*holds up fic like an offering* My gift.
White Wedding
Alastor X Fem Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ noble man's daughter reader(life), very old timey sexism, domestic abuse, all caps for shouting, arranged marriage, blood, reader snaps and it is delightful!, fluff, kiss 💋 ⚠
You sat in front of your vanity, brushing your hair as you were getting ready for a dance the Princess Charlie was hosting in the hotel.
Wilted roses sat in a vase by the open window, the air blowing your curtains slightly as the welcoming scent filled the room. The light glinting off something on your vanity caused you to pause.
It was the ring your ex husband gave you when alive.
You remembered it like it was yesterday.
Back when you still lived as an object, a trading tool for your father to use in political affairs. He even went as far as using you to try and get to the crown. Yes, you hated that man with every fiber of your being.
Habitually, you reached a hand over your shoulder to feel the scars on your back.
You remember everything..
.
"WHY CAN'T YOU DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!?", your father yelled as he lashed you.
"Mn!", you held back your scream, tears running down your face as you tried to get out of the maids hold that kept you in place.
You had failed to persuade a merchant to work with your father and now he was angry with you.
"YOU FUCKING USELESS WENCH!", he yelled and gave another lash with the clawed whip.
I want this to end.. You thought as he continued. Why am I still here? I should just end all of my suffering.
Another snap of the whip, another slash on your back.
"Enough.", your father decided and tossed the whip on the stone floor. "Get her cleaned but don't feed her supper or breakfast.", he walked away. "She hasn't earned her meals."
The maids loosened their hold on you and you felt dizzy from the blood loss, feeling yourself start to lean forward, falling on the cold stone.
I miss mother.. You thought before everything went dark.
You woke up in your bed the next morning, no doubt your father feigning sadness about your current state of health, him labeling you as his "fragile princess" to get sympathy from the other nobles.
Sitting up from your bed, you hissed at the burning sensation on your back.
Having been in his care alone for six years, you would have thought it would be nothing, but the pain was still unbearable.
Like clockwork, maids entered your room and prepared you for the day. Brushing your hair, applying powder and other cosmetics to your face, tightening your corset, putting on your shoes and a horridly large dress.
It screamed gentle and girly.
Someone is coming to visit.. You thought as the maids put on flower like jewelry.
The maids rushed you over to the dining room and opened the doors.
At the end of the table you saw your father talking to two unfamiliar men. He noticed you after you got closer to the table.
"There's my beautiful daughter! Come and introduce yourself.", he wore a convincing smile.
You walked closer and gave a curtsy, bowing your head as you introduced yourself to the gentlemen. "I hope both of you have had a pleasant morning so far."
When glancing at them, you could see lust glaze over there gazes.
Disgusting.
Your chair was pulled out by one of the servants and you sat down as they brought you a bowl of soup. As you waited for a glass of juice, you noticed that one of the visitors did not stop staring at you.
So did your father.
A few months later, you are notified of a wedding taking place in just a few days.
Your wedding.
"What?", you said in shock.
"You are going to marry soon, so finish up your lessons and take extra care of your skin. We don't want your value to lessen.", your father waved his hand to shoo you out of his office. "You will look best in a soft pearl white."
"No."
He looked up at you with annoyance.
"This isn't your choice, now go.", he said in an authoritative tone.
"I don't want to marry a man I don't know.", you pushed. "I want to fall in love and be happy! I want-!"
"WHAT YOU WANT DOESN'T MATTER!", he snapped. "YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER. MY PROPERTY. AND I WILL GET WHAT I AM OWED FOR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE!"
"NO!", you raised your voice. "I AM NOT AN OBJECT! I AM A PERSON AND I WILL BE TREATED AS SUCH!", you stomped your foot.
In a second he got up and was in front of you, giving you a slap across the face that made your head turn.
"YOU WILL LISTEN AND OBEY!", he shouted close your face.
Just like him, it only took you a second to strike back. You punched him in the nose, making him stagger back.
"NO! YOU WILL HEAR ME YOU BRUTE!", you growled. "I AM NOT A TOOL!"
That night you got the worst beating of your life that left you in bed for days.
In a flash, it was your wedding day.
You were being dressed up by bridesmaids your father picked out, bruises being covered with body paint and powder, lips being painted with a soft pink color. What you saw in the mirror was a portrait perfect bride, dressed in an elegant gown that any woman with a normal life would be happy to wear.
You hated it.
One of the girls sat you down on the chair in front of the vanity and started brushing your hair.
Then there was a knock on your door.
Turning to look you saw it was your older brother.
He traveled a lot and was oblivious to what your father had done to you over the years.
"Hey little sister.", your brother greeted.
"You're back..", was all you said before facing the vanity mirror.
"I've been away for so long and this is my greeting? You wound me.", he laughs as he enters the room.
"You cannot enter without the bride's permission!", one of your bridesmaids said.
"He is an acception. The rest of you leave us until I ask for you again.", you added and glared at the bridesmaid who spoke through the mirror.
The ladies nodded and left the room, the last one closing the door behind them. No doubt leaning against the door to eavesdrop on your conversation.
"You look wonderful.", he said and picked up the brush the bridesmaid left on the vanity table. "I bet your husband will be happy."
"I'm not happy..", you whispered.
"What?", he said and looked at your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "What do you mean? It's your wedding day, you should be beaming with joy!"
"I'm being sold off like cattle, why should I be happy about that.", you said, tired.
"What is your wish?", he asks you, parting your hair and taking the upper half to brush.
"To start again but in a different way.", you said, placing a hand to feel the middle part of your corset, just above your stomach to make sure there was enough space.
The both of you stayed quiet and he finished doing your hair, fastening your mother's hairpin into your bun, the bottom half of your hair cascading down into wavy curls.
"It's a nice day for a white wedding..", is all he said.
He walked out of the room and in that second you took out a hidden dagger from the back of the mirror, carefully sliding it between your corset and chemise.
The bridesmaids entered the room after you called them back in, and you acted like nothing happened, wearing the same blank stare.
After the vows, writing down your names, and the carriage ride, you arrived at the hall where all the dancing and cake serving would be held at. Your husband took your hand and guided you to the dance floor, both of you taking the time to greet the guest and thanking them for attending.
Then it was your brother's turn.
"I'm thankful to get to see you in a wedding dress.", he hugged you.
You hugged him back, but not with much care and gave him a pat on the back.
"I'm going to be right back, but just know things will get better.", your brother whispered to you before letting go and leaving the hall.
You just smiled and waited.
Finally it was time for the father daughter dance.
Your father was happy, no doubt excited to count his money and other offerings.
During the dance your father spoke to you.
"I have so much more gold thanks to you.", he smiled with a proud look. "Getting married isn't so bad. You'll learn to be a good wife and mother.", he said as you both spun. "Just like your mother, you will obey every word your husband says."
The orchestra finished and both of you bowed to each other.
It was then that you took out the dagger and stabbed your father in the stomach. He gave a shout in surprise, gabbing your shoulder to hold onto.
"I'm so happy.", you whispered in his ear and shoved him back, watching as he landed on his back with a thud in the middle of the dance floor.
One of the guests screamed.
A few people started rushing over, some going to your father and the others trying to grab the dagger from your hands.
It was like dancing to your own music as you sliced and stabbed through the crowd. Screams and blood everywhere. The other guests, spectators until you turned to face them. Running out of the hall in fear of you going after them. The giant hall now empty and void of any life but you.
A laugh escaped from your lips as you stared down at your hands.
Your beautifully blood covered hands.
The blood shining off of the blade that made your heart race in excitement.
You laughed as you danced on top of the bloody corpses, wedding dress utterly drenched in your victims blood, now completely red.
White was for innocence.
But red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red. You thought and closed your eyes in bliss as you twirled. Oh red.
Red was your favorite.
There was a gasp.
Twirling to face the person, you saw that it was your dear older brother in the doorway of the dance hall.
"What have you done?", he said in horror.
You smiled.
"I've started my life again."
.
"Darling?"
You jumped in surprise, dropping your brush as you looked behind you to see your demonic love, the Radio Demon.
"Alastor.", you smiled. "I did not hear you enter."
"Forgive me dearest.", he walked over and picked up your hairbrush. "I used my shadows to enter your chambers, I forgot to knock."
"It is alright.", you replied and faced the mirror again.
The demon in red began to brush your hair, which made you hum in content.
"What had you in such a daze? Usually you are quite alert and aware of your surroundings.", Alastor asked as he started to put your hair up.
"I remembered one of the happiest days of my life.", you answered. "My lovely red wedding, just seconds before my death."
"Ah, yes.", he hummed. "I quite like that tale of yours. How I wish I could have seen you dance, covered in blood..", he trailed off and finished your hair, placing a red hair jeweled pin in your hair, making sure it matched your red dress perfectly. "We should have our own red wedding."
"Are you purposing?", you asked, glancing back at him.
"Would you like to get married to me?", he asked, placing his hands on your upper arms as he leaned down to place a kiss on the side of your neck.
Glancing at the old ring, you picked it up and tossed it out the open window.
"I would very much like to marry the sinister man I fell in love with."
Helping you stand, Alastor spun you into a dip before giving you a long kiss on the lips.
You felt a weight on your finger and peeked to see a beautifully crafted ring with a blood red gem. Alastor wearing a matching ring, but more his style.
Parting, both of you smiled at each other.
"Let's join the others! I heard that Charlie had invited Rosie as well, we can tell her the news together. She will be thrilled!", he began to ramble as he pulled you back up.
Linking arms, you both made your way to the dance hall.
This was my late night draft, my creation of insanity.
~Seline, the person.
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Halloween Special 🎃
Sung Jin Woo
You brought the handheld mirror closer to your face as Jin-Ah finished the last of the of the light red paint on your face.
“Andddd… done! What do you think, Y/n?”
You admired the makeup Jin-Ah had painstakingly painted on for the celebration of Halloween. The white cracks… “glowing” effect… it was all perfect.
“Amazing as always, Jin-Ah.”
You stroked her hair as she beamed. Jin-Ah scampered off to go put on her costume, you felt grateful for the fact that she had put so much time and effort into your look and sent a quick Jin-Ho to treat her extra nicely.
Just as you sent the text off there was a knock on the door, startling you.
“Sarang? Are you ready yet?”
You looked down at your costume, ensuring that your dark cloak was in place. Once you confirmed it was, you made your way to open the door.
“Tada!”
You said cheerfully opening the door to Jin-Woo’s now confused face.
“What are you supposed to be, Y/n-ah?” He questioned, wrapping his arms around you to bring you closer.
You pouted jokingly, “Can’t you tell? I’m Tusk.”
At the sound of your voice, the wandering shadow who was one of the three designated bodyguard for the night looked at you.
“Oh, then what am I supposed to be?” Jin-Woo pointed to himself.
“Yourself.” You replied frankly. “Your costume is nothing more than your average day drip.”
The look of confusion return but he asked nothing about your vocabulary.
You gently took yourself out of Jin-Woo’s arms and round up pillow cases handing them out to Beru, Bellion, and Tusk, who was quite happy to see your costume.
“Alrighty, shall we head out then?”
Jaehwan
“There’s nothing to celebrate Halloween though?” Jaehwan looked at you perplexed when you brought up the idea.
“C’mon you’re the new Castellan. Surely the cook is willing spare some sweet and the servants can spookify the place a bit.”
“They would even know what if would be for and it would take a lot of time explaining it to them.” He said and around began walking off into another direction, sensing a new challenger.
“But if we did, it would be worth it.” You said slightly jogging to keep up with his fast strides. “And it would make me happy.” You added which abruptly stopped him in his tracks.
“It would?”
Your eyes twinkled. “Yep, extremely.”
Jaehwan let out a drawn out sigh.
“Then I guess we coul-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you were already running in the opposite direction, shouting “Happy Halloween!” at everyone you passed by making them wonder what was wrong with the Castellan’s significant other.
Yohan Seo
Yohan felt the awkwardness in the room increase as your fixation on his mouth did too.
For the past half an hour you had been staring into his mouth, comparing his fangs to the ones you had bought at an extremely high price.
“Unbelievable. Unforgivable.” He heard you say as you backed out of his mouth.
“My heart, what is it?” Yohan worriedly questioned as he snapped his jaw shut.
“The universe is unfair so just bite me already and take my melancholy as a mortal away.” You said, grief taking over your features.
This really had him worried he quickly carried you over to the velvet lovesick in the corner of the room.
“Although I would be happy to under normal circumstances, are you alright, love? Are you hurt? Sick?”
You slumped back. “None of those but a fool. So much money… gone and wasted… for something that looks no more real than a kid’s toy.”
He inspected the fake fangs in your hand. Sure they weren’t incredibly detailed but they weren’t that bad either, but he figured that your constant exposure to real ones influenced your thoughts to this situation. Secondly, he wasn’t quite sure as to why money was a problem when he had made it clear many times what was his was yours.
Yohan would have reinstated this had he not practically see you soul leaving your depressed form.
He scrambled to pick you up. “Don’t be like that, dear. I’m sure Levi can do something to help.”
The light of life faintly returned to your eyes.
“Really?” Your tone was hopeful.
Yohan felt a weight remove itself from his still heart.
“Yes, I’ll have her fix up something better for our Halloween outing tonight.”
The light had fully bloomed into a firework.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” You exclaimed burying yourself into his figure.
A light blush appeared on his features as he returned the affection.
“It’s no problem at all. Happy Halloween, my darling.”
A/N: Happy Halloween! Remember be safe, be in groups, don’t follow strangers, carefully inspect candy before eating, don’t trust strangers, have some know your whereabouts at all times, don’t enter anyone’s house (unless it’s a party, then avoid leaving last and by yourself), and keep aware of your surrounding and other people around you at all times! Enjoy your Halloween. Also Yohan is not with Levi when I write for him ( ◕‿‿◕ )
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Yohan Seo Headcanons
Child Yohan
Your relationship exists inside in private and just disappears in public according to his wishes
I would ignore in public a lot in hopes the bullies don’t come for you and prays you understand, if you not he will explain it to you in a more private area
Major self esteem issues due to the bullying as well
If he doesn’t want to talk about it, don’t force him and just be there for him he probably won’t open up about it but will appreciate nonetheless
Constant homework dates at your house
While baby Hayan knows him as ‘oppa’ she calls you ‘unnie’ after hastily being corrected by Yohan that you weren’t ‘oppa’s wife’
When he gets beat up he often waits for some swelling to go down so it doesn’t look as bad even when you insist he should find you right away
At this point in time you’re quite literally his ray of light in the darkness
Fake Personality Yohan
He talks about you to Hayan as if you were the best thing to ever happen to both of them (which he isn’t wrong about)
I can see the granny telling Hayan not to try to steal away from someone as beautiful as you
If you are a vampire he will still talk about you but will be extremely cautious and carefully when you are there physically
Whether or not you know his true identity or past he will have you attached at the hip for both your safety and because he likes it that way
Yohan is much more confident and open with his affection
He will absolutely call you cheesy pet names like “honey” and “sweetie”
If you don’t know about his true identity and personality he feels a bit bad because he feels like he manipulating and lying to you but feels a little better knowing that the love he has for you isn’t fake.
When he leaves, he’s 100% taking you with him regardless
True Yohan
He still loves you immensely but isn’t as cheesy or sunshine about it
Instead he’s more intimate with it
Ex: long hours of just staring at you and admiring your beauty, stroking and caressing you absentmindedly, or just telling you how much he loves you when the moon lights your face perfectly
Dates aren’t very outdoorsy and instead are usually kept in seclusion where neither of you will be bothered
In public he’s quite literally your shadow, he’s watching you everywhere, all the time, and attached to you stronger than superglue
Even in private he’s incredibly attentive to everything about you
He still is hyper fixated on his goal but he’s not going to fully set you aside for them as you are part of it whether you are or aren’t a vampire
You are kept an absolute secret for your own safety and for the safety of his own heart
Overall he’s 11/10 and your treated as if your the most priceless thing in the world
A/N: I finally got this finished ( ◕‿‿◕ )
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