#Dad Alastor

[multi-fandom-imagine]

So you wrote about Lucifer being a daddy... how about either Alastor or Husk? Personally I would love see Husk being a dad. Imagine him being soft with his child, or how about his kittens?

A/n : I can't believe I missed this 😩.

Husk:

Love's to spoil his kit's, when he found out you were pregnant he was scared of course. He was a cat demon and you were a former angel. Husk did his best to stay by your side through out your pregnancy.

Doted on you hand and foot, cries nearly cries when he feel's the kit's moving for the first time.

Is protective over his three kits, wouldn't hesitate to kill any demon that harms them or you.

Would do anything for his kits { even more for little Marylin }

Tries to be a laid back father but fails miserably, is a worry wort.

Would very much be a helicopter parent, he's scared something would happen to them. Husk is even more protective over Marylin due to her being the runt.

Alastor:

A shock to everyone when they found out you were pregnant.Was the easiest to accept the news, you mat have been his first but that didn't mean it stopped how much you two had sex.

Demon's questioned if they were even his, that did not last long due to them vanishing.

Made sure you were with him at all times, bragged about your pregnancy over the radio broadcast.

Deep down he hated seeing you in so much pain, hated that you even had to get a c-section for him.

If you were treated like a Queen, then he treats the twin's like his little princesses.

Lets his girls do whatever they wish, they're very spoiled.

Hopes that his mother is proud of him and his little girls.

[hishumanbellestories]

The nursery was bathed in the soft glow of lantern light, casting long, flickering shadows along the walls. Alastor sat on the floor, his legs crossed, his ever-pristine suit slightly wrinkled — a rare sight. In his arms, Amara squirmed, her little face scrunched up in a frown as she batted her tiny fists at the air. He chuckled, utterly enchanted. «Oh, what ferocity! Such determination! Have I already earned your disapproval, my little Miracle?».

Amara let out a sharp wail in response, her crimson eyes wet with frustration. Alastor sighed dramatically, resting his head against the rocking chair behind him. «Ah, I see. You’re upset, and yet, despite my many talents, I remain powerless to decipher your great distress!».

She let out another frustrated noise, her tiny body tensing. Alastor frowned. He had spent lifetimes reading people, predicting their next move, twisting situations to his advantage. And yet, here, with this small, fragile being in his arms, he felt completely lost.

«Are you hungry? Tired? Is it my tie? It is rather bold, isn’t it?», he loosened the crimson tie with a flourish, wagging it playfully before her face. «What do you say? Should I tone it down?». Amara was unimpressed.

Alastor sighed again, tapping his fingers against the floor. «Hmm. What would your mother do?».

As if summoned by the thought, you appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, amusement dancing in your eyes. «She’s teething», you said knowingly, stepping forward.

Alastor blinked, glancing back down at Amara.

«Teething?».

He carefully pressed the pad of his gloved thumb against her gums and, sure enough, felt the first hints of tiny, sharp teeth breaking through. «Ah! So that’s the culprit! My poor little Songbird, how cruel this world is to you already...».

You chuckled, handing him a small, cool teething ring. «Here. Try this».

Alastor took it with a skeptical glance. «And this will soothe her great agony?».

«She’ll either chew on it or throw it at you», you said with a smirk, «either way, it should help».

Alastor turned his attention back to Amara, holding up the ring like it was a precious artifact. «Behold, my dear, a gift from your Mother, wise and all-knowing. Let us see if it passes your royal inspection».

He gently pressed the ring into her tiny fingers. At first, she only blinked at it, still fussing. Then, slowly, she pulled it toward her mouth and latched on.

The crying stopped.

Alastor gasped in exaggerated delight.

«A miracle! A true marvel of modern ingenuity!». He looked up at you, beaming. «My love, you are a genius!».

You rolled your eyes but leaned down to press a kiss to his temple. «Welcome to fatherhood. Get used to solving tiny mysteries».

Alastor gazed down at Amara, who was now sucking contentedly on her teething ring, her small body nestled against his chest. He felt something deep in his chest shift —something warm, something utterly unfamiliar.

He had spent lifetimes thriving in chaos, but here, in this quiet moment, with his daughter resting in his arms, he realized that this was the most important thing he had ever done.

He looked up at you, his grin softer than usual. «Oh, I think I could get used to this, to us», he says taking your hand in his and smiling softly to you.

[vliezy]

[greenunoreversecard]

Idk if your asks are open, but if they are could I request Alastor with a Teen!Reader that didn't have a lot of support while alive so they clung into him/look up to him?

A Koala and It's Tree ->Platonic! Alastor x Teen reader

Koalas don't tend to leave their home trees. The same can be said for you and Alastor.

You died, a ripe age of 16. Suicide was what it was ruled as, but it wasn't exactly believed by all. Not like the living could ask if you running your car off the highway was on purpose or not.

But the past is the past, torture and turmoil of it all left behind with the life you scorned.

And so you looked forward.

And despite the elusive nature one might assume of hell, you found your people, and like koalas, your home tree.

You found Alastor.

At first, you both hated each other. But, in neigh time you and him became peas in a pod. Mentor y mentè.

He gave you things you've never had, nor experienced. He supported your.. somewhat unorthodox ideas (but who is he to judge) and he took you under his wing in the most trying of times. He cared for you like his own, took you to work, and showed you the ropes hell.

He cared for you, and most of all, he gave you your home. He was your tree (sometimes literally)

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It was an early morning when rapping at your door awoke you, accompanied by a small static sound you've come to associate with the person closest to your family.

Your door creaks open, and a chipper voice rings out;

"Good morning my dear! Why, it's much to late to still be in bed, up! Come now, we've plenty to do.-"

You groan and roll over, trying to cover your face from the light invading your senses as he opened your curtains.

"Now now, you know we've got ourself a meeting with a few other big shots, and it's best we get going now so we can still get to Rosie's to stop by that bakery she's insisting the cats pajamas-"

You groan again, and roll over and uncover your face.

"Man, no cappa, you sound old as balls. Who says cats pajamas?"

"And who says 'cappa' what in the lords name is a cappa"

You roll your eyes, and stand up, cracking your back. As you do so, alastor hands yoi clothes he's picked out for you to wear. He has a overlord meeting, and you guess by Extension it's now "bring your semi-adopted kid work day".

You go get changed in your bathroom, as well as brush your teeth and hair, and other hygienic processes, before stepping out.

"Ah, looking swell as always my dear! Are you ready?"

You nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily, and link your arm with the one he offered you as you drew closer.

Yeah, you've dealt with shit. But, sometimes, it's all worth it when you finally find your family, or in some cases, your tree. (of a semi adopted father)

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A/N: hope this was OK, and hope it was up to par. I tried to go vague ish, but if you wanted more hurt/comfort type stuff you can just lemme know and I'm wiing to make a separate fic. Thank you for requesting, and hope you don't mind I did a little blurb. Lemme know if you had smth else in mind!

Hope it was OK for my first request 👉👈

[cupidscrule]

alastor icons from hazbin hotel please?

[sophica1]

Their next interaction will be like:

Vox: So you're living at that stupid hotel?

Alastor: yes :)

Vox: and you're helping the brat managing it?

Alastor: that is correct :)

Vox mockingly: so what, you adopted the kid?

Alastor: well actually yes you can say that, If everything goes the way it should she will call me dad by the end of the month :)

Vox : ...................what?

[a-998h]

could you do platonic yandere alastor x teen reader who is his daughter (they’re both in hell) :D

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of death, World War One, and trauma!

So, let's set the scene of your life. I know Alastor is Aroace. So, during the "Roaring Twenties" the French Quater of New Orleans was a low rent neighborhood that was home to a bohemian community of artists and writers and the working class.

So you grew up in this neighborhood and had as much of a normal life you could after World War One. Though when your remaining parent died either from the poor working conditions, Spanish Flu, or something else.

Now, you were alone on the streets of New Orleans. The loneliness was driving you mad and unless you wanted to get a job there was nothing you could do.

Well, in walks Alastor. He was looking for his new victim when he saw you. If you were to ask him then or now he would say that what drew him to you was your cheerful demeanor in the face of your circumstances and your smarts.

He went to whatever guardian you have to talk about adopting you. This adoption was private and now you have a radio host/ serial killer dad.

He has been through a lot and he attempts to make up for his trauma by giving you a happy childhood. He managed to do that, while keeping you away from all his serial killing.

Cut to him in Hell and at the hotel. He was thinking about you up in Heaven without him. Behind his smile he keeps thinking of the perfect little girl he left behind.

"Everyone, please say hello to our new guest!" Charlie announces.

Alastor walks down and sees a female demon that has a familiar air about him. You're there for a week before you both realize your relationship.

Uses his powers and status as an Overlord to scare other sinners away from you

Respects that you're a teenager but you still have a curfew

Introduces you to Rosie and Cannibal Town

Gives you a curfew

Keeps you in the 1920s in terms of clothing and hairstyles

Wonders what you did to wind up in Hell

Keeps inside the hotel or with Rosie when he's not there

Still does your hair for you

He tells you about the extermination

Scares away any boy who wants to date you

Or he kills them, either way you aren't dating anyone

He hates technology from after his death, so you can't have any either

He's OK with the other guesses being around you, mostly Husk and Niffty

Keeps you far away from Lucifer when he comes to visit

Uses his shadows to watch you if you're by yourself

Keeps you in the dark about the Exterminations for as long as he can

If he doesn't kill someone who wants to date you then he'll just be the most extra southern dad to annoy them into giving up

Gives you the illusion of freedom

When in public anywhere else but Cannibal Town, he will make you hold his hand and keep pace with him

Makes sure you call him call him "Papa"

Scares you about the world outside Cannibal Town and the hotel so you'll stay near him

[theamberfist]

The Common Enemy | Dad Alastor

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Adopted Dad from life

Description: When you bring home your new partner (platonic or romantic), neither your dad, nor your son are enthusiastic about it. So for the evening, they decide to put their hatred for each other aside and unite against their common enemy.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of murder, death, violence) (manipulation) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's adopted child) (Reader is an adult) (Reader has an adopted son)

❀ This oneshot is based on the I'm a Grandpa! Headcannons I wrote a bit ago. I recommend reading them before this but you don't have to! ❀

❀ Reader has a partner in this; they are written as gender neutral and can be platonic or romantic! ❀

Words: 6,497

Alastor never thought he and Amon would ever agree on anything; aside from the fact that they hated each other, of course.

The young boy had been a complete nuisance to him since the day they'd met, but because you seemed to love him so much, he'd had to constantly play nice with the child and act like the doting 'grandfather' you expected him to be.

How he hated being called that. 

The Radio Demon himself had adopted you when you were very young. He'd had his own reasons at the time (mainly entertainment value and the avoidance of suspicion being a single dad would bring him), but he'd always been an attentive and loving father to you, despite being a cannibal serial killer underneath it all.

Since you'd grown after his death, it seemed you'd chosen to follow in his footsteps and take in a child of your own; a choice he wished he could have prevented you from making. Not only that, but you seemed to expect Alastor to love the boy! 

Amon was a disaster of a child. Where you had been well-behaved, kind, and polite, he growled at people like a feral cat and only ever answered to you. But on top of that, he hid his more violent tendencies so you'd think he was a better-behaved kid than he actually was; masking it all behind a sweet smile and a deep love for his parent.

It almost reminded Alastor of himself when he was younger, which was what he hated about it. 

There was no room in the Radio Demon's heart (if he had one) for anything but his love for his child, entertainment, and the radio itself; and it seemed Amon felt much the same way about his parent as well.

Which meant the two of them were constantly competing for your attention, whether you knew it or not. Sometimes you would be tending to Amon; making him food or supervising him as he played or tucking him into bed, and your father would suddenly barge into the room claiming he had 'urgent news' or that whatever he needed your help with simply could not wait another second as he pulled you away from your son; not forgetting to smirk triumphantly at the child from behind your back as the two of you left.

Conversely, there had been plenty of times where you'd been enjoying tea with Alastor, listening to his radio broadcast, or exchanging gossip, and Amon had come running into the room claiming to be gravely injured and in need of your help, or that he'd had a nightmare or something else had occurred that needed your attention. Seeing that evil smirk reflected back at him by the child as the two of you would leave hand-in-hand always made Alastor grit his teeth.

More recently, though, a third party had surfaced that was now beginning to demand your attention more often than not; putting both grandfather and grandson on edge. 

You had gotten a partner. Alastor wasn't sure when it had happened, considering he made it his job to oversee most of what you did in hell, even if he wasn't technically present (the power to manipulate shadows while remaining mostly undetected only seemed to become more useful now that his child was in hell with him). He wasn't able to get any answers out of Amon either, as expected, but it seemed that the boy was just as confused as him about how this could have occurred. 

Nevertheless, you had a partner now. You'd broken the news to them both at dinner one night, not even realizing how the news sent them both silently spiraling in their seats. 

Your father had pretended to be mostly unbothered, asking when that had happened. You'd explained that it was new; that you and your partner had only decided to call one another that recently after having hung out a few times. Amon seemed to choke on his food at that and you gently patted his back as Alastor nodded, calmly congratulating you while being sincere about none of it. 

And now, a day later, you would be bringing your partner to dinner to meet the 'two most important people in your life.' Alastor also despised being called that. As your father; the very man that had raised you, shouldn't he have been the most important person in your life? It shouldn't have mattered that you'd now taken in this...parasite!

At present, both he and Amon stood in the living room of the home you all shared, waiting for you to come through the doors with your new partner. Based on the boy's tense muscles, Alastor gathered he hadn't been put in this situation before, meaning this was, indeed, the first serious partner you'd had. 

And, with any luck, they would also be the last. 

Neither of them seemed willing to take a seat as they waited, remaining with their eyes fixed on the door. Alastor knew you were about a block away from the house right now thanks to his shadows, but as for the kind of person you'd be bringing home, he would have to wait until you arrived to find out. 

He glanced at Amon again, who had gotten himself dressed up and presentable for dinner on his own. When asked, though, Alastor would of course claim he'd helped the boy like he was supposed to have done. Thankfully, your son looked much more presentable than he had the day Alastor met him. 

The Radio Demon silently sighed as he recalled how you and him had reunited in hell. After so long apart, it would have been a completely lovely moment, had the child not been there to ruin it. 

..........

You and Amon had been walking down one of hell's many streets. Apparently, he wasn't very enthusiastic to meet whoever you'd been looking for because he dragged behind you slightly as he walked. Still, he remained silent and didn't complain so you let him get away with it; glancing back every few seconds to make sure he was still alright and following behind you, not that the kid would ever have dreamed of allowing himself to get separated from his parent. 

At the time, Alastor had already managed to locate you through one of his shadows, and with the knowledge that you really were in hell now, had begun casually making his way in your direction as if he, too, was on a simple stroll. 

That was when he'd finally gotten within your earshot and, knowing you would recognize his voice, turned to the nearest demon to ask them for directions he didn't actually need. 

The second you heard him speak, you'd recognized him as your papa from when you were alive and had nearly teared up as you gazed at him. In turn, the Radio Demon's eyes had landed on you as his smile softened into something more genuine. 

"Papa...?" You called, stopping in your tracks. Amon stopped too but kept his eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to interact with whoever you were talking to. He was content just to trail after his parent like a lost puppy and prevent any harm from coming to them with his own hellish powers, it seemed. 

Immediately, Alastor had appeared beside you and pulled you into a hug as you finally let the tears spill out of your eyes. "Finally, my little one, I've found you." He said softly as you leaned into the hug. Just like when you were alive, it seemed you were the only person the Radio Demon was so comfortable touching, and he held you close to him as he took in the fact that he really did have his child back after all this time. "How I've missed you..."

The moment was promptly interrupted, though, when he noticed the little boy standing directly behind you. Upon noticing his sudden silence, Amon had looked up to meet Alastor's eyes. Not only that, but he'd glared as if the Radio Demon had done something wrong by hugging his own child (Of course, Alastor didn't deny that he had done plenty of wrong things but this was certainly not one of them).

Seeing Amon like that immediately made rage bubble within the overlord and without a second thought, he'd created a tentacle that appeared from the ground and grabbed the little boy, pulling him away from you.

A random child following his own kid around had to have bad intentions, after all, so in his mind, he'd been protecting you.

You, of course, realized what was happening almost immediately and called out to Alastor. "Dad!" You shouted as you pulled away from the Radio Demon and turned back to your child, who was currently dangling upside down in the clutches of a black tentacle-thing. Amon, however, seemed less than concerned as he swung over the ground, simply snapping his fingers to create a black hole behind the two of you. It started sucking in everything nearby, aside from you, and Alastor's smile seemed to only get angrier as he was slowly pulled further and further from you now.

"Amon, what did I tell you about using your power in public?" You said as you placed both hands on your hips and turned back to the boy. The black tentacle holding him only seemed to tighten its grip now though; as if trying to squeeze the life out of him. Behind you, Alastor was having to grip a crack in the sidewalk to keep form being sucked into your son's pit of death, which only made his own power that much more violent as Amon was raised higher in the air; probably to then be dropped back to the ground again.

"Dad!" You called, but it fell on deaf ears, "Amon!" Neither one of them made another move or even looked at you and finally, your patience began to wear thin. Taking a step between the two of them so your body now blocked their views of one another, you put out both your hands. "Both of you; cut it out!" Your voice boomed and this time it was finally enough to make them both stop; freezing as their powers ceased. Amon fell to the floor now that there was no tentacle holding him up but was relatively unharmed. You sighed in exasperation.

Gesturing for your son to come over and stand by your side- which he promptly did- you turned back to the Radio Demon. "Dad," you spoke in a calmer tone now, "This is Amon; I adopted him when I was still alive." Alastor's eyes widened at that but you just turned back to the little boy.

"Amon, this is your grandpa." 

"This is the guy you told me about?" The kid asked with a tone of slight disgust. At the moment, Alastor's own disdain wasn't being hidden very well either and you sighed.

"Yes; we're all family now." You made a point to look at your dad as you said that; who rolled his eyes but didn't protest. He was aware a good few years had passed since his death, and that you'd been left all alone since then, but a part of him had always hoped he'd never have to deal with you bringing in...extra family members like this. What was next; a pet dog? A spouse? 

"We've been looking for you since we got down here," you went on to explain to the red deer-like demon, "I wanted you to get to meet your grandson." Internally, you'd hoped this meeting would have gone better than it did. After all, you'd always hoped for your dad to be proud of you; especially when it came to things as big as this. Alastor, noticing this, did his best to hide how much he hated the situation.

"I see," he said with a sigh before finally turning to Amon, who still stood by your side. Bending down, the Radio Demon held a hand out to the child. "Then I suppose it is a pleasure to meet you...child." He trailed off as Amon took his hand and shook it; his grip more firm than that of most adults. Neither of them enjoyed the physical contact with one another but so long as you were watching, they had to play along. 

Alastor stood up straight now, turning his back to you so you wouldn't see how he immediately wiped his hand on his jacket. It was at times like this when he missed the days where he used to carry a pack of wet wipes for sanitation, like when you were little. 

"Now, I suppose since you both are new, you haven't seen much of what hell has to offer!" He exclaimed, immediately putting on a cheerful attitude that made Amon's glare worsen, "Allow me to give you a personal tour!" You smiled at that, placing a hand on your son's shoulder. Of course, there were many things you and your father would have to discuss now that you'd been reunited, but for now, you just wanted to enjoy being able to be around him again after having lost that in life. 

"We would love that, dad." Amon had to disagree, but he kept quiet about it, nonetheless. Alastor's grin widened and he immediately took you by the arm, ignoring how the young boy immediately moved around to walk on your other side.

And thus began a feud between grandfather and grandson.

..........

The door to your home opened now and both Alastor and Amon stiffened as you entered, followed by a sinner neither of them recognized. They looked nervous but your smile only widened as you shut the front door behind the two of you. 

"And here they are!" You exclaimed with pride as you gestured to Alastor, then Amon.

"This is my dad and this is my son, Amon." You smiled brightly. The other sin waved awkwardly as the Radio Demon's head tilted in both intrigue and disgust. Amon crossed his arms but gave them a curt nod.

"N-nice to meet you both!" Your partner squeaked as you attempted to ignore the obvious fear in their voice. Of course, you briefed them about your family. Amon, as a sinner child with some extraordinary powers, could be quite intimidating, and Alastor was the feared Radio Demon himself. You'd made sure your partner knew what they were getting into beforehand, but nothing could have prepared them for quite how scary this moment would be. 

"Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!" Alastor spoke, though his supposed enthusiasm didn't match his tone at all as he did so. The sinner beside you nodded and then Amon spoke up.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance!" He said, displaying all the manners you'd instilled in him over the years. Your smile widened, feeling slightly reassured by their welcomes. Though, you could still sense the growing tension in the air. Deciding not to let it fester, you turned to your partner.

"I still need to finish up making dinner; want to help me?" You asked. They nodded almost too eagerly, wanting nothing more than to be away from the rest of your family. Your dad's eyes narrowed at that.

"Need I remind you, dear, that I am hardly unequipped when it comes to the kitchen?" Alastor called as you began making your way to the door, followed by your partner. "I am more than happy to offer my assistance!"

"Or I can help!" Amon said, eager to prove himself as the more helpful one of the two. 

"That's okay!" You told them with a kind smile, "I think we've got it handled. Why don't you two set the table and we'll meet you in the dining room in a few minutes?" Your partner looked beyond relieved at that, wanting a few minutes alone with you to discuss whether this night really was a good idea. Neither Amon, nor Alastor seemed enthusiastic about their assigned task but they didn't protest either; letting you head off into the kitchen and closing the door behind you. 

Once you were gone, Alastor snapped his fingers, summoning a few of his shadow creatures that then ran off to set the dining room table like you'd requested. Amon ignored his antics, heading for the room himself, but with no intention of actually doing the chore you'd assigned. It wasn't lost on him how the shadow creature set every place at the table beside his own so he got to work preparing his own spot. That way, it wouldn't look like he'd been slacking. 

Alastor came into the dining room too, but rather than helping out at all, he simply pressed his ear to the wall connected to the kitchen in the hopes of hearing your conversation with your partner. Sure, he could have sent a shadow in to listen to you, but then there would be too much risk of you noticing it and getting mad at him; something he would have preferred to prevent right now. 

Once Amon's place at the table had been set, he went over to the opposite corner of the same wall and pressed his ear to it as well.

Not much could be heard from the kitchen, aside form your occasional laughter and light chatter with the sinner you now seemed so fond of. It made the Radio Demon's blood boil just hearing it, and judging by the clear glare on your son's face, Amon was no fan either. 

"Why do they even need him?" He asked as he crossed his arms and stepped away from the wall now. "We don't need any more surprise family members." It wasn't lost on Alastor how the child glanced his way while stating the last part.

However, having confirmation of the child's dislike toward your partner did give him an idea.

"I couldn't agree more," he replied, sending a look at Amon, whose glare only deepened, "I suppose all we can do, however, is wait and hope they eventually break things off with one another." He gave a shrug before inspecting his nails in disappointment. Just as he'd hoped, that sentence was enough to plant the seed of an idea in your son's head.

"Or speed up the process." Amon said with a mischievous grin now. The Radio Demon made a show of raising his eyebrow at that.

"Why, are you suggesting we break them up ourselves? A scheme, perhaps?" He asked with fake surprise in his tone. Amon just nodded. Alastor pretended to pause for a moment, letting the boy continue.

"I don't like you," he admitted, "And I don't like having a grandpa now, but I like them even less." He tilted his head toward the kitchen, referring to your partner. "So I think we should call a truce; just long enough to get rid of them." Alastor's smile only widened. It seemed this boy really was like a younger version of himself, and right now, he was thankful for that.

"I suppose that would solve both of our problems," he admitted with a hum, "And for the record, I do not enjoy having a grandson now, either." There was another pause before he finally brought to light the question he'd been wanting to ask this whole time. "Alright, then how about we make a deal?" Green smoke appeared on his hand and Amon shielded his eyes form its bright light. 

"I'm not supposed to make deals with anyone," he said carefully, glancing at the wall of the kitchen, where you were. Alastor supposed that, after having that rule drilled into you by him upon reaching hell, you'd passed it down to your son, too. 

"This wouldn't be a deal for your soul," he clarified, "More like an...Agreement. You and I work together to break up their relationship tonight, and the obligation ends there. The catch is that you must be willing to work with me until then, dear grandson." The term of endearment felt more insulting to Amon than anything, but after a moment, he nodded, taking the hand of his grandfather reluctantly. 

"Alright." He replied, and with that, the deal was (quietly) made.

..........

After what felt like an eternity, you and your partner came out of the kitchen, bringing the food you'd prepared into the dining room, where you set it on the table. 

"We saved you a seat!" Amon exclaimed happily, pointing to the chair beside him. There were plenty of spaces at the table, so it wasn't as if he needed to do so, but you did as he said in order to please him anyway. The way they'd set it up, you sat between your son and your father with your partner directly across from you as if they were being interrogated. They chuckled awkwardly upon realizing this but didn't bring it up.

You started passing around the food, allowing your family members to take whatever they wanted and helping Amon serve himself as needed. Meanwhile, the glances exchanged between Alastor and the little boy went unnoticed by you.

"So, what is it you do, my esteemed fellow?" Alastor asked your partner, though his tone held anything but genuine curiosity. They gulped.

"W-well..." They began as you nodded encouragingly, "...I work in technology." That gave the Radio Demon pause and there was a slight static noise before he replied.

"I see." He said, "And what sort of technology do you work with, then?"

"M-mostly television," your partner admitted carefully, "I work for Channel 666, specifically." You could sense the growing tension at that; your dad had never exactly been fond of television. You'd grown accustomed to it, though, especially because Amon had always loved it. Turning to him, you expected a more positive reaction, but instead were met with an unamused ten-year-old. 

"Sounds boring." He said and you nearly choked on your food. The Amon you knew would never have thought that; had something happened to your kid?

The rest of the meal passed mostly in silence, aside from your occasional contributions. Alastor was more than happy to divulge memories between you and him as he'd raised you, and Amon was always glad to talk about how much he loved his parent, but the second you tried to bring your partner into the conversation, they both promptly shut down.

It was very awkward.

Finally, everyone finished their food and Amon turned to you with an eager expression; as if he'd just remembered something very important. 

"(Preferred Parent Name), remember that drawing I was working on earlier?" He asked as politely as possible as Alastor stared from behind your back. 

"Yes, is it done already?" You asked, excited to see the final result of the project he'd been nurturing for several days already. The boy shook his head but pushed his chair back.

"No," he admitted, "But could you please come pose for it? I need the reference if I'm going to draw you, too!" He was already standing and taking your plate off the table, as well as his own. He deliberately ignored both Alastor and your partner's dishes as he awaited your response. 

"Of course, sweetheart," you grinned, ruffling his hair as you pushed your own chair back and went to stand up, "Maybe we can all come see-" Before you finish your sentence, Amon interrupted.

"No!" He nearly shouted. Behind you, Alastor's smile tightened in a way that told the child to watch his tone when speaking to you. "I...Don't want anyone to see the unfished drawing but you." Amon said, gently taking your hand now. "Please? I promise it won't take long!" 

You still seemed unsure, turning back to your partner, who was shaking their head urgently in the hopes it would prevent you from leaving them all alone with the Radio Demon. Unfortunately for them, though, your dad piped up before they could.

"Why not humor the boy, dear?" He asked with the soft, genuine smile he only ever extended towards you, "After all, I assure you I'm perfectly capable of entertaining our guest in the meantime!" He practically spat the word out but you didn't seem to notice as Amon continued tugging on your hand.

"Alright, alright," you told your son with a chuckle before glancing back at the terrified sinner, "I'll be right back!" You assured them, and then with that you finally disappeared into Amon's room.

Now left alone with your dad, your partner turned to face Alastor again, only to see the Radio Demon already staring them down with a sinister smile. His eyes had turned into radio dials that seemed to be glowing in the now dimly-lit room. 

"Now that we're alone," Alastor spoke as radio static began seeping into his tone, "I believe there is something we must discuss." 

The sinner jumped out of their chair and scrambled back as Alastor seemed to grow, climbing over the table towards them. Black tentacles started growing out of his back and there was a green glow wherever his overlord powers persisted. 

"P-please, I've done nothing wrong!" They tried to shout, only to be silenced as one of the tentacles grabbed them and squeezed around their body. Alastor was towering over them now as he stared into their eyes with his own. 

"What you've done is get involved with a family in which you do not belong." He snarled. His antlers, which had previously been small, had grown off his head now and tapped against the ceiling with how tall he was. "So, if you value your life, here's what you're going to do..."

Before the Radio Demon could finish, though, the sound of a door opening nearby caught his attention and in an instant he'd reverted back to normal, standing over your partner as their shaking body collapsed on the ground. They gasped for breath; unable to take their eyes off him for fear he would kill them if they did. 

"My dear!" Alastor called as he noticed you now coming back from Amon's room, followed by the young boy, "Finished his drawing already, has he?"

"Only the sketch," the child replied calmly. A whole conversation was exchanged between the two of them through their eyes, with the Radio Demon questioning why they hadn't been gone longer and Amon seeming having been unable to keep you distracted much more. "But it will be enough for me to work with when I feel more inspired." 

You glanced at your partner, who was still laying on the floor, and raised an eyebrow. Seeing the realization begin to appear in your eyes, Alastor promptly spoke. "I was just helping this fine fellow off the floor!" He explained as he extended his cane towards the sinner now, "It seems they are quite clumsy." He stared into your partner's eyes, daring them to say anything other than an agreement. Luckily, they seemed to get the message. 

"Thank you..." They managed as they grabbed ahold of the end of your father's cane and allowed him to pull them off the ground. He nodded in response. 

"Well, I'm glad you two are getting along..." You replied, though you were clearly suspicious. You weren't an idiot; you knew how your father was. And though you hoped he would have gotten over some of his overprotective tendencies since you were an adult (and a parent) yourself now, you wouldn't have put it past him to be plotting something.

Before you could think much more about it, though, Alastor spoke up again. 

"While we're on the topic," he began, bringing up a topic you certainly had not been on, "I wanted to show you where I decided to hang that painting; the one you so generously gifted me last week!" He didn't even need to fake an enthusiastic tone at the memory; after all, his own child had gone out of their way to buy him such a nice piece of artwork simply because they'd thought he would like it! He was touched.

"Oh," you said, remembering that he'd mentioned wanting to find a place to hang it up, "I'm sure wherever you picked is great, dad." You glanced at your partner again and Alastor could tell you didn't want to leave them alone a second time, but he wasn't about to back down either. 

"Why, thank you, dear, but this is your home too! I want to make sure you appreciate my interior decoration skills as much as I do!" He exclaimed, "It had slipped my mind before, but now that I recall, it simply cannot wait!" He started heading for the hallway again, gently taking you by the arm. You sighed but didn't protest. 

"Alright." You said before looking back to your partner and son, "Amon, be nice, okay? I'll be right back!" And with that, you disappeared once again. 

Your partner sighed in slight relief. Though they could tell your son didn't like them any more than your dad did, he at least seemed less dangerous than the Radio Demon, they thought.

The boy's immediate glare told them they'd likely thought wrong, though, and he snapped his fingers, immediately creating a black hole behind them that began sucking nothing in except the sinner themselves. A targeted black hole, one could call it. 

"I don't like you." The child told your partner, "I'll make your death look like an accident." He was, of course, very good at doing so. He'd hidden almost all his violent tendencies from you for years, after all, and he wasn't about to let his dear parent find out he would be behind this, either. 

You would definitely ground him for life if you did.

"Please, Amon!" The sinner cried as they held onto the carpet for dear life, "Just tell me what you want! I could be the best second parent you could ask for!" The boy's expression darkened at that and the black hole seemed to only get stronger. 

"I don't want another parent!" He shouted, glad Alastor was using his powers to prevent you from hearing any of this from the other room, "The one I have is perfect! I don't need grandpa, and I don't need you!" His power's increased strength was enough to finally break your partner's grip on the carpet now and they went flying back towards the black hole.

Just before they were engulfed, though, the hallway door opened once again and Amon was forced to make his powers disperse in order to prevent you from seeing the scene. 

"(Preferred Parent Name)," He said with a smile as he turned to you, "How was Grandfather's painting placement?" Alastor's eyes narrowed at the title but he said nothing as he followed you into the room. Unfortunately, he could only make the viewing of a painting take so long, and you two had been back before he'd wished it. 

"Perfect, as expected." You grinned back, then noticed your partner on the floor, "Did you fall again?" 

They were still shaking slightly but they gulped at the sight of Amon's dark glare. "They seem to lack spatial awareness tonight," the boy said with a shrug before stepping forward and offering his hand to the sinner. "Here, please let me help you up." Since his back was turned to you, your son smiled evilly down at your partner and they couldn't bring themselves to accept his offer, even if it would upset you.

Pushing themselves off the floor on their own, they drew in a breath and then turned to you. "Can we talk in private?" Your eyebrows raised at that but you nodded, gesturing for them to follow you into the hallway. They did so, scurrying after you as they eyed Alastor cautiously.

Once the two of you had disappeared, the Radio Demon turned to Amon with a satisfied smile, both of them knowing exactly what this would be about. 

"What is it?" You asked your partner with concern. They took a deep breath, remembering that you'd warned them your family could be eccentric. They'd been prepared for some weirdness but hadn't expected anything like this. 

"I don't think I can do this," they admitted, your face immediately falling at the words. "I can't get along with your family."

"You promised you'd try," you said, feeling very dejected, "I told you who my dad was and you said it didn't matter!"

"That was at the beginning of our relationship!"

"So?" You asked.

"So, I didn't plan for us to be this serious!" Your partner finally replied, "I didn't think I'd end up having to meet your family!" You froze at that. Meanwhile, Alastor and Amon, who had their ears pressed to the hallway door, both exchanged angry glances at the idea of anyone daring speak to you like that. 

"You told me you wanted us to be permanent," you said in as calm a tone as you could manage.

"I do," your partner replied, gently taking both your hands in their own.

"Then...Can you please try to get along with them?" You asked, "They both mean the world to me." Your partner sighed. They'd known this about you since before you two got into a relationship. Your family was too important for you to ever brush them aside, and if they couldn't make that relationship work, they knew there was little chance their relationship with you would either.

"Fine." They said finally, "I'll try." After all, you would be with them for the rest of the evening, wouldn't you? It wasn't like your dad or son would have another chance to try and kill them with you present. 

Outside, Alastor and Amon's smiles both widened creepily. Had your partner simply told you what they'd done, they knew you would have believed it. After all, they had less than perfect reputations when it came to violence. But since they'd chosen to keep quiet about all that, it seemed the game was still on. 

"Thank you." You smiled, pulling the sinner into a warm hug. They took it in for a moment and then you pulled away. "I'm going to go to the restroom, so please try to at least talk to them while I'm gone?"

The second you said that, your partner's face fell. They were so dead. You didn't seem to notice the fear that appeared on their face as you turned and headed for the restroom. They gulped, debating whether to heed your request and face the family members again or stay right here where it was assumably safe until you returned. 

Their choice seemed to be made for them, though, when the door to the hallway slid open and an inky black tentacle moved toward them. They wanted to scream, but before they could, it grabbed them and squeezed once again, dragging them back into the living room where it closed the hallway door behind it. 

There, both Alastor and Amon stood with sinister smiles as they watched the tentacle hold your partner up. Amon snapped his fingers again and another black hole appeared; this time directly below where the sinner was dangling. They let out a cry of fear, only for it to be cut off by the pressure of the black tentacle. 

"We tried to warn you to get lost." Amon said as he crossed his arms in supposed disapproval, "Now you have to pay for it."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Alastor added as his eyes became radio dials once again. With that, the tentacle let go of your partner and they were dropped into the black hole. They screamed as the bottom half of their body was enveloped by it and they were about to fall all the way through when the door to the hallway opened once again and everything returned to normal with your partner panting on the floor. 

"(Preferred Parent name)!" Amon called as he ran over and hugged you for no apparent reason. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him before looking up at Alastor and your partner. 

"Everything alright?" You asked. The Radio Demon was about to reply but the sinner spoke before he could get the chance. 

"No!" They shouted, "Everything is most certainly not alright!" They stood from where they'd been laying on the ground; still panting heavily. "I can't take it anymore! I've been nothing but cordial to these...Monsters! And they still hate me! I'm done!" They stomped towards the front door as your eyes widened.

Again, Alastor felt they'd missed the big point of him and your son having tried to kill them but it only worked in favor of his plan so he supposed he could let that slide. 

"What do you mean?" You asked, following after your partner as you let go of Amon. 

"We're done!" They finally shouted, turning back to you, "Don't contact me again; all of you are insane!" They gestured to the three of you before turning and slamming the front door behind them. You froze for a few seconds as they left.

After a moment, though, the tears you'd felt coming on finally fell and you sunk to your knees. Immediately seeing their opportunity, Alastor and Amon moved in to hug you; one of them on either of your sides. 

"It's okay, (Preferred Parent Name)," the little boy comforted as he leaned into your right shoulder, "They seemed like a meanie anyway!" You chuckled through your sobs at that. Leave it to your kid to always notice those red flags before you did.

"The boy is right, darling," Alastor added, "And you still have your family here to support you! When you feel a bit better, I'll make your favorite recipe, hm?" You sniffled at that before nodding. 

"Thanks, dad." You said softly as you leaned into your father's embrace. Amon leaned into yours too and you held him in a similar way to how you would a giant stuffed animal. "You two are the best...I guess that's why you're my two favorites, huh?"

For once, neither of them felt anger at having to share that title. You closed your eyes as you wiped some of the tears form your cheeks and Amon exchanged a glance with the Radio Demon, who seemed surprisingly content. Like before, no words were needed between them to convey what they wanted to say, and after a minute, Alastor nodded down at the boy approvingly.

It would likely be the last time he ever did so, and soon they would go back to their usual dynamic, but at least for tonight, you'd managed to bring the two of them together. It seemed having a grandson wasn't the worst thing; Alastor realized.

If nothing else, the little boy had proved himself quite useful in the face of a challenge like today, and he could appreciate that.

He still hated being called 'grandpa,' though. 

[witch-of-the-writing-desk]

I found this instead of writing have fun

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[placeinhell]

Pushing my Dad!Alastor body agenda at all opportunities. Lucifer seems pretty pleased with the change.

Loosely inspired by @zubizubichub's DTIYS (cw for kink blog) because I drew the original images at work without internet. Linked down below:

[missfortunegirl]

Alastor and Sophia🪐

"When I'm sad you always tell me to smile, so why don't you smile, Daddy?"

"You're right, my darling!.. you always have to smile, but sometimes it's difficult to do so.."

“Then why do you do it even if you don't want to?”

He left a caress on her face, ".. I made a promise to my mother.. a long time ago. Promises are kept.."

“Was your mom kind?”

Alastor smiled, actually. ".. the kindest!.."

“Then your mommy is in heaven!”

“Yes..  she is in heaven..”

"And do you miss her?"

".. a lot.. but you remind me of her so much, so I miss her less now that you're here.."

"Don't worry, daddy. I'll always stay with you, I'll never go to heaven!..."

"No, my little sun.. you deserve to be in heaven!.. you are an angel, angels feel bad in hell.."

"But I'm fine, because I'm with you!.. are you fine with me too?"

fuck these two! I've always seen Alastor as bad at maintaining a relationship of any kind, partly as it should be, partly because his character doesn't leave much to work on for now. when I imagined Alastor as a father at first I thought that for the first few weeks he would be a shitty father to Sophia, as she hated her because she made him vulnerable. but then I thought that the more she grew up the more he would love her infinitely, also because she reminds him of her mother. this is how I developed their relationship in my head, while the Luci-Sophia relationship is the other way around, in the sense that Lucifer loves Sophia more when she was born, he will also love her over the years but their relationship, as it has been for Charlie, it's going to fail. Either way, I had to draw them. in my AU they have a special bond. I hope to get the story out as soon as possible, but my school is shit so gooo with the psychological torture🙏⚰️

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Kind of a sad idea but Alastors s/o would have probably had to get the C-section due to one of the twins having her own or her sisters umbilical cord wrapped around her throat since it can be pretty likely to happen due to sharing the same amniotic sac if they are identical twins.

Oh that's perfect! Gotta love the angst because now I can see Alastor freaking out because he could not only lose you but one of his daughters.

He can't do anything and it just scares the shit out of him. After the twin's are born, he become's very protective of them both.

[hishumanbellestories]

The Hazbin Hotel had never been so quiet.

Alastor sat in a grand, velvet armchair in the dimly lit nursery, cradling a bundle so small, so delicate, that it made even his usually unshakable hands tremble. Amara, his daughter, his little star, lay nestled in his arms, her tiny fingers curled against the fabric of his red suit.

She was barely a few days old, her warm freckled skin so much like yours, but her eyes — oh, those eyes — were unmistakably his. Though closed in sleep, he had already memorized their deep crimson hue, the way they shimmered faintly when she blinked up at him in curiosity.

Alastor, the infamous trickster, the fearsome Radio Demon, had faced countless horrors, had stared down creatures from the depths of Hell without so much as a flinch. And yet, looking down at this fragile little being, he felt something he never had before:

Terror.

Not for himself, but for her. The world was cruel, dangerous, unrelenting. What place did a child so pure have in it? What kind of father could he possibly be to a creature so soft, so full of promise?

Amara stirred, a small whimper escaping her lips, and immediately, Alastor’s instincts overtook his doubts. He gently rocked her, his voice dropping to that smooth, crackling radio tone that always soothed even the most restless of souls.

«Shhh, little Miracle», he murmured. «No need for tears. Papa’s here».

She settled slightly but still fussed, her tiny body restless against him. Alastor hummed, the melody slipping from his lips without a second thought — an old jazz tune, soft and slow, a relic from a world long gone.

As he sang, the shadows in the nursery curled protectively around them, shifting and swaying in rhythm, as though even they knew to be gentle for this moment. Amara’s breathing slowed, her tiny hand grasping onto the edge of his tie, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so small.

Alastor lets out a soft laugh, barely more than a breath. «Already trying to keep me in line, are you? Just like your mother!», he smiles amusedly.

He traced a careful finger over the wisps of dark hair on her head, wonder flickering through him. How had he ever lived without this feeling? This overwhelming, all-consuming love?

For the first time in centuries, Alastor was afraid of losing something.

But as Amara sighed in her sleep, nestling deeper into the warmth of his chest, Alastor knew one thing with certainty: he would raze the world before he let anything happen to her.

His grin softened as he pressed a gloved hand over her tiny back, holding her close, memorizing the weight of her in his arms. «Sleep well, my darling. For as long as I walk this earth, you will never know fear».

And so, as the Hazbin Hotel remained silent in the stillness of the night, Alastor sang his daughter’s first lullaby, a promise woven into every note: she would never be alone. Never be unprotected. Never be unloved. Not while he was here.

[archrries]

Do you think the reason Alastor did that whole song and dance with Lucifer about how he was a better father figure wasn't about using Lucifer's emotions against him, but rather because Alastor's own father was never there for him and it hit a nerve seeing how Charlie felt about her dad?

[a-clever-mind-is-fatal]

"...mercy? MERCY?"

FINAL BOSS: ALASTOR

Alastor as Odysseus from Epic: The Musical! As soon as I heard The Ithaca Saga, I knew I had to make this AU.

Lucifer: You look different... Your smile is torn...

In this AU Alastor had stitches that held his smile in place. Sera (Athena) helped make them so he could be more unpredictable in battle. And more intimidating. (And possibly to help him keep a brave face as a ruler?) He stitched them in though.

Alastor picked at them (and clawed at them,) throughout the journey due to constant stress (horrors.) He tore them out after The Thunder Saga.

Also Lucifer is Penelope.

Alastor: My child, I'm finally home.

Charlie is Telemachus! She looks different in this AU, due to Alastor being one of her parents.

Alastor's hands used to match the rest of his body. As he got more blood on them, they got stained darker red. So they're stuck like that now. You get the metaphor.

Bonus: An unfinished sketch.

[salllzy]

The consort #4

Sarah was no fool and she knew that the King and Queen would try and corner her papa and she wasn't going to let them, they had their chance years ago. She wasn't going to let them. They had already hurt him once and she refused to let them do so again. They had seven years to ask any questions that they wanted, but they hadn't.

She wasn't above being petty and spent what free time that she had, hogging her papa's attention. It didn't matter if he was in the middle of doing something, the moment she asked if he wanted to do something? He dropped everything that he was doing and joined her. She didn't interrupt when he was doing actual work, she knew better, but when he was doing those silly gatherings and trust exercises? That was when she interrupted. The look on the princess's face was also a bonus, she didn't have time for silly daydreamers who thought that everyone in Hell had some good in them and that they all deserved a chance to be a better person. It was the biggest load of bullshit that Sarah had ever heard. There were those in Hell who deserved everything that they got, she had no sympathy for rapists or child molesters, who stood on the street and cried 'Woe is me'. They knew what they did, even in Hell they didn't stop, despite them not being the biggest fishes in the pond. She always enjoyed a good hunt. "Dad, there you are. Ready for tonight?" Once again she had interrupted yet another meeting and she didn't even feel sorry for doing it. "You did promise that we were going out." She watched as he stood from the chair, the looks that she was being sent would have sent a lesser demon running. "Indeed, I take it the rest of the motley crew will be meeting us?" Just as he finished speaking the door opened and Stolas came wandering in, Octavia followed behind. The teen's eyes brightened as soon as she realised just who they were visiting. "Auntie, gramps." Sarah chuckled and spun her cane as she walked, the owl demoness didn't even flinch as the doe demon got close.

"How is my favourite niece?" Octavia scoffed and pulled the doe demon in for a hug, many of the hotel residents stiffened until the realised that the owl demoness was allowed to touch the prickly doe demon. "Alastor." Stolas looked at the elder deer demon and could see the lines of tension in him, no wonder Sarah had called him and arranged for them to go out. Stolas reached out and pulled the elder deer demon in for a hug, his red eyes scanned over the room. It didn't escape his notice that almost everyone was looking at the four of them. "Right, we have plans and a lot of them." She gestured to the door with her cane, Stolas released Alastor and Paimon made an appearance. "Wonderful, I am not late." The King of the Ars Goetia made his way to Alastor, he bowed at the waist and offered a bouquet of Hell roses to Alastor. Alastor blinked several times before he accepted the bouquet, Sarah groaned and scrubbed her face with her hands. "You are a massive flirt and kindly stop flirting with my dad." Piamon straightened up and offered his arm to Alastor. "My dear Sarah, with a gem as fine as this? How could I not?" Paimon escorted Alastor out of the hotel as the residents looked on in shock. "Ah, well, you two ready to go?" The two owl demons nodded their heads and soon the three of them left the hotel, they could hear Paimon talk to Alastor asking him questions as they walked. Inside the hotel, two royals burned with jealousy and they began to plot, they would not allow Paimon to take what rightfully belonged to them.