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gayzyforyou · 2 months

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𝙰 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

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18+, MDNI

Content Tags/⚠️: porn with plot, smut, slight angst, voyerism, reader has a vag(gie), masochist reader, pet names, degration, secret sex, bdsm (sorta), sadism (thank alastor), soft sex (husk), rough sex (also husk), claws, biting, furry stuff?, fingering, tongue play, oral sex, squirting, kissing n smooching, knotting

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Summary: Husk has hidden interests in you, which Alastor overheard once upon a time. You're new at the hotel and have been teasing the deer demon lately, who now has a score to settle with you. He can't beat you at a sexual game, though, so he has his favorite fuzzy soul help him in his endeavors. Consensually, of course. Just with Alastor's manipulative, slightly sadistic way of things. Aka he watches to piss off Husk for fun, and also makes a mess of you, also for fun. Because he's Alastor.

"Husker!" Alastor jovially begins, appearing beside Husk behind the bar counter quicker than he can process. Making him struggle not to drop a glass for a moment, sighing loudly at Alastor swinging an arm around him.

"Some space and a greeting would do you good, you know," Husk huffs under his breath, going back to cleaning the glass.

A growl leaves him watching Alastor poke at the glass, picking it out of his claws with ease and sauntering around him casually. Which Husk knew by now meant he was contemplating. Wanting, needing. Something.

"What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Or are you going to let me do my job? This shitty job you gave me,"

"Oh, speaking of jobs, my good friend! I have a little job I need you to do, actually. So nice of you to suggest," Alastor beamed with a wider grin, watching Husk pinch his nose and groan angrily.

All while Alastor tapped the glass in his hand, moving away casually when Husk tried to take it. Quietly testing the waters. Knowing, at the same time, Alastor could drown him in those waters any minute.

"Fucking Christ, I knew you needed something. What?" Husk growled. Tricking the slowly growing fear inside him. Hissing to himself at Alastor moving the glass just away from his grasp in one, little swift movement. Forcing him to pay full attention.

"Well, friends know each other well, do they not? Oh, and they do help out one another too, don't they?" Alastor teased.

Husk peered him down incredulously, brows narrowed. Eye twitching. But internally, trying to decipher just what exactly the man wanted. Knowing the man could run circles around him verbally any day, every day if he so pleased.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want your 'friend' to help you with?"

Alastor chuckled at the quiet desperation in Husk's words. Overlooking the sarcasm, instead seeing his attempt at a strong front more weak than anything. Amusing. Snickering, gliding right back over next to Husk behind the counter.

He leaned just slightly against the edge of table top, looking down over Husk. Grinning sharper than usual. Letting him yank the glass away from his hand.

"Always so eager, Husker, hm. And to serve me nonetheless. I think this good, loyal kitty deserves a treat, yes?"

. . .

Husk choked on air. Trying not to drop the glass, again. He looked up at Alastor with an indistinguishable expression, too many emotions wreaking havoc on his mind at once.

"E-Excuse me?"

"A treat for you, kitty." Alastor very plainly corrected, eyes closed following his wide, pleased smile.

Like what he said sounded remotely normal and not completely suspicious.

"What the fuck is that supposed to---" Husk sputtered, Alastor tapping on the glass with a snicker, his voice cutting him off.

"After you're done with your job here, come upstairs. Your treat is waiting,"

That was the last thing Husk was told before Alastor walked off. Up the stairs and away from his view before he could protest, demand, ask, anything before he was silenced.

Husk didn't know if he wanted to finish his job slower or faster.

He held the glass tightly, scrubbing it harder than usual.

"Hmm..." Alastor begins in a low, slowly drawn out hum.

Feeling you shift in his lap, restless. His hum turning into a little tune he sings to himself as he moves.

Alastor whirred along as he pulled his cane back, tugging at your tail he tied to it. Drinking in the strained whine that leaves your lips at the slight pain of the gesture.

"Be fuckin'...gentle..." Husk grumbles, more in a protective growl than anything. Alastor snickering at the sight.

Husk was still processing how he got himself in this mess. But the taste of your arousal on his tongue, sweeter and more intoxicating that any alcohol he'd ever sampled, made it worth the whole pot.

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Though, Husk can't help but keep replaying the situation on loop---him following Alastor to a private room, honestly scared the man would come onto him or something. Knowing he hated him, infuriatingly amusing to the man. So he was preparing to shoot that plane down as harshly as he could without having his soul torn apart.

But seeing...you, waiting there patiently and lighting up when you saw him, he suddenly wanted to stick by Alastor strictly, no separation on his mind. Now knowing that would mean letting The Radio Demon get alone time with you, which painted nothing but bad pictures in his head.

He didn't know why you were there at first until Alastor spoke. Assuring him his 'treat' was right in front of him.

I mean, Husk knew you liked to play around with the guests, flirting and suggesting frisky times as a way to ease tension. He was as fine with your openness in relationships as he was with Angel. But it was something else seeing you so willing to do something that intimate with him at a moment's notice. With Alastor watching, nonetheless.

"Are you really okay with...him, watching us? Possibly...touching you?" Husk asked, wanting to assure that you knew what was ahead.

"Yeah, Husk, but only if you are. I just think it's kinda hot...but I also know what I need to, I promise," You playfully giggled, but also assured, moving over to whisper in Husk's ear. "He won't get what he wants. I just wanna see him get a little tiny bit pissed."

Alastor smiled harshly at the sight of their secret words, moving you back by your arms to stand before him. Husk shooting him daggers.

"Husker, a treat is of course still just a treat. You don't have to eat it if you simply don't want to," Alastor explained in a faux sigh. "Just don't claw me up if I find someone else to eat it, okay?"

The very obvious teasing sarcasm in Alastor's voice made a Husk's brow twitch, his body moving over to your side immediately. Almost as if to fend Alastor away, like a predator stalking prey.

"Are you okay with it, Husk? If it's too uncomfortable, we can stop." You explained, trying to assure him. Making sure his decision was one he actually wanted.

One look in your eyes told Husk enough. There was excitement, teasing intent toward Alastor that...he almost admired. At the same time, deep care for him. A care he didn't feel enough, but was learning to accept in this hotel.

Despite being in the presence of someone so terrifying---you smiled at him like it was nothing. Everything he wanted it to be, nothing at all. Not the problem that it was. He wished he could view it that way. Seeing you even just playing with the idea somehow brought his spirits right back up.

And damn it, before things even started you made a fool out of Alastor in your head. Tricking your own fears. He didn't know if it was overconfidence or pure stupidity, but he found something endearing in it. Something he sometimes didn't have the grit to do as boldly. And above everything, he trusted you. He wouldn't trust his darker fears of Alastor over you, he had enough shadows in his life.

"If {y/n} is here, and they want to, it's alright by me. You don't get much input in that matter, Alastor," Husk chuckled with a affectionate grin, moving over to hold you by your hips. Something in you making him drunk on a sort of confidence that tricked his strongest fears. One that would definitely get him in trouble one day. "It's bad business leaving such a wonderful soul waiting. You should consider that Alastor, tell me clearer next time,"

Alastor laughed away the frustration brewing inside him at Husk's words. He didn't know what you whispered. Only that it was merely another thing he'd make sure to find out sooner or later, snuff out as he sees fit.

With the snap of his fingers, you and him were on the bed. Alastor cradling your head in his lap. Looking up at Husk with a tilt of his head. Who was still standing, whipping his head around to look at you both. Watching Alastor slowly moving his hand down to pull up your skirt.

"Your treat is waiting~" Alastor sang devilishly.

Husk quickly pounced onto the bed, caging you with his body and hissing deep in his throat at Alastor's hand, which he pushed away.

"This is the job you wanted me to do for you, right? Cruel of you to call someone so sweet a chore. You want me to do your dirty work? Gladly," Husk growled.

"I've got you, {y/n}. You'll get your fun and games. And you know I'm good at games, don't you?" Husk purred, leaning in and running his lips softly against your cheek, taking in your dizzying scent.

"If you don't like something, tell me or tap me. Otherwise..." Husk gravelly murmured, his lips on yours without a moment to spare.

His claws traced over where Alastor had touched your skirt. Tossing it up to expose your tights, drawing the sharp edges of his fingers over your thighs squeezed by the thin material. Flicking a digit slowly over the plump imprint of your pussy against the fabrics hiding it from his gaze.

It was easy forgetting about Alastor with such a sight before his sore eyes, and it made him feel even better knowing the demon was probably watching it happen. His presence being put on hold.

Alastor scoffed lowly at the display, moving to pull Husk off your lips. All with a simple finger beneath his chin.

"Don't play with your food now, Husker. Eat it properly,"

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Soon enough, Husk refocused on the task at hand. At his tongue, more like. The prickly muscle licking up every drop that drooled from your aching core. His eyes trailing over your now naked form.

"H-Husk...please," You hiccuped, voice shaking and weak. Alastor tugged on his cane again. The base of your tail shooting a sharp, sweet pain that mixed with every sensation Husk guided you through. Making your eyes foggy, breathing coming out in whimpers that only made Alastor's grin grow.

Alastor thrummed a laugh seeing Husk move to tug at his pants. Which was now at least the seventh time he'd tried.

"You'll have to be patient, Husker. That thing can wait to put itself to use, yes? Do your job...thoroughly,"

Husk tried to ignore the sneer in Alastor's voice, snarling to himself lowly while moving his tongue back to your clit. Holding your thighs apart tightly, knowing you wanted his cock more than anything. Despite having came several times already.

He loved every last taste of you on his tongue. But feeling you squirm, hearing you beg for him to fill you, made his heart ache.

"Look at me, {y/n}," Husk rasped, licking a long slow stripe against your sensitive bud of nerves. Feeling your legs twitch and shake shamelessly. Melting at the sound of you sweetly gasping, a tug at his head following suit.

You look down at him, teary eyed. Despite Alastor tilting your head back to avert your gaze.

Abruptly, you mewl out loud feeling Husk slip two of his digits inside, grinding the sharp edges against every sweet spot he can find.

"Husk...haah, you're..." You whimper, hips arching into his thrusts. The sound of his heavy breaths making you wetter. Alastor tilts your head further back and up again, tracing a finger along your throat.

"Talented, isn't he? He can do a lot more than take down scum and pour drinks. Hmm...which makes the two of you, seems you can take more than you look to..." Alastor smirked with a pleased coo, snickering at Husk's disapproval.

"So obedient you are, Husk can learn a thing or two on that matter," He trailed off with an even bigger smile than usual, watching you, who he knew as innocent instead donning such a sinfully shameless display.

"Shut it, Alastor..."

"See?" He sneered.

Husk moved swiftly to get his lips close enough to yours, hiding your face from Alastor and kissing away any thoughts of him. Slipping his tongue soaked with your arousal right in your mouth.

He angled his fingers more, chuckling against your lips feeling you cum again. Unable to deny how strained his cock was, already fully up and leaking against his pants. Aching painfully to be inside you.

Everything was making him lose it. Your hands gripping his back, holding fists of his fur with white knuckles when you weren't leaving scratches. Clawing at him for dear life after cumming so many times, and still taking more. Moaning like an animal, whispering pleas for his cock, for his fingers to hit deeper and harder. He couldn't take it.

He drew the two soaked digits from you, holding his hand up to Alastor.

"Thorough enough for you? Or are you having that much fun watching?" Husk huffed firmly.

Alastor clicked his tongue, pulling up your head away from Husk again and inspecting your expression.

There it was. Complete and utter weakness, defeated and pathetic. Just what he needed.

"Go ahead, Husker. You can have the rest of your trea---"

Before he could finish, Husk was pulling you away from Alastor and up against his legs. Spreading yours and letting his aching length spring out. Moving in a haze to push it right into your tight, soaked hole.

Feeling you clench onto him the moment he sunk inside made him groan. Moving his hips almost immediately, hearing every gasp and moan of pleasure leaving your lips right against his ear. You kissed it, feeling it flick, feeling his sharp teeth quickly sink into your shoulder to quiet his pleased sounds.

Husk's pace was exactly what you needed after waiting for so long. Fast, hard, heavy thrusts that slapped your skin. Made your legs go numb and stomach twist with warmth. The overwhelming ecstasy and all consuming feeling that left you breathless.

"Cumming...! Husk...haah...I---" You cried out weakly, his hands still sticky with your scent delving right into your mouth, hushing you while his hips moved faster and faster. Making sure no one in the hotel could have a chance of interrupting your moment together.

Husk felt like he was high, feeling you squirt against his cock. Crying out against his fingers, tongue licking his digits so needy he almost forgot you two weren't alone.

His inches twitched restlessly inside you. He couldn't help but hold your body close, feeling his mind spiraling at the addictive feeling. Your walls sucking on him with every wave of your orgasm. Groaning, almost moaning at the sickeningly sweet sensation, Husk's own release tore through him.

He growled out at the feeling, burying himself in your scent. His hips thrusting slowly, stuffing rope after rope of his thick cum deep into your warm insides. Slicking your walls with every ounce of his seed.

Husk let you lay back softly, resting. Trying to calm down the knot swelling inside you. Whimpers drawing from your lips at the intense stretch.

"...s' okay sweetheart. It'll go down...I've got you,"

Husk ran his palm over your stomach, soothing the ache of his knot. Catching his breath.

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Not noticing Alastor moving your head up again, looking in your eyes. Sneering. Communicating exactly what he wanted without words.

Husk heard you speak but didn't actually hear it. Only static. His nerves flaring up, eyes shooting to look up at Alastor.

He was gone.

"What the fuck?!" Husk exclaimed, quickly moving closest to you as he looked around. "Where...the fuck did that bastard go? What did he do?"

"Safe word. He made me use it. It's okay Husk...it's just his usual power play. He wanted me to say it,"

"For what?" Husk asked.

"Just a stupid...bet,"

"What did you bet?!" Husk exasperated. Worried beyond belief.

"Nothing! Just my soul---"

"WHAT?!"

"I'm joking, Husk. It was just...ugh, it's kind of embarrassing now, actually," You sigh, covering your face.

"What is it? Tell me. I'll...I'll help you," Husk trailed off, trying to be assuring.

You sigh, loudly.

"I need to....ughhh...hunt his breakfast for him...for a month...and meal prep. All those disgusting meals,"

Husk tried not to, but he wheezed a little.

"Don't you laugh at me! We're on the same boat now..." You exasperate.

"Fine...fine...I'm sorry. I'm relieved...that's all it was," Husk chuckles, moving to rest himself in the crook of your neck, purring deeply.

"Don't bet anything else, got it?"

"Okay," You sigh, hugging him close.

Your chests rise and fall together, his purring soothing you both until the thought of that bet drifts away, into a feeling of just the two of you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #alastor x reader #alastor is in hell for a reason #alastor is a circus #ace man meets wanting to see someone fucked #literally 😈 not physically this time #gold star

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ieatcocoa · 1 month

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Interested in reading a story about this stinky deer? You should check out my own on AO3 !

Human!Alastor/Reader

Synopsis: You, a victim of forced relocation, head south in search of a potential job opportunity. Never would you have expected to get caught up with the likes of New Orleans favorite radio host. Perhaps it was fate?

Currently there’s two chapters out! Chapter three is in the works.

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nerdestiwrites · 1 month

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predator and prey chapter 10 (hazbin hotel reader insert)

“It isss not my fault!” The snakes' voice was clear as day as you walked down the steps, “I wasss not the one to lose it!”

“Your little egg bois were the last to have the remote, therefore it is your fault!” Angel snapped, and the image of the spider demon crouched and looking under the couch filled your vision.

You stopped in the middle of the staircase and watched curiously. It had been a few weeks of you consistently being at the hotel and consistently participating in whatever activity Charlie planned. Thankfully she didn’t have one every day, it was closer to twice and sometimes three times a week. Less now that Valentino seemed to be constantly needing Angels' attention at the studio, which had been making the princess frustrated and upset. She wanted him to have more time at the Hotel and less time at the studio.

So you started talking with Vaggie. You knew that Charlie would take your concerns and ideas into consideration, but you still were a stranger. It would be better coming from her girlfriend, someone she trusts entirely. You offhandedly one time while talking with Vaggie that Charlie is the princess, she could be using the power behind that title a lot more.

It wasn’t a direct nudge, but a nudge nonetheless, however. Planted the seed inside Vaggies mind and all you had to do was wait for it to work.

The couch was suddenly flipped over and a hiss of success came from Sir Pentious. “Aha! Sssee! I told you! You had let it ssslip between the cussshions!”

Angel groaned and grabbed the remote, and his lower two arms grabbed the couch and set it back right, brushing off the dust and dirt that had gotten on it from the floor. “I still think it was your egg bois. I was careful!”

You laughed at the argument which caused the two to stop bickering back and forth and turn to look over at you. You gave a small wave, and a small smile, and finished the rest of the steps down.

Angel quickly jumped over the couch, “Heya toots! Maybe you know who had the remote last?”

You shrugged, thought for a moment, and answered. “That might’ve been me, actually. I am the worst about putting the remote back in place.”

You’d take the blame for the lost and quickly found remote. It was something small enough that you didn’t mind and even if it wasn’t your fault, it stopped the ever-growing argument that would surely continue to escalate. You found it fun to watch the two argue, especially when the stakes weren’t that high, but it was early in the morning, and you hadn’t had any sort of caffeine so your threshold of dealing with chaos was low.

Within the few weeks that you had been staying in the hotel, you managed to get a hold of Mimzy. The conversation didn’t last long, and she had tried to talk her way out of fulfilling the favor you had with her until you said it would fulfill three favors instead of just one. That had changed her tune and she gladly accepted, saying that she’d stop by in her own time but promised it would be soon enough.

In those few weeks, you also came into ownership of a dozen souls. Someone had thought they could get the better of you, pull a cloth over your eyes, and start a rebellion against you. Dealing with that had been one of the few days you left the hotel, a day where there hadn’t been any activities planned and most of the residents were off doing their own thing as well. Owning nearly twenty souls you could feel the small surge of power inside your veins.

It was nothing compared to the Overlords, you knew that. They still wouldn’t even give you a second glance, to them you were just like any other Overlord wannabe, who wouldn’t amount to anything. The power was enough to send a chill down the average sinner's spine, however, and people started noticing. Not great for your plan, but still manageable. You could still hide it underneath the power of the princess and the Radio demon while you were at the hotel as well.

“Perhapsss we should add a ssstring attached to the remote and attach it to the side of the couch! That way it cannot get stuck beneath the couch or between the cussshions!” Sir Pentious spoke up with a solution to the problem and Angel seemed to nod in agreement. It was a good idea.

“Great idea, you two figure out how to do that while I go get myself some coffee and maybe a bagel for breakfast.” You waved and turned. As you walked down the hall to the kitchen, you heard Angels' voice shout behind you.

“Don’t eat the last Everything bagel!”

You smiled, laughed, and shook your head. Inside the kitchen, you were thankful to find yourself alone. You weren’t ready for any more interactions yet for the day and were hoping that it would be a day without any sort of redemption activity by Charlie. The daily routine took over and you managed to start the coffee without much thought and searched through the pantry for a bagel that wasn’t the last Everything bagel. When the other bags came up empty, you threw them away and shut the pantry, opting out of a meal for breakfast. You’d just eat lunch then, and a bigger dinner, and have more than two cups of coffee.

The mug was warm from the hot liquid inside and you took a sip. The taste wasn’t the best, you definitely preferred your own bag but the last time you had bought a bag of good coffee grounds, it was gone in two days and no one would fess up on using it. Even when Charlie made it into an activity, saying that honesty was the best policy in this situation, no one came forward. You just assumed everyone had been a culprit, even the princess herself, and opted out of buying coffee again. So everyone was stuck with the cheap coffee grounds instead.

The best coffee you had since being in Hell had been the times you had stayed at the Vee Tower in Velvettes apartment. She somehow had the best coffee grounds, the best syrups, cinnamon sticks, an espresso machine, and a dozen other coffee add-ons you weren’t entirely sure existed back on Earth while you were alive. The Overlord always made the best coffee too, though that was more rare than you staying at the Vee tower. Twice, it had happened,

You placed your mug down and leaned against the counter, eyes closed as you took in a deep breath. So much had happened in the past few weeks, so much and so little at the same time. You could tell that Charlie was getting frustrated with the lack of results on redemption, you could see the stress on her face and behind her eyes, even though she did well at trying to hide it from the others. She was concerned about everyone in the hotel, about how if redemption didn’t work, then she’d have to face failure. Not just failure, failure, and admitting it to everyone she cares for.

That was a lot, for anyone.

“You certainly are an interesting fellow, aren’t you!” Alastors voice filled the silent air within the kitchen,

At this point, you should’ve been used to the Radio demon sneaking up on you at any moment but you still jumped slightly in surprise. You were glad you had set the mug down, knowing that you would’ve spilled some of its contents if it had still been in your grasp. “I try not to be, yet I am.”

The much taller demon leaned against his microphone as he seemed to study you, his smile tightening ever so slightly in such a way that if you hadn’t been watching him closely you would’ve missed it. “There’s a few rumors going around about you, you know! Though I would be a gentleman and let you know.”

“Rumors?” You feigned shock as you grabbed your mug and took a sip. You knew of these ‘rumors’, they were the cause of the souls you had acquired.

“Oh yes! You know what they say about rumors, they all stem from half-truths and jealousy.” His tone was joyful, the radio filter bouncing slightly in the air, “Rumors can be dangerous too, of course, for those who hear them and those who they are about!”

You couldn’t tell if that was a threat directly toward you or not, so you’d act like it was until proven otherwise. That was the safest option, you had learned that quickly. If you ever thought someone might be threatening you, likely they were.

“Well, care to tell me what these rumors are? So I can be prepared?”

Alastor seemed to mull over the request before he shook his head once. “Nope!”

“Fantastic.” You rolled your eyes at his refusal, though you weren’t entirely shocked by it, just frustrated. You wanted to know if there was more than just the one you knew of. You’d have to figure that out for yourself then.

Just as Alastor was about to make another comment, he stopped himself as Angel came into the kitchen with an annoyed huff and a frustrated look on his face. He grabbed a to-go cup, filled it up with the rest of the coffee in the pot that you had made, muttered a quick apology, and left just as quickly as he had entered.

You watched for a moment, catching a brief moment of Angel's phone with his texts open with Valentino. Another call into the studio, it seemed. You felt bad, for Angel, truly. No one deserved what he was put through in that studio, no one deserved to go through what Valentino put him through. That would be one of the first things that would change, once you got all the Vees under your thumb, setting Angel go along with every other soul Valentino has under him.

“Well, I guess I need to go figure out what sort of rumors have been started about me and if I need to correct them or just play into them for the fun of it.” You turned to face Alastor and gave an almost mocking smile back towards the Radio demon. Before he could answer, you left the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, and sipped the contents.

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AN: due to my lack of ability of pacing things correctly, next chapter is gonna be long WHOOPS so it may take longer to get out :P

Taglist: @luleck @rl800 @literalzxmbie @rapunzelbro @jono723

#charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #reader insert #x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #side chaggie #side huskerdust #alastor is in hell for a reason #reader is in hell for a reason #gn reader #sir pentious

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raventhebard · 1 month

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THIS IS NOT SHIPPING THEM!!!!! I had an idea that like what if Alastor and Rosie were married when they were alive for insurance benefits and so that Alastor could be AroAce and Rosie could be lesbian and no one would suspect it. Also, this would help give alibis for murder.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor is aroace #alastor is asexual #alastor is a cannibal #alastor is in hell for a reason #hazbin rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #rosie the cannibal #hello rosie

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aroacewolfic · 1 month

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I started/finished watching hazbin hotel yesterday and I haven't been able to stop thinking about Alastor, I love him. (if I see anyone shipping him I'm gonna have some strong words for them)

#hazbin hotel #alastor #aro #ace #aroace #alastor is in hell for a reason #alastor the radio demon #alastor is aroace #alastor is asexual

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someghostwriter · 27 days

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so im writing a fanfic with vox from hazbin hotel as the main character, and i was wondering if anyone would like to read it and if i should actually post it..

its basically about vox's rise to power and his and alastor's relationship precanon. I may come out with a fic afterwards that continues for during canon and after, but for now this is all thats planned!

Its going to be angsty, and Vox is a bad person because i mean hes in hell, but he has good qualities despite it. Also there will be homoerotic undertones because i cant stop it.

#writers block #show off time #fanfic writer #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #radiostatic #one sided radiostatic #one sided feelings #angst #hurt no comfort #unhappy ending #vox the tv demon #alastor #alastor is in hell for a reason #vox is in hell for a reason #alastor hazbin hotel

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chatandchai · 2 months

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♦︎♧House of Cards♧♦︎

☽☀︎☾Prologue ☽☀︎☾

1926, New Orleans, Louisiana

In the dimly lit alleyways of New Orleans, where the scent of damp earth mingled with the lingering aroma of jazz and sin, Kaya leaned and fell against a weathered brick wall, her gaze fixed on the flickering neon lights of the nearby speakeasy. Blood seeped from the wound in her side, staining her clothes and pooling darkly on the cobblestones beneath her.

"Karma is surprisingly not a bitch," she mused aloud, her voice a husky whisper that seemed to echo in the night.

Despite the pain that throbbed through her body with each shallow breath, Kaya's lips curled into a sardonic smile. Her eyes, glinting with a mixture of amusement and defiance, scanned the shadowy figures that lurked in the alley, their whispers like dark promises carried on the night breeze.

For Kaya, life had always been a game of chance, a series of calculated risks and dangerous liaisons that had shaped her into the formidable force she had become. But tonight was different. Tonight, she could feel the weight of destiny pressing down upon her, like the heavy hand of a vengeful god.

She knew that her past deeds had caught up with her, that the sins of her past had come back to haunt her in ways she could never have imagined. And yet, as she stood there in the darkness, bleeding and vulnerable, she felt no fear. Instead, she felt a sense of exhilaration, a thrill that coursed through her veins like wildfire, igniting her spirit with a fierce determination to face whatever lay ahead.

For Kaya knew one thing above all else: that in a world where the line between good and evil blurred like the smoky haze of a jazz club, the only true currency was power. And she intended to claim hers, whatever the cost.

But she knew she would make it out alive, she knew she had to, there was no other option. Death was still a luxury to her, a commodity in all senses, which despite all her wealth and fame, she couldn’t afford, so she had to fight, no matter what.

The bleeding hadn’t stopped yet and that bastard had surely punctured her flesh with murder in mind, how wonderfully stupid of him. Kaya tried to stand up, her arms gripping the brick wall for support and some comfort. Even though she was determined, much could not be said about her lack of health and blood.

Dammit, she was too tired to even stand.

“Ah!” a cry left her bloodied lips as she felt her head spinning around as if she was in one of those dingy and small-to-a-fault elevators, the nausea hitting her as the blood continued to seep out of her wound.

Her knees gave out yet again, bruising themselves by hitting the gravel, though the pain wasn’t hard enough to compete with the rest of her wounds. Deciding that there was not much she could do, Kaya simply sat down, her head against the wall as she continued applying pressure to the hurt.

She had to tend the wound if her only option was to make it out alive, while also not getting caught.

The pants that she wore were torn at the waist already and her white blouse was soaked with blood thoroughly. She let her free hand dig in her back pocket, having to raise her hips in the process, making the stinging go worse, and she barely held back a cry of pain, she couldn't afford for them to listen to her cries of pain if they were nearby and find out of her hiding in the alleyway.

Now as she finally found the cloth, her breathing calmed a little, maybe she wasn’t such a gone case after all. She pulled the soft material and kept it in her lap, then pulled out the small flash of alcohol from the strap attached to her belt, opening the bottle cap.

She took a deep breath, calming herself and prepping her mind for the pain she was to feel from her hurt, a few chants on her lips and she poured the content of the flask on her would, the burning sensation making her hiss and shut her eyes close.

As her body familiarised with the burning, she pulled the cloth and started cleaning the area, fingers shaking throughout. She tore the now bloodied cloth with her already bloody hands and shoved the clean part into the visible hole, now that the blood was cleaned. With her index and middle finger, she pushed the cloth deep into the wound, hoping to find some temporary solution to her bleeding, until she ……………

Until what?

“Ah, fuck,” she cussed out loud, griping her hair in frustration. the bleed had stopped its flow but it would not last more than a few hours without proper medical attention. But she couldn’t make the mistake of going to a hospital, no it was just not possible. She could go to her teammates’ house but all of them were either out on a mission or stayed on the other side of the city. Hell, her own house was on the other side and it would take her nearly 2 hours to reach there, given her condition and thus the speed.

Not only that, but the fear of being caught or seen lingered as well, not only by the people who made me into this mess, but also by the police or even the commoners, and she couldn't afford that, especially because there would be no way she could overpower them like this.

Kaya laughed, realising she had nowhere to go.

“No.” she wasn't sure if it was her trying to console herself or if she actually believed it when she said it,

“No, I won’t die today.” she shut her eyes close again, the pain subsiding by a pinch, “Lord, please, no.”

With a shake of her head, she stood up, still clutching her poorly bandaged wound. She had promised herself that she would make it out alive, and out of all the things Kaya was, she wasn't a liar.

But this meant that he had only one option left.

Her slow feet carried her, with each step, the sting increased its capacity, and now that the adrenaline rush was over, she was tempted to drop to the floor and sleep for eternity. The pattern of time was suddenly an unfamiliar concept to her, as she couldn’t keep track of it, and she didn’t know if she should take it positively, or just start to descend into hysteria.

She walked, until her feet were sore, till her throat was so parched that she started choking her own saliva, the nausea returned, the headache did too and she could feel that her temporary fix was slowly losing its grip as well. But all she did was walk until she reached where she knew, no matter what, help would be provided.

Tall, wrought-iron gates adorned with twisted vines and thorns guarded the entrance, their rusty hinges groaning in protest as they swung open to reveal the overgrown garden beyond. Wild roses and ivy climbed the crumbling walls, their tendrils snaking through the cracked mortar-like living shadows.

The windows, grimy and cracked, were adorned with heavy velvet curtains that hung limply against the glass, their once-rich fabric now faded and threadbare with age. A single lantern flickered dimly in the darkness, casting eerie shadows that danced across the worn cobblestones.

Despite its dilapidated appearance, there was an air of faded grandeur about Alastor's house, a sense of faded glory that clung to its crumbling walls like the echoes of a bygone era. To those who passed by on the street below, it was a place of mystery and intrigue, a relic of a time long forgotten.

Kaya staggered up to the doorstep. She rapped sharply on the door, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she fought to stay conscious. When the knocking didn't do any help, she pressed the bell again and again, to the point where she put her entire weight on the poor button, the buzz going off without a break.

"Who in the devil's name is there, in this ungodly hour?" irritation evident in the voice of the man inside the house, as he appeared to me making his way to the door.

Kaya closed her eyes for a second, relieved that now she was safe.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" it seemed like he had opened the door and sneered with a smile, though when she looked at him, the concern in his eyes belied his mocking tone. "If it isn't my dear Kaya, come to grace me with her presence. I must say, you're looking positively dreadful, Darling. Is this your idea of a social call?"

Kaya bristled at his mocking tone, but the pain in her side forced her to swallow her pride. "Cut the crap, Alastor," she snapped, her voice strained with effort. "I need your help, and I need it now. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to leave me bleeding out on your doorstep."

Alastor's facade of indifference didn’t crack even slightly at the desperation in her voice but she knew him well enough to know when he was faking and when he was not. "Oh, very well," he gave a tight-lipped smile, "But make it quick, darling. I have a reputation to maintain, you know."

But as Kaya stumbled into the foyer, her strength failed her she lost her balance, Alastor caught her before she could collapse to the ground as she chuckled at her own helplessness and at her sworn enemy who slowly stripped off his facade at her pitiful condition. "Damn you, Kaya," she heard him mutter, his voice thick with emotion. "You always were too stubborn for your own good."

Kaya managed a weak smile through the pain. "Oh, Alastor," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering closed. "You always did have a way with words.” even with all her pain and trouble, she could practically feel him smiling at her sadly, “Just promise me one thing, darling.”

As Kaya's consciousness ebbed away, she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, dragging her deeper into the darkness. Each breath felt like a struggle, her body aching with every movement. But despite the pain, there was a strange sense of peace that settled over her, like the calm before a storm.

"What is it now, my dear?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the underlying tension.

For a moment, all she could do was revel in the sound of his voice, the familiar cadence and timbre comforting her in a way nothing else could. It was as if the world around them faded away.

“ Promise me you won't kill me until I wake up.”

And with that, she fell unconscious in his arms and in that moment, as her consciousness slipped further away, Kaya clung to the hope that Alastor would honor her request, that he would grant her this small reprieve from the turmoil of their lives. And as darkness claimed her once more, she found herself surrendering to the unknown, trusting in the bond that had always existed between them, no matter how tenuous or fraught it may be.

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ilikemyteawithmilk · 2 months

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I tried writing a fanfiction after a while :3

Also I know Al is Ace. Since Asexuality is a spectrum I took some research into that matter and used one interpretation in here. He is more Demi romantic asexual though. hope thats okay

Alastor didn't know what consequences this ritual would hold.

Looking back at it when he first arrived in Hell, he would do in again in a Heartbeat.

Looking back at his Deal now, with all the constraints, with how he has to fiddle around his Masters orders, he does regret not having thought about a backdoor clause.

But than again, he was just a child when he killed the rabbit, and used it's blood to draw the circle in the snow. Just a child when his father shoved his mother to the floor, and punched him a black eye when he dared walk towards her. Just a child, that wished his father would simply die.

Funny, it was so cold outside, and this rabbits blood was so warm.

It wasn't that difficult to draw a summoning circle on the Ground. This Book that the old lady gave him had all the instructions. In his defense he couldn't understand everything thats written in there as he rarely looked presentable and unbrused enough to go to school, and therefor still had trouble reading. But even experienced readers would have trouble with the cursive in this Book. The Lady clearly wrote this in a hurry. Despite her poor calligraphy he liked her. She had a shop a couple streets away and claimed to be a Witch. Though the others called her a Lunatic, it didn't went unnoticed to him that she often seemed to look younger than the day before.

Once the circle was complete, and the Spell was spoken, young Alastor expected to have Lucifer, the Devil himself appear in front of him and offer to kill his Dad in exchange of his Soul. But faith rarely acts as one expects does it?

No, the entity he made a feal with was less powerful than Lucifer. But far, far more sinister, and a tad more cruel. But Al didn't mind at all. Because instead of Killing his father, his new Friend as The Entity introduced themselves, they offered Alastor some 'ways' to deal with this Drunk himself. And put his new found powers to use. _____________________________________________

A decate later young Alastor just exited a Radio Station where he applied for an Internship. He was humming a song that just played inside, wearing a big smile on his face. He has behaved his best, displayed all his charisma and manners. He was sure to hear from them soon. 'Ah, what a delightful day' he thought. The wind was a refreshing chill against the warm summer heat. He did enjoy the interview, his mother always said he had a way with people. And he did could never get enough of his own coice, so reaching, and influencing, people as a Radio host was a given.

While walking through this ever growing town in the best suit he could afford, he slowly strolled from the mansions, to the apartments, and finally to the slums he and his mother called their home. Never would he admit that he spent a big part of his live in poverty, never behaved or dressed like that either. What would that even bring. He still looked down at the beggars, at the prostitutes, at the drunks. His mother and him never would have lived with theese people If his wretched failure of a father would have been able to hold a job for a week or more, or if he didn't spent all their money on cheap booze.

Al came home and locked the door, quickly getting out of his tailored suit as to not ruin it with dish soap, or stain it with what he plans on doing later that night.

"I'm Home" he announces, Opening the door to his Mother's room and walking to her bed. A quick glance to the empty Glass of water and the half empty Bowl of Soup indicate that she ate. This time. "Good." He whisperes, scared of waking her, but still testing if she's not to far gone into her dreamworld. He quietly refills her Glass and stealthily exits the Room, quiet as a Mouse.

Opening the Pantry, he let's out a deep sigh. Bread, some moldy Carrots, and not enough rice to feed the both of them. But that's okay, he planned on going hunting anyways. And most of the time he does return with something.. more than edible.

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"Have you added enough sage dear?"

"yes Grandma, " you sigh. "And enough Cow blood, and not to much " wait how much wolfsbane was to much?" you laugh as a display of horror grows in her face "A joke a joke Im joking" you laugh while stirring the Pot. Potion Making was never your strong suite, but you where no amateur. Witchcraft was a Family business, and you were an excellent apprentice.

"Yeah keep on laughing, but when our Client comes back and wears a pitchfork with his blue warts and Lizard eyes I will grill a Sandwich on the sltar they burn you on"

Now the both of you were laughing. Witches haven't been caught in centuries, and the small coven of you and your two Grandma's isn't big enough, or suspicious enough to get caught. just two Old ladies who raise their Granddaughter together. Well, in theory Marlene was not your grandmother, but as long as Grandma loved her you will too. "Grandma, Pitchforks? really? " "They used those to hunt us back in the day! didn't forget the time one of those idiotic Farmers threw one of those at me." she winked. "That man became a nice and warm Furcoat for xou when you were a baby you know? "

Another laugh escaped you while pouring the potion into a small vial. Autumn's with your Gramdma are always the best part of the Year. A nice escape from your modern life with your Mom, and a welcome to get back to your Roots.

"Why would that man need a potion of strength anyways?" you wondered. "He's scared someone might kill him. And eat his remains for dinner" A sinister smile on her lips. "Wouldn't he than rather need a protection Talisman? or a Rune on his front door to sanction his House?" your Granny's smile grew. "Sold, sold and sold. Oh those cowards have always been my favorite clients. Poor Soul lives alone with his Dog. When he comes in to pick up his order I'll offer him a talisman for the dog too. Cute thing. a German Shepherd. From it's fur we could brew some fine Lycantrophy antidote" "Grandma, you know as good as I tha- really? I thought Australian Shepherds had better Fur for those?" She giggled and gave you a small slap with the Broom "just testing you my little raven of the night! Don't want you to loose all your wits while beeing away from me"

Again, both of you giggle. While you do your work for a while, filling two more Viols with the Potion and stealthily cleaning the counter where you spilled two drops, you wonder, and ask "Hey Grandma, Why is that man so scared?"

"ouuuuhuiii" She barely can contain her grin and walks other to you, using the Broom as a cane. "haven't you heard it yet? " you raise an Eyebrow, mentally going through all the things she told you since picking you up on the Trainstation merely 4 Hours ago. "We. have. a. Serial Killer in New Orleans" joyfully like a teen cousin who just told you about her crush of the week. "Marlene and I have restricted each other in scrying about who it is, but we are fairly sure they must be young and charming, the way the crimes are comited, oh" She takes a bite out of the air and moans as if eating the most delicious strawberry parfait she has ever tasted, then giggles misheviously. "It's mostly the same old scheme. Once or twice a month, a scream appears, than several more. Theese screams go on for a couple Minutes, but never enough for anyone to trace where exactly they come from. just the direction of the forest." This time, grandma interrupts to actually eat a Cookie, after chewing it painfully long, tasteing the suspense she's creating, she continues. "When police searchey the forest, they always find drops of fresh blood on several places, up to 300 feet apart. They usually never find the Victim, or their remains. Though last time they did find a Pinky finger and a piece of liver." You wrinkle your face. Ew. But the fact that the killer left traces last time means that they grew less cautious. That amused you. Most serial Killers where narcissists after all, and it wasn't unusual for them to make mistakes when they though no one could ever catch them. This brought a smile to your face, and your Grandma took it the wrong way. "Should I peek a look into the crystal ball and see if they're available for courting? "

Before you could correct your Grandma, the bell rang as Marlene opened the door and entered the shop. "Ah ah ah, no peeking my Spiderleg, we won't spoil our game will we? " The thin Woman Dropped her Bag and took off her flat Black hat. First she gave your Grandma a small peck on the cheek before coming up to you. "Come here little dove of doom. How have you been? how was the train ride? how is your stomach doing after the long time apart from my good cooking?" You embrace Marlene in a tight hug and answere her Questions with a smile on your Lips. Marlene's cooking was the best you ever had. You're not a hundred percent convinced she wasn't casting spells on it to increase the flavor though. Than she spoke the words you were afraid to hear since last year, and your stummic dropped to your feet.

"Are you ready for the Ritual tonight?"

Are you? You should be. You have been prepared for this. You have weighed the consequences, You could live as a Normal Human like your Mother choose. Or you Choose Magic.

"I. I think I am." "Have you decided on a Demon yet?" "She should pic one of the Sins. I picked an Ars Goetia and look where that left me." Your Grandmother exclaimed, still swiping the floor on the exact same spot. "My powers are great, but I'm nearly 250 years old, and already look like I'm close to the Grave." "You and I both know your age and appearance isn't determined by the demon, but by our use of magic. Play nurse for some more children, get some vials of their blood and you will look like 170 in no time" Marlene said smoothly while putting a hand on your shoulder. "We don't have to-" "I am ready. And I have choosen. I just need to reread the Spell for tonight." You interrupt her. " to chant it correctly you know? I left My book about Demonology at home so Kalista could read it, to ease her nerves. May I use yours?" You quicky glimpse at your Grandmother while fiddling with your necklace. You have been so sure when you packed your Bags yesterday, when you entered the train, even when you took a seat and started to mentally go through simpel spells. Only when you saw the look of worry in yours Mom's eyes as the train departured did your confidence stutter, and your insecurities grew. "Pah, Kalista should have rather visited us aswell. Support her big sister with such a big step" Granny's swiping grew more aggressive. "She will come when, and only if she's ready spiderweb." Marlene baisicly floated over to your grandmother with how light her steps where. She took Granny's chin in her hand and slightly tilted it up. "not everyone wishes for the life we share, but that doesn't mean we won't enjoy it the best we can"

You did love Marlene for the way she made your Grandma loose her track of thought and her temper. How one bewitched the other without spells just with a look.

After a few moments of you puting the vials, two talismans and a parchment with the correct Rune in a small Box, you cleared your throat.

"The book?"

"Oh.What book?"

You sigh.

"The book about Demonology?"

silence

"The Book I need for Tonights ritual?"

silence.

"Your Book about Demonology wich I need to lend in Order to fullfill my Ritual and keep my powers even After my 6999 Day on earth?"

Both you and Marlene stare and Your Grandma.

"Spide-" "I gave it away."

This time, the silence came from you and Marlene

"Look, there was A boy, always covered in Bruises and.. I .. My contract stated that I was to be mishevious! and I thought a little chaos, a little...well he never did anything with it though!? stleast his Parents never contacted me, and just last week I saw him buying whisky in the"

"Buying Whisky?" Marlene shook her head, letting go off your Grandma to look her in the Eyes. "yes." "I thought you gave the book to a child. "well yes. About ten years ago. Maybe eleven."

Both you and Marlene were speechless. To be fair, none of you really kept the whole 'beeing a witch' thing this secret. Wearing long Robes, collecting herbes, openly cuddling black Cats.. but your Grandma always had to be extra. Going as far as to tell kids how she would have grilled Hansel and Gretel instead of baking them. But giving away a Spellbook to strangers, that was could have consequences. For all three ou you. "He clearly didn't do anything! I'm sure the book is just dusting Away in his Attic! I can Summon it ! I just need.. " she left the room. You could hear her rummaging through her storage, angry huffs and puffs when whatever she was searching for wasn't where she expected it to be. Meanwhile Marlene came over to you. Picking up her bag on the way there. "I brought you something Applepie. It might be a bit early, and a bit old fashioned, but tradition is tradition." She took out a black, simple pointy hat, with a ribbon in your favorite color. You thanked her and took her into a tight embrace. Marlene was a treasure you intended to keep in your life.

"Aha! found it!" Granny re-emerged with just the right tool. A piece of paper. "A spell to summon what one once lost. If you need it back no matter the cost. Just chant its Name, with hope in mind. And the Object you will find. My Book of Demonology" She spoke in singsang. It was odd that your Grandma didn't now the spell by heart. given how easy It was, and how often she lost her belongings. But after some moments and a fine Orange glow the Book appeared howering in front of her. "Ahaha! there you are! ihihihi!" She was practically glowing and smiling, it faded a little while she took it in her hands, but her expression was still happy. "oh, eell you do look a but worn out? And youre cold. Have you been kept outside? Dumb boy must have kept you in an outside shed rather then a nice dusty bookshelf in the attic huh?" She shifted her Fokus back to you and handed the book over. "here Pumpkinpie, the Book should contain all the information your copy had. Go on and learn a little, it's almost midnight already" she wore a Soft smile now. gazing into your Eyes. "We will start at 03:00 o'clock. Witching hour." You noded and made your way up to your room. Eagerly putting on the Hat and flipping through the pages to the demon of your Choice.

Back in the shop, Marlene and Your Grandma Shared a sigh, looking after their little girl practically running up the stairs. "Are you sure he didnt do anything with the book?" Marlene asked, having a sense of foreboding. Granny took Marlene's Hand in hers and squeezed a little. "Ah, don't worry dearest, I'm sure he wouldn't even notice.

But Alastor did notice. This was Bad. Very Bad

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artemisgrayy · 1 month

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It was also made for smoochin imo

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shambless-life-blog · 2 months

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I dont want to set the world on fire ~

I tried writing a fanfiction after a while :3

Also I know Al is Ace. Since Asexuality is a spectrum I took some research into that matter and used one interpretation in here. He is more Demi romantic asexual though. hope thats okay

Alastor didn't know what consequences this ritual would hold.

Looking back at it when he first arrived in Hell, he would do in again in a Heartbeat.

Looking back at his Deal now, with all the constraints, with how he has to fiddle around his Masters orders, he does regret not having thought about a backdoor clause.

Funny, it was so cold outside, and this rabbits blood was so warm.

Al came home and locked the door, quickly getting out of his tailored suit as to not ruin it with dish soap, or stain it with what he plans on doing later that night.

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"Have you added enough sage dear?"

"Yeah keep on laughing, but when our Client comes back and wears a pitchfork with his blue warts and Lizard eyes I will grill a Sandwich on the sltar they burn you on"

"Are you ready for the Ritual tonight?"

Are you? You should be. You have been prepared for this. You have weighed the consequences, You could live as a Normal Human like your Mother choose. Or you Choose Magic.

You did love Marlene for the way she made your Grandma loose her track of thought and her temper. How one bewitched the other without spells just with a look.

After a few moments of you puting the vials, two talismans and a parchment with the correct Rune in a small Box, you cleared your throat.

"The book?"

"Oh.What book?"

You sigh.

"The book about Demonology?"

silence

"The Book I need for Tonights ritual?"

silence.

"Your Book about Demonology wich I need to lend in Order to fullfill my Ritual and keep my powers even After my 6999 Day on earth?"

Both you and Marlene stare and Your Grandma.

"Spide-" "I gave it away."

This time, the silence came from you and Marlene

"Buying Whisky?" Marlene shook her head, letting go off your Grandma to look her in the Eyes. "yes." "I thought you gave the book to a child. "well yes. About ten years ago. Maybe eleven."

But Alastor did notice. This was Bad. Very Bad

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