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venusdandy · 5 months ago

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God's Rival [Part 1]

[Hazbin Hotel x GN!reader] [Platonic]

Story Summary: The Demiurge is what they decided to call you. You aren't human, angel, or demon. You're something else entirely—an enigma in each realm. The only being who had ever shown you kindness was the fallen angel Lucifer since he freed you from Heaven's prison by offering Eve the apple from your tree. You promised him a fruitful favor in exchange, but he has not asked anything from you. Until now, that is.

Chapter Summary: After the death of Adam, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel discuss ideas of how to protect Hell from Heaven's potential wrath. Reluctantly, Lucifer mentions he knows someone who owes him a favor and quite literally may be the only deity able to help them.

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader (they/them pronouns). No use of (y/n). The reader is genderless and AroAce—platonic relationships with the characters only.

The reader gets referred to as the "mother of chaos" once (in the same way one refers to mother nature). Nifty calls the reader a "bad boy" once (before meeting them). The reader is only referenced in this chapter without appearing yet.

Part 1 [Here] Part 2

The residents of the Hotel are gathered in their new lounge discussing the most recent extermination, or more specifically, Adam's death and the consequences. Heaven hasn't made any contact with Hell yet, but then again, it's only been a few days.

"I still think my idea is better," Angel smirks as he leans back on the couch comfortingly.

Vaggie growls with frustration, but Charlie quickly intervenes by gently touching her lover's shoulders. "Angel, we appreciate your help, but um," Charlie smiles tensely, "I don't think you seducing the angels in Heaven will help."

Angel shrugs. "Best idea anyone's had in the last hour."

Well, he isn't wrong. They've been severely lacking in the brainstorming department. After the conclusion that killing the first man has undoubtedly set off alarms in Heaven, for the past three and a half hours, they've all been discussing potential ideas to protect Hell from Heaven.

So far, Husk has thrown out that they should just set Nifty loose in Heaven (which Vaggie actually considered), Alastor has been making angelic puns (not at all helping), and Charlie has been pitching many civil plans to persuade Heaven (all her plans are in song form).

Lucifer has been very quiet throughout this. He's only been partially listening to everyone, as he is too focused on his worries. He's been mentally debating bringing up his idea; it's potentially the only way they'd stand a chance against all of Heaven's wrath.

But so much could go wrong. . .

Charlie must have noticed the faraway look in her father's eyes. She gently calls out to Lucifer, making him jolt out of his thoughts. He straightened up in the armchair and forced a smile. "Yes, Char-Char?"

Charlie holds one of her dad's hands with concern. "Are you okay? We can take a break if it's too much."

Lucifer sighs, letting his body sink into the chair, and his smile drops. "No, no, it's okay. I just. . .I have an idea."

Charlie perks up at this, a big smile shining on her face. "That's great!"

Lucifer opens his mouth but closes it again. He really doesn't want to mention you, but they've been shoved in a corner, and it's starting to look like only you can break down the walls.

With a reluctant sigh, Lucifer asks the others, "Have you heard of the Demiurge?"

Alastor hums with amusement as his grin stretches. "If you don't have ideas, there's no need to make up words. Just admit that little head of yours is empty!"

Lucifer, unknowingly falling for Alastor's rage bait, glares at him. "I'm not making up words, you oversized dried cherry! That's their title!". Lucifer then specifies your actual name.

Charlie clears her throat, awkwardly trying to distract the two demons. "Okay, let's calm down and hear what Dad's idea is."

Lucifer crosses his arms, still glaring at Alastor as he explains. "The Demiurge is responsible for a lot but mostly known for creating the mortal realm and overall shaping the material world. They're the maintainer of chaos."

Husk scoffs and mumbles under his breath, "Did a shit job maintaining the chaos in my life."

Charlie anxiously shifts her weight from leg to leg. 'Maintainer of chaos' doesn't sound very appealing. "Soooo, are they. . .nice?"

Lucifer finally looks away from Alastor; his smile is pissing him off more anyway, and he shifts his body to face his daughter. "Nice?" Lucifer repeats, "Maybe? From what I remember, they treated their creations with kindness."

"Creations?" Vaggie asks with a raised brow, "What does that mean? Like weapons or. . .?"

"Life.", Lucifer clarifies, "The Demiurge is capable of creating intelligent life forms."

This hooks everyone's attention. Even Nifty stops herself from stabbing a bug and looks up curiously. The little unfortunate bug quickly scurries across the floorboards, trying to escape, only for Nifty to leap at it again with her knife closing in on it.

"Like God? The fuck?" Angel asks with astonishment.

Lucifer nods. "They're powerful, so I thought about summoning them to help us since they owe me a favor anyway."

"Favor?", Charlie asks curiously and slightly worried.

Lucifer was about to explain further but decided to tell the Demiurge's origins so everyone could better understand who you are.

With a wave of his hand, a large and old book of the universe's secrets lands in Lucifer's lap. He opens it to the exact page of your tale and takes a deep breath before reading out loud.

"Before time, there was only the Celestial power in a realm called Heaven. But that power balance began to tip when an unknown angel mothered a deity with unbelievable divine powers that she abandoned their child in a clouded realm. The young deity lived for millennium alone, thinking they were the only being in existence. With no guidance from their mother, their power was disorganized, and they created galaxies, planets, and even complex life forms in their clouded realm.

After discovering the mysterious deity and their divine powers, Heaven deemed them a possible threat to the universe's balance. Questions rang in Heaven, wondering where this God-like creature came from. Only one angel knew who the deity was and where they came from, but she stayed quiet in fear she would be punished. It was her very own sinful thoughts and overwhelming emotions that had birthed her child.

The deity was elated to witness life forms they did not create, as they were not as alone as they formerly thought. At first, knowledge was transferred in civil conversations to understand each other's existence. The deity showed their realm, and in turn, the angels showed theirs. Heaven was more lenient towards them after witnessing their calm and happy nature. The deity behaved much like an angel, Heaven thought, so they let them remain in their realm of creation.

It was during that time the deity discovered they had a mother and how she abandoned them over her selfish desire to protect herself. The deity then lashed out with exasperated grief. The one who gave them life was ashamed of them. Their creations began behaving more aggressively and rigidly as the deity's emotions swam in negativity. Once again, Heaven became alarmed by the deity's power. They threatened the deity to stop, or Heaven would have no choice but to force them to stop by the power of the Heavenly Father. But the deity was too far lost in their rage of despair to listen. So, Heaven destroyed the deity's creations to almost extinction and trapped their soul within an apple tree. This massive tree became known as The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

After 65 million years, the Heavenly Father created the first humans within the Garden of Eden. As long as the humans didn't eat the forbidden apples of The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, they would live a pleasant life under God's guidance.

But, the life balance for humans forever shifted when Eve accepted the apple from the serpent and took a bite.

The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil vibrated until it burst into golden flames. The deity stood freely with their power surging through their veins once again. There was no longer only peace; now, there was chaos in the world.

That was the rebirth of The Demiurge."

After Lucifer finishes reading the timeless tale, he gently closes his book and teleports it to where it belongs with cloudy red magic. It's been a few millennia since he's sat down and read the origins of the Demiurge like this.

Nifty squeals from her spot on the floor laying on her stomach, kicking her feet in the air. "A bad boy!" She giggles.

Lucifer quickly clutches his fists in his lap as he realizes he's shaking with anxiety. Honestly, Lucifer does NOT want to call upon you. So many things could go wrong, and the first thing that comes to mind is how awkward it'll be. He can't just be like, 'Oh hey, haven't seen you since Eden! Could you fight Heaven and protect Hell for us? Thanks!' ABSOLUTELY NOT!

The second reason is that Lucifer has only a vague idea of what you're capable of. He knows you're powerful; he was one of the angels investigating you and your realm of life.

You treat your creations with love and gentleness, as Lucifer's father does with his creations. But you're the Demiurge, maintainer of chaos. Your mere existence allowed chaos and evil to spread in human souls. What motivates you? What are your aspirations?

. . .And would you be a threat to Charlie?

Vaggie's eyes are narrowed, glaring at where the book just was. Having the radio demon managing the hotel is enough of a risk as is; she will not allow some powerful entity- the maintainer of chaos, that is, anywhere near Charlie.

Husk is the first to break the tense silence with a slight smirk on his lips. "That's some serious mommy issues."

Angel snorts. "Careful, whiskers, the Boogieman might just catch ya for saying shit like that."-he suddenly scoots closer to Husk on the couch, invading his personal space. "But don't ya worry, I'll hold ya real close for safety!"

Without even looking at Angel, Husk shoves him off the couch. "OOF!"

"Boogieman?" Alastor asks with some amusement.

Angel sits up on the floor and shrugs in response. "They sound creepy, like the Boogieman." Angel grins wide with a laugh, "Hey, maybe you and them will get along then, Smiles!"

Alastor only raises a brow at Angel's comment. If anything, the Demiurge will most likely piss him off like Lucifer does. But either way, he's deathly curious about you. What exactly can you do? Or rather, what can he exploit from you?

Lucifer groans and throws his head back against the armchair. "I don't know if we should ask the Demiurge for help. . ."

Charlie quickly shakes her head. "What, why? You said they can help, and they owe you a favor anyway! We have to ask, at least!"

Vaggie rests a hand on her lover's shoulder. "I'm not sure about this either, Charlie. This isn't your average favor exchange."

Charlie is about to argue more but closes her mouth. She bobs her side to side in acknowledgment. "Yeah. . .but Dad freed them from the tree, and helping us protect Hell from Heaven is sorta like freeing us, right?"

Now, Vaggie nods but sighs in exasperation. "Babe, we can't trust the maintainer of chaos who, might I remind you, brought evil into the world."

Lucifer, without a second thought, jumps to your defense, "Now, I wouldn't say they brought evil into the world. Evil already existed; human souls at the time couldn't comprehend evil. That's how they were originally designed. The Demiurge brought the ability for humans to understand evil, and I gave humans free will." He rubs his neck awkwardly and mumbles, "And I mean, it was their world before Heaven took control of it."

Husk scratches his chin in thought. "Sounds like they'd be eager to fight Heaven if that's the case."

Charlie claps her hands together in determination. "Exactly! I'm not for the idea of revenge, but they already aren't on good terms with Heaven. And it sounds like we- as, in Hell, are on neutral terms with them?"

Lucifer nods, but he's still not convinced he should summon you. . . Indeed, you've never shown malice towards Hell, but you've also never shown any signs of supporting Hell.

Well, you've shown respect for his family, which he is confident of. Lucifer can recall how each year, on his and Lilith's anniversary, they'd receive a generous gift from the Demiurge. They especially received a lot of gifts from you for the baby shower Lilith held for the nearing birth of Charlie.

Now that Lucifer is thinking about the Demiurge more, how'd you even know these dates? Neither he nor Lilith invited you to their wedding or baby shower, yet you still sent them gifts. Lucifer always assumed word had got around, and that's how you heard of it, but you were always so precise with the timing, too.

For instance, when their marriage started going South, instead of receiving one gift from the Demiurge on their anniversary for them to share, Lucifer and Lilith received their own uniquely catered gift. He was so emotionally distraught back then that he never realized how odd and borderline creepy that was. How could you have possibly known that Lilith and him weren't doing well? Not to mention how after they split apart, they received no gifts from you! How do you know all of this?! Are you hiding in his castle walls or something?!

Alastor knocks his cane against the wooden floorboards to gather everyone's attention. "I must agree with our dear Princess! We need extra assistance for what's to come, and it sounds like the Demiurge is the one for it."

Lucifer glares at Alastor. Well, now that he knows Alastor wants you to be summoned, Lucifer wants to summon you even less now!

"Plus!" Alastor continues with a stretching smile, "Our little King and the Demiurge are bound by a contract! They must fulfill their end of the bargain whether they want to or not."

"Preferably wanting to!" Charlie quickly adds, "Actually, only wanting to! We aren't forcing anyone to do anything they aren't comfortable doing!" Alastor subtly rolls his eyes.

Lucifer takes a breath in through his teeth at that realization. "Uhhhh, we didn't shake on it soooo. . ."

Vaggie immediately facepalms. "Are you serious right now?!"

Alastor's neck snaps at an angle toward Lucifer. "You didn't. . .Make an official deal? Then what makes you think this creature of chaos would willingly do you a favor?"

Lucifer stands from his chair with a glare and points an accusing finger at Alastor, "Excuse me for having more important things on my mind like, I don't know, getting out of Eden alive!"

Alastor's brows furrow together with irritation, and his smile sits tightly. Leaning onto his cane for stability, he bends forward to reach Lucifer's much shorter height. "You're excused."

Lucifer starts rolling up his sleeves. "Alright, you pompous prick-"

"Okay! That's enough!" Charlie quickly intervenes by leaping between the two demons with a nervous smile. "How about we finish this discussion tomorrow after thinking more about it? Sound fair?"

Reluctantly, Lucifer backs off, blowing air out his nostrils with pent-up anger. Alastor shows no further vexation as he straightens up, firmly placing his hands on his cane.

From the floor, Angel raised one of his hands. "So, question about the Demiurge."

Lucifer sighs with exhaustion but brings his full attention to Angel anyway. "Ask away; I'll answer the best I can."

Angel smirks as he asks, "What do they look like? Are they sexy?"

Husk and Vaggie groan at the question, not even surprised. At that, Husk stands from the couch and goes to the bar. He needs a drink—or maybe 12.

Lucifer, on the other hand, was genuinely pondering the question, the first half at least. "Uhh, from what I remember, the more humanoid form they take on have ears and a tail like a lion and golden scales on the edges of their face, around their eyes, and just scattered around their body, I think."

The term 'humanoid form' catches Alastor's attention. According to Lucifer, it sounds like the Demiurge is a creature that naturally doesn't look like a human and instead takes on that form, most likely for simplicity purposes. From the spiritual knowledge Alastor has gathered throughout his time in Hell, he's come to find that beings of higher ranks typically have a more abstract form. In that form, they are the most powerful, so to harness and control their magic, they take on a humanoid form.

"How interesting," Alastor hums, "A feline and a reptile."

Finally standing up, Angel whistles with a grin. "I've been with both, and I gotta tell ya, those scaley motherfu-"

Angel gets cut off by Vaggie punching him in the gut with the dull end of her spear. "Shut the fuck up, Angel!". Angel only laughs as he clutches his stomach.

Charlie winces and immediately but gently grabs her lover's elbows, making Vaggie lower her spear. "Okay, I think it's time to get ready for bed now."

The residents of the Hotel each do their nightly routine before ending the eventful day in their respective rooms. Though, with the most recent events taking place, they all find difficulty relaxing.

Can the Demiurge truly help them. . .?

They can only hope so.

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 8 months ago

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charlie stealing the wings off adam's corpse for herself and vaggie thinks that's hot AU, blame @a-cold-day-in-pentagram-city for this not me

the cannibals eat the rest of the first dude but dont wanna deal with plucking out feathers so charlie and vaggie scoop up all the wings left over from the dead angels in their front yard, shoving them in a side room of the new hotel

after a bit charlie's like "Should we.... send his wings BACK up there? For burial or something???" and vaggie's like "We could I guess." and charlie's already stroking the wings "Kinda pretty aren't they? When he's not wearing them anyway." which makes vaggie actually look at the wings charlie's petting and go "You know. They ARE kinda the same gold color as your hair...." and they both stare at the wings, and at each other,

and then charlie's in front of a full length mirror checking herself out as Vaggie holds the wings up behind her and they're giggling a little bc really this is so SO morbidly disrespectfully silly but DAMN does charlie look gooooooood with her mom's ex's fancy wings- in fact she looks so good and feels so smug about it that her and vaggie get a little distracted and

charlie drags her dad aside the next morning "Dad I need wings it's important don't ask why but can you please help please" and shapeshifer luicfer's delighted like "OH YOU ENJOY CHANGING YOUR LIVING FLESH VESSEL TOO?? GOSH GOLLY THIS IS ANOTHER PERFECT FATHER DAUGHTER BONDING MOMENT!!!" charlie stops him right there "Dad no I don't want to grow the wings myself there's already a specific pair I want" which has lucifer doing the supportive but confused "??? Okay char-char? What... what wings did you had in m-" charlie holds up the limp wings of her mom's ex / her girlfriend's shitty ex employer "These ones. Don't ask." - "Wh.. why those ones-" - "DAD PLEASE I SAID DON'T ASK."

he doesn't ask. he tries not to think about it either. after all it's a fun chaotic creation request from his daughter and tbh the idea of her having rubber ducky colored wings is very cuuuute to him so it's pretty easy not to think any further past it than that

until he sees a thrilled charlie on her way, leaping and almost crashing out the nearest window before her angel gf swoops in to catch her. seeing chaggie together reminds lucifer of him and lilith, like always, and he sighs in wistful happiness, like always- until he freezes in a cold terror, shaken to the core by the sudden knowledge that he might someday have to explain to his estrange wife why their daughter is flying around on the wings of the dead guy his wife rejected once and who sent murder angels down to kill their people every year for funsies

... on second thought, lilith might be the MOST excited about that of anyone. Or, almost anyone, if the emotionally scaring sounds of chaggie fliting mid air are anything to go by

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #lucifer morningstar #charlie equips dead adams wings like a fancy mink stole au #utter silliness #what even #lute is horrified adam's wings are being used to enhance chaggie's vile and abominable love life and to vaggie that is an extra bonus

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lucistarrrrs · 11 months ago

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Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Raiden Ei!Reader.

Summary: Lucifer met Y/n in the cake shop and she's a powerful overlord feared by sinners and well respect.

Genre: Fluff.

Warning: Bad Grammar

Lucifer was just walking to the pentagram city, but until he saw some sinners trembling in fear and walking quickly to get away, what were they running away from?

He took a closer look, and his eyes sparkled. It's beautiful dark violet hair that became lighter at the ends, and as Y/N turned around to the king of himself,.

Lucifer stared into her purple eyes with light blue pupils. She was tall, just like Lilith's height. Y/N was eating dango and sweets while staring at him.

Y/N has two names, Ei or Shogun. In her district, Raiden Shogun is in charge. Their Raiden Shogun is her puppet that she created her first creation is Kunikuzushi.

Lucifer offered Y/N to have some chitchat, and they talked about something that Lucifer troubling his relationship with Charlie.

"But I'm trying my best to support her dream and be there for her," Lucifer spouted, and his gaze reflected what Lucifer said: that his daughter and the king have some issues.

"Hmm? You seem kind of having issues then, but that's not my problem anyway?" Y/N said directly, not understanding what he said. Lucifer was shocked, pale, and dumbfounded.

Y/N was eating the last piece of the cake. "Did you eat all of the cake?" Lucifer asked her, and Y/N nodded. She left some icing on her lips.

"I do have two kids, but... He thinks that I abandoned him, but I don't wish to take control over him, and I have a daughter who looks like me, but she seems cold and stern." Y/N stated, sipping her tea, and looked at Lucifer. "And I locked myself in the Plane of Euthymia. I left my puppet to take charge, but they two called me mom or mother. I don't know why?" Y/N stated and sipped her tea, looking at Lucifer. She was shocked by the fact that her two kids are in charge of her district and the other one was abandoned by her, but she doesn't want control.

"So you're saying that your kids are puppets?" Lucifer questioned Y/N, and she nodded. "They don't have dick and vagina, Lucifer; they're puppets," Y/n said to Lucifer, sipping her tea again. Lucifer choked on his tea after she said that.

"But it's nice talking to you," Lucifer stuttered, and with a little blush, Y/N giggled. "Hey, try this dango; I just went to the human world." Y/N offered the dango to Lucifer.

Lucifer takes it and eats the dango; it's delicious. As Lucifer finishes eating the dango, Y/N offers some dango milk, and Lucifer drinks it.

Time skip

Lucifer was walking to the hotel and humming some sweetly and giddly. Charlie was looking at her father, who was so in love and smitten all of a sudden.

"Dad, why are you being smitten all of a sudden?" Charlie asked his father. Lucifer didn't listen to what Charlie was saying; he was distracted by Y/N in his mind.

Charlie waved her hands at his face, but he was daydreaming, and she snapped her fingers, but there was no response. Charlie looked at Vaggie, but she shrugged her shoulders. But someone knocks on the door. Vaggie opens the door, and it is revealed that Y/N smiles softly at Vaggie.

"Hello, is this Hazbin Hotel? I've seen the battle of yours; it's quite entertaining." Y/N chirped and exclaimed as Vaggie shut the door closed. She blinked. She was anxious again. 'Did I say something bad? ' Y/N thought as the door opened. It's Charlie.

"Hello, Ms. Shogun, please come in," Charlie greeted Y/N. "Please call me, Y/n. It's clearly you speaking to my daughter. I'm sorry for her behavior. She's just functioning." Y/n breathed, put her hands together, and smiled.

Lucifer saw Y/N, and he walked towards her. "Welcome to the Hotel Y/N," Lucifer greeted her. "It's a pleasure, Lucifer Morningstar," Y/n said to Lucifer.

Angel looked at Lucifer, and Y/N whispered to Charlie,It's your dad in love with her or something, because I feel the tension between them." Angel whispered to Charlie, and Charlie was confused by it and looked at her dad's gaze at Y/N while talking to her.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer tour around Y/N to learn about the redemption of rehabilitated sinners.

"Rehabilitated sinners, huh? It can work though," Y/N said, and for a moment, Charlie and Lucifer watched her thinking.

"That's a big dream. I hope Heaven won't crush your dream, Charlie," Y/N said, like a mother supporting her dream. She touched her cheeks and smiled, and Charlie's eyes sparkled. It's like her mother is supporting it.

"I should probably go now; my assistant, Sara, is probably worried about me," Y/N said as they came down the stairs as Y/N was about to leave.

"Hey, Y/N, how about we go out tomorrow in the restaurant, and I could order all of the desserts?" Lucifer asked with his charming smile. When she turned around, she heard desserts. Her eyes sparkled, and she held his hands.

„Desserts! Ohh, my lovely hell, of course I'll go.“ Y/N cheered and wrote her address, giving it to Lucifer.

„I'll see you tomorrow then, bye Lucifer.“ Y/N waved goodbye and left a smile on her face.

Leaving the hotel crew, what just happened? The powerful overlord was just rizzed by Lucifer. "Oh my stars, did the king of himself charm the powerful overlord?" Alastor, teasing him as Lucifer glared at him, walked towards to Alastor Charlie, stop his dad.

#lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer

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theamberfist · 8 months ago

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Cursed-Cat and Mouse | Uncle Alastor & Cursed Cat Alastor HC's

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Uncle

Description: A strange cat pops up at the hotel one day and begins terrorizing everyone; especially a certain mouse

(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner)

Words: 979

❀ These headcannons are related to One Blind Mouse, a little oneshot I wrote! A friend of mine said 'if you're going to have a mouse reader you need to involve Cursed Cat Alastor' so here were are! ❀

♡ Considering Alastor literally had a niece/nephew/etc who was a mouse, no one expected him to get a pet cat

♡ And to be honest, neither did he

♡ No one knows how or why the cat showed up, it just appeared one day and they couldn't get rid of it so it lives at the hotel now

♡ Everyone calls it 'cursed cat Alastor' because it apparently looks just like your uncle but he refuses to admit the truth of that name so he just calls it a vermin

♡ When the cat first showed up, you were terrified

♡ You thought your uncle Al had finally gotten tired of carrying you around in his pocket and had decided to do away with you when you heard the meow of a cat in the lobby

♡ So when the cat stopped and noticed you there was a good five seconds where you both just froze; you out of fear and it out of who-knows-what-emotion

♡ Then you took off running and, naturally, it chased you

♡ You probably ran all through the hotel (luckily you knew the place well enough not to bump into anything), shouting for your uncle, before he finally appeared and was surprised to see the little creature had no cornered you

♡ He thought it was a prank on your part at first. Even in life, you'd always loved to pull tricks like this. But when he noticed the cat literally salivating over you he finally reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck; letting out a hum of curiosity

♡ You climbed up Alastor's suit to take your place safely in his pocket as he debated what to do with it and that was when everyone else came into the room, witnessing the scene

♡ Angel thought it was hilarious, Husk was as unamused as ever, Sir Pentious teared up at its cuteness, Nifty was distracted by some nearby bugs, and Charlie was so excited by the little creature that Vaggie had to hold her back from running over and grabbing it

♡ Charlie, loving the fact that the cat looked exactly like Alastor, insisted they keep it, to your dismay

♡ She listened to your concerns though and promised she wouldn't let it hurt you and that they'd train the cat

♡ She even got a little collar with a bell for the thing so you could more easily hear it when it was coming

♡ For the first week, you lived in absolute fear

♡ You refused to leave Alastor's pocket for anything except the few times he actually slept at night when you would bury yourself in his hair for protection

♡ For some reason, he and the cat really hated each other. Whenever he came near it, the thing would his and bat at him, earning an angry smile from him in response

♡ He tried to kill it several times through mysterious circumstances but to no avail. Somehow, the cat would evade his traps every single time; as if it simply couldn't be killed

♡ Finally, there was a day where you simply couldn't be in Alastor's pocket and he had to leave you behind at the hotel

♡ You were both devastated and terrified as your uncle left but Sir Pentious promised you he'd have the egg boys protect you until he came back

♡ They did a good job for about ten minutes but then they got distracted and suddenly you were left alone with the cat in the same room as you

♡ You froze as you heard it come over to you, fully expecting to be eaten right there and then. But to your surprise, it started purring and nuzzling against your tiny body. You reached up to pet its ears and then suddenly it didn't seem so scary anymore

♡ Imagine Alastor's surprise when he returned to the hotel later that day to find you curled up on the couch with the cat; fast asleep as you lay against its side. It was wide awake, though, with its eyes looking in opposite directions and everything

♡ After that Alastor almost wished the cat would have attacked you instead

♡ He could not get you away from the thing; no one could. It became like your little bodyguard; always around you as it protected you from any impending danger

♡ Charlie thought it was sweet but your uncle Al did not appreciate having his role as your protector be called into question like that

♡ You rode the cat around like it were a horse, you slept on its warm and soft belly, you let it lead you around like some kind of service animal, you took care of it and made sure its fur was always pristine despite it being the most cursed being the hotel had ever seen (in Alastor's opinion)

♡ He would never admit to being jealous of a literal cat but he was jealous of a literal cat; especially because it resembled him so much

♡ But since you loved the cat so much he had to put up with it

♡ The only time Alastor approved of your little bodyguard was when Lucifer visited the hotel

♡ Before, Lucifer would make a big show out of offering to become your uncle too, which Charlie was always happy about since she wanted a cousin. The king of hell liked you as much as everyone else at the hotel, and he especially liked making your uncle jealous the way he'd once done with Charlie

♡ But now that the cat was around it wouldn't even let Lucifer near you

♡ As much as the thing hated Alastor, it seemed to hate Lucifer even more so gone were the days where he could swoop in and offer to be your new uncle or put you on his hat and fly around like before

♡ Alastor supposed the cat was good for something, after all

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mousy-nona · 10 months ago

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Chronicles of Cursed Cat Alastor

One day, the hotel woke up to see Alastor’s perpetual “on air” sign had been turned off. His room was empty, his coffee ice cold.

And in the middle of the lobby was a cat. Or what seemed to be the approximate shape and size of a cat, but with the strangest, most evil face any of them had ever seen. It grinned up at them and wagged its little stump of a tail, which made Charlie melt into a puddle of happy tears.

“Isn’t he adorable?” She squealed.

And that was that. The cat joined their weird little family – and Lucifer secretly resolved to get his daughter to an eye doctor. Stat.

—-----------------

“Charlie, are you sure about this one? There’s something weird about that cat.” Lucifer eyed the red thing warily. “It’s looking at Keekee like it wants to eat it!”

“Don’t be silly! Mr. Montgomery is probably trying to be her friend!” She frowned. “It’s so strange. Keekee’s never been this skittish around other cats before.”

A thin line of drool was falling from the edge of Mr. Montgomery’s mouth. When he noticed Lucifer watching, he sucked it back up and graced him with a freakish, utterly too human grin.

—-----------------

Lucifer’s wedding anniversary hit him like a truck. That is, he didn’t handle it very well. He got up, fully intending to make a show of his utterly fantastic mood – haha, look how great I feel! Your mother didn’t crush my heart and set it on fire with a flamethrower after all! – but found it was all too much of a bother, and sat promptly back down. He laid his head on his desk. Just a few more minutes. Then I’ll leave.

He didn’t even notice Mr. Montgomery had waltzed in until the abomination jumped up onto his desk. The cat loomed over him, his razor teeth inches from Lucifer’s nose.

“Can I help you?” He sniffled. Couldn’t a man mourn the end of his marriage in peace?

Mr. Montgomery tilted his head with a sickening crack, his neck nearly bending into a right angle as he studied Lucifer’s red eyes, the mountain of used tissues accumulating by the desk, the ring he was clutching in his hand.

Stretching leisurely (in the exact same way he learned from Keekee, Lucifer noted), Mr. Montgomery strolled over to a picture of Lilith he had on his desk – and smacked it off. He stared at him the entire time, as if daring him to do something about it.

“Are you…are you power playing me right now?”

“Meow,” Mr. Montgomery sneered.

“That’s it, you little freak! Come to Daddy!”

When Charlie got home, she found Lucifer with his six wings fully spread and the hotel half destroyed by angelic bolts, panting and wheezing as he tore a couch apart.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

He whirled around, his eyes wild as he zapped a vaguely cat-shaped shadow into oblivion. “It’s that monster! That cat! I can hear him in the walls!”

“Isn’t he behind you…?” Vaggie asked.

And he was. Mr. Montgomery was sitting on a shelf over the reception, licking his paw and yawning.

Lucifer deflated. “Ah. I guess he is.”

“Dad, isn’t today…?” Charlie trailed off, blushing a little.

“Oh! Right. Yes, it is,” Lucifer said. He’d been so busy chasing Mr. Montgomery around, he’d completely forgotten about his anniversary.

“Are you doing okay?”

He sighed and pulled her into a hug. “Yes, I’m fine. I was a little sad at first, but then I got distracted.”

“Burning down the hotel?” Vaggie asked. Mr. Montgomery meowed and started purring, looking as pleased as a cat that had gotten the cream.

—-----------------

“That cat is trying to kill me!” Lucifer roared, pointing at the wholly unrepentant Mr. Montgomery.

The accused murderer jumped onto Charlie’s lap and started kneading her lap. Everyone let out a collective awww! Charlie nearly teared up, and Angel Dust snapped a picture for his Voxstagram. Even Vaggie, the sole voice of reason, was making what the kids called heart eyes at the monster.

Lucifer nearly tore out his hair in frustration. “He’s tricking you, don’t you see? That cat has it out for me! This is the third time he’s tried to kick rat poison into my food!”

“Don’t be silly, Dad! He’s just a cat. Cats knock stuff over all the time!”

“Rat poison? Three times?”

Charlie looked around, frowning. “Who keeps putting rat poison on the shelves?”

No one fessed up. Mr. Montgomery let out a loud purr and fixed Lucifer with the most hair-raising, devilishly smug grin Lucifer had ever seen.

“Did no one see that? Seriously, did no one else see that?”

—-----------------

A few weeks passed before someone finally broached the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Has anyone seen Alastor?” Charlie tapped her nose with her pencil, frowning a bit. “It’s strange for him to be gone this long.”

“Oh, oh! I’ve seen him!” Niffty raised her hand and waved it frantically. “He’s right over there!”

Everyone turned – but all they saw was a furry red blob warming himself near the fire.

“Niffty, doll, have you been sniffing the toilet cleaner again?” Angel Dust asked gently.

“Nooo, silly. The cat is Alastor!” Niffty chirped, clapping her little hands with delight. Mr. Montgomery – no, scratch that – Alastor blinked his left eye, then his right eye, and smiled blandly up at all of them.

“But…but…how?” Angel Dust stuttered.

She shrugged, her shoulders going all the way up to her ears. “Dunno. He’s got a few weird friends who like to play tricks on him. Isn’t it great? He showed up all fluffy and cuddly! Perfect for hugs!”

Alastor the Cat looked remotely nervous for the first time since he’d appeared.

“How do we turn him back?” Lucifer demanded. He would rather die than admit it, but he sort-of-kind-of missed the sadistic demon that made his life Hell. It was getting kind of boring without him around.

“Dunno! Ask him!”

Once again, they all turned to the cat, who opened his mouth – “Meeeeow.”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #crack fic #not an ask #but god i love cursed cat alastor so much #radioapple #well light hints of radioapple

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seramilla · 7 months ago

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I ended up binging all your posts about Vaggie being related to the Carmine's and ended up having a dream about all the wedding prep, including Carmilla actually meeting Charlie and thanking her for loving and helping Vaggie heal and grow from her time as an exorcist

I'm sorry, but this gave me ideas, so have some fluff instead of angst on this goddamn page for once.

Charlie Morningstar paces back and forth outside Carmine Industries for several minutes before she even thinks about touching the buzzer. A myriad of thoughts race through her mind as she steels herself for what she came here to do. Vaggie is distracted, back at the hotel helping Alastor with some kind of workshop or other for their guests. She has at least an hour until her presence is needed again -- plenty of time, she hopes, for a meeting with Carmilla Carmine.

Ultimately, it's not her who buzzes herself in, but one of the other Carmine girls. Charlie literally falls over in surprise as the metal door clanks open, but she manages to right herself before face-planting on the concrete outside. Odette, if memory serves, is standing there with a confused expression on her face, cocking an eyebrow at her and turning her head 30 degrees like a curious puppy. Charlie clears her throat, blushing profusely at her almost-fumble.

"Od-Odette! Hello! Did I get that right? Um, yeah, hi! I'm here to see Carm--Ms. Carmine. Is she home--at work--do you live or work here? I guess I don't know. I'm sorry, that's a dumb question, I just--!"

Odette chuckles. "She's here. Are you looking for an audience with her?"

Charlie lets out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Yes! Ma'am! Yes, ma'am! Oh, I'm sorry, do you mind if I call you ma'am? Is that weird? Should I call you something else?"

Odette chuckles again. "Odette is fine. No need for any formalities, your highness. You know you're welcome here. Follow me."

"Thank you so much! I'm coming!"

Charlie talks Odette's ears off the entire time they're walking toward Carmilla's office. Up a huge flight of stairs, around a corner, and all the way down a long hallway, Odette is given a crash course on all the current events happening at the Hazbin Hotel. She could probably give a lecture on the topic, given how good Charlie has gotten at really drilling home all the highlights of her redemption program.

When they finally stop in front of Carmilla's office, Odette gives Charlie's hand a firm shake, saying, "It's been a pleasure, Miss Morningstar. Now I must return to my tasks for the day." Then, without another word, she's gone again.

Charlie pauses at the ornate door leading to Carmilla's office. It's tall, and imposing. She's the princess of Hell, goddamn it! Something like this should be super simple for a daughter of Lucifer Morningstar!

Shaking all her misgivings out of her head, she says to herself, "Right! Let's do this!" before knocking firmly on the door three times. After a moment, a muffled yet prominent, "Come in!" reaches her from the other side. Taking another deep breath, Charlie opens the door, and steps inside.

Carmilla Carmine is at her desk, working away at a stack of files and papers that are practically as tall as Charlie is. Other stacks, she assumes the finished ones, are scattered in boxes around the floor at Carmilla's feet. Charlie doesn't even begin to know where to look -- the office is so busy. Instead, she ignores it, and smiles at Carmilla when the other woman's gaze meets hers.

"Charlotte!" Carmilla says, a happy lilt to her voice. She immediately stands and greets the princess with open arms. One of the privileges of dating the daughter of Carmilla Carmine is she's often privy to the woman's more maternal side. A notion that is quite welcome, as far as Charlie is concerned. It's nice, feeling that kind of maternal love again -- it's been so absent from her own life since her mother...left all those years ago.

"It's so nice to see you, Charlotte. Please, have a seat. What do I owe the pleasure of your company today?"

Carmilla gestures Charlie over to the plush couches on the opposite side of her office. The furniture has been upgraded since the last time she's been here. Charlie obliges and takes a seat. Carmilla joins her.

Charlie debates whether to break through her own misgivings with small talk, but decides better of it. She came here with a purpose today; she only has so much time before she's needed back at the hotel, so she decides to just get to the business at hand.

"Well," Charlie starts, immediately fumbling all the words she'd so diligently practiced earlier. That's so like her. But she won't be deterred! She grips the fabric of her pants tightly in both fists and continues.

"As you know, Vaggie and I are coming up on our 5-year anniversary in a few months. It's a big milestone for us, and I wanted to do something really special for her..."

Charlie pauses, waiting to see if Carmilla will interject. The older woman is as poised and stoic as ever, waiting patiently for Charlie to continue. Charlie wishes she could better gauge what the woman is thinking at the moment...but it can't be helped. Charlie's not a mind reader. Nowhere else to go now, but forward!

"...Anyway...um...what I came here to do today was...uhh...oh, fuck, why is this so hard?"

"Take a breath, Charlotte. It's okay."

That definitely is not helping Charlie's nervousness at all, being reminded to breathe, like she doesn't have two perfectly capable lungs, all her own. Carmilla is still looking at her with that face, like everything is fine. How does she know it's fine? She doesn't even know what Charlie's going to say!

Breathe, Charlie!

"God, okay. Hoooo boy. Carmilla. I came here today to ask...to tell you...that I love Vaggie very much. More than anything in the world. My life was not complete until she literally fell into it, and every day since then has been more rich, more fulfilling, and more full of joy than I can ever put into words. I'm telling you this because I'm going to...I want your blessing when I... I'mgoingtoaskhertomarrymeandIwantyoutotellmeit'sokay! Okay?"

The last part comes out of Charlie's mouth in a flurry of words. She lets out a sigh of relief, thankful she was able to get it out. She hopes Carmilla had understood her. Thankfully, the sparkle in Carmilla's eyes tells her that she has, and so much more. Before she can even protest, Carmilla pulls Charlie into a hug that's so tight, her spine nearly bows from the force of it.

Shit, this overlord's strength is nothing to sneeze at.

"You don't need my permission, Charlotte," Carmilla says, squeezing Charlie even harder around the waist. Charlie squeaks.

"I...I don't?"

"Of course not. You're already family. And Vaggie's a big girl. She can make her own decisions. But if you want my blessing...then of course you have it. I can never repay you for protecting her, loving, her, and watching over her when I couldn't. I would love nothing more than to welcome you into our family...officially."

"You, too!" Charlie says, not wanting to diminish the other woman's contribution to Vaggie's healing process. "Also, I almost asked my dad if he would do it, but...I want you to be the one to walk her down the aisle, if she says yes! I know she would want that!"

Carmilla can't hide the fact that she's the one crying now. Charlie sees her trying to hide the tears behind the hand in front of her face, but the cracks are breaking around the older woman's facade like a dam trying to overrun its banks. She smiles at Charlie, and nods.

"Of course I will. I would love nothing more than to give my girl away to you."

Charlie can't wait for the day she can pop the question to the love of her life. She's already bought the ring, got the date planned with Asmodeus, and booked an opulent night full of food, dancing, and every other pleasantry the Lust ring has to offer. She vows to make it the best night of Vaggie's life, second only to their wedding day, if she accepts Charlie's proposal.

Beyond that, all Charlie can see is happiness. She never dreamed as much for herself. But it's so close, she can almost grasp it. She leaves Carmilla's that day feeling more light and airy than she has in a while, and more full of conviction that she has the strength to see this through.

She deserves it. Vaggie deserves it. Carmilla deserves it. Her heart is so full of love and raw tenderness, she could practically burst.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #carmilla carmine #odette hazbin hotel #chaggie #ask #anon #fan theories #lucifer morningstar #helluva boss #asmodeus helluva boss #vaggie carmilla related au

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selineram3421 · 3 months ago

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Deer Demon Child Headcanons

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor & Child Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ protective Alastor, mention of nightmares, ugh..Valentino mention, stabbing mention, mention of food-crepes and strawberries ⚠

The hotel guests and staff are all very protective of you.

At first the hazbin group thought that the Radio Demon would have trouble seeing to your needs but were surprised to see him do a really good job.

Whenever you're eating and manage to get food around your mouth, Alastor is always prepared with a napkin to wipe it away. Reminding you of your manners too.

"Now remember ma petite, you mustn't make a mess while eating."

"Ok."

Husk takes care of you when everyone else is busy. It happens quite often but he doesn't mind since you're mostly coloring or reading a book.

He keeps juice at the bar for you and has cups just for you as well. Most of the "fancy cups" are tea set cups and fake glass cups. All plastic.

He does worry about you sometimes because you like soft fluffy things. The cat demon has seen you stare down Alastor's ears.

It happened once, but he saw his boss holding you while going downstairs and you touched the deer ear. Husk was worried that Alastor would drop you then and there but was surprised to see him let it happen.

"What the fuck."

"Watch your words Husker."

Husk still lets you know to be careful and then teaches you how to play cards.

Vaggie is a little wary around you but after your story warms up to you. She is careful whenever carrying her spear around you.

Angel lets you play with Fat Nuggets and takes pictures whenever you take naps or play dress up with the little pig.

"Put matching bows!"

Pentious is extra careful around you, especially since Alastor smiles creepily at him whenever he sees him. He'll make you a little music box out of some spare parts he had on his warship.

You often play with the egg bois. Tea parties, dress up, and treasure hunting. The egg bois follow you around like ducks whenever you are around their boss.

Being dubbed as Alastor's child, you are well taken care of and he spoils you whenever he gets the chance. It doesn't help that Rosie also spoils you whenever Alastor brings you to Overlord meetings.

Carmilla and her daughters always set out crayons and paper for you, also having a chair made for you to have a seat at the table.

Zestial colors with you and brings you chocolate, sometimes lets you wear his hat.

The other Overlords warm up to you and greet you every time you tell them good morning.

Vox, surprisingly showed up to a meeting once alone and saw you, the little deer that you are. He laughed and jabbed at your nose.

"Who let you in here squirt?"

He pushed on it too hard and that made you tear up and cry out in pain.

Alastor immediately threw him across the room and picked you up. Scolding himself for being distracted while consoling you.

"It hurts!"

"It's alright, I've got you now.", he says and rubs your nose lightly to get the pain to go away.

"What the hell!? This is supposed to be neutral ground during-!", the television demon did not notice all the other Overlords glaring at him with murderous intent until he looked up. "...meetings...."

Yeah, he doesn't try that again and warns the other V not to mess with the kid.

You make sure to stay away from the V's after that and glare at Vox whenever you see him.

Valentino is gross and Alastor, along with the other Overlords, make sure you stay away from the moth.

Velvette draws you an outfit but keeps it hidden. She finds you adorable but also doesn't go near you.

Alastor uses his shadow to steal the drawing. He finds out about it at some point but it was a total coincidence.

It's not bad and has Rosie make it.

Velvette is confused and enraged, because how the hell do you have her outfit she designed!? Who stole it!?

"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT!?"

Alastor finds it funny and notices that the smallest V is absent from the meetings, no doubt trying to find who stole the design.

Alastor skips out on a meeting due to you having a nightmare the day before. You woke up crying, saying it was about your father and mother fighting.

He does his best to calm you down and sings to you softly.

"It was just a dream.", he rubs your back.

"I don't wanna go back to sleep.", you whimper.

Then he sings you a song, What We Have Is You by Sterling K. Brown (Yes it's from Kipo, I love that show.)

"We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather.

But we've got each other, and that's even better.

You don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms.

Wishes come from you and not a random shooting star."

You sleep peacefully after that and while making sure you're alright, Alastor checks up on the human news again, grin growing wider after finding out your father was stabbed in prison.

The next morning, Alastor is cooking breakfast with some soft jazz playing.

"And I want strawberries!", you say, pointing at the fruit on the counter.

"Alright my little deer.", he replies, sending his shadow to cut up some of the fruit for the crepes he's making.

Many readers asked for this part 2. So here it is!

~Seline, the person.

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kt-the-lee · 11 months ago

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No Longer Ruined - Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic (HuskerDust)

A/N hi everyone!! this is my first fanfic on this account, i used to write a fair bit on my old deactivated account but I stopped for a couple years so i’m a little bit rusty, but i just love these two so much that i simply HAD to write for them! (this was also really self-indulgent for me to write so i hope you enjoy AHHHHH)

inspired by this post by @duckymcdoorknob : “We interrupt our usual programming to bring forth Angel Dust who is terrified of being tickled (bc of Val) until Husk shows him that it doesn’t have to always be torturous.”

Lee!AngelDust, Ler!Husk

warnings: very brief mentions of Angel’s job (not very much detail but important context to the story), sad!Angel

Word count: 2,133

One thing about Angel Dust is that he HATED being tickled.

Well, that wasn’t a complete truth. It was his favourite thing in the world once upon a time, but then it got ruined by various jobs that Val made him undergo. And that did make him quite sad, he wished he could have it in his life again, but he feared it was associated with one too many bad memories at this point.

And now, the thought of it terrified him.

This was made all too apparent when Charlie (the resident tickle monster of the Hazbin Hotel) decided to attack Vaggie in the middle of the lobby one afternoon. This was a regular occurrence, and everyone usually watched fondly as the usually stoic Vaggie let herself laugh (that is until the tables turned and Charlie then gets absolutely destroyed, she may initiate most tickle fights but usually ends up spectacularly losing them!). However, this was the first time Angel had witnessed this spectacle.

And he just couldn’t bring himself to watch.

The laughs mixed with screams, the squirming, the panicked breathing, it just sent him to a dark place. Where the masses chuckled and cooed at the girlfriends’ antics, Angel felt his breathing hitch and an unpleasant anxiety building in his stomach. Tears pricked in his eyes and he tried to inconspicuously leave the room, unnoticed. Or so he thought.

“Hey, what’s up, you okay?”

Angel turned around and saw Husk, head tilted, a concerned look on his face. Panic shot through him; “oh shit, did everyone notice me leave? That must’ve looked REALLY fucking weird, how am I going to explain-”

“Relax, nobody else saw you go,” Husk said gently, sitting on a nearby couch and directed Angel to take the place next to him. “Everyone was far too distracted watching those dumbasses wreck each other, although it’s a frequent occurrence it does never get boring!” he chuckled as the laughter from the lobby turned up a notch, but then frowned when he saw Angel visibly flinch at the sound.

“I’ve… never seen ‘em do this before,” he explained as he took the seat next to Husk, tensing up slightly as a paw was placed around his shoulders but immediately relaxed. He trusted Husk, perhaps more than anyone in this godforesaken place. But could he explain this?

Husk looked at the spider with concern in his eyes. He was triggered, clearly, but he couldn’t quite piece together why the girls tickling each other had caused this.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Angel? We don’t gotta, but you know I’d never judge you for anything. We’re both losers, don’t ya forget that, so nothing is off-limits.”

Angel looked up at the cat, debating for a full minute as to whether he was going to indulge. However, as he heard Charlie squeal from the room over from them and physically had to hide his head in his hands, he figured an explanation was desrved.

“I… just…” he stuttered, trying to find the words. “They’ve been ruined for me.”

Husk looked slightly confused. “What have? Tickles?”

“Yeah… there was a week-long shoot a few years back, and it always got taken too far. Lotta ignoring of safewords and not stopping even though I begged and begged and begged, my body felt like it was going to shut down-“ Angel shuddered as he remembered. “I’ve done a lot of weird shit for this job, Husk, ya know? And you know I love to relinquish control. But this, by far, was the one time I felt the most trapped and suffocated.”

The usually stoic Husk felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Sure, tickling was torturous, that was the POINT. But it was also supposed to have an aspect of fun and trust and love behind it, and the fact that Val had taken that from him made him both upset and absolutely fuming.

“Fuck me, that’s intense.” Husk couldn’t find the words for awhile. “And also fully understandable as to why you’d be triggered now.”

A scream and a giggly “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEERE” from Charlie in the other room made Angel tense somehow harder than he was before, and Husk tightened his hold around his shoulders.

“If it’s any reassurance, the girls’ dumba ass tickle fights are nothing like that, there’s a lot of silliness and love behind it and it would never ever get taken that far” said Husk, trying to reassure the spider. “Infact, I’m fairly sure they both love every second of it, no matter how much they protest in the moment.”

“Oh I know that, really I do.” said Angel. “ I know what they’re MEANT to be like, it’s like I said, they were ruined for me.”

Oh?

So that meant…

“You used to like being tickled?” Husk enquired, a slight grin in his voice as he enjoyed the thought of his sweet spider enjoying something so silly. That thought was fleeting as he realised how that was no longer true because of his job, and Val. God. the things he could do to that bastard for breaking Angel like this…

Angel nodded, cheeks burning slightly. “A whole lot, used to ask Cherry for it all the time. But I fear I’m too far gone now, I’m too scared it’ll go too far and people won’t stop.” Angel sighed, and flinched again as the laughter somehow got EVEN LOUDER through the walls (what on EARTH was Vaggie doing to Charlie?). “I want to like it again, I do think about it a lot still.”

“We can try now, if you like?”

Husk looked into Angel’s eyes to gauge his reaction. He couldn’t tell by that one sentence if he had just put the fear of god into him, or hit the nail on the head with exactly the best way to fix this.

Angel couldn’t tell, either. On the one hand, the thought of being tickled again terrified him. He had managed to avoid it as much as he could outside of work, and even in work he would try and steer the content towards other things. However, he knew deep down that he wanted this back in his life. He trusted Husk, so maybe this would be the perfect way to ease back into it? He deliberated, and made his decision.

“Yeah… okay.”

Husk breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overstepped a boundary, and felt the grin returning to his face as he figured out the best way to do this.

“Anything I should know before we try this out? Now is the time for boundaries, my little spider-” said Husk, a teasing tone already etched into his voice which made Angel chuckle and roll his eyes.

“Stop when I tell you to-“

“That’s a given, dumbass, I was gonna do that anyway.”

That made Angel relax, he wasn’t used to people listening to his pleas. Maybe this would actually be okay…

“Oh… okay! Uhhhh, no foot stuff please, that was always Val’s… yeah. Favourite. So that’d probably send me into a panic.”

He thought for a second.

“Otherwise…. youregoodtogo-“ he mumbled as he buried his face in Husk’s chest, preparing himself. Oh god, what if this was a bad idea? What if he just hated it no matter what? What if he yelled at or hurt Husk? What if-

All thoughts in his head were silenced as the paw that was placed on his shoulder began to walk ever-so-gently around his bicep. Husk traced his entire upper arm slowly and delicately, before moving all the way round to where Angel’s underarm met his ribcage.

“This okay?”

Angel could only nod, a trace of a smile forming on his lips as Husk began to lightly scritch the spot. Nothing too intense, nothing that would overhelm him. But it couldn’t be ignored.

Husk felt the spider tense up below him as he used one claw to dance lazy, gentle circles around Angel’s ribcage. He glanced down to make sure he was okay, but it seemed to be more of a tickly flinch than an uncomfortable jerk away, so he persisted, adding more claws to slowly intensify the sensation.

It was then that he heard it.

The giggles.

And it was just the sweetest sound Husk had ever heard.

In fact, he got so distracted by the sound of Angel’s giggles that he subconsciously stopped tickling him to listen. Which, of course, stopped the giggles.

“Hey, ya didn’t need to stop!” said Angel, surprising himself.

“Oh I know… I just got distracted by something” chuckled Husk, beginning the movement of his claws again, as slow and as gentle as before. Angel tensed and giggled again, but didn’t seem to be protesting too much.

Angel had missed this. He had missed being in a safe place where he was free to be held and just let someone dote on him for a bit. Head empty, no control, no expectations, to just relax and feel happy. He couldn’t help his arm flinching against Husks gentle tickles around his ribcage, but he also noticeably lent into both Husk himself and his paws on his ribs.

Husk took this positive body language and gentle giggles to turn it up a notch, scratching with slightly more intent and pressure, making wigging motions with his paw. He also walked his fingers down from Angel’s ribcage to the sides of his stomach.

The spider’s gentle giggles quickly became slightly louder laughs as Husk did this, and initially felt a zap of panic. However, it was impossible to feel unsafe in the arms of the cat, so he let himself feel the sensations. It wasn’t TOO intense, but it was certainly enough for him to squirm and cackle, especially when Husk added a second paw to mirror his actions on the opposite side at the same time.

“Hehehehehey!!” laughed Angel. “Thahahahat was uncahahahahalled for!!”

“Oh was it now?” teased Husk, feeling a little more confident that he wouldn’t end up overwhelming Angel at this point. “Because I don’t hear you protesting, baby. Infact, I’d probably say you’re having a pretty swell time right now!”

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup” protested Angel, cheeks burning redder than the skies of Hell itself. “Teheheheasing mahahahahakes it wOHOHOHORSE-“

Upon the last word of his sentence, Husk moved both of his tickling paws to the front of his stomach, spidering the spider’s belly like there was no tomorrow. Angel SQUEALED, throwing his head back into Husk’s shoulder as he tried and failed to whine about quite how mean he was being right now.

Despite this, there was one thing that Angel couldn’t deny. Fucking hell, he could never deny how much he’d missed this. To be able to enjoy being tickled again without the fear of boundaries being disrespected and his every part of his body panicking as strangers took advantage of him, under Val’s perverted instruction.

“You doing okay down there?!” Husk chuckled, checking in as Angel arched his back and fell backwards onto the couch. Husk had one paw kneading into an armpit whilst the other made various shapes into his tummy. This seemed to be a killer combination as Angel snorted in his cackles and basically folded his body in half.

The cat slowed his attack to let Angel catch his breath, which may have been perfect timing as the spider managed to breathe out a “Stohohop nohohoho mohohore” through his depleting giggles. This made Husk briefly panic, thinking he had took it too far and this had all been for nothing. But the persistent grin and sniling eyes of Angel reassured him that he hadn’t put a foot wrong. Or, rather, a paw wrong.

“Thahahahat was fun” said Angel, residual giggles still pouring from his mouth as he sat himself up, rubbing the leftover tickly feelings away from his torso. “Might take a few goes and a bit of practice, but it certainly is an improvement to fifteen minutes ago!”

Husk felt his heart melt as Angel cuddled back into him and, as the room silenced, the laughter from Charlie and Vaggie’s ordeal STILL could be heard through the walls. However, now it made Angel smile fondly as opposed to being terrified for his life.

“How are they STILL going?” pondered Husk, shaking his head fondly at the sounds from the other room

Angel shrugged, and laughed as he heard Charlie let out a noise not too dissimilar to a squeal that he himself had produced moments earlier. “Shall we go and observe?”

Husk grinned and nodded, tweaking Angel’s side before taking his hand. Angel flinched and tutted at the cat, but couldnt hide the endearing look in his eyes as they ventured back into the lobby to observe the girlfriends tickle fight.

It certainly was a happy day in Hell.

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jay-m3 · 10 months ago

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Hazbin Baby

Pilot Male reader insert! Part 3 Continuation of Part 2 Next Part 4

You sit in your car seat, reaching up to play with Charlie’s fingers that were dangling and wiggling in front of you, trying to distract herself from failure.

Her feet was up, leaning on your car seat to right herself as she looks down at her son. Her oblivious son that was ignoring everything around him that wasn’t her.

'As long as you’re happy, then it’s all that matters.'

She’ll just have to try more harder to build up the business.

Arriving at the hotel, Vaggie drops herself on the couch from the exhaustion of dealing with Angel in the limousine and getting that bat shit crazy bitch of a newscaster off her girlfriend.

‘It’s been a long day.’

She sighs, watching (M/n) slide off of her and start to run around, stretching his small feet until he comes to a stop in front of Angel who pulls out a box of popsicles from the small fridge they owned.

“Here, kid.” Angel gives you one of the pops, smiling crookedly as you squeal in delight, grabbing it with uncare as you shove it in your mouth.

Humming happily at the sweet treat, you run off with melting juices of the pop down your hand. You run to find mommy Charlie with no luck so you change directions to mamá Vaggie.

Vaggie groans as she sees the mess of her son showing her his treat. She side eyes Angel who snickers, popping his own treat in his mouth.

“Hey, Vaggie!” Charlie calls out, a wobble of her voice is heard.

You perk up from her voice, excited to show her what you have. “

What?” Vaggie huffs out, her tone flat as she tries to wipe her sons’ sticky arms with wet wipes. But the squirming of the small body makes it more difficult than necessary.

“The Radio Demon is at the door!”

“What!?” Vaggie straightens her back as the name of what she just heard bounces around her head.

“Don’t let him in!” Vaggie expresses, trying to make Charlie understand what position they are in.

Unfortunately, Charlie didn’t understood or dismisses it as she opens the door once more.

“Son of a- stay here with Angel, sweetheart.” Vaggie sits you down next to the tall sinner, who places one of his hands on top of the couch above you.

You watch as you’re mamá rushes around, grabbing her spear that she has hidden from you. Looking at the spear in amazement, you try to get off the couch but you’re sheer lack of luck gets you a long arm wrapping around your waist.

You pout at Angel, ready to try your luck again when an unfamiliar man walks in. You stand on the couch, sticky hands grabbing the back of the couch to keep your balance as you watch the red man get closer.

“No! I’m here because I want to help!” Alastor declares, not bothered how Vaggie trails after him with her weapon.

“Say what now?” Charlie blinks, not believing her ears.

Did she hear correctly?

“Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on?” Alastor taps on his mic that’s attached to the top of his cane.

“Testing, testing! Give it a try.” Alastor turns to you, the top of the cane near your face, waiting expectantly.

“Bah!” You yell, having watched the man speak into it. You smile as you see the eye of the mic open, “Well, I heard you loud and clear!” You hear it speak, making you giggle.

Before any more interactions can happen, Vaggie steps in front of you while Angel gives a glare at the red demon.

“Uh, so... uh, what's the deal with Smiles over there?” Angel asks, getting up from his place to throw away the stick of the popsicle that he finished.

“Wait, you've never heard of him before? You've been here longer than me!” Vaggie looks at him in shock, eyebrows furrowed with a slight turn of her mouth.

You look at them in boredom, slurping on the almost melted popsicle in your hand. After a couple of licks, you slide off the couch, seeing that Vaggie and Angel aren’t paying attention to you.

“Ya done? He looks like a strawberry pimp.” Angel laughs dryly, not really amused by the story that Vaggie told him about Alastor.

“Well, I don’t trust him!” Vaggie mutters out, setting her glare at the Radio Demon.

“To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men? And little (M/n) doesn’t count.” Vaggie sets her glare to Angel before grabbing Charlie by the shoulder and dragging her away to talk to her.

You see the red man alone, inspecting a portrait before landing his gaze on you.

He tilts his head, smile widening as you wobble your way to him.

You throw your hand up to show your treat, juices sliding down your arm and staining your shirt.

“An interesting choice of flavor, my dear boy.” Alastor bonks you lightly on the head with his cane, making you giggle.

This man with the funny voice is fun!

“Okay, so, Al. You're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke.” Charlie walks over, picking up her son.

Even if he was sticky as a chewed up gum, she hugs him before turning around and giving the two year old off to his other mother.

“But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no… tricks or voodoo strings attached.” Charlie gestures with her hands which Alastor not so subtly rolls his eyes at the last statement.

“So,” Alastor twirls his cane, “it's a deal, then?” he presents his hand for a handshake as green energy bursts throughout the hotel.

“Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire.” Charlie looks over to Vaggie before turning her attention back to the demon.

“Sounds fair?” There was a bit of a pause before Alastor shrugs.

“Hmm, fair enough.”

“Cool beans.” Charlie sighs out, thankful that this interaction went well.

Alastor starts to look around more, having free reign now that he is expected to manage this hotel. He stops in front of you and Vaggie, “Smile, my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one.”

Vaggie’s glare hardens, not liking this predicament one bit.

Hearing the word smile, you automatically smile up at Alastor as he’s the one that said it.

“What a charming young fella.” Alastor compliments before moving on.

“So, where is your hotel staff?” Before Charlie can say a word, her eyes shifted to Vaggie told him everything he needs to know.

“Ohohoho, you're going to need more than that. And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?” He adjusts his monocle, leaning forward to come face to face with the tall, four armed sinner.

“I can suck your dick” Angel smirks seductively.

You jump in surprise as the sound of a mic feedback rings through the air as Alastor fully stands back to his full height.

“Ha! No.”

“Your loss.” Angel scoffs, crossing his arms at the rejection.

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theyapper0 · 5 months ago

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PART TWO OF "FINALE"

Adam: I just want to get this over with….

Alastor trips on falls to the ground. He struggles to get back up and still his pride does not allow him to turn onto his back and look up at the Winner

Instead, Alastor stays on his hands and knees. His shaky hands and knees, his bruised, WEAK limbs.

He couldn't best Adam… how embarrassing.

A puddle of his own blood forms where he's knelt, dripping and flowing out of his like a river.

In the reflection it, he sees Adam, standing tall and unscathed above him, his hands outstretched and glowing.

He's firing one last, fatal blast.

Alastor's eyes widen. He couldn't die. Not here. Not now. Not to HIM.

Adam fires the blast.

Angel Dust, in the midst of all the fighting and carnage, looks up at the sound of the blast. He realizes that Alastor LOST…

Alastor was supposed to beat Adam! Or at the very least hold him off and keep him distracted for a good while until they get the Exorcist numbers down! But that couldn't have been any more than 20 minutes!

And ALSO!!! WHERE DID ALASTOR GO?! DID HE DIE?!

(Angel also sort is beginning to care about people so he is sorta worried for Alastor’s wellbeing)

Adam moved back into battling on the front lines as opposed to his previous stance of Alastor fighting him one-on-one to isolate him.

Adam is MUCH stronger than any of the Exorcists so he's EASILY wiping out HERDS of their army.

Something needs to be done. Fast.

But Adam is so strong. He's stronger than any Sinner they have here, Hell, he's stronger than the fucking RADIO DEMON!

The only person who probably even comes CLOSE to his unbridled power would be…

“HEY CHARLIE!!!!!!!!!!”

Angel tries to call for Charlie, who is still going on a crazy killing spree.

But she isn’t listening, she's distracted and caught up in the EUPHORIC FEELINGS OF MUTILATING AGAIN!!!!! WHY DID SHE EVER STOP?! THIS RUSH, THIS POWER, SHE'S ALWAYS HAD IT, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE, BURIED JUST UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE.

IF SHE WAS ONLY DOING THIS FOR ONE DAY, SHE MIGHT AS WELL MAKE THE MOST OF IT!

IN A CONSTANT BATTLE OF CONTROL, TO FINALLY LET LOOSE AND DO WHAT SHE WAS MEANT TO DO AND BE WHO SHE WAS MEANT TO BE!!!

Angel tries to get her attention but fails miserably. He realizes that there's no way that Charlie is snapping out of her state anytime soon and it's far too dangerous to get close enough to her to PHYSICALLY stop her (not that they were strong enough to do so anyway)

So he just kinda goes, “Ok, FINE!” And runs off go try and fight Adam himself.

The Exorcists they can handle, but Adam, he could very well wipe them ALL out without even breaking a sweat, he needs to be STOPPED

Even if that means dying in the process…

Husk, who's fending off Angels with Niffty, sees Angel running towards a blasting Adam and he quickly pieces together not only what might've happened to Alastor, but also what Angel is most likely planning on doing…

Shit…

Niffty: Angel's heading towards Adam!

Husk: Oh for crying out- come on! That idiot’s gonna need us

Husk and Niffty hurry behind Angel

Vaggie was doing extremely well against the other Exorcists. She knew their fighting styles so every attack was able to be predicted and she was strong enough to fend off probably EIGHT angels at a time. Before she was banished, Vaggie WAS one of Heaven's top soldiers after all, ranking just under-

Lute had gone out of her way to find Vaggie in this chaos (and Vaggie would be lying if she said she wasn't scooping out the battlefield to try and find her as well)

So they catch each other and fight. But this battle wasn’t like anything either of them have ever done with the other before. Before, when Vaggie was still in Heaven, every spar between the two was planned, it was scheduled and foreseen as part of their training.

This battle could not even be compared to Vaggie’s banishment. She was shaken up at the time, having just completely disobeyed Heaven for seemingly no reason in particular, a moment of clarity, a moment of weakness. At the time, there was no time to react to Lute’s abrupt attack- the slicing of her wings, the mutilation of her face.

This battle couldn’t even be compared to their fights when Charlie and Vaggie had gone to Heaven. It was mere roughhousing above all else at the end of the day, Vaggie didn’t have her spear and Lute didn’t use her sword (why didn’t she?). They had fought with nothing but their own fists.

But this battle… This was to the death. This was the first day of war. This was a fight against Heaven, a fight to protect Sinners, a fight to protect the hotel, a fight to protect the place that Vaggie now called home.

This was a fight where only one can come out alive…

“I gave you a chance back at Heaven to make amends but you've stubbornly and STUPIDLY chose against it,” Lute says, “So I hope you know that I won't be holding back, Vaggie.”

So why was Vaggie shaking so much?

She wasn’t scared, she COULDN’T be scared. She was prepared now. There wasn’t anything Lute could do to her that Vaggie couldn’t return tenfold.

Vaggie doesn’t respond to Lute’s speech (There was a time when Vaggie would playful roll her eyes at the theatrics).

Vaggie let out a mighty battle cry and flew forward.

The fight starts very cold, neither party speaking to each other as both were focused on landing that fatal blow that the other wouldn’t allow themselves to receive.

But this is hard, mentally, for both of them. Vaggie and Lute have history, GOOD history where they were each other’s everything up until a few years ago. But now… now they're fighting on opposing sides with the belief that the other is truly evil, that the other enjoys working with the ENEMY!

But… despite all that, despite their hatred for each other and their devotion to their respective causes, there's still love. The love and care they have for each other is still there.

They're both hurting. And fighting to the death is the best way to channel that pain.

They both do still care deeply for each other but they’re both soldiers, their feelings don’t matter, all that matters is their mission to KILL the other.

Angel rushes towards Adam, Husk and Niffty not being too far behind.

The 3 of them get his attention long enough to cease his fire on the other Cannibals and Sinners on their side and focus on them.

So Angel, Husk and Niffty do their bests to fend against Adam for as long as they possibly could (which won’t be that long at all because if ALATSOR couldn’t last more than 10 minutes, these guys are COOKED)

During the fight, Angel gets blasted back into the pavement. He lays there for a moment because FUCK, did that hurt…

He rolls to his hands and knees with strained effort, cranking his head up to see Husk and Niffty fighting Adam together.

(Husk and Niffty are both super strong btw and they also make a great team because they know each other and their fighting styles like the back of their hands bc they’ve worked together under Alastor for so long).

Angel begins to dig through the huge mess of debris, shaky pavements and ground. (There's basically like a huge crater filled with dirt and rocks and stuff from where Adam let his blast go off when he finished off Alastor)

Angel digs through the rubble with his bare hands and he finds Alastor, unconscious underneath all the earth.

Angel grabs the man by the shoulders, “Al! H-hey, wake up there, Smiles! We gotta get going NOW!!!”

Alastor slowly comes to, all bruised and battered and beaten and covered in dirt. What happened..?

The last thing Alastor remembered was… Oh right…

Husk and Niffty come HURTLING towards them as a result of a powerful blow from Adam. They fall into Angel, who was trying to help a disoriented Alastor to his feet.

Adam flies towards them, he stops and is hovering above them, looking down at the 4 Sinners.

Adam’s face is strained… These were humans, they were his children once… Weren’t they just as deserving of mercy as his children up in Heaven just because of the mere fact that they are a creation of God? Weren’t ALL the Sinners just as worthy of peace as Winners?

Angel: LEAVE US ALONE, I’M NOT GONNA LET YOU HURT THEM!!!

Angel screamed, standing in front of the battered three, angry…

Angel cared about Husk and Niffty, and even sorta Alastor… Despite how annoying and unbearable all of them were at times, despite how annoying it was to be forced to see them day in and day out, these were his…. These were his FRIENDS!

Angel may not be as strong or as powerful as the others, or as smart, or make the best decisions when it came to himself, but he wasn’t gonna let them die. He couldn’t let them die, he couldn't let them die because he… Cared. Because he CARED! Because Vaggie cared and Charlie cared and ANGEL WANTED TO CARE! HE WANTED TO FINALLY DO SOMETHING THAT MEANT SOMETHING!

ANGEL WASN’T GOING TO LET ANYONE HE CARED ABOUT DIE! NOT IF HE WAS STILL STANDING!

Adam stared down at the Sinners.

And within a moment's notice… his hesitation dissipated.

This Sinner… Angel Dust, that was his name… shouldn’t be able to change. This Sinner COULDN’T change. This Sinner who has been condemned to Hell for all eternity. This Sinner who should NEVER be allowed into Heaven….

Is defending his fellow man.

No. This was all wrong. This couldn’t be happening. Lucife- Charlotte was diverting the natural order- it seemed to be a family trait.

NO! Adam was TIRED of having to pick up the pieces! He was tired of having to MAKE DO! Of having to roll with the punches and ACCEPT whatever the Morningstars DECIDED to suddenly CHANGE!

This was just like the serpent! This was just like the Garden! This was just like what that devil did to-!

“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS! NOT AGAIN! NOT EVER AGAIN!” Adam screamed at the top of his lungs

He jerked both hands up towards the Sinners below him, SINNERS, that’s what they were and they’ll never be NOTHING MORE!

Adam’s hands began to glow brighter than they ever have before, beginning to charge up the BIGGEST blast he possibly could

All Angel, Husk, Niffty and Alastor could do was look up helplessly at the first man. They were too injured, too hurt to move, to RUN. Even if they could, it wouldn’t be fast enough.

They were dead.

Alastor began to recede, melting into the shadows beneath them.

It wasn’t until the Radio Demon has halfway through sinking into the earth did the 3 notice.

Angel: H-HEY, what the fuck are you doing, Al?!

Nifty: Are you kidding?! STOP IT!

Husk: No way are you leaving us! Not after we just risked our own lives for your fucking ass!

Alastor chuckled, “I’d love to stay, my comrades, but I’m afraid my assistance is needed elsewhere!”

Husk: BULL-FUCKING-SHIT!

Niffty: We help you and this is how you repay us!?

Angel: You can’t do that!

Alastor merely laughed over their screaming.

Alastor had escaped without so much as moving a muscle.

Alastor had saved himself.

They looked back up at Adam, who was still charging his blast.

Unforgiving.

Sir Pretentious was away from where Adam and the others were, he was mainly sticking with his egg goons on the other side of the battlefield, trying to bring their Exorcist death numbers up.

He saw what happened to Alastor when Adam let off his first blast (Alastor… was he..?) so the smartest course of action was to stay as FAR from Adam as possible, once they defeated all the angels, they could attack the first man as a single army.

The plan he had believed to be unspokenly agreed upon…

Seemed to not be understood by others…

Because his friends were in danger.

Angel, Husk and Niffty were staring up at the mighty hand of Adam, a creation that was made in the image of God, a creation that had power that could very well RIVAL God…

ALASTOR couldn’t even defeat him and Pretentious had gotten his ass handed to him by the Radio Demon enough times to know that that meant he was no match then.

But he couldn’t just stand idly by and allow for his friends to get brutally massacred! He needed help! He needed-!

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

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whatswrongwithblue · 6 months ago

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The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 13 - Dad Beat Dad

Word count: 7,839. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: Spans the events of the episode 5, season 1. Mina gets caught in the middle of Alastor and Lucifer's game of "pretend we don't know each other." Smut at the end of the chapter just for fun. No TW's apply that haven't been seen in previous chapters.

Series Summary:

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 13 - Dad Beat Dad

Present Day

“Mmmm, I love you,” Mina said, taking an appreciative sip from her coffee mug. “Have I told you that lately? This is so much better than what Niffty makes.”

Alastor’s smile turned up a bit at one corner at her compliment.

“It would be even better if you drank it the way it’s meant to be,” he said.

They were up in his radio tower where he once again appeared to have spent most of the evening. He certainly hadn’t come to bed. Mina had come looking for him after the impromptu meeting downstairs had happened to fill him in on the upcoming events of the day. Though he seemed distracted and a bit tense, he was otherwise being pleasant and sweet with her.

Their relationship had been mostly mended since the night several weeks back when Mina realized the severity of his deal. It still hurt, knowing he had at some point – she still didn’t know if it was before or after they had met – made a deal involving his soul. And it was still incredibly frustrating how little he could tell her. But understanding that he was literally being forced to not tell her, and that he desperately wanted to, made that bitter pill much easier to swallow. To Alastor’s obvious relief, Mina could now see how much he was trying, and the reset in her determination to help him allowed them both to feel much more at ease with the situation.

They were solid again. No more fighting and name calling. The only insults being tossed around were just the result of their usual teasing banter.

“You are such a coffee snob,” she said over the rim of her mug. “It is not that sweet.”

“There is an entire tablespoon of creamer in there,” he scoffed.

“That’s not that much!” she protested, then sighed. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care, I like it this way. And you make it perfectly, so thank you.”

He wasn’t looking at her, his control panel still taking up most of his attention, so she pulled on the lapel of his jacket to direct him towards her enough so she could place a kiss to his cheek. Alastor didn’t respond much to the physical attention, but Mina caught the little hum from his throat that let her know he returned her affection.

“Anyway,” she continued, “you should probably get to a stopping point soon. Big things happening today.”

“Like what?” he asked, only half paying attention.

“You missed out on Charlie having a come apart this morning. Vaggie talked her down and now her dad is on his way.”

“What?!” He spun his entire chair around to face her now.

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Earlier that morning

Mina knocked on the door of Charlie and Vaggie’s bedroom.

A still half asleep Vaggie answered the door.

“Good morning sunshine!” Mina smiled.

“Uggghh, what do you want?” Vaggie mumbled, before realization dawned on her, and she looked back into her empty room. “Wait, where’s Charlie?”

“Downstairs,” Mina said, still smiling. “She’s gone and lost her marbles. Come see for yourself.”

Mina left her to get dressed and when Vaggie joined the others in the lobby, Charlie was still flittering about her investigation board, muttering mostly nonsense to herself.

“Think, think, think, think, think,” Mina could make out in the stream of consciousness coming from the princess.

Vaggie tried calming her down and that set Charlie’s panic off even more as she went on about the short amount of time they had left before the next extermination.

Just two months. The thought even filled Mina with dread.

She had tried, to no avail, to calm Charlie down herself earlier and failed. Mina hated extermination as much as anyone but at least they would all be safe at the hotel again. But it wasn’t enough for Charlie just to keep her closest friends from being harmed while the rest of Hell suffered. The princess needed to feel like she was doing more for all of her people. Mina admired that drive in her and had told her as much. But her words had fallen on deaf ears as Charlie continued to spiral. That was when she gave up and retrieved Vaggie.

It had been Vaggie’s idea to call Lucifer and Charlie’s idea to ask him for the meeting with Heaven. The whole thing sounded far-fetched to Mina, but she was also curious to see what came of it. Either it would work, and Charlie could stop the extermination, or it would blow up in her face. And if the latter happened, Mina could envision Charlie being pushed towards the righteous anger that her parents were known for.

Despite her desire to be free from exterminations, Mina kind of hoped for the latter. Charlie was incredibly powerful, even if the girl didn’t realize it yet. And having someone genuinely good and capable of wielding great strength on her side, sat very well with Mina.

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Present time

“Everyone is downstairs getting ready,” Mina finished after going through the details of what had transpired that morning. She finally had his attention, but she was a little put off by just how much Alastor was suddenly very interested in what she had to say.

Alastor looked pissed.

“He shouldn’t be here,” he said, standing up from his chair as he grabbed his microphone and began to pace.

Mina frowned, confused.

“Well I’m surprised he hasn’t been here already. I don’t get it. The way Charlie talks, he sounds like such a dead-beat dad but from what I’ve seen, Lucifer really loves her.”

Alastor wasn’t listening to her anymore.

“You said she invited him? Specifically asked him to come to the hotel?” he asked, coming back to stand next to her and his workspace.

“I don’t think in those words exactly but yes,” Mina said. “She told him to come see for himself what she was doing.”

Alastor leaned over his control panel, setting his cane back to the side, before resting both open hands on the smooth surface, and glared angrily out the window at the city below.

“Of course she did,” he said, with a shake of his head. “Damn it!” and slammed a fist down hard enough to dent his work bench.

Mina jumped a little at the force of it and spilled a bit of her coffee on her sleeve. She sighed, not sure where this shift in mood was coming from and not appreciating the outburst from Alastor.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” she said. “He’s a nice enough guy.”

Alastor shot up and stood straighter as if he suddenly realized something.

“You’ve never met him,” he said.

“What are you talking about?” she said, sucking on the coffee soaked patch at the end of her sleeve before a stain could set in. “He and Lilith used to visit Abaddon all the time. You and I have met him at several parties. They were at our wedding. I still have the photos- ”

“Uh uh, Mina, my dear,” Alastor said, and took her coffee cup from her and set it down. Her eyes followed the steaming cup with longing before landing back on Alastor’s. “You and I have never met the King of Hell. Understood?”

Mina lowered her hand and stared back at her husband, finally catching on.

“This has something to do with your deal, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” he answered, and their eyebrows shot up in unison, both surprised he could confirm her suspicions. Visibly relieved, Alastor continued. “Charlie cannot know that we have met.”

“But that doesn’t even make sense!” she said. “You’re one of the most, if not the most powerful Overlord in the city. And he’s Abaddon’s brother. There’s no way Charlie will believe we haven’t crossed paths before.”

“She can know he’s at least heard of us, but as far as she believes, her father is a shut-in, a depressed failure who no longer cares about anyone or anything.”

“I . . . I don’t think that’s how she seems him exactly-“

“Close enough,” he said and grabbed his microphone, beginning to pace again.

“Alastor,” Mina said, thinking out loud, “was there some kind of significance to her inviting him?”

“Hhmmm?” He turned to her, having been lost in his own thoughts again.

“You asked specifically if Charlie had invited him. Which is interesting, because I could hear at least Charlie’s end of their conversation and he seemed to agree pretty quickly to helping her once she asked him to come over.”

Alastor stopped pacing, spun his microphone, and looked at her proudly. “You’re catching on quickly.” Then he paused, and Mina could tell he was working out what to say next. She had learned to be patient in these moments as it often took him a few seconds to find which words he would be allowed to say to her. “Charlie is the key to everything. She’s a . . . loophole, if you will.”

“So, you and Lucifer have been working together on this for some time now?” she asked.

Alastor froze again and after a few seconds, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Really, I can’t say that but I can say . . .” he paused, looking up at the ceiling, the words he was trying to say clearly stuck on the tip of his tongue, “. . . oh you have got to be kidding me!” he shouted and his antlers spiked upwards for a flash of a second.

“It’s okay!” she said, walking over to him and putting her hands on each of his arms. “It’s okay, Al’. I’ll figure the rest out. Maybe,” she continued, rubbing his arms, “Lucifer’s presence will help me put more of the pieces together. But until then, I’ll play along, alright?”

He continued to glare but seemed a bit calmer. “Alright,” he finally agreed, the radio filter gone from his voice for that one singular word.

Mina let out a breath and smiled softly up at him. “What is it about fallen angels that gets under your skin so much?” she teased.

His eyes shifted and his smile broadened into the expression that Mina had come to recognize as a tell-tale sign of him thinking up mischief.

“Oh darling, believe me . . . the feeling is mutual,” his voice lowered darkly. “Let Lucifer come here today. It’ll be fun.”

___

Mina was fairly certain, that Alastor, her greatest love and the center of her world, had gone and lost his bloody damn mind.

And Lucifer wasn’t far behind.

She had followed Alastor’s lead, standing with him right by the front door as Lucifer made his entrance. Mina had found that odd. If they weren’t supposed to all know each other, then they should be trying to not be front and center and yet Alastor seemed to want the exact opposite.

It only got weirder from there.

Lucifer blew right past them, greeting Charlie and her pets, and Mina felt purposefully ignored.

She watched the whole bizarre scene unfold before her with growing apprehension. Lucifer glanced around the lobby, and almost immediately insulted Alastor’s bar.

“Adds a bit of color, don’t you think?” Alastor asked, jumping via shadow from his place beside Mina, to be more in Lucifer’s line of sight.

“And you are?” Lucifer asked.

“Alastor,” he said, using shadow once again to shift dramatically to Lucifer’s side and grabbing the man’s cane to shake it rather than his hand. “Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”

Oh no . . .

Not even Alastor was unhinged enough to insult the King of Hell to his face.

But then Lucifer, rather than gutting her husband like a fish, just looked annoyed.

“Who is this? Who is this now?” he asked directly at Charlie, then turned back to Alastor. “Are you the bellhop?”

Alastor laughed.

This was not good . . .

“Ah ha! No, I am the host of the hotel!” he proclaimed. “You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“Nope!” Lucifer yelled rather obnoxiously, making Mina frown. Alastor had specifically said they could admit to at least hearing of each other. “I guess that’s why Charlie called it the Hazbin Hotel.”

Lucifer laughed and elbowed his daughter as if sharing the joke with her and Mina’s anxiety only grew, matching the uncomfortable look on Charlie’s face.

Alastor mocked his laugh and in return said, “It was actually my idea.”

Lucifer responded with an even more obvious fake laugh. “Well, it’s not very clever!”

“Ah ha!” Alastor insanely laughed and bent over the shorter man -

Oh shit

- “Fuck you,” he spat out and Mina’s jaw dropped.

What was going on between those two?

Even during the very worst of their arguments, Alastor had only used the occasional vulgar words with her, and only when he had been at the absolute end of his wits.

Thankfully Charlie stepped in between the two men before things escalated further and Mina tip toed to the other hotel residents, unconsciously seeking safety in numbers. She made eye contact with Husk as she did so, and the other cat demon looked at stunned as she felt.

Husk also knew that Alastor and Lucifer had met before. Husk had also met Lucifer before. Mina didn’t know if Alastor had a chance to talk to Husk about keeping that knowledge from Charlie or not – he had disappeared for a while that morning to help Niffty with her clogged toilet – but either way, Husk looked as uncomfortable and confused as Mina felt. The two felines got along with each other – at best – 50% of the time but that morning, she was very grateful for his company.

A less fuzzy picture began to formulate in her mind when she watched Alastor rubbing his relationship with Charlie in Lucifer’s face.

She had known it didn’t make sense that Lucifer hadn’t been around for his daughter and now she was seeing his jealous side as Alastor enthusiastically made it clear he enjoyed his position of assisting Charlie at the hotel.

It wasn’t necessarily untrue. Mina could tell most days that Alastor actually didn’t mind playing the part of a helpful hand, if only because he enjoyed how much it got him positive attention and admiration from someone as high ranking as Charlie. But he was rarely an affectionate man when in front of others, so his proud smile and fatherly hand on Charlie’s shoulder was certainly just for show, and it clearly had the desired effect on the envious Lucifer.

Had Lucifer been forced to keep away from his only daughter?

Their King shoved past them, forcing a break in the contact between Alastor and Charlie, and walked towards the hotel residents.

“Charlie, dear,” Lucifer said, “why don’t you introduce me to your other friends?”

Suddenly aware of her tactical error, Mina tried to slide away from the group undetected while Charlie was introducing Vaggie but Alastor swooped in, popping up beside her and grabbing her by the waist.

“And this is Mina,” Charlie said happily, following Alastor’s lead. “She helped me get that tv spot I was telling you about. And she’s also-“

“My darling wife!” Alastor interrupted, pulling Mina even tighter to his side. “And how fortunate I am to have been reunited with my one true love. I simply couldn’t imagine going another day without her company.”

Mina resisted the urge to dig her elbow into his side. While his words were sweet, it was clearly just another jab at Lucifer, highlighting his current single state, and Mina did not appreciate her seven years of isolation being brought up just to get a rise out of someone else.

Instead, she put on her best smile and offered her hand, trying to apologize to Lucifer with eye contact, who looked positively disgusted.

“Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you,” she said, attempting pleasantries.

Lucifer shook her hand but didn’t return her smile. His eyes roamed judgmentally between her and Alastor and Mina tried to brush it off. “I worked for Abaddon for quite some time. They always spoke very fondly of you.”

“Funny,” he deadpanned, “they never mentioned you.”

He turned away as Charlie introduced the others and Mina glared at Alastor, blaming him for the insult she just received.

“What the fuck did I ever do to him?” she whispered to him while the others were distracted.

Alastor just smiled and shrugged, his body language clearly giving “I told you so” vibes.

Then in the middle of Niffty introducing herself, the chandelier fell from the ceiling, landing right in front of Lucifer and Alastor.

Mina never figured out which one of them did it, but she was positive it was one of their doings.

All hell broke out after that, so to speak, and Mina was just about convinced the two men were going to actually come to blows right there in the lobby. While she was confident Alastor could take on just about anyone, she was genuinely worried Lucifer was about to leave her a widow when of all fucking people, Mimzy burst through the front doors.

Husk, Niffty, and Mina all rolled their eyes at the dramatic entrance but were also relieved the tension in the room had been abruptly cut in half.

Mimzy could be a lot of fun, under the right circumstances. But most of the time when she barged in like she had, it eventually came up that she needed something. Mina respected that she was an old and dear friend of Alastor’s but honestly, it annoyed her how much Mimzy used him to get herself out of trouble. Even Husk thought the same thing and he usually didn’t give a single shit what went on in Alastor’s personal life. But as much as Alastor enjoyed being the all-intimidating Radio Demon, he also rather enjoyed getting to be the hero at times, and Mimzy often allowed him to play both roles.

“Why don’t you let the others help you settle in, and I’ll be back before you know it,” Alastor said, steering Mimzy towards the bar and the other residents as Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie began the tour. “And Mina,” he added, holding his hand out, “join us please.”

She had settled in at the bar next to Angel Dust and glared at her husband’s offered hand. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding, and she didn’t like it.

“I’m good,” she replied cooly.

“Don’t be silly, darling!” he said, and grabbed her hand, yanking her from her bar stool. “You were helping run this hotel long before I showed up. Where I go, you go. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

She wished.

Mina did not want to spend the rest of the day being paraded around like a trophy wife. Especially just to piss of Lucifer. If anything, she had more sympathy for him than she did Alastor. Lucifer knew what it was like to be the one left behind and kept in the dark. Alastor did not. It seemed cruel to rub salt in those still fresh wounds of his.

The only reason she agreed was the voice in the back of her head telling her that Lucifer may have some of the answers she did not. So, she gritted her teeth through her smile, squeezed Alastor’s hand a little harder than she should have, and agreed to follow him.

“After you, my dear,” she said, mirroring his words with an icy stare.

He ignored her tone and with his cane held in one hand behind him, and his other hand pressed to the small of her back, he guided her towards the smaller group headed for the stairs.

Thankfully, it did seem as though Alastor was going to carry himself with a little more dignity for the rest of the day, as they followed Lucifer in silence, allowing Charlie to take charge of the tour. Though he kept a hand on Mina possessively the whole time, he and the angel had stopped slinging insults and instead, listened intently to Charlie’s ramblings.

When Husk joined them and asked to talk to Alastor, Mina stopped with him, watching Lucifer disappear down the hallway, feeling all potential opportunities slipping away. But with a knowing nod from Alastor, his hand left her back, and she left the two Sinners to their conversation and jogged back to the others to catch up.

___

“And we’ve almost been able to find all of Angel’s drug stashes,” Vaggie said, then gave a pointed glare at Mina. “Almost.”

Mina returned the glare, not about to apologize for helping Angel hide a few things around the hotel. Weed was no worse than booze and the little teetotaler could get over herself.

Charlie missed the silent disagreement happening between the two other women.

“Sooooo, once that’s out of the way, it should be much smoother sailing.”

“Well that certainly is uh, is-is something,” Lucifer floundered, looking around the view from the balcony.

“So,” Charlie gave a small nervous laugh, “what do you think?”

“About what?”

“The hotel!”

“Oh! Yes, it- it does . . . look much better now. Doesn’t it?” he chuckled. “You know, but I’m thinking this railing needs work, one good push and you’d go right over the edge! Whoopie! Bye-bye!”

Mina stood by the doorway and raised an eyebrow. The way Lucifer was avoiding talking about the hotel was reminding her far too much of how Alastor had gaslit her questions when he had first returned.

“What?! No, the plan, Dad,” Charlie growled. “What do you think about using the hotel to help Sinners?”

Lucifer’s entire body language changed when it was clear he couldn’t dodge her anymore and he looked much more resigned.

He gave a long, thoughtful sigh before beginning.

“Alright, look. I love that you want to see the best in people but these Sinners, you know, they’re just the worst. I don’t know how much you can realistically expect from them. And Heaven,” he laughed bitterly, “Heaven is not exactly as carefree as you might think. Yeah, they have rules. Lots of rules, and they aren’t very openminded, as you’d hope.”

For the first time since joining the hotel, Mina felt real pity for Charlie. It was not easy having someone you cared for and looked up to, constantly dismissing your dreams that way. Though Mina could see layers to the conversation that Charlie couldn’t yet; suspected that for whatever reason, Lucifer was having to avoid being involved in her life and the hotel, Mina could understand now why Charlie thought so little of her father.

Charlie loved her father; she just couldn’t see that he loved her in return, and that reminded Mina far too much of her own youth.

“These are our people! Dad, I – I . . . I have to try.”

Mina and Vaggie shared another look. Something in Vaggie’s expression told Mina she was reading the conversation between father and daughter with the same understanding. Mina didn’t know Vaggie’s background, but there was a kind of knowing in her eyes that made Mina question for the first time, what had brought the little demon to Charlie’s doorstep.

“Our ‘people’, Charlie? Are AWFUL! They got gifted free will and look what they did with it! Everything’s terrible!”

Mina rolled her eyes. Besides the similarities in their physical appearance, she could suddenly see why Abaddon and Lucifer were such close siblings. Get Abaddon drunk enough, and they were certain to go on the same rant.

“I just don’t want you to put yourself on the line for people like that-“

Lucifer was interrupted as something hit the side of the hotel, rocking the building at its foundation, and throwing them all into the railing. Which held up just fine with the weight of all four of them, despite Lucifer’s previous statements.

“What now?!” Vaggie yelled.

“-well, like that,” Lucifer finished his sentence, pointing down to the crowd of loan sharks trying to break down the hotel doors with a battering ram and yelling for Mimzy.

“Of course,” Mina sighed. Mimzy had done an even more piss poor job of covering up her tracks this time than she usually did.

“You know these guys?!” Vaggie yelled at her.

“No, but I know why they’re here,” Mina said and jumped over the railing.

She landed hard on the ground several stories below, on all four massive paws, having morphed midair.

The loan sharks paused for a second, staring at the tiger sized black and spotted monstrosity before them. Mina’s black eyes narrowed on the leader, her hackles raised, and extended her claws until they dug into the concrete below her.

“Maggots,” she growled and then lunged.

Gun fire erupted all around her and though she wasn’t faster than a bullet, she was more agile and graceful than the buffoons wielding the weapons. She landed on the first shark, caving in his chest with her crushing weight, and swallowed his head whole, before leaping through the air to dodge the onslaught of bullets from the others.

She noticed the group of them that was using a catapult to launch flaming explosives at the hotel and flinched as one finally hit its mark, breaking through the hotel’s windows, and bringing destruction to the lobby. Mina tried to get to them but had to duck for cover as a torrent of bullets rained down on her from several tommy guns at once. She managed to take out two more sharks before she was well and truly pinned down, unable to move unless she wanted to experience getting shot again.

She needed backup.

As if she summoned him by thought, large black tentacles came shooting out from the hotel, impaling sharks as it went and slamming down on the catapult. Alastor came crawling out of the front doors, growing larger in size with every step, his antlers spreading out until they were nearly as wide as the hotel itself.

“I am going to devour each and every one of you!”

Mina’s demonic leopard jaws widened into an unnatural smile, exposing every one of her serrated teeth, already dripping with blood. She watched with glee as several sharks sprinted away, only to be ripped to shreds by the horror that was Alastor in his most powerful form.

God, she really did love that man.

Mina grabbed the nearest shark to her, her jaw clamping down and sending teeth into the fat body, puncturing intestines and spine as they went, before she flung her head and tossed the limp body through the air. Alastor caught the demon mid flip with his gigantic hand, smiled down at Mina, and the shark disappeared into his mouth with a large resounding crunch.

When was the last time they had fun like this? Must have been the early 2000’s. Had it really been almost twenty years? No wonder it felt like they had been missing a certain spark to their love life.

“Oh, I have missed getting to let off steam,” Alastor said, throwing Mina a wink as they both returned to their normal forms once the carnage was finished.

Rather than joining him, Mina passed Mimzy as the shorter woman sashayed up to her husband, and Mina leaned against a pillar at the front of the hotel. She folded her arms, her tail swishing expectantly behind her, and she made pointed eye contact with Alastor, letting him know it was his job to finish cleaning up this mess that Mimzy had brought with her.

“Oh, Alastor, what a fantastic show!” Mimzy said, applauding. “Bravo, as always. Thanks for helping little ol’ me out of a tough spot. You’re always such a pal.”

Mina heard a creak and stepped back just in time for a piece of the hotel to come crashing down right where she had been standing.

“Ooops,” Mimzy said, and at least had the decency to look ashamed as she looked at Mina’s glaring form. “Sorry about the mess, but I’m sure the lil’ bug can take care of it for ya.”

Oh, she was not talking about their Niffty that way.

Mina held back the growl in her chest but only because Alastor had caught her eye. He looked right at Mina as he addressed his old friend.

“I think you should go Mimzy. Now.”

“Oh pff, Alastor, you’re such a kidder you,” Mimzy said, turning her attention back on him. “You are so funny!”

“I mean it,” he snapped. “You deliberately brought danger to this place, just to have us clean up your mess. I can’t have that here.”

“But you love taking care of me!” she teased. “What?!” she glanced between him and Mina and Mina cocked an eyebrow at her, making the flapper suddenly become a little nervous, so she turned her attention fully back on Alastor. “You don’t actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? Come on. I know you. You heartless, son of a bitch.”

Mina almost laughed. Mimzy knew him so well? Yet she was risking life and limb by poking him in the chest when he was visibly irate.

Alastor grabbed her by the finger and pried her hand away, giving clear signals not to touch him.

“You are welcome if you actually want to give redemption a shot, but I think we both know that’s not really your style.” He bopped her on the nose as he strode past her, one final display of putting her in her place, before he joined Mina by the front doors. “So, you need to leave.”

“Fine! Who needs ya?!” Mimzy shouted defensively. “Have fun with your little princess and your little hotel. See if I care.” She flipped them the bird as she walked away.

Mina sighed with relief as the other woman left and put her arm through Alastor’s as he stood with his hands folded over his microphone topped cane. Maybe it was just her territorial nature, but she got satisfaction in showing off that she could touch him in that moment after he had just made the point of not letting someone else.

Despite her annoyance at his earlier behavior, she was really proud of him for how he had handled Mimzy. His angered expression softened when he glanced over at her, and they shared a silent moment of appreciation for each other, before returning to the hotel lobby.

___

Later that evening

Mina stood on the other side of the door to Alastor’s radio tower, listening in on the raised voices coming from within.

She had just missed whatever had been said that got Lucifer shouting, as she had only approached the doorway a few seconds prior, but she had stopped short and pressed her ears to the wood when she recognized the King’s voice.

“-STICKING YOUR NOSE WHERE IT DOESN’T BELONG!”

“I AM RIGHT WHERE I’M SUPPOSE TO BE, NO THANKS TO YOU!”

“GROOMING MY DAUGHTER WAS NOT PART OF THE DEAL!”

“OH FUCK OFF!”

“YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU?!”

“Don’t be so petulant,” Alastor hissed, finally lowering his voice, but with no less venom in his tone. Mina had to strain her ears harder to make out the rest. “Besides, I hardly have to do a thing to turn her against you. Other than being present, that is.”

“I swear on my life, demon, if you are trying to influence her in anyway, if what you’re doing here is anything less than protecting her, I’ll end you.”

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare,” Alastor said and then laughed.

“Oh, ha ha,” she heard Lucifer’s now recognizable mock laughter. “You think you’re untouchable because of who’s at the other end of that chain of yours? I should decorate your little station here with your guts and make that cute little wife of yours help you untangle the mess.”

That’s when Mina decided she had heard enough and flung the door open. She had seen what Abaddon could do; she did not want to find out what kind of torture the actual King of Hell could dish out.

Both men where chest to chest, seething with rage, but when their eyes landed on her, they looked like they had been caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

Lucifer stepped away first, scowling at the two of them.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Not enough,” she said, “but if you don’t want eavesdroppers, maybe you shouldn’t be shouting at one another.”

“This-“ Lucifer said, pointing his apple topped cane at her, but looking at Alastor. “This is exactly what you were supposed to be avoiding.”

“She’s my wife,” Alastor said as if that explained everything.

“God you are so. Fucking. SELFISH!” Lucifer shouted, momentarily clutching the sides of his head in exasperation. “My fucking QUEEN isn’t even here because of this whole shit storm parade and you think she’s special enough to get a pass?!”

“She is standing right here,” Mina said, folding her arms. She felt her tail swishing back and forth rapidly behind her, giving away just how insulted she was at this behavior. Lucifer had always been nice to her before, if only a little distant. “And she wants answers. Do you have stitches in place keeping you silent or are you actually able to communicate?”

Lucifer looked over at her, and for a moment she thought she could read a flash of sympathy in his eyes. Then he sighed and his shoulders dropped, and Mina knew she would get no further answers that night.

“Yeah, I’m not doing this,” he said and stepped backwards through a portal and was gone.

Mina stared at the spot where he had disappeared for a moment, then looked over at Alastor, who was studying her.

“So,” he began, “feeling enlightened yet?”

“Other than now I know you’re halfway to suicidal by making enemies with the King of Hell? No, not really.”

Alastor gave a dismissive wave of his hand.

“We’re not enemies, you just caught him on a bad day.”

“He threatened to gut you! And he can, by the way. I know you don’t like to hear this, but he is much more powerful than you, love.”

“And there are beings involved in this that are more powerful than he,” Alastor countered. “Trust me, darling, despite what you just heard, Lucifer and I are . . . working things out. By the way,” he began after another pause, “you haven’t said anything to anyone about my current state of affairs, have you?”

Mina frowned, unsure where that train of thought had come from. “No, not a word.”

“Not even to Husker?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Why would I talk to him about that? We can hardly stand each other.”

Alastor nodded. “Okay, then.”

“Why? Did he say something?”

“He might have but he won’t from now on.”

Mina could only imagine the fright Alastor must have given the former Overlord if he had dared to try and push that button. However, she wasn’t about to point it out then and there, but Alastor and Lucifer had not been very subtle that day, and anyone who knew even the slightest bit of their history would have been able to read between the lines.

That made her think again about the heated debate she had just walked in on.

“Am I . . .” Mina paused, unsure if she really wanted the answer to her next question. “Am I really making things worse by being here? Should I . . . go?”

Alastor strode over to her side.

“Do you want to?” he asked, looking seriously down at her.

“No,” she quickly answered, reaching for his hands. “No, not at all. I just got you back. But I will if it’ll be better for you. I can handle it, being apart I mean, if it’ll mean we can return to some sense of normalcy sooner.”

Alastor pulled her into him, and she returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.

“I want you here, plain and simple,” he said, resting his chin on her head between her ears. “If anyone else doesn’t like it, that’s their problem, not ours.”

Mina relaxed then, knowing her place by his side was safe for the time being. There was still so much to uncover, and she had a feeling this meeting with Heaven that Charlie was going to would likely only make things messier, but there was nothing to be done for it all right then and there.

And Alastor, though he was often uncomfortable with touch after something as tense as the argument he had just had with Lucifer, had initiated their hug. He was still holding her firmly to him, keeping her as close to him as possible, so Mina knew he was not touch-adverse in that moment.

Images from earlier that day, of him utterly eviscerating that group of loan shark demons with her, played over again in her mind. She let her hands wander down his back until she found the bottom edge of his jacket, before slipping underneath and trailing back up, so she could feel his taught back muscles through his shirt.

“You sure we’re alone now?” she whispered.

She didn’t see how, but the door shut closed behind her, and she heard a lock slide into place.

“Positive,” he replied.

“Hmmm,” she sighed, rubbing her face into his neck, letting his bow tie tickle her cheek. “You looked so good today. I miss seeing you like that. So . . . scary,” she let her hands slide around his side, still underneath his jacket, and caressed his chest. “So strong and powerful,” she sucked on the tiny sliver of skin above his collar, just below his jaw line, and let her nails lightly dig into his abdomen as she lowered her hands. “So . . . big,” one hand came lower, cupping him over the fabric of his pants, feeling him already half hard beneath her caress.

Alastor gave a low chuckle at her ridiculous word play before capturing her lips with his own.

“Maybe I should make more enemies then,” he teased, “if this is the treatment I get.”

“As long as I get to watch,” she replied, still slow stroking him, “and you come home to me in one piece.”

“Deal,” he said, his voice low and sinister, and kissed her again.

She was feeling that old spark again, a coil deep down inside of her burning red hot at the thrill of being with him. Of getting to witness the sheer strength and power that Alastor commanded, of being able to work in tandem with the raw force of nature that was her husband. Her mind flashed with images of their victims being crushed, her mouth watering at the memory of their blood pouring down her throat, and of Alastor’s wicked laughter as they laid waste to the threat against the hotel.

Alastor was backing her up until the edge of his control station was digging into her lower back, his hands holding her head firmly in place as his tongue danced across hers. She had his belt buckle undone and zipper down as they crossed the room together and by the time he was pinning her between his body and the counter, Mina had him in hand. His cock was heavy and warm in her palm, the skin silky soft and practically pulsing at her touch.

He was just as ready and wanting of this as she was, his desire for her evident in the desperate way he had her caged to him. Alastor pushed her skirts up, hooking his fingers around the top of her panties and dragging them down her legs, only giving her enough space to step out of them before his fingers were on her. He moaned in appreciation against her mouth when he found her already wet and slick for him. His fingers slid easily through her folds and two long digits curled their way into the depths of her cunt, pumping her quickly with very little need for build-up.

Mina pulled away, forcing his fingers to slip out of her and she felt his body try and follow hers as she jumped up onto the desk and spread her legs for him.

There was a non-verbal question in his gaze, asking her if she was ready for more, and she reached her hands behind his neck and pulled him to her, capturing his mouth in another heated kiss. It was all the answer he needed before he pushed his trousers and underwear down until they were pooled at his ankles, and he took his cock in his hand, and in one thrust used it to fill her pussy to the brim.

They gasped for breath as they came together, breaking their kiss for just a moment to appreciate the perfect feeling of their bodies joined, before Alastor leaned in closer, guiding Mina until her back was flush with the panel beneath her, and reclaimed her mouth as he began to rock his hips against hers.

There were all kinds of buttons and knobs digging into her but Mina paid them no mind. With his lips between her teeth and his cock so full inside of her, pumping her in a sweet, delicious rhythm, there was nothing else in the world her mind could latch onto besides Alastor.

He held her beneath her thighs as he fucked her, his hands occasionally reaching up to grab handfuls of her ass before dragging his nails down the backs of her legs, making her whine out loud every time. It was a sensation just shy of pain, teasing the extra sensitive areas with the thrilling danger of his claws but never delivering the flood of pleasure that would come from him suddenly digging them into her flesh.

Her skin felt like it was on fire and her nipples ached for the touch of his hand or the bite of his teeth. There were so many layers of clothes between them, and every thrust of his cock inside her made his torso rub against her own, highlighting the boundaries that kept their skin from touching. It was wonderous torture, being so close to him and not having enough of him.

Alastor reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and began working the swollen nub with clumsy, fast circles. He was close, his face now buried in her neck, the sides of one of his extended antlers rubbing against the tips of her ears.

She reached a hand up and grabbed hold of one of the many prongs coming off his antlers, letting her mind wander to all the times she had seen him in his many varieties of demonic forms. Alastor’s body shifted above hers, growing slightly longer, and she felt him move his head away from her throat. When she opened her eyes, black radio dials were boring down on her, his smile unnaturally wide. He was the very image of Hell itself, a terrifying demon capable of ripping apart her soul and making her suffer for eternity. And he was using that power to fuck her senseless, knowing just how much he was turning her on by showing her this side of himself. The memories of more debauched, violent, and carnal sex they had indulged each other with in the past coming to mind as he pounded into her smaller frame, rocking into her with an aggression he rarely showed her.

Mina threw her head back as she came, crying out Alastor’s name as her walls clenched around his cock, his fingers working her through her orgasm until her body stopped spasming beneath his.

Once she was spent, his hand returned to her thigh and he pressed his forehead against hers. She kept her hand wrapped around the spine of his antler and his claws finally dug into her flesh, leaving five shallow and red indents on either ass cheek, as he found his own completion. He continued to thrust as he came, pumping her full of his cum, her tight cunt unable to take much with how intensely his larger form filled her up and stretched her to her limits. It spilled out of her, overflowing onto the desk beneath her that was already wet and messy from her body’s arousal.

Alastor shrank down to his normal size, breathing hard through his nose as he peppered her face and mouth with tender kisses. She returned his affections as he softened inside her, wrapping her arms and legs around his body and holding him in a loving embrace.

When he pulled away and began fixing the state of his clothes, Mina noticed how heavy his eyelids were, how slowly each blink was, and the lazy way he was re-doing the zipper and buckle of his trousers. On top of the long day they had - between the stress of Lucifer’s presence, to the fight with the loan sharks, and having to do hours of repairs to the hotel afterwards - Alastor hadn’t slept that night or the night before, unless he had snuck in a quick nap or two in his tower when she wasn’t around.

She sighed, feeling decades worth of frustration with him and his damn near pathological desire to not take care of his own basic needs. It had taken a lot of work, but she had gotten him to improve over the years but then he had disappeared, and now that he was back, it was worse than ever.

Mina hopped off the counter, feeling the stickiness between her legs, and covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned. She was exhausted herself and used it as lure to entice Alastor back to their bedroom.

He smirked at her, and she was sure there was a teasing quip on the edge of his lips, but she interrupted it before it began.

“I could really use a long hot bath and sleep after all that. Would you like to join me?”

He sighed, looking around the room.

“As wonderful as your company is, ma cher, I have an abundance of work to see to. Especially since the events of today really put a damper on what I had planned.”

She laced her arms under his and around his back, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Please?”

She didn’t whine or beg, knowing that would just annoy him, so she simply whispered the singular word and let her body language say the rest.

He sighed again, more dramatic this time, his shoulders rising with the effort of it and rolled his eyes, his entire head following the movement.

“I suppose,” he agreed, and cupped her face in his hands before smiling sweetly at her and kissing her nose. “You are just too cute to deny you a thing, my dear.”

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