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โ Ash โข she/her โข 20+
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โ Ash โข she/her โข 20+
I hope you enjoy your visit to my page <3
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x daughter!Reader
Word Count: ~3200
Summary:ย The term โfamilyโ isnโt all that bad, as long as it is his oneโs talking about.
Karl Heisenberg // Resident Evil Village
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Human!Alastor x f!reader
blood / size kink / bitting / incorrect usage of knives / virgin reader / fucking in general / ALASTOR IS FILTHY AS HELL / porn with plot
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Your father always disapproved of him. A girl like you should never marry such man.
"A radio host? Pumpkin, you need a man who will be able to look after you when you grow old." Your father had said to you when you had gathered all your courage at dinner table one evening.
"But... I love him father..." You mumbled quietly.
"Love? You're far too young to know what love is. And besides, didn't you see at the ball how all the girls were looking at him? I can bet, that he looks at all the girls the same." Your father continued and dabbing at his moustache with napkin, cleared his throat:
"I must head out. Moon is out tonight and it's perfect for hunting. Lads will be waiting on me by now."
"Stay safe." Your mother kissed your father on cheek and saw him off. You were left sitting alone at the table, staring at your half eaten plate.
"Dont take it so hard, petal." Your mother stood next to you and gently run her hand through your hair.
"A man I respect is keeping me away from the man that my heart yearns for..." You sighed.
"Does father want me to marry someone I do not love? I'd kill myself in such marriage, mother."
"Don't even say such thing. You know your father is only looking out for you. For your future." Your mother said, trying to calm you.
"Alastor is also looking out for me." You narrowed your eyes at mother. With a hard look down at you, your mother advised:
"I think... It would be better if you did not see him anymore. Don't make your father angry, petal."
You looked up at her, not believing what she had just said.
"What..? Mama... How could you say such thing?" Your lip started to tremble. With blurry vision you looked around the table, butter knives shining in dim light. With angry huff you tried to brush your tears away and stood up, chair falling over in process. Your mother took a step back:
"Behave now." Mother said in sharp tone. You took a quick glance at the clock on the mantle piece and then bolted for the door.
"Where are YOU going at such hour?!" Your mother grabbed your hand before you even got two steps away from table.
"Clearly away from here." You spat, not breaking eye contact.
"You will sit back down, finish your dinner and go straight to bed." Your mother stated, her grip on your arm tightening. What she didn't notice, was how your other hand sneaked behind you and blindly reached for the first thing - the glimmering butter knife.
"I will not do such thing. Now. Let. Go." You said through gritted teeth.
"That's it. You insolent daughter." Your mother's hand reached up to grab your hair, but before she could do so - you were pointing the knife at her.
With wide eyes, both of you stared at the knife that was between you two.
"Mother.... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean--"
Your mother looked up at you and in one swift motion slapped you right across your face. With a cry you clutched your cheek and finally escaped the house. Leaving your mother to seeth back at the doorstep.
Quickly running down the front stairs of the house, you bolted across the yard. Ducked through the wooden fence that held your father's horses out of mother's garden, and run bare feet in the field. Trying to put as much distance between her and yourself.
When you finally had reached the other far off side of stockyard, you felt like you could breath again. Not bothering to climb over the fence you sat in the wet dewy grass and leaned against the fence pole. Distinct sounds of hunters gunshots and hound howls echoed in the forest behind.
You looked down at your hands. Right one still clutching the butter knife. From holding it incorrectly in your hand while on the run, you had accidentally nicked your fingers. New tears gathered in your eyes and you let out pathetic whimper.
"Y/n...?" You heard steps approaching on the other side of the fence on the gravel road.
Alastor the type of bitch to dramatically leave a group chat and expect people to miss him desperately
You heard the man ๐
โWell well well, look who it is! Alastor my old pallโ, Rosie exclaimed with a large smile as she walked over to you two. โItโs been ages deary, where have you been?โ, She then looked over to you, and smiled, taking your hands. โOh! And whoโs this lovely dear?โ
Alastor let out a chuckle, his smile never faltering. โThis my dear, is my lovely wife, [name]!โ You waved nervously at the cannibal overlord.
โOh! I would have never guessed!โ Rosie smiled, happy. โNow tell me dear, how did Alastor here score such a lovely lady like yourself?โ She smiled, you smile back, you were about to speak up but she spoke first. โOh why donโt you come have some tea with me dear? I would love to get to know you more!โ
You smiled and nodded at her offer. โAlright then, thank youโ. You and Rosie both left together, Rosie speaking to you, as Alastor was left to stand there alone.
Itโs gotten bad
Here it is, my dear readers, the final chapter! The end to our story and with that, a big announcement! I am now writing a sequel! This book is now a series. How (Not) to Lose Your Soul will continue where we left off here, with the first chapter being released March 10th, 2024. I do hope you've all enjoyed this one and I hope its ending was well worth the wait. I look forward to seeing you all in the next one, my dear readers. <3 Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of death, mental breakdowns, loss, and use of profanity
I love this series so much agghh!!
I remember seeing this fanfic called โplay a song for me mr radiomanโ or something like that and Iโve been meaning to read it but I lost it ๐ Can someone please send me the link or name of the author if you know please and thank you ๐
yk what fuck it, I'm hopping on this trend
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could you do something about how alastor gets jealous and how he shows it? Like what things would get him jealous and stuff like that and then how he would go about it? Thank you!
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TW: Alastor being a red flag, Wifey is into it even though she pretends not to be, A widdle suggestive
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I might go back and change this one a bit ngl
Imagine Alastor somehow ending up owning Morningstar!readers soul (whether it be because the reader loves him or something and she gives it to him after being promised his love in return) and finding out that he only wanted your soul as leverage to get out of the deal he made with Lilith (readers mom) I can already imagine the heartbreak in the readers eyes.
Decided Iโm going to write my first actual โone-shotโ based on this prompt so stay tuned!! :D
Imagine Alastor somehow ending up owning Morningstar!readers soul (whether it be because the reader loves him or something and she gives it to him after being promised his love in return) and finding out that he only wanted your soul as leverage to get out of the deal he made with Lilith (readers mom) I can already imagine the heartbreak in the readers eyes.