#alastor/st.peter

[fanficsfreeideas]

"Heavenly Harem Hassles"

alastorshippermonth day 17 unwanted harem - ship Adam/St.Peter/Emily/Alastor

The day Alastor was redeemed and brought to Heaven was the most unexpected and, he’d soon discover, the most perplexing day of his afterlife. Gone was the Radio Demon; in his place was a newly minted angel of nature, complete with a gentle aura and vines that curled delicately around his antlers. His red suit was replaced with a shimmering robe of light green and gold, and his once sinister smile had softened into something that made the other angels swoon.

At first, Alastor was annoyed. A nature angel? His pride stung at the idea of being the celestial gardener or something equally mundane. But he quickly settled into his role, finding peace among the heavenly gardens, marveling at their beauty. And for a short time, he was left alone, happy to tend to plants and enjoy the tranquility. But tranquility was short-lived in Heaven.

It started small. He noticed one of the angels, Emily, standing behind a tree watching him, her face with a hint of yellow every time he looked her way. Soon after, Adam showed up, lingering just a bit too long whenever he passed by. Then St. Peter, with a shy smile, began appearing with little gifts—a handcrafted bracelet, a wooden comb, and a small wreath of lilies. And all of them had the same look in their eyes, a look Alastor was quite familiar with…

“What’s going on?” he muttered to himself one morning, looking over his shoulder to find half a dozen angels pretending not to stare at him from a distance. It became even more obvious when one of Lucifer’s brothers, Raphael, approached him in the garden, a little flushed but managing a confident smile. “Alastor,” he said, his voice soft, “would you… perhaps like to join me for dinner tonight?”

Before Alastor could respond, Emily appeared out of nowhere, shooting Raphael a fierce glare as she marched over to Alastor’s side. “I was just about to ask him the same thing, actually,” she said, her voice almost a growl. Alastor raised an eyebrow, looking between them in confusion. “I… I’m flattered, really, but—”

“Oh, Alastor, don’t let them pester you.” St. Peter showed up, a frown on his face as he gently pushed Raphael and Emily aside, crossing his arms in a surprisingly possessive stance. “Surely, you’d rather spend time with someone who can show you around Heaven properly.” The scene quickly escalated. Adam, sensing the tension, moved to Alastor’s other side, smiling confidently as he took Alastor’s hand. “Ignore them,” he said with a wink. “You want to go with me, don’t you, Alastor?”

Alastor’s head was spinning. He looked from one angel to the other, all of whom seemed to be glaring daggers at each other. This was not what he had expected redemption to feel like. He’d gone from being feared to... being the subject of a celestial tug-of-war. “Excuse me,” he said, clearing his throat. “What exactly is going on here?”

But his question went unanswered as Emily yanked him by the arm, pulling him away from the others. “He’s more comfortable with me!” she declared, her eyes blazing. “He needs someone gentle, someone who can appreciate his sensitive side.” “Sensitive side?” Adam scoffed, grabbing Alastor’s other arm and tugging him back. “Please! Alastor wants someone who can show him a good time, not another flower crown!” “Oh, is that so?” St. Peter growled, pushing himself between the two of them and grabbing Alastor’s wrist possessively. “I think Alastor deserves someone who respects him for his inner strength!”

In a matter of moments, Alastor found himself being pulled in every direction, each angel vying for his attention. It was like a battlefield of affection, each angel trying to outshine the others. Raphael had even drawn his sword, declaring dramatically that only he was worthy of Alastor’s love. Finally, Alastor had had enough. With a deep sigh, he yanked his arms free and raised his hands. “Alright! Enough!” His voice boomed, the tone carrying a surprising weight. The angels immediately fell silent, looking at him with wide, adoring eyes.

He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s… just be friends, alright?” “No!” they chorused, all looking aghast.

Alastor sighed heavily. He missed the days when people feared him. Now he was... cute? Endearing? The very idea was mind-boggling. But their faces were filled with such determination, and he could already feel them gearing up for another round of competition. “Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes. “How about this? I’ll marry all of you if it means I can have even a moment’s peace!”

The angels glanced at each other, stunned by his declaration. For a moment, a silent understanding seemed to pass between them, and then they all nodded in agreement. Alastor’s shoulders relaxed, but just as he turned to leave, muttering something about needing a breather, Adam stepped forward with a smirk. “Ah, ah, ah. Alastor, if you meant it, you’ll shake on it!” Before he could react, Adam grabbed his hand, and, on his other side, Emily quickly took his wrist, grinning victoriously. St. Peter, not to be outdone, managed to clasp his hand as well, sealing the “deal.” Alastor blinked, bewildered, as he realized he’d just been cornered.

Raphael, seeing the others’ triumph, stomped away, sulking as they muttered curses under their breath. Raphael had lost Alastor, and Emily, Adam, and St. Peter looked at each other with satisfied smirks, each knowing they’d won this unusual battle. Alastor, meanwhile, stared down at his hands and then at the trio. He wanted to scream, laugh, or maybe even throw himself into the nearest cloud and disappear. Instead, he let out a resigned sigh, shaking his head with a reluctant smile.

“So this is redemption, then?” he asked, mostly to himself. Emily beamed up at him, her eyes twinkling. “And now you’re ours, Alastor.” Adam chuckled, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Yup. Get used to it, Bambi.”

St. Peter simply smiled, a soft look of contentment in his eyes as he took Alastor’s other hand. Alastor groaned, but he couldn’t help the faint blush that crept onto his face. Perhaps, he thought, he could learn to live with this strange, unexpected outcome—if it meant he could finally have some peace.

[finn-theshark]

Hazbin hotel favorite music genre/Type headcannons!

Vaggie: vocaloid

Charlie: K-pop

Alastor: Jazz. Just jazz (he refuses to listen to anything else and will hold his hands over his ears like a little kid)

Husker: country music

Angeldust: Love songs<3

Nifty: Hyper-pop (she loves Jack stauber especially)

Lute,Emily,Sara: Classical music

St.Peter: Gay music (/J lol but I think probably Chill lofi music)

Adam: Rock’in roll!!!

Valentino: Anything like CPR , WAP, or Squidwards nose

Vox: music a 12 yr old would listen to

Velvette: Vocaloid, K-pop, And hyper-pop

Part 2?

+look at this, she definitely likes jack stauber idc what anyone says

[celiafufflie]

OC that I made which was heavily inspired from @jazjelspen's platonic x reader fic "My Angel Baby" cause I love it a lot! if u haven't read it give it a it's soo good!!;;

ok idk more info abt her again below the cut ((it might be long)):

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After being killed by the one person who she admired, respected, and loved the most, Elise spent her first few years in Heaven feeling miserable as she felt like everything that she'd experienced and lived through with her beloved father was all a lie. It was depressing.

Of course she wouldn't show her pitiful state with the others, why would she? They're in heaven, it should be the happiest place anyone could possibly be in! No need to be a bother.

Emily, being the seraphim who's job is to bring joy to all of heaven, saw through Elise's front. 

Having dealt with some poor mortal souls similar to her before, Emily zeroes in on Elise and does her best to keep her from being left on her own thoughts, always including Elise to anything she thinks she would like and find fun. (Elise initially didn’t want to, though she also couldn’t say no. Emily was so sweet and kind, and that makes her guilty.)

It somewhat helped as Elise’s focus shifted on Emily’s efforts, something that she’ll eventually grow fond of. This kept up until they became best friends! …somehow.

Elise seeing what Emily does daily as a Seraphim? Very admirable. But also Elise decided that she wanted to help Emily with bringing happiness and peace to others, making them both always together almost everyday.

It was taxing, but knowing that Emily does this all on her own, Elise would keep on helping her as Emily has helped her before. Plus, doing this with Emily helped her meet interesting people! Like St.Peter! Or maybe Ruth– or Troy! (the guy who dutifully keeps heaven’s dog park clean, bless you Troy)

Or… Adam? He leaves a lot to be desired.

She also met this really pretty, and sweet, older woman that kind of makes her feel somewhat nostalgic. Elise likes her a lot, and the woman also seems to feel likewise! She’d often invite the younger girl over for tea and such, something she’s always happy to attend to. Unfortunately it was an occasional thing as she’d dedicated herself to assisting Emily with her duties.

That was how her (after)life went by as decades passed in Heaven.

Though… Elise sometimes still thinks of him, her father. He’s down in hell, damned for eternity for all the sins and deceit that he’s committed. Deserving for Alastor, fitting for the monster that he truly was.

They both will never meet ever again, and she strongly believed in that.

…

Oh…

How much she misses her beloved father.

[fivepandanights]

favorite Adam ship?

[retropineapple]

So I have been very fixated with Hazbin Hotel and not only have I made A LOT of fanart,but I'm also making two different AU's. I'm going to talk about my AU's a bit in this post and will do a separate one featuring my fanart.

AU #1: Fallen AU

This Au focuses heavily on Adam and is based on the question:"What if Sera never approved the exterminations?" In this AU not only does the exterminations never happen,but Adam gets kicked out of heaven for suggesting the exterminations. So he ends up in hell and eventually becomes an overlord. I'm not 100% sure what motivation Lilith will have for no longer rallying the sinners against heaven, but she'll still stop. In this AU I'm making it to where the exterminators were made in Heaven so Lute and Vaggie don't exist in this AU. Then, because of their being no exterminations the Hotel exists simply because Charlie sees the good in many sinners and believes they can be redeemed.

These are the drawings I've made of Adam's (current) design. Ignore the unfinished one lol

AU #2: Swap AU

If you aren't familiar with Swap AU's they consist of characters swap roles (and typically personalities as well) with another character. This is how I'm planning on swapping characters (and hopefully I won't change anything again):

•Charlie and Vaggie

•Alastor and Rosie

•Angel Dust and Velvette

•Husk and Vox

•Nifty and Valentino

•Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb

•Lilith and Lucifer

•Adam and Lute

•Sera and Emily

•Carmilla Carmine and Zestial

•Mimzy and Susan

•Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench

Originally I was going to swap Adam and Eve,then as a joke and lack of options,I was going to swap Lute and St.Peter (☠️😂). Since I am no longer doing this,as "compensation"(/because I don't just want to leave him the way he is) and for fun I'm going to be tweaking St.Peter's design.

And here's the designs I've made so far for the AU:

Feel free to ask questions about my AU (infact I encourage it, I'd love to talk more about my AU's and Hazbin Hotel in general)

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

You know what I am going to draw the redesign of next?

•Sir pentious

•Alastor

•Cherribomb

•Husk

•Lilith

•Charlie

•Vaggie or change her to Maggie

•Velvette

•Vox

•Valentino

•Lute

•Adam

•Crymini

•Rosie

•Baxter

•Arackniss

•St.Peter

•Carmilla Carmine

•Zestial

Maybe I should redesign the seraphims Emily and Sera

[voodoodaaddy]

Any ships you have other then Radioapple?

//NOT too many. I'm pretty selective with shipping, even with other Lucifers I can be selective. There has to be some kind of chemistry for it to work for me. I've shipped Lilith/Alastor for example BUT will only ever be with one Lilith mun that I'm close with and I don't think I'll ever be open to any other Liliths here. Lilith/Lucifer/Alastor where they are in a polyship.

I've shipped Angel/Alastor and Angel/Alastor/Lucifer

I've shipped Alastor/Alastor

Apparently possibly St.Peter/Alastor but this is CRACK but still funny to explore lol

Yeah not too many ships honestly.

[fanficsfreeideas]

Sacrifice and Redemption

Alastorshippermonth day 18 sacrifice / devotion - ship Adam/St.Peter/Alastor

The last thing Alastor remembered was the crackling static of his radio voice merging with the deafening chaos of exorcists descending upon the Hotel. Their weapons gleamed with the divine light of eradication, tearing through the hotel and its inhabitants with ruthless efficiency.

The building crumbled around them, each blast reverberating in his bones. He’d heard Charlie scream for him to stop and saw how Vaggie’s grip on her arm held her back from rushing into certain death. He had acted on a whim—a rare moment of selflessness—as he unleashed every ounce of his power to halt the onslaught. And then... nothing. Darkness.

Now, as his eyes fluttered open, the warm, golden glow surrounding him was a jarring contrast to the cold finality of his last memory. His breath hitched as he realized he wasn’t alone. Two figures sat beside him, their warmth noticeable, their presence grounding yet foreign. He stirred, the soft sound of a bleat escaping his lips—a sound so alien that it startled him.

Laughter followed, melodic and bright. Peter’s turquoise eyes sparkled with mirth as his slender fingers traced soothing circles over Alastor’s back. “Oh, Bambi,” he teased, his voice as light as a hymn. “You’re awake. We were so worried.”

On his other side sat Adam—the first man, the same being who had led the exorcist charge that had torn through the hotel. Adam’s golden gaze was heavy with an intensity that pinned Alastor in place. It wasn’t cruelty, though. It was... something else. Something unsettlingly tender. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor’s forehead, the gesture leaving him reeling.

“Shh,” Adam murmured, his voice steady and soothing. “You were hurt, but we saved you.” Alastor frowned, his thoughts sluggish and scattered. His voice, softer and quieter than he remembered, rasped out, “Saved me? From you?” Adam’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Yes,” he said simply, tilting Alastor’s chin up to meet his eyes. “You sacrificed yourself. For them. For those sinners.”

“You surprised us,” Peter added, his tone quieter now. His fingers brushed through Alastor’s newly blue-and-white curls; as if the touch alone could convey his emotions. “It was a selfless act. Heaven... wasn’t sure what to make of it. A sinner doing something so pure? It defied everything we understood.”

Alastor’s lips quirked in an attempt at a smirk, but it faltered. “I died,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?” “You were fading,” Peter confirmed, his voice tinged with sorrow. “Your soul was slipping away. And it wasn’t just death, Bambi. Someone—something—was trying to claim you.”

“Hell doesn’t give up its sinners, it seems,” Adam said darkly. “But we didn’t let that happen.” The weight of Adam’s words sank into Alastor, and his sharp instincts began to buzz. “And what, pray tell, did it cost to ‘save’ me?” he asked, his tone carrying the faintest edge of his old sass.

Peter’s serene smile didn’t waver. “Our blood,” he said softly, as though the answer should have been obvious. “A piece of ourselves, given to you. It severed Hell’s claim and anchored you here.” Alastor’s eyes widened, his mind spinning. “Your blood? My soul—”

“Your soul remains your own,” Adam interrupted firmly, his golden eyes gleaming. “We didn’t take it. What we gave you was a chance.” “And a bond,” Peter added, his voice as light as a breeze. “Among angels, sharing blood is a sacred act. A vow. A union.” His smile turned playful. “Congratulations, Bambi. You’re married.”

“Married?!” Alastor repeated, his voice finally regaining some of its sharpness. “To you two?” Adam chuckled, the sound was rich and resonant. “Yes. To us.” “We thought you might be more pleased about it,” Peter teased, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to Alastor’s cheek. “You’re a winner now, Bambi. Heaven choose you.”

Alastor’s breath hitched. A winner. The word hung heavy in the air, as foreign as it was enticing. His instincts screamed at him to resist, to reject their devotion, but there was something disarming about the way Peter’s hand lingered against his temple, the way Adam’s arms surrounded him like an unyielding fortress. “And the hotel?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now.

“Gone,” Adam said without hesitation. There was no cruelty in his tone, only an unshakable certainty. “Charlie’s experiment was naive at best. Her faith in redemption...” He trailed off with a sigh. “You’re proof it’s possible, but it requires sacrifice. Sinners aren’t capable of that.” “You were,” Peter murmured, his fingers brushing against Alastor’s cheek. “That’s why you’re here. Why you’re free.”

“Free?” Alastor repeated, testing the word. Peter’s hand settled against his shoulder. “Free from Hell. Free from pain. Free to stay here. With us.”

Adam pulled Alastor closer, cradling him in his lap with an ease that made Alastor’s stomach twist in unfamiliar ways. “You’ll be safe,” Adam promised, his voice low and firm. “No sinner will ever harm you. No one will take you.” Peter, not content to be left out, nestled into Alastor’s side, his arms winding around him in a gentle embrace. “And you’ll never have to be alone,” he added softly.

Alastor’s instincts that had kept him alive for so long, dulled under their combined warmth. His thoughts churned with uncertainty, with questions he didn’t know how to voice. And yet, somewhere in the haze of his confusion, a small part of him began to relax, to lean into the comfort they offered. Perhaps, he thought as he let his head rest against Adam’s chest, this was redemption after all.

[voodoodaaddy]

“Wait, so you’re St. Peter. THE St.Peter? You’re the one that decides who goes to heaven, based on that book of yours?” Alastor had never been a religious man when he was alive, but he knew some things about certain people from the bible. “Why are you in my radio tower of all places? Was no one able to greet you at the lobby?”

When the angel raised his hand as if he were about to touch him, Alastor became on edge. He didn’t trust many angels. Especially ones fresh out of Heaven. To St. Peter’s comment the stag burst into laughter. “Nice? Hardly. I’m Alastor, the Radio Demon. Emphasis on DEMON. You do know you’re in hell correct? Barely anyone is nice down here.”

So he doesn’t know? Interesting. “My, my, I guess they keep those types of things locked up tight from Heaven’s populous?” He quickly pulled back the mic. “Don’t touch that...or anything here please. Perhaps it’s not my place to tell you such things, have you even talked to Charlie yet? I’m sure she’d have a lot to go over with you...may I ask why exactly are you looking for Angel?”

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch (Peter, the golden Book of Life.) :)

Alastor quickly retracted his hand. For a very petite angel he certainly has a powerful hit to him. "If you didn't want me to touch it then you should put that away don't you think? And what type of angel are you my oddly pastry looking fellow? You don't look like an exterminator to me."

@toranoya