Hunting a Mate (Yandere Alastor x reader)

How it Started

It took a lot of things to make Alastor mad, besides the pompous piece of sh*t television. But when he was, it was most certainly the last thing someone would ever see before he obliterated them on the spot.

When he first came to hell, he was in his element, he felt a bliss he had never felt when he was alive. A sense of freedom now that he didn't have to hide who he really was.

It wasn't until after his 'show' that he realised this new body came with a price. One he had only seen once when he was still human hunting deer.

It was similar to a 'mating season'. Never had he felt so disgusted in his entire existence.

He supposed he should be grateful that he wasn't the only habitant who had this particular issue, as when he was able to sneak up on people or find them by chance. He would smell that disgusting stench of lust and high levels of pheromones from them. It was a similar scent he created during his first season.

He prided himself on control when the situation called for it, but this thing took that away from him and he had no way to push it back. He could only let it run its course in the only place he deemed safe. His home. He had ensured it.

When the next one came, he was prepared for it. He would hide away from everyone, lying on his bed naked as he waited out the worst of it. He couldn't use his powers for anything as it would only make his situation worse. He was however grateful that his shadow was able to do things for him, like grabbing the food he had stocked up.

It made the rut slightly more tolerable since he had to smother his face into a pillow as he made those horrible noises for any potential mate nearby. Which was a ridiculous thought since they would be incinerated before they even set foot near his home, let alone his door.

After it was over, he would scrub himself to the point he was sure his skin would fall off, if not bleed. He would be a shivering mess by the time he was done. But clean.

And then he would spend a few days to a week trying to process everything before he would make his presence known to the rest of the circle.

Nobody dared question why they never saw him for 2 weeks, not if they wanted to be on the receiving end of his pent-up frustration.

It was just a shame that it did nothing to settle the lingering effects. Still. He wasn't going to complain when he could still function like he usually was every day.

Of all the impulsive things he's done, this one certainly took the cake. Watching the Princess on the news reminded him of just how bored he was when he wasn't preparing for THAT thing every year.

Still, after having some time to himself, he realised he could use it to his advantage, and pass it off as important things to help the hotel. Although he doubted Charlie would believe it, she was the princess after all, she most likely knew the real reason but kept quiet.

He'll give her this much, at least she was respectful at keeping things quiet when it came to being 'confidential' of other people. It was just Angel he had to be careful with. After that first sentence when they first met, Alastor made sure never to stay in a room with the spider by himself.

Not even Husker or Nifty knew about his, issue, and he preferred to keep it that way until he finally kicked the bucket of his afterlife.

For the first two years it worked, no one suspected anything, and, surprisingly, there were a few people who had come to try out Charlie's program. Although they didn't seem too excited about trying out the program. He couldn't have been happier with the new distractions and entertainment.