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Room Service

Human Hotel Trip ~ Part 3 ~ 2.5k

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ Charlastor ₊⁺⋆ Eventually Explicit

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

//In which Alastor gets just a lil tipsy and a lil clingy. Cute and fluffy before the inevitable //

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Charlie felt like she could float down the lavish hallway.

She really needed a spa at the Hazbin Hotel. She felt amazing right now, and the relaxing scent of lavender massage oil was clinging to her skin.

The princess rounded the corner, and stopped short, blinking at the sight before her.

Alastor already looked different in his human form, but now he looked nothing like himself. His usually impeccable hair was mussed and his black and white vest were open, showing a more than a peek of his brown skin.

“Uh, hey Al…?”

His head turned at the sound of Charlie’s voice. The man looked at her with a lopsided grin and unfocused eyes.

“Ah, my dear! There you are,” despite the state of him, Alastor’s voice was chipper as ever. “I seem to have misplaced our room key. But fear not! I’ve also discovered that the mini bar still packs quite a punch.”

“Al,” Charlie fought back a smile. “Are you drunk?”

“Tipsy, darling. Merely tipsy.” He insisted, straightening out his vest with a dignified huff. “I simply got bored waiting for you to return and thought I’d have a seat.”

“Uh-huh.” Charlie bit her lip, torn between amusement and concern.

She had never seen the Radio Demon so…disheveled. It was oddly endearing, like a kitten trying to act dignified after tumbling off the couch. Not that she would ever voice that to Alastor.

“You know,” the princess couldn’t resist teasing him just a little bit. “You could have used your powers to get back inside.”

If Charlie Morningstar didn’t know better, she would have sworn the great and powerful Overlord was now blushing.

“Ah, yes, well.” Alastor cleared his throat. “I may have indeed attempted such a feat.”

“And..?”

“Let’s just say I now have much more intimate knowledge of the habits of humans in hotel rooms than I ever cared to possess,” Alastor admitted with a grimace. “I have never been less thrilled to hear such blood-curdling screams…and that, my dear, is saying something.”

Charlie couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, picturing how the Radio Demon’s absolute mortification at popping up in some unsuspecting human’s room.

“Princess, are you laughing at me?”

“No, no, I’d never!” Charlie bit her lip and quickly stifled the sound, before giving a sympathetic wince. “Come on, you silly demon, let’s get you inside before you scandalize anyone else.”

She bent to help Alastor to his feet. To her complete shock, the man clung to her to keep from swaying as he stood. One of his lanky arms wrapped around her shoulders for support.

Charlie hesitated, but he’d started it, so she put an arm around his trim waist. Before remembering, she needed to fish her key out of her pocket.

Though as soon as she reached for the lock, Alastor gave a dangerous wobble. He was about as stable as a newborn fawn—and she was fumbling with the doorknob.

Charlie pushed the door open with her foot, carefully pulling Alastor with her into the room. “Easy there, I’ve got you.”

“You certainly do, darling.” He hummed, and she felt a brush against her hair—was he nuzzling her?

As they stumbled into the room, Charlie couldn’t help but marvel at how different Alastor was in this state. She’d seen him drink plenty at the bar in their hotel, and he’d always kept his aloof demeanor. Was he just trying to pull at her heartstrings?

“You’re a ray of sunshine, Charlie dear.” Alastor murmured. And the princess found herself waiting for the punchline. The other end of the quip. For the insult at the backhand of the compliment.

But it never came. Even as she kicked the door shut—and she was alone in the honeymoon suite with a very cuddly radio demon.

Charlie’s cheeks blazed hot and pink as her true form.

“Okay, big guy. Let’s get you to bed.”

She attempted to deposit Alastor onto one side of the king-sized bed, but his gangly limbs seemed to have a mind of their own. The blonde leaned forward, and the bespectacled man lost his balance, flailed gracelessly, and pulled her down with him.

Charlie let out a yelp of surprise as she landed on top of Alastor. With their noses mere inches apart.

For one moment, she felt like she could feel both of their hearts stop in their chests. He was so close. Closer than she’d ever seen him allow anyone to be.

And neither of them moved.

Then, Alastor’s rich, melodious laugh filled the air instead of static. And Charlie swore she felt his arms tightened around her.

“Well now, this is quite the predicament.”

Charlie found herself transfixed with the mirth in his dark eyes.

Alastor was breathtakingly handsome as a human—all dapper charm even when he was rumpled. And…the princess had forgotten how good it felt to be held this close to someone.

Their eyes met, and Alastor’s laugh faded away. The intensity of his gaze stole every thought from her head.

Other than the all-consuming urge to close the distance between them and—kiss Alastor.

Where the hell did that impulse come from? She couldn’t, possibly…

“Charlie…?” the demon breathed, his voice lower than she’d ever heard it. No antique filter crackling, no performer’s pitch and cadence. Just him, asking her what she was doing.

And she had no idea.

Charlie took a sharp breath, cleared her throat, and scrambled back onto her feet. Finally breaking the spell.

“Well!” She clapped her hands together, forcing a cheerful tone. “I’m starving. How about we order some room service?

Alastor blinked, leaning up on his elbows and looking momentarily disoriented. “Room service?”

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Twenty minutes later, their room was filled with an assortment of dishes. Not so much dinner as Charlie try to convince Alastor to try any modern and stifling her laughter at his undisguised disdain.

Currently, he was eyeing a hamburger like it had personally insulted him.

“And humans willingly consume this... monstrosity?” he asked, poking at the bun with a fork. “Utter depravity.”

Charlie nearly snorted as she tried to contain her glee. “Just try it, with the fries!”

“I think not.” Alastor wrinkled his nose. “Even inebriated, I do have standards.”

The blonde’s face warmed at that, given how they’d tumbled into the room together, but she hid it behind a handful of fries. As his gaze fell on a plate of delcate sushi.

“My word, is that raw fish? Have the mortals truly regressed to cavemen?”

“It’s a delicacy! Created by artists!” Charlie protested, though she couldn’t stop grinning. She took a piece in one bite, like she read the proper way to eat it was, but Alastor turned up his nose again.

She managed to get him to actually eat a portion of jambalaya, though with the commentary that it couldn’t hold a finger to the recipe his mother used to make. Though it still warmed her to see him enjoying it, leaning back against the plush headboard of their bed—the bed.

To the think, the ever-composed Radio Demon. Relaxing, lounging , with a real smile on his face. It hadn’t escaped her notice that soft jazz was playing from the bluetooth speaker in the room, either.

She wondered if he had figured out how to use the technology, or if the music was coming from Alastor himself.

Charlie had watched him for so long, her face started heating again, and she quickly looked away.

“What’s this?” She tilted her head, walking back over to the cart that their room service had been delivered on.

Charlie lifted a silver platter piled with what looked like little pillows of dough covered in powdered sugar. They hadn’t ordered dessert—mostly because she knew Alastor despisde anything too sweet.

“Ah, those are beignets. A classic. ” He moved to sit at the edge of the bed next to her. “And they certainly bring back memories.”

To Charlie’s continued surprise, not only did Alastor take a bite—but his eyes fell closed for a moment, like he was truly savoring the taste.

She selected her own beignet, but her eyes stayed on the powdered sugar dusting his lips. “I thought you didn’t like sweets?”

“Ordinarily, no. But these were…” he patted his mouth with a napkin delicately, though still a little clumsy. “A rare treat growing up. Mama would spend hours making them, and the smell would fill our little house…” His gaze grew distant, lost in memory.

Charlie felt a pang in her chest at seeing this softer side of Alastor.

They enjoyed their beignets in companiable silence, trying to minimize the mess but failing spectacularly. The princess noticed a mug of coffee sitting where the desserts had been, and she picked it up without thought.

“Careful, darling that’s—”

Charlie had taken a sip without a thought, and felt her lips twist as her entire body shuddered at the taste.

“Bitter coffee.” Alastor chuckled, taking the mug from her as the blonde quickly stuffed a beignet in her mouth to get the taste of her tongue.

“It’s so bitter.” Charlie shuddered, wriggling her shoulder at the lingering taste on her tongue. “Is that always served with beignets??”

“It should be.” Alastor shrugged. “Sweetness can be, overwhelming, without a counterbalance.”

His meaning and his lingering gaze went right over Charlie’s head as she looked around at the mess they’d made. Powdered sugar covered their hands, faces, and clothes.

“I think we both need to shower.” Charlie chuckled. “Seperately, obviously, I mean I’ll go first.” She stood up too quickly, hiding her renewed blush by digging into one of his many pink bags.

“Lady first.” Alastor agreed easily, already laying back against the mound of overstuff pillows. The smile on his face lazy as a Sunday afternoon.

His eyelids were already drooping.

“Al, don’t fall asleep yet.” she warned playfully.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my dear.” Alastor mumbled, his eyes already closed. No doubt weighed down with drinks and comfort food.

Charlie shook her head fondly as she closed the bathroom door.

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When the princess emerged from the bathroom, she was surprised to see the powder sugar vanished. The plates stacked neatly back on the room service cart. And a spotless Alastor dozing on the bed.

He must be able to use some of his powers after all.

Charlie padded softly across the room, her damp hair leaving a trail of water droplets on the plush carpet as she approached the bed.

Alastor lay sprawled, his clothes clean of powdered sugar but rumpled around the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

She reached out to touch his shoulder, to try to wake him gently, before thinking better of it. His name was on her lips…when she decided she’d rather not wake him at all.

Charlie smiled, moving over to the light switch on the wall, bathing the room in a warm light from the bedside lamps.

Alastor’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused and still hazy. “Ah, Charlie, dear?” He slurred outright now, swaying even as he attempted to sit up.

“Hey Al, I was just going to bed.”

“Ah, yes. I’ll just…make my way to the sofa.”

He struggled to his feet, swaying precariously. Charlie reached out to steady him on instinct.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.” She said, concern weigh down her tone. “You’re still pretty tipsy. “

Alastor waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense, I’m perfectly fine. Just need to...” He snapped his fingers, a flash of red light momentarily illuminated the room. When it faded, Alastor stood dressed in blood-red silk pajamas, buttoned up to his chin.

It was odd how just the made Alastor look like himself.

Charlie blinked, realizing she was staring again. “Well, at least you managed that without teleporting yourself somewhere else,” she teased.

Alastor’s face fell slightly at the reminder of his earlier magical mishaps. “Yes, well... still, the sofa awaits.”

Charlie shook her head firmly, stepping in front of his path. “No way. The bed is big enough for both of us. We can share.”

Alastor’s dark eyebrows shot up. “My dear, I coun’t possibly—”

“You could possibly, I’m insisting.” Charlie grabbed his shoulders, guiding him back onto the bed. “Look, we’ll put a pillow between us, okay? Like a barrier.”

Charlie moved back over to her side of the bed, setting one of the large decorative pillows down the center of the bed. Which, with the king-size, left them both plenty of room.

Alastor watched her with a mixture of amusement and uncertainty in his smile. “I suppose I can manage that arrangement.” he conceded, carefully lowering himself back into the pillows on his side.

“Good!” Charlie said brightly, climbing into her side of the bed. A wave of relief relaxed her into the mattress. She hadn’t realized how worried she’d been about leaving him to sleep on the tiny sofa.

Alastor was laying still as the grave on his side.

She reached over, turning off her bedside lamp—before another thought occurred to her. One that was well, sort of important and she should have probably mentioned.

“Oh, fair warning—I tend to get a little—clingy in my sleep.” She said quickly. “The pillow should keep me at bay, but if you wake up with me invading your space you can just push me back over.”

She quickly turned out the light, so he couldn’t glare at her.

But, to Charlie’s growing surprise, all she heard was a soft chuckle in the dark.

“You know, my dear,” he murmured, his words slightly slurred, “I don’t mind if it’s you getting into my personal space.”

Charlie’s hand froze midair, her heart skipping a beat. “What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to face him, but Alastor’s eyes were already closed, his breathing deep and even.

“Alastor?” she tried again, but he was out cold, a soft snore escaping his lips.

Charlie couldn’t help but smile, a mix of fondness and frustration washing over her. “Of course you’d say something like that and then fall asleep,” she muttered, shaking her head.

The soft silver light that escaped between the gap in the floor-length curtains reflected off of Alastor’s round glasses, and Charlie leaned over, carefully removing them.

She took the moment to study his face, this face. Without the glasses and the signature grin, he looked…so human.

The vulnerability of it stirred something in Charlie’s chest that she knew—but wasn’t ready to name.

“Goodnight, Al,” she whispered as she settled back into her pillow.

Charlie found herself hyper-aware of Alastor’s presence beside her. The sound of his steady breathing, the warmth radiating from his side of the bed…the faint scent of him.

With these thoughts swirling in her head, Charlie closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.

As she drifted off, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them, something she couldn’t quite define but couldn’t ignore either.

⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️

⚜️ The Butcher of Bourbon Street ⚜️

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