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lady-oceana9518 · 4 years

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Spa Day (A Charlastor Fic)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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devintrinidad · 4 years

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Charlastor Week #5: Date

“Why, pray tell, are we here again?” Alastor fingered his binoculars as he gazed at the scene below them. On his face, his usual smile was pinched and wavered so slightly when he caught a glance of something that he would rather not look at. “From what I can see, our presence is not needed.”

“Because,” Charlie stressed as she, too, adjusted the binoculars that rested on her eyes. “We need to make sure that Angel Dust is okay.”

Alastor sighed and set his binoculars to rest on his chest, the straps of the binocular allowing him to do so. He tapped Charlie lightly on the shoulder, careful to not allow his claws to accidentally dig into her clothing.

“I may not be the most knowledgeable concerning…. whatever this is, but I assume our neighborhood spider knows what he’s doing. After all, doesn’t he do this for a living?” He gestured towards the aforementioned spider demon who, if one were to look closely, was smiling contently in the presence of another. “I know that you’re worried about your first patient, but isn’t this an invasion of privacy?”

Charlie fumbled for words as she tried to justify what she was doing. On one hand, she truly cared for Angel. She loved him like a brother and she knew that he felt the same for her. It had taken a while, a few years in fact, but Angel went from outright sabotaging gangster to a harmless, annoying prankster. His tendencies for evil were curbed and he was, for the lack of a better word, almost angelic. Perhaps this year, he would be eligible for an appointment from a few angels from Heaven. Of course, it would be a slow process, but Charlie knew that he had it in him. As for this current situation, well…

Could you blame Charlie for being so careful? She didn’t want Angel to be corrupted by the common sinner or worse, she didn’t want him to get his heart broken after months of therapy about his self-esteem and purpose in life.

Therefore, it was up to Charlie and whoever was willing to help her, to make sure that Angels’ progress was heavily monitored.

In this case, they were monitoring Angel’s date with a newbie who had fallen into Hell only a few weeks ago.

“Come on, Al! I thought you were all for entertainment no matter how unethical it may seem.”

“That, my dear, applies to murder, cannibalism, and general discontent. This,” he grandly gestured to the scene below, “is trivial, and frankly, disturbing.” His eyes widened in disbelief as he adjusted the clarity of the binoculars’ lenses. “What are they doing with their mouths?”

Charlie gasped and did the same. “Oh my gosh!!!” She squealed with happiness. “They’re kissing and they look so happy together and—“

Alastor clapped a hand over her mouth, which caused Charlie to look up at him in question.

“Careful, dearest. Do you really want all of Pentagram City to know that you’re stalking one of your patients? I may not care about the hotel’s main theme, but it would hinder our business.”

“Ugggghhhh, fine, “ she answered, though her voice was heavily muffled by the hand that was held over her mouth. She pushed Alastor’s hand away from her own before magicking her binoculars into a pocket dimension for safe keeping. “Since it appears our presence isn’t needed, what do you want to do?”

“The Princess of Hell in want of something to do, with me, the infamous Radio Demon? Why—“ He placed a clawed hand over his heart, a mocking look on his face. “—I haven’t felt like swooning ever since my mother last pinched my cheeks!”

“Har de har har.” Without warning, Charlie took hold of Alastor’s elbow and steadily guided him in the opposite direction of Angel’s date. All the while, she ignored how Alastor’s radio static gradually began to feel less like a radio tuning into different channels and more like a satanic ritual gone wrong.

There was a lot of screaming and moaning of the damned.

“Lighten up, Alastor!” Charlie tugged him even closer as their footsteps went from a casual stroll to outright running. “This is gonna be fun!”

Alastor’s smile tightened in annoyance.

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“When I said that entertainment applied only to murder, cannibalism, and general discontentment, I didn’t mean that the general discontentment should apply to me.”

“I don’t know… I feel like this is plenty entertaining.”

“My dear, I’ve lured hordes of demons into the pitch darkness of insanity just by hearing my broadcasts. Don’t assume that you are the sole exception.”

Much to his dismay, instead of the fear that Alastor craved, Charlie merely nodded at his little spiel and politely—politely!—booped him on the nose.

Twice.

Charlie and Alastor were seated at a small cafe that Vaggie and Charlie used to frequent before life at the hotel became too hectic. Inside, there were demons that were punished for lower level sins: theft, suicide, being a disturbance to the rest of society, etc. The patrons were often undisturbed and polite, at least when compared to the rest of the denizens of Hell. In fact, when the hotel had first opened, most of those who had frequented this establishment had actually gave a thought into joining the redemption business. Not all were redeemed, however, but everyone was in a work in progress.

As it were, Charlie was entranced by the newer additions on the menu while Alastor was nursing a mug of black coffee. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his feet tapped nonsensically on the hardwood flooring, and his smile was strained at best.

“I feel like I want to order,” Charlie announced as she snapped the menu shut. She assessed Alastor’s position and the fact that his menu was busy acting like a coaster for his coffee. Like always, his eyes were trained on hers—creepy, but not as much as when they had first met. “What say you, Al?”

He gave a long suffering sigh before gesturing towards the soup section on his menu. “Probably not the most palatable of choices, but it will have to do.”

“Food snob,” Charlie lightly teased. “You won’t like it until you try it.”

He arched an eyebrow, his foot ceasing its tapping. “Does that apply to this situation?”

“Kind of? Look, it’s been a while since we’ve had some downtime without business hanging over our heads. Why not just have some fun for a couple hours before we start filing our taxes and whatnot.” Charlie stirred in some sugar into her tea and inhaled the inviting aroma. “I mean, if Angel can go on a date, then why not us?”

Alastor’s radio static, which had been a low murmur for the majority of time they had been staying at the cafe—at Charlie’s request, of course—suddenly stopped. The dead silence, which had been foreign to Charlie ever since the Radio Demon had shown up at her door, had most of the patrons that were brave enough to withstand the Radio Demon’s presence running. However, Charlie had been more than acquainted with Alastor at this point—at this point, they could be considered friends—and she simply took another calming sip of her tea. Gone were the days where she felt socially awkward and shy around her dear friend. A perturbed Alastor was still an Alastor that didn’t have the means to hurt her. She was too powerful for that, anyway.

Besides, Alastor looked like he had sucked on the world’s sourest lemon than angry.

Which was obviously a big improvement.

“Would you care to repeat that, Charlie?”

“Fine. I’ll rephrase it.” Charlie leaned forward into Alastor space, causing him to jerk backward and away from her. The radio silence continued and Charlie couldn’t help but smirk at Alastor’s… lack of bravado. “You. Me. On a date. Now.”

Alastor blanched at that and for a moment, Charlie almost felt bad.

But this was Hell, she was the Princess of all of Hell, and she would be damned if she didn’t feel a little vindicated for all the times that Alastor had scared her in the past. Revenge was sweet whenever she was serving it.

Soon, the usual radio static resumed, although it sounded like he was flipping through channels before settling on something that sounded like slow jazz.

“Trying to lift the mood?”

“Were you requesting that we go on a date right now or…” Alastor almost sounded embarrassed. He fiddled with the tie that was wound tight against his throat and his ears, cute little things they were, had lain flat against his head. “… are we already on one?”

“Depends. You get to decide. Either way, we are going to enjoy ourselves.” With that note of finality, Charlie turned back to her tea and enjoyed the sweetness that settled gently against her tongue.

Alastor’s ear’s seemed to shudder against his head before he, too, took a sip of his preferred drink.

“A date.” He shook his head at that colloquialism, a disturbed look on his features. “Back in my day, we would call it courting and it was usually the gentleman coaxing the dame and not the other way around.”

Charlie shrugged. “It’s the twenty-first century and counting. You either get with the times or you’ll eventually be left in the dust.” She giggled quietly to herself. In a voice no louder than a mouse’s whisper, she said, “I’m older than you, but you’re acting like an old man.”

Alastor’s ears twitched in irritation. “I heard that, dear.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t. Now, about that date?”

“I should have known that you wouldn’t forget.” Alastor drummed his fingers atop the table. The jazz that was playing in the background seemed to grow little distorted and erratic the faster that Alastor continued his little drumming session until—

“I suppose we might as well make the most of our time spent right in the here and now.” He still looked a little perturbed, but the jazz had returned and the smile that was on his face was one of gentle consideration. He had agreed. “But please, nothing untoward and violating the five—“

“The five foot rule,” Charlie chimed in, looking like she had won a million dollars worth of gold. “Don’t worry, Al! I got your back! It’s not like I would make you do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“This farce of a date says otherwise.” Voice dry, Alastor hummed a few bars of an old musical number he heard when he was a boy and proceeded to stand from his seat. Any demons that had not left the vicinity began to run out the doors or fall unconscious to the ground—staff included. “However, I suppose that I must bend one of my rules just this once.”

A little worried that she may have pushed his buttons a little farther and harder than what was necessary, Charlie also stood up—albeit, a little too hastily so that her seat toppled to the ground.

“Alastor, what are—“

He took both of her hands in his and smiled a smile that was fit for one of the most mischievous imps in all of Hell.

“What is a date without a little entertainment?” He whistled low under his breath and immediately, there was a change in lighting, scenery, and even the table that they had occupied appeared to be heavily laden with food. “Care for a dance, my dear?”

Charlie looked in awe at their arrangements before pulling in Alastor close so that their bodies were flush with each other. She could feel both of their bodies melding into each other as their feet seemed to know what to do.

“It would be my pleasure, Alastor.”

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anarchy-lives-eternal · 4 years

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Charlastor Week Day 2: Human AU!

(This will be the start of a series of continuous one shots following Charlastor Week, all part of the same universe!)

Losing Your Soul (By Accident)

Contains mentions of Blood and Gore

Alastor LaCroix was having a strange night. The scene in front of him was something he never could have expected, and never thought possible. On the ground was the dead body of a corrupt official, bloody and broken. But for Alastor, that wasn’t the odd part.

No, the oddness of the night began with the appearance of a demon. Now, most people would maybe say this should have been expected, What with all the bloody symbols Alastor had carved into the corpse and drawn in blood on the ground, but Alastor didn’t believe in such nonsense. Well, he supposed he might have to now.

You see, Alastor is a killer. A good one at that. He had even gotten into the habit of carving religious symbols into his kills and drawing them around the area in order to throw the police off his trail, not that they were looking too hard. What with the fact that usually his victims were some particularly nasty individuals. He never expected anything to come of it; after all, he hadn’t believed in God or any religion really. His highest power was his craving for the hunt.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on who you talked to, on this night he was proven utterly, completely, wrong.

“Oh! This is so exciting! My very first one! Oh, I can’t wait to tell daddy. He’ll be so proud!”

In front of Alastor stood a woman. But not just any ol’ dame. No, in front of him stood a demoness, her ivory skin off set by onyx lips. She had long, wavy blonde hair parted with large sharp horns protruding from her head, and her eyes were the most unique of all: her sclera were blood red, her irises a poisonous shade of yellow, and her pupils were slit like a fox or snakes.

That’s when she jumped forward, leaning down and getting into Alastor’s face (which was strange in and of itself because Alastor’s impressive height of 6’4” was nothing to sneeze at, and it was a rare occurrence that a man could get in his face, much less a woman).

“You’re absolutely adorable! And positively human! I’ve never seen one before, so I’m very excited!”

Alastor took a large step back, he was not used to people actively getting in his personal space. Is this how others felt when he did it? It didn’t help any that the demon was a good few inches taller than him, “I’m sorry, my dear, there must be a misunderstanding!”

The demoness stayed where she was, but shook her head excitedly, “Oh no! No misunderstanding! You see these symbols here? This is you pledging your undying soul to me! Isn’t that so exciting? I mean, from the looks of it,” she looked down distastefully at Alastors kill, “You’d’ve come to Hell anyways, so really it’s no huge issue! I promise I’ll be a kind master!”

Alastor froze. The word “master” was replaying over and over in his head. What had he done? Was this God laughing in his face for murdering people? What cruel irony had befallen him!

“Anyways! What’s your name? Where am I? You know, I didn’t expect you humans to be this tall! Dad always talks about you like you’re absolutely tiny. Then again, this isn’t as big as I actually get... hmmm.”

Alastor latched onto the only concept he could process at that moment, “Dad?”

“Oh yes! It was rude of me to ask your name without giving mine, wasn’t it?” The demon laughed, embarrassed, “My name is Charlotte Magne, Princess of Hell, Heir to the Fallen’s Throne, but I go by Charlie for short. My dad is Lucifer, King of Hell, ruler of the Fallen’s Kingdom, or as we nicknamed it, Hell. Now, what’s your name?”

Alastor immediately regretted his question. Until a thought occurred to him, “Why, my name is Alastor LaCroix! Say, since I’m supposedly pledged to you, does that mean it’s in your best interest to keep me safe and intact?”

The princess, Charlie, narrowed her eyes, her wide energetic smile shrinking to one of cool calculation, and Alastor almost felt tempted to fidget. Maybe it was just the knowledge of who, and what, she was, but something about Charlie seemed to connect with him on a predatory level: like a lion and a tiger meeting.

“Well, there is no ‘supposedly’ about it, Alastor. But I suppose I can humor you. After all, now that your soul belongs to me, there is no where in the three realms you could run that I could not find you.”

Alastor still maintained his grin, despite his annoyance at the correction, “Well, darling, I don’t know the official rules, but I was hoping to make a deal with you!”

Alastor was praying this worked. He figured that as the daughter of the Devil, she would have a predisposition towards deals. He hoped.

“A deal? With me? You’ve already made one and lost your soul! Daddy really wasn’t kidding when he said humans were stupid little things, was he?”

Alastor felt his eye twitch wildly, “I take personal offense to that.”

Charlie once more stepped forward, leaning into Alastors space with her hands behind her back and a bright smile on her face again, “Fine then, Alastor. What deal do you have for me? If it’s something silly to try and wiggle out of your commitment, I would recommend not bothering. Also, know that if I don’t accept your deal, and counter it, and you decline my counter, I’ll be taking you straight to Hell with me tonight.”

Alastor withheld the urge to swallow, “Well, dear, on that note, I did have a single question to ask before I proposed my deal!”

“Then what is your question?”

He took a steadying breath, “Why, I wanted to know if you were going to kill me, or if I wouldn’t see you you again until I died naturally, of course.”

Charlie hummed thoughtfully, her hand holding her chin, “Well, it would depend entirely on what I feel like doing. I don’t have many friends in Hell, as you could imagine, and having some company would be nice. Then again, forty or fifty years really isn’t that long of a wait.”

Alastor nearly choked at that, ‘not that long of a wait! How old is she?’

“Of course, of course, my dear! However, I do recall you saying that you had never seen a human before. How would you like to meet more?”

Now this piqued Charlie’s interest, and Alastor noticed. His grin widened just a tad.

“What do you mean? Meet more?”

“Yes indeedy! How about this: if you allow me to live, and cut my time that I am pledged to you in half, I will let you stay with me here! On Earth! And you can see the sights, meet the people, really just have a jolly good time!”

Charlie tilted her head, and looked at him oddly for a moment, “You can’t cut eternity in half, Alastor.”

For what felt like the millionth time that night, Alastor froze again, “Eternity?”

“Well yes, Alastor. What did you think these symbols meant? And not only that, but that deal weighs heavily in your favor. Did you really think it’d be that easy to fool me? The daughter of the King of One-sided deals?”

Alastor scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile, not really willing to say ‘yes, I did’.

The princess laughed, brilliant peels of laughter seeming to cascade from her black lips, “You did! Oh, you humans are so cute! Now I believe it’s my turn to counter your deal, yes?”

Charlie grins widely, showing off razor sharp teeth, eyes glowing viciously in the moonless bayou, “I allow you to live out the rest of your fated time here on Earth, and in turn, I am allowed to come topside anytime I so please to... check on you, as my investment. How does that sound?”

Alastor’s grin dimmed a bit, “That deal does not involve any mention of my time being reduced.”

Charlie smiled slyly, “I never said it would.”

Now Alastor has a choice to make: take her deal, and live out his natural life with the guarantee of her being able to do as she pleases, so long as she isn’t the one that kills him; or die and go to Hell with her right now. Regardless of his decision, his soul was owned, and he was going to Hell for all eternity at her side.

“Well, I guess I don’t really have a choice then. I’ll take your offer.”

“Good! I was actually hoping you would!” And then she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. His eyes were open the entire time, so he noticed the burning red light that emitted from them when she did, as well as felt heat surround him. It felt like fire had bloomed all around them.

He reared back quickly, sputtering, “What the devil was that?”

Charlie giggled lightly, finding his flustered state rather endearing, “The deal is struck! Now, did you need any help... cleaning up? I don’t mind helping out, if need be!”

Alastor stared at her with eyes wide as dinner plates, “You would just... help me get away with murder?”

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, her smile dropping for the first time that evening, “Well, I don’t like it, and I find it rather horrid, if I’m entirely honest. But, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Alastor was silent for a few moments, staring in wonder at this demoness, “You’re the princess of Hell, but... you don’t like murder? I was only asking because I thought you’d think it below you. Disliking it though? What wacky nonsense!”

Charlie stiffened, narrowing her eyes at Alastor, and he felt the air around them heat to near unbearable temperatures, “Did you have a problem with it?”

Waving his hands in front of him he quickly corrected himself, “None at all! Just a tad bit surprised, dear.”

Immediately the air cooled down, leaving Alastor to tug a bit at his bow tie.

“So are we done here or do you need to clean up?”

“Ah, I was done anyways, darling.”

“Sweet! Then let’s go! I want to see your world. Ooh, are we in a swamp or something? This is water? It’s so cold!”

Alastor couldn’t help the chuckle as the demoness in front of him ran wildly from one place to another, marveling at all the things she had apparently never seen.

“It’s called a Bayou, around these parts. Yes, that’s water, and it’s not cold, it’s actually quite warm for water. If I may, if you want to come with me to where all the other humans are you’ll have to blend in a little more. Suffice to say, most people aren’t used to seeing demons on the streets, sweetheart!”

“Oh yes! You are right. Well I suppose I could just change quickly!” And then she snapped her fingers and now in front of him stood a woman of average height with Blond hair, pale skin, but not the ivory white it had been, and black eyes, the sclera now a normal human shade of white. She wore a black and pink flapper dress, that Alastor could admit looked rather charming on her, and a pair of low black heels.

Alastor blinked for a moment, “Well that’ll work.”

“Let’s go!” And she grabbed him by the hand, almost literally dragging him towards Lord knows where.

“Do you even know where you’re going?”

“Well, no, but I want to see everything.”

Alastor smiled. He was still peeved that this had happened at all, but at least the gal was rather charming, and had allowed him to live.

Oh, who was he kidding? He was going to do everything he could to get out of this, no matter how adorable the princess of Hell was!

‘Wait... adorable?’

Aaaaaaand Cut scene! Hope you all enjoyed!

#charlastorweek2020 #charlastorweek #holy crap #i had so much fun writing this #big dumbass vibes #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #charlastor #chalastor #charlie x alastor #BOOM

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sirdust · 4 years

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Tbh I will never forgive the Halloween spirit and Christmas spirit from the vivziepop short until they apologize to that turkey they made fun of Also side question what your thoughts on charlastor and do you have any other ships you like?

thanksgiving is the inferior holiday, jangle and jingle were simply asserting their dominance over it

anyways ship thoughts: charlie/alastor is really not my thing but i do like their platonic dynamic and i’m curious as to how it’ll play out in the show. i don’t really have many ships i’m into aside from my blog’s namesake, chaggie, stolitz, and moxxie/millie. i’m more into potential friendships when it comes to this particular cast.

mollybomb is good tho

#anon #asks

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kathyprior4200 · 4 years

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BML Livestream Reaction 6/9/2020

To my lovely H.H. viewers, listeners, readers:

Wow! The livestream today on Ashley's channel was incredible. The fandom raised more than 60,000 dollars for the Black Lives Matter charity. (I was one of the unnoticed ones who donated). I'm just as amazed as the show staff at the sheer generosity and talent of this fandom. There were a lot of hilarious moments and very good improvs as well. (ex. Bosco saying in Alastor's voice: "I'm an unstoppable death machine!" And all the "Oh Ashley," running gags.

Onto theories and clip reveals:

There appear to be at least five episodes for Helluva Boss (maybe) and perhaps for Hazbin Hotel as well. When would episode 12 + come out? 2027? I'll happily wait if I can live and last that long.

The first clip revealed showed Blitzo taking to Loona, him saying "have a treat" and then eating the biscuit. Millie appears to be there with Moxxie, drawing a pentagram symbol on a wall. Perhaps a gateway to the human world?

Blitzo (yells at a shy imp): "You set fire to my fucking office in front of a goddamn client you dipshit, now someone please tell me that hocus pocus book is still intact?"

Loona (holding the Satanic book): "Our only ticket to the living world? Grabbed it."

Blitzo: "That's why you're my favorite, Loony! You get a treat."

Loona: "Ew. Stop."

Blitzo eats a treat with a happy look on his face. An imp in a dress stands in the background. Millie draws a pentagram on the wall.

Blitzo (to Loona) "Oh stop it, I get enough of that from my therapist. Now lets get to it, gang!"

They prepare to enter Earth.

Second clip: We are introduced to Loo-Loo Land, an apple-themed circus/amusement park. Loo-Loo is another term for sh*t or bathrooms, so a fitting name for one in Hell. Loo-Loo is a large creepy apple mascot who appears overly cheerful toward the imps and presumably Octavia, who's not impressed. Stolas then takes Blitzo to the rides. He can be seen in a themed outfit, with an apple on his shirt, sorts, and a balloon in his hand. Lucifer has a bar/land called Loo-Loo Land that the theme park is a bad spinoff of it.

Millie (both wear glasses): (Moxxie) "Come on, it's fun! You've never been here?" Moxxie: "No. Theme parks always disturb me. Especially (shakes) the mascots."

A creepy mascot dressed as a red apple appears behind them. He's a red apple with a missing tooth in a wide grin of teeth and one of the eyes hanging from string.

Loo-Loo (in a southern accent) "Well, hey there!"

Millie and Moxxie scream.

Loo-Loo: "I'm Loo-Loo! Welcome to Loo-Loo land!"

Stolas talks to his daughter Octavia by a dinosaur carousel.

Stolas: "Look, Via, it's Loo-Loo!"

Octavia is not impressed with the childish theme park and the lack of more modern rides and features.

Octavia (British accent): "I have a question."

Loo-Loo: Well ask away, little girlie! (Goofy laugh)"

Octavia: "Is it true that this theme park is really a shameless spin-off of Lucifer's more popular Loo-Loo World?" (Disneyland vs Disneyworld)

Loo-Loo: No."

Octavia: "This place reeks of insecure corporate shame."

Stolas: "Why don't we go check out the rides."

Third clip showed what appears to be a rival company to Immediate Murder Professionals. It's called CHERUB, consisting of flying singing sheep with halos and angel wings. It can be assumed that they come from Heaven. Do they save lives (like the alternate E.L.F. in Heavenuva Boss) or do they grant miracles while scamming people? One things for sure, they are super cute. Hmm...maybe they are part of brainwashed sheep who want to spread Heaven's culture so others can mindlessly follow it? Or maybe just as a way to bring down I.M.P. to prove that they can be the best demon killers around? Blitzo blows up a TV in frustration. Now I.M.P. has to find a way to save their company and stop their rivals.

Based on the song, they save people's lives on Earth! (Guess what Hazbins: I thought of the AU E.L.F. characters before this was cool!)

If there is a rival company in Heaven to I.M.P. in Hell, it can only mean one thing: a (Haven) hotel in Heaven may also exist. (Except it would be used to give angels freedom to cause trouble and sin/to be themselves in defiance to the strict rules.)

The sheep angels save people from a car accident, and lift up a rock from a crushed person. They do the work for free, as one of them denies money. With I.M.P. killing humans and C.H.E.R.U.B. saving people, it brings the world in balance. (Though poor sheep: too many people are dying from Covid 19.) Both of them do their part to influence the living world (strangely enough, the Hazbin Earth humans seem accepting of the random creatures who arrive and then leave.

C.H.E.R.U.B. saves people so they have a chance to go to Heaven. I.M.P. kills people for money so the humans wind up in Hell.

Christ's Heavenly Efficient Revivers Under Bless

Christ's Healing Employees Revive Unlimited Bodies

Creators Host Efficient Revival Under Belief

Creating Happy Earth Routines U Believe

Sheep/faun one female: "Luckily for you..."

Sheep two male: "There is something we can do..."

Both: "We can help you feel alive, so you can save some time!(waste and drive?)" (two sheep stand beside a baby angel and all smile)

"Cause here at C.H.E.R.U.B., we can save your honey butt from dying violently. " C.H.E.R.U.B. (R mark) "We never even ask a fee." "Because good people spread the love, "And we're here for all above. "We do the paperwork for you "And the heavy lifting too." (Female sheep is shown exhausted in a pile of paperwork and later shown lifting a boulder from a man.) Both sheep witness a dying man from a car accident and wipe the scene away. "So sit back and let us bless a soul... for you." (all three sing). "Oh we, are the C.H..."

Blitzo blows up the TV in anger.

Random names: The cherub is Blitzo's opposite, Millie and the female sheep and Moxxie and the male sheep.

Blitzo's name is German for lightning. Moxxie means aggressive energy. Millie means mild strength/industrious

Donner= German for thunder Jalen= peace Ardel = industrious

Theories based on the song: 1. Heaven has animal-like Zoophobia characters like Hell 2. C.H.E.R.U.B. saves lives while I.M.P. kills them, thus keeping the world in balance. 3. The cherub leader would be Blitzo's rival. Male sheep vs Moxxie, female sheep vs Millie 4. If I.M.P. had their way, everyone would be dead. If C.H.E.R.U.B. had their way, the earth would be overpopulated. 5. C.H.E.R.U.B. have access to Heaven and Earth. They probably use the Bible to access the living world. 6. C.H.E.R.U.B. would save anyone, even criminals. 7. C.H.E.R.U.B. might have another Loona counterpart. 8. Could I.M.P. and C.H.E.R.U.B. have access to all three realms?

Clip number four: Blitzo and Stolas talk in bed. Stolas goes under the covers and stares seductively at him. He gets the idea to take Blitzo to a Harvest Festival with him as a bodyguard. Blitzo gets suspicious, claiming he won't go if Stolas uses him for sex and his purposes. Soon, Blitzo decides to come along. Stolas then says "sorry about you leaving behind your clients," while Blitzo retorts "Oh fuck my clients!" Best line. Stolas' wife will not be happy when she hears of Stolas and Blitzo's relationship.

Stolas (smokes a cigarette): " It's shocking to it to be seen, Blitzy. My grimoire is incredibly vital. And it isn't supposed to be let out by little imps like yourself." He puts out his cigarette on Blitzo's horns and pinched his cheek. Blitzo sighs and shoves him off. Both appear to be topless.

Stolas: "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion. It's been my annual duty to celebrate it in the Ring of Wrath. It's a charming little festival with games and music..."

Blitzo: "A wrath ring, huh? My employees are from there. Haven't really been, but it sounds like a place of imprints."

Stolas: "Oh! Why don't you all accompany me to the festival as our special guests?! I'll give you all... (goes under the covers and lies near Blitzo's privates. "...special access." (chuckles)

Blitzo: "Look I told you, we're not bodyguards, alright? It was a one time thing we did and guess what? We did it badly!"

Stolas stands up with the cover over his head.

Stolas: "I'm simply offering a fun work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. I go every year. Nothing has changed."

Blitzo: "Okay, look if you promise this is not some fuck-fest invite... it does sound like it could be fun. Alright, I'll run it by the others. It sounds like we can work without the book anyway."

Stolas: "I do hope to see you there. I'm sorry your clients will have to wait."

Blitzo: (waves his hand) "Oh fuck my clients!"

We are introduced to new characters: Loo-Loo the creepy apple mascot, the shy imp, owl princess Octavia, "Melodia" the queen, the CHERUB sheep and Robo-Fizz, a robotic jester demon colored black, yellow, white, and light pink-red. It can be assumed that he is red and black and dangerous in his true form. Could Hell's circus be one big conspiracy? Anything is possible in the inferno.

Thank you to all who supported Vivzie's charity and those who continue to show their love for the show and concern for what's going on in the world. Protests, Police, Pandemic, Personal Rights. I donated earlier and I do all I can to keep the fandom together, trying to tapper down the "shipping wars." I don't feel like a hero at all, but I feel good that I'm showing support.

My work is unknown in comparison to all the marvelous Charlastor fanfictions out there:

MuseValentine's "Smiling Man" Angelus19's "Taxidermist"

and many more.

Please don't forget to show support to Hazbin Madness and Radio Hazbin on YouTube. Some people may disagree with me on this, but I think those two voice actors and comic dubbers have better potential than Markapiler and JackdaSepticeye. Yes, the latter two may be famous and well-known, but in my opinion, only HalusaTwin and InSaiyans capture the uncasted Lucifer and Lilith so well. A king and queen of the fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVkr2V_Y-sIzBH01AbPcufw

But don't fret. This fandom has given me ideas that keep skyrocketing through my head and into the world. I've made fanfictions since 2014 and have only made more after being exposed to DBZ and H.H. My long projects seem to take months to update but as long as I'm alive, inspired and have free time, I won't cease doing what I love. Indeed, Viv's words inspired me toward the end of the stream. She said to a person who donated a lot and the viewers to share their creativity with the world, as it can inspire others. Vivziepop is a role model for me, as are so many of my friends/content creators (artist Ady Laine, theorist BlueRaven666, musician Ashboyo, my close friend Sumera Paleema (DBZ artist) and many others.

Very soon, I'll be expanding upon my rewrites/remixes of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. Indeed, the future episodes may be closer than we think!

Stay safe out there and treat each other well.

-Kathy Prior 42

#hazbinhotel #helluvaboss #newepisodes #livestream #blacklivesmatter #hunicast #cherub #imp

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ckret2 · 4 years

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So I’ve got a Spotify playlist consisting of the compiled contents of 81 different Alastor-centric playlists, like I just copied the contents of every single playlist I could find with no cultivation, no filtering, and no censoring. The one limitation I put was no duplicates of the same song—although multiple versions of the same song off different albums was allowed.

And since then I’ve been listening to this all-packed-together playlist on shuffle. It’s brought up several comments/questions. Highlights include:

- To every single person that includes a romance song with lines like “baby you’re my angel” or the like: are you a Radiodust shipper actually referring to Angel, or are you a Charlastor shipper referring to Charlie’s “fallen angel” heritage?

- One of you included an entire creepypasta story about the devil talking a man into killing his ex-wife and her lover as part of a 500-step-long plan to conceive the Antichrist and I’m not quite sure why it was on an Alastor playlist but I appreciate the characterization of the devil in it. I guess a creepypasta is kind of a radioplay of sorts? Maybe more Alastor playlists should just have random radioplays mixed in.

- To the person who included half a Kidz Bop album on their Alastor playlist: I’m not judging, I just wanna know why. I want to understand. I really want to understand.

- I respect all you people that included song covers by Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox and I understand where you’re coming from, but like, if you’re not familiar with music genres from before 1990, I suggest you look up which genre a given PMJ cover is trying to emulate, because if you’re stuffing PMJ covers on a playlist specifically to make them “sound like” Alastor’s era or because you’re going for “songs Alastor would like because they sound like what he’s used to,” then a PMJ cover that makes a 1990s song sound like a 1970s song isn’t quite in the right neighborhood.

- There are different philosophies that go into making a character playlist. Some go “the genre has to fit the character’s era and/or personal tastes, whether or not the lyrics do.” Some go “the lyrics have to fit the character, genre be damned.” Some go “these songs were big/popular when I was into this character so that’s what I associated with them.” Some go “these songs are really out there for the canon character but fit my headcanons.” Some people may have totally different criteria I haven’t even thought of! Anyway the point is: when you mix over eighty playlists together, you get every single playlist-making philosophy mixed together, and it’s an exciting experience to listen to.

- And on that note: every single genre on the planet is on this playlist. We’ve got Britney Spears, we’ve got Vocaloid, we’ve got Thomas Sanders (we’ve got a LOT of Thomas Sanders), we’ve got My Chemical Romance, Two Steps from Hell, Barry Manilow, Oingo Boingo, Within Temptation, Madonna, Kesha, Hans Zimmer, ... we’ve got the poppiest pop, emo, metal, electronic, folk, rap, rock, movie soundtracks, TV soundtracks, classical, disco, country, KPop, Carrie Underwood, every single decade for the last 150 years... and I’m deliberately leaving out all the jazz, swing, electroswing, and musicals, because those are a given for Alastor. Obviously those ones dominate the playlist but it’s amazing how much variety there is outside them.

- I’m frankly amazed by how much of this playlist is Thomas Sanders and Bendy and the Ink Machine. Like. It’s a notable quantity.

- That said, actually the playlist doesn’t quite include every single genre. Like, for example: I can tell y’all want to lean into Alastor’s New Orleanian/Louisianan/Creole roots from how many songs I’ve seen that include words like voodoo, Creole, New Orleans, bayou, uhhhh The Princess & the Frog, etc... And yet aside from a few New Orleanian jazz artists so far I have crossed paths with very little Louisianan music compared to, say... Undertale songs. So here. Start with some Cajun, try some Mardi Gras songs, I’m not totally sure how much of this playlist is “actually from Louisiana” and how much is “other people making songs that they think are Louisianan” but try this one anyway, and once you’ve oriented yourself a bit dig in here. I wanna see ten Alastor playlists with one song that includes “Zydeco” in the title or album name, stat. Sure, we know Alastor’s all jazz and swing and musicals, but I sure don’t listen to only three genres, you probably don’t listen to only three genres, and Mr. Radio Guy Whose Public Title Includes The Word “Radio” Who Likes Bursting Spontaneously Into Musical Numbers probably listens to more genres than you and me combined, and those genres probably started with what was local & accessible & common around where he grew up.

- Then again I haven’t listened to this whole playlist yet, sometimes I put it on shuffle and sometimes I put it in alphabetical order to try to slowly work through it from top to bottom (I’ve made it mostly through the C’s) so maybe y’all hid the Cajun & Creole music down in the D’s. But lemme say this: while randomly shuffling through the playlist, I’ve randomly run into multiple Irish drinking songs & shanties, and randomly run into zero zydeco, so like from those of you who follow the “music that sounds like what the character listens to” philosophy of playlist-making, non-jazz Louisianan music could use a lil more representation. If there’s room for twenty-six Billie Eilish songs there’s room for one BeauSoleil song. (I’m partial to “L’ouragon,” but you do you)

- Somewhere in this massive mixed playlist there are three parody medleys of Disney songs rewritten to be like “here are grimdark edgy lyrics about all of the terrible real-world things happening to the cultures depicted in these Disney movies!” and like, okay, I can see why that merits inclusion in an Alastor playlist, his big moment in the pilot was “take an optimistic song worthy of a Disney princess and rewrite it with grimdark edgy lyrics,” but those three songs still annoy the hell out of me because the specific way they frame the concept of their songs is that Disney movies/songs are “full of lies” and these songs reveal the lies. And then it’s things like... “Aladdin got captured and interrogated by the CIA,” which is definitely a thing that happened to a character living in an ambiguous time period that predates the existence of the United States, much less the CIA, much less the CIA’s meddling in the middle east, by several centuries. Disney was definitely lying about the reality of Aladdin’s day-to-day existence by not depicting American imperialism that predates America. Or “the characters in The Princess & the Frog have to deal with the fallout of Hurricane Katrina,” like, yeah, Disney sure is pulling the wool over our eyes by dishonestly denying the devastating consequences the 2005 hurricane had on 1920s New Orleans. Listen the lyrics are clever and all the things they discuss are real salient social issues but it still drives me nuts that the songs are framed like they’re revealing “lies” being told when half of the movies are taking place in (fantasy versions of!) time periods or locations where the issues they’re discussing didn’t apply, if they’d just framed that one line differently— Okay, okay, I’m finished, I’m done, I’ve got it out of my system

- Every single love song makes me go “are you imagining this song with a ship (and if so which ship) or do you just think Alastor would be into this song?” The question goes double for songs from the 20s/30s, because the odds that they added it to their playlist just because they think Alastor would like the song increases.

- On the other hand, if whoever added “A Formidable Marinade” isn’t a Charlastor shipper I will eat my hat. Also nice work on the gory cannibalism sex song.

- Every once in a while I’ll run into a song that makes me go, now how the heck did you end up on an Alastor playlist? Does this song line up with someone’s very specific headcanons and/or fanfic plot? Do they think Alastor would like this song? Did they happen to like the song and like Alastor at the same time and so they associate them with each other? Examples: “I Got You (I Feel Good)”, “iRobot” (is it the emotionlessness of being post-death?? do they headcanon that he’s got radio hardware replacing his guts?? is it a post-breakup ship song??), “Greensleves”, “Barbra Streisand” (the song, not the singer), “Jolene,” “The Last Steampunk Waltz,” “Seven Nights in Eire,” “Cruel Angel’s Thesis,” and the person who included half a Kidz Bop album, please, I just wanna talk—

- Every time I hear a song that includes the words “hell,” “sinner,” “smile,” or “radio,” I go, “Haha. Nice.”

- An incomplete list of songs that amused me for how on point they are: “Hotel California” (how often do you have a fandom where “Hotel California” is actually very blatantly fitting without having to twist through an extended & convoluted metaphorical interpretation?), “The Hunting Song,” “The Axeman’s Jazz,” and “Time Again”

- I sort of hate whoever put “Circus” by Britney Spears in their playlist and made me realize that lyrically it’s a perfect Alastor song because it is.

- *scrolls past six versions of “I’m Always Chasing Rainbows”* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past five versions of “It Don’t Mean A Thing (If It Ain’t Got That Swing)”* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past a song from Bambi* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past five versions of “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile”* Haha. Nice.

- *scrolls past eleven versions of “Sing Sing Sing”* Haha. Nice.

- What’s with those of y’all putting steampunk songs in Alastor playlists? Listen, listen: steampunk vibes are for Sir Pentious. Swing vibes are for Alastor. Don’t cross the streams. Take your steampunk songs and make Sir Pentious playlists with them. He could use more playlists.

- The playlist includes 39 songs that include “smile” somewhere in the title.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #(how do i tag this. meta on meta? fanmix playlists are inherently meta already but like)#meta

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Every Which Way 《Charlastor AU》

Her tongue hung out of her mouth just faintly as she peeled a sticker off the sheet and then pressed it to the card. Charlie brushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes and glowed as she looked over the little stack of handmade cards she’d made; each personalized for each of her friends. She’d spent the past week on them - it wasn’t like she had too much else to do.

Tucked away in her little office, she started to put away the art supplies. Charlie was generally orderly - enough that everything had a spot and she liked to keep it that way. Any writing utensil went in a certain drawer, paper in another. She carefully tucked away the stickers, since she had to hand make those at one point. Hell didn’t really offer a wide variety of stickers and it was really to shame; making stickers took a while.

Charlie flicked through each of the cards with a smile on her face, making sure that Alastor’s was on the top. She’d debated on telling him in private but decided against it - she really wanted it to be over the top and nice for everyone.

Carefully, Charlie placed each card into an envelope and then into a black trash bag that she stored under her desk. It was really the only place she could think of keeping them safe and not in a drawer since the drawers were full any way. If she took the cards home, she knew her nosy husband would probably find a way to open them all and then reseal them without her even finding out about it.

She pushed herself away from the desk and made sure that everything was in order before glancing up at the clock that was on the wall. A small smile came to her face when she realized that it was about time for her to head back to the estate - it was Alastor’s turn to cook and she always loved to see what he could come up with. He liked to remain mindful whenever he cooked for her, since she didn’t really care for meat.

Especially now - even the smell of it made her gag.

She didn’t bother to lock it, the only person who went into her office was Niffty to tidy up anything that she might have left around. She was really grateful for the cyclops demon, she was extraordinarily helpful when it came to cleaning and remodeling the hotel.

As she made sure that she had her bag and her shoes were tied, she waved goodbye to Husk, who was manning the front desk. The feline demon gave her a nod in return and she grinned widely, heading toward the door.

“Charlie, wait!” She turned around, eyes coming to meet that of her best friend. Vaggie had a small smile on her face, coming to a stop right in front of the taller blonde, “We’re planning for the meeting to be on Friday. Does that work for you? And -” Vaggie’s nose crinkled just slightly, “Alastor?”

“Should be!” Charlie chirped, fiddling with the button on her sleeve, “We usually do it Saturdays, don’t we?”

“Yeah, but Angel has something and I have a date with Molly.” Vaggie shrugged, the tops of her cheeks turning a very light pink.

Charlie cooed, reaching out and wrapping her arms around her best friend. After a moment, Vaggie sighed and hugged Charlie back, shaking her head lightly.

“I’m so proud of you, Vags!” Charlie nearly bounced on her heels, squeezing Vaggie one more time before letting her go, “We’ll be here! I’m going to head home, I feel really hungry and I know that Al is cooking tonight. You guys want us to bring some food for the meeting?”

“Nah, Niffty and Angel got it. I think they roped Husk into helping, but you can’t ask me how.” Vaggie gave another smile before waving, “See you then!”

Charlie beamed and waved once more with a happy, ‘See ya!’ before she headed out the door. Razzle and Dazzle already had her car pulled up and she climbed in, setting her bag on the seat beside her and stretching out. She lay a hand on her stomach and stroked it softly, the smile on her face dipping to one that was slightly smaller; more content. With a soft hum, her eyes moved to the window and she nodded, “It’s going to be perfect.”

After a lot of consideration with herself, she decided that perhaps telling Alastor alone would probably suit everyone involved. She didn’t quite know how he would react. Instead of risking it in front of everyone, Charlie took the time on Thursday night to paint a stark white mug that she had picked up at the store at some point during the day. She made sure to keep it pretty simple, swirling just plain black lettering with some red accents. She actually wanted him to be able to use it - not just have it as a decoration.

She made sure to wake up extra early on Friday morning so that she would be able to get his coffee for him and perhaps bring him a little breakfast in bed. When Charlie initially left the bed, Alastor had woken up for a moment but she’d crooned him back to sleep with a scratch to his ear and a soft kiss to his cheek.

Charlie made sure to get the mug down from her office at the estate carefully and held it tightly in two hands. She made him up a quick breakfast of some sausages and eggs, toast and his regular coffee. Into the mug went a pretty strong brew and a spoonful of sugar, stirring it carefully to make sure it was evenly distributed.

Alastor wasn’t too finnicky on food; the Wendigo in him kept that under wraps. He did, however, like his coffee a certain way and a certain strength that Charlie had only just recently gotten under wraps. She was careful about placing the food on the tray, making sure the mug was very carefully placed before making her way up to the bedroom. Charlie tried to keep her footing right on the stairs.

And then she tripped upward, sending the whole tray clattering against the hardwood of the stairs.

She had let go of the tray to catch herself and Charlie watched as the mug hit hard against the stair and shattered to pieces, her heart crumbling alongside it. After making sure that she wasn’t hurt in any way, Charlie shuffled to the kitchen to grab the broom to clean up the mess and start another round of coffee and food for Alastor.

Her lips tugged downward as she cleaned up the spilled coffee with a rag and she carefully picked up the pieces of the mug. Tears prickled at her eyes and Charlie did her best to swallow the lump that was in her throat as she tossed the remnants of the white mug onto the tray and then carried it to the kitchen.

After quickly making another round of breakfast and pouring his coffee, with just the right amount of sugar into another mug that he had, Charlie was hyper weary of the stairs on her way up. She made it without a hitch and that caused her breath to pick up just slightly.

Why couldn’t she have just done it right the first time?

She swallowed hard before making her way into the bedroom, nudging the door open with her hip since she’d left it open just enough for her to do so. She flipped on the lightswitch with her elbow and set the tray down on the bed, crawling up to sit next to Alastor. She leaned over and grabbed onto it, a small smile coming to her face at the peaceful look of Al asleep.

“Hey,” She set the tray down next to her and reached for his face, cupping his cheek in her hands. He woke up, eyes widened, as he wasn’t too used to waking up to her touching him. Alastor usually woke up before she did - this was unusual for him to sleep in so much, “Morning, sleepyhead.”

His voice was rough with sleep and it sent a soft shiver down her spine, “Good morning, darling.”

She sat up after giving him a soft kiss to the forehead, her eyes slowly brightening with excitement, “I made you breakfast!” She turned slightly to reach over and grab the tray, settling it on her lap, “Sausage and eggs and some toast.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and then into a seated position, reaching for the tray. She swatted his hand away, grinning up at him, “I want to feed you, Al.”

His grin spread across his face and he chuckled softly, leaning back against the headboard, “If you wish, dearest.”

She scooped up a bite of eggs and held it out to him, Alastor bowing his head forward just slightly so he could reach her offering. After a thoughtful chew, he nodded and opened his mouth once more once she offered him a link of sausage.

“The meeting is tonight, remember,” She spoke after she’d fed him a few more bites, knowing they had a while to relax before they had to get ready. There was a mountain of food, anyway, she’d made a dozen eggs for him, “I told you that, right?”

“You did,” He grinned at her, reaching up to rub a bit of sleep from his eyes, “Thank you, darling. This is wonderful!”

Her cheeks a small bit darker and she pushed hair away from her eyes, reaching over for the mug. Her smile lessened when she remembered what happened to the first mug, but she held it out to him nonetheless, “Just like you like it, Al.”

Alastor took the mug from her and took a sip, smiling at her with a soft glow to his eyes, “It’s just perfect.”

Charlie had made a cake. It was a pretty cake - it really was. She’d blocked off the kitchen for a few hours before Niffty, Angel and Husk started to cook for their monthly little potluck they had. It was a crossover between a meeting and just a big hang out for all of them; sometimes, Charlie just wanted to sit back, relax and laugh with her favorite demons in Hell.

She’d made sure to put the cake in a box and stow it away in the fridge in the kitchen; it was well hidden.

Or so she thought.

Halfway through their dinner, Charlie had gotten up with the premise of having to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly a lie - she’d had to go many times throughout the day. So after she’d gone, she’d snuck into the kitchen and rifled around in the fridge.

Only to find that her cake was gone.

Her hands clapped against her cheeks and she let out a long sigh, rifling through more. Perhaps someone had just moved it. It wasn’t there, though, no matter how many takeaway boxes she moved out of the way and tossed into the trash if they smelled a little too foul. She made her way back into the dining room and sat down, silent, staring at her plate. Charlie’s once ravenous appetite had diminished and she let out a soft hiccup that she didn’t even know she had to let go of.

A hand came to rest on hers and she peered up to her left, her eyes watery as she met the gaze of Alastor. His once cheery smile vanished into a thin lipped, concerned one as he looked at her teary eyes, “Darling? What’s upsetting you?”

Charlie reached up to rub her eyes and caught the attention of Vaggie, who was seated across from her. The white-haired demon raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong, Charlie?”

The rest of the dinner table went silent, looking at the Princess of Hell. She felt the tears start to work themselves into a frenzy and she shrunk her head into her shoulders, locking her eyes on the floor.

“Blondie?” Angel asked from her right, an elbow on the table as he held his head in a hand, “What’s so blue?”

The blonde’s lip quivered and she looked up and around, fixing her gaze on Alastor, “I had this whole thing set up! First I was going to make cards, but then they disappeared, and I don’t know where they went! I took forever to make them - it really sucked when I found out that they were gone from the bag under my desk!”

Niffty piped up, “The garbage bag? Oh, no. I thought it was trash -”

“I know, I should’ve put them somewhere better, I’m not mad, I’m just . . so frustrated!” Charlie glanced at Niffty for a moment before looking back at her husband, “And then I had made you a mug! A really good one, I hand painted it and then this morning when I made you breakfast, I tripped up the stairs and it smashed.”

“That’s what that sound was,” He murmured, “I thought it had occurred in my dreams.”

Charlie let out a wet laugh, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping her eyes, “And then I spent this morning making a cake that I was going to deliver to you, and I knew you wouldn’t eat it because you don’t like sweets but I wrote the message on it and I really worked hard on it -”

She would’ve kept babbling if it wasn’t for the chuckle that came from Alastor, “Darling, just say it.”

She felt her blush start to travel down her neck and she glanced around at everyone for a moment before stretching her arms out, “I’m pregnant!”

There was silence for a moment, Alastor’s eyes widening and traveling down her form to her stomach. He held his gaze there and she dropped her arms, beaming.

“Hey! That’s great!” Angel spoke from beside her and she turned enough to smile at him, “A little baby, huh? That’s crazy.”

Charlie nodded, resting a hand on her stomach, “Very crazy. You better not be a bad influence, Angel.”

“Nah! The little dude will be the coolest demon in Hell. I mean, c’mon! Princess of Hell and Radio Demon as parents? You won’t have to worry about me!” Angel winked, a grin splitting his face.

“Congrats, Charlie,” Vaggie spoke from the other side of the table, a small smile on her face, “You know you’ll be a good mom.”

“I hope so,” Charlie beamed.

“Can I touch your belly?” Niffty bolted up, racing to the other side of the table, arms outstretched. Charlie moved her hands so that the little cyclops demon could touch the soft roundness that was settled between her hips, “Wow!”

“Great job,” Husk gave a thumbs up toward Alastor, “Your life is going to suck from now on.”

Alastor’s grin relaxed and he leaned back in the chair, “I already knew.”

Charlie’s face dropped and she looked at him, Niffty even moving away for a moment so that Charlie could completely turn to look at him, “What?”

He seemed to shift uncomfortably and Charlie tilted her head as he spoke, “Ah, I found the mug pieces. I put them back together. And you, well,” He chuckled, “Smell different.”

She crossed her arms and huffed, shaking her head, “Of course you did! I can’t surprise you with anything!”

He laughed outright then, reaching out and in a fleeting moment of affection, ran his finger down her cheek, “I’m afraid not, my darling.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin husk #charlastor #charleston au #hazbin trashcan #fluff

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angelfire115 · 4 years

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A cornered prey is always the most exciting part

(This is just a short Charlastor fanfic for funzies, not an official thing, was kinda bored)

Alastor walked through the halls, humming a simple tune. He had some things in his mind but wasn't sure who to talk too about it. As he rounded a corner, he spotted Charlie standing in the middle of one of the hallways, holding a pile of papers. Alastors grin widen as he saw the fair maiden. Alastor: "Ah, Charlie, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something". Alastor looked to Charlie who seemed dazed, she didn't move or look at Alastor, like everything he just said in his usual manner didn't enter her ears. She seemed out of this world, somewhere else in a loopy land with no hope of return.

Alastor hummed in thought, what could he do to snap the princess back into reality? Oh! He had an idea and a fun one too. He leaned down to her level, placing himself right at her ear and gently blew at it. Charlie snapped out of her trance to jump at the sudden sensation. She looked back to see Alastor so close to her with a huge smile on his face as he slightly chuckled in amusement. Alastor: "Are you now back my dear? You were so far away, I had no choice but to land you back into the world of reality". Charlies face went red, she didn't expect this. Her flustered expression made Alastors' heart beat hungrily, he never realised how he could feel this way because of her adorable and flustered face, until now. And now, he wanted more.

Still staying at her level, he tilted his head, acting all confused at her expression. Alastor: "What's wrong my dear? Are you perhaps having a fever?". He placed his hand on her forehead, pretending to be all concerned. This made her flustered face grow worse to his pleasure. Alastor: "Hmm, I can't exactly tell well with these gloves on my hands, hmm how about?". He leaned in closer till he was just an inch from her face. He placed his own forehead on hers, looking directly in her eyes as he did. His eyes lowered and his grin grew as he watched her squirm in embarrasment. Her face becoming even more red. Alastor: "What's wrong dear? You don't seem like yourself, maybe there are alternative ways to check your health". His eyes glowed a slight red as he said this.

Charlie couldn't handle anymore and backed up away from Alastor, dropping the papers she had in her hands. She scrambled down to pick them up, her panicking was hilarious to Alastor. With a snap of his fingers, the papers were all picked up and neatly stacked. He held the papers in his hands and offered to give them to Charlie. She was slightly hesitant to take them but reached out to grab them. Before she did, Alastor made them disappear into thin air in a poof of red smoke. Alastor: "Don't worry dear, I've sent them directly to your room, anyways we have something more important to do, especially with that nasty fever of yours".

He continued to play the fever card as Charlie waved her hands infront of her and shaking her head, giving a sure sign that she didn't want too. Still leaned into her level, he stared directly into her eyes. Alastor: "Are you sure my dear? Your usually pale and glistened skin is now red as a tomato". As he said that, he gently stroked her cheek, looking to her skin which usually shined like diamonds now upscured in red. Not that he minded it, her being flushed in red was enjoyable to witness. Charlie, however, quivered at the sensation. She decided to walk backwards trying to get as far from him as possible but he wouldn't let her get away yet. He walked forward as well, following her footsteps.

Alastor: "Well, to be honest, your hair shines even more brighter then your skin, probably feels smooth as silk and your eyes glow beautifully when they glow red". As he walked forward and she walked back, he complimented each part and aspect of her. From her hair to her skin, to her eyes and even her clothes. All of a sudden, Charlie hit a wall, it was at the end of the hall and to make it worse, it was a dead end. The only things being there were two rooms to her left and right but as a safety precaution (amd so that Angel didn't drunkely wonder into a random room) all rooms that didn't have guests were locked. So she was pretty much trapped, with an all powerful demon approaching her.

Alastor saw this and his grin widened even more. Cornering his prey was the most exciting part of a hunt and he finally caught her. She had nowhere to run now. Alastor: "But, I think the most beautiful sight to behold about you is". As he spoke, he placed both his hands in against the wall behind her, trapping her completely. He leaned in closer to her face, gently lifting her chin with his claws. Alastor: "you covered in red". He whispered this in a deep tone, the static from his voice completely gone. This made her face become even more brighter with red. She was so red, she thought she might explode. Before she could say or do anything to get her out of this situation, she was immediately interrupted by Alastor.

Alastor: "Charlie dear, I have to ask, have you ever been kissed by a demon before?". He asked this with a seductive tone, making her skin react in goosebumps. She didn't know what to say, should she say yes or no or should she say nothing. Alastor stared her down waiting for an answer but seeing her surprised reaction made the answer obvious. Alastor: "Hmm I see, so princess, do you want to know?". As he spoke gently and slowly, he caressed her chin then moved to her lips. They were soft, he could even feel that under his gloves. Charlie didn't know what to do, would he really do that? Kiss her? But why?

As he continued to gently play with her lips, he slowly made a small cut on it with one of his claws. Small drips of blood escaped the tiny wound. Charlie flinched at the pain but didn't understand why he did that. Without a word, he poked his long and black toungue to gently lick the blood. This shocked her even more, she didn't expect him to use his toungue to lick her at all. He licked his lips as he savoured the flavour of her blood which he described as somehow sweet and bitter. This girl was full of surprises, he wondered what she would look like covered in blood, especially her own or even his. He would save that for another day.

As the wound continued to bleed, he came closer to her, getting himself ready for a wonderful kiss to her lips. She started to prepare herself too, she grabbed at his coat and gripped it tightly. He moved one of his hands to her waist, holding her closer to him. She closed her eyes shut as tight as she could, she didn't want this but she had no choice, he wasn't giving her any other options. As he got closer, they could feel each others breaths. His breath suddenly faded and instead she felt his lips, not on her hers, but on her cheek instead. Before she could comprehend what just happened, he completely let go of her.

He turned to walk away as she stood holding her cheek and holding her lips that continued to bleed. Alastor: "I'm sorry dear but as a gentleman I found it wrong to corner a lady such as yourself for a kiss, even if I wanted to do it so badly, but honestly you put on quite a show, what a performance it was my dear". She was shocked, he was playing with her? He did all of this to mess with her? Gentleman my a**. He slightly turned to her, his smile was mischevious and so was the look in his eyes. Alastor: "How about we continue this another time? We can get to know each other then, in so many ways". This made her heart beat again, her face was red once again as the meaning of his words rang through her head. What did he mean by that? She sure hoped it didn't mean what she thought it meant in her messed up mind

He chuckled once more at her behavior and continued to walk away, leaving the stunned and confused demoness to herself, in the end of that hallway. He continued his tune as he continued his day. As for Charlie, she made it a point to never end up alone with the radio demon ever again. Wonder how that went because in the end, Alastor always gets his prey.

#Hazbin Hotel #charlastor #Charlie #Alastor #Fanfic #oof #remember #this was for funzies #maybe make a part two #you never know #cornered prey ia always the most exciting part

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incorrecthazbinquotes · 4 years

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003 Charlie (also if you don't mind me putting it here, I really love your incorrect quotes, they are really in characters,I laugh so much for them, they just make my day)

Awww, thank you! You have no idea how happy that makes me :D I always try to have my quotes as in character as possible, so I’m glad you like them! <3

Anyway, on to Charlie!:

003 - Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: I love her! She’s so adorable and optimistic! When looking at all the characters of hazbin we’ve met so far, she’s definitely the one I relate to the most and see myself in the most

Any/all people I ship romantically with this character: Charlie x Vaggie is one of my favourite ships! They are very cute together and I like how protective Vaggie is of her. I can see why people ship charlastor, and I kinda like them together, but I wouldn’t really call myself a charlastor shipper

My favourite non-romantic relationship for this character: Hmmmm, so far I like the relationship she has with Alastor and Angel Dust, but I have this headcanon where Niffty and Charlie kinda become like sisters. It’s not canon, but still cute to imagine

My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m not really sure what to put here, basically every hazbin blog I look at loves Charlie too, I haven’t seen anything I blatantly disagree with

One thing I wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon: I would love to see Charlie’s full demon form. We’ve only seen glimpses of it, but it looks cool. Also I would like to see her interact with her parents

Favourite friendship for this character: Pretty much the same answer as for the ‘favourite non-romantic relationship’ question, but if we’re only going of canon, Charlie and Alastor

My crossover ship: I don’t really have any crossover ship for any of the characters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#hazbin hotel #ask #thank you!#its very much appreciated :))#have a nice day!#charlie #hazbin hotel charlie

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charliesradiodemon · 4 years

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Charlastor Week Day 3: Cooking

(I’m cheating here lmao sorry. This one was gonna be the Human AU fic but then I had a better idea for both prompts in terms of direction

Also is this fic about a healthy relationship? Nah.

Warning: contains blood, talking about cannibalism and murder)

Day 3 Cooking

“Alastor!“ a sharp gasp made Alastor whip his head around to the shack’s door. Blood had splattered across his wicked grin. He found the silhouette of who he recognized was Charlie standing at the door. He couldn’t see her expression due to the outside light behind her obscuring her face, but he could only imagine the delicious horror that graced her features.

The bloodthirst set in once more and the one thing he wanted to see was his lover and prey’s face twisted in horror and despair before her sweet light drained from her eyes.

It was too bad. Charlie was a special gal who was closest to his heart than anyone ever could ever get. In a way he did find a kind of love with her in their three years together. She was always lovely and interesting and the fact that she hadn’t bored him yet surprised him. It certainly was a crying shame that his favorite prey was about to meet her end now that she’d seen too much. He had no doubt that he’d miss her as he savored each delicious piece of her.

Through the obscurity, Alastor could see that she brought her clasped hands to her chest. “You...” she paused.

Alastor approached slowly, a butcher’s knife in hand. “Yes, Charlie?”

She stood in place and didn’t move. While he appreciated her thoughtfulness to not run away and just accept her fate, Alastor was partially disappointed that he couldn’t give chase to the doe. After all, they always tasted best when they desperately fought for their lives. “You’re the New Orleans Butcher...” she whispered just enough for the two of them to hear.

‘She even whispered my secret. What a lovely, thoughtful girl.’

With a wide grin, he replied with confidence. “Yes indeedy! And what are you-“ he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks unable to continue.

Once he was close enough so that the light that obscured her face dissipated, Alastor found a small smile on her lovely face. She even seemed to be suppressing a laugh even.

“And here I was worrying about that...”

His smile remained but faltered slightly at the sight. What about this situation was so funny? Did she not understand what was going on? He almost felt concerned for the strange woman. “Worrying about what my dear?” Why was this so funny to her? She was about to die by her lover’s hand!

“Alastor... I think we’ve been hiding some crazy secrets from each other.”

The man tightened his grip on the bloodied butcher’s knife in his hand. “What do you mean?”

She stepped closer with her relieved smile in place, impossibly calm as she approached slowly. “I’ve been thinking about the future a lot recently. And I know this is selfish of me, but one day I’ll have to leave. And I was thinking, when that time came I’d never see you again. I’ve always wanted to see the good in people and see them go to Heaven, but you... I-I was sure you’d go to Heaven and I’d never get to see you again. And it’s awful, but somehow... I’m relieved,” She was now in front of him, no trace of fear in her eyes. Only a soft smile full of joy and tearful relief. Alastor had no idea how to react. He couldn’t move his legs let alone lift his arm to end the odd woman.

His lover looked up at him, her brown eyes clear even under the dim light. But then she blinked and Alastor could have sworn he’d snapped. Her sclera glowed a brilliant red while the iris was a golden ring around her black pupils. The sound of something sprouting from Charlie’s head took his attention away from her eyes. Two long horns sprouted amongst rapidly growing golden hair.

“M-my word...” Alastor whispered, not knowing what else to say. His heart pounded in his chest, making him feel all sorts of emotions. But none of those emotions were negative in the slightest.

“I’m sorry if this is too much for you. I didn’t want you to see me this way.” Seeing his expression and hearing his tone, Charlie’s gaze fell to the floor in assumed dejection. She probably looked like a hideous monster to him. She acted too hastily and now she had to be ready for whatever came next.

“What are you then, my love?” The words made Charlie’s eyes widen in shock. The term of endearment truly caught her off guard and for a moment she didn’t know what to do other than look back up at him with the same shocked expression he had just a moment ago. “You can tell me Charlie.”

His expression softened back to the smile she was familiar with as if a moment ago he wasn’t planning his next meal around her. His darkened eyes were almost loving. If he was frightened at all, he was good at hiding it.

Charlie clasped her hands together, suddenly feeling awkward and shy. “I-I’m a demon. I’m from H-Hell.”

It came to Alastor as a surprise. She was the single most pure creature to exist. What had she done to earn her eternal damnation? “It can’t possibly be. You’re the sweetest little thing to grace the Earth. Tell me, how is it you ended up in Hell?”

The ease of his questions only surprised Charlie further. It was as if this was just a normal occurrence and he was asking her about her day. “I was born there.” She replied truthfully, attempting to sound natural about it.

Alastor, butcher knife still in hand, placed his free hand on her shoulder and continued, “So when you said you had to go home one day, did you mean that you were going back to Hell?”

Charlie nodded and suddenly she was drawn into his arms. “You silly, sweet girl.” Charlie felt the handle of the butcher’s knife pressing against her back, but she wasn’t worried. She trusted her Alastor, not like the cleaver would harm her anyway. She reciprocated the hug with a small smile until she realized something.

She peered up at him with a questioning look. “And what about you? How long has this been going on?”

Alastor hummed as he thought for a moment. “About seven years or so,” he said casually as if he were just speaking about the weather. It nearly unnerved Charlie that he was so casual and calm about this. Then again, she wasn’t any better with her own secret.

“So I suppose I’ll be seeing you in Hell one day.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to look her down.

He failed to mention what exactly he did with those he slaughtered. He also failed to mention that Charlie herself would have eventually ended up as another source of food for him once he felt she outlived her entertainment.

“I’ve been here for three. Wow... I never would have suspected!” She pulled out of his embrace, not realizing that she was now covered in blood.

“Yes that is the point, darling. If everyone suspected, well I just wouldn’t be here now would I?” He laughed with a shrug. To his surprise, Charlie let out a closed-mouthed giggle. Then again she was a demon, murder must not mean much to her.

Alastor raised his eyebrows and grinned widely. “So as a demon would you approve?”

“I mean as a demon I’m supposed to. I’m supposed to “tempt” people to sin. But I also don’t necessarily like it. I... really don’t actually.” she said hesitantly as she turned her gaze to the bloodied workbench in the corner. It still held the fresh corpse of a man Charlie couldn’t recognize.

‘What was he going to do with the man? None of the bodies of his victims have ever been found... The only thing the New Orleans Slasher would leave behind were splatters of blood and bits of his victims.’

Alastor belted a hearty chuckle. “You’re not a very good demon, dear.”

“Ah yeah...” she huffed an awkward chuckle as she turned her attention back to her lover in front of her. “My dad’s reminded me of that for a while now...”

“I bet. Now as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, this isn’t the place for that my love,” he nodded to the door and shot her a reassuring grin. “Why don’t you head back in the house and once I’m done out here we can talk.”

Charlie smiled half relieved and half gratefully. She leaned up and kissed the part of his cheek that was free of blood. “Sounds good. Do you want me to make you anything?” Her demonic form dissipated with another blink of an eye, which Alastor watched with full interest before walking back to the workbench.

“Coffee would be nice sweetheart. Oh and I must apologize. It seems I’ve left a mess on you.” he gestured toward her front and Charlie immediately looked down. She jumped in surprise and then sighed.

Charlie pouted and inspected her dress. “Al, you need to be more careful! I’m really not supposed to do this but...” she paused and snapped her fingers. A rush of hellfire consumed her for a split second before revealing a spotless dress on the slasher’s cleaned lover. He was at a loss for words at the spectacle. Charlie let out a content breath and continued, “This is my favorite dress!” She turned and made it back to the threshold before turning back to Alastor, who looked dumbfounded. “Please make sure to wash up before you come back in please? Blood isn’t fun to wash up you know.”

Alastor awoke from his daze. He nearly burst out laughing, but merely chuckled at the odd request. “Yes dear.”

Once the door closed, Alastor went back to work feeling a strange sense of ease, excitement and intrigue all in one sensation. Who was once his prey and simple ingredient was now his confidant. It almost felt good keeping someone who knew of his hobby around strangely enough. Maybe it was the sudden rush of adrenaline?

Or maybe it was because he’d realized that he’d taken a demon for a lover. And while he did genuinely love Charlie in a strange way, knowing now that she was a demon only seemed to spark a new feeling of excitement that he refused to extinguish. “A demon...” he muttered as he cut away at the bone of his latest kill. “The little dear is just full of surprises.”

He made quick work of his preparations. Once he packed and stored his future meal in a natural underground freezer, he wiped off the excess blood from his person, per Charlie’s request. The underground storage was at the peak temperature to store meats now that the first snowfall coated the ground. Properly packed, the human flesh would hold up longer. He’d make a fine meal later, but first he needed to chat with his lovely demon waiting for him.

He found her in the sitting room, reading a book peacefully with a pair of steaming cups beside her. When she heard his footsteps, she looked to the door and smiled. “Your coffee’s waiting for you.”

Alastor took the cup closest to his unoccupied chair and took a sip. “Thank you darling. Now, I hope you know I have plenty of questions. And I’m sure you do too.” he walked to the sofa and set his coffee cup down on the coffee table. He pat the seat next to him, to which Charlie smiled and obliged. He took her hand in her’s and let their clasped hands rest on the cushion between them.

The little demoness turned to face him, looking like she was ready to burst. “Alastor, I actually only have one question for you.”

“Go on.” he replied calmly.

She tensed. Alastor detected this sign of distress but remained unmoved. “Did you... ever feed me human...?” Charlie asked shyly. She prayed that her thoughts were wrong. She pieced together that he probably ate his victims seeing how he put so much care into the butchering of his victims.

“Oh no dear, I would never,” he replied promptly. He felt Charlie relax as soon as he said it. She wouldn’t know how to feel if she found out that she ate human meat. She’d had so many meals at Alastor’s house that once the idea entered her mind, she feared for the worst. “Not only would it be rude to feed it to someone who would not appreciate the taste of human flesh, I am also selfish. I don’t have it often, but I’m willing to share with you if you-“

Once her question was answered satisfactorily, she cut him off. “Nope! No no no thank you!” She shook her head wildly and crossed her arms into an ‘X’. “You can have all of it.” once she finished speaking, she placed her hand back into his grasp and plopped her head onto his shoulders with a sigh.

Alastor chuckled and took another sip of coffee while it still steamed in its cup. “How generous of you, dearest. You’re a demon are you not? I’m surprised that you have an aversion for human flesh!”

“Haha... yeah... I’m just not the biggest fan...”

They spoke for a bit longer before the grandfather clock reminded the pair of the time.

“Oh! I haven’t prepared dinner yet!” Charlie cried. She let go of Alastor’s hand and stood. She made her way toward the kitchen before turning to Alastor. “What would you like for dinner? We still have venison.”

Alastor stood as well and grinned. “Allow me to assist you my love. I’m sure my talents with flesh will help you greatly.”

Charlie scoffed and nodded. “Alright come on funny guy.”

It didn’t feel right, but she was happy. Sure he committed heinous actions, and he probably intended to turn on her one day, but Alastor was still the same Alastor she knew. It was awful but she wasn’t fazed by his hobby for murder and consumption of other humans. Once she was gone, it was inevitable that he’d one day find himself in the fiery pits of Hell and reunite with her. It didn’t matter what he did at this point. As long as he stayed by her side, she’d be content.

#charlastorweek #charlastorweek2020 #charlastor #charlastor fic #day 3

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dkmbookworm · 4 years

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Something I really don’t understand when it comes to any content that ships Alastor, is people constantly having to say that they know he’s asexual, but they just really like this pairing.

I don’t see this from any other ship I’ve seen. No one ever says in like a stony or ironstrange fic that they know that these characters are straight and in relationships. Because quite honestly everyone KNOWS that fanfic/fanart doesn’t always adhere to canon.

We know that Charlastor or radio dust is not going to happen in the show, we know the characters canon sexualities. But since when have we had to put disclaimers on every art piece and fic about this?

Anyway, just something I’ve been thinking about and need to get off my chest

Rant over.

#hazbin hotel #rant post #shipping discourse #alastor #asexuality

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damnedrainbows · 5 years

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Goodbye 2018, Welcome 2019

This year, as they’ve all been for years, started out as hell. Newly diagnosed with fibromyalgia I lost the ability to draw for quite some time as the nerves in my hands hurt too much to allow me. I was constantly bedridden from both fibromyalgia and my endometriosis. It was hell, I didn’t want to live and often still don’t.

Then I finally started a treatment which actually helped with pain. I got back into drawing and through one of my closest friends @partcfyouruniverse I found purpose through all the freelancing work I did for her. I started commissions and soon had so much I felt like a full time professional artist. It was amazing.

August 29 I went through my second huge hurtle when I had my total hysterectomy. With pain I’m still recovering from I was left with very little to do. Then, I made this blog.

Through all my role play blogs, I’ve never felt so happy and comfortable as I do here. I’ve made so many friends, but beyond that I have such a genuine following. Even with my Steven Universe blog clocking in at almost 1500 followers I’ve never been so interactive with my followers than I am here. I have anons and blogs that not only want to interact with my character, but myself. People that want to know more about me and how I’ve been. People that care and love my portrayals.

I’ve gotten fanart, a fucking animatic based on a thread, I’ve gotten VIV herself like my art like 3 times, and even my OC! I never imagined so many people would adore Allette but it’s just been. Amazing.

It’s just been so warmly welcoming and I can’t wait to see what 2019 brings for this show!

I love all of you and I have so many words for all of you, but I don’t want to go crazy so I’ll just say a few words (a few. lmao like Jordan can say ‘a few’)

@dcadlyson @partcfyouruniverse - You give me reason to keep going, Ally. With your commissions you buy from me you remind me that I am a good artist and somehow I can succeed even if it’s in a different way than I thought. You’re one of the sweetest and most selfless people that I know and I love you so much.

@hellboundgentlemen - Mari you’re just incredible. So fun to talk to and theorize with. You really, really breathe life into the characters you write, fleshing them out more than Iv’e ever seen. It’s truly admirable and I look forward to seeing what you cook up next!

@caenis-doceri and @thediamondofblue - you two are two of my closest friends. I never imagined when I met you Eric I would meet a kindred spirit that knew what I was going through. And you Ash, I never imagined I would meet someone so. Kind. So loving of others, so generous with your time, compassion, and even funds. I can’t wait to see you both this spring, and meet, and hug finally. I can’t wait!

@elkfeast / @charmange - What can be said that I haven’t already said? You’re one of my closest friends, crossed over from so many fandoms at this point. Your writing is amazing, talking to you is just as fun and you just add such a unique and amazing spin to your muses! Your Al was the first I interacted with and boy does he creep me out. I loved reading threads with him and now I love reading threads with Charlie.Whether I’m in them or watching them, seeing your writing is just great. Your characterization is goals and don’t let anyone get you down. Keep your chin up, scoff at anons, and remember you’re incredible <3

@rxdioxdemxn - Echo you are my bae, one of my main Alastors and you’re so fun to chill with ooc, and especially our rabbit streams! Charlie couldn’t ask for a better husband and Allette a better Father!

@ask-theradiodemon - Jordan, you’re just one of the kindest people. You and Jade are the first to message if something is wrong, first to greet me on Discord. You and Jade are just the cutest together and I hope I’ll see your relationship continue to prosper

@jadeblassare - Jade you’re just...so cute? So sweet? When Jordan said his girlfriend wanted to get to know me I jumped at the the chance and I’m so glad I did! I love our rps and I’m glad I’ve dragged you down into ship hell. ;p You pick up every character you play so easily and you’ve made me smile so much ooc with how genuinely caring you are. What can I say, Jordan picked well ;p

@lilithmagne and @hellsaurelius - Honestly?? You two are just a package deal now. Can’t have one without the other. AC and Marz, you’re just amazing? Reading your interactions is like watching a movie unfold. It’s so poetic and beautiful, even the saddest scenes. Your writing baffles me it’s so good and I will accept nothing but your portrayals as canon. Also AC, your art is just. Goals man.

@xkuraixkokorox - I just love our Charlie and Pen interactions so much. He’s such a good snake grandpa and I love the way you play every villain on your blog. You’re also very kind and I can’t wait to see what we write next!

@smiilingdccr - We just met like a week or so ago--officially anyway. Your main followed me for a while lmao. YOU’RE JUST SO FUN AND EASY TO TALK TO? And your Al, goals man. I love our Charlastor threads, and the weirdness of some of them. I love your ART man. You just rock Peri.

@staytun3dfolks - Mouthy you’re another friend from another fandom! I loved your Black Hat but damn I gotta say I love your Al even more. He’s terrifying but charming and the way you write him is so gloriously sinister. I love our dark Charlastor and I love reading your writing.

@vortship - I know you doubt yourself a lot but you’re incredible, Meg. As a person and a writer. Hal is so amazingly fleshed out she doesn’t feel like an oc so much, but a breathing person. We’ve been friends for a while and you deserve way more love than you get for both yourself and your amazing OC.

@kinkybccts - GLITTER OUR GROSS GAY BOIS ARE FANTASTIC. I love writing with you and shitposting. We’ve unknowingly been friends for a while from su and as with Garnet you breathe so much life into Angel! I love his and Al’s interactions and big brother spider for Charlie. It’s just amazing!

@japariguide - YOU’RE JUST STRAIGHT UP PROOF THAT YOU CAN MAKE FRIENDS BY SENDING CHICKENS! You’re so sweet and Kaban is just da rling.

@blackstardiopside - Neem, you and I have been friends for like 100 years as well. And like with vortship’s Hal, Blackstar is just an incredible OC. She doesn’t feel like an oc so much as just part of the show. I almost watch episodes now expecting to see her in canon because she just feels so canon. You yourself are sweet and adorable and so fun to have in my life.

@happilyhellish - Fara you straight up know the Smash Brother’s pain are so fun to interact with ooc and ic. I love your Charlie and her and Al’s romantic tension and I love the friendship we’re developing with Pen. You have such a great take on your muse and you’re just so nice!

@zimvasion - ANOTHER LONG TIME FRIEND, our IZ interactions are just incredible and the ones here are amazing too. You’ve been there rom the very beginning and you’re just such an amazing writer and friend.

@mochimuses - MYKKIE YOU ARE STILL...just a fucking meme, man. ideK with you half the time, but you’re just. amazing and hilarious. Our gays are the best gays and you’re just....so strange and wonderful. My meme friend.

@happy-hotel - RONNIE you have so many blogs. You have a problem. Ronnie I just love you. I still can’t believe how easily we got along, to the point where it felt like we were already long time friends, chatting it up on video chat in like the first day as friends. Every muse you play you NAIL, and you play Chalastor so amazingly. I’m boggled by your writing and convinced there’s not a single muse you can’t nail.

OKAY MY HANDS HURT! HERES MORE PEOPLE I ADORE BUT YOU KNOW I ADORE YOU ALL! JUST TOP OF MY HEAD:

@princesscfredemption @flimsytunesandjazz @killerbroadcast @demonicradiohost @hell-of-a-princess @blackhxt @smellslikejustice @deerlisteners @huskofachance @gamblxrhxsk @gvmelost @madmonarch @magncroyal @devilswinging @deerlisteners @thegreatesstinventor @coldlycrimson @coronabane @cheeryhell @cherri-bxmb @chxrrxbombed @slitheringtrxhxrd @sluttyspiider @triangularus @omnituent @heinoushangar @itsyourbestnightmare @dapperishly @suoitnep

AND SO MANY MORE! TO THIS YEAR AND MORE TO COME I LOVE YOU ALL!!

#IVE FORGOTTEN SO MANY I KNOW IT BUT UGH IT WAS TOO HARD REMEMBERING EVERYONE #YOUVE ALL IMPACTED ME IM CRYING #I LOVE YOU ALL OKAY

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Charlastor Week #2: Human Au

When Alastor had first arrived into the cafe, he was preoccupied with a book that he had been reading. When he placed his order for a coffee and received it, he turned around and felt himself get a little annoyed. He had been planning to stay a little while at the cafe for some alone time, but it appeared that all of the tables had been occupied with various college students, people who wanted to get away from the snow outside, etc. An uncharacteristic frown pulled down the sides of his lips as he continued to survey the scene.

Perhaps if he waited a few more minutes? No, the more Alastor looked, the more he realized that the college students were going to be at this place for more than a couple more hours, the people who wanted to get away from the snow were probably going to stay there until the weather let up outside, and well…. Well, it looked like Alastor was going to take the dangerous trek outside into the dank, depressing cold.

What a waste.

As Alastor took a sip out of his cup, he noticed that at one corner of the shop, there was a table facing the window. The table itself was meant to cater to four people, but only one person was present. She was blonde, had her hair up in a messy bun, and she sat closest to the window, which she used as a rest for her body as she lazily flipped through pages of a large textbook. Ah, Alastor thought to himself. Must be a college student.

Which meant…

Well, Alastor wasn’t one to judge people, but he was quite certain that she would be too busy to say no to him…

Hmm…

Without a care in the world, Alastor strode over to the table near the window and stopped directly in front of the young woman. Up close, he could see that her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her lips were painted a lovely shade of black. At first, she seemed to be engrossed in her reading, but that all changed when he politely coughed out a small “Ahem”.

Startled, the young woman dropped the book she was holding onto the table, the resulting thud causing some of her pens and highlighters to clatter onto the floor. It was an amusing sight if it were not for the way her lips pursed and her eyes seemed to flash with irritation. Now, that just wouldn’t do for his plan!

Quickly, he got down on one knee and swept all of the fallen instruments into his hand before placing them back on the table. This time, as he looked down at the woman, she seemed in awe at him. Her mouth was open in a small ‘o’ and the redness in her cheeks had darkened just a tad. Alastor bit back a smug smirk—at this rate, he would surely get a seat, and near a window, no less!

“Sorry about that, darling! I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The woman, still stunned from his sudden aid, swallowed and replied with a hasty, “Not at all! Just startled, is all.” She looked up at him through her dark lashes and canted her head to the side. “Did… did you need anything… sir?”

“How rude of me! Alastor, at your service!” He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly. “However, at the moment, I’m in need of your help!” He raised a brow as he straightened from his position. “If you’re up to helping me, that is.”

For a moment, the woman looked unsure of herself. Alastor’s grip over his coffee cup tightened. Did his course of action not play out like he had planned? Did he really have to brave the ungodly low temperatures outside? He braced himself, ready for rejection when—

The young woman began clearing three fourths of the table—goodness! she took up a lot of workspace!—so that only her corner was inhabited by her multitude of papers, highlighters, and books. Once again, she situated herself nearest the window and sat back down, a pleasant smile on her face as she gestured for him to sit down.

Now, there was another dilemma that Alastor had to attend to.

Should he sit directly in front of the young woman? Right next to the window?

Or should he sit diagonally across from her?

As Alastor contemplated, the young woman looked up at him, smiled, and pointed at the chair in front of her. “You can sit there, I don’t mind.”

Alastor blinked. That was unexpected. “Thank you, my dear! Looks like I’ve chosen the best spot in the house!”

“Oh? Why?”

Alastor smiled over the rim of his coffee. “Because I get two wonderful views to choose from.”

If the young woman had been sipping her own beverage, she would have had a spit take. As it were, she merely choked a little on her words. “Anyway, I just realized, I haven’t introduced myself.” She proffered a hand, a hand that Alastor took into his own. “I’m Charlie!”

Charlie. Huh. Short and snappy, just like Alastor liked it.

“Well,” Alastor withdrew and began to fiddle with his own novel that he brought with him. “I won’t keep you.” He nodded to the stack of textbooks that sat at her side. “You should probably get back to studying.”

“Right!”

Standard silence amid the soft music and the chatter of the patrons around them filled in for the lack of conversation. It took only a moment, but Alastor began to be heavily invested in his novel. It was a story about a young man who had decided to kill some pawnbroker for money and was now dealing with the moral and real life consequences that follow after. It was an interesting read, if a little dry at some parts. As he turned the pages, his sensitive hearing began to pick up the sound of hushed mumbles.

He looked over the spine of his book and found that the lazy smile that he usually had on his face had softened into something that resembled fond awe. There was a highlighter sticking out of her mouth, a pen stuck behind her ear and into the already unruly bun, and she was desperately scribbling something into a notebook. During the entire time, she was mumbling snippets of what she was skimming through.

Frankly, it was far more entertaining than the book that he was reading.

He placed his book on the table and leaned a hand against the heel of his palm. He watched her as he hummed a small ditty under his breath.

As he did so, he took notice of the textbooks that lay on her side. From his point of view, they were upside down, but if he concentrated hard enough, oh my.

Theories of Personality?

Lifespan Development?

“I’m majoring in psychology.”

Alastor’s eyes flitted back up to hers, mischief rather than shame lighting up his features.

“That was my initial impression, yes. Am I bothering you?”

Charlie checked the time on her phone before turning back to Alastor.

“Actually, no. I think it’s about time I reward myself with a fifteen minute break.” She closed one of her textbooks and tossed it onto her growing pile of psychology books. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

His eyes narrowed. Was he being obvious? Or was she being intuitive?

Charlie giggled at his expression. “You’re wearing a knitted cap, a scarf, gloves, and a very heavy coat. It’s only twenty degrees out there! It’s not that bad if you’re used to the cold.”

“How do you know that I’m not just protecting myself?”

Charlie gestured towards the rest of the populace within the coffee shop.

Alastor sighed. “Point taken.”

“You can take the hat off.”

Well, Alastor didn’t want to make it obvious that he was heeding her opinion, but it was awfully warm and well.

Oh well.

He sighed and took off his hat, careful to not ruffle his hair too much in the process.

“And you? Are you from here?”

The young woman shook her head, some of her golden locks falling loose from her bun. She covered her mouth with one of her hands and said, “I’m actually from Canada! Let me guess, one of the southern states?”

“Care to guess which one?”

“I haven’t the slightest what states make up the south, so you’ll have to enlighten me.”

“Louisiana. New Orleans, to be exact.”

Her eyes, pretty, dark, and brown, nearly popped out of her skull as she bounced forward in her seat. Excitement and wonder sparkled manically in her eyes as she propped her chin against the ball of her fist. He held her attention, fully and without much coaxing.

How wonderful!

“No way! Where’s the accent?”

Alastor chuckled. “Ya mean like dis?”

Charlie’s head fell onto the table with such unprecedented force, Alastor was half attempted to start yelling for an ambulance. Much to his vague amusement, Charlie started laughing a little uncontrollably, which only garnered the attention of the rest of the patrons there. Alastor didn’t mind the unwanted attention, he basked in it, but he did send a warning smile towards the rest of the patrons there to knock it off. It wouldn’t do for dear Charlie to get embarrassed.

“Your-your—!” Charlie could barely talk breathe through her bout of laughter, much less talk. She peeked up at him before another set of giggles overtook her. “Do you honestly… do you honestly sound like that?”

“Why, are you mocking the way I speak?”

Charlie’s eyes widened in alarm. That wasn’t what she meant at all!

“I’m joking, dear.” Alastor replied smoothly. “Although, perhaps if you want to get to know me more,” he lowered his voice just so and looked at her in that certain way and, “we could leave this cafe and—”

He stopped immediately when he saw that Charlie’s face was turning a very becoming shade of red.

“Ah...I actually have an exam tomorrow and, er—” She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to him with the aplomb of someone who had caught on fire.

Miraculously, Alastor didn’t comment on it; instead, he took it and and found that his already present smile had turned into a smirk.

He didn’t even have to try to get her number! She just gave it to him!

That was…new. And unexpected.

But definitely not unwelcome.

He took a sip from his coffee and smiled gently at Charlie.

The best seat in the coffee shop not only had a beautiful view, but had perfect willingness to engage with him. How wonderful!

He saluted her with a jaunty wave and she giggled before returning to her studies.

Yes, he quite liked her indeed.

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