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Lucifer starts flirting with Alastor purely to annoy him
It’s the only time Alastor is actually at a loss for words
The only other person who would attempt to flirt with the radio demon is Vox, and he’s too much of an anxious idiot around Alastor to actually flirt with him openly
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୭ JEALOUSY ˚. ᵎᵎ ~
#pairing : lucifer, adam, alastor, angel dust, husk, valentino, vox, x gn reader.
#cw: jealousy?, +18 in valentino's/vox's part, suggestive content ig, cuss words lmao.
#notes: u guys don’t know how much i wanna know why lilith made a deal with adam, and how could she even fumbled lucifer.
⋆.ೃ- LUCIFER .
i don't think lucifer gets jealous easily, at least, but if he is jealous, he will surely become reallyyyy clingy and will try to show off. i mean, he's the sin of pride, after all.
being the partner of the king of hell really meant that there would always be people staring at you, even ones who had no shame at all and would flirt with you, sometimes even in front of lucifer.
"would you mind if I bought you a drink, sweetheart?" a powerful overlord asked you, making lucifer raise an eyebrow and look at the overlord with one of his annoyed characteristics expressions, and before you could even reply anything, lucifer had already bought you both the whole menu of drinks while clinging onto you. "do you think this is enough for you, (name)?" he asked, making the overlord stop bothering you both and making you gasp a soft sigh, knowing he did all of this with such an innocent face, as if he wasn’t getting annoyed just a second ago.
⋆.ೃ- ADAM .
his ego is too big for him to even consider the idea of being jealous, but boy, does he want to get rid of the fucking asshole who is talking to you.
even though you were adam's third wife/adam's first husband, you were nice to being around. not like your husband, who always made snarky comments about everything and everyone.
sometimes, though, people would flirt with you without you noticing, making your husband really irritated and dragging you away while flipping off the angel who initially flirted with you and making some snarky remarks about them. "(name), that bitch was literally fucking you with his eyes! you should have called me before, next time make sure to be around me, got it?" adam called out, making you giggle since his insults were sometimes so unexpected.
⋆.ೃ- ALASTOR .
alastor is the kind of guy who wouldn’t get jealous; maybe once an extermination you would see him acting a little possessive over you, but really, this guy knows your soul belongs to him, so why would there be a need to feel jealous?
actually, only your friends at the hazbin hotel where the only ones who knew about your relationship with alastor; it made sense, since he knew you could get in danger if someone else found out.
that didn’t meant that angel dust wouldn’t take the opportunity to flirt with you as a joke while trying to get a reaction from you. "(name), i think you would get pretty popular if you started to appear on my films" he said jokingly to you, while alastor just looked at him with his usual smile "i don’t think that (name) would want to get involved in that kind of stuff, angel dust, isn’t that right, dear?" alastor answered, kissing your cheek, and leaving you speechless since he mostly kept his affection for when the both of you where alone.
⋆.ೃ- ANGEL DUST .
for me, he may get jealous depending on who's hitting on you; if it’s some random imp, it won’t really bother him; he will just tell them to fuck off themselves and leave you alone, but if it’s someone like valentino, oh boy, he acts VERY different.
angel dust didn’t really like you being in the porn studios were he works, because he knows that valentino is waiting to say anything to you, and because he simply thinks you don’t belong in a place like that. he thinks you’re much better working at the hazbin hotel or wandering around the pride ring.
"(name), aren’t you a supportive one? you know that if you want, i could make you a star lik-" "val, we're on set soon" angel dust spoke, looking angrily at valentino. "well, looks like your little boyfriend doesn’t want me to talk to you; i’m sure we’ll have plenty of time the next time," valentino whispered, making you stand there awkwardly.
as you both were finally at the hazbin hotel, anthony asked you not to come next time, since he really didn’t want valentino talking to you ever again. "(name), you know i really don’t want to get you in trouble, and you know that outside of the studio we can do whatever the fuck we want, but still, thanks for the snack you brought." he said, smirking, and letting you cuddle into his arms like you always do after an exhausting day.
⋆.ೃ- HUSK .
husk would only get jealous or, well, mostly, frustrated if someone interrupted you both, like if you both are just having a wholesome moment and someone just steals your attention from him, he’s a cat after all AND will be grumpy afterward.
you were having a nice chat with husk while having a drink at his bar, but as he was explaining you something, alastor came along and asked you something between the lines of 'if you had seen charlie or vaggie' since he had to talk to them about some business about the hazbin hotel.
after alastor left, you turned to look at your partner, noticing how he had been growling this entire time. it wasn’t really loud, though. "tsk, that radio demon really needed to ruin the atmosphere," he said, making you give him a look "what? you know, i dislike the idea of him thinking that he can just do whatever he pleases with my stuff." hearing your partner's words, you knew you had to reassure him that even though alastor had interrupted you both, your attention was still set on him and no one else.
⋆.ೃ- VALENTINO .
he’s valentino, he surely and kind of obviously gets jealous whenever you’re talking to someone that isn’t him.
the workers in the studio know that since you worked there, you've only filmed with valentino; nobody questions why, and nobody really cares whatever reason their boss has to not let you fuck with others.
today, though, a worker intended to jokingly flirt with you. "(name), i think that if we make a video together, even the most pure souls would want to watch it" oh, well, that wasn’t even a little funny to valentino.
"such a slut for me, mmh? you really thought my sweet (name) would even think about fucking with you?" valentino smirked, while thrusting into you. he had his eyes set on the demon who flirted with you, not even caring about the fact that he was on set.
⋆.ೃ- VOX .
this man has the same jealousy problems, or even worse, than valentino. he's actually such an attention whore, so he obviously would despise everyone who tries to flirt with you.
actually everyone who works for the vees knows how jealous vox is, and that’s because this is a situation that often happens: if someone is even looking at you a little longer than usual, he will become insecure and try ANYTHING he can so he can have your attention on him. like i mentioned, he’s an attention whore.
today, the outfit that velvette chose for you might have made some people stare back at you. i mean he can’t judge them; you looked so fucking good in it, but hell does he want to have you all by himself, so what does he does? take you to his office so he can have you all by himself.
"(name)," he mutters while keeping his hands all over your body. "you knew what you were doing, huh? making everyone stare at your body, but i’m such a good partner for not making a fuss about it, right?" he asked, waiting for you to atleast praise him, 'cause like a already mentioned he’s an attention wh- lmao.
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You Look Beautiful | V.
summary: Alastor introduces you to Vox, leading to an unforgettable experience with your father.
pairing: vox x lucifer’s daughter!reader
includes: drinking, fluff, VALENTINO, secret relationships, awkward flirting, lucifer being an overprotective father, lucifer also being lucifer, that’s basically it (let me know if i missed any !!)
a/n: this takes place before Vox upgrades to a flat screen TV and before Alastor leaves for his seven year absence. Also, you’re older than charlie 🤗
Being Lucifer Morningstar’s first daughter was something else. Especially when your mother left. When she left, your father fell into deep depression which left you with paperwork to fulfill from other sins and left you with the responsibility of watching over your younger sister. Having to take over both your mother and father’s royal duties was getting to you, so no wonder you resorted to occasional clubbing with your friends.
“Husk!” You enveloped the demon cat in your arms, earning a noise of complaint. “Rude.”
“I don’t take affection lightly.” He patted your back awkwardly and let you settle into the booth with him. “What took you so long?”
You roll your eyes, “Charlie wanted to invite the stupid Von Eldritch boy over. I at least had to set some ground rules.”
“She’ll disobey them.” Husk shook his head and ordered a whiskey. “You know her.”
“Yeah yeah.” You wave him off and order your own drink, tapping your nails against your flip phone. “Do you know if Alastor’s here yet?”
“Why, I would like to believe I’m here, darling.” The Radio Demon formed in front of you. Husk muttered something toward your direction, Alastor’s grin sharpening at the action. “I’ve brought along some acquaintances if you don’t mind.”
You look up before sipping your drink. “Yeah, what you’ve brought is a doll, a moth, and a tv— Ow.” You rubbed your arm where Husk jabbed you, glaring at him.
Your eyes drifted toward the three demons Alastor brought with him, tilting your head at the height differences. You learned that the shortest amongst them was Velvette. Out of the three of them, she seemed to be the one with the most fashion sense as she nitpicked everyone else’s clothing in the establishment. Her accent was heavy, leaving you to wonder what she said half of the time.
“Oh god, that bitch is wearing wrist ruffles! Someone burn it.” She spoke in distaste at the demon.
“Vel, she’s already wasted, don’t give her any more ideas.” The moth blew out pink smoke, watching the young demon stumble across the dance floor.
For a moth, he was the tallest demon between the three of them, towering over everyone even while sitting. He introduced himself to be Valentino… The porn demon. He gave you goosebumps from sitting across you. And for being the princess of hell, that means a lot. He seemed to be eyeing all the younger demons, his single gold tooth flashing when he grinned at them.
“Val, come dance with me.” Velvette dragged him out of the booth, not waiting for a response. “Voxy, you’re welcome to join.”
You shifted your gaze over to the TV demon, watching him politely decline the offer. He definitely kept you guessing. When you first saw him, he was reserved and only spoke to those he came with. However, he eventually started to loosen up, taking shots with Valentino. And for a demon with a TV box for a head, he was quite interesting.
“You’re not gonna dance?” You stir your red straw in your drink, catching the demon’s attention. “It seemed like Velvette wanted you to join them.”
“Dancing with big crowds isn’t my thing.” He swirled a claw over the rim of his glass and met your eyes. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Your eyes drift over to Husk ordering another whiskey at the bar, Alastor hot on his tail.
“Why aren’t you dancing?”
“I wasn’t up to it, but now that you mention it—“ You tilted your head back and downed your drink, not noticing the glitching TV beside you. “—You have to come dancing with me.”
“I don’t think—“
You click your tongue, pushing your drink away. “Just one song? If you don’t want to, you can leave when we get there.” You take his hand and pout, using the face your father gave you to make it more convincing. “Please?”
He huffed but let you drag him to the dance floor, moving his hand to your hip when you hit the center of the huge crowd. “You know, I’m starting to think he just invited me out to be more social with his friends.”
“Al and I are barely friends, but how is that working out for you?” You question as the red light glares against your skin.
He shrugged as his voice dripped with sarcasm. “Depends on how well I’ve been talking to the people he introduced me to.” He tugged you closer to you when drunk demons pushed against your body. “Do you even remember my name?”
You open your mouth but promptly shut it, cheeks flushed at the confrontation. “I know it! I just… Don’t want to say it.”
“Holy shit, you don’t know my name.” He spun you in his arms, smirking at your pink face. “It’s Vox, by the way.”
“I knew that.” You say with a teasing tone, laughing when he dipped you. “I bet you don’t know my name.”
Your name fell from his mouth smoothly, making you scoff in annoyance. “I believe everyone knows who you are, princess.”
You avoided his gaze after the nickname spilled out of his lips. Sure, you were called princess multiple times by many demons. But the way Vox said it made butterflies appear in your stomach, a different kind of goosebumps appearing across your skin.
As the song came to an end, you learned a lot more about the TV demon in front of you within those last six minutes than you learned from Husk in the last two years. Returning to your booth, your phone vibrated in your pocket as you excused yourself from your company. Charlie’s name lit up your screen, making you curse.
You went back over to the booth to find Vox covering your unfinished drink with his hand, glancing at his own phone. “Hey, I have to go. Sorry for cutting our discussion short. My sister called and—“
“Don’t worry! It’s not an issue! Your family is clearly important sooo…” Vox rubbed the back of his neck, tugging at the turtleneck. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”
“What’s up?” You look back up at him after shooting a text to Charlie.
His screen turned pink as your attention went back to him, all confidence leaving his system. “I was wondering if you would like to meet up again. Sometime? Not in a club possibly?”
Your face warms at his words, at a loss for your own response. “Uh.. Yes! Of course, let me just get your contact info.”
“Right!” He felt the inside of his jacket for a pen, taking your hand a scribbling down his number. “Just give me a call whenever you can.”
You smiled at how fast he switched from confident to shy within seconds. “Of course.”
“Oh my god.” You mumble as you watch your father converse with the store’s employees animatedly, rubbing your temples at the sight.
Charlie snickered at your expression as he summoned a rubber duck he was working on. “You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting this when we went out today.”
“No, I knew.” You turn away from your father’s embarrassing encounter and flick through different dresses on the rack behind you instead. “I think knowing this would happen made it a hundred times worse.”
Since Lilith left, Lucifer took it upon himself to treat his daughters out to buy their own clothing at least once a month. He just always got distracted by showing other demons his creations.
“Char, do you think I could pull this off?” You pull a dress from the rack and put it against yourself, staring at the mirror with your nail between your teeth. You quite liked it, but you weren’t sure if you would wear it more than once—
“Personally, I think you would look amazing.” A voice that was distinctly not Charlie came from your left.
You whipped your head over as your face reddened at the TV demon. “Shut up, Vox.”
“I’m serious! You would look great in that.” He fully came into your view, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Didn’t expect to see you today.”
Humming, you walk back over to the rack and examine the rest of the dresses, Vox close behind. “My dad wanted to take Charlie and I out.” You glanced up at him when you pulled out a maroon dress, silently asking for his opinion. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, this is Velvette’s own designer store.” He cleared his throat, eyes darting toward the sign that had his business partner’s name under it. “She sent me to check on the stock or something.”
“Did you?” You question as you scan over the prices on the dresses, clicking your tongue. “Check on whatever she needs you to check on, I mean?”
He shrugged, “You distracted me, princess.”
You flush pink again at the name, bumping him with your hip. “Go do your job, Vox.”
“It’s not my fault I saw you!”
“Yes, it is!” You tease with an accusatory finger to his chest. “I’m an innocent bystander—“
Charlie rounded the corner of the store looking for you, eyes brightening when seeing your figure. “Hey, dad’s asking for you— Oh!” You and Vox separated swiftly, eyes wide at the young Morningstar. “Uh, am I.. interrupting something? Orrr…?”
“No no, you’re fine, Charlie.” Your face remained warm, not meeting your sister’s eyes. An awkward silence filled the room before Vox cleared his throat, making you spring into action. “Right! Charlie, this is Vox. Vox, Charlie.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” Vox gave her a polite smile, squeezing your hip. “Your sister talks a lot about you.
Charlie practically glowed at the confession, looking over at you for confirmation. “It’s nice to meet you as well!” She glanced at the two of you in suspicion. “I’m sorry to cut your… Meeting? Uh, short, but our dad needs her…”
Vox squeezed your hip one last time before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, soft static emitting from the spot. “I’ll text you later.”
“Bye.” You give him a lovesick look as you nod, walking over to a grinning Charlie.
“Soooo…” Charlie looked back, watching the TV demon’s screen become crimson with small electric hearts appearing. “Who was that?”
“Vox.”
She rolled her eyes at your bluntness, “Okay, obviously! But who is he?”
You fiddle with the hangers in your arms, not meeting her eyes. “He’s a guy… That I’m seeing… Currently…”
“Oh. My. Gosh!” She squeezed your arm with excitement, bouncing with every step. “Why didn’t you tell me? That’s super exciting!”
“I didn’t want Dad to find out.” You shake your head at the thought. “He’s been a bit overprotective with who we hang out with recently.”
Speak of the devil, he’ll appear.
“GIRLS! COME MEET THIS NICE YOUNG WOMAN!”
You and Charlie looked at each other while wincing, slowly approaching your father.
“Charlie!” You yell from your bathroom, rushing over to your walk-in closet. You sift through your dresses, looking for the maroon dress.
“What?” She yelled from your bedroom, giving KeeKee stomach rubs.
Swiftly, you snatch the dress off the hanger and run back over to the bathroom, throwing your towel over the shower and slipping into the dress. “Can you run downstairs and make sure Dad doesn’t open the door? Vox is coming to pick me up—“
“Why can’t you do it?” She groaned, flopping down onto your bed
“Because I’m not done dressing!” Your eyes flash red in annoyance with small horns poking out of your head as you peek over at the young demon. “The staff has the day off today because it’s the end of the month, and I really don’t want Dad to open the door.”
Charlie muttered something incoherent before leaving the room, KeeKee right by her heels. To be fair, you were a little rude, but you had the right to be. You were terrified for your father to meet Vox. Not that Vox was horrible, but your father's protectiveness started to rise much faster these last couple of months. As you were finishing up your makeup, your phone rang, followed by a groan coming out of your mouth.
“Hello?” You picked up your phone, slipping on your red heels and gold jewelry.
“Hi, princess.” Vox’s voice came through the cellular device, making you smile.
“Are you here already?” You glance at the clock in your room and curse at the time, running down the stairs.
He chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, but uhm, your dad looks like he’s gonna kill me.”
“Fuck, okay, give me a second.” You shut your phone and open a portal to the front door instead of running all the way down to the foyer. “Hey, Dad!”
“Sweetie, who the hell is this guy?” Lucifer glared at the TV demon. Vox buffered at the comment, embarrassment filling his system.
You wedge yourself in between the two, whispering an apology to Vox. “Dad, this is Vox. Vox, my dad..”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mister Morningstar.” Vox offered his hand but slowly lowered it as he received no reaction.
“Uh-huh.” Lucifer looked at him up and down. “And who exactly is he?”
You hold the urge to laugh at how similar Charlie was to your father but snap back to reality when you hear Vox’s fans turn on.
“He’s my…” You glance back at the demon behind you before down at your father, linking your hands with Vox’s. “Vox is my boyfriend.”
“Your what now?” He stared at you with wide eyes, gaze shifting from the now bright pink demon to his darling daughter.
“My boyfriend.” You say again with more assurance. “We’ve been together a bit after Alastor introduced us—“
“The radio demon?” Lucifer made a face of disgust. “Okay, well you can come back inside the house and you—“ He pushed Vox out while pulling you in. “—Can leave my property.”
“Dad!” You tug Vox back to your side, apologizing once more for your father’s actions. “I’m going out with him tonight.”
“Oh, c’mon. He’s associated with the stupid radio—“
“I’m friends with Alastor!” Your eyes flash red again but calmed once Vox squeezes your hand. You blink before speaking again, taking a deep breath. “Listen, can I just go out? I’ll be back later.”
Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re happy? He makes you happy?”
You nod while smiling up at Vox, “Very.”
“And you’ll watch over her?” He looked over at Vox, brow raised at the demon.
“Yes, sir.” Vox squeezed your hand again.
He bit back any words of annoyance and gave a strained smile to the both of you. “Have fun on your date, sweetheart.”
You grinned and pulled him in for a hug, “Thank you! Love you!”
“Alright, just be back by midnight.” He flicked his hand which set a timer over the doorway. “Be safe.”
“We will!” You take Vox’s hand again and drag him away from the door. “That was easy.”
Vox furrowed his brows at your statement, wrapping his arm around your hip. “For you, maybe. He looked like he wanted to murder me.”
You shrug your shoulders, “You’ll get used to it.” You give him a proper look, tugging at his tie when you thought you were far enough from your father’s gaze. “You look handsome as always.”
“You look…” He pulled you close by the waist, smirking as you flushed red. “Beautiful.”
You push up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips, hands coming up to the sides of his screen. He hummed and pulled you closer, thumbs rubbing circles by your hip.
“HEY! BACK UP, BUDDY!” Lucifer yelled from the door, full demon form out on display.
You chuckle when Vox glitches, patting his chest. “Sorry, handsome.”
“STAY TEN FEET AWAY FROM HER!”
Rolling your eyes, you turn around and let your own demon form come out. “DAD!”
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" JEALOUS . "
vox x fem!reader
how he reacts to seeing your ex flirt with you.
# a/n ; sorry for not posting latelyyy ive barely had motivation at alll
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when he first sees your ex try to laugh with you and put their hand on your shoulder, ouhh he's furious
he isn't aware that theyre your ex tho, which is gonna make it even worse when he finds out..
he walks over to the area the both of you are in, slipping a hand around your waist and smiling
"ouhh (name) i see you have a friendd! whos this?"
you looked at vox , then back at your ex awkwardly.
the more jealous vox grew, the tighter his grip was on your waist
he pulled you to the side (he was actually walking off) and smiled, it was forced however..
"Who the hell is that? theyre a littlee bit too close to you and you know how i get about people being close to you. they look like a fucking weirdo. i don't wanna see them around you again. what if they-" vox was cut off by your words
"theyre my ex, and they kept trying to get closer to me even tho i've told them i moved on." you sputtered
vox was left in silence for a few seconds, you couldve sworn you saw a loading signal on his face for a little bit
he nodded, and picked you up walking to the nearest device or camera and next thing you know, you were teleported back to the vees tower.
he'd probably just go home with you and shit talk them
"you really upgraded love, they looked ROUGH."
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Hear me out,,,
Reader saying smth to make the luxiem boys + shoto flustered?👁👁 tbh i just wanna see cute guys blush AHAHA
okay what to say to make them blushy blush!!! suggestive in lucaike woops
mysta rias - when you get a bit possessive??.?! nothing gets him more hard flustered than you showing others that he’s yours, whether it be through words or actions. someone flirts with him and you just show up going ‘he’s mine’? hell yeah he is!!
shu yamino - brag about him to others aghehjs if others do it he survives by laughing awkwardly but you?? he values your opinion so so much it can literally be anything, talk about how smart and easygoing he is, how well he takes care of you and boom. sorcerer is hiding his face in his hands with red ears (while denying everything) mwahaha
vox akuma - compliment him plsplspls he completely malfunctions.. normal confident vox GONE especially when it’s out of nowhere like. perhaps he says good morning with that deep rasp and you just- “babe? your morning voice is hot.” you will have his eyes widening and looking away in no time pinky promise
shoto - this baby really only needs a slight touch to get flustered.. even holding your hand makes him nervous, so whenever you initiate physical contact get ready for some stuttering and shy giggles along with it :’) after a while he gets used to it — especially warming up to cuddling at night — but touch a sensitive area like his neck or waist and you’re back to stage one. even if it’s a supposed innocent touch, right when your fingers graze that slim waist of his, don’t be too surprised if he lets out a whimper..
luca kaneshiro / ike eveland - decided to combine them since this applies to both,, they’re both quite hard to crack, a lot of the time when you try to get them flustered they finds a way to uno reverse it on you, but there’s something about dirty talking that gets both of them speechless every time. their cute, sweet s/o suddenly trying to seduce them?? just murmur in ike’s ear how badly you want him to take you somewhere private, how fuckable luca looks while running a hand down his buff chest and they’re goners
#nkox¿#nkox reqs#luxiem x reader#shu yamino x reader#nijisanji x reader#ike eveland x reader#luca kaneshiro x reader#vox akuma x reader#mysta rias x reader#nijisanji#nijisanji fics#shxtou x reader#shxtou smut#shxtou#luxiem imagines#luxiem smut#luxiem fluff#luxiem suggestive#luxiem fics#nijisanji smut#vtuber x reader
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- ‘Better than sex’
Paring: Vox x Gender neutral reader (a hit of Velvette and Valentino x reader)
Warning: Cussing, Sex mentioned
You sat on your bed watching the broadcast of the extermination angels attacking the Hazbin hotel, which was founded by Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie.
You watched it with interest, wondering what the other Vees thought about this situation, which is why you were walking down to the lounge where the three Vees were watching the broadcast.
You walked over to the three silently, leaning over the couch where Velvette was. She glanced up at you as you two gave each a silent greeting, along with Valentino, who sat on a different sofa.
You stared at Vox, who was currently busy watching Alastor fighting the head leader of the extermination angels, Adam. You watched amusingly as your partner screamed with excitement as he watched Alastor get hit and fall.
“HAHAA! Fuck you!!” Vox said, screaming like a child while flipping off the TV. You raised an eyebrow at his behavior while Velvette looked at you with a ‘Is that your boyfriend?’ look.
Vox seemed to bounce with every step, watching Alastor bleed. “THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX!!!” He cheered loudly, unaware you were standing in the same room with a dumbfounded look.
Upon seeing your reaction, Valentino let out a loud chuckle along with Velvette, who snickered, knowing Vox might regret his choice of words later.
Your eye twitched as you put in your most unimpressed expression. “Better than sex, huh?” You questioned while Valentino and Velvette tried their best to break out laughing.
Vox immediately snapped his head in your direction with a surprised look before turning pale. A light flashed from Velvette, and snapped a photo before breaking down laughing with Valentino.
“Uh- Babe! Ahah……I didn’t know you’d be joining us..” Vox stammered with his words, his hands moving awkwardly as you stared at him blankly.
“You can continue,” You said with a shooing motion of your hand, suggesting Vox to keep talking if he so dared, but he didn’t. Vox shut his mouth as he sat back on the couch like a dog who had just been caught breaking something.
Valentino wore a shit-eating grin as he puffed some smoke out. “You know [Reader], I don’t think anything is better than sex~” Valentino said with a low chuckle, making you beam with an amused look.
“Fuck off, Val!” Vox huffed with a frustrated look, his face glitching as he crossed his arms. His wrath was met with a chuckle from Valentino.
“Oh well, I suggest you get comfortable on that couch, Vox,” You hummed with a purr while Vox stared at you dumbfounded before huffing again.
“Me!? That’s my bed!” He said, pointing up the stairs where your shared bedroom was. You were now staring at him with an irritated look.
“Oh? Is the flat-faced prince kicking their love out the bed?” Velvette spoke with a disappointed look. “You know [Reader], My bed is far more suited for someone as highly suited as us,” Velvette said with a wink.
You giggled slightly from Velvette’s flirting while Vox stared at her, stunned.
“[Reader]~ You could also stay in my bed; it gets lonely at night, and I love company~” Valentino cooed while blowing smoke that caressed your face.
It was shooed away by Velvette, who glared at the moth Overlord. “Fuck off dickhead! I asked first,” Velvette scoffed while Valentino scowled at the girl.
“Both of you fuck off!!! [Reader] isn’t sleeping next to either of you! They’ve got their place next to me in my bed!” Vox screeched at both of them, who seemed to glance at each other and then back at Vox.
You smacked your hand over your mouth, trying your best not to start laughing at the scene of the Vees fighting over who you’d sleep with.
“Didn’t you just kick [Reader] out of your room?” Velvette said with an accusing voice while Vox stuttered with his words.
“If my lover said something was better than having sex with me……Well, let’s just say there wouldn’t be one,” Valentino declaredwith sass while inhaling smoke.
Vox visibly sulked at their comments before turning to you, his hands grabbing into you as he hid his face against the couch with a groan. You let out an unamused hum while Vox lifted his head with an apologetic look.
“Look, Babe! You know I didn’t mean it, right!?” Vox said with a panicked grin while you raised an eyebrow at the thought. You knew he got happy watching Alastor's downfall, maybe a concerning amount.
“Babe! Nothing better than having sex with you!” Cox exclaimed loudly. Velvette’s face turned into a disgusted expression while Valentino looked smugly at his comment.
Your face twisted into a smug grin while you tilted your head, squeezing his hands back. “Prove it,” You said bluntly.
Vox seemed to glitch at this comment as a winning grin grew on his face. Velvette let out a gag and stood up from the couch. “Ew, I’m out,” she huffed while stomping away.
“I’ll stay and watch,” Valentino hummed with an amused grin, his legs crossing while his eyes stayed close to you and Vox.
“You aren’t watching,” Vox said coldly, causing the Moth to complain ‘why not!?’. You chuckled, watching the two go bicker back and forth.
It’s a fun yet chaotic life experience with the Vee’s, especially when dating one, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
#vox x reader#gender neutral reader#female reader#Male reader#Hazbin hotel#vox hazbin hotel#valentino hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel x reader
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I keep giggling at imagining how Vox would act around Alastor pre-rejection days with his huge pathetic crush on him. I've always been a sucker for characters acting awkwardly in a pathetic way around their obvious crush, and it's even better that their crush has no idea why they're acting so cringe/pathetic- which is the case here with Vox and Alastor. Alastor has no idea that Vox is so pitifully in love with him.
I can just picture Vox's employees or just any other demons around witnessing Vox acting like such a pathetic, awkward mess around Alastor and as much as they would like to say something, they don't want to lose their job or have Vox do anything to them. They just sit back and enjoy or cringe at watching their boss act so stupidly around the Radio Demon. Vox, my dude, you're so lucky that Alastor is oblivious to romance, otherwise he would've totally noticed your crush on him ages ago
YES I LOVE IT LMAOOO, I just looove the idea of vox acting absolutely pathetic about his crush pre-rejection. it's genuinely like the "I tend act stupid around my crush" "but you always act stupid?" ". don't think too hard about it" incorrect quote. I think it'd be incredibly funny if he also tried to flirt in subtle ways but alastor never realised. people around them noticed! …..but it probably wasn’t in their place to say anything.
#ask#osrs.txt#radiostatic#staticradio#<- one-sided#hazbin vox#hazbin hotel vox#he's just so pathetic
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Okay, bare with me here. Luxiem with a apathetic M!Reader (Apathetic means showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern) a stoic/slightly dense person pretty much. Okay back to the request, the apathetic reader is getting hit on bye other people and the Luxiem peeps get very jealous, they try to contain it but it just leads to angry/jealous sex. (Do them separately please like Vox, Mysta, Ike, Shu, and then Luca. If you want of course)
“i just want you for my own!”
pairings: luxiem / (himbo?) m!reader
summary: why dont you understand that you belong to them?
tw: YANDERE, noncon, dubcon, drugging, shibari/ropes, ownership, virgin!reader, toxic, manipulative, gaslighting, power bottom!ike, groping, manhandling, petplay, blood, guns, etc.
notes: felt like adding in that reader is an oblivious virgin. i probably strayed off theme again, but i think its a good (long) read!
i only did vox, ike and luca for now.
she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.
vox:
vox wasn't shy of pda. throughout all the years of wandering this earth, the initial shyness and hesitation from holding hands had long faded by now. although you two weren’t an official couple yet, that didn’t stop him from acting like you were. of course, most of the time you were too dumb to realize he was flirting with you, so you just thought he was being a nice friend. an overly friendly friend. you were well aware of his origins as a demon from long ago, but never truly seemed to mind. it was one of the many traits vox adored about you.
the demon insisted on going out together, spoiling you with lots of gifts. designer brands, fancy dinner, cologne (that was either a scent he wanted on you, or a replica of his own). anything he saw you smile at, he bought it. in fact, he spoiled you so much people started calling you his lapdog. you never understood the innuendo, but vox took the title for you with pride: always referring to you as his puppy or pet. the thought of owning you felt delicious. it sated the demons hunger for wanting you in the worst ways sometimes. you were a bright light that had brought him joy for the first time in a while. decades of longing, sorrow, and depression were cured whenever he'd see your face light up opening a gift bag of a new coat you were eyeing. it had gotten to a point where everything you were wearing was something he bought, down to your boxers underneath your pants. "you look wonderful dear, dont be shy."
therefore, the anger that vox felt when someone tried to touch something that was his was justified, at least in his mind. you two were out again at a restaurant you'd been eyeing, and the waitress seemed to be really into you. you had simply responded to her little flirts and comments, truly not wanting to relay any odd messages. you thought that if you were rude, maybe she'd spit in your food or something. you were so caught up in small talk you didnt notice how vox gripped his wine glass to the point where it almost shattered.
as soon as the waitress walked away, vox would look at y/n sternly asking what "all of that" was about. you'd laugh awkwardly, sincerely not understanding why vox seemed so upset. it was still just the two of you, did he get annoyed by the chatty waitress? she did seem to ask weird questions. the demon would rub his temple, sighing as you two would continue dinner.
the car ride back to his place was tense. you had mostly eaten in silence, only a few words being exchanged as you finished your meals. compared to the usual lively dinner dates you two had shared, this was a huge difference to what you were used to - your stomach churned with anxiety. you had no idea what was wrong, feeling guilty for making vox feel bad. he gave so much to you and always paid for the bill, but whenever someone would get too close to you or strike up conversation he'd get grumpy. why was that? did he want to do all the talking instead? you'd honestly prefer if he did, but most of the time people stopped you two or something happened like this the perpetrator always had their eyes on you. the minute you two got into his house, he had led you to his room, claiming he was tired and just wanted to lay with you for a bit. you didnt see anything wrong with this, and the demon jumped on the opportunity..
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"look at me, boy." vox's hands gripped your chin, making you wince in pain as he turned your head to face forward. he had tied you to his bed, body sprawled out for him to touch as he pleased. your cock was shamefully hard as he fucked you uncharacteristically slow. the demon was known for loving things rough and fast, but he took his time with you, wanting you to learn and remember how good he felt inside your ass. somehow, it felt like a punishment: vox was clearly using your body for his own enjoyment. you whined when he hit a spot that made your legs shake, pulling against your restraints to no avail. was this how you were going to lose your virginity? it felt sinful, dirty to be so vulnerable in front of your friend. vox was still a bit angry too, you could feel it in the way he let his hand rest on your neck, squeezing just to tease you.
"im going to make sure your slutty hole remembers who you belong to, okay doggy? im not going to let you go anytime soon." all you could do was nod, a few tears rolling down your cheeks as he chuckled.
ike:
while ike had his own set of issues that he had to deal with, he never intended to let you witness the uglier sides on him. you were his precious doll, and he wanted to keep you by his side at all times. the happy, perfect boyfriend facade was what he worked so hard to keep up for you. you couldn't know how he lusted and yearned for you to the brink of insanity.
he felt like he had his possessiveness under control - it didn't really matter, since he always had you by his side. the author had a wonderful way with words, a sickeningly sweet tone that rivaled a certain demon he knows. while vox was more demanding, ike had portrayed a gentle side, knowing just how to manipulate you into getting what he wanted. you were always so gullible, following his every wish and suggestion, not realizing that the more time you spent with ike - the less time you spent with others.
you didn't realize ike had you wrapped around his finger. you always thought that the fact that he knew your schedule even better than you did was just because he was so smart and attentive. he always preferred to be alone with you, frequently inviting you over for drinks at his place.
however, his facade would soon quickly crumble when he saw you speaking to a coworker at your part time job. ike always picked you up and spent time with you afterwards, always. so who was this random guy, winking and smiling at you as you guided them on how to make drinks? ike quickly caught on that you were simply doing your job and training the rookie, but it didn't make his heart feel at ease. why didn't you decline? those smiles should only be saved for him.
luckily, he only had to watch for a couple minutes before it was the end of your shift. you had went to the back and met him in the same spot like you always did - except this time the trainee called your name and told you he was looking forward to tomorrow. what the hell was that supposed to mean? you two were working and nothing else.. right? the mans fist tightened, trying to bite his tongue as he invited you for drinks at his place. like always, you accepted.
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your body felt heavy as you sipped some more of the wine ike offered you, head feeling fuzzy. "whats wrong y/n? you look unwell." ike had asked kindly, his voice sounding sweeter than usual. he looked so concerned, his cold hand feeling your warm forehead. "goodness dear, youre burning up. come, you can rest for a bit in my room, okay? i have just the remedy for that." you nodded, not expecting any ill intentions and following him, finding his huge bed soft like a cloud. you had drifted off to sleep, and everything in between was a mystery..
when you opened your eyes again, you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. you tried to speak, but a cloth had been stuffed and tied around your head like a gag. ike had gagged you, stripped you while you were sleeping after drinking the spiked wine. he couldn't wait any longer. what if someone had beat him to it? he knew you were a virgin, you had told him before, and he already decided that he would be your first. bouncing on your cock, the man moaned happily, hands groping your soft chest. "y-you feel so good, youre so big too, bigger than i thought-!" ike had always dreamt of this moment, but feeling it in reality was an entirely different level. no amount of words or retellings could describe the pleasure he derived from seeing you so shocked, moaning and drooling against the tight cloth he stuffed in your mouth. "dont worry y/n, ill take care of you, like i always have. itll be just you and me after all."
luca:
luca never pitted himself to being as possessive and mean as his friends were. he knew how they were with their partners, and he always made sure to respect their boundaries (even if a part of him knew you didnt have a choice in what the boys would say). overall, luca was generally liked amongst his colleagues and mafia. no one ever suspected him to anything too sick and twisted (besides from his usual mafia work).
therefore, it was a surprise not only to him but to everyone else too when he started becoming more stern than usual. you were part of his little mafia, just a simple errand boy for the rest of the team. you had ended up being caught in the wrong place, wrong time: coming home from work and seeing the boss shoot a neighbor of yours. he almost took care of you too, until he saw how cute you were.
and god, you were cute. so cute! luca wanted to scream it to the heavens, claim and brand you for his own. he let you become a part of his family in exchange for your life. you happily agreed, not knowing fully what you were getting yourself into. however, life wasn't that bad. aside from some of the other lackeys in the maifa not liking you very much because of the special treatment you received, luca never made you work too hard, and preferred you to just sit in his office and chat with him. he loved hearing about your day, watching movies with you, learning what you liked. he'd also spoil you in gifts, but not as excessively as vox. he figured that there was more sentiment if his presents only came every once in a while. you never wanted to cause any trouble for him, grateful for the things he's given you.
stepping into his office where his crew operated, luca was about to start his day like any other until he saw you chatting with someone else. of course, it was normal for you to speak with the people who you saw nearly everyday, but this time was different - luca sensed it too. he knew that this group of people weren't the nicest or purest of his bunch. in fact, the only reason he kept them around was because they were perfect for more violent jobs. he didn't really care what they did, but seeing them tease and touch you - yeah, he felt more than just pissed.
why did he feel upset? its not like you two were in a relationship or anything. you considered luca a close friend, and would admit that you were surprised to find out he didn't have a pretty lady wrapped around his arm too. he just seemed so perfect, so out of reach; you never wanted to cause any extra trouble for him. thats why when some people started teasing and touching you a little too friendly at work, you didn't bring it up. explaining this to luca wouldn't help, though. seeing you being treated like a plaything made him see red.
he wasnt thinking when he had punched the guy right in his jaw, a horrible crack filling the room. luca seemed unphased, a threatening glare casted towards the other man as he got the hint and ran off. the person that was teasing you before, reaching to squeeze your ass was knocked out cold, some blood pooling from his mouth. you didnt have much time to process the scene in front of you before luca wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you towards his office without a word. you didnt say anything either, the strong grip on your hips keeping you silent the whole walk there.
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the blonde had led you into his office, sitting on his extravagant leather chair and pulling you onto his lap. you blushed, mouth opening to protest as he made you straddle him, sighing in anger. "why didnt you tell me they were picking on you, y/n? did they do something? threaten you?" his hands on your waist squeezed especially hard, making you wince. "no, thats not the case at all!"
luca pouted, his childish aura slowly returning having your skin against his. you always looked so nice, wearing tight button-ups that made your chest look delectable. he knew he had big tits, sure, but yours looked way softer and easier to grab - which is exactly what he did. he groped and squeezed, thumb rolling over your nipples through your thin shirt. "then what is it? were you scared of me? im not angry at all, yknow! id never be upset at you, babe.." you covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud. you were positive his bodyguards were standing right outside his door like they always were, and having them hear your voice moan and whine for their boss was embarrassing to think about. "i just didnt want to bother you, thats all. it was my problem to deal with, so.." your voice faded off, but luca furrowed his brow and squeezed your ass.
"hey, your problems are my problems too. you never bother me either. im your boss after all, right? which means you belong to me. so let me take care of it too." although his words seemed sweet, you couldnt shake off the threatening atmosphere of them. why did it seem like he was claiming you, without even doing anything? you slowly nodded, honestly too distracted by his hands feeling you up. luca smiled, nestling his face in your chest and looking up at you.
"good! because your boss wants to do something a little fun, to make you feel better. you want that too, right?" luca was going to kiss and mark your entire body by the end of the night, ridding every other touch that happened earlier on your skin. you tilted your head in confusion, giving him permission that you wouldn't be able to take back later, not even if you begged. but, luca would love to see you try.
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Dating Hazbin Men:
Lucifer would be in a constant state of bending over backwards tenfold for you at the start of the relationship. After Lilith’s disappearance, he would feel the constant need to make sure you felt loved and appreciated enough that you wouldn’t leave—if you showed even the slightest emotion/reaction that he interprets negatively, he would most certainly try to gift you back in his favor, however that looks like. It would take a lot of time, patience, reassurance, understanding, and love from you before he would tone it down a bit. Granted he would never stop showering you with gifts and affection, but it would now stem more from him simply wanting you to know how much he loves you and appreciates you—he wouldn’t be as frantic about it.
Husk is a grump who doesn’t sugar coat his words, and he definitely has words to say about just about every situation. He most certainly has boundaries—most of which he’s upfront about from the start, while others make their appearance when he deems it necessary. There’s no doubt that some might stem from him not being used to being in a relationship, but if you can not get butt hurt over his no filter system and respect his boundaries, this grump will eventually turn into one of the most dedicated partners. Everyone bitches to the bar tender, but once you’ve shown that you’ll willingly listen to him with your full attention, he will most certainly not take that for granted. Always asks if you’re in the right mindset to listen to him vent, and if you’re not at the time he asks, he will respect that and do what he can to ease whatever is going on in your mind. Expect some of the best cuddles from him when it’s just you two—the purrs he’ll emit will most certainly become a lullaby.
Angel Dust would be extremely wary of being in an actual relationship. You most certainly would have to not take it personally if he doubts your intentions with him and wonders if you’re just trying to use and abuse him. His signed contract with Val and the abuse he’s been put through makes him think healthy things in a relationship are something he’s not deserving of. Be extremely patient with him and always ask for his consent before you initiate any type of affection. If he tries to play it off and up the sexual comments, you would have to be gently assertive with him that you’re not doing anything unless he explicitly gives his verbal consent. He will not know what to do with that for quite some time, but with you being persistent and consistent with it, it will become one of his favorite things about the relationship—if it’s not his favorite that is. This will be crucial to have when he comes home from a very rough night at the studio. He needs to know you can be his safe space who won’t force him into anything, and he, in return, will give that back to you tenfold.
Sir Pentious will be totally clueless at first on how to respond to you wanting a relationship with him. You just want an excuse to destroy him in his sleep! No? Oh, well, what do you want from him then. He will always be asking questions and awkwardly flirting with you, but he will also be trying his best. He wants to learn and be the best partner he can for you. He’ll instantly melt if you take time to talk to and with his egg bois, and if they love you, he is sold.
Vox is his name, and spying on you through technology is his game. He’s not subtle about it nor does he apologize for it. Granted, he most certainly might try to gaslight you into thinking/believing that he wasn’t watching YOU specifically, but rather, you just happened to be in the same area of the ones he was already watching. You won’t be able to convince him to stop, but you can certainly make a game out of it—one that he’ll complain about and deny liking it, but deep down he actually enjoys it. Notice a camera pointed at you? Wink and blow a kiss at it, give him a show of slowly bending over to pick something off the ground, send him a suggestive, teasing picture at the most random times, etc and this bipedal tv will be flustered as hell. With the right combination of timing and in one of his favorite outfits that he loves on you, and you might just make him cause another blackout.
Valentino and Adam are both in the same category here for dating them. You may be that one person who they genuinely have a soft spot for and love, but oh boy, both are possessive to max—however, they will make it seem like they are being doting on you, but in reality, they are marking their territory. You have to go to a meeting or work without them? You best bet that you are going wearing something of theirs—whether it be extremely visible hickeys or an item of clothing or something that is just obvious is theirs. They’ll use the “I’ll miss you while you’re gone,and I want you to feel like I’m there so you don’t miss me too much.” If you return the favor and give them something of yours, they will not only proudly show it off to everyone, but they’ll also most definitely make you late for whatever is you need to attend.
Alastor “Haha! Never going to happen.”
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May I request an angsty Vax (vox machina) x reader, where the reader likes Vax but he doesn't know it especially paired with his feeling for Keyleth at the time. But when he figures out he rethinks his feelings, but by then the reader feels like the Second pick. (It can have a happy or angsty ending, whatever feels right to you)
GUYS IM BACK!!!! have this and two others im keeping on the burner to write. There were five, so if you don't see your's pop up anytime soon, its because I didn't know how to write it. Loved the ideas, though◡̈
Vax'ildan Vessar x Reader
Warnings - None
"An option, never his priority.", Vax x Reader
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The fire whips in the direction of the wind and crackles in defiance against the small pellets of snow fall onto it, burning the firewood, which was already charred on nearly every side.
You sat next to your best friend, Vex, who had known about your love for Vax for months now. All she could feel was pity for you when she watches you stare off into the dark and starry night, looking anywhere except the two people in front of you.
Vax and Keyleth. Vax shot empty flirts at Keyleth without any reaction from her, as she blankly looks into the fire uninterested in him.
From the corner of your own eyes, you can feel Vex looking at you with a look on her face that you hated. It felt embarrassing for her to give you that look of empathy for so long, and it brought you back to the moment.
Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you held it for just a second. You let it out through your mouth and watch the air fog for just a moment. You look at Vex through the side of your eye, making eye contact, and she quickly looks away.
You sigh. The silence between the entire group was killing you, and you caught second hand embarrassment from Vax flirting with Keyleth like no one could hear them.
To be fair, no one but you and Vex were paying attention. Percy was tinkering with something that you couldn't be bothered enough to ask about, Pike and Grog were fast asleep. How could they fall asleep so quickly in this cold?
You slid off the log you sat on, the rough texture of the bark along it pushed against you and the snow crunched under your feet when you stood. Without looking around, you simply walk away into the snowed in forest.
"If you get lost just give us a shout." Vex's voice ringed through your ears, and you gave her a nod without turning to look at her.
Snow continued to crunch under your feet as you trudged into the forest. It was extremely dark, and the trees made you feel crowded. The trees rock as you push the pines out of the way, feeling the snow piled on them seep into your mittens, creating a soggy feeling on your hands.
Turning to an opening, you see a few logs turned to one another. It seems another group of travelers had passed through here once or twice before too. The world is really small, anyway. Not too hard to think about. You cast a fire spell on their old fire pit, watching the charcoal burn again. You sit down on a log, and stare into the sky, enjoying lonesomeness.
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(third person POV switch)
Keyleth awkwardly stood up and followed you after a few minutes of awkwardness with Vax. She tightly gripped and wrapped her faux coat around herself. Vex and Vax make eye contact, and glance between themselves and Percy. Vex shrugs and speaks.
"You know she doesn't love you. Quit bothering the poor girl, Vax."
Percy glances up at the siblings, but opts to continue fixing and cleaning his trinket.
Vax sighs, and turns his face away from Vex, not saying a word, waiting for her to say something he would choose to continue off of.
Vex scoffs at his stubbornness to the conversation. "Have you ever paid attention to how they look at you? YOU guys would work out. Not you and Keyleth!" Vex's accent gets thicker as she continues to voice her complaints about Vax's irony to not notice anything around him.
Vax pauses, and looks as if he's thinking to himself and piecing together evidence in his head.
"...You mean to tell me, that this whole time, all those gifts, and all the times they've been flustered without reason, was because they're in love with me?" Vax mumbled to Vex, still putting it together.
Out of the corner of her eye, Vex could see Percy rolling his eyes to their conversation. It was obvious he could tell too, in fact, him and Vex had spoken about it a few times when they had nothing better to do.
Now, it's Vex's turn to roll her eyes. And that she did. "What do you think I just said to you?" She scoffs after her sentence is stated.
Silence falls over the two and only the wind, the crackling fire, and Percy's tinkering can be heard. Soft crunching and talking can be heard from the forest.
(3rd person POV switch)
I softly laugh with Keyleth as we step back to the group's makeshift firepit. Before I can sit, Keyleth sits next to Vex, which forces me to sit next to Vax. Before I do, Vex waves me over and whispers into my ear.
"I told him"
I give her an annoyed look and she smiles smugly at me. I quickly turn before anything can be insinuated between the others and sit next to Vax.
This time, Vax seemed to be nervous to sit next to me. He was drooling over Keyleth just a second ago, You couldn't understand how he could change his mind so fast.
You close your eyes and decide not to think about it, trying to sleep quietly. It was late, and you were too tired to talk after the grueling work done today, which had to be followed with miles of walking to do the next morning.
When Vax notices this, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you in to rest on his shoulder. While his touch his warm, and something you've yearned for, you didn't like it. You didn't welcome it.
It wasn't what you yearned for. It felt forced.
The vibrations of his voice rumbles on his chest, and you could feel it in your head, but your hearing was muffled. It felt like you could hear their conversation in another room. You felt him hesitate when talking to Keyleth, but he spoke to her in that same tone.
He was settling for you.
You could feel an unsettling sense in your stomach, it made you uncomfortable, and it made you squirm.
You didn't want to be his second choice.
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So my favorite part of RPGs is finding the character as you play and making in-character decisions. Owlcat's Rogue Trader is a fantastic example of this.
*Light spoilers ahead, regarding relationships*
It's the 40k universe, everything is awful, and from the beginning of the game you start with a betrayal from the first NPC you ever meet. My Rogue Trader, one Darius Recks, is an ex crime lord, and one who was very successful until being caught up in some trouble and being summoned to the ship of the Rogue Trader Theodora Von Valencius. The story progresses, you are betrayed, and you end up as the sole Rogue Trader as Theodora is killed.
Finding one's voice in Warhammer Land, where evils abound in every level and taking the iconoclast route was pretty hard to reconcile until it clicked for me. Darius is a crime lord with a new empire. He wants things running smoothly. Fuck the Imperium's laws and fuck Chaos gods, Darius is a man of the people. That said, his rule is law. You fuck up? Better be a good reason.
But the rule is, "You get one." Never let it be said that the Rogue Trader is not magnanimous. And that rule truly sunk in when romancing Jae.
The "smuggler with a heart of gold" appealed to Darius, something of a like minded individual. Flirting turned to expensive gifts, etc, and it seemed rather fortuitous for the both of us. Then it was reported she was stealing from me. In talking to her she downplayed it, we're together, what's mine is ours, etc. And keeping with the rule, I let it slide.
You get One.
Later the game progresses and I approach my Vox Master one day to find her awkwardly staring at me. In fact the whole bridge is staring. I ask what the looks are all about and I find that my most recent, ahem, *romantic escapade,* was broadcast
TO THE ENTIRE SHIP
I ask about sabotage, and find it was done deliberately. By Jae.
Immediately I have her brought before me. I find she did it as a power move, to show everyone how happy the Rogue Trader is and marking me as "hers?" Not on my ship. She shows no remorse, and crossing me has it's limits. Remember:
You
Get
One
The game gave me a choice and I took it. I executed her on the spot. The bridge was shocked and Owlcat did a wonderful job of writing how she never even saw it coming. This game is so cool for finding character moments, and I found a powerful one here. Don't betray me. Don't fuck with me. You get One.
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“Murder on the Air!” Human Alastor complete timeline
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Character profile
Name: Alastor (meaning Greek spirit of vengeance/tormentor)
Birth: January 24th 1896, New Orleans, Louisiana (VA Edward Bosco’s birthday is January 24, 1986)
Human name: Alastor Roscoe Duvalier Cajun (Roscoe means deer forest and is also an old term for a handgun. Duvalier is last name of Voodoo genocidal dictator of Haiti.)
Race: Part White (French-American from his father) part Creole (Native American and African-American from his mother).
Hair color: Brown (red and black in Hell) usually short, sometimes in a small ponytail or brown ends reaching slightly past his ears
Eye color: Brown (red in Hell)
Skin color: Light brown (pale gray in Hell) thin pointed chin, lanky agile body
Clothing: brown/white nice shirts with bow ties, dress coats, hunting boots, wine colored pants, the occasional top hat with voodoo pins sticking from the top.
Items: Hunting rifle given to him by his father, sharp knives, a staff with a microphone on it decorated with small golden antlers curved near the top. (The staff became a red vintage microphone with an eye and magic powers in Hell that became part of him as per the deal he took)
Date of death: 1933
Cause of death: Bitten by dog with rabies, experienced hallucinations, inflamed brain, strange excitement and paranoia. When he sees water, it’s nothing but alligators, leeches and the darkness of an ocean. He ran from police and into the woods at night. The police sent several police dogs after him, appearing to Alastor as werewolves. He encounters Hustle, a deer hunter, yelling in agony, almost caught by police. Hustle alerts the police to his location, saying “Target criminal’s over here!” Alastor grabs the gun from the hunter and shoots himself between the eyes. His body is mauled by the police dogs and the hunter sinks down to his knees in shock and fear.
Demonic life: deer demon, overlord, radio host. His deer-like shadow has a mind of its own and reveals his true feelings.
Likes: cooking, singing, dancing, electro swing, Rosie, Mimzy, Charlie (as a friend), his mother, hunting and skinning deer, being out in nature, people failing, dark coffee, the Picture Show, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, theater, liquor, dad jokes, Jambalaya, epicurean food, making voodoo dolls of the Hazbin characters
Dislikes: being touched, strawberries, post 30’s technology, dogs, anything sweet, frowning, Vox, his father, Angel’s sexual remarks, tea, spray can foods, ketchup
Abilities: supernatural powers, voodoo, radio broadcasting, shadow manipulation, warping space, singing, charm
Kalfu is Alastor’s main voodoo deity, as both are destroyers and dark sorcerers.
Mother:
Loretta Marie Duvalier (last name became Cajun): (named after Loretta Petit, real life American radio personality born in New Orleans. Duvalier is last name of Voodoo genocidal dictator of Haiti.)
Loretta has several siblings, Joseph, and a royal lady who is the mother of Dr. Facilier (he kept her shrunken head).
Speaks French. As a human, she had dark skin, thick black short hair and often wore bonnets, dresses, and on occasion, charms around her neck. She went to Heaven for her selfless actions in comforting Alastor when he was bullied and abused. She was the only source of light in his life before he snapped.
Her voodoo deity is Erzulie, the goddess of beauty, love, femininity and motherhood.
Alastor secretly cuddles with a voodoo doll of his mother every night.
In the “regular” fanmade timeline, Loretta goes to Heaven, where Alastor meets her decades later after his redemption.
In Hell, his mother becomes a powerful Voodoo priestess and she helps Alastor with his magic. She is an acquaintance to Rosie and Mimzy. She looks similar to Alastor: red eyes, darker gray face, red and black hair in a bun, sharp yellow teeth, deer tufts, and a long red and black dress with frilly sleeves. Her eyes most often appear like Alastor’s red eyes with circular lines in them…her eyes can also glow. She has a light red undershirt with a similar black upside down cross design. Etched onto her dress are voodoo symbols and flowers that appear faint to the eye but can glow in the dark. Sometimes, Loretta will wear a fancy round red ladies hat. Loretta keeps her hair in a bun. She keeps a pair of reading glasses and also has four claws. She has doe traits and a small fluffy tail. Loretta has similar powers as Alastor, though she cannot control radios to the same extent. She can make dolls and sew anything just by moving her fingers. Loretta can withstand Alastor’s deals and spells. In her full demon form, she can turn into a shadow version of herself and create portals and objects. In her demon form, her eyes turn black with red pupils shaped like skulls.
In an AU of an AU when Alastor meets his parents at the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor and his mother share an embrace and sing together while making Jambalaya. Loretta doesn’t hesitate to share stories and a photo album of Alastor’s childhood to the others, much to his embarrassment. Loretta and Charlie hit it off right away, sharing their love of singing, dancing, and seeing good in people. Loretta mistakenly believes that her son and Charlie are dating but then remembers he is asexual and aromantic and apologizes with a blush. Charlie smiles and says that she is a hundred plus years older than him, to which Angel’s mouth drops. When Angel tries to flirt and touch Alastor, his mother tells him to stop. Alastor only accepts hugs, kisses, and touch from his mother.
Father:
Louis Francois Cajun: White man and Christian French immigrant, descendant of two French Canadians. He fell in love with Loretta, but bi-racial marriage was frowned upon, so they held it in secret. He is a skilled hunter and taught Alastor to hunt deer and game at a young age. When Alastor was younger, he told him to “beware the gators” in the nearby swamp. As Alastor grew older, he became more abusive to him, even molested him after sleeping with another woman on a Friday the 13th. He died brutally by Alastor in the 1920s/30s.
Louis became an oppressive black deer overlord but was defeated by Alastor a second time.
In Alastor’s vision, Louis is represented by Ogun, god associated with dogs, warriors, hunters, conflict. He’s symbolized by an iron knife and has fondness for pretty women and rum.
AU of an AU: In Hell, Louis becomes a powerful overlord called Seraph (one that Alastor defeats, but he still goes around.) He has large black antlers arching from his head, and often wears a top hat with a skull on it. He wears a similar suit to Alastor’s, along with a large bowtie and regular tie, though it’s darker in color. The undershirt is black with a red cross design on it. His teeth are sharp and yellow. He has deer ears and a tail, plus four claws on each hand. He has the same black mustache he had as a human, plus glowing red eyes. In demon form, his face turns into a skeletal male deer head (with black fur in some areas) and he grows larger. He controls a small cult of shadow spirits and demons that worship him as a god. He drinks, smokes, and hooks up with women demons, despite knowing he can’t reproduce. He hunts Hell’s creatures with a gun like he did as a human hunter. He carries a whip and a long black staff shaped like a Christian Cross with antlers branching out over the extended sides of the cross. In the center of it is a red gem shaped like a glowing red eye.
Louis and Loretta agree to visit the Hazbin Hotel…only to meet Alastor in shock. Alastor briefly shrinks back when he sees him, remembering the times he was abused by him. His mother, more confident as a demon, makes sure her son goes through the day unharmed. His mother embraces her son and they make jambalaya while singing together. They sing “Jambalaya on the Bayou” and “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile.” Even Louis smiles and hums along. The three of them later dance to music on the radio as everyone watches in happiness (except Husk). The shadow spirits join in. Loretta tells Charlie and the others about Alastor’s life as a human, much to his embarrassment. Both Alastor’s parents became serial killers and cannibals themselves just like their son once they arrived in Hell. Like Charlie, Alastor’s mother believes that her son can be redeemed and hopes that someday the three of them can go to Heaven together. Alastor awkwardly shares a hug with his father, though he wasn’t very nice, Alastor still loved him.
Louis/Seraph is critical of Charlie’s plan to rehabilitate demons, as he believes it is God’s will to keep sinners in eternal torment. He was the one who told Alastor as a human: “Inside of every sinner is a lost cause.” Alastor briefly goes demonic when he tries to touch Charlie inappropriately. Loretta says she wants a final divorce and helps Alastor kick him out of the hotel. But she also begs Alastor not to kill him and he reluctantly obeys.
Louis and Loretta soon go back to their ways of killing people and questioning their afterlives.
Adelle Cajun – Alastor’s paternal aunt, sister of Louis. She is objective and doesn’t like getting into conflicts. She taught Alastor how to play the piano but Alastor hardly ever saw her much as she was busy being a French teacher.
Joseph Duvalier – Alastor’s maternal uncle, brother of Alastor’s mother Loretta. Mean and cruel like Alastor’s father, likes rum, weapons, sacrifices and causing trouble. He eventually went to Hell after being run over with a deer in the headlights look…by none other than Alastor.
Eddy Ory Duvalier – Alastor’s Creole/French cousin, son of Joseph, Alastor’s maternal uncle and a French working class white lady. Named after Edward Ory, a Creole jazz bandleader. Rebelled against his troublesome father and became a jazz band leader.
Clementine Duvalier – Alastor’s cousin, relative of his mother. Daughter of Alastor’s uncle, Joseph. Named after Clementine Barnabet - real life Louisiana voodoo priestess and serial killer, killed families with an axe. She tried to be a better priestess than Loretta. At one point, she and Alastor killed people together in the woods. But Alastor ran off to save his own skin, leaving her to be caught and arrested by police.
Alastor’s ancestor from his father’s side: Marie LaLaurie, (1787-1849) real life New Orleans serial killer, cruel to Creole slaves
Dr. Facilier: Voodoo villain from Princess and the Frog. Became Alastor’s slave after he was pulled into the underworld. Alastor stole his powers and methods, leaving Facilier a shadow. He is Alastor’s cousin.
Samuel Cajun – white paternal Grandfather. Lived an ordinary life as a car mechanic in Canada before going off to fight in the war. He was healed by a white woman nurse Abigail and the two fell in love.
Abigail Cajun – Alastor’s paternal Grandmother
Roscoe Duvalier – Alastor’s maternal Grandfather, related to Dr. Facilier
Antoinette Duvalier – dark skinned maternal Grandmother – Voodoo Priestess and Hoodoo oral practitioner.
Racheil: Alastor’s friend and love interest (though he doesn’t want sex or serious romance.) She has short blonde hair and looks similar to Charlie in dapper clothes. She, like Charlie, is nice to him and loves to dance and sing. She tries to help him become a better person but after he snapped, she broke up with him and left him to solve his own problems. She almost got stabbed b him but managed to escape with her wife Agatha (whom she had married in private).
In Alastor’s dream, she appears as Oshun, a goddess connected to beauty, sexuality, wealth, pleasure, and rivers.
Alastor later makes a voodoo doll of Racheil’s similar counterpart, Charlie along with dolls representing the other characters.
Mimzy: Alastor’s friend and temporary love interest (Alastor liked to flirt with her but didn’t want to get intimate nor be tied down). Mimzy likes singing, jazz, desserts and doughnuts. She doesn’t like rock. Confident in her singing, she is the owner of a jazz club, both on Earth and in Hell. She is a short, chubby woman who wears pink/purple flapper dresses, a headband with pink feathers and short blonde hair. Her eyes were blue and her skin white as a human, in Hell her eyes were black with hot pink pupils.
Mimzy and Alastor sing several duets together on stage in both realms and even share a kiss much to the disgust of a jealous (human) Husk. As time went on however, Mimzy started falling head over heels for him, while Alastor wanted to stay friends. (She heard about his radio shows but didn’t suspect he was the killer until later). One night, a love crazed Mimzy (who had also had several drinks) tried to undress him and even reached for his private parts. He shoved her off and threatened to kill her if she assaulted him again. Then she realized in shock that he was the serial killer when he defended himself with a bloodstained knife. She tried to call for help, but he choked her with an insane look in his eyes.
Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Mimzy in his lair with the straw arms missing.
Rosie: Alastor’s friend, fellow overlord, and associate. Rosie wears dark pink dresses, and a large pink hat with skulls, pink feathers, and black flowers on it in Hell. She has black eyes and sharp teeth. She is the owner of her emporium, after Franklin got eaten by demons.
As a human, Rosie looked similar to Mary Poppins: black hair, white skin, elegant dresses and an umbrella in her hands. She owned an emporium on Earth. Alastor used to sing with her and help her out like a gentleman. However, this was before he became insane. Rosie went to Hell after forcing her employees to work long hours with hardly any breaks (It was during a time where people worked their lives away). Like in Hell, she was self-centered and didn’t hesitate to overpower others to fulfill her ends. Hence, she became an overlord due to the impact of her evil actions.
According to Vivziepop, their relationship is similar to Jack and Mary’s relationship from Mary Poppins: both Jack and Alastor help out their lady friends and are polite to them. Like Mary, Rosie is stern, sophisticated, elegant, and a perfectionist. She’s “practically perfect in every way” at least in her opinion. Both Rosie and Alastor love singing, dancing, performing, and killing people. The three of them met up with Mimzy and all sang together.
Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Rosie in his lair.
However, Rosie, like nearly everyone in Hell, has an agenda of her own: using Alastor to further her status. In fact, she often views those around her as mere friends and servants who purpose is to make her life easy and orderly. She, along with Vox, Valentino, Katie, and Sir Pentious are listed as antagonists.
Niffty: A small cyclops demon with a hot pink skirt and short pink hair with a yellow undertone. She is the maid for the Hazbin Hotel: she cleans the rooms, cooks meals and likes to sew, read and write. She is obsessed with men and was summoned by Alastor. She died in the 1950s as a Japanese-American woman at age 22. She is hyperactive and fast…and also a hopeless romantic who indulges in her own fantasies. Niffty isn’t afraid to use manipulation to get her way. Alastor summoned her from the fireplace but before that, he had charmed her into making a deal with him shortly after she arrived in Hell.
Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Niffty in his lair.
Husk: A black and white cat demon with red wings with card suits on them. He has long red eyebrows, wears a black hat and wears a large red bow tie. Husk loves drinking, gambling, cards and magic shows. As a human, Husk interacted with Alastor as a broad man with short black hair. He went off to serve in the Vietnam War, gambling and drinking his problems away. He died in the 1970s.
In Hell, Alastor summons the grumpy bad-mouthed Husk to help man the front desk of the hotel for “charity work” and transports him there. Alastor got Husk to make a deal with him by promising him booze, cigars, and drinks spiked with catnip. Husk can speak many languages and is good with children.
Alastor keeps a voodoo doll of Husk in his lair.
Other people:
Real life Axeman of New Orleans serial killer 1918-1919
Killed women and primarily used an axe. Spared those who played jazz in their homes
Albert Fish: serial killer, child rapist and cannibal 1924-1932 crimes, died in 1936
Mary LaLaurie (ancestor)
Samuel Cajun = Abigail Cajun Roscoe Duvalier =Antoinette Duvalier
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Adelle | Louis = Loretta | Queen | Joseph = Jane
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Alastor Dr. Facilier Eddy Ory | Clementine
Alastor "Hazbin" Roscoe Cajun/Duvalier born January 24th, 1896 (Edward Bosco's b day Jan 24th 1986) to Francois and Loretta Cajun, born at 3:00AM; Loretta gave birth in the woods on the way to the hospital (born 3 weeks early). Light brown skin, brown eyes, round glasses, short brown hair with reddish tint, pointed chin, thin agile body
1897: Age 1 Things start off normal in New Orleans, infant Alastor plays in his crib and loves the music on the radio.
1898: Age 2 Alastor meets his uncle and aunt and discovers the marvelous outside world
1899: Age 3 Alastor watches musicals on the picture show and falls in love with them. His mother makes him Jambalaya, his favorite food of comfort
1900: Age 4 Reading and preschool, Sunday church goings which Alastor finds boring
1901: Age 5 Kindergarten: Alastor is teased for his freckles and whenever his hair glows a reddish tint in the sunlight
1902: Age 6 First grade: Alastor learns reading, writing, math, and art. He hates gym and loves music and art.
1903: Age 7 Second grade: Alastor's parents get into a fight for the first time in a while; Alastor is sent to his room whenever it happens. After he comes back upset, both his parents say that frowning is weakness. Loretta says "Remember to smile, Alastor, it shows dominance and confidence. You're never fully dressed without one." He takes that lesson to heart for the rest of his life.
Vision 1: Alastor dreams he is a young red deer who performs onstage and receives a standing ovation, representing childhood innocence.
1904: Age 8 Third grade: Alastor discovers his love of theater. He finds joy in attending and watching Mardi Gras parades and the costumes. He says 'Throw me something, mista!" during the parade but the other kids got to get the prizes thrown from the parade instead.
1905: Age 9 Fourth grade: A group of boys start to bully him and even punch him badly. Alastor smiles through it all. He tells his father and mother. While his mother comforts him, his father scolds him for not fighting back.
1906: Age 10 Fifth grade: Alastor gets his brutal revenge by daring the boys to enter into a nearby swamp. One of the bullies gets eaten by a crocodile while Alastor just watches. Alastor gets nicknamed by his father and bullies as "Alastor Hazbin."
1907: Age 11 Sixth grade: Alastor goes hunting with his father and his father shows him how to hunt and skin deer and other game. He becomes skilled over time and loves the meat. He also learns how to cook from his mother...Jambalaya being his favorite to make.
1908: Age 12 Seventh grade: Alastor gets slapped by his father for not participating in sports. Other kids make fun of him for being of mixed race. Loretta begins teaching him about Voodoo and Hoodoo. Alastor connects with Kalfu the deity and learns of his heritage as part French and part Creole. His grandmother was a powerful priestess and was believed to orally pass on stories and display feats of magic. His Grandmother was born in Haiti, moved to France and then to the U.S. His Uncle, Father, and Grandfather were Canadian/French Christians. His aunt was conflict avoidant, unlike his uncle and father. Loretta tells him (though he soon doesn't listen) that Voodoo is not to be used for evil, sacrifices, nor cannibalism and to only resort to cannibalism for survival.
1909: Age 13 Eighth grade: Alastor's father yells at him for not showing interest in girls. One fateful night, his father sleeps with another woman and Alastor notices. A helpless Loretta watches as Francois whips, humiliates and molests him in his room, warning him not to tell or "he'd kill (them) both." Loretta comforts him with hugs and Jambalaya. As he eats, Alastor imagines eating off his father's fingers.
Alastor is diagnosed with anxiety, narcissism and psychopathic tendencies. He is bullied in middle school and is not interested in sex and girls like the other boys. He finds it gross and pointless.
Loretta's Jambalaya nearly kills her when a drunk Loretta (too much Scottish Comfort) puts gunpowder and wasabi into it. Alastor's father makes him memorize Bible passages.
1910: Age 14 Ninth grade: Many girls both in school and outside fall in love, but Alastor isn't interested. A Satanic Ritual book appears after it was dropped by accident by imps. He looks through it with great interest and makes a deal with dark Loas: gain near unlimited power in the afterlife in exchange for his soul and the soul of a loved one.
1911: Age 15 Tenth grade: High school was a nightmare. The bullying was worse and Alastor became more and more withdrawn. During this time, Alastor becomes interested in being a radio host and also reads books on weapons and cannibalism.
Vision 2: Alastor dreams he is a red buck, who runs from hunters representing the elite white people. He evades a crocodile, resembling his father and his mother appears as the Voodoo goddess of beauty and motherhood.
1912: Age 16 Eleventh grade: Alastor applies to be an apprentice for a local radio station several times, but doesn't get in. His father and uncle berate him everyday and his mother is busy at secretary work, and Voodoo rituals every month.
1913: Age 17 Grade 12 Alastor graduates and applies again. He starts at the bottom, but rapidly moves his way up. He starts by telling dad jokes, then wants to talk about murder and crimes "far more interesting than the weather and social events."
1914: Age 18 After experiencing harsh critiques from mainstream stations, Alastor is fired. However, he soon decides to pursue his goals on his own. His makes radios from scratch and starts his own shows, with a few private listeners at first.
World War One begins! Alastor uses this opportunity to broadcast on a private station news of deaths in the war in graphic detail. More people start listening and his soon starts making money. Alastor makes his first kill when a man assaulted him and beat him up for him being "Black and outspoken." He was able to get away and he wondered what it'd be like to do it again on the ignorant folks.
1915: Age 19 Alastor promotes war efforts through announcements and songs, including his ending song "You're Never Fully Dressed." However, he still describes brutal murders for the sinister folks.
1916: Age 20 Alastor meets Husk and Mimzy at a jazz bar and club for the first time. He dances and sings with Mimzy, loving her confidence and sexy looks. (Though he doesn't like to be touched by anyone other than his mother, due to fatherly past trauma).
1917: Age 21 Alastor meets Racheil (alternate form of Charlie) and they become fast friends. He learns of the Axeman, a fellow serial killer and learns to be careful.
1918: Age 22
Spanish Flu Pandemic occurs!
Sadly, Alastor's mother becomes gravely ill and passes away. Alastor smiles even as he cries. Alastor's father doesn't seem to care. Alastor gets raped again and his father abandons him. Alastor's mother goes to Heaven and Alastor, not knowing what else to do, eats her remains.
1919: Age 23 Alastor becomes depressed (and even suicidal for a while). He doesn't eat much.
Alastor eventually snaps and begins his life as a serial killer. After his mother’s death, Alastor lost his remaining traits of humanity…succumbing to his demonic nature. At that point, he didn’t care who he ate and/or killed…it was the last think he could do to keep himself sane along with drinking liquor, coffee, sewing voodoo dolls, and broadcasting the murders by himself.
1920: Age 24
Roaring Twenties and Jazz Age. Alastor becomes known (though no one suspected it was him) by several names "Bayou Butcher," "Deer Devil" "Louisiana Lunatic" among others. Alastor revels in his fame and becomes richer and more materialistic. He buys himself suits, and a cane with deer antlers on it. One of his disturbing hobbies was using his gentleman charm to lure women into his home where he would lie them in the basement and kill them while broadcasting their screams.
Alastor plays in a jazz band and enjoys watching musicians play while smoking and drinking liquor. He often cries in private and makes straw dolls. He drinks dark coffee every morning.
1921: Age 25 Mimzy falls in love with Alastor and touches him inappropriately. He threatens her with a knife and she discovers he's the serial killer. She rushes to call for help but Alastor takes her into an alleyway and stabs and chokes her to death. Feeling slight remorse, he takes her home for his meal.
1922: Age 26 Racheil breaks up with him after being concerned about his sanity. Worried he might be caught, Alastor lays low for a while before starting up again. After Alastor's father comes back, he decides to get his revenge. He ties him to a tree and tortures him during the night. The predator becomes the prey. Alastor tracks him down to a local bar. (Although he usually doesn’t stalk or chase his victims as it breaks his moral code, but his dad is an exception. Also following others/sneaking toward them are often required to kill others.) His father had been secretly afraid that Alastor would be stronger and would want to kill him, thus proving his son more dominant than himself. He had weapons ready, but Alastor had set up several traps in advance. Though Alastor was physically weaker than his father, he was very clever. He had packed a backpack of all his weapons, rope and essential tools. His father says “You and your heathen mother deserve to die” only for Alastor to respond, “Nobody talks about my mama that way.” Seeing his father knocked out, Alastor raises his knife to kill him but stops. That would merely be too easy. He supports him by the shoulders, pretending to be concerned for him as onlookers watched in shock, “It’s okay sir, you just fainted from the heat. Let’s go for a walk in the woods.” He takes him deep in the forest and chuckles darkly.
Alastor knocks him out and ties him to a tree in a forest, waiting until he wakes up. He starts (smiling the whole time) by slicing off his father’s dick among his father’s cussing (“when you screwed me once”), inserting a hot knife inside his father’s privates (“when you screwed me again”) then slicing off his ears (“this is for all the times when you wouldn’t listen to me”), shoving his own severed penis down his throat (“When you shoved your macho beliefs down my throat”) he whips him, then slowly cuts deep down his chest with a chainsaw, organs revealed (“this is for mama”) and finally shots him in the heart (“and this is for me, you heartless bastard.”) He eats his father’s flesh over jambalaya and it’s the best meal he’s ever had.
1923: Age 27 He kills his victims in various ways: some hanging from trees with their organs spilled out, some buttered and eaten, others buried alive, some people shot and stabbed when he doesn’t feel like dragging it out. He’ll often poison other’s food/drinks and watch their reactions with a grin on his face. He enjoys tricking others into corners/tight spots so he doesn’t have to run after them. He’s found of pranks, especially deadly ones done on others. He saves brutal killings for racist men and women and those who think ill of him and his show. He becomes known as the “Deer Devil Dealer of New Orleans.” He only started killing people and animals at random after his mother died and he lost his mind.
1924: Age 28
Vision 3: : He has nightmares about a demonic skeletal deer covered with maggots and sores with chunks of meat over bone and one eye hanging loose running after him. He finds himself in a dark snowy forest, a fierce biting wind. After it seemed like he had been defeated by the monster, Alastor looks into a puddle and sees another, far worse monster, a demonic wendigo reflection staring back at him…Alastor sees a horned face and malnourished skeletal body, ripped red pinstriped dress coat, four clawed hands, red and black hair and red eyes, sharp teeth, large black antlers…the wendigo form resembling his current demonic form in Hell. After killing the alligator representing his father, the wendigo Alastor look-alike shadow appears and says “This is who you really are,” before Alastor wakes up.
1925: Age 29
1926: Age 30
1927: Age 31
1928: Age 32
1929: Age 33 Alastor enjoys the Stock Market Crash and uses the opportunity to enjoy watching orphans suffer. It helps remind him that he's far better off than many, besides the fact that kids were annoying to him. Alastor makes an
"Axeman letter:"
"Hell, 1929 Stock Market Crash
Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans: The Deer Devil/Bayous Butcher/Louisiana Lunatic/Hazbin of Hell
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the sound waves that surround your earth. I am not a human being, but a demon and overlord from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call the Deer Devil. Down here, I’m the inevitable Radio Demon.
When I see fit, I shall appear and claim other victims as I see fit. I alone know whom they shall be. No clues will be left behind, save for what you might hear on the next broadcast.
Tell the police and the racist, elite scum of the world to beware. Let them try not to discover who I am, for it’d be better for them not to have been born than to incur the wrath of the Deer Devil. You’ll have a deer in the headlights look and won’t have any idea what hit you until after it’s too late.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a monster and murderer. But if I wanted to hurt anyone else here, I would have done so already. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. I could kill every one of your best and worst citizens, for I am in a close relationship with the Shadows of the Other Side.
At 6:06 pm next Friday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans and then visit those in Hell. I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, electro swing, and jambalaya. I swear by all the Loas and deities that I will spare those who can provide me with some great entertainment when I visit. Word of warning, I can read you people like a book, and see into your very souls. Anyone foolish enough to challenge me will have their corpses consumed and their screams muffled by the lovely sound of jazz bands jamming the night away.
I have been, am, and will be, the worst spirit that ever existed in fact, fantasy, or realm of Hazbins.
Smile and stay tuned!
~Deer Devil (Alastor)"
1930: Age 34
Great Depression occurs!
The event hits Alastor and many others hard...he runs low on food so he eats others and hunts more and more to survive. Now Alastor kills at random instead of focusing on the racist mean people.
1931: Age 35
1932: Age 36
1933: Age 37
Alastor's Death
The police eventually track Alastor down with the help of Racheil and Chasseur, a fellow deer hunter whose daughter had been killed by Alastor. Not too long before the police discover where he is, Alastor gets bitten by a rabies infested dog. For the next several hours, Alastor experiences hallucinations, paranoia, brain inflammation and a fear of water. In water, all he sees is leeches and alligators. In his hallucinations, he is being watched by a wendigo. The police chase Alastor though the dark woods, police dogs hot on the trail. A local deer hunter, Hustle, joins in on the chase. Alastor navigates the woods, trying to find a place to hide. The hunter accidentally shoots him in the back as he ran, thinking Alastor was a deer.
Alastor experiences extreme agony when the deer hunter spots him, pointing a rifle at him. The hunter announces his location to the police. Seeing no other way out other than pain and imprisonment, Alastor takes the gun from the hunter and shoots himself between his eyes. The police dogs maul his dead body and the hunter sinks to his knees in shock and terror. Strangely enough, Alastor dies with a creepy smile on his face, the mark of Kalfu appearing behind his cold neck, unnoticed by anyone.
1933: After death: Alastor's old body falls away as the deal with the Loas takes fruit. The shadows give him his immense powers in the shadow world and he transforms into his demon form in Hell. He gets his microphone staff, which enables him to broadcast his murders and victories. He is known as the Radio Demon. He conquers several areas of Hell, eventually getting the attention of the overlords who know to stay wary of him.
Alastor befriends Mimzy and overlord Rosie and they sing, dance, talk and murder other demons for fun. Alastor treats them both with respect and knows not to piss off Rosie as she's stern, violent, and "practically perfect in every way."
Every year when the Exterminators appear, Alastor broadcasts the chaos during the 24 hour period, and will go out and kill the angels too.
1950s: Alastor makes a deal with Niffty who becomes obsessed with him and men. She becomes his servant/slave/associate and cooks and cleans for him.
1970s: Alastor makes a deal with Husk and Husk becomes his servant/slave/associate after Alastor promised him a better life with money and booze and the promise of " finding love."
2019: Alastor sees Charlie on TV and decides to help her with the hotel (for his own enjoyment, of course.) He dances and befriends Charlie, forming plans to use her to dig deeper into the royal family and eventually take the throne and rule Hell. He hopes that with a shadow army and more possessed members, he can invade Hell, Heaven and even Earth to spread his chaos. He defeats Sir Pentious and changes the name to Hazbin Hotel, his formerly mocking nickname he embraced.
Future: Alastor helps Charlie and the others protect the hotel from Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino, Velvet and other villains.
Other non canon versions of Alastor:
Stalaros (commonly known as 2p Alastor). Alastor with opposite colors and personality: he wears white and blue and cries a lot. He is one of the clients at the Haven Hotel run by Caoline Egnam, Heaven's princess. Stalaros is gay and horny like Angel Dust.
Lavender/Purple Alastor: Peaceful and confident, an OC made by fans.
Radiodust Alastor: An Alastor that loves Angel Dust. Popular with fans.
Charlastor Alastor: An Alastor that loves Charlie romantically. Popular with fans.
Redeemed Alastor: Appears as a man with a deer head and human-like traits in Heaven. In this universe, he reunites with his mother.
FHE Alastor: Alastor in his truly evil form: he takes over all of Hell and possesses the demons. His shadow can turn into a monster wendigo. This Alastor has a hole between his eyes from a bullet wound, and antlers stained with blood.
Chapter 1: “Down in New Orleans”
Alastor’s mother gives birth to him at 3:00am. It was an early birth and she almost died in the process. He was also born premature (3 weeks early) via C-section. Everything else starts off perfectly normal, with baby and kid Alastor loving his parents and enjoying music at every turn. During this time, Alastor is oblivious to discrimination.
Both his father and mother tell him “you’re never fully dressed without a smile,” a message that would impact him for the rest of his life. “Frowning shows weakness,” according to his father and his mother says that “be happy and people will like you more.”
One of his favorite memories was listening to music on the radio in the car with his parents.
Family members and friends say “Mais cher!” (Glad to see you).
Alastor and his mother carry gris-gris amulets for good luck.
Chapter 2: “Theatrical Geek”
1900: age 5
Alastor discovers his love of theater at school and his mother’s jambalaya. He discovers his intense love of cooking and learns how to make jambalaya and other Creole foods. He brags that his mother’s cooking is the best and hopes that he can do an even better job. The elementary school kids pick on him for being awkward, bi racial, thin looking and a nerd. (The bullying gets worse when he goes into middle and high school, when he doesn’t display an interest in girls.) His dad slaps him for the first time for not getting into sports and bringing mud from his shoes into the house.
Francois: “You can’t kick a ball, you do bad at school, I bet you couldn’t even lift up an axe with those puny muscles.”
When Alastor’s father watches football in person, he yells “Who tat!” after the team scores, while a young Alastor is bored.
Alastor says “I hate noodle juice!” after trying tea.
Alastor is considered black based on the one drop rule. Alastor has light brown skin but not as dark as his mother’s nor pale white like his father’s.
Alastor’s favorite classes are music, theater, and French. (he never was much of a math person).
Alastor and several kids go into a swamp on a dare. Alastor’s dad told him to “beware the gators.” They got separated and one of the kids got eaten by one. The other kid screamed but Alastor, though shocked at first, just watched in fascination. “So that’s what happens when people are eaten, they scream and flail, and a whole bunch of blood squirts everywhere. How painful would it be to have those teeth tear through your flesh and fell yourself getting swallowed…glad that’s not me.” It was akin to him watching an animal documentary on an old TV.
Dream 1: Alastor frequently dreams he is an innocent carefree light red young deer who dresses in extravagant costumes and sings while everyone cheers him on. They call him “The Radio Deerman.”
Dream 2: Alastor evades an alligator who represents his dad, but soon gets eaten and wakes up.
Chapter 3: “Deer Hunting and Mardi Gras”
1903: age 8
Alastor’s father takes him deer hunting and teaches him how to skin a deer for venison and fur. The young boy is sacred at first, but soon finds the process fascinating.
Alastor gets beaten up by his drunken father, while his mother is too sacred to do anything.
Alastor is also introduced to Voodoo via his mother, and he finds the concept of animal sacrifices both horrifying and interesting. But his mother also tells him to not listen to the negative stereotypes placed on the Creole and to decide for himself what’s good or bad. His Christian father brushes it off as nonsense.
The family also celebrates Mardi Gras and goes to Antonnie’s Restaurant. At Mardi Gras, Alastor finds joy in singing, dancing, and the elaborate costumes and music…letting out his theatrical side. However, the other kids from school are mean to Alastor, not even letting him near the front of the Mardi Gras float. They yell “Throw me something, Mista!” and manage to catch beads, cups and fake gems, leaving Alastor catching nothing.
Alastor and his family frequently chant “laissez les bon temps rouler” (let the good times roll”
After being bullied and beaten by two mean brothers, Alastor sneaks into their yard and kills their dog using his gun. He is grounded for several weeks by his mother and made to read/memorize Bible passages by his father.
Chapter 4: “Freak Show”
1907: age 12
Alastor is diagnosed with anxiety, narcissism and psychopathic tendencies. He is bullied in middle school and is not interested in sex and girls like the other boys. He finds it gross and pointless.
Francois: “Why did I ever agree to raise such a sissy? That boy’s probably running off with other boys like a deranged faggot! I’ve told you before, Loretta, that he’s been influenced by the Devil from the start…”
Loretta: “Tell it to Sweeney! Bushwa! That be foolish nonsense! He’s our son, let ‘im live his life! You call ‘im a “pussy” but I bet he’d be more of a man than you, sometimes!”
Francois: (lands a bruise on her shoulder) “Don’t you forget who the head of this house is. My house, my rules to follow.”
Loretta: “You be drinkin’ too much again. I’m not gonna make life easy for you if you keep badmouthing about Alastor!”
Francois: “He’s not normal. He’s weak, antisocial, and a mixed creep. I don’t know how you put up with him.”
Loretta: “Despite his…quirks, I know he’s an independent, and amazing young man. Despite being busy, I’ve been blessed to watch Alastor grow up. Heh, he’s an even better cook than I am now.”
Francois: “No. There’s something wrong with him. You’ve been lecturing him about hoodoo and voodoo too much. He’s obsessed with the supernatural and Satanism. I don’t know why I was briefly curious about voodoo when I was a young adult.”
Loretta: “You wouldn’t have met me, otherwise. You say somethin’ wrong with ‘im? (points at his chest) Who might be da influence of that?”
Francois: “Lo, we have to put a stop to his erratic behavior. If religious training won’t work…”
Loretta: “…then just waitin’ and letting life take its course, will.”
Alastor has fun with his parents at a circus. A fortune teller reveals his Tarot cards to him: the Fool for his childhood (innocence and exploration) Hermit for his teenage years (isolation) Justice for his adulthood (adding to karma) and the Devil for his years past 30.
One traumatic day, Alastor’s father sleeps with other women behind his wife’s back, and Alastor witnesses the act, terrified. His father finds out and proceeds to kick him, to molest him and rape him from behind, penis shoved in and out of him, Alastor feeling helpless. The father even calls him a homosexual bitch and to “teach him a lesson.” After it’s too late, his mother runs in to comfort him after his father leaves.
It is at this point that Alastor wonders what it’d feel like to kill/eat a human being. Because of his father, he hates sex and being touched.
Chapter 5: “Deal with the Other Side”
1910: age 15
Alastor finds a Satanic ritual book that a group of imps called K.I.L.L. accidentally left behind. He makes a deal with some evil Loas: gain unlimited power in the afterlife at the cost of a loved one’s life and his own.
Unbeknownst to him, a wendigo shadow version of himself is conceived inside his head after he reads a spell, later manifesting itself as his darkest thoughts and primitive urges…furthering his decent into madness.
He practices using a gun, ax, and knife, quickly mastering them. He also creates voodoo dolls in secret.
Alastor kills his first human with a knife after a white man insults him for being Creole and of mixed race (part white from his European father, part Creole/African/Native American from his brown-skinned mother).
For the first time, Alastor feels powerful as well as shocked. He was worried that he would get caught. When he didn’t…he wondered what it’d be like to do it again.
Though Alastor’s mother let’s Alastor do what he wants, she also warns him to be careful with the dark Loas. Both his parents encourage Alastor to continue hunting and defending himself. (Though both aren’t aware of the murder).
Chapter 6: “Radio Host”
1911: age 16
Alastor starts his job as a radio host and DJ, earning more money to support his family. (Though his father still verbally insults him every day and his mother is often working.) He discovers dad jokes and electro swing, getting back into his love of theater and dance. He loved dark coffee and drank liquor at Mardi Gras, where he danced with Mimzy at a jazz club and met Racheil.
“Hello sheba!” Alastor and Husk think when they see Mimzy, a sexually desirable woman.
Mimzy is short and plump, with a feathered hat, large thighs, white skin and short white hair. Her dress is magenta and she wears a headband with a large magenta feather. She also wears a necklace with a round pink gem. She and Alastor share several kisses. Husk gets jealous and tries to flirt with Mimzy, to no avail.
Mimzy orders sinkers (doughnuts) every day “I’d like three sinkers, por favor!” she says.
Racheil, Husk, Mimzy and Alastor greet each other with “Mais cher!”
Husk drinks “giggle water” (liquor) and is “dissafied” (drunk)
Alastor calls Mimzy a “doll” and “dame” (both mean beautiful women
Chapter 7: “Radio Career”
1920: age 25
Alastor now has his own radio show and studio. Alastor meets Mimzy (owner of a jazz club) and they sing several duets at a jazz concert. Both his parents slightly suspect that he’s the Deer Devil serial killer but, of course, don’t say anything. He meets Husk as well (and later makes a deal with him in Hell). He also does dad jokes and sometimes performs in a band, much to the delight of Mimzy and Rachiel. Mimzy, Husk, and Racheil become his only three friends.
Dream 2: Alastor dreams he is a grown red buck, enjoying life but running from hunters, who represent the elite, and a demonic alligator, representing his father. His mother appears as an angelic Voodoo priestess with eagle wings creating Thunder.
Racheil asks Alastor to marry her, while Mimzy falls deeper in love with him. Alastor is affectionate with them, but doesn’t want to be tied down in marriage. Racheil orders a snowball (snowcone) and becomes suspicious of her lover/best friend.
Alastor refers to Mimzy (and sometimes Racheil) as “bearcats”: women with fiery streaks. Both Mimzy and Alastor are swanky (use their wealth/knowledge/skill to impress others) while performing.
Chapter 8: “Stock Market Crash”
1929: age 34
Hell, March 13, 1919 1929 Stock Market Crash
Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans: The Axeman The Deer Devil
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the sound waves that surround your earth. I am not a human being, but a demon and overlord from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call the Deer Devil. Down here, I’m the inevitable Radio Demon.
When I see fit, I shall appear and claim other victims as I see fit. I alone know whom they shall be. No clues will be left behind, save for what you might hear on the next broadcast.
Tell the police and the racist, elite scum of the world to beware. Let them try not to discover who I am, for it’d be better for them not to have been born than to incur the wrath of the Deer Devil. You’ll have a deer in the headlights look and won’t have any idea what hit you until after it’s too late.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a monster and murderer. But if I wanted to hurt anyone else here, I would have done so already. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. I could kill every one of your best and worst citizens, for I am in a close relationship with the Shadows of the Other Side.
At 6:06 pm next Friday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans and then visit those in Hell. I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, electro swing, and jambalaya. I swear by all the Loas and deities that I will spare those who can provide me with some great entertainment when I visit. Word of warning, I can read you people like a book, and see into your very souls. Anyone foolish enough to challenge me will have their corpses consumed and their screams muffled by the lovely sound of jazz bands jamming the night away.
I have been, am, and will be, the worst spirit that ever existed in fact, fantasy, or realm of Hazbins.
Smile and stay tuned!
~Deer Devil (Alastor)
Racheil breaks up with him after growing tired of Alastor being self-centered and hungry for money, and his indifference to the murders. She thought he could be a good person, but left and told him he had to redeem himself on his own. She calls him a “grifter” (con man) after discovering he sometimes made deals.
Husk remarks to others that Alastor got the “icy mitt” (meaning he got rejected.) He tries to flirt with Racheil but she claims she has to go. Fortunately, Alastor doesn’t hear him or pay attention.
At this point, Mimzy grows suspicious of Alastor and soon finds out that he’s the serial killer. He sees her and dances with her one last time. He describes how joyful it is to kill cruel racist people. Mimzy says she’s worried about him and reaches toward the old rotary phone on a counter. Thinking that she’d call the police, Alastor chokes and kills her in a frenzy before sadly holding her dead body.
Alastor was sad after her death but once in Hell (1933), he met up with her again at her jazz club, singing and dancing with her, even giving her a hug during the time of his conquests. He made deals with Niffty, Husk, Mimzy, and Rosie, with only Husk and Niffty being under his control to an extent.
Alastor becomes the most well-known radio show-host in New Orleans. He thrives in money and material things (good food, wine, radios, cigarettes, a new staff with a circular microphone and miniature antlers made from gold around it. and outfits) But no one else except his parents knows that he is the infamous “Deer Devil” serial killer. Now he enjoys seeing orphans and children in misery, reminding him that he was better off than many. He makes shady deals, announcements on various murders and tells dad jokes as electro swing music plays.
Alastor also eats pig meat, deer meat and human meat, along with jambalaya and a jorum of skee (hard liquor) that he stole from Husk. He announces the murders on the air in detail, all with a cheerful tone.
He kills his victims in various ways: some hanging from trees with their organs spilled out, some buttered and eaten, others buried alive, some people shot and stabbed when he doesn’t feel like dragging it out. He’ll often poison other’s food/drinks and watch their reactions with a grin on his face. He enjoys tricking others into corners/tight spots so he doesn’t have to run after them. He’s found of pranks, especially deadly ones done on others. He saves brutal killings for racist men and women and those who think ill of him and his show. He becomes known as the “Deer Devil Dealer of New Orleans.” He only started killing people and animals at random after his mother died and he lost his mind.
Both his parents eventually figure out that Alastor is a serial killer and practices Voodoo (though his mother knew about him doing Voodoo all along but was upset that he turned to the dark side). His father threatens to kill him or send him away to jail but his mother looks at him sadly, still loving him. “Go to Hell!” his father says, “…and may the Devil have no mercy on your already tainted soul.” Alastor is kicked out of the house by his father, but Alastor promises to visit his mother in secret.
Chapter 9: “A Great Depression”
1930: age 35
The event hits the family hard, and Alastor’s mother is out of a job. Only cans of food and the occasional game are enough to sustain them. Alastor kills and eats people, those who were racist, rich, or looked upon him in disgust. He then saw others as nothing more than prey to be played with.
His family is mocked by others as dewdroppers (lazy and unemployed)
Husk and Alastor part ways, both sharing their troubles (Husk going to the Vietnam War in the future, gambling and drinking his life away.)
Alastor’s father drinks alcohol, does drugs and sleeps with other women. When Alastor visits again, he gets whipped by his father and raped yet again for “being a pussy and not being a proper man.” Again, Alastor’s mother doesn’t do anything to stop him because she’s too scared.
Worse, yet, Alastor’s mother falls gravely ill due to the flu and stress and the family can’t afford medication to help her. (or more accurately, medications aren’t being offered to families of color/mixed race. Francois considers this God’s punishment on Loretta and Alastor for their occupations (ignoring his own sins).
Alastor’s mother gets badly beaten and shot in the stomach by her husband. The father is later arrested outside (due to a neighbor calling the police). Alastor cries in agony as his mother dies in front of him. He later says grace over dinner and eats her remains on top of jambalaya. He cries hard for the rest of the day, cuts himself, and doesn’t eat anything for days…spiraling into a great depression.
After his mother’s death, Alastor lost his remaining traits of humanity…succumbing to his demonic nature. At that point, he didn’t care who he ate and/or killed…it was the last think he could do to keep himself sane along with drinking liquor, coffee, sewing voodoo dolls, and broadcasting the murders by himself.
Dream 3: He has nightmares about a demonic skeletal deer covered with maggots and sores with chunks of meat over bone and one eye hanging loose running after him. He finds himself in a dark snowy forest, a fierce biting wind. After it seemed like he had been defeated by the monster, Alastor looks into a puddle and sees another, far worse monster, a demonic wendigo reflection staring back at him…Alastor sees a horned face and malnourished skeletal body, ripped red pinstriped dress coat, four clawed hands, red and black hair and red eyes, sharp teeth, large black antlers…the wendigo form resembling his current demonic form in Hell. After killing the alligator representing his father, the wendigo Alastor look-alike shadow appears and says “This is who you really are,” before Alastor wakes up.
Two days later, his father is set free with only a slap on the wrist. Alastor tracks him down to a local bar. (Although he usually doesn’t stalk or chase his victims as it breaks his moral code, but his dad is an exception. Also following others/sneaking toward them are often required to kill others.) His father had been secretly afraid that Alastor would be stronger and would want to kill him, thus proving his son more dominant than himself. He had weapons ready, but Alastor had set up several traps in advance. Though Alastor was physically weaker than his father, he was very clever. He had packed a backpack of all his weapons, rope and essential tools. His father says “You and your heathen mother deserve to die” only for Alastor to respond, “Nobody talks about my mama that way.” Seeing his father knocked out, Alastor raises his knife to kill him but stops. That would merely be too easy. He supports him by the shoulders, pretending to be concerned for him as onlookers watched in shock, “It’s okay sir, you just fainted from the heat. Let’s go for a walk in the woods.” He takes him deep in the forest and chuckles darkly.
Alastor knocks him out and ties him to a tree in a forest, waiting until he wakes up. He starts (smiling the whole time) by slicing off his father’s dick among his father’s cussing (“when you screwed me once”), inserting a hot knife inside his father’s privates (“when you screwed me again”) then slicing off his ears (“this is for all the times when you wouldn’t listen to me”), shoving his own severed penis down his throat (“When you shoved your macho beliefs down my throat”) he whips him, then slowly cuts deep down his chest with a chainsaw, organs revealed (“this is for mama”) and finally shots him in the heart (“and this is for me, you heartless bastard.”) He eats his father’s flesh over jambalaya and it’s the best meal he’s ever had.
Chapter 10: “Death by Dogs”
1933 age 38.
Alastor is eventually tracked down when he accidentally laughs too much when describing his father’s death on the radio.
Additionally, Racheil finds out about Alastor’s killings back at his house, as she walked with her new wife Agatha. Seeing stuffed deer around the house and Alastor holding a bloody knife, she knew at that moment he was the Deer Devil. She screams for help, alerting the neighbors who call the police. Agatha kicks Alastor in the groin, allowing her and Racheil to escape. Knowing that he had finally been discovered, Alastor fled.
Death:
Not too long before the police discover where he is, Alastor gets bitten by a rabies infested dog. For the next several hours, Alastor experiences hallucinations, paranoia, brain inflammation and a fear of water. In water, all he sees is leeches and alligators. In his hallucinations, he is being watched by a wendigo. The police chase Alastor though the dark woods, police dogs hot on the trail. A local deer hunter, Hustle, joins in on the chase. Alastor navigates the woods, trying to find a place to hide. The hunter accidently shoots him in the back as he ran, thinking Alastor was a deer.
Alastor experiences extreme agony when the deer hunter spots him, pointing a rifle at him. The hunter announces his location to the police. Seeing no other way out other than pain and imprisonment, Alastor takes the gun from the hunter and shoots himself between his eyes. The police dogs maul his dead body and the hunter sinks to his knees in shock and terror. Strangely enough, Alastor dies with a creepy smile on his face, the mark of Kalfu appearing behind his cold neck, unnoticed by anyone.
Alastor "Hazbin" Roscoe Cajun born January 24th, 1896 (Edward Bosco's b day Jan 24th 1986) to Francois and Loretta Cajun, born at 3:00AM; Loretta gave birth in the woods on the way to the hospital (born 3 weeks early). Light brown skin, brown eyes, round glasses, short brown hair with reddish tint, pointed chin, thin agile body
1897: Age 1 Things start off normal in New Orleans, infant Alastor plays in his crib and loves the music on the radio.
1898: Age 2 Alastor meets his uncle and aunt and discovers the marvelous outside world
1899: Age 3 Alastor watches musicals on the picture show and falls in love with them. His mother makes him Jambalaya, his favorite food of comfort
1900: Age 4 Reading and preschool, Sunday church goings which Alastor finds boring
1901: Age 5 Kindergarten: Alastor is teased for his freckles and whenever his hair glows a reddish tint in the sunlight
1902: Age 6 First grade: Alastor learns reading, writing, math, and art. He hates gym and loves music and art.
1903: Age 7 Second grade: Alastor's parents get into a fight for the first time in a while; Alastor is sent to his room whenever it happens. After he comes back upset, both his parents say that frowning is weakness. Loretta says "Remember to smile, Alastor, it shows dominance and confidence. You're never fully dressed without one." He takes that lesson to heart for the rest of his life.
Vision 1: Alastor dreams he is a young red deer who performs onstage and receives a standing ovation, representing childhood innocence.
1904: Age 8 Third grade: Alastor discovers his love of theater. He finds joy in attending and watching Mardi Gras parades and the costumes. He says 'Throw me something, mista!" during the parade but the other kids got to get the prizes thrown from the parade instead.
1905: Age 9 Fourth grade: A group of boys start to bully him and even punch him badly. Alastor smiles through it all. He tells his father and mother. While his mother comforts him, his father scolds him for not fighting back.
1906: Age 10 Fifth grade: Alastor gets his brutal revenge by daring the boys to enter into a nearby swamp. One of the bullies gets eaten by a crocodile while Alastor just watches. Alastor gets nicknamed by his father and bullies as "Alastor Hazbin."
1907: Age 11 Sixth grade: Alastor goes hunting with his father and his father shows him how to hunt and skin deer and other game. He becomes skilled over time and loves the meat. He also learns how to cook from his mother...Jambalaya being his favorite to make.
1908: Age 12 Seventh grade: Alastor gets slapped by his father for not participating in sports. Other kids make fun of him for being of mixed race. Loretta begins teaching him about Voodoo and Hoodoo. Alastor connects with Kalfu the deity and learns of his heritage as part French and part Creole. His grandmother was a powerful priestess and was believed to orally pass on stories and display feats of magic. His Grandmother was born in Haiti, moved to France and then to the U.S. His Uncle, Father, and Grandfather were Canadian/French Christians. His aunt was conflict avoidant, unlike his uncle and father. Loretta tells him (though he soon doesn't listen) that Voodoo is not to be used for evil, sacrifices, nor cannibalism and to only resort to cannibalism for survival.
1909: Age 13 Eighth grade: Alastor's father yells at him for not showing interest in girls. One fateful night, his father sleeps with another woman and Alastor notices. A helpless Loretta watches as Francois whips, humiliates and molests him in his room, warning him not to tell or "he'd kill (them) both." Loretta comforts him with hugs and Jambalaya. As he eats, Alastor imagines eating off his father's fingers.
Alastor is diagnosed with anxiety, narcissism and psychopathic tendencies. He is bullied in middle school and is not interested in sex and girls like the other boys. He finds it gross and pointless.
Loretta's Jambalaya nearly kills her when a drunk Loretta (too much Scottish Comfort) puts gunpowder and wasabi into it. Alastor's father makes him memorize Bible passages.
1910: Age 14 Ninth grade: Many girls both in school and outside fall in love, but Alastor isn't interested. A Satanic Ritual book appears after it was dropped by accident by imps. He looks through it with great interest and makes a deal with dark Loas: gain near unlimited power in the afterlife in exchange for his soul and the soul of a loved one.
1911: Age 15 Tenth grade: High school was a nightmare. The bullying was worse and Alastor became more and more withdrawn. During this time, Alastor becomes interested in being a radio host and also reads books on weapons and cannibalism.
Vision 2: Alastor dreams he is a red buck, who runs from hunters representing the elite white people. He evades a crocodile, resembling his father and his mother appears as the Voodoo goddess of beauty and motherhood.
1912: Age 16 Eleventh grade: Alastor applies to be an apprentice for a local radio station several times, but doesn't get in. His father and uncle berate him everyday and his mother is busy at secretary work, and Voodoo rituals every month.
1913: Age 17 Grade 12 Alastor graduates and applies again. He starts at the bottom, but rapidly moves his way up. He starts by telling dad jokes, then wants to talk about murder and crimes "far more interesting than the weather and social events."
1914: Age 18 After experiencing harsh critiques from mainstream stations, Alastor is fired. However, he soon decides to pursue his goals on his own. His makes radios from scratch and starts his own shows, with a few private listeners at first.
World War One begins! Alastor uses this opportunity to broadcast on a private station news of deaths in the war in graphic detail. More people start listening and his soon starts making money. Alastor makes his first kill when a man assaulted him and beat him up for him being "Black and outspoken." He was able to get away and he wondered what it'd be like to do it again on the ignorant folks.
1915: Age 19 Alastor promotes war efforts through announcements and songs, including his ending song "You're Never Fully Dressed." However, he still describes brutal murders for the sinister folks.
1916: Age 20 Alastor meets Husk and Mimzy at a jazz bar and club for the first time. He dances and sings with Mimzy, loving her confidence and sexy looks. (Though he doesn't like to be touched by anyone other than his mother, due to fatherly past trauma).
1917: Age 21 Alastor meets Racheil (alternate form of Charlie) and they become fast friends. He learns of the Axeman, a fellow serial killer and learns to be careful.
1918: Age 22
Spanish Flu Pandemic occurs!
Sadly, Alastor's mother becomes gravely ill and passes away. Alastor smiles even as he cries. Alastor's father doesn't seem to care. Alastor gets raped again and his father abandons him. Alastor's mother goes to Heaven and Alastor, not knowing what else to do, eats her remains.
1919: Age 23 Alastor becomes depressed (and even suicidal for a while). He doesn't eat much.
Alastor eventually snaps and begins his life as a serial killer. After his mother’s death, Alastor lost his remaining traits of humanity…succumbing to his demonic nature. At that point, he didn’t care who he ate and/or killed…it was the last think he could do to keep himself sane along with drinking liquor, coffee, sewing voodoo dolls, and broadcasting the murders by himself.
1920: Age 24
Roaring Twenties and Jazz Age. Alastor becomes known (though no one suspected it was him) by several names "Bayou Butcher," "Deer Devil" "Louisiana Lunatic" among others. Alastor revels in his fame and becomes richer and more materialistic. He buys himself suits, and a cane with deer antlers on it. One of his disturbing hobbies was using his gentleman charm to lure women into his home where he would lie them in the basement and kill them while broadcasting their screams.
Alastor plays in a jazz band and enjoys watching musicians play while smoking and drinking liquor. He often cries in private and makes straw dolls. He drinks dark coffee every morning.
1921: Age 25 Mimzy falls in love with Alastor and touches him inappropriately. He threatens her with a knife and she discovers he's the serial killer. She rushes to call for help but Alastor takes her into an alleyway and stabs and chokes her to death. Feeling slight remorse, he takes her home for his meal.
1922: Age 26 Racheil breaks up with him after being concerned about his sanity. Worried he might be caught, Alastor lays low for a while before starting up again. After Alastor's father comes back, he decides to get his revenge. He ties him to a tree and tortures him during the night. The predator becomes the prey. Alastor tracks him down to a local bar. (Although he usually doesn’t stalk or chase his victims as it breaks his moral code, but his dad is an exception. Also following others/sneaking toward them are often required to kill others.) His father had been secretly afraid that Alastor would be stronger and would want to kill him, thus proving his son more dominant than himself. He had weapons ready, but Alastor had set up several traps in advance. Though Alastor was physically weaker than his father, he was very clever. He had packed a backpack of all his weapons, rope and essential tools. His father says “You and your heathen mother deserve to die” only for Alastor to respond, “Nobody talks about my mama that way.” Seeing his father knocked out, Alastor raises his knife to kill him but stops. That would merely be too easy. He supports him by the shoulders, pretending to be concerned for him as onlookers watched in shock, “It’s okay sir, you just fainted from the heat. Let’s go for a walk in the woods.” He takes him deep in the forest and chuckles darkly.
Alastor knocks him out and ties him to a tree in a forest, waiting until he wakes up. He starts (smiling the whole time) by slicing off his father’s dick among his father’s cussing (“when you screwed me once”), inserting a hot knife inside his father’s privates (“when you screwed me again”) then slicing off his ears (“this is for all the times when you wouldn’t listen to me”), shoving his own severed penis down his throat (“When you shoved your macho beliefs down my throat”) he whips him, then slowly cuts deep down his chest with a chainsaw, organs revealed (“this is for mama”) and finally shots him in the heart (“and this is for me, you heartless bastard.”) He eats his father’s flesh over jambalaya and it’s the best meal he’s ever had.
1923: Age 27 He kills his victims in various ways: some hanging from trees with their organs spilled out, some buttered and eaten, others buried alive, some people shot and stabbed when he doesn’t feel like dragging it out. He’ll often poison other’s food/drinks and watch their reactions with a grin on his face. He enjoys tricking others into corners/tight spots so he doesn’t have to run after them. He’s found of pranks, especially deadly ones done on others. He saves brutal killings for racist men and women and those who think ill of him and his show. He becomes known as the “Deer Devil Dealer of New Orleans.” He only started killing people and animals at random after his mother died and he lost his mind.
1924: Age 28
Vision 3: : He has nightmares about a demonic skeletal deer covered with maggots and sores with chunks of meat over bone and one eye hanging loose running after him. He finds himself in a dark snowy forest, a fierce biting wind. After it seemed like he had been defeated by the monster, Alastor looks into a puddle and sees another, far worse monster, a demonic wendigo reflection staring back at him…Alastor sees a horned face and malnourished skeletal body, ripped red pinstriped dress coat, four clawed hands, red and black hair and red eyes, sharp teeth, large black antlers…the wendigo form resembling his current demonic form in Hell. After killing the alligator representing his father, the wendigo Alastor look-alike shadow appears and says “This is who you really are,” before Alastor wakes up.
1925: Age 29
1926: Age 30
1927: Age 31
1928: Age 32
1929: Age 33 Alastor enjoys the Stock Market Crash and uses the opportunity to enjoy watching orphans suffer. It helps remind him that he's far better off than many, besides the fact that kids were annoying to him. Alastor makes an
"Axeman letter:"
"Hell, 1929 Stock Market Crash
Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans: The Deer Devil/Bayous Butcher/Louisiana Lunatic/Hazbin of Hell
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the sound waves that surround your earth. I am not a human being, but a demon and overlord from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call the Deer Devil. Down here, I’m the inevitable Radio Demon.
When I see fit, I shall appear and claim other victims as I see fit. I alone know whom they shall be. No clues will be left behind, save for what you might hear on the next broadcast.
Tell the police and the racist, elite scum of the world to beware. Let them try not to discover who I am, for it’d be better for them not to have been born than to incur the wrath of the Deer Devil. You’ll have a deer in the headlights look and won’t have any idea what hit you until after it’s too late.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a monster and murderer. But if I wanted to hurt anyone else here, I would have done so already. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. I could kill every one of your best and worst citizens, for I am in a close relationship with the Shadows of the Other Side.
At 6:06 pm next Friday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans and then visit those in Hell. I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, electro swing, and jambalaya. I swear by all the Loas and deities that I will spare those who can provide me with some great entertainment when I visit. Word of warning, I can read you people like a book, and see into your very souls. Anyone foolish enough to challenge me will have their corpses consumed and their screams muffled by the lovely sound of jazz bands jamming the night away.
I have been, am, and will be, the worst spirit that ever existed in fact, fantasy, or realm of Hazbins.
Smile and stay tuned!
~Deer Devil (Alastor)"
1930:
Great Depression occurs!
The event hits Alastor and many others hard...he runs low on food so he eats others and hunts more and more to survive. Now Alastor kills at random instead of focusing on the racist mean people.
1931:
1932:
1933:
Alastor's Death
The police eventually track Alastor down with the help of Racheil and Chasseur, a fellow deer hunter whose daughter had been killed by Alastor. Not too long before the police discover where he is, Alastor gets bitten by a rabies infested dog. For the next several hours, Alastor experiences hallucinations, paranoia, brain inflammation and a fear of water. In water, all he sees is leeches and alligators. In his hallucinations, he is being watched by a wendigo. The police chase Alastor though the dark woods, police dogs hot on the trail. A local deer hunter, Hustle, joins in on the chase. Alastor navigates the woods, trying to find a place to hide. The hunter accidentally shoots him in the back as he ran, thinking Alastor was a deer.
Alastor experiences extreme agony when the deer hunter spots him, pointing a rifle at him. The hunter announces his location to the police. Seeing no other way out other than pain and imprisonment, Alastor takes the gun from the hunter and shoots himself between his eyes. The police dogs maul his dead body and the hunter sinks to his knees in shock and terror. Strangely enough, Alastor dies with a creepy smile on his face, the mark of Kalfu appearing behind his cold neck, unnoticed by anyone.
1933: After death: Alastor's old body falls away as the deal with the Loas takes fruit. The shadows give him his immense powers in the shadow world and he transforms into his demon form in Hell. He gets his microphone staff, which enables him to broadcast his murders and victories. He is known as the Radio Demon. He conquers several areas of Hell, eventually getting the attention of the overlords who know to stay wary of him.
Alastor befriends Mimzy and overlord Rosie and they sing, dance, talk and murder other demons for fun. Alastor treats them both with respect and knows not to piss off Rosie as she's stern, violent, and "practically perfect in every way."
1950s: Alastor makes a deal with Niffty who becomes obsessed with him and men. She becomes his servant/slave/associate and cooks and cleans for him.
1970s: Alastor makes a deal with Husk and Husk becomes his servant/slave/associate after Alastor promised him a better life with money and booze and the promise of " finding love."
2019: Alastor sees Charlie on TV and decides to help her with the hotel (for his own enjoyment, of course.) He dances and befriends Charlie, forming plans to use her to dig deeper into the royal family and eventually take the throne and rule Hell. He hopes that with a shadow army and more possessed members, he can invade Hell, Heaven and even Earth to spread his chaos.
Future: Alastor helps Charlie and the others protect the hotel from Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino, Velvet and other villains.
Hazbin Hotel and characters belong to Vivziepop, no copyright intended
List of references and artists who inspired this work
“A Beginning” by DrowningInFandoms208
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21713248/chapters/51792883
(44,737 word fanfiction that goes into detail on Alastor’s past, his hunter father, and his abusive behavior)
“Alastor’s Despair” by AwkwardKaminari
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22240174/chapters/53104108 (symptoms and Alastor’s diagnosis)
“Dressed” by Escarno
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21555379
(Alastor’s mother’s advice)
“He’s A Mama’s Boy” by Legally bi 20
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22568032 (French language and Alastor’s mothers’ similar appearance in Hell descriptions)
“It’s Never Enough” by SydneyArtstuff https://www.instagram.com/sydney_artstuff/ (final Mimzy scene)
“Life and Afterlife of the Radio Demon” by littledemon66
(Alastor human life tidbits and his powers in Hell)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23656960/chapters/56785624
“Making Jambalaya With Your Father” by MajorMasterD
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22949809 (mother dying and cannibalism)
“Momma’s Boy” by Dear Husker
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21782773/chapters/51976258
(Alastor’s father killing the mother and list of the years)
“One for the Devil Inside Me” by SordidJay
(Alastor’s mother as voodoo practitioner)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22918165/chapters/54781354
“Remembrance” by ornithia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21787732
(Alastor losing humanity after his mother’s death)
“Sewing” by another–athena
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800410
(Alastor’s love of sewing voodoo dolls of Hazbin characters. Ideas from this later used in an Alastor fic: “Hidden Hazbin Sins”)
“The Devil of New Orleans” by WritingAndSmiting
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23003890/chapters/55000696 (language, Alastor’s similar name that other’s call him, and a few cultural aspects)
“This is for all that you put me through, you piece of shit”
by VillanousBakugou13
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22874986?view_full_work=true
(Alastor getting raped by his father and then getting his revenge)
BlueRaven666 Alastor rabies death theory
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RE27sNOcDMk
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hide your face (so the world will never find you)
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade!
They’re the guests of honor tonight.
Fjord guesses that’s what’s supposed to happen when you’ve saved the world about half a dozen times and counting. It is a bit surreal though. Looking down at the sea of people crowding the Lavish Chateau and knowing they’re there for you, because of you.
He hasn’t joined the party yet, choosing instead to watch the revelry below from one of Jester’s childhood hiding places. He observes the masquerade through a simple face mask; a deep forest green, dappled with lighter greens, decorated with kelp and colorful sea glass, and held in place with a piece of the red cord he’s carried with him since his time on the Tide’s Breath. Jester had insisted that they all keep their masks and costumes a secret until the party, so Fjord makes a game out of searching the crowd for his friends.
Nott (Veth he has to remind himself. Not Nott anymore. Veth) er, Veth is easy enough to spot, leading Yeza around the buffet table. She’s wearing a pretty yellow dress, embroidered with delicate flowers. Her dark hair is braided into an elaborate updo, dark eyes sparkling with excitement above her broken porcelain mask.
He picks Caduceus out next, his firbolg form towering over most of the guests, but especially the white-haired gnome he’s conversing with. The beetle mask he’s wearing should be creepy as fuck, but his soft, floppy ears and long waterfall of hair soften the edges and make him look only mildly disconcerting.
Yasha would be hard to miss in a crowd, even without the large white wings that sprout from her shoulders. Her dress is midnight blue, embroidered with silver thread in patterns reminiscent of a lightning strike. Fjord thinks her white avian mask might be an eagle of some kind, but it’s hard to tell with her head ducked as it is, eyes on her dance partner.
Her dance partner being Beau. Beau, who Fjord wouldn’t recognize if he didn’t already know what her mask looked like. They’d gone shopping for masks together (Jester had pouted for hours when she found out), and he’d been the one to find the elaborate owl mask that looked a little too much like Professor Thaddeus. She’s dressed in a charcoal grey suit trimmed with blue. It has sleeves. Beauregard Lionett is willingly wearing sleeves and dancing and isn’t trying to start a brawl with the goliath from Vox Machina. He’s so proud he could cry.
It takes him a while to find Caleb. He’s sequestered himself in a dark corner (another one of Jester’s favored hiding spots), like Fjord, keeping himself separate from all of the attention and praise that none of them are quite sure they deserve. His cat mask is pushed up so he can better focus on his conversation partner. Essek, Fjord realizes with no small amount of shock. They’d invited him of course, at a banquet in Rosohna celebrating the end of the war, but none of them had expected him to actually show, Caleb especially.
Fjord searches the room for Jester fruitlessly. She isn’t by the stage, where a family of gnomes called the Shorthalt Seven play song after song. She isn’t sitting down with Allura Vysoren and her wife, Kima, who have abandoned their masks (a golden swan and a silver dragon, respectively) in favor of wine and ale. Nor is she at her mother’s side as Marion flirts with both Lord and Lady de Rolo. The Lady’s bronze dragon mask does little to muffle her laughter as her husband flushes a brilliant crimson behind a raven. She isn’t pestering Taryon Darrington, who is wearing a garish mask that can only be his construct, Doty. (the construct is wearing a mask, too. A truly horrifying thing that Fjord can only guess is supposed to be a likeness of Taryon.) In all of the music, laughter, dancing, drinking, mischief, and general chaos of the evening, Jester is nowhere to be found.
“Looking for someone?”
Fjord nearly cracks his head on a low beam jumping at the soft voice beside him. He’s halfway to summoning the Star Razor before he thinks that it might not be the best idea to run a random party guest through with a sword. He does spin towards the voice, and comes face to face with Keyleth of the Air Ashari and Vox Machina. The Voice of the Tempest. The powerful as fuck archdruid that could level the Chateau if she really wanted to.
Her rabbit mask is pushed up between her antlers, so he can see her wince and blush. “Sorry,” she says. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He waves off her apologies. “It’s fine, really,” he says, taking a breath and willing his heart to stop racing. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up here, that’s all.”
Keyleth nods, her mask slipping a little with the movement. “I get it,” she says. “Don’t get me wrong, I love getting dressed up, and the free drinks are always a plus, but the whole socializing part of events like these have never been my forte.”
“It’s not the socializing I mind,” he says, searching for the right words. “It’s being the center of attention that bothers me, I suppose. Especially when-”
“You feel like you don’t deserve any of it, and you’re terrified that everyone will realize all at once how much of a fuck-up you truly are and throw you out on your ass?” Keyleth finishes, giving him a wry grin.
Fjord laughs. “Um, yes. To all of that.”
“Unfortunately, that feeling never really goes away,” she says, shrugging. “Sorry.” She’s quiet for a moment. “Having friends helps,” she says eventually. “Getting to see the positive impact of something that you did? That helps, too.”
“Thank you,” he says. “I think it also helps knowing that you aren’t alone in what you’re feeling.”
Keyleth grins. “Don’t mention it. Now, did you need help finding someone?” Her fingertips spark with magic as she wiggles them at him. “I probably have a spell that can help.”
Fjord shakes his head. “Thank you, but sometimes it’s just nice to sit back and watch the crowd.”
She likely sees through the lie, but she doesn’t push it. “Okay,” she says awkwardly. “Well, I should probably get back before my friends send a search party after me. They can get kind of paranoid sometimes.”
He nods. “It was nice talking with you, Miss Keyleth.”
He’s turning back to search for Jester when Keyleth calls his name. He turns back to her, about halfway down the stairs, an unreadable expression on her face. “Yes?”
“One last piece of advice?” He nods. She takes a deep breath. “Don’t wait until it’s too late to tell someone how you really feel about them. It works out for some,” she adds, eyes darting to Lord and Lady de Rolo, now dancing close, lost to everyone else but each other. “But, the more time you get with someone you love, the better.”
He swallows past the lump in his throat. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
What he doesn’t say is that he was already almost too late. They’d lost Jester during one of their recent battles. She’d gone down and Caduceus was too far away, too focused on keeping Caleb and Beau alive. Fjord and Yasha’s meager healing abilities hadn’t been enough, and, for twelve agonizing hours, Jester was lost to them. Cad was able to bring her back with Beau and Nott’s help. Fjord’s too. He’ll be damned if he can remember everything he said, but he knows he’d whispered his love to her, for only her to hear.
Keyleth is long gone when Jester’s voice interrupts his thoughts. “Fjo-ord, where are you? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. The party got too stuffy, so I went to my momma’s balcony for some fresh-”
He chuckles as her message cuts off. “Message received, loud and clear. Stay where you are, Jessie, I’ll be right up.”
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Fjord finds Jester right where she said she’d be; in her mother’s room, out on the balcony, staring up at the night sky, the ocean breeze gently ruffling her hair. He stops to examine the mask that she’s left on the table before going out to join her. It’s a full face mask, styled after old theatre masks. One side laughing, one side crying; comedy and tragedy in one. The laughing side is a deep emerald green, the crying a jewel-bright pink, all accented with gold.
As he sets the mask aside and moves to join her on the balcony, he sees that the colors perfectly match her dress. The sleeveless bodice is patterned with harlequin diamonds, green, pink, and gold. Her skirt flares out, layer upon layer of emerald green tulle. She looks like a princess, and Fjord, in his simple mask and pirate costume, feels every inch a pauper.
The moment he sets foot on the balcony, she turns to him, and the smile she gives him wipes away any momentary insecurities.
“There you are, Fjord,” she teases. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”
He grins, moves to lean against the railing. “Please accept my deepest apologies,” he says. “How ever can I make up for such a grievous error?”
Jester giggles. “Wellll, for starters, as cool as it is, you can take your mask off. This balcony has officially been declared a “no mask zone”.”
“Is that so?” he asks, smirking when she nods seriously. “I suppose I should comply, then. I wouldn’t want to break official rules.”
He unties his mask and hands it to Jester, watching as she runs her fingers over the sea glass. “This is really cool, Fjord,” she says, rubbing her thumb across a piece of kelp.
He blushes a bit, ducking his head. “Thanks, Jes. Yours is...gorgeous,” he says. “The wh-whole ensemble, really. I mean, gods, Jester, there’s rarely a day you don’t take my breath away, but tonight...gods, tonight...”
Her eyes are wide when he finally dares to look up at her, mouth hanging open just a little, a purple flush coloring her cheeks and chest. “Fjord...” She laughs a little, breathless. “Fjord, I...”
She’s speechless, searching for words, but she isn’t panicking. There are tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes, but she’s smiling, and not the sad, pitying kind of smile she’d given Freddie de Rolo when he’d tried to kiss her, and she had to turn him down. He steps a little closer, gives her time to retreat if she wants. She doesn’t move.
He reaches up to stroke her cheek, and she leans into his touch, eyelashes fluttering. “We never did have that talk about the day you died,” he says softly. “Or about the day we brought you back.”
“No, we didn’t,” she says. She bites her lip. “What...what did you want to talk about?”
He has to close his eyes, can’t watch her face as he says what he’s about to say. “I don’t know what I would have done if we hadn’t been able to bring you back, Jester.” His head drops until his forehead meets hers. “Losing you would have destroyed all of us, certainly, but you can ask anyone, Jester. I was useless. It was only twelve hours, but it felt like a lifetime.”
She lets out a shaky breath that he can feel wash across his cheek. “And all of that stuff you said during the ritual?”
He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes. “I meant every word.”
Tears are flowing freely down her face. “Even the part where...”
“Especially the part where,” he says. “I’m in love with you, Jester Lavorre, and it shouldn’t have taken you dying for me to admit it.”
Her answering smile knocks all the breath from his lungs. Or maybe that’s her jumping to kiss him, throwing him off balance with her enthusiasm. He ends up on his back on the floor, Jester sprawled on top of him, both of them laughing hysterically.
“Oh gosh, Fjord,” Jester manages between giggles. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jes, don’t you worry.” He pushes himself to sitting, giving her the chance to climb off of him. Instead, she settles more fully in his lap. “And you don’t ever have to apologize for trying to kiss me, alright?”
She grins, leaning in to kiss him. “Good,” she says. “Because I’m going to want to kiss you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. I’m talking an obscene amount of kissing here, Fjord.”
He laughs, winds an arm around her waist. “I think I can live with that, darlin’.”
She rests her forehead against his. “Will you say it again, Fjord?”
He kisses her again. “I love you, Jester.”
“I love you, too, Fjord.”
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Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss short story
(Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and the artwork used in this fic. All of these belong to their respective owners.)
All of the male overlords plus Stolas were currently in Reneé's house and apparently they were hungry.
"Well I'm starved! Who wants to eat?" Alastor asked to no one in particular, with a wide smile of course.
"As long as you're not the one cooking." Vox grumbled out to his rival.
"I could always cook something if you don't trust Alastor's cooking that much." Reneé said to Vox, but apparently that caught the attention of every demon in the house.
"Oh that sounds lovely darling~" Stolas being himself said it in a seductive tone.
"Hmm, just imagine this sweet little human wearing an apron and cooking us food. My my what a sight~" Valentino suggested while holding your shoulders.
"My what a sight indeed! But I think I might just eat you instead." Stolas then held your chin and purred(chirped?) into your ear.
Vox had enough and snatched you away from Stolas. "Enough of that birdbrain! Reneé offered it to ME, if anything I should be the one to see her cooking for ME and eat that dish."
The two flirty demons were about to argue but Lucifer beat them to it.
"While it is true that she suggested it to YOU, it does not mean that you are the only one to be able to eat what she prepared and see her in that state." He said calmly with his wide smile.
The two overlords and Goetial demon were quiet.
"Well then why don't you cook for all of us then dear?" Alastor suggested to you.
"That.. actually sounds like a good idea." Reneé replied with a small smile.
"Well then it's settled! You don't mind making some apple pie for me don't you?"
"While I wanted to make some Jambalaya, I do want to see what you would prepare for us."
"Anything you make will be alright, as long as Alastor doesn't do anything to it."
"I think we would like you instead~"
"We don't mind sharing~"
Cue the king of hell standing behind them with his wide smile looking sinister. Sensing the aura behind them, the two shut up instantly with sweat running down their faces.
"Okay, well then while I'm busy why don't you guys go sit and relax first?" Reneé insisted, ushering them out of the kitchen.
"And please don't wreck the living room just because I can't watch you guys." Reneé said with a pleading look.
"Oh I like it when you beg like that darling~"
"Keep that up and I might just gobble you right away~"
Vox was the one to stop them, "Ugh shut it you two, honestly why did I even try to tolerate you Val."
"Now now! We should accept the lady's wishes and give Reneé some space as she works. Come along now!" Alastor, being the gentleman as always, finally lead them away.
"Yes and the longer that we stay to chat, the longer it will take for our little human to prepare our meals." Lucifer says then looks at you.
"I am quite exhilarated to see what you will prepare for us, considering that I don't cook myself. Well then I shall take my leave, oh and do keep that last bit to yourself. It wouldn't be good that the others find out about my inability to create 'carnival food' now would it?" He then bows with his smile and all, making Reneé laugh a little at the gesture, winks at you and then leaves. Now Reneé was left to her own devices, and off she went to prepare a dish for every single one of them.
~ With the Overlords and Goetial demon ~
"So Vox, what was that about YOU being the one to see her in an apron and eat her cooking hmm?" Asked Stolas who, might I add, looked VERY smug.
"Ah yes I remember dear Voxie here saying something like that." Valentino pretends to ponder about it whilst holding his chin.
"If I didn't know better I'd say he has become quite fond of the human." Alastor also joined the teasing, as a way of riling up his rival of course.
"Tch well I could say the same to you guys! You all seem to have perked up when she suggested to cook for ME. I would say that you were all jealous~" Vox, even though angered from all the teasing, decided to retaliate.
"Jealous of what? You? If anything I would say that she pitied you in seeing how desperate you were to not eat my cooking." There goes Alastor riling up Vox again. At the same moment was when Lucifer finally showed up in the living room.
"Oh did I miss anything?" He said as he saw the two about to go for each others necks. "If I remember correctly Reneé said to not make a mess of her place right?"
"....yes" Was the only response(grumbles) the king got from the other demons.
"Well we best behave ourselves then if we don't want any trouble to happen at all!" Lucifer said happily but his intentions were clear. Put one toe out of line and you're in big trouble.
~ Timeskip ~
Reneé was finally done in preparing the dishes and she was about to call the demons when something hit her.
'It's quiet for once. I don't know if that's good or bad.' Furrowing her eyebrows and frowning from the thought, she decided to get it over with and call them to the dining room.
"Hey guys! I'm done with the- whoa what happened?" Reneé asked with wide eyes. Well this sight was new, every single one of them were behaving themselves and sitting quietly on your couch/floor.
"Ah already done dear?" Lucifer asks you.
"Oh umm yes, but what exactly happened here?" Reneè replied awkwardly, "I-if you don't mind me asking of course!" She hurriedly added afraid that she might offend them or something.
"Not at all! You see I just wanted to make sure that we do not make a mess of your home, isn't that right everyone?" Replied Lucifer happily, too happy actually.
"Yup" Vox.
"Yes we don't want to make you upset dear." Alastor.
"After all we won't be able to sleep together without a bedroom right?" Valentino
"I can't have my fun with you if we don't have any place to stay in darling~" Stolas
Well their replies definetely made her flustered but she was glad that they were alright. "Okay then, we should probably start or else the food will get cold. Let's go yeah?"
Reneé said with a close-eyed smile.
~ Timeskip ~
"I don't know about everyone else but I sure am full." Reneé said to them.
"Hmph, well you are only human so you can't eat as much as us demons." Vox replied to you, albeit a bit cockily.
"She is after all a lady, so it would make sense as to why she eats less than us." Ahh there goes Alastor defending her, but she had different views.
"I don't really think that's true Al, after all I helped myself to at least 2 plates brimming with food." Reneé said a bit embarassed. "Even my family said that I eat a lot." Chuckling to herself at the memory of her family teasing her about it.
"Setting that aside I think the sweet girl did a good job at making us this meal." Lucifer interjected to your conversation.
"Hmm yes she did do an amazing job of being the perfect little wife, now did you darling~?" Valentino complimented Reneé with a purr at the end.
"I wouldn't mind having you as a wife if it means I get the luxury of eating like this everytime I want, after all I only deserve the best." Stolas, of course being himself, responded to Reneé with his decadent persona.
"I wonder if I brought you to hell would you be able to create these fantastic dishes over there as well?" Pondered the king of hell.
"I don't think they would be quite excited to see a human in hell." Sweatdropping Reneé answered to Lucifer's idea.
"Oh that sounds like a marvelous idea! Reneé over here cooking magnificent dishes using hell's best ingredients! Why it might as well keep me entertained!" Now Alastor has joined at the idea of Reneé going to hell. Great.
"Yes only the best ingredients for the best results specially made for moi!" Aaand there goes Stolas.
"Umm, I don't think-"
"She might as well try some of the clothing I have back at hell." Val seriously you too?!
"You don't mind going to hell with us don't you little human? After all we have been visiting you for quite a while now, and you would have 4 overlords of hell and 1 Goetia demon as your guides." Well actually Vox did have a point.
"...." Reneé thought it over for a moment. And then she suddenly smiled and laughed. "Sure why not? After all I am quite curious as to what it looks like there, consider this as a trade for me showing you around here."
And so her day ends with the overlords being elated to knowing they would get to show Reneé around hell, and of course with more bickering from a certain deer and flat screen tv, more flirting from two other demons, resulting to the king of hell to do something so that Reneé doesn't get sued for noise complaint.
~ End ~
(Sorry if they all seem a bit ooc, also this was just based off on a dream that I had recently so it is a bit random.)
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel overlords#helluva stolas#hazbin alastor#hazbin lucifer#hazbin valentino#hazbin vox#x oc
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I made a very full very pretty vanilla Sims game with the whole Vox Machina crew ANNDDD
within an hour irl time :
- trinket got stuck in the pool
-Vax and Keyleth flirted awkwardly and made the whole room awkward (gosh I love them XD )
- Grog started lifting
- Scanlan hit on Pike
- and Percy read a book the whole time
#cant say it doesnt just Get them hahahaha the scanlan and pike thing made me laugh obnoxiously loud when i noticed#critical role#vox machina#sims 4#i spent hours making this house and now im terrified theyre gonna burn it down#8 is a lotta legs david#cough wait i mean 8 is a lot of sims#wow accidentally quoted love actually
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Carrying on from here because you lot are amazing and made me want to write more of this rather than studying. Oh no.
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Keyleth blushed as she pushed the second glass towards the human woman beside her at the bar. It had been a strange day, after a visit to Vex and Percy, to play with her nieces and nephews for a few hours she’d found herself wondering to Emon. It had been a long time since she’d visited the city, especially alone. It had been surprisingly nice to visit Gilmore, and Allura, and a few of Vox Machinas old haunts. Especially the pubs. That was probably how she’d ended up chatting to this handsome stranger.
“Try this. My friend Scanlan created them, he called them Cocktails-” she giggled, picking up her own glass: “I think he was just being rude.”
Beau laughed, scooping up the Elven woman's offering and raising the glass to meet hers. The strange drink was exactly the same shade of orange as the others dress: “It’ll be the first cock thats ever been in my mouth.”
The redhead had caught the monks eye the moment they’d wandered into the overpriced tavern, Fjord had been dispatched to book rooms whilst the rest made themselves comfortable in the corner, settling in for another night of attempting not to cause too much trouble. The Mighty Nien had caused more than enough trouble during the year and a half they’d been travelling together, earning themselves so much infamy that they’d been banned from half of their homes.
The gentlemans offer of a job that would take them far, far away had happened at just the right moment, (Fjord had been running out of good excuses to use when he needed to bail one of them out) and they’d soon found themselves wondering through new cities and towns, heading for Emon.
The group had been drinking and chattering for at least an hour before Beau had managed to excuse herself for long enough to say hello to the woman leaning on the bar. She’d caught her gaze enough times that her curiosity must have become obvious. Pretending she needed more ale, the Monk had darted across the room and re-appeared at the others elbow.
The Cocktails where the fourth drink the two of them had shared, Keyleth still giggling as she sipped at the sugary liquid: “What do you think?”
Beau had already drunk a third of the glass before she answered, grinning lasily at the other: “Tastes pretty good.”
“I taste better.” Kiki answered with a devious grin, unable to help but take the opportunity to try one of Vex’ahlias favourite flirting techniques. Her best friend had been trying to teach her how to flirt for months.
The humans cheeks turned the same colour as a tomato as she tripped over her words, unable to find an answer. The last thing Beau had expected was for this strange woman to be quite so beautiful, or able to make her blush. “Y-Yeah” She coughed, trying to hide her blush: “Really? But I don’t know your name, and princess doesn’t quite sum you up.”
“Kiki.” The elf replied, deciding not to announce herself by her full title (she wasn’t Percy) as she held out her hand, still smiling.
The other took it, surprised by how calloused and hardened her fingers where. She’d been expecting her to be much softer.
“Beau,” She grinned in reply, regaining a little of her confidence as she let her fingertips slowly wonder up the other woman's wrist, and onto her arm. Keyleths skin was detailed with tattoos, spreading from her wrist across her back and encasing the brand from the Slayers Take on her upper arm: “These are really pretty.”
“Thankyou.” The druid blushed slightly, feeling the gentle touches sending prickles of heat through her body. It had been a while since anyone had touched her, and she hadn’t pulled away: “They were much more practical than constantly wearing my mantle.”
Beau had no idea what she was talking about, but it didn’t matter. Her fingertips curiously began to trace over the designs, shifting in to sit a little closer to the redhead. “How far do they go?” She asked after a moment, looking up into up into the other woman's eyes.
“I could show you?” Keyleth offered in a rush, cheeks darkening in embarrassment. She should probably ask Vex for some more advice on how to flirt with girls.
Her offer seemed to have worked, the Monk giggled as she shifted in closer, their knees touching as she smiled. The expression almost suited her, scowl lines relaxing as her hand wandered upwards to Keyleths shoulder. The redhead shifted slightly into her touch, eyes sparkling with delight. There was no point waiting too much longer and awkwardly attempting to flirt. This girl was cute, and she obviously knew what she wanted.
“Yeah. Alright.” Beau replied, her hand brushing across to gently to explore. Kikis dress was probably one of the softest things she’d ever touched, this woman obviously had money: “Got a room?”
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#critical role#critical role fic#keyleth#beauregard#critrole#well this is still gay#and i love it#so much#i swear i will post the entire thing to ao3#and then we can all enjoy beau reduced to a whimpering pile of want
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