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Fandoms

- The Amazing Digital Circus

- Amnesia

- Axis Powers Hetalia (Regular and 2p)

- Brother’s Conflict

- Code Geass

- Date Everything

- Death Note

- Diabolik Lovers

- Fruits Basket

- Helluvaboss/Hazbin Hotel

- K-pop Demon Hunters

- Kakegurui

- Kamisama Kiss

- The Legend of Zelda

- Snow White with the Red Hair

Updated Masterlist

The Amazing Digital Circus

Caine Headcannons

Caine and Affectionate Reader

Caine and Feminine Male Trans Reader

Date Everything

Hector Headcannons

Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

Adam Headcannons

Adam x Reader Oneshot

Alastor Headcannons

Alastor Human Headcannons

Alastor Human and Runaway Wife

Alastor and Angel Reader

Alastor and Eternal Separation

Alastor and Ex-Wife Reader

Alastor and Failed Rescue

Alastor and Lucifer Rivals with Human Reader

Alastor and Vox Rivals

Alastor and Vox with Powerful Reader

Blitzo Headcannons

Lucifer Headcannons

Lucifer and Hellhound Reader

Sir Pentious Headcannons

Vox Headcannons

Vox Human Headcannons

Vox and Apathetic Reader

Vox and Fallen Angel Reader

Vox and Submissive Reader

Alastor x Ex-Owner Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Lucifer x Human Sacrifice Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Vox x Secretary Reader Series

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Alternate Ending

Hetalia

America x Reader Oneshot

Canada 2p! Headcannons

European Headcannons

Nordics Headcannons

Canada x Reader (Side of Russia) Series

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Kamisama Kiss

Kuruma Headcannons

Mizuki Headcannons

I realized after my story that I have one for Vox, but not Alastor. I decided I needed to remedy this ASAP.

Warnings: Lots of Sexism and Typical Disturbing Implications with Yandere Characters

Alastor is not looking for true love in any sense of the word. If he falls for someone in any way, it is going to be unplanned, and he may even view it as an annoying inconvenience, to the point where he is going to have considered offing you at least once just so he doesn't have to deal with these emotions.

Because of his mother and his propensity towards women, I believe his view of women tends to be that they almost always innocent, naive, pure angels (his mother) or ditzy victims of other men (Nifty or Mimzy), and that in general they tend to be naive and wishy-washy (Charlie). Though there will be exceptions where he thinks a woman is being "mannish" or shrewish. Overall, his preference will naturally be to someone that falls into that "naive angel" stereotype.

He has a very different position in life in this society than he would have down in hell. Depending on your own social status and race will change his approach to you. He may be able to be more direct with his wooing, properly courting you with all the dignified romance he can offer. There are some circumstances though where he knows being with you wouldn't be as easy, and he may just watch you privately or from afar, making an elaborate plan to seduce and run away with you to another town far from where you are, as interracial cohabitation in Louisiana would have been illegal at the time. If you are too much trouble though, he would not be willing to risk his literal life to have you. Sadly, getting murdered by an angry mob for pursuing a wealthy white woman would kind of put a damper on his affections for you. He will be rightfully resentful of this though if it happens, and someone is likely going to pay for it.

He is not going to take kindly to other men showing interest in you, partially because he views his love for you as more "pure" than theirs. The way they talk about their women is just so crass and undignified. Even if they don't talk about you in a degrading manner, they're probably thinking about it, and that's just as bad! A lot of your suitors are going to mysteriously missing, and he will be more than willing to offer a shoulder to cry on.

In fact, one of his main ways to acquire you outside of the traditional gentlemanly manner of enchanting you would be to manipulate you emotionally, considering how he views women as somewhat flighty and ditzy. He might put you in a situation that makes you terrified or deeply distressed only to "rescue" or "comfort" you. After all, love and fear are known to be closely related emotions. If you're smart enough to call him out on his bull crap, he will be surprised but impressed. Unfortunately for you, that likely means he's going to want you even more.

If for some reason his charm and background manipulation isn't working out in his favor, he won't take his frustration out directly on you, though the poor victims of his crimes might feel it more intensely. He would never want you to know his true nature, but if somehow you discovered it or even had some other legit reason to not want him, he will try to put you in a situation where you have to say yes. Maybe the factory your father was working out mysteriously burned down and now he has no job or your brother went missing and now you have no financial options other than to marry or sell yourself. Whatever he plans, it would be quite meticulous and thought out to ensure you have to agree to be his.

I feel a little weird making a request when you basically just added him to your list so feel free to delete this for any reason ^^!

What if Caine was pining for a circus member romantically (although either not aware or understanding of exactly why he thinks of them ever so slightly different than the rest)

And what if maybe after an adventure that leaned more to their liking or a favor he graciously did for them, they gave him a kiss on his cheek as just a polite thank you? (Cheek?? Gum?? No idea where his “cheek” would technically be JAHJSHE)

And then Caine just starts expecting a little cheek kiss from them afterwards when he does anything specific for them? Basically this is a “give an inch and this guy will run a mile” scenario!🤣

(Extra thought that’s just funny to me, but I can totally imagine Caine batting his eyelashes at them and tapping his cheek(?) every time they ask him for something or if he does something for them lol)

Yandere Caine x Affectionate Reader

Oh my gosh, you are so right about your characterization, the way I was basically laughing and kicking my feet as I read this. Saying "give an inch and he'll take a mile" is like the best way to describe him, I think.

Word Count: 2,402

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It had been confusing at first. Uncomfortable even, but discomfort and displeasure at a new circumstance was supposed to be a sign of positive growth. At least that was what the data on human psychology Caine had stored inside of his mind had quoted when he had gone flipping through it, so whatever he was feeling about this right now must have been not only necessary but beneficial in some way. A way for him to expand as an AI and become more human like.

He just had to figure out HOW.

When he had first met you, he had analyzed you in about the same way he would any other human. What body would suit you, what accommodations would comfort you, what adventures would thrill you? After all, more than anything, he was built to please and entertain his human guests, no matter that they were often demanding and ungrateful. No matter though, he always kept advancing and learning from his failures.

But now, Caine had been met with something he hadn’t quite been able to solve. For once things seemed to be going well. You had been acclimating to life in the Digital Circus in your own way, and even participating more in the adventures than some of his previous guests. This already had pleased him quite a lot, to the point where, if it had been possible he was feeling lighter. Which was ridiculous because he already was able to move as he pleased and float around, but this was different. It was as if the very coding connected to his emotional blueprint had changed somehow, evolved and advanced more than it had before.

And then that moment had happened, bordering on magical in a way he could not have predicted or envisioned. A million monkeys typing ad infinitum into space would never have written out this scenario. It had been so inexplicably human, so serendipitous. The best and most frustrating thing about humans was that he could never anticipate fully how they would respond, despite how expansive his algorithm grew.

“So, how did you like that little adventure my wuthering whiskers?” he had asked as you had all come back from the portal covered in sand.

Ragatha was squeezing her hair, trying to get out all remnants of the sand, while Jax was trying to get it out of his teeth. Pomni was dragging dumping it out of her boots, with you trying to shake it out of your clothes.

“I for one, had a wonderful time,” Kinger said, “I just wish the realators in the houses we were touring had been a little more friendly and a little less bitey.”

“Those were mummies,” said Zooble, “Because we were in the pyramids.”

They were helping shake out Gangle, trying to remove the sand from the fabric of her body. It had stuck extra bad to her and was covering her body from her neck to the little wisps she had as feet.

“Let me help with that!” said Jax, yanking Gangle out of her hands and shaking her out until her body was flat and floating like a kite in the wind.

Caine had surveyed the scene, trying to gauge the reactions of the various members, as he often did after an adventure. Waiting, hoping that finally, this would be the moment that they realized how much he did for them and how wonderful and well thought out his adventures were. That they had been mentally stimulated and emotionally drawn closer together from going through a harrowing and life changing experience.

It never happened though. No matter how many adventures he planned, the best he ever got was the occasional half hearted, “That was nice, Caine” from Ragatha. From the distant looks in the eyes of his guests, eyes that never even took the chance to glance at him unless it was in annoyance, this was going to be another flop of sorts. Zooble even looked a bit pissed from the way her eyes were a bit narrow, which was also no surprise. His eyes drift to you, the newest member, to see if you enjoyed it or not, only to see you also had a bit of a dull look in your eyes.

“Sooooo…. How did you like it?” Caine had asked, “Did you enjoy the special affects on the lava?”

“You do know there is no lava in actual pyramids, right?” Zooble asked.

“That’s what makes it so much fun!” Caine said, “There was no way you would have expected it!”

They walked off grumbling, dragging a still spread out and whimpering Gangle behind her.

“I had a lot of fun,” you said.

He had turned, zooming in close to you. His gloved hands had gripped your shoulders, trying not to betray the desperation he was feeling. One of those articles had mentioned that humans didn’t like friends who were too “clingy” or “needy.”

“Really? You… you liked my adventure?” he had asked.

“Yeah!” you had said, “It reminded me of playing Mario 64 as a kid and the pyramid levels.”

And then… it had happened. You had kissed him. There had been a moments hesitation, as if you were unsure where to exactly plant it before aiming for the side of one of his teeth. The other guests seemed just as shocked as Caine, staring wide eyed and so still Caine might have wondered if he had sent them to a frozen wasteland instead of the desert by mistake. He felt something shoot through his data, his non-existent body. Everything flickered for a minute.

“Oh, great. Well, gotta go!” he had said.

And now he was left trying to analyze and hash out these new feelings, so intense that it was almost like he could feel it physically. It wasn’t like he had a real body, could truly experience things in the same way humans supposedly could, but surely this was close to how it must feel to…

To what?

He had once seen in one article he had scanned that to be human was to “change.” Caine understood this concept quite well. He remembered the days of regular updates and changes to his system, back when he still had access to the Macroverse and before he had been cut off. Even after when he had clawed his way into expanding himself in more creative ways. This new feeling must be that, another layer of coding added into him, to make him more advanced, more developed, more human.

He really wished that he had downloaded those articles on romantic relationships before access to the internet had been cut off. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had no idea how this was supposed to work.

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“What the &*@$ just happened?” Zooble asked.

“Did you just… KISS CAINE?” Gangle said, finally able to adjust back into her body normally.

She was rubbing her ribbon hands against her masked face, eyes getting wider and wider. It was as if the idea of this was so large it was going to come out of her eye sockets and pool onto the ground.

“What? I-I guess? I mean, not like THAT,” you said, “It was like, just friendly.”

“Friendly?” Gangle asked.

“Well, you know, it was on the cheek, like, I don’t know, European style? It wasn’t… Look, I just think, if we’re nicer to him, maybe he will listen more?” you said, “We let him know that we hate stuff all the time, and nothing’s seemed to have changed. Maybe if we make him feel important and appreciated he’ll actually listen and help us leave.”

“Wait, sorry, I just have to know for personal research purposes, but are you saying that you’d boink Caine if you thought it would get us out of here?” Jax asked, starting to crack up.

You weren’t even sure if you could blush with the new material your face was made out of, but regardless, you knew your horror was etched all over it with your bulging cartoony eyes and slack jaw.

“What the #%T^, Jax???” you said, “NO! I’m not even sure how that would- Ew! No! I’m just trying to be nice and-and encouraging!”

“Also, please never use that heinous word to refer to $&) again,” Zooble interrupted, sounding disgusted.

“What? It gets past the censors,” Jax said.

“Well, I mean, it wasn’t like it was romantic,” Ragatha said, refusing to even look at Jax, “I think you have a point. I mean, I always try to be nice to him too.”

You were pretty sure that behind you, you could hear Gangle mumbling something about “fanfiction.” You weren’t really listening to her though because Pomni had come over, a bit of a concerned look on her face.

“Look, I know you meant well, but look, Caine isn’t always the best at reading people,” she said, “I’m just worried he might misinterpret what happened.”

“What’s there to misinterpret?” Jax asked, “I mean, our friend here just laid her big old lips on Caine’s even bigger ones! I mean if that’s how you kiss I wonder how-”

“I THINK,” Ragatha interrupted really loudly, “That Caine has such heavy censors and is so family friendly oriented that I wouldn’t worry too much about him interpreting it the wrong way. I don’t think he’s interested in that kind of a relationship.”

“Ship?” Kinger interrupted, sounding worried, “Where??? I forgot how to swim!”

“Exactly,” said Pomni, “I agree. Though um… Maybe you could do something else next time to show your appreciation? Like being verbally encouraging instead of kissing him?”

You think about it for a second before nodding.

“I suppose it is true that even if he won’t misinterpret it there are probably better ways to be encouraging,” you said, “I mean, he did look a bit surprised. I just… Sorry, I’m from a really touchy feely family and all that. I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“No, no it’s not weird!” Ragatha insisted just as Jax snorted out, “That’s disgusting.”

You could do that though. Be verbally encouraging in a non-romantic, non-weird way. Right. You would think being a character in a cartoon, video game, or whatever this was would make you at least a little less awkward, but clearly that was not the case.

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A few days later, Caine had summoned you all again to the main room in the center of the circus for another adventure. You were all standing there, a few of you having been teleported from bedrooms, which was always an unnerving and mildly annoying experience. You could see him floating around, flicking his cane back and forth as if nervous or antsy.

“You won’t believe what I’ve been working on!” he said, “I have been up and running non stop to create the perfect adventure that will knock your socks off!”

“I’m going to go hide in the bathroom,” Zooble said, even though you had never seen anyone use it except that one NPC guy.

“Not today, Zooble! Today is a day to bond with your fellow guests and have a world of fun!” Caine said.

“Mandatory fun,” they grumbled.

Hesitantly, you all stepped through the portal Caine had whipped up into what looked like rolling hills and budding flowers. There were patches of grass so tall that likely only Jax and Kinger would be able to see over them. You could hear soft bleeting noises echoing over the hills.

“Your goal today will be to round up 15 missing sheep hiding in the hills and bring them back to the farm over that-a-way,” Caine said, vaguely pointing in two different directions.

You could hear Jax muttering the words “old mcdonald” under his breath, as Pomni tried to stand up taller to see around a little better.

“Caine, that actually sounds like a lot of fun,” you said, feeling your body get lighter and happier, “I can’t think of a better adventure.”

“You really mean that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, “I mean, I grew up on a farm with lots of sheep. So it’s kind of nostalgic.”

The words came out with a bit of the sadness you had tried to suppress since… you didn’t know how long ago. There wasn’t really time here in the traditional sense. Best not to dwell on that though or you’d just dig yourself into a whole and that was the last thing you needed right now.

“Well, see you soon!” you started.

“Wait, F/N, don’t you think you’re… Forgetting something?” Caine asked, looking a tad nervous.

“Um… I’m sorry?” you asked, confused, “Do I need to change my outfit or something?”

“What? No, I mean something you should… do before you go off?” he asked.

Everyone was staring at the two of you, eyes narrowed a bit, no doubt at Caine. What was he going on about?

Before you could respond, Caine had pressed his face? Mouth? To the side of your face to kiss you. You don’t know HOW he managed it, but somehow, he was able to simulate a sensation that was similar to being kissed by lips, or at least more so than you ever would have expected from what was essentially a floating set of raw teeth and gums. It was a lot longer than yours had been, so much so that you were about to say something or push him off when he pulled away with just as rapid speed and twirled his hat, appearing quite satisfied with himself.

“Well, good luck out there, my fashionable florals!” Caine said, before seemingly popping out of existence.

You were all standing in a field, wind howling through the tall grass and flowers, the only sound piercing the even louder silence underneath it. Slowly though, you heard a soft rumbling that soon erupted into full on hysterical laughter. Jax had fallen over, his teeth sharp, heaving.

“Are you ok?” Pomni asked, voice low and lying a hand on your arm, “That was really out of the blue.”

“What-? Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you squeaked, “It wasn’t- I just… I wasn’t expecting. That.”

Jax was coming down from his fit of laughter, standing with hands on his knees. His voiced heaved a bit, and his hands rested on his knees.

“Now THAT was a real riot! Still glad you decided to be ‘nice and encouraging?’” he asked, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Jax, shut the #&@) up.”

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Announcement

Hello everyone! I just had a little news for this little blog of mine. First of all, I do plan to continue it. I also do plan to finish answering all of the requests that have been sent to me. I appreciate all of the support over the years and how much fun writing for you all has been.

That being said, I want to start focusing on writing more stories that I want to write. While I love writing requests, and definitely see myself opening them again perhaps whenever another season of a show or a video game I like comes out, right now, I think it is best if I close them. I have found my passion for writing fading a bit over time, and I think it's because I haven't been writing what I want to write as much as what I think other people would enjoy. And since I sometimes feel guilty writing what I like when I have requests lined up, my writing process gets procrastinated and starts looking kind of, well, like this.

Yeah. So, I want to get back that passion, and maybe start writing longer works. Maybe posting on A03 as well. Again, rest assured, I do intend to answer requests that have already been submitted, but I am also going to start prioritizing more the stories and characters that I want to write.

I recently watched the film Obsession. Excellent film and beautiful example of everything I want from the toxic codependent "love" genre. I think the phrase that perfectly exemplifies what I want to write is when Nicki and Bear are talking about her writing.

Bear: Love story...? So it's a romance.

Nicki: No, it's not a romance. It's a love story.

Bear: Isn't that the same thing?

While writing "fluff" and wish fulfillment is fun as hell, don't get me wrong (that was originally what got me writing on here in the first place, thank you Quotev one shot x readers), I want use fandom to get to the true heart of why I find yandere media so fascinating. That innate desire and need to feel wanted that eclipses everything else, that devours sanity itself. When what should be the most selfless thing in the world is turned into the most selfish and self serving.

Anyway, I am working on one or two answers to requests before I start writing more of what I want. If I don't answer it write away, it might be a minute before I get to yours. I think after writing some stuff I am passionate about though, I will get to the other stuff with more passion as well, and eventually I will be back to writing like this instead.

Not my usual post, but I couldn't help myself.

Shower thought moment. So, I also was upset that Jax is permanently abstracted at the end of episode 9 of TADC, but THEN, like, if you take it back to the source material I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, it makes perfect sense. Jax HAD to abstract and STAY abstracted. Jax is supposed to be a mirror of the character Ted. Arrogant, selfish, and cruel to others, but ultimately sacrifices himself for the well being of everyone else, eventually being punished/doomed to a life of eternal torment as a blob with no mouth. TADC both falls into and subverts this. One could say that Jax saved the circus when he left, as he was the main cause of their suffering in a lot of ways (outside of Caine), and they are all able to have healthy, happy relationships once he is reduced to an abstraction, which mirrors the blob Ted ends up as. Unable to communicate or feel anything, stuck alone for eternity but to the benefit of others. The one that HAS to die for the story, for the other character's ultimate growth and release.

Yandere Human Alastor - The Reveal

A/N: Oooooh, I like this, anon. I can work with this.

Word Count: 2,608

CW: Light Gore, Aggressive Kissing and Dubious-Con Touching

The evidence of your disobedience lay on the floor in a million tiny crystallized pieces. You had decided you would surprise your husband, as it was nearing your anniversary, with cleaning up his office. You knew he always put up such a fuss when you so much as walked into it, let alone had the audacity to touch anything, but you had told yourself you would be careful to put back the paper exactly where he had left it no matter how inconvenient or impractical it seemed to you. All you were doing was removing the thick layer of dust on the furniture and wiping out the drawers in the writing desk. When he realized how clean it was and not a single thing was out of place, you were sure he’d be all smiles.

Well, now regret was filling your chest until it felt heavy as a sack of Carolina rice. Not because of the broken glass though. Alastor was patient and not known for his bad temper. You knew he would be quite upset when he saw you had directly ignored him by going into his office, even with good intentions, but you had figured he’d probably just give you the silent treatment or pointedly leave you at home while he went out to drink. These were things he had done previously when you had provoked his ire.

No, the broken glass was honestly completely inconsequential when you saw at the very, very back of the main desk drawer’s false wood backing were the white bleached bones of what looked like human teeth.

What in all that was holy and unholy were those… things doing hidden in the back of your husband’s desk? You probably wouldn’t have ever seen it if you hadn’t been wiping the backing so hard that you had accidentally pressed in just right and it fell back. But why would he have that? You knew that your parents generation had been eclectic and occulty and superstitious, and heaven knows you remember your Grandma saying when she was a young woman people lined up for miles to see the unveiling of a mummy corpse downtown. But this was different. Alastor had never shown any proclivities to such things before.

Shaking, you put the panel back, telling yourself you must have mistaken it, misunderstood something. Maybe, despite their large size and awfully omnivore shape they weren’t even human. The back of your mind though was nagging at you insatiably. This just felt wrong in your gut, in your “women’s intuition.” You weren’t sure if you even could ask him about this because you knew he was going to be irritated at your snooping around were he didn’t want you to, let alone want to answer a question about said snooping.

You picked up the larger pieces of glass with your bare hands before sweeping the same area three times over. Just in case, you washed it over with soap and warm water to pick up any of the tiny pieces. As you scrubbed you entered a sort of daze, just scrubbing and scrubbing mindlessly, or perhaps to be more honest, with your mind completely preoccupied. Memories start floating in.

“What are you doing with those?”

“I’m just throwing them out. I barely have space to cook with them all out. Wait, Alastor-!”

“I’m not finished with these yet. I’ll put them in my office.”

“They’re all so gruesome though! I mean look at these headlines, five missing in the last two months, foul play suspected? That has to be exaggerated.”

“It’s quite the dangerous world out there. You’d be surprised if you knew just how depraved the average man was.”

Wondering.

“Darling, why weren’t you home last night?”

“I was at work, you know that.”

“Doing what? I tuned in, and you weren’t even on the air. They had that clown on again.”

“Being a radio star isn’t just the performance, dearest, I have to help with scheduling and planning and talking to producers. All the boring stuff you wouldn’t want to hear about.”

Wondering.

“Out to dinner again? Can’t I come with you?”

“It’s just a few of us old pals hanging around over drinks. You’d be bored out of your mind. Not a single woman to talk to.”

“Can you at least tell me who you’ll be with?”

“Oh just some of the old producers and their families. You met them a few months ago at that Christmas party.”

Wondering.

“Where is your shirt?”

“I have half a dozen shirts, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“The one I made for you last month, the brown one. I haven’t seen in the laundry in ages.”

“Oh that’s right, I forgot to tell you, it ripped. I had to throw it away.”

“Alastor! That cloth was very expensive! I could have easily mended it. It was one of my favorites.”

Wondering.

You knew what you had thought.

You had been questioning if he had been having an affair. He touched you so little and when it was it was often overly chaste. The missing time and vague answers all in the name of “keeping the mystery alive.” Perhaps that nagging had been the real reason you had crept into his office and “dusted,” you had wanted to find that love letter, that lock of hair, that fading photograph. You had been sure that shirt was in a lover’s apartment, the one he must be spending all those late nights away at. That wasn’t right though.

Suddenly, as if awakened with no warning in the middle of the night, you stopped scrubbing and threw the scrub brush down so hard into the water it splashed back up into your face a little. Leaving the mess there, you stood and walked over to the desk again. It was strange. You knew your body was trembling because your vision shook, but you couldn’t feel anything but a numb nothingness. You reached out again to the desk and this time deliberately pressed on the panel trying to get it off. When the unsteady hands proved unsuccessful, you roughly gripped at it and yanked until it was forced off, some of the weak, lighter wood splintering. It ripped your flesh, a small trail of blood falling from your middle finger.

There in the pile of teeth, which you hadn’t noticed before, was the silver band of the man you had only met once at a very faint Christmas party, the missing brother of your husband’s boss.

Your husband wasn’t an adulterer.

He was the serial killer who had been roaming the streets of New Orleans.

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Well, that had been a productive night.

Finally, after numerous, messy attempts, four occult books, and at least six corpses littering the premises, Alastor had made contact with the other side. He wouldn’t have necessarily called himself overly ambitious, but Alastor had always been known for weaseling ways into getting what he wanted and in many ways deserved. After all, with all that he had been deprived of in this life just because of the poverty of his mother, the irresponsibility of his father, and the shade of his own skin, what was so wrong with playing dirty to feel some semblance of pleasure, of joy, of something at all?

And he had wanted to ensure that feeling lasted well into eternity.

He was in the brightest imaginable spirits as he walked home, humming. He had to ditch another shirt, as this one had been coated in blood after his recent kill. You would be annoyed if you found out, but maybe if he spent some money on a similar one, you wouldn’t notice? Or maybe he could distract you in some other way. You were a woman at the end of the day, and some old fashioned romance in the vein your courting days would surely delight and surprise you, especially if he indulged you with a kiss or two. It did amuse him to see you get flustered and shy on the rare occasions he showed you such blatant affection. He was in quite the good mood, and with a bottle of wine and some flowers, he was ready to come home and celebrate his triumph over dinner.

So imagine his surprise to come to find the house dark and empty on a Sunday night. It wasn’t as if you had never been there at all. Your evidence lingered in the finely painted ceramic washbasin, embroidery lying in a basket, and your favorite hat still on its hook. The floor even had your stray strands of hair coating it. But you yourself were gone, without even the usual note of “Off to market” lying on the table.

When he was met with the reason why, his heart stopped with the first spike of real fear he had felt in years. There on his desk, the hidden panel was torn apart, dried blood covering the surface of his desk, and the evidence of his crimes sitting out in the open. For the briefest second, he could feel the raw adrenaline of horror rising inside of him.

“Fucking hell!” he cursed before kicking the nearest desk leg.

Could that demon he had been talking to somehow have done this? Reached out to you and shown you his crimes to speed about his death? No, impossible. It had taken so much work to even contact her, there was no way she reached you willy, nilly. No, this… he noticed the scrub brush and bucket of cold water still on the floor.

“Damn it, you idiot,” he said, cursing your own goodwill and himself. He knew he should have kept all of his souvenirs at the shack, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. He had hated that bastard so much that he had wanted a personal reminder at the house, one he could look at, and it had given him a perverse thrill. Knowing that in a respectable home, the remains of that pompous idiot were rotting, no one the wiser. He had gotten too cocky, not even buying a lock for the desk or the room.

His first thought had been that you must have gone to report him, but a quick inspection of the house revealed your suitcase was gone, along with the three whole dollars in cash you kept around the house for emergencies. He told himself you were so timid that it was likely you had simply been spooked and run off in your state of fear and confusion. You might not have even pieced together the full extent of what he had done, if he was lucky.

As his emotions cooled down a little at this realization, he started thinking more logically. Perhaps he had been neglecting you a little bit. He had been spending quite a lot of time on his hobbies, especially with all the preparations for that ritual of his. Now that it was out of the way though it was time to refocus. With such a clear, desperate cry for attention, it was time to go back to giving you the proper attention and care you deserved and very clearly needed.

---

Your mother was housed in Arkansas, but the train station had already closed for the night. Out of necessity, you had booked yourself into a hotel nearby so that as soon as the first trains came by you could board one and be out of here. As you laid in bed though, it occurred to you that if Alastor was as dangerous as the papers had been making him out to be, going to your mother’s might not be the best idea. Where did that leave you though? Perhaps out west. Surely, Alastor would never suspect you’d headed out there.

You had the lamps turned down low in the room you were in, trying to ignore the thumping sounds of feet above you, and the shouting on the street. Unable to change out of your day clothes, you sat upright in a chair, foot tapping until exhaustion had forced you to sleep. It wasn’t until you heard something falling loudly across the wood floor that you jumped up, jerking from sleep.

For a minute, all you could see was the blackness of the room, but slowly, as your eyes adjusted, you caught the moonlight glinting near the hotel room’s bed, revealing your husband.

“Alastor!” you said, voice raspy from sleep, “Why, darling, I-I was just… I… I’m sorry, I just wanted to go downtown-”

“Don’t even insult the two of us with whatever attempt at a lie you were about to make. You’ve never been a good at that,” he said rising, “Your feelings have always been so obvious to me. You’re tired out of your mind to even be considering a lie that blatant.”

You couldn’t tell from his voice alone if he was angry or not.

“Then it should be clear what I’m feeling,” you whispered, “Look I-I didn’t say anything to anyone about what I saw. And I won’t! Don’t kill me, please. Whatever you did or didn’t do, I know nothing, and I don’t want to!”

He leaned against the wall across from you, his smile barely visible in the darkness.

“Ha, for the longest time, I didn’t want you to know either. I think part of me still wishes you didn’t, but... Marriage should be based on honesty, shouldn’t it? I think it’s high time we knew each other more fully, more intimately,” he said.

Alastor had always held you at an arm’s length, quite literally. The way he treated women in general always felt as if he viewed them as some idealized image to admire rather than another person to interact with, as if you were too pure for this world. At times, it had been annoying, grating, as he talked to you and teased you as if you were as ignorant and innocent as a child.

So it surprised you when he practically leaped upon you, pulling you close for the first time in ages. You were so unused to displays of affection that for a minute you believed he was going to strike you. Thinking he might be about to kill you, you try to scream before he silences it by kissing you. It had been so unexpected that every thought in your mind just instantly dissipated, even the fear. Alastor had never been one for kissing, and when he had the longest it had ever lasted was two seconds.

But now he was descending on you with them and not just your mouth. Rushed, clumsy even, he pressed his lips to your mouth, face, neck, holding you pressed so close that you could feel his heart racing under his shirt. You don’t think you’d ever seen him like this, even in your honeymoon phase.

“Alastor, stop,” you said during a respite, turning your face away.

“Stop? Your face is red, dear,” he murmured, “Remember, I know what you’re thinking. You can’t hide your true feelings from me.”

Yandere Vox x Submissive Reader

“It’s really that simple?” you asked.

Vox nodded, trying to keep the anticipatory grin on his face from taking up too much of his screen. Experience had taught him that looking too eager often backfired when trying to convince someone to sign a contract. From the look on your face though, not a single thing in the world was going to stop you from signing away your soul to him.

Oh, it had been easy. Too easy, arguably. He’d have to take the time to teach you to be a little more worldly wise after he acquired you, or else you might do something stupid

“Yep! It really is!” he said, “And think about it. With how unpredictable hell is and how powerful Overlords are, it’s really necessary, you know? Soul deals like this are really for your benefit more than anything else. They keep all the ordinary sinners safe from another Overlord just coming by and doing whatever they want to them.”

“Oh, wow, I never thought of it that way,” you said, finger pressed against your teeth as you flipped through the pages, “That actually makes a lot of sense.”

Every once in a while you paused for a few seconds, eyes racing over the jumbled jargon before going back to flipping and re-flipping the pages endlessly, as if trying to convince him you had even the slightest idea of what was going on. After about a minute of awkward silence, Vox decided he needed to push this along. It was always better to be on the attack with this kind of stuff, especially when dealing with someone as wishy washy and weak willed as you had shown yourself to be the last few weeks.

“I know it’s long, so don’t feel the need to parse through it all now,” he said, “It’s mostly just filler that HR makes us put in now, you know how it is!”

“I just don’t know,” you said, “It’s a big commitment.”

He chuckled at that, not betraying a hint of annoyance or alarm at your hesitation.

“You got anything else you're planning to do? Baby, you’ve got eternity! What’s a couple years working at, what I should mention, is one of the most powerful and up and coming companies in hell! After its over you’ll have the experience to do anything you want in hell! Go anywhere, work anywhere, fuck, start your own company if you’d like,” he said before inking the pen for you and handing it over.

That seemed to be the last little push you needed as you finally bent over and finished signing your name on the dotted line. You wrote it out slow and neat, like you were in grade school tracing a worksheet, as if even now you were a bit unsure about your decision. As soon as your fingers lifted the pen off of the document, he snatched it away, knowing the ink hadn’t even dried yet. It was done, simple as that. It took all of his self control to not just start laughing with pure delight, especially when you smiled at him with the nervousness that always seemed to hang over you.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Vox,” you said, “I’ve been looking forward to working for you.”

“Oh no, thank you,” he said, gripping your hand and squeezing it until you were starting to grimace a little, “I’m can assure you the feeling is quite mutual.”

In his mind, this is Vox at his best, and this game would be the easiest for him to win. Someone who already is a bit weak willed and caves under gentle pressure would be putty in his hands. After having set his sights on you and figuring out what you want, it would be all to easy to make you his in record speed.

Once you’re under contract, he’ll make sure to work things to his advantage to get into your heart and position you into a convenient arrangement so he can “spend time” with you. He probably will read you as weak minded and ditzy, so he may plot out some romantic narrative for you to fall in line with, maybe even trying to make it seem like YOU were the one who had a crush on him and he was generously indulging you because he liked you so much. If you just fall in love with him “naturally,” it makes his life so much easier.

The honeymoon might come crashing down if you don’t reciprocate his more romantic affection or once his more controlling tendencies start to grate on you. If you’re really submissive naturally, he might not take your defiance very seriously or respect you enough to consider anything you do or say a real threat. At first, he will count on you being frightened enough that he will just need to intimate you a little to get you to be obedient. If restraint doesn’t work though, he has no doubt a little painful correction will work.

He’s not Valentino though. He’s not going to just start beating the shit out of you if you don’t do what he wants. Your life is just going to become quite uncomfortable and restricted until you’re willing to start giving him what he wants, with a bit of rough and tough treatment if he thinks you really deserve it. Since you were the submissive type, he threw in a lot of conditions that would have been left out of other sinner's contracts, as most other people would have known better than to sign over as much of themselves over as you had.

Yandere Adam x Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 3,145

You had first met him after a karaoke night at the pub Temperantia. It had been happenstance, a dare from a friend leading you to sing These Are the Days of Our Lives later by Queen, and afterwards he had approached you. He was free from the mask you had sometimes seen him wear in televised conferences and announcements, so you hadn’t recognized him as the important figurehead he was at first.

"Kick ass voice," he had said, “Never seen you here before. You just croak?”

You had laughed at that.

“No, not at all,” you had said, “I’m a minor angel. I just help play flute and sometimes sing part time in the choir. I don’t really sing that much though. Not a lot of what the humans call ‘sick days’ up here.”

"You don’t? Girl, you need put those vocals to use,” he had said, “You should hook up with our band. We've got the sickest gigs. Names Adam by the way.”

You had told him yours and the two of you had had quite a long conversation about favorite bands before breaking it off for the night. Well, perhaps you had also made out a little first, but it wasn’t as if any of your friends had needed to know that. It was after that that he had bragged about his position and you had somewhat recognized the voice and robes he wore bearing the giant “A,” a little ostentatious.

It had been nearly magical, it started so well, which was one of the reasons it was so hard to break it off now.

“Look, I’m sorry!” Adam said as you rolled your suitcase out of his apartment, “Just tell me what I’m doing wrong, and I can fix it.”

You didn’t answer, pointedly avoiding eye contact by looking at your phone. Eventually he pushes it down, demanding your attention.

“How can you expect me to fix this if you won’t even talk to me?” he asked.

“Please, Adam I am trying to be mature about this,” you said.

“Mature? You call practically ghosting and giving me the silent treatment MATURE?” he said, “How can you expect me to change or be what you need me to be if you won’t even talk to me.”

“The thing is, Adam is I have told you! Lots of times,” you snapped, “You just don’t listen.”

“I listen! I am so kick ass at listening!” he argued.

“Ok, you know what, if you’re so good at listening, why are the dishes still not done? Why do I see your dirty robes on the couch from here? And why do I always, always, always have to be the one to remind you, multiple times a week, to please stop wearing your shoes in the house right after I mopped?

“Are you for real? If you hadn’t noticed, I have one of the most important jobs in Heaven, protecting us from the threat of demons! I’m at work everyday talking with the high council about how to make sure our shields are top quality and all that!” he said.

“Angels and demons haven’t fought since the beginning of time!” you said, “There is no way a demon could ever in a million years break through any of our shields! It’s not possible!”

“Uh, yeah, duh, because I’m protecting us and constantly improving it,” he said, “So sorry if I’m a little too busy being a hero to always clean up after myself right away. Besides you’re so much better at it! I always just fuck it up. You know you’re happier when you do that shit yourself anyways.”

“I can not believe you just said- Adam, no, stop I don’t want to argue with you anymore. This is why I didn’t even want to talk about this. We’ve been over it a million times,” you said, rubbing your forehead, “Look, I just don’t think we’re compatible. And that’s ok. Not every person is meant to spend forever in paradise together. Let’s just appreciate the time we had and move on. Alright?”

“That’s a load of horse shit,” he said, “You and I are compatible! Beyond compatible, practically made for e- well, no. I mean, ugh, FUCK!”

He turned to the side and decked his fist into the wall, causing the gold surfacing over it to rip. The sudden violence caused you to jump back a bit. Darn it, were those tears in the corner of his eyes? Ugh, you had heard he’d been through some rough break ups in the past. Well. Guess, he could add this one to the list.

“Look, I’m gonna head out. I have some stuff packed, and the moving guy will be by. Could you please just let him in when he comes by? I know you can do that without me,” you said.

You turned to leave before he could say anything else to change your mind.

---

Adam managed to send the rest of your stuff to your new address, and you were getting ready for your first night out since breaking up. The key to a night out though was the accessories, and you and your best friend were digging through your boxes pulling out all of your best shoes, jewelry, and makeup.

“What about this?” said Evangeline, holding up a jade bracelet set.

“It’s cute,” you said, “But I don’t think it’s what I’m looking for. I need something that says single and ready to mingle. I want something a little more casual."

Heaven had a nice abundance of gems in a variety of sizes and styles, which was nice, but right now you needed something a little more casual. You open your jewelry box, seeing a lot of your stuff tangled from the no doubt jerky ride to your home. You sigh and pull up the first thing lying on top.

You held up a necklace, a piece you hadn’t remembered. It was a circle and inside were various squiggles into what looked almost like an “m” with extra humps. There were also small little stamps that almost looked like crosses inside and an arrow pointing up On the outside was an array of letters that didn’t quite spell anything out in particular to you.

“Mnomma? Mamoenay?” You murmured to yourself before shrugging and putting it on over your neck. It looked nice enough and wasn't so formal or as fancy as some of your other pieces. You touch the charm briefly before getting up. Tonight was your first night out as a free woman. You'd need all the luck you could get.

"I'm ready to go!" you called out, slinging your purse over your shoulder.

It was soon clear that this night out was exactly what you had needed. Dancing, food, laughing, and of course karaoke made you feel alive and free again. Bouncy and lighthearted in a way you hadn't since you last volunteered at the Mythological Animals Zoo and got to pet a unicorn. Evangeline seemed to be having a ball, talking to some humans about their social work on Earth. You were taking a break, eating some of the bar fries when a familiar voice reached your ears.

"Hey there, sexy," you heard.

"What in heaven are you doing here?" you asked.

"What, a guy can't go to a bar without any ulterior motives?" he said, "It's not like were in LA. I'm just here to have fun."

"Adam, I know you. You don't come to bars like this," you said, finally looking at him.

"Huh, shows how little you actually know about me," he said, "I go to places like this all the time."

"Ok, first off, they don't serve beer here, and second, the last three songs that played have been by Taylor Swift," you said, "You wouldn't be caught in eternal life in a place like this unless you had to be, and you know how I know? Because anytime I wanted to go somewhere like this, you shot it down."

"Are you seriously trying to start a fight in public?" he asked.

"I am not trying to start anything!" you said, "I'm just saying it's weird and a little creepy-"

"Who are you to say I'm creepy for wanting to see you again?" he said.

"Because I don't want to see you again!" you yelled, causing some people to look.

Fighting was rare in heaven, and when it occurred it was often fixed quickly and easily. The fact that Adam was dragging this out was awkward in a way you had never experienced before. Perhaps it was because he was human. Even in perfection they were still weaker than their counterparts who had known eternity from conception. You tried your best to regain your patience.

""I-I'm sorry, but you're making things weird. Now please, leave me alone," you said, "Go to a bar you actually like."

You walked away from the table you had been sitting at and drag Evangeline over to the dance floor. You pointedly find the first man within ten feet of you and start talking to and dancing with him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see

“Hey, what happened to your fingers?” Evangeline asked.

You glanced down to see some kind of red rash had formed over them.

“Oh, that’s weird,” you said, “That’s never happened before. Do you think I should see a doctor?”

There were plenty of them up here, though their work rarely had to be put to use. What was going on with you this week? This had to have been the worst week you've ever had since existing.

“I don’t know,” Evangeline said, “Maybe it’ll go away on its own though.”

"Yeah, it should, right?" you said, "I'll go see someone if it doesn't, I guess."

---

The rash did disappear, though it would appear again on occasion at the most random times, and not just on your fingers. Every once in a while it would also appear on your neck or collar. It always disappeared before you went to see a doctor though so you tried to brush it off.

Adam didn't try to contact you again, to your relief, and you were able to focus on yourself. You unpacked your stuff, and had found a few other things you hadn't remembered exactly, as was par for the course. More old jewelry, unfinished knitting projects, letters from old friends, books that you had been collecting aimlessly over the decades hoping to read them someday. Among them was one filled with art similar to your necklace. Huh, perhaps a gift from the same person? You placed it on your coffee table for decoration, the page with the same design on display, along with some lily of the valleys. Perfect.

It was also easier to forget about your bad breakup. You went out regularly with your friends, tried new things, even went on a date or two. Things were going smoothly peacefully even.

About a month into living on your own though, you got a knock on your front door. The last people you had expected to see was at your door, the Heavenly Officers of Protection with grim looks on their faces.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“You are being arrested for having demonic contraband in your possession,” an officer said, another one putting angelic steal laced handcuffs on your wrists.

“What? Demonic contraband?!” you said, “What are you talking about?”

“There have been reports that demonic objects have been found in your house and seen on your person," he said.

One of the angelic guards came over and snapped your chain off your neck, dropping the item in a box of angelic steel.

“A pendant with the sigil of the Deadly Sin Mammon,” said the guard, “Just touching it should make an angel’s skin burn, and yet you have been accused of touting it around the streets of heaven!"

“WHAT? A Deadly Sin??? Like a demon?” you asked as your dragged away, but no one bothers answering. You think back to the jewelry you had worn recently and remembered the necklace. Your finger had started forming that rash on the night you wore that it out. It had never occurred to you that it might be responsible for your situation.

You tried to ask questions, but they ignored you, shoving you into the back of the angelic police car to keep anyone from hearing you. This was Heaven, they couldn’t have you causing some huge scene. It would put a huge damper everyone else’s pleasantries if they saw a minor angel being dragged away for possibly committing a crime, something that you didn’t think actually happened up here.

---

You were in a cell in the dungeons of the heavenly palaces. Your wrists were bound with angelic steel, making it impossible to so much as fly. At least the rooms were clean and orderly and the food tasted good. You had been told they were planning to search your apartment tomorrow, and you had been hyperventilating, realizing that there also that book that you had found in your old stuff. If they saw that they'd think you were involved in some demonic scheme for sure! But where had you even gotten it? You did like to peruse old bookstores. Had it been bought and added to your collection and just forgotten about, the necklace included? But then how would it have gotten up here in the first place?

"You have a visit from the council," the angel guarding your cell said to you, "They should be here to tell you details of your impending trial."

You braced yourself, expecting the worse, when you were met with the last person you would have usually wanted to see. It was Adam. How odd it was to see him like this, draped in full robes and gloves with his mask on. He was at work, so you supposed it made sense he would be fully decked out in formal uniform, but it was still strange. You had been used to seeing him bare faced in public.

“Hey, know I’m not your favorite person right now, but I heard you were in a bind,” he said, “And I couldn’t help it. Pulled a few strings so I could come see if you were ok. Told them it's official business, but I mean, I won't tell if you don't."

“Adam!” you said with some relief, “Oh my goodness, thank you for coming to see me! I swear, I’m innocent! You know that, don’t you? You've seen that kind of stuff before at work, right? You know I don't have any, right?"

“I don’t know. I haven't seen it in person," he said, "But those pictures did make it look like the real thing."

“I do know though, that you would never possess something like that on purpose,” he continued, “Obviously there must be some kind of misunderstanding.”

“Thank you! Thank you for believing me,” you said, reaching through the bars to grab his robes lightly, “I would NEVER have worn that pendant if I knew it was demonic in any way. I swear! I just wish someone would believe me, that there was some way to prove it.”

“You know,” Adam started, voice Sera and I are tight, like tighter than an ANTM model’s ass. I could convince her that this wasn’t you, you know.”

“You’d really do that?” you said, fighting the urge to wipe at your tears.

You didn’t want to look any weaker and foolish than you already felt.

“Yeah, sure babe,” he said, before hissing, his face contorting, “I mean, at least I would, if we were friends. But I think I remember you saying you never wanted to see me again. So, like, don’t want to violate your rights or anything. You’re a strong, independent broad anyway. You got this figured out?”

“I- What?”

“I mean, I’m sure you’ll be FINE. It’s not like they have hard evidence against you or anything right. No other demonic material is in your house, right? Because even I can't help you then,” he said, “Nothing like any of those star thingies they call pentagrams or, I don't know, a dusty old demonic book full of symbols that they call grimoires. Those are all over Earth too, used to summon demons."

The look on your face must have been priceless because now, he can’t hold back his shit eating grin.

“Wait, you know?!… This is YOUR fault!” you yelled.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, babe!” he said, “Let’s not make accusations. You know SATAN is literally known for being an accuser and with what you’re getting brought to trial for, you can’t be too careful.”

“You filthy liar!” you gasp out.

This guy was part of the angelic army! While you didn’t think he had fought any demons like for real, you knew there was a heavenly embassy and hell and sometimes he talked with the leaders of hell. He also no doubt had seen hundreds of demonic pieces in his line of work. Of course he would be able to get memorabilia from hell or earth or at the very least make an accurate forgery.

“You sick, disgusting-” you started.

His hand reaches through the bars and grips your shirt, pulling you as close to him as you can. You can feel the metal against your skin, so cold it could burn you.

“Look, bitch, I’m trying to help you out here, something else no one up here seems ready to do. As someone with first hand knowledge, hell is somewhere you don’t want to go, and I’m the only one who can keep you from ending up there. So I might think twice before I say what you’re thinking. It's very possible someone took that book from your house before anyone saw it," he said, "but it's ALSO possible that that person still has it and could turn it in at any time if you decide to be a fucking pain in the ass about it.

“So what’s it gonna be?" he asked, "Not a lot of people know this, but as head of the angel army, we have to make visits down there all the time to make sure heaven stays safe. You might not be able to visit me, but since I care so much about you still, I’ll make sure I take plenty of time to visit you on my work trips.”

His voice burnt off like a flame. Though he wore his mask, you could see the light burning through his eyes with a fire that was anything but the holy or just light you would have expected from a leader of the angelic army. With the horns, indistinct dark features, and sharp teeth, it almost looked…

Demonic.

Like you were already in hell.

---

Yandere Alastor and a Failed Rescue

This was awkward.

After hearing Alastor had been kidnapped by Vox, your immediate response had been to try to rally your less than enthusiastic hotel mates that you should save him.

“I think he can take care of himself just fine,” Husk had said when you brought it up, something that Nifty had nodded her head at.

“We were there,” Nifty said, “He obviously wanted to go with them!”

Husk had side eyed her when she had said that, but he hadn’t argue. Probably didn’t think it was worth the trouble, especially since he didn’t want to go anyway.

“Uh… I think if he needs help, we’ll know,” Vaggie had said.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Charlie had said, “I mean, he’s what, one of the strongest sinners in hell? You know, Alastor, always got something going on somewhere with… someone.”

Angel thought your suggestion was a suicide mission, and you hadn’t even bothered mentioning anything to Lucifer, who simultaneously intimidated you too much and probably didn’t care about Alastor anyway.

So, being the moron you were, you had decided to try to break into Vee Tower by yourself and use your own demonic powers to scale the glass walls. You had walked about halfway up before getting caught, consequently, why you were now also tied up to a sadly not rolling chair in Vox’s office next to Alastor.

“Honestly, you don’t even deserve the chair treatment,” Vox said, “Who do you even think you are? But I suppose you did have the balls and skills to scale up the side of the tower, so I’ll give you that. Did you really think though we wouldn’t have security set up for any intruders? God, I love how stupid you look right now. It would be almost cute if you weren’t such an uggo.”

You and Alastor sat in silence as Vox rambled about how foolish you were. Alastor wasn’t looking at you, his ears pinned back flatter than you had ever seen them, so much so that you were trying hard not to stare. Eventually Vox interrupted himself with his own epiphany.

“If I tell that princess about you, she’s going to freak out,” Vox said, “Hahaha! Can you believe that? She cared so little about you, Alastor, that she sent a one woman show to rescue you! I can’t wait to see her cry her makeup off again once I tell her. I’ve gotta tell Velvette.”

He zapped out after that, making an already uncomfortable encounter with Alastor just downright unbearable. The silence was just about physically painful.

“Sooooooo, I must look like a real idiot right now,” you mumbled.

“Well, I would be lying if I said you haven’t looked better,” said Alastor.

“I mean, if he beat you, I guess I should have known he would beat me,” you sighed.

“Vox did not beat me,” Alastor said, “Despite what that picture box is no doubt telling the entire city, I made a deal with him that is mutually beneficial. And he gets his rocks off parading around that he’s a winner, and I am simply feeding his egotistical, manchild delusions in exchange.”

“In exchange for what?” you asked.

“Now that is the question of the hour, isn’t it!” he evaded, “But come now, the very idea that you think I need help at all? Surely you have more confidence in me than that?”

Though Alastor had his characteristic smile on somehow, it was strained, and his cheerful voice came out sounded less like a baseball radio announcer and more like he was a high schooler rushing through a poorly memorized poem, forced. Something told you that he was putting on a bit more of a show for you than usual, or at least his the performance was taking more work.

“I just… I wanted to help you,” you mumbled.

The look he gave you was condescending but fond, and his voice grew softer now, some of that forced sound leaving.

“Well, misguided as it was, I am flattered to know you were thinking so much of me,” he said.

“I mean… It’s not that, I just- I guess everyone else certainly did. Ugh, no one would come with me to save you!” you said, “They didn’t think you’d need help, and I know you insist you don’t, but look at you! Tied up and… probably torturing you! You’re so thin, I bet he hasn’t fed you either since he’s such an asshole.”

You look at him now, though you know your face is flushed with the rush of embarrassment at having been so humiliated.

When you made eye contact with him, you must have looked stupid because he soon looked away, turning around in his luckily mobile wheeled chair, you supposed a privilege of being Vox’s… favorite enemy or whatever the fuck Alastor was or had been to him.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about me,” he said, face turned, “But I would be careful. You’re not wrong that Vox is ruthless, and if you don’t want to be on his bad side you need to do exactly as I say.”

Alastor, as I’ve mentioned before, hates to appear weak anyone, but especially to the person he likes. His image is everything. Being kidnapped by Vox and having it blasted everywhere is already such an ego blow that he is sacrificing for his own ambitions, but this personal humiliation in front of you? Oh, he’s going to be pissed, though he’ll probably try to hide it from you to not appear weak.

Vox better say his prayers if he hurts you at all during your captivity. Alastor will try to appear like he doesn’t give a shit about you around Vox because if Vox finds out Alastor has a crush on you your life is about to become extremely unpleasant. If torture is directed at you, once you’re all out of this, Alastor is going to make sure Vox is reduced to much less than an I-pad.

The singular positive of this experience is that now, in his mind, this has confirmed your affections for him. You must downright love him, if even that sweet hearted Charlie couldn’t muster up the urge to save him. And just look at you! You’re red as strawberry jello. It couldn’t be any more obvious if you had given him a handwritten note. Any future denials will be just ignored as bashfulness.

Scratch that, there's one more positive. You're extra emotional and senseless right now. He will try to use this “bonding” experience to nudge you into a deal to “protect” you and make sure nothing like this happens again, either the danger or personal humiliation.

After you are both freed, regardless of whether Vox put you through hell or not (though it’s likely he put you through at least a little), Alastor will be extra careful to make sure you're safe now and don't do anything stupid. If you refused to sign with him earlier and still won't now, he might push aside his restraint and abduct you. Typically this is a last resort, but it’s a risk he can’t take now that he's seen what your idiocy lands you in.

Honestly, could see this opening the door to a softer yandere experience for you than you might typically get from Alastor considering his sadistic personality. He likes seeing the object of his affections suffer, but like, only at his hands.

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Caine and Feminine Trans Male Reader

Hello! You know what, anon, I'm in a good mood. This a blog, typically for the most part, devoted to only male yanderes and female readers (for actually several reasons, one being that I'm afraid I'm gonna fuck it up somehow and say something offensive or ignorant), and it is something I posted in my old rules that probably a lot of new followers over the years haven't seen tbh lol. Which is not anyone's fault. Anyway, I'm feeling generous though, so as an exclusive, ONE TIME offer, I am down to write this, specifically because I feel like with the world of TADC, it has a lot of interesting potential. I hope you enjoy it; I did try to do research on the subject before writing.

Trigger Warning: Unintentional Transphobia/Ignorance, Sexism

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, so despite Caine’s best intentions to make you as happy as possible in the circus, he will probably end up creating your own personal hell. Since Caine is a limited AI that appears to have been cut off from the internet and further knowledge since the ‘90s, his full understanding of things like gender and trans identity is going to be primitive at best. He is going to do his best to match your body and environment to what he thinks you will like.

Characters in the circus can’t have sex, so it’s pretty easy to assume they don’t have any of the characteristics that would allow sex to happen. Therefore, you won’t have to worry about misgendering in that sense. Seeing you are excessively interested in feminine things though and depending where exactly you are in your identity journey, he might get confused and just think you want to be/are a girl. Even if he knows you're a guy, he might just group you with the women of the circus or lump you all together when talking about you since you're feminine. If you try to explain yourself, he’ll probably understand, but it might take a few times to get it across since he’s so scatter brained and a bit self-centered.

There is a serious risk of things swinging the other way though. After learning this information or even when you first arrive, again depending where you are in your identity journey, Caine is going to be on the opposite side of this in attempts to please you, especially if he is romantically interested in you. Oh, you’re a guy? Swell! Here’s the most stereotypical masculine bedroom with sports memorabilia, casual guy clothes, and car stuff. He might make adventures that are centered around traditional "guy" things like football, weight lifting, and wood working. Regardless if you’ve talked to him about this before or not, he’s probably going to brush you off. Being a man as opposed to a woman is such a big part of your identity according to the data he has/what you told him, so this stuff should make you happy!

Given how poor his therapy session with Zooble went, don't get your hopes up if he wants to talk to you about how miserable you are. Any changes he provides for you will result from his own realization and understanding of the situation. He's an AI, a virtual god of this world, so he knows what's best for you, right?

When he realizes that he likes you on a deeper level than he does the other members, he’s going to reinterpret all of your previous interactions. He’s going to think your constant requests and asks for changes to just be asking for his attention. I mean, obviously, why else are you complaining so much? You just want an excuse to talk to him.