#and angel finds it so cute when he wakes husk up and goes to tease him about it his mind is just totally blank

[alikestory]

okay. not sure it looks like a straight line between my last post about hazbin hotel and this but. it isn't. hold on i need to remember the name of this comic in order to justify my actions. :v

right it's sad girl space lizard if you read any of the words in this post let it be those

so i was reading that in the airport bc i have it on my phone and was like, it would be fun to draw smut in a cartoony style like that. (there's only one brief sex scene in that comic btw. let's set some expectations. :v )

which is. i think i mentioned that line of thinking before re: hazbin hotel but i don't remember specifically what i was saying about it. ANYWAY. the point of this post (all that was the prologue. "david foster wallace, WHERE is the sex???" we're getting there.) is that i have come up with a storyline for some angel/husk doujinshi which has almost no plot. shocking for me to have any idea without a long and convoluted plot attached to it. i even thought i should add one and then was like SHUT THE FUCK UP.

would i actually draw such a thing. well. let's look at the facts.

i don't draw in a cartoony style. not like i'm the master of Real Human Anatomy but i've gotten into drawfee lately and am an enjoyer of the running joke(?) in which julia cannot draw any cartoon character, which is funny because of how good she is at drawing generally. and i'm like. would that be me. oh my god WOULD THAT BE ME. i'd walk into the ocean never to be seen again. in general i hate drawing fanart bc i'm like. i can't make them hot enough. although (tangent) in 2019 and/or early 2020 (when we still had hope in our hearts) i started a tokyo babylon doujinshi that i stilllll want to one day finish (there's also a longer one that i had an outline written for that i really like) and i'm like. in general i like what i drew so far except I Could Make Seishirou So Much Hotter Now. u____u

this is all a lie. have i watched Masquerade more than ten times? YES. small tangent (i could go on a waaaaayy longer one you have no idea but i won't) CHARLIE IS SO FUCKING CUTE. back when i was in [hometown, redacted] we were watching some episodes in the background while playing board games and even though Z and Fox had been telling me about this show for ages actually seeing some of it is what finally got me to watch it. Specifically Charlie's song in the first episode (A Happy Day In Hell or w/e) because she's SOOO CUUUUTEEEEE. she's so precious ;___; and hopeless ;____; AND DOING HER BEST AND I LOVE HER SO MUUUUCHHHHH.

that wasn't what i was going to say. :v so i got. this job(?) i've been wanting for YEEEEEARSSSSSS. (shortbox comic fair) I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT. HONESTLY. I FLUCTUATE WILDLY between being so hype and i SHOULD BE and i WANT TO BE and i really like the comic i'm doing for it. but it's so long and i have a couple other comic projects i've committed to and even if i hadn't

i won't have time to work on Blackout City until it's done

unimaginable levels of Homesick At Summercamp vibes from me. (i was thinking "wait isn't that the name of a song" and it's space camp and it's by fall out boy but that's NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT)

I MISS MY BOYS SO MUCH AND I WANT TO DRAW SO I KEEP COMING UP WITH NEW PROJECTS BC I'M TOO UPSET TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I ALREADY HAVE THE NEXT THREE THUMBNAILED ALREADY AND I NEED TO MAKE A HIATUS POST BUT I JUST CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO POST IT

anyway should i draw angel and husk from hazbin hotel fucking

[cryptidghostgirl]

*Shuffles in* HEWWWOO

I GOT ANOTHER (I'm so sorry) Alastor x Chubby!Reader 😔

(This might seem weird and so so strange but I swear it's not perverted and shouldn't be seen as such)

Magic is in hell, yeah??? SOOO what if Alastor tries to his dark voodoo sprinkle magic but IT BACKFIRES or something while he tries to fix that one wall in the show that keeps getting destroyed or helping charlie with something 🤔 and he turns into A KID BUT A HUMAN KID BACK WHEN HE WAS ALIVE and everyone kinda justs bombards him with questions and comments (not Husk in the background smirking because Alastor is an asshole to him so he's planning all the ways he can get his revenge, Charlie freaking out, Angel cooing at his cuteness, vaggie cursing up a storm, niffty sulking because he's no longer a bad boy) and I would imagine that child Alastor is kinda like '🥹who are all these weird creatures, where am I, where's momma' ...😭 chaos ensues, Alastor just wants his momma so he's crying as loud as he can because 'I'm lost' (HES A MOMMAS BOY AND I FEEL AS A KID HE WAS INNOCENT AND SWEET) the hazbin hotel residents immediately try to calm him down but he only gets louder THEN LIKE AN ACTUAL ANGEL here comes reader back from shopping or waking up and is welcomed to all the commotion, and after making her presence known Alastor just sniffles at her, tears streaming down his face 😢 reader immediately going to tiny Alastor to help and tiny Alastor who thinks reader is a fairy? Angel?? Goddess?? Some warm welcoming figure that he's gonna marry (like playground kids sometimes do??) so he's calming when she goes to help him,' he's been kidnapped' looking back at the hazbin gang, more tears coming, reader immediately going into caretaker mode and cares for him throughout the whole ordeal, while Alastor gushes about his momma or talkinging readers ear off about anything and everything (Charlie figures out it only lasts all day somehow) so Alastor sticks with reader and helps her with her duties at the hotel, never leaving her side, at the end of the day before he goes to bed

Angel teases tiny Alastor about reader being his mommy que reader blushing and sputtering from reader only for Alastor to turn to Angel with disgust and determination on his face to proudly announce to Angel that reader is gonna be HIS WIFE INSTEAD only for husk to scoff in the background and says something about Alastor being a smiley freak or something for Alastor to doubt that reader will marry him, that thats never gonna happen, only for reader to kiss Alastor on the forehead and declare that that doesn't change anything because Alastor has always owned her heart, something sweet???? To reassure kid Alastor then reader takes Alastor to his hotel room to sleep, to later on in the night to sneak into readers bed because 'momma cuddles with me till I fall asleep', sleepy cuddles, soothing humming for child Alastor to ask before he falls asleep if reader really will marry him when he's older and Reader half asleep herself and full of love for the man he'll grow to be says yes, but to take her out first or get her flowers ya know???

When reader wakes the next morning to flowers surrounding her bed and her favorite breakfast presented to her with a bashful adult Alastor saying he's kept his side of the deal now its readers turn, readers faces lights up and smiles big enough to hurt her cheeks and they date and get married ☺️😣

(I'm sorry it's a weird request and soooooo fucking long but .....please..)

A/N I literally love you and your requests. Hi. Also I am making her a rabbit again because I feel like that would be something that a kid would not find scary and would be very excited about as a demon form.

Mishap of Magic (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Nothing except that Alastor is a little kid for most of this fic.

Word Count: 3,463

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It wasn't the first time it had happened to Alastor but, it had certainly been a while since the last time he'd had to deal with such an issue. Magic was a fickle thing, obstinate at the best of times. He had found a certain agreement of sorts with the metaphysical but, it still backfired on occasion.

Alastor had been trying to fix the wall -- the fucking wall. Somehow, every time there was an issue with the hotel, this same exterior wall was involved. It was inconceivable and deeply irritating, especially now that it had been the trigger. Alastor could feel the world shifting, feel himself shrinking and then, nothing.

"Uh, what the fuck?" Vaggie broke the silence, stress seeping into her voice.

"Oh my gosh! Vaggie!" Charlie exclaimed, grabbing onto her girlfriend's arm and shaking it violently, a bright smile lighting up her face, "He looks like a little kid!"

"Damn," Angel laughed lightly, "who woulda guessed the strawberry pimp was actually a cute at one point in time."

Alastor looked around in confusion. A tangle of limbs, wild creatures and bright colors. Husk smirked, trying to hold a derisive laugh at bay as he placed a bottle on the shelf of the bar.

"Charlie," Vaggie sighed, turning to her overexcited partner who at the moment was cooing over how small Alastor had become, "you do realize we have to change him back."

All the joy fell from Charlie's face in an instant.

"Hey, uh, little guy?" Pentious began, awkwardly advancing towards Alastor, "You wouldn't happen to know how we can fix this? I-"

"Stay away!"

His voice was small and shrill, panicked as Alastor backed away from Pentious' advancement. Sir Pentious stopped in his tracks and Charlie let go of Vaggie, coming up beside him.

"It's okay, Alastor." she said in a tone of voice that was trying very hard to be everything except for panicked, which is what it actually was, "He's not going to attack you.''

It became evident almost immediately that that had in fact been the wrong thing for Charlie to say. Alastor's eyes filled with sudden tears.

"Where... stay away from me!" he exclaimed, "My momma told me not to talk to strangers."

Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a glance and Charlie sighed.

"We're not strangers, we're you're friends. I am Charlie, that is Vaggie, Husk is in the bar, this is Angel, and here is Sir Pentious. Remember?"

"I don't know any of you scary things!" Alastor exclaimed, tears beginning to drip from his wide, wet eyes and roll down his cheeks, "I... I want my mommy. Where is my mommy?"

"Oh! No no no!" Charlie exclaimed, trying to reach a comforting hand out to the child but he backed away again.

"Where is my mama!" he yelled, now absolutely sobbing, "I want... I want..."

He sniffled, trying to catch his breath as he looked frantically around the room. Charlie turned to Vaggie, pulling at her hair.

"What do we do!" she asked her girlfriend who shrugged, as much at a loss of how to handle the situation as her partner was.

"Man, if I 'da known he was this cute and... and frail under that whole persona all along." Angel sighed wistfully, crossing his lower set of arms.

This time Husk really couldn't stop the laugh that left him. Before anyone could ask what was so funny, if he knew anything about what was going on, the doors to the hotel opened and Y/n waltzed in. Her arms were laden with bags and she wore a bright, sunny smile.

"Al!" she called out, closing the door gently behind her, "You'll never guess what I found at the market!"

"Um, Y/n?" Sir Pentious tentatively began, taking a step towards her as she turned to the group.

"Fresh strawberries!"

As her eyes fell on the scene before her, the smile fell from her face, replaced with an expression of alarm. The bags fell from her grasp, spilling groceries across the floor as she rushed to the young Alastor's side. His mouth was slightly open, tears still falling openly from his eyes, as she crouched before him. The white skirt of her dress pooled gently on the floor around her feet as she raised a handkerchief to his face, gently patting his cheeks with its edge.

"What on earth is going on?" she asked softly, her voice laced delicately with concern.

"Well, Alastor was fixing the wall and then he just... poofed? I don't know! We don't know what happened and we don't know how to fix it and he keeps asking for his mom and... and... and..." Charlie trailed off, looking around helplessly at her companions.

Y/n's gentle gaze never once left Alastor's. She smiled softly at him.

"I see, are you lost?"

Alastor nodded weakly, sniffing once.

"And there are all these big scary monsters around!" he told her.

"Ah, I see." Y/n sagely replied, "Am I a big scary monster too?"

She didn't mean it in any way except as an attempt to assess the situation further. Alastor's cheeks flushed slightly pink as he shook his head, looking away bashfully. Y/n smiled softly, turning his face gently back to her.

"Would you like to stay with me until we can figure out what is going on?"

The tears had stopped now and Alastor nodded enthusiastically. Y/n dabbed the last remains of saltwater from his cheeks, slipping the handkerchief into her pocket. In a single, swift and practiced motion, Y/n lifted Alastor up, resting him on her hip. His hands immediately went to one of her floppy ears, running his little hands over it in awe.

"Bunny." he stated and Y/n nodded.

"Yeah, I am just like a bunny, okay?"

Alastor met her eyes.

"You're pretty like a bunny too!" he announced proudly and Y/n felt her cheeks grow slightly warm.

"Ah, what a little charmer." she noted, tapping his nose lightly and Alastor giggled.

"How are you so good with him?" Angel asked and Y/n turned towards him as Alastor continued to fiddle with her ear.

"What do you mean?"

"He just kept crying when we were trying to help."

Y/n shrugged slightly.

"I was the oldest growing up. I always had to take care of my baby cousins and stuff like that. Besides, little kids are the sweetest a this age!"

Angel's eyes flicked between Y/n and her enthusiasm and little Alastor who seemed absolutely awestruck in her arms.

"Yeah." he scoffed, "That is all it is."

"Now, Alastor." Y/n hummed, turning to face the boy who immediately met her gaze, his earnest air only endearing her to him further, "I have some work to get done, I cook here at the hotel. Do you want to come help me?"

"Uh-huh." he nodded vigorously and Y/n smiled.

"Well, that's a relief cause, you know, I could really use your help."

"Really?"

Alastor's eyes lit up at the notion, that she needed him, that it wasn't just an empty offer.

"Yeah I could." Y/n confirmed, "How else am I supposed to know if the fruit is ripe or the meal is good if you don't try it for me first?"

Alastor giggled and Y/n turned, glancing at her bags still splayed out on the floor.

"Pen, can you help me with these?"

Immediately, the snake demon agreed, grabbing the fallen produce and placing it back into the bags before hoisting them onto his shoulders. The trio had made it about halfway across the lobby to the service door that lead to the kitchen when Y/n paused, looking back at Charlie over her shoulder.

"Charls, I'd quiz Husk about this if I were you." she advised gently, "He seems far too pleased at the situation to not know exactly what is going on."

The day sped by in a whirl of something akin to unbound joy. It was a peaceful reminder of the person she had been to take care of Alastor like this. They had always been close, he didn't own her soul or anything but Y/n and Alastor had been friends for years. When he had asked her to come help out at the hotel, she had jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him after so many years.

Despite their closeness, neither knew all too much about the other. There was always an unspoken barrier of sorts in the way. For Y/n, it was a mild attraction to the man. He was a moralist at heart with a strict code completely of his own he always stuck to and Y/n admired him for that. She wasn't sure what the disconnect was on Alastor's side but, in the moment, she didn't care. She had learned more about the man through this strange experience than she had ever hoped to, it was a gift.

It was his capacity for love, she realized as she lead him into the lobby to say his goodnights. Y/n had never realized how deeply Alastor cared about the people in his life or the world around him, he hid it so well as an adult. Child Alastor had no pretenses, he was completely and entirely himself with nothing held back. In a weird way, it almost strengthened the feelings she had for him as an adult, being allowed to experience him like this.

All day, he had trailed after her, doing his absolute best to complete every task she assigned him and talking all the while about how much he loved his home and his mom. It was sweet, it was endearing, it was verging on dangerous. Y/n tried not to think about it as she held his small hand.

The pair came to a stop by the bar where the rest of the hotel's residents were sharing a drink. Charlie had found out earlier from Husk that this change in Alastor should only last a day and Y/n found herself nearly morose at the idea. She loved Alastor as a man, respected him, but he lost that openness he had had as a child, she realized. It was a shame that come sunrise, she wouldn't be able to have such open communication with the man again, a shame that the only open communication she would ever have with him was when he was a child incapable of adult though. Y/n squeezed his hand gently.

"Let's say goodnight, okay?"

Alastor looked doubtfully up at Y/n, still put off by the rest of the gang.

"They're your friends, I promise. Would I lie to you?"

Alastor thought it over before shaking his head slightly. He turned to face the group.

"Good night." he announced, his voice trembling just the slightest bit.

"Good job." Y/n hummed and Alastor smiled in pride.

"Damn, is this how you guys always are?" Angel laughed, taking a sip from his drink, evidently already intoxicated, "I mean, I knew you were friends before you came here, but are you always such a mom to him?"

"No!" Y/n indignantly replied, her cheeks flushing slightly pink, "We're just friends."

"Nah," Angel smirked after a moment, "you're totally his mom."

Y/n opened her mouth to reply when Alastor let go of her hand, stepping in front of her with his hands on his hips.

"Y/n is not my mom." he insisted to Angel who raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, then what is she?" the spider demon asked and Y/n glared at him.

"Y/n is the prettiest ever and when I grow up she's gonna be my wife!" Alastor proudly announced, "She is nice and gives the best hugs."

Angel and Husk both broke out into peals of laughter.

"Like you could land a girl like her." Husk scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Alastor asked, his words slurring slightly together from exhaustion.

"Hate to break it to you kid, but when you grow up, your creepy ass could never."

Alastor frowned deeply at this remark. He looked back at Y/n, his eyes bleeding helplessness. She felt her heart crack and crouched down beside him. Tucking his hair behind his ears, Y/n placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Don't listen to Husk." she smiled gently at him, "You have always had a place in my heart."

Alastor's face lit up at this and he turned back to Husk. Taking Y/n's hand back in his, he stuck his tongue out at the cat demon who rolled his eyes in response.

Once up in Alastor's room, Y/n tucked him in to bed and told him a story. Alastor's sleepy eyes struggled to stay open and when she moved to leave, it took some convincing to make him let go of her arm. With promises she would see him first thing in the morning, Y/n let the door close gently behind her and let out a sigh. She had forgotten how much work kids could be, she was exhausted.

She had barley made it back to her room, barley crawled into bed, when there was a soft knock at her door. With a sigh, she threw the covers from her legs and walked to the door, opening it with an irritated expression which softened the moment she saw who stood on the other side.

"What's going on, honey?" she asked, crouching down to Alastor's level and cupping his cheek gently in her soft hand.

"I can't sleep." he bashfully replied, "Momma cuddles me until I fall asleep."

"I see." Y/n hummed, getting to her feet and stepping to the side so he could enter.

Alastor looked up at Y/n in doubt and she gave him a nod of encouragement. It was all he needed to rush into the room and jump up onto her bed, snuggling down into the pile of covers. Y/n watched him for a moment, smiling softly, before closing the door and joining him.

Immediately, Alastor wrapped himself in her arms, snuggling into her chest. Y/n was frozen for a moment in indecision, but tiredness prevailed and in her sleepy state, all that mattered was that it was Alastor. Her oldest friend, the one who had never failed her. She pulled him close, resting her chin on his head.

"You're so comfy." Alastor mumbled through a yawn and Y/n chuckled.

"Its because I know how to enjoy all that life and the afterlife has to offer." she hummed softly in response, her breath tickling the top of his head, "Most men would prefer someone who looks different than me but, luckily I am not existing for men."

The pair fell silent for a moment. Sleep pulled at the edges of Y/n's ears, dragging her eyelids down. She hummed a gentle tune, a lullaby she had long since forgotten the words to but that she could hear her own mother in.

"Well, those men are stupid." Alastor grumpily replied, maneuvering himself around in Y/n's grasp so he faced her, "You look like a fairy."

Y/n cracked her eyes open, ruffling Alastor's hair slightly.

"Why thank you, I do try." she smiled.

"And I meant it."

"Meant what?"

Her eyes were closed again, her voice dreamy.

"When I grow up, I am going to marry you."

"Oh, are you now."

"Yes." Alastor insisted, and in his insistence, through the shrillness of his childlike tone, Y/n could hear him as an adult, as the man she knew, "When I am grown up, I am going to ask you to marry me. Will... you would say yes, right?"

Who would have guessed, the feared and decisive Radio Demon could doubt. Y/n smiled.

"Well, you can't just ask a girl to marry you right off the bat."

"You can't?"

There was a genuine confusion in his voice, Y/n had expected nothing less from a child. Still, she couldn't help but view him through the lens of his adult self in this moment. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the proximity, the dark, how lovely he was when he had nothing to protect himself from, when he did not yet know of the filter he needed in order to conduct himself in the world and not get fucked over by it.

"Nope." Y/n shook her head slightly.

"Why not?"

"Well, you have to court her first."

"Court her?"

"You know, ask her on dates, buy her flowers: woo her."

"Well then I will do that too."

The last thing Y/n remembered before the world gave way to sleep was Alastor asking what her favorite flower was.

"Hyacinths." she had told him, "The purple ones. But don't you dare buy them for me unless you have something to apologize for because they ask for forgiveness. Instead, buy me peonies, they are for new love."

The heat of Hell's false sun was what woke her. Y/n grumbled, rolling over in bed, the course of the day before re-materializing in her head. She smiled softly at the memory, a certain sadness creeping in at the fact that she would probably never be that vulnerable with the man again.

A faint, almost peppery smell reached her nose and Y/n cracked her eyes open. Around her was a world of soft pinks and whites, cascading petals and the most beautiful display of protracted death. She gasped slightly, sitting up in bed. Looking around her small room, she realized it was filled to the brim with peonies in different stages of life. As her eyes traveled to the foot of the bed, she found Alastor standing there, his cheeks flushed and a tray in his hands. On the tray was a stack of pancakes, all cut into the shape of flowers to match. Y/n laughed lightly, smiling up at him from where she sat in bed.

"What's all this?" she asked and his cheeks grew brighter still.

Alastor looked away, clearing his throat.

"I'm keeping my side of the deal."

Y/n searched her mind, looking for any trace of what he could possibly mean.

"The deal... oh!" it suddenly hit her, the sleep riddled conversation they had had the night before.

Her cheeks flushed pink, mirroring his and picking up the colors of the flowers he had surrounded her with. She smiled brightly at Alastor, pulling herself from the bed. The hem of her nightgown rippled gently against her legs as she approached him. With grace, she plucked a strawberry from the plate and popped it in her mouth.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" she grinned coyly up at him.

Alastor rolled his eyes.

"I'm... doing the things so... just..."

"Alastor."

"What?"

His discomfort was palpable, unfamiliar. She reveled in it.

"Do you actually like me?"

"I thought I told you. You know, when-"

"I thought that was just mindless chatter." she interrupted, "Little kids are always saying stuff like that."

"Well, I wasn't."

Y/n laughed and Alastor placed the tray carefully on the edge of the bed, turning back to her.

"Did I misinterpret what you said?"

"Not at all." Y/n said, taking a step closer to him.

"So you will marry me?"

She laughed again, she couldn't help herself. Y/n could tell that if Alastor was able to do anything but smile, he would be scowling at her reaction to his sincere question.

"Ask me out on a date."

"Bu-"

"Ask me out on a date!" she insisted and Alastor sighed.

"Fine. Would you..." he took a deep breath, nerves running wild, "would you like to go out... with me..."

"Oh wow, so confident." Y/n teased.

"Y/n." Alastor warned and her smile widened even further.

"Yes, Al. Yes, Alastor, I would love to go out on a date with you."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes." Y/n nodded, her hands clasped behind her back as she swayed slightly on her feet, "I will."

Before she could register what was happening, Y/n was in Alastor's arms. He lifted her off her feet, spinning her around.

"Wait!" she shrieked, "Alastor, put me down! Aren't I too heavy?"

"Not at all, my dear." he hummed, holding her close now.

"Still, put me down!" she bashfully requested and at last he conceded, her feet finding the cool of the wood once again, "How long have you been... you know."

"That, my dear, is for me to know."

He tapped her nose gently and one of her ears shifted in response. Y/n crossed her arms.

"Not fair." she whined.

"Eat." Alastor commanded, unable to be moved on this point, "Meet me downstairs after. We're going out."

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[obeymeluv]

You Steal the Boys’ Clothes

Something I’ve been thinking of for a while.

Lucifer

It was rare the eldest was without his cape, as everything seemed to be a formal event and he must be dressed to impress. Being dressed to impress, however, means being clean so he gets it cleaned from time to time

Lucifer is a very organized, practical man. Constantly towing the line of obsessive for the sake of orderliness.

He knows where his cape should be, and that it’s not there

With a demon’s-only screech that warns Mammon to stretch his calves and run, Lucifer hunts down the three most likely suspects to interrogate them (Mammon, Satan, and Belphegor).

He tries to get a two-for-one by dragging Mammon into the study where Satan sits smugly with a book (because he knows he didn’t do it but MAN is he enjoying this!)

Imagine surprising not one, but THREE demons when you come shuffling down the hall with a Lucifer’s cape wrapped around you like a blanket.

It whispers and it drags and it absolutely DROWNS you.

Very charming. Ethereal, almost like some sort of wedding wear

Lucifer would’ve never imagined you’d be the culprit, and now his poor brain is trying to save and process the idea of you looking so sleepy-happy in his clothes

And the ex-angel falls all over again.

He catches the little cheek nuzzle and way you bunch it around your body, a foot poking out not to get tangled

Satan and Mammon will probably die laughing instead of at his hands, but Lucifer could really care less

Lucifer idly wonders where you’d curled up that he totally missed you, and escorts you gently but red-faced to your room

Satan and Mammon tag along, and when they see Lucifer come out with his cape they can only deduce he put you to bed.

Mammon

With no homework to do and some money in the bank, Mammon was ready to spend the weekend tearing up the town with you!

He was fresh out of the shower and mostly dressed, searching feverishly for his beloved white and brown jacket

Mammon wasn’t the cleanest person by nature (hello, money hoarder and collector of interesting/valuable things) so he tidied up as he went

As he started to suspect one of his little brothers was holding the jacket for ransom, he sent out a group text asking about it

There were several typical smart-ass responses (Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan) and he was in the middle of a snark fight when you showed up at his door somewhere between bashful and chill

In HIS jacket

Mammon’s brain shuts down.

HIS baby in HIS jacket? HELL YEAH! OH GOD, IT’S TOO PERFECT!

FIEND, TAKING HIS HEART!

“It’s kind of a human thing,” you explain. “There is a one-jacket fee among couples. Usually it’s a hoodie.” you tease, reluctant to shrug it off, “But this seems to be your only jacket so I guess I could give it back.”

It’s very subtle, but he’s worn that jacket for centuries and no amount of detergent can disguise the scent that makes his heart skip a beat

Something about the smell of your skin and a hint of his has him purring

You hold the jacket out to him. Mammon wraps his fingers around it and swings it around until he’s holding it over one shoulder

The yellow takes over in his eyes a little more. Gets a little brighter and intense.

“You want to take anything else off?” he husks playfully

Your day out turns into staying in and Mammon is happy to trade his jacket for a shirt you can sleep in (like, forever. It’s fine. Whatever, dummy.)

Leviathan

It was actually really hard to steal Levi’s clothes because he lived in his hoodie and turtleneck. His RAD uniform was really just for show and that wasn’t what you were looking for, anyways. You didn’t want to chill in uniform.

He was very particular about his merch because certain shirts were collector’s items and he didn’t like people messing with his folding patterns

You went to Asmo with your dilemma and he found it absolutely ADORABLE. It was almost enough to make him jealous, really

Somehow (Asmo being Asmo?), the fifth- born was able to swipe one of the green button-ups Levi wore under his RAD uniform

His first thought was to alter the garment to make it fit you (matching outfits? YES!) but Levi would probably kill him. His big bro hated shopping for clothes unless he HAD to have them.

Asmo gets the bright idea to magically/temporarily alter the fabric to fit you. Maybe Levi will like it so much he’ll just give you a shirt! 💖 (Or get some fucking outside time and go buy more shirts!)

Levi catches his own scent somewhere outside of the door and his brain goes off. He hits the pause button at lightning speed.

No one else smells like him! They haven’t shared bath products in centuries! He already finished his laundry so what’s happening?!

His first thought is: Mammon broke into my room while I was in the bathroom and stole something to pawn!

Levi doesn’t even think to take inventory of his stuff, barging out of his room to hunt down his big brother

He’s yelling and whining before he even sees him. Then he sees you. In his shirt.

All the angry words die in his throat as the absolute mortification and adoration sets his face on fire

SO KAWAII! It basically makes up for your normie-ness.

Levi’s stuck standing there, blushing his head off and unable to say anything as his fists shake with joy and nervousness

He gets a nosebleed. One of his brothers are laughing at him.

You guide him back to his room to take care of him, Levi lets you and becomes very fascinated with the idea of you in his clothes .Lots of petting and figuring out you look DOUBLY MEGA CUTE when the magic wears off and you’re just in a pool of fabric.

He’s totally down for matching clothes and definitely lets you keep the one you’re wearing.

Satan

His wardrobe is very...interesting...to say the least

Colors and personal combinations aside, Satan actually has a very smart wardrobe. Lots of basics and easy layers.

You can’t steal his signature green sweater or the blazer he seems to live in, so you settle for an emerald knit sweater that has a bit of a v-neck/university feel to it

It takes Satan a while to notice, as he’s buried in a book. You two tend to gravitate towards each other and just enjoy a cozy, companionable silence

He’s just finished a book and is debating cracking open one from the stack to his left when the color catches his eye

The smooth, sly comment dies on his lips when he realizes he likes the damn thing because IT’S HIS

You look very cozy and warm. It’s a very ‘cuddle me’ kind of look.

Perhaps you could warm his lap? Or give his poor hands a rest under the hem?

Very cheeky and clever. Grabs you by the sleeve of it just to ‘answer his curiosity about whether it matched his nails’.

Does he have a cute university student kink? If he didn’t, he does now?

There’s a 50-50 chance of you guys having sex.

Will definitely want to hold you and cuddle you close, petting the fabric and whispering compliments into it.

If you don’t already have a business/academic attire, Satan will definitely suggest a few pieces because YES. This is a thing he loves and it DOES things to him.

Asmodeus

He’s the type to let you think you stole something

Probably stages what he wants you to steal just so you take it

Honestly, I could just see him dumping some of his clothes on you because you’re dating now and this is a cute thing he read about!

It’s super likely he’s into couple outfits or coordinating outfits, so he’s either spent time in his closet pre-planning or asked you to try on a million things just because

This cutie pie purposely orders THE BIGGEST thing he can find so you can both fit in it at the same time

Asmo loves you to pieces no matter what, but seeing you in his clothes makes him squeal and hit a note Mammon has threatened to murder him over

Ever dramatic, this is like, THE BEST THING EVER

A MILLION Devilgram posts about it (safe ones, of course)

Do you guys spark a couple’s trend and spade of lover’s stealing each other’s clothes to snap a victory pic? Maybe

Probably fake faints at the sheer glory of you in HIS bomb ass clothes. Definitely fans himself

Spoils you rotten with compliments

This man is weak. “Gorgeous! Smother me.” as he falls back on the bed and gestures to his face

He won’t turn down the idea of sexy times (depends on your libido, comfort, etc.) but sometimes he makes raunchy jokes just to be funny. Smothering could also mean using him like a body pillow (which he’s totally okay with).

You get max cuddles and WILL be the envy of Devilgram

Beelzebub

Beel felt a little guilty for leaving you at the House of Lamentation with his brothers

You guys were supposed to hang out after school but there was an emergency practice. The coach always got pre-game jitters and demanded a few last runs. He showered and ran back to the House, hoping you still had time for him.

He tiptoed quietly into his shared room, unsurprised to find you waiting there for him. You’d been caught in Belphie’s sleepy little aura by the looks of it,

Beelzebub couldn’t help the grin or little hum that made it past his lips. Your eyes were open but he didn’t know if you actually saw him. You looked super cute in his humongous bed though

You were getting sleepier and sleepier, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Beel pulled the sheets over you and gentle untangled the arm you managed to latch on to

Maybe waking up to a bit of food would make up for everything! Beel toiled away in the kitchen, making a cute little snack tray for the two of you.

In reality, it could probably feed at least twenty, and he ate at least half of what he prepped.

Beel returned to the room with what he considered a decent amount (scraps, kind of, but enough variety! He tried! It’s the thought that counts!) and was surprised to see his sheets all tangled and half-kicked from the bed

You were wearing his jacket now, passed out and turned into the furry lining that usually went across his shoulders and neck

DId you sleep walk? He was trying to understand how you’d gotten into his jacket

Beel realized it was the first time you’d been in his clothes and it was enough to make his heart melt

Super huge on you, obviously (extra fabric everywhere), but so cute! He could basically swaddle you in his jacket

“They’re a restless sleeper,” Belphie yawned. “I thought it would help them calm down.”

It used to work on Belphie, so Beel could see why he resorted to it

Beel offered his twin some food, sitting carefully on your other side.

He shifted some of the parka fur away from your face, trying to fix your hair and nudge your chin up so your nose wasn’t buried in anything. He stroked your cheek a little, mesmerized by the sight of you and how you felt.

Belphie declined, muttering something about, ‘Stop looking like that and eat your food! Gross!’ before Beel settled for patting your head one last time and eating quietly

Belphegor

He’s another one that’s hard to steal from

You’d think it’d be easy since he sleeps all the time, but Belphie really only wears 10% of the clothes he buys

Yes, he’s a pajama snob and has all things comfy and cozy, but hardly any of them smell like him because he falls asleep anywhere with little issue (no special clothes required!)

You thought about stealing his blue cardigan with the pocket, but he’s always sleeping in it!

Belphie picks up on your train of thought, and the frustration, because you fall asleep thinking about it. Dreaming about coyly stealing his cardigan and being all cute and snuggly in bed

It’s enough to wake him up, shuffle to you, and break your sleep. He flops down on your bed with his cardigan unbuttoned and says ‘climb on’ while patting his chest

You’re obviously sleepy and confused and he loves it. Belphie slides you onto his chest and wraps his arms around you, resting bits of the fabric on your back as you settle into him

It’s not the same but it’s close enough

Would you be offended if he got you cow pajamas so he could snuggle you like his favorite pillow? He falls asleep wondering about the answer

He wakes up to see that Beel has covered the two of you with his favorite blanket.

You in his blanket? Against him? Slowly smelling of him and his clothes? It’s the best thing to fall asleep to.

Makes a joke out of your clothes-stealing quest by stripping one of his pillowcases off and putting you in it like a little sack. You have to stay on his bed now because you’re his pillow and all pillows stay on the bed.

“What? You wanted to smell like me! It’s something I use!“ Belphie defends as you wonder whether or not you like this human pillow thing while he snuggles you.

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Failed Ambush (Part 1)

(The scene that has to do with Damien, it'll happen after an event surrounding Anex and Ruby. Also, this chapter is gonna be in two parts.)

"This is unexpected, Anex."

Standing in the lobby area of the hotel with a bag full of necessities to last him just a few days was Anex. Hunched over, resting his arms on the bar while staring him down was Husk, his long brown, dipped bright red, inky black and normal white tail swishing back and forth in a slow waltz.

"Yeah. . .Sorry to drop in at an unexpected time. But Damien should be here soon. He's just grabbing a few things from home. We're on the verge of losing our place, so we'll just be crashing here for a little bit is all."

That was probably the biggest lie that Anex had ever told. He couldn't risk telling anybody about why he and Damien were gonna be at the Hotel for a little bit. He hated lying but...it was a necessary evil.

A soft yet guttural hum fled out of Husk's mouth as his ears perked up when hearing feet that sounded. . . like running shoes. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of young Ruby, wearing her trademark hot pink and white dress.

"Anex!" A warm smile pranced its way onto the fallen angel as he bent down and was careful not to fall back when Ruby had knocked into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Tousling her hair a little bit, Ruby took in the calming scent of cinnamon and sugar.

"Good to see you too, Princess."

The buzzing of quiet static could be heard and Anex's ears perked up when the sound came into the room. As Ruby looked over her shoulder and Anex passed her, the Radio Demon came into view from a cloud of smoke.

"I thought I heard some commotion down here. Ruby, my little trinket, would you kindly introduce your friend here?"

The sound of clicking and clacking of high heel boots followed by a flurry of light footsteps could be heard from the kitchen. Niffty and Angel emerged into the room but then stopped when seeing Anex and Ruby with Alastor.

"We ain't interruptin', are we?"

All three of them glanced at each other before giving a simultaneous 'No.' Forgetting that Anex was behind her, Ruby was about to start but saw no sign of Charlie or Vaggie.

"Has anybody seen Charlie or Vaggie?" Clueless expressions fell upon the Spider Film Star, The Cyclops Clean Freak and the Grinning Eerily Radio Demon before the bartender and front desk clerk spoke up.

"Had some business to do. Both ladies stepped out right before Anex came over."

Husk's expression was blank, not really paying attention to the looks he was getting. Angel had been gawking at Husk for possibly a good minute before a teasing little smirk stretched onto his face.

"When were you gonna tell us about your cute little mystery friend, Kitty?"

Angel teased in a joking manner, obviously just poking fun at the Cat Demon. Husk halted his hand movements before letting out a gruff sigh. A soft, pink flush painted Anex's cheeks.

"I met them when I found the Kid. Plus, I saw them at the bar. That a problem, Legs?"

An amused little chuckle escaping the Spider Demon, holding his hands up in defense. It was just a little bit of harmless fun that Angel was having. Nothing more, nothing less.

"No need to get your tail in a twist, Kitten Whiskers. Just some harmless fun is all I'm having." A bit of an annoyed growl huffed its way out of Husk's throat before his hands continued cleaning the glass. Ruby was kind of glad that Husk didn't get angry at Angel. She really didn't wanna deal with a fight breaking out in the hotel. Brushing a few strands of her honey blonde hair out of her sky baby blue eyes, Ruby quietly cleared her throat.

"Anyway. This is Anex. He and Damien were the ones who rescued me from the Demons in the alleyway."

Anex rubbed the back of his neck, a bit of a bashful smile on his face. Well, really it was his good friend who saved Ruby from the Demons. Anex didn't really do much but he stayed by her side when she was unconscious.

"Well, if anything, Damien deserves all the credit, Princess. I was there to make sure you were okay."

The memories of that day began to brightly burn back into her mind. However, Ruby must've passed out from the initial shock and fear of the Demons that loomed over her like monsters. Last thing she remembered was waking up in that old apartment with Anex and Daisy by her side.

"It was because of both of you that I managed to get back here safely. So, I have to thank you for that."

A sweet, innocent smile printed onto Ruby's face. If you took a picture of that heart warming smile, it was something that would be held dear over the years to come.

"Well, at the moment, the owner and the co-owner of the Hotel are currently out. But let me introduce everybody."

Ruby decided to start going down the line, going Niffty down. She figured that Niffty wouldn't mind since when Ruby first met her, she was such a little ball of energy. And to this day, she still is. But along with Angel Dust and Alastor, Niffty is the one who's there to help Ruby with any bad dreams or any rainy days the child may have. She comes around if Angel or Alastor are not around. Or. . .if anybody isn't around. "Anex, this is Niffty. She takes care of the Hotel, keeping it nice and clean. Alastor was the one who introduced Niffty to me."

A sweet 'Hi' as well as a wave was given to Anex from Niffty. Anex gave a gentle wave. But when Anex heard the name 'Alastor', she had to imagine that the tall deer Demon was the owner of that name. The way his permanent grin stuck out the most unnerved him a little bit. He wasn't as tall as Damien but Alastor did succeed in unnerving him a bit.

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, my dear. I do have to thank you for taking care of little Ruby."

His old fashioned, radio announcer voice rang loud and clear in the air. His general mannerisms and aura that radiated off of him gave Anex a bit of an intrigued feeling. However, the gruesome tales surrounding the Radio Demon didn't seem to click.

Ruby then went and hugged the boots of Angel Dust, who bent down and scooped her up, hugging her close with a content smile on his face, similar to how he would hug Fat Nugget. Rue could feel a very strong bond with Ruby and Angel.

"And last, but definitely not least, this is Angel Dust. He's the first patient of the Hotel. He was with Charlie and Vaggie when they found me."

The memory of that day shone brightly into Ruby's mind. Of course, it was in bits and pieces but what Ruby could remember was the comfort of the fluff from Angel Dust brushing against her body and the gentle strokes of his hands running through her honey, blonde strands of hair.

"I have to agree with Smiles. Thanks for looking after the poor kid, Sweetheart."

An elbow into the ribs was his reward from Alastor, who Angel shot a dirty glare at before setting Ruby down on her feet once again. The sight made Anex quietly chuckle to himself. "Well, it's nice to meet all of you. I have to thank you for letting Damien and I stay here for a couple of days."

"Hate to be a bit of a buzzkill but I gotta get on the road. Otherwise, my boss is gonna have my head on a silver platter if I'm late. See you in a little bit, Precious."

Giving Ruby another hug and wave to everybody else, Angel soon disappeared from the lobby and out the door of the Hotel. Ruby turned back around to see that Alastor disappeared into a puff of dark smoke and Niffty had scurried off upstairs.

"Alastor has a Radio Broadcast that he leaves for and Angel works in a studio. Um. . . Husk, can I go outside for a while?"

Seeing Ruby pull the puppy dog eyes on him, Husk gave Anex a look that was asking him 'Can you keep an eye on her?' "As long as Anex goes with you. I'll let Charlie know when she and Vaggie get back."

What Husk doesn't realize is he basically just let those two fall into a trap when Ruby cheered and went outside with Anex to play a bit. It all happened so fast. . . Not even ten minutes had passed and the muffled sound of a scream alerted Husk.

Dashing out the door, the Anthropomorphic Cat Demon was too late as a car began speeding off with Ruby in the back, looking absolutely terrified and calling for him to help them while Anex was in the backseat with her, knocked unconscious. Something caught Husk's eye while the car disappeared. His shadow cast over a dropped phone before he picked it up and looked in the direction that the car went.

"Shit. . ." Damien pushed open the door to his shared apartment, and immediately paused in the middle of the doorway. A second or two passes before he trudged inside, the fur on the back of his neck standing up. Something was wrong and he could feel it. He stayed calm though, and bent down to get into the house and went over to Daisy. It was when he was petting Daisy and she started growling that it happened.

The fallen angel whipped around, grabbed the arm of a large Demon, and threw him over his shoulder with ease, as if this guy was made of paper. When he noticed the bull was wearing Valentino's colors, was when two other demons leaped out of nowhere and tried to grab him.

He wasn't having it, and punched them both off. The other one faltered at the sight of his partners getting winded easily from a single punch, literally, and Damien took this chance to grab his head and start squeezing it. Once the third demon, a rabbit, tried jumping on his back, Damien threw him through the wall before taking the Bull Demon and slamming him into the wall.

"How did you find me?"

He growls as he glares down at the demon. The Bull doesn't say anything, which prompts Damien to start snapping the bones in his arm like they were pencils, making him scream in pain. When that didn't work, the tall African male decided to squeezing even tighter and tighter, the Bull trying his hardest to make him stop.

"Valentino told us to follow you and keep an eye on you! He told us to find your weaknesses and to nab that little angel buddy of yours and the girl!"

The Bull finally blurts out as he cries in pain. Damien freezes and stares at the Bull, an icy cold fear gripping at his heart. It had to be him... it had to be Vox. Oh God, he needed to call Anex!

Before the African male could make a move though, the Bull broke free and knocked Damien's stomach hard with his horns. He stumbles forward, losing his grip on the Demon as he holds his stomach, gently grunting in pain.

That was it. That was what pissed him off. A thunderous look in Damien's almost completely dark eyes trembled as he had nothing but murderous rage boiling through him. The Bull then realized he made a mistake.

A broad hand gripped the throat of the Bull, holding him up. Daisy barking and growling before chomping down hard on the Demon's legs, making him cry out in more pain and agony. Warm, dark blood began dripping onto the floor before Damien snapped his neck and threw his lifeless body onto the floor. Damien stands up, grunting in pain still and looks around for anymore demons, only to find that there weren't anymore. Those bastards really did put up a good fight. Considering the fact that there were four or five of them compared to a big, strong guy like Damien, none of them stood a chance really. They were all pathetic, small fries, trying to take on the big dog. But failed. Daisy panted quietly, looking up at her owner with her long, pink tongue out. Kneeling down, Damien gently rubbed her head before attaching her leash onto her collar. Grabbing his duffel bag full of necessities, Damien also grabbed his phone and began heading out.

The bad feeling kept eating away at his soul. Finally, he dialed Anex's number. No answer. His heart dropped and that icy cold returned as he hurried off with Daisy to the Hotel to talk to the one person they met that day.

Husk.