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citrusbatsandhoneybees · 3 days

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-The Fading Star-

-Part One-

Haha! I've never done this before, but I've been so obsessed with Hazbin Hotel (especially Lucifer) ever since it came out. Everything everyone makes is so inspiring, so I figured I'd try to make something myself. Take it easy on me please! <3 Also if it wasn't clear this is purely self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

Anyways..

Lucifer Morningstar X Female Self Insert

Content Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, angst, brief mention of cannibalism, and angst (I think that's it? Let me know if I missed anything)

Quick Synopsis: Tsuki was made to keep Lilith company during her marriage with Adam, but finds herself unwillingly, falling in love with a certain archangel. Then after many millennia the reader, Tsuki, reunites with Lucifer.

Golden lights flicker around an angel as she flies through a portal, and is instantly hit with the smell of sulfur, floating ash and blood. The sound of guttural screams fills her ears, as she flies herself closer to the bottom of the hill that the hotel once laid atop of. With a roll of her shoulders, her wings retract into her back, and her halo fades away with small glitters that fell from the place it once was. While walking up the hill, she assesses her surroundings. She finds pale skinned sinners adorned in vintage clothing and stains of shimmering golds and deep crimsons. Wanting to gag, she watches them shred her fellow angel’s bodies with only their teeth and claws but continues her pace up the hill and toward the hotel. Dread starts to travel through her as she thinks to herself. Shit am I too late? Before the angel could rush towards the broken-down hotel, she stopped in her tracks feeling a familiar sting thumping against her chest. Looking around the view of the rubble, she spots a hunched over figure hobbling away from the current scene. Naturally her hand reaches out toward the scarlet form, and small violet sparks spawn a small circle, and the shape expands big enough for her to step through.

Alastor lets out a deep, guttural groan as he lays back against some rubble. He kept his hand across the deep cut that was ripped into his chest, placing pressure against it to stop anymore blood from pouring out the wound, but to no avail. He feels sweat run past his brow, as he allows a sick laugh through his lips and places the back of his other hand across his closed eyelids. This blocks out the flickering red light that stood above him. The radio demon tries to focus on riding out the pain but is quickly interrupted by the sounds of a low hum accompanied by sparks fizzling in the air. Alastor’s ears twitch back as he quickly grasps his wound a little harder; on guard, he glares down a portal that forms only a few feet away from him.

As the angel walks through the portal, she moves her hands forward, and keeps her eyes on the sinner in front of her. She attempted to make him feel safe with a soft smile as she walked closer to the deer-like demon.

“Hey, hey it’s okay! I-”

The atmosphere turned frigid, as she was interrupted by the growing sounds of a radio crackling and hissing. Large shadowy tendrils rose around him ready to strike, and although Alastor’s wicked smile remained, his eyes told a different story.

“I advise you not to come any closer, I wouldn’t normally hurt a dame such as yourself; however, I won’t hesitate if necessary.”

As he adjusts himself against the rubble behind him, a groan accompanies his words and his eyes squint ever so slightly.

The angel raised her hands in defense, as she continued to walk slowly closer to him. Her eyes were soft as she examined his injury as much as she could from the distance she was at.

“I am only here to help, I know what I’m doing, you can trust me.”

Alastor allowed her to walk closer, watching every single movement she made, but to her surprise, as she knelt down in front of him, the dark tentacles dissipated around the two. He continued a watchful gaze on her, seeing her slowly raise a hand over his chest.

“Are you okay with me healing you?”

The angel stares intently into his eyes, keeping a gentle expression. His eyes squinted a little, looking over her face for any trickery behind it.

“Strange question dear, but yes if you are willing.”

She nods in response and a quick flourish of violets and sparkling particles erupt from her palm. She stayed focused as the injury was quickly sealed and stitched together with a magical winding string that flowed from her palm, leaving nothing but a small purple line across his chest where the cut once was. Her eyes return back to the deer’s, giving him a small smile. His own return to hers after grasping his chest, feeling no pain where the gash once was. He eyes her up and down, his smile never wavering. She thinks to herself watching his actions. What a strange one…

“Now, let me help clean you up.”

She referred to the state of clothing and skin; they were now crusted with the evidence of his gash. She was about to form a cleaning supplies and clothing before Alastor interrupted her thoughts.

“No need my dear, I believe I can handle that!”

She narrowed her eyes while watching him quickly stand up and shadows encapsulate him for a moment but release him to reveal that his suit was reverted back to the way they once were. Alastor bends forward, offering his hand to her, and she takes his offer of help up.

“You have my gratitude Dear, is there anything that I could do for you?”

His tone had an underlying sense of interrogation, as he watched her closely. The angel raised her hands and shook her head with a smile.

“I don’t need anything, really! Glad I could help, but I should really go now.”

Her eyes glanced around her, looking towards where the hotel once was, but replacing it, there are now walls with scaffolding wrapped around it. Jeez that was fast. She was about to head towards the structure, until the cold touch of claws fell to her shoulders.

“Nonsense! There has to be something that I could do!"

She shudders from the sudden touch, and turns around to face him.

“If you insist, do you know Miss Charlie Morningstar? I need to speak to her.”

His smile widens hearing her question.

“How interesting, I was curious as to why you were over here. Either way I would be happy to introduce you!”

Shadows suddenly encapsulate the two of them. Shivers run through the angel’s back, as she feels the ground pull out from underneath her. However, the falling feeling only lasts a few seconds before she arrives in front of the hotel that was very close to being finished. She admires the new building from afar as golden flashes of magic flourish and create things inside and around it. Her heart stutters at the sight, feeling the growing pit in her stomach, she turns to look for the red-haired demon, only to be faced with no one there. Allowing her eyes to close, she lets out a long sigh as she places two hands onto the back of her neck, rolling out the stress that had formed there. After she hears the crack, she drops her arms to her sides and starts to trek towards the hotel.

On the way there, the sounds of a hopeful song blessed her ears, but she continued her pace and watched as the hotel finished. The new building was massive, truly a sight to behold. The angel stared in awe. A large array of light fixtures covered it: golden bulbs, neon lights, and several signs pointing to the entrance. Windows lined the sides of the building and along with the towers that were placed towards the front of the building. One of the towers was decorated with a simple apple themed level on the top with the other being a sharper and darker level adorned with antennas similar to antlers. The last thing the angel looked at before she arrived at the front of the new Hazbin Hotel was the large key structure that seemed to be staring down at her. She winced and wanted to shrink underneath the stare but shook it off, looking towards the grand doors of the hotel.

Alastor and the rest of the group had just walked into their new home, walking up to the bar to celebrate their victory before a knock had sounded at the door. Everyone was suddenly on their guard from the intruding sound with Lucifer being the first to start walking towards the front doors. He wasn’t going to allow something bad happen to his daughter’s hotel. The rest of the group had kept up a few steps behind him, but before Lucifer could step up to the door, he was quickly interrupted with Alastor slipping out of his shadows, to place his hand on the knob and pull it open.

The angel was about to knock again before the door was pulled open in front of her to be faced with the tall demon once again.

“Oh there yo-”

The radio demon interrupted her by walking to her side, leaning forward, and placing an arm around her shoulders to pull her forward. She was quickly pulled along to face Charlie, Vaggie, and the rest of the sinners. The angel was prepared to give them her best smile, greet them, and make the best first impression she could, but this was all quickly put to a halt as she noticed the being in front of them all:

Lucifer.

“I have someone to introduce to you all! This is.. Oh I’m sorry my dear; I don’t believe I ever got your name!”

Alastor turned to look down at her to only see that her face had drained of color, and her eyes were fixated on the fallen angel in front of her. He turned his head to follow her line of sight towards Lucifer; his eyes examined him, and his smirk grew when he saw Lucifer staring at her too.

His presence caused panic to wash over her, as her breath broke into shaky, short ones. Any sounds that the rest of the group made was drowned out by the loud ringing that sounded in her ears. She froze in this position as time seemed to stand still. Her brain and heart were filled with harsh, overwhelming, conflicting feelings; they were screaming at her to run away or towards him, but her thoughts were interrupted from the voice that her heart longed for.

“Tsuki?”

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allastoredeer · 1 month

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I love the Platonic Pentagram!

Sounds like the start of a fun joke. Four Overlords and the King of Hell walk into a hotel...

Vox would literally die. LMAO. Bro took 4 Ls at once and cannot comprehend what their dynamic is.

Frankly, neither can Alastor, but he's pleased with the results none-the-less. Just a lovely group marriage of mutual companionship. Living the dream.

They'd all probably get together regularly for tea and card games.

VOX WASN'T INVITED TO THE PLATONIC PENTAGRAM AND HE'S SO MAD ABOUT IT. Boi cannot stop taking L's.

Alastor is having a good time. He's got his fellow oldie Zestial, his bestie Rosie, his coworker Carmilla who he's not especially close with, but she doesn't tolerate other peoples shit and he respects that, and his banter buddy Lucifer who he constantly throws hands with. It's just a fun time all around.

He is living his best afterlife.

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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A Alastor x wife!reader where reader has been wanting a family and finally by some miracle she discovers she's pregnant

Just a thought 🫠

You are not even the third person to ask for this and we're all already delusional here soooooo-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Sadness, Reader has baby fever and spreads it to her husband unintentionally, A little angst, Implied baby making 😉

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Alastor would do anything for his wife, spare no expense for her happiness and it shows

You two have talked previously about your obvious desire for a family with him

He would be willing to give that to you even though he's admittedly not the biggest fan of the idea

Part of him is scared of being a father but he won't ever admit that

You two both knew that sinners couldn't reproduce, and it crushed you that the opportunity was taken from you

You were still happy to have your husband and your found family at the hotel

You just still had that desire to have a baby, your husband's baby to be exact

Alastor hates seeing you so hurt over this, he wants to fix things for you, but this is out of his control

He couldn't give you a baby no matter how hard he tried, and that makes him feel helpless, which makes him angry

Sometimes the longing for a baby and the despair of knowing you can't have one gets to be too much for you and you unintentionally draw into yourself

Not amount of hugging or soothing words from your husband can console you, no matter how hard you cling to him and seek his comfort

You're just so sad sometimes

Which leads to Alastor being frosty and agitated with the others around the hotel, upset that he can't just fix it

He would give you the biggest family if he could, whatever he could do to make you feel whole

It's not like you two are neglecting each other or growing apart, there's just this heavy feeling hanging between you two

Everyone knows something is up with you two, but nobody is brave enough to ask, except maybe Vaggie, but she's respecting your privacy as a couple

Of course, it's Charlie who tries to get to the bottom of things for the two of you, everyone is just worried you two are fighting

So when you finally relent and tell her the truth, she's relieved that you and Alastor only want to have a baby-

YOU AND ALASTOR WANT TO HAVE A BABY!?

Sinners can't reproduce so you're just riding out your baby fever until it's manageable again

But no sinner has had a friend in the Morningstar family before

Not even a day later Alastor is greeted by Lucifer while you're out with Charlie and the others

"Hey man, heard you wanted me to get your wife pregnant! Lucky for you, I happen to have a thing for married women~"

When you come back home you're surprised to see Lucifer and your husband talking amicably, both turning their heads towards you immediately

"Ah! Would you look at the time? I should really get going, things to do, ducks to make-what?"

Lucifer gives you an unexpected side hug on his way out, hand resting momentarily on your stomach before leaving

You rub where he touched, surprised by the sudden warmth that lingers there

Your husband is looking at you strangely too but kisses you in greeting before you can even question it

Alastor acts rather clingy the rest of the day, following you around, asking you how you're feeling, giving affection more freely

You can't deny that you're loving the attention and soaking up every bit of it, the warmth in your stomach having spread throughout your entire body now

If Alastor's sudden neediness is anything to go by, he's feeling the same as you are

How either of you manage to wait until everyone has gone to bed to indulge in each other is beyond you

The entire night is a blur but when you wake up the entire bed has nearly been torn apart

Feathers are all over the place, the blankets have all been kicked away or shredded, the bed frame is clawed and cracked

You would almost feel embarrassed, but when you look at your handiwork on your husband, you can't help but feel proud

Things mostly go back to normal after that, except Lucifer visits more often and seems to pay special attention to you

You feel like everyone is watching you lately and you don't know why, you're never alone anymore, your husband especially is very hovery

But it ends up working out in your favor because one day you wake up, overwhelmed by the urge to vomit, your husband holding back your hair

And it keeps happening for days on end, and you start gaining weight without explanation, and your cravings are suddenly intense and-

Your husband is looking a little too pleased with himself, rubbing your back soothingly as you poke at your mysteriously changing body in the mirror

"You did this to me somehow, didn't you!"

"Why honey, why would I need to babytrap you when we're already married?"

"Because you-what?"

It takes a few moments to register what he said, all the strange things in the last few months clicking into place

"You got me pregnant..?"

He actually starts to look a little embarrassed, suddenly unsure if he really did the right thing after all-

When did he end up on the bed?

Is definitely sure in his decision later when he exits the bedroom, fixing his hair and clothes while he leaves you sleeping in bed

Luckily, the hotel has a lot of people who are willing to help out with your pregnancy because Alastor is worried he's actually in over his head

Your mood swings are more like mood hurricanes and sometimes he needs help knowing the right things to say

"Y/N, don't worry about not fitting into your own clothes, this is uh...just an opportunity to get new ones!"

"T-Thanks Vaggie..."

The cravings start to get fucking weird, Alastor genuinely repulsed by some of the things you're asking him for

"Darling, I can get you fresh meat as bloody as you want but do you really need to eat it with cake and ice cream?"

"Don't you love me..?"

He'll be back in 10 minutes

The bigger you get, the more sore and tired you are, constantly needing help around the hotel as you waddle around

"Thanks for helping me, Husk...I was getting really tired."

"Charlie, is it alright if I sit in that chair? My back is killing me.."

Alastor is scared with how vulnerable you are like this so he sticks close to you but silently appreciates the help from everyone

Even the other overlords come to see your miracle pregnancy, which doesn't help with Alastor's paranoia over how defenseless you are right now

They just want to see

As if Carmilla or Rosie would let anything happen to you anyways, Rosie loves the crap out of you and Carmilla wouldn't hurt an expecting mother

Rosie is constantly visiting and bringing baby gifts, so many that they're starting to pile up around the hotel

"Oh darling, you're practically glowing! Alastor! Have you told Y/N how radiant she is with her pregnancy?"

She wants to be Aunty Rosie so bad

Alastor genuinely admires the changes in your body, feeling pride in the thought that he did this to you

"With a little help from the big boss of-"

"You haven't left already?"

"I want to talk to my god child~ Can you stop hogging Y/N's belly for five minutes?"

"Your what now?

Alastor rubs your belly a lot, baffled by the idea that his spawn is in there and how happily you carry it

How you're so proud to be having his kid is beyond him, he knows what a wretched man he is and you still love him, take pride in him

The first time he feels the baby kick, he's a little unnerved but then you guide his hand back, smiling at him in a way that makes his heart ache for you

"Our baby wants to say hi to you..."

Okay, now his heart is melting, give your husband a kiss right now

Starts kissing and talking to your belly more after that, talking to the baby about anything and everything as if you're not even there

"Now your mother, you have no idea how lucky she is to have me as her husband~"

Confides in you late one night, about his fear of being a father and failing you and the baby

Not him having tears pinpricking in the corners of his eyes as you kiss him and reassure him

He doesn't particularly care about the gender of his child, just that you and the little spawn are okay

But if the baby is a girl, then he would like her to have his mother's name, that's all he would ask really

If the baby is a boy then he'll let you pick the name out as long as it's something fancy sounding

Does all the work when it comes to the nursery and baby proofing but has no idea what that actually entails, so you'll have to help him out

He's so proud to show you the finished look

The closer it gets to your due date, the more out of sorts and anxious he is but he tries to put on a brave face for you

He makes sure you never have to lift a finger, doing everything he can to make you comfortable and spending all his free time with you

Carmilla and her daughters all volunteer to assist in the labor, Zestial coming for the sake of tagging along

Alastor is in genuine anguish when you actually go into labor, the sound of you in pain and him being helpless to help is torture for him

Refuses to leave your side the entire time, blocking out everything else but you and encouraging you as best he can

Focuses so hard on taking care of you that he hardly notices that you've finished, surprised when Carmilla suddenly puts not one but two babies in your arms

You're visibly exhausted but seem to gain a renewed energy at the sight of your babies, looking at them in wonder before giving Alastor a tearful smile

"A boy and a girl, a miracle on top of already being miracle babies. Congratulations, Alastor."

Carmilla pats him on the shoulder before leaving, pulling Zestial and her daughters along with her

Alastor doesn't even register what she said, still dumbfounded at the sight of you cooing at two squirming infants

TWINS!? Lucifer, you sneaky son of a bi-

"Do you want to hold them, Alastor?"

"I would love nothing more, my dear..."

He definitely doesn't immediately fall in love when his babies cling to him like they'll never let go, holding his fingers in their unbelievably tiny hands

A LITTLE TREAT FOR ALL OF YOU WHO WERE BEGGING FOR THIS

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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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-Alastor x spouse!gn!reader:

Alastor and his Spouse had been together ever since they were alive and his spouse had always been his right hand in life and death. Just giving a helping hand if Alastor needed it, watching proudly as he became a powerful overlord. But then Alastor disappeared and no one knew where he had gone to, not even his beloved spouse. After a year or so of searching and waiting for their husband to come back, they accepted that he was gone and went on to become an overlord themselves, getting some tips from Rosie here and there. After a while they became isolated, only ever going out to gossip with Rosie or attend meetings with the other overlords. And they were never really a fan of the media or technology either. Only ever listening to their husbands radio, sometimes even joining in. So they weren’t aware of their husbands return, only seeing him for the first time in 7 years at one of the meetings with the other overlords. And they were pissed.

Sorry, that was really long.. my bad :[

Also, no pressure if you don’t want to go write this <3

A/N okay one, don’t apologize. Two, this ask is awesome. Three, I hope what I’ve done with it makes you happy :)

Wrath (Alastor x Overlord!Spouse!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Tame as heck for the most part, ngl.

Word Count: 1,820

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Y/n had never known life without Alastor. They had grown up together, shared a wild childhood in the back streets of New Orleans. Nothing can ever beat that type of love and so, when they were fifteen and terrified and he asked them on their first date, how could they say no?

One date turned into two and before either really had time to sit back and take stock of their lives, they were twenty and married. Alastor had a budding career as a radio host and Y/n found a simple joy in the life of a house-partner. Things had been happy, they had been good.

The pair had always been inseparable, attached at the hip. That first night Alastor had come home, eyes wide and suit soaked in blood? Y/n had handed him a damp towel. Even their entrance into death had been together, shot by a hunter while burying a body.

It had been a joy to watch him grow and change, to witness the way their husband built a life for them in the world of the living and nothing changed that when they entered Hell. They were his right hand, his everything. That was why it hurt so much when he disappeared one day without a trace.

Alastor had never done that before, not tell them what was going on. He'd been gone for days, weeks at a time on rare occasions, tracking some demon he was intent on killing or the like. This was different. They always talked before hand, he always made sure Y/n was safe and set up with their mutual friend Rosie for their protection. This time, there hadn't even been a note.

In tears, Y/n had wandered their way into Cannibal Town. Rosie's smile had slipped from her face upon welcoming them into the little shop she ran, quickly ushering the demon into the back room. Y/n, while they had been a right hand in their first life and this one, had never been an active part in Alastor's work. Sure, they leant a hand if he needed one, but the occasion he did was rare and most of them helping him was through making sure he had a hot meal to come home to and a loving environment to exist in. They had never had a life without him in it and refused to believe they were entering into one now.

The first weeks were rough. Y/n stayed with Rosie, in the same guest room they always did but, they barley left it. When Rosie suggested they start looking for her lost partner, Y/n had jumped up. It was a shred of hope, something to hold onto.

A year of searching went by. Rosie tried, did everything in her power to keep Y/n happy and hopeful, to keep her safe. Time is the cruelest master of all and not even Rosie could stop the doubt it brought to her friend.

"I can't do this anymore, Rose." Y/n admitted one day as they drank their coffee, "I... He's not coming back."

"You don't know that!" Rosie had insisted, grasping Y/n's hands across the table.

"We've been looking for a year. There hasn't been the slightest bit of evidence. I... I can't do it anymore. I have to move on."

And move on they did. With their husband gone, there were empty shoes to be filled among the overlords of Hell and who better to fill them than Y/n? They worked hard, training. They grew strong and it payed off at last when two and a half years after their husband's disappearance, Y/n managed to take down an overlord, officially indoctrinating them into their ranks.

The more time went on, the more feared of a figure they became. Y/n had hoped it would have been a distraction, carrying on Alastor's legacy. The loneliness ate away at them. He had always been there, and now he was suddenly gone. The more powerful they became, the more they retreated into themselves. They became a rumor, a name whispered behind closed doors.

Y/n still held out a spark of hope that one day, Alastor would return. As they hit the seven year line since his disappearance, that too fizzled out. Things were getting bad in Hell, the last extermination had been the most brutal in history. Just the other day, word had come in that Heaven wasn't even going to wait their normal year before the next one, only a meager six months. Even with Y/n's aversion to all things media, they were only a painful reminder of what they had lost, after all, they managed to hear about it. It was a big deal, and a terrifying one too.

Of course, in response to this, Carmilla had called a meeting. When Carmilla Carmine called a meeting, there wasn't an overlord in all of Hell who wasn't going to show up. It was serious, she meant buisness.

Y/n had dragged themselves out of the place that had become their home over the past seven years. One of the first things they had taught themselves how to do was to travel through shadows, the way their husband had. With a snap of their fingers, the shadows took them, spitting them back out in the waiting room of Carmilla's offices.

Looking around, Y/n caught sight of Rosie and approached their oldest friend.

"Hey, Rose." they hummed placidly.

"Oh! Y/n! What a pleasure to see you here." she smiled back, turning to face them, "I half expected you wouldn't show."

"You know me." Y/n shrugged, "I come when it's important."

"I'm worried about you." Rosie admitted after a moment, her smile faltering slightly, "You've been spotted out and about less and less."

"I'm fine, I promise." Y/n weakly reassured, "I'm drinking water and touching grass or whatever. I just... socializing isn't super my thing anymore."

"Yes but, you're putting a target on your back doing that." Rosie insisted, "People are going to start wondering, start questioning your power and authority. You should at least go rough someone up, or start a business! Establish your presence."

"Don't worry, Rose." Y/n smiled, their mouth full of razor sharp fangs, "Let 'em come. I can take care of myself now."

"That you can." she relented.

Y/n turned, surveying the room which held a handful of Hell's other top overlords. They recognized a couple, but there were a few they didn't know. They let out a sigh, eyes turning to the elevator doors as they slid open to reveal Zestial.

Y/n raised their hand, intending to wave a greeting to the oldest and most respected of their group as he entered the room, but froze. Their hand at chest level, their eyes went wide as they caught sight of a familiar shock of red hair.

"Fucking... Al?" they whispered, their arm falling to their side as they took half a step forward.

"What did you say?" Rosie asked.

It sounded like her voice was coming from somewhere underwater, the world was spinning.

"What's the matter?" Rosie asked, following the path of Y/n's gaze.

As her eyes landed on Alastor, standing clear as day at the other end of the room and casually conversing with Zestial, she gasped lightly.

"Oh my."

"I'll be back in a second, Rose." Y/n hissed through clenched teeth, their hands balled into tight fists.

With fluid, silent footfalls, they stormed across the room and came to a stop beside Alastor. The room fell silent at the sight. They all knew of the pair's story, had heard from Rosie about how long and how hard Y/n had searched for their husband. Hearing the silence, Alastor turned, his eyes locking with Y/n's.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, placing a hand gently on the top of their head, "How have you been, darling? Zestial was just telling me about what great strides you-"

Y/n harshly took his hand from their head, the strength with which they held his wrist cutting Alastor off. They took a step forward, now just an inch away from Alastor as they glared up at him. Fury coursed through their veins as he watched them in mild confusion.

"Seven years." Y/n scoffed.

Alastor made no reply, simply continuing to watch his spouse as they practically frothed at the mouth.

"Seven fucking years." they repeated, releasing the grip on his wrist.

"I'm here now."

The slap echoed through the silence like the crack of a whip. Alastor stumbled back to slightest bit, his hand raised to his cheek.

"You..." Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm themselves, "Al, where the fuck were you? How... how long have you been back?"

"A few days." he admitted.

Y/n's eyes widened as they processed the information.

"A... a few days?" they scoffed, "A few days? You know what? You didn't tell me when you left, why should I have expected you'd tell me you were back."

Y/n turned away from him, rubbing their forehead in irritation. Alastor hesitated before taking a step forward, placing a hand gently on their shoulder.

"Lov-"

"What?" Y/n spat, spinning back around to face him.

Their teeth were sharp, elongated and dripping. Tears welled in their eyes. Alastor's breath caught in his chest.

"Fucking what?!"

"Please, let me make it up to you." his voice was soft and gentle, the same one he used when they were alone together.

"I..." Y/n took another deep breath, "I don't know if you can."

Tears were streaming down their cheeks now, falling thick and fast. Their body glitched, half transformed into their full demon state and half staying as their more human public face. It pained him to see. If he had had any other choice, he would have done something different. He had never wanted to hurt them. Alastor reached out, grabbing their hands in his.

"Please, let me try."

"Why should I!" Y/n screamed back at him, pulling their hands out of his reach, "Seven years! Seven fucking years! You promised me. You promised me we'd stick together."

The grief seemed to be winning in its battle over the anger as the glitches slowed. Their teeth shrunk back to normal and their voice faded, becoming softer, weaker.

"I'll explain everything just please, please give me a chance."

Y/n sighed. Lifting their hands to their face, they pressed their palms into their eyes. They stood like that for a moment, unmoving and silent. Alastor waited, tense with anticipation. At last, they looked up at him once again, their arms falling loosely to their sides.

"Fine." they sharply stated and Alastor's smile grew, "After the meeting. You get as much time as it takes me to drink a cup of coffee. Deal?"

"Deal."

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A/N ngl I wasn't super sure how to end this fic but I really like it and this was such a fun request to write. I love and angry reader.

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bunniesanddeer · 2 months

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Hiiiii! I was wondering if I could request a fic with a sick reader? I'm currently sick with the flu and am looking for a bit of comfort :(

Hi! I am sorry for taking a bit to respond. Needed some sleep after work. I wasn't sure if this is exactly what you wanted, so I am sorry if it isn't. This is just some minor fluff from the perspective of Alastor.

Sick

Pairing: Alastor X Sick!Reader

Tags: Sick reader, fluff, minor angst, allusions to sickness and Alastor's past.

Word Count: 1,048

Alastor did not like when people got sick. He did not like seeing their snotty faces, or listening to their fevered rambles. He did not like getting sick, either. The Radio Demon hated it. It reminded him of being a weak child, and it was something he actively avoided. In order to do so, he avoided sick sinners, giving them an even wider berth than the average sinner. That is, until you got sick.

It had been a normal morning up until Charlie spoke up.

Charlie had called your name as the group made their way to the dining room. Alastor had been setting the final platters down. They were heaped full of pancakes, and waffles, something you had requested recently. He looked up from the table, making eye-contact with a confused Charlie.

“That’s weird,” she said. “Normally they’re up pretty early. Has anyone seen them?” Charlie looked at the group, and got shakes of their heads in response.

Yes, that was odd. Normally, by this time, you were up and following Alastor around the kitchen. He rarely let you help, but you always sat in the kitchen with him. Sometimes you would ask him silly questions about his life, and sometimes you would sit, sipping your drink, and listening to whatever music he played.

Alastor realized that it had been quiet all morning. (Something in him twinged. He had completely forgotten about your morning ritual! How rude). “Well, my dear! You get everyone settled in for breakfast. I’ll go see if they have merely lollygagged in bed too long!”

Charlie thanked him with a smile and a thumbs up. He didn’t respond, merely making his way past her and towards the stairs.

When he finally got to your room, he knocked on your door with a flourish. Alastor’s ears twitched as he listened intently. Nothing. There was only silence on the other end. He knocked again. Still nothing. With a sigh, and a mild form of discomfort, (one did not just barge into another’s sleeping space!), he opened the door, and let himself inside.

The room was quite dark. The curtains were pulled tight across the window, and the room had a musty smell to it. Something made Alastor feel the slightest bit skittish. Hmm.

There, on the bed, was a lump swallowed by blankets. He rolled his eyes. Ah! You were merely avoiding the day. With little sympathy, Alastor ripped back the blanket, to be met with the sight of you curled into the fetal position, eyes barely blinking open.

“Al?” Your voice was rough, and nasally. “Wa’s goin’ on?”

Your eyes had crusts at the corner, and your face was flushed. Your hands twitched, and your breath seemed to whistle just the slightest.

Gross. Alastor was immediately on guard. He did not want to get sick. He wanted out of this room.

But the sight of your exhausted face, made him think twice. He pondered over the situation for a moment, before gently putting the blanket back on the bed, gently tucking you in.

“I will be right back, dear. I am just going to go get some water and a thermometer,” Alastor said, taking off from the room before you could respond. His hands itched. If he was being honest, the drive to send someone else to take care of you was definitely there, but… You were ever so sweet on him. He couldn’t understand why, but he wasn’t about to repay that shred of kindness by abandoning you.

Alastor made his way to the kitchen, and to the medicine cabinet tucked in the corner. He pulled the thermometer, and after briefly reading over some labels, one of the medicinal syrups. He grabbed a cup, a plastic one he was not about to give a sick person a glass that they could drop, and filled it with water. On his way out, Charlie caught his eye. Alastor merely shook his head at her, and made his way back to your room.

Back in your room, Alastor helped you sit up, and propped the thermometer in your mouth. The back of his hand settled on your forehead, a strange habit he would never break. Your face was full of exhaustion, and it reminded him of another face, and he needed to force himself to focus.

“Just a moment, dear. Then I can give you this water,” he said, waiting for the strange thermometer to beep. He pulled it out of your mouth with a gentle tug, and read the number. “Ah. 102. You definitely have a fever. It’s not severe, but let’s help you get better.” Alastor handed you the cup, keeping the bottom of it supported as your weak grip held it.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he set the cup down on the bedside table. He settled down, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“M’ throat hur’s,” you mumbled, your eyes blinking slowly. “An’ I don’ think I can eat anythin’ right now.”

Alastor hummed. “Yes, I suppose we can let you rest now. We will get some warm broth in you later. If you do… expel later, it will be much worse on an empty stomach. Plus! Some good always helps heal the body and soul.” His claws push back some hair from your forehead. You lean into his hand, making him pause. (He would pretend the way his chest suddenly ached at the sight meant nothing. It was better that way).

“Can I have a hug?” Your voice is rough, but you’re looking at him with such hope in your eyes. Alastor can feel his smile get involuntarily tugged wider.

“Hmm. I suppose. He crawls up onto the bed, and settles besides you. You were much smaller than him, so he towered over you, even as he settled against the back of the bed. You immediately turn and nuzzle into his side, face tucked into his ribs. His arm wraps around your shoulder and back. Alastor decides to ignore the fact that you’re sweaty, because he’s being nice, not because the way your arms wrap around him cuts off his thinking.

“Sleep, dearest. I’ll be here.” Alastor hums to himself as you fall asleep.

He doesn’t like when people get sick, but perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing.

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

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ioniiaa · 27 days

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Hazbin Hotel OC - Nia

All about my Hazbin Hotel OC - Nia!

General Info:

Nia died/arrived in hell a few years before Alastor first manifested in Hell.

She was a fan of Alastor's radio show when she was alive.

Nia was acquainted with Mimzy as well, as she was her neighbor.

She's typically very timid and shy unless provoked.

Backstory:

(TW: Some graphic descriptions of violence)

Even when she was alive, she always preferred to work in the background and usually shied away from the spotlight.

Because of this, she never really got in trouble and was generally a pretty goody-two-shoes type of person.

Nia didn't have many enemies, but a few people had it out for her because she wanted to abide by the rules and wouldn't bend the rules for them.

Her naive nature and typically strong moral compass snapped when she received the news that her mother had died due to complications in surgery when she went to pick up her mother from the hospital. It was a surgery that was supposed to be fairly low stakes and that didn't even require her mother to stay the night at the hospital.

Nia knew something was wrong, that there had to be foul play involved. She could feel it in her gut.

Fueled by grief and anger, she pretended to storm out of the hospital. But in reality, she went around to the back of the building and snuck in undetected where she hid for hours until it was night time.

After activity had quieted down for the evening/night, Nia came out of her hiding spot and eventually found the nurses' office where their schedules were. She mathematically combed through all the information she could without being caught, making mental note of which nurses had been scheduled to assist with her mother's operation earlier that day. Luckily for her, the head surgeon's name was right there too. And he just so happened to be in another surgery/operation right now.

Not wasting another minute, Nia made her way to the operating room- stopping in some other office and storage rooms along the way to gather some things she could use as makeshift weapons.

At this point Nia's breathing had turned into hyperventilating, eyes shaking and dilated. She would get her revenge on the people who took away the last living family member she had.

So, Nia burst into the operating room and got sent into a crazed-animal-like state after seeing the scene that greeted her.

Her mother's body was cut up in pieces on the operating table, nurses and doctors alike laughing amongst themselves while seemingly dividing up piles of money - a maniacal scream escaped Nia's throat as she flung herself onto the head surgeon that wore the nametag of the doctor who operated on her mother just earlier that day- slicing and stabbing him wherever she could with the needles from the sewing kit she found in one of the office rooms just a few minutes prior.

Nia was in such a crazed state that she didn't care, or maybe didn't even notice, that she was also hurting herself in the process while mutilating the now-already-dead surgeon that killed her mother. Another thing Nia didn't notice was that the rest of the staff in the room had fled.

it wasn't long before many boots could heard rushing toward the operating room. The police burst open, equipped with riot shields and guns pointed at Nia. But she didn't notice, she was too busy still stabbing and slicing the shredded and hole-y corpse.

The last thing Nia heard were many indiscernible shouts in her direction before a sharp pain pierced through her skull, making her lose all consciousness before her body fell with a thud upon the cold tiles of the operating room floor.

Then she woke up in Hell, memories of that night hazy.

She went back to her normally quiet and shy self but found herself more susceptible to outbursts that usually ended with carnage and bloodshed in some form.

Whenever she came to after one of those outbursts, she would only have a vague recollection of what had happened.

Later on, the hazy memories of the night she died would become clear again after she had started staying at the Hazbin Hotel, and that's how she would end up piecing together why her appearance in Hell and demon form looked the way they did.

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radioappleheadcanons · 2 months

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Thinking about how both TVs and Phones use radio waves, and how that means, in theory, that the only reason Vox and Velvette can function as overlords is because Alastor lets them. Thinking about how they could push too far and lose that mercy they don't even know he's giving them.

They insult his mother, I think. Maybe just one, maybe both. But he glows that they had better shut their mouths. They don't. He just about tears them to shreds. The power goes out, and phones don't work, but they think it's because of the attack. It takes months for them to heal, but the devices never start working again. It was the first thing they tried to fix, as they were healing. They got power back, so there are lights, but no phones or TVs or anything that uses radio waves. They think the Radio demon must have cursed them, but they don't know how.

At the Hotel, things are tense, because Charlie isn't happy with Alastor's outburst. The others are scared of him, all but Lucifer. After yet another fight between the hotel owner and its sponsor, Alstor storms up to his radio tower. The king follows, determined to get answers. Alastor isn't happy to see him, but Lucifer doesn't care.

He sits on the floor, watching the radio demon, before asking 'Did you know that phones and tvs use radiowaves? I didn't. I only learned because I was researching them a few days ago."

"Going to yell at me for breaking them?" The redhead hissed.

"No. But I am course as to what they did to push you. They've done a lot of horrible things, but you've never responded like this." The shadow hisses at the king and lunges at him, but Lucifer bats it away. He's waiting for a response.

"They insulted my mother." It's hard to hear over the angry static, but the blond makes it out.

He hums. "You must love her a lot, to have this response. Tell me about her. I never really had one and Lilith - while I love her - did leave Charlie and I." Alastor stills at that. He hadn't ever really considered it. But he slowly slides down so he's sitting next to Lucifer and starts to tell him about his mama and everything she had done for him.

Later, Lucifer goes to the Vees, looking amused to see them scramble. He asks several teasing questions, with the goal of learning if they know why their things are still down. They don't. And gleefully, he explains. At their horrified faces, he laughs.

When they ask if he could command Alastor to simply stop, he turns serious. "No. And you have a lot of nerve asking me to do so. From what I know, that woman was practically a saint. And even if she wasn't, she's the closest thing I'll ever have to a mother." He turns and leaves, and the Vees stare after him, too scared to think about what that last sentence implies

#QPR Radioapple #At least thats how it is in my head for this one #long post #💚 aka mine

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littlebluentebook · 2 months

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Alastor x Sewing!Reader Pt.5

Chapter 6

"Alastor were you alright?" you asked The night was still awfully early compared to the last week you were there.

"I am alright darling, just feeling a little under the weather is all." Alastor was quick on his feet to come up with an excuse.

You were very shaken up after the dance and he wanted to get you away as soon as possible. In addition, many other men were looking a you.He felt protective of you in a way. Anyone who looked at you lustfully had a reserved daydream in Alastor's mind of being torn to shreds. Alastor wanted you to be all his. It was a silly thought and a foreign concept to him. He liked how kind you were and how you acted towards him.The pleasant conversations were an added bonus. He felt as though everything between you two was so natural and he could slightly let his guard down near you. Of course, he wouldn't utter a word about his jealousy being the reason the night ended short in case it upset you.

"oh goodness! When we get to my home I'll have to give you some medicine and tea!"

You were worried about your friend. What if he had gotten a cold from walking you home last week? The least you could do was ward it off a slight bit. Tonight you had learned your lesson and brought your own jacket so Alastor wouldn't freeze for you.

"Alastor, please come inside and join me for a cup of tea, at least enough to keep you warn on your walk home." You both were standing in the shops entrance. The truth was after your encounter you didn't want to be left alone.

"Hm, just one and I'll be on my way."

Inside the shop Alastor made a note of the flowers on your center table in the middle of the store. You made all the surrounding garments to match. Smiling at this he promised himself he wouldn't forget to give you new flowers at the beginning of the week.

You both walked further into the store to a door Alastor didn't notice before.

"Sorry if it's messy at all, I have had a very busy week and not much time to clean." You knew your home wasn't messy one bit but wanted to break the silence. There wasn't enough time spent there for it to be messy

"You are an awfully busy person Y/N, I think I can excuse it just this once."

You sat Alastor in your small living room, joining him after the kettle was on the stove.

He took notice of your home while you were away. It was neat in its own way. Your home definitely reflected that you were a busy person. Random sheets of numbers and sketches sat in a neat pile on the coffee table. There were books sorted by author and series but stacked haphazardly on a book shelf. The room had three windows with a nice view of the city below. He could even see the radio tower from one window.

"Do you have a tea preference?" you asked unsure.

"What do you have?" Alastor had certain tastes but wanted make sure he wasn't asking too much of you. He wanted to revel in your kindness, for it to be all his. Yet, he didn't want to take advantage of you. It was odd because typically he doesn't mind using others for his own gain.

"Green, chai, black, earl..." you rattled off.

"Chai sounds delightful"

"Perfect! Its my favorite."

It worked well for the evening to wind you both down.

"Y/N?" Alastor asked catching your attention, "how do you stay warm? You have no furnace."

"Oh!" the question caught you by surprise. Sometimes you forget that most homes have fireplaces. Your building wasn't originally meant to be a home and therefore didn't have one. "I have plenty of quilts that I stack. Plus, the oven typically warms this whole place up!"

The kettle went off and you got up to steep yours and Alastor's tea. On the way back you brought the tea, honey, sugar and two quilts. You assumed Alastor was cold and that was why he asked about a non existent furnace.

Alastor had asked the question so maybe you would think he was cold and sit close er to him. He absolutely enjoyed the feeling of you on his arm while walking.

You sat the tea, honey, and sugar on the coffee table then handed him one of the quilts you had made. It was a simple pastel blue with hints of floral fabric.

Instead if grabbing the quilt, Alastor reached underneath to grab your hand and gently led you to sit on the loveseat next to him. You both settled under your respective blankets. You reached for you tea, adding 2 cubes of sugar and a spoonful of honey. Alastor however reached for your stationary hand. He held it without a word, acknowledging nothing.

You didn't say anything either. He was such a gentleman to you! There was no point in ruining a friendship with nonsensical words.

Even after your tea was finished you and Alastor continued to talk about the world around you. He appreciated your ability to find beauty in the world and you appreciated how he could hold a meaningful intelligent conversation.

The entire time you both continued to hold hands. No words were mentioned but Alastor would casually make sure you wouldn't forget your hands were intertwined with his. He grabbed your second hand as soon has the tea was finished. He later then rubbed his thumb across your knuckles every once in a while while you were talking. Whenever you got passionate about a topic he would hold them both close together and bring them towards his lips for a light kiss.

By the time the two of you noticed the time, it was far too late for Alastor to walk home. You insisted he spend the night to which he reluctantly agreed. In all honesty he was excited to be spending all the time he could with you.

You ran down the stairs and into your spare room and grabbed a set of pajamas you hadn't sold for him to put on. They were dark red a fleece lined.

"These are the most comfortable clothes I have ever put on Y/N" he was astonished with the quality and comfort.

"Keep them darling!"

You and Alastor played the game of who would sleep where. He was willing to take your love seat but he was a guest, you wouldn't allow it. Additionally, neither of you fit on that seat comfortably.

#alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel #alastor

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inuhalfdemon · 4 days

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No One Can Know... (2/?)

Word Count: 733 Words

Chapter 2

"Who's been here since day one!? Who's been faithful as a nun...?" - Hell's Greatest Dad (Alastor)

"CHARLIE!"

Lucifer's voice grated into Alastor's ears as he leered over the reunion between Charlie and her father.

Alastor knew that this visit was...inevitable. As much as he wanted to keep Lucifer's involvement out of his area of things; he knew Charlie would eventually extend the invitation to her father to come and see what all was happening with her big plans regarding the hotel. Really though, it was very poor timing…

Still; he could at least see to the "introductions"; be a gracious host as the hotel manager before slipping away at the soonest moment he possibly could so that Charlie could go about her showing all that she wished to the King.

Then, Lucifer just ignored him.

Alastor stood by the entire time; just waiting to be acknowledged and the absolute fucker actually made a point of greeting the pets before casually stepping away; completely dismissing Alastor.

Alastor passively watched as Lucifer proceeded through the lobby; offering vague and unhelpful comments to the hotel and the welcome the current residents were making for him. Alastor realized: Lucifer couldn't say shit regarding the hotel. Parts of the deal they had made prevented him from it. Interesting... However - upon seeing Alastor's obvious addition to things - Lucifer was then able to cut in with:

"Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that!?"

That was his cue. Despite his irritations; Alastor thought it best to play...civil.

He'd have his fun, of course. He'd greet the man; all smiles and poking a few clever jabs at the King...

But, then Lucifer dug in: implying Alastor was someone he had never even heard of - suggesting he was merely a bellhop to the hotel and then...fucking calling him a hazbin...to his face...in front of everyone within the lobby.

Alastor wildly laughed; at the comment thrown at him – choosing to hold on to that last shred of self control before Lucifer threw it back in his face.

Lucifer wanted Alastor to crack; to give any little indication that the two – in fact – knew each other. If Alastor slipped here; then his deal binding him to Lilith and keeping him at the hotel would be made void. Alastor had been – on all accounts – playing nice. He, too, had reasons of seeing Lucifer break their little façade. If Lucifer wanted to him to play into this little song and dance…well, who was he to refuse to partake in such entertainment.

It wasn’t hard for Alastor to find his digs into Lucifer by way of his daughter. Alastor knew the reasons for Lucifer’s required absence but Charlie did not; nor could Lucifer offer any sort of explanation that would remain within the confines of their deal. It was too easy for Alastor to emphasize his having been there for Charlie “since day one; being the authoritative figure she emotionally needed to turn to for guidance and validation in all of her efforts in making her dream a reality.

Lucifer quickly steered the conversation toward the other residents; encouraging Charlie to talk about anything else. Alastor’s irritability quickly bubbled to the surface.

It was time to take things up a notch.

His shadow made quick work in detrimenting the chain that supported the large chandelier hanging above their heads; sending it crashing down into the lobby – sending a clear message to Lucifer that Alastor was growing tired of this little game…

Laughing; Lucifer saw the message for what it was:

“Haha! Alright, then…”

Lucifer meant to show Charlie that she needed him more than some hazbin Radio Demon. If she saw this; Lucifer’s involvement in things could change drastically – effectively reducing Alastor’s. Lucifer trusted Lilith…but, wondered at her decision to involve the sinner and entrusting him with the protection of their daughter and in ensuring all necessary steps were taken in seeing their plans fulfilled.

Alastor anticipated Lucifer’s response to his antics; though he found the reference to his tentacles being served up on a platter rather risky…If Lucifer supposedly did not know who Alastor was; how did he know he possessed them? Still; the analogy went over everyone’s heads and Alastor proceeded to dig deeper into the tumultuous relationship that was his with Charlie.

Things nearly got out of hand when Lucifer dared to touch him; clenching Alastor’s suit jacket as he was yelling:

“Oh, you tacky piece of-“

If not for Mimzy…who knew what may have transpired next.

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Chapter 3

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hezuart · 5 months

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Ignoring everything about Helluva and Hazbin. Who would you say is your favorite character in both and what character are you most excited to see in Hazbin? For me my favorite characters are Blitz and Angel Dust, but I’m most excited to see Husk and what his deal is.

Before my disappointment in both series these two were my favs: Alastor. I liked that he seemed like a classic serial killer in some ways. He was charming and nice, but cruel and sadistic beneath the surface. It was sort of inferred he preyed on the innocent and tore to bigger bads to shreds. But part of him also was just some old fashioned guy into fashionable parties, old radio technology, and is an aro/ace rep. It left things open for interpretation. Maybe he just wanted to join Charlie to laugh at other people's failures. But also maybe he wants to protect a fresh talent; help Charlie realize her true potential and give into her demonhood instead of denying it. Maybe he sought validation for his misdeeds- that turning back was never an option despite perhaps secret regrets within. Maybe he wanted to interrupt the status quo, he knew Charlie was going to stir up chaos, everyone was already talking about her, she is a HUGE news sensation regardless of positive or negative, and that would be good for his radio business since he is in a big rivalry with Vox, the TV overlord. But also, perhaps, he was manipulating Charlie because he had a secret bigger goal, maybe trying to get to Lucifer or the throne. Maybe he's just securing more power for himself by associating with the King of Hell's daughter. There was just a lot of potential to his character.

~ As for Helluva, I think Stolas was my favorite. He was a posh, manipulative, selfish high-class demon with connections who cheated on his wife and kinda left his daughter (who he once cared deeply for) for some low-class asshole imp. The entire operation is an illegal power trade for sex. He's not only destroying his reputation amongst Hell, but he could also get all of Hell into trouble because IMP's carelessness- the video evidence of demons being real... he's violated the statute of secrecy and can have everything taken from him potentially. It's such high risk for little reward. Makes you wonder if he just got bored with his life, or was unhappy in his marriage but didn't feel like it was socially acceptable to divorce his wife and leave his kid. Just feels like whatever the case, it was a thrill for him. He hires Blitz as his "knight in shining armor" to "protect him" when he is literally a powerful demon that is so uninterested and unworried about demons attempting to kill him. It's all a fantasy. It's all fake. He never needed Blitz's protection (when he wants it anyway)

Until he started catching feelings over his fantasy Blitz, so he started asking him on dates only to get shut down. When Blitz finally asks him... he's ecstatic, only to realize they don't actually have any chemistry with each other. That Blitz actually only used him and didn't actually wanna go on a date with him. And then, Stolas finally realized he doesn't actually know who Blitz is outside of his current status as an assassin. The relationship is taboo and Blitz doesn't even seem to want him. Stolas realizes he gave up the life he had (a bad and boring one maybe) for a fantasy (not real) He's ruined everything. He isn't even aware that his wife is trying to get him assassinated. He isn't self-aware of his disrespectful manipulative classism that upsets Blitz so much. ("impish little plaything" / "Little ones") He isn't aware how much he's hurt his daughter and how much she blames him for everything since he would and has chosen Blitz over her. He isn't even aware that Blitz has legitimately protected him and has his own personal baggage with relationships that holds him back. The potential to see a prince and a pauper on-screen develop respect, go from fake one night stands to potential actual lovers... there's so much you can do with this.

Stolas was a pompous prince dethroned and turned humble by his misdeeds and mistakes. Unrewarded in his arc for change. Set up for destruction, set up for failure. He's a tragic character. The chaos his arc creates is so boundless and entertaining.

The potential behind these two, the initial set ups... who they are... what they could be... I loved it.

#im prepared for disappointment but #i love the perspectives i have of them #theres a lot of layers and potential and arcs #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #alastor #stolas

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Power

Alastor X Powerful Reader

Part 3

Part 2

Warning! ⚠

⚠ blood/gore, murder, boundaries are ignored and the reader eats a heart ⚠

Both of you continued to run around each other. The shadows still followed you and he didn't get your name. It went on for a while.

Alastor was starting to get a little tired of it though, he wanted a name!

And a name he'll get.

With pulling a few strings, and getting a few demons who owed him favors, the plan was set! You'd surely give him your name after and he'd get to see your full potential.

Nothing could go wrong!

Except everything went wrong.

He did get one thing, and that was seeing some of your power. Some.

He stood frozen in awe (and fear).

The beasts you commanded tore through sinners, ripping them into shreds. Blood and guts covering the ground beneath you, along with yourself.

Not that you cared, no.

In fact, you were laughing at the chaos around you.

Oh. What caused this?

A few of the demons that owed Alastor had tried to do the unthinkable and completely disrespected you.

That's not something you're ok with, noted.

Just like before, the radio demon watched as you moved gracefully. Like a skilled predator hunting and toying with its prey. Everyone would know not to think little of you and you'd make sure of it.

You were livid.

Some demons had the gall to try to disrespect you, trying to touch you, trying to defile you.

Oh no, no, no, no...

You had to teach them. Teach ALL of them that what you were was above whatever stupid sin got them stuck in Hell.

After all, you were one of the most oldest surviving sinners in Hell from the middle ages. One who worshipped the Old Gods before the current became forced into most cultures.

Buildings were in flames and collapsing, beautiful screams were heard, and finally-! Finally, you held the motionless heart of the demon who started all of this.

"Hmm~hm.", you hum a tune, examining the organ, deciding to bite the left side first.

Sinking your teeth into the muscle of it and tearing off the bottom left ventricle. Blood splattering on your face and covering most of your mouth, dripping off your chin.

This reminded you how your earlier years in Hell were like.

It was nice to reminisce the old days when you were an Overlord, taking territory and picking off the others one by one. However, it got boring quickly and you just gave most of it away to a friend with one condition.

Keep the land thriving.

It's a pity they died, the territory was left to rot and was soon taken over by someone else.

Calling one of the large cat like creatures over, the beast lied down in the area with the least amount of blood and you climbed on it to get comfortable as well. Resting on the fluffy being, you leaned back and took another bite of the heart, watching the block and surrounding areas fall apart.

Bodies covering the road, a few still alive and being chased down by the other beasts that you conjured.

"Well, that was marvelous!"

You snapped your head to the side, seeing Alastor.

A feeling in your gut told you that he was the main source of this whole mess.

"What do you want Radio Demon.", you ate another piece of the heart.

"Just came by after hearing the wonderful sounds of agony! Had to see what was going on and I couldn't be more happy with the sight that blessed my eyes.", he said with an innocent smile, which clearly held smugness and mischief.

"You've seen the show and now its over. Leave.", you say and turn away from him.

He didn't take the hint. If you could even call it that with how simply you said that you wanted him gone.

"Oh but darling, I was wondering if you would be so kind to give me your name! I'd be very happy with just that!", he began to walk towards you.

In less than a second you had a hand around his neck, slamming the red dressed demon into the wall of a nearby building. Static filled the air and Alastor looked at you with black eyes, growling.

"The start of the game was fun but after this stunt?", you said and leaned in close. "I'm not playing anymore.", you whispered.

Letting go, you walk backwards and smile. "I'll let you go with this warning. It's the last one you'll ever get.", you say and turn around, walking further away.

Before he could move, you turn around again.

"Oh, and I hope you like that little mark I gave you~"

With that, you disappear into the shadows.

Mark?

After getting to his humble abode, he checked the mirror and saw what you meant by mark. There was a bloody heart that you painted on his throat, one he doesn't remember feeling done.

It would not come off.

"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss~"

Me listening to a cute love song while typing out a bloody scene.

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

Power ChL🍷 | ML for Alastor🎙

#powerful reader #x reader #gn reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #fanfic #oop they mad #they ain't playing no more #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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nightshadewritesstuff · 18 days

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'My slice of heaven'

Lucifer x Victoria Baudelaire (my OC)

Do not copy or steal, likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Length: 970 words.

Tooth rotting fluff

Trigger warnings : none ( I think)

The bell above the door of Rosie's emporium rings as someone walks in, I hear Rosie greet them as she normally does with every client that comes in, whether they are for me or her .

The doorbell to my office and design room rings multiple times, pressing the button as much as they can.

“IM COMING,FUCK.” I yell towards the doors. Rising from my seat at the sewing table and walk to the double doors, opening them to see none other than Lucifer, my beloved boyfriend, waiting with his coat in his hands and a sheepish smile on his lips. I quickly welcome him in and flip the sign to ‘with a client’ from the original ‘open’ side. Lucifer sits in the chair near my seat at the sewing machine.

“ What happened this time?” I ask with a quirked eyebrow and my arms crossed across my chest.

“ No hello, or a kiss?” Lucifer laughs out , tattered coat resting in his lap.

“ Your coat is basically in shreds, I'm very happy to see you but I need to fix that coat. No king should wear a ragged and torn jacket.” I sigh as I sit in front of the sewing machine, mentally preparing for the newest tale this coat has gone through.

“Well, um, I may have gotten into a fight with Alastor.” Lucifer blushes in embarrassment and rubs the back of his neck.

“You have got to be joking with me, darling.” I look about as annoyed as I feel, my tendency to not control my face showing clear as could be. The amount of times Lucifer has needed a new coat because of alastor feels like a billion times. I reach my hand out for Lucifer to put the tattered coat, hoping I can just fix it instead of having to completely remake it, not that I mind because I get more time with Lucifer but because the coat takes a while to make. Lucifer eventually hands me the coat with a sigh.

“ Oh my heavens, Lucifer.” The coat is barely held together, literally hanging in by a thread. Lucifer doesn't say any but gets up to the measuring platform. He knows this process very well, considering I make a good amount of his custom clothes. I look at the shreds of fabric in my hands before grabbing my measuring tape and notepad.

It takes around an hour to get all of the measurements done, after Lucifer requested I add a new shirt to the order. Once I have the order and measurements written down, I walk into my room of fabrics and grab the white and red I normally use. Walking back in with the fabrics , I sit in front of the sewing machine and start cutting the fabric to the measurements, sitting in comfortable silence with Lucifer watching every move.

Hours pass as I carefully craft a new shirt and coat for Lucifer, occasionally talking about his recent work and the things that have him so busy. By the time I finish, it's dark outside and past 7 pm, passed my work hours and when Lucifer would typically go home. It's not odd for us to get lost in conversation and the comforting presence of each other, but never for this long.

“Well, it's Done, But it's also 7 pm and my hands hurt.” I laugh as I finish the sentence , looking to Lucifer as he stretches from sitting for so long. I start folding the clothes and putting them in a bag with the order form as usual, while Lucifer continues to stare silently, with a soft ,sweet smile on his face.

“Whatchu staring at,love?” I hand the bag to Lucifer when he laughs and blushes because he was caught staring.

“ Just one of the prettiest seamstresses I've ever seen.” Lucifer takes the bag while he says that, holding my stare with a gentle look in his eyes .I giggle as I lean down to kiss him, bent at the waist almost 90 degrees because of the height difference between us. When the kiss breaks, I grab my purse and walk to the door.

“You going to walk me home?” I tease while Lucifer and I exit Rosie's emporium and my office. “ Sure, darling, why not.”

Lucifer walks me all the way back to the hotel, despite the occasional stares. When we finally make it to the hotel, I kiss him goodbye watch as he disappears in front of my eyes. I say my hellos and goodnights to the hotel members, as well as explain why I was late, until I finally make it to my room, where I lay down, simply thinking about everything. Lucifer and Charlie are the family I never got to have, but I'm here now and I'm going to take full advantage of the memories.

I get ready for bed, gently kissing the photo of my mom and dad, who I miss more than anything else in the universe. When I lay down, a portal opens up above my bed, dropping a large duck plushie directly into my face. When I finally find my way out of the massive duck plushie, I see a note with Lucifer’s handwriting on it, simply reading ‘ for you, my love. I'm sorry I've been busy with work and barely have time for us. I hope this will make up for some of the longing. Tell Charlie I said hi , and goodnight my dear. Sincerely, your beloved Lucifer.’ I smile with the note and proceed to place it gently in my nightstand, with all of the other notes Lucifer gives me. When I finally close my eyes, I'm cuddled up to the duck plushie, with my family on my mind, happy and content.

It might be hell, but I've found my own slice of heaven.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin original character #hazbin lucifer x oc #hazbin lucifer x reader #nightshade writes #please like this im brain rotting #please like i need validation

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countlessrealities · 1 month

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@questionablemuses sent: He's just going to flop himself across Alastor's lap purely by coincidence & convenience. "You're my pillow now. Deal with it, cause I'm not moving." ( -shoves a random Vox for Alastor for annoyance- c: )

Alastor visibly startles at the sudden, more than unexpected weight that drops on his legs. The rest of the residents are out, pursuing Charlie's latest activity, so he had decided to take a seat in one of the lounging rooms, alone with a mug of coffee and the daily newspaper. Quiet time is hard to come by these days and, while he thoroughly appreciates the entertainment, at times he still needs his moments of peace and solitude.

Pity that his plans have been ruined before he could even get properly comfortable in his spot.

What the fuck......?

"...Vox?!"

The name leaves his mouth in the same way one would help after they have accidentally stepped on something disgusting, a mixture of stunned horror and rising annoyance.

What in the Seven Rings was that idiot doing at the Hotel? His self-appointed rival is the last person he would expect to see inside those walls, or even anywhere near the building.

Vox should be very much grateful for his shock, because it's the only thing that has kept the Radio Demon from tearing him into shreds the moment their bodies have touched.

"͓̽W͓͓̽̽h͓̽a͓͓̽̽t͓̽ ͓̽d͓͓̽̽o͓̽ ͓̽y͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽u͓̽ ͓̽t͓͓̽̽h͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽k͓̽ ͓̽y͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽u͓̽'͓̽r͓͓̽̽e͓̽ ͓̽d͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽g͓̽, ͓̽o͓͓̽̽l͓͓̽̽d͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽a͓͓̽̽l͓̽ ?" He asks, static already starting to distort his voice.

A clawed hand raises, but Alastor finds himself posing for an additional moment before he can push the other Overlord off. Vox looks...odd. His limbs are a little too relaxed, his screen keeps wobbling lightly from side to side and he can see little glitching spots popping up at random. Not to mention the stupid, half lost look on his face.

Was the brainless bunch of circuits intoxicated? That would explain his boldness. Nonetheless, it doesn't make the whole situation even more unpleasant to deal with.

The static grows louder as shadows pool all around Alastor, shaping into thick, eerie tentacles. They roughly grip at Vox's limbs and middle, carelessly ripping him out of his chosen spot. The other Overlord would find himself on the floor, but not before one of the appendages has smacked him hard across his screen. Not violently enough to break it, but almost.

An obvious warning.

" N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑V̵̧͖͙̲̯̞͇̲͔̤͊̔͌͂͆͑́́̑͒͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅÝ̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏G̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅĄ̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅŖ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑X̶̨̢̗͍̪͚͍̱̭̣̰̳̠͌̓͌̅͆̈́̊̅̓̿͠T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔ W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅḐ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ V̵̧͖͙̲̯̞͇̲͔̤͊̔͌͂͆͑́́̑͒͝O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅI̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔C̴̀͐ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅ M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ B̶̨̛̺̤̱̾̀́̋̔̆̏̎͘͘Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅĄ̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜C̴̀͐ͅĄ̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕. "

#[ ic :: Alastor ]#&& Vox || questionablemuses #[ ic :: crack ]#[ v. I’m here for the entertainment! ; main verse :: Alastor ]#questionablemuses #[[ ...is it crack??? ]]#[[ I don't know it's surreal AF xD ]]#[[ since it's almost unreadable the last piece of dialogue says ]]#[[ 'never try this again or next time I'll shatter your soul and add your voice to my broadcast' ]]#[[ Al's NOT amused (no surprise) ]]#[[ also I'm just gonna go with the assumption that Vox is drunk or smth ]]#[[ 'cause that level of lack of self-preservation? YIKES ]]#[[ tho I'm not sure that handling it like THAT was the wisest choice xD ]]#[[ in any case I'm C R Y I N G 🤣 ]]

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"My dear, if you'll pardon the condescension," Alastor drawled, halting for a moment for the illusion of hesitance over his words more so than for any real concern for hurt feelings. He was routinely condescending. It was his right as the clearly superior being. Recognizing this and having a robust enough ego not to be unduly put off by being looked down on (either that or possessing a combination of enough moxie and power to make him reconsider his opinion) was a vital aspect to remaining within the radio demon's circle of people he tolerated if you found yourself lucky enough to gain access to it in the first place. "You do know the nature of a radio performance means I will not be seen, yes?"

He was as fond of a well-made suit as the next demon (more fond, even, since so many had lost appreciation for fine tailoring and dressing for occasion in the past decades), but he hardly thought interrupting Vox's evening broadcast with one of his own warranted a new outfit. "If our flat-headed friend has put cameras in my recording booth again, I'll see them fry more quickly than..." That time he did truly flounder for a moment, trying to recall the name of that desperate little would-be-overload that kept attacking their tower. Alas no name came to him. Alastor could only vaguely recall hissing and a rather ugly top hat. "...One of that unfortunate snake's henchmen on a sidewalk."

"Offense taken. Fuck you, you desiccated old fossil," Velvette snapped back cheerfully, herding Alastor toward the raised platform surrounded by mirrors she usually posed her models on. There was a bounce in her step at the prospect of getting to play with and pose her most prickly colleague. She hovered a breath away from grabbing his arm and manhandling him into place. "May I?"

"Do what you need to in order to adjust the fit, yes. Anything else...you know the answer hasn't changed." Alastor did so love to...what was the phrase he'd heard from the fashionista herself? Clapback? No, that didn't seem like the right context. He liked being the one to present the punchline and the final word.

"Don't flatter yourself." Velvette snorted." I'm not nearly as desperate as Vox...or Val for that matter."

If he was inclined to be a bit more fair, or, conversely, terribly unfair to his oldest partner, Alastor could have pointed out that, succubus inspired feral states notwithstanding, Vox mostly sought other types of intimacy from him, vulnerabilities he was almost as unequipped to give wholeheartedly, chasing the insular closeness of their early years and some of the words Alastor used to say and try very hard to mean in the way Vox had wished him to before he'd decided to embrace that he was as broken in death as he had been in life (He had been convinced not to call himself broken out loud, as it was apparently upsetting for people who cared about him, though he didn't care nearly as much himself. What did the term matter as long as he was at peace with himself?) and Valentino had come along to alleviate some of the pressure.

Valentino was a different story.

"Speaking of Val.Did you get the flowers?" Velvette asked. Measuring tape snapped. She had taken Alastor's measurements in the past and her magic had a pretty solid lock on his frame, but she knew Alastor appreciated proper procedure. It was why she showed him swatches and let him have a say in picking out his own fabrics before calling clothes into being.

"Lovely as usual, and absolutely dripping with his pheromones," Alastor resigned himself to give her the gossip she was seeking.

"As usual," Velvette scoffed again, and retreated for a moment to quickly sketch a drawing to show Alastor so there were no surprises.

"A strange sort of apology, considering what it was for. Ruined the natural scent. Waste of whatever favor he called in to get roses fresh from the living world."

"So, what did you do? Shred them, shred him, then stuff the petals in the wounds?" Velvette's eyes were trained on her notebook, but she never let it be said that she couldn't multi-task.

"Darling, do you think I want to be predictable? That's what I did last time. I cleaned them--carefully--and divided them between my girls." Alastor's smile turned a bit soft around the edges, affectionate, as he recalled Mimzy's pantomimed swooning fit and Rosie's particular amusement at the tired pun of 'roses for a Rose' that she hadn't had an occasion to hear in decades. Both had called him things like charmer and heartbreaker, only meaning the latter as much as would make his grin easy to maintain. Nifty had squealed and asked how he’d known that her next roach production was King Lear and she’d need rose petals for crafting properly regal costuming.

A feral edge slid back into his grin as he turned the topic back to the moth overlord. "I'll thank 'Tino later, when he least expects it."

"Am I not one of your girls?" Velvette was just on the wrong side of coy in the tone of her curiosity to spark any true worry for hurt feelings.

"The girl who matters most," Alastor appealed to ego smoothly enough that the claim settled in like a lie, bare and obvious, platitude nearing the territory of blatant mockery. All the better to obscure whether it came closer to truth than Alastor felt comfortable making known. It was easier to make grand statements about Mimzy and Rosie, those who he saw more infrequently and weren't often directly involved in his battles or business or settled in his territory, who were clearly delineated as asking for favors and accruing debt when he helped them (whether he ever intended to collect or not).

"Save the hot air for when Vox gets pissy you're cutting into his air time, Al." Velvette clearly understood and radiated smug happiness, but neither of them would call attention to it. "Why did you pick tonight anyway? Programming's already catered to you. Black and white night. We're showing that remake of Casablanca Val shot with Angie and Husk. His one legit film. You know, until the end scene where they bang on the hood of the plane after throwing the husband into the propeller, but that was on Angel Dust for forgetting the script. Nobody knows how that movie goes except for ‘play it again’ and ‘here’s looking at you, kid,’ anyway.”

Least of all Alastor. He refrained from pointing out yet again that he'd died long before Casablanca had come to the movie houses. Velvette had mocked him terribly when he'd admitted he liked some earthly modern music created long after his death and then made her listen to The Andrews Sisters' "I Didn't Know the Gun was Loaded." It had been no worse than her usual jibes, objectively, but there was a sting involved in being reminded that he was indeed older than she could even comprehend.

"It feels like a night for it." He couldn't explain his moods.

Velvette appeared to accept that answer, not pressing further, but showing him her sketches. A suit, first with jacket on and closed, and then shown without the jacket, highlighting a vest with notched lapels and front cut low enough to show off the tie well. The tailoring was tight across his chest and around his waist, but the pants had wider legs. The pinstripes were a touch too wide for his taste, more stripe than pin, but Alastor could hold off arguing the point until he saw it in reality and assessed whether they were truly as tacky as they looked on paper.

"You aren't going to take the opportunity to try and goad me into something more daring?" Alastor asked as a way of expressing his approval. It hadn't been so long that either of them had forgotten the skinny jeans incident.

"A classic suit never goes out of style, and I already had my win when I convinced you to get rid of that fuckass bob of yours for good. A public service is what that was. Besides, I let Vox keep his fugly, Leave it to Beaver dad sweater vests when he wants to wear them, so you aren't the most embarrassing oldster ruining our image."

"Our image, is it?" Alastor questioned. He pitied them all, having to account for one another, but he didn't disagree.

"You've been skipping too many of Vox's morning meetings. We are members of the AV Club first and individual overlords outside of the alliance second. We are all faces of Voxtech, even the ones who don't show up on video."

"My public service. This face would bring down our reputation in one shot." Alastor inclined his head and pressed a hand to his chest.

"Stop fishing for compliments. I already have to set an alarm in my phone to remind Val he's pretty every day or risk a meltdown. Don't make me do it for you too." Velvette held up a scarlet and a maroon swatch, and waved them in front of Alastor's face . She knew he didn't have much range.

He indicated the scarlet. "It's not false modesty. I know we can't all be as adorable as you."

"That's true." Velvette did not even try to suppress a glowing look, preening under the praise. She snapped three times in quick succession until she was happy with her creation. A fourth snap had a heart shaped tie pin affixing itself to the black tie that had wound itself around Alastor's neck and tucked itself into the conjured vest.

The pin was hardly something Alastor would pick for himself, but the little red heart was also what kept him from commenting on the stripes Velvette had insisted on recreating from her drawing--tacky, yes, but tacky in the same way Velvette's favorite shirt and the adorned fluff that lined the top of Valentino's wings were.

"Another revelatory new piece from Velvette," Alastor declared, regarding the mirror and watching the steady image blink back at him.

"Hold still. You're not done yet. I'm going to get rid of that monocle for you, and you aren't going to summon it back or buy a new one in a day or two this time around. That thing was grandpa shit when you were still breathing."

"Is that so?" Alastor challenged. "Are you quite sure?"

As sure as she was about Casablanca being one of his favorite movies, surely.

"Collier declared in 1933 that a monocle in one eye was strictly the old ackamarackuss. Don't test me on popular style, Bambi Boo."

"Ackamarackuss?" Alastor questioned, voice reverberating and distorting in surprise as if he were the one that should be unfamiliar with the word.

"Bitch, please. Count on me to always know the best slang," Her chin lifted, expression smug once more.

"It's worse than when Valentino was convinced that if he renamed one of his clubs to The Juke, I would feel more comfortable," Alastor bid her not to try so hard.

"Oh, come on, how else can I pay you back for the absolute euphoria I felt when you walked up to that wrinkly old ballet slipper, Camila, at the last overlord meeting and told her," Velvette slipped into an imitation of Alastor's carefully crafted transatlantic accent, "My dear, don't hate us because you ain't us?" She lapsed back into her normal cadence. "That was top tier shit, right there. I'll never forget her face."

#alastor #velvette #wip wednesday #haven't done this in a long time and i wanted to #the vees #av club au #alastor hazbin hotel #velvette hazbin hotel #fanfiction

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venisontransmission · 3 months

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💀 ?

Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.

He was off today. Not that anyone, save for a small few, could tell what was an 'off day' for The Radio Demon.

He's still polite- ever the gentleman with his eternal grin of ferocious teeth and cheery tone. He helps Niftty with the cooking, Charlie with the paperwork, and even shares a laugh with Vaggie over Angel Dust's misfortunes as the spider bemoans the sight of his shoes still covered in exterminator blood.

If there's anything wrong with Alastor, it's not something any other resident of the hotel can pick up on. But of course, the bartender must sense when something is wrong- cliche as it is, like a sort of sixth sense. Alastor is nowhere to be found that evening. The way the sun sets in Hell- behind blood-red clouds creates a morose red glow that blankets the Pride Ring. A witching hour of sorts, as demons who value their lives flee the streets to safer structures. Almost anything is safer than the Ring at this time of night - when predators roam the streets. Alastor is a predator. Though his shape has changed, his mindset is the same. Like all predators, he desires power. Power over himself, power over his prey, power from fellow predators. When you look a deer in the eyes, just before steadying the barrel of a shotgun, you can see it- it wishes it was a predator. Had it done more, it wouldn't be in this situation. And while deer are stupid creatures bound by nature's laws- humans are not. Momentarily, Alastor wonders if he was ever prey. Plunging his claws deep into the hot and twisting muscle and sinew, his fingers catch the second rib. Pupils blown wide, he takes in deep and eager breaths, his free hand punctures the soft flesh of the neck. Beneath his hands the carotid artery snaps to grasp more easily at the collarbone. What was he thinking about again? Adrenaline in his veins, Alastor needs only to pull briefly to attain his goal, but he'd rather draw it out. The sound of something wet being torn in two is deafening in the small alleyway- carnage spills around him at all sides. Blood and gore drip from his chin - a predator's smile - as he tears his prize free. In the cool alley, the bisected body steams with excess heat. While the outer extremities are cold, the core is still warm and filled with blood. He takes a bite from it- the heart is only the size of a softball in his hands. Alastor's sharp maw crushes and shreds like a bad butcher knife, tearing off a chunk to savor and swallow down with a pleased hum. Completely engrossed in the body below, his usually sharp ears are deaf to any intruders. The static is gone. He feels so very alive. He's always preferred his meals warm.

#gamblost #♛ ;; on air || ic #♛ ;; feedback || answered #//UM... i didn't mean to let him go off like that #//but uh... here we are!#tw blood #tw gore #tw cannibalism

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anatomical-puppet · 3 years

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Alrighty, gang, who's ready for me to rant for way too long about the Leira angst arc that I accidentally thought up while listening to my Lance playlist?? Just a warning, this is not going to be very sophisticated, writing-wise. Just trying to get my thoughts out lol

Sososo. Eira and Lance have a pretty standard nemesis-type relationship for a while. Lance is very flirty and teasing when he fights, Eira is mostly quiet when he's not scoffing or calling him immature, pretty standard headcanon for the two of them lol.

Eventually, one way or another, some not-so-smart decisions get made and the two of them end up doing an Enemies With Benefits sort of thing for a while. It's very casual and they try to keep it quiet because they'd both be in pretty hot water if anyone found out.

Inevitably, though, Heartless and Co. find out and are rightfully confused and a bit pissed. Like... my guy. You cannot be boning the enemy. You could've put us in danger, or worse, gotten yourself killed. Dude.

Eira feels like shit because lying to your friends generally makes you feel pretty shit, and ends up ghosting Lance entirely. Doesn't talk to him, doesn't try to initiate anything, fully pretends that he doesn't exist.

Problem with that is, Lance managed to accidentally catch some very intense feelings and had been spending the weeks before Eira cut him out trying to psyche himself up to ask Eira if he wanted to try to get more serious. He wasn't 100% aware of it, but he genuinely fell in love with Eira and would have been willing to change so much of his life if it meant that the two of them could go steady.

And then Eira completely ditched him without even saying why.

Lance is fucking heartbroken. The rest of The Jury is really confused, not understanding why, for the first time, Lance turns down an offer to come along on a fight against Heartless and Co. He's mopey and uncharacteristically quiet; the only person he really talks to is Bandy, and even then, his words are clipped and he keeps their conversations short.

The next time he sees Eira is a few weeks later when he finally feels up to fighting again. Seeing him for the first time, he's not sure whether he wants to cry or just completely rip him to shreds for abandoning him. He ends up going on a long, rambling tirade about how much it hurt, calling Eira cold, cruel, self-absorbed, etc etc. He manages to keep himself from crying, but can't keep himself from going full feral and attacking Eira with everything he has.

He could easily kill Eira then and there, he has a distinct upper hand- has the full armor on, completely enraged, and got the advantage of catching him off-guard- but he holds himself back. He doesn't have it in him.

Part of Lance desperately wants to kill Eira for hurting him, but the other part knows that killing him would only hurt even more. So he lets him go. Lets Bandy take him back home.

Alastor ends up confronting him about it later, asking why the hell he let Eira go when it would've been so easy to eliminate him.

But he had to let Eira go.

#u ever just come up with a headcanon that hurts you So Fucking Much #heartless #abd illustrates #lance lothaire #eira hale #eira x lance #leira #heartless headcanons #tw cursing #tw death mention

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