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adding on to that, in the pilot episode, we see him very clearly slap vaggie on the ass and then tell her to smile. i think that's where people get the 'alastor isn't a feminist!' thing from

but we also have to remember that his tolerance and exceptions for women most definitely stem from the time and era he lived in, where women hardly had any rights. much like him as a man of color! also, if we're going by the headcanon where he was most definitely a mama's boy and his dad was absent, i think the way his mother would've raised him to respect women also played into it quite a bit!

that said, i do in some sense agree that he (very obviously) isn't the 'perfect feminist', however, i do still mostly view him a a feminist in general.

just the thought of alastor's fingers reallyyyy gets me going.. freaky though incoming, but walk with me please.

i just thoroughly enjoy the thought of alastor abruptly shoving his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. or if you simply have an oral fixation and it soothes you to suck on them.

alastor himself is a freak, in every sense of the word and i stand by that, so i truly don't think he'd find it all that appalling (when it comes to the right person, of course)

side note; they're just really long and dexterous and he has claws and and and

a bit of a self-indulgent post but i love the concept that alastor would be peacefully playing the piano in your shared home while you're cleaning up the kitchen. and then when you're done, he gestures for you to come to him with a crook of his finger. when you do, he'll place a hand on your hip, coaxing you to perch on his thigh.

while you're sitting there with him, he'll ask you about what you had done all day while he was off at the radio station. throughout the conversation, he'll absentmindedly play different tunes; dexterous, gifted fingers gliding across the keys with such grace.

every now and then his lips will press to your temple or to your cheekbone, sharp nose nudging your skin in a near-playful manner. and then at some point that will lead to him sitting in his armchair by the fireplace, you sitting on the floor before him as he plays with your hair, listening to you ramble on with gossip about a conversation you overheard between two old ladies at the market.

i'm fully aware that i continuously ramble about this, but nothing will ever convince me that alastor wouldn't love a sleepy reader. even if its purely platonic — he loves them because they literally don't bother him or anyone else. where's reader? she's sleeping.

is reader hungry? she's napping.

i truly think they'd get along even when reader is awake because she's just so quiet. if they're in the middle of a conversation or something, alastor is likely doing most of the talking, and reader is either doing one of two things;

she's either quiet and listening attentively, allowing him to say what he wishes to say. or, she's nodding off to sleep — which he, shockingly, wouldn't find offensive because he just knows how she is.

and you can take this as either platonic or romantic, but i'm entirely convinced that he would play a certain song or talk about something in specific for you on his broadcast, when he knew you were sleeping — just to further soothe you into that peaceful state.

─────── 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⧽ a quick list of a few thoughts i've had recently.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who loves to play with your hair.

it would be at the most random of times, as well. and perhaps this would be one of the very few public displays of affection he allowed himself. you could simply be lounging in the main lobby of the hotel, eventually finding his fingers carding through your hair. long or short, he didn't discriminate. it would often be absentminded, too. if you happened to be in the middle of a conversation with him, he'd tuck a few stray strands behind your ear or simply move your bangs out of your face.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who's love language is acts of service.

this goes for giving as well as receiving. while he tends to prefer to be on the giving end, he will make exceptions sometimes. he truly adores the little things you do. whether it be giving him a small dandelion you found out on a walk that day, or trying your hand at making one of his, or his mother's, recipes. in a sense, it warmed his heart — as cold and dead as it was.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who occasionally indulged in playing the piano for you.

he wasn't much of a writer, but there have been a few pieces he composed specifically for you. in fact, one was made just after he began courting you. and actually, he allowed you to sit on the bench and try your hand at playing it with him. one of his preferred bonding methods, if you ask me. i think he finds it tastefully poetic; guiding his lover's hands across the different keys.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who found joy in gossiping with you — especially about susan.

it never failed, every time he returned from a brief trip to cannibal town to visit ms. rosie, he had a new story about susan. a grumpy old woman, whom he once described as an "ornery old bitch". he'd ramble on about it while you prepared him his favored tea, using his ever so dramatic hand gestures. it always put a smile on your face, finding each new tale rather humorous.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who notices the little things.

if there is one thing about alastor, he over-analyzes everything and everyone. and while he may not exactly understand everything he observes, he adapts shockingly quickly. for example, you have 'obsessive compulsive disorder'. not the obsessive need to organize and clean kind of ocd — but the extremely paranoid kind. you truly are a skittish creature, much like the animal you are based off of; a doe. while he doesn't fully understand that aspect of you, he's adapted to it surprisingly well. he knows what little things trigger you and make you tic, and he knows how to navigate the situation and soothe you. if you have ptsd, he'll learn what sets you off and keep it in the back of his mind and strive to keep whatever it may be, away from you.

— side note, you can change the ocd thing to whatever you may have. i used ocd and anxiety because that is what i personally have.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who, deep down, is quite the romantic.

alastor is one of those people who finds old-fashioned courting far superior to modern-day dating. he stands firm in his belief that flowers, gentlemanly behavior, and hand-written letters are the proper way to go about it. aside from that, he is most definitely the type to associate a song with you. whether it be one he's recently heard on the radio, or one he's heard a while back, you may find him humming it to himself while performing mundane tasks, or playing it on the piano. at some point, he'll casually mention that the song reminds him of you or makes him think of you.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who is astonished that you find comfort and safety in him.

now, we all understand that alastor is probably the last person anyone would find comfort or safety in, given his reputation and nature. which is why it surprised even him when you admitted to finding not just one, but both of those things in him. the simple fact that he was the one you sought out when frightened or wounded or upset, astonished him. but the selfish part of him yearned to be depended on — even just the slightest bit. and while, coming from anyone else, it would have given him some sort of twisted, sadistic power-trip, he found that he didn't feel it when it was coming from you. rather, he felt needed in the sense that someone truly cared for him. and he felt that he cared for you.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who has helped you decorate your very own room of the hotel.

he knew your specific tastes and the things you'd like to have in your room. he requested charlie add a balcony to your suite, much like he had for his own. he painted your walls a light, muted shade of pink — one wall being an accent wall, having the same shade of pink, along with some white stripes, creating a pinstriped pattern. the floors were a beautiful oak wood, polished to perfection. the curtains for your large, floor-to-ceiling windows were an ivory lace, much like your bed canopy. the bed was queen-sized, covered in soft blankets and plush pillows. there in the center sat your beloved little deer plushie. on your nightstand was a vase holding the most beautiful bouquet of pink and white flowers. this was a little personal project he took on, wanting to surprise you — he adored seeing your teary-eyed yet awestruck expression.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who absolutely knew about your obsession with his hands. | nsfw

you thought you had been incredibly discreet about your fascination with alastor's hands — though apparently you hadn't hid it as well as you initially thought. somehow, he caught on, and fully intended to use it to his full advantage. the way in which he'd ever so delicately trace along the slope of your neck with his sharp claws, trailing them down your arm, made you shudder. perhaps if he was feeling a tad extra frisky, he'd glide his fingers along the outer part of your thigh, stopping just short of your hip. not only that, but on the very rare occasion that he found himself "in the mood", he'd discreetly place a hand on your knee, his fingers slowly skittering up along your inner thigh. when your breath caught in your throat, he'd allow his hand farther up — to the apex of your thighs. sometimes he'd simply cup your through your undergarments, and do nothing more. other times, he'd trace along your dampening slit through the flimsy fabric. either way, you'd find yourself stuffed to the brim with his long, slim, yet incredibly dexterous fingers by the end of the night.

⧽ 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹 who is most definitely the best sleep aid.

his static frequencies automatically tone down to accommodate you at night. especially if you're struggling with sleep that night. sometimes he'll even hum along to, or sing lullabies to soothe you. all the while, he'll stroke your cheek and lay your head in his lap. the songs were often old french lullabies his maman used to sing to him when he was a boy — back in the mortal world.

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I don’t think she’d be critical about it, but she also wouldn’t simply give up her dog over him. if he loved her, he could accommodate. I think there’s definitely some breeds he could tolerate, I headcanon that he really only hates hound dogs.