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shreyamistry · 9 months

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"I fought so hard to get you and thank god I can finally rest." For Becca x MC

Pairing: Becca x MC

Prompt: “I fought so hard to get you and thank god I can finally rest.”

Word Count: 2400+

Summary: Becca and Jennifer throw a housewarming party in their new apartment, celebrating getting a new apartment and Becca’s five year anniversary of becoming a lawyer. The girls find themselves dancing, talking, and reminiscing on the good ol’ times.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you like it 🫶🏻🩷

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“Cheers!”

A group of young adults clink their glasses together, all of them sharing bright smiles before throwing back shots of tequila and whiskey, a few grimaces and a few excited whoops following the shots. All of the friends jittery with excitment, everyone being ecstatic to see one another after all this time separated from one another.

“I can’t believe Becca’s been officially licensed for five years.” Kaitlyn grins, her black hair in a signature braid as she wrangles it into her standard of perfection. She is adorned with a glittering green crop top and high waisted black jeans that look stunning on her.

Jennifer nods happily, “I’m so proud of her. She’s worked so hard, she truly deserves it.”

“Agreed,” Chris adds. He straightens the cuffs of his rolled up sleeves, the red button up making his eyes shimmer in the lowlights of Becca’s new penthouse that her and Jen shared. “This house warming party is amazing.”

“Actually, it's a lawyer housewarming party, don’t forget?” Zack teases, his signature yellow blazer dazzling in the lights that flash around them.

“Don’t start,” Abbie glares with a playful smile, “James how’s the New York Times best selling author AND Broadway’s Newest hit play writer doing?”

“Things are great,” He beams, “I’m grateful. Zig, how is the charity foundation you started?”

Zig grins, “Not to brag but we’re doing amazing. Thanks again for the donation, bro.” Zig smirks at Chris who shrugs nonchalantly, holding back a smile at the praise. If Jennifer didn’t know better, she’d say Chris was almost blushing and the look the two guys shared gave her pause to consider it. Noticing her gaze, Zig quickly looks away, almost looking like a deer caught in headlights. “It means a lot, man. Speaking of, where’s Tyler?”

Abbie shrugs, steering the conversation away from him - though the pair are doing well she hates being the topic of conversation with Tyler, she knows how annoying they were in college from time to time. The group talks for a while longer, everyone exchanging stories about their lives, smiles and congratulations on the steps to becoming their best possible lives this far down the line. Everything from their careers, new friends, dates they’ve been on, plans for the future, and the times they’ve visited each other and hijinks they got up to together. It reminds Jennifer perfectly of their college experiences.

Jennifer can’t help herself from beaming hearing how amazing all of her friends are doing and she’s so grateful for Becca for flying everyone to their brand new apartment to celebrate how far they’ve come as a couple, careerwise and personal. She hugs her arms to her chest feeling full and rejuvenated; lacking even an essence of a worry in the world.

Her fingers straighten out her dress, a plunging neckline with glittering shimmers of purple adorned all over the extravagant purple evening gown. She hopes Becca likes it, she bought it specifically to surprise her fiance and excite her. She feels on top of the world, a wonderful journalism career in which she couldn’t even name all the celebrities she met on one hand and a loving fiance who spent every high and every low with her over the years. She misses simpler times like college, watching The Crown and The Flame with Abbie and Kaitlyn, sneaking out with Becca at night, and hanging out with Chris and Zig enjoying each other’s company.

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Becca finds herself on the second floor of her marvel of an apartment, the place decorated artfully with money she’s earned. It brings her the most pride knowing she did all of this and achieved so much since losing her family fortune and starting her own career and financial plan devoid of her parents. Financial freedom is freeing for her and being able to help her friends when they need it and finding herself financially stable enough to take pro-bono cases to support women in need makes her burst with pride. She did this. With the help of her friends and her loving fiance.

She beams as she stands next to Madison the pair talking over glasses of wine. Crystal glasses with gold tips she got as a promotional gift from her law firm, finally excited to be able to use them for the first time. It’s a step up from being in the sorority house throwing back fruity drinks in red solo cups with frat boys trying entirely too hard to get their attention and make them swoon. Becca never felt interested, she’d rather be alone than deal with any more masculine energy than Chris.

It almost makes her laugh, thinking of being in college fighting with Jennifer over Chris only to find out the two wanted each other and not some stupid boy she was obsessed with being with for the sake of her public image. She wonders how much more fun college would’ve been if she met Jennifer sooner, stopped caring as harshly for her public image, or even gave her a chance sooner. She was grateful for the time she has with Jennifer and wouldn’t trade it for the world and she loves their little fairytale romance as is, but she does like to let her mind wander to what ifs and what could’ve been with one another sooner.

“Wordsworth Puppington isn’t taking to the move well,” Madison explains with a smile, “he’s confused. Not as confused as me. My boyfriend starts talking and all I hear is blah blah blah. Like sure I majored in volcanology but that doesn’t mean anything.”

Becca laughs sweetly, “I’m sure Wordsworth will adjust. It’s new. Mr Whiskers is having a hard time adjusting to moving here as well, they just need time.”

“Maybe,” She sighs, “I’m just so happy to see you.”

Madison throws herself around Becca, pulling her into the tightest hug Becca’s ever gotten, it knocks the breath out of her for a second. Becca sighs, despite herself she’s smiling and holding Madison tightly back. She shakes her head trying to hide the smile that refuses to part from her lips. This would be their fourth? Fifth? Maybe the sixth hug they’ve had since they found each other five mere minutes ago.

“Alright alright, you’re wrinkling my outfit.” Becca grins. “Madison I can’t tell you how much I love living in New York. This two floor penthouse is amazing and there’s so much room. Fit for a queen, such as myself.”

Madison laughs sweetly, “I’m happy for you, Becs.”

“I should go find my other half, talk later?” Becca smiles, taking Madison’s hand in her own with a comforting squeeze.

“Of course, maybe you can explain parking tickets to me when you get back?”

Becca sighs, shaking her head. “You worry me.”

She pulls away, giving a confused Madison a sweet smile before descending the staircase down to the main floor of their penthouse. Her hands glide along the smooth gold plated railing, bracing her every step with her high heels slowing her down only slightly. She could do heels in mud, rain, snow, and sleet but put a staircase and she’s nearly tripping down the steps. She shakes her head to herself glancing out at the party looking for the only person that matters to her.

She notices Kaitlyn first, as Kaitlyn is headbanging to her own song over the sound system. Leave it to the #1 best selling lesbian rocker to jam out to her own music in public, Becca thinks to herself with only a tinge of judgment. Mostly she was proud of Kaitlyn for finding her own place in the world and enjoying her life. Though, because Becca is a woman of tact and sophistication she would never give Kaitlyn the satisfaction of a compliment nor would Kaitlyn know that she listens to her CDs in her car.

As her feet find solid ground, her eyes follow Kaitlyn to Chris, Zig, James, Zack, Abbie, and Tyler, before finally settling on the only woman she wanted to see now and forever, Jennifer. Her heart races in her chest seeing the way the purple dress hugs her curves, the way her legs look so shiny in the nylons she wore and the golden heart necklace around her neck that she bought for her. She takes a moment to admire the way Jennifer looks, blushing to herself about ogling her fiance so publicly.

Becca bounds forward, her hand falling onto the small of Jennifer’s back with a devious smile tugging at her lips.

“Hey gorgeous,” She whispers sweetly.

Jennifer laughs sweetly, “You like?”

“Love.” Becca answers seduction on the tip of her tongue, “You are divine tonight. As you are every night, otherwise we wouldn’t be together of course.”

“Oh as if,” Jennifer giggles pushing on Becca’s arm, “You say I look gorgeous with my messy hair and the ugliest sleep pajamas from college that I refuse to throw out because Kait bought them for me.”

“Only because you’re perfect all the time.” Becca grins, “I’m a woman of class. And you’re a woman of my stature.”

“They were great pajamas and on sale.” Kaitlyn smiles at them.

Jennifer only laughs.

“Care for a dance, my queen?” Becca offers her free hand to Jennifer. Jennifer eagerally clasps her own hands around Becca’s grinning sweetly. Becca smiles at her friends with a quick greeting, before whisking Jennifer away to the dance floor. Friends from colleges, friends from work, and friends they’ve met during their journey dance and mingle with one another.

Becca twirls Jennifer around, eyeing the way Jennifer looks tonight, noting the way her dress twirls around with her. Jennifer can’t help the giggle that leaves her lips, letting herself be twirled and admired before being pulled back into her grasp. The few ballads Kaitlyn has released with her bands somehow magically begins to play as they continue to dance around.

Becca catches Kaitlyn’s glance who thumbs up at her, her eyes rolling with a smile despite herself she appreciates the gesture immensely. Her hands fall into place on Jennifer’s hips, Jennifer’s own wrapping around Becca’s neck holding her closer to herself. She breathes out a breath of relief, swaying slowly to the music as couples do the same around them.

“Tonight’s perfect Becca.” Jennifer hums, her breath warm against Becca’s skin. Goosebumps traverse up her arms at the feeling of warmth on her skin. She can’t help the way her body reacts to Jennifer’s touch. Her fiance’s touch was perfect and sweet. Even after all these years she doesn't think she could ever tire of being held or touched by her one true love. “It’s so nice seeing everyone together. Chris invited us to his pro game this weekend.”

“Sure, sure, sure.” Becca agrees mindlessly, her mind lost in Jennifer’s eyes.

“You’re not listening are you?” Jennifer laughs.

She nods her head no. “I’m distracted tonight.”

“In a good way?” Jennifer asks, her voice sweet with worry.

Becca smiles, “Yes. I love you so much, you know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you love me, right?”

“With my heart and soul. What’s this about Becca?” Jennifer’s eyes wrinkle with worry, looking over Becca’s face. Becca only beams, no worry, no thoughts astray, she’s only happy and secure in this moment. She glances away to look at their friends drinking and talking. Tyler and Abbie on the dance floor around them and her heart surges in her chest.

“Do you ever think about us?” She inquired, “I do. Like our college shelves. I remember being so stuck up and condescending, well still am sometimes but not as much.” She laughs to herself. “I just think about how much it took for us to get together.”

“I wouldn’t change it for the world, you know?” Jennifer hums. “I love everything about us. I love our awkward first dates, the way we used to flirt and sound and look so stupid.”

Becca laughs, “I was never stupid, thank you very much.”

“Agree to disagree.”

“If being a lawyer taught me anything, that never works.” Becca grins, “I just - I don’t know Jen.” She glances around the party, the music a little too loud but the energy is high spirited and fun. “I fought so, so hard to get you and honestly just thank god I can finally rest. Everything is so easy, I don’t feel like I have to try so hard to impress you. I don’t have to have the ice queen exterior I was so eloquently anointed with back in the day.”

“You didn’t even have to fight that hard,” Jennifer grins, “I was putty the second you even gave me the time of day.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Becca smiles, “What if we eloped tomorrow?”

“What?” Jennifer asks, “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead.” Becca offers, “I’m tired of waiting. Everyone’s here, it’s been YEARS since I finally proposed to you. I want this so bad. I want to be your wife. I don’t want to be your fiance anymore, I just want you to be Jennifer Emily Davenport more than anything in the entire world.”

There’s a silence between them, both staring at each other.

“Yes.” Jennifer laughs, “Yes, yes, yes, yes-”

Becca cuts Jennifer off with a kiss, her hands firmly holding Jennifer close to her body. Jennifer tastes sweet as Becca delights in the flavor of raspberry on her mouth, savoring the taste, the sounds, and smell of Jen against her. She groans as Becca’s nips at her lower lip before soothing over the skin with her tongue.

Jennifer draws Becca even closer. Her head tilting as Becca’s fingers trail up her neck, forcing her head to side. Becca breaks the kiss reluctantly, letting herself kiss down to Jennifer’s jaw before letting herself delve lower onto Jen’s neck. Hands now brush hair away as she kisses against Jen’s neck eagerly. Jen groans, breathing heavily as Becca dominates her letting Becca have her way with her.

Becca pulls away with a grin, watching Jennifer pout with disappointment. Becca’s hands cup Jennifer’s cheeks looking deeply into her eyes. She leans in, letting her forehead bump against Jennifer's, the girls breathlessly grinning at one another. She sighs with delight as their noses brush together.

“Are you sure you want to elope?” Jennifer coos.

Becca grins, “Yes. We can get to the courthouse early and wear white. Have Madison sign as my witness, Kaitlyn as yours, and we can officially get married. Then all of us can come back here and celebrate. Or go to dinner. I do not care at all. I want to be your wife immediately. I don’t want to wait anymore, we can have a public party with your family and mine later.”

“Yes.” Jennifer smiles. “Becca and Jennifer Davenport.”

“Has a beautiful ring to it, huh?” Becca smiles, Jennifer nods against her. Lips capturing lips, kissing her again in excitement knowing the rest of their lives will be as glamorous and beautiful as right now.

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vividachromatic · 1 month

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Meant To Stay The Worst - Pt. 4

Desc: Alastor meets Reader's father for the first time and asks him for her hand in marriage

Alastor x reader

Tags: ongoing, marriage, confessions / proposals, manipulation and toxic relationships, canon typical violence and language

(<- Pt. 3 -- Pt. 5 -> )

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So, today Alastor would meet your father...

You'd like to tell yourself you didn't care about your father's approval at all, but that wouldn't be true.

Of course, you'd still be together with whoever you wanted to be regardless of his opinion; but you still hoped your father would finally accept any of the decisions you made.

You already told your father that you were dating someone and you wanted the two of them to meet.

You thought he'd be extremely happy about the fact that this may finally be a chance to get you out of the house, but for some reason, he didn't really seem that happy about it.

When Alastor and you arrived at your father's property he was surprised to see several employees bowing to the two of you and politely greeting you.

"Miss Y/N, I am glad to see that you are back. The lord is already awaiting you..." one of the workers of the place gave you a quick bow and handed you a key. Despite her words, she didn't even look at the two of you, not seeming to actually care if you were there or not.

You just nodded wordlessly and used the key to let yourself in. Alastor was confused by the way your... 'home' seemed to work. It was cold. It seemed more like a workplace or a company.

When the two of you entered the house you gave him a shy smile and spread your arms wide to sarcastically present him the extravagant hallway. "We're here. Yay..."

"Oh Y/N, you're finally back! Oh? So that's the guy you're fucking, huh? Interesting..." a man only a few years older than you chuckled - looking eerily similar to you, while walking down the stairs.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at him when the man - your brother... - stepped way too close to him.

"So that's what you're into. You should've told me earlier and I could have arranged something!" Your brother Ashton laughed, "Though I always thought you were more on the other side of the spectrum, if you know what I mean..."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Is that what you want to talk about? Really? Because I can-" You started but got interrupted when Ashton pressed a hand on your mouth. "Shut up sweetheart, okay? Shut up."

You slapped his hand away from your face with a glare. He just rolled his eyes and turned around to go to his room again.

There was a lot of drama going on in your family in the last couple of weeks... The fiance of your lovely cousin Maria cheated on her. With a man... Your brother.

The engagement was called off immediately, though barely anyone knew the exact reason why. Maria was probably too embarrassed to admit the actual reason. Same-sex relationships were way too controversial in your time.

You obviously always knew that your brother and Alan - one of your oldest acquaintances (and Maria's fiance) were gay.

You didn't really care for all the drama or your brother's and your cousin's love life. Though him sticking his nose into yours was kind of bold considering his situation.

Alastor raised an eyebrow at your little dispute, but you just quietly shook your head, signaling him to not worry about it.

Then, finally, the two of you entered the dining hall.

It was way bigger and more pretentious than Alastor thought was necessary. Though he could respect a man who had his priorities straight. Speaking of who...

When your father entered the room, Alastor noticed you immediately straightening your posture.

The man had a cold look on his face as he looked Alastor up and down.

But Alastor didn't seem fazed at all. He stepped closer to the man and held out his hand to him.

"Mister L/N, it is an honor to be meeting you. My name is Alastor." The two men shook hands, which was followed by an awkward moment of silence with your father scrutinizing Alastor and him fixing his suit.

You had to admit Alastor had to either be an extremely good actor or he just really didn't give too many fucks about your father's opinion. Either way his ability to not be intimidated by him was quite impressive.

Your father invited the two of you to sit down, explaining the cooks will have the food ready soon.

And when the food finally arrived - after another extremely long and awkward silence - Alastor seemed delighted. It did seem to be quite an expensive meal, at least. However, the seasonings were a little lackluster compared to what he was used to.

"So, Alastor. What is it you do for a living?" Your father asked.

And so, a moment of your father asking Alastor questions and him answering with a grin started. It was kinda odd watching the two of them - both seemed extremely calculated and like there was always some underlying message in their words. All in all, it was just a lot of passive-aggressiveness.

When you were at the point where you were pretty sure they actually hated each other you excused yourself to the bathroom. Though you hated to leave the two of them alone with each other, you just couldn't take it anymore.

When you returned to them, the only wish you had was that no one died, but what actually happened was even more surprising.

Your father smiled.

He. fucking. smiled. At Alastor.

And he patted him on the shoulder like a proud father would to his son.

Beyond shocked, you tried to look at the clock on the wall or pinch yourself or look for any other clues that you may just be in some kind of fucked-up lucid dream.

But you didn't find any. Then your father looked at you and nodded in approval.

As you were currently trying not to die of a heart attack from complete shock - Alastor stepped at your side and pulled you towards him by the waist. "I'm going to return home again now, but I will call you by the end of the day if that is alright with you?" He asked.

"I... uh, sure." You answered and after giving you a quick kiss on the cheek Alastor left, the staff leading him outside.

Now you were alone in the room with your father.

God... this was embarrassing. You were about to leave and go to your room when your father spoke. "You like this man, don't you?"

You froze.

"I- uh guess... No, I... I do." You answered, your face turning even more red than before.

Your father nodded. "Good for you. Stick with a person you really like, alright?"

You were confused by his sudden honest advice but nodded.

When you returned to your room that night you continued wondering about what the hell Alastor and your father were talking about, while you were gone until you fell asleep.

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"It's unlike you to not bring a radio." You grinned at Alastor. Both of you were sitting on a picnic blanket together. Just like on your first date.

But this time he hadn't prepared the food on his own, but both of you had, together.

Alastor gave you a small smile after your statement, but it was more hesitant than usual. "Do you know why?" He asked you.

You blinked at him perplexed. "Uh... no?"

He smiled, "Being a radio host is something I love doing. And it's also a mask I can hide behind. You could say it's something like my persona... But I don't feel like I have to act like my persona in front of you."

Touched by his words you took his hand in yours and looked into his eyes. He looked back into yours and smiled. You knew Alastor pretty well at this point, so you knew by now that most of his smiles were fake. It was a mask he wore to always appear in control of a situation.

But in his eyes, you could see that he actually meant to smile at you at this moment.

"I'm not sure I can ever completely disable it. But I want to try. For you." He added, genuinely.

Alastor was a prideful man, but he not only admitted his weakness in front of you, but he also promised to try to do better for you. You weren't sure if anyone else would get it like the two did, but you knew this meant really much to him right now. And you were grateful.

He now took both of your hands in his. "I'm going to be honest with you now... because I know I can be with you. I always thought love was stupid. But I don't think that anymore; ever since I met you. And even if it was, I'd think it's okay as long as I can be with you. Meeting you was the was best thing that happened in my entire life. And you accepting to be with me was more than I could ever ask for. Especially when you continued to stay with me through... things no one would have. I love you, Y/N. And I am sure of that now."

You felt a lump inside your throat at his extremely sweet and honest words. Trying to blink away tears, you cleared your throat to respond but Alastor stopped you with a finger on your mouth.

Then he pulled something out of his pocket and kneeled in front of you.

Your eyes widened in shock.

"Y/N.... I love you. And I would like to spend my entire life with you. And I promise that I would tear apart heaven and hell for you, if you only asked me to. Please stay with me and be my partner forever and I will be yours. Y/N L/N... Will you marry me?"

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You covered your mouth with your hand in disbelief and tears started actually welling up your eyes now.

You never actually thought you'd react so stereotypically. But that was probably because you never thought you'd actually love someone that much. So much, that you wanted to bind yourself to them by law. And form a family with them.

But you did. Being expected to stay with him forever and have a family is something that you want now. With him.

"I... I-" Your voice broke and you started crying. Alastor gave you a gentle smile and held your face in his hand. "Darling?"

"I- I do..." you whispered, with tears streaming down your face now. Alastor smiled softly, wiping them away with his thumb and kissing you on your cheek, then your nose, and then your mouth. Then he pulled away with a soft smile again.

"I love you..." He whispered, sliding the engagement ring on your finger.

You smiled at each other, then you kissed again.

In this moment you thought that every struggle in your life had been worth it, just so you could live until this moment.

The two of you stayed like this together for a while.

In a park, underneath a big tree with pink flowers. You leaned your head against Alastor's shoulder - imagining to be together with him for the rest of your life now. Just like he asked you to.

After a while, the two of you had to get up though. After packing together all of your things Alastor smiled at you with pure love in his eyes, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

He was so gentle with you, always.

Then the two of you walked back, him planning to bring you to your house.

But on your way, you were interrupted... by someone you knew all too well.

A tall, blonde boy recognized you and walked towards Alastor and you with confidence.

"Actually, let's go that way." You said, dragging Alastor in the opposite direction, the one you were just coming from.

But it was no use.

"Y/N!!" You heard the voice of the very person you were trying to hide from right behind you.

Annoyed you sighed and turned towards him. "Heyy... Alan..! What are you doing here?" He would never be downtown by his own choice.

"What do you mean? Even I sometimes mingle around... peasants." He said while looking around the place with a raised eyebrow.

Yeah, you highly doubted that. But why would he be here then?

He cleared his throat. "My fair maiden, Y/N. Let us unite in the bond of marriage-"

"Woah, okay....!" You interrupted him and stared at him dumbfounded. "...Are you fucking kidding me?"

You certainly never expected to be proposed to twice. On a single day.

Alan tried to stay composed and just answered: "Please, watch your language fair maiden-"

"What the hell? What are you trying to do..?!" You asked irritated. But when you thought about it some more you realized it.

He blew his chance to marry your cousin Maria - and his parents pressured him to marry into your family in at least some way.

Although he had an affair with your brother, their relationship wasn't socially accepted, so officially marrying you would be the smartest move on his part.

And since you were chronically single, he probably thought this wouldn't be a problem.

But you just had to suddenly be in a relationship, when it was important to him for you not to be. You never had been in a relationship before... so why now??

That's what he thought at least. You on the other hand were just embarrassed by his proposal.

Obviously, both of you weren't actually interested in the other, but even besides that: you two knew each other since you were children. And you were a year older than he was and still remembered when he was just a spoiled little brat - which he still is - but even besides that, he was just a kid to you. Or like... an annoying younger sibling you want to cut contact with.

You felt Alastor tense next to you, the grip on your hand tightening.

God...

Alastor has always been the possessive type, so this definitely won't go well, if this conversation continues.

Alan noticed Alastor's angry glare and gave him a cocky grin. "My apologies, didn't see you there. Who is this? Are you Y/N's friend?"

Great. Now it definitely felt like the aura around Alastor was darkening.

"Alan... please stop your antics. Even if I wasn't engaged now," you showed him your ring to further demonstrate your point, "I would rather die."

Alan furrowed his eyebrows, trying not to look irritated at your statement.

"Always the feisty one. We always did have so much in common-"

"Come on, we both know the only thing you like about me is my brother."

Now his grin finally faded and he glared at you.

So that finally hit a nerve...

"Okay, you listen now Missy: I wanted to make this easy for all of us, but if you want to play dirty - I can play dirty." Now he directed his gaze at Alastor, "You are just some no-name and you do not belong in this family."

You expected Alastor to get even angrier, but to your surprise, he just seemed amused by the boy's speech. "Actually, I am a famous radio host!" Alastor retorted.

"Really? So, why have I never heard of you then?" Alan asked while crossing his arms.

"Obviously, because you're uncultured." Alastor grinned.

"Oh, you're calling me uncultured?! You little-" Alan gritted his teeth but held back from actually insulting Alastor, who just raised his brow at him. "Listen, I mean this in the kindest way possible: back off or you'll regret it."

At that Alastor just straight up laughed in his face. "You're going to make me regret it? How so?" He hummed.

"Glad you asked." Alan pulled out some neatly folded papers from his pocket. After he carefully unfolded them he read: "The evil serial killer of Louisiana. Probably a man in his 20s to 30s, is suspected to also have killed the previously most popular radio-star of the area. Strangely, this gave rise to Alastor - the now most popular radio-star of the same area, who has publicly declared his dislike for the man even before his death. Maybe we should look into this a little more, hm? Especially since I've noticed that the free time of this certain new radio-star perfectly fits with the times the killer's victims had been killed."

You blinked in surprise, while Alastor's expression didn't change.

"This is no proof. Also, it's impossible, Alastor and I have been together in his free time." You immediately defended him.

"All of his free time?" Alan raised a brow and smirked.

"Yeah..." you lied.

Alan just rolled his eyes, "Look, I really don't care. And I bet the police won't care too much about concrete evidence either with people like him."

God, he was gonna pay for that comment...

You released Alastor's hand and clenched your fists in anger. But before you could step any closer to the man Alastor stopped you with a smile - his eyes radiating malice.

"Let me handle this, darling."

Oh shit.

Alastor stepped close to Alan, who just rolled his eyes and chuckled. "What are you going to do? Hit me?"

Alastor didn't respond and you saw him ball his right hand into a fist. Alan saw that and tried backing off, but was interrupted by Alastor's fist colliding with his jaw at full force.

He immediately fell to the ground with a loud thud. People started gathering around you now to see what was happening.

Alan let out pained moans and covered his face with his hands, you saw droplets of blood falling to the ground from Alan's face.

Shit, this must have hurt really really bad. Alastor is physically a lot stronger than he looks, because of his hobby as a... hunter.

Even you felt a little sorry for the boy now.

Alastor didn't though and just wiped his hand on his coat.

"Fuck, you... you broke my nose!" Alan shouted angrily looking up at him while holding his nose.

Alastor just smiled and calmly leaned down to cower over him. Alan immediately shut up and his eyes widened. "Let this be a warning, boy. But if you bother us again, I will make you wish you were never even born in the same universe as me. Do you understand that?" Alastor whispered calmly.

Alan looked like he was about to actually shit his pants - too scared to even nod. Alastor then grabbed the papers from his hands and tore them in half in front of his eyes. "And you better not tell a single soul about your little discoveries."

Then he got up and cleared his throat, returning to your side with a smile and taking your hand in his.

Everyone around you was silent, besides a few people whispering.

"Anyway... How about we eat Jambalaya this evening? We can cook it together, I heard my mother and you spent some time together to learn her recipe."

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A/N:

I actually didn't expect to write that much for the living world, but yeah. I'm like rewatching Hazbin Hotel for the 8929383 time and FINALLY want to write reader's relationship with Charlie, Angel, Demon Alastor, etc.

Btw, Maria and Ashton and Alan... our little oc side characters will maybe even be there in hell! Yay..?

Also, I'm sure this goes without saying, but if you want to imagine some things differently you always can. This is obviously just my own self-indulgent story, even when I try to water things down to make this as reader-neutral as possible.

You can always give me suggestions as long as the story is going on! Right now I'm thinking about whether or not to give Alastor and reader a child before they die. They have a relatively traditional relationship during that time and Alastor is 23 rn and dies with 30+ so the possibility would be pretty high. Tell me your opinions, please, if you have time.

Thank you guys for reading! I'm greatful for all of your support, I mean it(: Thank you for leaving likes and comments. It keeps me motivated.

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