So this is a yandere imagines blog, I write both platonic and romantic yanderes.
THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG.
MINORS DNI.
GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG IF YOU'RE NOT 18 AT LEAST.
I CAN AND WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU'RE NOT 18.
ASKS/REQUESTS FOR SPN: CLOSED
LOZ REQUESTS/ASKS: CLOSED
HAZBIN HOTEL ASKS/REQUESTS: CLOSED
Commission status for ALL fandoms: OPEN
Here is the info.
Moving on.
I have ADHD and Autism, so sometimes I hyperfixate on fandoms and write for them before the obsession goes away, and I write for something else - this doesn't mean I won't write for that specific fandom ever again.
Hazbin Hotel
LOZ masterlist
SPN masterlists:
Archangels masterlist
Angels masterlist
Humans, Demons and others masterlist
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Rules:
Reader insert only - I have no clue how to write regular ships, lol
No gore
No angst blease
No -phobias or -isms etc. I'm literally bi-ace and nonbinary :p
Nothing about Reader or other characters dying.
No requests etc. about pregnancy or abortion etc. This blog is PRO-CHOICE, and this is already a polarising topic.
No requests about Reader having a kid/being parental/stuff about kids - I have mental health issues about it and can't explain it. I am willing to write about Reader being "adopted", tho.
Tell me WHICH characters you want.
I'm limiting asks to THREE characters per ask, so I don't get overwhelmed
Be specific if you can; otherwise, I'll just go with what the vibes say
I'm not open to writing NSFW yet unless it's in a commission
I'm open to writing character concepts, too, e.g. What they're like, what kind of an obsession they'd go for, headcanons I have about them etc.
I reserve the right to not write/answer asks.
Say hello and chat with me if you're open to it! My ask box is always open for curious anons, and I want to get to know you all 🥺🥺🥺
Feel free to yeet me any concepts or ideas - I might be able to turn em into a fic or smth
For LOZ, I don't write for Koridai or Courage
Commissions are currently open - DM me about that for details.
Fics and other requests are currently closed until I get caught up.
Anyway that's all for now
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Luna
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If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
You could make Yandere Supernatural react to a reader who is bullied
I'm not taking requests, nor have I written for SPN in literal years, nor did this follow my main rule which is 3 CHARACTERS ONLY.
Plus, this ask didn't contain a single "please" or "thank you".
LOOK AT MY PINNED POST TO SEE IF I'M TAKING REQUESTS
It's like you people don't read any of my very simple rules and just see me as a machine that pumps out content. what the fuck is wrong with you.
It's not hard to follow the 3 character limit. And even if I did write the content for this ask, that would be separate interactions for 15 different characters with literally no thanks whatsoever, I'd barely get a few likes nevermind reblogs or feedback! Reminder, I'M DOING THIS SHIT FOR FREE the least you can do is give feedback for your request!
And I'm not asking for suggestions on what to write so where the fuck did the "you could make-" come from??? absolutely the fuck not.
Why don't you write the content and have people trample all over your boundaries when requests are clearly closed?
Asks like these are why I'm considering abandoning/deleting this blog.
A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
Here I thought it was just me seeing the decline, oof. I've been all over the place with ship and fandom, so I chalked it up to that.
If I write just for the joy of creating, I think people don't realize that I can also just keep it to myself. I don't need to share, and neither does anyone else. What's the point of a creative community if you won't support the people who make it happen? C'mon, people.
It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:
I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.
I know the OP is saying this in a bit of a lighthearted way to be nice but I’m not that nice and I’m frankly really appalled at what I’ve been seeing so I’m going to explain why you shouldn’t do that.
AI CANNOT create on its own. It’s not that smart. Anyone who’s ever built any sort of language AI can tell you with 100% certainty it’s not that smart. It can “learn” and it can “create” sentences, but it needs to be fed a language to do so.
So it will only ever “create” based on what it’s fed. This is absolutely crucial.
There are ethical ways to do this. I did this in my undergrad with my class, taking .txt files of old classic books and feeding them to our programs for words/sentences. That way our programs were only ever “creating” from works that did not break copyright laws.
But feeding an AI someone else’s fanfic? Yeah, now you’ve given the language model SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK to learn off of WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION.
It doesn’t matter that it’s a fanfic and technically, the author does not own the characters/setting. They created the story, they engaged in creative exercise, so that fanfic is theirs. YOU do not have the right, legally, to take THEIR work and do what you want with it, much less feed it to an AI who will take their work and now use it to further its language learning.
Especially since AIs like Chat GPT have a payment model. Now someone else is making money off of a fanfic author’s work, and YOU directly contributed to that.
@ non-content creators: please remember to reblog the content you like to support the creators of the content you're consuming. it doesn't matter if you have 0 or 16372 followers, just reblog, share. this plattform and its creators depend on the reblogs, not the likes. the like to reblog ratio has gotten worse the past few years because people dont understand the point of tumblr anymore. REBLOG THE CONTENT YOU LIKE. THIS IS A REBLOGGING WEBSITE, NOT INSTAGRAM. show your content creators the love and appreciation they deserve.
Hi, I know a lot of you "like" things to save them to read, and that is totally understandable. I promise "liking" things is not the issue, but when that is all that is all that you do, it really bums us creators out. If you are someone who thinks "my reblog or comment won't matter" I promise you it will. It matters so very much. There are comments and reblogs from over a year ago that I still look back on when I'm in a slump and need a push to keep writing or finish a series. Most of us are here to connect with readers, not for the notes. These fics are a gift for you, made with love, and even a few kind words in an ask could make our entire week. You have that power. Please consider spreading the love to some of your favorite fic writers and artists whenever you can to drop a little gas in our tanks.
not to be emotional on main but fanfiction is a gift and it’s so fundamentally human to tell each other stories and i am deeply grateful to have that in my life. thank you all for adding so much emotion and meaning to the world with your words
Alastor’s eye twitched. He swiveled his head around 180 degrees, grinning down at the short king that had approached him.
“Hello, Lucifer! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The king leaned more heavily on one leg, spinning his cane with his left hand. “Charlie’s getting kind of worried about one of the residents, so she asked me to look into it.”
“Aaaannd?” Alastor said, snapping his neck as he tilted his head.
Lucifer said your name. Alastor’s ears twitched.
Something was going on with you? Charlie was worried? What had happened-
“So what the fuck do you want with ‘em?” Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow.
“Pardon?” Alastor straightened up his posture as he spoke, turning to face the king completely.
“You’ve been stalking them for the past, like, two weeks.” Lucifer said. He spun his cane back towards him, nestling it under his arm as he motioned with his hand “Let me remind you: you’re not allowed to harm residents of the hotel.”
“I wasn’t aware I was attempting to.” Alastor said, eye twitching yet again.
“Then why are you following them- oh.” Lucifer cut himself off abruptly, seemingly having an epiphany. The fallen angel’s eyes widened, light gleaming in them “Oh! OOOOOH!”
“….what?” Alastor said, not following the king’s train of thought.
Lucifer was bouncing on his feet, grinning so wide it rivalled the Radio Demon’s. His eyes were practically sparkling “I know what’s going on~!” He sang, elbowing Alastor in the side “Y’gotta be straightforward, bambi!”
Alastor took a large step back and took a good amount of joy watching the king fall into his face. He cleared his throat, tilting his head slightly “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re implying.”
Lucifer rose from the floor, propping his chin up on his hands while kicking his feet behind him “You, y’know, want their attention!”
“That’s absurd.” Alastor hissed.
“You don’t?”
“No.”
“Not at all?”
“None.”
“You sure?”
“Lucifer if you continue this pointless back-and-forth I will rip out your wings and grill them.”
Lucifer actually paused, letting the side of his head hit the floor as he studied Alastor. There was a bright flash of sparkles and the king appeared on Alastor shoulder in the form of a snake (with a hat). “That kind of sssoundsss like a threat they came up with.”
Alastor chucked Lucifer off of his shoulder. The king poofed back into his usual self mid-air and hovered there. “SooOooOooo…. Do they… y’know?” Lucifer giggled, fanning his hand outwards as rainbow-colored magic filled the space between them “Inspire you?”
“This conversation is pointless and I’m leaving.” Alastor scoffed, making true of his statement by immediately shadow-ing away.
Lucifer landed on his feet and put his wings away. Seems Bambi either doesn’t realize or is too stubborn to admit it out loud. Well. If there was one thing Lucifer learned about the glorified bellhop…
Is that man was made of 105% spite.
Later that day at dinner, Lucifer forsook his usual seat in order to sit next to you. While some of the residents were mildly confused by this (as usually people never ventured from their self-assigned seats), no one particularly cared.
You paid him little extra attention either, simply moving on with the meal as per usual. However, seated across from you, Alastor’s eyes were narrowed intently at the king. Lucifer grinned and dusted off the old charm.
“Heeey, y’know, I was wondering…why are you in Hell to begin with?” Lucifer said, propping his chin up on his hand “Surely an angel like you just got lost?”
Charlie spat out her drink on her end of the table and keeled over while coughing violently, Vaggie frantically rubbing her back to get her situated. Once she was all right (giving a shakey thumbsup), you gave the king a bemused look.
“It’s rude to ask a person of indistinguishable gender what got them hell-bound.” You hummed.
Lucifer paused in his response, too concerned with Charlie’s situation. She gave him another thumbsup and he hesitantly turned his attention back to you.
“Sorry, can’t help myself.” He lidded his eyes, leaning slightly closer “I simply can’t help but want to learn all about you~”
You put a hand over his face and pushed him back “Personal space.”
“Fair.” Lucifer said with one finger up, his voice muffled by your hand.
You retracted your hand and rolled your eyes “Well, I’m not a super share-y person…I mean I’ll do it during Charlie’s redemption activities but that’s about it.”
“And that’s okay!” Charlie chimed in, “I appreciate your efforts!”
You gave her a thumbs up. Lucifer took the pause to glance at Alastor, to find the deer man only paying half attention. Well. That wasn’t what he was aiming for. Absentmindely, Lucifer picked a fry off your plate and chomped down on it.
“Dad! That’s not your plate.” Charlie said, motioning awkwardly.
Lucifer was going to apologize (he’s a bit of an airhead, he knows…) but you made the funniest goddam squeak he had ever heard in his life. Never had he seen anyone so comedically offended by someone eating their fries.
He couldn’t help it- he laughed.
“Dad!” Charlie squeaked “Don’t laugh at them-!”
“S-s-sorry Char-Char but that SQUEAK- Oh my lord…”
He wasn’t the only one laughing. The spider person was joining in, throwing arm across your shoulders in a friendly manner while you seethed in silent resentment. Bar cat chuckled a bit under his breath, Vaggie and Charlie were both trying to suppress their giggles, and Nifty was howling with deranged cackling. Alastor took a drink from his mug but didn’t react much more than a slight snort.
“Lucifer I am going to fill your socks with mayonnaise when you sleep.” You muttered out.
Everyone burst into more hysterical laughter.
Except Alastor.
Who broke his mug in his hand like it was made of crackers.
At the sound of shatter ceramic, everyone’s attention shifted to him.
“Whoops!” Alastor grinned, shrugging non-chalantly as blood dripped down the hand that now had shards of ceramic in it.
“OhMyGosh, Alastor!” Charlie yelped, jumping to her feet “I’ll get the first aid kit-“
“No need, Charlotte!” Alastor hummed, getting to his feet. He reached over the table and picked you up by the back of your shirt like a kitten, tucking you under one arm as he walked off with you. “This one is responsible for the mug shattering, this one will take care of the wound.”
“Wait- Alastor-“ Charlie took a step to follow, but you waved her down and gave her a reassuring smile. Charlie hesitated a moment before sitting back down.
The table fell into an awkward silence. Lucifer was vibrating in his seat while grinning. Nifty was doing the same thing. The rest of the table-people wondered if they were somehow communicating this way.
Meanwhile, for you, Alastor had you held like a suitcase as he entered the kitchen, setting you on your feet.
You dusted yourself off and made for the cabinet the first aid kit was in. Alastor, frankly, had no plan other than to get you away from that joke of a king. So he was left standing their awkwardly as you patched his hand up gently. (He could’ve done it himself, it didn’t even hurt, he just did not want you wasting those ‘threats’ on that stupid lawn-gnome looking bastard)
“There you go.” You said, putting the unused first aid materials back in the kit and the kit back in the pantry.
Your name left Alastor’s lips.
You looked back at him, head tilted slightly.
His treacherous mind abruptly shoved forward the memory of you biting him. Teeth sinking into his shoulder, his blood on your face and the cold look you gave him afterwards. His heartbeat started to race. It was so different from now, your big eyes looking at him softly as though you could warm his entire soul with your gaze alone.
How amusingly two-faced of you…
“Alastor?” You said. He jolted back to the moment, tilting his head.
“Aplogies. Thank you, my dear.” He hummed.
“uh. Sure.” You said, tail flicking in irritation. “You’re a weirdo, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told!”
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Deer man's in denial.
Next part?
Poker Night with the Gang- wait it's strip poker???
I've decided that I'm not going to upload any new chapters from here on out unless I get 10 reblogs from 10 different people.
That's the best and only way my writing will gain traction - I'm not asking much, you guys, a few reblogs for a new chapter is a fair enough deal and it doesn't cost you anything - I'm the one who has to come up with ideas and write the fics that you guys read.
It's not fair to me to put in all that effort and hours into fics only to have a few reblogs.
You woke up again in Alastor’s arms, and it was getting annoying at this point. He didn’t even have the decency to pretend that he hadn’t been watching you sleep.
You knew that he didn’t love you, not really, despite his affectionate behaviour and clinginess. You figured that he was just bored; there was no way someone like Alastor would even look twice in your direction if he didn’t own your soul. The jewel around your throat cemented that, and you felt more like a prized novelty than anything else.
But he’d get bored soon.
You knew he would.
“Bonjour, cherie,” he purred out at you, and you hummed noncommittedly as a reply. You weren’t a morning person, even at the best times, and even more so when captured by an overly affectionate demon who liked to play ‘house’ with you down below in hell.
Your life was one big, badly written Wattpad fanfic, and you hated it.
You tried to slip out from his grasp as you had done yesterday, but the demon held fast, so you paused your motions of putting some space between the two of you and getting dressed for now.
“Aren’t you going to get up?” you prompted, but Alastor seemed to have other ideas, curling you back into his arms and stroking a hand up and down your spine like you were a damn cat.
Though, not that you would ever admit it aloud, his ministrations felt… nice, so you reluctantly allowed yourself to settle against his chest.
“In a moment, dearest,” Alastor buried his face into your hair and inhaled deeply, making you twitch, but you stayed silent on that matter.
“Um,” you really wanted to get out of his grasp right now and tried to think of how best to convince the demon to release you. “Do you have anything I can change into?”
Alastor pulled back, a softer smile on his lips as he gazed down at you, his stare smouldering.
“I do indeed, sweetheart,” he gently booped your nose before pulling you over to a wardrobe you hadn’t noticed before, leading you over there with his fingers intertwined with your own. “Tada!”
He opened the doors with a flourish, beaming down at you and awaiting your reaction as you took in the clothes hanging from the rails.
You couldn’t see all of them right now, but from what you could tell, they looked straight out of a 1930s Sears catalogue and something your grandmother would have worn in her youth. In fact, you vividly remembered your grandmother pulling out an old and dusty trunk from under her bed and pulling out the faded garments that were now about a century out of style.
Oh no.
Alastor allowed you to pull your hand out of his as you stepped forward, reaching out to leaf through the hung clothing while he looked on with excitement and fondness.
“Do you like them, darling?”
You didn’t know what to say.
Just by looking at them, you knew you would hate them, and touching the fabrics and taking in the textures solidified your feelings on the matter: this would not work out well.
“Well, sweetheart?”
Flipping through a few more outfits, you chewed your lip as you thought of a way to get yourself out of this mess without upsetting or enraging the demon who had been generous enough to you already.
You were no fool - you knew full well that Alastor was more than capable of harming you despite the affectionate behaviour you'd witnessed thus far.
You released the sleeve of one dress you had been inspecting – it was called the Hooverette if you remembered correctly – and glanced away from the demon and the wardrobe, your skin prickling with goosebumps already just from that little contact.
“I…” you took a deep breath, “I can’t wear any of these.”
Alastor tilted his head, his smile twitching at the sides. Frighteningly enough, the antlers atop his head seemed to grow just the slightest bit bigger in size.
“Oh? And why not?”
“I…” fear tightened your airways, and you hugged yourself, nails digging into your skin as you unconsciously scratched at your skin in an attempt to remove all traces of those textures from your body. Yes, you hadn’t even worn them once, but you knew well enough what it would lead to, and you’d rather avoid that entirely.
“Why won’t you wear those clothes, dearest?” Alastor loomed over you like a terrifying shadow, hands grasping his cane while sweat beaded the back of your neck. "Aren’t you my good girl?”
“I…” your fingers came to tug at strands of your hair, “I’m autistic, okay?!”
That came out way harsher than you expected, and the room was left in silence after your abrupt exclamation, but you continued at his silence.
“Look, I don’t expect you to get it,” you began, starting to pace while Alastor remained rooted in his spot, his burning eyes being the only thing that moved as they followed your movements. “I have ADHD too, and I don’t think they knew what any of those were in your day. Fuck, girls would’ve been lobotomised for this shit in your day!”
You exhaled deeply, continuing your rant before you lost momentum. “You must’ve known someone back in the day who was… I don’t know? Weird? Strange? Away with the fairies?”
He didn’t answer, so you ploughed on, “My point is that these days, we have research, diagnoses and understanding available for people like me. All it means is that my brain is wired differently to yours and-”
You stopped abruptly, noticing that Alastor was no longer standing where he once was.
“Alastor?”
You glanced around, checking the other rooms to see where the demon had scuttled off to, but he was nowhere to be found. Did he somehow teleport away without you even noticing? More importantly, demons could teleport? Or was that an Alastor-only talent that came along with creeping on you?
You didn’t know, but right now, it seemed that the demon had abruptly vanished into thin air.
Checking other rooms yielded the same results, but you were surprised and amazed to find various other rooms in this house he’d kept you in, including a library – you had to admit, you spent quite a few hours in there alone, exploring the titles lining the shelves and reading a few of the books.
Another of the rooms was a parlour that seemed accurate for the 1930s according to your grandma’s photos, a cute little utility closet with a lock – that might come in handy later, a grand kitchen, and so many other rooms that it was hard for you to comprehend. Did he do this by magic? Or was there some sort of hellish contractor service? More importantly, did they take jobs up on Earth? You knew your cousin would be the first in line for a remodel of her home.
Still, you weren’t about to just sit around and mope like a sad puppy while you waited for him to return; you were hungry and figured he wouldn’t mind what you did after leaving you to your own devices so abruptly. Plus, you weren’t about to become obedient just because some asshole owned your soul and decided to kidnap you because of it.
Squaring your shoulders, you made your way back to the kitchen, taking in the tasteful décor that lined the house as you ambled forward – you hated to admit it; as creepy as Alastor was, he had good taste in décor. Or at least, his hellish decorator did.
The kitchen was neatly organized and stocked with various ingredients, but you weren’t about to impose on him any further. You opted to make the two of you some simple omelettes for breakfast or whatever time it was down here. You couldn’t really tell, what with the lack of sun and all.
Wait, if there was no sun, then how the hell did people grow the vegetables and fruits that were lining Alastor’s fridge? That was quite a conundrum, but maybe it had something to do with magic? How did magic even work down here?
You broke yourself out of your thoughts before getting too distracted and forgetting to eat. It had happened many times before, and you were always left cranky and annoyed with yourself.
Back in the kitchen, you pulled out a carton of eggs from the fridge before rooting around for a bowl and a fork to whisk the eggs. Now for the frying pan. A small enough frying pan was hanging from some hooks besides a few woks and other sized frying pans—just how many pots and pans did one guy need?
Pulling one down, you inspected it, furrowing your brow as you noticed that it was a non-stick frying pan, so you’d need a silicone or plastic spatula-
SLAM
The door bursting open made you scream and drop the frying pan which clattered to the floor and rattled around before rolling to a stop.
You couldn’t even think about the pan right now, not with Alastor staring you down from across the kitchen, his usually red eyes replaced with… glowing green radio dials? His fanged smile reminded you too much of a shark’s maw, but you knew Alastor had any shark beat completely in terms of scariness. A black liquid of some kind dripped from the corners of his mouth while his antlers were somehow the size of branches right now.
“A-Alastor?” you croaked out, and the demon’s neck cracked, somehow elongating and jutting out as joints appeared from fuck knows where. You couldn’t really care about any of that at this point, not with this… this monster staring you down from across the room.
He took a deafening step forward, and you swore you heard the pans rattle from the force of his singular stomp.
But you… you had already fled the second those pans rattled, not even waiting for them to settle before your escape. Fear and some basic human survival instinct overpowered your rationality and sent you scrambling away from the demon, but where could you hide?
The bedroom might be an option, mainly because the ensuite had a lock, but it was too far away, and you’d never make it in time before Alastor got his claws on you. What you needed was-
Wait!
A lock!
With your destination in mind, you barrelled towards the utility closet, slammed the door shut, and locked it while you caught your breath. Panic was coursing through your body, frying your brains and leaving no room for rational thought as tears streamed down your cheeks.
You hadn’t even noticed you were shaking until now as you fought to regain your breath, backing away from the door until your back met a wall. It was pitch black here, and groping the walls for a light switch yielded no results.
So, you sank to the floor in complete darkness and finally let the panic attack take hold of you, sobs wracking your body as you shook like a weak leaf in the autumn wind.
Outside your little sanctuary, the Radio Demon’s hand paused in the air, stopping before his knuckles could make contact with the wood.
What was left of Alastor’s blackened heart twisted with guilt, and his ears drooped, almost flat against his head. He hadn’t meant to frighten you; he was only scared that you had somehow run off while he was gone, and the panic, fear, and anger flooding his brain completely skipped out on the pretty jewel that hung from your pretty throat.
He’d given that to you for a reason. So, things like this didn’t happen.
Why didn’t Alastor look?
Even still, just taking a look at the kitchen counter and the ingredients you had pulled out should have been enough to placate his fear and rage that you might have slipped out of his grasp.
Or that someone had spirited you away in order to hurt him.
He usually prided himself on being calm and collected, but the fear of losing you had clearly overridden his self-control. However, Alastor made a vow not to let this happen again.
Yes, fear usually tasted just lovely from other demons and sinners and even more so from humans, but yours somehow tasted acrid in a way that pained his heart in a way he couldn’t describe. He didn’t want you to fear him; he wanted your love!
And yet… Alastor had ruined everything with his rage.
.
Once your panic attack had run its course, you scrubbed the tears off your face and sighed, eyeing the tiny lines of light that crept in from the sides of the door. You weren’t up to dealing with Alastor’s nonsense right now, especially with that stunt he’d pulled earlier – you didn’t know what was going on there with his monstrous transformation and honestly didn’t want to know. You’d seen enough horror movies to know when to leave something alone, and you were going to listen to that.
Still, you’d have to face him eventually, but why were you worrying? He was the one that fucked up, not you!
The remaining dregs of fear within you ignited into small embers of anger – what gave Alastor the right to terrify you like that? You didn’t care that he was a terrifying demon who could end your life in a second; you didn’t deserve what he had done!
You rose to your feet, slightly wobbly and unsteady from the panic attack. It had sucked away all your energy, and not having eaten earlier only contributed to that. You unlocked the door and made your way to the bedroom.
Alastor glanced up at your arrival, apparently interrupting his pacing, but you blanked him and went to the bathroom, not feeling the slightest guilt. The demon had looked like he wanted to say something to you, but you figured that he could wait – he deserved worse for what he did.
You used the bathroom and took your sweet time washing your hands and your face, cleaning away all remnants of tears from your face, though the puffiness under your eyes stubbornly remained – alas, you couldn’t have it all. After fixing your hair, you took a deep breath and left the bathroom, going over to the couch, curling up at the end of one, and purposefully placing a large cushion down in the empty space next to you.
Was it childish? Yes. But you had no intention of sharing such close quarters with Alastor right now, and if he couldn’t take the hint that you didn’t want him sitting next to you or invading your personal space, then you’d whack him with the cushion until he did.
The demon eyed the cushion beside you and sighed, sitting at the other end of the couch and crossing his legs, turning to face you.
“Darling…”
You stubbornly ignored him, keeping your eyes fixed on the vase of flowers on the nearby table – they hadn’t been there before.
He sighed again.
“I’m sorry.”
You turned to face him, face set and glared a little too harshly for a human with no means of protecting themselves.
“I’m sure you are,” you responded simply.
“I didn’t intend to scare you, my dearest,” Alastor began, “I know my words can’t begin to atone for what I did and are no excuse, but please, allow me to explain.”
You gave a single nod, and Alastor’s shoulders seemed to sag a little in relief, but you narrowed your eyes at him – an apology or excuse wouldn’t get him out of the danger zone in your mind.
“I… I have many enemies, you see. As an Overlord in Hell, my path is fraught with threats from those looking to overthrow me or thwart my plans and power, so with your connection to me,” he gestured at the jewel at your neck, and you tugged at it, playing with the gem as Alastor continued. “I feared that you somehow had gotten out of the safety of my home and fallen prey to the many dangers out there in the wild. Not to mention if any of my enemies had come across you…”
You twitched. His concerns were more about himself and his reputation than you, and while the revelation of Overlords piqued your curiosity, you weren’t about to let that distract you from your anger.
Alastor sighed again, removing his monocle to rub at his tired-looking red eyes before replacing it once more, “And I care for you, my darling… I feared for your safety. I feared that someone had somehow gotten in and harmed you while I was elsewhere…”
That softened your heart a little bit, but you didn’t forgive him.
“You could have just looked at the counter,” you settled on saying after a beat of silence, and Alastor’s eyes flickered with something upon hearing your voice again. “I was going to make omelettes for us.”
Alastor’s face softened, and he shakily reached out to cup your cheek, but you batted his hands away, not quite wanting to deal with his affection once more. He retracted his hand reluctantly and sighed again.
“I admit, my fear and panic had gotten the best of me, clouding my thoughts, and I am ashamed to have played a part in terrifying you, sweet butterfly,” he was looking at you with such a remorseful look that made you look away, slightly uncomfortable. “I swear I will atone for my actions.”
You nodded sternly – he had better make up for what he did.
“First, can I offer you anything to eat, sweetness?”
You shook your head, “I’m not hungry.”
Alastor’s expression flickered with pain and regret at your words, but really, you were the injured party here; why was he feeling sad?
He sighed, breaking you from your thoughts and offered you a hand, “Then I think it’s best for us to sleep now. It’s getting quite late.”
What the fuck?
Firstly, you still had no idea how time worked in hell—but maybe you’d spent longer than you thought you had exploring and reading. Secondly, he couldn’t seriously be expecting you to share a bed with him again after today’s events!
“I am not sharing a bed with you, buddy boy,” you hissed, pointing at him, “not after what you did!”
Alastor flinched at your words, but what was he expecting? That you’d accept his apology and let him kiss you all over to apologise? That you’d throw yourself at him for comfort and settle in for another night of being cooed over?
No. Way.
“You’re going on the couch!” you huffed, folding your arms.
“Very well, dearest,” Alastor sighed. Part of you was glad he allowed you to boss him around like this, though you figured it was only because he was trying to get on your good side that he listened to you. He moved towards the couch and settled down, seeming ready to sleep upright in his seat while you slipped under the bed’s covers.
“Goodnight, my sweet,” Alastor snapped his fingers, turning out the lights and casting the room into darkness while you settled for another night in hell.
At least this time, you weren’t in the arms of a possessive demon.
PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK
not Alastor being sent to the couch in his own house😂😂😂😂😂
Reader is neurodivergent bc I'm neurodivergent and my perspective is the only one I have access to and shapes my world - I've only ever gone thru life with Autism and ADHD so I guess every fic or character I write has some flavouring of neurodiversity in them
Waking up in the arms of a deer-featured demon was terrifying, even though your mind was still hazy from sleep. Your fear didn’t abate once you realised where you were and that what had happened the previous night wasn’t just a bad dream.
“Hmm? Awake are we, cherie?” came Alastor’s sleep-tinged voice as he stretched his arms out before settling back into the pillows, lying on his side to face you fully.
You nodded meekly, trying not to let your tremors start afresh as a hand came to rest on your hip, his smile soft as he peered down at you through thick lashes.
His gaze made you as uncomfortable as ever, and you didn’t want to spend your entire morning with him staring down at you; plus, he promised answers yesterday, and you were determined to get them.
“I’m gonna go freshen up,” you said after a moment of silence, slipping out from under his arm and trying not to shudder as he stroked down your sides as you left. “Do you have anything I can change into?”
“Of course, cher,” with a snap of his fingers, a pile of clothes and a towel appeared in your hands, making you startle at their sudden appearance.
“Fab,” you gritted out, glaring at him as he chuckled at your surprise and moved to where you assumed the bathroom was.
“Don’t take too long now, sweetheart,” he called out after you as you shut the door. “Or I might have to come in and rescue you~.”
Shuddering, you tried not to think about what he meant by that and locked the door – not that it would do much in the long run – before casting an eye over the ensuite bathroom, which was somehow much larger than you’d expected. Your entire living room at home could fit in here!
A pang of sorrow twinged your heart as you thought about home. Would you ever see it again?
Gritting your teeth, you turned the shower on and let it heat up so the sound of running water would drown out the sounds of your heartache.
Freshening up, you washed your hands and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over your skin as sobs shook your body.
What had you done wrong in your life to deserve this?
You weren’t virtuous by any means and sinned quite a bit, but not enough to deserve whatever kind of eternal punishment this was. Hell, you knew people who’d sinned more than you and did worse things than you, and they always seemed to have a better lot in their lives – were you being punished for someone else’s sins?
A knock on the door startled you out of your sorrow, reminding you of the demon lurking outside your door.
“Yeah?” you called out, clearing your throat from the wobble your abrupt crying session had caused.
“Are you alright in there, darling?” Alastor sounded concerned, which was quite strange in contrast to his usual chipper transatlantic accented voice.
“I’m fine,” you replied, “just sleepy.”
He chuckled at that, “Very well, darling. I’ll let you be.”
You didn’t know how long he’d leave you alone, so you started scrubbing up, using a small amount of the products that Alastor himself appeared to use and washing away all traces of your tears. It wouldn’t do well to show your emotional weakness to him, even though he could probably see through your flimsy façade, but you needed all the strength you could muster right now.
After finishing, you hurriedly dried yourself with the ridiculously soft towel he’d given you, got dressed, and brushed out your hair as best as you could with your fingers. You couldn’t really stall for any more time; you were only delaying the inevitable. With a deep breath, you unlocked the door and stepped out.
“Ah, there you are, my sweet,” Alastor was immediately in front of you, taking you in his arms and brushing a thumb over your cheek. Somehow, he was immaculately dressed and freshened up again – was there another shower here? “Any longer, I’d have thought you went down the drain.”
He chuckled at that bad joke, and you grimaced, stepping away from him and moving to the couches. “You said you’d answer my questions yesterday, so spill.”
“And so, I did! But first, wouldn’t you like to have a nibble? You must be hungry, darling.” Alastor didn’t even wait for your reply, merely snapping his fingers and conjuring an assortment of breakfast delicacies as he sat down, patting his thighs in an invitation for you to sit.
Ew.
You walked by and curled up on the other end of the couch, taking a bowl of fruit salad and a fork before gesturing for him to start.
“Now, where to begin…” Alastor tapped his chin, his grin never faltering as he thought. “Ah yes: The beginning. Long ago, angels created humans, starting with Adam and Lilith-”
“Wait! What?” you hadn’t even begun eating the fruit when Alastor revealed that juicy tidbit of information. “Angels are real?”
Alastor snorted, “Oh yes, they are. Unfortunately, they’re rather… Let’s say, different compared to what the Bible would have you believe.”
What did he mean by that? Weren’t they supposed to be all-loving? Weren’t they supposed to be messengers of God who tended to the human race?
Alastor resumed speaking, pausing your train of thought so you pinned those ideas for later thought.
“Lilith rejected Adam and ate the forbidden fruit that a rather rebellious Angel offered her, so Eve was created, but Eve was tempted to eat the fruit too, letting evil into the world. As punishment, Lucifer and Lilith were cast down into Hell-”
“Lucifer?”
Alastor’s smiled tightened, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have sworn Alastor had beef with Lucifer – but holy fuck – Lucifer was real!
“Sorry,” you whispered, obediently nibbling at a piece of melon as the demon stared at you.
“Hell is composed of those who are hell-born, such as Lucifer and his daughter-”
Lucifer had a daughter?
“As well as sinners who were once human. There are various rings of Hell, and demons cannot cross into other rings without special permission from Charlie or her father.”
Charlie had to be Lucifer’s daughter! Maybe she could help you?
“The ring we’re currently in is Pride.”
“From the seven sins,” you surmised, and Alastor nodded approvingly.
That meant there had to be at least a few other rings of Hell, right?
“Do you have any questions, sweetness?”
You had tons at this point; setting your bowl aside, you curled up with your back leaning against the armrest as you faced Alastor.
“Can you tell me about heaven?”
“Admittedly, I haven’t been to heaven, so my knowledge is limited. What I do know is that it’s essentially all the good things in the world, and those who do good are sent up there.”
You nodded slowly before another question popped into your head, “Do angels actually have wings and look like us? Or do they do the whole be not afraid thing?”
Alastor chuckled, reaching over to brush your cheek fondly, “Oh no, they are humanoid in nature, sweetling, and yes, they do have wings.”
Flying with wings sounded amazing, and you briefly thought back to your childhood wish of flying too – who hadn’t dreamt of their own wings and flying?
“Demons are similarly humanoid in nature,” Alastor tacked on, “though… they each have their own differences and varieties.”
“So, they’re not all…” you trailed off, not knowing how best to phrase your words without potentially upsetting Alastor. “Deer themed?”
Alastor chuckled, pulling you into his lap as you yelped from the abrupt motion and the proximity to the demon. “No, baby. Some are flora-themed rather than fauna-themed. Some are even,” Alastor paused for a moment, a flicker of irritation tinging his smile as he gritted out, “technology inspired.”
“Oh wow.” You didn’t know what else to say because what could anyone say to that? Your entire world was blown, not only by demons existing but by angels being real, too.
Would they be able to help you if you prayed? Could they even hear you from down here?
Alastor booped your nose, his smile softening as you blinked out of your reverie.
“Any other questions, darling?”
You nodded, “Were you human too?”
“Hoho, a bold question!”
You flushed at that, embarrassment creeping up your neck as you glanced at anywhere but him, but Alastor guided your gaze back to himself, cooing as you peered up at him with flushed cheeks.
“But to answer your questions simply: Yes. I was human before my death.”
You blinked, digesting that piece of information. Did you know him in life?
“When did you…” you trailed off, not knowing how to say what you were thinking. You weren’t about to ask when he died – that was rude!
“When did I die?” his smile remained as chipper as ever, and you nodded slowly while he amused himself by twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers. “I met my end in the 1930s, sweetling.”
The 30’s? Well, that would explain his accent and his affinity for the radio.
“I’m… sorry about that…” you cringed internally, hoping he’d just ignore what you’d said, but the demon chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Gross.
“Not to worry, my darling, I’m more than happy down below.”
He was actually happy here? Was that even possible? Wasn’t Hell supposed to be about eternal torment or something?
You weren’t quite sure anymore – you weren’t sure of anything at this point, not with Alastor upending your entire worldview with his very existence, never mind his knowledge of the afterlife.
Still, you had more pressing questions that needed answers.
“Will you tell me who sold my soul to you?”
Alastor hummed, raising your hand to his lips and pressing chaste kisses to your knuckles before returning his arm to its place around your waist.
“Ah, now that would be telling,” he teased.
“But it’s my soul,” you tried not to let the pout show on your face; you really didn’t need any more condescending bullshit from Alastor. “Don’t I have the right to know which asshole had their hands on it? And why they sold it?”
“That’s true,” Alastor trailed off, and you held your breath instinctively. “But I’d rather not have my sweetling thinking about such things.”
“But…” you trailed off, trying to form an argument as Alastor peered down at you with amusement dancing in his red eyes. “I know I didn’t sell my soul to any human or anything else, not even as a joke… Did someone steal my soul with magic or something?”
Alastor booped your nose again, “Good guess, my darling, but I’m afraid not.”
That crossed out one of your theories and left you stumped for now. “Then how…?”
“Ah, maybe I’ll tell you one day, sweetness.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you tried not to shudder at his overly touchy and affectionate nature. This was getting too much for you.
You huffed, trying to sneak your way out of his grasp, but Alastor only tightened his grip on your waist, so you gave up on that for now.
“Now then, have I answered all of your questions, sweetness?”
You nodded, and Alastor smiled wider and offered you his hand, opening his fist to reveal-
“Oh wow,” you couldn’t help but admire the gorgeous garnet jewel that sat in his palm, hung delicately on a thin chain of gold.
Alastor quickly placed it on you, fastening the clasp before you could even protest.
“I- it’s beautiful, but I don’t need it-”
Alastor only smiled wider, “Ah, but it’s my way of keeping an eye on you.”
Fury coiled around your heart – you weren’t some pet that needed to be chipped!
“I’m not going anywhere,” you settled on saying instead, your own smile tight.
“Ah, but I like to be careful, just in case. You understand, don’t you, darling?” he booped your nose again, and you resisted the urge to gnash your teeth.
“I really don’t.”
“Plus,” his fingers came to toy with the jewel now hanging from your throat, making you still at the reminder of the sharp claws that tipped his digits.
He probably didn’t mean to scare you with them. Still, they served as a reminder of the power imbalance between the two of you – you were only a lowly human with no powers or magic, while he was a powerful demon that could shred you to ribbons with those claws if he really wanted to.
You needed to tread carefully.
“This jewel serves as my claim on you.”
You twitched at that, but Alastor didn’t seem to care or notice, his clawed digits trailing up to cup your cheek.
“Though,” his eyes flashed with something you couldn’t recognise. “If you really want, I can change it to a chain that the other souls I own have~.”
You tried not to shudder – this guy was seriously fucked up!
“I’ll pass,” you offered weakly, making his smile widen.
“I knew you’d see it my way, my darling.”
A/N: okay i KNOW a bunch of yall absolutely would pick the chain instead of the necklace and I'm calling you all out 👀👀👀
