “urgent tasks.”

Conveniently appearing whenever Lucifer grew too charming.

He walked into the lobby today and found—Nothing.

No you.

No king.

“…Curious.”

He stepped further inside, scanning the corners, the lounge, the kitchen doorway. Nothing. His cane clicked sharply against the floor as he made another slow pass.

He needed information—fast, but discreetly.

He would not give anyone the satisfaction of thinking Alastor cared.

The first unfortunate soul he passed was Husk, leaning against the bar.

Perfect.

“Husker, old friend,” he greeted.

Husk didn’t even look up. “No.”

Alastor blinked. “Pardon?”

“No,” Husk repeated. “Whatever you’re about to ask? No.”

Alastor chuckled, tapping the bar with his cane. “How rude. I merely want to inquire whether you’ve seen—”

Husk cut him a sideways glance. “The lady?”

Alastor’s smile sharpened. “Yes.”

“And the king?” Husk deadpanned.

The smile strained. “…Yes.”

Husk sighed. “Yeah. I saw ’em.”

Alastor leaned in slightly, voice velvety, dangerously patient. “And where, pray tell, did they go?”

Husk stretched his wings with a groan. “To his quarters.”

Alastor froze.

“His… quarters?” Alastor asked, voice soft as a blade slipping between ribs.

Husk nodded lazily. “Mmh. King said he needed her help with something. She followed him. Looked real happy too.”

Husk pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, don't you think you should probably just let them be. She's a grown woman, she can make her own decisions.”

Alastor’s cane slammed into the floor, making the bartender flinch. “Thank you, Husker. You’ve been immensely helpful.”

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Alastor reached the top floor of the hotel—the private wing reserved for one creature only.

The king’s penthouse.

A long, polished hallway stretched before him, golden decor glowing warm and regal.

He was ready for… well, he wasn’t sure what exactly. But he was prepared to handle it with grace.

That grace lasted exactly three seconds.

Because nailed beside the penthouse door was a sign: “NO ALASTORS ALLOWED.”

As if he were a misbehaving pet. Some mutt to be shooed away.

He raised a fist and knocked.

Silence.

His smile thinned.

He knocked again—harder, the sound echoing down the hall.

From inside came muffled grumbling.

Then footsteps. Then the door ripped open.

Lucifer Morningstar stood there—annoyed, disheveled, and fortunately, still fully dressed.

Thank the heavens.

Except—Alastor’s eyes slowly narrowed.

Lucifer’s face and neck were covered in lipstick marks.

His expression was pure hatred—icy, sharp, territorial. “Well?” Lucifer hissed. “Didn’t you read the sign? Or are you illiterate as well as obnoxious?”

Alastor met his glare with equal venom, the polite curve of his grin returning like a blade being unsheathed. “I am looking,” he said smoothly, “for my confidante. I was informed they were here.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, stop following her like some guard dog,” he snarled. “If you had half a brain, you’d realize this”—he gestured to the room behind him, “is called a moment of privacy. It’s called boundaries, bellhop. Try respecting them.”

Alastor let out a soft laugh—sweet, bright, venomous.

“Respect,” he repeated. “A curious demand from a man who displays the subtlety of a Peacock in mating season.”

Lucifer didn't get angry like he expected. No, his grin widened. “You’re jealous because I stole your best friend?”

Alastor’s smile widened—too sharp, too manic. “Hardly. I’m simply concerned when my confidante disappears into the quarters of a man with questionable restraint.”

Lucifer stepped forward, face inches from his. A slow, taunting smile tugged at the king’s lips. “Well, she came to me. Willingly. So back off, before she gets tired of your nursemaid act.”

Lucifer’s penthouse door swung wider when you stepped into view, emerging from behind the king while trying to button your blouse back into place. Your hair was mussed, your breath uneven, and your expression was the perfect blend of annoyed and embarrassed.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you muttered, flicking a glare between the two men. “Is it impossible to get a moment’s peace without you both trying to kill each other?”

Alastor’s grin twitched. “My dear, forgive me for interrupting your…” his gaze dipped to Lucifer’s collar, “activities. But I was under the impression you were needed downstairs.”

You sighed and rose on your toes, cupped Lucifer’s jaw with infuriating tenderness, and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you later, Luci.” you murmured to him.

And Lucifer… softened.

The king melted in a way Alastor had never seen before. The flame of Lucifer’s eyes dimmed into something warm, bright, stupidly fond.

Lucifer murmured something low and sweet in response, his hand brushing yours with ridiculous tenderness before he stepped back into the penthouse.

You turned to Alastor with your arms crossed. “Alright. What was so urgent?”

“Oh, nothing urgent at all,” he lied smoothly, offering his arm. “I simply couldn’t find you. Imagine my… concern.”

You rolled your eyes and slipped your hand into the crook of his elbow. “Well, you found me. Happy now?”

You didn’t even wait until the two of you reached the lobby. The moment the elevator doors slid shut, you whirled on him. “What the hell was that, Alastor?”

Alastor blinked, head tilting, grin immovable. “Whatever do you mean, my dear?”

“Oh, don’t.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, eyes blazing. “Barging into Lucifer’s room? Acting like some—”

His grin twitched. “Dog? According to your lover's sign.”

“Alastor. You need to stop. Lucifer and I—”

“—are becoming nauseatingly infatuated, yes, I’ve noticed.” His voice cut in, honeyed venom.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Frustrated, you crossed your arms and took a steadying breath. “Alastor,” you said, gentler, “you’re important to me. I like spending time with you. You know that.” He hated how much he needed to hear it.

“But,” you continued, firm again, “I’m not giving up Lucifer. So either you accept that or we’re going to keep having this fight.”

His grin thinned, sharpened, stretched into something brittle but obedient.

“A proposal, then,” you said smoothly. “A deal, since that is your language.”

“I,” he said, placing a hand dramatically on his chest, “will refrain from interfering with you and the King of Hell—”

“Thank you—”

“If,” he continued, louder, “you do not decrease the time you spend with me. I expect our routines to remain intact. Uninterrupted.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes but your smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Fine. Deal. Happy?”

Alastor’s grin brightened in triumph. “Ecstatic.”

[strawberriiecream]

Viv liked a bsky post about him being a service top and omg…

u don’t have to tell me twice. With that voice I’d do anything he me to do. Oh to be gently/sweetly(but also still roughly) dominated by mister Alastor~

[simpleeess]

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