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pray4byron · 3 months

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What the…

HAZBIN HOTEL CAST are like as …

PARTNERS !! (and before that!)

Includes: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor, Sir Pentious, Husker, Niffty, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Lute

Warnings: Swearing, S1 spoilers, sexual references, mentions of abuse, mentions of Valentino, messy, barely proofread

Also side note, if this is highly enjoyed, I will do a Part 2 with more characters!

Charlie Morningstar

Crush!Charlie is a bit obvious. Not TOO obvious, but maybe if you squint hard enough…

Crush!Charlie has a tendency to show extra attention to you, especially if you’re a resident at the Hotel who’s trying to go up to Heaven.

Example: You’re the first person she asks if they need help, invite for a group activity, etc

Despite the fact that Crush!Charlie is really eager to confess her feelings, she truly does find value in getting to know you as a friend first.

She believes that it has its perks, which it does.

Crush!Charlie enjoys getting to know your hobbies, interests, past, strengths, all of it.

But as you are going off on your usual yap sesh about your face topic …

Crush!Charlie can’t help but peck you on the cheek, you’re cheeks just look so squishy and cute!

You’re stunned… You would’ve never thought that.. Charlie? Likes you? Pffff… Ain’t no way!

Crush!Charlie scrambles to explain to you her genuine feelings, and how she’s wanted to be with you for a long time, and scrambles again to ask you if you feel the same.

Now it’s your turn to shut someone up with a kiss.

You give her a drawn out peck on the lips, not too short, but not too long. Just enough to satisfy.

And yes, you do feel the same.

Now GF!Charlie is totally stoked! But she’s also a bit scared of the shoes she has to fill.

GF!Charlie decides to give you a little candy bouquet (that she made!)! Honestly it’s the cutest frickin thing, it has little chocolates and lollipops like AAA get me a Charlie!

GF!Charlie decides to introduce you to her dad, sure you guys have crossed paths a few times, but like, formally this time.

At first Lucifer is intimidated by you (not that he’d admit that), similar to the rivalry he had with Alastor.

But after awhile, he warms up to you, at the end of the day he loves his daughter, and he sees that you do to. So long as you treat Charlie good and you like rubber ducks, he’s chill with you :)

GF!Charlie’s love language is gift giving and physical touch!

On one hand, she loves giving gifts, it’s very soothing for her to go out and find something to give you, or coming up with an idea to make something for you, it takes her mind off of things

But at the other end of the scale, she loves receiving physical touch, she kinda freezes when she does because it’s so much to her but at the same time she enjoys it dearly! Even something as simple as rubbing her hand with your thumb while handling hands, long hugs, or hand kisses send her into a spiral haha

At the end of the day, GF!Charlie loves you a ton and honestly is just happy to be there loving you lol

Vaggie

When Crush!Vaggie realizes she has a crush on you, it’s a bit of an ‘Oh Shit’ moment, y’know?

Due to her secret, and the fact that she has a bit of trust issues, they just don’t go hand-in-hand with love.

Crush!Vaggie is a bit dependent on you to make the first move, but that doesn’t mean she won’t, but she needs you to throw a few jabs first.

The more her crush on you stays and the more she doesn’t do about it, the more it starts to bug her

Crush!Vaggie decides one day she doesn’t know how much more of the subtle flirting and eye contact from across the room she can take, cause deep down, she has a gut feeling you like her too.

So, Crush!Vaggie decides she’s going to confess.

When it comes down to it, obviously you feel the same, and she really wants to make an impact right away!

Now GF!Vaggie decides to plan a little surprise for you, a date!

GF!Vaggie decides to just take you out to the back of the hotel and you two lay down and look at the night sky (as I’m not sure if there’s stars in Hell tbh.)

You two sit there and talk, it gets vulnerable for a bit, slowly but surely starting to break down eachothers walls… But not for too long before one of you is like “NOPE, too much emotions for one day!” haha

At the end of the day, GF!Vaggie, isn’t perfect at this whole girlfriend thing, but for you? She’ll sure as hell try.

Angel Dust

Like Vaggie, Crush!Angel is tempted to “NOPE” out, after falling into Val’s trap, he’s hesitant to try again.

But soon enough Charlie shows him that opening up got her an amazing girlfriend, so he decides, hey, might as well right?

Crush!Angel goes out of his way to obnoxiously flirt with you, but you thought this was normal behavior, as he does it with basically everyone at the hotel.

Crush!Angel thinks it’ll take time, but you’ll catch on, and well… not exactly…

One day, Crush!Angel comes back from a long shoot, and he pulls a good, classic flirt on you, and poof! Right over your head!

And he doesn’t know what got in him, maybe the alcohol, maybe Valentino, maybe the buildup stress, who’s knows, but he snaps…

Crush!Angel proceeds to go off about how he’s always flirting with you and how he just doesn’t get how you’re so blind that you just can’t see it!?

And you start to laugh, which at first makes him more mad.

“Well how was I supposed to know if you flirt with everyone here? I thought it was normal!”

And with that, you walk away, leaving him bamboozled.

The night goes on as normal, you head up to your hotel room, and just as you’re about to turn lights out you hear a knock on your door and a voice from the outside.

“So do you wanna fuck me too, or no?”

The next day, you and Crush!Angel have a talk over a drink or two, and decide, not only do you two wanna fuck, you also want to date!

Now BF!Angel is a bit nervous, but don’t fret! He has that feeling in his stomach that makes him want to grin like he’s never grinned before.

BF!Angel’s love languages are quality time and words of affirmations, considering all that Val can do to him in a day, he doesn’t love being touched without consent, but that doesn’t mean touch is off limits by any means! Just ask and he’ll give it to you!

And for quality time, you and BF!Angel don’t really go out for dates, considering how fans (and Val) are, also considering the fact that he just wants a break from life.

Instead, you two usually just spend time in eachothers hotel rooms, binge shows, give eachother makeovers, play dress up, just being the kids you never got the opportunity to be.

And once he sees that Fat Nuggets likes you, he knows you’re the one.

Alastor

When Crush!Alastor first realizes he has feelings for you, he makes a mental note and goes on with his day.

He doesn’t really understand the point in fussing about it like most do, but then again, he’s not most people.

Crush!Alastor does thoroughly enjoy spending time with you though, he likes to just sorta keep you around.

He sticks up for you, if somebody gives you a problem, it will be handled, even if it’s a bit sadistic, he will do it everytime.

Crush!Alastor doesn’t feel the need to confess directly, but if you ask him how he feels about it, he won’t deny his feelings towards you!

So whenever Crush!Alastor becomes BF!Alastor, he does lay down some ground rules, as a relationship with him, will not be the same as a relationship with others.

BF!Alastor is a gentleman, no doubt. He opens any door that you may come across (car, building, whatever), he asks for consent before doing anything — however intimate it may be, and he does buy you flowers.

But, that does not mean BF!Alastor is perfect, he’s not the most physically affectionate, unless he initiates it himself, and he’s not great with feelings.

If you’re upset, he tries to stay away, not because he doesn’t care, but because most of the time he’ll keep his upbeat energy and act like nothings wrong in attempts to cheer you up — but sometimes that’s just not what you need.

But, BF!Alastor kicks in eventually, and turns on some calming music, turns his radio affect down in volume so the sound doesn’t overwhelm you, and give you a nice, long hug as you two sway around the room.

By far, BF!Alastor’s love language is acts of service and quality time.

BF!Alastor honestly adores spending time with you, you’ve made him feel more alive than he has in years, and he follows you around like a puppy, but he makes it look like you following him around rather than the other way.

And he’ll always do things for you, even if he doesn’t understand them. If they make you happy, he might as well get started on doing them, because he can’t go awhile without seeing your darling face and your beautiful smile.

Sir Pentious

Crush!Pentious is… very… obvious.

But you don’t say anything, cause he’s adorkable.

You watch day after day out of pure adoration as Crush!Pentious tumbled over his words and changes his mind as he tried to make a move, and you loved every second of it.

This went on for awhile, and you started to notice his little quirks, which only made you fall for him more.

Eventually, one day after Crush!Pentious had tried to subtly say that he liked you, you decided to do him a favor.

“Pen.”

“I like you too.”

“I- UHM- WELL- YOU’RE- I- UHM-”

Yeah maybe that didn’t go how you thought it would…

Well in more ways than one, cause Crush!Pentious became BF!Pentious that day!

BF!Pentious was really nervous, he finally had you! But he didn’t wanna lose you cause he did something stupid either… He had to make the perfect move!

So he ended up asking Charlie to ask you a bunch of relationship related questions, and ending up deciding on your dream date with your favorite flowers. Basic, but gets the job done right?

BF!Pentious’ love languages are gift giving and physical touch. Like please cuddle him. He’ll get pouty if you don’t notice. So just notice already!!

BF!Pentious, like Charlie, loves making you gifts! He uses his knowledge from war machines to make something homemade and honestly it’s just the sweetest thing!

Is he perfect? Yes. But for this let’s say no. Does he try? Also yes!

Husker

Crush!Husk can’t even remember the last time he had a crush, but he’s chill with it.

Crush!Husk never planned on officially confessing to you, he just was going with the flow, ya know?

You start talking to him and realize maybe you like him too, but it wasn’t thought about much more than that.

It’s not until Angel asks you, “So are ya fucking or no..?”

And it makes you think, no, but you wouldn’t mind if that were arranged.

So one night, while you’re drunk and talking to Crush!Husk, you say… “Y-Ya knOW! We- We should HAHAH get together! HEHEHEH!” “Talk to me when you’re sober, you’re not making a stupid decision, I won’t let ya.”

And somehow, someway, you remembered that in the morning. So with a headache from your hangover, you go up to Husk’s bar and sit down, “What are we?” “Whatever you want us to be.”

From then on, Crush!Husk became BF!Husk!!

BF!Husk always made sure to look out for you. He’s the ‘defend you in public, correct you in private’ kinda guy.

BF!Husk is big on words of affirmation and acts of service.

He won’t hesitate to tell you how much he loves and cares for you whenever you need it, he’s a very honest guy, but he also loves doing little things to show that he cares.

‘Oh, I did the dishes for you.’ or ‘I cleaned your room.’ or ‘I folded your laundry.’ are things you hear daily.

Niffty

Crush!Niffty is another one that’s very obvious, and quite frankly, she doesn’t care.

Crush!Niffty has been open to you about her feelings since day one, and you make sure she knows you feel the same way.

So basically instantly, she becomes GF!Niffty.

GF!Niffty loves physical touch and acts of service.

She loves cleaning for you, and showing you all her accomplishments. But she also loves hugging you, kissing you, just being next to you is enough.

Life isn’t much different versus life with Crush!Niffty but you love it regardless, and you wouldn’t trade either life for anything.

Lucifer Morningstar

Crush!Lucifer doesn’t really have that shock of realizing he likes you, cause he always has and has always known.

You were the one person who was there after Lilith, even if it was only platonic back then, you were still there.

Crush!Lucifer REALLY likes you and considering how long he’s liked you (literal years) he decides to just man up and say it.

Unsurprisingly, you feel the same way and you two start dating.

BF!Lucifer doesn’t want to lose you like how he lost Charlie and Lilith, so he’s very certain that he gives you everything he thinks you derserve.

BF!Lucifer is a big jumble of all the love languages at once because of this. But I think he leans towards physical touch and words of affirmation.

BF!Lucifer is constantly in need of reassurance as he feels like he’s not enough due to his depression, and also hugs, because y’know, hugs help.

If you have a good relationship with Charlie, which you should, like cmon, he’s ecstatic! And sometimes he needs your help with parenting cause he really wants to try his best for you, and her.

Adam

Adam and you started off just fucking for fun, and fucking for fun turned into, friends, friends turned into- woah… it turned into a crush…

Crush!Adam is fucking clueless, he’s not good with this stuff, just guitar solos (FUCK YEAAHH).

During Charlie’s meeting with Heaven, he slips you a note…

Hey hot babe,

wanna do more than just fuck? (date)

And my God, you better accept because THAT is ART.

BF!Adam is far from perfect, but damn close. He really cares. But his main love languages are quality time and physical touch.

I mean cmon, he’s not great with his words, he can’t do much other than fight, he’s ass at giving gifts (he tried to give you a dildo once). So it’s really the only thing he’s good at, he can sit there, and touch you. That’s about all he knows how to do!

At the end of the day, BF!Adam really tries his best, he loves you, after all :)

Lute

Considering the fact you’re Lute’s boss, she spends a lot of time with you.

And because of that, she starts to develop feelings.

Crush!Lute realizes she has a crush on you almost immediately, although she hesitates to tell you, due to how much you guys are together and her job.

But after awhile, she has a bit of a ‘screw it’ moment.

And boom! She turns into GF!Lute.

GF!Lute is a whole new version of the person you had gotten to know. Her wild side comes out, unlike her normal stoic side. (Example: “RIP VAGGIES CUNT MOUTH OUT ‘ER ASS!!!”)

Also side note, GF!Lute is committed as fuckkk. Once she’s there, she’s there for good, cause she loves you!

— END.

Hello! This is my first Hazbin post! I haven’t written for these characters in a solid year so I hope it’s alright! As I said up top, if this gets a lot of love, then I’ll do a part two (Which will include Cherri and the Vees to name a few~) ! Also don’t mind my Lute bias lmao, she’s my fav, she’s so hatable but idgaf and I love her vibe lmao! I’m hyperfixating on Hazbin since the first season just came out lmao! So please send requests! Love ya :)

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sardonic-the-writer · 3 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: let's misbehave—cole porter and others

↳ notes: the fact i don't even care for the show and this is my second fic. save me alastor. save me.

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• It had been something of a shock when you found out that the giant joke of a hotel up the street was housing one of your oldest friends

• Alastor and you had run into each other during one of his first years in hell. A time when people still felt brave enough to point and laugh at him on the street without fear of being slaughtered

• You weren’t anything important at the time. Not an overlord or anything of the sort; just a regular sinner that died unexpectedly ended up face first on the concrete. Nothing to bat an eye at, really

• But for some reason, Alastor had been curtious to you all the same. Maybe it was the apologetic tip of your head you offered after accidentally running into him, or perhaps something else. Whatever it may be, the two of you wasted no time becoming fast friends. As long as you didn't mind the gore or screams of terror that is.

• And decades later, there you were, knocking slowly on a grand front door to pay him a long overdue visit

• Charlie and the rest of the hotel guests had been positively floored when you showed up in modern clothes and an easy-going ‘hello’, looking nothing like any friend of the Radio Demon

• “There has to be something wrong with you!” Angel Dust exclaimed, peering down at you in a stripped pink suit as he stood slack jawed. “No way Al has a normal friend. I mean none of us do either, but Alastor??”

• You think they were just shocked that Alastor had a friend outside of other overlords. And one he wasn’t using to make a deal with, nonetheless

• Husk and Nifty were the only ones that seemed unaffected by you. Not surprising, considering that you had met them both on separate occasions

• It only took one look from Husk behind his bar before was hopping out of the booth, mumbling to you that he would go get his boss. You just chuckled as he left

• Alastor was quick to materialize from behind you mere seconds later, wearing one of his larger smiles

• “My old pal! Oh how wonderful it is to see you again! It has been too long, I must say. Too long indeed!” The powerful demon laughed good naturedly . He held a hand out to you, and shook your arm with vigor as you returned the notion

• “Good to hear your voice again.” You said honestly, and smiled slightly at the familiar static pouring from his speech. He always has a way with words. “But really Alastor. Redemption? What are you up to this time.”

• “Hah! You know me too well, my dear.” He smiled deviously, twirling his staff from hand to hand as Charlie’s expression formed an offended pout behind him. You ignored it in favor of laughing with Alastor

• The demon wasted no time ushering you around the hotel for a good old fashioned walk-and-talk. It had been so long since he had last truly seen you, and there was just so much to catch up on! Of course, his events were a bit more exciting, so to speak, than yours, but the point still stands

• “— and oh how absolutely wondrous her screams were!” He cooed to himself, curling a clawed hand around the top of his staff in mirth

• “Alastor, you know how much I love your storytelling," You hummed slowly. "But mind telling me a bit about this hotel instead? Like what exactly you're doing here?”

• “Oh right! Of course!" He cleared his throat. "It all started when I saw this horrendous advertisement in one of those blasted T.V windows —"

• "Hey!"

• Judging from the shocked gasp that could be heard from behind you, Charlie didn’t take that too well

• More visits were made to Hazbin Hotel over the coming months. The more you came, the longer you stayed. Sometimes, you would just listen in on Alastor’s broadcasts like old times, or take to sitting at the bar as everyone else ran around like their heads were on fire

• Which happened more than you'd like to admit

• In the meantime, you became acquainted with all types of new faces; from a trio of bizarre eggs to the lord of hell himself

• Alastor had been very cagey that day.

• "Great to meet you, sir. Charlie’s talked about you before, and it's very nice to put a face to the name." You said politely while taking one of Lucifer's hands in both of yours to shake it. He just grinned uncontrollably response and made star eyes at the thought of his daughter mentioning him

• "Alright I think that's enough for introductions!" An irritated voice rang from beside you, practically overflowing with an aggressive amount of static

• "Oh shut up Alastor. I'm shaking the king of hell's hand. Let me have this."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #angel dust #husker #sir pentious #vaggie #nifty #x reader #headcanons

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cherryrainn · 3 months

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husk x child reader that committed su1cid3?

KID .

; pairing ; husk & child! reader (platonic)

; note ; this is so sweet. i had so much fun writing this i love husk sm

; warnings ; mentions of suicide

you wandered into the hazbin hotel one day, a lost soul in a place meant for the damned. your little form stood out, and charlie welcomed you with open arms, her kindness wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

husk watched from his perch at the bar, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the sight of you. you chatted with charlie, your innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded you.

taking a deep breath, you made your way to the bar, your heart pounding in your chest. husk stood behind the counter, his sharp gaze fixed on the array of bottles lining the shelves.

you approached him cautiously, your steps hesitant as you climbed onto the stool in front of him. the worn leather creaked under your weight, a small echo in the vast expanse of the bar.

husk glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable. "whaddya want?" he grumbled, his voice rough with disinterest.

you swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. "can i... can i sit here?"

he shrugged. "suit yourself."

taking his cue, you settled onto the stool, your feet dangling above the floor. the silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken questions.

"what's your name?"

"husk."

"okay."

you stayed quiet for a while, until finally, you gathered the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "hi, husk."

he glanced at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "hey, kid."

you fidgeted with the edge of your shirt, searching for the right words. "i... i like it here. it's not so scary."

husk snorted, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "you think this place ain't scary? you got guts."

you shrugged, undeterred by his gruff demeanor. "well, it's better than where i was."

he raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to continue.

"you know, living," you replied, your voice carrying a weight beyond your years.

the weight of your words lingered in the air, settling into a heavy silence. husk furrowed his brow, a subtle confusion etching across his face.

he took a sip from his drink, contemplating the depth behind your simple statement.

then, it clicked.

you killed yourself. that's how you got here.

he understood, or at least he thought he did. it all pointed to a life that had become too much to bear. husk had been around long enough to recognize the signs, even if you hadn't explicitly said it.

his gaze softened, a mixture of sympathy and understanding. he didn't pry; he didn't ask for details. some things were better left unsaid.

you decided to break the stillness that hung in the air. "soo, how'd you end up here?"

husk leaned against the counter, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "well, i didn't exactly plan on ending up here. things just... happened."

you chuckled, finding solace in the simplicity of his response. "guess we both just stumbled into this place, huh?"

he grunted, a reluctant smirk playing on his lips. "guess so, kid."

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a-hazbin-soul · 20 days

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do some angst with the hazbin hotel characters? Like we get into an argument and they yell and notice we went silent, looking as if we were gonna break down into tears, IM SORRY I JUST LIVE FOR ANGST AHHH

Hazbin Hotel characters making their S/O cry

Alastor

He was preparing for tomorrow night's broadcast when he heard the door open.

He had been working on his radio broadcast and hotel things for the whole day. He was under so much stress and took it out on you.

"Darling, you know I've been in here all day. Is it that difficult to knock?! You know these things are important! Why must you interrupt me?!"

He didn't get an answer. You just slammed the door and ran out.

He felt terrible as soon as he saw sadness in your eyes.

He ran after you and hugged you, rubbing circles on your back and telling you how sorry he was.

Lucifer

He was very pissed at how much Alastor and Charlie got along.

He was working on his rubber ducks, not hearing you walk in.

He didn't know you were in the room until you hugged him from behind.

"What? What is it now?!" He shouted, dropping his rubber duck to the floor.

"Could you leave me alone for five minutes when you know I'm busy?!"

"Wow, fuck you!" You said before slamming the door and using your powers to get to the hotel.

Alastor opened the door to see you crying and brought you to the couch, giving you a hug.

You barely got the chance to finish telling Alastor what happened before Lucifer ran to you, crying and apologizing.

You were able to talk things out and agreed to be more open about feelings.

Sir Pentious

Pentious was working on a new invention. But, since he was trying to get redeemed, it couldn't be for evil.

He was trying to build things to help with the hotel. Right now, he was making something to lift Niffty up around the hotel.

You were trying to help while also keeping the egg bois under control, not realizing you were distracting him.

"Will you please stop already! You're supposed to be watching them, but you're just as annoying!!"

You had tears in your eyes as soon as you turned around.

"Fine!" You yelled before running off.

"That wasn't very nice, boss. You should apologize."

When Pentious saw you, you were sitting on the couch by the TV with Charlie hugging you.

"Y/N, may I speak with you? I would like to apologize."

You silently nodded, standing up next to him.

"I'm sorry, my dearest, can you ever forgive me?"

"As long as you promise to tell me what's wrong and how to properly help in the future."

He pulled you into a hug and wrapped his tail around you.

Husker

The bar was open way later than usual because Charlie decided to have an open house for the hotel.

Free drinks were pretty much a necessity when you're trying to lure in sinners.

Husk seemed fine/ his usual brand of grumpy.... Until he saw you talking and laughing with some guy and pulled you into an empty hallway.

"What the fuck was that? Did you really think I would be too busy to see you flirting like a whore?"

Even with tears in your eyes, you could tell he's been drinking vodka straight.

You pushed him away from you.

"That's my cousin, you asshole! He was asking me about the hotel."

You ran away, going right to the room you shared with Husk and trying to go to sleep.

Husk spent the rest of the party drinking water and eating a few snacks to fight the future hangover.

When you woke up, Husk had his wings and arms wrapped around you. He didn't even bother trying to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I was such an idiot and I hurt the best person who's ever been in my life. I freaked out about seeing you with someone else..... because I know I don't deserve you, and I don't want to lose you."

He was crying into your shoulder, and you pulled him into a hug.

"You couldn't lose me if you wanted to. Just remember, I love you more than anything, and I'd rather die again than lose you.

(A/N : This sucks ass and I'm sorry this took me so long. I hope you like it, though. )

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huskersbooze · 1 month

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Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-”

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

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You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

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[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words.

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured.

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

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She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

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[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

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The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

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rosemaryfollows · 3 months

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Not sure if you do NSFW, but can I request something with Adam? Like yandere toxic Adam who got jealous, some NSFW if you're feeling generous?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

|| synopsis : after embarrassing Adam, he decided you needed to learn a lesson ||

|| word count : 2.7k ||

[ the long awaited part two of Witness! please read Witness first for this one to make sense at the start! I hope that this meets your expectations dear readers and thank you, dear anon, for the request! <3 And as usual for my NSFW posts, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT thank you and good day X3c ]

[ requests are open as per usual! ]

[ cw: Adam being Adam, possessive behavior, angel!reader, NSFW below the cut, BARELY CONSENT, orgasm denial, tried to keep the reader as GN as best as i could :( , barely proofread </3 ]

Adam had finally finished icing your wrist, well, to his standards anyways. He stayed on his knees in front of you, looking up at you. His hands found their way into your hips, squeezing the flesh in such a loving manner. Your heart fluttered inside your chest, your wings fluttering in reply. Both of your hands had nestled in his hair, playing with the thick strands while you looked down at him, a smile very evident. Your heart was pulsing in your chest so heavy you feared for your ribs. Something about the moment felt so serene. Almost as if you were exactly where you were supposed to be, finding heaven in his eyes.

He stood slowly, placing a small kiss on your cheek as he towered over you again, his hands gripping your shoulders rather tightly. Still, he smiled down at you and eventually brought a hand up to trace your cheek with a finger. Like a fool, you had let your eyes close in the pure bliss surrounding the moment. In the short time you had been vulnerable, you felt a sharp hit land against your cheek, the force enough to make you stumble back. Both of your hands raced to hold your cheek, eyes opening with tears threatening to spill out as you now looked at the man who loomed above you.

"So that's how it's going to fuckin' be? You just get to, to come in and be all lovely and dovey with me, like some fucking, whore, only when we're alone?! Who, the fuck, do you think you are? I fucking own you, you stupid bitch." Adam started, taking a step closer to you, taking hold of your halo, tugging you forward a bit by it. A small cry fell past your lips as you looked up at him, little tears burning down your cheeks. "Adam that's not.. I didn't mean--" You started to speak, voice small and meek. Your hands pressed against his chest, trying to put space between the two of you again. He let out a loud, hearty laugh as he let your halo go, his hands getting thrown in the air.

"What bitch?! You didn't mean to what? It's some other guy isn't it? I fuckin' knew you were a damn slut. If it's that prick Lucifer--" He paused, taking a deep breath, running his hands down his face in frustration. "I swear to Satan I will fucking end you." He swallowed down more, unnerving laughter, you had stepped away from him again, now having a few feet between the two of you. You turned your back to him, looking out over the clouds, your wings puffing out in pure fear. "Oh what? You get a little fucking hurt and now you get to leave me? That's not how this works, tits." He growls out what he considered an affectionate nickname, taking a quick step towards you, grabbing both of your wings at the base, taking you to the ground. Your face made an almost sickening noise as it collided with the floor, your arms trying to catch yourself, but Adams' weight added on top of you was making it difficult. "I will tear these fucking wings off of you and keep you up here, to be a good little wife for me, unless you learn your lesson."

His knee had your back pinned in place, his grip tightening on your wings. Your heart beat was all you heard as a few gold spots appeared on the floor below your face, your nose leaking blood. Your heart seemed to stop as you felt him start to move down to the base of your wings, something mumbled how you were a fat bitch. You knew if you even thought about escape he would pull at them, potentially tearing them clean off. "Adam.. Please.. Please think about this..." Your voice was small, shaking as you tried to look over your shoulder at him. Trying to get him off of you, you looked around quickly, your thoughts racing wild. "We can, y'know.. but not... not on the floor." Was all you could muster, your arms still trying to push yourself up slightly. The innocence of your request made his angered mumbling pause for a moment.

As if he still had a pinch of good in his heart, he let out a grumpy sigh, standing up off of you, tugging you up off the floor by your wing. This action made you yelp, "Fine. Only because you won't be able to clean the floor when I'm done fucking you." His voice was low, almost primal as he dragged you further into what he called home. It was a lovely place, it was a shame he ruined it with all of his, Adam-ness. You let out small whimpers as he pulled you through the corridors by your all too sensitive wing. Tears slid down your cheeks as you followed him only half-heartedly. "Adam, please.. We don't have to do this again.." You tried, but your words only made him tug harder on the base of your wing. "Shut the fuck up.. You fucking.. You brought this upon yourself, by being such a whore! I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life, you're the only reason this shit is happening. Fuckin', Christ."

You let out a small, almost desperate whine, a silent prayer went through your head, the sudden light coming through a window made you have a false hope, your prayer for a savior had been answered! But as cruel as the mistress of fate was, it was just the sun, shining happily into the dark house. You turned your head to look at Adam, watching him open his door and shoving you into the room. This was the room you had offered your whole self to him in, the room where he confessed he loved you, the room you grew to love being in over time. "Get on the bed already, I'm not fucking waiting around. And you better not be fucking wearing anything." Adam would command, moving to the large windows in his room and opening the curtains, letting the sun glare in and reflect off of the white sheets and floors. This made you squint as you slowly shrugged off your clothes, crawling into the fairly large and soft bed.

He was a terrible man, you knew that, but when he ordered you about you felt your heart flutter inside your chest. The cold air in the room hugged your skin, making goosebumps pop up and down your skin, causing your wings to flutter. At the sound, he turned around and offered you a smile, it seemed warm, inviting almost. "There's my pretty fuckin' slut." He's mumble, crawling into the bed, not bothering to shed any of his layers as his hands run up your arms and his head dips down to leave a trail of gentle kisses on your neck. Your head was spinning. His words and actions were cruel, but his touch was just so soft, like he was hiding this side of him under layers and layers of constant betrayal and heartbreak.

That's what you wanted to think anyway.

Adam, was none of the kind words you described him as, he was unjust, a monster. Dare you even say a sinner. Here he was, giving you sweet and gentle kisses down your sternum, his left hand teasingly pinching and pulling at one of your nipples while his mouth suctioned to the other. But his words ran through your mind while you tried to remain composed. Still, your body betrayed the mind, your soft flesh reacting to every move he made. Your lower body shook in slight anticipation, hands trembling as you held onto his frame. "Adam.." You'd mumble out, eyes glazing over as you tried to look at him. He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch against your chest, his free hand running through your feathers, causing your wings to twitch and flare excitedly.

You let yourself relax finally, leaning into his touch. "Oh.. God.." You'd mumble, your eyes closing as you moved your hands to hold tight to his shoulder. "Mmm, name's Adam, but that works.." He'd chuckle against your skin, nipping lightly at you with his teeth. Your face turned a furious shade of red as you shook your head slightly, "Oh! You know what I.. what I meant.." Your voice was shaking as your spoke, your body twitching at every scrape of his teeth. Finally, as if answering your prayer, the hand that was preoccupying the other side of your chest slid down your midsection, leaving a trail of little hairs standing in its wake. His hand dipped down between your thighs, another laugh leaving him. "Damn babe, I toss ya around and call you names and you're fucking sopping! That's so pathetic.. and adorable." He hums and makes sure to spread some of your juices onto his hand, slowly teasing your most sensitive area.

You felt your thighs twitch as his touch, trying your hardest to close them around his hand as he teased and played with you. The softest of moans left your lips as he toyed with you, making him hum in delight, "Geez babe, I think this gets better ever time I fuck you, but of course it does, I'm fucking Adam. I'm the best dick you'll ever fuckin' get." He let out a laugh as he pulled back and looked over your face, now supporting himself up with his free hand. Finally with your wings left alone, they fluffed out completely and fluttered behind you, moving in time with your heavily beating heart. This made Adam laugh softly, still moving his hand ever so teasingly slow. "God, you're so fucking adorable. It's so pathetic how cute and whiny you are." Adam moved his hand to your hip, making you gasp softly at the lack of attention. "Hnmmm, Adam!" You'd whine, though in seconds he had you flipped over onto your stomach, positioning himself behind you as he pulled your hips up into his, letting you feel his erection against your ass.

"Tell me how much you want this dick, the original, tell me how much you fucking need my cock." He groans, rutting his hips against your soft skin. You let out needy little whimpers and whines, pushing back against him, trying to get any sort of friction. “Ohhhh..” You mumbled softly, pulling one of his pillows to your face and hiding away in it, needy tears filling your eyes, “I need it, Adam.. I need you, terribly.” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, Adam would give a little click of his tongue, “What was that, babes? I didn’t quite,” He paused, a solid smack landing against the back of your thigh, a bright red hand print showing up rather quick, “Diiiidn’t quite catch that!” He would let out this cruel laugh, his hands moving up to play and knead the flesh on your ass. This made your stomach do flips, your thighs shaking now after their sudden attention, “I need you! Terribly! Please Adam, please, oh god please..” Your voice would start to tremble nearing the end of your sentence, your voice dying down as small and desperate sobs bubbled out of your chest.

Adam would sigh and smile down at you, his hand sliding down your back and trailing over the base of your wings again, making you shiver and arch your back. At the sound of a zipper and cloth shuffling behind you, a grin spread across your face as you happily perked up your behind in wait. This made Adam laugh again, “Of course only my fuckin’ dick could make someone this ‘innocent’ act so shameless, nothing is better than the fuckin’ original!” He boasted, both of his hands again resting on your hips, letting you feel his hot length rest against your ass, this made your squirm as you tried to push him inside with little to no success. After watching you try for a few seconds, he decided to help, taking his cock into his hands and stuffing his favorite hole nice and full with little to no prep. His sudden action brought a long and drawn out yelp from you, your body twitching underneath him as he gave his own groan, "Fuckin, hell babe, just as tight as last time. You just never get old.. That's why you're all mine, mine to fuck, mine to use.. Whenever I fucking want, isn't that right? Fuckin-" He blabbered on like that for a while, massaging around your entrance while he spoke, occasionally giving a thrust or two, making you jolt forward and make those sweet sounds.

"Adam, please.." You'd interrupt his rant about how nice you felt around him, how much he loved you and how much he loved fucking you. He peered down at you, seemingly forgetting that you two were in the middle of having sex. "Oh yeah, fuck sorry babe." He would try and laugh it off, leaning down and placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, something he decided was more affectionate than anywhere else. A feeling of relief washed over you at his change in behavior, not wishing for him to revert back to his arrogant and selfish ways. “You’re hot as fuck yknow that? It’s fucking stupid how hot you are.” He would mumble, finally starting to thrust with a steady pace instead of whenever he felt like he wanted to.

It was almost relentless compared to the lackluster performance before you spoke up, his hips almost constantly meeting yours, loud and unfiltered whines and moans spilling out of your mouth. Adam grins to himself as he reached forward, taking your halo into his hands and tugging it slightly so you’d have to look up from the safety of his now tear and drool stained pillow. “That’s it, cunt. Let everyone in heaven know how good this dick is, no one gives it to you better than I do.” Your face would flush at his words, your hands gripping onto the pillow as if you’d fall from heaven if you let go. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten, crying out his name rather pathetically while he continued his almost torturous pace.

Adam felt your walls clench and pulse around his length, a cocky grin spreading across his face at the familiar feeling, "Close already? God damn how worked up were you? Maybe I should pull at you a little more often huh? Fuckin hell babe-" He let your halo go, your head falling right back into the pillow as your back arched in need. "Adam, oh fuckfuckfuck, Adam please 'm gonna, need't come, please oh god," You blabber breathlessly, pushing your hips back into him, trying to pull him to the same edge you were at. Adam was quick to pull out of you and listen to your pathetic little cries and pleads for him to come back and let you finish. The grin on his face never left as he pumped his hand around his cock for a minute longer, his seed spurting out onto your ass and back. The warm feeling on your skin made your whip your head around to look at him, and-

This asshole was getting off the bed and redressing himself, that shiteating grin never leaving his face as he watched you sit up and practically crawl to the edge of the bed, tears spilling down your cheeks, "Adam? Wha-? Where are you going?" You'd ask, your voice as sweet as can be, your jello like limbs barely holding your body up on their own. "Ha! Sorry babe, duty calls, toooootes forgot about this thing with Sera! But hey!" He moved to you and holds your face up in his hands, "Maybe you'll learn your fucking lesson for once. Be here when I get back unless you don't want this dick for a month. And I can go get plenty of puss besides you, don't fucking forget that babes." He grins and poked your nose with a small 'boop', plopping you back down on the bed before just leaving the room. From across the house you could hear a distant, 'Love ya tits! Can't wait to see whatcha make for dinner!'

What an asshole.

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tree0frog · 3 months

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Husk as a dad would be like

main master list

Hazabin hotel masterlist

dad Husk x teen reader

warning ~huskdust{i live for this ship},alcohol,death

request/matchup~open

so i think personally he gives off the I give a shit but doesn't want to show it vibe if you get me

Do you know what I mean

like he does care for you but has a hard time showing it

Angle is like a second dad to you * wink wink*

won't let you drink by drinking i mean anything that is 18+, my dear

he knows you like the back of his hand paw?

if you know how to play an instrument the two of you will rock out together

your rooms are right beside each other

will get pissed if a certain radio demon comes near you

you can't tell me Husk wouldn't be like "You get into a fight kid" and then follow it up with a "Did ya win"

if you did proud Dad right here everyone

isn't very good with the whole emotion thing but tries his best

can't cook for shit

he would tell you storys about his time on Earth and hell

will wake you up each morning

would defo have one of those spray bottles for when you didn't get up

its not uncommon for someone to find the two of you sleeping somewhere in the hotel after you had a bad day

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normansnt · 2 months

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For old times sake

Huskerdust x platonic!male!Overlord reader

Warnings: none I think

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"Hey Husk?" Called Angel as Husk was laying oh his chest fluff on the couch cuddling.

"Hmmm" answered Husk way too comfy to get actual words out.

"How come I know so little of the time you were an overlord" Asked Angel genuinely interested. Husk knew most of Angels past, however Angel barely knew anything, especially of the time he was an overlord at a casino. Hell he didn't even know which casino it was.

Husk froze when he registered the question.

"Well...*sigh* I dont like talking about it but I trust you, so you ready to go?" Said Husk while he stood up and offered his hand to his lover.

"Where we goin'?" Asked angel smiling slightly.

"To where I was most powerful" answered Husk seriously while he and Angel walked out hand in hand.

When Angel looked at the, nicely speaking, fucking massive casino. It was the most known casino in all of hell.

"Husk, THIS is the casino you owned??" Asked Angel.

"Yup" answered that cat shortly.

"I mean are you fucking kidding me? Honey thats the biggest casino in all of hell even the Vees look at it as something to be respected and feared."

"Well it wasn't that know when it was mine, the new owner did a good job." Husk's face was emotionless as they walked in and up some stairs.

"Is...the owner the new overlord who is the demon of gambling?" Asked Angel softly, not sure how his boyfriend will react.

"He is" still emotionless Angel could not figure out how his boyfriend felt right now.

At the end of the staircase was a hall where on the other side was a door that reached the ceiling. Two guards stood outside.

"Husk should we be here?" Asked Angel worried.

Husk grasped his hand and started walking towards the door calmly.

The guards opened the door without any questions.

That surprised Angel.

As they walked they saw a gorgeous office. It looked like an office from the Victorian period just a tad bit more modern. By the desk sat a young man who was reading over some papers in his hands. You.

Angel had a hard time believing the owner of the casino was this young but the way you were dressed gave it away. You wore a black turtleneck with matching suit pants and a grey trench coat over it.

When you looked up you had a bored expression on your face.

"Husk" You said without any emotions behind your voice.

"(Y/N)"

You stood up from your chair and walked over to the cat. Angel got more nervous by the second.

All of a sudden you and Husk started smiling and you two shook hands. For Angels surprise however it was not a formal handshake. It was one that shows deep trust.

"Husk, old buddy, I haven't seen you in ages hows death?" All of a sudden you had a lively voice and smiled big at Husk.

"Ohhh Is that your boyfriend, damn how did you pull him? Is he holding you hostage?"

You asked while looking at Angel still smiling.

Husk kicked you in the shin since you were taller than him and you cried out while holding your shin.

"Fuck Husk I was joking he is just really pretty, you know, unlike you." You said still holding your shin while Husk smirked, took Angels hand and led him over to the couch that was in your office. The spider looking at you concerned.

"Well, fuck you (Y/N)" said Husk smirking and pouring himself and Angel a drink from your drink cabinet.

"Yeah, yeah whatever old timer, how can I help you guys?"

"How are you guys on such a good terms, didn't you take his power?" Angel blurted out as the confusion got the best of him.

You sat down in your chair and put your elbows on the desk pouring yourself a drink.

"Oh, I have nothing to do with him loosing power that was all good 'ol Alastor I juts got to power after he left, hell he thought me half the shit I know."

"Ahh thats bullshit you were always smarter than me"

"Well I am now thats for sure" you smirked at the cat.

"Don't get too cocky now kid." He looked at you smirking back.

"Oh, how rude of me I'm sorry and you are?" You said looking at Angel.

"I'm Angel-"

"No, I don't care for your whore name I asked for your name, everyone Important to Husk is important to me and I'm happy that he finally found someone, however impossible that sounds."

"And who are you dating (Y/N)?"

Asked back Husk with a cocky smirk.

"Shut the fuck up let your boyfriend introduce himself." You said a bit red in the face.

"Just call me Anthony" he answered with a soft smile. He could barely believe it. You owned a casino a place which depends on sucking money out of people and you are an overlord. Just how in the flying fuck were you this nice?

"Alright Anthony, Husk what do I owe the pleasure of your visit."

"Well...my boyfriend wanted to know about my past as an overlord and since you were my apprentice who better to tell him than you."

"I mean apprentice is a strong word, but yeah we beat a lot of ass by those tables that's for sure. It was due to my brains and your experience." You smiled at those memories.

"Your boyfriend here was just as insufferable as he is now so" you smiled

"Watch it kid give your elders some respect" chuckled Husk. You laughed at that.

"Yeah, talking about elders how's the red radio?" You asked.

"Ehh the same jerk he always was."

"Yeah, you know he was here recently? Wanted my soul too. Too bad I won"

"I'm not surprised kid, I knew you were going to be big with that brain of yours, you know this guy has every kind of card deck memorized that exists." Pointed at you Husk.

"Wow, I wouldn't want to play a game against you thats for sure." Said Angel astonished.

"All right now, all right now, you guys are here to talk about Husk's past not me." You chuckled with a small blush.

"I'm glad to see you again Husk" you said sincerely.

"Yeah Its nice to be back but I ain't gonna play with you no more that's for sure"

"I know I know I wont ask that of you, im happy that I see you again is all, so I rase a toast, for old times sake" you said while raising your glass.

"For old times sake" answered Husk and put his glass up.

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Hellooo~

This is just something I wrote a long time ago but forgot to post but honestly I love it.

I think you guys can guess I'm a huge Huskerdust shipper😭

Anyways I hope yall liked it💗

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multi-fandom-imagine · 23 days

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A/n:Had to write this down before I pass out! But!

Imagine:

Being Adam's innocent, sweet little virgin wife that Adam just ignores because he put's all is attention on Lute. You're one of the vet few Angel's that agree with Charlie and you can't help but think

'If I can prove to him that Charlie is right then maybe he'll finally make love to you...he'll finally love you'

So you slip into hell, and that's when you meet Husk. You hate him at first, he crude, rude, he is nothing like you are used to in Heaven.

But then why is he so easy to talk too?

So one day when you sneak back into Heaven you find him...you find your husband holding her...he's never held you like that before.

Heart broken you fall into heaven and that's when you start to drink.

Now Husk doesn't mind...at first but the more he see's those tears run down your pretty face, he finds that he hates it, he hates it because the only thing he's hearing are your sobs not the laughter he's come to enjoy so much.

So Husk decides to cheer you up, he may look stupid but he doesn't care he just wants to see you smile again.

Maybe he sings you own little version of Loser baby but he can't help feel relieved to see your smile, to hear that laugh and then something unexpected happens.

You kiss him, and it doesn't just stop at a kiss because soon he's fucking you...no that's not right he's making love to you and it feels so good, it feels right to fall asleep in his arms.

Husk finally feels whole, he doesn't care that you were some pricks wife. For all he knew, Adam didn't deserve you, you were far too good for a man like him.

And Husk can't help but smile because you chose him to lose your virginity too, you stayed in hell over paradise.

He didn't feel like much of a loser anymore, not since you stepped into Hell.

And as for Adam, deep down he loved you and part of him must have known he should have treated you better but now he'll never know what could have been.

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urfavlarry · 2 months

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Overlord!Husk x fem!reader imagine

warnings: implied smut, bad grammar, fem!reader

Husk was sitting down in front of the stage he had at his casino. You, his wife was about to perform like you would usually do on fridays, the most busy days at the casino. The lights darkened and a spot light was aimed at you as the curtains opened to reveal you in a pretty red dress and black gloves that were up to your elbows. You blow Husk a kiss, he lifts up his glass of whiskey and downs it in one go, placing it down giving you his full attention.

After your lovely performance Husk walks backstage to your dressing room and knocks softly and opens the door. You sit at your vanity, fixing your makeup when you suddenly see your husband through the mirror. You smile and turn around greeting him; “Hello my love, enjoyed the performance?” He leand down to give you a kiss on the lips and cups your cheek in his hand. “Like aways, it was a breath taking performance, you never fail to make me fall in love with you all over again~” He says as he traces circles with his thumb around your cheek. You smile up at him, standing up so your face to face, noses just a few inches apart. Theres a comfortable silence in the room, Husk slowly lowering his arms down to your waist pulling you in for a kiss. You smile into the kiss and pull away for breath.

“How about we skip your second performance, and have some time for ourselves?” He smirks, leaving trials of kisses on your neck. “But darling the third performance starts in 20 minutes, we don’t have time.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck, breath hitching when he bites down on your neck.

“Oh darling don’t you worry, i’ll make you feel good in just 5 minutes~”

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aboyscriminalrecord · 14 days

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Hello! Well, I just thought up part 2 of Alastor X Stag/Buck Deer!Y/N sooo~

Charlie *nervous*: Alastor, I-I think it would be a good idea for you to join in with our trust exercises. It's been a week since our new guest had gotten here and you have stopped fighting them since. Maybe if you participated, you'd come away the bestest of friends!

Alastor *looking over to Charlie, currently with his antlers tangled with Y/Ns*: No need to worry, my dear. We're just participating in some friendly rough-housing! It's something all young deers instinctualy enjoy! And wasn't it your suggestion to 'bond over instincts', hmm?

Alastor: *looks back to Y/N, pushing his antlers more into theirs* However, if our new friend doesn't like it, I'm sure I can find something more complimentary to their *smiles wider* taste.

Y/N *clearly annoyed*: *Roughly pushes their antlers forward, pushing Alastor back slightly and untangling their antlers*

Alastor: *Looks confused and shocked before eyes dilate with ears and tail start wagging*

Y/N: *Yelps as Alastor nearly tackles them to the floor, shoving his now larger antlers back into theirs at full force*

Charlie: AL! NO!

Husk: *Looking over at Alastor repeatedly trying to get their antlers to lock* Now they've done it.

Angel: *Sipping his drink* What? They pushed him back, clearest 'fuck off' if ever I've seen one.

Husk: *Looking over to see Charlie trying to drag Y/N away from Alastor and failing* Yeah but they're both deers. As far as Al's concerned, they just flirted back.

Angel: So Al just thinks they're playing hard to get? *Putting his drink down with a sigh* Nature's fucking weird.

Lucifer: *Sitting crossed legged at the end of the bar* You can thank Gabriel for that. *mumbles* I always knew he was fucking weird. *Take loud sip of drink*

(And now that you confirmed that you take request for other characters, I got a funny Lucifer request lined up)

Bonus:

Lucifer: *Placing drink down and taking his hat off* Welp, okay. *Snaps fingers and deer ears and antlers appear on his head* I'm going to mess with them.

Charlie: DAD! NO!

Sorry abt how long this has taken me! Drawing hard 😔

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Hi pookie wookie, it would be awesome if you made a husk/alastor/lucifer x reader where the character is getting hit on, whether it be in a bar at a party etc, and keeps telling the person to back off, then reader gets all defensive. After the person leaves, reader and the character start going kiss kiss and then happy ever after

hello!! this was fun to write, i hope you enjoyed it ❣️

Warnings: Groping, Swearing, Mentions of Violence, Insecure!Lucifer

Husker

Partner Being Hit on Headcanons

Honestly, he trusts you, and knows you wouldn’t leave him for someone else, so he isn’t too scared.

He knows your strong and brave and can stand up for yourself when you need to, but he’ll step in if you need/want him too.

Don’t fret, He’ll watch from afar, but once he sees this guy start to grope you, that’s when the line is fucking crossed.

Husk will approach, putting his wing in between the both of you before, shooting him a glare, before muttering a rough ‘This one’s taken…’

When the guy walks off, he’ll peck your forehead, and tell you that you can always run to him if someone’s making you uncomfortable.

Alastor

Partner Being Hit on Headcanons

Let’s be real, the guy would be double dead before he even got to touch you

When Al sees this guy hitting on you, he’ll approach the conversation with a grin, wrapping a protective arm around your waist

When the guy asks how a guy like him pulled someone like you, Alastor just pulls you into an open mouthed kiss, as the guy walks off, Alastor grinning at his achievement.

Lucifer

Partner Being Hit on Headcanons

Despite Lucifer’s status as ‘Ruler of Hell’, I can guarantee you he is extremely insecure.

He won’t say much, unless the guy in question touches you, then their practically dead all over.

When he’s jealous, he’s clingy. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist and tuck his face in your neck, mumbling any excuse to leave.

But when the both of you get home, he’s pouty, he’s scared that you might find someone better and he’s still working on coming down from the high of being so anxious over that interaction.

So long as you openly communicate to him your not going anywhere and that you adore him and that guy has nothing on him, he’s set.

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A Dance in Death

Title: A Dance in Death

Pairing: Alastor x fem!reader

Word Count: ~3,927

In which Alastor takes the reader out to Mimzy’s club. Things go sideways much too soon, but the Radio Demon is quick to make amends.

A/N: This is a part 2 of sorts to my previous Alastor x reader fic, Doubt, but it can also be read as its own individual fic! Hope you enjoy :)

Mimzy’s speakeasy was most known for three things.

One, it was known for its captivating acts and performances. Demons and sinners from all around Pentagram City had heard stories and whispers about what could be experienced there. Two, it was known for being one of the most lively and entertaining places on this side of Hell. And three, it was known for being on the wrong side of town, making it the perfect place for no-good demons to spend their time and even do discrete business, so long as they paid their dues to Mimzy, of course.

That last point probably should have kept you away from this place. But you couldn’t help but feel safe knowing that you had come on the arm of the Radio Demon himself. After all, who would dare approach you with Alastor around?

Nobody, as it turned out. You and Alastor had been sitting in a corner booth for almost an hour now, and nobody had dared to come within ten feet of you, save for one unfortunate server who had graciously provided you both with your drinks before scurrying off and hiding, not coming back even once.

And although you enjoyed any time that you got to spend alone with Alastor, you couldn’t help but notice that the two of you were both on edge that night.

You, on one hand, simply wanted to dance. It wasn’t often that you were able to go to bars or speakeasies, and you would have loved nothing more than to lead the demon across from you on to the dancefloor. But you knew better than that. Alastor’s interest in you came with limits that you hadn’t yet discovered, but you’d be double-damned if you were going to find them out tonight.

Although you had to admit, as you gazed out longingly at the dancing demons on the floor, that you wouldn’t mind at least trying to share a drink and a conversation with your partner. But that wouldn’t happen until Mimzy finally decided to saunter over to your table.

Which led you to the reason for Alastor’s impatience.

The whole reason that he had invited you out tonight was because Mimzy had requested an audience with him at her place of business. To discuss what, you weren’t sure, but you knew that the Radio Demon hated to be kept waiting.

His impatience was starting to become evident, though it was likely that nobody around you noticed anything amiss. You, however, had become well versed in reading Alastor’s silent cues.

He had yet to touch his drink, though his clawed hand was firmly wrapped around the glass. He was surveying the building with apparent disinterest, but you could see the way that his sharp gaze roamed over each and every other demon and sinner present. You could see tension in the corners of his ever present smile, even though his eyes were hooded in an expression of mild boredom.

As you downed the last drops of your drink, you risked a glance over to Alastor once again. You had wanted to strike up a conversation since you had stepped foot through the door, but hadn’t wanted to distract him from his thoughts. But when his grip around the glass tightened once again, your internal war finally ended. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to have him suddenly lose his composure and bring the whole place to the ground.

You cleared your throat lightly as you placed your glass back down on the table. You received Alastor’s attention immediately, his eyes darting over to yours. “Yes, my dear?”

You smiled back at him. “Mimzy has a lot of nerve hyping this place up when it has such terrible customer service, doesn’t she?”

With no small amount of satisfaction, you noticed Alastor’s smile ease into something that almost resembled kind amusement. “Indeed,” Alastor hummed. “Though I must say, her choice in song is quite enjoyable.”

You shrugged, looking back at the dance floor. “It’s fine to dance to, I suppose. Not so much fun when you’re stuck sitting and waiting for someone to show up.”

There was no response. You returned your gaze to Alastor to see him looking at you almost curiously. “I wasn’t aware that you were one for dancing, my dear.”

A laugh bubbled up and pushed its way through your lips before you could stop it. You pressed your fingers to your lips to try and conceal it as Alastor tilted his head at you in confused interest.

At the sound of your laughter, his shadow suddenly perked up, quickly making its way over and sitting beside you.

When your giggle had finally subsided, you opened your mouth to respond to Alastor’s comment. It wasn’t completely his fault that he knew so little about your past life, after all, but you hadn’t expected that he, of all people, would make such blatant assumptions.

Before you could get a word out, though, the shadow placed a clawed hand under your chin, tilting your head to face it. Its fingers wandered until they reached the base of your throat before gently clawing their way back up, almost as if trying to coax another laugh out of you through touch alone.

It was so much more intimate than you had thought Alastor was capable of.

But then Alastor waved a hand in the air, summoning his shadow back to his side. It obeyed almost immediately, caressing your throat once more before melting back into the floor and returning to its rightful place.

You cleared your throat again, this time in an attempt to fight the red spots on your cheeks. Not that their presence had escaped Alastor’s notice. His smile had widened dramatically, though thankfully, he chose not to comment on the interaction, instead waiting for a response to his earlier comment.

“I do dance,” you finally replied, looking back up at the Overlord. “I used to dance plenty before…well, you know,” you said with a small grin. “I died.”

Alastor waved away your comment with a flourish. “Ah, yes, I do see how such a thing could impede on your abilities for a moment. Though, if I’m not mistaken, you now have two perfectly functioning legs.”

“But I haven’t been to a club since before I died. And there’s not much opportunity to show off my moves at the hotel,” you replied with a shrug. You tilted your head at the demon. “And you? Do you dance?”

The Overlord smiled wistfully. “Oh yes, I was quite known for my dancing abilities back in the land of the living.”

“I thought you were known for being a mass murdering radio host.”

Alastor shrugged, giving you a devious grin. “I’ve always been multitalented, my dear.”

You laughed again, this time trying to ignore the eager look you received from both Alastor and his shadow.

“You know,” you said slyly once you had calmed yourself, looking down at your empty glass. “I wouldn’t mind brushing up on my skills tonight after your meeting.” You looked up innocently, meeting Alastor’s eyes. “If you haven’t lost your impeccable skills, that is.”

The demon’s eyes flashed. “Careful, mon chere. I-”

“Alastor! How’re you doing, doll?”

You whipped your head around at the sound of the new voice. You stared as a short, blonde woman made her way across the floor, arms raised in welcome and a broad smile on her face.

Alastor, on the other hand, didn’t seem at all bothered as he greeted the woman. “Mimzy, dear,” he drawled, turning away from you. His smile stretched unnaturally. “You are extraordinarily late.”

The woman- Mimzy- waved her hand in indifference. “I’m busy running a business, Al, you know how it is. Can’t eva get anyone to do what you want without a bit of prodding.”

Her gaze slid over to you, eyes widening as her smile grew. “Say, Alastor, did you bring me a new toy?” Her eyes roamed over you slowly. “She’s a little dull, but I can spruce her right up.”

You suddenly felt very exposed.

You recoiled slightly, attempting to keep your movements unnoticeable as you pressed yourself further into the booth to get away from the Mimzy’s prying eyes.

You tried not to notice the way that other demons and sinners had begun to glance over at the sudden appearance of the bar’s owner. They aren’t looking at you, you told yourself. But you couldn’t help but take in Mimzy’s confident appearance and attitude, coupled with Alastor’s calm poise. You could see how the Mimzy could have mistaken you for one of Alastor’s wayward souls.

Almost as if it could sense your discomfort, Alastor’s shadow suddenly reared up and placed itself directly in front of you, blocking you from Mimzy’s line of sight.

“Unfortunately, Mimzy dear,” Alastor said from opposite you, though he avoided looking in your direction. “Charlie has grown quite attached to her little friend, and I doubt she would be thrilled to discover that I had allowed her to become a part of your…”

“Productions,” you piped up. Alastor’s shadow looked back at you in delight before shifting through the air to sit beside you once again.

“Precisely,” Alastor said.

Mimzy only shrugged, giving you a wink. “Well, I’m here if you change your mind, hun.”

She turned back to Alastor. “Let’s you and me talk for a bit, huh? I know this sorta thing ain’t really your cup of tea. I’ve got a room in the back that we can use. Your little doll will be alright on her own for a while, won’t she?”

At her words, Alastor finally turned to face you once again, his eyes roaming over your face for only a moment before he stood. “Of course. I never would have brought her otherwise.”

With that, he made to follow Mimzy without so much as a glance back in your direction. A move that he had made on purpose, you were sure. After all, it simply wouldn’t do to have others believe that the Radio Demon actually cared for someone.

Even so, you couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment as the two sinners walked away. From beside you, in the dim light that the club so generously provided, Alastor’s shadow placed its hand on yours comfortingly. You turned to face it with a smile. “At least I still have you.”

The shadow grinned, using its other hand to gently cradle your cheek, pulling you closer until your foreheads met. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling as your heart grew light. The shadow might not have been Alastor himself, but you had learned enough to know that it was heavily influenced by Alastor’s own thoughts, feelings, and commands. This was as close to affectionate that he would ever be with you.

Suddenly, the shadow’s touch left you.

You opened your eyes to see that it was nowhere to be seen.

“My, my,” a voice said from behind you. You jerked forward in surprise, spinning around to see a tall, winged imp casually leaning against the booth. He definitely hadn’t been in the building a few minutes ago, you noted.

The imp leaned forward. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

You flushed, glancing around to see if you could catch a glimpse of Alastor’s shadow. But it was as if it had never been beside you in the first place. Which would explain why the imp had decided to approach you at all. Nobody would have dared spoken to you if they knew that you were here with an Overlord.

You opened your mouth to tell him as much before you caught yourself, clamping your mouth shut. No matter how well Alastor’s conversation went with Mimzy, it was likely that he never would have danced with you anyway. There were too many eyes and ears here for him to let his guard down.

“You here alone?” the imp asked, trying his luck once more.

You fixed a smile on your face. If this was your only chance to dance, you were sure as Hell going to take it.

You stood, extending your hand in greeting. “Would you like to dance?”

The imp’s flirtatious smile changed to one of intrigue. “Straight to the point. I like it.”

You wiggled your fingers. “Are we going to dance, or what?”

The imp grinned, taking your hand and leading you on to the dance floor.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for when you and Alastor had come to Mimzy’s club, but you figured that it would at least be a decent substitute for something that you would never be able to have.

You felt your smile slipping as the pair of you began to move to the music.

You hated moments like these, when you realized that no matter what you did or how you felt, you would never be able to show your feelings for Alastor in public. It wasn’t just the fact that he disliked physical touch, which you had never faulted him for. It was the fact that as one of Hell’s most powerful Overlords, he felt the overwhelming need to keep up an appearance. One that did not, unfortunately, include you.

A gentle touch snapped you back to reality. “You alright?” the imp asked.

No, you weren’t. But you weren’t going to let that stop you from dancing.

You nodded, taking the imp’s hand in yours as you began to move to the music once again. “I’m fine.” You smirked. “Now, show me what you’ve got.”

~~~

If you were to later ask anyone at Mimzy’s speakeasy what had happened that night, you would probably receive a whole mix of stories.

Some would say that the Radio Demon had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his antlers growing and his bones cracking as he laid waste to the bar, presumably for fun or out of an unjust anger.

Others would say that he had come to seek some sort of revenge on a winged imp that had been spotted dancing before he suddenly disappeared, not to be seen again.

One specific witness, who shall remain nameless, would say that she had been speaking to an old friend about a business opportunity that he had foolishly taken no interest in. As she was speaking, a shadow had entered the room, whispering in its owner's ear. Her old friend had walked away from her, re-entering her bar, where he was met with the view of an imp dancing with the very woman that he had brought here in the first place.

The witness hadn’t even had time to blink before her friend had taken on his true demon form, batting people aside as if they were only flies before promptly picking up the imp dancing with the woman and melting into the shadows with him.

When her friend returned, he refused to say what he had done with the poor imp, though the witness had no trouble making a few assumptions. He had walked over to the women, gently taken her hand, and gave the witness a clipped farewell before vanishing with the women into the shadows.

It was a brutal display, even for the Radio Demon. If the witness had to guess, she would assume that perhaps the woman had something to do with the whole debacle.

Not that she would ever say so to anyone else, of course. She knew better.

You, however, had no trouble saying straight to Alastor’s face what you believed had happened.

“We were dancing, Al. It was harmless. If I’d needed your help, you would have known.”

“You would never have summoned me if he was threatening you, my dear.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. The two of you had been going back and forth like this ever since he had so graciously brought you back to the hotel from Mimzy’s bar.

You lifted your head and took a breath before continuing. “If he was threatening me, we probably wouldn’t have been just dancing.”

Alastor’s eyes flashed dangerously, his shadow rearing up and scowling in disgust.

You whirled around and pointed at the shadow. “And you. You went and told him that something bad was happening, didn’t you? You are a liar and a rat, my friend.”

At your words, the shadow suddenly shrank down in size and hid behind its owner, almost as if trying to avoid your accusatory glare.

Alastor, on the other hand, didn’t break eye contact. “He only meant to protect you, my dear, the way he was instructed to.”

“What did you think I would need protecting from, exactly? I can’t exactly die again, can I?”

“There are things far worse than a second death, my dear,” Alastor said with false sweetness.

He was right, you knew. You had almost been subjected to such a thing after your death, when you had sold your soul to the Vees. You still weren’t sure exactly how it had happened, but Alastor himself had found out about you and somehow saved you from a life of imprisonment and torture.

Not everyone was as lucky as you were.

But that wasn’t why you were upset.

As soon as Alastor had saved you from the Vees, you had been determined to help him even a fraction of the way that he had helped you. You owed him so much more than that, you knew, but it was the only thing that you could give. And so, from that moment forward, you had tried your very best to become a solid and stable presence for Alastor, unmoving in your trust in him and, hopefully, eventually something like a friend.

But tonight, you had done the exact opposite. To see the Radio Demon defend you was to know that he felt things like affection, or even something more than indifference. That wouldn’t do for his reputation at all, you knew, and you hated yourself for being the cause of it.

You sighed in defeat, crossing your arms over your chest in defense. “I know that,” you said, holding your position and glaring daggers at the Overlord. “But I also know that you risked a lot today by protecting me. I’m not worth losing your power over-”

You gasped as Alastor appeared directly in front of you, glaring intensely. He didn’t lift a finger, but you swore you could feel the heat of his gaze.

“I do hope you haven’t finally started to doubt me, my dear.”

“Never,” you promised, searching his gaze.

The Overlord stepped back, his stretched out smile immediately concealing his true feelings. “Wonderful,” he said. “Then we both understand that my power and status will forever remain.”

You nodded once before finally breaking eye contact, choosing to look down at the floor.

You could feel the anger seeping out of you slowly, replaced by embarrassment. Of course Alastor would never give up his power for you. Even if someone had truly seen the incident, it was unlikely that anyone would ever be able to use it to their advantage. You were talking about the Radio Demon himself, after all.

“You’re right,” you muttered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. “I made a foolish assumption.” You smiled to yourself. “I seem to be full of those today. I’m sorry.”

You were met with silence.

But before you could look up, you suddenly felt the cool touch of a shadow. It rested its hands against your cheeks, tilting your head up to make eye contact. It moved its thumbs in slow circles, leaning down until your foreheads were touching. It didn’t move any closer than that, but you knew that this was more than anyone else had ever received.

It was lovely.

But oh, how you wished it were really him.

The shadow stepped back, returning to its place beside its owner.

Alastor himself acted as though he hadn’t noticed the interaction at all, instead looking around your room as if seeing it for the first time.

“I do plan to maintain my powers, my dear,” Alastor repeated.

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, he pushed forward. “Although,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “I certainly wouldn’t mind losing a few souls to keep what is most certainly mine.”

He looked towards you then, his gaze hard, as if daring you to argue.

And you should have. You should have told him that you weren’t worth losing souls for. You should have told him that you only wanted to help him, never hinder him.

You should have done lots of things.

What you did do, however, was smile and duck your head to hide your rising blush.

You looked back up and extended your hand wordlessly.

Alastor looked down at it before glancing back up at you, his eyebrow raised in a silent question as his shadow looked on eagerly from behind him.

Your smile only widened. “I believe, good sir, that you owe me a dance.”

The shadow nearly leapt with excitement, rushing forward and taking your hand.

You laughed at its enthusiasm before Alastor stepped forward and waved his hand, whisking the shadow away and taking its place.

He placed his hand under yours, bringing your hand up to place a soft kiss on the back of your knuckles before releasing you and straightening. Slowly, he brought his claws to the base of your throat before gently dragging them back up until he reached your chin. He tilted your face up further to meet his gaze before dropping his hand down to yours once more.

With his other hand, he waved his staff, summoning a slow dance tune that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves.

You tried to ignore the heat in your cheeks and looked up curiously. “Didn’t you used to dance to songs that were a bit more lively?”

Alastor smiled gently down at you before summoning his shadow and surrendering his staff to it. “I did indeed, mon chere. But we aren’t exactly alive now, are we?”

You smiled back in agreement. “No, I suppose we’re not.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder as he placed his hand on your waist. He lowered his head down until your foreheads were touching and began swaying, taking you with him on his slow trek around your bedroom floor.

You couldn’t have asked for anything more.

~~~

If you asked anyone at the hotel what had happened in your room that night, you would receive a few different stories.

Angel Dust would have told you that the Radio Demon had suckered a poor woman into going out with him that night, and you were most likely getting it on.

Charlie would have told you that she hadn’t seen either Alastor or the hotel’s newest resident all evening, though she doubted that the two of you had gone off somewhere together. Right?

Husk would have told you that he felt sorry for the woman who had gotten caught in the Radio Demon’s line of sight. You were such a sweet thing, and you deserved so much better.

You would have simply smiled and shrugged, giving nothing away.

Nobody would have dared ask the Radio Demon, of course.

But if anyone had bothered to ask the shadows, they would have received a rather lovely story about two sinners who had found their peace, only for a moment, dancing in each other’s arms that night.

An Overlord and a sinner.

A woman and a man.

Two damned souls, finding home at last.

A/N 2: I didn’t get to proofread, but I hope you guys still enjoyed it! If you read the first fic (or even if you haven’t), I’m thinking of making another part where it’s platonic Angel Dust x reader and he finally gets to give her a makeover. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, I want to write more Alastor x reader (maybe a continuation of sorts, maybe not) so let me know if you guys want to be tagged in those!

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