heaven || alastor x f. reader oneshots

mine.

requested by @creepypastagirl17

i absolutely adore the rivalry between alastor and vox so vox will be ur ex here srry

mine.

“hey, toots!”

turning around, you averted your eyes from the grumpy bartender to the spider demon who had just appeared in the lobby. he looked tired, probably from another night of working.

you hopped off the stool and approached him in a hurry since it was evident he really needed a rest. he held a huge bouquet of (favorite flowers) and a box of what you could presume as a box of chocolate. and also an annoyed look on his face.

“ya know who.” he lazily grinned at you, shoving the gifts in your arms.

you raised an eyebrow, unsure of your reaction. truth to your assumption, there was a small letter from the sender and signed with the name ‘vox’. you sighed, angel laughing at your state.

the tv overlord was your ex and ever since you broke up with him, he'd send you little gifts here and there. but nowadays, he tends to send more than usual to the point you couldn't hide them anymore from alastor, your boyfriend. you'd rather hide them than make him angry and possibly pay vox a visit. though you'd admit you'd love for it to stop.

your feelings for vox was in the past, and your love and affection was now poured on alastor. sighing once more, you thanked angel and turned for your room where you'd put the flowers in a vase and share the chocolates with everyone. but you froze when you bumped against someone, that someone being a tall red clad deer demon.

“oh, al.” you greeted, sweating.

his eyes silently stayed on the bouquet, letting out a ‘tsk’, he muttered something about the flowers not being as beautiful as the ones he'd give you and snatched it from your grasp. within seconds, he set it in flames and quickly turned into ashes. angel let out curses and groans about how alastor was a dick for burning it.

he reached for the box and you hid it behind you, he raised an eyebrow, “give that to me, dear.”

“no.” you argued, “these are sweets, al. you already burned every single gift, don't burn the sweets!”

“sweets aren't good for you dear, it can cause diabetes.” he narrowed his eyes down at you.

angel slipped away and into his room, already knowing it would lead to a lover's quarrel.

“but i rarely eat sweets nowadays.”

“who knows if that pompous piece of shit of a television put poison in those.”

he cursed. oh, was he mad. alastor already hated vox with every fiber of his being and the thought of his rival trying to hit on his lover made him want to erase the said demon from existence.

you dramatically gasped, “he would never. i'm sharing these with everyone whether you like it or not.”

with that, you dashed away from your boyfriend. he rolled his eyes at that. he would've already had vox's head if only you didn't see him as a friend.

a few hours had passed, you sat on the edge of alastor's bed, legs swinging back and forth with a small smile on your face as you scrolled down voxtagram. your lips parted and eyes widened in surprise to see a certain tv demon's post. it was a picture of you and him from when you used to date, with the caption of ‘missing you’. suddenly, your phone was snatched from your grasp and thrown onto the nearby couch.

before you could react, a pair of lips were pressed against yours. you immediately knew who it was as you kissed back. alastor pulled away, cupping both your cheeks with his hand.

“do you know who you belong to, dearest?”

his voice was demanding, eager to receive an answer. gulping, you slowly nodded, managing out a weak reply.

“y-you.”

“exactly. you are mine.”

you let out a squeal of surprise when he lifted you before pinning you down on the bed.

he hovered dangerously close to you, his static gone as he whispered, “and i'll certainly make you remember that every single second that passes by.”

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crappy, i know srry ;o;