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theyanderespecialist · 4 months

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Pass The Salt (Scenario) Yandere Alastor X Charlie OC Marie (Hazbin Hotel)

(No One's POV)

Marie Morningstar got a call from her dad last night, he was coming for dinner! Tonight! She ran to Alastor for help. Knocking on his door as Vaggie is manning the staff. Alastor's door opens and Marie walks in. He is sitting there eating a dear.

"Alastor, Oh Satan's ball I need your help!" She cries out.

"Mmmm? And what for my dear?" He asks.

"My dad is coming for Dinner and the hotel is not ready! He has not met my girlfriend yet! He wants to see how the hotel is doing! HELP!" She cries and Alastor seems to be thinking about it.

He was familiar with Lucifer, but also, he could finally make his intention clear.

"All right, first we need to get the hotel in order and some fresh foo-" Suddenly he stopped as she wrapped her around him and buried her face into his chest.

"THANK YOU!" She almost sobs.

Her daddy issues were strong. He can use them to his advantage. He also did not hate her touching him as much as others when they did it.

(The daddy issues are strong with this one)

(XD Unstable daddy issues I fear, Daddy issues are now the force XD)

She suddenly pulled away and gave a nervous laugh. “Right- personal space- sorry, it’s in my head.” She pointed to her head as she gave a nervous laugh.

“I just got so excited- oh Alastor, thank you, thank you, thank you.” She said as she clapped and beamed, barely standing in one place for more than a few seconds.

"Well let's get to it little one~" He says. "We got to make your father a nine-course meal and get this hotel into shape!"

She blushed when he called her little one and walked her down the steps to the hotel where Vaggie was in charge of the guests and staff.

He snaps his fingers and suddenly dozen voodoo dolls appear. He gave them instructions and they got to work.

"Me and Marie will be in the kitchen, do not disturb us!" Alastor called and led Marie away.

Vaggie suddenly however stopped the two.

“Uh- excuse me, what’s going on- Marie, are you seriously having Alastor cook dinner tonight?” Vaggie asked as Alastor’s smile widened and his eye twitched slightly.

This month was far too involved...

“Alastor is a, really, really good cook Vaggie, he’s the perfect person to ask for help!”

"Do not worry there will be no demon meat!" Alastor says. "I would never do such a thing to the King or Queen of Hell!"

Marie nodded her head.

(I like how he did not add princess XD)

(XD Bad Alastor

(XD)

“Yeah Vaggie, remember, our trust lesson earlier this year at the beginning? We have to true everyone here, even Alastor.” Marie said as she smiled and held her girlfriend’s hand.

“Uh, he didn’t mention you..or any of us,” Vaggie said as she looked at her girlfriend and then narrowed her eyes on Alastor.

"I am sure he never fed us it!" She says with a smile. "We got a few hours, I need you to get the guests and staff ready, they need to be ready not to act out in front of my dad. This is the first time he took interest and I want to show him what we are doing here is good."

Vaggie nods her head and kisses her cheek, Alastor almost growls and then they go to cook.

Alastor kept his eye on Vaggie until she was gone before looking at Marie who was waiting excitedly for his direction. That is one thing she knew, the kitchen was Alastor’s territory, at least when it came to cooking. It was hers in terms of baking.

“So what are we going to make, what do we need, what can I do to help?” She asked.

(God she’s adorable lmao)

He instructed her and helped her do everything and then she turned to him. "I need your help making candy apples, they're my dad's favorite dessert." She tells him and he nods his head.

They got everything done and the food was being monitored by Alastor Voodoo to stay perfect.

"OH I got to get dre-" Alastor snapped her fingers and she was washed and dressed perfectly.

They rush out and see Vaggie in a dress. "Oh, Vaggie you look great!" Marie gushes.

"Angel Dust and Husk decided to go out for dinner and I got nifty and sir pentious to leave as well, she would have been all over him. They will come back but they agreed to get the business stuff out first so they do not ruin the dinner."

Marie nodded. "That was a good idea," Marie says a more intimate dinner and then have coffee and drinks introducing the guests.

That is when the door is knocked on and Marie walks to it opening it and there is Lucifer Morningstar.

Marie smiled, going to hug her father before stopping and holding her hand out to shake his instead,

“Hi, Dad.” “Marie. I see the hotel isn’t in shambles.” He said as Marie gave a nervous laugh.

“Oh, yeah- yeah it’s going great Dad, you’re going to love dinner, I’ve got a surprise for you too,” Marie said as she was going to say she was dating Vaggie

Alastor smiled and led them to the table. "Let's eat dinner or it will get cold! Your Majesty, might I just say that you have the most amazing daughter in all of hell?"

(Alastor buttering up Lucifer XD)

(Gotta get daddy’s blessing before you steal his daughter)

(mmmmmm hmmmmm XD)

Vaggie stopped as she looked up at Alastor. She didn’t like when he’d compliment Marie, or felt..weird. Fucking Weird.

However, Marie seemed happy at Alastor’s words, Lucifer, why he was proud.

The food came out as Marie realized when she passed around the salt, she forgot to salt her food as it sat between Alastor and Lucifer, but closer to her father.

So she spoke up.

“Daddy, can you pass the salt please?”

suddenly both Alastor and Lucifer's hands were on the salt and the room went dead silent except for Alastor's Radio static. Marie's face was bright red and Lucifer looked shocked.

"Marie, are you sleeping with the Radio Demon?!" He asks

Marie blushed even more. "I-I-"

"Not yet, but she will be~," Alastor says and passes the salt to Marie. Who gave a weak and flustered thank you.

Vaggie was doing her best not to stab Alastor, but she could not do anything while Lucifer was here. She looked ready to kill Alastor who cut into his food. Vaggie knew this meant war. Lucifer was thinking how proud he was of his daughter for dating a respectable overlord like Alastor!

(XD Well Daddy Gave his blessing XD)

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dontasktheradiodemon · 3 years

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Happy Half-Anniversary

It’s been exactly six months since Alastor and Sir Pentious aka Telly @usedhearts got together. Alastor remembers this! Telly does not. Alastor’s using this advantage to launch an evil surprise.

The evil surprise is a romantic dinner date.

And a very significant bit of love magic.

Alastor

Most people would consider having a partner with only a vague sense of important calendar dates to be a downside. Alastor, on the other hand, thought it was a perfect opportunity to set up a romantic evening on an extremely predictable day and still have it be a pleasant surprise.

The only risk was that Telly might get involved in something else before Alastor could launch his surprise. So to head that off:

🎶 Keep your schedule clear this evening! I'm making one hell of a dinner!

Telly

Telly had no plans, except of the evil variety. And those were more overarching, than set to a specific day or evening. So, when he got the text, he smiled.

🎩 Of course, my love! I will look forward to it. 😄

Alastor

🎶 Wonderful! Then I'll see you tonight! <https://youtu.be/JVBYDZrQqyM>

And with that, all that was left to do was prepare dinner: a five-course meal, half of the ingredients stealthily prepared over the past week so that he could get them ready as quickly as possible tonight, mixed with a quick trip to the bathroom to ensure he'd look his absolute best by the time dinner was ready. By the time he broadcast a message on the ship PA calling Telly to the kitchen, four dishes were laid out on the counter, ready to go, and the dessert nearly ready to pop in the oven.

Telly

Telly had made sure to clean up himself before it was time, knowing when his beloved partner-in-crime liked to have dinner served. He slithered into the kitchen a minute or two after being called, a smile on his face.

"Good evening, darling." He glanced at the table and let out a soft whistle. "My, my, what a spread you've prepared! What's the occasion?" He said in a joking tone.

Alastor

"Funny you should ask!" Alastor swept over to Telly with a plate of deviled quail eggs, pecked him on the lips, and then offered the plate. "Today just so happens to be our six months anniversary."

Telly

Telly had taken an egg and it was halfway to his mouth when what Alastor said fully registered. He frozen and his eyes widened, before he let out a high whine.

"Oh my god, I forgot! I'm sorry, my dear, I....you know how I am with time and dates, my apologies." He looked contrite-- even as he finally ate the deviled egg.

"Mm, these are very good," He mumbled.

Alastor

Alastor laughed. "I knew you would! Which gave me the perfect opportunity to surprise you, didn't it?" He winked, smirking impishly. Like he's just pulled off a hilarious prank instead of a romantic dinner.

"Good, I'm glad! I don't use quail eggs very often, but, *well,* I thought the occasion called for something a little less pedestrian than mere *chicken* eggs."

Telly

"Oh. Oh!" Telly perked back up and smiled, taking another egg to pop into his mouth. He laughed softly. "You're not angry that I forgot then?"

He wrapped an arm around Alastor's waist and pulled him close, kissing his cheek. "Happy Anniversary, darling, all of this looks absolutely delicious, and you certainly did surprise me!"

Alastor

"Certainly not! I know how you are, *mon roi*—if I'd needed you to remember it, I'd have been reminding you for the last three days."

He kissed Telly back and took an egg for himself. "It should be a spectacular dinner, I think! Dessert still needs to be popped in the oven, but—ah..." Suddenly self-conscious, he said, "Well, that's... I'd like to talk to you about that first, actually."

Telly

"Talk to me about dessert? I would think that by now you'd know exactly what I like." He laughed, and then slithered to take his seat at the table. Telly leaned his elbow on the table, and then set his cheek in his hand.

"What is it about this dessert that needs discussing?"

Alastor

"I should hope I do! But no, it's an extra ingredient I wonder about." He took a seat as well, reaching across the table to take Telly's hand. "So. There's some magic designed to—tie two people together. Or strengthen the tie if one already exists. Sometimes it's used to make sure a loved one comes home—my mother made me a special dinner before I shipped off to war to guarantee I'd come back, I think half the mothers in our neighborhood did. And sometimes it's used to try to ensnare somebody—that's where you get those love potions that leave a target completely obsessed."

Alastor squeezed Telly's hand. "Now, I don't think either of us needs a love potion." He laughed wryly. "But, well—we're a couple of dangerous people doing dangerous things in the most dangerous place imaginable. Deck's stacked against us. If we can get one more power out there working to keep us together and make sure we keep coming home to each other, I think we could use it. And this fits the bill." He nodded toward the unfinished batter.

"The downside is if this ever does go wrong and we need to break things off, it'll be a hell of a lot harder, and it'll hurt a lot more, because we'll have to fight against magic that's fighting to keep us together. We'd be gambling on the hope that we're never going to want to separate. And if you don't want to take that chance, that's fine, I pop dessert in the oven the way it is and we'll have a delicious chocolate loaf. But... well." He smiled crookedly, an oddly vulnerable look in his eyes. "A few months ago I wouldn't have been this kind of foolish romantic. But today I am—if you are, too."

Telly

Telly listened, his thumb rubbing against Alastor's hand where they were clasped on top of the table. His head tilted as he thought, and once Alastor was finished speaking, he let out a soft laugh.

"And you said _I_ was moving fast." He snickered again. "I jest, love. That is certainly an interesting idea. I've always thought of love potions as just the types that make someone fall in love, I didn't know they could be used for more."

He took a breath. "I think the benefits would outweigh the risks. We've conquered every hurtle so far with our various relationship issues. I think we can conquer anything else that would come our way. So, in short, yes. Let's do it. You know how security conscious I can be, so something that tipped the scales moreso in our favor, _I_ am in favor for."

He smiled brightly. "How do we do it?"

Alastor

He winced. "I know. I know it's fast." And hid his face behind his free hand. He was, in fact, embarrassed at himself. He wasn't quite betting his whole future on Telly, but he was sure betting a big chunk of it. That wasn't like him.

But Telly said yes. Alastor half-lowered his hand to watch Telly as he spoke, then finally lowered it completely when he finished. They were doing this. He squeezed Telly's hand again, beaming. "There's not much left to it. I dump in a few more herbs, we both add a few drops of blood—it could be any bits of ourselves, but I think blood's more appealing than spit and dandruff, personally—then mix it thoroughly and bake it like any other cake."

Telly

"Blood makes sense." Telly nodded, and then his face blanked momentarily as a thought burst into his head unbidden.

"I don't want to use this particular thing, but I must ask, would semen work for it? Since it is a part of us and everything. Good Lord, that's embarrassing to say, but my brain will not let me not know!" He laughed as he rose and slithered over to the counter.

Alastor

"Ha! It'd work just fine!" He joined Telly at the counter, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I've heard of girls trying to catch guys by mixing their juices in a meal for him. I've never heard of it ending well, but then it tends not to when you use magic to force someone with no interest in you to suddenly become obsessed."

He picked up a cup he'd already prepared with a mix of herbs and spices, most of them ground too small to be distinguishable except for some shreds of dried rose petals. He dumped them in the bowl, then offered a small, sharp knife to Telly that looked like it would be more at home on a witch's altar than in a kitchen. "Would you care to do the honors?"

Telly

"The honors for you, or for myself? Because I think it would be quite romantic for us to prick each others' fingers and all. Romantic and ritualistic in a way that feels thrilling to me." He took the knife and balanced it in his hands, his finger pressed against the tip to inspect the blade.

Alastor

Alastor's eyes lit up. "I meant for yourself, but I like your idea better." He tugged off a glove with his teeth and offered his hand to Telly.

Telly

Telly smiled, and then very carefully took Alastor's hands. He singled out his index finger, holding it and the knife in sure grips. Telly slowly pressed the tip of the knife into Alastor's fingertip and then squeezed it to make the blood appear. Holding it over the bowl he made sure the drops landed before pulling his lover's hand to his mouth, and sucking on it, with a grin.

Alastor

Well hello there, don't mind the sudden music when the knife pricks his finger or the way it swells when Telly slips Alastor's finger in his mouth. Alastor tightened his arm around Telly to tug him closer, pressed his face to the crook of his neck, and muttered, "You can keep the whole damn finger if you want."

Telly

Telly's tongue lapped against the fingertip, and after a few moments, he pulled it free. He took a towel from the counter and gently wiped Alastor's finger clean. He removed his own glove and offered Alastor the knife, handle first.

"Your turn," He said, voice a bit thicker than normal.

Alastor

He pecked Telly on the lips as he took the knife. "All right..."

And then stopped. Knife to Telly's fingertip, but pressing no further. The thought of breaking the skin made his heart leap into his throat and his blood run cold.

Stupid. It was just enough for a couple of drops of blood. "Tell me if I go too far, darling." Carefully, he pressed the knife just barely hard enough to draw a pinprick of blood.

Telly

Telly only smiled, not even a wince when his finger was pricked. "You're fine, darling. It's only a pinprick, I'm fine." He moved his hand to hold it over the bowl, as he leaned in to kiss Alastor's cheek.

Alastor

"Right. Right, I know." Don't mind if he has to take a shaky breath, he's fine. He kissed Telly back more firmly, then carefully squeezed out a few drops of blood, kissed the fingertip, and slid Telly's finger in his mouth to lick the tiny wound.

Telly

Telly's breath hitched just slightly at Alastor sucking on his finger, too. He leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, purring low in his chest.

"Now it just goes in the oven?"

Alastor

How he loved the taste, but how he hated having to give Telly even the slightest harm to get it. He let go of Telly's finger and pressed a little closer to him to feel his purr. "I've got to mix it and stick it in a pan, but essentially, yes. You can take a seat and work on the hors d'oeuvres while I finish up."

Telly

Telly used the recently pricked finger to tilt Alastor's chin up, and smiled at him before he leaned in to kiss his lips. Slowly, he pulled back, whispering a soft 'I love you' against his lips before separating to go sit back at the table.

"These hors d'oeuvres are delicious, darling."

Alastor

He silently mouthed *I love you* against Telly's lips, then got to work stirring up the mix.

"Aren't they? I'll have to keep the recipe saved." He grabbed another couple of the eggs before they could all be eaten. "Dessert should be ready about the time we finish the main course, assuming we eat like normal people instead of—well—us." He laughed.

Telly

Telly laughed as well. "Yes, thankfully, I think we've gotten better at not devouring all food in sight instantly." And by 'we' he meant mostly himself.

Alastor

"I don't think I have. Hah!" He finally slid the loaf tray into the oven, took his seat across from Telly, and—with a dramatic flourish—the lights dimmed and several lit candles appeared floating over the table. Pulling out all the stops tonight.

"So!" He gestured at the other plates on the table. "We've got roasted oysters for an appetizer—which I'm *told* are an aphrodisiac, you'd have to tell me—" a wink, "—then a shrimp and watermelon salad for, well, the salad, coq au vin for the main course—and of course dessert." An *actual* five course meal, counting the deviled egg hors d'oeuvres, and Alastor was very proud of himself for that. It felt classy.

Telly

"Well, well! Never thought of shrimp and watermelon together, that'll be interesting. And I'm you'll be well aware if the oysters make me randy," He said, giggling as he reached for one. He popped it into his mouth and hummed as he chewed.

"Mm, delicious, but I expect nothing less from something made by my lovely partner-in-crime."

Alastor

"The salad's a recipe from Louisiana," he said proudly. "Or so I'm told, anyway—I didn't learn it in life, a more recent arrival brought it in.

He beamed at the praise, then took a taste himself. Delicious. "I had to sneak to Earth during my lunch break to get all the shellfish. I think it was worth it!"

Telly

"Well worth it. You spoil me with surface foods, it's delightful." He winked at Alastor. He took another oyster, and smiled.

"Any other plans for us other than dinner, darling? I'm yours all night, you know."

Alastor

Check out that utterly sappy look on his face. Who would have thought it was possible with all those fangs. "I like spoiling you."

He took another for himself. "Well, you tell me how those oysters treat you and that might decide our plans." He laughed. "But no—just dinner and the potion, that's all I planned. The rest of the night is free."

Telly

Telly laughed, a nice and loud one, nearly a cackle but not quite. "Well then, I suppose we'll see where things head after dinner-- if I'm not too full to get up to other activities." He purred and took Alastor's hand across the table.

"This was a wonderful surprise, darling. Thank you."

Alastor

"And I hope I'll be able to give you many more." He squeezed Telly's hand. "If you think this is something, imagine what we'll get up to for our real anniversary!" What *were* they going to get up to? He had no idea yet.

"Say! Speaking of planning ahead, do you know what's only a few months away?"

Telly

He smiled and squeezed Alastor's hand. He ate another oyster-- they were almost gone now. "What?" He asked, head tilting.

Alastor

"Mardi Gras!" He's planning WAY ahead. "As stupendous as our last costumes wore, imagine what we can do if they're not last minute! Now's the perfect time to start working on them!"

Telly

"Oh, yes, having more time to plan for that would be wonderful. But what about our plans to get throw away costumes and toss colored swamp water balloons at people?" He grinned, the expression filled with mischief and evil.

Alastor

"Right!" His eyes lit up. "We can do both. Throw away costumes to ruin everyone else's night, and then switch into our nice costumes. Act like we arrived late after the miscreants ran out of balloons and fled."

Telly

Telly giggled wildly. "Oh, very good! How dastardly we will be." He winked.

"Well, I chose the theme last time, so I think it's only fair that you'd get to pick this time."

Alastor

"Won't we! Everyone's going to be miserable but us!" Alastor finished off the last oyster, then slid over his salad plate. "*Well.* I'll tell you what I'm *not* going to do, I'm not going to wear anything that even slightly resembles a *Hamilton* character." He propped his chin in his hand thoughtfully. "You know—I've always been fond of jester costumes at Mardi Gras, but I can't remember the last time I wore one I'd actually put real effort into. Maybe a jester and his king?" A wink. "Or queen, if you want to do drag again? Assuming you won't be embarrassed to be seen with a clown!"

Telly

"Well, proper court jesters were more than just mere clowns, there are some that were known for their acerbic wit! And isn't the jester's job to be sure to please and amuse their monarch?" Telly winked. He started to eat some of the salad-- his face taking a brief journey at the flavors before landing on pleased.

"I think Queen would work better, just from a logistical standpoint, with my tail."

Alastor

"Oh, I know." For a moment there's something dark in Alastor's smile. "There's a special kind of power in being the only person in the room who can sass the king. Not that I want to sass *you,* darling! But, well. Some people have ambitions to be royalty—personally, *I'd* like to be the one person that not even the royalty can touch."

He watched Telly's face closely until his face journey was completed. Good, he liked it! Alastor took a bite himself. "Then a queen you'll be!"

Telly

"We should pick some suitably fancy colors for the outfits as well. Gold will be a must, I think." He winked, taking another bite of the salad.

Alastor

"Oh, gold is *absolutely* necessary. We could go for the traditional Mardi Gras colors and throw in green and purple—nobody would give our palette any points for originality, but...?"

Telly

"Hm...Maybe add in some black to offset the brighter colors as well, tie it into my natural color pallette! Maybe by then, I could change the pink of my eyes to a purple or green to go along with it." He smiled brightly.

Alastor

"I like the pink of your eyes." He batted his eyelashes adoringly, playing up the besotted lover. "You're the only person I know who makes pinkeye look good."

Telly

"I know you do, darling, but the costume's demands are what they will be." He batted his eyes back. He finished his salad and hummed.

"I think it's time for the main course!"

Alastor

The plates magically slid themselves in place. "I do like that idea—purple, green, gold, and black."

Telly

"It sounds like a plan. What era of royalty would we be styling ourselves after? I suppose a French look would be better considering." He shrugged, and started in on the main course. An almost obscene noise came from him at the first taste.

"This is delicious," He said, taking another bite.

Alastor

His smile threatened to split his face in half. There was *nothing* better than watching Telly eat the meal Alastor had lovingly prepared for him and hearing how much he enjoyed it.

"I don't do chicken nearly enough. But I had a nice Burgundy on hand, so I thought, well, why not mix things up for a special occasion?" He tasted his own. Not bad at all. "Now, this is the part where the American in the room admits he doesn't know the first thing about different royalty eras. You could slap an ermine coat and a crown on anybody and tell me 'That's the fourth king of Prussia, 1305 to 1324!' and I'd say 'Your Majesty!'"

Telly

Telly laughed, shaking his head a bit. "Well then, I suppose you'll have to do some research! I'm afraid I was never one to pay attention to the royalty of the time, I was too busy. But I heard the era right before the revolution was interesting aesthetically." He shrugged a bit, then took another bite.

Alastor

"We'll have to look into it! And see who had the fanciest jesters. As long as I get to wear the little bell hat, I won't compromise on that!"

Telly

"Well, of course you get a little bell hat, you wouldn't be a jester without it!" Telly laughed, taking another bite.

"Did you want to check on the cake, love?"

Alastor

"It's on a timer!" He said this so proudly. Look at him with his timers for his cakes. Makes him feel like an adult who's got his shit together.

... But now that Telly asked he was paranoid. He leaned over to the oven, pulled it open a crack, and peered in. "It looks fine!" And shut it. "It should be just a few more minutes."

Telly

"Time enough for me to finish this off then," He said, smiling. He hummed as he continued to take bites.

Alastor

"Exactly as I planned it!" And he turned his attention to finishing his own plate as well.

Telly

A few more bites, and Telly finished, sighing in delight. "That was a most delicious meal, my darling. And the cake will be a lovely end to it."

Alastor

"I hope so! Niffty certainly didn't complain about the recipe!" A thoughtful pause. "Although I never heard back from that young man she was trying to enthrall." A shrug! No news is good news, probably.

Telly

Telly let out a cackle. "Oh, so you used her as a test subject, eh? How unethical of you." The grin on his face made it clear he enjoyed that bit.

Alastor

"*Au contraire*, she *volunteered!*" He grinned wickedly. "Now, that boy she's had wrapped around her finger the last few days—*he* was a test subject."

Telly

"An unethical test subject! Be still my beating heart!" Telly laughed, dramatically putting the back of his hand on his forehead as he grinned. "You're so dastardly, darling!"

Alastor

"Now, I've done plenty of unethical things in my time; but the *test subjects*—" he leaned across the table to give Telly an adoring look, "—I learned that from *you*, my darling."

Telly

"I'm glad to be such an evil influence, my love." He leaned over and kissed him.

Alastor

Alastor kissed back. He's gonna get his coat on one of the dirty plates and he doesn't care.

Telly

Without breaking the kiss, Telly left his seat and slithered around the table. Settling on his coils, he tugged Alastor closer.

Alastor

*Flexible.* Alastor sank down onto Telly's coils and slid an arm around his shoulders, leaning into the kiss.

Telly

It seemed those oysters were working, because Telly couldn't get enough of Alastor's mouth, tongue flicking in and out. His arms tightened around him.

Alastor

It must be the oysters, because Alastor had them too and he's just as hungry for Telly's mouth. He shifted on Telly's tail, readjusting himself so he could wrap his legs around him instead—

—the oven timer went off—

—and Alastor's footing slipped mid-adjustment, he slid off Telly's coils, and landed on his butt on the floor.

Telly

Telly didn't react in time to catch him, and indeed, was rather stunned to find himself without a deer in his arms a second after he'd been kissing him. He let out a startled laugh and covered his mouth in surprise.

"Oh, darling, are you okay?" He asked, leaning down to help him up.

Alastor

"Please!" He turned his face away, hand held to his forehead. "Don't witness me in my moment of indignity!" Yeah, he's fine.

He accepted Telly's hand, but mainly to kiss it. He got back to his feet, brushed himself off, and turned to the oven. "But, more importantly!" He opened the oven, grabbed a toothpick off the counter to stick in the cake, and examined it when he pulled it out. "Looks done to me!"

Telly

Telly laughed, standing back to his full height as Alastor checked the cake. "Well then, it should cool for a bit, yes? I don't think we want to sear off all our tastebuds with cake that's too hot."

Alastor

"Right you are!" He pulled on an oven mitt to slide the cake out and set it on the stove. It was obviously chocolatey, but sitting in a pan shaped like a bread loaf, and a sprinkling of rose petals on top of the loaf. The petals hadn't come out quite as aesthetically as Alastor had hoped, but then he was a chef, not an artist. It was visible. It got the point across.

Telly

Telly wrapped his arms around Alastor from behind, kissing his cheek and then down his jaw. "I think we have time for a little fooling around while it cools."

Alastor

For a brief moment, Alastor was struck with amazement at the seemingly hypnotic power that libidos held over most human beings, his own beloved included. And then he mentally shrugged and went *eh, sure, why not.*

He turned around in Telly's arms, a disembodied song starting up as he pressed their foreheads together. "Oh..." A nip at Telly's lip. "Maybe just a little time."

Telly

Telly purred, sliding the two of them sideways, so they wouldn't wreck the cake. And then he lifted Alastor onto the counter, slotting his hips between Alastor's legs. His hand cupped the side of his head as he kissed him.

Alastor

Oh—he liked when Telly lifted him really a lot more than he probably should. He hooked his ankles together behind Telly's tail, hugged him loosely, and hummed along with his own music into the kiss.

Telly

Telly laughed a bit into the kiss, mostly at the humming. His hands slid down Alastor's back, and stroked the tip of his tail. He nipped at Alastor's lips, purring deeply.

Alastor

His tail swished contentedly back and forth on the countertop, brushing Telly's fingers. He took the nip as an invitation and deepened the kiss, seeking out Telly's tongue.

Telly

Said tongue welcomed him, flicking into Alastor's mouth. His fingers continued to play with the tip of the tail, as his own tailtip slid up to wrap around Alastor's leg.

Alastor

You know, he thought he could stay right here for a while. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, "Happy half anniversary," and then sank back in.

Telly

Telly got out a 'Happy' in return before his words were swallowed again by Alastor's kiss. He moaned softly against his lips, purring deep in his chest.

Alastor

Well, Alastor should *hope* Telly was happy.

As far as Alastor was concerned, he could keep this right up without change either until Telly got bored with simply making out or until the chocolate loaf had time to cool.

Telly

And Telly was nowhere near bored. He could kiss Alastor all night if they could, and certainly until the loaf was cool enough to eat. They'd have time for more vigorous activities later.

Alastor

Several songs and quite a bit of snogging later, Alastor surfaced from the haze of Mouth with a heavy blink like he was emerging from a hypnotic trance. "Mm—we should... check the..." He pointed toward the cake.

Telly

Telly, equally as out of it, blinked and then nodded. "Yes....the...." He turned his head, as if to remind himself by looking at it. "Cake."

Alastor

"The *cake.*" There was the word. "The *magic* cake." All right, get that fuzz out of his head, time to think straight again. He unhooked his ankles and leaned over to prod the cake pan. "Well, it *feels* cool enough." He pulled out a tray to set the cake on once he'd freed it from its pan.

Telly

"Mm, does it? Good, good." Telly stayed a bit dazed, one hand resting on Alastor's hip. "Do you know what it's going to feel like when we eat it?"

Alastor

"Probably not like anything, really. Unless you're *very* sensitive to magic, which I don't think you are yet." He pulled out a couple more plates and a knife to cut the cake. "If we barely knew each other and one of us was using it to try to force infatuation out of the other, oh, the victim would feel *that.* But since we're already together, it should be more subtle. Imagine if two rocks are already touching each other and then suddenly they turn into magnets. You probably won't notice a change unless you try to pull them apart."

Telly

"Ah, I see." Telly hummed and smiled. "We should feed each other the first bites, just like how we pricked each others' fingers. A nice parallel."

Alastor

Alastor gave Telly the *sweetest* smile. "Someday they're going to make a movie about us, and we're going to have to play ourselves because nobody else will be romantic enough." He pulled over the plates and broke off a bite-sized chunk of one slice. "And we'll be the villains in our own movie, too. All right, at the same time?"

Telly

"Yes, at the same time." Telly grinned, picking a piece off the other slice. He held it out for Alastor to take a bite, and opened his mouth for his own.

Alastor

Part of him still couldn't believe he was doing this. He held out Telly's bite. "Here's to you and me forever." He took his own and kissed Telly's fingertips.

Telly

"Forever," Telly repeated, closing his mouth around his bite, his tongue flicking against Alastor's fingers. He pulled back to chew it and swallow, then grinned.

Alastor

That was that. It was done. Did he feel any different? Some butterflies in his stomach, but he was pretty sure that was from his nervousness, not the cake.

"It's a little on the sweet side." But then he'd flavored it with Telly's tastes in mind.

Telly

"Very sweet, yes. Just like you." He grinned and kissed Alastor. He'd been right, Telly didn't feel any different, which he supposed was a good thing.

Alastor

Kiss! "And here I thought I'd taste a little funny! Like the jester I am." He laughed and fished out a couple of forks for them to finish their slices. "We're going to have to lock the rest of the cake up. Imagine if one of the eggs got hold of it."

Telly

"Ha! I think their feelings towards me would be unchanged, but I doubt you'd want them infatuated with you too!" He grinned and picked up his plate. He took one of the forks from Alastor, and started eating the rest of his slice.

Alastor

"The halls would be filled with scrambled eggs. I wouldn't be able to stop myself." He laughed.

Telly

Telly snorted and laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised, not one bit!" He leaned in to kiss Alastor's cheek.

Alastor

And a return kiss—which left a few crumbs on Telly's cheek. Alastor licked them off without hesitation. A real romantic.

Telly

Telly chuckled. "Once we're finished with the cake, I think we should retire to the bedroom." He leaned in to whisper in Alastor's ear. "I wish to know you carnally," he said, but he couldn't finish the sentence without giggling.

Alastor

Good thing Telly was laughing, because Alastor cracked up immediately, kicking his heel against the cabinet doors. "Would you! Is that what you want! And I suppose you'd like to know me in the Biblical sense as well?" He managed to control his laughter just enough to seductively murmur back, "I think I'd like to know *you* a little better, too." Although he immediately started giggling again.

Telly

Telly laughed harder, wrapping an arm around him. He leaned over to kiss him, even as he still laughed. "Oh darling, I love you."

Alastor

Kiss! "I love you, too."

Then he leaned back to pop the last bit of cake in his mouth. "Shall we?" The dirty plates moved themselves off the table to the sink, and a cake lid drifted down out of a cabinet to cover the remaining cake.

Telly

"Yes, I think we shall!" Telly scooped Alastor off the counter, carrying him bridal style toward their bedroom. "What a lovely halfway Anniversary we've had. Thank you, darling."

Alastor

Someday he was going to get used to being scooped up. Today was not that day. He immediately flung an arm around Telly for support. "Thank *you* for—you know—making it possible."

Telly

"Well, one good thing about my lack of memory in regards to dates, you'll always be able to surprise me!" He laughed, giving Alastor a kiss.

"Now, we shall adjourn to the bedroom!" And off he slithered.

Alastor

"I meant for keeping me around for six months. Can't have an anniversary without a partner-in-crime."

He kissed Telly back. Off to the bedroom they go.

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charliesradiodemon · 4 years

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Charlastor Week 2020 Day 4: Jealous/Possessive

34. To Pretend (TUMBLR ATE THE ASK FOR THIS REQUEST IM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS ONE)

(I’m cheating again, but it shouldn’t be so much of a surprise anymore lol (im doing it a couple more times this week just fyi) Please enjoy this double whammy! I think both prompts fit together very well!)

To Pretend

It was happening again.

Another meeting with another duke’s son. Her mother and father had been setting up more and more meetings with suitors and frankly, Charlie wondered how this one got through her father’s personal screening.

The fish demon was the eldest son of yet another “respected duke of Hell” and thus a potential suitor for Charlie. She couldn’t remember his name, but he was the rudest, most entitled asswipe Charlie had ever met. Besides her ex boyfriend Harold of course.

He showed up at the hotel out of the blue to introduce himself before their scheduled date. Now they sat in the hotel’s lobby, engaged in a one-sided conversation that ebbed away at Charlie’s sanity. She’d tuned him out long ago and had no clue what he was talking about at this point. She didn’t even bother to respond anymore either. Not that politeness would matter, he was far too focused on himself to notice Charlie’s boredom.

She wished she could just get up and leave. It would have been easy considering how little the man payed attention to her. But even if she did, he would eventually notice and the fish demon was certain to either hunt her down in the hotel or complain to her father, who would certainly not appreciate her decision. No, she needed a good reason and fast if she was going to preserve her sanity.

In that moment she heard the front door open. She perked up and smiled hopefully. ‘This is my chance!’

She glanced at the suitor and found he was still so engrossed in his story that he wasn’t paying attention to Charlie in the slightest. ‘Perfect!’

To Charlie’s surprise, it was Alastor who’d just come in. He was probably here for his usual visit to check in on the hotel. That, or he was just bored and wanted to chat with her as he did on occasion.

Once he walked into the room, Alastor turned his attention to the noisy individual in the lobby. And to his surprise Charlie was there with him. She was the reason for his visit today and he didn’t appreciate the annoying demon next to her taking up her time. When he looked to his business partner, he found a desperate, miserable, pleading look on her face.

Just from his observations, Alastor quickly pieced the situation together. The unfortunate demon princess was probably stuck with the obnoxious fool beside her. And judging by his clothing, he seemed to be a rich demon- probably a nobleman of sorts. If that was the case, he was definitely one of Charlie’s suitors. ‘Ah. There’s a pest in the lobby, bothering my dearest Charlie. That won’t do.’

The fish demon was still ranting, causing Alastor’s blood to boil. The nobleman had the audacity to treat Charlie this way. The neglect and disrespect of someone such as her was plain criminal, fit for punishment. Though he had many ways to dispose of the pest, Alastor’s focus was on Charlie. Thinking about her, Alastor instantly came up with the perfect solution. He needed to take advantage of this; for this situation, as irritable as it was, was perfect for him to further his plans.

He’d heard of the mad dash for the princess’ hand a week ago. Knowing Charlie, she wouldn’t stand for it and wouldn’t accept anyone that would come her way. And Alastor was right. She’d blown through several suitors in such a short amount of time. Thanks to that, Alastor hadn’t needed to do anything and he could take his time strategizing. Rushing into it wouldn’t be to his advantage. Though he was an overlord, he was still a mortal soul, therefore giving him a slim chance at becoming an official suitor.

However this seemed to be a golden opportunity. It was time for him to make his move and he needed to move fast. He would insert himself into this race. It was just too bad there weren’t more people watching. Though if he made a good show of this, the fish aristocrat would certainly cause a fuss with his family, and then Lucifer himself. Yes, this would be perfect. Passing up this opportunity could be detrimental and he may lose his chance.

He shadow-stepped to her side in an instant and bent over to listen to her pleas. Had he not been so annoyed he would have found her expression adorable and would have continued to watch from afar. But not this time. Right now she needed an out and the radio demon was more than happy to oblige. “What seems to be the matter dearest? You look absolutely miserable!” He asked with an amused yet attentive expression.

Sighing with relief, Charlie leaned in closer and whispered through gritted teeth. “Please get me out of here.” When Alastor looked down at her pleading face he couldn’t help but smile fondly back. Her expression truly was adorable to say the least, but her smile was what got him. When he nodded in agreement, his heart nearly stopped when he watched as her face lit up with gratitude. With that gorgeous smile he knew and loved, he knew exactly what he had to do. No, what he desperately wanted to do.

Charlie glanced behind her and found that the pompous fish was still going on about something, until he finally looked at her and then to Alastor beside her. He scowled and finally shut up, glaring sourly at the pair. Charlie quickly stood, praying Alastor had a plan. Preferably a plan that didn’t involve flaying and frying the annoying man, as much as she wanted to.

The slimy nobleman stood, puffing out his chest and sauntered up to the pair all while glaring at Alastor. “Hey princess, who-“

Before he could finish, Alastor turned to Charlie and tilted her face up to him. “My love, I’m home,” he said down at her before crashing his lips onto her’s. Charlie’s dark, wide eyes stared up to Alastor’s closed lids. It wasn’t the most romantic of situations for a first kiss, but it didn’t matter to Alastor. He just savored the moment he could have with her. Just a moment was enough to sate his craving. For now.

As soon as the unfazed man pulled away, he pulled the dazed princess to his chest and stared down the frozen fish stick. “I apologize my good man, do you mind if I cut in? I’m sure you won’t, seeing how your incessant yammering is upsetting the love of my life.” As he spoke, his voice distorted just enough to spook the nobleman. The air around them crackled menacingly and Charlie didn’t realize, but she pressed her head against’s Alastor’s chest on her own whim.

With a yelp, the young demon turned tail and sprinted as fast as he could in the direction of the door.

“Hmm, a wise choice. No wonder your father chose him,” Alastor turned his face downward to view Charlie’s bright red face. He chuckled quietly at her flustered expression. “Charlie?”

When Charlie realized their position, she shot her face off his chest and slipped out of his grasp. Alastor tightened his fist and brought the arm that held her behind his back, cursing his blabbering mouth. If he’d just kept it shut, she may have still been in his grasp.

The red-faced princess balled her fists at her sides and glared up at him. “Al!”

Alastor chuckled again, fully amused by her adorable reaction. “Oh, was that not what you wanted? Your little problem scampered off though!” his sing-song voice matched his full grin.

Charlie threw her hands up and waved them around wildly in the air once her cheeks stopped burning. “When I said ‘get me out of here’, I meant whoosh us out of here with your voodoo thing!” She thrust her arms down, trying to seem more irritated than flustered.

Alastor chuckled and leaned closer toward the raging princess. His mischievous grin and close proximity made Charlie blush through her frustrated frown.

He bent until he was eye level with her. He took her chin in his hand, and chuckled in amusement. “Really? Because I thought you had just invited me to join the race for your heart, dearest Charlie.”

#charlastorweek #charlastorweek2020 #charlastor fic #charlastor

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ruffianbc · 4 years

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Bad day

Summary:

He met the morning with an unpleasant nausea and headache, which at first he wanted to put down to a normal hangover, but the severe migraine that followed made him regret that his thoughts seemed to have learned to move quite physically. It is a hell of a punishment for an alcoholic to be unable to drink even a sip of beer.

Big thank for @jadeile-writes for help in editing the english translation. I'm awfully grateful to you!

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It was a shitty day. It all started with the fact that he simply couldn't drink. More precisely – almost couldn't. Since the morning, he had felt strangely weak and sick, and what about alcohol? He could not even eat a piece of bread. And then there was the fucking migraine, the hammering in his head and the ringing in the back of his ears. God... Satan? Someone! Give him the strength to last until the evening, to finish the day and lock himself in his room, away from all the turmoil of the hotel and its flighty inhabitants. By the way, about them. Today was supposed to have some kind of a celebration. Naturally, Husk hadn't bothered to pay attention to what the Princess had said with gusto a week ago, but watching her fuss since the beginning of the day, his mind had led him to this idea. Still, he didn't care, as long as it didn't involve him.

It was at this moment that he heard a loud "Husk!" that made him wince. Goddamnit. He put away the glass he had been polishing for the past half an hour, adjusted his hat, and turned to face the smiling Niffty, who had perched on one of the bar stools and was leaning against the counter. She looked casual enough, except for a few bright flowers woven into her hair. The cat demon breathed a sigh of relief, trying to put on a restrained smile. The cyclops was one of those he was willing to tolerate almost at any time.

"Hi! Charlie asked me to bring some nice bottles of champagne, will you help me?"

The bartender just nodded curtly, muttered "No problem" and disappeared into the back room. Quickly navigating between the shelves, even with a sore head, Husk fished out three bottles of stashed Pol Roger and returned to the waiting Niffty, setting the champagne on the counter in front of her with a quizzical arch of an eyebrow: "Can you handle it yourself, or...?" he tried to ask, but received an answer almost immediately.

"Of course!" enthusiastically came from the direction of the cyclops, after which the bottles instantly disappeared from the tabletop. However, she still paused before going back to her business and again looked at the winged cat, slightly narrowing her eye in the aftermath. He cursed under his breath; he must have seemed more fucked up than he'd originally thought.

"Are you all right?" There was a note of concern in her voice.

"Just a headache. And you know I'm not getting any younger here, Niff."

"Maybe you should take a break. I'll let Charlie know, she won't-" but at the same moment she was interrupted by a slightly raised clawed paw. Husk shook his head, continuing instead.

"No, thank you. It's the evening, my shift will be over soon, so there's no point in taking a break now. Besides, it's pretty quiet here today and I haven't been accosted by the red-assed bastard in a day, so I'm fine."

"That's all because we are now organizing a festive dinner that will begin after the event with fireworks! By the way, be sure to come and see it, I’m already can't wait to start!"

The last words were already thrown on the run and, in a few moments, Niffty’s small figure vanished from the room, leaving the bartender once again in splendid isolation. Which he was still very happy about. And his head was glad of the silence.

* * *

Everything seemed to turn into a big, loud sound that made Husk twitch and open one eye. Apparently, it was the promised fireworks, and he had just managed to doze off. Eh, whatever. The cat demon settled his head more comfortably, slightly pushing aside an empty beer bottle that had somehow appeared on the counter, although he clearly remembered that he hadn’t touched alcohol today. Whatever once again. All his mind wanted to do now was sink back into sweet slumber. The noise outside began to sound like a distant, lulling hum, and the bartender didn't even hear the hotel's front door open.

A sudden tug on his shoulder. Husk's instincts kicked in immediately and he bristled, grabbing what was closest at hand – which was an empty bottle – and smashing it in an instant. He turned to the attacker and held him by the collar, putting the glass directly to his throat. Immediately, the sharp smell of alcohol hit his nose, making the cat's completely sober mind feel another wave of nausea, and he winced.

"Damn it, Husk, it's me! Easy."

Angel Dust appeared in front of him, raising one pair of hands in a soothing gesture, while the other slowly reached for the broken bottle to pull it away from his neck. Blinking a couple of times and finally realizing what was happening, the bartender growled and roughly pushed the negligent spider away from him, trying to relax again: "If you do that again, I'll definitely finish what I started. What the fuck were you thinking?"

Angel grunted pointedly, making a very displeased expression as he adjusted his suit and started to say something in response, when another volley of fireworks exploded over the roof of the establishment. Husk was deafened for a second, and then he felt pain coming from his right paw. When he looked down, he realized that he was still clutching the bottle, and a part of its glassy surface had already been stained with his blood. There was blood on the floor too, and it looked like he'd cut the pad of his paw. Another explosion occurred.

* * *

He turned at once at the scream. The guy who was a couple of meters away from him, had both of his legs torn off, and the other four were much less lucky than he is. His arm was grazed by a splinter, not seriously, but there was a lot of blood; it was worth making a bandage from improvised means. But first of all – to get out of the crossfire at all costs, they must get to the shelter. After assessing the condition of the rest of the squad, he ordered the survivors to keep directly behind him; they needed to get out of the open place as soon as possible, since here the enemy who had ambushed them had a clear advantage. The sound of machine-gun fire sent a chill down his spine.

* * *

Focus on that damned green spot. It was the only thought that Husk had time to pick up as he came to himself, and he repeated it over and over again. He stared at the bright green interior of the hotel until his eyes hurt, clutching the bar with both paws and trying to catch his breath. Not a fucking flashback. No, his day was already ruined, so there was this shitty "mind game". However, it was obvious that this was a fucking flashback and he urgently needed something to drink, preferably something stronger. Then he remembered Angel and turned his head in his supposed direction. The spider was gone, and so were everyone else, so the cat let out a sigh of relief. Less of a problem. Clumsily stepping over broken glass and bloodstains, the bartender took a couple of steps in the direction of the back room, closing the door behind him and casting a roving glance at the shelves of various bottles. Perhaps rum or vodka would help him in this situation. But as soon as the cat reached for one of those bottles, his mind reeled again, this time toppling him into a veritable abyss of screams of horror and pain, machine-gun fire, the whiteness of dead eyes and blood. Someone else's blood on the grass, on the ground, on his clothes and on his hands. An abyss of helpless despair.

He saw only images of something familiar, a cacophony of sounds mixed in his head with an inexplicable buzzing and ringing in his ears. He saw through drooping eyelids, he felt the heat from the fire, as if it burned through all his clothes, and the putrid smell soaked into his skin so thoroughly that it felt like the smell got right into it, and it came not from piles of corpses all around, this was Husk rotting alive.

The endless succession of images in his mind was interrupted by a sharp splash of something terribly cold right in his face. He took a reflexive breath, coughed and opened his eyes, trying to focus on something and realized that there was too much red.

"Breathe."

This was said almost in the face of the winged cat, who now looked more like a hunted animal, trying to regain his breath and running his eyes around the room. Finally, he stopped at the most distinct object directly in front of him and grunted hoarsely. Sounded like Italian. Sounded like another expletive. He regained more of his consciousness with every moment, and with every moment the bartender's face grew more haggard. He blinked again, finally coming to his senses, realizing where he was and that he was probably up to his ears in shit again.

"Alastor."

The tight grin on the face in front of him wavered slightly, and then its owner handed Husk a towel. He was about to take it, but abruptly stopped, hiding his right paw, which of course didn’t escape the attention of the Radio Demon. Without further ado, Alastor intercepted the bloody limb, and naturally the evil hiss directly in his face didn’t stop him in any way. Quickly figuring out what was wrong, Alastor took the towel back, wrapped it around the cat's cut palm and looked at him from under his brows, which caused another portion of the cat's defensive aggression to be unleashed: "I wouldn't have figured it out without you, maldito hijo de puta."

"Have you been drinking today?"

However, this question Husk hadn't expected.

"No. I've been fucked up since this morning and now it's just getting worse."

A snap of the fingers. A glass and a bottle of good whiskey materialized on the table next to them. After that, the deer demon got up from the couch and left the main room, and only now the bartender noticed that the man's coat was thrown over the back of a chair in the corner, and they were in the Radio Demon's room. Now it was clear why his first thought had been red.

Based on the noise coming from the room next to him, Alastor was washing his hands. The winged cat interrupted the thoughts of blood, and then leaned over the back of the couch and picked up the bottle, opened it, and immediately tipped it down, taking several large gulps. He naturally ignored the glass. The returning radio host watched the scene for a few moments, and then teleported back to his seat, causing Husk to almost choke on the last mouthful.

"Will you ever stop doing that?"

The deer demon didn't answer him again, just took the whiskey from his clawed paw and pulled him into a familiar side-hug, and the bartender, as luck would have it, was too weak to resist.

"My dear Husker. The only one who can take proper care of your condition is you. However! I hasten to say that sometimes you force me to take extreme measures." Alastor seemed to be speaking without his usual fervor, or else the cat demon was too tired to notice. He had already partially relaxed on the red shoulder, yielding to light scratching, but the last words made him twitch nevertheless and nudge the other in the side. The same man continued as if nothing had happened: "I've already told Charlie that you won't be at the bar for the next four days, and you'll have to spend that time here."

The hell I will - Husk wanted to protest, but his relaxed mind gave out something unintelligible. The radio host could care, but in his own way. Most of the time, the bartender wasn’t happy with the methods that the deer demon was employing, but he had to put up with it. If it wasn't intentional sadistic violence, the winged cat didn't care. Or he did, depending on the situation.

He closed his eyes, pushing the rest of his thoughts from his mind, and listened to Alastor's still-speaking voice with half an ear. The last thing he heard was a phrase that Husk agreed with one hundred percent: "And no more fireworks."

The response for the Radio Demon was a soft purr and a light half-hug from the dozing old man.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #husk #hazbin husk #niffty #hazbin niffty #alastor #hazbin alastor #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #fanfiction #gen

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ckret2 · 4 years

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I cannot believe I found a person who is a fan of both Godzilla and Hazbin Hotel. And is also a fanfic writer. I've been bouncing around the idea of a crossover fic between those two for quite some time, and there's a lot of fun stuff I can do with it... But something that worries me is the potential power gap between the Titans and overlords. Do you think Godzilla would potentially stand a chance against someone at Alastor's power level?

Ohhhhohoho, do it. Do it.

Also boy I hope you wanted a long reply cuz you got one. Tumblr is in a mood to delete my read mores tonight (I TRIED to put one in!) so apologies for the dash stretcher.

I think that, at this point, we know so little about the Hazbin characters' full power sets that you can say just about anything you want about how they'd fare against each other, and as long as you make up appropriate rules? You're golden.

Do you want Godzilla to be able to curb stomp Alastor? Then say that the reason Alastor is so powerful in hell is because in life he directly caused so many deaths—but then that means that Godzilla, flattener of Tokyo, is automatically a thousand times stronger than Alastor in hell. Or, say that 100% of Alastor's powers are dependent on having access to a specific free AM radio frequency that carries his ~magic~, and say that one of the forms of radiation Godzilla gives off just so happens to match that frequency, completely negating his power.

Or you want Alastor to be able to defeat Godzilla but only with extreme difficulty? Then say Alastor can still use that frequency but only from a safe zone of like 50 miles away, so he can only use less effective long range attacks. Or say that the frequency only happens when Godzilla uses his atomic breath, so usually Alastor can use his magic but every single time Godzilla counterattacks it kills all the magic he's got going and he has to restart it all once the breath is over. Or say that he slowly and difficultly learns to broadcast his magic across another frequency that saps his energy twice as fast but isn't blocked by Godzilla.

Or do you want them on roughly equal footing? Then say that Alastor has all the powers we see in canon—he can teleport, call up specters, giant thorny vines, tentacles pits—BUT say that even though his power is magical, all of the things he summons are non-magical, just normal objects and monsters, and let Godzilla duke it out with shadowy tentacles the same way he'd duke it out with any other kaiju. Then the fight is about which happens first: does Godzilla run out of energy or does Alastor's army run out of monsters to summon? Or maybe Alastor's army is infinite but he's the one at risk of running out of magical energy while Godzilla is looking for him to stomp on. Or maybe the monsters Alastor summons are strong enough kaiju they could take Godzilla down, but Godzilla slips into a portal into their dimension and is trying to survive long enough to destroy whatever magic-radio-tower-or-whatever lets Alastor summon them from there.

Or do you want Alastor to curb stomp Godzilla? Have him summon Cthulhu to break Godzilla's neck with his tentacles and also drive half of hell insane. Or have his magic just go pure off-the-walls overpowered and have him teleport Godzilla's guts to a parallel dimension. Whatever. We don't know that Alastor's powers can do that—but we don't know that they can't, so it's up to you to decide whether you wanna say gut teleportation is possible or impossible or possible-but-only-if-Alastor-does-a-long-draining-ritual-first-and-he-only-has-one-shot-to-get-it-right.

And there are a thousand other factors you can play with to manipulate power levels. Like:

- Is Godzilla in Hazbin's version of hell, and if so does he get new mutations/powers the way the dead humans all do—and do those powers help him? Or are they in the living world, and if so does that increase or decrease Alastor's powers? Do they bounce back and forth between the living and dead worlds? Are they in some third new setting with new rules?

- Does this Godzilla have one of the canon backstories (whether that be old school Gojira '54 backstory or newer monsterverse backstory or something else) or is it a new version of Godzilla made for a Hazbin AU, and if it's a new Godzilla, might he have a new method of creation that impacts his power levels? Did Sir Pentious accidentally make him while experimenting with nuclear weapons near a swamp in hell? Did Sir Pent INTENTIONALLY make him? Is Godzilla a demigod sent from heaven to assist with the latest extermination and therefore imbued with angel-level powers as well as Godzilla's usual skill sets? Can Godzilla only be killed by angel weapons too?

- Do either of them have allies? Does Alastor mind-control Ghidorah and Gigan via radio waves to help him out? Do Mothra's god rays disintegrate sinners just like an angel weapon does, and force Alastor to hide while she's swooping around? Does Vox with his electricity control decide to give Godzilla a power line power boost just to spite Alastor? Are any of Godzilla's mortal victims in hell, and do they jump in the fight—and are they as useless as soldiers in Godzilla movies usually are, or have their experiences and post-mortem mutations given them an advantage? Or does Godzilla command or get commanded by a legion of souls, with some GMK-ish vibes? Do higher-order hellborn demons like Stolas get involved? Or angels? Or Lucifer? On which side?

And all questions of their power levels aside—you can always change the advantage in battle in an instant by having Godzilla trip over a bridge, or by having someone hire I.M.P. to infiltrate Alastor's control room and attempt to shoot him in the head and distract him from running the fight.

The important question isn't "does Godzilla stand a chance against Alastor's power?" It's "how do you want the story to go?" Who do you want to win, and how difficult do you want the win to be? And is there anything specific you want to see happen before that victory? (Do you wanna destroy a city? Do you want people to freak out about Godzilla until Alastor steps up to fight him and then they go "oh the Radio Demon's worse actually" and start rooting for Godzilla? Or vice verse? Do you wanna end it with friendship instead of a one-sided victory? Do you want a specific symbolic/moral message? Do you want a romance subplot?)

First you figure out the basic plot you want. Then you fudge around the sci-fi & fantasy worldbuilding however you need to in order to ensure that their powers and abilities facilitate the kind of story you want to tell. Even staying firmly within the limits of canon, there's always room to make up a "previously undiscovered" detail of biology or rule of magic, or to develop a new headcanon about how their respective abilities and biologies uniquely interact with each other. The power levels of the characters never need to control the plotline—and never should control the plotline, because what's most important is telling an interesting story. Everything else is subservient to that. Tweak how their abilities work until they serve that interesting story.

Once you know how you need the story to go and how you're going to manipulate their powers to make that happen, you've just got to introduce that early on and stay consistent. The earlier you present it in the story, the more it looks like a part of the plot rather than a detail you made up specifically to make the plot go the way you want it to. If you want Godzilla to negate Alastor's powers via radio frequency, then have Alastor start hearing white noise and getting a migraine and losing control of his powers and wondering wtf is happening while Godzilla is still out at sea slowly swimming toward land. If you want Alastor to slaughter Godzilla with some eldritch Lovecraftian monstrosity, then have him say as soon as they hear about Godzilla approaching "well, I've got a friend who could kill him in a second!!" and have every single person in hell from Moxxie all the way up to Lucifer go "DO NOT DO THAT" and have the plot be them trying to beat Godzilla and trying to persuade Alastor NOT to unleash Cthulhu while he rolls his eyes and slowly loses patience.

Foreshadow early—make sure readers have a rough estimate early of what factors are going to affect the characters' odds against each other in battle before the battle even begins. The exception, of course, are any plot elements you want to be a surprise, but you at least have to have them make sense with canon and with the worldbuilding you've already done in the fic.

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2018 HP Cross Gen Fest Anonymous Masterlist

Here is the complete Anonymous Masterlist for the 2018 @hp-crossgenfest! Reveals will be going up in a few days on, on August 31, so you've still got some time to make your way through any entries you might have missed. Don't forget to leave some love for the wonderful authors and artists! <3

ART

Parting Gift [Harry/Sirius | R] All Harry wanted to do was to say goodbye to Sirius, he didn't anticipate the time turner going farther in time. Finding himself in Azkaban with Sirius, Harry is overwhelmed by the emotions that he feels and gives in to the desire that he had kept locked away. Sirius doesn't mind. VTV [Minerva/Severus | NC-17] Minerva rescues a wounded Severus from certain death after Voldemort has proved victorious. Will he recover? Will they stay safe or have to flee again? Will they be more than colleagues? What role does Draco Malfoy play in their story? Will they ever be able to return home? Points for Slytherin [Draco/Harry/Hugo | NC-17] Hugo is the only Slytherin Weasley. He uses it to his advantage with Harry and Draco. Arrangements [Astoria/Narcissa | R] Astoria's mother-in-law made sure she never regretted the arranged marriage. Mornings [Minerva/Severus | PG-13] A glimpse of the post-war life of Minerva and Severus. Wish I could lie [Harry/Severus | PG] "I wish I could hate you, but I can't." Comfort [Harry/Sirius | PG-13] Harry knows it's wrong to lie to his godfather about the night terrors, but he doesn't want to stop waking up in his arms. Seductress [Lily Luna/Pansy | PG] Pansy met her match.

FIC + ART

Brighter Than the Sun [Draco/James Sirius | NC-17] James Sirius Potter is gorgeous. He's also half Draco's age. Getting emotionally involved with him would be a complete and utter disaster. Fortunately for Draco, he's had a lifetime of practice compartmentalizing his feelings. Draco can definitely handle fucking James—young, beautiful, rash James Sirius Potter—with no strings attached.

FIC

Where the kind things are [Charlie/Teddy | PG-13] Charlie didn't think there was any other way to live, until he was forced to take Teddy Lupin in as a dragon trainer. Teddy didn't think he could ever be forgiven, until Charlie Weasley told him there was no shame in being kind. Of Bras and Binders [Lucius & Scorpius Gen | G] Scorpius attempts to navigate the deeply unpleasant experience of buying a bra, with some support from Lucius. What Albus Did on His Summer Hols [Albus Severus/Draco | NC-17] For the prompt: Albus is spending part of his summer hols at the Manor when he walks in on Draco having a shower. He can't stop thinking about his friend's dad, and a few days later, tormented by lust, he decides to do something about it. Bargaining Chip [Draco/Lily Luna | PG-13] “I’m not marrying your father or mother. It is you, Lily, who I am to wed. As such, I refuse to call you Potter—” Draco spat her last name and she flinched. “—so I suggest you get comfortable with it.” Royalty!AU—Lily Luna Potter has always known she was simply a bargaining chip to maintain peace between two kingdoms. After meeting her betrothed, however, she finds it more than a bit difficult to accept her fate. Won't You Give Me What I Want? [Harry/Remus | NC-17] Harry knows what he wants, who he wants. What Harry doesn't know is how to ask him for it. Can't Fight The Friction [Harry/Severus | PG-13] Severus Snape doesn't die in the war and, though it took quite a bit of time, he's a lot easier to get along with than Harry previously thought. Two Souls Healing [Andromeda/Hermione | PG-13] Hermione reflects upon how lucky she is to have found Andromeda during a time of need. Dealbreaker (if you think on it) [Harry/Sirius | NC-17] Harry had never actually intended to let this kink slip so, of course, it happens right in the middle of sex. Games People Play [Minerva/Severus & Remus | PG-13] Life is not easy when you are Severus Snape or Remus Lupin. But sometimes, there are compensations. What Then Is Freedom? [Charlie/Sirius | NC-17] As unlikely a pair as they are, they somehow work - even on the days when work screws you over and a dragon manages to knock you over with its tail. Putting Charlie Right [Charlie/Teddy | NC-17] Teddy is good at his job. He can take the most disorganised, poorly maintained record keeping system and have it pass any audit within weeks. Teddy is very, very good at his job, and he’d be able to prove that fact if Charlie wasn’t bent on distracting him. Mine [Draco/James Sirius | NC-17] Using a queer wizard hook up scheme, James starts up a casual relationship with Draco Malfoy. James thinks he's okay with casual until he sees Draco with Blaise Zabini at a party and jealousy rears its ugly head. In the Shadows [Lucius/Ron | NC-17] Ron has no idea what’s waiting for him when he’s summoned to Lucius Malfoy’s cabin the night of the Quidditch World Cup. Memento Mori [Harry/Severus | NC-17] After the Death Eaters win, Harry clings to life stripped of himself and terrified for the future, but determined to fight. Could an unlikely alliance help him defeat Voldemort? A Taste of Hate [Narcissa/Teddy | NC-17] When she arches her elegant back, mouth stretched around a silent scream, Teddy enjoys whispering cruel words against her ear, "Toujours Pur." Wounded soldiers [Alastor/Severus | NC-17] Rufus Scrimgeour gave it only three days. Fred Weasley gave it a week. Charity Burbage, who knew Severus Snape better than any of them, gave it eleven days. Ted Tonks predicted they would last two weeks, while his daughter, who held Moody in higher regard than her father did, gave it three weeks. Remus Lupin was rather more generous, suggesting that they would find they had a lot in common, and that Moody and Snape would be able to share a room for at least five weeks. Bathilda Bagshot gave a vacant smile, and said Alastor Moody and Severus Snape would make a lovely couple. But she was one hundred and eighty seven years old, and completely senile. Or maybe she wasn’t… Porte-Cochere [Albus Severus/Draco | NC-17] Draco Malfoy is the editor of Porte-Cochere, the top fashion rag in all of wizarding Europe. He has a love of haute couture, a fondness for cock, and a penchant for dropping his assistants like last season’s styles. It’s enough to drive his staff spare. Could Albus be the answer to their prayers? A The Devil Wears Prada AU. Domestic Bliss [Hermione/Remus | NC-17] In the privacy of his study, Remus and Hermione were caught up in their lust. Scandal-Free [James Sirius/Oliver | PG-13] A housewarming party brings James Potter face to face with his hero; Oliver Wood. Dirty Young Man [Draco/James Sirius | NC-17] Draco can no longer hide his feelings when given the chance to win a date with James Sirius Potter. Red [Ron/Teddy| NC-17] Teddy is a rockstar; Ron is his muse. (Or a love story fueled by drugs, sex & rockn'roll—but mostly plain old, awkward and embarrassing young love.)

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