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A Place to Belong
Alastor x Reader
Human Alastor | F!Reader | 1930 | interracial relationship | slight racism | Family dynamic
Private moments
p/a/n = pet alligator Name
It was a normal day at the hotel; everyone except for you was sitting around the couches in the lobby.
Angel: "Look guys, I got a pic of Alastor kissing y/n!"
"What?" Vaggie sounds surprised.
"Where?! I need to see this!" Charlie sounds more excited.
Alastor immediately looked up from his book, his expression turning into a glare.
Alastor: "What did you just say?"
Angel: "You heard me. I got you in 4K." He turns his phone to show everyone the photo.
Alastor's face twisted into a look of pure horror as he stared at the image, his sharp teeth grinding together. His entire body stiffened like a board.
Alastor: "Angel Dust." His voice was eerily calm. "Delete that. Now."
A dark aura crackled around him—static filling the air in warning. The microphone on his cane pulsed ominously with green light.
Angel: "Why? Don't you want to have a little memory of this sweet moment?" He used a teasing tone. "Vox's face looks really funny in this pic when you did that in front of him."
Charlie: "I'm more surprised Alastor isn't glitched in the photo."
Alastor's eye twitches, and he grips his staff tightly in his hand. "I said delete it, Angel."
His tone was a low, dangerous rumble, like the crackle of thunder before a storm. The static in his voice was even louder now, warping the very air around him. The lights in the lobby began to flicker—the tension in the room was palpable.
"Delete what?" At this moment you came in from a walk, pet alligator on a leash.
Alastor's attention shifted quickly from Angel to your arrival. He tried to compose himself, the tension in his body only slightly lessening.
Alastor: "Ah, y/n. Right on cue, as always."
His eyes flicked down to the pet alligator he had gifted to you a long time ago and had now grown into an impressive 20 ft before meeting your gaze again.
Alastor: "Anyway…" His eyes flicked back to Angel, narrowing as he remembered the photo.
Alastor: "I believe we were discussing something about… unwanted mementos."
A sharp glance at Angel—silent threat laced in every pixel of that stare.
"Why? What's wrong?" You look confused about what you just came back to.
Alastor exhaled through his nose, maintaining that eerily pleasant smile—though the edges of it were strained. He gestured vaguely toward Angel with his staff.
Alastor: "This one decided to take a photograph of us without permission." Static laced each word. "Nothing worth your concern, darling. I will handle it." He side-eyed Angel again—a clear warning not to elaborate further.
"Let me see that." You walk over towards Angel.
Angel held up his phone—showing you the photo of Alastor kissing your cheek.
"Aww, I remember that. Vox's face looked really funny." I'm more amused at Vox's captured expression in the background.
"Can I have a copy? But on paper?" Like Alastor, you're not really a modern person and aren't familiar with phones.
Alastor's head snapped toward you, his grin freezing in place—sharp teeth on full display. "Absolutely not."
Before Angel could even react, Alastor moved like a shadow right in front of him and SNATCHED the phone with unnatural speed. A second later, the device was crushed to pieces in his grip.
"What? Why did you do that?" You are used to him spoiling you, so the fact that he just took and denied your wish is unbelievable to you.
Alastor slowly turned his head toward you, the crushed phone still in his fist. His smile stayed perfectly intact—but it was the kind of smile that made lesser demons piss themselves.
Alastor: "My love… I am denying everyone in this room from ever seeing that photo again." A beat of silence. Then—he let the phone bits fall to the ground like garbage.
"You know what? Fine, then you can sleep in your own room tonight." You walk away towards your room. This was your version of condemning him to sleeping on the couch, since you don't really share the same room.
Alastor’s eyes widen—just for a split second. A flicker of genuine shock crossed his face before the mask snapped back into place.The lobby fell dead silent.
Without another word, Alastor straightened his coat and walked stiffly toward the stairs—not looking at anyone as he disappeared down the hall.The second he was gone, the others exhaled collectively.
Angel: "Holy shit. He actually pissed y/n off."
Vaggie rubbed her temples. Charlie bit her lip—she’d never seen Alastor get dismissed like that before.
Vaggie crossed her arms, glaring at Angel with full disapproval mode activated. "Did you really have to show off that photo? You know how he gets about… personal things."
Angel opened his mouth to protest. "What's the big deal? It's not my fault that he's so sensitive about such a little thing."
Vaggie’s glare could’ve melted steel. "Angel! He hates romantic or sentimental things being made public."
"Okay? But y/n liked it." Angel doesn't really understand what the problem is.
Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply. "That’s not the point! Alastor doesn’t care if y/n liked it—he cares that it was out there for others to see."
A long pause. Then—silence from upstairs. Too quiet.
Husk finally spoke up, swirling his drink. "Y’know… I think you screwed up."
The entire lobby froze as the sound of heavy, rapid footsteps descended the stairs. Alastor appeared in seconds—his face was eerily blank, which was worse than anger. Without a word, he walked straight past everyone—and out the front door of the hotel.
Angel: "Why's he so salty? He doesn't stay in her room that often anyway... I think."
Husk: "Well, he got kicked out; that's a little different than picking and choosing where he wants to stay."
Vaggie shot Angel a withering look—equal parts "You're an idiot" and "This is your fault."
Charlie nervously fiddled with her hands, staring at the door Alastor had just stormed out of.
Husk is taking a slow sip. "Yep. He's not gonna be back tonight."
A heavy silence fell over the lobby. Even Niffty paused her cleaning to glance around.
"I'm going to check on y/n." Charlie quietly got up and headed toward your room, her steps light but purposeful. The others stayed in the lobby.
As Charlie approached your door, she hesitated for a second before knocking gently. "Y/n? It's me… Can I come in?"
"Sure." With permission Charlie carefully opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly behind her. The room was dimly lit—you were sitting on the edge of your bed; p/a/n was at your feet like a giant scaly cat.
She approached quietly and sat beside you without saying anything at first, just offering silent support as you stroked p/a/n snout.
Charlie starts the conversation a little awkwardly. "Soooo, Alastor just left."
"He'll be back." You sound not worried at all.
Charlie smiled slightly, relieved by your certainty. Alastor always came back—no matter how dramatic his exits. "Probably… though I doubt it’ll be before sunrise."
"That's all right," I sigh. "I really wanted that photo."
"You know, Alastor always tells me it's the memory that counts, but it would be nice to keep visual memories. What if one day I can't remember it? Eternity is a long time."
Charlie’s expression softened with empathy. She hadn’t thought about it that way—Alastor was all about the feeling of memories, not the tangible proof.
"That… makes sense." A quiet moment passed before she added: "Do you think he’d ever let you keep something? Like… privately?"
"Maybe if I had my own camera. I always wanted one of these little Polaroid cameras. He would be fine with that; he just doesn't want to be on social media or television."
Charlie perked up immediately, the idea clearly appealing to her. "Ooh! That’s actually a great plan! I could even help you find one! There's got to be an antique shop in Hell that sells those."
"It's not urgent, so take your time."
Charlie nodded, already mentally filing the idea away for later. She knew Hell’s shopping scene was chaotic at best, but finding a vintage Polaroid camera wouldn’t be impossible.
"Got it! I’ll keep an eye out next time I go exploring." She stood up, stretching slightly before heading toward the door. "I should probably go see if maybe Alastor came back."
"He's full grown; you don't need to worry about him," you remind her. Charlie gave you a small, reassuring smile before quietly slipping out of the room.
You move p/a/n head off your lap and get off the bed, planning to take a bath. The bathroom filled with the soft glow of candlelight as you ran warm water into the tub. The sound of running water and gentle steam created a soothing atmosphere. The water was just the right temperature—steamy and inviting. You slipped into the tub with a contented sigh, your muscles relaxing instantly, sitting there for 15 minutes before you begin with your skin and hair care routine.
After finishing, you rinsed off in the warm water before wrapping yourself in a soft robe. Stepping back into the bedroom, you glanced at p/a/n—who had curled up on his favorite spot on the rug.The clock read late enough that sleep sounded tempting. You sat on the edge of your bed, towel-wrapping your hair as you gently dried it. Once your hair was mostly dry, you slipped into pajamas and climbed under the covers. p/a/n lifted his massive head just enough to watch you settle in… then lowered it again with a contented exhale. Within minutes… you fell asleep.
Hours later, just before dawn, a shadow slips quietly into your room… revealing Alastor. He looked slightly disheveled—his usual pristine appearance ruffled by his night out. But he didn’t say anything… just stared at you sleeping peacefully. p/a/n eyes snapped open the second he sensed a presence. His massive head lifted as he fixed his gaze on Alastor, recognizing his owner's partner; the alligator remembered him. This was the demon who had given him food as a hatchling. Alastor exhaled in relief and stepped further inside.
He moved silently toward your side of the bed. The room stayed dark… but his crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dark as he studied your sleeping face. Very gently, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear… an uncharacteristically tender gesture from the Radio Demon. p/a/n watched this display with quiet curiosity but didn’t interfere. Alastor was one of the few beings p/a/n allowed near you without protest.
Carefully as ever… Alastor slipped under the covers beside you. He curled around you with practiced familiarity, his long limbs fitting naturally against you. He didn’t wake you—just rested his chin lightly atop your head.The room settled into peaceful silence again—the tension from earlier completely dissolved.
Your nose picked up his scent. "Didn't I tell you to sleep in your own room?"
Alastor stiffened slightly at your sleepy, half-awake voice. He hadn’t expected you to speak—let alone reprimand him.
"I’m sorry." It was rare for the Radio Demon to apologize for anything—but here he was… guilty and contrite.
"At least take your coat off if you're going to sleep."
Alastor blinked, surprised you're not insisting on kicking him out. Without a word, he carefully peeled off his long coat—draping it over a nearby chair.Then he slid back under the covers, this time in just his fitted shirt and pants. The weight of him settled beside you again… warm and solid. Alastor exhaled quietly, finally relaxing completely now that he wasn’t in trouble. He shifted just enough to pull you closer—not too tight, but enough to feel your presence.
Within minutes… the Radio Demon fell asleep too.

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Sims4 - Hazbin Hotel
It's not finished yet, and there are a few rooms where I'm not sure what to put in.
Bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms are almost finished; they just need furnishing.
Building the roof will be a bit tricky, since you can't really build a fifth floor, but I've seen a few tricks that make it possible, so I hope it works out.
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Alastor x Reader
Alastor and Reader are implied to have been dating for years. Enjoy.
Alastor wasn't one for planning mediocre anniversary dates, if any. He always made sure it would be extravagant, unforgettable… and one he expected you to remember just as vividly.
And this year, he had decided to prepare something special—something certain to make the day all the more memorable.
My Hazbin oc "Lucille" 🦊
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Sims4 - Alastor's Room
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Unbreakable
In the hotel lobby, Alastor sat in an armchair with one leg crossed neatly over the other, a book open in his hands.
The faint sound of footsteps drew his attention as you descended the stairs.
“I’m ready.”
His eyes lifted from the page, crimson gaze settling on you. A sly smile stretched across his face as he slowly closed the book.
“Ready for what, my dear?” he asked lightly, one brow arching with theatrical curiosity.
“For you to take me out for dinner, silly.”
A low chuckle crackled from his throat, touched with that familiar radio-static edge. He set the book aside and rose smoothly to his feet.
“Well now! Far be it from me to keep a lady waiting.”
He stepped closer, posture straight as ever, before offering his arm with old-fashioned politeness.
“Shall we?”
His grin widened as you took his arm, sharp teeth catching the dim lobby light.
“I know just the place to tickle your fancy.”
He guided you out of the hotel and into the lively night. Hell’s streets buzzed with demons, neon signs, and distant music.
“Though,” he added lightly, “I do hope you won’t mind a small detour.”
“By all means.”
“Marvelous.”
With a knowing smile, he led you down a quieter side street. The noise of the main road faded, replaced by soft music drifting through the dark.
Jazz.
The sound grew clearer as you approached a narrow doorway hidden between buildings. A velvet curtain hung over the entrance.
“A charming little relic,” Alastor said, pulling the curtain aside. “Reminds me of livelier decades.”
Inside, the speakeasy glowed with warm, low light. Jazz floated through the room while demons chatted over glasses that clinked softly against polished tables.
The bartender glanced up and gave Alastor a familiar nod.
“Evening.”
“A quiet booth, if you would,” Alastor replied smoothly.
The bartender gestured toward a secluded corner. Alastor guided you there, the velvet cushions plush beneath the dim amber lights.
He waited for you to sit before sliding into the seat across from you, cane resting lightly against the table.
His crimson eyes glimmered with amusement.
“Well now,” he said pleasantly, glancing around at the music and atmosphere.“Tell me, my dear… do you approve of my choice?”
“It’s nice,” you said with a small chuckle. “I hope I’m not too overdressed for this cozy little speakeasy.”
Alastor’s shoulders lifted slightly with a soft laugh, the static in his voice faint but warm.
“My dear, quite the opposite.” His crimson eyes sparkled with amusement. “You look positively captivating. The very picture of effortless elegance.”
His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the details of your outfit.
“In fact,” he added with a sly tilt of his head, “I daresay you outshine everyone in this establishment.”
You laughed lightly. “Flirt.”
Alastor leaned back in the booth, grin widening.
“I simply appreciate fine aesthetics,” he replied smoothly. “And you—”
He paused, eyeing you with theatrical consideration.“—are a work of art.”
Before you could respond, a voice cut through the warm hum of the speakeasy.
“Well, well. Look who we have here.”
Alastor’s smile stiffened slightly as he turned his head.Standing beside the booth was Vox, screen glowing with a smug expression.
“Vox,” Alastor greeted coolly.
“The Radio Demon,” Vox said, leaning casually against the booth. His screen flickered as his gaze shifted to you. “And the Y/N demon. Now this is a sight.”
His voice dropped into a serious tone.
“I thought partnerships weren’t your thing.”
Alastor’s eyes narrowed just slightly, though his smile remained firmly in place.
“Indeed,” he replied calmly.
“And what concern is that of yours, Vox?”
He rested one elbow lightly on the table, tone pleasant but edged with warning.
“Surely even you can recognize when someone is attempting to enjoy a private evening.”
Vox leaned casually, smirking. “Oh, I’m just here to try something out.”
Alastor raised an eyebrow, crimson eyes narrowing. His grip on his cane tightened. “And what, pray tell, are you trying out exactly?”
“You’ll see,” Vox said, voice dripping with smug amusement.
Before Alastor could react further, a faint shimmer filled the air—and suddenly, you were sprayed with a love potion.
Alastor’s eyes widened in disbelief. A low growl hummed through the static of his voice.
“You bastard,” he hissed, teeth flashing. He glanced at you, watching for any change as the potion took hold.
Your expression softened, eyes fluttering, and your voice sweetened almost immediately. “Hunny bunny~”
Vox’s smug grin only grew, clearly enjoying the effect. Alastor’s fists twitched at his sides, jaw tight. The sight of you calling Vox that… it was like a knife twisting in his chest.
You rose suddenly, arms wrapping around Vox’s torso. He chuckled, triumphant, pulling you closer. Alastor’s hands tightened on his cane as he fought to restrain himself, every fiber of his being screaming at the sight.
“I love you, Voxy~” you purred, twirling his antenna with the same playful motion you’d reserved for Alastor.
Vox chuckled softly, leaning in, eyes glinting with arrogance.
“Careful now, sweetheart,” he teased. “You might just drive me mad with those affectionate gestures.”
Your eyelashes batted, but the next moment, your fist connected with his screen face.
Vox let out a sharp yelp, the smug satisfaction vanishing in an instant.
He stumbled back, hand rising to the spot you’d struck, and for the first time, his confident grin faltered. Alastor’s crimson eyes glimmered with quiet satisfaction, a subtle spark of triumph flickering in his usual composure.
“What the—” Vox sputtered, still rubbing his face, disbelief written across every angle of his glowing screen.
“Haven’t you heard?” you said sweetly. “The only thing stronger than a love potion is real love.”
Vox froze, the realization sinking in slowly. The potion had no effect; you were just pretending. His jaw tightened, a mixture of frustration and shock crossing his features.
“That’s— that’s not possible…”
Alastor’s gaze never left you. Relief mingled with awe as he watched your boldness, his heart quickening in a way that surprised even him.
“I wouldn't fall in love with just anyone, there's only one for me.” you said, sliding back into the booth beside Alastor.
His his arm slid around your waist, drawing you a little closer. His smile returned—sharp, pleased, and just slightly smug.“Well, would you look at that,” he hummed. “Your little experiment seems to have… malfunctioned.”
Vox stared at the two of you, irritation burning across his screen.
But before he could speak, Alastor cuts him off.
“Now then,” he said pleasantly, voice iced with warning. “I believe this is the part where you leave.”
Vox glared, clearly furious, but after a moment he scoffed and stalked away into the crowd.
The tension in the booth eased as the noise of the speakeasy filled the silence again.
You leaned closer to Alastor. “What was that about? I didn’t realize he had such an interest in me.”
“Oh, please. Vox doesn’t want you, my dear.” His smile curled with amusement. “He wants to irritate me.”
“Must have been quite the harsh breakup for him… you’re so cruel.” You teased, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
“You’d best cut that nonsense off, my dear,” he growled, a dangerous sparkle lighting his eyes.
Then, his grin softened, the sharpness in his voice easing. “But it appears his little potions are no match for your loyalty.”
Seeing your smile, the fury in him ebbed, replaced by admiration and affection. His arm around your waist tightened subtly, a quiet declaration of ownership.
“You truly are something special, my dear,” he murmured, voice dropping low. “Unbreakable… even in the face of magic and manipulation.”
“How did you like my little performance?” you asked, a sly glint in your eye.
Alastor chuckled, amusement and pride mingling in his gaze.
“My dearest, your performance was inspired,” he said. “To play along with Vox’s little ploy, then turn the tables at the perfect moment? Brilliant.”
He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles.
“You never fail to surprise me… or impress me.”
(Note: writing this at 3 am)
Imagine Alistair somehow ending up in Egyptian hell not just any Egyptian hell ancient Egyptian hell. I need to do more research cuz I don't know what that looks like. But I heard it was horrible.
I don't know much about Egyptian lore, but from what I figured out, in ancient Egyptian belief, after death, a person’s soul traveled through the underworld, called the Duat. This journey involved many gates, guardians, and tests.
The goal was to reach the blessed afterlife known as the Field of Reeds, a paradise where the righteous lived eternally in a perfect version of Egypt.
Edit: Maybe I should have said something when I posted this, but I didn't expect people to think my fox demon is Anubis...like what?
This is my OC Lucille in her full demon form.

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Alastor x Graysexual Reader headcanons
Alastor is canonically asexual. He doesn’t pursue physical intimacy.
She’s graysexual, so her desire is rare and selective. Their bond isn’t defined by sex or even flirtation — it’s defined by intentional time together, attention, and mutual appreciation.
Their dynamic is about patience and consent in its broadest sense: emotional closeness first, physical closeness only if mutually desired.
When they do touch, it’s intentional and deeply comforting — a mutual understanding of presence and trust.
Play and Teasing
Alastor thrives on playful control, but with her, it’s more like a sparring match than dominance.
She teases him back, sometimes even outmaneuvering him in conversation, which he secretly adores.
Their banter becomes a language of affection itself: sarcastic comments, sly references, or subtle critiques that only the other fully understands.
Rare, Meaningful Intimacy
If she ever chooses to be physically affectionate, it’s monumental for him — he notices, records it in memory, and it becomes a treasured moment.
Conversely, his rare moments of vulnerability (even small ones) are equally monumental for her.
I'd like to explore an AU where Alastor is in a relationship with someone who is also on the ace spectrum. I feel like there aren't many stories like that.
Would anyone be interested?
Yes
No