#x reader writer

[cryptidghostgirl]

hiii can i request a silly little scene i have in my head? ok so!

alastor x wife! reader- theyve been together since they were alive, legit partners in crime they both encouraged eachother to kill and when they reunited in hell after around 8 years they were independent once again UNTIL They got in trouble with Lilith and she took reader to be like her slave until Alastor finished helping Charie with her dream (until he helped prove that demons can be redeemed) so they didnt see each other for another 7 years (his absence)

And all throughout the first season hes like “I miss my wife, Husk. I miss her a lot” (while drunk-) like that one sonic dub meme and starts shaping his shadow creature into reader and talking to it and everyone is like “m yep he’s officially lost it.”

BUT then Sir Pentious is redeemed and Lilith sees and shes like “damn :/“ and send reader to the new hotel via portal and reader just. falls on the ground in front of the big entrance and everyone hears it and they rush out and Alastor is quiet, wide eyed and reader goes smth like “i know- i shouldnt have accepted it in your name but-“ blah blah she rambles on about it and Alastor just goes “Youre as beautiful as the day I los you.” LIKE THAT HEARYBREAKING SCENE FROM HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 ;-; and everyone reacts in their own way

I REALLY NEED THIS BUT I LACK THE ABILITIES TO DO IT HEEELP (love u)

A/N oh bestie,, i got you. I was actually planning on something similar where Alastor was getting drunk at a bar and talking about the love of his life (I'm still gonna write that one too but I really like this prompt!!) You guys really come up with the best requests, please keep sending them in.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: ANGST also bad words (idk why i wrote the warnings like this). Also Angel Dust is in this one and I love him but he is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 2,392

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor and Y/n, partners in crime, the fuel and the fire. On a first glance, it would be assumed she was his fuel, the coal and dry leaves he fed himself by. Once anyone got to know them -- and god, what trouble a person was in if they got to know them -- they quickly realized it was the other way around.

Hand in hand from day one, from childhood. Running from the cops, washing the blood off one another's faces. In the living world and life after death, nothing could tear them apart. He was the soil she planted herself in, he was her rock and Y/n? Well she was Alastor's everything. He'd do anything at all for her, all she had to do was ask.

For a decade, they terrified the living world. They were the reason to double check the lock on the door before bed, they were the ominous shadow at the corner. When cold death wrapped them in his reckless grasp, they turned their terror on Hell.

The pair made a name for themselves quickly, filling up the airwaves and making waves in the underworld. For generations, they reigned supreme. For generations, they knew no fear. Then one day, they simply disappeared.

When Alastor reappeared on the streets seven years later without his shadow, the town was alight with gossip. No one knew where he had been, where she still was, or why he had returned but Alastor quickly rebuilt his operation, setting up shop at Lucifer's daughter's Hazbin Hotel along with several of the souls he owned.

The hotel's other residents and workers were distrustful of the man, to say the least. He was shifty, wore a constant smile, and rumors circled around him like birds of prey. That was until about three months into his stay, at least.

Angel hadn't meant to eavesdrop. He'd been coming down to the bar for a drink and a rant of his own when he'd heard the familiar, crackling voice of the Hotel's host.

"I just... I miss her so much, Husk."

He sounded sad, utterly dejected. Angel crouched down on the staircase, hiding his slim body behind one of the ornate posts supporting the railing.

"You keep saying that but do nothing to go find her. She disappeared the same time as you, you know." came Husk's gruff reply.

"I know she did."

"You keep saying that, acting like you know something. Admit it: you don't know shit, Alastor."

Alastor's radio waves faltered, squeaking slightly. Angel tensed in terror, wondering if he'd been found out. This was clearly a private conversation, and the Radio Demon was testy at the best of times. Right now he seemed positively furious.

"Don't test me, Husk." Alastor said after a moment, breaking the tense silence, "She... we both got roped into something. I am doing my part, she is doing hers."

Angel straightened himself up, deciding it was high time he entered the room. He still wanted that drink, after all. He let his feet fall heavily on the stairs, alerting the others to his presence. Husk turned toward the sound, meeting Angel's eyes as he entered the bar. Alastor, on the other hand, kept his back to the spider demon.

Taking a seat beside Alastor, Husk immediately poured Angel a drink and slid it across the counter towards him.

"So, tough night, Smiles?" Angel asked, turning to Alastor who downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my good fellow." Alastor hummed in response.

There was a threat in his voice, but Angel could tell the demon's heart wasn't in it. Everything was just, odd.

"Yeah... sure..." Angel scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Radio man was crying to me about his wife five seconds ago." Husk grumbled and Angel's eyes went wide.

"You have a wife?" he asked, turning back to Alastor, "I mean, I get it. I'm in to the whole 'tall dark and creepy' thing too but, you care about someone? I don’t know if I can see it.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he turned on Husk. The cat demon rolled his eyes in a brazen display of disrespect. He knew his master well, knew this was the only thing he had any leverage with the man on. With a deep breath, Alastor placed his hands firmly on the bar top and pulled himself to his feet. Not saying another word, he disappeared into his shadows.

That had been the first odd occurrence. Of course Angel had told Charlie and Charlie had told everyone, had even approached Alastor about it. The Radio Demon brushed it all off with skill and for a while, things were quiet.

About a month later, the second strange thing began happening. Alastor had always had a certain sway over shadows, everyone knew that. However, he very rarely used them, brought them out if it wasn't to hide him or take him where he needed to be. Then, suddenly, one began to follow him.

"Uh, Alastor?" Charlie had timidly approached him the first time she saw this happening.

"Yes, Charlie my dear?" Alastor asked, turning to face her as he tossed his microphone in the air, catching it neatly in the center of the stand.

"Well, we were just wondering if everything was... okay?" she asked, her hands behind her back and a pointed gaze on the shadow.

"If everything..." Alastor trailed off, following the path of Charlie's gaze and realizing what was going on, "No, no my dear. Everything is quite all right, quite alright indeed."

"Well, okay... If you say so." Charlie had relented after a few moments, unsure of what else to do.

Eventually, the members of the Hazbin Hotel grew used to the shadows, they too slipped out of their minds. Overcome with impending doom of the extermination just a month away, Alastor's strange behavior was no longer a priority.

That had been until the third odd occurrence came into being. It was Sir Pentious who had noticed it first, drawing it to the group's attention as Alastor walked through the lobby and past the group doing trust exercises there on his way to some meeting or another with the other overlords.

"Sir Pentious?" Charlie had called, trying to bring him back to earth as he watched the place Alastor had occupied, "Sir Pentious?"

"Pentious!" Vaggie yelled and his head snapped to her, "You're not coming up with some new plan to attack Alastor, are you?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air, "Not at all just..."

"What?" Vaggie asked through gritted teeth, advancing a step forward, her spear in hand.

"It's just... doesn't that shadow Alastor has had following him well.... doesn't it kind of look like a woman?"

Husk broke out into wild laughter while Angel widened his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely lost it now." Husk exclaimed as he calmed himself, clutching his stomach, "If I knew Y/n was the secret to breaking him down, I woulda done something about it years ago."

"No you wouldn't have, ya big talker." Angel teased, elbowing the cat demon lightly.

"Y/n?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Alastor's wife. That was her name." Husk replied.

"Did you know her?" Charlie asked.

Alastor had left the hotel, the threat that had held their questions at bay for months was gone and the topic was right. Husk nodded.

"So, what's she like?" Angel asked suggestively, "Is she more of a dom? Does deer boy like to get dicked down by his lady?"

"Gross." Charlie shook her head, her hands to her temples, "I do not want to know that."

"She's a good kid." Husk said after a moment, "She's nice..."

He trailed off.

"But?" Vaggie prompted, sensing there was more that he wanted to say.

Husk sighed.

"If you think Alastor is trouble, she's a fucking house fire set for the insurance money."

"So probably not interested in being a guest." Charlie dejectedly stated.

Husk shrugged.

"You never know. It has been seven years since anyone has seen her. Alastor allegedly knows where she's at but, he hasn't gone after her. Just keeps whining to me about it so, I don't know. Maybe she's changed. I doubt it though. Sweet as a pea, sharp as a knife."

Charlie had never felt such relief as when she learned Alastor had not died in the chaos of the battle. The hotel was destroyed, heaven was pissed, Sir Pentious had died but, at least he was alright. They rebuilt the hotel, Alastor's same shadow of a woman trailing after him wherever he went. After about a week, thanks to all the angelic and demonic powers involved in the construction, the new Hotel was finished.

It was just as they put the finishing touches on the place, hung the portrait of Sir Pentious they'd commissioned above the fire place, that a portal opened in the lobby. Everyone tensed, banding together behind Charlie and Alastor. Angels were coming, they were sure of it.

A crash echoed from the other side, a sharp yell and then something tumbled through the portal. With a flash, the portal disappeared behind the shape of a person huddled on the floor. She coughed violently.

Alastor's eyes went wide. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, but if they'd have been paying attention, they would have seen his shadow disappear.

The girl was filthy, her clothes torn and her hair tangled. She let out another, sharp cough before slowly lifting her head. Alastor took a trembling step forward.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice soft in disbeleif.

A smile, wide and sharp, split the woman's bruised face in two.

"Hey hun, I'm home."

In a flash, he was at her side, helping her to her feet, checking her for wounds.

"Jesus, Y/n." he sighed, "You're a mess."

"I know."

"Y/n-"

"I know. I shouldn't have done it, you don't need to lecture me. I didn't have a choice. It was you or me, Al. I couldn't... I can't... I had to. You've gotta understand."

"Sweetheart-"

Y/n cut him off again, her speech a single, constant, stressed-out stream.

"It was stupid, I know. I know. I really do but, she gave me the option and I couldn't say no cause then if I said no you'd really be the one in trouble a-"

Alastor raised a hand gently to her cheek and Y/n's words caught in her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes at last.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

His voice was soft, so quiet the others could barely hear him. Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her hands found the lapels of his jacket, holding them lightly.

"I.." she stuttered, her mind racing.

With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, she gave up in the search for words and buried herself in his chest. Alastor wrapped his arms around Y/n, pressing her tightly into his frame.

"God, I missed you." she said, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you." she continued, "I'm so sorry."

Alastor pulled her off of him, leaning down the slightest bit so they were eye to eye. Y/n, wiped a stray tear away, letting out a slight, sad laugh. Alastor's eyes traversed her face, caressing every crevasse.

"I'm so glad your alright but, I don't understand." he said at last, "How are you back? The deal..."

Y/n nodded and Alastor's eyes went wider still. Leaning on Alastor's shoulder for support, she turned her eyes onto the rest of the group.

"You must be Charlie." she hummed softly, meeting the young demon's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, I am. I run the Hazbin Hotel, which is where you are, to help rehabilitate sinners."

"I know." Y/n nodded, her voice quavering slightly, "I've heard so much about you. You... my dear, it worked."

"I- what?" every other question died in Charlie's throat, shock shot through her body like a bullet.

"It worked." Y/n confirmed, "You did it. I had a deal, a deal which Alastor went to your side to get me out of. If you succeeded in redeeming a soul with his aid, I would be free. And here I am."

"Here you are." Alastor repeated, spinning Y/n to face him once again.

She wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Catching sight of this along with the numerous wounds all over her body, Alastor scooped Y/n up into his arms like he did when they had first been married, when they had crossed the first threshold together. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, exhaustion seeping in with the relief as she let her head fall on his chest.

"Vaggie..." Charlie began as she turned to her girlfriend, "you don't think..."

"Pentious?" Vaggie asked and Charlie nodded.

"It's gotta be." Angel confirmed.

"You did good, kid." Husk smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

Y/n raised her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes opening.

"Husker?" she asked with a smile.

The cat demon stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Husker! I-"

"Enough of that, my love." Alastor cut her off, tapping her nose gently, "You need a shower and some rest. You can meet everyone in the morning."

Y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at her husband.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." he sighed.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Charlie asked tentatively and the couple turned to her.

"Whatever the little lady desires." Alastor stated, looking back down at his wife in a lovestruck daze.

"Yes, Charlie. We're staying." Y/n laughed, "Things need to start changing around here and I don't see anyone else doing a god damn thing to make that happen except for you."

"I.." Charlie was speechless, the kindness this fear inspiring woman was directing towards her, having never met her before. What Husk had said made sense, she smiled, "Thank you. I don't know what you did, but that you both so much."

"Anything for my favorite girl." Alastor kissed Y/n softly.

"Oh, get a room." Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

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[theblueseassoul]

“Lovesick.”

Xavier doesn’t want your time together to end.

Xavier x reader

Love and Deepspace fan fiction

No warnings.

No use of Y/n. Read in the second person. Gender neutral reader.

You cross your legs, propping your head up against your fist as you stared at the screen in front of you. Another long day at the office, and no wanderers had proven a threat recently, so you were stuck at your screens and your chair which you found yourself swaying back and forth in to keep yourself awake. You tried hard not to, but you zoned out multiple times over the past few hours. This felt like another office job. You hadn’t noticed it just yet, but Xavier was standing next to your desk, arms crossed slightly as he waited for you to glance his way. He gave up, gently tapping his knuckles against your desk top. Your eyes flicked over to him, and they widened slightly, your lips patting in surprise.

“Floating away?” Xavier asked playfully, a soft smile resting on his lips. “Come back down here. We’ll miss you if you’re gone too long.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, glancing at your screens once more before returning to him “You’ll just miss my claw machine skills.” You joked, clicking out of one of the many tabs open in front of you. He hummed as if in thought, watching you go through your many documents and other trivial work things. Xavier moved from beside your desk to behind you, his arms resting against the back of your chair. There was a long silence before he spoke up again.

“Speaking of the claw machine..” he said, pausing. He only continued when you moved your head to the side to look at him. “Why don’t we go to the arcade today? We haven’t gone in a bit.. I heard they’ve changed up the stuffed animals. Maybe you’ll get one you haven’t gotten yet.” He suggested. You hummed softly, turning away as you looked back at your work, considering your options. To continue working, or to go out with Xavier. You hadn’t gone out with him in a while, and to be honest you loved your little outings together… plus, your eyes were starting to hurt from staring at so many screens.

You nodded, “Let’s go. Have you eaten yet?” You asked, shutting down your computer and putting away some of the files into their assigned drawers in your desk. He let out a soft ‘mh-mh’ which most likely meant no. You nodded again and stood, “let’s get some food on the way.” He just responded with an affirmative hum. You shook your head slightly and pushed in your chair as he stepped away, hands in his pockets. The two of you walked out of the hunters association building, and took the train to the arcade.

It was as fun as it always was. Xavier was right, there were stuffed animals you had yet to acquire. So of course you worked hard to get them for your little collection, or family as you called them. Xavier cheered you on from the side lines most of the time, smiling softly and putting up a motivating fist when you glanced over at him, saying “you’re doing awesome.” You got a good amount of prizes, and he ended up carrying the bag of them. As the two of you started to leave, you paused, seeing in one of the claw machines matching stuffed animals. Two bunnies, one a soft yellow with a sun on its side, and the other a soft blue with yellow stars on its side. They were propped up to be leaning against each other, and they looked absolutely adorable. You had to get them.

“Hey, is everything-“ Xavier started to ask something as he noticed you weren’t by his side anymore. He paused as he saw you staring at the claw machine, and chuckled softly “what do you have your sights set on now?” He moved close behind you, following your gaze. You lifted your hand and pointed to the two bunnies.

“I’m going to get those ones.” You said, determination thick in your voice. He nodded, patting your arm assuringly before you moved to place one of your many coins into the slot to play the claw machine. Xavier stood to the side once more, leaning against another game as he watched you play. Your eyes were narrowed in focus as you chewed on the inside of your lip, absolutely bent on getting the two stuffed animals in the back. He was silent this time, letting you focus, as he focused on your little habits. Xavier had made a habit of admiring you when you played games, or, well, did anything for that matter. He thought you were especially attractive when you were hell bent on winning a game, or in this case getting stuffed animals for the both of you. He watched the way your lips curved into a slight frown as you missed, as you tapped your finger against the button in frustration. He took in your facial features, which he had already memorized at this point. The shape of your nose, the gleam of stubbornness in your enthralling eyes. He thought your eyes were your best features. He could stare at them for hours. They always held so much emotion, and their color was something he couldn’t even name.

It took a few tries, but in the end you had achieved your goal. You put your arms in the air as the second bunny went down into the slot, “yes!! Yes yes yes!” You had a slight giggle of pure joy behind your words. Xavier couldn’t help but laugh a little. You knelt down, picking up the bunny and turning to Xavier who held the sun bunny. “We match.” You said proudly, holding up the starry bunny.

“Very proud of you.” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair as he walked with you towards the door. “Why were you so determined on these ones?” He asked, curiously. In truth he just wanted to hear you speak.

“Mmm…” you hummed, hugging the stuffed animal close to your chest as the pair of you walked leisurely down the side walk. “They reminded me of us. That’s.. it.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling embarrassed, as if this reason was silly. You looked over at Xavier and he was simply grinning down at the sun bunny, nodding as you spoke. “The star one is you.” You added.

“Ah.” He glanced over at you with a knowing look “so, the one I have is you? And that means…” he trailed off before bumping his shoulder against yours “that we’ll always be with each other. You’re very romantic.” He teased.

You felt your cheeks flush and you waved him away, “you have such a wild imagination.” You mumbled.

You two decided on Korean barbecue for early dinner. And by the time you finished, it was dark out. Xavier seemed a little disappointed as he stood with you on the train, racking his brain for something. When someone stood from their seat and left, he gently pushed you towards it “Sit. You said your feet hurt earlier.” He said. You smiled bashfully at the fact he noticed your complaints, sitting down. He stood in front of you soon after, continuing to stare out the window as he lost himself in thought. You found yourself staring at him as the train ride went on. First, you looked at his eyes, a deep blue. They always seemed to glow in the light, and you didn’t know if that was because of his Evol or because they were simply that pretty. Then you noted the way he seemed to glance at you every once in a while, and the way his hands couldn’t sit still. He was fidgeting with the bag of prizes, tapping his thumb against the pole, or he was shifting around every once in a while. You noticed that about him, that he could never seem to sit still for too long. If you looked away, he would be gone when you looked back. You needed to keep your arm looped in his to keep him from running off when the two of you went to large events or large parts of the city. Suddenly he locked eyes with you, and he raised a brow. You quickly averted your gaze to the window behind him.

In no time at all, you found yourself standing at his apartment door. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You looked at him. He seemed to hesitate as he opened the door, and after a moment he looked at you.

“Do you.. want to stay over?” He asked. You raised a brow at him now.

“Why?” You asked in response. He shrugged, looking inside his apartment, then at you once more. You swore his eyes got more puppy-like by the second.

“I want to be with you longer.” He admitted, finally. Xavier cleared his throat, “because we haven’t seen each other in a while.” We’d see each other more often if you didn’t disappear so much. “And.. we can play racing again?” He suggested as if that would convince you, like you weren’t already wanting to go in when he just said he wanted to be with you a little longer.

You nodded, and he sighed in relief. When you got inside, he was already headed to his room to change. You left your shoes by the door and settled down on the couch, bunny on your lap. You traced over its eyes and nose, and while you lost yourself in thought didn’t realize Xavier was sneaking up behind you. You only realized when his arms were around your neck loosely, dropping some clothes in your lap.

“Some pj’s.” He clarified. “They might not fit too well, but you said you liked baggy night clothes anyway… you can change in the bathroom. I’ll set up the game.” You nodded slowly, moving the stuffed bunny off of your lap and getting up when he let you go. You took the soft purple colored pajama’s that as you checked the size, were actually pretty close to your size, only one up. You shook your head slightly in amusement, a fond smile spreading over your lips.

You both went on to play multiple rounds of a racing game he’d introduced you to. After getting tired of it, he flicked on a show, one the pair of you were watching together. Some romance drama that was cheesy and yet so hooking. Xavier was leaning against your shoulder, arm loosely around your waist. He had always been affectionate once he got closer to you, so you were just used to it at this point. Barely even noticed it, actually. He fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, making soft comments about the characters actions, and you did the same.

“God… why can’t they just talk it out? I mean they’re upset when this could just…” Xavier paused as you didn’t respond, calling out your name softly before pulling away to get a better look at you. Xavier found you asleep, your head leaning to the side as his wasn’t there to lean on anymore. His gaze softened, and he gently brushed your hair out of your face, looking at you with adoration filled eyes. You were just so perfect. He sighed softly at the warm feeling in his chest, rubbing his hand against it as he looked away. He knew what it was. He had a crush on you. However he’d never said anything. He’d never admit it out loud, not soon, anyways.

As he pulled away from you to stand, you grumbled unhappily, mumbling what seemed to be “don’t.” He froze. Xavier sighed, kneeling in front of you, resting his arms against your legs, a hand against your cheek so you had something to lean into.

“You’re making me a mess. and you don’t even know you’re doing it.. do you?” He murmured, thumb rubbing against your cheekbone gently. He sighed, his brows furrowing slightly “What am I going to do with this..” he spoke of the feeling that ran through his veins. That nested in his chest. The warmth, the joy even that resided in him whenever he was close with you. Whenever his eyes fell onto you. The feeling of his heart starting to race, and a smile spreading over his face without his permission. The fondness in his voice whenever he spoke to you, his body leaning into yours without meaning to. Unknowingly staring at you until you asked if there was something wrong with your clothes or on your face. You filled his mind, even when he tried to work. Out fighting wanderers and the only thing on his mind was if you had eaten dinner yet. He was a lovesick fool, he thought as he looked over at the bunny you wanted to keep because it reminded you of him. But he hoped you too felt these things. He hoped your heart raced, your cheeks flushed because of him.

He laid you down on the couch carefully, and laid in front of you. Your arms found themselves around him instantly. He fell asleep facing you, leaving a gentle kiss against the top of your head before pulling you closer, falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing.

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[sincerely-your-fo]

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[bluekuu]

My good omen

John Doe x reader

Warnings: Stalking, mild paranoia and swearing. I'll still keep story light hearted

English isn't my spoken langue so there my be some grammatical errors, but I have tried my best to check them. I will do part two when I have time. Reader is gender neutral in story and there will be not any physical describing what read do look like.

I hope you like my story✌💗

Stalking

👁 When you did move in to Uncanny Valley and started to work at the gas station, you though you would live a normal peaceful life, get up early, go to work, come back home and repeat. Maybe start a new hobby? Until you began to notice small things chance in your home, things were moved while you were gone and personal stuff went missing, but they always retuned weirdly odd places, like you did find your dirty socks at fringe..."Really? have I been sleepwalking or something?"

Later at night you woke up at the loud noise coming outside of your building. Sound like a animal rummage at the trashcans. You switch the light on in the kitchen, hoping that would scare animal away, until you opened the door. You didn't even have time to open the door fully when you see it. Black figure with big yellow eyes stare back at you. Two seconds and it vanished at the darkness. You slammed the door quickly close, heart beating hard on your chest to sight what you just saw. No more sleep that night.

👁Feeling of being watch never leaves you. Watching over your shoulders once in while, checking doors and windows are locked properly. Still that feeling follows every where you go. Should you call a police, but you don't have evidence at your maybe imaginary stalker. Did paranoia run in your family? Just act normal and go about your day, maybe that incident with that "creature" just spooked you little too much, this will end. You hoped and it did for a while.

👁One misty morning you waited at the bus stop your ride to work. There wasn't people around any where, you wondered were you only human in this small city. A minute past by in complete silence, when you heard someone approach you. A person stopped beside you not too close of your personal circle, but still close. They have dark clothes on and hoodie over their head, hands in the pockets. Long black curly hair poke out of their hood, they had a slouching posture.

You were sure they eyed you every ten seconds. You kept your sight on front of you like you didn't even notice the person beside. They didn't spoke, so didn't you.

"This feeling is familiar...I can't see theirs face, but I'm sure I haven't seen this person anywhere in this town. Maybe they are not a local or they have moved in just recently. There are still young people in here, usually they walk in groups so if this person are friend with them I would have seen them somewhere." Your trail if thought cut short when a bus arrived at the stop. You hoped in and take a seat further away of back of bus, away of the stranger. There was luckily two people before you in the bus. Curiosity still took over you and you take a peek of the stranger.

They looked kind of feminine and the masculine at the same time. Their pale creamy skin looked quit flawless, if the dark circles doesn't count under theirs eyes...the eyes. Your breath stop for the moment when you had a memory rushing back of your mind, encounter with that creature couple days ago, their eyes are exact same yellow color.

"Is this just a coincidence.." Stanger scanned the seats to where to sit and when they did find a spot they take a final look at you. Yellow eyes drilled at your owns and small giggle leave their lips like they were humored at someting.

"Can person read others mind?"

👁It's been a week now when this new creepy incident happened with that stranger who you weirdly haven't seen anywhere anymore, like they didn't never existed. "Yeah maybe I have just imagine all in my head after all. I have had stress lately on moving here...so it's may explained everything. Still it's strange." you ruminate while filled last shelf of trade supplies and then moved to storage to get a mop and started to clean the floors. It was quiet day, quieter than yesterday, it was nice to have some days like these, but even when you felt peace in you waited to something to happened, not sure was it bad or good omen.

"Home finally!" you kicked your shoes of your feet and throwed your bag at the sofa. You take your home trip through the shop, you bayed some favorite goods to spoil yourself after you have taken a long shower. You walked in the kitchen having a good feeling you had, when bad smell hit our nose. "What the hell is rotting here, that smell wasn't here at morning..!" You stepped on something wet, slimy and red. "...Oi that's disgusting!! Where the hell did this came from?!" you did your best not to throw up while cleaning the kitchen floor from the unknown red goo. Lost appetite.

"So it was a bad omen"

👁Beep beep beep...

Alarm clock waked you up, you did switch the clock off and it was 7:00 am. You get up of the bed and walked to kitchen to make breakfast for yourself. "At least it's Friday, I don't have much of plans on weekend, still could go to explore the city, what I haven't had time to do yet after my move to Uncanny Valley." It was lonely sometimes when you don't know anyone in here. You take a look of clock and realised you have had lose track of time while you were deep in your thoughts "Oh shit! I should have be going times ago. I'll be late."

You ran at the bus stop, but the bus start to drive away before you manage to reach the stop, but the bus stops. "Oh thank you, I won't be late!" You climbed at bus, this time there were more people than usually. So much crowd made you little uncomfortable, but you did made your way bravely to empty seats. You put headphones on and started to listen to music.

👁Half of day had went normally. You had your lunch break, salad out of cold shelf, soda and potato chips. Phone on your hand scrolling on your social medias, you were again so couch up in your own world you didn't hear the door bell ring. "Hi......" "...........Hi?.......ummmm..exuse m-" "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't hear your were there, sorry. How can I help you..?" Front of you were standing familiar face.

Stranger you met week ago at the bus stop, they wore the same black hoodie like last time you saw them. Hair was maybe even more tangled than before. Now when they were closer you could see theirs hairs has red ends. But their yellow gaze was still so intimidating, its made your face heat up red. "What is your name?.." "Uuh...y/n, its read on my nametag" they let small gasp out of their mouth of your respond "Right, well that's nicest name I have ever heard....What your doing after work?" Your heart star to beat little waster of fear every sentences they said. "Plan to see a friend-s, I see my friends after work" your terrible liar, they probably can tell your lying. "Oh...that's sad, I tough maybe we could have hangout...You seem really nice person." they notably looking hurt. A guilt of lying peaked its head inside of you, they must be lonely like you are sometimes. Town ain't big, but if you even don't have smaller circle of people around you, you'll get super lonely, super fast. "Well...I'm busy today, but maybe some other time might be fine" you give stranger a weak smile. Their spirit rise up immediately of your invitation. "That would be really lovely!!" creepy, but oddly cute wide smile spread across theirs face. "I don't know your name yet?" you asked same time avoiding theirs now extended pupils.

"It's ̸͖̫̠̬̩̟͔̱̣̭̀̐̔͛͑̌̕͜ ̷̨̡̢̡̩̥̫̐́̒ͅ ̵̹̼͓͉͕̱̻̠̘̙̝̼̳̋̇̇̈́̉͐͌́̐̈́͘͘̚͜ ̴̡̛̥̗̯͇̝̲̎̿͂̓͌̈̊̂͒̎̌̈́̾͝ ̸̧̡͓̙͎̞̜̯̳̘̥̘̘͙̰̫̃͗̓ ̷̨̢̛̯̫͎̗͉̞̫̝̰̞̺͚̝̾̒̃͆͛͛̓͊̅̽͐̐͘͘ ̶̨̛͖̖͉̞̹͖̽͋͆̑̎̓̆͋͑͌ͅ ̴̛̦̗̹͎͇͔͍̣̮̪̝̝̆̋̉̈̉̏͋̏͂͠͝͠ ̶̛͚̜̼̝̲̒̈͗͌̏̄̒̑̐̆̂̒͊͝

but you can call me

John Doe"

👁 After your conversation with Doe he left the store soon after that. Rest of the day went normally like usual, you did finish your final task and then headed to home. Whole bus ride your were alone, no sight of John Doe, no one.

You got off the bus and walked your front door. Hand went in your jacket pocket to search keys..."Wait where's my keys? Fuck! I left it inside my apartment in this morning" While you were cursing to how to get inside, the door opens itself. You stared at John Doe wide eyes and he stared at you. "You are home!!" Doe sing out happily. "What you are doing my house? How you get in...I-" "Your window was open, you're so forgetful silly." "Was it, no way he's lying". "Don't just stand there come in!" Doe waived to you come in side. "Hey don't tell me to come in my own house!"

Everything was in place or maybe Doe haven't had time to rummage the whole apartment floor to ceiling. You try to think hardest how to kick Doe out of your home without much fighting. "See that was the window what was open." Doe pointed tying to convince you.

"I haven't opened it, also you're in my home without permission, I could just call the police on you..." "NO, DON'T!" You back of by sudden scream, what Doe notice and lowered his voice down. "I didn't mean to upset you. You said we could hangout later, so I wanted to surprise you."

You tried to read his facial expressions any sing of lying. You don't know Doe yet so you can't be sure if he is dangerous, but part of you really wanted to get know him better. "Doe looks odd for sure and his behavior is odder, but he seem really care about this. If things escalate to bad I can always to call police."

"Okay...uh I kind of liked the surprise, I left my keys at home in morning and thanks to you I'm not locked up outside anymore." "So can I stay?" Doe started to look exited again, you could see it from his eyes. "No it's really late and-" "But there's sooo dark and scary outside"

"Doe, don't manipulate. You broke into my apartment, that should have been scarier. But we can see tomorrow if that help, I promise." Doe was quiet for moment thinking what you said, then he give that wide smile again. "Fine! See you later then, love" And blink of your eye Doe was gone, like he had never stood front of you. That startled you and made you almost fall on the floor. "So that's how he can move around, he just teleport. And he came through the window, haha what a liar….did he call me a love?" you felt small sensation of warmth rise in your chest. "Don't let it go to your head y/n."

👁Uncanny Valley really have it's wonders, but what gives you even more wonders is John Doe, you know already that he's not human, what makes you little scared, but interested at the same time. You have heard people talk in gas station something about "regular guys" they look human, but ain't that, maybe Doe is one of them.

I think seeing Doe tomorrow isn't that bad idea, it's about the time make new friends, even they aren't human...

Maybe that's my good omen after all.

#john doe x reader #john doe x you #john doe game #john doe visual novel #uncanny valley series #john doe horror game #my writing #fanfic #headcanons #gender neutral reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #fan fiction #new writter #x reader writer

[destinationsorrows]

Masterlist+Request info+About me

Masterlist;

I don't have anything written just yet

Request Information;

When requesting, request a scenario or something of the sort. I am severely uncreative (lie)

No NSFW: 🌑

NSFW allowed: 🌕

Same Gender only: 🌈

Platonic Only: 🫧

Fandoms/Characters I write for,

Omori:

Omori, 🫧

Sunny, 🌑

Aubrey, 🌑

Kel, 🌑

Hero, 🌑

Mari, 🌑

Sweetheart, 🌕

Space boyfriend, 🌕

Omoriboy, 🌕

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun:

Amane Yugi/Hanako, 🌑

Tsukasa Yugi, 🌑

Nene Yashiro, 🌑

Kou Minamoto, 🌑

Teru Minamoto, 🌕

Aoi Akane, 🌑

Akane Aoi, 🌑

Sakura Nanamine, 🌕

Natsuhiko Hyūga, 🌑

Mitsuba Sousuke, 🌑

Tsuchigomori, 🌕

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher, (🌕 Aged up only)

Ashley Campbell, (🌕 Aged up only)

Larry Johnson, (🌕 Aged up only)

Todd Morrison, 🌈(🌕 Aged up only)

Travis Phelps, 🌈 (🌕 Aged up only)

Ghost Eyes (Webtoon):

Tobias Schneien, 🌑

Mattias Schneien, 🌑

Rudolph Richardson, 🌑

Emilio Murkmere, 🌑

Carmelo DeMonte, 🌑🌈

Will write any other characters if requested, I love you Ghost Eyes fandom

Creepypasta/Marble hornets/Other:

Ben Drowned, 🌑🫧

Jeff the killer, 🌑

Jane the killer, 🌕

Ticci Toby, 🌕 (Hes 19)

Tim Wright/Masky, 🌕

Brian Thomas/Hoodie, 🌕

Eyeless Jack, 🌕

Slenderman, 🌕

Nina the Killer, 🌑

Bloody Painter, 🌕

And tons more, too many to put down just request and I'll write it

Bungo Stray Dogs:

Osamu Dazai, 🌕

Chūya Nakahara, 🌕

Atsushi Nakajima, 🌕

Akiko Yosano, 🌕

Doppo Kunikida, 🌕

Jun'ichirō Tanazaki, 🌕

Kenji Miyazawa, 🌑

Kyōka Izumi, 🌑

Ranpo Edogawa,🌕

Naomi Tanazaki,🌑

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa,🌑

Ichyō Higuchi, 🌕

Gin Akutagawa, 🌑

Kyūsaku Yumeno, 🌑🫧

Motojirō Kajii, 🌕

Sakunosuke Oda, 🌕

Ango Sakaguchi, 🌕

Edgar Allan Poe, 🌕

Lucy Montgomery, 🌕

Fyodor Dostoevsky, 🌕

Bram Stoker, 🌕

Nikolai Gogol, 🌕

Sigma, 🌕?

Saigiku Jūno, 🌕

Tetchō Suehiro, 🌕

Scott Pilgrim (Movie, Comics, and Show):

Wallace Wells, 🌕🌈

Scott Pilgrim, 🌕

Ramona Flowers,🌕

Knives Chau,🌑

Envy Adams,🌕

Kim Pines,🌕

Matthew Patel,🌕

Gideon Graves,🌕

Young Neil!!,🌕

Stephan Stills,🌕

Soul Eater:

Black☆Star, 🌑

Maka Albarn,🌑

Franken Stein ,🌕

Death The Kid,🌑

Crona Gorgon,🌑

Soul Eater Evans,🌑

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa,🌑

What I will write,

Angst, Fluff, NSFW (Includes Gøre), Yandere, Comfort, AUs, anything that isnt in Wont Write.

What I won't write,

Inc3st, p3døphilia, basically anything weird and gross, anything sexual for characters under 18 (If i have to age them up then dont request it unless its Sfw)

About Me!!

Hi my name is Mercy! My birthday is April 1st and I'm currently 15 years old.

I enjoy alot of different fandoms and I really love art and music. If you want to be friends just ask, dms are open to anyone and everyone!!! And don't be shy to request anything, i don't bite! :3

Art Instagram is Mewre44, if you want me to draw anything just dm it's free since my art kinda sucks currently.

Thats it!! Feel free to dm or request!!!! Bye!

#fanfiction #fanfic #ghost eyes webtoon #omori game #scenarios #requests #request #x reader #x reader writer #writer #writing #arcane #omori #Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun #sally face #Creepypasta #bungo stray dogs #scott pilgrim #soul eater #tokyo ghoul #ghost eyes #tbhk x reader #omori x reader #sally face x reader #creepypasta x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #scott pilgrim x reader #soul eater x reader #tokyo ghoul x reader

[stories-in-pocket-format]

I lowkey crave a stepbrother!Simon Riley x Virgin!Reader fic, except that they are full grown adults after readers widowed parent remarries years later after the death of the spouse.

#simon riley x reader #x reader writer #x female reader #story ideas

[2frosty4you]

*cracks knees*

Time to write again, i will NOT get distracted and watch youtube for an hour.

#↪⋆2frosty4you #↪⋆FrostyTalks #writer #fanfic writer #please help me #x reader writer

[cryptidghostgirl]

omg omg omg totally new silly idea- human! alastor x human! reader where they meet at a party and go outside for a walk near the pier and the moon is beautiful and… they pull out weapons on each other (specifically Alastor a knife and reader a gun) and thats when they decide to form a partner in crime partnership

And in other to keep appearances they are forced to “fake date”

Mimzy: youve been spending some time with that new girl havent you, is she your gf or smth?” chuckle

Naize 20 yr old smth Alastor trying to think of a response thats not that:...

Mimzy: OMG IS SHE?

Alastor: sureeeeee

And they aren't actually into each other until a lot later into their partnership when they’re chasing some guy and reader gets to them first and just starts going at it “hey man i think hes had enough” “YOU WANT WHAT HES HAVING???” thpe shit

and Alastor has to catch his breath and he lowkey thinks hes dying because his heart starts beating a lot, And he goes again to mimzy for advice cuz i dont think he has anu friends and shes like “oh sweetie…”

And because its quite impossible to not get attached at one point theyre in another chase and reader starts laughing hysterically like “did you see him trying to run away??? lmao” and he goes “I couldnt take my eyes off you” and then just grabs her face and SMOOCH >:)

I think its a good trope- fake dating to actual dating even if its. about. murderers- :3

A/N YOU GUYS COME UP WITH THE BEST REQUESTS JESUS CHRIST!!! Also I promise I will get to the rest of the requests this weekend, I had two exams today so this is the only thing I am gonna post. Sorry.

Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: uh, murder. Mild gore. Violence. Weapons.

Word Count: 4,460 (I went a little overboard with this one)

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"I'll walk her home, don't worry Mimzy." Alastor was saying as Y/n pulled her coat over her shoulders.

The noises of the party still raging on filtered into the grand entryway of the house, muffled through the walls. Mimzy shot her two friends a suspicious look.

"It's nothing like that, Mimz." Y/n sighed, straightening the collar of her fur coat, "I just asked cause of all those murders in the news. Kinda freaky, don't you think? I don't really wanna be out alone at night and Al here was kind enough to offer."

Mimzy crossed her arms, eyebrows raised.

"Sure." she teased.

"Mimzy." Alastor sighed in response and she put her hands up in false surrender.

"Sorry! Sorry." she hummed playfully, "I know you two free birds would never."

Alastor rolled his eyes and, turning to Y/n, held out his arm. She took it daintily, a grateful smile on her face. The pair had just met a few hours earlier but had quickly fallen into a casual camaraderie. He lead her from the house, Mimzy calling her goodnights and wishes for their safety after their retreating forms.

It was a mostly quiet walk through the desolate midnight streets of New Orleans. Y/n hummed softly, kicking a can along with the toes of her healed shoes.

"You'll ruin them that way, wont you?" Alastor asked, feigning concern.

Y/n just shrugged.

"They're shoes. Yeah, they're nice but I wont let that stop me from living. Let's stop by the water, it's so pretty tonight."

Alastor turned slightly, looking out at the Mississippi with it's slightly turbid waters reflecting the light of the stars. He tried not to smile, it was like she wanted him to carry out his intended work. She was making it so easy for him.

"Sure."

They turned towards the rail and Y/n let go of his arm, leaning her elbows against it. She let out a sigh of longing as her eyes tracked the ripples in the surface.

Alastor watched her for a moment, the moon illuminating her features. She was a handsome woman, there was no doubt about it. It had been proved to him tenfold by the amount of prospective partners she had turned down dances with at the party in favor of drinking with him at the bar. That was not what Alastor was interested in, however. Once he was sure she was distracted, once he was sure she had no intent to take her eyes from the glowing river, he looked down. Moving his coat slightly to the side, his hand quickly found its way to the hilt of the knife he had stashed in his waistband for just such an occasion.

He pulled it out, the weight familiar, almost comforting in a sense, in his hand. There was a click. He looked up, the blade pointed to its intended target.

Y/n was facing him now, a wry smile on her face. One foot in front of the other, she took a step forward. The muzzle of the gun, the cocking of which had been the source of the noise which had drawn his attention, just a few centimeters from his chest. The tip of his knife hovered indefinitely by the open center of her coat. He chuckled in amusement, eyebrows raised.

"I thought there were a few more bodies in the news than there should have been. A gun? Really?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I'm little. I don't have the privilege of being able to overpower my victims like you."

Alastor hummed softly. A slight breeze picked up, playing with the edges of their hair.

"What a shame."

Y/n laughed lightly.

"I don't think so. It works well enough."

"Those machines are inelegant, they are detached."

"And you prefer a sense of intimacy to be involved in all your escapades?"

Alastor removed the knife, holding it up to his eyes. He turned the blade over in his hand, examining it closely. Following suit, Y/n let her hand fall to her side, the gun still cocked should an occasion arise to use it.

"I have an idea." he suddenly announced.

"Oh?" Y/n asked.

She took a step back, returning to the water's edge. Alastor followed, leaning over the railing beside her. They watched one another closely, weapons still clutched loosely in their hands.

"Yep."

"You gonna tell me what it is or am I gonna have to guess?" Y/n teased after a moment, breaking the oddly comfortable silence that had fallen after Alastor's last words.

"There have been a few times, of late, where I've come a bit... uncomfortably close to being seen."

"Getting lazy." Y/n hummed, "Or maybe just cocky."

"It seems like you could use a hand, someone with brute strength in case anything goes wrong."

She scoffed, smiling just the slightest bit.

"Are you proposing we work together?"

"You're the one who said it, not me."

Y/n shook her head slightly, amused.

"How would I know you wouldn't just turn on me? End up killing me or decide not to step in if I needed help?"

"And how would I know that you wouldn't rat me out? Alert someone to where I was and what I was doing rather than telling me someone was coming? It's called trust, Y/n."

Y/n thought it over, fiddling with the gun in her grip as she did so. Alastor watched, seeing the gears turning in her mind through the light of her eyes.

"Fine." she said at last, un-cocking the gun and holding a hand out to him, "You've got yourself a deal."

Alastor smiled, slipping the knife back into his belt before grasping her hand in his. It was chilled by the air of the January night enveloping them.

"Deal."

Y/n quickly learned Alastor's preferred demographic. He had a penchant for angry men, drunks. Y/n had been a one off, a spur of the moment opportunity he had thought to take hold of. Alastor had not been like that for her. Y/n's preferred victims were also men. Anyone that showed any pressing interest in her, anyone who tried to take her home for the night, always ended up six feet under. For both, murder was a way of processing their personal experiences and traumas.

As a result of their deal, Y/n and Alastor began to spend more time together. They had to learn one another's intricacies, their ways of thinking, their nature of being. It was a necessity if anything was actually going to work. They both had rather busy work schedules, Alastor as a radio broadcaster with his very own show and Y/n as a seamstress at a local dress shop. Because of this, more often than not, the only time they had to get to know one another was through shared meals. Both of them had to eat, needed a lunch break or dinner. It was just what worked. Because of their slightly shared demographic of victim, they ended up in bars together quite frequently as well.

It was in one of these meet ups that they ran into their first difficulty. Y/n was sitting across a table from him outside a cafe, lazily sipping on a coffee as she perused the missing persons list in a newspaper. The newspaper was old, they were exchanging information about who was responsible for what. Working together didn't just mean knowing one another as they were now, but their histories as well.

They should have known not to sit in such a public place. Both had many connections in the city due to their jobs, though few friends. It just so happened on that day that the one true friend they did have in common was walking down the very street they sat on.

"Alastor?" Mimzy exclaimed, catching sight of his familiar face and moving towards their table.

Y/n folded the newspaper, placing it on the table as she turned towards the sound. Mimzy came to a stop, her brow furrowing in mild confusion as she saw her friend was not in fact alone.

"And Y/n, fancy meeting you two here."

"Pull up a chair, Mimz." Y/n smiled and Mimzy obeyed.

Swinging a spare chair from a nearby table, she quickly joined them.

"I haven't seen you two since the party! How have you been."

"Fine, fine." Alastor hummed and Y/n nodded her assent.

"And whats this with you two getting coffee?" Mimzy asked, a teasing smile slipping onto her face as Alastor took a sip of his own drink, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, not at all Mimz." Y/n shook her head, a slight smile on her face, "It's always a pleasure to see you."

"You sure this isn't a date or something? I mean, with the way you two left and everything... having coffee alone..."

Alastor nearly choked on his drink. Y/n and Mimzy turned to him as he put a hand to his chest, clearing his throat.

"Excuse me." he said and Mimzy's grin widened.

"Oh this is totally a date."

"No!" Alastor exclaimed, exchanging a fervent glance with Y/n across the table.

She raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips. Without words, she told him to handle it. Alastor sighed.

"Are you sure?" Mimzy asked, a suggestive tone to her voice.

"I... uh..." Alastor stuttered, his brain working in overdrive to think of anything else. It came up empty, "Fine. Yes. We're... we're on a date."

"You caught us." Y/n chimed in and Mimzy turned to her.

"Oh my stars! You two.... I shoulda guessed you'd get on like a house on fire. Shame I can't invite you to any more of my singles parties though Y/n, you are a riot."

Singles parties. A hunting ground. Y/n smiled.

"No, no, Mimz. We're not exclusive or anything."

Mimzy's eyes widened slightly at the revelation as Alastor shot Y/n a look across the table. Dating was going to be hard for them to sell but swingers too? What was she thinking.

"Really? How exotic." Mimzy hummed in thought.

"We're all going to hell anyways so, why not." Y/n shrugged.

"Oh you." Mimzy laughed, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder as she got to her feet, "Well, I won't keep you love birds any longer. I'll see you next week for the next party then?"

"We'll see." Alastor hummed placidly.

Once Mimzy had gone, he rounded on Y/n.

"Swingers?" he asked, eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Hey, you're the one who started the whole 'we're dating' thing." Y/n sighed, picking the newspaper back up and resuming the task at hand, "I just made it easier for us."

"It will utterly destroy my reputation if this gets out you know."

Y/n shot him a look over the top of the paper.

"Al, you got a lot more to worry about than pretending to be a swinger in terms of your reputation. Now, Marcus Alcost? Six four, buff, scar on his left forearm? Brown hair?"

"Blue eyes?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Yep, that was me."

"Nice. Musta been a tough one to take down."

Alastor would track men, following them out as they left the establishments in the small hours of the morning with the intent of returning to their families. He would stalk them, corner them, lead them in. Y/n would stand watch, alerting him at the first sign of trouble.

The moment she heard footsteps, chatter, Y/n would duck in. Grabbing Alastor by the arm, she would whisk him off in some random direction, having consistently used the time she was on lookout to scout for escape routes.

They had had a few close calls, one or two times he had had to press her up against a wall and pretend to kiss her to avoid prying eyes. They always had a good laugh after something like that. Mostly, things worked out well. They each had survived on their own for years at this point. They knew what they were doing, adding another person into the mix just made it a tad easier.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn't need to track her victims down, they did that work for her. She would dress up all pretty and the moment someone asked to take her home or something of the like, would agree. Then she'd pull them into some ally or another under the guise of not wanting to wait a second longer and attack. Alastor would stand behind her, arms crossed menacingly as she carried out her work. He threatened so she could perform and she never had any trouble thanks to him.

That was, until one night about a year into their little partnership. As the time had passed, their relationship had grown. They still held the ruse of dating up before anyone who asked why it was they each spent so much time with the other but, a real friendship had begun to blossom between them as well. As it turns out, they had a lot more in common than just a tendency to commit brutal murders. Y/n knew Alastor well by now, better than anyone else most likely, and he knew her as well. That was how he could tell something was wrong.

Y/n had given Alastor the usual signal from across the bar and he had settled his tab. As he followed the pair, Y/n and the tall man whose hand she held, Alastor had noticed something was off. Normally by this point Y/n was stumbling around, pretending to be drunk and ditzy. She was doing this very thing now but in a more halted and jagged way. The man she was with seemed more believably drunk than she was, swaying this way and that. Her movements were uncharacteristically harsh as she pulled the man into the ally about a block ahead of him.

Alastor picked up the pace, breaking into a light jog. He reached the ally and turned down it, expecting to see Y/n flirting with the man or with her gun out already. Instead, he was met with something entirely different.

At the back of the ally lay the huddled mass of the man. On top of him was Y/n. The thuds of her knuckles against his face was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. She hit him, again and again. Alastor stood there, stunned.

"Dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked at last, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Y/n."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see the splatters of blood now, on the ground around them and the wall behind. The thuds included the occasional squelch, the crack of a bone.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"You'll ruin your hands for work tomorrow if you keep at this."

Still, she ignored him. There was a sickening crunch. Sighing, he approached.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see it now, the man's mutilated face. Part of his skull looked like it had caved in. He had stopped moving long ago.

"Y/n, dear," Alastor tentatively reached out a hand towards her shoulder as he spoke, "don't you think he has had enough?"

Y/n whipped around to him, her eyes wild and her bloody raw knuckles raised. He froze, his hand hovering above her shoulder. There was blood everywhere. It soaked the sleeves of her collard shirt, it dripped from her fingers, it decorated her face and her bared teeth.

"What, you fucking want some too?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage, begging for escape. It wasn't fear, it couldn't be. He could take this girl down in ten seconds flat, blood hungry as she was.

Y/n's eyes, sharp with violence, softened slightly as she saw his reaction. She let her hands fall, resting them on the man's chest.

"He tried to drug me." she revealed, turning her eyes back to her mess, her masterpiece.

"He what?"

"Yeah." she sighed, using the back of her hand to push her hair from her eyes, leaving a residue of blood in the wake of the movement, "I caught him, switched the drinks."

Alastor shifted his gaze to the man before falling on Y/n once again. Her face was blank now, all the rage gone.

"He tried to drug me." she said again, her voice hollow.

At last, his hand found its home on her shoulder and she turned to face him once again. Alastor extended his free hand to Y/n. She examined it for a moment before daintily placing one of her own in his and allowing him to help her to her feet. Both her hands now rested in his as they looked back at the remains of the man.

"Well, he's definitely dead."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hands. Now free, he used one of them to turn her face to his. Blood spattered, wide eyed, lips slightly parted -- his heart fought for freedom from his chest once again.

"He deserved it."

Alastor let go of Y/n's chin and used the cuff of his jacket to wipe some of the blood from her face.

"Can you walk me home?"

Normally if she had asked something like that, Alastor would have teased her to no end. Why be scared of the monsters in the dark when she herself was one of them? But her voice had been small, timid. She had avoided his eyes and his fingers tingled at the prospect of her viewing him as protector.

"Of course, my dear."

They did not have another planned meeting until two weeks from that day. Y/n had a big project at work and wouldn't have any spare time because of it. Alastor, normally restless at the idea of having to wait so long to satisfy his bloodlust either by killing or seeing the show of death, was grateful for the respite. He was confused, overwhelmed even, because his strange reactions, the change in his patterns of thought towards the girl, hadn't ended at Y/n's front door.

No, she was haunting him. Like a vengeful ghost, he saw her in his mind. She took up every waking moment, he didn't know what to do. Alastor waited a day and still, it persisted. The skip of his heart, the odd slightly sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of their reunion. He waited three days and it didn't stop. By the time the end of the week rolled around and Alastor still found himself smiling at the prospect of only having to wait another week not to kill but to see Y/n again, he did the unthinkable. It was the only option he could come up with. Besides Y/n, she was the only other person in the world he even half trusted. Alastor called Mimzy.

"Alastor, darling!" she excitedly exclaimed into the phone, "What a surprise! What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, hey Mimzy. Um..." he struggled to find the words, fiddling with the phone cord as he walked to the window, looking down at the street below, "I just... I need your advice about something."

"What is it, hun?" she immediately replied, "Seems its got you in a tizzy, not a lot can do that."

"I... It's about Y/n."

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?"

"No. Maybe?" he turned from the window, collapsing in his desk chair, "I don't know."

"Spill."

"Well, we... I just.... Mimz, I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well I would hope not, you've been together for almost a year now."

"Yeah well, about that. It may have been a... stretching of the truth? Shall we say?"

"Al." Mimzy warned after a moment's silence, "If you are playing with this gi-"

"No!" he exclaimed, cutting her off and quickly crafting an excuse, "No. It was just to get our parents off our backs. We had a deal. They were both pestering us about when we were gonna get married, you know how it is."

"I thought your dad was dead?"

"My ma though, she really wants to see me settled down."

"I guess that explains the swingers thing." Mimzy sighed, "It didn't really seem in character for either of you. So, whats the matter?"

"I told you, I can't stop thinking about her. It's like... it's like... look, we're not dating, but we're friends, you know? And we were out at a bar together a few nights ago and she just... she did something and when I looked at her, it was like I died."

"That little minx." Mimzy laughed in glee, "What the heck did she do?"

"Just something, okay?"

"I have got to quiz her about this."

"No! Please, no. She'd... probably be embarrassed."

"Mmm... okay...." came Mimzy's doubtful reply, "So what was it you needed help with?"

"Well, that. It was like the breath had left my body entirely. I felt... sick, my chest hurt. It was so strange. I thought it would go away once I got some sleep but it didn't. Every time I think about her, it feels like there is a vice around my heart and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Al, seriously? This is what you're asking me about?"

"Yeah?" he uncertainly replied after a moment.

"What are you, twelve?"

"Mimzy, are you going to help or not?"

She sighed.

"Alastor, you have a crush on her."

A beat.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do. Maybe even more."

"I..." his brow furrowed, his breath left his body.

This was bad. This could be dangerous, detrimental even.

"Are you sure?"

"Butterflies in your stomach? Pains in your chest? Can't get her out of your mind? You're even breathless for christ's sake Al. It's textbook first pangs of love."

"Fuck."

Mimzy laughed.

"You're already pretend dating, what harm would asking her to do the real thing with you do? My bet is, she's probably been feeling the same thing about you. That tends to happen in cases like yours, I've seen it before. The whole 'fake love turns real' trope. It's overdone if you ask me."

"Mimzy, this isn't one of your trashy romance novels. This is my life."

"So live it radio man! Go get that girl."

Alastor was nervous, trembling even as he sat at the bar. His glass of whiskey had gone warm on the table as he watched Y/n dancing and having fun in the crowd. This was how it usually went when it was his turn to hunt, she'd have fun and he'd find a target. Once the target left, he'd grab her and they'd move out.

Tonight he was distracted and it showed. The man had nearly given them the slip. With Alastor's knife still sticking out of his shoulder, he had ducked away and started running. Of course that meant Alastor and Y/n had to give chase. They ran after him through the streets of New Orleans as he screamed bloody murder and Y/n's heels clicked definitively on the ground. He was thankful that the hour was late and no one was out and about, thankful the man was so drunk his words came out closer to garbled singing than pleas for help, thankful he was slowed by his consumption.

When they at last caught up with him, Alastor grabbed his second knife from his belt and, taking the man's hurt shoulder in his free hand, buried it deep in the man's back. He fell to the floor, sputtering, coughing up blood. In a few moments he was still. Alastor turned to Y/n, panting.

Her pretty eyes traced a path between murderer and victim a handful of times before a smile broke out onto her face. Before he could really register what was happening, she was doubled over in laughter, clutching her stomach.

Alastor watched Y/n, eyebrows raised as they both caught their breath. After about a minute, she straightened up and turned to him, wiping a tear from her eye.

"What?" Alastor asked with a wry smile, "What is so funny about a dead man."

"He..." she broke out into laughter again, "He... the way he ran! And we almost lost him?! Oh my god, Al, that coulda been so bad."

"The way... he ran?"

"He... didn't you see it? Oh my god, it was so funny. Like he was running in a three legged race with an invisible partner." she wheezed.

Alastor felt the heat pooling in his cheeks. Mimzy was right, it was time for him to live his life. A normal existence could coexist with his hobby, Y/n had already proved that to him.

"Didn't you see?" she asked again.

"No." he shook his head, "I was... I was watching you."

"You were... Al, theres no way you were." Y/n scoffed, "No way. If you were watching me, he would have gotten away. If you were watching me, it would meant that you were unconcerned by your oh-so-precious reputation being ruined. If you were watching me, it would mean..."

She trailed off as he took a step closer to her, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lips. Y/n's cheeks flushed pink.

"Alastor."

Her voice was a dying prayer. Reaching a trembling hand up, he laid it on the back of her head, his fingers tangling with her hair as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Alastor closed the gap.

He had been so scared. Scared she would push him away, that she wouldn't kiss back. Even a little bit scared he'd just become the next name on her list of degenerate men she'd killed.

There was a moment, a split second, where his fears were realized. Then, she washed them all away. Hands buried in the lapel of his jacket, she pulled him closer, Y/n leaned in.

They broke apart after a moment, their cheeks flushed and utterly breathless.

"I-"

"Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/n?"

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Are you going to try to kill me again?"

"Oh please, I thought we'd moved past that darling."

Y/n smiled, still holding him close. Alastor let his hands fall onto her waist as they swayed slightly under the light of the moon.

"Yes Alastor. I will let you take me on a date."

"We will not be swingers."

Y/n laughed.

"Just had to make that clear."

"No, Alastor. If I am going to get you, I want you all to myself. Now, what are we going to do about that body?"

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Loki x Reader: When Conflict Arises

Angst prompt #7: “Til death do us part seems like a cruel joke now” and #12: “How dare you act like I meant something do you?” 

Warnings: Angst, suggestive at the beginning, slight fluff at the end.  

Word Count: 1,073 

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Y/n couldn’t believe her eyes. She ran away from her and her husbands shared room with tears in her eyes. She could barely hear Loki call her name out. Her best friend, Sif, and her husband, Loki made the betrayal go straight through her immortal heart.  

Princess Y/n Freyrdottir of Alfheim, immortal goddess of the light elves, has never felt so disappointed in her wedding vows as now.  

Loki rushed to get his clothes on, immediately sobering up to the fact that his wife, the love of his life, had seen him lay with her best friend, who used the magic of Asgard to trick him in his drunken state by changing her face for limited time. Loki is disgusted by his own actions; he knew in the back of his mind it wasn’t his wife, but the drunk Asgardian playboy ignored all signs to run, thinking it was the mead in which made the signs pop up. 

“Why don’t you just forget about her, Loki? All she is is a filthy light elf. Come back to bed, we were having much fun.” Sif had huffed out from the sudden movements of the trickster removing himself from her. 

Loki looked at her incredulously, like she had grown two heads. “She is your best friend and my wife of the last Millenium and you are asking me to forget her and come lay with you? You are the worst person in Asgard if you believe I'm going to choose you over her, you absolute wench. Tricking a Price and God is in and of itself a crime. But you have betrayed the Princess of Alfeim, as well as I, but I am smart enough to beg for forgiveness.” 

Disbelief flashed in her eyes before Loki rushed out the door after his true lover, before racking his brain of where she would go, before seeing the Bifrost opening and close. 

Loki had rushed to see Heimdall faster than what he ever had, and after remembering her telling him over a hundred years ago that she would have loved to see Midgard, he finally entered the stronghold.  

As he entered it, Heimdall looked at him without speaking.  

“Heimdall. I know I messed up, but I want to make it up to her. We swore to each other when we had gotten married that we would stay true to our vows and I wasn’t. But I need to at least apologize. I need her to know I love her and I made a mistake. She, Sif, she tricked me, and I'm unsure how as of yet but I will figure it out, I just need to see my wife first.” 

Heimdall seemed pleased with his answer, as he nodded his head and began to open the Bifrost, “You must tell her as you told me, and let her look into your memories, as that is the only way you will get her back, Odinson. Good Luck.” 

Heimdall beamed him down to Midgard, where Y/n was waiting, knowing Loki would show up eventually.  

Loki landed on the ground roughly, looking around and seeing trees, and in the rough distance seeing some climbing toys and believing it to be a park. Turning around, he saw his lovely wife sitting on a park bench. Breath catching in his throat, he slowly made his way to her, and seeing the remnants of the tear rivers across her face, the sight alone relinquishing his guilt.  

“Love...” Loki had whispered once he reached her, sitting down next to her. 

Y/n scoffed at the nickname which came from her husband's mouth, “Did our relationship mean nothing? The Last Millenium together meaning nothing? We grew up together, and although we were arranged marriage before we were even a hundred, we grew to love each other as well. You have me questioning my place in your heart.” 

Loki sucked in a breath when Y/n had finished, and guilt flooded his heart, 

“Til death do us part seems like a cruel joke now, Loki.” That was it, the line that broke her down. Y/n began sobbing again, believing her marriage to be over.  

“Why are you crying, My Love? I came to explain what happened, not that your feelings aren’t valid but I wanted to make sure you were in the right headspace before I began.” 

“How dare you act like I meant something to you? You, an- and Sif you just threw my trust away and betrayed me with each other, and it seems like I mean nothing to either of you.” 

Loki sighed from discontent before he pulled his love into his lap, hugging her tightly and pressing his hands to her temples, kissing her forehead gently.  

“I do not know about Sif, however, my love, you mean the world to me.” Loki kissed her shoulder. 

“Then why do it? Why betray me? Why betray our marriage? Why lay with my best friend?” 

Suddenly, all Y/n could see were Loki’s memories, from the morning, as if she was looking through his eyes. She saw him waking up, kissing her cheek and slowly getting out of bed, as if he didn’t want to wake her. She saw him making breakfast, then herself walking down to eat, and then she saw the party. 

She wasn’t at the party as she had other important matters to attend to, but she saw through Loki's blurry vision her own face. Confused, she looked closer, yep, that’s definitely her face.  

She saw him lay with her, but then he looked towards the door seeing your retreating figure and suddenly, it was Sif. 

Being pulled out of Loki’s thoughts was mind-blowing, he had shown her all the times he had love in his heart, the first time they met, their marriage, the first time they laid together, and more, so many more. 

Y/n felt her heart swell with grief as she was pulled into a hug by her husband, nodding her head in silent forgiveness.  

Loki pulled back and kissed her sweetly, “I love you, and I did not know I was betraying you, as Sif had used ancient Asgard magic to change her looks. But even so, my mind was telling me to run, but I had just assumed it was because of the Mead, and I did not listen. I am sorry, darling. Please forgive me.”  

“Of course I forgive you, Loki, However, the same cannot be said for Sif.” 

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