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dazai-ritualist · 2 months

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GETTING CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT… LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE

— alastor + lucifer + vox getting caught with lipstick stains all over them…

— generally gn!reader. guys can wear lipstick too smh

hehe i got a new lip tint (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) maybe alastor’s part is a little self-projected

— alastor

alastor himself isn’t one for physical affection. in fact, the thought itself makes him feel dirty. someone else’s skin against his… eugh…

though, when it came to you, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself; hands clawing and playing with your hair, wrapping his arms around your neck, pinching your cute cheeks, holding your hand… it’s almost as if he’d double-die without you near!

and the only thing he’d enjoy more than that would be having his affection reciprocated; interlocking your arm with his, a surprise hug from behind, a kiss on the cheek, they are all more than appreciated! especially the thing about kissing…

a kiss from you is simply just exhilarating. the suddenness yet sweetness of it, it’s truly the purest form of love, regardless of if it’s familial, romantic, or platonic— it’s the purest expression of your love for another person.

so, just imagine alastor’s reaction to your new lipstick, strawberry red to give your lips a glossy color, yet still light enough to appear natural. the pretty hue of red complimenting your face features perfectly by giving it the color it needs as to not appear pale.

absolutely gorgeous. so confusing how a simple amount of color could make you look as if you were an angel from heaven itself. you quite literally took his breath away from just applying a new lipstick…

at some point, alastor had reached some sort of limit when he finally caved into his inner desires, bringing you to a secluded place in the hotel, his hands moving to your hips and hair.

he couldn’t wait any longer to place his lips on your’s, your lipstick smearing all over his thin lips. kissing him from his cheeks to his jawline, leaving light pink stains all over his skin.

he groaned at the feeling of wet lipstick all over his face, and at the same time reveled in the ways you are telling everyone that the only one who could see the radio demon in such a needy and doe-like state would be you; he’d be yours to fool around with, and yours to do however you’d see fit. just as you are his— no one else’s. the smeared lipstick on the side of your lips should send that as a statement enough to whatever lowlife hooligan would even attempt to sweep you off your feet.

when the two of you had returned, it was a strange sight to say the least… alastor’s face and jaw covered with pink lips, and you with your lipstick smudged and smeared off your lips, instead all over you neck.

“well, uh… you two look like ‘ya had lot’sa fun…” angel said monotonously, awkwardly trying to keep up conversation. “ohh, most certainly!” alastor grinned, his transatlantic accent popping through the radio static.

he knows he could’ve wiped it off… he has a handkerchief in his back pocket, he could’ve easily saved himself that awkward conversation.

but, he didn’t.

could you blame him? he wants all of hell to know that both you and him off-limits for good.

— lucifer

when many imagine the king of hell, it’s hard to think he’d be a social piranha. the same case had gone for you.

who knew lucifer was still as pure of heart as he was during his time in heaven? and who knew he’d fall for someone so easily after the sudden disappearance of his wife?

when he saw you, it was practically love at first sight! your big eyes, your shiny hair, and those big pretty lips of yours that he just wanted to kiss so badly…

he listened carefully as charlie introduced you to him, trying to remember every detail about you and every feature on your face, stuttering over his words once it was time to speak for himself.

and somehow, despite his meekness towards you and your awkwardness whenever he was around, you two ended up in a relationship— with the help of vaggie and charlie’s meddling in pushing you two together.

the two of you loved each other, of course… but it was always hard to express. the only way lucifer knew how to show his love was through his presence and gifts. he wasn’t hell’s greatest kisser, but he tries.

and, today— it was your 5 month anniversary… quite a long time, the hotel’s been good so far, no major threats other than one of cherri bomb’s occasional explosions. and because of how long it’s been, you decided to do something a little special… put on some relatively expensive clothes and make-up your face a little bit.

when lucifer saw you all dolled up, he was honestly a little stunned. lips as red as an apple, hair as soft as silk, the words were stuck in his mouth. “w- er- wow..! i’m not dressed up or anything— agh, this is awkward..” lucifer muttered. “hey, it’s ok… this was a surprise for you, y’know?” you said, comforting him slightly.

“you look… stunning today” he smiled, carefully putting down his anniversary present for you on his work desk, still wrapped in a red ribbon. he made his way to you, hands making their way to your cheeks to softly cup them as he gently leaned into you for a kiss.

he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding as you kissed his face all over, as if healing the wounds of his past with his present. his banishment into hell, lilith’s abandonment, they all didn’t matter anymore, you are the present and the future.

he wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug as he kissed your forehead, the residual lipstick from his lips smeared onto you.

lucifer laughed awkwardly before using his finger to carefully rub off the pink stains on your forehead. “haha… c’mon, i got a dinner reservation in the lust ring tonight…” he laughed, interlocking his arm with yours.

“don’t you wanna take off that lipstick on your face first?” you raised an eyebrow at him. “i mean… i dont minddd… so, it’s only if you wanna take if off” his eyes wandered, his cheeks growing flustered “hmm… nah. i want everyone to know you belong to me now.” you grinned mischievously.

and when the two of you walked out of the hotel lobby, charlie went to wish you a safe trip and happy anniversary before she noticed the stains on her dad’s face. “err… dad..? you gotta a little something there…” charlie muttered as she pointed all over his face. “ah..? yeah, i know” he laughed it off, proudly showing off to hell how hopelessly devoted he is to you.

— vox

vox was a busy man. from having many public appearances, to coming up with new ideas for voxtek, to putting out valentino’s temper tantrums, he barely had the time for romance.

barely. he loved you, truly. he keeps you dear to his heart, no matter how busy he’d be, vox would still make time for you late at night.

everyone had known you, why wouldn’t they? you’re the partner of one of the most influential overlords in hell, that’s a feat that is amazing to accomplish, dating vox in itself has made you into a sort of local celebrity; causing you to be invited to many galas, parties, and occasional raves.

and tonight happened to be the night of one of those parties. zestial had invited you to a formal dinner party, an all star guest list filled by many of the goetic princes, various overlords in hell, and other local hellborns such as verosika mayday.

“please, voxxx? just this once, it’s only like 3 hours!” you grumble as your apply a coat of ruby red over your lips, checking your appearance in the bathroom mirror. “i can’t.. i have a 5:00 with val and velvette, then after that, a board meeting about new gadgets to release…” vox groaned, already pissed about the day ahead.

“fine then, your loss.” you pouted, rolling your eyes as you left the bathroom and into the bedroom. “holy shit…” vox sighed out. “you look… really good, my love.” he walked over to you, his hands moving to your body, outlining the clothes’ stitching as he recognized it to be the one he had custom-made for you.

your hands rested on vox’s shoulders, forcibly making him lean over a bit before leaving various kiss stains all over his screen.

vox visibly tensed as his screen started glowing a bright teal, showing his clear embarrassment as pink smudges fogged his screen.

his breath heaved as his hands moved all around your body, desperate to find some kind of relief to his pent-up stress.

ending your kiss attack all too soon on his lips, you pulled away, your lips slightly pale now as you grinned at him. “spend the day looking like that and i’ll give you more after work” you winked, taking your belongings and leaving out the door, leaving a flustered vox in your bedroom, covered with lipstick stains.

“vox… the fuck is going on with your face?” velvette snarled. “it looks as if you got fucking mauled by a bear pretending to be a woman.” she yelled, her british accent making her trip over some consonants.

vox sighed, hearing valentino mutter some sort of dirty comparison of vox to a prostitute. “instead of focusing on me, why don’t you put your efforts into our agenda today?” vox frowned, his tone clearly saying that he’s holding himself back from releasing a flood of curses onto the two…

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Hey did you get my ask/request of Alastor and Wife!reader having an argument and Alastor says something horrible to her leaving him to have to make up for it?

I did, I just have a lot of stuff in my inbox

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being in the DOGHOUSE

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor doesn't mind fighting, likes to bicker with and irritate those around him as some strange show of dominance

But his wife is an exception, he hates fighting with his wife and goes to great lengths to avoid it

Despite his efforts, you two do still fight from time to time and he hates it, he tries so hard to reign in that cruel part of him

He doesn't really even remember what started the fight, probably something dangerous he did that upset you

Something like the Adam stunt

And he probably tried to brush it off, his pride not letting him admit that your fears were warranted

You were understandably getting worked up over his dismissal, and he was getting irritated that you wouldn't just drop it

Everyone else in the hotel had scattered and hidden the moment you two started to uncharacteristically raise your voices at each other

Angel had to grab Niffy to stop her from watching the entire argument play out

He just doesn't want to scare you with the idea of losing him, he wants to be your strong, invincible husband

It makes him uncomfortable that you see beyond the powerful overlord demon and instead zero in on the man beneath it all

"Darling, I would understand your fears if I hadn't come back to you in one piece, but I'm here. With you. Perfectly fine."

You could rip your hair out due to frustration, almost in tears, how could he not understand how you felt?

"Alastor! That's not the point! You can't be so reckless! It's not just you that you have to worry about anymore! You have a wife! You have to live and be safe for me!"

He fears a pang of anger over being told what to do, rage and irritation over the unintentional reminder of his failure to win

Which makes his mind wander to his deal, his fucking leash

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying

"If I knew that everything I do had to be approved by you then, I would've rethought this whole marriage ordeal."

Alastor regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, his ears folding back at the sight of your hurt expression

Your eyes have tears in them but you're doing your best to hold them in, turning on your heel to leave the room

"Wait-Darling, I didn't-"

"Just...give me some space, Alastor."

He regrets it so much, watching you walk away from him when he should be begging for forgiveness

He hates seeing you so upset but he hates being the reason for it even more

Alastor tries to give you the space you asked for, but it's difficult when all he wants to do is make up with you already

But he also doesn't want to actually talk about what happened

So he breaks fairly easily when he sees you again, coming up behind you and hugging you

Only to be shrugged off when he goes for a small kiss, left with a sinking feeling in his stomach

"I said to give me space, I'm not ready to talk to you yet."

Normally, Alastor loves it when you're cruel and cold, finds it a little hot, but when it's aimed at him? He hates it so fucking much

Literally looks like a kicked puppy when you walk away from him again, Charlie and Vaggie looking at anything but him

"You know what, Charlie? I do see that crack in the wall!"

He tries again later, sitting next to you and trying to wrap an arm around your shoulders while the radio bursts to life with a love song

Only to be rewarded with an ill hidden sniffle and you immediately getting up to walk away from him

"If you're not going to apologize and have a genuine conversation with me then don't even bother."

It's driving Alastor crazy not being able to be with you, to not be able to properly make up with you

But he still doesn't want to admit he messed up or have that uncomfortable conversation with you

So he tries lavish gifts and other romantic gestures that all get rejected or given to Niffty to do whatever she wants with them

"Yay!! I'm going to poison these and give them to the mother bugs!!"

Okay...maybe Angel should have these...

Alastor is starting to understand that he can't just gloss over this one

He understands it a little more later that night when you go to bed without him, and he's left too nervous to follow after you

Several hours into the night, the guilt eats at him and he breaks, sneaking into the bedroom

You're awake, your eyes red rimmed from crying but you manage to give him a glare before turning your back to him

"Darling, I believe I owe you an apology..."

The way your tense body relaxes is all he needs, crawling into bed with you and pulling you to his chest

It's a difficult pill for him to swallow, so it's easier for him to have these conversations with you like this

He doesn't want you to see his weakness even when he's laying it out for you

Luckily, Alastor is good with his words and you're willing to listen now that an apology is on the table

It's a long conversation that leaves you both sleepless and emotional in each other's arms

But things are settled and Alastor is forgiven, happy to be back in your good graces

He tried to be strong and hold himself back, he really did... but being without the warmth of your love was torture for him

It was a rough couple of hours for him

HA WHIPPED

"Angel, shut the fuck up before you get yourself killed!"

He's extra clingy and romantic with you for DAYS afterwards, making everyone else at the hotel practically nauseous

Except for Charlie, of course, she loves it

He's just so relieved that you've forgiven him, still disgusted with himself for even saying what he said

Asks you for yet another kiss that morning before Husk finally walks away, annoyed by Alastor's neediness

You don't mind your husband's clingy antics, enjoying the extra attention he's giving you

You should get mad at him more often

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cherubfae · 2 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you write Hazbin Hotel x Reader. And the Hazbin Hotel characters would comfort a reader who is dealing with a panic attack

Hiya! I do write for Hazbin, haha. In fact that's all I've been writing for lately! My requests just happen to be mostly Angel Dust. The other characters need love too 😭😭 I love Angel but I don't wanna get burnt out on writing just him either. Thanks for your request! Hope you enjoy!

panic attack || hazbin x reader

With Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, and Vox

tags: fluff, gn pronouns used, implied masc!reader for Angel, implied afab/fem!reader for Vaggie, comfort, mentions of anxiety, established relationships

Alastor

Soft static crackles in his throat, neck tilting at an awkward angle. You sat on the front lobby sofa, turned away from him while covering your ears with your hands. He's never seen you like this before. "Are you alright, my dear?" When he receives no reply, his static increases. Why won't you look at him?

Kneeling in front of you, he's taken aback by your facial expression. A dreaded frown has replaced your beautiful smile, tears streaming down your cheeks, and you're absolutely trembling. What has happened? Has someone hurt you? Tell him who.

Alastor isn't quite sure what to do. He could usually say something nice to Charlie and she'd perk right up, but you aren't her. You're his darling, his sweet rose. And he hates seeing you unhappy. Lifting you into his arms, he dissolves into smoke and shadow to reappear in his tower. He places you down on the bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. Clawed hands gently tug your own from your face, wiping away your tears.

"Tell me what I can do." Alastor whispers, a desperate twinge edged in his words. "I am here." He's gonna try his best to cheer you up. Playing some classical light jazz on his gramophone, humming and tapping his shoes. If you're lucky, he might even dance for you once you've calmed down.

Lucifer

Gentle hands cup your cheeks, thumbs soothing against your skin. He's breathing with you, encouraging you to follow his example. "Remember sweetheart, do the three three three rule." Lucifer whispers softly. "Tell me three objects, three sounds, and move three body parts." Your teary eyes wander his frame, touching his hands, his cheeks, and then finally his lips.

Kissing your fingertips softly, Lucifer never once ceased his gentle touches. A soft reminder that he's always close by.

Charlie

Oh, no! Oh no, no no! Okay! She knows what to do! Her Dad taught her how to do this when things felt too loud. Carefully, she cups your face making you meet her eyes. "What three objects do you see around your room, sweetie? Can you tell me?" Her voice is soft. Her warm body presses close to yours, her hand sliding down your arm to take your hand.

"Good, yes." She breathes. "Light, bed, and stuffed animals. Very good, honey." Charlie encourages gently, nuzzling your cheek with her nose. She pulls up your softest blanket around your shoulders and hugs you to her chest. When you've perked up a little, Vaggie is quick to suggest relaxation. "How about a nap, hmm?"

Vaggie

Carefully, she approached you from behind. Her hands, cold like ice, gently press to the back of your neck and begin to soothe and work any tight knots at the base of your neck and shoulders. She hums a soft tune, an old lullaby that was sung to her when she was little. It brought her comfort and she hoped its comfort would find you too.

"There you are, take it easy, love." Pressing a kiss to your temple, her hands comb through your hair. "I can run a bath, if you'd like? Might feel good." She wipes a stray tear from your eye, smiling as you squeeze her hands softly nodding. "Yeah? Alright, let's go, love."

Angel Dust

He knows that look well, he's seen it on his own face many times. Angel's first instinct is to bring you somewhere quieter and less populated. Crowds and loud noises overwhelm him when he's already feeling too emotionally overstimulated. Angel will sit with you as long as you need, holding your hand until you calm down. He'll gather whatever comforts he's able to grab, heck, he'd even ask Charlie for help if he felt really stuck and unsure of what to do.

"I didn't know what to get and so I asked Charlie, and she, well," he laughs softly. "Gave me one of everything. Chocolate, popcorn, chips, soda, juice, a face mask-- shit she really went full-out! These are luxury bath robes?!"

Husk

If there's something Husk understands it's that being a bartender you see people in all sorts of states in their lives. Happy, sad, depressed, divorced dad listening to rock music; he's seen it all.

So when you're on the verge of an anxiety attack, Husk drops everything and quickly approaches you, kneeling down to your height. His paw slips into your hand, allowing you to squeeze it, his other hand stroking your hair and pulling you to lean into his soft fluff.

"Easy there, tiger. Focus on your breathing, that's it." His deep voice rumbled against your skin. "That's it, kid. Keep on breathing for me, sweetheart." He nuzzles you gently. Husk may start purring too, as a cat's purr has been known to calm someone down.

Vox

To be honest, he's not quite sure what to do. Seeing you start to panic would probably make him panic a bit. He will approach you slowly, arms raised up almost defensively with his palms facing upwards. Is it okay for him to touch you? Yeah? "Okay, darlin', c'mere." Voxy's gotcha. Breathe in and out, in and out.

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Vox will bring you to a quiet, dark room, curtains drawn shut for you to rest and recover. His display screen is the only low light provided. Tucking you in, Vox will sit curl up behind you and carefully stroke your hair. Want him to play one of those black screen meditation videos? Whale sounds? He certainly will for you. "Try to get some rest, baby. That's all that matters right now."

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ohdeerfully · 3 months

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Requests? I got you 😌

Reader who made a deal with Alastor, be his informant, and he'll provide aid when needed. And reader was damn good at holding up their end of the deal, while Alastor hasn't really needed to uphold his since aid hasn't been asked for.

So what might happen when his dear little informant hasn't came back from gathering info on the Vee's?

EATING IT UP idk i love this kind of stuff thank you so much. im making this a two-parter! it was getting kinda long and i wanted to get something posted (:

Your Half of the Deal (i)

Alastor x Reader part i part ii part iii TW: kidnapping, cursing, alastor is manipulative (per usual), alastor is in denial if you want to be tagged in the next part, let me know! ═══ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ═══

Deals with Alastor were, for a lack of better words, a big deal. Not something to mess around with. His twisted nature allowed him to create so many loopholes for himself, forcing one to do more than what they bargained him for. It was unfair, but that’s what happens when you make a deal with the Radio Demon.

You weren’t as lucky as the other demons at the hotel, not receiving the typical advice Vaggie debriefed any newcomer. Alastor got to you first. He got you soon after you fell into Hell, before you even knew exactly what was going on or the whole ‘soul’ thing.

“My,” A light voice cooed from the shadows, causing you to jerk your head up. Your ass still stung from the tumble you took after falling down into god knows where. You were curled up in a dark, moldy corner, a brief respite from all the freaks that you kept running into. Your fingers–no, claws?--still aches after defending yourself from a pair of spiked thugs.

“What a poor sight. How dreadful!” He continued. You could barely make out the form of the speaker. You just knew he was tall. With blazing red eyes. His voice had a radio-like filter over it, with a general low frequency humming around himself during the silence.

He had seen you, a new fallen demon, fight yourself away from those two earlier, a wild look in your eye. How it pleased him, seeing that look somebody gets when they are desperate for their life. But you, in particular, piqued his interest. To be able to acclimate to a new body, in a new place, and fight for your life at the drop of your hat.

You seemed capable, and he liked that. He knew you were naive, fresh meat always was. And he liked that.

You had yet to speak, only looking up at him from your fetal position. But he could tell you were tense and ready to spring, if need be. He played a grin on his face and leaned down closer to you.

“Oh, how rude of me! I’m Alastor,” He held his hand out to you from his bent over position. You shook his hand cautiously. “I saw that scuffle earlier, and dear if I may say, you fight like a wild tigress.”

You quirked your brow at this comment. “Thanks,” You replied plainly. “(Y/N).” You didn’t want to talk right now. But, you were at least glad to see a face that didn’t immediately go through your throat.

Alastor, of course, didn’t go after those of the ‘fairer means,’ as he would put it. At least, not in a violent way. He was all for the typical manipulation.

“Even still, a fair lady such as yourself needs someone to protect her! And,” He stood up straight again, a dangerous glint in your eye. “For a price, I could be at your beck and call.”

“A price..?” You responded weakly. You had to admit, seeing this tall, confident man in front of you did seem to put you at ease. He seemed kind. And it wouldn’t hurt to have some help, if there were more creatures wanting to attack you.

“Your soul!” He said, all too cheerfully. Your mouth dried up at this. With everything that has happened to you so far, you had a hunch that the term ‘soul’ actually carried meaning in this place. But, how much..? Was it worth the protection he promised?

“More like a mutual contract, really! Mutual benefactors!” Alastor lied, seeing that hesitance in your expression. “I get your soul, you do what I ask, and I protect you! Simple enough.”

The expression he held, with that tall grin of his, didn’t do much to calm your nerves. As chipper as he seemed, there was something to it. Something more, but you couldn’t quite tell.

“Deal?”

His glowing eyes seemed to darken as he squinted them in anticipation, his smile somehow growing wider. The static in the air seemed to crackle with more energy, almost violently, as you considered his hand that he had held out. There was an ominous aura that made your skin crawl.

Ah, what the hell. Flashes of those thugs from earlier was enough to put you on your feet. You could only imagine the other shit that lived in this place, and had a feeling they were the bottom of the barrel. You had only just managed to get away from them.

You made eye contact for a couple of seconds, the prickling sensation on your skin becoming harsher and more aggravating the closer you stepped to him. You grabbed his hand.

You were thinking about your unlucky situation–which you often did in your free time–as you gave yourself a onceover in the mirror, black eyes examining your tight outfit. A little spy getup–a little stereotypical, something you would definitely see in the movies. But, hey, it never failed you.

Thinking back, you could tell now that his words and smile were filled with deceit and manipulation. You often got pissed at yourself for how naive you were. You hadn’t even called on him once since then, and you’ve been stuck as his little pet for nearly four months now. He runs you around like a doll in a big playhouse, sending you this way and that to get intellect from his various enemies.

“I’m much too popular to be roaming in those areas!” He had claimed when you questioned why he, the Radio Demon, couldn’t just do it himself. “Demons flee at the sight of me. The Vee’s would see me from a mile away.” You had a suspicion that he just didn’t want to be seen in public making such a petty fuss over his television rival.

There was no point in dwelling on it, but you couldn’t help the occasional feeling of regret that twinged your chest when you thought too long. You were stuck as his, whether you liked it or not.

Slicking back your hair, you finalized your sleek outfit. Another day of being thrown into precarious situations by that red asshole. It was becoming a weekly thing, with Alastor requesting more and more information, especially from those Vee’s he hated so much. In fact, now that you thought about it, they were the only demons you snuck by. How obsessed they were with each other.

It was no easy task, getting through the security of that place. In fact, it was nearly impossible, seemingly getting harder every time. You had a cautious feeling that they knew what you were up to, and kept falling short of catching or stopping you. There were cameras pointed in every direction, every angle, in the highest quality imaginable. Every trip left your heart racing with adrenaline.

“On your way now, are you?” Alastor asked coyly. He waited for you at the entrance to the hotel, a glint in his eyes. Oh, how he loved playing with you like this. Watching you bend and break for him. He loved it. And you hated him for it.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll get killed this time,” You said snidely, referencing the increasing danger of each trip. “Wouldn’t that be a treat for me.” You said this in a whisper, but Alastor still heard.

He bent at the waist to be eye level with you, that sinister grin of his lowering slightly. It seemed he had wanted to say something, his teeth parting for a moment before closing again. His grin perked back up and he straightened himself into a stand. He simply reached out and patted your head.

“Now, don’t go out with that kind of mindset! Why, you know our deal!” His lips curled in reference to the rather one-sided promise you made each other. To be honest, considering you never had to call for Alastor’s aid, you weren’t even comforted by the notion. Who’s to say he even shows up? How will he even know if you need help?

Alastor stepped towards you, his hands flapping as he shooed you out of the door. “The night is only so long! Go along!”

So, now you’re here. Tucked behind a corner near the Vee’s residence. There were cameras everywhere, obviously, and you swore you saw more than last time. What point does Alastor even have, making you come here so often? What more could he want? You knew him and Vox were rivals, but it wasn’t like Alastor didn’t know how to take care of the TV-head.

You had a sick feeling that Alastor just enjoyed making you do bullshit for him like this, and didn’t care much for the actual information. The thought drew a sneer on your face. If you weren’t literally soul bound to this guy, you would probably just let yourself get caught and likely killed on the spot. But, of course, your deal made that dream impossible.

With a couple hops on your toes, you began your brisk walk towards the back of the manor. You were hyper aware of all the cameras, and hoped that your dark outfit helped blend with the shadows.

However, the second you lifted a window and stepped foot into the building, lights flashed and an alarm rang. Fuck.

The television demon himself got to you surprisingly fast. As if he had been waiting. Which, honestly, wouldn’t have surprised you. You briefly wondered why it took them so long to have an alarm system in the first place, and began frantically looking for a way out. The window behind you had shut and locked. The hallway was incredibly narrow and Vox stood in the way.

Fuck it, you made a mad dash for the Overlord, hoping to catch him off guard. You raised a clawed hand and swiped at his television head. A pointless attack, you realize, as the screen nearly flickered for a moment; his wide, pixelated grin staring into you. Before you could move again, his arm tightly gripped at your throat. You felt an electrifying sensation, stinging through every nerve, and blacked out.

“Heyy, Al?” Charlie’s voice rang through the doorway of Alastor’s radio tower. “Have you seen (Y/N)..? She was supposed to help with some decorations.” She had opened the door without warning.

He paced back and forth in thought, gripping the top of his cane with one hand and tapping the end of it in his other. He didn’t respond to Charlie, but the question did ring in his head over and over. You hadn’t come back from the night before. You always came back before the day broke.

He didn’t know the feeling that stirred in his chest as he watched the minutes pass by. The hours pass by. All without a sight of you. He never thought to keep watch as you worked, refraining from sending his shadow to spy on the spy, as he always saw you as capable enough.

Besides, he thought to himself. What a waste of my time that would be. Fretting over a single demon.

“Alastor,” Charlie said again. He craned his neck to her, stopping his train of thought. His grin had a strain to it and his nose wrinkled in aggravation. Why was she in his space? He hated intrusions.

“What?” He said bluntly.

“(Y/N)?” She spoke your name again, hoping to prompt some conversation out of the Radio demon with the implied question.

Alastor composed himself, acting unphased by the… worry? That he felt. “Why would I know where she is? I take care of this hotel, but not so much the residents.” It was a true enough statement, as he preferred just watching the demons Charlie try desperately to rehabilitate and fail miserably every day.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” He interrupted Charlie before she could say anything, her mouth hanging open and words dying on her tongue. He briskly turned on his feet and walked towards her, standing at the doorway. “I would prefer you knock next time.” He shut the door on her.

He couldn’t handle the heavy feeling that threatened his lungs as he thought about what was happening at the Vee’s residence.

Did he really care to go out, risk a scene, risk the intel, just to get you? To make sure you were okay?

Yeah. He had to. He hated that feeling in his chest, especially as it just grew heavier and more overwhelming. He just chalked it up to the deal he had made with you putting a pressure on his own soul to hurry up and deal with it. But he couldn’t help the tightness that consumed him when he thought about what you were doing in that place. Or what they were doing to you. He brushed the emotion aside, trying his best to ignore it.

He argued with himself that yeah, he was only going because of that deal he had made. No, no way did he have a soft spot for you. No way in Hell. He was just doing this to hold up his deal. Yeah.

With a heavy sigh and a twitch at the corners of his lips, he brushed his talon-like fingers through the fringe of his hair, pushing it back before letting it fall into place again. He tried to maintain a leisurely composure, but a wild glint in his eye was proof enough that he was stressed out.

Best to get this over with. He had a deal to uphold. He opted for the faster route, melting into his shadow.

part ii part iii

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cespugliodifiori · 3 months

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[Sooo i’ve recently watched Hazbin Hotel and the character Alastor has caught my eye 😭 like i’m so obsessed with him that it isn’t funny anymore- But anyways i’ve thought about some head-cannons for him(they might not be accurate and english isn’t my first language so if you find grammatical errors i sincerely apologize) THE END IS ANGSTY (sorry i just had to, i added a ‘dangerously yours’ reference)]

How would Alastor express his “love” for you

• The first time you met him he actually freaked you the fuck out, i mean he had that big smile on his face ALL THE TIME, it was creepy. But after a few days he won you over with his ‘personality’.

• I think that he isn’t the type to have a serious relationship with someone, but he would rather have a ‘soft’ spot for you.

• Sometimes he would open the door for you, if he’s ahead of you, but one time he walked faster than you so he could reach out for the door first and say “Ladies first!”.

• One time, while Niffty was playing with your hair (or horns if your oc has horns) you were doing a crossword. When suddenly Alastor sat down next to you and helped you with some words, since his vocabulary is much more expanded than yours.

• He would definitely keep your tea warm if you’re having a conversation with someone and forget to drink it, while he’s around.

• You always wondered why would he do these little things for you, he still made you somewhat uncomfortable when he’s around but that’s just the aura he gives off, right?.

• One time, while you were sitting in the small bar of the hotel, you were eating cookies and milk for breakfast, when accidentally a cookie fell in the mug and you were about to get a spoon, but Alastor used his magic to pick up the cookie, you were weirded out at first and looked at him suspicious but he only smiled at you, “when did he get here?” you thought while munching on the cookie.

• It actually made him smile more when he saw you laughing at his sassiness or at one of his jokes.

• You found his deer ears to be entertaining, of course you didn’t dare to touch them, but time to time he would make them move (like letting them react to noises yk-) just to see a little smile on your face.

• Sometimes you would listen to him on the radio, it seemed like he always knew when you were listening to him, so he would always be extra sassy.

• He would call you “my dear” “sweetheart” “honey” “little one” “my fawn”

• He would make Jambalaya for you

• One time, Charlie putted on some music to make the hotel less depressing than it already was, a Jazz song came on and you noticed that Alastor looked up from the journal he was reading, it was a song from ‘Frank Sinatra’ named ‘It had to be you’. You were looking at Charlie dancing and laughing with Vaggie they were so cute together!. Suddenly, you felt a poke on your right shoulder and looked but there was nobody there, when you looked back Alastor was in front of you. “Hey” you said smiling kinda freaked out but shrugged it off “Care to dance?” he stretched out his hand, you were a bit unsure since the rumors said that he didn’t like to be touched, but he wouldn’t have offered then, right? “Sure” you spoke while taking his hand, his gloves feeling cold as ever and he took you on the ‘dance floor’. Charlie was surprised but happy that you and Alastor were getting along, she seemed excited!. It was the best dance you’ve ever had.

• When Husk pointed out that you would always get the princess treatment with Alastor, you tried to disapprove “it’s not that, he’s just kind sometimes” “oh really? how can you not see that you’re literally the favorite among all of us!” you shrugged it off, and said “well take example Charlie! He treats her like she’s his child” you said in your defense, and Husk rolled his eyes “it’s not the same.” “where are you trying to get with this talk??” you looked at him while he was cleaning a glass “i just… don’t let your guard down. You already know what he’s capable of” you looked at him with concerned eyes, he was scared that you’ll end up like him “don’t worry i won’t” you reassured him with a smile, and he seemed a bit more relaxed. (of course this happened when Alastor was busy)

• After the conversation with Husk, you kept your distance, you only knew him for two and a half weeks and it seemed like he knew you already for his whole life. A few days have passed and one day you decided to stay in your room all day. You were reading a book, your mind was a mess you weren’t even actually reading. Suddenly a radio static could be heard, your eyes looked up and met his red ones, your heart began to beat faster. You gulped and said, looking away “can you leave, please?” his radio static stopped for a second and he didn’t say anything, his look could tell you already that he wasn’t going to. You got out of your bed and went to open the door “please go…” your voice cracked “what is it? what’s wrong my dear?” his radio voice was somewhat soft but his eyes were cold as ever, you held on the knob tightly than before “you know nothing about me, you’ve known me only for 3 weeks!” before you could add anything else he uttered “3 weeks?” he spoke your name softly and added “i’ve known you all my life” he gestured, his smile getting bigger, while his radio voice began to malfunction, he started to get a bit irritated “all your life?” you said in disbelief, you closed the door and stood in front of him “it’s true!” he stated “when i heard beautiful music, i thought: she likes that” “oh please stop!, don’t think i know that you just want me to sell my soul to you!” he stopped and looked away, the radio static stopping for a second and resuming, it looked like he was thinking of what to say. Your heart sank “…is it true?” he had that stupid smile on his face, he kept his hands behind his back holding his cane tightly. He quickly regained composure, he’s shown you enough of his desperate side and spoke “no, my dear of course not, why would i fool you?” you were about to tell him of the conversation with Husk but you decided that it would worsen things “maybe because you’re the ‘radio demon’?” he laughed, his shoulder moving up and down as he did “oh sweetheart, don’t you get it?” he cupped your cheeks and looked down at you “if i ever wanted to take your soul i would’ve done it already!” he said his pupils becoming radio dials for a quick second, that freaked you out and he just laughed it off “smile my dear! you’re never fully dressed without a smile” he stretched out your lips before pulling away “want some Jambalaya?” he said walking past you, you cracked a smile and looked at him wiping the little tear that was about to fall “of course..” you followed him. Strangely enough you forgot about the conversation with Husk!.

[This is my first time writing head-cannons so i’m sorry if i’ve made errors! It was hard to make the conversations with Alastor since he has a very formal vocabulary 😭. The last head-cannon was related to ‘dangerously yours’ so it’s kinda weird but i hoped you liked it! Let me know if i should make more head-cannons or do requests! (i just need to learn how to use tumblr lol)]

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bimobuddy · 3 months

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As You Wish

SFW Hazbin TK Fic

Lee!Vaggie, Ler!Charlie

Writing this because I'm going to go see the Princess Bride with some friends today, we're dressing up in Medieval style clothing, and one of the actors will actually be there, I'm so freaking excited y'all

Edit: Posting this the day after, my friend ended up picking me up early and I had to stop writing, and then I couldn't finish when I got home because I had a migraine from the overstimulation, but it was fun as hell

This sort of combines Pilot!Vaggie and Canon!Vaggie because I wanted a reason to include her being alive in the 90s to have watched the movie, so this will have some❗Spoilers❗ I know it doesn't make complete sense with the show, but please be nice to me I'm trying 💀

Summary: Vaggie shows Charlie the movie 'Princess Bride,' though the longer the movie goes on, the more she notices her princess getting squirmy and restless, which is a sign that chaos is about to ensue.

Charlie sat on their bed, bouncing excitedly. Vaggie had told her she had a surprise for her, and to go wait for her in their room. The princess didn't know what was in store for her, but she was having a lot of trouble containing her excitement.

When the angel finally did enter the room, she had a small box in her hand and a bag over her shoulder. "Okay, I would have shown you this sooner, but it's hard to get Earth items in Hell. Lucky for us though, I paid a Hellhound to get us a copy of one of my favorite movies." Vaggie held up a VHS tape excitedly. Or as excited as she could express.

Charlie practically leapt off the bed and rushed over, excitedly holding her girlfriend's arm as she bounced. "What is it?" She asked, tilting her head like a confused puppy. "This, Charlie, is a VHS tape, it's how movies were played when I was still alive. The entire thing is recorded on a tape in this box." She answered, waving the tape a little.

She walked more into their room and set the bag down. "I also asked Alastor to summon us a VCR-" She reached into her bag and pulled out a bigger, odd looking box. The cables attached themselves to the TV on the dresser. Instead of buttons, little eyes popped opened and looked up at Vaggie, the slot opening as well, showing sharp teeth inside.

"Are... They supposed to look like that?" Charlie asked, looking over Vaggie's shoulder. The angel sighed, "No, but you know how Alastor is." She smiled a little at Charlie, "Go ahead and get comfy while I figure this out." Charlie grinned and clapped her hands a little, running off to change into pajamas.

Vaggie went to slide the tape into the VCR, only for the thing to start snapping its jaws eagerly for the tape. Worried it would snap it in half, she grabbed its upper jaw to keep it from biting down, and quickly slid the tape in before letting go. The VCR swallowed it, closing its eyes momentarily before opening them again as it started a low, familiar click and whirring sound that Vaggie didn't even know she had missed.

When Charlie came back out and pearched herself up on the bed, Vaggie tilted her head and looked back down at the VCR. "It doesn't have any buttons... Uh... Play?" On command, the TV turned on and started up the movie, signaling to the angel to join her girlfriend on the bed. As previews for other movies started playing, Charlie took Vaggie's hand.

"So... What are we watching?" She asked Vaggie mentally facepalmed. "Oh! Right- It's called the Princess Bride, it's great. So there's this Princess who's in love-" "*Gasp* I'm a Princess in love!!" "*chuckle* With a farm boy named Westley- Oh you know what, just watch the movie, don't ask me to spoil it!" She grinned, gently pinching Charlie around the waist, making her squeak and smack her hand away.

As the movie played, Vaggie found herself leaning forward a little, sitting criss-cross, watching the movie the same way she had when she had first seen it as a kid. The only difference being this time she had someone leaning their full weight against her.

By the time Prince Humperdinck was knocking Westley out, Vaggie felt Charlie start to shift. And shift again. Then a big sigh. This was a pattern she was used to, that also caused her stomach to flutter with anticipation, knowing exactly what Charlie was about to do. "Oh no, don't you dare, Charlie Morningstar-" "Whaaaat, I'm not dohoing anythihing~" Charlie lied, her arms already wrapping around Vaggie's waist.

Vaggie found herself trying not to giggle along with her. "Yehes you are you liar! How are you even bored, this is like the best movie humans have ever made!" "I'm not bored! I've just got energy! And you're right there, how can I resist??" Before Vaggie could argue, Charlie had slipped a hand under her shirt to gently scritch-scratch at her tummy, something she knew the angel couldn't stand.

"Chahaharlie!!" She leaned her head back against the Princess' chest and giggled, her eyes squeezed shut as she kicked out, kicking the sheets into a messy pile at the foot of the bed.

Charlie grinned and started peppering kisses into her girlfriend's neck, causing her giggles to go a higher pitch while she scrunched her shoulders up. "Chahahaharlie nohoho- eek! Quihihihit!"

Vaggie flipped over, trying to wrestle her down, only for Charlie to pull out her demon strength unfairly, pinning her down on her tummy. Charlie sat on her back and started to tickle around her shoulder blades.

"NOHO YOU- AH NOHOHO! CHAHAHAHARLIE!" Vaggie pleaded before buring her face into the sheets to muffle her shrieking laughter and squealing. Her elbows were pinned to her sides and her hand rapidly smacked the bed, unable to handle the sensation.

-FWOOSH-

Charlie couldn't hold back her happy giggles as Vaggie's wings popped out. Ever since she found out, ever since she saw them for the first time, she fell in love with them. She thought they were beautiful. Even through their rocky moment after she found out, when she saw Vaggie approach her with her wings out, she thought they were gorgeous.

She gave the angel beneath her a moment to catch her breath before she ran her fingers through the feathers, earning more muffled squeals while her wings fluttered and tried to fold back up. But the moment they were raised even just slightly, the Princess slipped her hands underneath to scritch at the 'pits' of her wings.

Vaggie immediately cackled loudly into the bed, her legs kicking and drumming behind her. Her wings, no longer under her control, flapped wildly. She turned her face to the side, no longer muffling her laugh. "AHH HAHAHAHA! CHAHA- CHARLIHIE NOITSSOBAD PLEHEHEASE!"

Charlie was already planning on stopping but when she got a face full of feathers as a wing slapped her in the face, she knew it was time to stop. And so she did, getting off of her and laying back down, grinning, proud of herself. When Vaggie didn't immediately join her, she reached over and dragged her over, kissing the top of her head sweetly as she did so.

With their blankets kicked onto the floor now, Vaggie made use of her wings, draping them over Charlie and herself. She looked at the TV and noticed the movie was almost over.

".... Can we restart it?" She asked, looking back up at the princess. Her Princess.

Charlie smiled, pressing their foreheads together.

"As you wish."

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letshavedeernnertogether · 2 months

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Let us make this dance properly

Charlie gathered everybody in the main living-room. It was the usual place to discuss the princess's plans about rehabilitation of sinners. This time she wanted to make a new exercise with the purpose to know each other better and to have fun.

Not everyone was excited with this idea; to be honest, all the residents, excpect Vaggie, didn't find any of Charlie's idea good or useful. But they still did everything she asked. And this time wasn't exclusion.

She looked around everyone with a shining gaze, and asked the residents to tell everybody about their favorite activities.

Angel started, "I love to fu-!"

"I swear, if you say it, I will fucking kill you!" Husk exclaimed.

You chukled. Angel always said something lewd, and it made you laugh. But you laughed even more, when Husk tried to shut him up. They were just adorable.

"What? Charlie asked and I answered!" he threw up his hands.

Husk only sighted heavily with a growl.

"And what do you like to do, huh?" asked Angel. "I bet you'll say "to get drunk", right?"

Husk nodded.

Charlie forced a smile and said, "Well, maybe somebody else wants to express their opinion?"

You didn't like to share you mind, but you didn't want to make Charlie upset either.

"Well, I'm not really into any activities, but I do like dancing" you said.

Vaggie looked at you with gratitude. There was at least one person who didn't make jokes about Charlie's offers.

"That's great!" said the princess with a big smile, so you could see her white snow fangs. "Everybody loves dancing!"

You knew that dancing is the thing that almost every resident liked: Charlie, Angel, you, and maybe Husk too. And of course Alastor. It was his favorite thing to do after murdering and cooking somebody. He was a great dancer as you heard, and you dreamt about having a dance with him one day. It wouldn't be impossible as you were pretty old-fashioned and liked the same dance styles, that were popular at his time. You blushed every time thinking about dancing at least shag with him.

You cautiously looked at Alsor, who stood near the sofa, where you were sitting. He was looking at you slightly covered eyelids and smiling.

Yeah, you dreamt of dancing with him, but there was no right time.

But maybe tonight?

Then Charlie clapped and exclaimed, "I have an idea! Let's teach each other our favorite dance! I'm sure it'll be interesting!"

Everybody considered for a moment and nodded.

Everybody went to the ball room. It was the biggest room in the hotel. Pale pink wallpaper, golden colomns and chandeliers.

Sir Pentious started. He asked you all to stand in two ranks. Charlie and Vaggie were inseparable, so they stood next to each other. Angel stood opposite Charlie, and Husk opposite Vaggie. You stood near Husk, and opposite you stood Alastor. Niftty stood beside you.

"We're going to dancccccce Mr. Beveridge's Maggot! " exclaimed Sir Pentious.

"What?!" you thought. Didn't you mishear? A Jane fucking Austen's dance?!

And what is even more important, was Alastor your partner?

Sir Pentious asked to turn on the music, and Alastor made his radio play load some classical music.

Sir Pentious explained the main thing about this dance and how to move. He stood opposite Niffty, and you began to dance.

Not everything worked out the first time. You missed your partners, your backs collided, somebody took an extra step because of which everyone was confused. But Sir Pentious had enough patience to be a good teacher, and after a while you danced a pretty good Mr. Beveridge's Maggot dance.

After you'd finished the dance Sir Pentious said with the tears in his eyes, "so sssssweet!"

While dancing you understood how really good was Alastor at it. He understood all Pentious's instructions the first time. And you noticed that it was comfortable for you to dance with him. Of course, you said you liked dancing, but, to say the truth, you were terribly shy. You never danced on public, prefering to dance just by yourself. You even waltz in your room all alone sometimes. But you thought it would be nice to find somebody one day whom you won't be afraid to dance.

"It was a pleasure to dance with you, dear" said Alastor, making you blush.

"Um, thank you. I liked dancing with you too!" you said and smiled.

He was looking at you with a softer smile that you'd ever seen on him.

The next dancing lesson wanted to make Angel. Of course, he wanted to teach you all how to make the most seductive movements, but Alastor just couldn't find appropriate music on the radio (or he just didn't want to find it), and Angel decided to sing a melody and show you the movements. (Thanks goddess it wasn't something too obscene, just slow swing of your hips and beautiful movements with your hands.)

Alastor was pretty confused with such a kind of dancing, but you couldn't help but notice that he was actually good at this one too. And the way his hips were moving side to side...

Well, you better to turn away before your turned out as red as his suit.

Now was your turn.

"Well, find a partner at first."

Vaggie and Charlie looked at each other, and Vaggie asked you, if it wouldn't be like the first dance?

The girls still were a little bit upset that they weren't actual partneres in the first dance.

"It will be similar to a waltz, so don't worry", you responded.

Charlie happily took Vaggie's hand, making her smile soft.

Angel came closer to Husk and smiled. The cat-demon rolled his eyes but didn't go away.

Niffty looked at Alastor, but he shook his head, so she was Sir Pentious's partner again.

"Well, Alastor is enough with modern dancing," you thought.

"The name of the dance is foxtrot." you noticed how Alastor pricked up his ears and tilted his head. Yes, he was actually interested in.

You continued, "There are two type of it: quickstep and slowfox. We're going to dance slowfox."

"As I mentioned before, it is similar to waltz but much smoother. Also the rhythm is different."

You stood your back to others and stretched your arms out in front of you, bending them at the elbows.

"Well, I'll be on the place of the one who's being led in dance. You need to make a step with your right foot back. Then a step back with your left foot. Step right and slightly back with your right foot. And then place your left foot next to your right one and take a full step to the right."

Everybody repeated your movements slowly, and you were glad, everyone succeeded in it.

"Ha-ha my dear!" you heard Alaslor laughing and frozen.

Suddenly he appeared before you and came closer.

"You're so funny, trying to waltz without a partner ha-ha-ha!"

You felt that your cheeks became red of shame and anger.

Alasor leaned over to you, "Don't frown, my dear," he placed your hands on his shoulders. "Let us make this dance properly."

He snaped his fingers, and the room was filled with slow jazz; several candels dipped.

He made a step onward, you made a step back and throw your head back. His hand barely touched your shoulder-blade, just enough you could place your hand on his shoulder. Moving your feet at the beat of music, your hips touched. He was gentler than you expected. He tenderly made you follow his steps hardly touching you. It felt like being a cloud driven by wind.

You whirled in dancing; two circles before you bend back; then he swayed you side to side; then again steps when your hips touched, that made you breathe deeper.

And you stopped.

He pulled you closer to him. Your breath became faster because of dancing, but his stamina was better then yours, and his breath almost hadn't changed.

"My, my, what a nice dancer you are," he said to you. "But a little bit shy, don't you think so?" he leaned to you and smiled wider.

He removed his hand from you back, but your palm was still in his one.

"I don't dance very often, and I usually don't have a partner, so... I'm just not sure about the movements I make," you mumbled.

"I know what can help you," he leaned even closer, "Maxixe," he whispered.

Now you were sure you'd become as red as his suit!

All the candles were lighted up again.

He drew himself up to his full height and exclaimed to everybody, "Now everyone! I'm going to teach you the most popular among the most scandalous dance of the 1920's!" he adjusted his monocle, "One man said, it is the easiest dance of all to do, and yet the hardest of all to do well!"

Everybody were intrigued, and you were the only one who was afraid.

To dance maxixe with him?! One of the hottest dances of his time? And he offered it himself? Just unbelievable! It must have been a dream!

Alastor tuned up the radio and found fast piano melody. All the pairs were the same. Only Sir Pentious got tired and was sitting on a coach, so did Niftty.

You've never allowed yourself to even dream of dancing something like this with Alastor. But now you stand together. Your hands in his; you back is lead against his chest; he makes steps forward slightly touching your knees; his breath is in your hair, and you feel how his heart beats.

It was better then any dream you could imagine. In your dreams you couldn't feel the touches, the breath, the fabric. But now you felt all of this.

You were swaying like in waltz, leaning together in direction of your moving, making funny steps forward on your heels. Then he turned you your back to him, placed his hand on your stomach and leaned against you. Swaying again.

You couldn't find a place for yourself at first and was blushing all the time. But very soon you understood how good it felt to dance with him. So you relaxed and let your body move to the rhythm of the piano.

Alastor turned you to face him and raised your hand high. You put your hand on his waist.

You both were dancing and smiling without noticing the others. They'd ended with maxixe and were dancing what they liked. Husk was leading Angel and sharply turning him round. Charlie and Vaggie were dancing a simple waltz. Sir Pentious, having already rested, joined a dance with Niftty.

Was it the most delightful evening in the hotel since you'd been here? Exactly.

But nothing can last forever.

When the music stopped Alastor stood beside you. Charlie thanked everyone for participation.

Now it was very late, and you all had to go to your badrooms.

On the way to your room you heard some static noise in the air and stopped. You felt like somebody was staring at you. You turned back and saw Alastor. He smiled at you soft.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, my dear, but I couldn't let you go without saying how much pleasure you showed me tonight."

He came closer.

"I hope that one day you'll do me the honour of dancing with you again, my dear."

Astonishment, shock, unbelief, fear and at last happiness. You felt all of this just in one second.

"Sure!" you answered, slightly jumping up and pressing your hands to the chest. You didn't say anything else because you believed that Alastor would understand everything by your smile and eyes. And he did.

He had never seen before your smile so wide and your eyes so bright. He understood what did you feel.

Both of you were standing in silence for a while, looking at each other and smiling.

"Goodnight, then?" you said.

"Goodnight, ma chère" answered Alasor and headed for his room.

Definitely, it was your best day at the hotel.

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nottapossum · 24 days

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Do any littles that struggle with talking use communication boards? Pointing to a picture is so much easier than making words!

Oh my goodness I love that idea!

I found a few examples that I like.

First one is simpler

But This one I especially like because it has "something else, no picture." I could see it getting frustrating if something isn't on the board.

Also it has a lot more emotions.

Blitzø will verbally shut down when he's stressed or overwhelmed - most of the time, he can talk, but when things become too much, he just shuts down and he can't talk.

Stolas tried teaching him sign language to help, but Blitzø isn't picking it up as easily as Stolas thought he would.

In Ozzie the babysitter Stolas suggests some cards to show how Blitzø is feeling- I could definitely see Stolas making him a communication board!

I planned a one-shot where Stolas buys him a Yes/No button, but this is a much better idea.

Moxxie, being the littlest one, would also benefit from having a communication board. Stolas will basically be giving Millie all the tips and suggest making him one almost immediately.

Charlie would absolutely make special boards for each little one!

Vaggie, of course, would have one since she's very tiny.

And I could definitely see her sitting down with Angel and Husk and making a special board for little!Angel since he's often small- and often has trouble expressing his feelings and asking for something.

Rosie would try to get Alastor to use a communication board, but he wouldn't - he'd only try to eat the board while he continues getting frustrated that Rosie doesn't understand what he needs - Rosie is supposed to just know these things!

Blitzø is, of course, the first one I think of.

And since Valentino doesn't talk at all when he's small, Vox gave him a communication board app on his tablet to help him.

But Val will sometimes just press the buttons for fun-

So they're not always sure when he's serious and when he's just playing around. 🤔

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cherryrainn · 9 months

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HII!! How are you? I hope your well! I wanted to send in a request if that's ok! make sure your getting rest bc you writing must be energy draining but anyways...!

Could I request Alastor with a Male! or GN! S/O who has a Dokuro Mitsukai Personality from Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan? here's some info but feel free to look up some more about this personality!

So basically the reader is an angel/demon ig that came from heaven and they get sent down to hell and decided to live at the hotel? They may look quite young and play the cute, innocent act quite well. However, every time something happens, they beats someone to death with Excaliborg, a special bat with thorns. But there is no need to worry, with the cast of a spell — Pipiru Piru Piru Pipiru Pi — they comes back to life.

I HOPE THIS ISNT TO CONFUSING--- THANK YOU ANYWAYS IF YOU CAN DO THIS REQUEST =^w^=

-Vocaloid addict anon

hi!! i'm doing great and thank you. this sounds fun! i've heard of this anime but i have a feeling i'm going to get this very wrong... it's worth a shot though!... i definitely did something wrong though this is so embarrassing

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— hellish harmonies

alastor x reader who has a dokuro mitsukai personality

alastor, the radio demon, presided over the happy hotel with an air of sophistication and charm. his wide, permanent grin masked a darker nature that few dared to cross. the hotel was a melting pot of eccentric personalities, and it was there that you, an angelic yet sinister entity, his loving partner, decided to take up residence after a peculiar assignment from heaven.

from the moment you arrived, alastor was captivated by your unique personality. your innocent facade and deadly tendencies fascinated him, and he found himself irresistibly drawn to you. it didn't take long for the two of you to become a couple, and you quickly became inseparable.

the other residents seemed taken with your act, and even alastor couldn't help but feel a strange fondness for your innocent charm. he knew, however, that beneath the facade lay something much more sinister.

one evening, when the hotel's common area was bustling with laughter and merriment, an unfortunate demon made the grave mistake of insulting your "sweet" demeanor. in an instant, a bat with thorns, called excaliborg appeared in your hands, and with a swift swing, the demon met their demise.

gasps filled the room as alastor calmly observed the scene. with every swing of excaliborg, you wore a mischievous smile, almost relishing the act. "quite the performance indeed," alastor remarked, eyes glinting with curiosity.

vaggie stomped towards you with a fiery expression. "what on earth—no, what in hell are you doing, y/n? we don't kill people here!"

you turned your innocent gaze towards vaggie, but there was a flicker of defiance in your eyes. "i'm just defending myself, vaggie. they were insulting me, and i had to show them i won't be pushed around!"

vaggie huffed, clearly not satisfied with your explanation. "that's no excuse for killing someone! we don't condone violence here, even if it's hell."

alastor, who had been observing the situation quietly, finally spoke up. "ah, my dear vagatha, let's not be too hasty. y/n seems to have a unique way of handling situations, and i must admit, it's rather intriguing."

vaggie turned her sharp gaze towards alastor. "this isn't a game, alastor. we're trying to run a place of redemption here."

you glanced at alastor, seeing a subtle amusement in his eyes. it was then that you decided to heed vaggie's words and show her that you could rectify the situation. with a nod, you cast the resurrection spell, bringing the demon back to life.

"pipiru piru piru pipiru pi!"

the demon groaned, holding their head as they regained consciousness. "what happened?"

vaggie crossed her arms, her anger subsiding slightly. "you were being rude, that's what happened. now apologize and learn some manners."

the demon looked at you and then at vaggie, realizing the gravity of the situation. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to offend anyone."

vaggie nodded, satisfied with the response. "good. now remember, violence isn't the answer here."

you smiled, both sweet and sinister, and nodded. "i'll keep that in mind, vaggie!"

as the night's events unfolded, the playful atmosphere returned to the grand hall of hell's happy hotel. the demon you had confronted earlier, now revived and chastened, had retreated to a corner, keeping a wide berth from you. the other residents resumed their conversations and games, seemingly unfazed by the recent commotion.

you and alastor found yourselves standing side by side, the magnetic pull between you both stronger than ever. his eyes sparkled with amusement as he observed your interactions with the other residents. there was a sense of pride in his gaze, knowing that you were his partner in both mischief and tenderness.

"so, my dear y/n," alastor said, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "i must admit, you have a way of shaking things up, don't you?"

you grinned mischievously, leaning closer to him. "well, who would've thought hell could be so much fun? besides, it's not every day you find an angelic maniac in this dreary place!"

alastor chuckled softly, enjoying the warmth of your presence. he reached over and gently pinched your cheek, eliciting a delighted giggle from you. "indeed, it's a delightful surprise. you certainly add a unique charm to my existence here in hell."

you batted his hand away playfully, but your eyes softened as you looked at him. "i could say the same to you."

alastor's grin widened, his eyes reflecting the affection he held for you. "ah, my dear, you flatter me so. i must say, you bring a breath of fresh air to this place. life in hell can be dreadfully monotonous, but you make it thrilling."

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #hazbin hotel oneshot #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel

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hazbinshipsanon · 22 days

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Do you think Adam knows Angel's sister? In episode 8 (I believe) we saw a glimpse of her in heaven after all. If he does let's be honest, he either tried or succeeded to sleep with her XD

He does know her, I like to think she goes to Adam worried about her brother (and he consoles her, he lost one of his kids to hell after all. He knows what it's like to worry when your loved ones don't make it too)

Here's a VERY small story I wrote inspired by your ask. Just a funny little thing.

The room had long gone cold, the chill held the room in a vice but brown eyes were locked on the mirror before them. Brown eyes staring wide and unblinking. One blink, then two, then three... Why was he crying? A hand brushed away the tears and when his sight focused... He saw his pink pupils again, lamb ears, and sharp teeth. Unholy.

Adam broke his stare hearing his name, sighing, he got dressed and glanced around the room before blinking at a black cloth mask poking out from a drawer. Adam grabbed it and slipped it on as he left his room, tucking his lambs ears into it to hide them.

"Adam!" Charlie greeted cheerily as he sat at the table beside the spider and the cat. "today you guys are going on bonding field trips, each of you will put a place or two in the hat and we'll go at random!" She squealed excitedly while Adam bit his lip under the mask, the fallen angel nodded slowly though and accepted the pen and paper he was given.

After they finished Vaggie picked up the hat shaking it around to really mix up the papers before reaching in and grabbing one. "ok, first place is," Vaggie opened the folded paper and blinked. "Malani? Molly in parentheses." Vaggie looked up to see Adam looking away while Angel was looking at her like she had two heads.

"That's my sister... I haven't seen her since..." He looked at Adam whose expression was hidden beneath his mask, his eyes never leaving Angel's though. "... Adam?"

"What? You deserve to see her." He said, a soft look in his eyes, he knew they couldn't get to heaven but he was happy to see Angel's smile. "She's been worried about your slutty ass since she got in heaven." Adam smiled softly, his way of saying thank you to Angel for defending him... Yea. Nothing else. Angel smiled and pulled Adam into a tight hug, all four arms wrapping around the first man and pulling tight. As Adam started to struggle breathing from the hold he moved to push Angel away only to freeze at the glare.

"If I find out you fucked Molly, I'm going to bury you... My way." Angel threatened and Adam looked up at him before smiling sheepishly.

"... I tried." He said honestly, Angel's eyes glowing pink with the initial anger. "BUT, she said she was Lebanese or whatever." It was Angel's turn to freeze on the spot before he sputtered into laughter, Adam grimacing but joining in when he was let go.

"Do you mean Lesbian?" The spider huffed out between fits of laughter, his anger completely melted away. Adam knew exactly what he was saying... But he'd play dumb if it meant he could see Angel smile a little more. When Angel smiled, especially if he was the reason why, things... Didn't seem so unholy anymore... At least for a little while.

#hazbin hotel #adam hazbin #ask #platonic holydust #charlie morningstar #vaggie #molly hazbin hotel #sorta

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sondrox · 4 months

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Infernal Tales Ch. 8 - Few love and lots, lots of hate

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13958950/8/Infernal-Tales

AO3: Infernal Tales - Chapter 8

Summary: Vaggie and Angel dust have a complicated relationship of love and hate...mostly hate sincerely...

If it wasn’t because Angel was their star patient, Vaggie would have thrusted her spear into Angel a long time ago, right through where the sun doesn't shine. And with more than enough reason, according to her.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can't have sex in the hotel?! You know well that your treatment involves dealing with your sex addiction-!” Vaggie continued scolding the spider demon after catching him in bed with a resident who was trying to get dressed as quickly as possible. Once he did, he walked past Vaggie like Pedro through his house and almost ran out of the room.

"I'm getting sick of your shit!" Vaggie continued. "If I catch you having sex with anyone else again I swear I'm going to throw you out the window! Isn't it possible that-you-what are you doing?" Vaggie stopped, confused.

“Seeing if the height is worth it,” Angel responded looking out the window.

“Can't you be normal for once?!”

“Bitch, define 'normal' will you?”

“You're not even going to bother pretending to care about this?”

"Why? Do I get extra points if I do it or what the fuck?

…

Angel's commitment to the hotel was often questioned.

Vaggie and Charlie were at the doors of the hotel with a not at all peaceful countenance.

“He should have arrived half an hour ago,” Vaggie said with her arms crossed as she tapped her boot on the floor incessantly.

“I'll go make some tea.”

"Thanks hun."

Charlie stood up from his seat and went back inside.

Vaggie checked the time on her phone for the tenth time since she left. He let out a big sigh and massaged his temples.

“Screw him. I-I mean…ah, what does it matter?” She got up and just when she was about to enter the hotel, she saw a wandering demon coming down the street from the horizon, he was pushing a shopping cart with some boxes and something else that Vaggie couldn't place what it was.

“What the…” was the first thing that crossed her mind. The surroundings of the hotel and its nearby grounds were not meant for beggars, not only because of the nature of the hotel, but because Vaggie had made sure to scare away such lowly demons.

When the vagabond arrived at Vaggie, the wandering demon pushed out the entire contents of his cart, among the several bottles of alcohol that fell, an Angel Dust, half asleep, rolled out of the cart, straight to the floor with a stoned expression and tongue in the air.

The vagabond burped as a greeting, or that's what Vaggie wanted to think. Angel Dust grunted as Vaggie was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

Angel Dust stood up clumsily and almost falling over under his own weight, at the same time he cleaned his clothes as best he could, or rather the few clothes he had. His hair was a mess, his white suit was open, exposing his prominent voluptuous fur, his mini pants were pulled down to his feet, thank God he still had underwear on.

“Thanks man, I'll call ya if I need a ride again.” He turned to the homeless man, who responded with another burp.

“How did you pay him? I know well that you haven’t had money for weeks.” Vaggie stared at him with a dumbfounded face, the homeless man had a swarm of flies around him that he had to concentrate fully on not smelling him even by accident.

“Who said I paid you with money?” Angel just cleaned his mouth with his arm.

…

Other times his outbursts were childish.

“Angel is just a damn sandwich!” Vaggie yelled at him in the dining room.

“I refuse to eat this shit!” He said pointing to heel on his sandwich “There are limits, you know?!

“It's just a goddamn heel!”

“I'd rather starve!”

"Great! You would be doing the world a favor!”

“Don't play dumb, bitch! You more than anyone would miss all of this!” He shouted pointing at his posing body for a moment.

Vaggie let out another exasperated sigh, her desire to put up with Angel 's nonsense and shit was running out. For his own good, she let his typical transgressions pass and remained silent. When everything seemed like it was going to calm down again, Angel had to open his damn mouth.

"Y’know? I'm willing to fuck you if that takes away your bitterness. I mean, I don't expect it to wear off, but at least then I can brag that fucked you.”

…

“So, are you going to tell me how you got into the world of prostitution?” Vaggie asked in personal therapy with Angel.

“Well, I needed to not starve, duh, and unfortunately all the stores near where I lived had already taken precautions so I couldn't steal from them…or get close.”

“You know that stealing is a crime, right?”

“Not showing this great body to the world is also a crime and I don't see you bitching!” Angel swaggered over himself while posing over the couch. “I mean, yeah, I see you bitching. Everything I do is a crime for you.” Angel spat out that last word tiredly.

Vaggie tapped the tip of her pen against her notebook hard and fought the urge to press her fingers against the pen. Their session fell into an awkward, but grateful silence. Vaggie 's sight fell on her blank page, unlike her mind.

“Where I come from there was always a lot of crime.” Her voice did not denote any particular emotion. “If it wasn't me or someone in my family who was attacked, it was a friend or an acquaintance. Where I lived it was 50/50 if you didn't see someone again next week because they were murdered.

“What people never imagine is that your mother is the smuggler people tell you to be careful for.”

Angel, who had been using his phone, froze for a few seconds and turned to look at Vaggie reluctantly.

If Vaggie noticed Angel's gaze on her, she didn't show it, as her one eye remained lost in an empty spot in the room.

“Eventually a robbery goes wrong, and they caught her and took action into their own hands. I remember how my father took me away from my house so that I wouldn't hear my mother's screams just a few blocks away.”

“Your dad?"

“He was the opposite of my mother. Honest, kind, friendly.”

"Sounds familiar."

Vaggie nodded absently. “Maybe that was the reason they were together…until they weren't.”

“What happened I mean, her?”

She grimaced with reluctance. “A preview of what happens down here.”

Silence fell upon the room, and Angel joined Vaggie in staring into blank space. Memories flashing in both of their eyes. An unspoken, shared pain.

“I guess your folks can really screw you over.”

…

Vaggie knocked hard on a room door for the fourth time.

“Frank! It's time for the group therapy session! Get out now, everyone is waiting for you!”

"Fuck off!" A voice shouted from inside.

“Don't give me that shit! If you want to stay inside the hotel you will have to stick to the rules!”

“Why don't you get stick to my member?! You should!"

“Okay, that’s it.”

Vaggie opened the door and entered, in a few seconds she threw Frank out of the room and ended up rolling on the floor to the door of the opposite room. Vaggie came out pointing her spear at him and placed the tip on his neck.

“If I say come out you co-Aaahg-!“ Frank pulled Vaggie's spear, making her lose balance for a second, and grabbed her by the neck. He took advantage of the grip to stand up and put Vaggie against the wall.

“No one tells me what to do, skank!”

“Hey!” A voice shouted next to them and before they could see who it was, Angel Dust stepped between the two, separating them. “No one calls my skank a skank!”

“And what the hell do you care what I do, bitch?/Angel, what the hell are you doing?”

“What do you think? I’m doing you a favor.”

With his six arms, Angel Dust held Frank by his arms and legs, lifted him off the ground, between screams, profanities and a sudden cry for help, Angel took him inside his room and threw him out the window.

Then Angel came out calmly, wiping his hands and patting himself on the shoulder. His winning attitude faded as he saw a perplexed Vaggie with her hands in the air, as if she were grabbing something and squeezing it very hard.

"The. Fuck. You. Did?” She blurted out angrily.

“Don't worry, I just threw it into the garbage container, where he belongs, though I didn't see if he fell inside or not,” He said without much importance. Vaggie 's gesture of wanting to crush something in her hands grew stronger. “Relax your crack, the height wasn't enough to kill him, although I wish it were.” He said that last part quietly. “By the way you’re welcome.”

Vaggie was about to call him out on it, but stopped before the mouths came out of her mouth, as much as she hated to admit it, but for once, Angel was right.

Angel Dust was making progress.

Sometimes.

Once he found that Angel Dust discovered alcohol hidden in some tenants' rooms.

“Listen to me, you useless brainless dwarf, you can't drink alcohol outside the bar and especially at this hour, so take advantage of the empty space in your head you use to get your cheap drugs and remember the rules of the place, or what? Next you’ll tell me is your parents are cousins?”

Vaggie had watched it all, she'd be lying if she said she was impressed.

“Wow,” Vaggie said from behind Angel.

"What can I say? I'm fabulous, duh.”

“And the alcohol? If they brought alcohol into the Hotel, we must keep it with Husk.”

“Don't worry, I already took care of that,” He said patting his stomach smiling.

…

This week for Vaggie had been a disastrous one, to say the least.

Husk and several tenants had taken to gambling by playing cards late at night, all generously sponsored by Alastor.

Charlie would have helped her, but recently she had had to focus on the hotel's public image, leaving Vaggie alone to deal with the internal problems.

Throughout the week, the amount of sleep Vaggie had been able to accumulate could be counted on her fingers and toes, and to make matters worse, when Vaggie had managed to convince Husk and company to quit on their illegal activities, Charlie thought it was a perfect opportunity to throw a party to celebrate everyone's progress.

During the party, Vaggie broke her no alcohol rule, all in an attempt to stay awake. A few hours was all she needed, but her mind struggling to be in like three places at once didn't help at all.

Between the music ringing in her ears and the flashing rainbow-colored lights and so on, dancing with Charlie sent Vaggie on an express trip into a world of nausea, forcing the moth demon to sit away from the action.

She didn't know how or when, but somewhere between her lack of lucidity Vaggie had joined Angel, Husk, and a group of tenants in a game of spin the bottle.

Vaggie could discern between their distant voices the explicit dares bordering on the lascivious, from spending seven minutes in paradise, to drinking shots of someone's bodies, Vaggie was so out of her mind that she couldn't care more than staying in one piece about her chair.

Just as the last of her strength was escaping through her breath, she could see how Angel turned the bottle in his turn, and ended up pointing it at her; Everything around him turned black and he fainted.

Coming back to herself and opening her eyes, Vaggie felt as if someone had stabbed a knife into her eye, but despite the pain, the first thing Vaggie 's routine mind did was recap everything that had happened the night before, to the point that she remembered with whom, where and how she had fallen asleep.

Vaggie's body rose from the couch like a spring and saw the-

Wait, she was on the couch?

Vaggie scanned her surroundings and sure enough, she was sitting on a couch near the main room where Charlie had organized the party.

To her surprise, instead of finding the place upside down, everything was immersed in an eerie and unusual silence, with nothing but her own company, and that of Angel lazily looking up from his phone. A mischievous smile appeared on Angel 's lips while Vaggie stopped seeing double.

“What-what happened?”

“Pff, relax, you just passed out. Have you never been to a rave? Do you really not remember what happened?” He asked in a mocking tone.

“I swear I will kill you if you or anyone draws on my face a di-“

Vaggie's anger stopped when a tremendous urge to vomit rose up her throat. She rushed to the nearest bathroom and vomited as soon as she knelt in front of the toilet.

Vaggie breathed heavily for a few minutes, then when she regained her strength she checked herself, discovering that those idiots-

They hadn't really done anything.

No drawings. No pranks. She actually found herself better than last time she saw herself in a mirror.

She opened her mouth to question Angel, but as soon as she did, she felt like vomiting again and once again she knelt in front of the toilet.

To her surprise, a hand gently rested on her shoulder, and she heard Angel talking to her.

“The quicker you get it out of your system, the better. Take it from me."

Vaggie reluctantly accepted his advice and the next few minutes were spent on nothing but vomit until she got better.

Meanwhile, Angel posted a photo of him with Vaggie sleeping on his fluffy chest on Voxtragram with the headline:

“Everybody loves me”

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I could say me updating this is my christmas gift for all of you, or because its been almost a year since I last updated Infernal Tales, but truth is all of that is nothing but a coincidence.

I should get to work on my other projects...

Oh well, at least I got this out of my way.

Happy christmas!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #charlie x vaggie #bromance #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #fanfiction #opposites attract #not in that way!#Vaggie doesn't get paid enough for this either #She doesn't get pay at all lmao

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤.

*sigh* yes i know I don't do straight stuff but...gods do i love this demon.

You laughed as Angel Dust made a particularly offensive comment, a gentle blush igniting your cheeks in the process. The spider demon smirked wickedly, twirling a cigarette between their fingers, and said "You alright there, sugar?" Again you chuckled and waved them off. Alastor's radio played in the background while you sat at the bar, a glass of something hard in your hand. Faintly you heard Charlie also laughing, sitting with her girlfriend who grinned at the blonde's reaction. Suddenly a song came on that you recognized, one from up on the surface. Your skin, pale from years dead, tingled and your ears perked up as you spun in your seat to face the Radio Demon. "Alastor! You know this one?!" you exclaimed, and it drew the grinning demon's attention to you. His menacing smile widened further somehow, and in a staticky voice stated "Why of course, darling! Who doesn't?" Angel Dust piped up with "I don't..." but you brushed them off as you smiled nearly as wide as Alastor. "I love this one!" you squealed, hands fisting happily in front of you as you began to sway along to the beat, still sitting down.

Before you could even blink, Alastor was in front of you with a clawed hand held out to you and what could be described as a smirk of sorts plastered on his face. "Then come, dance," he said, and you blushed and laughed nervously, shaking your head. "Oh no, I couldn't. I don't dance, Al!" You were the only one who could call the demon that without getting snapped at. But the guy wasn't deterred in the slightest and stood straight again, gesturing widely and tossing his mic stick up in the air where it disappeared with a snap! as he exclaimed "These are friends, darling! Surely you could make an exception." You sighed, but as the chorus hit you couldn't stop yourself from standing and beginning to bounce a bit. Alastor gave you an unimpressed look, but Angel Dust spoke before he could; "C'mon suga' tits, you can do better than that!" You groaned but were still smiling, and finally you let go. With a grin as wide as Alastor's you sang along with the song as you began to spin and shimmy to the beat. "Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone! The drummer boy from Illinois went crash boom bang!"

Charlie got up to dance with you then, even though she didn't know the song, but it was catchy and you were clearly having fun. She dragged Vaggie with her who sighed and allowed herself to be pulled. Alastor watched this all in amusement, Cheshire smile as present as ever. Your thin dress swirled around your legs as you hopped and spun with the song, until you spun towards the Radio Demon as you sang "I sure would be delighted by your company, c'mon and do the jailhouse rock with me!" You held out your hand expectantly with a challenging expression, but Alastor shook his head and said "No thank you, darling. I don't dance." You rolled your eyes. "Yeah that's what I said but look at me," was all you said before you had grabbed Alastor's hand and pulled him to his feet and onto the "dancefloor". The demon was much too dignified to yelp, but still let out a small noise that could've been mistaken for static, and his grin dimmed just a tad.

However it returned when he saw your huge smile, saw how much fun you were having as you twirled him about, Charlie and Vaggie doing the same. "For heaven's sake, no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break!" At some point, you spun away and collected Vaggie into your grip as Charlie twirled to Alastor, who caught her easily and dipped the blonde casually before spinning her around on the spot, making her yelp, which dissolved into giggles. You watched her over Vaggie's shoulder for a moment, and saw her horns extend just a bit more, hair flaring out wildly, before you looked back to her girlfriend. Vaggie was less amused, but yours and Charlie's enthusiasm had some effect on her and even she had a small smile on her face as the two of you danced together. The last few "Jailhouse rock!"s played and you returned to Alastor, finishing the dance with him. Finally, the song petered out and faded to something you didn't recognize, so you stopped dancing, breathing heavily but still laughing breathlessly. Alastor was perfectly composed, as usual, but the rest of you were completely spent, and you clung onto Alastor's hand as you caught your breath.

Once you had, you took one last deep breath and looked up to the Radio Demon, who watched you with a curious sort of grin. You returned it, and before you could regret it, you place a kiss to his cheek, just next to his toothy smile. You felt him freeze under you and giggled at his shocked expression, eyes wide and staring straight ahead. "Thank you for the dance, Al," you whispered, and then floated away, wings fluttering on your back. Alastor watched you walk away intently, and if he could still blush he knew he would have.

@clinicallyinsaneteen deal with it

and @winters-witch-bitch this is the deer demon I'm in love with fixating on right now.

#alastor #alastor x reader #kind of #hazbin hotel #ficlet #imagine

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angelltheninth · 3 years

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Hey! Can I request a fic where the reader is an angel who is here to help Charlie with the hotel and Angel dust is annoying and flirting with them nonstop just to get under their skin (and see how perfectly fake they are as angels) but surprisingly the reader is very genuine and real? Angel is caught off guard but also flattered, now wanting to get to know them better. Cue him asking the reader out in his very own special way lol😂 Thank you, I hope this isn’t too long!❤️

I think this is the most packed request yet, but sure I can do that. Sorry it took me a bit Anon! I hope you like the result.

You walk trough the Hotel with a big stack of papers in your hands on your way to deliver them to Charlie. You chuckle at the thought of that girl, how can she be so angelic and be the Princess of Hell. Definitely not what you expected of her when you can down from Heaven. You were initially there to just check things out but before you knew it you found yourself helping the Princess with her cause, as impossible as it might seem.

You knock on the door and after hearing a bit of shuffling and a "come in" you open the door. Charlie is sitting at her desk with her girlfriend leaning on one side of it.

"Charlie!" You greet her cheerfully, "Here's the latest reports. And info on some potential clients." You walk over to the desk and hand her the papers.

"Thanks. That looks like a lot, but that just means we've gotten more popular. I hope." Charlie takes the papers already looking over them.

"Vaggie." You nod at the spear wielding moth demon. That one is always on edge around you, especially when you're around Charlie. And you don't know why.

She gives you a nod in return.

You turn around with a smile before walking out of the office. Just as you close the door you feel and arm around your shoulders, "Hey handsome." Angel purrs in your ear. You groan and look to your side, the spider demon leaning onto you, two hand on his hips.

"Angel." You offer him a friendly smile. The spider demon has been flirting with you ever since you arrived.

"So..." He smiles, running a hand across your spine and one of your wings, making you shiver, "I know you angels are all about being holy and shit like that but you do fuck right? You ever fuck a demon?"

A blush spreads across your face from his words, "Excuse me?! No! Of course I haven't!"

"Would you like to?" Angel runs his hand across your cheek, slowly and gently, "Come on, you're in Hell, you can let lose here. I know you wanna."

"I... I don't know what you're playing at here but I'm not interested in having a "fuck buddy" as Husk put it one evening." You cross your arms over your chest, still blushing. The thought of you doing something sinful like that.... what would God think. You shiver at the thought of him being disappointed.

Angel seems to almost sense your discomfort, he slowly backs away now a serious look on his face, "Wait... Have you never fucked before?"

"I have! Just never with a demon, and never like a one-night stand kind of thing. It was always more... meaningful. When you started flirting with me after I arrived I thought... I... I don't know what I though. Excuse me. I have work to do." You hang your head low and quickly pass by Angel, making sure to avoid eye contact at all costs.

Angel just stands there for a while. Then makes his way to the bar, sitting down with a heavy sigh, "Fuck me into a coma." He groans into all four of his hands.

"What's with you?" Husk asks in his growly voice, as he takes a gulp from a bottle.

"I think I screwed up Husky. Get me a drink ok love cat?" Angel sighs.

"Don't call me that." Despite Husks mood he gives Angel a drink, he chugs it all, "Is it the angel?" Husk had been forced to watch Angel's flirting for a while and he wished Angel would just make a move already. It was obvious Angel had a crush.

"I think... I think they actually like me. Or might have? And I made them uncomfortable." There was genuine regret in Angel's voice, the kind Husk hadn't heard before.

"They're still here right?" Angel nods, "Then talk. Don't even worry about it. If they like you they like you. If they don't then you shot your shot."

"But... I didn't think they would actually fall for me. I mean I'm hotter then Hell itself and I give better bj's than anyone... but no one's ever liked me like that. Its kind of exciting, too exciting and I don't wanna be too excited cause I might mess up." Angel slumped into the chair.

"Oh for fucks sake." Husk slammed another glass of alcohol in front of Angel, "Just be honest you moron. You're always blunt so shouldn't be hard. You got nothing to lose anyways."

Angel's eyes widened, "Wow... Husky I didn't know you cared that much about me." Angel winked.

"I don't. I'm just sick to my stomach from your disguising flirting attempts." Angel chuckled and downed the second drink. He stood up, looking determined.

Angel took a deep breath, "Thanks for the pep talk." He shot Husk a pair of finger guns as he walked away. Husk just shook his head as he downed the bottle he started before Angel arrived.

Angel spent a few days just observing. Truthfully he didn't know much about angels or what they liked or how their kind behaved. But he wanted to learn. So he just kept his distance for a while. Sure he could just ask but that might seem suspicious, and he wanted to plan a nice surprise.

After a while he decided he formed a decent plan to ask them out.

He had it all planned out. Flowers, chocolate, good food, chocolate flavored lube in case things went really, really well and lastly wings. From his observations his lovely angel enjoyed flying, since he himself couldn't fly he figured maybe if he at least had wings they would look somewhat similar, other that part of his name was literally Angel.

He walked trough the hallways, flowers and chocolate in hand when he ran into Vaggie. She stopped abruptly and looked at him up and down, eyes narrowing at the wings, "That's so offensive."

"What?" Angel cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Good luck." She mumbled as she passed him. He just shrugged and went on his way. He reached the door and knocked. As the footsteps approached he tugged in his bowtie, it suddenly seemed a little tight.

You were in the middle of reading a book when the knock interrupted. You don't know who to expect at this hour but you to open the door anyway. You see Angel standing there with a bunch of flowers, a big box of chocolate and... wings. You grimace at the angelic wings, "That's offensive."

"You too?! That grumpy broad told me the same fucking thing!" Angel throws his hands up in the air, "I though you'd like these, you know, cause you got a pair and I've got a pair."

"I don't know if that was an innuendo or not but... I can see the care in the gesture just don't try that again. God gave us these wings." You spread your wings before folding them again, "Don't mock them."

"Alright, alright. I got it. But uh... if you could just forget that part... maybe you could... Ah fuck. This isn't going well is it." Angel mumbles to himself, you barely hear him.

"What isn't?" You ask genuinely curious.

"I like you. I do. So I wanted to ask you out. You know since you don't do one-night stands and all that. And I thought maybe you like me. And I know you like flying so I thought maybe you'd like the wings. Guess not." Angel looks down, a sad expression over his face.

You take in everything he just told you, "Oh."

"Look, it don't matter now ok. Just forget it." Angel turns, beginning to walk away when you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait. Um... I don't mind... well the wings yeah but the rest, its sweet of you. I know its not how you usually do things." You try to avoid his eyes but you can't seem to stop glancing at him, "Look I don't know if I like you like that... yet. But maybe we can go on a few dates, see how things turn out?" You scratch the back of your head.

"So... that's a yes to the date right." You nod your head, "Ah fuck yes!" Angel shouts and scoops you in a hug. You yelp and blush a deep red from the closeness, "Oh, sorry handsome. Got a bit excited. You still want the flowers and the chocolates?"

You laugh, "Yeah." Angel hands you the items, both of you blushing more as your hands brush against each others, "We can iron out the details another time? Its late and today's been a long day."

Angel grins at you, "Sure thing. Sweet dreams, maybe with me in them." Angel winks as he turns and walks away with a little pep in his step, almost skipping.

As you close the door you hear him shout cheerfully before down the hall. You look forward to your date, sure that if nothing else its gonna be memorable.

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cringefestuwu · 3 years

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(This is pretty much a part 2 to the crew vacation- likEeh...half way through my writing was deleted so i had to rewrite it...welp-)

~The crew on a vacation(2)~

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(Art doesn't belong to me)

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After all the bickering and teasing thrown your and al's way you all finally made it out of the hotel room, luckily taking less time than last night to change in to the swinsuits and cover-ups, angel ofcourse holding the sand tools, nifty holding the towels and sunscreen. (theres no sun tho wh-) the only task at hand now was going down the 6 set of stairs to get to the bottom. Luckily getting down was easier than up, making it exhausting to go on after. But it didn't take much to get back going after. Honestly dreading the fact you'd have to walk back up the stair sets by this afternoon.

Eventually you all made it to a small gate that was left open, the right one slightly off its hinges. Two huge bushed on either side, blocking the view until you walked through. First angel and charlie walked through the gate, followed by husk, nifty, than vaggie. Alastor let you go in ahead of him, not bothering to close the gate for obvious reasons. The beach was fairly decent despite how hell's conditions are. There wasn't polution or trash, and a few demons swiming or walking along the beach here and there, overall surprisingly peaceful. Instead of a light blue sky was a blood red one, the rest looked almost exactly the same other than the water, it was a darker, almost light red color. Nifty started setting the towels down to sit on, almost having a coniption when even a little sand got onto it. Vaggie and charlie putting sunscreen on as angel took no time in sprawling the sand tools along the ground, beginning to play in the sand to his hearts content, making you think he's just a child in an adult body. Beginning to strip out of your cover-up, seeing the others soon do the same, eager to get into the water. Husker on the other hand took a seat on the towel, drinking his cheap booze like normal. As you took off the cover-up you looked out at the ocean, seeing the high waves crash against the shore. The sign saying it signalled high tide, but that just made it more fun, ofcourse you just hoped it wouldn't drown you. Eventually setting the clothing on the towel as to not get sand in it. Showing your (f/c) bathing suit underneath, you weren't so sure about it being a two-piece, afraid of judgement, but if you were going to be in the water than it wouldn't be so bad. Looking over to see al already had taken his over shirt off, showing the red striped short-sleeve shirt, along with the matching shorts. One thing you couldn't help but notice was the short fluffy tail and hooves for feet. You haven't really taken the time to process that feature of his, to be fair it just made him look more adorable in your eyes, especially if the tail began waging, unsure why he hid it all the time. He was talking to nifty for amoment before they went their seperate ways, his crimson eyes eventually landing on you, his smile widening as he went over to you, taking notice of your swimsuit almost immediately. You worried he'd reply negatively to it, though all he did was twirl you, hand in hand with him "My, you look lovely as ever, darling!" He said, his voice just as loud and prominent as ever. It made your heart fluster from how happy he looked being here.

"Last one in the water's a rotten egg!" You heard charlie shout, running towards the water, angel, being angel...hopped up, trying to outrun her, a smile forming on your face as you looked over at al, hopping up to leave a kiss on his nose before running out to the water, leaving al to sand there for a moment, soon following closely behind. The only thing slowing you down from completely getting in were the crashing waves pushing you every which way. Angel ending up jumping in, completely disapearing in the water before emerging after a few seconds, pushing his hair out of his face, only haveing a moment before a wave crashed into him, making him have to pay attention more behind him, the waves rising up to a foot or so taller than him, and you were a few feet under him. You pushed past all the waves you could get past to go into the more calmer part of the water, eventually going to an area you barely could touch. Looking back towards the others in the water, seeing them splashing or riding the waves. Alastor was just floating in the water, the waves seeming to not affect him much. Angel eventually turned to you, being a 8 feet away from you, vagually seeing a shoked look on his face, making you confused (and fairly concerned), at that moment you felt the water pulling back, pulling you back as well. "(Y/N) BEHIND YOU!" He yelled, pointing over your head, causing everyone to look your way. You quickly turned around only to see a wave a good few feet taller than you, towering over you as it came crashing down, causing your fear to hit you like a brick.

Pulling you under water, not giving you the chance to hold your breath, already tasting the salt water pooling in your mouth and nose, causing you to gag as it felt like it was burning your brain. Dragging you along with the current before your head hit the bottom. All while only seeing black, the salt burning your eyes if you dared opening them. You felt like completely passing out before you felt a hand firmly grasp your wrist, yanking you up frim the water as they wrapped ther arm around your stomach as they seemingly teleported to shore, immediatly you started coughing and hack up the water that you ingested. You vaguely heard voices around you, all the water in your ears disabling you from hearing clearly. Eventually feeling it drain from them, helping to hear much clearer, you looked up to see alastor had been holding you, possibly pulling you from the water, the water drenched his hair, making his ears droop, his hair in his face a good bit as he stared down at you with wide-eyes, his smile more forced and smaller than previously.

"(Y/n)!" You finally heard him calling you, staring back at him as you looked around the area, seeing the concern on charlie's face. Making you quickly look at the sandy ground. "I- uh- im alright.." You said, slowly getting out of al's arms, though his hand remainded wrapped on your wrist in a firm grip, causing you to look back at al, he had the same look on his face, eventually feeling him begin to shake. "Al?" You fully turned to him, a worried look on your face as you brought your hand toward his cheek, he didn't react. You would have said something, though the others looked as if they were gone, just not around anymore? You looked back at al, but his expression was different, his hair fully covered his eyes as he looked towards the ground, eventually feeling some liquid stream down his cheek, it was bitch black. Was he crying?

"Please dear...dont worry me like that again..." He finally spoke, his voice cracking, the static noise sparking every time he spoke. You stared at him for a while, eventually pulling him into a tight hug. "Im...sorry- im so sorry...i-i didnt mean- i" he quickly shushed you, pulling from the hug a bit to look at you, his hair having been moved from his face, his smile not so forced anymore. "Don't apologize...i know it wasn't your intention, just be more careful" he said jokingly, cupping your cheek with his hand. You quietly chuckled in return, leaning in as you kissed him on the lips, setting your hand on his shoulder, he leaned into it not a moment later, wrapping his arm around your back to bring you closer, feeling the tears on his face come in contact with yours. Eventually pulling away as you stared at him. "Don't worry, im sure I'll be alright" you said, quietly laughing as you felt the atmosphere go back to normal as if time resumed. Seeing everyone still standing there with their concerned looks, you just gave them a soft smile. "Don't worry, im just fine, cmon, we came here to have fun!"

After the day began ending you all started packing, pretty ready to get a shower and cuddle up in bed. Everyone gathering the things before walking back past the gates, looking back up towards the stairs...oh right. The stairs...

damnit.

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ryosei-hime · 3 years

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Personal Space

Inspired by Husk’s hatred of his demon body. Also available over on AO3.

Husk growled as he pushed Angel off his shoulders for the hundredth time. When would that clingy bastard learn what personal space was? But he just gave him that smug grin and used his second pair of hands to play with one of Husk’s wings instead.

“Well, aren’t we a cranky little kitty cat?”

That did it. Husk grabbed the hands messing with his wings and threw them back to their slutty source.

“Fuck off already, you two-bit whore!”

Angel gave him a faux-shocked expression, one hand on his cheek and another his chest.

“Ouch! But in case you were wonderin’ my rates are a lot higher than that, old man.”

Then he was all over him again, arms everywhere.

“I think I could give ya’ an in-house discount, though. What’d ya say, pussy cat?”

Husk’s face twitched as Angel held him there, picking at the sorest spot in his psyche. Why’d he constantly have to remind Husk of this stupid fuckin body? Even his foul mouth failed him. He exploded from the tangle of arms with a feral sound and stood breathing heavily for a moment, trying to gather his wits.

He must have surprised Angel who watched him warily now.

“What’s your problem?!” Husk cried finally.

Angel gave him that irritating grin again, whatever hesitancy he’d instilled gone just like that.

“Pick your poison, Pops. I got a whole catalogue.”

“Get this through your thick fuckin’ skull,” Husk growled, poking a claw into his chest fluff. “You call me a cat one more god damn time, I’ll be rippin’ your clients a new hole to fuck!”

“Ooh, someone’s sensitive,” Angel cooed, leaning in so close, Husk could feel his breath tickling the hairs in his ear. “But I find cats to be very attractive.”

Husk felt a weird pulse in his chest as he shoved Angel away. But somehow the rage had ebbed. All that remained was a strange weakness in his limbs, a hollowness in his lungs, and a pain he’d rather ignore.

“Yeah, you would,” he muttered. “Freak.”

He slipped behind the bar and started following his instincts. A little cheap booze and all these stupid things beating around inside him would sink and drown. He’d hoped that would be the end of this ridiculous exchange, hoped it was late enough Angel might go to fuckin bed, or fuckin in someone else’s. But he didn’t. The bastard wanted to ruin even this solace.

Angel approached but didn’t lean across the bar or pose seductively against it like he usually did. He put a pair of hands on the edge of the bar and sighed.

“Hey, Husk, I ain’t tryin’ to hurt you or nothin’, ya know. I’m just - ah - what’s the word-?”

“A bastard?” Husk volunteered.

“Playful,” Angel finished, sitting on a stool. “It’s only cause I like ya, you know that, right?”

Husk was a little caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice, the genuine way he gazed at him.

“You’re shittin’ me, right?”

“Nah, I think you’re a cutie.”

“Watch it,” Husk warned.

“Come on, Husk,” Angel sighed. “Remember when you first got here and I made Vaggy keep you.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Remember? I said “we’re keeping this” and she thought I meant the liquor.”

He laughed and slapped the bar, giving Husk a look as if it were a joke they shared but Husk just looked confused.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh.” Angel’s smile turned smug again. “You don’t know I was talkin’ about you. That’s cute.”

“Don’t-”

But before he could threaten Angel again, those damn hands were reaching out for him, stealing away his breath. He took one of Husk’s paws in two of his hands while another ran down his arm softly.

“Hey. Just so ya know, ain’t nothin’ wrong with this body. So get used to it, kitty.”

Before Husk could take a swing at him, Angel backed away from the bar and gave him a wink. He even looked back at him one more time as he headed to his room like some kind of love sick teenager.

Husk scoffed and went back to his drink, but Angel’s words were setting in and simmering on the surface of his mind, refusing to sink like everything else.

“Asshole,” he muttered to himself as he stared down at the reflection in his bottle.

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