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absolute-flaming-trash · 8 months ago

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Pairing: Yandere!Alastor x Fem!Reader

SFW

Word Count: 1'882

Warnings: Yandere, Abuse, Abusive relationship, Choking, Degradation, Manhandling, Threats, Possessiveness, Alastor is a massive asshole and mean as shit. Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Hindsight was always 20/20.

A bit of an understatement, really. Looking back it was hard to believe just how much one decision could impact your entire afterlife, and you wanted to kick yourself.

Desperation was the excuse you gave yourself whenever you thought about why you made a deal with Alastor.

What he proposed wasn’t something you thought too much of at the time. In exchange for your soul, he offered you security - solidarity in a realm where most were keen on focusing on the weakest among them and tearing them to shreds. Not only would you be protected on a daily basis, but you had, essentially, a guarantee that you would survive extermination day whenever it inevitably rolled around.

Seemed almost too good to be true, but knowing the risks involved in refusing, you had accepted.

He never asked much of you in return, much to your surprise. Nothing that ever seemed too unreasonable, at least. If anything, the things he asked of you felt more like exchanges that would occur between friends - taking on small tasks he’d otherwise find too boring to entertain.

Sometimes you’d even go as far as to call them domestic.

Oh, but you knew better than to assume your relationship fell anywhere close to friendship. Amicable was a better word, not good nor bad, but certainly nothing to be overtly confident about - which made what you intended to ask so much worse.

The very thought of it made a shiver go through your body as you walked through the Hotel hallway. A voice in the back of your mind, your conscience perhaps, whispered that it wasn’t too late to turn back. To do a complete 180 and march right back the way you came.

You didn’t listen.

By the time you came to a stop, the hairs on your arms stood completely on end. The door in front of you looked exactly like the others that lined the hallway, deceptive in its mundane simplicity. It only made the feeling of foreboding that much worse as you held your breath and raised your hand to knock, knuckles barely grazing the polished wood at first but connecting more solidly the second time around.

A part of you prayed there wouldn’t be an answer, nails digging further into your palms as the silence extended onwards.

Please don’t answer, please don’t answer-

All hopes were dashed by the dark wood swinging open to reveal a wall of red.

Alastor bent slightly at the waist when greeting you, bringing his eye level slightly down to yours, “My, my, what a pleasant surprise this is!~”

The smile you could muster in response didn’t even come close to matching his own, and your greeting not nearly as jovial.

“Hi.” You said, pausing briefly between words. “I was wondering if you had a few minutes?”

The signature clicking of his vertebrae accompanied the tilt of his head as he stared down at you intrigued. “Whatever for?~”

You began to pick at your nail beds. “Just to talk.”

Alastor hummed, amusement dancing behind his eyes before he opened the door to his suite a little bit wider.

“Oh, I suppose I could spare a moment or two for somebody like you.~”

The way he said it made you unsure whether such a statement was a compliment or an insult, but regardless you followed him inside.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you…” You began to say, looking around the space. No matter how many times you’d been inside, you’d never get used to it.

“Not at all, sweetheart!~” His arm came around your shoulders, leading you further into his suite and towards the table he had set up in the swampland that seamlessly blended in with the decor.

With a flash of green another chair appeared beside his own, and he gestured towards it with the end of his microphone staff.

“Have a seat.~”

You complied, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you did so. Foolishly, you had hoped to stay standing for this conversation in order to keep it as brief as possible. The cool metal of the chair dug into the skin of your thighs despite your clothing and you found yourself staring at the tabletop rather than at Alastor himself.

“Now,” There was some rustling of paper as Alastor picked a newspaper back up off the table, half paying attention to you when he spoke. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

This was it. No going back, no cutting corners, better to rip the bandaid off than to beat around the bush.

You bit your cheek harder and you could already taste the blood on your tongue before you opened your mouth.

“I want out.”

Alastor barely looked in your direction, but the subtle twitch of his ear was hard to miss once you spoke.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow but never took his eyes off the paper in his lap as he turned the page. “Care to elaborate?”

“Our deal.” The words felt thick when you spoke them. Heavy. “I want my soul back.”

Alastor’s pause made the atmosphere feel nothing short of dreadful as he turned his head to look at you directly. His ever-present smile widened while his eyes narrowed.

“Now what makes you think you deserve that, sweetheart?~”

“It isn’t about deserving anything.” You stated, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. “It’s… renegotiating.”

Alastor snickered, the sound accompanied by a pre-recorded laugh track.

“Well, aren’t you simply adorable?” He placed the newspaper off to the side and rapped his claws against the table. “Unfortunately for you, that’s not how deals work.”

Your hands curled into fists in your lap as he continued speaking.

“While the deal we made was a fairly simple one, the end result is the same.” He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. “I own your soul. There aren’t any take-backsies on the matter.”

Nails bit into your palm at the syrupy condescension in his voice. It made anger brim in your chest, but acting on emotion was not a smart move here.

You took a deep breath. “Our deal has run its course, though.” You did your best to ignore how his eyes narrowed further at that. “Now that I’m at the Hotel… it offers what you originally did, so your part of the bargain is no longer necessary.”

His eyes flashed, glowing a brighter red and illuminating the space between the two of you for a moment.

“Ah, I see. You think our deal is now void because I’ve been replaced in a sense.” His smile was anything but reassuring or kind. “And therefore you shouldn’t be expected to uphold your end of the bargain, am I correct?~”

You swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

Alastor tutted. “My dear, who are you to get to decide when our deal is void in any way, shape, or form?”

The question was clearly rhetorical, but you answered anyway.

“Because it’s my soul.” The firmness in your voice did little to cover how weak of an answer that truly was. “I should be able to get a say in when we’ve reached the end of our contract-”

A green flash and the cold snap of metal around your neck cut off any further words you had to say. You barely had any time to register your air getting cut off as you were yanked forward harshly into the dirt - leaving you coughing when the chain slackened enough for you to breathe once more.

“It seems to me that you are forgetting a few things, darling,” Alastor said, pulling sharply on the chain once more to force your face back up to his.

Green stitches lined the seams of his clothes and wove at the edges of his smile - antlers growing with each word he spoke, and it took every bit of courage you had to bite back a whimper.

He was pissed.

“Firstly, the Hotel,” He cooed sweetly,” is the sanctuary you rave it to be because I keep it that way.”

Alastor stood from his chair and stalked towards you, wrapping the end of the chain around his microphone as he went.

“Secondly, might I remind you that it was you who approached me.” He hissed, faux kindness mixing with the barely contained anger you could see in his eyes.

“You,” He nudged your chin with the end of his microphone, “ came to me with the proposal of offering yourself in exchange for my services, not the other way around.” His eyes scanned over your form - lingering on the way your chest moved rapidly to accommodate your breaths before returning to your face.

“I've grown... accustomed to you, my dear, and our deal stands until I say so. Since you are seemingly incapable of understanding the subtleties of that, I’ll put it in simple terms so you can understand.”

The cool metal of your collar was soon replaced with the warm, smooth texture of his glove as he kneeled in the dirt and wrapped his hand around your neck. The gesture made you gasp, reflexively drawing in as much air as possible before he could choke you, but Alastor didn’t squeeze. Instead, he let the weight of his hand do the work.

“I own you. Every breath you take, every little thought in that empty head of yours belongs completely and solely to me.”

The black of his gums peeked out as his smile - which felt more akin to a snarl - widened. “Besides, what would you even do if I gave your soul back?”

Another rhetorical question, but the humiliation and inequity of the situation caused you to answer once more despite everything inside screaming at you not to.

“That’s my business.”

The sheer volume of emotion that passed through Alastor’s eyes told you that was the wrong fucking answer to give.

He snickered and leaned closer to the point you could smell the rot of his breath. “See, you might think that, darling, but since you’re mine, it’s my business too. So here’s how this is going to go.”

The hand around your throat began to squeeze.

“My business is to keep you. You’ll keep doing each and every little thing I ask of you, and you certainly won’t voice complaint when doing so.”

You choked and sputtered again when he hauled you to your feet by your throat and pushed you back into your seat - the armrests catching you directly in the funny bone, causing you to yelp. He placed his hands on either side of you and leered over you. It was the smallest you’d ever felt in your life.

“I’m more than willing to speak to you about anything you wish, darling, I truly am.” He said, inhaling deeply before continuing, and you swore his smile dropped the most you’d ever seen it.

“But if you ever try to speak to me about this again, you’ll learn just how easy you have it with me, is that clear?”

You felt yourself nodding before your mind could even register it. “C-crystal.”

A mixture of relief and dread sunk in your stomach when his smile returned to its normal state and he reached his hand up to pat you twice on the head.

“That’s my girl.~”

#riri writes #Alastor #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Alastor #Yandere!Alastor #Alastor x Reader #The Radio Demon #The Radio Demon x Reader #tw yandere #tw abuse #tw abusive relationship #tw choking #tw degradation #tw manhandling #tw threats #dead dove do not eat #tw possessiveness

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rhys-writes-some-shit · 9 months ago

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Could I please request Alastor seeing his QP partner attacking/distracting Adam during the finale so that he could get away, and maybe some angst of Alastor knowing he can't go and help them in his near death condition, and not knowing if they're dead or alive. Spoiler they're fine you don't become close with the Radio Demon without being some sort of badass.

Sorry if this is too specific, I hope you're having a good day.

I sort of combined this one with @meefy's request (this one). It doesn't totally match the asks, so I apologize. I threw this together between classes a bit hastily, so sorry if the pacing or writing seems off.

Yeah, Reader is a little OP. Oh well.

May or may not write a continuation where Al takes care of Reader's injuries...

TW: Canon-typical violence

Let Me Help You

Alastor x Reader (QP)

There were suddenly angels fucking everywhere. Gold ichor mixed with deep red in pools on the ground. Alastor’s shield had shattered. It hadn’t even been ten minutes, and the shield was gone.

You tried to look for Alastor on the roof, anything to show he was alright. A flash of green followed by the distinct sight of Alastor’s tentacles helped soothe your worrying, turning back to the fight at hand. He’d be okay. He was one of the most powerful demons in Hell, he had to be okay.

Regardless, you started to fight your way to the roof, cutting angels down left and right. Your prowess in battle had started to show through, dodging expertly before retaliating effortlessly. But there were so many of them.

The numbers became overwhelming. Angel after angel started flanking you at every angle. You were trying to keep your eye on Alastor, but you kept nearly tripping over corpses instead. An angelic spear grazed your cheek, causing you to lash out, knocking back the growing crowd before tearing them apart one by one.

A terrible sinking feeling developed in your stomach, causing your focus to go straight up. With a flash, you teleported yourself to the roof. Alastor was half-transformed, a sinister grin filling his face while his signature tentacles framed his figure.

Adam, the first man himself, was in the air, brandishing a weapon resembling a guitar.

“--Cuz radio is fucking dead!” Adam shouted, as a bright flash of light caused you to shield your eyes.

The moment the light subsided, your eyes widened in shock.

“What just happened?” Alastor looked around frantically, locking eyes with you before seeing his cane in his hands, snapped in half. “Fuck.”

Neither of you saw Adam fly back down, swinging his weapon down. Alastor fell back into the ground, blood dripping from a huge gaping wound in his chest.

“Alastor!” You cried, running over to stand in front of him. Staring Adam down, your face pulled into a snarl. “You motherfucker!” Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lunged at the angel.

Using your lightning-fast reflexes to your advantage, you managed to dodge any attack Adam sent your way. You narrowly missed getting obliterated multiple times, but what matters is that Adam’s focus is on you. Stealing a quick glance back at where Alastor was leaning against the wall, the huge gash in his chest slowly soaking his shirt with blood, you saw him melt into the shadows while glaring heavily at Adam with his ever-present smile.

“Oh no,” Adam mocked. “Did I just kill your boyfriend?”

“Fuck you.” You focused all your anger, all your worry, into misdirecting Adam. At this point, you were just trying to keep him busy. Luckily, you’d learned some things during your time in Hell, thanks to Alastor. Keeping Adam running back and forth wasn’t that difficult, or at least you tried to keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you tired him out, or let the others focus on the horde of angels, it would help?

Where did Alastor even go? How were you supposed to find him when he just disappeared in thin air? Was he going to be okay? What would happen if he died? Would you do if he died?

Somehow, even though you were distracted, you kept dodging Adam’s attacks. The fatigue was growing on you, though. Adam was definitely not like the other angels. Any time you tried to attack him, he dodged or countered before you could react properly. His attacks were too strong for you to take head-on, which was why you were stuck dodging everything.

“Now this is just fucking boring,” Adam groaned. With a movement of his fingers, you found yourself on the ground with a flash of light. A burning sensation ripped a pained cry from your chest as you doubled over, coughing up blood.

Adam kicked your side for good measure, sending you careening off the building. “Fucking pussy.”

You mustered a portal before you hit the ground, softening your fall as you rolled into your bedroom. It still hurt, pain causing your body to spasm. Dangerous-looking burns decorated the skin on the upper half of your body. While your vision faded in and out of focus, you tried to use some of your power to heal yourself as best you could.

The pain eased just enough that you could focus on the matter at hand: finding Alastor. At this point, you couldn’t give a shit whether angels killed everyone in Hell or not. You needed to find your partner. You needed to find Alastor.

Hands shaking, you mentally went through a checklist of every place in Hell you’d ever been to, trying to determine where he’d have gone.

Almost like mockery, the old radio that sat on your desk crackled faintly. Of course! Where else would Alastor be but the one place he feels most in control.

Rather than trying to make another portal, you picked yourself up off the floor and started walking. The hotel itself was abandoned, making it easy for you to traverse the halls without interruption. Your body ached as adrenaline started to wear off, but at least you could function. Who’s to say what Alastor was capable of.

You cringed at the memory of his wound. Not only was it long, but it looked deep, with blood steadily leaking out. Alastor’s signature red outfit and his blood was not a good combo, you decided. Yes, it might match, but it was not right.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the recording booth near the top of the hotel, carefully making sure you stayed out of sight. Your wounds healed little by little as you walked, your natural healing factor kicking in. A few well-placed deals, and your healing was nearly ten times as fast as a regular Sinner’s.

There was no need to knock, the door hanging from its hinges. The recording booth was in massive disarray. And in the center, leaning weakly in his chair, sat the man you were looking for.

“Alastor.” You breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him still alive, but further inspection didn’t do much to help your nerves. His breathing was shallow, expression pained but somehow still holding a strained grin.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp.

“Helping you, obviously,” you snapped in reply. There was no first aid kit nearby, so you just ripped sections of your jacket off, forcefully shoving the scraps onto Alastor’s still-bleeding chest.

“I do not need your help,” he snarled back. Despite his words, he didn’t try to discard the fabric you were now pressing into his wound.

When Alastor finched, you hesitated. You didn’t want to cause him any more pain, be it physical or emotional, but you knew he’d insist on trying to deal with everything himself. You were a similar way, but he’d also do the exact same thing you were doing if the situation were reversed.

Gritting your teeth, you forcefully held the fabric to him as it slowly became blood soaked. “Summon a damn first aid kit.”

“I said–”

“I don’t fucking care.” You raised your head, meeting Alastor’s eyes so he knew you were serious. Was your voice shaking? Maybe. Were you scared? Most definitely. Was Alastor more important? Always. “Let me help you.”

Alastor visibly deflated, bringing a hand to his face. “Fine.” His voice was stiff, defiant. With a wave of his hand, a first aid kit appeared beside you.

You were silent as you worked, now with actual medical supplies at your disposal. Any training you’d had while you were alive all came back to you while you attempted not to make the injury any worse than it already was.

“I wasn’t sure if you were still alive,” Alastor admitted quietly after a few minutes. “Adam was much… more than I’d anticipated. I appreciate that you allowed me to retreat.”

Pausing, you looked Alastor up and down, possibly to see if he had a head injury as well. Never, in all your years, had Alastor ever said anything so kind to you.

“What else would I do?” You shrugged. “Leave you to die? In your dreams, maybe. We’ve been friends for so many years, I’ve lost count. So of course I helped you, you stubborn asshole. A psychopathic angel is nothing if it means helping you.”

Alastor was silent for a moment. “If Adam had killed you…” The room filled with static, Alastor’s true demon form coming out ever-so-slightly. “I was prepared to burn all of Heaven to the ground.”

“Thanks for the sentiment, Al.” Your expression softened, unable to deny the smile that grew on your face. “Now, sit up so I can secure this gauze.”

Hours later, after the hotel had been rebuilt and you were prepared to act like Soft Alastor had never happened, an arm looped in yours. Alastor stood beside you, smiling down like always.

“Come now, dearest. It’s time for supper!”

Something about Alastor was different now. His expression was altered. He’d seemed more defensive in the aftermath of the battle, however, he seemed to do the exact opposite around you.

It was subtle enough that only you (and maybe Rosie) would be able to tell. Luckily, for Alastor, you were perfectly content keeping your observations to yourself.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #rhys-writes #rhys-replies #alastor x reader queerplatonic #hazbin hotel alastor

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flufffilleddonut · 10 months ago

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Radio Waves

Summary - Alastor is suffering from a lee mood. He wants to be wrecked, and plans to indirectly persuade someone into doing so. But who would dare to touch the Radio Demon?

Word Count - 1600

- Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, resting in one of the two armchairs situated in front of his green fireplace.

He was experiencing feelings that he could not explain. Usually, he hated being touched, but his mind was being flooded with visions of wiggling fingers, soft pokes and carefree laughter.

Typically, when it came to tickle fights around the hotel, Alastor was on the giving end. He was feared by the residents for his ability to deduce a person’s worst spots and attack them mercilessly.

However, at this moment, Alastor found himself craving the same treatment he gave out to others. He wanted to experience being tickled to pieces, laughter flowing from his mouth in an uncontrollable stream. He wanted to be the sole focus of a demon’s attention for the duration of their attack, with the rest of the world serving as background noise.

But who could fulfill this desire? Who would be daring, no… crazy enough to go after the Radio Demon? This is the dilemma Alastor was facing as he looked out the window opposite his armchair.

The residents of the hotel were a no-go. Charlie was too soft. Vaggie either wouldn't be willing or would never let him live it down. He didn’t trust Angel Dust not to turn it into a sexual thing. He didn’t want to let Husk or Pentious hold that power over him. In all honesty, he was afraid of what Niffty might do given the opportunity. So, who was left? It would have to be someone ruthless, who would jump at the opportunity to wreck him, but wouldn’t have any intentions of harming him during the fact.

Suddenly, Alastor had a realization. He knew just the demon.

Alastor heard a tapping at his window.

Of course he would scale the walls of the hotel to reach my room instead of going through the front like a normal person, Alastor thought to himself.

Alastor stood, his microphone disappearing in a swirl of black and shock of green electricity. He had to make this look convincing.

He made his way to the window, unlocking it and shifting it up and open. A slightly winded Vox quickly lunged through, Alastor taking a step to the side to avoid his path.

“Why hello there!” Alastor said, his trademark grin ever present on his face.

“Alastor,” Vox said sternly as he rose to his feet, gaining his composure. “I have come to once again propose my offer for you to join my team.”

“And in such a dignified manner! I’m sure most business proposals begin with scaling the wall of a building and entering through the window.” Alastor remarked.

Vox grumbled. “I didn't want anyone to see me coming here, and I assumed the inclusion of your room number on your… delivery… wasn’t intentional, so I had to make sure that there was no forewarning.”

Alastor’s grin grew. He had sent Vox a package containing a spring-loaded mechanism filled with glitter. A card was attached reading “Add some sparkle to your life!” Alastor had purposefully included his room number in small lettering on the sender address, knowing full well that Vox wouldn’t be able to resist a chance to confront him alone.

“Well, all of that changes nothing. I refused your offer before and I am refusing it once again. I never want to associate myself with such frivolous technology, chasing power and fame with no real passion or talent behind it.”

This angered Vox, sparks beginning to fly from his head. In an instant, he lunged once again towards Alastor who, instead of dodging, caught Vox’s hands in his own. Alastor matched Vox’s force, the two of them locked in place, pushing against one another.

“I’m gonna wipe that grin off your face! You think you’re so~ much better than me? Ha! You don’t understand what I’m capable of!” Vox shouted.

Alastor took this as his opportunity. He purposefully shifted his foot to the side, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his carpet with a thud.

Vox wasted no time and quickly planted himself on Alastor’s waist, effectively pinning the demon down.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s at who’s mercy now.” Vox said menacingly with a smirk.

Alastor’s heart rate began to rise. Everything was falling into place. Now, Vox just had to tickle him instead of trying to harm him, but how could Alastor ensure that? Had he made a mistake in choosing his rival to help him with this predicament? Did Vox even know that he was-

Alastor’s thoughts were cut short by Vox lightly trailing the nail on his index finger across his neck. It was obviously meant to be an intimidating gesture, but the anticipation Alastor was feeling, mixed with the unexpected soft dragging of the claw, managed to choke a giggle out of him.

Vox blinked. Was Alastor really enough of a maniac to find Vox pretending to scratch his neck funny? No. It was something else. Vox’s mind went back to a few days prior, when he had been dancing with Valentino. His claw had accidentally grazed the base of Valentino’s wing, eliciting a chuckle from him. When Vox inquired, Val had stated that his claws would be a force to be reckoned with in a tickle fight. Vox’s eyes gained a mischievous glint, which Alastor was quick to pick up on.

“Vox, let's be civil about this...” Alastor said, his grin now strained.

“Oh, I think the time for that has passed, Alastor. You’re gonna regret denying my generous offer.”

And with that, Vox latched his claws onto Alastor’s ribs, skittering them up and down with no real rhythm or coherency. The sudden switch to a more sensitive spot, coupled with the unpredictable motion of Vox’s fingers easily drew laughter from the Radio Demon, who very soon realized that he had underestimated the power of his blue-tipped claws.

“Vohohohox! Nohohoho!” Alastor laughed, gripping Vox’s wrists but not pushing them away. Vox was enjoying himself too much to notice.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed? The Big Bad Radio Demon can be reduced to a helpless little deer with a few tickles!” Vox noticed the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increasing after his tease. Clearly it had an effect.

“They say that video killed the radio star. I wonder if he was tickled to death. Could’ve been if he was this sensitive.”

“Rahahadio’s nohohot dehehead!” Alastor managed to choke out through his laughter.

“Yeah? Well, it might be after this…” Vox said before he moved his hands down to Alastor’s sides. He switched to dragging his claws up and down, tracing the occasional pentagram. The effect was immediate.

“NAHA -crack- HAHAH -pop- AHA!” The sounds of static coming from Alastor seemed to fill the room, as his laughter got much more intense. Vox couldn’t help but laugh along as well.

“Oho my gohosh, this is pricelehehesss! Alastor, how could you have hidden this from me? I wonder how long it takes for you to break…” Vox remarked, taking on a more sinister tone with his last sentence.

Alastor attempted to provide a witty retort, but found that the sensations were too intense for him to be able to get a word out, let alone put a response together. All hope was lost, however, when he felt something further lighting up his nerves. Vox had begun shooting out small volts of electricity from his fingertips. Not enough to hurt Alastor, but enough to somehow make the sensations even worse.

“Maybe this will do it.” Vox said smugly, smirking.

Alastor was no longer able to think clearly, and simply gave into the sensations at his sides, uncontrollable laughter flowing freely from the demon.

Vox continued for a few minutes, until the static from Alastor began to include screeching sounds. Worried that he might blow a fuse or something, Vox cut the electricity and slowed his hands to a stop, keeping them rested on Alastor’s sides. Alastor’s static quieted down to a low hum, and his laughter died down to residual giggles.

Vox had one more thing he wanted to try. If he hadn’t sealed his double-death from this encounter so far, he was definitely about to. As Alastor was regaining his breath, Vox reached his hands up to his ears and gave them a light scratch. Alastor’s breath hitched and his giggles intensified, but this time he didn’t reach for Vox’s wrists. Vox continued to scratch and swore that it almost felt as if Alastor was leaning into the touch.

Vox eventually stopped and pulled his hands away, remaining on top of Alastor.

Alastor was able to formulate thoughts again. He was overwhelmed with an uncommon emotion for the demon: joy. While he would never admit it to Vox, he just had the most fun that he's experienced in years. These positive thoughts filled Alastor’s head as he laid there, content with himself.

That is, until Vox spoke up.

“Mahan, nobody’s gonna believe this! I need to get a pic.”

Alastor’s eyes widened. He could be wrecked by his rival so long as he was the one who had orchestrated things, but his pride would not allow for him to be photographed, the moment then being shown to others.

As Vox reached for his phone, Alastor dissipated into the shadows, leaving Vox alone in his room.

Vox sat there for a moment, stunned.

… he could have done that this entire time?

Vox wasn’t sure if he should be amazed or terrified, but one thing was for certain.

He had learnt something new about the Radio Demon.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee!alastor #ler!vox

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squerlly · 8 months ago

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flames of desire chapter 9: care to dance~

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV:

walking out of my room I head to the table taking a seat, Charlie and Alastor have something they want to announce, as Charlie runs downstairs Alastor comes out of the kitchen holding a plate of Beignets and hands them out to everyone, I heard of them but never tried one. "alright everybody I'm so sorry to wake you all up early but me and Al had an idea!" "I and Charlie decided that-" "We decided that we should throw a party here at the hotel to gain some patrons and you all are invited!!!" "you gotta be fucken with me..." husk grumbles "I could~" Leaning over the table Angel strokes husks chest as Husk pushes him off "Go fuck yourself" "That sounds wonderful hun," vaggie says trying to calm Charlie down. "A party?" "yes, a partyyy!!" "Charlie would like-" "I would like for" Cutting Charlie off Alastor stuffs a Beignet in Charlie's mouth "As I was saying Charlie would like for you all to help clean the lobby and decorate" "cleannnn!!!!! I love cleaning...." niffty giggled creepily. Charlie nods as she finishes the Beignet "well dress up and dance and celebrate!!!!" "that doesn't sound too bad" "Yes yes yes, we have a lot to work on so let's get started"

everyone stood up to gather cleaning supplies, and we spent the whole day cleaning. nifty ran around dusting and killing bugs, husk cleaned the drinking glasses while Angel went to buy food and more alcohol. Charlie and Vaggie went upstairs to the old storage room and grabbed whatever leftover decorations, and Alastor summoned these weird shadowy minions to fix the place up and move the furniture around to create a dance floor.

Once Angel came back we set up the food table, restocked the drinks, and wiped everything down one last time before dragging all the girls upstairs to Angel's room to get ready. "Let go husk my, dear friend, we need to get you in tip-top shape, you're our bartender after all!" "Whatever..."

At Angels Room Charlie, vaggie, niffty, and I had our dresses laid out. Charlie and vaggie picked black and white themed dresses to match. Angel picked a hot pink maxi dress that sparkled with an off-the-shoulder neckline, Niffty picked a little light pink cocktail dress with white lace around the bottom, and lastly, I had decided on a black red short flowy dress.

Alastors POV:

as I watched the ladies run upstairs I took Husker up to my room to get him ready. "you don't have anything to wear do you?" "No, does it look like I give a shit what I wear!" "Hmm, fear not my friend I know just what to put you in" With a mischievous smile I snap my fingers causing a line of green smoke to twirl around Husk, changing him into a Black and white suit with yellow cuffs and a yellow bow tie. "is this some kind of joke..." "doesn't it bring you back to old times~" I chuckle as husk leaves the room with a groan. another snap of my fingers and I change into my best condition red suit and black slacks topped with my brand new dress shoes. combing my hair and tying my black bow tie, I finish and head downstairs seeing the girls already in the lobby talking and giggling.

your POV:

listening to Charlie talk, I turned my attention to Alastor walking down, he had the same suit but somehow looked even better, Charlie rushed over to open the doors for people to join the party as vaggie turned on the music, with time the place was filled with demons, the bar was packed and the food table was swarmed.

sitting at the bar I grab a glass of Champaign talking to Angel "So uh you and smiles?" "what about us," I say trying to hide a grin "Oh come on ya guys have been extra close, he looks at everyone like he wants to tear them to shreds! but not you~" "And your point is" "I think dark and creepy likes ya" I shake my head and chuckle "Your nosey" "Hey I'm just sayin', you guys look good together" Seeing Alastor walk over I sit up a bit "speak of the devil~" angel winks at me and leaves the bar.

"well my dear you look wonderful as always" "You look extra nice as well" "Always have to look my best!" holding his hand out he offers it to me "Care to dance mon cher~" "Setting my glass down I take his hand, he pulls me to the dance floor, slow music playing as vaggie, Charlie and other demons began to dance. he holds my waist as I hold his shoulder and together we sway. "have you been enjoying yourself?" "yes, and you" "If I'm quite honest I'm only here to see you, my dear" As he twirls me I smile "Taking a liking to me?" "oh more than just a liking, you are quite the thief I'll have you know" "Well I suppose it's only fair since you have stolen from me as well~" "Have I now?" "you have" "How about a deal then" "a deal?" "yes a deal, you may keep what prized possession you have stolen from me as long as I get to court you~" "We have a deal" and with one last twirl the deal is sealed with a kiss...

The song ends and Charlie walks to the front of the room for an announcement, vaggie hands her a microphone as demons gather around, "I just want to thank everyone for coming out here and giving redemption a chance, and I want to thank my friends soooo much-" Charlie's eyes begin to water and vaggie takes the microphone "alright hun I think its time to go-" "I love you guys so much!!!" Charlie runs over and gives us all a hug, to my surprise Alastor doesn't protest, giving her a simple pat on the head as she wipes her tears. "we love you too Charlie!" "Now let's celebrate! I think it is time to bust out the big drinks" "Angellll don't get ahead of yourself!" "nah loosen up vagina" vaggie scowls as Angel drags all of us to the bar, husk serves all of us drinks.

I wanted to make this longer so badly but I had severe writer's block, man I need request to refresh myself, it took me the whole day to finish this but I hope you all still love this chapter and wait for some upcoming spice ;) have a good day/ night love you all!!!

-squerlly

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coallise · 8 months ago

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Wedding day

requested by @drewoneill23, I've done a proposing one already, don't know if theres a tumblr link for it but here's their wedding.

Carmilla looked at her reflection in the mirror as Velvette did her hair. Behind her, her daughters were already dressed. Clara had a black suit decorated with green spiderwebs and green flowers, Odette took a green dress and black spiderwebs and white flowers.

“Nervous?” Rosie asked, putting a hand on Carmilla’s shoulder. She was dressed in a green dress and black and white flowers.

“A little, I just want this day to be perfect,” Carmilla smiled.

“Don't worry, pretty sure he would be happy to marry you if it was done in a warehouse,” Velvette snorted before putting the final flowers in Carmilla’s hair, “done.”

“It's beautiful,” Carmilla praised. “How much longer until it’s time?”

“Fifteen minutes, think you’ll last or do we have to lock you in?” Velvette joked before starting on her makeup. She was one of the guests so she wore a blue dress instead of the green or black the bride’s maids wore.

“Maybe stop me from going down the aisle early, I have been waiting too long for this,” Carmilla said. She looked over her appearance in the mirror one more time. Her white dress hugged her torso perfectly and the skirt flowed easily around her. It had black and green lace and flowers sewn on that matched the ones in her bun.

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With the grooms, Zestial was pacing back and forth, wearing a divot in the floor.

“Zestial, calm down,” Lucifer tried, “It’ll be perfect.”

“How is thou so sure? A number of things can go awry,” Zestial said, pausing his pacing for a moment before starting again.

“Maybe, but really the only thing that matters is if Carmilla ditches. If anything else goes wrong, you two can deal and move past. Fuck, you two have loved each other sense before I was an overlord so I don't see how this will go bad,” Husk snorted as he fiddled with his bowtie. All three of them were in black suits decorated with either black or white spider webs and flowers.

Lucifer was ready to kick Husk out like he did with Alastor, but Zestial had sat down and seemed to relax a smidgen.

“How long must I wait?” Zestial asked.

“Just fifteen more minutes, buddy, fifteen more minutes,” Lucifer pat his back.

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It was an agonizing fifteen for both parties before they were allowed to start the wedding. Lucifer took his post at the podium. First, Odette led Zestial to the altar before taking her spot as maid of honnor. Then the groomsmen took their spots before Clara led Carmilla down the aisle, before taking her spot as ‘Best man’. The bridesmaids took their spots and Lucifer started to talk.

Carmilla and Zestial were not listening to him, just watching each other with love in their eyes. Lucifer had to ask three times for their vows.

“Oh! Uhm,” Zestial took a deep breath, “I promise thee I will love and protect thee and thine daughters to the best of my abilities till my last breath.”

Carmilla’s knees went a bit weak before she cleared her throat, “I promise to stay by your side and make decisions as a team. To face the world together.”

“Zestial, do you accept?” Lucifer asked him.

“I do,” He bowed his head.

“Carmilla, do you accept?” He turned to her.

“I do.” Carmilla smiled and squeezed his hand tightly.

“Juust cause I wanna make this longer, Clara, Odette, do you two accept this union and accept Zestial as your father?” Lucifer smirked. Zestial and Carmilla rolled their eyes.

“We do,” the pair giggled.

“Then, by the power they never took away, I endorse this union! You may now kiss!” Lucifer raised all six of his wings and magic swirled around them. Now, on both of their ring fingers, were gold rings connected by a gold thread.

A cheer went up from the crowd and they were ushered into a ballroom for the reception. Carmilla and Zestial did the salsa for their first dance. The bouquet toss came with Rosie catching it.

“Ok, now the garter toss,” Velvette smirked, getting her camera ready.

“I don't remember agreeing to that,” Carmilla glared at the other woman.

“Come on, it’s traditional! Like, older than Zestial traditional!” Velvette said.

Zestial coughed and nodded, “tis true that the garter toss was done in my time.”

“Fine, but you’re removing it with your hands, not teeth,” Carmilla said as she grabbed a chair and sat down. Zestial chuckled and effortlessly slipped off the lacy green garter. The men stood ready to catch it. Alastor was chatting with Rosie off to the side.

Zestial set the garter loose and it landed right on Alastor’s antler.

“Well what is this for?” Alastor plucked it off before dropping it, realizing it was a garter.

“Looks like the next dance is ours,” Rosie giggled and took his arm.

“Of course, but please tell me there will be no more undergarments involved,” Alastor begged.

#carmilla carmine #zestial #hazbin hotel #clara carmine #zestmilla #hazbin zestial #hazbin carmilla #hazbin clara #hazbin odette #odette carmine

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blueberrypancakesworld · 9 months ago

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New luck and feelings

warning : fluff, some comfort, developing feelings, no use of Y/n, drinking alcohol

Summary : Everyone's luck runs out at some point. Husk, who hadn't held the dice in his claws for a long time, knew that too. But when the door to the hotel opened and a lost demoness came in…maybe he would find happiness and love in hell?

Info : Third work for sweet Husk, again thank you for all the support on my lasts posts to HH. I hope you all like it and have fun reading ;)

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He had once had everything. He was an Overlord a powerful demon had heard of him, he knew he was no Alastor or Carmilla but he was an Overlord with respect. At least for the beginning, at least for the time when the dice rolled, when he shook the objects in the cup and the rolling could be heard on the table.

The beginnings, the pasche, the cards, the balls - everything was pure luck, luck that lasted at first. Until it all came to an end one soul after another, one influence after another he lost everything bet after bet, bet after bet and dice roll after dice roll.

Until the once mighty Overlord was nothing more than a demon with debts, a demon with influence. Someone who clung to the stately sound of the radio, seeking out the smiling demon and the power that emanated from it only when not even a fraction of his own was awake.

He had put his signature on the parchment that he had written the last sheet for his name. He knew it was a mistake but he realized it too late as he hoped that his luck would return one day.

Before he was here in the hotel, bartending with his...friends. Yes, even if the demon hadn't thought it possible, it was possible that he had found friends, maybe even a family. But he had a place and in this place he surprisingly found something...an encounter. An encounter of infinity.

His gaze lifted from the glasses he was drying when he saw the door of the hotel open and a demoness peeked in with a curious look. ,,Is this the hotel where you can rehabilitate yourself?" she asked, coming in slowly as she heard the bartender's reply, ,,Except for the porn star and a little mass murderer, yes".

The suitcase in her hand had seen better days as she approached the bar and he couldn't help smiling slightly when he saw her interested and almost curious look as she wandered through the building and the bar.

She pulled herself up onto the bar stool and placed the suitcase next to it, hitting the floor with a soft thud. ,,You don't seem to have been here yet," he noted casually as he turned his back to her to organize the bottles and sort the glasses. He could have blinked, but maybe it was because he was avoiding her gaze, because he felt like everything was at stake again.

Because her smile was like a double that made him happy, aroused his own curiosity for more. ,,No...I've kind of been here since, well, today or something," she mumbled and he turned to her in surprise. It wasn't often that he saw people so freshly fallen from the earth, they were inexperienced, had no idea what was going on and yet.

,,I haven't seen this every day but how about a drink first and you tell me everything while we wait for the owner to bring you the room," he suggested and gave her a small upright smile, a smile he didn't give everyone but it was a smile that filled her with hope, something that made his heart beat faster.

She was cute, similar to him, she was a hybrid creature with two small curled horns on her head and two small wings on her back as far as he could tell.

Pretty he thought as he searched for the matching bottles and ordered himself a drink as he pulled the cork from the green bottle. The cheap brownish golden alcohol was poured into his glass as he sipped it in the cocktail glass, which felt like the only one here.

,,Smells sweet...and oh wow that's delicious," she said after she sipped the reddish drink before taking a small sip, her eyes seeming to light up as the sweetness of the drink calmed her nerves. ,,Always a pleasure," he replied and was slightly shaken when she grabbed his hand and shook it lightly.

Husk felt the uncertainty leave her voice as her eyes widened and Husk felt him let go of her hand later than necessary.

He felt something like a duty inside him, he knew he had committed too many sins to ever be likely to go to heaven.

But maybe he could at least help her, because maybe he saw himself in her a little. To give her the happiness that he only had for a while. ,,And you're Husk the bar manager?" she asked, tapping his glass, which was already empty, while she took her time to take her drink.

,,Yup, your certifiable, friendly bar manager and well, surrogate father to a few of the characters here," she admitted and looked surprised when he heard her laugh, hearty and cute as he thought, feeling his beating heart reacting to her.

Maybe it was like a double, like two dice showing the same thing. Maybe two demons could do well together after one encounter.

As she pushed her empty glass over to him, his fingers touched hers again and he saw her slightly embarrassed smile. ,,Maybe...maybe you can help me instead of the owner...I find our conversations very encouraging," she confessed and looked away furtively Husk realized what she meant, what they had achieved.

Before he could open his mouth, the main door opened and Charlie came in with a grin. ,,Gladly again and again...there's our ticket up ahead," he pointed at the blonde and walked out of the bar to take the suitcase from her.

They both walked next to each other and she suddenly cut in on him with a ,,Thank you Husk" and he just nodded knowingly but her touch as she held onto him, the loving look.

Perhaps in the end she would bring him the happiness of having something like a relationship and trust in this hotel of redemption and love.

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazb in hotel husk x reader #husk x reader #husk x you

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inuhalfdemon · 6 months ago

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No One Can Know... (21/21)

Word Count: 7,448 Words

Rating: Explicit (SMUT + Violence + Language)

Chapter 21

"The only heaven that I'll be sent to,

Is when I'm alone with you.

I was born sick, but I love it.

Command me to be well.

Amen."

- Hozier

“Ok, Al…You made your fucking point, don’t make me wait around here all fucking day!”

Lucifer was pacing the floor; holed-up in his workroom. The extermination was only moments away from beginning…and Alastor still hadn’t summoned him.

Fuming, Lucifer whirled around – starting another lap; his eyes focused on the clock. He watched the seconds tick by…each twitch of the dial only adding fuel to his building anger.

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“Let the slaughter begin…”

Alastor laughed wickedly; power thrumming from his staff as he threw out his arms. Shadows and green magic formed a powerful barrier around the hotel; crawling upward and forming the shield that would keep the majority of the angels that were descending on them at bay while the few that managed to slip through were dealt with below.

Tentacles wielded angelic weapons; dispatching any angel that came within reach of their swing with ease.

Alastor only had a limited amount of power he planned to invest in the protective seal; once Adam successfully disrupted the flow of power, the shield would collapse. Adam would find Alastor standing on the roof of the hotel – drawing him in…

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The extermination must have started by now…

Lucifer helplessly glanced out the window; but he was only afforded a very poor vantage point.

All of the Voxtech that had been swarming the hotel would be delivering live-feeds all throughout Hell, but, the benefits to utilizing that type of technology may not outweigh the risks…

“FUCKING HELL, AL!” Lucifer yelled; absolutely infuriated.

I’ll kill him, I’ll fucking kill him.

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“Adam…I’m about to end your fucking life!”

Alastor had a pretty good idea of what Adam’s attacks might look like, but he was careful to test this by sending shadows and tentacles after the angel first. Adam’s defense and attacks were all as Carmilla Carmine had described to Vaggie… he was fighting like someone who thought they couldn’t be harmed – what’s more the angelic weapons that they had seen hadn’t proven to wield any amount of unique power thus far...

“A mortal soul is no match for me, Edgelord!” Adam scoffed; parrying Alastor’s half-hearted attacks.

“You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate…” Alastor goaded him – enjoying the fact that he knew all the fine details to Lilith’s involvement with Heaven and Adam…when Adam clearly knew nothing of him.

Adam was too caught up in his own blunderings to catch the reference though.

Adam’s attacks were sloppy and brutish; he threw himself heavily into every close swing he took with his angelic axe and he was leaving himself open at every turn. Alastor enjoyed pointing this out to him; catching Adam in moments where his fucking back was turned to him. It only took some quick and fancy footwork to keep Alastor just out of reach from his attacks. Too easy.

He needn’t kill Adam today…but, he would still have his fun with him.

Alastor stretched himself out; feeling his power branching out into more tentacles and shadows…shifting form.

Alastor wasn’t one to boast during a real fight but he was enjoying winding Adam up – it was pissing the angel off; causing him to make more mistakes… Alastor easily caught him with a tentacle – coiling it around Adam’s torso before throwing him heavily into the back of the Hazbin Hotel sign.

“I’m going to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face,” Adam was yelling, thoroughly done with this fight now. Alastor smirked; ready for Adam to close the distance and take another one of his primitive swings for him.

Only…Alastor miscalculated.

“Cuz’ radio is fucking dead!!!”

When Adam jumped into the air, he didn’t close the distance; he lengthened it; his angelic axe suddenly swinging upward – singing with an incredible bolt of power before the blade came swinging back down.

Alastor braced against the attack; unable to avoid it now. He was only just ready to take the unexpected blow of power when it struck but…he had been thrown back to form!

And, his staff – the source to all of the power he currently commanded - was severed cleanly in half.

“Ffffffffffffffffffuck!”

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A disturbing amount of time passed and Lucifer grew more and more agitated. He began wasting power; throwing up glowing portals to the hotel repeatedly…only to have them fizzle and crackle into nothing.

Yelling again; he literally spat fire – smoke trailing from his nostrils.

Suddenly; something gave.

It wasn’t Alastor that was summoning him...

Charlie needed him.

Charlie’s life was in danger.

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It only took Adam to decide that he was going to actually and truly harm Charlie for it to happen.

Lucifer was there in an instant; appearing above the hotel just in time to catch Adam’s threatening words to his daughter:

“…it’s time to die with the rest of them.”

…

“So, this is what you’ve been up to since Eden?”

Lucifer was no fool. If Alastor was out of the picture then, Adam had something up his sleeve and he fully intended to find out what it was.

He knew just how to rile Adam and he easily met and avoided all of his poorly planned, short-distance attacks.

Adam was getting angrier and he threw Lucifer – who had playfully transformed himself into a white octopus - off of him; incredibly power suddenly crackling all throughout Adam’s body.

Lucifer took pause; feeling the power that was now emanating from Adam…confused by it.

Adam unleashed an awesome amount of power; throwing it directly down at Lucifer; aimed directly at the hotel. Lucifer had been prodding Adam for this very thing – he readily dodged the attack - but even he was caught off-guard by the amount of destruction Adam was wielding against them in his hands…

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Directly following the fight with Adam and the building of the new hotel, everyone knew Alastor was not himself. He was smiling; beaming at every one widely but…there was an edginess to his enthusiasm – something unsettling and unpredictable.

They knew something went south in his part of protecting the hotel, but he wasn’t saying - and they weren’t asking...

Excited about the new hotel and what this meant for their future; everyone was excitedly talking and wanting to explore the new place. Alastor was among the group when a trickle of blood seeped from the pedicle to one of his antlers, trailing down his face.

"Uh...Smiles. You, uh...you got something happening with your...uh-hmm..." Angel, carefully, pointed this out to him.

Alastor smoothly brushed the matter off; flashing another wide and pleasant smile to everyone before excusing himself so that he might go and find his room.

Lucifer watched him as he left; his contempt toward Alastor simmering beneath his skin. He waited before deciding to follow him…reigning his emotions in.

He had noted how straight Alastor carried himself as he walked away from everyone there in the lobby – how seemingly perfectly at ease he was – so much so that he was fucking humming as he left – ever-present smile stretched taut across his face.

Lucifer knew this façade. He knew it very well.

Sighing; Lucifer threw up a portal – stepping through it and into Alastor’s hotel suite.

The room hummed with residual power from the recent re-build of the hotel; Alastor would be able to tap into its source at any point and adjust the suite even more to his liking. For now, though; it remained the same.

When Lucifer found him – his suspicions were confirmed.

Alastor’s bleeding had progressed, and it was obvious that he was in a great deal of discomfort. He was seated, leaning forward, on his couch. Blood was streaming from both antlers now, drips of it staining parts of the sofa, the carpet and even Alastor's pristine suit. He sat, body bent with a hand gripping his temples, his smile still never yet wavering.

Shaking his head, Lucifer went to him.

“Well, that sure as shit didn’t go like you planned, did it.” Lucifer told him, lowly.

Sitting down on the couch beside him, he jostled Alastor.

"Do you fucking mind?" Alastor snarled, clearly not in the mood for company.

Not saying anything, Lucifer pulled him to lie against him - Alastor’s head lying upon a pillow Lucifer had set across his lap.

"What the fuck-"

Alastor’s shadow threw itself against the wall; rising menacingly upward and leering down on Lucifer.

"Shut it." Lucifer said grimly – ignoring the shadow.

Alastor was fighting him, but Lucifer held him firm and it was concerning to him how easy it was to do.

Adam really did a number on him...

Lucifer produced warm moist towels and a blanket. He warm-compressed the buds of Alastor's antlers, tossing the blanket over him.

Alastor stopped struggling, realizing it wasn’t getting him anywhere.

Lucifer produced a book for himself to read, perusing through it casually as he settled himself into the sofa.

"I…object to this treatment.” Alastor growled; trying to get up again – then groaned in increasing discomfort.

Alastor’s shadow shifted; hissing sharply.

"I know." Lucifer replied coolly, eyes still on his book. "But, your body is tired…you’re spent. You need to give yourself a chance to lie down and heal."

Lucifer tilted his head; acknowledging the defensive shadow now.

“You, and…tall, dark and handsome over there.”

Alastor’s shadow paused; tilting it’s head. Lucifer winked and it melted – pressing closer to them both with a purr.

Alastor groaned again – disgusted.

He stopped trying to resist now, completely giving up.

"I'm not going anywhere." Lucifer continued, turning a page and not looking at him. "Retreat to your shadows....and rest."

“How can I be sure that my body won’t be in more pieces when I return?” Alastor asked him dryly.

“You and I will have…much…to discuss, Alastor.” Lucifer darkly assured him. “But, for now…rest.”

Sighing, Alastor relented, his body relaxing.

The warm compresses and Lucifer's presence was...soothing. As much as he hated to admit it to anyone - especially himself – both were helping.

Following Lucifer's advice, he drifted off – leaving his body - letting his shadow pull him away with him…where they could both recover and find rest.

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Fuck…he’s burning up.

Alastor’s body had began shivering against him, drawing Lucifer’s attention. Brushing Alastor’s hair back; he felt the sweating and heated-dampness of his skin…saw the paleness of his face.

Confused; Lucifer shifted – lifting one of the warm compresses.

What the hell?

Pulling the compress away; Alastor’s pedicle immediately began bleeding again.

His body isn’t healing…?

Lucifer moved to slide himself out from underneath him when he saw it; the pooling of a dark stain that was seeping into Alastor’s jacket.

Oh…you stupid jackass.

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Lucifer hurried down to the hotel lobby. He needed to find Niffty and he needed to somehow get her attention without alarming the others.

Hearing voices; he confirmed that she was among the group and he hurriedly shapeshifted himself into a vibrantly white moth – fluttering quickly.

Finding a nice high and open area; Lucifer landed – quickly and repeatedly shifting his moth wings open and closed. He was directly in Niffty’s line of sight…she just needed to glance up. Alastor had told him that Niffty tended to be more…attune to things than others gave her credit for. He desperately hoped her sharp eye would see his frantic movements and know what he was trying to convey to her.

It took no longer than a second for Niffty to see Lucifer’s subtle signal; and she knew immediately that something was wrong.

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Once Niffty was apart from the others; Lucifer met her in the hallway and he threw up a portal – taking them both back to Alastor’s suite.

Realizing that Alastor had sustained a substantial - and bleeding - wound from the fight with Adam; Lucifer had carefully moved him to the tiled floor of the bathroom, placing him near the drain. Alastor was stretched out on his back, fully clothed – still very much asleep. Stepping from the portal; Lucifer guided Niffty over to where Alastor’s head rested on a rolled towel that Lucifer had laid out for him.

Lucifer had filled Niffty in the best that he could as they came but then he realized he had forgotten one detail.

“His antlers…” Lucifer bent down; lifting the pair of two-pointed branches of bone that had slipped from their placements. “His head is still bleeding because he…well, lost them. They fell when I was moving him.” Lucifer paused…unsure of how much Niffty really knew or cared to know about Cervidae demons. “It’s something that…happens sometimes.” He started to explain.

“I know.” Niffty told him. She was kneeled down, behind Alastor’s head; her one eye wide with worry – staring at Alastor’s sleeping face. “I’ve seen it happen a couple of times…” She admitted; but then she fixed her eye on Lucifer. “He doesn’t like others to know, though.”

Lucifer set the antlers back down and moved to kneel beside Alastor, looking at Niffty seriously. “Then, how about you and I agree to keep his secrets. I’m sure there’s a few things here that are about to happen that he doesn’t want others to know about.”

Niffty gave him a sharp nod in agreement.

“I came and got you, little bug, because I don’t really know what all I’ll have to do for him yet…best that someone he’s close to is here, just in case. His body isn’t healing like it should ….and I’m not sure what I’ll find once I take off his shirt.”

Niffty nodded again – before she turned her eye back to Alastor.

Seeing that she understood, Lucifer nodded to himself before leaning over and un-doing the clasps to Alastor’s jacket. Sliding it and Alastor’s shirt away; he hissed.

Alastor was very nearly cleaved in two. Adam’s axe had cut long, and it had cut deep, but - most concerning - was that it also must have been imbued with some kind of power or poison…Alastor’s flesh was bubbling with foam at the edges – preventing the wound from knitting closed.

Lucifer leaned closer and he saw that there was black and green discharge oozing from the edges of the ragged flesh – the point of contact between these liquids was bubbling up into a yellow-froth. Whatever power the blade had when it had cut into Alastor’s body, it was preventing his recovery – and, it was slowly killing him. It was amazing to Lucifer that he even was still alive…something in Alastor’s own power was keeping his death at bay, but only just.

Glancing at Niffty; Lucifer saw that she was horrified by what she was seeing.

“It’s quite, alright.” He smiled. “I’ll set him straight, here in a jiff.” He assured her. “Just…don’t touch any of that ok.” He nodded to the liquids seeping from Alastor’s chest.

Lucifer cracked his knuckles.

“Okay…I’m going to pull the toxins from the wound. My body can neutralize it but it’s going to want to dispel everything once that’s done…I’m warning you now: I may puke.” Lucifer told her.

Well, I will puke but “may” just sounds nicer…

Breathing heavily through his nose; Lucifer released a huff of air back out his mouth.

“Alright, then…”

Lucifer set his hand across Alastor’s wound – palm down and fingers outstretched.

Concentrating; he continued taking breaths in through his nose – exhaling them slowly back out through his mouth.

Niffty made a small gasp and Lucifer saw the glow of white light emanating from where he was touching Alastor. The light glowed brightly for a moment; then slowly faded as it was pulled into the wound.

A bubbling blackness filled the cavity of the gaping gash; Niffty’s eye widened before she had to look away from it – staring intently at Alastor’s face. Her little hands were trembling badly.

Lucifer sucked in another breath of air through his nose – feeling sick now. The black bubbling liquid was being absorbed into his palm now and his body wanted nothing more than to reject it immediately. He forced himself to stay still; never moving his palm. He had a hunch that this substance – whatever it was - could very easily kill demons; he couldn’t risk Alastor or Niffty being exposed to it any further than what they already had.

His stomach lurched and Lucifer knew he was going to vomit soon but the black was very nearly gone now – beneath it, Alastor’s wound was already healing; bleeding freshly and beginning to knit itself closed. Lucifer’s skin broke out into a sweat; shivers racking his upper body. Trembling, Lucifer kept his hand pressed to Alastor’s chest until nothing but bright red blood seeped against his skin.

Gasping; Lucifer lurched to the side – barely crawling over and making it to the toilet before he was retching heavily into the porcelain bowl – gray liquid spewing from his mouth. He spent several minutes there…feeling incredibly ill. Even after he couldn’t possibly have anything left in his system…his world tilted and spun with the effects of his nausea.

Flushing the toilet; Lucifer collapsed onto his back – feeling the coolness of floor tiles beneath him. He turned his head; seeing Niffty still knelt and pressed close to Alastor’s face in worry – the gash in his chest red and open still, but nearly closed. Trails of drying blood were running down his ribs; seeping into the drain.

Groaning, Lucifer shifted and moved now to get up – he wobbled briefly at the vertigo but knew he would be feeling better soon so he persevered; slowly standing.

“Ok…let’s clean him up, huh? You got that part ok if I take care of these?” Lucifer asked Niffty; producing sponges and a bucket of freshly warmed water beside her. She nodded and he reached for the discarded clothing.

While Niffty worked on scrubbing the blood off of Alastor, Lucifer turned on the bathroom fan. Standing underneath it; he lit the soiled fabric on fire with a flick of his thumb– watching it engulf in his hands; burning entirely into a dark black cloud of smoke. He watched it all get sucked up into the fan – disappearing completely in only a moment.

Once that was all done; Lucifer awkwardly carried Alastor to his bedroom – Niffty riding perched on one of Lucifer’s shoulders. She leapt onto the bed – quickly pulling back the covers back as Lucifer set him carefully down. Niffty helped pull him into place. She worked to make sure Alastor was comfortably tucked in by the bedding, leaving the wound on his chest exposed so that she could continue monitoring its healing. She had taken care to clean the blood off from the openings left by his fallen antlers as well, and Alastor already had small round nubs forming where the sockets had been.

Tired – and still not feeling great – Lucifer pulled up a chair; making himself comfortable. Crawling into the covers of the bed; Niffty curled herself up beside Alastor there. It wasn’t long before all three of them were all well and passed out…asleep.

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Later, Alastor was still asleep and resting.

Niffty had left to go downstairs and find something to eat, to let everyone know that they were all okay and to tell Charlie that her father would be down to update her soon.

Lucifer had pulled the chair he was sitting in closer to Alastor. He was leaned over – absently running his claws through the sleeping man’s hair and…thinking:

He wasn’t sure who to be the most angry with right now. Lilith, for orchestrating this whole mess and endangering Charlie? Alastor, for their fight and his preventing Lucifer from being there when the attack on the hotel first happened? Adam, for having the audacity; the impudence to actually, truly and fully intend to target and harm Charlie, his daughter, his heir? Himself, for his utter and complete naivety – in his continual belief that Heaven would see; that they ever actually could.

Lucifer’s eyes roamed to Alastor’s wound – the edges of ragged flesh had knitted but, already it was clear there would be scarring. There were higher powers involved in this whole affair now; in this struggle between Heaven and Hell.

Lucifer had his suspicions…but, Sera wouldn’t…would she?

His eyes remained fixed on the healing disfigurement… Alastor paid the price for Lucifer’s foolish blindness in all of this; sacrificed to power and the bite of the holiest of blades… Heaven wasn’t messing around and now…neither was Lucifer.

Lucifer’s claws stilled – his hand resting there in Alastor’s hair.

He was angry with Alastor; absolutely furious with him, but… Lucifer couldn’t help but feel for him as well. Lucifer wasn’t there to know the details to Alastor’s fight but, he had a good idea of what had happened. Watching Alastor afterward…seeing him going through all of the motions, after such a crushing and humiliating defeat…Lucifer couldn’t help but relate.

In the lobby; seeing Alastor interacting, smiling and laughing with everyone – putting on his show - Lucifer saw that he was still losing his fight with Adam. As complicated as everything felt right now, Lucifer would see to it that Alastor walked away from this okay. Lilith kept him from self-destructing after their fall…he could see to Alastor after his.

“Still,” Lucifer sighed. “I should hate you…” He said quietly.

He glanced toward the door; briefly wondering what all he would tell Charlie.

“…don’t you?”

Lucifer turned; seeing Alastor’s eyes were now open – looking at him.

Lucifer didn’t say anything, he just stared back at Alastor. Alastor looked…exhausted, worn and defeated.

“Don’t you hate me?” Alastor asked him again; waiting.

Lucifer swallowed, taking his hand away from Alastor’s hair now. “No….I mean, I’m fucking pissed. I want to rip those fresh pair of antlers straight out of your skull and use the sharpened points to flay you alive for that stupid little stunt you pulled,” Alastor flinched at this, knowing Lucifer very well could. “but,…I don’t hate you.”

“Why?” Alastor asked him; eyes flaring with something akin to suspicion.

Lucifer wanted to throw something snarky and biting back at him; maybe a good ‘fuck if I know’ kind of a comment but…

“I know what having your pride hurt feels like, Alastor…I know what it’s like to want to heal that wound, to strike back at the hand that caused it…and, I blindly sent you into an unfair fight with Adam. Nothing I could have said or done would have prepared you for that. Even as the first man, it doesn’t make sense for him to be given that kind or that amount of great power…”

“You didn’t know?”

“What?” Lucifer laughed, lightly. “You think that’s something that I just would neglect to mention?”

He saw the look that Alastor was giving him, and he realized.

“You thought I meant to serve you to Adam? Offer you up on some fucked up silver platter?”

“It’s not like you haven’t referenced such things before…you wanted me killed the moment we met. You’ve sacrificed others…offering sinners to Adam - and to Heaven - when you and Lilith agreed to these exterminations.” Alastor told him.

“You must really think me a monster…” Lucifer said, softer now.

“No…just, that I’ve been foolish and that I’ve acted in poor judgement...I revoke all stipulations to our agreement.” Alastor told him.

“We are voiding our deal.”

Alastor laughed. “You forget, I’ve already declined that offer.

“Not just our deal; all of it.” Lucifer told him. “There are bigger powers at play here now than Lilith or I had ever considered might be involved this early; it’s not worth the risks…not to you or to Charlie…we will figure something else out.”

“Please,” Alastor groaned in disgust, and then hissed, moving to sit up now. “You had to have known there would be some risk.”

“Yes, but not this high…” Lucifer looked hard at Alastor. “Knowing what you know now…would you have done everything the same? Would have you have been so willing to risk Husk’s soul? Niffty’s?”

Alastor’s ears folded back, and he looked away – knowing he was right.

“Besides…stipulations revoked or not; Charlie has offered me a place to stay now here at the hotel – a permanent and open invitation to be as involved in things now as I wish to be. That little wild card you kept up your sleeve won’t work now, I’m afraid. Your poor judgement very easily could have cost us everything…whatever problems you and I have with each other does not get to bleed into everything else we’re involved with.”

Alastor’s ears only flattened against his head more; eyes drawing further away from him now.

Lucifer was about to say something else when Alastor’s ears suddenly sprung back up; his head tilting. Lucifer paused…

“The little bug is coming back…” Lucifer said quietly, looking toward the door. He glanced back at Alastor and saw the rawness of…sentiment that was still in Alastor’s eyes.

Sighing; Lucifer leant toward him – his hand sliding through the hair at the back of Alastor’s head and pressing his forehead firmly to his.

“We’ll…figure this out, okay.” Lucifer told him, quietly. “I promise, we will…just not right now. But, you and I,” Lucifer pulled his head back, releasing Alastor and looking at him very seriously, “We need to actually fucking talk to each other, alright?”

Alastor gave him a sharp nod before Niffty’s head poked out from around the door.

Her eye went wide – seeing Alastor was sitting up and fully awake now - and she hurried over to the both of them with excitement.

“I’ll let Niffty here take over for awhile.” Lucifer smiled; watching her leap up onto the bed, scurrying across the covers to be closer to Alastor. “She can fill you in on all the juicy details of things you missed out on during the fight.” Lucifer winked at her and she giggled giddily. He knew she really was wanting to tell Alastor all about her having taken care of their pesky Adam problem. “Let me know if either of you need anything…”

Lucifer went to walk away; then pausing at the door, “I’m leaving you in charge, little bug.” Looking at Alastor he added, “She’s got my number now. If you’re not a good patient while I’m gone, I’ll know about it…” He turned, leaving with a smile.

Alastor watched him go; giving Niffty a queer look as she burst into more giggles at the obvious threat made.

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This place reeks of death...

The scent...all that blood and decay...it's overwhelming, isn't it?

There's a chill in the air.

Are you cold? You are trembling...so you must be.

And I barely escaped being killed by a hair... That could have been it, you know...

Snuffed out, just like the young flame that never sees the inferno...

Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends...

These people?...you could have died for these people...

Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends

It can't be...it won't be.

I'm hungry for freedom, like never before

Funny, isn't it...how this happens.

Every time you've let yourself get close to others...you become their sacrifice.

The constraints of my deal surely have a back door

The King of Hell blames himself...

but it's not his deal or even Lilith's deal that has you bound so tightly? Is it?

Once I figure out how to unclip my wings

But we always get what we truly want...in the end... don't we?

Guess who will be pulling all the strings?

We'll have it too. What we want… No matter the cost. No demon and no angel...borne of Heaven or of Hell...will stop us.

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Lucifer was busying himself in his new hotel suite - going about getting the rooms how he liked them: when he had...the compulsion.

He paused, feeling the need to go to Alastor...then, feeling it fade away - just as quickly.

Strange...

If Alastor had truly summoned him...he would have gone without a thought; unable to resist even if had wanted to but...this was different.

Best to go anyway, he reasoned. He hadn't seen Alastor since he left him with Niffty earlier that day.

Niffty had come later to tell him that Alastor was mending well and asked that his ...’babysitters’... respect his privacy for the night.

Ouch. Lucifer had made a face and Niffty giggled.

“He said you wouldn't like that... I'm supposed to tell you ‘it's all in jest’...he appreciates what you've done. He's just...feeling tired, wants to be left alone for a while. He knows he can call on either or both of us if need be.” Niffty told him.

“And, what do you think, little bug?” Knowing Niffty’s opinion would decide things for him.

“I think he deserves the break. We can bother him again in the morning.” She giggled again.

“I like that plan.” Lucifer he had told her and she left to see what the others in the hotel were up to.

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Lucifer portaled himself into Alastor's hotel suite. When he stepped into the main room, everything was dark and quiet. His eyes shown gold and glowed through the darkness as he moved toward the bedroom.

Did he accidentally try to summon me in his sleep?

"Al?" He asked quietly, pushing the door open so that he could see if Alastor was indeed sleeping.

Alastor was in bed, but he wasn't asleep. The covers, the duvet, everything was pushed off the bed and there was blood and claw marks in the sheets. Alastor was curled tightly in a ball, pressed against the headboard and shaking badly. His eyes glowed red in the dark and his ears were flat, cupping tightly to his head.

"Al..." Lucifer sighed.

He's having a panic attack...I thought he might actually call on me...maybe a part of him meant to, or I felt his distress…

Lucifer moved closer to the bed, bringing out his wings; knowing they had helped Alastor before...

But, when Lucifer came to just beside the bed, Alastor saw the outstretched wings...saw Lucifer reaching for him and he jerked back.

"Don't touch me!" He snapped; recoiling. His shadow shot from underneath the bed – lengthening and bristling protectively over its Master.

Lucifer immediately leant back, folding his wings to his sides.

Alastor's eyes widened...realizing...and he shook more - his own claws were digging gouges into his arms, he was gripping himself so tightly. His shadow readily retreated back.

"I'm sorry..." He gasped. "I...I just..."

"It's okay, Al. I- I've been through it before." Lucifer put away his wings, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Alastor's smile...it always made others question: if he were indeed mad.

Watching Alastor now though, Lucifer knew others would think him truly insane. His smile was stretched long and wide across his face – too long and wide - his teeth were clenched and he was baring his gums. His eyes were wide; shifting and crazy. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, gripping and releasing; moving them all over his body - cutting into his skin. His position was awkward, folded and bent tightly against himself.

"You're hurting yourself...did you know?" Lucifer asked him quietly. "Can you feel yourself doing that?"

"I-I..." Alastor's eyes squeezed shut, his lips trembling around pointed teeth. "I can feel..."

"What Al, what can you feel? Tell me." Lucifer was trying to encourage him to talk to him, to distract him.

"It feel likes...him...when it-when he" Alastor shuddered, tightening around himself more and dragging more cuts along his skin.

Fuck...not working.

"Is it the wound, Al...is it hurting you?" Lucifer asked him.

"No, it's....it's..." Alastor shifted, reluctantly lifting an arm away. The wound was glowing softly beneath the skin...like coals from a fire; ebbing and waning as Lucifer's residual power continued to work at the injury.

No wonder he was set off...he was nearly sliced and diced in half by the same holy power that's healing him now...he probably woke up in a cold sweat feeling that very power...seeing it's glow...and everything just teetered tottered from there... Me coming in with my wings really did the trick too.

Alastor shifted back, holding himself tight, shaking and saying nothing.

“What do you need, Al? How can I help?”

“I….I don’t know.” Alastor curled in on himself more; eyes pressing closed and claws digging into himself deeper.

Something...different then.

Lucifer smoothly shifted form, turning himself into an enormous white boa constrictor.

If Alastor noticed him change, he didn't react.

Lucifer's new snake form glided easily along the bed, he traced up the bedpost, winding and following the beam as he stretched along the headboard, his head and neck draping and curling down close to Alastor.

“You know...I know what it feels like...to feel yourself shattered...broken into a thousand crumbling pieces...”

Lucifer spoke to him, drifting closer still; hovering without quite touching Alastor yet.

“I know that feeling...of despair and anguish that swallows you whole...pulling you down with no hope for ever coming back.”

Lucifer flicked his snake tongue; touching Alastor's skin with it - testing his response. Alastor didn't flinch away at the brief contact, and Lucifer thought he may have noted a stutter in Alastor's trembling.

“To feel like....you can never be whole again...that you can never repair the damage that's been made done...”

Lucifer's snake form slowly and smoothly slid from the headboard; sliding across Alastor's heated and damp skin...curling around his neck.

Lucifer felt Alastor's shakes stop; felt Alastor tense as he sucked in a breath of air into his lungs.

Lucifer paused, waiting.

Alastor's shaking returned but...lessened. His breathing was changing...slowing; and he lifted his head.

He was responding.

Satisfied, Lucifer continued to wrap and coil himself all around Alastor's frame...gripping him tightly.

Alastor couldn't be tolerant to Lucifer's touch as he was before but this...this was different.

Something less...intimate somehow, though possibly maybe more... Lucifer's snake form brought touch with different sensations: his warm and smooth scales gliding soothingly across sweating skin, the muscles of this new body moving and contracting - offering only solace; no pressure of reciprocation or elicitation of anything sensual or provocative.

Alastor's shaking hitched again and he pulled in a slow and ragged breath, filling his chest. Lucifer felt tight and tense muscles relaxing beneath him; felt the shakes giving away to soft and infrequent tremors.

“But... you've been broken for some time... haven't you, radio demon. Someone did this to you...made you to feel...to be this way...”

Lucifer's form tightened and there was a release in Alastor that he could only have hoped for. A long breath shuddered out from Alastor and he finally released himself from the tight position he had been holding himself in, retracting the claws from his skin. Fresh blood and fresh tears touched Lucifer's scales.

“Let me make you feel whole again, Alastor. Let me help you to find...to pick up every single lost and broken piece that you've laid...fallen and shattered behind you. Let me help you to find...to remember where each one goes...where it belongs and let me help you finally...be everything you deserve and wish to be.”

Alastor fell apart in his coils...relinquishing himself fully and completely to the raw and visceral emotion of a surrender he never thought he'd find. Lucifer let him process everything: simply staying with him, holding him tightly.

Lucifer’s sharp and golden snake eyes pierced brightly in the dark; the entire length of his form curled and wrapped firmly to Alastor in the bed…refusing to allow Alastor to break from this madness after the fall.

The hotel still needed him.

Lilith still needed him.

Charlie still needed him.

Lucifer still needed him.

…and Lucifer meant to see him rise.

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Hours later; Lucifer laid awake in bed – back in his own room.

Once Alastor had recovered from the mental attack and had retreated again into shadow, Lucifer slid himself away – leaving him alone to his rest and his privacy.

Alastor’s recent shedding of his antlers was significant. Cervidae demons lost their antlers once they were fully out of a rut or when under great stress. Lucifer imagined Alastor’s experience was with both; and though his new antlers were already fully erupted – Lucifer recognized that Alastor would likely be much more reluctant to anything physical or intimate for some time.

This, and the simple fact that Lucifer just didn’t know where the fuck they were at with things right now, convinced Lucifer it best to leave. Lucifer might have found sleep for himself better had he had stayed…instead of wrestling with the decision here now, but he told himself that if Alastor truly needed him, he’d readily answer to his summons.

Still not having been anywhere close to finding sleep, Lucifer felt the change in the room – felt the coolness of shadows pressing in from the dark.

“Al?”

“Your wards allowed me in.” Alastor said quietly, voice cracking roughly as he materialized beside the bed.

“Of course they did, you are always welcome here.” Lucifer told him, sitting up. “Is there something that you need?”

“Yes…”

Alastor moved to the bed, lifting the covers to slide in beside Lucifer.

Surprised by this, Lucifer readily shifted; giving him room. When Alastor joined him in bed, pressing against him and pulling him to him; Lucifer realized Alastor was fully naked.

Alastor leaned over the King; lips pressing to his in a warm and slow kiss – clawed hands pulling him closer and curling into platinum locks.

Lucifer gently – reluctantly – detached himself, pulling himself away from the kiss.

“Al…I appreciate what you are trying to do here. I really do, but….you’re not even hard. It doesn’t all have to be about sex; I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like it did - and even with that all aside; haven’t you been through enough?”

“I said those things to you, knowing…that it would hurt.” Alastor told him. “It hasn’t just been about the sex, Luci…not for me…not for some time.”

“And, I feel the same way, Al but…I want us to do this right. I don’t want there to be anymore confusion or misunderstandings between us.”

“Then, we’ll talk…but, right now…I need you.” Alastor’s eyes shown red in the dark.

Lucifer swallowed; shaking his head. “You lost your antlers…I know what that means, Al.”

“I’ve told you before…” Alastor told him; reaching for Lucifer’s hand and pulling it with his – showing Lucifer the firmness that was twitching between his legs. “I can get it up, it just will require more coaxing now.”

Lucifer’s face reddened; understanding. “You’re still injured…”

“Hm, yes…” Alastor was pressing Lucifer’s hand to him; encouraging him to palm him there. “You should probably refrain from trying to split me in two, tonight.”

“Another night for that bedtime ritual then…” Lucifer breathed, feeling the twitching rise between his own legs now; and Alastor chuckled.

“Another night.” Alastor whispered his promise, pressing himself back to Lucifer.

This time, Lucifer gave in to the kiss; and they slowly became lost in each other’s embrace.

Lucifer gently licked and kissed at the fresh scar across Alastor’s chest, in a moment of tenderness. The remnants of Lucifer’s power within the healing wound responded, and Alastor felt a pleasurable thrumming beneath his skin; he shuddered at the sensation.

Alastor was incredibly…afraid.

He had never meant for himself to be made vulnerable to anyone again…least of all, the King of Hell. Why was it now, this intimacy – something he had not wanted, something he had avoided for so long – why was it that in these moments with Lucifer he felt truly…whole.

He wanted to recoil at the thought, the very notion…and surely if he foolishly pursued such yearnings of the heart; he would come out more sorely beaten and bruised than he could ever hope to imagine…

Still, there was the fear…not of the undesirable consequences but, of a missed plausibility.

What if; something that could be made real was here and Alastor let it slip away – let it fleetingly pass on by because he was much too coward; too miserably pathetic to seize something that could very well be here now…within his grasp.

He owed Lucifer his life…he owed Lucifer his faith….he owed Lucifer his courage.

It would take time…and there were secrets still kept in the dark, between them, waiting to be dealt with…

But, Alastor would tear down those walls…pulling each one down – piece by piece; until what remained…what he would give to Lucifer….was everything.

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The following evening…

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“Why are you up here?” Alastor asked; finding Lucifer at the roof of the new Hazbin Hotel; leaning over – staring at the rest of the Pride Ring in Hell and smoking a cigarette.

“Oh...shit, uh…” Lucifer quickly debated on tossing the stick but then knew he’d already been caught. “I can't let Charlie catch me with one of these...I-I never smoke.” He explained.

Alastor strolled over to him; eyebrow cocked. He was wearing his dress pants and dress shirt but no jacket or bowtie. The buttons to his shirt were undone at the collar and trailing to his chest. Alastor hated the dragging sensation that his shirt had against the healing wound; he was much more comfortable this way.

“Yeah..neither do I.” Alastor told him, leaning over to takes the cigarette from between Lucifer’s fingers and bringing it to his face for a long inhale. He exhaled, smoke curling from his mouth and he passed the stick back.

“So...what else are you doing up here?” Alastor asked Lucifer; looking out and across the cityscape with him.

“Just killing time, really. I've got that meeting with Lilith later tonight and I'm not really sure what her next move will be. We know that Adam's lieutenant was involved in their deal, that she’s survived… I imagine she’s already confronted Lilith but I really don’t know her plan is.”

“Lilith's been exceptional with anticipating most of Heaven's moves so far.” Alastor mused. “I'm sure she's got something in mind.”

Lucifer shrugged; taking a drag from the cigarette.

“Everyone involved in this has their hands in so many goddamned pots…it’s hard to keep it all straight anymore.” Lucifer sighed.

Alastor nodded; reaching for the cigarette again.

“The city…it’s quiet.” Alastor observed, changing the subject. “Much quieter than one would expect after a recent extermination.”

“The calm before the storm…I’m afraid.” Lucifer sighed, leaning back. “Everyone’s still processing…probably already planning and plotting. There will be a big upheaval with things around here after this, rest assured.” Lucifer pushed off away from the roof, tired of the view.

Slumping down; he slid his back against barrier – sitting down now.

“When is your meeting?” Alastor asked, joining him and giving him back the cigarette.

“Not for another few hours.” Lucifer told him, taking the stick back from him.

“You…uh,” Alastor swallowed and Lucifer looked at him, curious. “Well, you said we should talk…would you want to do that now?”

“Hm, yes.” Lucifer nodded; holding the cigarette between his lips and nodding. “But, hold on…I brought these.”

He leaned over; sliding a crate over that Alastor hadn’t noticed before. Reaching in, Lucifer pulled out a new, unopened bottle of the Sazerac they had both found that they liked. He handed it to Alastor then reached back in for two drinking glasses.

“Oh, you….clever devil.” Alastor hissed at him. “Was this a trap this whole time!?”

“Hey!” Lucifer pulled the cigarette from his mouth, tapping it. “Lilith is not the only one who can lay out well made plan, my friend.”

Lucifer placed the cigarette back into his mouth; taking the bottle from Alastor, he opened it and poured them both some booze.

“So...I propose a deal.” Lucifer announced; lifting Alastor’s glass. “No! Not a real deal. Stop looking at me like that...but, how about: you first tell me everything you're comfortable with regarding any less than savory relationships...sexual experiences, etc...that you have had; and I'll tell you everything about my fall from Heaven...then, we can delve into the nitty gritty; talking about what you and I actually want, what we expect from each other and yadda yadda.”

“Doesn't everyone kind of already know that story?” Alastor teased him.

“Some versions of it, yes…but, you’d be getting the one straight from the serpent’s mouth.” Lucifer flashed him a coy smile and offering him the drink.

“Fine.” Alastor begrudgingly agreed. “Give me that drink and light another one of those cigarettes.

Alastor and Lucifer talked.

Both shared things with each other that they never knew they could or would share with anyone ever again.

And, when they were done: they knew what they wanted from each other, what they meant to each other…and come what may: they knew they would face it...together.

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P.S. After talking, they drunkenly started making out on the roof of the hotel

P.S.S. Drunkenly making out may have led to more things…

P.S.S.S. Lucifer went to his meeting with Lilith and she teased him about his still-healing bite marks..

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Alastor x Sewing!Reader Pt.5

Chapter 6

"Alastor were you alright?" you asked The night was still awfully early compared to the last week you were there.

"I am alright darling, just feeling a little under the weather is all." Alastor was quick on his feet to come up with an excuse.

You were very shaken up after the dance and he wanted to get you away as soon as possible. In addition, many other men were looking a you.He felt protective of you in a way. Anyone who looked at you lustfully had a reserved daydream in Alastor's mind of being torn to shreds. Alastor wanted you to be all his. It was a silly thought and a foreign concept to him. He liked how kind you were and how you acted towards him.The pleasant conversations were an added bonus. He felt as though everything between you two was so natural and he could slightly let his guard down near you. Of course, he wouldn't utter a word about his jealousy being the reason the night ended short in case it upset you.

"oh goodness! When we get to my home I'll have to give you some medicine and tea!"

You were worried about your friend. What if he had gotten a cold from walking you home last week? The least you could do was ward it off a slight bit. Tonight you had learned your lesson and brought your own jacket so Alastor wouldn't freeze for you.

"Alastor, please come inside and join me for a cup of tea, at least enough to keep you warn on your walk home." You both were standing in the shops entrance. The truth was after your encounter you didn't want to be left alone.

"Hm, just one and I'll be on my way."

Inside the shop Alastor made a note of the flowers on your center table in the middle of the store. You made all the surrounding garments to match. Smiling at this he promised himself he wouldn't forget to give you new flowers at the beginning of the week.

You both walked further into the store to a door Alastor didn't notice before.

"Sorry if it's messy at all, I have had a very busy week and not much time to clean." You knew your home wasn't messy one bit but wanted to break the silence. There wasn't enough time spent there for it to be messy

"You are an awfully busy person Y/N, I think I can excuse it just this once."

You sat Alastor in your small living room, joining him after the kettle was on the stove.

He took notice of your home while you were away. It was neat in its own way. Your home definitely reflected that you were a busy person. Random sheets of numbers and sketches sat in a neat pile on the coffee table. There were books sorted by author and series but stacked haphazardly on a book shelf. The room had three windows with a nice view of the city below. He could even see the radio tower from one window.

"Do you have a tea preference?" you asked unsure.

"What do you have?" Alastor had certain tastes but wanted make sure he wasn't asking too much of you. He wanted to revel in your kindness, for it to be all his. Yet, he didn't want to take advantage of you. It was odd because typically he doesn't mind using others for his own gain.

"Green, chai, black, earl..." you rattled off.

"Chai sounds delightful"

"Perfect! Its my favorite."

It worked well for the evening to wind you both down.

"Y/N?" Alastor asked catching your attention, "how do you stay warm? You have no furnace."

"Oh!" the question caught you by surprise. Sometimes you forget that most homes have fireplaces. Your building wasn't originally meant to be a home and therefore didn't have one. "I have plenty of quilts that I stack. Plus, the oven typically warms this whole place up!"

The kettle went off and you got up to steep yours and Alastor's tea. On the way back you brought the tea, honey, sugar and two quilts. You assumed Alastor was cold and that was why he asked about a non existent furnace.

Alastor had asked the question so maybe you would think he was cold and sit close er to him. He absolutely enjoyed the feeling of you on his arm while walking.

You sat the tea, honey, and sugar on the coffee table then handed him one of the quilts you had made. It was a simple pastel blue with hints of floral fabric.

Instead if grabbing the quilt, Alastor reached underneath to grab your hand and gently led you to sit on the loveseat next to him. You both settled under your respective blankets. You reached for you tea, adding 2 cubes of sugar and a spoonful of honey. Alastor however reached for your stationary hand. He held it without a word, acknowledging nothing.

You didn't say anything either. He was such a gentleman to you! There was no point in ruining a friendship with nonsensical words.

Even after your tea was finished you and Alastor continued to talk about the world around you. He appreciated your ability to find beauty in the world and you appreciated how he could hold a meaningful intelligent conversation.

The entire time you both continued to hold hands. No words were mentioned but Alastor would casually make sure you wouldn't forget your hands were intertwined with his. He grabbed your second hand as soon has the tea was finished. He later then rubbed his thumb across your knuckles every once in a while while you were talking. Whenever you got passionate about a topic he would hold them both close together and bring them towards his lips for a light kiss.

By the time the two of you noticed the time, it was far too late for Alastor to walk home. You insisted he spend the night to which he reluctantly agreed. In all honesty he was excited to be spending all the time he could with you.

You ran down the stairs and into your spare room and grabbed a set of pajamas you hadn't sold for him to put on. They were dark red a fleece lined.

"These are the most comfortable clothes I have ever put on Y/N" he was astonished with the quality and comfort.

"Keep them darling!"

You and Alastor played the game of who would sleep where. He was willing to take your love seat but he was a guest, you wouldn't allow it. Additionally, neither of you fit on that seat comfortably.

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felice-jaganshi · 9 months ago

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His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 8

Rosie joined them in the parlor with a tray of tiny sandwiches and a pot of tea. “Alright Alastor, what seems to be the problem? You know I don't normally do relationship advice for free.”

He sighed, and his eyes gave an apologetic look alongside his smile. “I know my dear, I can offer a few other souls under my command if you desire. But I am in a rather unusual situation.” He motioned towards Zariah, who was just happily sipping the tea that was poured for her, tails swishing lazily.

Rosie looked at her, “I'm gonna need a little more explanation than that Alastor. You know you're ace right?”

Zariah's ears perked up and she raised her hand slightly, “so am I!”

He raised an eyebrow, “what does me being exceptional have to do with… this arrangement I've found myself in?” He was genuinely confused, but Zariah decided to help.

“Oh! Ace is short for Asexual in this case! A term for those who don't experience sexual attraction. Some can still enjoy those kinds of encounters to please their partner, while others are completely repulsed by the idea of participating. I'm in the second category, too many fluids, ick.” She scrunched her face, then went back to sipping her tea like nothing was said.

Rose nodded, “ah, alright, then maybe you two won't be that bad of a match after all. You're quite the well informed little thing aren't ya?”

Zariah purred at the compliment, “thank you, ma'am. Did Al bring me here because you're good at relationship advice?”

“That's right sweetie! Now, what kind of relationship are we looking at here?”

“Well, she claims to be in love with me, but I have my doubts about these claims. I own her soul, but I feel she got more out of the deal than I realized, and I'm more than a little angry about it.”

Rosie raised an eyebrow, “really now? She got the upper hand on you? Now that is surprising.” She turned her attention back to Zariah, “do you really love him dear?”

Zariah nodded, “I'd do anything for him. I already told him all I want is platonic affections, but he doesn't seem to believe me. I mean, I'd like cuddle time and mayyybe a few forehead or cheek kisses. But I'm not gonna force him into any of that if he doesn't like touching.”

Alastor sighed and pet the top of her head, causing her to purr. “She does seem to enjoy physical affection quite a bit. So I suppose I am inclined to believe that part.”

“Oh, I did think of something else that might upset you that I should tell you about. But, how comfortable are you with Auntie Rosie knowing the details of our deal?” She looked up at Alastor.

He pulled his hand back, “Ah, dear. Of course you would. I'm starting to expect this from you.” She could tell he wanted to grimace despite his smile. “Well, go ahead. There's nothing about our deal that she could use against me.” He tried to sound confident and unbothered, but she kept surprising him at every turn.

She nodded and made the chain from their soul deal appear. It was still a collar around her neck, but this time, it was a mix of green and blue, and the other half was shackled to his wrist. Alastor looked at it with wide eyes. He was screaming inside his head, and a screeching radio static could be heard coming from him.

Rosie looked worried as well, “Oh my… that's no good. Zariah, what kind of deal did you make?”

“He owns my soul, and he has to be my protector and caretaker.”

Rosie sighed, looking relieved “Is that all? Alright. Sweetie, mind if Alastor and I talk alone for a while? Let me have you wait in another room for a bit.”

Zariah looked at Alastor, who was still staring at the shackle and seemingly broken. She nodded and made it disappear.

“Okay… maybe I should have kept this to myself…” She felt terrible, she'd hurt him so much lately, when all she wanted to do was make him happy… there had to be something she could do right. Right?

Once she was put aside, Rosie looked at Alastor, and sighed. He was still staring at his wrist even though the chain was gone. The screeching had stopped at least.

She walked over to him and waved her hand in front of his face, “Alastor, wake up.” He blinked and looked up at her.

“Rosie, I don't know how this happened.”

“I know dear, but it'll be fine. I'll help you however you need, but first I need to know what you want.” She put a hand on one of his hands, kneeling next to his chair. He looked at her, his only real friend in hell. The one person he could actually trust in this nightmare of a place.

“I… don't know what I want. Her powers are extremely useful to me… and she's a delight to be around when she's not stressing me to the point of madness.”

Rosie nodded, “does she make you feel warm and fluttery inside?”

He nodded back, “sometimes…” He gripped a hand at his stomach, remembering how he felt when she healed him, and how she felt in his arms carrying her, and how soft her fur and hair were…

“Hm, then I think you care really deeply for her. Only you can put a name to it, but my instincts say it might be some form of love.” His nose wrinkled for a second as she said this.

“Now don't give me that look, you know there's different kinds of love. Like our friendship, I'm comfortable saying I love ya. And so is she. I think she wanted you to be attached to her so she can care for you. She seems to be a romantic at heart from what I can tell. Now, I'm gonna let you think for a bit about your feelings, and I'm gonna go learn more about her and see if you two really are compatible or not.”

She patted his hand and got up.

He was left alone with the finger sandwiches, and started snacking while left with his thoughts. What is it that he felt for her? She was just supposed to be a pet. Something to play with like Husker and Nifty. But… she was so unapologetically sincere and kind. She was also weak and innocent. A proper gentleman protects and cares for those who are weaker. He hadn't really lost any control or power. He needed to care for her to keep her around as well to use her powers when he needed them… Ah, he really was being silly, wasn't he? She hadn't done anything to deserve his animosity, he truly was being an ass. He needed to fix things, he supposed.

By the time Rosie came back out with Zariah, the entire plate of snacks were gone. “Alright, Alastor. Turns out you got yourself one hell of a catch here and you better not lose her. She's probably the only woman who can handle you, seeing as you have a lot of similarities with her ex. So you two enjoy your queer platonic relationship, and actually talk about your feelings.” She looked at the plate and rolled her eyes, “ugh, you'd eat me out of house and home if you ever stayed for dinner with your appetite! Go on, you and I can talk later about payment for the help. Just call it an owed favor for now.”

He stood up and bowed, “Ladies, I'm sorry I made such a fool of myself earlier. I fear I must admit, there's something going on that has had me out of sorts lately. I promise to get a better handle on myself.”

Zariah smiled and walked over, hugging him as soon as he straightened back up.

“I know. It's okay Al, we'll get through this together.” She purred, and he felt that warm fuzziness again. And he felt less sore… was she healing him?! Is that what the “butterflies” feeling was all along?! Oh thank god that made more sense. He sighed and smiled softly, hugging her back. He didn't usually like touch, but… he could make her an exception. Sometimes.

Rosie smiled, “aww, that's just adorable! If you can really learn to trust each other, you two really will stand the test of time.”

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sketchfanda · 9 months ago

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A Little Moxxie Love:Morningstar Delights

Ask anyone in Hell Especially within all of the pride circle, from Imp city to pentagram city what the biggest joke around was? And chances are the more cynical nihilists and sinners would tell you it was Princess Charlemagne Morningstar’s (Charlie to those of a more intimate, affectionate and informal nature) personal pet passion project, The Happy Hotel (or Hazbin depending who you asked). Really a hotel for rehabiltating and redeeming sinners to get them into Heaven? The very idea was to some a bad punchline but all the same she herself believed in it wholeheartedly.

Call her a naive dreamer or a hopeless fool, it was her dream and she felt any sinner could be redeemed. But of course she ahd some people who even if they didn't quite share the sentiments, they were more than ready to be ride or die for the princess of hell. Particularly and especially her girlfriend Vagatha, or Vaggie as she preferred, even if she did wish Charlie would downplay her whole vibe of being what basically happened if Hell had a Disney princess. But Vaggie loved Charlie of course and she was more often than not willing to do whatever was asked of her...but sometimes she wondered if this was a case where she definitely had to put her foot down and just say NO, absolutely not!!

Vaggie:*Blushing up a storm as Charlie was busy adjusting her ensemble. The lacey white lingerie hugging her figure quite generously.*"Seriously, how did I let you talk me into this again? Right about now I'd actually rather be stuck in a room with Angel...and that's saying something..."*Oh she already knew the answer of course. It's because she could never say no to Charlie especially when she flashed those big ol' puppy eyes of hers.*

Charlie:*her ever present energetic grin on her sunny face as she finished, looking her girlfriend and herself over. Her own black lace lingerie really highlighting her alabaster complexion and making for a matching compliment to her lover.* "Vag, I guarantee it, once you meet and get to know this guy, you're gonna adore him. After all, wouldn't you like to rub it in Angel's face if he ever again asked you "if you had to pick a dude?" *Charlie wasn't surprised to find Vaggie mull it over of course, knowing it'd be one of her few spiteful perks just to stick it to Angeldust. Plus this was all on the downlow so no risk of gossip save for a select few sworn to secrecy...under penalty of death, because come on, this is Lucifer and Lilith's little princess after all!!*

Well the death penalty was more Alastor's idea...or a joke, it was ll the same with the Radio Demon host, but he assured any and everyone under the roof of the Hotel would keep their knowledge if any about this secret as can be. Yes somehow even Nifty would be on her best behaviour as the couple turned their heads to a knock on the door, signalling their secret guest had arrived and on time with a few minutes to spare, talk about punctual. Charlie giving herself and her girlfriend a quick look over in their rather stylish lacey lingerie ensembles, snow white for Vaggie and silky midnight black for herself, she had originally wanted to try something like naughty nun outfits but her girlfriend vetoed that option. Mainly because the one eyed girl knew her self control would lose itself at the sight of the princess of hell in such a thing, God help her....

Charlie:*eagerly clapping with excitement as she went over to answer, opening to greet none other than Millie and Moxxie, the latter looking like he'd be walking the Green Mile and the former well as spunky and feisty as ever.*"Hiiiiiii, so wonderful to see you guys here safe and sound, I hope it wasn't too much trouble?"*Greeting and welcoming the pair into the room like the chipper hostess she was as she closed the door behind them, locking it up after putting out a do not disturb sign of course. No uncomfortable silence left hanging in the air as the Wrath imp spoke up in response.*

Millie:”Ooh not at all though uuuh Angeldust and your cleaning lady did try flirting with Moxxie but can’t say I’m not flattered, jsut can’t get sidetracked now can we?”*She and Charlie shared an amused giggle while Moxxie just blushed recalling that brief encounter. Oh yes the porn star snd the shortstack cyclops we’re about as subtle and direct as getting hide on the side of the skull with a gold brick. The imp of course did his best not stare too much at the princess of hell who was hot as all well,you know, in ehr lingerie. Which was mission impossible of course given Vaggie was in a similar matching set of her own, looking stunning in spite of her own conflicted expression.*

Vaggie of course rolled her eyes at the antics of her girlfriend snd the spunky little imp who she conspired with to make this little arrangement happen. Frankly it was an infernal miracle they got anyone in the hell to agree to a nondisclosure agreement, after all the tabloids especially the Vox media would have a field day about the scandal of the princess of hell and her fallen angel lover having a four way with a married pair of imps!! Seemed even Alastor was willing to look the other way, that grinning radio voodoo troll, so that was a small relief. The one eyed Latino girl clearing her thoughts as she decided to help ease Moxxie of any sense of doubt or discomfort he was doubtless having about this.

Vaggie:”Yeah hey listen I know this might be a weird enough situation but hey best we can do is try and enjoy it, right?” *She had to admit, the imp was a plenty easy on the eyes at least. Not to mention he wasn’t some pretentious blowhard trying to play Casanova in spite of having reputation for really getting around. Seems his wife was one very kinky imp as she and Charlie watched any possible interaction pending between their significant others with eagerness and anticipation.*”Alright you two, settle down and let’s just get this show on the road huh?” *The Hispanic angel quipped good naturedly as she and Charlie went to sit on the edge of the queen sized bed. Poses casual yet sultry as they waited for Moxxie to come join them, the sweet little possum looking nervous but accepting his fate as he began to strip down to his boxers.*

Millie squirmed with giddy delight and skyrocketing arousal as she anticipated what was sure to be a quite the show. Vaggie and Charlie humming and aweing as they took in admiring view of Moxxie’s body, for such a runty guy he wasn’t a skinny twig boy that was for sure. Hell he hand a body that could look good especially when cross dressing, that was a level of sexy few could pull off. His modesty maintained only by his boxers as he joined them on the bed, sitting in between the couple as he felt like a mouse cornered by a pair of hungry cats.

Naturally Charlie felt it was natural to seize some initiative and set the mood to ease their little gentleman’s anxiety,as she and Vaggie slid off of their mattress seat to have their faces level with crotch. Kneeling on the floor as they grasped the waistband of his boxers to tug them down swiftly, eyes widening as Charlie gasped in awe while Vaggie felt her jaw drop. They’d seen plenty of dicks, more than they really ever wanted or needed to thanks to Angel’s bright idea of sharing some of his work for show and tell, but even the few imps on screen hadn’t been packing like this!! If anything they had to wonder how Moxxie wasn’t making a living as a porn with length and girth like this, Christ on a stick even that douchebag Adam would feel like an inadequate pencil dick if he ever saw this cock.

Before Vaggie herself eben realised it, she was finding herself stroking and jerking off that alpha male shaft hand in hand with Charlie and performing a tandem fellatio on the imp. Angelic and demonic lips and tongues assaulting that veiny piece of womb hammering infernal heaven with licks kisses as they sucked and blew on it from tip to balls. Millie shamelessly plunging her hands down the front of her pants as she flicked her bean with voyeuristic relish as the princess of hell and her lover got acquainted with her Moxxie, his groans music to her ears and knowing it was omly going to get better from here. Especially once the duo took off their bras, exposing their quite stunning sets of tits and began to give her hubby a boob job.

She was right of course as the room was soon filled with the erotic rhythm of skin slapping on skin and the music of moans of rapture and ectasy. The shortstack wrath imp filled naked and playing with herself as she soaked her seat with her sweat and juices but not as much as Moxxie was making on the bedsheets. The imp on his back as Charlie sat in his face, using his horns ago steady herself as she rode on his tongue while Vaggie howled lustfully as she bounced snd rode that twitching cock. Her ash skinned booty jiggling and clapping with every impact against those smooth red balls as she and Charlie kissed, making out as their tongues danced while their bodies were rocked with the pleasure of this lewd round of taboo fun. Orgasms hitting them one after another and it was only going to be wilder.

From Moxxie fucking one of them doggy or missionary while eating the other out to taking turns one on one when the other needed to recover, it was the kind of action Valentino couldn’t choreograph into any of his trashy smut. Which only got more intense once Millie jumped into the fray literally and figuratively as the show before her got her all good and horny. The misfit staff and guests of the Hazbin Hotel blinking as they felt the building shake, the muffled echoes of this secret foursome heard throughout. And it showed no signs of stopping as they went from noon to sunset, then all night long until sunrise when it finally became quiet.

The morning rays of what passed for a sun in Hell cast a warm glow in the room, which itself looks like a tornado had passed through it. A pile of bodies consisting of two imps , a demon princess and a fallen angel basking in the afterglow as Millie laid atop her man and the princess and her lover spooned him, snuggling him like a plush toy. Vaggie thinking that sure, her girlfriend was one for her wild ideas but when they worked out, they worked out. So if Charlie ever asked if she’d uo for a repeat performance like this? She’d down for it as bad as Husk was for a bottle of cheap booze.

Now of course here was hoping that word of this never got around to Lucifer, sure the guy was accepting of her and Charlie together but it could be hard to tell what crossed the line for him. Besides which, no way they were letting a hair be harmed on Moxxie’s sweet little head, you didn’t get an imp dick like this every lifetime. To say nothing of what Millie would do, it was said she had quit the temper. God himself would certainly not want her on a warpath, that’s for sure…

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