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hazbintrashbin · 1 year ago

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“I’ve got a little SQUISH on you!” (Aroace/AAspec ft. RadioRose (Alastor x Rosie) Pt. II

When did they realize they had a 🦑 squish 🦑??:

Part I 🌹 | Part II 📻

Alastor 📻:

📻 You could pull every tooth from its bed, tearing the nerves from its nestled dens within the depths of his gums...

📻 But you could never, ever get Alastor --

📻 The ever-elusive yet dangerously strong Radio Demon himself --

📻 To admit his woes.

📻 They will always and forever remain in his back pocket. Better yet, it'll remain in the little tin cookie container, tucked among all of the bobbins of thread and needles and scraps of fabric, hidden beneath the cluster of shoes and clothes and miscellaneous items in Alastor's large, dark closet.

📻 It was an early morning in Hell. About four in the morning.

📻 Alastor ambles across the swamp, wearing nothing but a loose cotton shirt and simple pants, a long rifle strapped across his back. On his shoulder, he hauls a limp hog.

📻 "Oh, a pitiful creature you are!" Alastor says as he approaches the end of the swampland. There, his dining table awaits this fresh lump of meat. Tossing it onto the table, Alastor doesn't bother to change apart from poofing himself a clean cotton shirt.

📻 "But how delicious you'll be!" Alastor sits, grabbing a nearby fancy box. He pulls out a large knife and a rod. Idly, he rakes the knife across the rod.

📻 And he rakes, and rakes, and rakes. The metal shavings begin to glitter across his lap.

📻 Slowly, his eyes trail toward a thick cord, following it up a ladder heading toward the door in his ceiling.

📻 The trapdoor is cracked open --not because he left it that way, but because of the damage it received (along with the rest of his studio) from the epic battle between them and the Angels.

📻 Alastor's raking hand slows to a stop.

📻 Up in that room amidst the debris is his microphone. The stand's been fixed, but the mic's damaged. Alastor's been making it work as he attempts to fix it, but...

📻 He sighs, his smile growing small.

📻 If he could've beaten that damn Adam, he'd be an even stronger overlord than he already is. Perhaps even stronger than many hellborns. He'd probably even be able to fight himself out of that shitty deal...

📻 Ring, ring!

📻 Alastor's ears shoot up in surprise.

📻 Ah, yes! He'd gotten a personal landline from his dear friend Rosie not very long ago!

📻 Without realizing it, Alastor stands from his seat to swiftly move toward the phone, grinning wider than before.

📻 It's an elegant candlestick-styled landline encrusted with golden swirls and molded from a beautiful, shimmering red.

📻 A gift that could be from no one other than Rosie...

📻 "Hello, Alastor speaking!"

📻 "Alastor," Rosie laughs heartily, and Alastor's cheeks press into his eyes as he basks in her moment of amusement. "You don't need to answer the phone that way, you know!"

📻 "Oh, but I simply want you to know that you're speaking with me, my dear!" Alastor says cheekily.

📻 "I see... so, does that mean the Radio Demon himself has an imposter on the loose?" Rosie asks, matching Alastor's sass. He can almost feel her signature sharp grin growing ever wider.

📻 "Of course not!" Alastor chirps. "Because I'd have already tracked him down and killed him!" Instinctively, Alastor's free hand pulls itself into a tightly balled fist, a green glow suddenly shooting from his being as he feels the souls swirling within buzz with life, his horns stretching across his torso.

📻 Truthfully, the very thought of someone imitating him and potentially tricking Rosie pisses him off. Perhaps he should go out and make an example of someone... you know, just to keep the record straight.

📻 Rosie laughs even harder. "Oh, Alastor! I wouldn't have believed it for a second!"

📻 "Hm. Is that so?" Alastor's horns shrink, and just that quick, he's calm. He sits at his dressing table, leaning into his hand as he presses the earpiece further into his ear.

📻 "No, what do you take me for, a fool?" Before Alastor can say anything, Rosie follows up with, "I could never mistake anyone else for you, hun."

📻 There is a short pause, and Alastor hums. Rosie continues...

📻 "I have a peculiar feeling, though. It's the reason I called you today."

📻 "Oh? And what would that reason be?" Alastor asks. He lifts his head from his palm, preferring to twirl the earpiece's cord at the moment.

📻 "I haven't seen or heard from you since that crazy battle two days ago. I know you're still healing Alastor --"

📻 "Not at all!" The words shoot through Alastor's teeth, and Rosie falls silent. The quietness between them grows as Alastor tenses for a moment. His smile feeling quite forced now, he clears his throat.

📻 "I'm doing just fine, Rosie. Is that all you wanted to say?" Alastor's ears remain pinned down, and he drags his pointed nails across the table's surface, making light scratches in it. There's a low, rumbly sound on the other line. Rosie's humming.

📻 Finally, she says, "I know you too well, Alastor."

📻 "Really?" Snarkily, Alastor says, "I think there's more to know, my friend!"

📻 Rosie asks if that's a joke or if he seriously believes that. Alastor replies but doesn't necessarily answer the question.

📻 Honestly, he doesn't know if he's joking or not either.

📻 "You're irritated." Rosie simply says.

📻 "Not so --I feel quite well this morning!" Alastor insists.

📻 "You're not usually up at four, nearly five in the morning. Your day starts at six or seven, maybe seven-thirty going on eight if you're sleeping in late." Rosie says firmly. The tightness in her voice makes Alastor's grin slowly pull back into some kind of snarl, his nose crinkling. Heat rises within him, his face going from a purplish gray to a deep magenta.

📻 "Rosie," Alastor chuckles, but nothing's funny. "What do you know of my schedule? No one knows my schedule."

📻 "I know you usually start your morning with a hunt and a cold meal." She says.

📻 "Many people do!" Alastor replies.

📻 "Usually, you're already dressed, but given the time, I bet you're in your drabbier clothes."

📻 "Hah! I'm fully dressed!" Alastor says, awkwardly glancing elsewhere at the blatant lie.

📻 "With a smile? Sure. In your day clothes? Absolutely not!" Rosie huffs.

📻 "Well, what does it matter to you, Rosie?!" Alastor snaps, his fist slamming onto the table. Rosie laughs a little. It's adorable, but it only pisses him off more.

📻 "And losing your temper? Now, that's really not like you, Alastor." Rosie says. Alastor grunts. Being taunted into acting out of his character... is unlike him.

📻 And pretty embarrassing, actually.

📻 Especially on the phone with Rosie...

📻 Trying his best to regain control, Alastor slowly lets out a laugh of his own. It's a little weird-sounding --not entirely forced and not entirely genuine...

📻 "Come on, Alastor," Rosie finally says, "Tell me what's wrong."

📻 Alastor remains silent, however. His lips purse into an uncomfortably tight smile.

📻 "You know how I know something's wrong with you?" Rosie asks.

📻 Alastor remains silent. After a while, Rosie says...

📻 "You're speaking without your radio voice."

📻 Somehow, Alastor's brows furrow even more. His spirit shrivels into a tiny ball, and if he had a tail --truthfully -- it'd probably be tucking itself beneath his behind by now.

📻 "Alastor the Radio Demon has a very distinctive voice, you know!" Rosie says, "But every now and again, when it's an odd hour of the day, and there hasn't been any broadcasts, or those baby overlords aren't complaining about a certain radio demon on their little picture boxes or tiny telephones..."

📻 "When I don't even hear a Cab Calloway song or a ragtime piece playing on your channel... I know there's something wrong with my dearest friend." Rosie finishes her explanation, now going silent. Alastor remains silent as well.

📻 A few moments pass.

📻 "... Alastor? Are you there, Alastor?" Rosie asks.

📻 "... Of course I am, my dear."

📻 With his refusal to say anything else, Rosie sighs deeply.

📻 "I suppose you don't want to tell me." She says.

📻 "Well --" Alastor is interrupted by Rosie.

📻 "Ah, ah, ah! Don't worry about it. I won't push you any further." She says this so sweetly, a smile evident in her tone.

📻 After a moment, Alastor can't help but think to himself, "She's the only person in all of Hell who could get under my skin like this and yet survive."

📻 Does she realize how special she is?

📻 Then, Alastor shifts in his seat, leaning into his chair and tucking his free hand into the sleeve that is his arm and torso.

📻 Indeed, she's a special demon after all. How could he ever stay mad at one of his closest friends?

📻 Alastor's spirit slowly lifts and expands inside him, and before he knows it, his mouth moves on its own.

📻 "You have always been so earnest, Rosie," he says, "It has always been the spirit I've admired in you."

📻 "Oh!" Rosie seems caught off guard, and Alastor finds himself laughing. For real, this time.

📻 His ears lift as do his shoulders. Everything's brighter just that quickly.

📻 "You've always been so charming, my friend!" He continues. "A one-of-a-kind demon belle."

📻 This time Rosie gets to laugh.

📻 With half-lidded eyes, Alastor shifts to lean into his hand again. He takes this moment to simply enjoy the sound of Rosie's laughter this early hellish morning.

📻 "Oh, Alastor," she coos between her giggles, "You're the most!"

📻 "And you're the mostest."

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WOO!! Finally done!!

I did NOT intend for Alastor's part to be so long! Like, BRO, when I finished writing it (FINALLY!) I just sat back and checked the time… it went from 11PMish when I started to damn 2, goin’ on 3 o’clock!! I was like “WTH??!!” 😭😂😂

Plus!! I feel like the beginning is kind of slow, but, BUT I think y'all gonna survive based on the rest of the story!

That said, I kinda feel like this part of the “Squish” collection leans a lot more platonic as compared to Rosie’s part, but I thought about it and was like: “You know, that’s not necessarily a bad thing!” After all, while I personally HC Rosie as someone in the grey area of aroace, I always imagine Alastor as someone who is romance-indifferent (based on how he behaved in the comics when some of the ladies of cannibal town were swooning over him, otherwise, I don’t know if there’s been any other info from the creators about his feelings toward romance (not smex!!), but I don’t get the impression that he’s disgusted or completely put off by it —just disinterested, if nothing else). As such, I felt like someone like Alastor, while not seemingly as bothered by the idea of intimacy/romance as much as he is seggs, would probably not think romance or even behave in such a way when dealing with someone he’s especially close to. At the same time, with the kind of chemistry he has with Rosie, I can easily see an intimate bond between them. Is it sexual intimacy? Absolutely not. Romantic intimacy? … Ehhhhh, so-so but not quite, especially on Alastor’s end. Is it simply a deep, emotional kind of intimacy? Slightly blurring the lines between platonic and romantic?? Well, yeah, kind of like that!

All and all, I’m still deciding what kind of quasi-platonic relationship I want them to have. I feel like it would be a kind of intimate relationship where certain forms of intimacy are welcome (cuddles, hand-holding/arm-linking, hours specifically reserved for each other (dates, lol), innocent kisses here and there, etc), but in honor of Alastor’s sex-averse nature, I imagine sex, for example, isn’t really something they would engage in —if ever at all, honestly.

And I think I feel fine with that. There’s plenty of Alastor content that completely ignores his sex-averse nature for the sake of a spicy fanfic, and to each their own I suppose, but I do think there could be at least a fair amount of content (shipping or otherwise) that still at least tries to respect Alastor’s orientation.

Although, at the same time I feel like for those who challenge Alastor being paired with anyone, many of them are starting to imply (or flat-out say) that bc of his aroaceness he couldn’t possibly be in a relationship of any kind?? That he’d be utterly repulsed by it??

On one hand, if that’s your headcanon, do what you want! Plus, there are def aroace folk who don’t want to engage in relationships of any kind, and that’s valid, too. On the other hand, I’m a little concerned that a lot of people are starting to (once again) associate all ace, aro-, and aroaces with this inherent disgust or disinterest in intimacy! I feel like this is snowballing into the “aces/aros/aroaces are emotionless/can’t love/robots” kind of thing!! And this time, it’s being perpetuated by other aroace/aspec people!! Which is crazy!!

All in all though, I just feel like —bottom line —if you’re gonna ship Alastor, at least try to be respectful of his orientation. However, let us all keep in mind that being aroace/aspec does NOT mean you “can’t love”/care about some intimately. That may not include sex/romance, and if it does, it may not look the way it’s depicted in allo relationships, but that doesn’t make it any less valid. Idk. It’s just something I’ve been noticing lately… IDK!!! It’s complicated, lol.

Anywho, I’ll finally get off my soapbox again!! lol. I believe I said I’d follow up on this miniature RadioRose collection with a few HCs?? Like a traditional HC list?? Soo…. Yeah!

Hope you guys enjoyed the post, long as it is —and all of you stay tuned!!! 📻

Part I 🌹 | Part II 📻

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scourgeofshadows · 11 months ago

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Exorcist Headcanons/Theories

Because Vaggie didn't IMMEDIATELY regrow a new pair of wings, does that mean whatever injury exorcists sustain could only regenerate through a trigger?

Vaggie's new pair of wings are a different color than her original wings, so if an exorcist were to lose a body part NOT by a holy weapon, then whatever is regenerated will take whatever form that the trigger influenced

Lute may or may not regrow her arm back. She didn't lose her arm to angelic weapons, so she didn't lose it permanently. If the trigger allowing regeneration is only activated through strong and just thoughts/feelings (perhaps combined with immense training), then that means Lute won't regenerate her arm immediately due to having so much grief and anguish. Maybe thinking what she'll do for the sake of Adam MIGHT lead to regrowing an arm, but what if it takes a demonic appearance? Knowing Lute, maybe she'd bottle up her grief and set it aside so she can focus on vengeance.

Exorcists & Sinners regenerate differently since exorcists may seem to possess varying degrees of control over regrowing what they lost (with Vaggie just figuring out how to regenerate a new pair of wings)

Like what some theorists have already mentioned, only a few exorcists appear to have lines around their neck which may be an indication that they're a higher rank than ordinary exorcists. Most of them seem to have spears, which are a common and generic weapon among that army, so maybe having a distinct weapon is another way to identify a high-ranking exorcist?

High-ranking exorcists get to choose a weapon of their liking and add a few changes to their attire

With Adam dead, Lute probably undergoes a new design (like perhaps have a golden halo, include some of Adam's clothing elements to hers, gold & black wings, POSSIBLY a robotic arm, etc.)

If there's a lieutenant, there could be secondary lieutenants or generals as well

Quite a few of the surviving exorcists likely have battle scars that may have a goldish tint to them due to the fact their blood is gold in color (I bet that'll lead to them considering adding armor to their uniform & practice self-defense against sinners so they're better prepared)

Lute seems to be quite smart & takes her role quite seriously, so if she doesn't succumb to her rage, she definitely is reasonable enough to be aware that she & her army should prepare before making a move (that gives plenty of time for the Vees to be the main antagonists in S2)

Seeing Lute with roughed up wings, I assume that means exorcist feathers prolly molt (tho we have yet to see any exorcist feathers laying around during/after exterminations)

Exorcists are bloodthirsty & sadistic, so I can imagine that there'd be a list of extermination records such as highest kill count, how many kills there were each year, top 10 deadliest exorcists each year, etc.

275 is considered badass according to Adam, so whatever is the average kill counts is significantly lower (like maybe 100-150)

Exorcist eyes are typically yellow/ivory & their skin as well as hair color is in a gray scale (with Adam as an exception)

Since Adam has been around since the beginning of exorcists, it's UNLIKELY Carmilla could've ever been the head exorcist before him

I've seen a theory regarding Vaggie having just a single stripe on her wings unlike everyone else who has 2, so she either may have always had 1 stripe or it can be possible that wings change appearance (tho that's a stretch)

However, if it's true Vaggie having 1 stripe is an indication of virtue due to her wings having more white than usual, that means other exorcists with lighter wings would've faced some discrimination & immense pressure (since I haven't seen such occur cuz Vaggie's wings weren't mentioned as to why she's punished, then having 1 stripe is rare af & that makes absolute sense). The pressure placed on unusual-winged folk prevents any more of them from falling into hell & ofc it's best to maintain as much of the army intact as possible so they can do the extermination with minimal issues.

There may or may not be other fallen exorcists & it's plausible we don't see them because they're disguised or in hiding (or they're already dead)

It may be quite a stretch, but Vaggie isn't the ONLY exorcist who gained a sense of morality (there may have been other exorcists who have fallen because of it or are bottling it all up in denial)

Fallen exorcists may have been kept in record, but somewhere in absolute secrecy so they're unheard of for the sake of maintaining stability (or it could be the other way around & they're constantly referenced as to place fear among the exorcists to prevent them from ever stepping out of line)

It's more possible that exorcists fall for reasons besides showing mercy (such as disliking Adam for how immature & sloppy he is as a commander & desiring to kill him or killing sinners when it isn't extermination day)

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animatedhh-shenanigans · 3 months ago

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HH HC: Daisy (Troublesome 20th century hippie) introduces Ben & Jerry’s ice cream from her time to Benjamin (Vile/Villainous Victorians gentleman) and he absolutely loves it. Devours it and politely demands for more

#they have a silly dynamic #horrible histories #horrible histories animated characters #HHAC #Troublesome 20th Century #Vile Victorians #Villainous Victorians #HH Headcanons

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janicemarieaudio · 1 year ago

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Listen, alright, I know Alastor is confirmed to be Aromantic/Asexual, but you can’t not tell me that Alastor wouldn’t pull a Phantom of the Opera and fall for a beautiful Soprano.

Like, Alastor is sooo Phantom-coded.

Radio x Theatre/Opera; to me, the math is mathing

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #Alastor x soprano #hh #hh headcanons #Alastor headcanon

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piperslovebot · 8 months ago

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Okay I love this

#hazbin hotel #katie killjoy #lesbian katie killjoy #hh headcanons #pride headcanons #my headcanons

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prof-ramses · 1 year ago

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Since it’s the holiday season, I’ve got some festive ideas/headcanons pertaining to Mammon:

After seeing a lot of discussion regarding the Sinsmas episode, I found my self with the reoccurring mental image of Mammon taking the role of a mall Santa, with demonic parents bringing their kids out to get their picture taken with the big green bogan (for a hefty price, naturally). Moreover, I think that Mammon would turn the concept of a mall Santa on its head by shilling his products to the kids and pressuring their parents to take the hint.

You cannot convince me that Mammon would not release a Have Yourself A Meaty Little Christmas style album as both another product to pedal and a means to advertise the rest of his brand. Building off of that, you know for a fact that he dragged Fizzarolli into the scheme and more than likely managed to rope the other Sins into it as well.

Mammon doesn’t actually see the resemblance his usual attire gives him to a pine tree and gets aggravated when people point it out.

These are just some dumb ideas i thought were funny I had rattling around in my head.

These are great, so let's build off of them:

The only kid he actually listens to in his "Santa" gig is Charlie. If there's one good thing that came out of Hazbin getting picked up, it's that canon can never come in the way of our ideas for cute interactions between Charlie and the other Sins.

I've said it before, but I like to think that though he no longer enjoys performing it, Mam still enjoys playing music and would probably use those albums to release some songs he's been workshopping on and off for a while. That way he makes some cash off them and gets the satisfaction of people liking his music without him actually having to perform it.

I think he's aware of it but doesn't really pay it much mind. What really annoys him is when people don't drop the joke and just try again and again to get a reaction out of him.

#helluva boss #hellaverse #hazbin hotel #hb Mammon #helluva Mammon #hellaverse Mammon #Mammonposting #hh Charlie #hazbin Charlie #hellaverse Charlie #hb heacnon #helluva bos headcanon #helluva boss headcanons #hb headcanons #hh headcanon #hh headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel headcanons #Ramses Answers

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theeyebrowexpress · 11 months ago

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In my heart I believed Alastor found a way to cheat in that game against Husk

#would the contract be broken if Husk found out? idk #husk #Alastor #Hazbin hotel #headcanons #hh headcanons

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sweetiepie08 · 5 months ago

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@madreemeritus Why do you keep having all the same headcanons as me? 😆

Also, he’s good at math, particularly when it comes to calculating percentages in his head. The Hotel Crew found this out when Charlie was trying to verbally work out at math problem and yelled out the answer from down the hall.

New hc!!! Everyone just kinda assumes that Angel is a dumb bimbo, being a pornstar and all, that's the persona he portrays in most of his films. But as we know his family is part of the Mafia, so assuming he participated in the family business he must have learned a lot about management and business strategy. Just a lot of knowledge on how to run the family business.

So the whole hotel crew is very shocked when Charlie is having a full on breakdown (because let's be honest, she does NOT know how to run a hotel, much less has the experience to do it) and Angel just casually checks the finances of the hotel very expertly. Doesn't even break a sweat.

#angel dust #hazbin hotel #HH headcanons

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mandareeboo · 1 year ago

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Husk strikes me as the type of guy to be super into whiskey and the aging process and have a stash that's from like before WW1 and once in a while he'll pop a cork and share a glass as long as the recipient promises to cherish it.

And Angel Dust, without fail, will take a sip and be like "Ya, that sure tastes like wood" just to piss him off.

#Hazbin Hotel #HH Spoilers #Hazbin Hotel Spoilers #HH Headcanons #Husk #Angel Dust #Falc talks

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 7 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel/Hell Hotel Headcanons: Baxter 🐟🧪⚗️

My HH Headcanons. Baxter uses his head light for nightime reading. He also has a subscription to National Geographic. There’s a lot more books he’s read on the other side of his tank. He’s wearing a nightshirt.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

Also did Nightwear for Charlie & Vaga, Angel and Niffty💖 Hope to get the rest of the 🌈 cast 🌈at some point too!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel redesigns #Baxter #habzin hotel Baxter #HH baxter #HH headcanons #My art #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin redesign #hazbin redesigns #hellaverse #baxter fanart #Hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel redesign #Hell hotel

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societalenemynumberone · 10 months ago

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*Before the creation of Hell*

Sera: So what did you get Deadpool!Reader for their birthday?

Elder Angel: I got them a kitten

Young Emily: Really? Me too!

Michael: I also got them a cat.

Sera: Looks like we all had the same idea

God: *sigh* [Looks at Lucifer] Please tell me you got them something other than a cat.

Lucifer: I got them a kitten...

[Cut to Reader staring blankly as they are surrounded by cats]

Reader: *Inhales* THIS IS BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!

#hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x female reader #my hh deadpool reader #SocialEnemy's ideas

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jubileemon · 11 months ago

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There is a more symbolic reason behind Alastor's and Lucifer's mutual dislike between each other, in biblical lore the stag is meant to represent Christ while Lucifer is represented by the snake.

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greenandsorrow · 1 month ago

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The world we knew.

⊰⁠⊹ฺ Christmas Special ☆ﾟ⁠.

🤎🎄 human!Alastor x fem!reader 🎄🤎

☞ Your world crushes around you when you discover the truth about your beloved, childhood friend. Yet, not all hope is lost, 'tis the season for it after all.

☞ Not very lore accurate in the sense that I didn't want to make you suffer, much. It's happy holidays, not sad! (I'll definitely write human!Al stuff again)

Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates!!!

Alastor hummed to himself as he strolled the festive streets of Louisiana, his signature smile masking the darkness lurking beneath. The Jazz Age gleamed around him, mixing with the holiday cheer. The streets were alive with the sounds of celebrations. Decorations hung from every lamp post and the scent of cider wafted through the crisp winter air.

You were out and about as well -oblivious to his presence so far. Enjoying the festive atmosphere that surrounded you, you couldn't help but feel excited in an almost childish way.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called your name, snapping you out of the giddy trance.

You turned and saw him -Alastor, his tall and slender frame as striking as ever, his smile warm and his chocolatey brown eyes locked onto yours. His slicked-back hair and his stylish attire gave him an air of effortless charm.

For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped.

"Alastor!" you exclaimed, heart fluttering as you rushed toward him. "I can't believe it is really you!"

His smile widened and he tipped his top hat.

"Ma chère" he greeted you in that melodic Creole drawl. "What a pleasant surprise. It's been far too long, hasn't it?"

"Yes, yes it has! You look... incredible" you complimented, unable to hide your admiration. "What have you been up to all these years?"

"Oh, the usual" his tone laced with mischief. "Well my radio show keeps me busy. A bit of exploring here, some delightful chaos there. You know how it is!"

He winked and you laughed, shaking your head. "You haven't changed a bit."

The two of you walked the vibrant streets of New Orleans, reminiscing about your shared past.

Alastor led you through the French Quarter, while weaving stories of jazz clubs and his successful career as a radio host.

Eventually, leaving the crowded streets, you made your way to the park, where the lights seemed to twinkle more softly, casting a magical glow over the cold evening.

The sun began to set, painting the sky orange and pink. The glow illuminated Alastor's features, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and that glimmer in his eyes. You found yourself staring.

He noticed, of course.

"Caught in the sunset, are we?" he teased, a knowing grin making its appearance.

You flushed, embarrassed. "It's just… beautiful out here."

As more time passed, a chill crept into the air. Noticing -such an observant man!- your shivering, Alastor slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. "We can't have you catching a cold, ma chère" he murmured, his tone soft and protective.

The gesture made your heart swell with affection. Despite his playful attitude, there was a warmth to him that made you feel safe, even now.

Later that same evening, Alastor invited you to a holiday gathering at his apartment. His insistence left no room for refusal. "You must come" he said, his smile radiant. "It wouldn't be the same without you."

His apartment was modest but elegant, decorated with garlands of holly and the cinnamon scented candles.

You were greeted with a warm embrace, his arms strong yet gentle. "Happy Christmas..." he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You look lovely in this dress..."

The gathering was lively, filled with laughter and jazz music. As one would expect, Alastor was the star of the evening, his voice weaving an irresistible spell over everyone in the room -like he had some sort of superhuman power that showed itself every time he opened his mouth to speak...

You found yourself enchanted, holding a delicate snow globe he gifted you. It was simply beautiful -snowflakes swirling around a tiny replica of the French Quarter. However, as you turned it in your hands, a strange unease settled in your chest.

Tucking the snow globe into your coat pocket, you slipped to another, quieter room. There, on a wooden desk, you noticed a letter. Its envelope was bearing Alastor's characteristic, distinct, and deliberate handwriting.

"My Dearest Mama,

I hope this letter finds you well. I think of you every day, and I pray that you aren't working yourself too hard. I miss you more than words can express, though I know for a fact we'll never meet again. Not after what I have done.

The memories haunt me, Mama. What he did to me… the pain, the fear... It never leaves. I tried to endure it for so long, to keep it hidden from you, but it grew inside me like poison. And one night, I just couldn't take it anymore. I ended it. Permanently.

I know you loved him once, but you did not know him like I did. He was a monster, Mama. And though the world is better without him, I fear I have become something worse. The darkness I carry now… it is unbearable.

I do not seek forgiveness. I do not deserve it. I just wanted you to know the truth, even if it comes out too late.

With love and regret,

Your son."

Your hands were trembling as you re-read the words over and over. The elegant handwriting of your childhood friend carried a weight that made your chest tighten.

"Oh Alastor..." you whispered, your mind buzzing with questions.

Before you could overthink it, you placed the letter into the pocket the snow globe also resided in and turned to find him.

A storm had started outside, already fierce, rain hitting against the windows as thunder growled in the distance.

When Alastor saw you coming out of his office, his usual confidence faltered at the sight of you -pale and clearly upset.

"Ma chère" he began softly, stepping in the quiet room and motioning you to follow him. "What's wrong?"

You didn't chew on your words.

"I found your letter. I need to hear it from you. Everything."

The flicker of resignation in his eyes made your stomach feel sick. He gestured for you to sit, but he remained standing, posture stiff.

"I suppose there really is no point in hiding it now" he said, his voice steady but without the usual warmth.

"Yes, I killed him. My father. And I would do it again."

His admission felt like a physical blow, but it wasn't even the act itself that left you reeling -it was the anguish in his voice, the raw pain he radiated even as he tried to appear composed.

"I wanted to protect you from this part of myself" he continued, his gaze fixed on the floor. "You see, you're the only good thing in my life and I just couldn't bear the thought of you seeing me as a monster."

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to feel. "You were only protecting yourself."

A pause.

Your throat felt dry.

Betrayal, disbelief, anger, sadness, helplessness and empathy all screamed in your mind. Empathy was the loudest.

At last, you stood and reached for his hand.

"But you're not a monster, Alastor. You're a man who's been through... Hell. But if we're going to move forward, there can't be any more secrets. No more masks. And it's going to be us, together."

Alastor froze for a moment before his fingers slowly curled around yours.

"You mean it?" he asked, his voice softer than you've ever heard it.

"I do."

"If you can accept me as I am, then I will give you everything."

And he did.

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