I Would Love To See More Of Alastor X Or Just With A Male Reader, Doesnt Necessarily Have To Be In A

I would love to see more of Alastor x or just with a male reader, doesn’t necessarily have to be in a romantic relationship yk could also be like son or brother, would love to see Alastor with a younger brother I think it would be fun :)

Imagine Alastor brother/son/partner in this outfit or types of clothes ❣️

I have a younger brother, he’s annoying as hell!!

❤️🦌Counterfeit Instinct🦌❤️

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Alastor x Lamb!Reader˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ AO3 copy

🔞Content Warnings🔞: Br33ding/heat cycles, 1mpreg (kind of? sinners can't reproduce), p1ssing to mark territory

Length: 2,800

Summary: When you're hit with a heating cycle and have no suppressants to ward off the urges, Alastor is happy to provide relief.

Notes: You and Alastor knew each on Earth but it's not explored in any detail. Taglist: @moonmark98

Try as you might to ignore it, the biological reality was weighing on you and it grew heavier by minute.

No suppressants, no Fizzbot to fuck, and no relief to be found with just your hand alone and so you’d resolved yourself to riding out this unforgiving estrus. 

You sat on the floor of your room in a thin lilac nightgown with fingers clenching in your bangs, twenty five hours in.

Approximately fifteen more to go.

There was an entire bottle of suppressants that you’d left back at your apartment, but you’d been so excited to move to the hotel that you’d forgotten them last month and now you were paying for it. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You clawed at the carpet, trying to ignore how your pussy was burning for friction but touching it again would just make it worse when you had nothing to fuck yourself with. 

If you were actually an animal, this would be the period of time in which you were most fertile–well, you were an animal now, sort of, but there was no chance of reproduction which added insult to this stark reminder of your lost humanity.

Save for these rare bouts of heat that you didn’t manage to dodge, your past life rarely crossed your mind these days.

Even back then, you’d despised babies and noisy children and you never entertained the thought of motherhood, much to the chagrin of your parents and sisters.

You did not engage sex or take risks because save for him, you’d never desired it and didn’t that just make him all the more special?

That coldness in your heart may have been part of why you were in hell in the first place, since such a disdain towards life itself was viewed as “evil” in those bygone days. 

Yes, you could remember it so clearly even now: sitting on the front porch of your parents’ home in the mountains and overhearing your mother tell her sister, “there’s something wrong with her.”

Pulling your knees to your chest, your sweaty body trembled with a chill.

“I don't care. I never cared! Fuck them!” You were panting, trying to think back on something else–anything else–for distraction.

Ah, right, you’d helped Alastor take out that minor overlord a few days ago.

He looked a lot like a grizzly bear, not unlike the ones you’d grown up being warned about.

No, don’t dwell on that, you told yourself, think about how it was gratifying to watch him drown in that lake of sewage on the outskirts of the city where you’d cornered him.

You were learning, you were learning…so focused on making Alastor proud of you and stealing those souls. 

Two thousand was less than you thought you’d net from someone that size but he’d been impressed. 

Alastor…

You wouldn’t mind it if he knocked you up.

The moment the thought entered your mind, it stuck there like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth.

You pushed yourself up to your hooves and began pacing around because for the umpteenth time you were thinking about his cock and now you were imagining him getting you pregnant.

You’d only fucked a few times but he’d always left you so satisfied, so spent, and he looked so suave and sexy while plowing you! 

He was perfect. He always had been.

He’d be even better fucking you with the raw intent of reproduction, whispering in your ear that he wanted you to take his seed and–

“No, no, no…” Biting the side of your hand, you were already reaching into your drenched panties and rubbing your swollen clit with your palm. It wouldn’t be enough, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

Knock, knock, knock

You bit into your hand harder and didn’t move.

Maybe they’d assume you were asleep and go away.

Knock, knock, knock

You’d explicitly told Charlie that you were sick and wouldn’t be out of your room for a couple of days. You’d asked her to relay that to Alastor, too (you were afraid to be in his presence right now and if that was him on the other side of the door you just might die).

It was embarrassing to tell her the truth, but you had kinda sorta hinted that heat was the problem. So surely she wouldn’t have…

“Darling? Are you alright?” Alastor’s voice called.

You were going to die.

“H-Hold on! I…I was napping. Sorry!” You grabbed your wrist and forced yourself to stop masturbating, wiping the fluids onto the side of your bed.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door just an inch to stare out at him with one eye. “H-Hey, Al, um…”

There he was, holding his cane with both hands and leaning forward expectedly. “There you are! It’s been over a day…since…”

Alastor’s grin stretched forcibly and his ears twitched. “Oh my. It’s worse than I thought.”

He grabbed the door handle and let himself in, giving you no choice but to step back and watch him enter your embarrassing enclosure that reeked of your pheromones.

You stood with your arms behind your back and your head down as if you’d just been caught doing something terrible. “...”

“I can smell it, you know.” He approached you and gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

He narrowed his eyes mischievously, soaking in how your expression had to be glazed over with pure lust. The sensation of his fingers touching your face made you start panting all over again.

“A-Al…” You choked, clenching your fists, a fresh gush of fluids flooding your panties. 

“My, my, you are such a mess right now, beloved.” He brushed his thumb along your cheek thoughtfully, his cane disappearing in his other hand. “You smell like you’ve already been having sex all day. I could catch the scent from all the day down the hall.”

You blushed in embarrassment. “It’s that bad?”

“I suppose that it’s too late for these, hm?” Keeping your face in his grasp and without breaking eye contact, he dug out a small bottle of pills from pocket and lightly shook them. “You forgot these at your apartment and I forgot to tell you I’d picked them up for you. How careless of me.”

He tossed the bottle aside and suddenly locked his fingers into the back of your hair, leaning over and sharply inhaling the side of your neck.

“Ah, yes.” His breath was hot against your skin. “It’s far too late for those. You’re in your most fertile period, so they’d do you no good now.”

You reached up to touch his hand, grasping it desperately. “Help.”

“Oh, beloved, that’s why I’m here.”

Alastor kissed your jawline, dragging his wet tongue along your flesh, and you closed your eyes to savor the contact.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him and rubbing your breasts against his chest with a string of pathetic whines. Your nipples stiffened through the fabric of your gown.

“Patience, patience,” he said, prying off his jacket and unclipping his bowtie. “You don’t want to dirty my suit, do you?”

You shook your head, but couldn’t pry yourself off of him, so he gently nudged you to sit back on your bed.

As he stripped his clothes off, unbuttoning his shirt and granting you a full view of his scar plastered chest, you squeezed your knees and whimpered. 

His cock was already tenting in his pants when he unzipped them, delighting in how you squirmed with anticipation. “Isn’t that gown of yours sweaty enough? Might as well throw it off.”

“Y-Yeah.” You swallowed and shakily lifted it up over yourself, getting it caught on your horns as you pulled it over your head. Great. 

“You poor little thing.” Alastor laughed at you with amusement and you felt his weight settle next to you. “Here.”

He pulled it off for you, now stripped bare himself, and rubbed the tip of his finger over your horn which caused your back to straighten as the sensation sent electricity down to your clit.

“Sensitive now, are they?”

“U-Uh huh…” 

“Then I suppose we shouldn’t delay any further.”

Alastor sat himself at the front of your bed, his cock fully erect and dripping precum at the deep red tip. It was so thick and solid. 

You eyed the shaft hungrily and pulled your panties off, then positioned yourself across his lap, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against your swollen folds. 

“Easy, dear.” He gently held your waist, but there was no “easy” about it. You wanted his cock in you now! 

You took it inside of you all at once, forcing it through your tight muscles with a pained cry.

With your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you worked your hips up and down his dick with drool dripping down the side of your mouth. 

Your secretions were already soaking him, resulting in an indecent wet sound each time you sheathed him. 

He moaned under his breath and squeezed your breasts, massaging the flesh between his claws and pinching your nipples. 

You rode him with a wild fury. 

Finally, finally, finally your hunger was being satiated!

The head of his cock hitting against your cervix with each thrust normally would have hurt, but there was only euphoria now with your hormones having all but turned your insides to puddy to accommodate the rough fucking from any potential mate.. 

Yes, that’s right, you thought to yourself with a sense of pride. Alastor is my mate and he’s my territory. I’m the only one who gets to have his dick inside of me!

You kissed him with his length buried in you, moving your hips in circles and letting your first orgasm send tremors across your body. Your pussy squeezed him like a vice as his tongue lathered the inside of your mouth.

“Al,” you whispered between smacking your lips together. “You feel so good. So…so good…” 

“Hm.” His hands glided along your sides, admiring your curves. 

He tasted like spicy meat, which only made you more hungry for him, but as your tongue rubbed the backside of his sharp teeth he shoved you back off of his cock and onto the mattress.

He hovered over you and pinched your cheek. “On your hands and knees, darling. Proper breeding posture.” 

You obeyed him without question, the emptiness in your cunt starting to burn again.

He kissed your back between your shoulder blades and hummed. “So well behaved for an animal that can barely string together a coherent thought.”

You whined and rubbed your ass against his cock, hiding half your face in your hair as you looked back at him. 

“Insatiable, are we?” He squeezed your ass tentatively. “If you were actually fertile you wouldn't be leaving this heat without my child in you.”

Why did he have to say that!

In your right mind you'd be disgusted by such a thought but being high on a cocktail of your own pheromones you wanted nothing more than for Alastor to inseminate you–and knowing that it wasn’t what you really wanted, that it was your sovereignty being influenced by instinct, only maddened you further. 

“D-Don’t tease me, please…” You grasped the sheets impatiently as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your vulva.

“Do you like that?” He pushed the head against your leaking hole and held you by the waist, sliding into your tight walls agonizingly slow–you were already drenched, damn it!

You tried to thrust your hips to beg him to move faster.

“I’ll confess, when I’m rutting, it’s all I can think about…” He chuckled with spiteful resignation, snapping his hips into you and stabbing your cervix, forcing you to shriek. “How badly I want to just impregnate you. To cum in you with the knowledge that in just a few months everyone would know you’re my mate just from glancing at your swollen belly and growing tits.”

The visuals he was putting in your head had you clenching your scalp as he moved inside of you and your body begged to comply with this fantasy, squeezing him harder and eliciting a strained moan. 

His nails dug into your skin. “Darling, is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you squeaked, your face flushed with humiliation.

“Tell me.” 

“I-I want you to…” You buried your forehead into your forearm and moaned pathetically, saliva dripping down your chin. “I want you to get me pregnant!”

No, you didn’t! But yes, you did!

“That’s a good girl.” 

You didn’t want to have your body hijacked but if it was Alastor’s…there was no one else’s spawn you’d rather have growing in you. 

Your love for him was so intense, you could do that for him, couldn’t you?

His cock was throbbing in you, threatening to burst any moment now and finish the deed and you so desperately wanted him to fill your womb up. 

Imagining being in such a primal state of vulnerability next to him, hugging his arm between your breasts painfully heavy with milk and with the weight of your child weighing between your hips–

Alastor’s teeth sunk into your shoulder just hard enough to draw blood, pulling your attention back to him in the present. 

“Answer me,” he whispered.

“What?”

He licked the blood from your fresh incisions and pulled out of you just long enough to flip you on your back–a little too roughly and you realized that he was losing his composure.  “I asked you: what do you suppose such a monstrosity would look like?”

“I…” You moaned as he plunged his cock back into you, wrapping his claws around the underside of your knees and pushing your legs up to your chest. “I-I don’t know…!”

“Yes you do.” His filter crackled. 

“Mmnn…I think…” You panted, the visual glued behind your eyelids. “He would have your eyes and my hair and–and–down here he’d be some hybrid between deer and–I mean!”

You clasped your hand over your mouth, not having realized that up until now you were imagining this hypothetical child as being human first.

Alastor grabbed your horns and laughed sharply, his own antlers protruding out of his head. “H̴̠͍̀ǒ̸̭̫w̶̛̝ ̵̩̎͠r̴̖̓͘ŏ̵̧̇m̶̻͚̾̍â̴̪̲̓ņ̶͑͜t̸̢̃̀i̸̬͚͑c̵̞͠!”

You locked your legs around his waist, your cunt clamping down on him as you came again and felt him bottom out inside of you, hot ropes of cum flooding into your womb.

He let out a guttural groan and rutted against you, ensuring that every drop was shot into you and that nothing would be wasted. 

Primal satisfaction washed over your mind, your simple animal brain exploding in carnal celebration that you’d done it–you were properly inseminated by your mate and and you’d bear his offspring forever intertwining your bodies and souls…

You looked up at him with his handsome grin and those blood red eyes that yes your child would surely inherit…

Easing back, you let out a long, shuddered sigh.

The high was starting to dim all too quickly for how long you had suffered for it up until now and you wished that you could hold onto it for just a while longer.

He kissed your forehead. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Sit still.”

“Okay?” You’d had no plans of getting up just yet, anyway.

He pulled his cock out of you, his semen spilling from your beaten cunt that would be sore for days, and sat up on his knees. He smiled pleasantly at you from between your legs, held his softened penis towards your chest, and began to urinate.

The hot liquid splashed between your collarbones with an overwhelming hormonal stench that should have been disgusting but you could only process it with a sick sense of pride. He didn’t want anyone else to attempt to breed you. With this, you’d already been claimed.

Alastor watched your expression intently, perhaps expecting you to protest or attempt to move out of the way, but you didn’t budge.

The piss puddled beneath your body, soaking into the mattress that would no doubt need to be thrown away now.

When he’d emptied his bladder, you blinked up at him, soaked in his fluids inside and out.

He snickered, then burst into a jovial laugh, as if this whole predicament was one big sexy joke.

You let yourself weakly laugh with him.

“Do you feel better, darling?” He asked, ruffling the top of your head.

“Yes!”

“Good.” He took your hand and guided you to sit up, the urine already feeling cold against your skin. “I’ll wash you off for being so well behaved.”

“Thank you, Al,” you said bashfully, falling into him as he helped you to your feet, your head against his chest. His heart was beating so quickly. “How can I ever repay you?”

He rubbed your back consolingly. “Think nothing of it. When I rut, I’ll just kindly ask that you return the favor. That’s your job now. And you won’t be taking any more of those pills, either. They give your flesh a rancid aftertaste.”

You nuzzled your face against him and made sure to smear your sweat against his skin.

Hi !! I don't know if you're taking requests atm but, if you are,,, imagine a shy reader has had the biggest CRUSH on Alastor which he catches on right away lmao (so much blushing--) So it's only a matter of time before he decides to take the first step that maybe turns into quite the steamy make out session?? ❤ Love your work sm !!

Since these two gave off the same vibes i tried my best to put both ideas in one!! So i hope you enjoy my lovely nonnies & ofc you too ;)

delicate flower

alastor/shy f! reader

warnings: no bad stuff just cute stuff with a little heated kissin’ c:

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧

Sitting nestled on one of the plush couches of the Loungeroom, you tried with everything in your power to be discreet with your gaze, though your eyes couldn’t help be drawn to the infamous radio demon, Alastor, as he talked to Charlie about some business.

A very tall deer-like gentleman he was, quite charming and good-natured, seemed to carry himself well, and always had that permanent grin spread from ear to ear. However something about that old-fashioned radio voice is what did you in, catching your full attention while it smoothly fell from his lips. Before you knew it you were basically eavesdropping on their conversation and staring like a creep, lost in a daydream about the guy like a love-sick puppy.

Your crush on Alastor was very clear, to point that almost the whole hotel was in on it, even the man himself who just so happened to reciprocate those same feelings that you desperately tried to hide. He wasn’t sure what to do with said feelings, but what he was sure of that he loved watching your cheeks take on that soft pink hue whenever he would walk into the room or simply looking in your direction like he was now catching your gaze with a playful smile forming on his lips causing your mind to panic instantly. He reveled in the way your body squirmed and writhed in your seat not knowing what to do with his attention on you.

Your legs seeming to move on their own as you quickly get up and scurry off to another part of the hotel in attempts to calm your rapid beating heart. You hated that you acted like this all because of your painful shyness making it even harder to go up and talk to him. Knowing he would never push you away or anything of that matter it was just your own silliness getting in the way. As you scold yourself you find that your absentminded scurrying led you into the hotels library, putting you at ease being surrounded by a bunch of literature and the faint white noise of the others in the lobby.

Letting your fingers delicately dance amongst the hard covers of the books, until you picked one up that caught your fancy, skimming through its pages before putting it back.

You do this a couple more times before picking up two that you’d bring to your room to read later, not paying attention to your surroundings when you go to leave, turning on your heel you manage to bump into something or someone with your books falling to the ground with a loud ‘thud’ and your face being engulfed within a soft fabric. Slowly looking up you meet his beautiful red eyes, making you instantly freeze under their gaze as they were half-lidded with his eyebrows raised in amusement. “There you are my little fawn” His voice seemingly gentle and humming with static as it always did.

“A-alastor i-i’m so sorry…i d-didn’t mean to-” You began to babble out your apologies until they were suddenly cut off by a foreign feeling that made your stomach do backflips, his hand cupping your cheek as his soft lips coming in contact with yours in a longing kiss.

Your once anxious thoughts finally melting away with his touch. Giving you the confidence to touch him back, by resting your hands amongst his chest, delicately running them up his tailored coat to his shoulders where you gave them a gentle squeeze.

The kiss was deepening quickly without the two of you realizing it, not caring about the breaths you so desperately needed to take. Alastor nibbling at your bottom lip asking for entrance as you then part your lips letting his tongue intertwine with yours.

Soft whimpers manage to escape into your open mouth tongue kisses with Alastor. Your hands suddenly leaving his shoulders to run through his hair lightly teasing your fingers against his ears causing a shiver to roll through his body.

You pulled away finally gasping for air. The way you touched him flipped some kind of switch inside him that he’s never experienced before. He slithers down your body, letting his arm hook underneath your rear as the other held your waist in a sweet yet heated embrace kissing your shoulder gently before looking up at you once more. “My dear, you’ll never understand how much I longed to do that…” He gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear with a sliver of adoration in his voice as he came to realize that he never wanted this to end with you and he knew that after tonight it never would.

IN WHICH YOU FORCE THE RADIO DEMON TO WATCH PRINCESS AND THE FROG!

the art includes alastor from hazbin hotel, in a pre-established relationship with gn!reader. all warnings include foul language and possible out of character behavior. "I technically have not watched this show. I just know what happens from a bunch of clips," the artist says. *please look at our taglist!

"No!" Alastor sung, his voice getting closer to the lobby area of the hotel. Angel and Husk paused whatever conversation they were having to look over in the direction of the sound of your voice, which said, "Aw, come on! Please Al? Just let me tell you the summary!"

The Radio Demon, and you soon came into their views, the commotion drawing the attention of Charlie, Lucifer, and Vaggie who were doing...who knows what.

Alastor turns and leans into you. "Ha! No."

"Alllll!" You whine, "You owe me!" Alastor turns in amusement, a glint in his eye. "And whatever for, my dear?"

"For dating you, duh," you say matter of factly, "Boyfriends owe their partners favors!" Alastor flat out laughs, not chuckles, laughs. "Ha! Ha ha ha!" He chokes out his weird laugh, ending it with a satisfied sigh. "No." After his words, he disappears via his shadow so you can't catch him.

A groan leaves your lips as you stomp to the bar in defeat, asking Husk for a drink. "And what argument ya got goin' on now, sweetheart?" Angel asks with a smirk.

Husk pays no mind to his clearly teasing tone and hands you your glass. "Yeah, what was that?" You hear Charlie's voice say when she walks up to the bar.

With a loud gulp! you swallow half of your drink and slam it lightly on the wood counter. "I keep begging Al to watch this movie with me! But the second I mentioned that "noisy box," he shut me down," you whine. Charlie chuckles softly, "You know how Al is..."

"But—It's a really cute movie, and I thought it'd remind him of home," you huff, downing the rest of your drink. "I just wanted to tell him the summaryyyyyy." :(

They all notice how sad you look, giving each other looks of determination. "And what move are you trying to get him to watch?" Vaggie asks.

"Princess and the Frog," you pout, burying your face in your arms. Angel hums, looking between your friends. "Alright! How 'bout this? We get you a chance to tell Al the summary?" Angel proposes. They watch as your eyes light up, "Really?!"

You pause when you realize what Angel is suggesting. "Wait, how are you going to do that? He's the radio demon?"

Lucifer laughs, stepping up with confidence. "Oh, trust. I've been waiting for—" Angel simply interrupts him, which is bold as hell (get it), since Lucifer is the king of hell. "Don't worry 'bout it. We got ya toots," Angel winks.

In hindsight, when Angel said that, you probably shouldn't shut the whole idea they had down. Angel, Lucifer, and Charlie were in charge of the actual tackling of Alastor. Vaggie and Husk were to keep you away until the moment was right. And Nifty, she was held securely by Vaggie in the process of the entire plan.

You were concerned, albeit rightfully, wondering what they've gotten your partner into.

Then you heard the signal, "NOW!" and you weren't quite expecting the scene before you. Nifty's loud little screech at the mess perfectly represented your internal thoughts on the matter. Even Husk and Vaggie were shocked.

"M-my dear, what exactly is the meaning of this?" Alastor chokes out at the sight of you. The Radio Demon, a feared overlord, and a man who people cower at the sights of, was in a predicament. Well, that was an understatement.

Charlie was in her demon form, giving you a nervous smile as she hung on Alastor's arm, determined to keep him still. Lucifer was grinng evily, probably happy to get revenge on the man who dropped a piano on top of him, he was partially in his demon form, his short arms were wrapped around Alastor's neck in a tight chokehold, his leg propped up against the couch they had him pinned on. Angel was on the other side of Alastor's body, grabbing onto him and his pesky shadow harshly to prevent him from escaping.

"Uhh," you looked appalled at the situation they had put him in, plus...the lobby was a mess. Nifty was freaking out in Vaggie's arm.

"Hurry up, sweetheart!" Angel shouts. Husk looks at the situation, simply mumbling a "nope" and walking to the bar. "Too sober," you heard him whisper.

"Um, my lord. You're choking him," you nervously point out. "He can handle it!" Lucifer shouts back. You sigh, wondering why the hell you allowed them to even attempt at this. "Ok, ok, guys. Let him go, please," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Alastor coughs when Lucifer (reluctantly) let's him go. You walk up to the demon with a sigh. "And what was the meaning of that, my dear?" Alastor grumbles, clearly irritated. You chuckle nervously, "Ok, you have to let me speak, okay? You can't shut me down!" You preface. Alastor sighs, "Yes, yes. What is it?"

"Ok so...you kept saying no to the movie and when they saw that i was upset, they plotted to tie you up and force you," you explain with your hands, "but wait! Let me explain the movie PLEASE!"

"So, about the movie. IttakesplaceinNewOrleansandthere'sthisgirlnamedtianaandshereallywantstocompleteherdreamofopeningherownresturant," you take a deep breath, "butofcourseshesblacksoshehastostruggleacheivingherdreamuntilshemakesadealwith "the shadow man," spooky. Oh, and her mom's super nice, but anyway! backtotheshadowman, shemakesadealwithhimtoachieveherdreams, he usessomevoodoomagicandstufftoturnherintoafrog, which coincidently, aprincewhoneedstomarryrichmadeadealwiththesamemanandalsoturnedintoafrog! So anyway, there's a talking crocodile, a magical old grandma, a sad fly, and a whole bunch of jazz music! Will you watch it with me, pleeeaasssee??" You stop rambling and lean forward and ask.

Alastor blinks at you, no words leaving his lips. And it seems the same applies to everyone in the room, perhaps shocked at how fast you explained the movie and at all of the words that left your lips.

Alastor sighs, "You did all of this, for that?" Your face falls at his tone before you hear the different tone of his sigh.

"Fine. I'll watch the noisy box."

PART 2? (PROBABLY COMING)

May I please request some Alastor fluff where he and reader are married in Hell, but he later finds out reader was actually married in her life before and now he keeps asking about her old husband and keeps trying to out-do him even though reader never really compared the two before?

"Oh he brought you flowers? That's nice. *Magically poofs up a whole a garden behind the hotel* I can do better though."

Obviously burning with jealousy like how dare reader get married to someone else beside him. Like ye, he died about a whole century before reader was even born but that's beside the point.

Bonus if said husband shows up later in hotel and he and reader aren't really romantically involved anymore but are good friends but Al's eye still twitches in annoyance whenever he's around.

Never mention that there was once another man in your life besides Alastor.

You were sitting in the lounge with Angel chatting. He had made a dirty joke on how you had ‘Mr. Fancy Talk’ wrapped around your finger. “What yer got a thing for older men toot?” He laughed. You glared playfully at him, admitting that you had been married to an older man when you were living. This led to you talking about your first husband.

”Wait so you tellin me that another guy got the goods before Fancypants? Ha!” You blushed, rolling your eyes. “No no I mean YES but it wasn’t a great marriage”

You gushed at how great of a husband Alastor, how attentive and caring he was towards your needs. Your first husband was a great man, but you were young when you married him and the only thing he was concerned about was you keeping the house clean, cooking, and work. 

Your decent to Hell was a result of your marriage. You had felt like you weren’t the best wife and your husband didn’t really spend time with you. It really took a toll on your emotional and mental being. But you held no ill will towards the man you once married.

With Alastor you THRIVED. He made you feel loved ironic ain’t it and tended to all of your needs. Alastor gave you anything you desired.

So you thought nothing of it when you woke up to flowers and breakfast. Alastor greeted you with a soft kiss as you rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes. “Why good morning my dear! I do hope you had pleasant dreams” he beamed, setting the breakfast tray on your lap. You blinked in surprise and smiled “Oh Al you didn’t have to. I could have cooked breakfast” you said, happily opening your mouth as he fed you some fluffy pancakes.

Alastor hummed “Nonsense! You should be pampered my dear and as your HUSBAND it is my job to make sure you don’t work yourself to the bone”

You hadn’t thought anything of it.

Alastor was full of surprises and such a gentleman.

So you went about your week.

But you knew when something was bothering your husband.

”baby…what’s this?” You asked Alastor confused as you walked around your new studio. Your little nook that you dedicated to painting,writing, and other little hobbies was now a full room with a view of a newly placed garden.

Alastor just smiled “I thought you could use a bit more place. Isn’t this better? Now you can enjoy the scenery and not be crammed in a stuffy corner”

You still thought nothing of it.

until….a letter came for you in the mail.

Your ex-husband had seen an advertisement of the hotel. He saw that you were managing it and wanted to swing by to see how you were doing.

You were weary to tell Alastor, but when you told him, he just smiled at you ”Then we’ll just have to put on a good show then wont we dear?”

A show indeed.

A knock at the door reached your ears and you opened it to reveal your ex-husband. You gave him a smile and welcomed him inside.

He enveloped you into a hug, twirling you around “Well I be damned! Thought the papers were lyin’ how ya been doll?”

The lights flickered.

You laughed “Well better than the living haha. So what brings you by what have you been up too?” You ushered him to sit on the couch.

He filled you in on how he died and what he had been doing in Hell the last few decades.

You tried to catch your breathe from laughing. “So wait? You’re telling me that the whole thing was a scam? Hahahaha” 

He chuckled “Yea I should have known better. You would have slapped me straight”

You nodded in agreement still giggling. He looked around “sooo a hotel for redeeming souls….how you come up with that?”

You excitedly showed him around as you briefly explained that you were just a simple manager. Helping the Princess of Hell with her dream of helping sinners who wanted to see the pearly gates.

”Actually it was my husband’s idea” You smiled.

The man gawked “Y-Ya got married again?”

You nodded happily and taking a moment “He’s here actually i can introduce-” You bumped into something…someone.

You chirped happily “Ah Alastor! I was just coming to find you”

Alastor looked the sinner over.  He was NOT impressed at all.

THAT is what you were married to before? Oh honey

You definitely leveled up.

”Alastor this is *ex-husband name*” “*ex-husband name* this is Alastor”

Your ex-husband extended his hand “How’d ya do?”

Alastor gave him a sharp smile, taking his hand “Pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure” he swiftly shook his hand and swiped his hand after on his jacket Alastor baby PLEASE

Your ex-husband swung a arm around your shoulders, grinning “doll face here was telling me about your fine establishment here. I am truly happy she has someone to take care of her. You truly found a gem here sir”

Alastor’s eye twitched.

In a smooth motion, Alastor grabbed your hand, pulling you to his side, looping your arm in his, giving a tight smile “I couldn’t agree more”

He walked you back into the lobby, you ex following.

”MY wife told me a lot about you. I must admit I am shocked at how much you lack” Alastor eyes narrowed on the man.

The man sweatdropped, laughing nervously “Yea I admit I wasn’t the best husband but I did care about her”

You cooed, happy your ex could admit his wrongs but still thought of you in a good light.

Alastor hummed “Surely not the best” he feigned looking at his claws.

You talked for a bit more before your ex stood up to leave.

”Well it was nice to see you but i should really get going doll”

You pouted “No its way too late, why don’t you stay we have plenty of room.”

Alastor was quick to object “now now my dear if the man NEEDS to go we shouldn’t try to stop him. He probably has better things to do” he narrowed his eyes at your ex.

Get out

”He right doll, But ill be sure to stop by again…it was nice seeing you again.”

You gave him a hug which made Alastor growled and waved him off. You closed the door and turned back to your husband with a smile. You were happy that he was on his best behavior. You had feared he would eat the man.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist, giggling

”You know you’re the best man I’ve ever met right Al” you pressed a kiss to his lips.

He hummed, lanky arms wrapped around your waist, kissing you back

 “How about we head upstairs and I show you why I am the best”

IN WHICH THE RADIO DEMON ACTUALLY WATCHES THAT "NOISY BOX." (PT1)

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You sigh at the many grumbles Alastor mutters under his breath as you situated yourselves. "Please, baby! I promise you'll love it!" You plead with Alastor as you click the remote on the television to get to the movie.

Alastor closes his eyes with a sigh, "You are quite lucky I'm infatuated with you, my dear."

You chuckle and hum, "IIII know." With a kiss to his cheek, you cuddle up next to him. "Thank you for giving it a chance," you whisper, "And for listening to me." Alastor looks at you, a mix of fondness and softness in his eyes. "Your welcome," he says in a snooty tone, though the way he's looking at you betrays that.

"Ok Ok Ok, watch. I used to watch this movie all of the time when I was little" you smile, snuggling up to him, ignoring the disgusted smile that's present on his face.

HIS REACTIONS DURING THE MOVIE:

alastor is all types of stiff.

though, in the beginning of the movie, seeing tiana, her mother, and her father, there's a somewhat solemn look on his face. of course you're aware of his past, his abusive father and how much he loved his mother. maybe he's wishing he had that?

he relaxes after a bit, actually getting into the movie. the background music and familiar jazz remind him of his time at home. his smile gets a little less stiff, and a little more happy.

though, he's 2 seconds away from destroying the damn TV when he he hears you giggle and mumble about "a crush you used to have on naveen."

you had to thoroughly beg and reassure him so the tv wouldnt wouldn't end up in pieces.

when the shadow man gets briefly introduced, he just looks at you. knowing damn well you knew they were similar.

"am i hallucinating or does that fellow sound like husker?" alastor looks at you and asks, wondering why the shadow man sounds like the soul he's bought. when you awkwardly chuckle and shrug, he sighs, knowing he's not going to get much out of you.

he rolls his eyes at loonies scenes, except for the "those are man-catching beignets!" he looks at you, reminded of when you first attempted to make him some. "they truly are," he says.

(he snarfed them down in 2 seconds flat)

he thinks you don't notice, but you do see his foot bopping side to side during "friend's on the otherside." you lightly chuckle, finding it cute how he claimed to hate the television an hour ago, but now he's vibing to the music coming from it.

he audibly groans when tiana gets turned into a frog though. he seems to hate plot points like that, but he ends up shutting his mouth about it.

once they start talking to each other in frog form alastor looks at you with a face full of sarcasm. "really, dear. you're having me watch a movie about frogs falling in love with eachother?" you chuckle lightly and shrug.

"oh! you weren't kidding about a talking crocodile!"

when i say he's fucking VIBING to 'When We're Human.' I guarantee you it's his favorite song out of the whole fucking movie. he LOVES the fucking song. (or Down in New Orleans) he'd never tell you that, though his feet give it away.

he raises his eyebrow at the singing fireflies, though he finds 'Ma Belle Evangaline' sweet (he'd never tell you that)

he's silent throughout 'Dig a Little Deeper,' and Mama Odie's scenes. you can't tell if its bad or good. (he's really focused, it seems to strike something deep within him)

he gers MAJOR second hand embarrassment when Lawrence starts turning back into himself.

he doesn't show it, but he starts getting anxious when tiana and naveen are racing home. he desperately wants them to turn back into humans, but he doesn't want to seem like he's invested. even though his face is in a frown, his body tense. hell, his shadow is tense too. you laugh but give no clue as to what your laughing at.

he looks at you weird when you pout and fake sniff when ray dies. he doesn't get it, "it's just a character," he says as if he's not invested in tiana and naveen's story.

y'know that scene where the shadow man like drags naveen while he's on the floor? y'know how he did that with husk? he sees that scene and cackles. not laughs, cackles.

"i believe i could be friends with this facillier!" alastor laughs, "if he didn't y'know. get dragged to hell." you sigh at his words and teasing tone, though ignore them and continue watching it.

you notice his smile is softer when tiana starts singing the finale. you swear you saw his eyes water for a moment when he had a moment with her mother.

when the movie ends, he turns away from you, trying to ignore your sparkling eyes and stare.

ENDING THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MOVIE!

"SOOOOOOO," you smile, "What'd ya think?" You're leaning into him, eyes carefully watching his facial expressions. He sighs, not saying a word. "C'mon Al! What's the rating?" You whine with a pouty face.

He grumbles. "3 out of 10!" He huffs (he's lying). "Alastor!" You huff, determined to get the real answer out of him. "I didn't like it!" He says firmly. You frown, studying his face, knowing damn well he's lying by the subtle blush and sweat rolling down his temple.

He hears a 'hmph!' come from you as you cross your arms. "After allll of that," you mumble. "I'm sorry dearest but that noisy box isn't my cup of tea!" He says, playing carefully into his role.

At some point, you start thinking that he maybe doesn't actually like it. That is, until you hear the subtle hums of 'When We're Human,' or 'Down in New Orleans.' He does it absent-mindedly, or when ending his daily radio broadcast. It makes you laugh, you want to say something about it, but you refrain.

There's not a word about it until Nifty loudly ponders, "Whatcha singing, boss?!"

Alastor freezes, because of course her loud ans squeaky voice has caught the attention of everyone in the lobby.

You simply smirk, knowing he's 2 seconds away from being teased. "Yea Al, what are ya singin'?" Angel asks. "He's been humming that shit for days now," Husk grumbles. Charlie hums, thinking about all the movies you've shown her, "It sounds familiar..." You chuckle.

"So you did like the movie, sweetheart," you tease. "It has catchy songs, I don't blame you."

Alastor's ears flatten, blush forming on his cheeks. A 'tch' leaves his lips as a string of questions and teasing fill his ears. "Awww, bambi actually liked the "noisy box," cute," Lucifer teases the radio demon, poking his side.

"Would you all shut up!" He grumbles. You sigh and stand up, walking up to him to prevent him from blowing up on everyone.

Standing on your tip toes, you plant a kiss to his cheek, silence in the lobby. You smile brightly, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Al."

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