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darcydarlingdabbles · 4 months ago

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Overture ~

A Harmony of Haunted Hearts ~ Bonus Scene ~ 3.1k

Hazbin Hotel/Phantom of the Opera AU ₊⁺⋆ Charlastor (eventual Chaggistor) ₊⁺⋆ Explicit

//This is a little excerpt of my Phantom of the Opera inspired throuple romantasy, updating weekly on Ao3. You can read the first chapter now...but this is the good stuff now hehe//

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Princess Charlotte Morningstar stumbled over the threshold and into the safe haven of her bed chambers.

She ducked, gathering the skirts of her ballgown out of her way. Her long blonde hair fell loose and tumbled over her shoulders as she slipped into her shadow-drenched bedroom.

She stilled as she caught sight of herself in the ornate, floor-length mirror that had been a constant part of the Morningstar Castle—ever since she could remember.

Charlie stared at her disheveled appearance—her hair undone from the intricate style Niffty had crafted and her cheeks flushed a brilliant pink.

She looked a mess. And she was glad no one else in the kingdom would see her in such a state.

The heavy door of her bed chambers slammed shut.

Charlie watched as it move on its own in the looking glass, cutting off the shimmering light from the marble hall and the raucous sounds of the ongoing celebration downstairs.

She spun, her back pressed against the polished surface of the mirror, goosebumps prickling over her bare neck and shoulders.

As a shadow stretched along under her door, unaffected by the long gothic windows and the moonlight from the Realm of Hell’s red sky.

“I know you’re here.” Charlie breathed. Her voice giving a little tremble. Her eyes darting around the room, eyeing every bit of shade. “You can come out now.”

For a long moment, where Charlie could only hear the sound of her own pulse thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings in her ears, there was nothing but silence.

Until a familiar chill ran down her spine. Her eyes darted to the inky darkness collecting under the door, seeping into her room, until they gathered up into a tall and lithe shadow of a man.

Charlie’s breath caught in her throat as he finally spoke.

“My dear,” came that smooth, static-tinged voice. “You know, I’m always here.”

The umbra clung to Alastor as he took a measured step towards her with the grace of a killer.

A shaft of moonlight pierced through the high windows, finally illuminating the demon that had been mythologized into the monster. Bathing the Radio Demon in an ethereal glow.

The phantom of Morningstar Castle was a vision of dark elegance.

Alastor stood out in stark black among the other masquerade outfits with their flashing colors. Like the living embodiment of his shadows. Other than the striking scarlet coat with its delicate layer of dark lace.

“Al,” Charlie felt a tug at the corner of her lips, though she still gripped to the mirror’s gilded edges. “I wasn’t sure you’d follow me.”

“Now, Princess,” Alastor’s voice purred, rich with amusement and unmuffled by the smiling, fanged mask that covered the lower half of his face. “As if I would ever stray far from you. Perish the thought.”

Charlie bit her bottom lip as he drew nearer.

She would be missed from the party, and she was torn between her duty as Lucifer’s only child…and the dark desires Alastor stoked within her.

Another step towards her, so slow that her heartbeat grew painful in her chest.

He was doing this on purpose, he always was.

“You seem conflicted, my dear,” Alastor observed, now mere feet away. “Having second thoughts?”

“Never.” Charlie shook her head, blonde curls bouncing.

The shadows around Alastor’s form pulsed with demonic energy. She blinked, and he was gone. Vanished right before her eyes.

Charlie called his name as she pushed herself up from the looking glass behind her, staring around the shadows of the room, waiting for him to make another dramatic entrance—as if one just wasn’t enough for him.

“Do you always have to be so theatrical?” She huffed, despite the shivers of anticipation building along her skin.

“Yes, darling, remember who you are speaking to.” His voice answered from nowhere and everywhere, like it was coming from the very stones of the castle. She felt a presence right behind her. Charlie barely had time to turn, as Alastor materialized from the mirror.

Charlie gasped as arms wrapped fully around her. His chest pressed flush against her back, the cool black porcelain of his masked pushed against her ear.

His heated breath spilled through the mess between the golden fangs—a delicious contrast that had her trembling in his arms.

“This show has only just begun.”

Alastor twirled the Princess towards her mirror, making her grab the frame to steady herself.

Charlie stared at their reflections in the polished glass. Her rumpled white dress and tousled blonde curls were another gorgeous contrast to his perfectly composed silk and satin.

His eyes gleamed bright and scarlet above his smiling mask.

“Al…” she began, but the whine caught in her throat. Desire quickly drowning the nagging voice of caution in the back of her mind.

“Darling…” he whispered back, already overwhelming her senses with his pure proximity, let alone his purr. “Now, where were we…before those angels downstairs so rudely interrupted?”

His chuckle was filled with dark promises that made Charlie’s thighs press together.

Just as she felt something sliding its way up her ankles.

In the mirror’s reflection, she saw the shadows—his shadows gathering around the golden hem of her ballgown, delving under her skirts, and caressing up along her thighs.

“Angel Dust—”

Alastor’s hand pressed against her chest, pushing her back into his own, his black and red claws a vicious sight against the delicate bodice of her gown and the fragile skin of her throat.

“—will kill you, if you rip this dress like you ripped my breeches.” Charlie tried to warn, but even in her own ears it came out like a desperate keen. His shadow tentacle had found what they were seeking—and were already stoking the heat between her legs. Nuzzling their way through her folds and gathering her arousal.

All the chiffon and silk of Angel’s creation had been no match for Alastor’s wandering, tenebrous touch. Let alone her undergarments.

Not in the ballroom, and certainly not in the Princess’s bedroom.

“He can try to kill me all he likes,” Alastor chuckled, his breath spilling back over Charlie’s collar bones as his scarlet nails scratched lightly at her skin. “Many a man has tried and failed. ”

She pressed back into his hold, soaking in that damn cocky confidence Alastor exuded. Wanting him to consume her. Charlie could hear the smirk on his lips as his shadowy tentacle finally, finally slipped back inside her.

A gasp was pulled from her lips. But his eye gleamed a a dazzling ruby in the dark over her shoulder as she clutched to his arms. Another dark appendage flicked teasingly slow at her clit.

Charlie writhed in Alastor’s hold.

He already had her so damn worked up, why bother teasing now? Didn’t he already have her?

“Why so silent?” He purred at her ear, his arms tightening their hold around her torso. “If you’d kept this quiet before, we could have finished playing downstairs.”

Charlie’s head bowed under the ministrations of the two tentacles under her skirt, her hair tumbling over her shoulders as she trembled in his arms. It felt so good. Being so…possessed by him like this.

“Those dancing fools in your court never would have—”

“Alastor.” His name on her lips was tinged with protest.

She didn’t want to think about the visitors from the Kingdom of Heaven or the Goetia and their schemings. Charlie didn’t want to think at all.

“Ah, should I help you focus on the present, dearest?”

Before Charlie could snark back an answer at Alastor, she felt another tendril of darkness slide up her legs, slick and cool against the gooseflesh erupting along her thighs. The tip pressed deftly against her furled ring of muscle, thinning before it slid into her ass.

The Princess let out a sound of sheer bliss as her body bowed forward into the mirror.

Alastor’s eyes were a radiant glow in the dark, glinting with an unholy hunger and pride as he watched her brace her hands on the mirror and give herself over to the feeling of being so utterly owned by the Radio Demon. The thrill he dragged from her with every push and pull of his shadows.

Charlie was vaguely aware of fingers coming to clasp around her wrists, moving her bracing hands off of the looking glass, and onto the heavier ornate frame.

“That’s a good girl,” Alastor praised her, nearly making her tumble over the edge then and there.

She was his. He was hers. And nothing could change that.

Alastor’s long fingered hand curled under Charlie’s chin, lifting her head up sharply. “Look at your face in the mirror.” He commanded her, voice low and seductive in her ear.

Her eyes flew open, meeting her own completely debauched reflection. Charlie could see her own bitten lips, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze hazy with all he was doing to her.

“How beautiful you are, ” Alastor praised in a purr. “Like a Princess—thoroughly ravished by her shadow demon.”

Charlie couldn’t deny it. There’s something about being taken by Alastor like this, about being completely at his mercy, that made her feel more alive than anything else.

“You belong to me, as I do to you.”

She leaned back against him, giving herself over to him. She trusted him, trusted him to take care of her, to protect her, and to give her the pleasure she craved.

His hands pressed hers into the frame of the mirror, his fingers long and wicked and threaded through her pale grasp.

As his shadows lifted her skirts before the mirror. Baring Charlie and what his dark powers were doing to her before his gaze. His scarlet eyes left a burning trail along every inch of exposed flesh, like she could feel their caress. The demon’s body shuddered against her back.

Charlie gasped out Alastor’s name as he tightened his grip around her, plunging his shadows deeper into her—until she was lost in the feeling of him. And the bliss he drew from her with a sigh.

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“Al…please.” Charlie whined as he shifted, wrapping his arms around her middle as his shadows stilled, just keeping herself upright against the mirror.

“So impatient, little love?” Alastor’s heated breath tutted through his mask and tickled against her ear. “Please what?”

Charlie reached behind herself in the mirror, her fingers finding the fangs…and the lips of the smiling mask that Alastor wore.

His body froze against her back.

“A creature as beautiful as you should never see something so hideous.” Alastor murmured, his voice low and rougher than she was used to hearing it. “You do not know what you are asking for.”

“That’s all I ask of you.” Charlie asked in her softest and sweetest voice as her fingers curled into the edges of the porcelain. “To know all of you.”

His breaths hesitated at her neck, but she knew Alastor was considering. Because even she knew that the Radio Demon had trouble resisting the Princess. He would do anything for her.

“Please,” she said again, her voice a little stronger. “I want to feel your lips on mine again.”

Alastor shivered behind her.

And the deepest darkness fell over Charlie’s eyes.

But she knew she’d won, as she always did, when she heard the clasps of the mask come undone at her ear. He’d wrapped one of his shadowy tentacles around her eyes, but still, he’d given in to her, as he always did.

Even if he acquiesced with a growl.

Then Alastor’s lips were on her neck, the edge of his razor-sharp teeth against her skin. His lips gentle as ever along her neck.

Charlie couldn’t see him. He hadn’t allowed that yet, but she could feel him. She reached for him blindly, her fingers brushing his cheek.

He flinched at her touch.

His skin was rougher than Charlie expected, like old wounds marred his face near the hard line of his teeth.

“Why would you want to know the face of a monster?”

He asked, his voice low and husky. His breath fanned against her ear, sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins.

There was hesitation on Alastor’s breath, but Charlie didn’t care that he was disfigured.

“Because you’re the man I love,” she replied, her voice steady and sure. “And I want to kiss every inch of you.”

She threw her arms around his sharp shoulders and kissed him, anyway.

Passion and possession.

The softness of her lips against scars she could feel carved into his face, and what she thought were stitches criss-crossing his mouth.

She pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his and tasting the dark sweetness that was uniquely Alastor. Charlie kissed him harder until she felt Alastor groan. And his fingers tangled into her blonde hair.

His body pressed hers back into the cool glass of the mirror, his long-fingered hands roaming her body with a new fervor. As she felt his dark powers lifting the skirts of her ballgown.

“Please Alastor.” Charlie murmured against his lips, tugging at the lapels of his coat and feeling the texture of the lace under her palms. “Haven’t you kept me waiting long enough?”

A dark chuckle rumbled out of his throat. “I suppose that I have.”

Alastor needed no further encouragement.

Charlie felt it in her stomach the instant his shadows lifted her up from the marble floor of her bedroom, peeling back the miles of rich fabric, thrilling her as he exposed her to the cool night air of the room.

“Darling girl.” Alastor purred, his lips against her cheek, his growl in her ear as his body pressed against hers. “How could I ever deny you anything?”

The tip of his cock was just brushing, teasingly, agonizingly against her slick entrance. Charlie groaned out her impatience, trying to pull him forward by the lace of his coat.

“So impatient.” Alastor chided in that teasing tone of his.

Her brows wrinkled against the dark tendril still covering her eyes, opening her mouth to verbalize her protest—when he finally slid inside of her with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Filling her completely, claiming her as his own.

He pinned her back to the mirror as his body moved into hers, and she tried to meet his every movement. Her fingers buried in the scarlet red hair, kissing lips she could not see. But, she could feel everything. Every thrust of his cock, the way his perfectly tailored clothes stretched over taught muscles, the way his shadows moved over her body, playing her like an instrument under his capable hands.

And the way that Alastor’s lips moved with hers as he whispered his sweet and sinister praises into her skin.

In that blessed, blissful moment, he was hers, and she was only his. And nothing else mattered.

No Kingdoms of Heaven and Hell.

No angels and demons ready to war just outside their door.

No other man trying to steal her hand away.

Charlie let her head fall back, thudding against the mirror as she clenched down on Alastor’s cock in purest pleasure. Clutching to him as he filled her with a rough, harmonic hum into her ear.

Alastor’s thin lips pressed tender kisses along her face and neck as their panting breaths mingled and slowed.

Slowly, he pulled from her, pulling away, and the Princess felt the pang of loss the moment she was empty.

Charlie cupped his face to his, knowing what would come before he uncovered her eyes, and trying to prolonge the moment for as long as Alastor would allow. The Princess got one last kiss against her Radio Demon’s scarred lips, before he set her back on her feet.

And she heard his mask slide back into place.

Charlie blinked as the darkness fell from her eyes. Even her dimly lit chambers seemed bright compared to his dark powers.

“Al,” Charlie sighed, content but with a bittersweet tinge as the mask was back in place.

Alastor’s burning red eyes had calmed, and his hands seemed fixated on fixing her dress. Smoothing her skirts and adjusting her bodice.

Though, when she reached for him, he let her fingers slide through his hair. And didn’t flinch away from her hand being so close to his mask.

“Alastor.” Charlie nudged him gently.

“They’ll be missing you from the party.” He murmured, his attention on lacing up her corset properly, though he never pulled them too tightly.

Charlie’s eyes went wide with shock, looking around at herself, before finally taking a second to look in the mirror.

She was a mess. Her hair was fallen from its curls and she was now sporting several love bites across her pale skin. Charlie put her hands on her hips, looking over her shoulder at the tall, dark, and still perfectly composed scarlet tinged figure.

“You’re not seriously going to make me go back out there.”

And she heard a chuckle from his throat.

“You know well I could hardly make you do anything.” Alastor drew a hand through his hair, his ears flattening for a moment. “I shall send word to Husker that you’ve fallen ill for the night, shall I?”

Charlie’s scowl was replaced with a smile. “You shall. And if I’m feeling so faint, you should take me to bed.”

His head turned sharply towards her before he gave a roll of his scarlet eyes.

The Radio Demon inclined his head and gave a bow. “If my lady commands it.”

Charlie was caught up in a fit of giggles as shadows swept her up into Alastor’s arms, his low chuckles joining her laugh as his tentacles parted the crimson curtains around her bed.

Alastor deposited Charlie tenderly in the middle of her plush pile of pillows and comforters, kneeling beside her as he sank into the bed.

“Won’t you stay?”

Charlie asked him, grabbing for the front of his suit.

She saw the hesitation in his eyes even as the mask gleamed its everpresent smile.

“Princess…” He began, in that tone that told her he was trying to reason with her, that already brought the pout to her royal lips. “There are…esteemed guests in the castle tonight. I should keep an eye out.”

“Tell me you do not have a shadowy eye on every angel that steps over the threshold of Morningstar castle.” Charlie grinned.

And Alastor sighed. “Very well, you win.”

“I always do.” The Princess smirked, settling against him. Happy to have her Radio Demon at her side for one more night.

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A Harmony of Haunted Hearts is a romantasy inspired by the Phantom of the Opera…with a happy, throuple ever after ending~

You can find it updating weekly on Ao3.

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alastor-simp-page · 3 months ago

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The Deal/Chains Charlastor Week - You Always Lead

I already gave you guys a sneak peak so this is a continuation. I think I cooked or I may be cooked. It was an interesting perspective to write from. And well, it was more about the characters and their relationship rather than the plot which is wayyyy out of my comfort zone.

Welp, take a look for yourself.

Charlie offers a deal to Alastor where he sells his soul to her in exchange to being her hotelier. Alastor learns that the naive, wide-eyed princess is far more than what meets the eye and soon he begins to crave some sort of control over his life...no matter what.

“My terms are that…” Your eyes dart away. Good. You’re nervous again. Just how I like you. “...you can assist me on a much more personal level if…” Well, go on! I’m listening, darling! We may have all eternity, but all this stalling is getting rather out of hand. “...my Dad said I can only make you my hotelier if I own your soul,” You say.

Ah, there it is. Only the Devil himself could orchestrate such a thing. There’s guilt in your eyes. Oh, how the darling little princess of Hell feels such guilt. It's tearing you apart, isn’t it? You’re so naive, polite, and unsure. A perfect lump of clay, soft and delicate, mold you with my hands into something I desire. Something easily swayed, manipulated and you’d never know, would you?

I feign interest. Tilt my head in a way that makes you light up for a moment. As if I’m going to accept this ridiculous deal. “And what would I do as your hotelier?”

“Well, you would help me with the hotel! Help redeem sinners! And you know, help organize activities. Take care of the hotel. Stuff like that!” You’re beaming. You think I’m going to take this deal, don’t you?

“Darling, couldn’t I simply do that… without you owning my soul?” I ask.

Your beaming smile drops. “My Dad won’t take it any other way. He doesn't…” I beat her to it. I can see the words on her tongue, dancing there, through your porcelain skin.

“Trust me?” I speak. You nod. Hah, you’re far too honest for this world. “Well, my soul is off the table. However! I’m more than happy to take your other offer about advertising your hotel!”

It's the better deal even if that hotelier position is beckoning from the shadows. My, my, my, being that close to the princess? I would play the loving, doting, supporting business partner. Everything you need. Everything you desire. If only you hadn’t asked for my soul. However, if I try to alter it to not be for my soul, you’ll think I want it badly. And we can’t have that.

Darling, we’re in a dance and I’m leading.

“That offer is off the table,” you say, that flash in your eyes is back again. There’s an edge creeping into your voice that hadn’t been there before. Something peeking out from that perfectly naive little princess you’ve built up. My, how bold! That smile returns, “Take it or leave it.”

Is that how we’re going to play it? That’s a new tone. A cutting-edge tone that doesn’t fit that sweet little face of yours. I decided it's time to stretch my smile a little wider, scare you a little. “And my soul is off the table as well.” I laugh. You frown. We’re so different, you and I, hm? “It seems we’re in a stalemate darling.”

You clear your throat in that dignified royal manner, “Alastor, as your princess and your superior I am telling you that is my one and only offer.” You give me a small, nervous smile. “Sorry.” If only I could frown I would. No, I wouldn't, it would be weak. Here you were putting all your feelings on a display case and here I was looking through your little window.

Your shoulders are stiff and your face even stiffer. Hmm…you’re not budging, are you? Not unless I do something drastic. Is that what I need to do for you, my little princess? Something that’ll make you come running? I stand and say, coldly, calculated, making sure the iciness reaches your bones, “I’m afraid that’s a no deal situation, princess.”

You don’t say a thing, even do a thing as I walk straight out of the room. I’ve boiled this down to a routine once I leave a bargain. The four step routine. One step, you’re thinking about what happened. Second step, you’re thinking about running after me. Third step, you’re standing. Fourth step, you’re either calling my name or running after me.

It has worked time after time, a desperate attempt made by the other bargainer. By that time, my claws are deep enough to ask whatever I want, whatever I desire. They’re at my mercy.

It’s been ten steps once I stop short in the hall. Ten steps. Six steps in between where you didn’t say a thing, didn’t come running down the hall. That wonderful voice saying, “Alastor wait! Alastor, no, come back! I’ll change the deal!” Not a single word. I crane my ears even with heightened senses, there’s nothing…dead silence, as silent as a tomb. Perhaps you dropped dead? But the Princess of Hell doesn’t just collapse in a heap and die. That’s impossible.

You stayed in there, saying nothing, doing nothing. What? I turn on my heel. No, I stare back down the purple carpeted stretch of hall, fading all into the distance. I will not do that. Go back? Out of the question. That would be desperate. You’d have all the power at that point.

Something deadly, something dangerous whispers in my ear: you’re walking away from the Princess of Hell. I am. I’m walking away from a life–well, after life changing deal that could bring me power beyond my imagination. I would be your hotelier. In the same building with you. The same floor? Neighboring rooms? Be right at your side–

–with a chain wrapped around my neck.

No, with a loose chain. You're kind, you’re naive. You’ve never known cruelty. You’d let me run free, a dog off leash. Let me run, let me be free as much as a chained being can be. I’d be connected to you.

No…this is insane. I would be losing my soul. Something so delicate, something so easily broken by a keeper. You could control me.

But what would you make me do? Nothing much I can see. You’re soft . Somehow optimistic in a fiery pit. You love sinners. You want them to graze the holy clouds and walk amongst the saints. You’re a saint amongst sinners, darling. Even if you did have my soul, what would you make me do? Dishes, help you? That’s not too demanding. You wouldn’t yank me around like a pet. You don’t have it in you, do you, Charlie?

My heel squeaks as I turn and stalk towards the room. Then I hover behind the door. Once I step through…I’m doing something irreversible. I will not walk out here the same. I walk out as your lap dog. A toy to use. No, you’re naive. You’re young and inexperienced. You want to help sinners… sinners for Christ’s sake! How much more gullible can you be?

I step across the threshold, and you look up.

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