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huskersbooze · 2 months

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Part 2 of Who's in Control?

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Alastor x Reader

| Part 1 | Part 2(here!) | Part 3 |

Summary : You and Alastor are still struggling to get back on good terms, both coping, but you still can't forget what he had done. Meanwhile, things with your soul's contract is going downhill..

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here) , Huskerdust(?)

Warnings : Valentino(he doesn't actually do anything he just sucks)

Additional Tags : Still kinda angst(sorry), cussing

Ib : Cordial by Set it Off

Word count : 1.2k

A/N : By popular request, I think I have an overall plot for this originally-to-be-oneshot? There will be more parts to come in the future <3 thank you all for being patient with me

"Hey.. ya’ wanna open the door for a sec?”

You roll off your bed and lazily walk over to open the door. Without looking, you unlock the door and let him in, turning to curl back up in bed.

“How ya’ holding up..?” Angel asks, seeing you in such a state making his heart ache. “We’re all really worried about you.”

“I’m fine, Angel.” You wrap yourself in your blankets and sit on the bed, Angel following.

“You haven’t come down in days. Charlie asked me to check on you.” He says.

“Does she know..?”

“About you and creepy face? Sorta.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“They all know something’s going on between ya’ two. They just don't know what.”

“Great.. let's keep it that way.” You try to force a smile but to no avail.

It was quiet for a moment. Awkward at first, yes, but you both started to enjoy the company.

“We're really worried about you.. ya'know? I'm worried.”

“Thanks.” You hum. “I appreciate it.”

“You gunna’ come get breakfast..? It'll be quick, I promise.”

“Is Al down there?”

“No.” He simply replied. “We don't really know what he's up to lately.”

“What d’you mean?”

“He's also been isolatin’ himself. We don't actually see him much around the Hotel.”

You stay quiet.

“What are we waiting for? Don't want the food to get cold, do we?”

Angel perks up.

“I thought ya'd never ask.”

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You follow Angel down to the lobby, where everyone gathered and ate their breakfast.

The others were surprised to see you, to say the least, but they decided not to interrupt.

It was nice that Angel was able to have you out of your room, they wouldn't want anything to make you go back.

“Hey, kid.” Husk whispers, handing you a plate of pancakes. “Your favourite.”

“Thanks, Husk.” You reply, giving him a genuine smile.

“Ya’ doing alright?”

You shrug. “Could be better.”

“Just glad you’re here, kid.”

“Glad to see you too.” You laugh, walking alongside Angel and Husk towards the table where everyone was having breakfast. “Good morning, guys.”

Everyone stays quiet — everyone consisting of Charlie, Vaggie and Sir Pentious only. Niffty was off dusting the halls.

“I’m fine, Charlie. Thanks for sending Angel to check on me.” You catch a glimpse of Charlie’s worried eyes glued to you, reassuring her it was okay.

“We’re glad to have you back.” She says.

Husk takes his normal seat, Angel on the right of him, leaving one open spot on the left.. not that he ate breakfast much, he usually showed up just to keep you company.. Alastor…

“How’s the breakfast, my dear?”

“It’s amazing! I don’t know why you never bother to try it.”

“I work better on an empty stomach. Plus, I’m more fond of deer.”

“Deer? You actually eat deer?” You asked, bewildered. “Like the whole thing?”

“Well, not the bones, of course not. But yes, I enjoy eating deer.”

“Aren’t you like.. a deer yourself?”

Alastor shoots you a look, and laughs whole-heartedly.

“You certainly don’t see Angel Dust befriending spiders in the hotel, do you?” He lets out another chuckle. “You are such a charmer. Besides, venison tastes exquisite.”

“I’ll try it sometime.” You shrug, taking another bite of your pancakes. “When do you eat this.. deer meal of yours?”

“Oh, all the time. In fact, I’ll be on my way to have it for breakfast later.”

“What’s stopping you from going now?” You tilt your head, licking off the syrup on your fork. Alastor stares at the sight and smiles, genuinely.

“You are, darling. I certainly can't leave a guest unattended.”

“What? Is that why you’re always here for breakfast but won’t actually eat anything? To accompany me?”

“By all means, if I’m intruding, do let me know and I’ll leave.”

“What? No!” You immediately finish your last bite of pancake. “I just think it’s time I accompany you for breakfast, don’t you think?”

His ears twitch.

“Come along then, darling.”

…

“Hey, kid, you alright?” You feel Husk give you a soft nudge on the elbow.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you blink and come back to your senses, seeing everyone staring at you with worry laced on their faces.

“You can go back if you want to.” Charlie says. “No pressure being here, really.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m okay.” You say, immediately taking a big gulp of your pancakes. “I was just lost in thought.”

“Look out for yourself, aight, kid?”

“Yes, dad.” You joke.

Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you, and you can already tell who it is.

You stiffen.

Everyone stiffens.

You feel him stiffen from behind you.

After a second or two, you feel the presence start to leave. Acknowledging the fact there were no open seats and he rarely came for breakfast, you let out a sigh and hoped you won’t regret this later on.

“Morning, Alastor.” It comes out barely a whisper, your eyes glued to your now empty plate. “I was just leaving, you can have my spot.”

“Thank you, darling.” He simply says, placing his plate down as you took yours and left towards the kitchen. You could hear his voice was audibly more tired and broken, but you couldn’t bear looking him in the eyes.

You finish washing your plate in the kitchen, and as you turn, you see Alastor, standing right in your face, nearly bumping into him.

“Jeez! You scared the shit out of me, Al.” You put a hand over your chest.

“Ah, sorry, darling.” He says, ears perking at the mention of the sweet nickname he secretly loved hearing. “It wasn't my intention to startle you.”

“It's fine.” You shrug it off, catching a glimpse of his gaze and immediately melting right into it. Fuck, you had to leave. Now.

“Dear, wait.” He calls after you, but you ignore him.

“Please. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“And? Are you asking for forgiveness or what?” You sigh.

“I just hoped to apologise. I'm deeply sorry.”

“Okay.” You turn to leave. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Darling, can we start over?”

“We can't get back to normal even if we both play pretend.” You don't bother turning to face him, your voice starting to shake. “None of this shit between us is cordial, Alastor.”

“But we're friends, dear-”

“Are we? Friends don't lie to each other and make one another sell their soul to them. Have a nice breakfast.”

Alastor shuts up, watching as your back turns the corner and like that, you're gone.

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“Alastor, how nice of you to join.”

“Valentino. Surprised you aren't taking care of the useless screen.” Alastor acknowledges.

“Vox didn't want to be here, so I thought I'd fill in.”

Alastor takes a seat next to Rosie as the overlord meeting continues on.

“Before we leave, Alastor, may we have an update on the girl?”

His eye twitches, gaze turning to face one of the overlords.

“I simply don't know what you're talking about.”

“Alastor.” They warn. “She's not just any soul.”

“Everything is fully under control, don't fret.”

“Just a reminder, Alastor~ If you fail, she's mine to take.”

“No need to remind me.” He smiles at Valentino, a bit too friendly.

Rosie sends Alastor a look.

Oh whatever is he going to do about this deal.

———/ TBC. /———

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dazai-ritualist · 2 months

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Hey! So I saw your arcana event post (I'm not sure how it works) but I'd like to see what you'd think of platonic!Charlie and/or platonic! Lucifer where (Reader) is Charlie's sibling but they feel like they aren't appreciated as much and they feel resentment/Jealousy towards them. Because of that (Reader) doesn't really talk to them anymore and Charlie/Lucifer tries to find out why. Well, it doesn't have to be plantonic if you rather it be something else, I wouldn't mind.

Right, to get straight to the point, I'd like a segment inspired by the Judgement prompt. With either Charlie and Lucifer. Maybe it it starts it angst to fluff, but you're the writer, so whatever you're comfortable with. No pressure! You may feel free to move over with this idea.

YOU’RE LOSING ME - Judgement Upright & Reversed

— rekindling your bond with your father and sister, lucifer and charlie morningstar

— tags: gn!reader, small father husk x reader, alcohol, family jealousy, ill wishes, angst to fluff

— join in! the major arcana - decide your fate

as one of the heirs to the throne of hell, you’d worked your hardest to earn the respect of the sinners. commanding them with decisivness and elegance, often reminding many (especially your father) of your mother, lilith.

with your strong personality, lucifer hid himself in his private sector of the palace, doing who knows what in there until dinner came, in which he’d sit at the opposite side of the table. giving quick and quiet responses to your attempts at conversation.

and it’s because of that— the lack of excitement and conversation in the palace, that you decided to join your sister’s deluded dreams of redemption at her ‘Happy Hotel’.

in all honesty, the hotel was not too shabby at all. minimal pests thanks to the housekeeper, niffty; generally cozy decor provided by the radio demon himself; and decent drinks provided by husk the bartender

the only real thing that kept you from truly enjoying the hotel was charlie herself. it was true, you loved charlie and would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant saying something you didn’t believe was true. but, the difference in the ways everyone treated her and you!

everyone treated her like a leader, albeit the occasional poke at her convincing skills. not to mention the amount of blind faith that vaggie and alastor put in her, pushing themself to their emotional limits and fulfilling bizarre requests just to see her succeed. in turn, they treated you like an old pal and attempting to befriend you, don’t they see you as charlie’s equal?

it was never a thought you’d ever dare to say out loud; but, at times you wished she’d cease to exist, or even never existed at all. if she wasnt here, no one would compare you two anymore.

your resentment grew by the time charlie had invited your father to the hotel. standing on the sidelines as lucifer did his best to prove to charlie he was much more helpful than alastor.

“dad— um, maybe you’d want me to give you a tour around the hotel? i could show you around, i practically know it like the back of my hand!” you grinned, trying to impress him. lucifer glared at alastor before turning to face you softly and responding, “my dear, i think it’d be better if charlie was the one to give me a tour!”

you noticed that lucifer was glaring at alastor, so you had tried your best not to take it to heart. “oh… alright, dad” you bared a forced smile. don’t think though for a second that your father didn’t notice. his spiteful grin fell as he saw the disappointment on your face. though, as much as he wanted to say something about it, he was too much of a coward to say anything about it.

as lucifer, charlie and alastor left to their tour, you sat down at the bar, husk noticing your sullen mood, mixing you an ‘el diablo’, quite ironic. “now what’s got you so down in the dumps, ah? got some daddy issues?” he smiled softly at you, leaning over the bar counter to listen, tuning out whatever nonsense mimzy was spouting. quite different from the usual grumpy cat. “what are you on about? i don’t… have daddy issues” you scowled as husk poured the crimson drink into a tall glass. “really now?” he raised an eyebrow. “well… whatever shit you’ve got going on, you gotta face it head on, instead of shoving it down. trust me, i’ve been in your shoes before” he smiled as he shook the hair on your head. “look… i gotta go do something for a second, just… sit tight, got it?” he said as you nodded before leaving the counter to who knows where.

halfway to the end of the glass, a bang struck out, resonating through the entire hotel. “oh, shit…” mimzy cursed out as she hid behind the counter. those minutes were a blur, ignoring the world surrounding, engulfed by husk’s words. “whatever you’re going through, you have to face it head on.” you frowned, the tequila clouding your thoughts.

you turned your back to see lucifer gripping charlies back in a loving hug. your eyes narrowed in on them, rolling them as you snarl. lucifer heard, slowly letting go of charlie before walking to you, cupping your back, spine hunched on the counter.

“hey, kiddo… what’s gotcha looking so pissed..?” he asked awkwardly, most likely aware of the source for you hate. “what does charlie have that… what makes her so much better than me?” your lip trembled, tears threatening to fall out before overflowing down your cheeks.

your dad and charlie listened to your insecurities, as well as looking in hindsight at the events of today. guilt growing in the pit of his stomach, he turned the stool to face him as he embraced you in a warm hug, stroking you back softly as charlie joined from behind.

“kiddo… im so sorry if i ever made you feel like you werent good enough. i…i just got so happy that i got to see you two again. i guess i also got too caught up in trying to help with the hotel, i overlooked you and im sorry. i never meant to do that, could you find it in your precious heart to forgive your old man?” his eyes softening as he kissed the top of your head.

charlie spoke up too “im sorry too… i got too focused on trying to prove that the hotel works, i didnt even think that you probably want to spend time with dad too…” she pouted. as her grip on you tightened. “it’s okay, let’s just promise to be more open with each other… you two are the only family i’ve got left now that mom’s disappeared…” you smiled, arms wrapping around your father and sister.

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bunniesanddeer · 2 months

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I really really LOVE the Touch chapters with Alastor. You write it so well! Although you have a fic on touch now already I was wondering if I could request something similar?

Persoanlly I think I'd be a really affectionate and touchy person but I simply cannot initiate touch without knowing where to touch, how long, how much pressure and so on. And asking people before hand makes them really confused and tbh I hate having to explain myself and sound needy about it. Idk if it's just me having some weird thing going on.

Anyways, would you consider writing Al with a reader that just got to the hotel and is very straight forward with people about their fear of initiating physical contact during times where reader knows someone would appreciate a hug or pat or any kind of physical contact but reader can't give it them before clearing just how hey want the touch to be.

So Alastor notices that reader acts very affectionate in moments with people who initiate touch (cuddles with Angel on the couch, does Charlie's hair). But at the same time he notices that they shy away and sometimes flinch away when reader touches someone by accident (handing someone something and their hands brush, etc) and apologizes as if they had just burned them.

He goes to figure out why that is and kind of challenges reader to touch him (after him consenting of course) whenever because the struggle and fear amuses him plenty but somewhere deep down he wants them to grow comfortable and confident since that is how their personality is over all and it suits them way better than the cowardly insecure overthinking reader who is too scared to ask for a hug on an especially bad day, even when it could literally save their afterlife.

Just fluff and more physical affection and soft Alastor

You don't have to though! We have already been blessed with some amazing works by you

Would appreciate it to the moon and back if you would take this request (or add another part to your Touch chapters because I am a girl OBSSESSED and starved, hungry for more lol)

Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you have a lovely weekend!!!!! <3

Hi! I hope this is something like what you wanted? I had fun writing this. Sorry it took me a little while, haha.

Challenge

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: Fluff, touch sensitive reader/Alastor, slightest tinge of angst

Word Count: 2,839

When you had come to the hotel, Alastor was sure you weren’t going to last long. You avoided eye-contact with others, and your hands constantly fidgeted. You shifted on your feet, and rocked back on your heels constantly. Even when standing in one place, you couldn’t seem to be still. You seemed shifty, and he was sure you would pull something, and he would have to remove you. Alas, he was wrong. You stuck around, even if your weird tendencies only got weirder.

In the several weeks you had been residing in the hotel, not once had you initiated contact with anyone, not that he had seen. Alastor was sure you didn’t like it, until he saw Angel pick you up like a stuffed animal, and make you cuddle with him while watching the television. You had melted into the embrace, nuzzling against the soft fur of Angel’s upper shoulders. So Alastor needed to keep watching, and come up with a new explanation for your behavior.

At some point, Charlie had begged to ‘play’ with your long hair, so the two of you ended up dragging everyone into the sitting room for an impromptu ‘spa’ day. Charlie sat behind you, you were nearly in her lap, braiding one section of hair, and Vaggie was painting your claws. Angel was brushing out Husker’s fur. Niffty and Sir Pentious were talking and looking at the make up laid out across the coffee table. Alastor merely watched, amused by the group's antics every once in a while.

He watched the way your eyes fluttered when you were embraced by the girls, and the way you seemed so at ease. Nothing seemed particularly amiss. He wondered if you hadn’t been comfortable yet, and had nearly settled with that. That was, until Angel came home, nearly in tears, one day.

“Fuck!” Angel yelled, tossing his phone harshly. It was rare for Angel Dust to have such an outward burst of anger. He always put on a show of being satisfied with his work, even when he clearly wasn’t. When Angel had settled on one of the couches, his face collapsed into his hands. “I’m so fucking tired of Val…”

Angel mumbled to himself as you entered the lobby. You glanced at Angel, and then his shattered phone. You frowned, your soft features looking nearly angry, and then picked up his phone, and made your way to him. Alastor watched from the bar, interested to see how this interaction went.

“Hey, Angie. I uh, I got your phone,” you said quietly. You sat off to the side of the couch, looking out of place, and uncomfortable.

Angel mumbled something back, and your frown grew more severe. “I uh,” your voice trailed off, and your eyes started darting around. “Do you - do you want, like, a hug? I don’t really know what you need right now, I’m sorry.”

Alastor watches as Angel turns his head and whispers something to you. He doesn’t seem confused, not like Alastor is. He is clearly missing something. His eyes narrow, and he watches as you crawl up on the couch and awkwardly settle yourself against Angel’s side.

How bizarre! How could you possibly not know what he needed? You were a very empathetic person, always looking out for others, and you liked being held, clearly, so how would you lack this kind of knowledge.

Alastor decides to confront you about it, at a later time. He needed to know everything about this. Perhaps it would be useful!

The next day, Alastor decides to try and get you to touch him, and then go from there. (It had been a little while since he had decided to ‘wing’ something like this. How exciting! You weren’t a bore at all!) His best bet would be to invite you to assist him for the day, so he invites you to when you’re heading down the stairs that morning.

“Ah! Just the woman I was looking for! How are you this morning, dearest?” He settles his hand on the banister, near where yours is resting, and waits.

“Oh! Good morning Alastor. I’m doing okay. What is it you needed me for?” Your smile is gentle and your demeanor open, even if you can’t keep eye-contact.

“I was wondering if you would like to assist me today? We haven’t had much ‘bonding’ time as you and the others! I was hoping to rectify that,” he responds. He keeps his normal flair and watches you giggle at him.

“Of course, Al. It’s not like I had much going on today.” You pull back from the banister and twist to look at him better. “What do you have in mind?”

Alastor merely nods, and starts leading you down to the kitchen. “I was thinking you could assist me with breakfast, and then we can do some minor paperwork! We’ll decide what to do after that.”

You happily agree, and trail after him, leaving just enough space so you can’t ump into him.

“We are going to make french-toast, fried green tomatoes, and ham. Should be simple enough, dear!” He snaps, and the two of you are wearing aprons. You let out a surprised laugh, and smile up at him.

“I will never get over how cool that is!”

He waves you off, and starts pulling things out of the cabinets. He hands each one to you, waiting for you to make contact.

Then it happens.

You jerk your hand back so fast that the whisk he’d been handing to you falls to the floor with a clatter. Your whole body seems to shrink in on yourself, and your expression collapses.

“Oh. Oh, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You start rambling apologies, and it makes Alastor’s head cock to the side.

“Why are you sorry, dear?” His voice lilts with just the slightest amount of amusement, but you don’t seem to catch on to it.

“I- I touched you! I’m sorry! I don’t know how to do it appropriately, and I’m sorry! You have more boundaries than the others and I just-” Your rambling starts to annoy him, just the slightest bit, and his eyes narrow.

“I would tell you, if I had a problem with it,” he starts. “You don’t normally have a problem. Why is it a problem now?”

You frown, harshly. It is the first time he has seen such a negative emotion on your face. (Something in him is unsettled at the sight. He ignores it, as he often does). “What do you mean? That’s not the same!”

Alastor is now genuinely confused. It is absolutely the same! How could it not be?

You seem to catch onto his confusion, and a small growl rips from your throat in frustration. “I’m okay with people touching me first, because that’s initiating contact, and they lead the whole time. It’s easier to understand what people want, and where it is okay to touch, based on how they feel, and how they are touching me. But, but when I do it first, it’s hard to know what’s okay! I don’t have someone to mimic, and it’s- it’s hard!” Your face contorts further, and you’re palpably angry.

“All these social rules, and stuff can be so hard sometimes! It’s easier to just not do it! How can I hurt anyone if I don’t give myself the opportunity, you know?” You sigh, and drop your upper body on the kitchen island’s counter. “It sucks,” you say, your voice muffled by the counter.

Alastor feels a modicum of sympathy. You nearly have the exact opposite problem to him. You want to touch other, craving that closeness, but don’t know how to go about it. He would rather go without it, but knows exactly how to use touch on others, especially to get what he wants.

His mind whirls with thoughts of how pathetic you seem like this. You are normally so confident! Why let this silly worry prevent you from being the best you can be? His thoughts settle on a plan before he can really acknowledge it.

“Alright then, dearest!” Alastor smacks the counter, drawing your attention. “I have an idea. A challenge, if you will. To help you get over this silly fear of yours, I challenge you to this; you must touch me every day, at least once. Each touch must be a different kind than the last, and it can’t be for the same reason.” Alastor tilts his head at you, waiting for you to take the bait. “You are allowed to do it without asking, and it can be as big or small as you are comfortable with, but you need to do it. If you can do this, to the point where you are comfortable hugging the others without worrying about “hurting” them, then you win.”

Your head pops up from the counter, and you narrow your eyes at him. “What do I win?”

Alastor feels his grin widen. Yes, you would be fun to play with. “A small favor. Something simple. And confidence. It’s a shame that you are being held back by something so simple!”

You huff, but nod your head. “Fine. I touch you, once a day, unsolicited, and it’s gotta be different each time, or something like that. I win when I can hug everyone else without being touched first.”

“There’s my girl,” he says, watching your whole body stiffen in response. He laughs, and picks up the whisk from the floor. “Let’s continue with breakfast, yes?”

The first time you touch him is during a “movie night” that Charlie sets up the next day. She demanded Alastor participate, despite his well known hatred of television, and everything to do with that technology. You had silently approached him as the group set up pillows and blankets on the floor around the TV, and against the couches. The two of you watched idly, before you spoke up.

“Can I sit with you,” you asked softly.

“Of course, dear! Good company might make this terrible idea more… palatable,” Alastor grumbled. You smile at him, and laugh a little.

“Oh, the horror. Sitting with your friends, and relaxing,” you respond, tilting your head at him. His static surges for a moment, but he says nothing in response. You laugh again, although he’s not quite sure why.

When the group finally gets settled in for the movie, and the lights are turned off, he watches you shift about in your seat. Your eyes dart around the room, and your hands fidget. It takes a few minutes, the intro to the movie already going, for you to finally look at him. You scoot closer to him, more than halfway across the couch. You wait another moment, and Alastor’s eyes don’t move from your form. He just watches you fidget with amusement. Finally, you speak up, barely a whisper.

“Hey, can- can I lean on you?” You are so hesitant, and it makes his eyebrows furrow, just the slightest.

“Of course, dear,” he whispers back, his static barely a murmur. Your body slackens, all the tension drawn out.

“Oh, good,” you mumble, pressing your small form against his side. It takes a few moments, but then you are completely calm against him, head pressed into his arm, your hands against his waist, and knees curled up under you and tucked against his thigh. You mumble something about him being warm, and all Alastor can do is agree.

You are so very warm, and it has him almost anxious. He isn’t sure what about, as the room is calm, and the silly animated picture-show is easily ignored. You are so very warm, and he can feel each breath your body breathes in. He can nearly hear the soft pound of your heartbeat, even over the picture-show. His nose twitches at your scent. He will have to take a far-too hot bath later to remove it. It’s fine, though. It’s all part of the game.

Alastor ignores that you’ve fallen asleep on him. It’s for the best.

The next day, you offer him a “fist-bump”, which he doesn’t understand. You laugh, and explain the gesture, and show him how it looks.

“You do it when you did something cool, or when you’re having fun with your friends.” You smile at him and constantly gesture with your hands while you talk. It keeps his attention quite easily. “Ah, here, let’s see if you understand. What was the last cool thing you did? It can be whatever.”

Alastor thinks over the last few days exploits, and shrugs. “I made a sinner cry by merely looking at him, this morning.”

You go stock still before bursting out laughing. “Really? Oh my gosh. Seriously, fist-bump,” and you offer your knuckles. Alastor hesitantly returns the gesture, knocking your hands together. However clumsily it was done, it makes your smile wider. “Nice! Yeah, that’s exactly how you do it!”

If he tries the gesture on the others later on, he never tells you. Charlie got a kick out if, though. He refuses to tell her who told him about it.

One day, you’re assisting Niffty cleaning, but can’t reach a spot way too high for either of you to get. Neither of you can find a ladder, and Alastor is watching with a far too delighted smile. When you spot him, you smile mischievously.

“Alastoorrrrr,” You call, your eyes narrowing playfully. “Come here. Please.”

He strides over, not letting his hesitance show. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

“Can I get up on your shoulders? I need to be able to reach that spot with the duster.” You point up at where you need to dust. He looks over at it, and realizes you are definitely not getting up there without help.

Alastor cocks his head at you, thinking over the logistics, and then nods. He kneels down, and feels you pull yourself onto his back, propping each leg over his shoulders. When you are still, hands gently around his neck, he stands up straight. He feels you wobble and then balance with a laugh. Your hands let go of him. He feels each breath and laugh and words from you gently vibrate his head with how close the two of you are.

“I’m so tall! Hahah! This is great! I wish I was always this tall, haha!” You keep laughing, and readjust your duster, pointing at your destination. “Onwards, my steed!”

Alastor rolls his eyes at your antics, but obliges, standing closer to where you need to be. Niffty is squealing, and it’s making you laugh harder. Alastor joins in at some point, and then the three of you are running around the first floor of the hotel, terrorizing the others with your hijinks.

Alastor thinks, privately, that you make him laugh over the little things, something that he hasn’t done in a while. He isn’t sure how to feel about it.

It’s several weeks after the challenge had been initiated, that he finds you hiding in a side-closet. Alastor isn’t sure how he knew you would be there, but the discovery throws him. You’re crying. Nearly bawling your eyes out, and you look uncomfortable with the way your small body is curled into a tight ball, surrounded by cleaning supplies.

“Oh, hey, Al,” you say, your voice rough. “How’d you find me?”

“Just needed to follow the sound of despair, apparently, my dear,” he responds without a thought. He nearly winces when his words process, and he shakes his head. “I’m not sure, dear. Whatever are you doing in there?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something upset me, but I can’t remember what.” Your voice trails off, and you look at where you have situated yourself. You huff, and pull yourself out with a grunt.

You dust off your knees, and the back of your pants, frowning. “Sorry you had to see that, haha.” You try to muster a smile, but Alastor sees right through it. “Right.”

Alastor simply watches as you shut the closet door, and try and calm yourself down.

“Gosh, I feel dumb.” You frown at the ground, and sigh. “Alright. Can I have a hug?”

Alastor’s eyebrows raise. Oh. You were finally ready to hug him. How interesting.

“Of course, dear.” He opens his arms, not even bothering to check for others seeing the interaction. You rub your face, and then step between his arms. You wrap yourself around him, loose at first, and then you embrace him hard. His arms fall around you, and he pulls you in close. His head settles on top of yours.

You are still so warm, and you smell wonderful; something comforting, something familiar. Your heart thrums against your ribs, and he can feel it pounding. His ears twitch at every soft sound.

This is nice. Although there is still time, part of him mourns the day you are ready to win his challenge. He supposes he can enjoy each little bit of connection the two of you have, until then.

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#alastor x reader #bun's short fics #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor fanfiction #alastor x you #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fluff #fanfic

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Random Hazbin Hotel HC that are true in my heart of hearts

-Alastor making so many fucking deer puns

-Angel and Husk both can not stand the deer puns.

-Niffty and Husk talk a lot about everything. All the time. The best friends who are like “I won’t tell anyone” and then immediately walk off to tell the other

-Alastor likes to dance but yk he normally does with like Rosie. Obviously she’s not there all the time, but other people he’ll dance with are Charlie and Niffty (sometimes he’ll drag and force Husk, but it’s surprisingly not often)

-Speaking of; while he may not want to dance with everyone he’s very fond of invading people personal space and doing bullshit like twirling them out of nowhere. Maybe to move them out of the way. Not ACTUALLY dancing but it’s on the same vibe (annoying af tho)

-Charlie likes dancing with everyone tho! Yk that one scene of gravity falls that’s like “random dance party for no reason!”? That’s her. Niffty joins her random dance parties, Angel will too he’s in a good enough mood, sir pentious would…try. Definitely try. Vaggie won’t immediately, but if Charlie gently grabs her and they dance TOGETHER then she will. She WILL clap along though! :)

-Vaggie takes like shockingly good care of her hair. It’s very healthy and very thick. She likes that she had the option too, and grew it out as one her first forms of self expression after getting kicked from heaven

-Husk DOES make cat sounds, but he appreciates it if you DONT bring it up, thanks. He WILL act like ur crazy and like he doesn’t know what ur talking about

-Angel tried to be a plant mom but kept killing them by accident. He had one (1) succulent that’s survived and it’s his pride and joy fr fr

-Everyone picks niffty up. Just all the time. Not that she cares tho, she actively climbs on people anyways

-I have no evidence, but Vaggie and Angel get into debates. Like actual real debates on things ranging from actual morals and rights and wrongs, to arguing over who’s cultural foods taste better

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel alastor #niffty hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel vaggie #chaggie #hazbin hotel headcanon

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i-prefer-the-term-antihero · 3 months

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February Hazbin/Helluva Prompts!

Hey everyone!

I really like creating events, and for some reason February is my “prompt list” month. My writer friends submitted prompts to me to make a generic February/Valentine’s prompt list (the second one). But since Hazbin Hotel just came out I decided I wanted to create a list specific to it as well! After all these years season one has finally come out! What better time to celebrate and share our love?! I also decided to include the Helluva Boss characters because why not?

Rules and Guidelines

Please tag your nsfw content!

Feel free to make anything! Fanart, fanfics, comics, etc!

Participate as much or as little as you want. You can make something for every day, pick and choose a couple, or only make something for one prompt, it’s all good!

You can post late! Whether you post it on the day, or a week later, or even in March, it’s all good with me.

You can include multiple characters, just make sure the prompt character is prominent

You can combine the lists, just use one, or hop between them! For example, you could write a fic about Niffty’s unrequited love for a certain bad boy. Or maybe you want to write an shippy fic about a totally different couple, go ahead! Or maybe you just want to draw Niffty, that’s great too! You also don’t have to limit yourself to only using one list—you could draw Niffty today, write about “Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder” unrelated to Charlie tomorrow, whatever you want!

I would really appreciate if you tagged me in your creations! Both as credit for where the prompts came from, and because I want to see the creations they inspire! It also would be nice of you to post the link to this post, or a picture of the prompts, so others can find the prompts if they didn’t see this post.

Fizz was actually on here too, but I realized too late in my editing and moving names around he got lost. My sincerest apologies! Feel free to use him as your free day!

Sorry if anyone really wanted the heavenly characters on here. I kept thinking “Do I want to see cool art of Adam, or of this other character?” And the other characters won every time XD Feel free to use any of them as your free day though!

I hope you guys have fun!

(Got the hotel background here: https://www.reddit.com/r/HazbinHotel/s/KNGZ1743Ln)

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vaggie

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hellaverse-critical-confessions · 9 months

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*cracks knuckles* Get ready for a long ask As an animator/artist myself, I have a lot to say about the character designs. I'm sure you've heard this before, but these characters are not animation friendly. More detail just makes it harder to animate. (While Bee is a notorious example, nearly all of the characters suffer from this) When designing a character for animation, you need to pick and choose the key parts of their design, because you're going to be drawing the same thing over and over. Another thing: The characters have so much freaking red to them. I won't dwell on this for long, but they don't stand out from the background because there's so much freaking red (Another thing that bugs me is that the characters don't look like what the artist wanted them to be like) Ex: Charlie doesn't look like a doll Vaggie barely has a moth resemblance Angel Dust doesn't look like a spider Alastor doesn't look like a deer Niffty doesn't look like a bug or B-movie styled aliens Ozzie doesn't look like a rooster Beelzebub doesn't look like an animal trainer (you would think with all the suits and shit she likes to use, an animal trainer's outfit would be perfect for this)

Another thing: Her characters reuse the same design tropes. Bow ties, suits, fingerless gloves, gold tooth, stick thin figure, top hat, etc I'd excuse it if this was a beginner artist (heck, I used to do this, but eventually learned and grew out of it) but this is a woman in her 30's who graduated art school. TL;DR The designs are bad and hard as heck to animate

Couldn't have said it better myself

I feel like, when Viv sits down to design a new character, her personal preferences come first and everything they're actually supposed to represent second. Sort of tacked onto the final product like "yeah sure that'll do it"

As for the details, if I may add on: not long ago I've studied screencaps of a character from Helluva for redesign purposes. The amount of inconsistencies I came across was surprising! I'm pretty sure he didn't even have an official ref sheet (nor has one been posted to date), but I've heard that even for more prevalent characters the animators only have the most basic turnarounds? Also stuff like Millie's hair and spots tend to be inconsistent. With so much gratuitous/weird detail and apparently lack of proper reference, consistency suffers

Everyone is also very spiky and full of triangles; I'd love a more soft or even square character. Also some different body types... I mean, remember Mimzy from Hazbin? I don't know if Viv does. I wonder if she's still gonna appear at some point. But anyway

On a more positive note, there's a lot of background character designs that I find really cool & enjoyable! Maybe I'll make an appreciation post for them sometime

#confession #you know what also bugs me? somewhat less prevalent than the bow tie. and relatively harmless. but #c h o k e r s #a lot of characters have them. Millie. Loona. Verosika. Angel Dust. Vaggie. Crimini (pretty sure she was retconned but still)#and they're just there... because. no particular reason for it #(except for Loona I suppose. bc spiky dog collar)#it annoyed me because I was gonna give said redesign a choker to symbolize something. but then it felt redundant #also remember when they gave us a green environment for most of the episode where the imps stood out for a change #and then a new character with a wholly green design. and his ass was completely camouflaged for a significant number of scenes #it was almost funny #(but man I sure did NOT enjoy that episode)#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva critical #hazbin critical #OOPS HAHA FORGOT TO ADD THE TAGS I am silly

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platonically-loving-alastor · 15 days

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Hazbin Top 5

I was going to make a top 10 character list, but realized after the first 5 I didn't know where to place anyone- But in case you're curious, some contenders for the remaining 6-10, in no specific order, were Angel Dust, Charlie, Emily, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. Now here's my top 5 with reasonings and appreciation for them all!

5. Lucifer

Obviously bro is relatable, not only for his awkwardness and hyperfixations, but he also happens to be the same height as I am at about 5'2" (according to the sources I've seen). Being the same height as Lucifer is my biggest flex lmao- I still have no idea why his hatred of Alastor seemed so instant. Like yeah, Alastor was trying to annoy him by being a better dad to Charlie, but the whole 'fuck you' moment happened before any of that started. Did he just sense the bad vibes off of him or what? Anyway, his awkwardness and desperation to connect with his daughter make for probably my favorite lines of the episode, such as the "Hey bitch!" and the whole "You like girls? So do I!" situation followed by him being so distracted he called Vaggie by the wrong name. Perfect comedy

4. Lute

I love her an insane amount for someone who shows up so relatively little with so few lines, but here we are. I've already made an entire post about her, here it is if you want it, so I'll keep this short (Spoiler alert: I failed). I actually don't think I mentioned just how attractive this woman is, so let's get that out there right now. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this, about half the people I've seen react to Episode 6 have seen Lute without her mask, took a pause of recognition, and we all knew what they were thinking before the pressed play. Istg my taste in women (and sometimes even men, thanks Vox) is just "Can they murder me without a second thought? Yes? That's hot". My favorite line of hers is when she's hyping up the army with Adam and says "Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass!" and even Adam has to be like "damn girl chill what the hell-" She's so feral I love her so much

3. Rosie

Everyone needs a Rosie in their lives. I don't just mean a regular therapist, I mean a person in your life, friend or family member, who will talk you out of your downward spiral and gently call you out on why those paranoid thoughts are actually pretty unrealistic (the other side of the same coin would be Husk, he's just more blunt about it). I'm also still completely convinced she has some interesting and sad backstory based on how she was talking to Charlie and I need to know about it so bad. "It can be difficult to admit to things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love" Ma'am what did you do? I find it hard to believe it's just about the cannibalism. I don't know if in this instance, she's the one who hurt someone or someone else hurt her and she was the one who failed to forgive them, but either way I need answers.

2. Vox

Y'all know I love this man in more ways than one, he one the hottest Hazbin character poll for a reason. But I swear everything about this man makes me love him as a character more. First, I always love a technology based character, his electricity powers and literal screen head are the coolest thing in the world to me. He's voiced by Christian Borle, which was a fantastic choice, along with the glitched effect his voice gets when he's mad, I love to see it. Apparently it's also canon he can fly (with rocket shoes)?? He just keeps getting the best character design choices possible, this can't possibly be fair- The fact his first introduction was being done with Val, telling him to call tf down, and treating him like a child ("Now that's why they pay you the big bucks!") was a pretty good first impression for me lol, made even funnier when it was followed by him losing all sense of rationalism when Alastor entered his line of sight.

1. Alastor

The character my blog is named after, this should not be a surprise. Shockingly enough, despite my obsession for him and acknowledgement of his charming nature and generally attractive design, I' do not simp for him in the slightest'm not personally attracted to him in the slightest. I simp for a TV and yet apparently deer man with permanent smile is where I draw the line idk- The most I want from him is to be as good of a friend to him as Rosie is (well that and to touch his ears but that's a given). But this is another character I love literally everything about. Who would've thought the concepts of 'radio host', 'serial killer', and 'literal deer' would work so well together to create this dapper yet terrifying fucking cryptid. Not only can he be either incredibly scary or a silly guy, he can and has done both at once. Example: Episode 3 when he's just casually eating a deer carcass in his room (in which he summoned a whole ass bayou). I was genuinely so glad when the 'this face was made for radio' thing happened in episode 1, confirming that they were still gonna lean into his creepy-as-fuck distortion and general vibe he had in the pilot. He's horrifying and evil and I love that about him. Meanwhile he also says shit like "Now he's pissy, that's the tea" (definitely taught to him by Rosie) and kicks his legs on the bed like a schoolgirl as if he hasn't committed countless atrocities. My favorite character, everyone-

Wow I wrote more than I meant to for this, sorry about the essay-

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #rosie hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 26 days

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A dysfunctional family enter hell and they forced to live in happy hotel. The father is a cheater the mother is self center woman who flaunt her wealth the son who is lazy act he better than everyone and the daughter who is the same as the son but just more subtle and more academically intelligent at showing it. So the family live wealthy and being arrogant they bullied their other relative who is struggling financially. Now that they're in hell they don't have money. The family is prideful claim they don't need help. Charlie who is all about choice look at other sinner. The father soon regret that decision his wife yelling at him and the his children arguing. The father is forced to work at labour to earn money. The wife refused to work at all still at her prideful mental state. the son is lazy while the daughter look for a job. Unfortunately the daughter didn't get anything. The daughter and the wife can't believe how often they get called bitch slut whore different female gender slur. The father did something crazy he borrow money from loan shark, when he don't have money to paid. the loan shark wait when the princess is gone the family is tortured by them. They even suggest the wife and husband should sell their body since they both have pretty face. One of them forcibly take every teeth and every organ from each family member. The loan shark is finished the family is back to their original state pretty quicky. The family arguing blame each other threaten to kill and go on with their threat. They can kill each other as much as they want but they can't never die. Charlie is suprised seeing them be really civil she use to them having argument nonstop

Charlie is really happy with sir pentious progress she praise his intelligent his dedication his dilligent and his skill. The family competing with sir pentious to show they are better than him. The father show up his cooking skill the daughter show her intelligent the son show he can be dilligent and then the mother she can be more than just pretty face. Angel dust insulted the mother saying he is much more pretty than her this livid her. husk underestimating the father cooking that fuel him. Niffty willing to bet the son will be lost she was right but the son is not willing to take it just like that. The daughter want to compete with pentious

Charlie suprised seeing all this competition was too stunt to speak. She appreciate all their hardwork but thats not necesarrly what gonna get them to redeem themselve. The father got so defensive saying his family worthy of redemption after all the suffering they went through. The father suppose to keep that part a secret. Charlie confused the father told the truth he was being tortured non stop by loan shark, the loan shark told him he was only worthy being a whore. If he get sexually harassed and assaulted he should take it after all his a cheater. The father snap at charlie he claim charlie is there to mock him and his family. All that suffering he went through in hell is part of her plan. Charlie just stood there in silence. She respond they free to stay or leave the hotel then she ask are they ok? The father crying she should not pretend caring about them. The mother breakdown the moment they die all their relative hated them so no one come to visit, even the nurse who took care of them talking shit behind their back when they really sick

All of the family member while they are in hell got sexually harassed almost got rape too. The father whether on his underwear or fully clothes get touch innapropriately. Naamah who is one of ruler of lust ring telling him he deserved to get raped as his punishment with that every hellborn calling him a whore. Naamah also telling him when he was offer to be a whore he should accepted or to be sugar baby for her other sister agrat and eisheth. He was offended then naamah slap him. She reminded him

Naamah : Remember i'm the beautiful loving queen and sweet aunt while you're a useless good for nothing cheater

The look on princess of hell is surprised him the most. Charlie let them stay at hotel for as long as they want and she make sure they really safe. The family went from dysfunctional to functional they also bonded with other staff. Angel dust relate to their experience and husk telling them sure they are shitty but they can be less shitty and being the good shit. Vaggie tell them what their experience is valid and sir pentious really liked competing with them. so the family have fresh start in hell

Nice.

#helluva boss #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #helluva boss criticism #anti-vivziepop #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel

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Do you have any Alastor headcanons for moving in together as a couple?

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

When you expressed interest in living together with Alastor, he was beyond shocked

It was a big step forward in your relationship, which made him extremely nervous

Will it work out?

Will you get into arguments?

Will you get bored of each other?

These were the questions he concerned himself with

As you were his first ever partner, he wasn’t sure as to how to react properly in this situation

However, he cracked and gave in to your persuasion

His place was huge, it was a gothic styled castle that had an extremely eerie atmosphere around it, matching Alastor perfectly

Inside, everything was either black or red and (to you) very old-school

You wanted to decorate the place so it would feel more homely to you, but decided to wait with that until both of you would decide you were truly comfortable with your new living arrangements

At the beginning, it was normal for you to get lost in the huge building but with some practice, you would slowly start memorising the outlay

Quickly enough, it started to fell lonely

The place was isolated from society as Alastor appreciated the peaceful atmosphere quietness

He often left you alone at your now shared “home”, either making new deals or “helping out” at the Happy Hotel, which left you with no one to socialise with

You even had to quit your old job, not only because it was way too far, but also because Alastor insisted you needn’t bother yourself with working

You practically had to beg him to bright you along to the Happy Hotel in hopes of making new friends, being able to spend more time with him and catch up with Niffty and Husk

When you first introduced yourself, Angel Dusts lower jaw nearly fell all the way to the ground

Charlie was quick to introduce herself and quench your boredom with pleasant chit chat

Vaggie kept you under close surveillance, not trusting you

Alastor noticed your instant change in behaviour

How much happier you were at the hotel than at your “home”, how your eyes sparkled and how quick you were to befriend everyone there

He knew how lonely he made you feel, leaving you at the castle with no one to talk to, so he made a decision

It would be better for the both of you if you stayed at the hotel till he no longer had business there

And so, the Happy Hotel became your new home

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Even MORE Vlk nonsense. If yall are interested in other stuff I have two stories that I started and never finished. I can give yall the pieces in another post, only one is about Vlk.

The more Vlk got to know her new landlord the more she wanted to leave. Not because the princess of hell was anything but kind but rather because she was so kind. She was persistent, saw the best in everyone, wanted to help everyone, wouldn’t hurt a fly, and worst of all, she was so optimistic. If she had social anxiety she would be Lilith’s carbon copy. And that made forgetting her life on earth really difficult. She was already having enough issues with her feelings for Val but now she had to be reminded of the daughter she’d never see again every time she came home. It hurt so bad.

So… she avoided Charlie as much as possible. She wasn’t subtle about it either and the residents were noticing. Angel had asked about it once but didn’t press any further when Vlk snapped it wasn’t his place to know. Husker didn’t really seem to care, neither did niffty. Alastor, the sadist, found joy in Vlk’s repeated neglect of the hotel manager and Charlie’s subsequent sadness.

Of course, she couldn’t be so blunt forever because there was one particular staff member that was not having her attitude. She had been avoiding Vaggie too because of that. Unfortunately you could only run from your problems for so long. And… this was the end of the line for her.

“What’s your problem?!” Vaggie snarled, having trapped Vlk in the kitchen after dinner.

“What are you going on about?” Vlk growled back evenly, slipping on gloves and washing her plate. She wasn’t a fan of wet fur so she avoided it when possible.

“Why do you continuously go out of your way to avoid Charlie? She’s offering you a place to stay, food, and protection all free of charge and you can’t even say ‘hi’ in the morning or ‘thanks’ when she serves you food?”

“Look I get you’re her little guard dog but I’m not appreciating your tone. I don’t have to interact with anyone I don’t want to. She said I only need to do what I’m comfortable with. And right now? I’m not comfortable with her.” She tried to keep her voice even and ears and tail still. Her muzzle kept wanting to curl into a snarl but she didn’t let it.

“Why not? What has she done so wrong to get this kind of reaction out of you?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Are you just scared of her then? Cause you know she’d never hurt you.”

“I’m not scared of the goody-two-shoes, no.” Her muzzle did twitch this time, offended at the idea.

“Then what?!” Vaggie snapped, throwing her arms to the side and glaring dangerously at Vlk. “And you better tell me so we can get it resolved because you’re not even attending meetings or anything that she’s involved in and those are *mandatory* if you wanna stay here.”

Vlk turned around, setting her plate on the counter to dry, taking off her gloves, and leaning back to study Vaggie for a few moments, all without a word. Eventually she sighed, “Your little princess brings back memories I’m trying to suppress, alright? Makes it hard to want to be in this hotel.”

“What kind of memories?” The angel shifted into a more passive stance, worry written plainly on her face. “Did she… do something to trigger them?”

“Just memories.” Vlk growled tersely, ears flat.

“Well, how can I help fix the problem?” Vaggie ran a hand through her hair and looked away.

“You can’t. But if you're so bent out of shape about it I’ll attend the meetings. Just don’t expect me to become any sort of buddy-buddy with Princess Morningstar.” With that, Vlk shoved past and left the kitchen, almost running face first into the very topic of the conversation who happened to be looking for her girlfriend.

Charlie made a pained face, when Vlk backed away, eyes wide. Biting back a response, she moved past the manager and muttered a quick, “sorry.” Under her breath.

“Wait, Vlk…” Charlie called, stopping the fox in her tracks. Vlk’s ears were back and shoulders hunched as Charlie continued, “Is there anything I can do to help your stay be more… comforting?”

“No.” Vlk said before laughing tensely and adding, “Unless you wanna go beat up some innocent kid or start cursing like a sailor.”

“That sounds f—king awful, b—-ch. What's wrong with you?” It wasn’t said aggressively and Vlk turned to face the princess in awe. She was being mean? Just the act of turning to face her had Charlie grinning an all to familiar grin and Vlk immediately wanted to turn away again but she didn’t.

“That works.” Vlk laughed, genuine this time. “Yeah. Keep that up and maybe I’ll be more comfortable around you.”

Charlie nodded with a smile and Vaggie set a hand on her shoulder, happy that they were starting to build a relationship— as odd of a way as this was.

“Night, princess.” Vlk said, turning away and going to her room.

Very faintly she heard a, “Goodnight, c—t.” and smiled to herself.

#niffty #oc #hazbin hotel #short story #vlk #writers on tumblr #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angle dust #alastor #hazbin hotel husk

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NEW AND IMPROVED ship opinions

now that hazbin is out and ive had a while to digest, here r my NEW ship opinions (now with explanations!)

OTP: chaggie. they literally r both powerful and love eachother a lot,, they r a power couple. the contrast between charlie's whimsy and vaggie's jadedness is awesome too.

main ships: lucifer x alastor, and i love all the canon ships except lucililith

FRIENDships: alastor + tom trench (they r both fruity, they both say the news, they both probably drink liquor and black coffee unironically, what more do you want me to say? they have so much in common /silly), niffty + sir pentious (they r insane together. niffty would help clean while sir pentious focuses so hard on work that he becomes a shut-in. relatable king. and yet sir pent seems like the type to appreciate niffty's odd creativeness. he seems like the type who would help her organise and create machines to help her with her tasks and also make sure she doesnt work too much because he doesnt want her to be like him. checks and balances yknow)

partners in crime: alastor + vox (i dont need to elaborate if youve seen the show), rosie + alastor (canon), charlie + alastor (powerful 1 and powerful 2 wreck shit after alastor convinces her shes too optimistic.. like perfect corruption arc complete with chaggie angst where vaggie joins the dark side too and OH man lucifer realises that maybe he shouldve encouraged charlies optimism more. what potential. i love thinking about it. it would be awesome.)… everyone + alastor… carmilla + vaggie (watch their musical number again. thats my only defence)

crack ships: vox x katie killjoy (ITS SO SILLY), alastor x sir pentious (LIKE VOX X ALASTOR EXCEPT WAYYY SILLIER)

ships i support idly: angel x alastor, husk x alastor, niffty x baxter (no opinions. i have no qualms with the ships. theyre cute /shrug)

hell no: lucifer x lilith (i dONT CARE THAT ITS CANON RAHH), angel x women, katie killjoy x tom trench (katie would NOT treat him right. tom deserves better smh!! theyd be a toxic couple who both have problems n feed off eachothers negative energy. itd be gross bro im so serious. itd be GNARLY)

stay single: valentino (unless u AU him to be Not a rapist)

fics that make alastor alloromantic are things i enjoy consuming but when they pull out the "you were the one! he found the one, guys!" im like :upside_down face: so i hope its known that while theres more than one ship of alastor x someone in here, i still accept that hes canonically ace B) the ships with angel x women i just cant stand though cus every single time the person aking the fic has some homophobic ass excuse. why cant they just say "this is an AU where hes bi" or something!! anyways thats my cold take. just call it an AU. thats what a lot of the ones making alastor alloromantic do. if u know of any angel x women fics where its specified that him being bi is an alteration theyve made to his character, then lmk

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel ships #hazbin hotel opinion #weewooweewoo im gonna yell my opinion at youuu

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alexmercer2424 · 3 years

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Hello! of you are not to busy then can i request some HCs for for the main groups reaction to a [Gender Neutral] reader | s/o | Y/n, who died in WW2 they were an American soldier killed in France, by a bullet through the heart. and when they died, their M-1 Carbine came to hell with them, and they refuse to go anywhere with it. ammo or no ammo, it NEVER leaves their side and is always within arms reach. Like Charlie and Vaggie have tried to Coax them into setting the Rifle down to no avail? Ty!!

Idk of you count Niffty and Husk as part of the main cast so I’ll do a little for them too

Hazbin Hotel w/ a Former WWII Soldier

Charlie

Charlie worried about you more often than not when it comes to this habit

But she’s also understanding and doesn’t try to pry the gun away from

After all, Angel gets to keep his dildos, you can have something that has some meaning to you

She’ll slowly try to work you away from your gun like she’s trying to work Angel from his sins

But she’s patient

She’ll take her time and will offer times for you to talk about your comfort

Maybe try to even project this comfort need on something else

May even offer you a pet! There’s pets for ptsd and there’s pets in hell!

Are they for ptsd exactly? That’s unsure, but it seems to work for Angel a bit!

Has a bad habit of touching your chest, near your heart

It’s not personal, she does it with a lot of demons, but with you that’s your sensitive spot

It’s something she needs to work on as well

She’ll offer you both work on these challenges together!

So you’re not alone in trying to change a part of yourself for the better!

Vaggie

Is a bit more worried than Charlie regarding the gun

But in her defense, she tends to worry more than the others

Out of anyone, will make sure the gun is unloaded

Will also try to talk more rational with you

She’s not as hopeful as Charlie, but she does make an effort

Will probably be the only one brave enough (while knowing the consequences) to try and take your gun away

Is a lot more considerate regarding in your cause of death

She may not be able to relate, but will offer a listening ear if you do wish to speak about it

Knows it’s not the easiest, especially considering we’re all in hell

And hell is pretty violent still, even if some are trying to live their life

She definitely believes in you more than Angel in terms of being a good person

That’s for sure…

Because if anyone can get into heaven, it’s you

And if you don’t want to go, if you can that is, she’ll happily be your friend down here

Angel

Doesn’t understand any of it

And honestly, doesn’t really care the whole reason why you got it

If anything, he’s going to try and get the two of you in trouble

Like, did someone say turf wars?! Does Cherri need some backup?! He’ll drag you there!

After all, he can’t be the only one here working with guns

The more the merrier

Will of course make lewd comments with you, that’s his thing

May ask if the gun is a sex toy or sorts and got a gun

Will also reference the heart on his chest floof

Like his is a sex thing, is your chest/heart a sex thing too?

Will probably touch your chest to be a brat, or sexually knowing him, but if you snap hell flinch away

Making comment on being a war dog of sorts

And if you dont try to attack him for touching such a sensitive spot

He will constantly touch it

Alastor

Is very understanding

May not think of it as a ptsd thing, but more of a character thing

Like how he’s got his cane/microphone, you’ve got your gun

As he’s a radio host and it’s important for him to project his voice, you’re a soldier and you need your weapon!

Doesn’t try to change you or your habits, after all it’s none of his business

Also appreciates that your obsessed with something more materialistic than something through a screen

Will offer his advice or his services to you, whatever they may be, and of course that will come at a price

You won’t know it, but it’s him and that’s his whole thing

Isn’t really into touching, but will pay your head as a way of some sort of affection

After all, his games are no fun if not everyone participates and not everyone will participate if they’re not happy!

If you ever get bad with your ptsd or such, he will summon Charlie

After all, that’s her thing and not his

His job is to make sure his pawns aren’t broken

After all, he’s got a show to announce!

Niffty

Like it or not, she’s touching your gun

Like, it’s dirty, why haven’t you cleaned it?! If it’s so important to you than clean it!

Otherwise, will leave it alone (as long as you clean it!)

Talks a lot about your time during the war

Wants all the information because she needs as much accurate info for her fanfic

Will happily cook you a quick meal or a hot cup of tea if you’re feeling down

And if she really likes you, except her to be around… a lot…

Husk

Is a tired and jaded soul so will likely not give a damn about the gun

If anything, he’ll offer you alcohol as a coping mechanism and Vaggie will get mad at the both of you then

May ask you about your time in the war, he was young when it happened and his member isn’t the greatest anymore

If anything, it’ll make him feel more at home with himself, like an odd comfort blanket of his own

Angel will joke about you two being a thing, more so because it bothers Husk and not you

A cranky Husk is a cute Husk tbh, since he’s not all that threatening

If anything, you relate to him well

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aquarius-stories-and-story-ideas · 4 years

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(Got this short story idea from @radiodemonstatic. On their blog, Alastor is going through a sort of 'season'. To put it simply, he's wanting to get it on (I was so tempted to word that differently. 😂). Before anyone asks, Charlie and Vaggie aren't together in this short story. This is a Vaggie x Alastor story and I don't want Vaggie cheating on Charlie. Our little muffin princess is too sweet to be cheated on.

Also, this takes place in an au I've created. To sum it up, it doesn't take place in hell and all that. Everyone is still a criminal and everything. They're still alive and in a pocket dimension called Infernis. Everyone is technically called a dark mystic, but people also call them demons because of how despicable they are. Other than that almost everything else stays the same.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I hope everyone enjoys this little short story.)

Vaggie sighed in boredom as she scrolled through social media on her phone. There wasn't much to do today. Then again, there wasn't much to do around the Happy Hotel, to begin with since Angel is the only guest.

So, here she was. Sitting at the stupid bar with Husk, who was drinking as usual. While she still hated the fact that alcohol was in the hotel, she let it be. Besides, Charlie seemed to think it was a great idea.

When she got to a post featuring an imp she stopped and looked at it. It was another post from that guy who owned some hit-man business. She couldn't remember what the name of his business was right now. But, he always would gush about his adopted daughter and how wonderful his employees are. If it weren't for the fact that he operated such a gross business, she'd think he was sweet.

As she continued to surf the web she noticed Charlie plop down on the seat next to her. She drummed her fingers on her thigh nervously and glanced at the moth-like girl every so often. After a bit, Vaggie spoke up. "Spill. What's bothering you."

With that said the princess turned to face her and immediately spilled what was on her mind. "It's Alastor! He's been acting super weird lately. I tried talking to him, but he won't budge. He's been getting pale, his radio static has been increasing, and his antlers are growing! If it were just his antlers I wouldn't think something was wrong. But, I know there is! Not to mention he's been avoiding us and hasn't been eating. That's not like him at all! Everyone knows he's a foodie. I think he's sick!"

Vaggie looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Alastor get sick? I suppose that's a possibility. But, are you sure it's that? He could be going through a rough patch in his work or something. I've noticed his antlers sometimes grow when he gets angry. Maybe one of his deals backfired on him and he's pissy about it."

Charlie shook her head. "No. It's not that. If it was that he wouldn't be acting this way. Dad once told me he's seen deals backfire on deal makers before. They tend to go ballistic or something along those lines. I don't think he'd act this way if that happened to him. Maybe you could try talking to him."

This caused her to blink in surprise. "Me? Why ask me to talk to that shit lord? Whatever is bothering him is none of our business. If he doesn't want to talk about it then we shouldn't bother him. Besides, if anyone should talk to him it's Niffty and Husk."

"Like hell, I would. Same goes for Niffty." Said Husk. "I'd leave him alone if I were you."

"But, what if something is wrong with him." Countered Charlie. "We're his friends and he's a member of the Happy Hotel. We must help him if he's suffering." She turned back to Vaggie. "Maybe you can get him to tell you what's wrong with him." She gave her puppy dog eyes. "Talk to him. Pretty please with sugar on top."

Said girl stared at her before sighing heavily. "Fine. I'll talk to the ass-hole. Don't expect me to get far, though."

Charlie beamed. "Great!" She grabbed Vaggie, pulling her out of her seat, and began pushing her towards the stairs. "What are you waiting for? Get going!"

"Wait! You want me to talk to him now?!"

"Of course. The sooner, the better."

Taking into consideration Charlie's stubborn attitude, Vaggie knew it was pointless to protest and put her phone away. "Alright. Alright. I'll talk to him. Just don't expect me to find out what's going on."

With that said Charlie stopped pushing her and Vaggie trotted up the stairs to find Alastor. Honesty, why was Charlie so insistent on finding out what was wrong with him? He didn't want to talk about it. It seems this was one of the times the princess was sticking her nose in something she didn't need to.

But, honestly, Vaggie was worried about him too. She would never admit it, but she was. Just like she would never admit she fancied him as well. It was rare a boy caught her eye. So, it was always a big deal to her if one did.

She crossed her arms as her thoughts went to the Radio Demon. From the moment she saw him and the way he spoke to her as she pointed her spear at him she knew there was something about him. While she didn't appreciate him pushing her around like a rag doll and smacking her bottom, she still found herself drawn to him and wanted him to notice her.

Vaggie stopped and let out a humorless laugh. The chances of him noticing her were well below zero. He was a powerful overlord and she was a nobody who happens to be best friends with the crowned princess. Not to mention he's made it painfully obvious he could care less about her. Their first meeting was a prime example. There was no way-

A harsh sneeze nearby broke her out of her thoughts and made her jump. That caught her completely off guard. Not to mention she thought she was alone. Who was that?

She peeked around the corner to see a familiar red-clad man turn the corner on the other side of the hallway. There was no mistaking it. It was Alastor. Without waiting another second Vaggie scurried down the hallway and turned to catch up with Alastor.

However, he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't even in the hallway behind her. If he was walking, then he wouldn't have made his way down the hallway that fast. If he ran then she would've heard him.

"Shit lord must've teleported." She muttered to herself. "He makes everything difficult, doesn't he?"

As she turned around she was met with the sight of Alastor’s shadow on the wall. It was staring at her as if it was trying to read her soul. She nervously fidgeted under its piercing gaze. After a moment she decided to try to speak to it. "Um. You wouldn't happen to know where Alastor is and what's bothering him, would you?"

All the shadow did was stare at her for a few more seconds before disappearing. Vaggie sighed. Figures. Now she had to go back to hunting him down. With how big the hotel was, it was going to be a challenge. But, how hard was it going to be to find the Radio Demon? After all, he was hard to miss. It shouldn't be too much of a hassle to find him, right?

Wrong! Oh so wrong. Vaggie scoured the hotel bottom to top and there was no sign of him! The moth-like girl was covered in a thin layer of sweat and fuming. She's spent all late afternoon and early evening looking for him with no luck. She was beginning to wonder if he was in the hotel in the first place.

With nowhere else to look she made her way back to the first floor, determined to find out where he was. As she passed by the library she noticed the light was on. Huh. The only person who would be in there at this late hour was Charlie. Might as well tell her she couldn't find Alastor.

She opened the door and began speaking. "Hey, Charlie. I couldn't find Alastor. I don't think he's-"

She stopped herself when she saw that it wasn't Charlie occupying the room. What she saw took her by surprise. There, laying on the couch asleep with an open book on his chest, was Alastor.

This was something Vaggie thought she would never see. The Radio Demon sleeping. While she knew he had to sleep, she never thought she would see him in such a vulnerable state. Let alone be in the same room as him when that happened.

Deciding to push her luck, she quietly walked up to him. His head rested on the armrest, probably so his antlers wouldn't poke the couch, and the radio static that usually sounded around him was almost muted.

He looked so beautiful and peaceful as he slept. A light blush formed on her cheeks as she admired him. To see him in such a beautiful and vulnerable state was a once in a lifetime opportunity. If she didn't think it would wake him up, she would've snapped a picture of him with her phone.

Lightly shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she focused on her original task. Finding out what was wrong with him. She didn't want to wake him up, so she decided to see if he was running a fever. He did look pale. So, might as well see if Charlie was right thinking he's sick.

As carefully as she could be, she gently placed the back of her hand on his forehead. Upon feeling his temperature she removed her hand and her eyebrows scrunched up in concern.

"He's burning up." She muttered to herself. "Charlie was right."

Well, she couldn't just leave him there knowing he was running a fever. If he wouldn't take care of himself then she would! First things first, get him more comfortable.

She carefully picked up the book that was laying on him and placed it on a small table that was next to the couch. With that done she gently lifted his head and placed a pillow she had found on a chair under his head. She even took off his monocle and placed it in the breast pocket of his jacket. Now that he looked more comfortable, it was time she brought his fever down.

The moth-like girl scurried out of the library and all but ran into the kitchen, almost running into Angel Dust in the process. She immediately grabbed a bowl, threw some ice in it, and began filling it with cold water.

As she waited for the bowl to fill up Angel walked up to her. "What's got you in a tizzy? Did something happen?"

Her eye twitched in annoyance. "It's nothing for you to worry about. I've got everything covered."

"Does it have to do with Smiles? Charlie said you were looking for him. Come on, spill. What's up?"

All Vaggie did was huff as she shut off the water. "I've already told you it's none of your concern."

With the bowl of ice water ready she grabbed a tray and placed it on it. After that she snagged two clean washcloths they kept in the kitchen. One to use to bring down the fever and the other just in case she needed it.

After a brief moment of thinking, she snagged a glass, dropped some ice cubes in it, and filled it with the water they had in the water filter. She even put a straw in it. As she worked Angel watched her with a raised eyebrow. "Is he sick?"

When Vaggie didn't say anything a knowing smile broke out on his face. "He is, isn't he? I can help out too. Give me a few minutes to squeeze into my nurses uniform. He'll be feeling better in no time with me around."

Angel jumped when Vaggie slammed the glass of ice water onto the tray. She gave him a stern look and marched right up to him. "Listen to me. The last thing Alastor needs is you bugging him. All you're going to do is stress him out and that's one of the last things he needs right now. What he needs is proper love, care, and attention. Peace and quiet is something he desperately needs as well. So, shut up, leave him alone, and let me take care of him."

Angel listened to her and raised an eyebrow while smirking. "Proper love?"

Vaggies eyes widened in shock and her face turned bright red. Shit! She didn't even realize she said that! She almost sputtered something but decided against it. She grabbed the tray with a huff and pushed past him. Before she exited the kitchen she glanced at him. "I mean it, Angel. Stay away from him right now and let me take care of him."

Before he could respond Vaggie left. She quickly made her way back to the library and quieted her steps as to not wake him. She placed the tray on the table and looked at him. His fever wasn't going to go down all the way if he had on all those layers.

As carefully as she could, she began unbuttoning his suit jacket. As she did that her eyes were trained on his beautiful face. When that was done she unbuttoned his waistcoat. When he stirred for a moment she froze. Upon him settling back down, she finished undoing the last buttons. She decided to leave his dress shirt and bowtie alone so he wouldn't think she was trying to take advantage of him. Covering him with a blanket crossed her mind, but all that would do is make him warm and more heat was the last thing he needed.

She spread out his jacket and waistcoat so more heat could escape. With that done, she took one of the washcloths and dipped it in the ice water bowl. After squeezing out the excess water she folded it and gently placed it on his forehead. While Alastor stirred once again, he didn't wake up.

Vaggie took her chances and gently placed a hand on his soft red locks. His hair was so soft and silky. The feeling made her smile. "Don't worry, hun." She softly said. "I'm here now and I'm going to take care of you. You have nothing to worry about."

She blinked in surprise when he leaned into her touch. Alastor, a man who despises being touched, was actually leaning into hers in his sleep! A blush formed on her cheeks and she smiled a bit more. The feeling of butterflies formed in her stomach. She was so glad it was just the two of them in the room.

As gently, and carefully, as she could she placed a light kiss on his cheek. While her lips barely touched his hot skin, she still watched him in case she unintentionally woke him up. When he didn't she grinned as her blush increased.

After a moment she pulled her hand away and snagged the book he was reading. With nothing else to do right now, she might as well read to pass the time. She'd check on him in a few minutes.

After a short while, Vaggie got up and felt of his washcloth. It was already warm. She gently took it off and re-wet it. As she squeezed the extra water out and placed it back on his forehead Alastors eyes fluttered open. He shifted a bit before his sights fell on her. "Vaggie? What are you doing?"

She gave him a soft smile. "I'm bringing your fever down. Don't worry, I'm right here. You just lay there and relax."

He blinked owlishly at her before sitting up and taking off the washcloth. "As much as I appreciate your concern, I can assure you I'm fine. I'm not sick if that's what you were thinking."

Before he could make a move to stand up Vaggie popped in front of him. A stern look was on her face. "Oh, no you don't. You lay right back down and let me tend to you. You're burning up and need to rest."

He reached up to adjust his monocle. "Darling, I assure you I'm-"

He cut himself off when he didn't feel it. Blinking in surprise, he looked down at himself to see his jacket and waistcoat undone and his monocle in the breast pocket of his jacket. A tinge of red spread across his face and his grip on the couch tightened. "Vaggie. Mind explaining to me why I'm half-dressed?"

"I unbuttoned them so more heat could escape. Your fever isn't going to come down if you have on that many layers."

His smile tightened and his grip on the couch grew. His voice was strained as he spoke. "I would appreciate it if you left. I don't want to be around anyone right now."

She gave him a look that clearly said she wouldn't. "Alastor, I'm not going to leave you. Stop being stupid and stubborn and let me help you. You're sick and it's obvious you're not going to take care of yourself. So, I'm going to do that for you."

She leaned in and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Now, please lay back-"

She was cut off when Alastor suddenly grabbed her. Before she knew it, he slammed her onto the couch and got on his hands and knees above her. He pinned her hands down above her head and his smile was reaching its limits. Even his radio static increased.

She was about to say something when she saw the look on his face. It was predatory. He was looking at her as if she was prey. This caused her to shut up and break out in a cold sweat as fear coursed through her.

He let go of one of her hands and gently ran his now free hand down her cheek. "My dear Vaggie, how beautiful you look." He then grabbed her face. "How divine you smell as well."

Vaggie said nothing and stayed perfectly still as she stared up at him with panic-filled eyes. As he leaned in closer to her, she thought he was going to eat her. But, as he got closer it looked like he was going to kiss her instead.

Her entire face turned bright red and her heart started pounding. He was going to kiss her. Alastor, the Radio Demon and the man she fancied, was going to kiss her!

However, right before his lips touched hers he pulled away. He avoided eye contact as he got off of her. He picked up the wet washcloth that had fallen onto the floor and placed it on the tray. As he spoke he kept his back to her. "I can assure you I'm not sick, my dear. For your safety, and everyone else's, please leave me alone."

With that said Alastor left the library. After a moment Vaggie sat up and stared at the closed doors. Her face was still red and her heart continued to pound. What just happened? Not only did he almost kiss her, but the way he was acting wasn't like him at all. What in blue blazes was going on with him?

#hazbin hotel #vaggastor #vaggie x alastor #short story #if anyone wants to make fan art of this they can #a comic is good too #just tag me on it please #I had a lot of fun writing this #especially the fluffy/mushy parts #I love fluff

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c-hristy · 4 years

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Dealmaking 《Charlastor》

It had been consistently gnawing at him for the past few weeks. Something constantly settled in the back of his mind; endlessly worrying through any defensive mechanisms that he put in place to stop the thought from coming to the forefront of his mind.

Alastor was a sentimental man on the surface. He doted on Charlie like no tomorrow; gifting her flowers and twirling her around the ballroom in such a way that everyone could see that he was enamoured. He knew he was like this on the surface; the way he’d present Rosie or Mimzy with flowers, or cart Niffty around also conveyed his ability to get along well with women.

His mind however, was turned away from any long lasting sentimental thoughts about nearly every living creature that he had come across, whether it was topside or in Hell. He’d always felt that if anyone were to walk from his life, he’d just shrug and continue on. Nothing really hit struck him deeply; not until he’d met her.

Alastor had been unable to attend to duties at the Hotel for the past week in a half; his mind had gone through a particularly rough rampage through Pentagram City and his Wendigo had been nearly unmanageable from the flesh of demons. It had been shameful, almost, how uncontrollable he had been. After the day or so of causing havoc in the city, he’d locked himself in his radio tower to collect his thoughts and regroup.

In those days, a sort of prickling pain started to edge its way onto the edge of his heart and he wasn’t sure what it was exactly. His fingers itched to do something and when he lay down in his bed to sleep for the first time in a week, it seemed like the mattress itself was miles long and almost uncomfortable - he knew he hadn’t felt that way only just a few months ago, the last time he’d slept at the radio tower.

It wasn’t like he needed sleep; the itch of his eyelids was able to be ignored and the slight fatigue he felt wasn’t too bothersome. His fingers tapped slightly along the bedsheets and for a moment, all he felt was frustration at the inability to actually relax his body.

After another hour of mindless tapping and thoughts, Alastor heaved out a long-suffering sigh and pushed the blankets away from him, sitting up on the bed. It ‘wasn’t terribly comfortable; he realized, not like the bed he shared when he stayed at the Hotel.

His mouth crept downward into the most relaxed smile he knew he could muster as he thought of his bedmate. Charlie wasn’t exactly one to stay to herself while she slept; she sprawled and muttered and moved around senselessly. She slept more than he did, usually every other night, and he wondered if it was due to her Hellborn status. She usually lay on top of him, her legs tangling with his, fingers gripping his nightshirt and her lips moving in nonsensical speaking once in a while. The nights that he didn’t sleep, he’d lie awake, stroking the mess of curls on the one side of her head and flicking through the variety of songs that played through the radio in the room.

With a flourish, Alastor stood and slid his hooves into his shoes before grasping onto the shadow magic that surrounded him and slipping through the darkness. He crept along the streets of Pentagram, unseen and deft as he made his way to the hotel that was on the other side of the city. Halfway there, he almost stopped and berated himself; running into the bed of someone wasn’t exactly the most dignified idea.

“You’re always welcome, here, Al, you know that,” he could almost hear her say to him, like she had done so many times in the past when he had vocalized his discomfort with just waltzing into her bedroom of all places.

The shadows of the Hotel bent to his power as he drifted through them. Alastor noted how Husker was still awake, nursing a bottle of something, barely muttering to a still-hyper Niffty. Angel Dust was lounging on one of the couches, flipping mindlessly through a magazine while he lazily ate one of those popsies that he loved so much.. Alastor continued onward into the hotel, noting just how quiet everything seemed to be.

As he neared Charlie’s sleeping quarters, he came to notice that her room was still brilliantly lit; there would be no shadow for him to travel into. His lips curved downward slightly at the hindrance; he’d either have to knock or just walk in.

His ears flicked as he realized that there was actually speaking going on inside the room; his hearing picked it up rather easily and he moved closer to the door so that he would be able to hear the speakers just a little bit better.

“- don’t know, Vags. It just seems hopeless!” A soft thud as Charlie most likely threw herself backward onto her bed.

A gentle rustle of blankets, “I never thought you were one to give up, “Vaggie said, sounding tired.

“Hey!” Charlie huffed indignantly, “I’m not giving up. I’m just unsure, is all!”

“Well, if you don’t think he will, why don’t you?”

Alastor blinked and tilted his head. Who was the ‘he’ that they were speaking about?

There was a moment of silence from both Charlie and Vaggie. Alastor put his hand on the doorknob and was tempted to just make a grand entrance, though some part of him murmured that he should keep low and listen to them further.

“I think that’s a good idea. Oh, he probably wouldn’t say yes,” He could hear Charlie flip over on the bed, her tone dejected, “I guess I’m weird for wanting him to propose to me. Being the Radio Demon’s wife, I guess. Is that weird?”

Alastor felt a rush of heat flood through his face and up his ears, hand falling from the doorknob and his ears folding backward. The way she had said it; it sent ripples of pleasure through his spine and in that moment, he came to realize that it was probably the next logical step, right?

Marriage. He’d never put a whole lot of thought into it, either on the topside or down in Hell. No one had ever struck his fancy; had made him feel as though he would want to wed them. As he thought more on it, Charlie and Vaggie’s conversation slipping from his mind, he came to realize that Charlie was the one that he felt like that with.

The want to be curled next to her, the desire to listen to her babble nonsensically about the Hotel and it’s sponsors and the few demons that she had managed to redeem - he enjoyed listening to all of it. One of the few, if only, demons that he actually craved to be around.

With a wicked grin spread across his lips, Alastor dipped into the shadows once more and disappeared from the hotel.

Hours later, he crept through the Hotel, fully formed. He knew how to keep quiet so that no one else would be able to hear him; it wasn’t a difficult mission. Alastor noted that the lights inside Charlie’s room were turned off, so he didn’t have too much of an issue just pushing open the door and stepping inside.

On the bed lay Charlie, sprawled out and completely tangled in the blankets. His smile crept up and he shuffled in further, making sure to set his shoes near the door and hang his jacket up on one of the chairs in the room. He was still dressed in his sleepwear; he hadn’t had the time to change it between his attempt at sleeping at the tower and during his small errand.

Alastor dipped down on to the mattress and with a short shake to Charlie’s shoulder, she jolted awake and blinked blearily at him.

“Wha- Oh! Al!” A sleepy smile stretched across her face and she moved away from his side of the bed, shuffling the blankets so that he would be able to crawl in with her.

He did, resting himself against the pillows and turning toward her. She scoot herself backward, her back against his chest, and he lazily tossed an arm over her waist. Charlie gave a soft murmur of appreciation at the affection, turning her head to look up at him.

“I didn’t think you were coming over tonight,” She yawned, reaching up and rubbing her eyes, “I would have made space if I knew!”

Alastor chuckled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, “That’s quite alright, darling. I didn’t quite expect myself to come over, either.”

Charlie hummed and turned back over, Alastor watching how her eyes slipped closed and her breathing started to slow into a more relaxed pattern. He felt his own heart pound steadily in his chest, whatever was left of it, his own mind warping and twisting.

“Charlie,” Alastor spoke, without even realizing he had started.

“Mmm?” She hummed softly, not moving from her position, though she cracked open a single eye.

“I need to talk to you,” His arm tightened around her waist and she rolled slightly so that she could make eye contact with him.

She yawned again, turning fully so that she could see him better, “Now?”

He nodded and propped himself up on an elbow, head tilted slightly, “Charlie, I have not loved very many things and even fewer people in both of my lives. It’s strange to me,” He reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand, grin soft, “That with every passing moment, my love for you grows stronger.”

Charlie’s cheeks darkened further and she smiled prettily at him, “Al.”

He leaned forward and her smile widened as he pressed a kiss to her lips. He didn’t give them often; Charlie rest her hand on his shoulder and kissed Alastor back just as sweetly as he was to her. When he pulled away, he didn’t move too far and kept his eyes on hers

“Will you allow me to love you forever? Day after day, month after month, year after year?” He reached down to the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled out the smooth ring that he had kept safely there, holding it out to her with his index and thumb, “Charlotte Magne, may I be yours forever?”

Charlie’s eyes widened and filled with tears, her throat closing up slightly at the complete vulnerable look on Alastor’s face. She nodded frantically, holding out her hand. Alastor took it and slid the ring onto her finger; a simple silver band with a single diamond engrained in it. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, laughing.

“Yes, Al, of course!” She peppered kisses along his cheek and Alastor felt the magic of dealmaking snap around them, a gentle green glow emitting from them.

He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, watching as the single diamond glittered in the low light. Alastor felt as though he were overcome by so many emotions and yet none at all; none of the emotions he had ever felt, in both lives, could compare to the feeling he was washed with while he looked over Charlie, wearing his ring and a grin on her lips. He leaned forward, nose brushing against hers.

“So, it’s a deal then.”

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Spa Day (A Charlastor Fic)

A/N: Apologies for the long post! I haven’t figured out how to add a “Read More” link on mobile. Also, I wrote the majority of this after a couple of margaritas😆 But am really happy with how it turned out! I hope y’all enjoy the fluffiness!!❤️

It was an early morning at the Hazbin Hotel, and Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty, and Husk were already awake and busy moving furniture around the foyer. Charlie was so pleased with the progress her tenants were making with their rehabilitation that she decided to organize a spa day at the hotel! Needless to say, she was very excited. They had rented several specialized tables for massages and facials, and were repurposing the hotel’s softest armchairs into manicure/pedicure stations. There were also a multitude of folding partitions that the crew used to separate each station, for a little extra privacy.

Just after she and Vaggie spread out the last partition between two massage tables, Charlie stepped back to admire their handiwork, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as she did so. She smiled, satisfied and excited for the day to come. However, her grin faltered as she realized that something, or rather someone, was missing: her beloved mate, Alastor, better known as the Radio Demon. She had no clue where he was and hoped he was alright. After a few moments, though, Charlie shrugged and turned back to the rest of her friends. Alastor had a habit of coming and going as he pleased, especially when he decided to go on one of his “hunts”, but she was sure he’d turn up sooner or later that day.

“Alright! Gather around, everyone!” Charlie called, beckoning the others over to her. After finishing up the tasks at hand, they approached her, awaiting what she would say next. “So! Like we discussed before, here’s how today is going to go. Niffty will do manicures and pedicures, Angel will give massages, Vaggie will do facials, and Husk will supply everyone with hot tea and/or champagne. But remember, no more than one glass of champagne per person! I’ll be helping each of you as needed and making sure that everything runs smoothly. Any questions?” The others shook their heads. “Alright! Let’s head to our stations and get ready!!” With that, Charlie pranced off to direct their tenants to their desired spa service, while her fellow staff members walked to their respective stations at a more sedate pace.

A couple hours in, their spa day was going perfectly! Soothing soundscapes serenaded the hotel tenants from speakers placed strategically around the lobby. Meanwhile, Vaggie applied a moisturizing mask to the face of an anglerfish demon; Angel used his many arms to massage knots out of the back muscles of a tall, red-skinned demon who he seemed quite taken with; Niffty excitedly conversed with a black-furred hellhound as she painted her nails with an iridescent silver polish; and Husk carried a tray containing mugs of chamomile tea to a few demons relaxing on one of the lobby’s plush couches.

Sighing contentedly, Charlie was about to make another round to check on each of her friends’ progress when she heard the front door creak open ever so slightly. She turned around just as none other than Alastor stepped surreptitiously into the lobby. He looked uncharacteristically tired. That, coupled with the fact that she hadn’t seen him since the previous afternoon, made her think that he was either hunting, putting other high-ranking demons in their place, or both. Even though his clothes looked a little rumpled, which was also unusual for him, he had obviously taken care to remove any bloodstains from his previous activities, whatever they were. Charlie smiled fondly at him. He knew that she was a little squeamish (as funny as that was, seeing as how she was the Princess of Hell) and she really appreciated the effort he put into being more thoughtful and sensitive.

“Al!” Charlie exclaimed, all but running over to her mate and giggling happily as she wrapped her arms around him. “I missed you,” she murmured in a softer tone. She took a few moments to lay her head against his lean chest and savor the sound of his strong heartbeat, then peeked up at him with an adoring expression on her face.

The Radio Demon chuckled, then placed a soft kiss on her forehead and nuzzled his nose against hers as he returned her fond gaze with one of his own.

“Well hello there sweetheart. I missed you too,” Alastor replied in a low tone, the usual radio feedback gone from his voice for those few moments.

Charlie felt her cheeks flush at their close proximity and his sultry tone of voice, which only caused her mate’s trademark grin to stretch wider.

“A-are you feeling alright? Did your...hunt, or whatever, go well? You look a little tired, Al,” Charlie inquired, cupping his face with one of her hands as her brow furrowed on concern.

Alastor chuckled, closing his eyes briefly as he covered her hand with one of his own and leaned into her gentle touch. “Not to worry, my dear! Got into a bit of a skirmish with Vox but all is well now. Your ‘deer’ Radio Demon showed him who’s really in charge around here.” Alastor purposefully pitched his voice down an octave and his gaze toward Charlie turned half-lidded. He was doing his best to fluster her as he loved seeing her reactions, and he definitely wasn’t disappointed.

Charlie blushed even more at that and had to turn away briefly until she could get her complexion under control. Once she regained her composure, she turned back to her mate with a bright smile and an idea that would hopefully help him relax after the stressful night he’d had.

“So...I know I mentioned that I’d be organizing a spa day for our tenants since everyone has been making such great progress!” Alastor nodded along, gazing attentively at his mate with his usual grin in place. “The thing is, though...all of the other staff are occupied with giving treatments to our residents.” Charlie began to get a little flustered at the thought of what she was about to ask Alastor, but soldiered on anyway. “Um...I know you’ve had a stressful night, what with dealing with Vox and all...so, is there anything I can do to help you relax? A massage, maybe...?” Charlie trailed off, gazing up at Alastor inquiringly with her naturally red-stained cheeks colored an even darker red by her prominent blush.

Alastor’s eyes widened a fraction at his mate’s forwardness, though the rest of his expression remained unchanged. “Why, Charlie, my dear! So forward today!” He laughed to himself, then leveled his mate with a warm gaze and took one of her hands in his own. “You know I’m not one for such...intimate activities,” At that, Charlie’s demeanor deflated almost imperceptibly, though she strived to remain considerate of him and his preferences as far as physical touch was concerned. “But! If it’s you who will be doing the massaging, my dear, how could I ever refuse?”

Charlie’s grin returned to its usual brightness as she grabbed Alastor’s hands in her own and began to pull him toward the hotel’s grand staircase. “Great!! You’ll be relaxed and recharged again in no time!! Since there are so many demons down here already, would you feel a little more comfortable if I gave you your massage in our room?”

Alastor’s gaze softened as he wrapped one arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her close to his side. “That sounds wonderful, sweetheart. Thank you.”

With that, the pair began to climb the staircase to their suite on the top floor of the hotel. Angel caught Charlie’s gaze as they passed, and he gave her a wink and six thumbs-up when he caught sight of her and Alastor nestled so closely against one another. Charlie blushed slightly but nonetheless gave her friend a subtle smile and thumbs-up of her own.

Once Charlie and Alastor entered their tastefully-decorated suite, Charlie closed and locked the door behind them. “Now, when people get massages, they normally remove their shirts to give the massage therapist easier access to their back. But if you don’t want to do that, Al, it’s perfectly fine!! Just undress to your comfort level. Or not at all! Whatever you want to do.” When Charlie finished speaking and finally turned around, however, her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. There was her devilishly handsome mate laying shirtless on their bed. He was stretched out comfortably on his stomach with his eyes closed serenely and his head resting on top of his crossed arms.

“I’m ready when you are, my sweet,” he all but purred.

“O-okay!” Charlie squeaked. She scurried to their en suite bathroom to grab a bottle of coconut oil and returned to the bedside.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor turned on the same soothing spa music Charlie had playing in the lobby, as his mate warmed some of the oil between her hands. She began massaging his back in broad strokes, then decided to focus on his shoulders where she felt the most tension. Alastor groaned softly in pleasure, already feeling himself melting beneath her attentive hands.

After spending about 20 minutes loosening the knots in her mate’s back muscles, Charlie instructed him to turn over so she could work on his neck muscles with the aid of gravity. Alastor sighed, a content smile stretching across his face as Charlie’s nimble fingers massaged the back of his neck. A few minutes later, she pleasantly surprised him by reaching up to massage his scalp, followed by his soft ears. She rubbed them from their base to their furry, tufted tips, delighting in the soft moans he seemed to subconsciously utter.

Deciding that he had reached his limit, Alastor gently but firmly grabbed Charlie around the waist and pulled her on top of him.

“A-Al...?” Charlie questioned with curiosity as she glanced up to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his handsome face.

“Shh...let’s just relax,” Alastor murmured as he wrapped one arm around Charlie’s back and carded through her silken hair with the fingers of his opposite hand.

“Mm...alright...” Charlie mumbled with a yawn, snuggling against Alastor’s lean but firm chest and already beginning to drift off.

Just as they were both about to fall asleep, Alastor whispered, “Thanks for looking out for me, doll. I love you.”

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