Please give us a part 2 to to be eaten! It was so good!! I love it!! XD
A/N of course?? and thank you?? i worked very hard on that one??? Also,, I have a thing for cannibalism in horror (NOT SEXUAL) and so I thought I'd include this in that.
To Be Eaten pt. 2 (Yandere!Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: What is cannibalism if not a metaphor for love? Jk. but also... Angst, depictions/discussion of cannibalism and real life cases of it, murder, gore, stalking, manipulation, etc. Cannibalism just in general as well as attempted forced cannibalism (attempted). Reader blames herself for things that are actively not her fault (aka the victim victim blames herself). Please lmk if I missed anything.
Word Count: 2,414
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The carnage, it was unlike anything she had ever seen. Y/n feared she would be, from this point forward, forever stained with his blood.
It went like this: Alastor had done as he threatened.
Y/n knew where it had started, that solitary conversation in the library. In truth, maybe it was that first night in the hall. Whatever it was, it had sparked something in the man.
There were stories, stories of starving people eating one another to survive. Stories like the Donor party, like the Flatter's Expedition of 1880. Y/n had always found a strange fascination in them, in how the desire to survive could draw people to perform the basest, most profane acts.
That was just it though, it was always done in an effort to survive, because there was nothing else that could be done. It was an act of necessity.
Alastor did not need to complete the dehumanizing act in order to live. At least, Y/n did not think he did.
He was rich, he had notoriety. He did not need to consume human flesh for the purpose of survival. No, he chose to. Y/n could not wrap her head around it.
Alastor had seemed nothing if not a man starved that day. Every day, if Y/n was being perfectly honest, but particularly that day. Particularly those days. The day at the library, the night in the hall, the split second outside her father's office.
Want was fine, even productive at some times, driving. There was, however, a definitive line to be crossed where want suddenly became dangerous, where huger turned deadly. Y/n should have recognized it, she should have known. She should have seen it in his eyes that day or something.... but she had not. She had not, and now she would be forever stained.
It was all her fault.
What if it had been different? What if she had agreed to his plan, had said yes? What if, in sacrificing herself, her father would have been saved? If Y/n had known, is that even something she would have been brave enough to do? Strong enough?
It went like this: a few days after their conversation, if you could even call it that, in the library, Alastor had come by the house to meet with her father. It wasn't like before, he did not just stop by, he had scheduled it. He had made it official.
Y/n did not know what had actually happened behind those closed doors, not word for word anyways, but she had been so unlucky as to run in to Alastor on his way out.
The more she thought about it now, knowing what she now knew him to be capable of, the more purposeful the chance meeting seemed. The more purposeful every chance meeting seemed.
It was the way he had looked at her then, it was the same angry, hungry look he had shot her so briefly when they had first met. Y/n had frozen in her path, a deer in headlights. The man was famished and what was she besides his next meal?
They had stayed like that for a moment. It could not have been more than a couple of seconds, but it had felt like an eternity. Then, Alastor had grabbed her arm.
It was not the first time he had touched her. It was not even the first time his fingers had dug painfully into her skin, but something was different. There was a force behind it that was unlike anything Y/n had experienced before. It would have stilled her completely, stopped her in her tracks, if Alastor had not drug her stumbling body into the room he had just exited.
Her father's office. The place she had run to as a child for comfort, the place she had first learned what friendship could be gained from the written word.
The hours she had spent there, huddled by his desk and turning pages, came crashing in on Y/n in an instant because it was in an instant after entering the room that she had realized everything was wrong.
The rich green carpet Y/n had always secretly thought looked like moss was stained brown in patches, the books had been roughly pulled from their shelves and scattered upon the floor. Their pages - their peaceful, safe pages - were becoming a deeper shade of red with every second and gilded glass crunched under her feet as Alastor dragged Y/n to a halt.
She could not look at the desk. She was physically unable to look away from the desk.
At it's foot, right before her very eyes, crumpled and bloody, achingly familiar, was a body. Y/n whimpered. Alastor grinned.
"I suppose you can tell what his answer must have been."
Y/n was numb, she could not see. Everything was stained that same, rich red. It was almost beautiful in a sense. Outside of herself, Y/n nearly believed she was looking at a painting, at a beautiful baroque sculpture with all its contrasts and drama.
Alastor did not crouch down beside her, no. He did not offer a grieving daughter a moment of reprieve, instead opting to use Y/n's arm, still hanging limply from his grasp, to pull her roughly to her feet.
His hand slid around her waist, caressing the small of her back almost as if they were dancing. Y/n could not bring herself to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on the bloody corpse at their feet. She would have crumpled to her knees once again, would have cradled his beloved face in her guilty hands, if not for the force with which Alastor held her in place.
"You see?" he whispered, laughter flitting delicately in the background of his voice, "It does not matter. I will have you. You will be mine."
All at once, Alastor released his grip on Y/n's trembling frame. As expected, she crumpled, she rushed to her father's side. Blood soaked into her skirts, staining the pale fabric dark. Blood soaked into her hands, her hair.
Alastor watched, amused, before he too knelt down beside the body.
Y/n was sputtering prayers, begging for life. Her fingers danced across the body, they straightened her father's collar as if he would be getting up again and would want to appear presentable when he did.
Alastor, on the other hand, dug his dirty hands deep into the gouge in the man's chest. With some effort, he withdrew his fist, the body making a horrible tearing noise as it jolted unnaturally beneath Y/n's soft grip.
Suddenly, Y/n felt herself being pulled back to her feet. Her hands grasped helplessly towards her father, the one man who was meant to protect her, but Alastor put a stop to that.
It was only now she realized that his white shirt was stained red with blood, only now she realized that his footprints to the door were far too dark, that they compressed the thick carpet leaving marks far too deep.
He held her close, pressing her body to his. Y/n turned, she looked up.
There it was, the fear. Intoxicating like the finest liquor, worth a thousand dollars a glance at least. Alastor raised the bloody chunk of flesh he had ripped from the corpse with his bear hands. Maintaining eye contact, he took a bite.
Y/n raised a bloodied hand to her mouth, holding back vomit as Alastor chewed, as he swallowed.
"What is it, my dear?" he asked.
It was so casual, that was what scared her more than anything. Alastor was acting as if this was all normal, as if the body of her father by their feet was par for the course. Blood dripped down his chin on to her fragile shoulder as he leaned in, grinning.
She had known he was bad news. Now? This was just the conformation of things she already knew.
If only she had been able to convince them, to convince him, that Alastor was not one to be entangled with. If only she had been gentler, if only she had known the right words to say but she had never known the right words to say. She had never been tactful or good. It was like he had seen her, he had recognized her, and now he had trapped her. She was backed into a corner.
It wasn't because of the body, no. Y/n was quite honestly in too much shock to really process the reality of the situation, the veracity of the moment. It was the look Alastor gave her as he leaned in.
For once, his smile? Well, it reached his eyes.
For months, he had done nothing but share something soulless with Y/n, with her family. Only now, now that blood had been spilt, did his eyes seem to match his expression. The demeanor with which he carried himself finally seemed to suit him.
"To be eaten is to be holy." he hissed, his breath tickling her ear.
Y/n felt every muscle in her body clench. She trembled in his grasp.
"Have a bite."
Suddenly, Alastor's hand was at her mouth, the meat was pressed against her lips as if it was meat. Only, it was not meat. It was perversion, it was person, it was her dad. Y/n turned her head away as quickly as she found herself able to do so. Still, blood was left staining her face.
There was something beautiful about it, Alastor thought. The way the blood looked like the richest lipstick, the way the fear made her eyes shine. There was something worth being desired there.
It was not the first time he had thought about this, had fantasized considering what Y/n would look like when her skin was marred with blood. The reality, he had to admit, was much better than any fantasy could have been. Alastor nearly trembled, anticipation having built up for far too long.
"Go on."
At long last, Y/n finally seemed able to find her voice.
"No!" she exclaimed, pushing at his chest with her fists.
If Alastor had not been so surprised by the action, she would not have gotten free. However, she had surprised him.
Y/n panted, trembling in fear a few feet away from him. Alastor's grin, which had slipped suddenly from his face at her departure, regenerated. It grew wider still, wider than Y/n had ever seen it.
Alastor took half a step forward, pausing as Y/n stumbled slightly backwards in response. He raised his hands, an offering of peace. It did not, however, escape either party that grasped in one hand still lay the pound of flesh.
"So," Alastor mused, "the little doe has some fight in her after all."
Y/n's eyes flickered anxiously around the room.
"You'll go to jail for this." she frantically exclaimed, "You'll be damned to Hell for all you've done."
Then, Alastor laughed. The sound surprised Y/n to such a degree that she did not even flinch as he approached her again.
When he reached her, he stopped. Alastor leaned down ever so slightly, leering at her. His teeth seemed far to sharp in the shadowed light from the window, his hands far too capable.
"You think I don't know that?" he jeered, "And as for jail, who is to say I won't just pin it all on you."
Y/n's blood ran cold.
"You wouldn't," she shook her head frantically, "You can't."
Alastor chuckled.
"I am not the only one here covered in blood, with it staining my lips."
His finger trailed down the side of her face as he spoke, the nail scratching her skin ever so slightly. It ended on her chin, his hand cupping her as he reach up and swiped at Y/n's lower lip with his deadly thumb.
"Who do you think they'll believe? We both have reputations, my dear."
When he pulled away, he left blood in his wake, as if he had split skin. He was right, Y/n knew. Alastor was this miracle in the eyes of the populous, this gift to human kind and Y/n? Y/n was nervous, fumbling, sheltered.
She was not stupid. She could see the way it would play out.
All Alastor would have to do is make some claim that it was her who had proposed the idea of marriage to her father and when he had said no, she had lost it. All Alastor had to do was flip the script. He was charming, he was good with his words, in possession of a silver tongue. It would be easier for him to lie and be believed than for Y/n to tell the truth and garner the same result.
Especially now. Especially when the stains were utterly incapable of coming out.
"You will be mine. If it kills you? If it kills me, you will be mine."
To be eaten is to be holy. That is what Alastor had said. The words reverberated endlessly around Y/n's mind and it was not just because he was watching her carefully with such a ravenous gaze.
In being eaten, she would have been made holy, Y/n suddenly realized. In being eaten, she would have saved her father's life.
If only she had said yes. If only she had convinced her father to say yes. If only she had been devoured, willingly.
None of that mattered now. What was done, was done. Y/n would be someone the man could have been proud of. She would be her father's daughter if it killed her. It was not a realization, but a choice. She chose it, and in doing so, she made it real.
Pride welled in her chest, it lit a fire she had not known was even there to light. Y/n's hands trembled now, not with fear, but with something else. She took a deep breath.
"I will not settle for men over angels." Y/n announced, her voice, for once, thick with pride, with confidence.
Alastor leaned back. Though his smile was gone, his eyes still bore that same, sick amusement at her suffering. He slipped his hands into his pockets, eyebrows raised.
"I am mine. I belong to me and me alone."
"We will just have to see about that."
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A/N Ngl, I had more planned for this than ended up working out. I had other stuff I wanted to have happen, but it just would have made the one shot feel long and disconnected. If y'all want another part with what I didn't add, I'll totally write it, but left to my own devices I feel like this is good and menacing. I am a fan of the way this fic turned out, despite cutting stuff.
This might give away my identity if anyone who knows me irl is reading this, but this fic is based off a poem by high school best friend wrote about me called 'To Be Eaten.' He is quite literally an award winning poet and the poem itself is beautiful and about how he was scared of me being taken advantage of by men, among other things. Idk I just felt like this was worth sharing because I used to title for this fic and I used some lines from the poem for inspiration. The poem is not published anywhere as far as I know and I do not plan on sharing it in its entirety because it is not my work.
All my fics are about me in some sense, they each amplify and dissect a distinct portion of my personality or life. That is the only way I know how to write. My current relationship is great, but I've been in a lot of deeply unhealthy relationships before and currently have two separate people who stalk me so.... This one is extra personal I guess. This one and Addict since in Addict I tried to base the reader's character off of the way I act around my closest and dearest friends.
A/N I honestly was not planning another part to this story. I'm just gonna... leave this here. (Pls don't hate me guys. This is so genuinely the only path I could think of for this story that I liked.)
Unrequited pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Um. Alastor is dark/yandere in this part. Uh. Unhealthy relationship. Yeah.
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Alastor had cornered her in the hall. The years, the games, the challenges, none of it was fun anymore. It all came to an end tonight. There was no other option, not when she could die tomorrow. The angels were coming, and they were coming for the hotel.
"I don't want you here tomorrow."
"What!?" Y/n exclaimed in utter shock.
She hadn't known what to expect when Alastor had stopped her as she made her way downstairs to the bar. Everyone was supposed to be having a drink together, celebrating their afterlives that there was a chance they might loose. She didn't know what to expect but, she certainly hadn't expected this.
Alastor had been acting weird lately. He was always weird but ever since the day with Husk in the hallway, he'd been weird even by those standards. He was always finding something for Y/n to do that put her near him, always watching. It was irritating. They had been fighting a lot and Alastor still had yet to apologize to Husk.
"I don't want you at the hotel tomorrow. You are not coming near this fight."
"What the fuck, Alastor?" Y/n nearly stamped her foot on the floor, she crossed her arms and glared at the demon, "I... these are my friends. This is my home. I will do what I can to protect it."
"No, you wont. You wont be here." he paused, "I will use our little deal to make sure of that, if need be."
Y/n scoffed. Her anger was a fiery, radiant thing. Alastor found himself thinking she had always reminded him quite a bit of a lioness when she got like this. The thought had been an accident, he couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when these were the stakes. Alastor pushed it away.
"You fucking... literally why? Like, what? I... sorry, just taking me a bit to process this: the demon who tricked me into selling my soul to them is now going to use that contract to take me, a valuable asset, out of a war which we cannot afford to loose?"
"Yes." Alastor nodded.
"Because?" Y/n prompted in irritation after a moment.
Alastor sighed.
"Y/n, think about what could happen if you are here."
"The same thing that could happen to any one here!" Y/n threw her arms up in exasperation, gesticulating her frustration as she spoke, "The same thing you're forcing on Husk and Nifty, have you had this chat with either of them?"
Alastor didn't respond. It was all the answer she needed.
"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so!" she scoffed, "So it's okay for everyone to risk their lives -- it's okay for you to risk your life even, but not me? Its okay for you to force my friends to risk their lives, but you're going to force me to stay out of it? Listen to yourself, you sound ridiculous."
"We don't need your help. You're slow, you will only hold us back."
The comment he had hope would dampen Y/n's spirit, bend her will into submission, only added to her fire.
"I'm... that's bullshit and we both know it. I might be small, but so is Nifty. Everyone has skills they can offer. I know how to fight, how to survive, and we will have angelic weapons for Christ's sake. Like, I really don't understand what the issue your having is here."
"Y/n, just... no." Alastor shook his head, a hand to his temples, "No. You will not be here tomorrow. I forbid it. I'm sending you to stay with Rosie."
"What am I, your kid?" Y/n sneered.
Alastor looked over at her, his hand falling from his forehead.
"Just please, Y/n." he took a step forward, pulling her hands into his. Alastor took a deep breath. "For me."
Y/n's eyes went wide. Alastor could see the conflict, the swirling emotions. Anger turned to grief, mixed with gratitude, and became anger again. A never ending cycle.
His heart pounded against his chest, it fought him valiantly for release. It had been so long. So long since she'd looked at him with anything other than disgust, so long since she had let him touch her like this.
Y/n settled on confusion as her dominant emotion and pulled her hands from his grasp. Alastor mourned the contact, his hands still held up in the air where hers had met them as Y/n took a step away.
"Why."
It wasn't a question. Y/n commanded information and at the end of the day, he may own her soul but she owned his heart. Alastor felt like in some way, she always had. He couldn't bear the thought of loosing her but, he didn't know if he could handle the rejection either. There was no way, no chance, she would believe him if he told her too much of the truth but, lying wouldn't work either. It would have to be a careful balance, a calculated withholding of information. Too much was riding on tomorrow, on tonight, on this very moment.
"Because I don't want you to die."
Y/n's brow furrowed even further, their eyes growing wider still as she stumbled another step back. Her back was nearly against the wall now, there wasn't anywhere else she could go.
Her eyes flitted around the space fervently. Her lips formed words that never left her mouth. Alastor watched, stress eating him alive. At last, Y/n did something. She brought her hands to her head and sunk to the floor, her knees pulled into her chest.
"What are you doing to me." she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.
For what felt like the thousandth time, Alastor felt a little piece of his heart fracture off. He didn't know how much more he could take of this before there was nothing left to break, nothing left to loose. She looked up at him, her hands still holding either side of her head and her eyes wet with tears.
"Why do you care?"
Alastor's breath caught in his throat. There was an insistence in her voice, a pleading. He stood in indecision for a moment, frozen by want, by need, by fear. His body took over as he took a step towards Y/n. Alastor kneeled down in front of her.
With great care, with a familiarity and gentleness Y/n hadn't felt from him in years, Alastor untangled her fingers from her hair. He held her hands in his once again and this time, he wasn't going to let go.
"Because I care about you."
Shock at his own bravery emanated from his chest. Alastor held his breath.
"You..." Y/n's eyes hardened, "I wish you'd stop messing with my head like this. Its not funny."
"Y/n, I'm not messing. I am not playing a game, I'm not..." Alastor sighed, letting go of one of Y/n's hands and running his hand through his hair as he looked to the side.
Taking a deep breath, he turned back to face her, grabbing her free hand once again.
"I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, that I'm not. But I will keep you safe. No matter what, you will not be here tomorrow."
"Please, Alastor."
His heart stopped. He couldn't recall the last time she'd asked him for anything that wasn't to leave her, Husk, and Nifty, alone. He couldn't recall the last time she'd seemed to fragile in his arms.
"Please, they're... they're my family. I can't..." a single tear rolled down Y/n's cheek, "I can't just leave them."
"I..."
There was a moment, a split second where he almost agreed. Alastor's eyes narrowed. He dropped Y/n's hands and got back to his feet. She adjusted her position in response, nearly kneeling before him.
"Please, Alastor. Let me help them. Let me do what I can to protect my family. Please. I'll do anything you want... I'll..."
It almost worked. Alastor felt his purpose waver again. Then the fear came back. He had already lost so much. His mother, his humanity, his own soul and free will. Alastor refused to add Y/n to the list of things that were so far out of his reach. He just couldn't. He didn't care if she hated him for the rest of eternity, as long as it meant she was safe at his side.
"No." he shook his head, his heart hardening, "You forget, you already have to do whatever I want. You forget, I own you."
Y/n's scream of anger as the shadows took her was muffled as she was sucked into their portal. Alastor stood, watching the spot she had been in for a few moments and then, he doubled over in pain. It shot through him in spikes, in daggers. It was the first time he had told her that. Not once before had Alastor ever said those three words to Y/n, not even when they had first made their deal. I own you.
The guilt, the regret, all of it underpinned by the overwhelming love. It had been trapped for so long, so sheltered and pushed back in the recesses of his mind that it had twisted. The love had become obsessive, dangerous, hungry.
With a breath, Alastor stood straight once again. Pushing his composure back to the surface, he smoothed his hair and went down to the bar to inform everyone of his decision. He may have forced Y/n to do something she didn't want to, fracturing things further than he'd believed possible, but he wasn't going to blame her for it. Alastor was used to being the villain and hopefully, in this case, he wouldn't have to be. Hopefully, they would understand.
Y/n gasped for breath as she was let out of the shadow portal. Panting on all fours, slowly she brought herself back together. Y/n had met Rosie before, once or twice. She knew she was a kind soul at heart, a reasonable person, and she knew that Rosie's cannibals were the main force of their army tomorrow. All she had to do was convince the overlord to let her join them, and it would be okay.
Taking a deep breath to restore her confidence, Y/n looked up. Her heart dropped.
"No."
She got to her feet, looking carefully around the decrepit old radio tower.
"No. Nonono."
Her breaths becoming panicked, she ran to the door. It was locked. Taking a step back, she kicked it harshly. The firm wood didn't budge.
Driven by adrenaline alone, Y/n ran to the windows and began to hit them with all her might. None of them so much as trembled.
"No!"
She looked wildly around the space and, spotting Alastor's chair, picked it up. Y/n hurled it at the window. There was a crash and for a split second, there was hope. That was until she realized it was the chair that had broken, not the window.
"No! No!"
Turning back to the door, she hurled her body repeatedly against it. Each time, she got the biggest running start she could. Each time, there was no change at all, nothing happened. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, she was long past panicked now.
"NO!"
After about twenty minutes, Y/n was out of breath and exhausted. Her whole body hurt and her face was sticky with tears. She sat at the door, her back pressed against it and her knees pulled into her chest. Burying her face in her legs, she sobbed.
Everyone was at the hotel, except for her. Everyone was preparing to fight for and protect what they loved, except for her. What would they think? What would they say? Much more importantly, would they make it out?
A sudden fear gripped her, a fist around her heart. Would she ever see any of them again? Y/n's sobs redoubled.
"Fucking..."
She sniffed, her panic and grief quickly fixing itself back in the shape of the familiar anger. She could see him in her minds eye, that moment his eyes had softened, that moment she thought that maybe he had been telling the truth all along, that they really had been friends, that he really did care.
"I hate you Alastor!" she screamed to herself, alone in the dark, "I hate you and I will continue to hate you until the day I fucking die again!"
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A/N I love an irredeemable villain and doomed, misshapen love. I'm sorry to anyone who wanted this to end up happy.
