Alastor X Reader - Blog Posts

Please dear god someone find this fic (except I only remember niche little details about it)

Ok so it was an Alastor x reader and basically reader was a fallen? Angel but was pretending to be a regular demon BUT WAS ALSO up living on Earth? For like multiple lifetimes?

In the last chapter I read reader got hurt and -

OH WAIT I think reader was an overlord? but nobody knew her identity and Alastor was- WAIT WAIT Alastor went to the IMPs to help him figure out who reader was cuz he was so hellbent (heh) on finding out

-in the last chapter reader got hurt and Alastor found out her identity cuz he was the one to help her recover (he had like an apartment) and he wasn’t letting reader leave cuz he was worried that they would get hurt again . But Angel Dust and Husk went to the apartment (they couldn’t go to the actual apartment door. It was one of those were you have to be buzzed in) to go see reader cuz they hadn’t seen her since she got hurt and were worried. Alastor didn’t want her to go down to see them but reader wanted to WAIT WAIT

Alastor found out that she was an angel when she got injured and was bleeding gold all over his bed (I think he said a line like that) I think Alastor was suspicious of them, but didn’t find out that they were an angel til this point.

It was a slow burn and it only just started getting good (they made out I think)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP I need it BACK in my arms

“you were his favorite girls”

I love this so much 😭

Alastors the dad that stepped UP

I could read a series about this I’m a sucker for happy family type shit

Alastor Adopts Your Daughter…And More

Alastor never anticipated that a silly little game of pretend would have his head dipping in a rare display of compassion, his heart fluttering and a subtle blush dusting over his usually cold, sharp features. You, on the other hand, nervously chuckled away right next to him, an ‘I’m sorry, what did you just say, baby?’ tumbling from your lips as you failed to process your daughter’s innocent plea in your state of shock.

“I want Mr. Alastor to pretend to be my daddy forever!” She repeated herself, her little fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. “Pretty please? He’s so nice,” She tentatively added with a sniffle, “And maybe the other kids will stop making fun of me for not having one.”

You were prepared to gently turn her down, but Alastor took her smaller hands in his larger ones before you could utter a single syllable, his ears falling back with an uncharacteristically sympathetic smile. He couldn’t say no to your daughter, her big, round eyes brimming with tears and threatening to stain the chubby cheeks he’d come to adore, his decision only solidified by her gut-wrenching admission.

“I would be honored to pretend to be your father for all of eternity, little one,” Alastor leaned down to tell her, your mouth falling open in disbelief as you observed the tender exchange between the two of them. “So long as your mother permits it, of course.”

Your daughter turned to you with an expectant look on her face, impatiently bouncing on her knees, eliciting an amused chuckle from Alastor. You supposed that there was no harm in entertaining her, mumbling ‘Fine, I’ll think about it,’ to satisfy her. And it worked, an excited squeal flooding the parlor as she turned away and resumed the game with a renewed fervor, a permanent smile etched onto her youthful features.

“You know that means that you’re stuck as my pretend husband, right?” You joked, gently bumping your shoulder against Alastor’s as he leaned back, a newfound affection towards him brewing in the depths of your stomach. “I’m sure you failed to consider that.”

“Oh, the absolute horror!” Alastor turned to you with a gasp of mock-disappointment, however he quickly succumbed to a bout of laughter. “But I could live with it,” He added, reaching out to caress your cheekbone with the back of his hand. Now it was your turn to blush.

While Alastor was unfamiliar with matters of the heart, he’d be willing to sit down with his dear friend Rosie over a long cup of tea if it meant that he could have you two, and not just in a make-believe setting. Besides his mother, you were his favorite girls, and he desperately wanted to chase that foreign feeling that overwhelmed him every time either one of you smiled up at him as if he wasn’t the Radio Demon, the most terrifying, bloodthirsty sinner in all of Hell.

“Does that mean you’re going to have babies now?” Your daughter suddenly asked, eliciting a surprised bleat from Alastor. You could only clamp a hand over your mouth, stifling your nervous laughter. “Because I want to be a big, happy family with many siblings!”

“Baby, I don’t think that’s going to—“ You started, assuming that she had pushed Alastor too far, but he quickly composed himself.

“Perhaps we could arrange to provide you a sibling or two?” Alastor interrupted you, your eyes widening in shock. “Oh, I think you’re just cruel, darling,” He said as he turned to you, gesturing to your pouting daughter, “How can you say no to that sweet little face?”

Thesis:

Sometimes I be forgetting that Alastor is a BLACK man (or mixed or whatever), and I, as a fellow BLACK person myself, see a lot of missed potential for some Alastor x black! (and/or poc but I’m mostly thinking about black) reader fanfiction, in this essay I will-

Lost Loves

Reunited in Hell.

You didn't expect to end up in Hell. It's something that just never occurred to you, that despite your praying, begging for forgiveness, youd still end up rotting with everyone else. You'd helped your husband in his murders, you'd still help him, have he not been shot.

You wandered curiously through Hell, looking at a porn store, an already mugged store and weapons store that crossed your way while you walked through the streets like it were normal. There was chaos all around you, it felt like every two seconds someone's head was lobbed off in a gruesome way. You continued to walk through the crimson streets of Hell before something caught your eye, a small group of sinners all huddled up around a smaller store, or what looked like a store.

Your curiosity got the best of you, dragging you into the front of the small group, murmuring apologies or simply pushing past those who chose to ignore you. It was a radio, a modern looking one at that, similar to one you had in your own home, which you'd always listen to your husbands radio show on. Then something struck you, the radio wasn't the only familiar thing about this scene. The voice, the grating, static-filled voice. Youd recognise it anywhere. Alastor..

You listened in intently, rudely sushing any murmur or whisper among the crowd you'd trudged your way into. You smiled manically upon just listening to his voice for more than two minutes. Frantically, you grasped onto the shoulders of the hell-goer closes to you, a gatsby woman. She was short and pudgy, but undeniably pretty.

"Where does he live?" You asked with the most amount of kindness you could muster, despite your excitement.

"The radio demon? He's residin' at his radio hut, why?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. You bit a scowl at hearing the woman refer to your deceased husband as a demon, but you kept your composure.

"Take me there!" You said breathlessly with a grin, gripping the short woman's shoulders harshly, making her shrug them off.

"And what's in it fa' me?" She asks, looking at you from the side of her eye, tilting her head slightly with a bored look on her face.

"I'll put in a good word for you." The first offer, and undeniably the best. A cocky grin came to her face as she took you hand, shaking it slowly, beginning to drag you down the street. You saw a small lodge at the end of the street, decrepit but sturdy. Minimalistic. It came closer with every long stride, making you grin. You were so close to seeing your husband again, a mere stride away.

You missed the next few seconds of your life- well, death, only truly in your own mind again when you were face-to-face with your husband, his hands gripping your arms tightly. He was scared of leaving you, again. You looked into his newly red eyes, his paler skin, his red hair, everything about him. Even his new features. His deer ones, fitting.

"I've missed you, love.." You murmured breathlessly, a small, teary smile on your face. The small woman had gone, leaving nothing in her wake. It was just you and your husband, the hotel was silent, apart from your small sniffles and the static coming from your husband. Your husband.

"Oh my darling.. I never meant to leave you.." He cooes with a large grin on his face, bearing his sharp, yellow teeth.

Both of you leaned into one another, soft bleating coming from Alastor's throat as your lips connected for what felt like the first time in a millenia.

You held his hand in yours desperately, feeling a cold metal on your finger. His wedding ring, he never took it off. It didn't fit his aesthetic, the silver contrasting his outside drastically, but he'd kept it on.

"You kept it on.." You murmured against his lips happily, feeling him cup your face.

"I was waiting for you, darling.." He cooed yet again, leaning down with a large grin but, it was comforting. Soft.

"I love you.." A chorus of two voices, filled with a heavenly love and devotion to one another, pure love.

This belongs to @nieveel not you

So? Idgaf if my baby girl commits several homicides he's still my baby girl.

That’s okay, he’s still my babygirl

reader wakes up from a nightmare and alastor comforts them because I SAID SO

(I know that Alastor is aroace!!! I just wanted to try writing something :] This isn't a long story)

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The night was silent save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace. You stirred restlessly, trapped in the clutches of a vivid nightmare. Suddenly, you jolted awake, gasping for air, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Alastor, sensing your distress, immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Darling, what troubles you?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you recounted the horrors of your dream. Alastor listened attentively, his crimson eyes filled with concern. Without a word, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch a comforting balm against your fears. "Fear not, my dear," he whispered, his voice like a velvet caress. "I am here, and I shall protect you from any darkness that dares to haunt your dreams." You buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. In his arms, you found solace and safety, the nightmare already fading into the distant recesses of your mind. Wrapped in each other's warmth, you drifted back to sleep, knowing that as long as Alastor was by your side, no nightmare could ever truly harm you.

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sexy red demon moment

Sup Broskis

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A Siren Drowns

Hazbin Hotel is my hyperfixation and now that I know how to use Tumblr u get the rot that fills my brain about this very specific niche thought of a celeb/singer demon who is a siren bc I love mythology.<3 Kisses darling (also a song I had in my mind while writing this is our word by Jessie Shelton that shit slaps) - -

cold... so very cold, only three things, quite literally swam in your mind.

The water was cold but you were warm.

why were your legs so warm

you were finally free of him.

your eyes stung to keep open but you could now see the blood, that's why your legs were warm. he was flailing too, you could hear that.

Good. He deserves to struggle.

This is it this must be peace. nothingness, the cold almost is comforting, it's just a bath just take a nap...

Relax its all going to be over soon.

you expect to slip into nothingness but..

It's warm still... Why is it still warm? everything is warm now. Breathing how are you breathing?

Why are there screams? are you screaming?

opening your eyes still stings, everything is red. As you spin, you're on your feet... your feet? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOUR FEET! Now you're sure you're screaming. Webbed feet are under your body. pale blue skin with freckles

As you spin frantically disoriented, you stumble to the ground not even processing quick enough, the red buildings with neon signs and the overwhelming smell of decay let alone the person who knocked you over.

"watch where you're going toots"

is that a MAN SPIDER? your feet carry you, as far as you can as you clamor and crawl, it's much harder now with these odd feet beneath you and a long layered dress you don't remember wearing. Hes yelling something, you don't hear, and your mind screams in agony in rationalizations of the situation you're in when you come to the conclusion...

It made sense that committing murder-suicide with your abusive partner via drowning would land you in hell.

Pt 2 here

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.