18+ ONLY | Mature / Graphic | Human Alastor x Reader ─────────── ⋆⋅🐊⋅⋆ "One little touch and the great voice of the airwaves flinches like a startled deer? I thought you enjoyed dangerous games, Alastor." 1920s-30s New Orleans. The bayou doesn't judge-it simply swallows. Y/N Lenoir has spent years feeding it drifters and fools who mistook her smile for an invitation. She's perfectly content living alone with her tangled hair, lace dresses stained by mud and blood, wild, untethered, and untamed. Until Alastor's voice spills from a radio and paints her in words no one else has ever dared: Dangerous. Ravishing. He saw every sharp edge of her... and smiled like he'd been waiting his whole life to be cut. Southern Gothic. Bloody. Unapologetically romantic.

Being his wife was lovely. Being his obsession was dangerous. After his wife ascends to heaven, a man's mind fractures, consumed by a ravenous obsession that eclipses all else. In his descent into hell, he becomes a wraith of vengeance, leaving trails of chaos in his wake. Their reunion in the afterlife is not of solace but of sinister fixation, twisting their love into a suffocating web of possession and torment. Innocence versus corruption.

18+ ONLY | Mature / Graphic | Alastor x Reader | Slow Burn | Loss of Innocence ─────────── ⋆⋅🥀🦌⋅⋆ "It's charming how dangerous you are when you blush..." "A touch that brings life to the dead and decay to the living..." Death was supposed to be the end, but for Y/N, it was just the beginning. Rescued by the infamous Radio Demon, Y/N finds herself caught between her desire for redemption and her growing fascination with the macabre. Alastor offers her more than just protection; he offers her a seat at his side, a home, and a love that is as terrifying as it is tender.

Now that Beatrice and her honeybun, Alastor, have bit the bullet... it's time for them to start over in hell! Just how will this merry murderess make her way through hell itself? Only time will tell~

Beatrice is just a simple dame, manning her bakery in the French Quarter while keeping up her hobbies on the side. Though, it seems one of her special hobbies has caught the attention of a certain radio host and he is very interested in learning more. Who cares that she's a little off? Maybe a bit too friendly? Perhaps too nice overall... but she's harmless, right?

"I don't make deals such as that my dear." Alastor let out a hearty chuckle. "Why not? I'll give you whatever you want in return. Tell me your terms and I'll place them on the table." I responded earnestly. Alastor stood up straight and placed his hand on the counter tapping his long talons against it. An eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Anything you say?" "Anything." THIS IS MY SECOND ALASTORXREADER FANFIC. THERE WILL BE GORE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. SOME THINGS MAY BE TRIGGERING SO JUST BE AWARE. ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS MEANT FOR MATURE AUDIENCES SO 🔞+ I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HAZBIN CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO VIVZIEPOP. ANY ARTWORK THAT YOU SEE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE OF MY ALASTOR STORIES CHECK OUT: -SHOW ME WHAT LOVE IS -HUNGRY FOR YOU -to late (still in the works) #2. Deal maker as of November 2022

"Our love is unique. No one will ever understand it but you and I; we will forever be hated by all. We will never receive the glory that we deserve. Are you sure that's something you actually want?" "Forever, if it's with you."

Feeling the fear coursing through his body, Alastor began to back up from her, getting ready to retreat into the shadows. Before he could, her eyes began to glow as a soft melody built in her throat. As soon as it hits his ears, he can feel his nerves beginning to fry. Typically, her siren call had no effect on him, but with all the emotional turmoil he had been through, his resolve was weakening with more ease than it ever had before. She stalked him like the prey he was - a perfect sailor in her hold. ~ Third Installment to the 'Siren' Series (A Siren's Spell & A Siren's Hunt). PLEASE READ THOSE FIRST, AS THIS WON'T MAKE SENSE. THIS FIC FOLLOWS SEASON 2 OF HAZBIN HOTEL WITH OBVIOUS AU ADJUSTMENTS FOR OC PURPOSES. TRIGGER WARNING: This story has themes of grief, loss, domestic abuse, and more! Please pay close attention to trigger warnings throughout the story and skip as needed! Cover art by Blushedseraph on Tumblr

Esme's melody ceases, and she checks his scar before backing away. There's a pause, " Why didn't you come for me? " She asks coldly, staring at the floor without meeting his gaze. " Excuse me? " He was very much aware of what she was referring to, but kept his composure, even though that question hurt him deeply. " Don't play coy with me, you and I both know my memory has been restored. Why didn't you come for me when you died?! Did our lives mean nothing to you? " He takes a sharp inhale and looks away, " Of course, our lives meant something to me. " Esme's eyes glow brightly and her fangs drop from her mouth in obvious anger, " Then why didn't you come for me here?! Why leave me alone all this time?! " " Why?! You really have to ask me that?! " He shouts, his eyes burning with all of hell within them. ~ **SEQUEL TO 'A Siren's Spell' Human Alastor Fanfiction, PLEASE READ THAT BOOK FIRST* * TRIGGER WARNING: This story has themes of grief, loss, domestic abuse, and more! Please pay close attention to trigger warnings throughout the story and skip with needed! (Please be aware that strong language will be used. There will be references to substance abuse, physical abuse, assault, murder, gore, etc.) (A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction using an OC. All rights for characters associated with Hazbin Hotel belong to Vivziepop. :) ) ~ All songs used in this book belong to the songwriters listed. #1 in "Vox" (6/11/24) #1 "Charlie Morningstar" (7/25/2024) #1 ""Alastor Hartfelt" (7/25/2024) #2 "Alastor" (11/13/2024) #3 in "Alastor Hartfelt" (6/6/24)

" My, my, I didn't know you had a gun on you, you little surprise. You really know how to handle yourself. " He chuckles softly, a smile spread across his face as he spoke. Esme gasps, " Why are you following me? " She stumbles back, pointing the gun at him, " Really? You thought my father would send me here without protection? " He scoffs and swiftly grabs the gun from her just as gracefully as he had when he was holding her close while dancing. " You're an interesting little dame, aren't you? " He chuckles, his laughter laced with mischief. He placed the chamber back in with a flick of his wrist. His gaze shifted to her as he spoke, " You might be Daddy's girl, but you don't have the gull to actually shoot. " He speaks casually. " No gull? " She repeated teasingly. She doesn't say anything, but swiftly yanks the gun away from him and nonchalantly shoots the unconscious man on the floor - square in the head. His jaw clicked as he clenched it tightly, his eyes flickered a faint crimson as his smile grew wider. " You're full of surprises, aren't you? " He pauses, " I like that. " ~ (Please be aware that strong language will be used. There will be references to substance abuse, physical abuse, assault, murder, gore, etc.) TRIGGER WARNING: This story has themes of grief, loss, domestic abuse, and more! Please pay close attention to trigger warnings throughout the story and skip with needed! (A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction using an OC. All rights for characters associated with Hazbin Hotel belong to Vivziepop. :) ) TAG RANKINGS #1 Prohibition 5/27/24 #1 Alastor Hartfelt 6/3/24 #1 Lucifer Morningstar 6/15/24 #2 Alastor Hartfelt 5/31/24 #8 Alastor (6/27/24) #1 Hazbin Hotel OC 8/10/24