Bottom! Alastor one-shots!

☁️My Deer is a Tsundere☁️ Valastor

Alastor the Radio Demon is and has been many things. A famous radio show host? Check. Famous serial killer? Check. Overlord of hell? Check. Amazing cook? Check. One thing that very few knew however, is that Alastor is...an extreme tsundere. "Don't touch me!" the tall deer demon shouted at the moth, his pupils turning to radio dials as he pushes the demon away. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time this had happened, and it certainly won't be the last. It was well known Alastor didn't like being touched, but the normally calm and composed overlord seemed to absolutely lose it when the pimp-Valentino-touched him. Valentino groans as he picks himself off the cracked concrete, watching as the red deer walks away without a second glance, making him scoff. "Really Val? A tsundere like Alastor? You'd be better off trying to score a date with Angel" Vox criticized. Yes, the infamous pimp Valentino had a thing for Alastor the radio demon of all the demons in hell, and yes he was very aware of how problematic that was. "Shut it Vox, no one asked you" Valentino reprimands, dusting himself off before strutting back to the studio.

   On the day of St. Valentine's Day, a mysterious gift appeared at the hotel's doorstep, with a tag addressed to Alastor. "Hey Al! Ya neva told us ya had a girlfriend~" Angel teases, handing the box over to the deer demon. "Angel I can assure you I do not" Alastor says with a glare, honestly he was offended the gay spider of all demons assumed he was straight. He promptly kicked the spider out of his room as he put the present down on his bed, taking note of small air holes on the sides of the box. He hums as he uses his long claws to carefully tear the tape off the box, his eyes lighting up in delight when he sees the devilish feline inside. Alastor carefully lifts the demon cat in his arms and holds it close to his chest, gently petting the cats head. Admittedly, Alastor was an avid cat lover, but he had kept this a secret the best he could, who could have possibly done this? Well, he supposed it didn't matter, he dismissed the thought as he continued to pet the hell cat.

   About two hours later, a vase of red roses and a box of dark chocolate was left on the doorstep. This was becoming extremely odds, while these presents in particular were quite cliché, the chocolates were specifically picked to meet the needs of someone who hated sweets like himself. They didn't even appear to be store bought, if the intricate carvings in the chocolate were anything to go by, this individual definitely had money. He wouldn't allow these gifts to win him over frankly, though this did admittedly peak his interest in his suitor further. Alastor scowls at himself, some expensive gifts were not going to make him swoon so easily! Though that didn't mean he couldn't partake in them. He thought as he put the vase on his nightstand, popping a piece of chocolate with a well-crafted deer carved into it as his new pet curled up on his lap.

   The final gift was...rather odd, but it certainly got Alastor's attention. Screams of fear and agony filled the air outside the hotel, Alastor's cannibalistic instincts and general sadism kicking in as he took quick steps to get outside. He watched as imps went about slaughtering each other, gathering the hearts to form...something? It was impossible for him to see it from ground level, thus he shadow manipulated himself on the roof top to get a better look at what this was all about. His cheeks instantly light up red across his pale face as he looks down a giant heart with his name being carefully spelled in the middle. This must be the doing of a rather powerful demon, to have so many little imps turn on their own kind as they massacre each other so ruthlessly. Alastor peers down at the last remaining imp, licking his lips as he stared down at the weak and beaten creature. It would be quite wasteful not to appreciate this rather generous gift wouldn't it? With that, he gracefully leapt down and pummeled the last imp.

   There was a knock at the hotel door, Alastor opening it this time, expecting another gift, only for his eyes to widen as he stared up at the talk moth demon known as Valentino. Alastor scowls as he crosses his arms, though his cheeks do tint a dark red, "what are you doing here exactly?" Alastor snarls. Valentino chuckles and leans down to looks at the deer demon better, whispering seductively in his ear, "did you like my gifts Bambi~". Alastor turned red, making him defensive as he shoves Valentino, "respect the five foot rule! It's not like I appreciate those gifts of yours! I could certainly do better" Alastor denies. Valentino wasn't deterred as he takes Alastor's hand and gives it a kiss, making Alastor blush as his ears spike up in alarm. "Maybe you'd like to show your appreciation by...being my Valentine?~" Valentino purrs, making Alastor shiver in what surely had to be disgust. "You're lucky I hate being indebted to people, very well, I shall indulge you and you your Valentine this year" Alastor sighs. "Well come on then Bambi, let's go~" Valentino purrs holding on of his lower arms out for the deer demon to take. The deer demon begrudgingly holds the offered arm as Valentino lead them into his limo.

The date went...far better then Alastor could have possibly suspected it would. Valentino was a gentleman the entire time, which greatly surprised the radio overlord. He took Alastor to a nice restaurant that had the best venison he'd ever tasted outside of his own and his mother's of course. Then they would just...talk, talk like any actual couple going on their first date would, Alastor was delightfully surprised at how well behaved Valentino was acting. Perhaps he truly did want to pursue a serious relationship with him? Best not to let his guard down just yet the deer man concluded in his head. After dinner, Valentino took him for a lovely stroll in the park, picking one of the various red roses from a bush. He plucked it and carefully removes the thorns before carefully tucking it between the deers ear and hair, the sinner being surprised when the flora doesn't immediately wither and die. Now he was taking the deer demon back to the hotel, and Alastor would be lying if he said he didn't have a great time. As he gracefully steps out the limo, "that was...a very lovely date Valentino, I appreciated it" Alastor admits begrudgingly. Valentino chuckles, "glad ya liked it Bambi, hope to have another date with ya soon" and before Alastor could utter a word, the limo drove off. Alastor stares off to where the limo drove off to, a small blush creeping on his cheek, "stupid moth...I hope so too" he mumbles, then heads back inside the hotel.