#leave me alone alastor please. I see him in my dreams

[aromanticannibal]

I'm so glad alastor has been mostly purged from the aro tag

[genderlessdude92]

I’M ALL YOURS

PAIRING: ALASTOR X F!READER

SUMMARY: Alastor and his S/O face the intensity of rut season together, with y/n offering her support and revealing her innocence. (Yup, you’re a virgin in this). Despite initial apprehensions, their passion culminates in a deeply intimate experiemce, as well as a night to remember.

WARNINGS: Usage of y/n, Alastor has a rut, established relationship, reader is female, reader is also a virgin (but of an appropriate age 🙌👏), Mature themes, Character canon divergence, Power dynamics, Graphic description, a bludgeon in reader’s lower stomach, Graphic language (just cussing tho), Animalistic behavior, ermmm minors you really shouldn’t read this ermmmm.

NOTICE: please don’t copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But…thanks for liking my work !! >.<

Requests are open, Support is highly appreciated!

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The room was quiet, save for the distant echoes of laughter from the Hotel's bar. Alastor sat in his chair, sipping a whiskey, his eyes locked onto the flickering flames of the fireplace. The air had anticipation, a tension that even the inferno couldn't burn away. It was a peculiar evening in the Hazbin Hotel, one that seemed to whisper secrets of change in the air.

Suddenly, the door to his suite clicked open. In walked y/n, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had heard the whispers of the upcoming rut season, and the desperate need that came with it. The Hotel was a place of debauchery and sin, but tonight, it felt as if the very walls were holding their breath.

"Alastor," she began, her voice a soft caress in the velvet silence. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, a question in his gaze. She took a deep breath, her heart racing like a wildfire in her chest. This was it. The moment she had been both dreading and craving for what felt like an eternity.

“…I want to help you…through this rut season.” She smiled softly. Before scanning his features for any discomfort, only seeing surprise, she continued, “I know that you usually do it alone…but it’s not what rut season is for.”

Alastor placed his glass aside, standing up with a predatory grace that never failed to make her pulse quicken. He approached her, his eyes traveling up and down her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “And why, pray tell, do you want to help me, my dear?” His voice was a smooth purr, hinting at the power held in check beneath the surface.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she held his gaze firmly. “Because I care about you, and I want to be there for you in every way possible.”

He stopped before her, his hands coming up to cradle her face. “That’s incredibly sweet, but are you sure you know what you’re getting into?” The question hung in the air, a silent challenge that she met with a nod.

“…And i want you to be…” She paused. She knew she was a virgin, on earth and hell…but when would she tell him?…

“…I want you to be… as rough as you need to be…” Her hands dragged upwards on his chest, unbuttoning his suit jacket and tossing it aside. “As touchy…audible…anything…as you need to be for me dear…and i will do the same…”

Alastor’s eyes widened, the revelation of her innocence crashing over him like a tidal wave. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with the gravity of her words. He hadn’t anticipated this, but his body responded with a feral growl, his eyes flashing a fiery red. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, his hands sliding down to the hem of her dress.

He paused, his claws just grazing the fabric. “Are you absolutely certain?” His voice was a mix of concern and desire, his thumbs stroking the soft skin of her hips.

Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with determination. “I trust you, Alastor. I know you’ll take care of me.”

Her words were like a dam breaking, and all of Alastor’s pent-up need and passion flooded forth. He kissed her again, more fiercely this time, his hands hooking under her thighs as he brang them over to the velvety sheets of their shared bed. falling down onto them with her following.

As they kissed, their hands danced over each other’s bodies, peeling away layers of clothing with urgent precision. Buttons popped as y/n’s dress was tossed to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her panties and no bra. His own clothes weren’t spared, as well. His shirt joining the growing pile of discarded fabric.

Finally, she lay before him, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took, her eyes shining with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. He took in the sight of her, committing every inch of her bare skin to memory. He knew he had to be gentle, to treasure her offering, but the beast inside him roared with the need to claim her.

Alastor's hands slid down her torso, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of her waist before they reached the band of her panties. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began to pull them down.

But just not even halfway down, y/n’s hand halted his.

“Alastor…sweetie.” Y/n began, trying to stay serious in the heat of the moment, “I just…want you to know that…I’m a virgin.” She whispered the words into his ear, her voice trembling slightly.

Alastor froze, his eyes going wide with shock. He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching hers for any sign of uncertainty. But what he saw was resolve, a spark that lit the kindling of his own restraint. He took a deep breath, the gravity of her words sinking in. He hadn’t expected this, but he felt a primal instinct to protect and claim her all at once.

With a gentle nod, he leaned back in, kissing her again, more tenderly this time. His hands slid up her sides, caressing her ribs before finally coming to rest on the fullness of her breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs stroking the sensitive peaks through the thin fabric of her panties. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back to press herself closer to him.

“That just means i can claim you even more this season.” He growled.

Their kiss grew more heated, tongues dancing and exploring as their hands continued to wander. He gently pinched her nipples, releasing a yelp from her plush lips. Her hands dug into his hair, holding him close as their kisses grew more frantic. He could feel her pulse racing under his fingertips, a silent plea for more. Alastor’s boxers grew tight as his arousal grew, straining against the fabric, demanding release.

Her panties grew damp with desire, the scent of her arousal mingling with the faint scent of brimstone. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pausing to gaze into her eyes once more. She nodded, her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink, giving him the green light. With one swift movement, he pulled them down, revealing her bare, untouched mound.

Alastor’s eyes feasted on the sight, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He stepped back for a moment, taking in the full picture of her beauty laid bare before him. Her legs were slightly apart, and he could see the glistening of her wetness, an invitation to claim her fully.

He climbed fully onto the bed, his powerful body hovering over hers. Y/n moan at the sight, traveling her fingers down to her clit where she spread her folds for him to see, the wet sound of them separating making Alastor’s ears twitch a bit.

“Fuck—oh, dear…” he began to pump his cock slowly at the sight, his claws digging into the bed sheets as his eyes took in the view of her. She was a vision, a delicate blend of innocence and desire that called to the deepest, most primal parts of him. He leaned in, his nose trailing along her neck as he inhaled her scent, his fangs elongating slightly.

Their kisses grew more frantic, their bodies moving in a silent dance of need. His hands found their way to her hips, and just as she thought he would thrust into her, he instead began to grind his cock onto her clit, collecting her slick onto his swollen, large member.

"Alastor," she gasped out, reaching down to touch him. He growled lowly, but didn't stop her. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, the heat of his arousal surprisingly welcome in her palm. She squeezed gently, unsure of her strength.

He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking upward, encouraging her to move her hand. She took the hint and began to rub him, her strokes tentative but earnest. He was so much larger than she had ever imagined, hot and heavy with need. Her touch seemed to drive him wild, his hips moving in sync with her hand.

He broke the kiss, his eyes half-lidded and filled with a mix of passion and amazement. "You're so brave," he murmured, his voice a low growl. His hands found hers, guiding her movements. He showed her how to squeeze, how to rub the sensitive head of his cock, and how to glide her hand along the length of his shaft. She watched his face, learning his reactions, memorizing every twitch and gasp.

With every stroke, Alastor felt his control slipping. The thought of being her first, of teaching her the pleasures of the flesh, was more intoxicating than any whiskey could ever be. He leaned back, letting her take the lead, watching as she grew more confident in her touch. His hips rocked slightly, pushing into her hand, seeking more.

Her touch grew bolder, more sure, and with a growl of pleasure, Alastor could hold back no longer. He reached down, taking over, stroking himself faster as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin. He knew he had to be careful, had to make this first time perfect for her.

He soon then pulled his cock away from her hand, rubbing her fluids all around it, acting as a lubricant.

“Are you ready, sweetheart? We can stop if you want to.” Alastor’s voice was a gentle rumble, his eyes searching hers for any sign of fear or hesitation.

Y/n nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes. I’m ready. I trust you.”

He took a moment to appreciate her bravery, his heart swelling with affection. With a nod, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers, and then, with a gentle push, he began to enter her.

Her eyes widened at the feeling of him stretching her, her body tightening around him as she took in every inch of his thickness. He was so much larger than she had ever anticipated, filling her in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. A whimper escaped her lips as he pushed deeper, the pressure building within her.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Alastor murmured, his voice soothing despite the animalistic hunger in his eyes. He pushed loose strands away from her face, “Let me in. Let me make it good for you.”

With a nod, she took a deep breath, willing herself to relax. Slowly, his cock pushed past the barrier of her virginity, the pain a brief shock before it morphed into a deep, intense pressure. She gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at me,” he ordered gently, and she did, her gaze locking onto his fiery orbs. “You’re mine now, understand?”

Y/n nodded, her eyes glassy with a mix of pain and pleasure. He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation. She bit her bottom lip, her nails digging into the bed as he filled her completely, her walls stretching around him like a glove.

The pain slowly ebbed away, replaced by a growing warmth that spread through her body. Alastor watched her closely, reading every twitch and gasp, adjusting his pace to match her needs. His movements grew more confident, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease.

Her hips began to move in time with his, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He groaned, his fangs grazing her neck as he fought the urge to mark her. Her walls tightened around him, her moans growing louder with every thrust.

Alastor focused on her lustful facial expressions and the way her breasts bounced up and down from each thrust. Because of this, Alastor grabbed the fat of her hips, and quickened the pace.

The bed creaked under their combined weight, the rhythmic sound of their lovemaking echoing through the room. Y/n’s moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed with every deep thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax.

“Alastor, I’m—I’m going to—” she gasped out, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure.

“Not yet, dear, not until i say so.” He panted, “Save that knot for when you need to milk me, understood?”

Her eyes widened with excitement at his words, nodding eagerly. Alastor leaned in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he pushed deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her entire body convulse. She moaned into his mouth, her legs tightening around him.

As they reached the peak of their passion, Alastor could feel his cock begin to knot, the base swelling until it was lodged firmly inside her. He groaned against her neck, his claws digging into the bed as the pressure grew. Y/n gasped, feeling the sudden change. She looked down, her eyes going wide at the sight of his cock, now bulging beneath her skin, the tip just visible through the soft flesh of her lower belly.

“Alastor, what’s happening?” she panted, a mix of confusion and arousal in her voice.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with passion. “It’s natural, darling. My c-cock is knotting, making sure you carry my s-seed. Just relax, let it happen,” he groaned.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the pressure build, her body adapting to the new sensation. He began to thrust and rut more powerfully, the knot inside her making every movement more intense. She could feel him swelling, filling her completely, the head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb.

Y/n's breath hitched as she watched in a mix of awe and arousal. "Oh, Alastor, baby..." she whispered, her eyes glued to the sight before her. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, a part of him becoming a part of her in the most primal way possible.

Alastor's movements grew more erratic, his need to release overwhelming him. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening. "Fuck, oh, y/n, you feel so good," he groaned, his teeth clenched as he fought to hold back. “Cum for my, dear, milk my cock’s seed out, you’re doing so g-good…!”

Her eyes went wide as she felt the pressure build again, her body responding to his words. She had never felt so filled, so owned. And as she watched the base of his cock bulge beneath her skin, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She tightened her grip on his hips, urging him deeper, whimpering and moaning and babbling nonsense from how cock drink she was, her walls clenching around the thick knot.

With a final, powerful thrust, Alastor reached his peak. He growled, his body shuddering as he released deep inside her. The knot grew even larger, locking them together as his seed filled her womb. She screamed his name, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm.

The room was filled with the scent of their passion, the air thick with the sound of their panting. Alastor leaned down, his forehead pressing against hers, panting like animals after a hunt. Y/n’s eyes searched his, a silent question in them.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice rough with concern.

Her smile was all the answer he needed. “No, it was perfect.” She said between breaths.

They remained like that for a moment, bodies entwined, hearts racing as one. The knot in Alastor's cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, a constant reminder of their union.

After a moment of waiting, Alastor pulled out his now calmed member out of her cunt, but slowly, his ears twitching at the different wet noises coming from the action.

The two of them lay there for a moment, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. Alastor couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, his hands stroking her hair gently. “Thank you, y/n. That was...incredible.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with pleasure. “Oh, well…Thank you, Alastor,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their mating. She felt a sense of belonging, of rightness that she had never experienced before. She knew that this was just the beginning of what was to come during the rut season, but she was ready, eager even, to face it all with him by her side.

Alastor’s eyes softened as he took in her beauty, the innocence of her expression, and the passion that had just been shared between them. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness and possessiveness that was new to him. He leaned down to kiss her gently, his lips lingering against hers as he tasted the sweetness of their combined release.

As the aftershocks of their climax subsided, they both became aware of the sticky mess between her thighs. Alastor looked down at her with a mix of concern and pride. He had been rougher than he had intended, but she had taken it all with a grace that surprised and thrilled him. He leaned in to kiss her gently, moaning softly as a sign of relief.

His thick seed, although, was just about to leak out. Noticing this, he gave his dear y/n a quick peck of her temples before walking over the the bathroom to go grab a towel.

Walking back with a wet towel and some water, Y/n was just about dozing off at this point, which made him smile softly. Spreading her legs, he gently wiped the fluids around her pussy off with a washcloth, pushing some of his cum back inside of her, before throwing it into his laundry basket and laying down beside her. She giggled a bit, her cheeks still flushed from their love making.

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He felt the knot in his cock shrink, but it was still lodged inside her, the bond not yet broken. “Are you okay, love?” He whispered, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

Y/n nodded sleepily, her eyes drifting shut. “Mmhmm, I’m perfect.” She mumbled, snuggling into his embrace

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END NOTES: Guys i might just starve you by posting fics once or twice a month cause atp that’s what i’m doing LOLLL☆ (likes, reblogs, etc is always appreciated!) btw erm my req’s actually have not been like loading for me and i have like 20+ soooo :3 I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! STAY SAFE!!! BAIII >_<!!!

-Genderlessdude92

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[normansnt]

Could I request a third part of the prince? I love it!

YES OMG YOU ARE MY FIRST REQUEST HIIII THANK YOU SM IM HAPPY YOU LIKE IT🧡🧡

Yeah I might have forgot to mention I do in fact take requests😎

Actually ya'll have been loving the prince series and I was wondering if you want me to making it into like a full blown story like following the series events and what not, or like just a little series of cute scenarios?

Let me know.

Warnings:

The prince (part 3)

(Alastor x male reader)

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Currently you were arguing with your father. Since the moment he found out you are dating Alastor he was not happy, to say the least.

"Why the sudden urge to leave? Is it not good here anymore because I can clean up the rubber ducks-"

"No dad thats not the point I just think I'm old enough to move out and Charlie has her hotel with a lot of rooms, and I mean I guess her dream is not that impossible-"

"Yeah right, like I'm going to believe that you just want to move in with that bambi of yours" he scoffed

"Dont call him- thats not- ok fine yeah, I want to move in with Alastor why is that such a problem I am a grown ass adult I can do as I please." And with that you left the room to pack.

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"I swear, he still thinks I am a kid." You were pacing in Alastor's room while he was sitting on a couch and calmly drinking tea.

"He let Charlie go?? Why not me why cant I do what I want with my life" you continued your angry ranting while unpacking you clothes.

At this point you were basically moved in with Alastor. You had all your stuff there you just needed to unpack, which he solved with a flick of his wrist. You could have done that too, but your father raised both you and your sister to not be careless with the amount of power you have, also you were busy rambling.

"*sigh*...thank you honey." You said quietly as you took a seat next to him slumping into the couch.

Alastor looked at you. Till now he was just half listening to you ramble and he thought you would feel better once you let it out and you two could cuddle but right now you looked even more sad, defeated even.

This did not sit right with him. If there was anything he hated most was seeing you sad or hurt.

He took a hold of your hand and put his other one on your cheek to guide your head to look at him.

"My dear, this issue will be resolved just as any other, you will make up with your father." He reassured you with a smile.

"I know but than it will start again, and I'm starting to feel like he will never accept you even though you are so important to me and... it's just too much right now, I'm sorry I need to be alone." And with that you left.

There it was again. That stinging feeling in his chest. Alastor had to take matters into his own hands.

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You walked down the stairs and took a seat by the bar.

"Damn kid, rough day?" Asked Husk as you put your head into your hands and groaned.

"Thats one way to put it, can you please get me a whisky on the rocks" you said in your ever so kind voice.

Husk liked you. On contrary to your father and older sister you were calm, quiet and well spoken. All this while still having the heart of gold they have as well.

He never understood how a charming young man such as yourself would find himself in a relationship with a demon like Alastor.

During your numerous visits to the Hotel you have talked to Husk a lot and you two became really good friends. The same went for Angel who usually joined you guys. You three usually sat by the bar chatting for hours.

"Hi (Y/N)," you heard Angels voice approaching as you sipped on your whisky. He took a seat next to you and shared a quick kiss with Husk. You chuckled to yourself quietly, you have been rooting for the two from the very beginning and when they finally got together you were so happy you shedded a few tears.

"Hi Angel" you gave him a small smile but he saw through it.

"Aww, toots hard times?" He asked as Husk handed him his drink.

"It's a long story" you answered.

"We got time" said Husk encouragingly.

You smiled a little than started telling the story.

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Alastor was on his way to find Charlie. He needed to solve the situation or he had to gauge his own eyes out so he doesn't have to see you sad.

He figured if he got your father to come to the hotel you can talk things out. As well as, he is going to try and make an effort not to be a complete ass with him but Lucifer has to try and be nice as well, for your sake.

He needed Charlie for this because if Alastor asked Lucifer to come he would not. However if Charlie asked, he'd be there in a second.

"Oh Charlie?" He wondered into the princess's room.

"Yes? OH Alastor HI how is my brother doing?" She asked with excitement. She was more than thrilled that her little brother is going to move into her hotel.

"Not so well I'm afraid I acquire your assistance to make him feel better"

"What? Whats the problem is he ok? Did you hurt him? Alastor I do not care how helpful you are around here if you hurt my little brother-" Her eyes started glowing red as her hair was swept into the air and her horns started to show.

Before this could go any further Alastor cut her off.

"My dear, rest assured I would kill hell's entire population and my self before causing any harm to your darling brother." He said calmly.

"Oh, then whats the problem?" Asked Charlie now calm.

And so Alastor explained everything to Charlie.

When Alastor and Charlie knocked on her father's door there was no answer. They looked at one another and Charlie checked if it was open. It was, so they could go in without problems.

"Hello? Dad?" Yelled Charlie as her voice echoed in the huge mansion.

"YOU, It's your fault you took them away from me" they heard as they looked to their right.

In seconds Alastor was tackled to the floor with a very angry Lucifer on top.

When Charlie registered what she was seeing she started to pull her father off of the Radio demon to almost no avail. The devil wouldn't budge.

"YOU TOOK BOTH OF MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME ARE YOU HAPPY NOW IS THAT ENOUGH?"

Lucifer was not happy. He was yelling in his demon form wings out and fire spewing from his mouth.

"DAD"

Everyone stopped. You were standing in the door looking at the scene before you, baffled.

You rarely raised your voice, so to hear it this loud and clear shocked most people in the room.

You cleared your throat. And said in your normal calm voice again.

"Can we talk in private."

Lucifer calmed down and followed you into the room you left to.

When he entered the room to his surprise, you hugged him.

"Listen dad, I understand that both of your kids growing up is hard for you, and I'm sorry for leaving you alone but I need my space I'm starting to live my life and its with Alastor because I love him."

You said in a very gentle tone.

Your dad looked at you for some time then hugged you again.

"You really love him, kiddo?" He looked at you with understanding eyes as he let go.

"I do, dad I really do." You answered.

Your dad sighed. He took a hold of your hands.

"All that matters to me is that you are happy. I'm sorry I have been such a jerk about it but...it's so hard to let you kids go, you will always be my babies" He sniffed lightly.

You chuckled at that and squeezed his hands.

"Can you please make an effort to not hate Alastor?" You tried.

He groaned.

"Yeah, yeah I'll see what I can do but he needs to be cooperative"

You walked out of the room.

Charlie stood up with tears in her eyes and hugged you both.

"Oh...the walls are thin here aren't they?" You asked as you looked at your dad.

"Yeaaah, forgot to mention that."

"You guys, I'm so happy you made up are we ok now?" She asked between sniffles.

"Yeah, we are ok" you smiled at your dad.

After your sister let you go from her crushing embrace Alastor walked up to you.

"I- listen no pressure about saying-" he cut you off by swapping you off your feet into a breathtaking kiss.

"I...I love you too, darling" he said quietly, without the radio statics, he said it in his real voice, as he put his forehead on yours.

"OK, see, I promised to be nice but there is no need to rub it in my face" your father said as he dragged you away.

Alastor straightened up and, with the static back in his voice and an eye twitching, he held his hand out to your father.

"I promise to make an effort to not murder you" he smiled eerily at your dad.

Lucifer had a brooding expression on his face but shook the radio demons hand none the less.

"Thank you." You said at last as you hugged both of them. They hugged you back. While glaring at each other behind your back.

Sure they are gonna make an effort. When you're looking.

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TADA

I really hope you like it again thank you for the request.

Also please let me know if y'all want any of what I mentioned in the beginning.

When Alastor's staff broke and he started talking w/o the statics I was ON MY KNEES.

I WANNA THANK EVERY SINGLE ON OF YOU WHO LIKE MY STORIES THEY HAVE RECEIVED A LOT OF LOVE AND IM THANKFUL BEYOND IMAGINATION THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU💗💗

OK LOVE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/MORNING WHATEVER MWUAH💋

[storm-angel989]

Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment. But if they are, I was wondering if you could do a Valentino x fem!Reader; where Charlie meets the Overlord - like when she goes to the studio to request more time off for Angel in the show - and she finds out he’s married - and she ends up meeting Reader and their kid?? - sorry if this doesn’t make a lot of sense.

I think this is what you were looking for? If not please feel free to request something different!

Please consider this an OTO short story and consider the characters within the context of that narrative! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

Valentino didn’t let his family in his studio, and for good reason. 

Sure it was a dangerous place. After all, he employed criminals, scumbags, and general down on their luck losers. Not to mention the actual work itself wasn’t something he wanted his wife, let alone his daughter, anywhere near. 

But deeper than the obvious reasons, Valentino didn’t want them to see him in the role he played. He didn’t want them to see the cruelty he inflicted as he fulfilled the terms of each contract he signed. The day he married his wife, he swore he would keep her as far away from that part of him as he could. 

The day Charlie walked into his studio, he was already at his wits end. 

The baby had been up all night with bad dreams. His wife needed to work in the afternoon, which meant he needed to keep a tight schedule so he could keep an eye on his precious daughter. 

So when he heard that creak of the door opening and the blonde bitch walked into his studio, he wanted nothing more than for her to turn the fuck around and walk back out. 

From the corner of his eye, he watched Angel Dust rush up to her, and encourage her to leave. As with everything else in her life, Alastor’s bitch ignored his plea. Valentino could feel his anger growing as he stood up. Normally he would find this entire thing entertaining, but today it was interfering with his very tight timeline. 

As he strode over to encourage her to leave, he heard the elevator door open. From his back, wings sprang forth as he watched his wife step into his studio, his daughter in her arms. 

Fucking great. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yelled across the studio. In the moment, he forgot about Charlie, forgot about Angel, forgot about the timeline. He strode across the floor and hurried her into his office. 

“Bebita,” he hissed. “Get yourself and her out of my studio. Now.” 

“Put those wings away,” Reader replied mildly. “You’re scaring her.” 

Valentino looked at his three year old daughter's face as she stared at him in a mix of fear and fascination. With a sigh, he took a deep breath and retracted his wings. 

“It’s just me, my ninita,” he said softly as he reached for her. “Come see Papi.”

He lifted her out of his wife’s arms and cradled her to his chest. Softly, he cooed to his little girl until she snuggled into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Papi!” She said excitedly. “Play game? Uncle Voxy’s Sharkies? Pony ride?”

Valentino gave his wife a hard look. “Mi amore, why are you here?”

“Because you need to watch her and I need to go meet with Uncle Lucy,” she replied as she set the diaper bag on the table. “Do paperwork, keep her in the playpen, hell, make one of your assistants watch her, I don’t care but I need to leave right now.”

Valentino felt his anger bubble up but swallowed it back. He knew it wasn’t her fault. Hell, he knew it wasn’t even technically Lucifer’s fault. Instead, he leaned over and kissed his wife softly. 

A creak of the door and Valentino jerked away. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see him act so soft. 

“Val? Do you have a moment?” Charlie’s voice interrupted. “I’d realllllly like to speak with you about Angel.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Valentino growled. “What now?”

“Language! That’s two quarters in the swear jar!” Reader scolded him. 

As soon as Charlie pushed the door open and saw the scene within, Valentino could see his reputation going down the drain. He tried to hand his daughter back to his wife, to put on the mask he wore with everyone else. 

Unfortunately, his little girl had other plans. 

“Daddy! No!” She shrieked. “Papi, no no no no no no!” 

“Okay, okay ninita,” he muttered and snuggled her back to him. “Settle down.”

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and laid her head on Valentino’s shoulder. 

“Daughter? You have a kid?” Charlie asked, her voice dripping in disbelief as she looked at the three of them. “The overlord of lust and depravity?”

“Oh shut up,” Valentino snapped as he sat down on his desk.

Charlie looked to reader and waved brightly. “Hi! I’m Charlie! I’m…”

“I know who you are. You’re the one who opened the Hazbin Hotel,” reader replied. She gave Charlie a smile. “Please, ignore my husband. What’s going on with Angel?”

Charlie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Valentino is married?”

“That’s common fucking knowlege,” Valentino muttered. “I wear a wedding band for fucks sake.” 

Both of them chose to ignore him. 

“Hi Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” Reader replied with a smile. “I’m reader, and this is our daughter. Sweetie, say hi.”

Instead of answering, the little girl buried her face into Valentino’s neck. 

Charlie’s eyes went wide again. “You’re Lucifer’s niece. Oh my god it is true. Valentino, you’re married to Lucifer’s niece?”

“Charlie, what is it you want?” Valentino asked with a sigh. “What will it take to get and keep you the fuck out of my studio?” 

Charlie turned to him, “I have come to- aggressively kindly- ask that you give Angel more time off to…”

Valentino closed his eyes. If he gave Angel the time off, could handle this bitch by himself. And get her out of his studio for good.

“Fine. Done. He’ll be off in five hours and I’ll shorten his hours, now get out,” Valentino growled. ��And I swear, if we pick up even a hint of Alastor in this building I will…”

“Val…the baby,” reader warned. 

“Deal! Thank you thank you thank you!” Charlie gushed.

 In a single motion, she reached out as if to hug Valentino. He stepped back quickly.

“Not with the baby, she doesn’t like strangers,” he said sharply. “Goodbye, Charlie.” 

Valentino watched as she practically skipped out the door. Grateful for the privacy, he sank into his office chair and closed his eyes. Against him, his daughter snuggled deeper. He felt his wife prop herself on his knee and felt the weight of her head against him. Outstretching his arms, he held them both against him and closed his eyes. For a moment, all was right with the world. 

“I can’t have her in my studio,” he said aloud. “The baby, I mean. I hate to do it, but I need to call Vox, see if he can take her. I just, I don’t want her around all this. It isn’t okay, for so many reasons.”

“I know, and I’m sorry normally I…” reader began. 

Valentino cut her off with a kiss. “I know. Go, if you have to.”

Reader looked a bit disheartened but leaned over and kissed their daughter, and then him before making her way out of the office. A quick phone call to Vox later, his now sleeping daughter was safely in her Uncle’s arms and Valentino’s attention shifted back to his work. 

Five long hours later, he called cut, pulled Angel aside and informed him his day was ending early. To his dismay, he watched as Angel strutted to his changing room just as Charlie again walked through the door. 

“Valentino! Can we talk?” She asked.

Valentino shifted his weight and crossed his arms. “I gave Angel the time off because you promised to leave.”

“Yay! But this isn’t about you, this is about reader and you, and your softer sider- I think you might be a great candidate for the Hotel!” She gushed. “Think about it! Your daughter…”

Valentino had her by her throat up against the wall before she could finish her sentence. His wings sprang from his back and every part of him pulsed with power. 

“Do not presume to speak about my family,” he snarled. “This is your last chance. Get. Out.”

He released her and without another thought, he slammed open Angel’s dressing room. He could feel the rage building as he grabbed him and shoved him into the wall. 

“I don’t give a shit what you do with your time off, get that fucking cunt out of my studio,” he snarled. “The next time she comes in, both you fucking bitches will be dead.”

He dropped Angel and to his relief, Charlie was nowhere to be found. He stepped into the elevator and tried to swallow back the fear and anger in his chest. Alastor and his little twat had better keep themselves far away from his family. Valentino had no desire to start another fight, but if push came to shove, he would most certainly finish it.

[jazjelspen]

my angel baby (part 7)

alastor w/ angel daughter reader

(note: the reader’s first day at the Hazbin Hotel!! Wishing her the best of luck!…)

(tags: @wildfire153 @nevermorekisses @corvidae-00 @des-deswain5621 @thekanrojimitsuri2 @mo-0-o @pooplyface1423 @insomniacfigure @potaturkey17 @just-here-reading @avitute @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @1potato2rulethemall @sirenetheblogger @krak-jj @kiraisastay )

my editorrr: @kruncher

Laid beneath the heavy hotel sheets and warm blanket provided by your room, was you.

You would twist and turn under the covers, as if trapped in an upcoming dream that was meant to either haunt or kiss you with kindness and love yet despite this of course your slumber would soon be interrupted by the loudness of a few rows of knocks.

At first it awakened you slightly, your eyes barely opening but your mind not completely conscious.

But just as your eyes were about to close again to go back to sleep there was another set of incredibly loud knocks to which this time got your brain to finally react.

Your arms slowly brought your body up in a sit-up position, uncovering yourself from the sheets to get your legs over and off the bed, feet now snuggling in some cozy slippers.

Your nightwear was simple but comfortable, fitting exactly all your right preferences and into your favorite colors and/or patterns. It seemed to slightly resemble pj's from the more modern times but with your own 30s twist on it for nostalgia.

You would've ignored the knocks and stayed in bed longer, but you were never much of a sloth in heaven so you got up as you usually would.. yet somehow you were even more sleepier and tired down here.

Turning on a single lamp just to brighten up the room you slowly moved up to the door and opened it immediately-- not the safest move but here you were.

Opening it up you encountered yet again that damned face.

"Hel--!" you closed the door on the visitor, you were not in the mood to talk to him while he was acting all bright and loud at your front door like some sort of overzealous salesman.

But he wouldn't leave until he got to finish what to say, you knew that very well from him.

'Just see what he wants and get it over with.. the faster you deal with him the quicker he'll be away..'

With a reluctant sigh, you opened once more.

"--lo!" you let him finish his single word greeting before you crossed your arms with attitude, not exactly thrilled about this.

"What do you want, can't you see I am sleeping?.."

Alastor cackled lightly, "Sleeping? Oh dear then you must be sleep walking right now!"

"I…wha..” Your eyes squinted in confusion, barely understanding what the hell he’s saying with how slow your brain was processing all this “You know what- I'm not in the mood to play games with you right now so what exactly do you want..”

“Oh darling stop acting so harshly, I’m just here to tell you to come down and eat! You missed breakfast with everyone and you know how the princess wants you to meet the rest of the residents properly!..” he paused, then went back with a slightly ominous tone “-it doesn’t seem like your setting a good first impression on yourself my dear.”

You tensed up, knowing that to some extent he could be right— and you really wanted to get back home soon after the fight..

You sighed, “I’ll go down when I want to and when I think I'm ready— and do you ever leave people alone? I constantly ask you to fuck off and you just don’t.”

His grin widened, it irked you more “No dear, I don’t.”

“...Noted.” And for the last time you slammed the door in front of his face again and you locked it with no intent to open it a third time for him if he knocked again.. which luckily for you he didn't.

Turning your heel you then proceeded to drop down on the bed and lay flat on your back.

"Please.." you mumbled, your eyes and chest heavy, "Please.. help me get through this and get back home safely.."

Although.. Alastor behind the door wasn’t exactly thrilled. After all, you told your own father to walk away and bite the curb.

He began grumbling under his breath, your disrespect really starting to claw at him.

“Who in the world would tell their own father who raised them himself to ‘fuck off’.. where did I fail in raising this wretched girl..” yet a part of him knew he couldn’t blame you, you had much good reason to act this way.. but he always preffered to be the one in the right.

If he wasn’t so desperate to try to regain your respect, admiration, and acceptance he would’ve held the door opened and had his shadow scare the absolute soul out of you as to teach you a lesson—

But he knows that will only drive you away even more, so he bit his tongue.

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You rushed downstairs with your shoes clicking every step of the way, dusting yourself off and fixing your halo as you went down the stairs.

Reaching the end you turned your head to the left where the seating area was, the right to see a space of nothing. Both ways were quiet, no signs of life you could hear or see at the moment

"Hm.." taking a few cautious steps forward to continue to eye your surroundings, becoming a little nervous that maybe you took much longer to get ready than you initially thought.

"Hello?.." Your voice echoed and bounced across the large spaces inside the hotel, light vaguely shining from the glass windows and doors that lead as the main entrance and exit of the building. The air floating several dots of small dust against the light and the silence could almost be deafening--

until you walked a bit further into the middle of the place.

"New here?" A low and deep voice cut through the empty sound, booming from a turquoise green environment that seemed to be dressed up as a bar.

The bar looked a bit out of place compared to the rest of the red color schemes of the hotel, not only does the green and blue hues make it pop more but it seems as if it was ripped right out of a building and placed in there.

You turned and faced the direction of the voice-- although weary you really wanted to find the princess to apologize for your oversleeping.

Walking towards the voice you noticed that it was a dark brown cat with silver fur, a hat, bowtie, a unique set of wings, and a calm scowl on his face. He seemed to be leaning against the bar and cleaning a glass with a small towel. He seemed to be looking at you and referencing you as well.

"Oh! Hello mister!.." you walked up to the bar hastily, giving him a very small wave as you came up "You know where I could find her highness?.. I need to apologize for coming down here late..!"

The anthropomorphic cat shrugged his shoulders as he then went to place the now clean glass in his hands down and bring up another one and start cleaning that too. His eyes going from you to the actions he's doing "For all I know she's probably up in her room preparing her next 'lesson plan'. Other than that, I know shit to nothing."

You felt slightly discouraged as you looked off to the side "Well.. then, I suppose I just have to wait?" you asked, your brows furrowing in concern and eyes widening in a sort of 'doe' way. Not like you were trying to, it was just part of your look.

"I wouldn't know, stay here, stay there, stay anywhere. Not like it matters."

There was a pause, you thought that maybe this could be a good time to ask some questions and get an idea of how things work here. "May I stay here for a bit? If you don't mind?.. "

And with a second shrug of his shoulders, he said "Be my guest."

"Thank you.." you pulled out one of the bar stools in front of the bartender and sat on one of them with your arms leaning against the bar table and awkwardly just sitting there-- until you spoke up again.

"Sooo.." you started, the bartender looking up at you almost disinterested "How are you.. sir?.."

Another slight pause, he replies "Who cares, and just call me Husk it saves the more words you would have to say."

"O--kay!.. well uhm.. sir- Husk!" you leaned against the bar table yourself to try to start making proper conversation.

"So.. after all this-- you know the fight between Heaven and Hell.. I'm planning to go home ri--"

"Yeah yeah, what about it?" he interrupted you, your impression of him not really turning out very well.

"Uh.. so.. what I'm trying to ask is- how do I survive this place till I get to go back home? Any ways to avoid trouble or maybe at least not come off bad to the rest of the residents?.."

Husk took a moment staring at his glass that he was cleaning, seeing as he now had a new customer who needed advice from this experienced bartender. He would calmly set down his towel before responding,

"Coming off bad is the least of your problems down here, to survive you must avoid sticking out like a sore thumb.. which doesn't exactly seem like an option for you since you look like a fuckin' glowstick."

Your shoulders perked up in slight embarrassment, barely recognizing that somehow you seemed to faintly glow against the dark colors and shadows of your environments since you've been down here.

"But you also must make sure to connect to the right people, and avoid making deals with sinners that only want to drag you through the mud for their own benefit."

That part seemed to peak your interest a bit.. "Avoid and connect.. who would you recommend for those two things?.. is there anyone in particular I should shy away from?"

"I would say stay an arm's length away from everyone in hell, even in the hotel." He seemed to be looking down under his bar table, reaching for something.

"Not all of us are bad but it's more of a chance for you to get back home unscathed. Besides that, the Princess would be a good person to befriend."

"Hmm.. " you hummed in thought, feeling a bit curious about wanting to know if Alastor is someone to be wary of here. You already knew that he wasn't someone good to stick with but needing the opinions of others would help and set you at ease.

"Well.. should I stay away from the red deer man?--"

"Stay away from him at all costs." Husk's voice seemed to raise in volume slightly as he unintentionally slammed a bottle of juice down on the table.

Oh..well that made you jump slightly.

"That demon you seem to be referring to, is Alastor, he isn't someone to be taken lightly. An overlord like him shouldn't be dealt with in any way.."

"Wait.. What's an overlord, mister?.."

"..It's someone who's gained power down here for centuries, dealing with souls and owning many of them gives you that kind of status.." there was a bit of a somber expression on his face as he then went to pour the liquid in the glass in front of him.

"Alastor is one that you should stay away from, at all costs. That sadistic fuck only kills and kills for fun and manipulates those for their souls," He then pushed the glass lightly at your hands that were resting on the table, gliding across the wood only to lightly bump into you. Your hands themselves are a bit too shocked to even move at the moment.

"I can't imagine what he would want with yours but considering your own status.. wouldn't be surprised if he took an interest in you."

'I guess I was right,' you thought 'he's still as sick in the head as he was before..'

you wanted to tear up, you weren't quite sure why.

maybe you hoped that he wasn't as bad as you remembered.

that maybe you exaggerated.

that your memory failed you.

that for your sake, he somehow changed, that he learned his lesson down here.

instead he thrived, thrived and overcame, took over and is now an 'overlord'..

he only got worse and played into his sick fantasies and killed more than you could imagine for his own benefit.

you bit your lip lightly as if trying to hold something back, hold your disappointment in.

"So.. is it fair to say he is a bit famous for being a merciless killer?.."

"Basically it."

'as if it couldn't get any worse.'

Husk seemed to notice your conflicting expressions, since he seemed to sound a bit more gentle this time. "Look, kid, this whole thing will be some kind of culture shock. But just stay away from him and others similar, you're only asking for trouble if you do."

You were in fact, just a kid.

Maybe not one by definition, mentally you're not the same as the day you died, but inside you're still a little girl somehow. Scared and frightened, weary of the world--

a girl who needs her god-forsaken father.

but he isn't worth it.

since he's become who he truly was, and belongs right where he is.

"Follow that, and you'll get home just fine." and just like that Husk backed away to go work at the back of the bar to leave you with your thoughts, assuming that perhaps the full realization of the dangers in hell and how close they are could be infecting your brain.

Letting you take a minute to breathe, you finally looked down at the glass below your chin on the table.

It was a cup of a colorful liquid, you held the cup and put it up your nose to smell if there was alcohol.

None at all.

Your brows raised a bit in intrigue, maybe just the fact that you were an angel or seemed a bit young gave him the idea to give you anything that wasn't alcohol..

He seems like a good bartender.

You brought the drink up to your lips to quench that subtle thirst you had, the flavor of the drink tasted just as good as it would have in heaven or in life.

"Heyy Huskyy!" a new unique voice exclaimed from your right hand side, the noises of the bar chair moving in and out made you stiffen slightly.

Husk turned only to aggressively point a finger at the new person beside you. "Do not call me that yo--"

"Yeah yeah, anyway could you give me something fun with a bit of a kick to it?"

The cat rolled his eyes as he proceeded to grab a clean cup to mix something similar up to what this guest wanted. "Why? Finally something good happened to you for once?"

"Basically yeah, I got no shoots to do today due to Val's car breaking down and the guys he hired got kidnapped by a gang so I don't have to see my boss's bald head all fuckin' day! You know how amazing that is??"

You took a moment to move your head slightly to take a peak at this new person, surprisingly they seemed to look back at you too.. eyes widening slightly in the process.

It was a tall and slim guy that dressed rather provocatively, had fur that seemed soft to the touch and the extra arms and eyes seemed to give you an idea that he was a kind of spider sinner, his color scheme full of soft and hot pinks. A rather interesting individual to say the least..

"Say.. aren't you the angel gal that Charlie won't shut up over? You're much prettier than I thought you'd be."

"Lay off her Angel, the kid's got enough on her plate as it is."

"Now now whiskers, I haven't even gotten to introduce myself!-" he then proceeded to take out one of his four gloved hands towards you, waiting for you to shake it.

"The names Angel Dust toots, famous pornstar in all of hell!" he bragged, exclaiming proudly and seemingly posing as well.

Wait..

That Angel Dust?

The sinner that Charlie presented as her evidence of the hotel?

"Hey.. I.. think I know you.." you mumbled, your head turning slightly and slowly shaking his hand back while in a sort of an ‘awe’ trance.

Angel Dust chuckled a bit, a tint of awkwardness behind it. "Sweetheart!.. you seem too young to be watching my work!.."

"I.. no nononono! not like that!--" you shook your hands in panic, eyes widening in shock as you tried your best to get your words out. "I meant as in I've seen you before when Princess Charlie was presenting her evidence to the court in heaven!.. "

"Oh? Now this is new.." Angel leaned against the bar table yet his whole body faced you as he spoke to you. "Charlie hasn't told me about this yet.."

"Yes!.. you seemed to be developing quite well in reaching heaven! Of course there's some.. issues I see there are with both places so I'm unsure how it's going exactly but!.." you smiled more fondly at him, a genuine expression with a sense of hopeful pride for him "You seem to be making amazing progress!.. genuinely, I think if you keep it up.. you'll make it just fine!"

Angel's eyes warmed up a bit, his expression changing into one in which it feels almost bittersweet. "Pfft, kid you and your ideas are cute but it's too late for m--"

A sudden poof of a shadow solidified into none other than of course, that demon of a formal man.

"Greetings! I see we're all mingling in vibrant conversation here."

You held back the biggest urge to let out the loudest sigh in all your afterlife.

'Where's the princess when you need her..'

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It was an early evening in New Orleans, and Alastor had some business to attend to.

Unfortunately, he didn't have anyone to look after you and he wasn't willing to leave you alone at home even if you were only thirteen years of age.

Your adolescent years were the years in which Alastor knew he would fear the most. He knew that the youth of today like to frolic in hobbies and places that are considered taboo and absolutely prohibited.. not like he was one to judge he's been a serial killer for almost decades at this point.

Nonetheless, he didn't need you to get any ideas to misbehave while he was gone. Even if you were one of the most well-behaving children in the world he knew that even the smallest of thoughts can plant seeds of defiance in the mind.

He would rather not risk anything.

"Hurry now _____! We can't be any minute late now! Remember, punctuality is good character!" He exclaimed from the exit of your shared house while holding your jacket and thick scarf in his hands and his own on his back, the small thuds and clicks of shoes against the wooden floor rushing out of your room and through the halls that connected every other room in the home.

"I'm here, father!.. I'm here!" you scrambled up as you fixed yourself up by straightening your outfit and dusting yourself off.

"Good girl, now remember darling we're going to be in a place where only adults belong." He spoke as he would then be putting your coat on for you, with you helping out by sticking your arms out in the process of it all.

"Young impressionable girls such as yourself should never ever be in places like those until you're of age, the only reason why I'm even taking you with me is because I can't bear the thought of leaving you alone while there's a wild killer on the loose!" He would straighten your jacket for you, wrap your scarf around your neck and tuck it in to keep you warm, make sure your gloves were set right and as the cherry on top would then pet your head gently with care.

"I can't have my one and only daughter out for the slaughter now can I?" Real funny Al... "Just keep in mind, don't talk to anyone while walking through there, well anyone that isn't your.. aunt."

You nodded enthusiastically, a tingle of excitement swelling in your chest in finally seeing such a place! Even being in there would make you feel like a cool grown up!.. like getting a small glance at the forbidden fruit of Eden.

"Yes yes, of course father!"

"Good good, now hop to it!"

Cheering as he opened the door for you to exit first, soon after he exited and locked the door behind him. He would continue to lead the way through there.

It was a very cold winter this year, as if it was threatening to snow at any moment yet never did. Cold winds would blow in your faces causing you to sneeze a few times but nothing major. Alastor seemed perfectly unaffected by the weather, nothing but calm and content with his permanent smile on his face. You held up your own smile as well.

The walk was quiet with small chatter between the two of you here in there, mostly your father asking you if you were okay and how he's going to make sure to brew up some warm stew when you both come back home.

It wasn't too much of a walk, most clubs were nearby due to how high demand they are but father always forbid you to ever go in them let alone peek inside, but since he will be around and has given you permission to see the forbidden, the air that hit you only ended up feeling like a chill of excitement instead.

You two finally arrived at the entrance, jazz music booming against the doors only heightened your senses even more.

Alastor looked at you from over his shoulder, "Behind me dear, keep your hands to yourself, don't talk to strangers, don't accept anything from strangers, and if anything happens just scream for me and I'll assist you.. oh and don't get far, stay behind and close at all times so I don't lose you." You could've sworn you've heard these rules many times even in public places that weren't clubs, but you simply nodded and obeyed.

Now that you properly noticed, he seemed to be dressed rather more sophisticated than usual. You would usually see him dressed this way for nights out and you could even smell that specific cologne he would put on when visiting jazz clubs in town so it does make sense but.. why was he wearing his work coat and not his going-out coat?... Maybe it wasn't anything but, you knew how calculated your father was to an extent.

He knocked on the door, when it was opened a tall man was seen through the crack. Alastor mumbled something to the man and the door widened further, seemingly accepting the two of you with just a few simple words from your father.

You two walked in and you stayed close to him as you were told, yet your eyes were widened and wandering around like birds in the wild.

Your brain was trying to absorb all the colors, noises, and smells all at once-- the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and cigars weren't pleasant in the slightest but the sweet and tangy scents of women's perfume and men's cologne were a treat to your nose.

It was surprisingly much warmer inside, aside from all the people here you also assumed that the collective body heat, sweat, and breaths made the room much more manageable than the winter streets.

People were on either side of the room eating, drinking, chatting to their heart's content while the others danced their souls out and listened to jazz with pure enthusiasm and joy you have only ever seen at those parties your father has taken you before.

Cheering, yelling, laughing, and talking were amongst one of the noises you heard aside from the music blasting across the room.

The various colors of women's dresses, heels, make up, and accessories had every color of the rainbow while men's suits would mostly be muted or monochrome at best, but there were few specks of color amongst the men at times.

"Whoa.." your throat couldn't help but show your amazement for all that was around. A twinge of amazement growing and growing each step of the way.

You two stopped in front of a large bar, Alastor stopped to talk to the bartender before pausing and looking back at you to continue following him. He seemed a bit peeved from that short interaction.

'Dad says he had business with someone here.. does it have to do with auntie?'..'

A huff of air escaped through your nostrils while you followed closely, saying a few 'excuse me miss/mister' here in there while passing by. Many people noticed you but didn't bother, or others didn't even acknowledge you due to them being caught up in their own world.

You two walked to the very back of the club where the band was playing their hearts out, you seemed to have walked behind the stage where the decorative curtains hid behind the stage and covered where the magic is made. It was much darker compared to the brightly lit place, there seemed to be a short hall of several backstage rooms, more specifically dressing rooms for singers or performers.

You two stopped yet again but at the entrance of one of the rooms, you smiled when your dad then started knocking on it twice. After all, it had the name 'Mimzy' plastered in bold.

The door was opened with slight caution but soon opened wide when the voice inside realized who it was that knocked on her door, "Alastor! Sweetie, doll face! Didn't expect you to visit me so soon, come in! And-- oh! My, do my eyes deceive me--"

Your smile only widened further when you finally felt the warmth of two familiar arms, the scent of, what the ladies would call 'Chanel No.5' basically slapped you in the face along with the smell of cigarettes and tobacco- even the feathers in her hair made your nose tickle but you didn't mind, since it was none other than!--

"Auntie Mimzy!!"

"______ dear! Why it's so good to see your little self again, look you've grown so much since the last time I've seen you!"

You giggled at her claim, "But auntie! You saw me only two weeks ago!"

She gasped, her hand over her mouth as if surprised "Oh my goodness! You've got to be kiddin' me! You've grown sooo much in just two weeks! What does your father even feed you huh?"

You giggled along with her before Alastor cleared his throat to catch the attention of the only girls in the hall.

"Why Mimzy dear, I absolutely hate to interrupt your ladies talk but I fear that there's some business you and I must discuss quickly?"

"Oh! Right!.." Mimzy then went to hold your hand gently, the sound of her heels clicked as she tugged you inside the dressing room "Come in dear, I have a few treats I've been given by a few admirers, so you can have some chocolate or cake while I talk to your daddy, does that sound good sweetheart?"

You nodded enthusiastically, almost jumping in excitement after hearing that. "Mhm mhm! Thank you sosososo much auntie! You're the best!!"

"Of course sweetheart, they are all on the vanity." She would then release your hand while you rushed towards the opened heart box full of deserts, you looked at them with such delight before you picked out your favorite and dug in.

Your father and auntie then walked out of the room, but before they closed the door Alastor only said one thing to you "We're right behind the door, if you need anything we're simply going to be here talking okay?"

"O-kay!" you spoke while eating the treats of your choice.

Although..

Gosh... you knew you weren't supposed to but--

'wait.. why couldn't they talk while I'm here?.. maybe it's adult business but- I'm grown enough to at least talk around!..' you frowned slightly while munching. You took your last bite before you took a moment to just sit there in thought..

'maybe just-- just for one second..? it shouldn't be anything bad.. im grown enough to hear this I'm sure..' you then decided to just take slow and quiet steps towards the door of the dressing room, hearing the two hushed voices seemingly quarreling calmly.. but it was still a bit tough to hear everything coherently so you could only try to make out what words they were saying with your ear pressed against the door.

all you could hear is your father say these few broken words:

"mimzy..... my friend.... is all... give...."

Mimzy replied with something along the lines of:

"....great help...but.....really it?.....wont help me any....."

He responded in a bit of a-- snarky tone?.. it was too faint to fully comprehend but you did hear him say:

"......won't risk.... for you...... my daughter...... care of it yourself......"

'Huh?' you thought, a bit concerned 'why am I mentioned.. what about me?..'

There was a sudden pause before you heard more muffled talking but you stopped focusing on what they were saying when you realized that the door knob started jiggling.

Uh oh.. guess they finished a bit sooner than anticipated!

'Oh fu-'

The door widened a bit harshly by Mimzy, she seemed much upset this time herself but at least they both came with a smile.. her's more forced.

Thank goodness you were fast enough to have sprinted and hopped on the chair in front of your aunt's before they could've seen you eavesdrop on them first.

"Well my dear, let's get back home now! All I needed to do was to talk about something important with Mimzy, let's get started on that stew now so you won't catch a cold so soon!"

You nodded sheepishly as you waved at Auntie Mimzy, she seemed a bit too upset to properly acknowledge you at first but she would soon shine back a brighter smile than before and then pet your head quickly. "Bye bye dearie! Don't forget to give your father a hard time at some point! A bit of rebellion is good for the soul!..”

You just smiled as you brightly before rushing towards Alastor, who seemed unimpressed. He turned his back towards the exit with you following behind and exiting yourself, closing the door behind him carefully before putting said hand behind your shoulders to lead you outside the establishment.

Your head almost turned back to where you were before due to the sudden distant noises of glass breaking and high pitched squeals of anger pounding against the door that held them back, Alastor kept your head forward from looking behind.

A few minutes later, you two were now outside the club. The inside was just the same as it was when you first walked in. As the door closed behind the two of you Alastor took a moment to just stand there, you followed what he did.

He simply looked forward with an almost blank smile, until his chin slowly looked down at you. It brightened, warmed up, his glasses glistening with his eyes even for just a moment.. a glistening that was only empty from his eyes if he wasn't looking at his pride of joy.

You looked up at him and smiled back warmly, innocent yet fearless.

His few words to you before you two finally walked home couldn't help but make you wrap his arms around his torso into a strong hug, and his arms around your shoulders and caressed your hair that he took care of each morning of every day.

"I will never let anything hurt a single hair on your head, my little dove."

He will protect you from all that threatens to linger, shelter you from the evil world for as long as he can.. for as long as he lives.

And keep you as oblivious as you can possibly be.

[stattikdemon]

Echos of a Dream - Request (Alastor x Reader)

Good morning my dear sinners

Today I bring you a request a friend of mine asked me to write. She gave me permission to post it, but due to the heavy themes, I don't feel comfortable tagging them

I hope you like it 🥰

TW: mentions of abortion, spontaneous abortion, mentions of self harm, mentions of suicide, depression

You looked at the kitchen calendar, some days were marked with a red pen and a few scribbles on some days. You counted again and again, just to make sure you were right. Alastor entered the kitchen and heard you mumbling to yourself - "Something wrong, my dear?" - his grin wide as always as he started to prepare breakfast. "I'm late..." - you answered, barely a whisper.

You heard a slight record scratch. Alastor put down the knife he was using and came closer to you. "Are you sure, darling?" - he hugged you from behind, his arms wrapping around your belly protectively. "Yeah, I counted 10 times now, I'm definitely late." - you were starting to hyper-ventilate, but Alastor turned you around and placed his forehead in yours. "Now, now, my dear... take a deep breath for me, would you? Let’s just do the test first, alright?" - he took a deep breath and waited for you to follow. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. And with a last shaky breath out, you nodded - "Okay...". He guided you to the bathroom, and you took a test out of the cabinet, opening it with shaky hands. He put his hands on yours softly - "My love, do you need a hand?". You nodded, tears started to pool in your eyes, but you didn't let them fall, not now. "Do you want me to stay, my dear? Just say the word, and I’ll be right here with you." - he was still grabbing your hands. You nodded again, and he led you to the toilet, still grabbing your hand but turning around as you took the test. You let go of his hand to clean yourself and the test before heading to the living room.

You turned the test upside down so you couldn't see it, before sitting down next to Alastor and cuddling with him, trying your hardest not to cry. He petted your back, his nails on your skin soothing you as you waited for the longest 3 minutes of your life. The seconds on the clock were ticking louder and louder in your head as you counted. 30, 31, 32... The time was so slow, you were holding Alastor’s hand, you just wanted the wait to be over. 120, 121, 122... The ticking was so loud, you grabbed his shirt, and you snuggled even more on his chest, looking for a way to muffle the sound. 178, 179, 180... You couldn't move, the fear paralyzing you. Alastor stroked your hair and kissed your head - "Sha, do you want me to grab it?". You nodded, and he summoned one of his tendrils to carefully grab the test and took hold of it without flipping it. "Are you ready?" - you nodded, turning your head to see the test. He carefully flipped it, and you both saw the result.

You couldn't take it anymore, and the tears started falling heavily down your face. One faint line and another half visible. Not another one... Another pregnancy down the drain just like that... You took the test from his hand and threw it away from you, your vision completely clouded by your tears. "My love..." - Alastor tried to comfort you, but you swat him away. "No! I'm done! Just leave me alone!" - you raised your voice and stormed to your room, locking the door behind you. You stumbled in the dark to your bed and cried, your sobs muffled by your pillow. You hear a knock on the door - "My love, don’t feel bad. We knew this would be tough... but don’t give up now, please." - he tried to calm you. "Just leave me alone!" - you spoke louder than you wanted, practically screaming at him. You hear him sigh and turn away. A few seconds later, you hear keys jiggling and the front door opening and closing. You screamed into your pillow, the tears even heavier now. You were alone, you were worthless, and now even your husband felt the same. You thought about getting the kitchen knife, you really did. You just wanted to end this. All this suffering. You wanted to get up, but your legs weren't letting you. Your body felt like lead, and you just couldn't move anymore. And so you cried... You cried until you fell asleep.

Your eyes felt heavy and stinged, your eyelids refusing to open. But you managed to open them anyway and looked around in shock. The sight in front of you was magical. Alastor was resting by your side, above your bed he had placed some LED strings, making the room dim but enough for you to see and not hurt your eyes. Then you noticed that your pillow was no longer covered in tears but was fully dry, and new sheets were covering you, alongside your favorite blanket. You looked at your bedside table and noticed a few water bottles and your favorite snacks. You tried to get up, but Alastor wrapped his arm around you - "Don’t trouble yourself, my dear. I’ll get it for you." - and he grabbed one of the bottles with his magic while helping you to sit up. He twisted the cap and handed you the bottle, and you took small sips at a time. You had no idea how thirsty you were until you started drinking, and you finished almost the whole bottle before your stomach growled. You looked at the clock and remembered that you hadn't taken breakfast or had lunch, and it was almost dinner time already. You reached for your favorite cookies and started eating slowly, trying not to look Alastor in the eyes. But you couldn't take it anymore, and the tears started falling down your face again. You couldn't control them, their weight was too great for you to stop them on your own.

Alastor let you eat a few more cookies before softly taking the package out of your hands and putting it back on your bedside table. He grabbed you and pressed you closer to his chest, you didn't try to hide your sobs now. He just held you close to his chest, his heartbeat was soothing you. You feel a few drops falling on your head, and although he wanted to be strong for you, you knew that deep down he was as devastated as you, and he couldn't help but let a few tears drop from his eyes. You felt completely useless now, your sobs stopped, and you felt your will to live slowly flickering away. The strongest person you knew, your rock, the person you knew you could lean on for everything, was now breaking because of you. "I'm so useless..." - you said, barely a whisper. "Oh, please, don’t say that, my love..." - he tried to hold you closer, but you just unwrapped yourself from his arms and laid down facing away from him. "Why are you still with me? I'm a good for nothing. I can't do anything right, and this is all my fault..." - the tears started to run down your face again, and you started to sob. You felt him shifting and lying down next to you, his arms wrapping around you, bringing you closer to him.

He held you tight, and although you tried to free yourself from his arms, he didn't let you this time. "Turn to me, my love... please, won’t you?" - he pleaded with you. You took a deep breath and turned slowly to him, slowly raising your eyes so you'd look at him. He looked at you softly and caressed your cheek. You couldn't believe how much love was behind this man's eyes, the way he was showing his feelings for you, no mask, no filters, just pure unconditional love. How were you so lucky to be married to this man, when you were so useless. "You are not useless, my dear. I never believed that for a moment. To answer your question: I’m with you because I love you, and I vowed to stand by your side for all eternity—through the good times and the bad. And I intend to keep that promise, no matter what." - he softly kissed your forehead - "And if I'm not mistaken, you made the same promise, did you not?" - he looked at you with a slight smile. You just nodded, not knowing where he was going with this. "Then let me help you through this. We’re in this together, and we both knew how difficult it would be. But I’m here, and I’m not leaving you. I don’t want us to face this alone. Let’s do it together, shall we?" - he smiled softly at you, making you giggle lightly. "Deal..." - you answered, kissing him softly.

"Alastor! I need help!" - you pleaded from the other room. Alastor came to your side almost running - "What is it, my dear?" - he looked at you top to bottom to see if you were injured. "I need to pee, and I can't get up from the couch, I'm too big." - you raised your arms like a baby and looked at him with big doe eyes. He chuckled and helped you up, bringing you closer and caressing your big belly. "You, my love, are just perfect."  he said before pulling you closer to a passionate kiss, which you broke and walked fast to the bathroom. "Sorry, I need to pee!" - you shouted while running to the bathroom and closing the door behind you. Alastor chuckled at your theatrics before heading back to the kitchen to finish making lunch.

[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Chapter 15

The next morning, Zariah woke with a yelp, immediately sitting up and looking around, shaking. Angel fell out of his chair,

“Jesus christ! What the fuck?! What's wrong?!”

Alastor's eyes immediately shot open from the sound and slowly sat up, “Darling? It's alright, I'm here.” He tried to comfort her.

She turned to him and buried her face in his chest.

“Sorry… bad dream. I remembered someone from when I was alive… someone who hurt me real bad… I always hoped they'd end up in hell so I'd never see them again. But now I'm here too. Guess yesterday's ‘adventures with Valentino’ brought that back to the surface.”

“Well, I'm certain you'll never see them again, and if you do. Just point them out to me and I'll take care of it.” He pet her head. “For now though, I'll go make you breakfast, Angel will stay here with you. If that is acceptable?”

She nodded, “Okay… I'm not really hungry though.”

 

“I'll keep it light then. You need something since you skipped dinner.” He kissed her forehead and she practically melted.

“Hm, okay, whatever you say.” He chuckled, oh he needed to keep that in mind. She'd do anything for forehead kisses.

With that, Alastor stepped out. Leaving the two alone for a while.

Angel picked himself up off the floor, “Alright, how about I run ya a hot bubble bath? I know I usually like one after a night like last night.” 

“Ooh, a bubble bath sounds nice. You can help me blow dry my tails after too.” She got up and stretched. Angel went and started the bath water.

“Hey, does Smiles know you just asked me to blow you?!” He smirked at his joke, pleased with himself as she laughed so hard she practically doubled over. God, did he need to hear her laugh after all that happened. Good thing dirty jokes were her weakness!  

 

Once the bath was ready and she was soaking, Angel sat on the floor leaning against the tub.

“Hey so… Val's dead. Strawberry TallCake killed him. And I… I don't know what to do now…” He started shaking, “I… don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm free but… Val was nice once… and… I always hoped, that maybe, somehow, some way… that nice side would come back, and things would go back to the good days.” She put a hand on Angel's head, petting him.

“Yeah… I get that. I felt that way about… Arthur… They always love bomb you in the beginning, make life seem like rainbows and sunshine, and promise you everything you've ever wanted… then once you're under their spell… they take everything you don't want to give.”

“Yeah… just sucks that I miss someone so horrible.”

 

“You don't miss him. You miss who he pretended to be. You're mourning someone who never existed, and that's okay… mourn the mask you fell in love with… then let it go. That's what I did. Though I still had a nightmare about him today. So, guess some scars just stick around.”

 

Angel sighed, “Since when did you turn into a therapist? I'm supposed to be the one comforting you. He didn't touch ya in anyways did he?”

“Nah… He tried till I bit off a chunk of his wing and nearly clawed off one of his eyes.”

“You what?!” Angel looked at her, horrified. 

“His wings tasted gross too. It was all powdery and tasted like ashes…” 

 

Angel groaned, “What am I gonna do with you? Ya little weirdo.” He then smiled, “I'm glad you're okay Sis… I'd be a pretty shit brother if ya died on me. Alright, I'll give ya some alone time.”

She smiled, “Okay. Turn on the radio on the nightstand so I can listen to some music. Oh, and the Spicy stories are under my bed if you wanna read them!”

“Yep, got it!” He turned on the radio and picked out one of her stories, choosing one that looked to be about a demon king and an angel falling in love. It sounded interesting enough. 

 

When Alastor finally returned with food. He didn't see her, but her radio was playing. He sat down the food at her desk, then heard her singing coming from the bathroom as she sang along with whatever was playing.

 

“My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close, and hear my thoughts in every no-ote~.

Make me your radio, and turn me up when you feel low.

This melody was meant for you, so sing along to my stereo.”

He realized she was in the bath, which meant he was in her room while she was naked! He felt panic fill him, a proper gentleman doesn't enter a lady's room when she's in a state of undress!  

 

“If I was just another dusty record on the shelf, would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?” She kept singing along, completely unaware he had returned. Well, as far as he knew.

“If I asked you to scratch my back could you manage that?

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks, it's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks. I used to- used to- used to, nah I'm over that! Because holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts!”

 

He thought about leaving, but something about the song made him stay, or was it her voice? It felt like her soul was tethering him in place. Which it very well might be, given he owned it.

“If I could only find the note to make you understand, I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand! Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune, and know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you!”

 

She kept singing and he felt like he was under a spell. He sat at her desk chair, and closed his eyes, letting the melody flow over him. She certainly had found the note to make him understand. He had plans for her these days. He intended to teach her how to collect souls and make her an overlord herself. Then, if she became strong enough, maybe she could take on who held his leash…

 

Suddenly he was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of sloshing water, she was getting out of the tub! He started to panic, until-

 

“Hey Al, is my blow dryer on the desk? I think I left it in there.” She knew he was there this whole time?! He looked at the desk.

“Y-yes, it is. I'm sorry for the intrusion, I did not know you were bathing!” He sounded extremely nervous, but she just laughed.

“It's fine! If I had a problem with it, I would have said something. You're fine Al, I know you're not a perv or a creep, so don't stress so much. I know I'm safe with you around regardless of my state of dress, and I hope you feel the same about me.” 

 

“I… suppose I do, actually. You get away with a lot more touching than I'd allow anyone else to do. For some reason, you don't make my skin crawl, and I'm not sure what to do with that.” He was opening up to her, just a little.

 

“You don't have to do anything with it if you don't want to. I'm just happy to be by your side. But getting to hug you and hold your hand makes me crazy happy too.” She came out of the bathroom in her towel and went to pick out fresh clothes before returning to the bathroom to change. Alastor kept his eyes off her the entire time, face bright red.

She came back out once dressed with her hair wrapped up in a towel. She went to grab her blow dryer to work on her tail, but Alastor's shadow got to it first. 

 

“Let me assist you, my dear, that way you can focus on eating.” He got up from the chair and guided her to sit. He wouldn't stop staring until she started eating. Then he hummed in satisfaction and gave her a tiny kiss to her forehead, “good girl.”

 

Alastor took one of her books and began reading while his shadow worked on her tails. After a few minutes, he spoke up again.

“Hm, Zariah, you seem awfully fond of holding someone in your sleep. Might that be something you'd like to do on a more regular basis rather than just when you're in peril?”

She looked up at Alastor with shock! But he kept his eyes glued to the book he was “reading” as he tried to look indifferent. 

 

“Yeah, I love cuddling! It makes me feel so safe and warm. Especially if it's you, you're always allowed in my bed.”

“I see. Then let me make an adjustment to your room.” He snapped his fingers, and her bed became a king sized, rather than the twin it previously was. “There, now if I decide to humor you I won't be so cramped.” 

 

He thought about their potential future together as she ate and gushed over a new story idea she had while in the bath.

He wanted her on his broadcasts, his Radio Angel… they needed to get her training for that, luckily in life he helped his lady coworkers find their voice all the time. So he was confident he could shape her into a proper radio hostess.

Yes, they'd go for walks together, cook meals together, have tea with Rosie, collect souls together. He felt warm in his chest. 

Yes, the radio demon truly did have a heart. And this little angel had won a special place in it.

 

(So this could be considered the end, chapter 16 is just a "bonus" chapter. Will contain consensual cannibalism, if that gets anyone excited.)

[nkirukaj]

Our Renaissance (3)

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing, Implied Racism (Threats of Lynching), Threats of Sexual Assault, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 1920s Slang

Genre: Slight Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 5.8K

1925

A pale fist connects with Alastor’s chin, while another hits his gut, and the last hits him right in the crotch. He’s not holding back, however, he lands a few on the other three guys, but nowhere near causing the same amount of damage as they did to him. One came from behind him, wrapping their arms around his throat, he searched for air for a few, until landing a kick in the assailant’s crotch. Alastor reaches out to land another punch, getting his skin slit by one of the men’s knives, he cries out in pain as the punches continue on. He was completely unaware of his surroundings until he heard a voice calling.

“Alastor? What are you doing? Alastor? Alastor!”

The moment he saw her, all of it came rushing back. He wanted so badly to be angry with her, but looking at her beautiful face, he just couldn’t. 

“What’s going on here? Leave him alone!”

“Stay out of it broad,”

That fired Alastor up and he landed his bloody fist on the guy’s face

“Alastor, come on. Please?” she stares into his eyes and he spits the blood out of his mouth, choosing to walk away after the guys got one last hit to the shin

“That’s what I thought! And you!” The leader points at Vera “Watch yourself, Jane, next time to stop us from taking our cut, we might end up taking the cut outta you, dollface!” He winks at her, thrusting towards her as she grimaces at their lewd gestures. Alastor’s expression darkens.

“Hear that boy?!” they call after them “We all gon’ take a piece of her!” He points to himself and his friends “1,2,3! Take her from the back. Though I might wanna see that pretty face!” Their voices get quieter as Vera and Alastor increase the distance between the two groups. Vera turns to him

“Why were you fighting?”

He scowls, not responding at first “They said Maman would make a pretty tree ornament,”

Vera doesn’t understand immediately, but gets it within a few moments “Oh,” she says with a blank face

“Yeah,” 

She looks at his bleeding hand “We ought to go to your mama-“

“No!” She stops to look at him “I can’t let her know I’ve been fighting again.” He mumbles 

“All right then, I suppose that I could fix you up, but I don’t have much experience with boys.” 

“Where have you been anyway? Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” he asks once they get to her room. She pulls out her first aid and sewing supplies.

She rolls her eyes, while she bandages his knuckles “It’s only been 2 years. And my daddy said that I wasn’t allowed to come the past two because I needed to focus on my schoolwork.”

He furrows his brow “I thought you were grown,” he smirks

“College,” she says like it’s obvious

“Oooh you a college girl,” he wiggles his eyebrows

She blushes “Well, I did just graduate. And now, my daddy says after Mardi Gras I can head off to LA!”

“Ah, that’s right. You wanna be an ‘actress’” he speaks teasingly

She stares at him, offense taken “And you wanna be on the radio.” she spits back, her voice full of venom “I don’t see why you think your dream is more reachable than mine.”

He stares down at his bloody hand as she cleans it “I don’t.”

“Then why do you keep mocking me?”

“Oh, darlin’ I’m not mocking you. I just think that radio is a superior medium.”

“And why is that?”

“Because all that matters is the voice. If you’ve got the voice, people will listen. You can be successful, no matter what you look like.” He watches her place the hydrogen peroxide on his wound and he hisses with pain.

“Sorry,” she looks a bit sheepish

“Anyway, with movies and plays, you gotta look exactly how they want. That’s unrealistic. Well, I mean not for you, since you’re a regular Sheba. But for folks like me, we wouldn’t exactly fit on the movie screens.”

She’s taken back a bit by his compliment, but she doesn’t show it “You think you’re ugly?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“You said I’m a regular Sheba when you’re a Sheik!” she prepares the needle for the amateur stitches she was about to give him.

Alastor wiggles his eyebrows “You think I’m sexy?” he leans in toward her

She giggles and pushes him back, “You have to stay still. Here, gimme your hand.” He places it in her hand and she starts to sew up the gash. Alastor tried to hide the pain, but each wince made it clear how he was feeling when the needle pierced his flesh. “Sorry,” she said again

“It’s alright darlin’ it’s not your fault I busted my hand.”

“No, I mean…I’m sorry for not writing to you, and not coming since 2 years ago. I bet you thought I forgot about you.” He had thought that, but he chose to stay silent instead of responding. When she finished sewing up the wound and knotting it, she held his hand in both of hers “I’d never forget you.” she said

There’s a beat of silence, where he stares at her and she stares at his hand that she continues to hold, before she clears her throat and drops it, causing him to wince once more. She looks apologetic and reaches for him, but pulls back at the last second. Alastor clears his throat and breaks the silence.

“Ugh, I would hate for Maman to see me like this,” he turns his hands over, looking at the crudely stitched-up gash on his otherwise smooth skin

“Maybe wear some gloves then,” she chides him. Vera reaches into a drawer on her nightstand, pulling out a pair of black gloves and handing them to him. He looks skeptical “They’re made of the best material. They stretch! Try them!”

Alastor takes them cautiously and looks them over. He looks up at Vera and back down at the gloves, thinking about whether this was a good idea, but considering he had no other options and nothing else to lose, he slid the gloves onto his hands. Surprisingly they did fit. Either these gloves were as stretchy as Vera claimed, or he had some seriously small hands.

“Thank you,” he said

“See? Perfect fit.”

He reaches for her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers “So is this,”

He leans toward her large pink lips and she lightly pushes his chest with her gloved hand “Um, bank’s closed, Alastor” she chuckles

Alastor moves back only a few inches, staring at her with relaxed, lidded eyes “Cash or check?”

Vera blushes furiously “Excuse me?” She giggles “How do you know there will be another chance?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t think about me.”

She glances around the room “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” blushing harder 

Alastor raises an eyebrow, his mouth harboring a giant smirk “Don’t tell me you forgot. Last time you came, I took you in the woods…”

She waves her hands in front of her face, trying not to smile “Don’t remind me.”

He scooches closer “Why not? It’s such a…pleasant…memory” he leans in again and finally his lips catch hers in a small kiss, then back in for a longer one. She rests her hands on his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders and neck. As they’re necking, his hand slides up to her breasts and he takes one, squeezing it. Vera moans quietly as he massages it, occasionally feeling her nipple through the fabric.

The sound of footsteps is heard coming up the staircase and Vera gently pushes Alastor, whispering “Someone’s coming,”

“So?” he pulls her closer to him by her waist, making her giggle while he kisses her cheek and jaw

She pushes him “I’m serious,” she says between giggles

“You don’t sound like you’re serious Miss Giggles,” he tickles her further

“Alastor stop!”

“I hope it’s not your father!” he whispers

The doorknob turns “Young lady we do not lock doors,” Cassius says on the other side

“Now you have to hide,” she whispers

“I do?” he asks, like a jerk

“Stop! This is serious!” she playfully slaps his chest while whispering

Cassius turns the knob further “Vera, what are you doing in there? Open the door! Vera!”

“I can’t have boys in my room. Hide in the closet,”

“Alright…” he allows himself to be pushed into the closet

He watches through the crack as Vera undoes her clothing slightly, pulling it off her arms. Alastor feels a throbbing in his crotch as he watches her peel away the layers.

“Vera!”

She opens the door a crack “Yes Daddy?”

“What’s going on in here?” he asks with a scowl 

“I was trying to get dressed, I got dirty on my walk so I had to change clothes. Did you need something?”

He looks past her in the room “I heard some…noises in here, I thought you might be up to something…inappropriate,”

“No, it’s just me,”

Her father purses, his lips “Remind me to check you out. That whole ‘talking to yourself’ thing makes you sound screwy,” and he walks away

“Oh my,” Alastor speaks from the closet when she goes to open it, “I thought he’d never leave,”

“You almost got us caught!” She slaps his chest

“Aww,” he purrs “Scared Daddy would think I was defiling his daughter?” he gives her an evil grin “Already did that,”

She blushes “Enough games! You need to leave,”

“Do you really want me to leave?” He leans down toward her, his grin stretching the ends of his face

“You need to leave,” she says, not looking directly at him

“Alright, alright,” he puts his hands up “I will just be out in your backyard..working, as always,”

“Go! Shoo!” she whisked him out before anyone else could catch them.

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Alastor was crouched down, examining each individual flower, their stems and petals when Vera snuck up to him and spoke.

“You ever been to a party?”

He is caught off-guard by her voice to the point where he falls over, she giggles at the sight and he is mixed with a sense of humiliation and adoration, quite confusing for him. He stands and dusts himself off, replying “I’ve been to my mother’s birthday party. Is that what you’re getting at?” with his brow furrowed

She shakes her head “No, I meant a cocktail party. Like the ones you see in films? Where they dress all ritzy and dolled up, and drink margaritas and of course, cocktails?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,”

“You’ve never seen a film?”

“Once. After Maman saved up,”

Vera purses her lips “Hmm,” she leans her weight on one leg “Would you like to attend one?”

“A film?” he raised his brow “I don’t know, I have much work to be done-“

“No! A party!” Vera smirks

“A party?” Alastor almost laughs in her face “Oh, definitely not,”

Vera looks perplexed “And why not?”

“I am not going to a party surrounded by a bunch of fat cats in suits, looking down on me,” 

She rolls her eyes “My father is bringing me as a networking opportunity, you should come too!”

Alastor’s complexion is touched with a hint of pink “I don’t think I would fit in very well there,” he replied simmering with anger at his situation

Vera’s eyes are filled with confusion “Do you not still want to work in radio? To be a radio star?” She asked her tone dripping with wonder

“Yes,” he mumbles 

“Then come with me. I will not take no for an answer.” She stands her ground, with her arms crossed

“I’m not sure doll, am I even allowed?”

“Oh I’ll take care of that, don’t you worry about it.” She winks at him 

He stares at her apprehensively “I suppose,”

She startles him again while he is cutting grass by hand, almost chopping off his own finger.

“Guess what?” 

He jumps back “You must stop doing that!” he sounds deeply irritated when saying this 

She leans back and crosses her arms “Would you like to hear it or not?

He stands and sighs “Go ahead,”

Vera giggles and jumps up and down “Your attendance was approved!” she grins at him

“Hmm? Oh, the party, wonderful,” he offers a false grin “However, I did just realize that I do not have the proper attire to attend. I do not own a suit,” he offers

“Okay! I’ll get you one!”

His grin falls slightly “I could not ask you to do that,”

“You’re not,” she asserts “We will pay your mother to make you one,” she claps once

His smile falls completely “Do not make her do that, she has more important things to do,”

Vera raises her brow “Like her job? Which is to make what she’s paid to?”

“For her clients,”

“That’s us!” she tilts her head

He squints at her, his expression darkening, but she seems not to notice “You’re doing it for me,”

“I’m doing it for me,” she gives him a sly smirk

“Yes because a woman needs a suit,” he spits sarcastically

She rolls her eyes again “You are my plus one, this is for me,”

“I suppose,” the confidence in his voice dropped. This would be an amazing opportunity, but to wear his mother’s labor? He would be no better than Vera’s father, or any of the other customers who requested work from them. Would he become the fat cat?

“Have we reached an understanding?”

“We have,” he states plainly

The door to the backyard was open so that all- of Vera’s kin - could see out.

“Son!” Mr. Bates called from inside “I’m sure you’ve got more work to do, don’t you little Fontenot?”

Alastor’s eyes set in his head darkly, as he stares at him through his dark lashes, as Mr. Bates stares him down.

“Vera, I have something for you sweetheart!” she brightens up at the thought of a gift “But you must come inside to receive it!”

“Is it my gown?!”

“I’m not sure, you’ll have to come inside and see,” he sings 

She runs towards her father with glee “Oh!” she turns back to Alastor “It’s tomorrow night!” and runs inside the house, her father slamming the door behind her, as the rain starts pouring down, Cassius stares as Vera opens the parcel, fully expecting the work to be finished. 

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“It was so nice of Miss Vera to invite you, don’t you think baby?” May asks as she threads the final part of his suit together. She looks up at him “Alastor? What’s eating you?”

A deep scowl is present on his face, the storm in his mind evident. “It doesn’t feel right,”

“What doesn’t feel right?” she stands up

“Them having you make this for me, so I can stand around begging for some from these narcissistic high-brow men and women. It’s like we’re objects to them!” he crosses his arms,

May waves him off “Oh don’t be silly Alastor! This is an amazing opportunity for you! Miss Vera is so thoughtful to think of your dreams when attending this party, and Mr. Bates is so considerate to allow you to attend. They didn’t have to pick you,” she fixes his collar and tilts her head “This could do wonders for you Alastor. You could end up a big-shot radio host because of this night. I know you’ve got what it takes,” she pinches his cheek

“Maman,” he laughs and swats her hand away “I’m a man now,”

“You wouldn’t know it living here with me,” she laughs “When you get big you can move out and live on your own. And you can stop picking and pruning flowers for your Mama. Besides, you’ll always be my baby,” she smiles warmly

“I told you, I don’t like leaving you alone,”

“Sure, that’s why,”

“Besides we don’t have the money for that kind of transition at the moment,”

“But you will, after tonight” May hands him a box

He looks it over “What’s this?”

“I think, that since Miss Vera was so kind as to invite you to this party, you should bring her a gift,”

He opens the box and smiles, looking up at his mother “Of course Maman,”

Alastor fiddled with his tie during his trek to the Bates’ vacation home. The bow tie fit him well, but his neck was not used to the sudden constriction. His hands trembled, almost dropping the box twice. He thought about this chance and all the ways he could mess it up. The chances that he would regret it were astronomical. He walked up to the front of the house and saw Mr. Bates and Vera standing in front of a car. Mr. Bates in a navy blue upper-class suit and Vera in a gorgeous extravagant cocktail gown in light pink. When he approached, Vera’s lips pulled back into a large grin, while Mr. Bates’s remained a tight line. 

Alastor opened his mouth, but his words were stolen by Vera and her beauty.

“Hi,” she says in a low velvety voice

“Salutations,” he spoke breathlessly, staring at her in awe

Mr. Bates clears his throat “The car has been waiting,” he turns to his daughter “Shall we?”

“Of course, Daddy,” she turns to Alastor “Come then,” she enters the car and he follows her

The ride is quiet and tension-filled before Vera speaks again “Your mother made you a very nice suit. You clean up very well,” she glances at him

“Hmm, I suppose I look quite well in it,” he looks down at himself giving her a small smile

“I guess May hasn’t quite learned how to make hats,” Mr. Bates commented from the front seat

“Daddy hats are for older men,”

“Ugh, you think I’m old?” he asks playfully

“Yes,” she answers laughing

Alasstor sits, fiddling with the box not knowing what to say

“Hello Alastor?” she calls for his attention “Bonjour,” she glances at him with lidded eyes

“Bonjou cher” he responds, deep and silky

She giggles “What is ‘cher’?”

“It’s just a Creole term of endearment. Would you prefer I call you, ‘my dear’?”

“No, I like it. ‘Cher’,” she smiles

He grins widely “This is for you,” he hands her the box he’d been holding, and his smile brightens seeing her face as she opens it.

“Oh my goodness! Is this a corsage?”

He nods “Indeed it is,”

She tries to fasten onto herself but fails miserably.

“If I may?” he reaches over to help her fasten the flower to her dress

“Doesn’t really match the dress now does it?” Mr. Bates called again

“Daddy, I love it! It’s so gorgeous!”

“Alright alright,”

Alastor leans back in his seat, unsure of how the rest of the evening would go. Walking into the venue was just as nerve-wracking as he thought that it would be. All the rich people stared at him as if he were an animal, something to tame or even worse, something meant to entertain them. He was silent as the Bates’s were greeted, he was no longer Alastor, he was simply ‘+1’.

“Cassius! My dear friend, so good to see you!” one of the men embraced him with a handshake

“Stanley, my good man, how have you been?”

“Not too shabby, I invested in some promising stock these past few months. But you know all the hub of the women and the coloreds asking ‘rights this’ and ‘rights that”, you must know how it is Cassius,”

Mr. Bates nods “I do indeed, which I raise my daughters up the right way. By you remember, my eldest daughter Vera?”

The man turns to Vera “Vera? This is Vera?”

“Hello,”

“Last time I saw you you were about 10?”

“Oh, 10 and a half, as she always said,” he chuckles

“My my, you’ve grown into such a lovely young woman, do you have an intended?”

“She does not,”

“Is she looking?” They cackled

Vera looks around in confusion. She whispers to her father “I do not understand,”

Mr. Bates grabs her arm “Shh,”

“Cassius come and see the other fellows,”

He turns back to his daughter “Go around and introduce yourself, and mind your manners, young lady,” and like that, he is whisked away

Vera turns around and is startled to see Alastor behind her “You were so quiet, I forgot you were there,”

“Oh no, just observing,” he offered

Observing indeed. Observing how these fat cats felt about and treated ladies and colored folk like himself. How they treated the help. If he was meant to fit in and network with these people, then this was a lost cause.

“May I have a drink?” she asks one of the men carrying glasses on plates. He hands her one, “Two actually, one for my friend here?” Alastor reaches for the glass cautiously as the server gives him an unwelcoming look. “Thank you,”

They can feel it, they can see it, they can smell it. They know I don’t belong here, I don’t know how they know it or how they can tell, but they know it, everyone knows it and I’m the fool staying here knowing that I don’t belong.

“Are you okay?” she asks him, noticing his wandering eyes and his shaking hands

“I’m just fine my dear,” he lies “The party is lovely,”

“Drink,” she tells him “One glass will calm your nerves,”

“I shouldn’t,”

“But you should,” she presses onto his arm, pushing it up towards his mouth

“You are trying to get me in trouble, Miss Bates,”

“I am trying to get you to let your walls down,”

“You’re trying to get me to break the law,”

She flutters her lashes “No one here is going to tell,”

“Well if they did I’d have to kill them,”

She laughs and he similarly smiles “Watch,” she takes her drink and downs it in one go, placing the empty glass on a counter “See?”

He sighs “Fine,”  and swallows it down, the warmth rushing all over him 

Vera leans into him “Now how do you feel?”

“The same,” he chuckles

“Just wait,”

Within the hour the drink had taken its toll on Alastor, his grin took up his entire face as he listened and watched people move to the gorgeous tones of the jazz music being played by the band.

“Someone looks happy,” Vera glides around to the front of him

He shrugs “I suppose I am…enjoying myself,”

“Enough to dance with me?”

He blinks behind his lenses and stares into hers “Sure, why not?” he takes her hand, leading her to the middle of the dance floor, grasping her tightly as he leads her, moving to the music. He is quite light on his feet, in a way that she could not imagine, she is stunned by his dancing ability and finds herself charmed further by the garden boy.

“And you said you’ve never been to a party,”

“Not these kind, my dear,”

“You’ve been dancing with older ladies? Hmm, you might make me jealous,” she smirks

His eyebrows raise with intrigue “You jealous? Why is that?”

“I suppose because this is how I have to find out that I’m not your only dance partner,”

“You know you can dance with me anytime you want,” his grin is bright and charming, a wide white grin that had her heart doing flips inside of her chest. His eyes were unmoving and bore directly into her, causing her cheeks to redden and her eyes to avert from him. As his fingers were about to turn her chin back to his face she heard a masculine voice calling her name.

“Vera!” She turns towards it seeing a face familiar to her “Oh Vera is that you?”

She pulls away from Alastor, eager to stop feeling exposed and vulnerable, but his hand remains on her waist. Vera pushes a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Sonny?” she asked stunned 

“Vera!” he approaches her with his arms open and she embraces him, fully removing herself from Alastor’s grip.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t see you when you first came in, so I thought you hadn’t come!”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily!”

They laugh like old friends as Alastor looks the man up and down, he’s tall and thin. Pale, with short blonde hair and a large nose. Alastor wasn’t exactly sure how to feel, all he knew was that he wanted this man to disappear immediately

“So Vera who’s this youngster I saw you getting cozy with on the dance floor?”

“Well, do you remember the promising young man that I wrote to you about?”

“Oh, right Alastar? Alastore? Where is he?” he looks around

Vera sarcastically gestures toward Alastor “Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure,” Alastor sticks his hand out to the man to shake. Sonny takes it and shakes it with wide eyes.

“Oh! Alastor, what an…interesting suit you have on,” Sonny looks him up and down

Before Alastor can scowl, Vera interjects “Alastor is very passionate about radio,” 

“Oh? Listen to the radio quite a lot? Interested in my work, huh?”

Alastor’s eyes popped, he finally understood what Vera was doing by introducing him to this man, she was networking for him. “Yes indeed sir. I believe radio is the future!”

“Well, you are very right about that. I want to bring radio to future generations, making sure that it lasts,”

“Genius idea sir,” Alastor replies humbly

“I was pretty much the brains behind the beginning of radio,”

“Now don’t con him, Sonny,”

Sonny waves her off “Oh I’m just teasing. Well, you two have a great night. Vera, tell your father I said hello,” he turns to leave

“Wait, Sonny!”

“Hmm?” he turns back around

“Remember how I told you that he has a really dynamic personality?”

“Uh huh?” Sonny raises an eyebrow

“Perfect for a…radio show host…?”

Sonny sighs into his hands “Vera, may I speak with you for a moment?” he places a hand on her waist and pulls her off to the side.

Alastor fiddles with his fingers as he watches the two of them converse across the bar. Conversing, about him. His heart begins palpitating and he can’t control his own thoughts. They would never want me. What am I doing here? Why did I let her convince me to come here? What a ridiculous dream.

“Vera,”

“Yes?”

Sonny sighs once more “I understand that you’d like to help your little ‘friend’…but I will explain something that you as a lady would not know. You cannot have nobodies coming from nowhere as part of your business. It’s just bad press, what would the papers say?”

“That you’re revolutionary for turning this ‘nobody’ into a ‘somebody’? Besides, every somebody was a nobody at one point,”

“Ah, but the difference is…those nobodies were able to pay to get themselves where they are. I cannot just have anyone on the radio, especially someone who looks like their mother still dresses them,”

They both glance over at Alastor, who fiddles with his fingers, looking down.

“I thought radio wasn’t about looks,”

“You have to see the bigger picture, it’s not just about radio. It’s about being around the right people to get the radio where I want it to be. I want to move forward, not backward,”

“Is it not progressive for you to have the first local station to have a colored man on your broadcast? Let alone have his own show?” she stares him down

He ponders Vera’s words, looking back and forth between her and Alastor “Fine.” he saunters back over to the young man “You young man, will report to WWL at 8 pm sharp. You will have six seconds, you will wow me with those six seconds or it’s not happening. And you,” he gestures for Vera to come to him “If he does not wow me in those 6 seconds, it will cost you your acting career, you won’t even have a chance to have a career, and your father will be done. Do we have an understanding?”

Vera’s wide grin falls “Yes,” she says solemnly

“Great, have a good evening” he tilts his hat to the young lady and exits the party, pushing past Cassius who looks over and scowls in Alastor’s direction.

Alastor has no control over his thoughts or body once again but is on the opposite side of the spectrum. He doesn’t move when Cassius sees him, when Vera approaches him, or when she starts speaking.

“So…I believe thanks are in order?” She leans on the table near him

He snaps back at attention, rolling his eyes “Thank you,”

“You’re welcome, I just put a lot on the line for you,” she speaks as though this was not a big deal

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it,”

“Seriously, everything we’ve worked for depends on you,” 

He lids his eyes “That is a lot of pressure,”

“Indeed,” she stares up at him, eyes boring into his now. At this moment he was the one who wanted to shirk away from the gaze, but there he stayed captivated by her gaze, at least until feeling a large and heavy hand fall on his shoulder.

“Vera, how is your night going, sweetheart? Drawing a lot of attention to yourself huh, son?” He turns to Alastor, who pulls away from his touch

“Cassius, I didn’t know you dabbled in charity work,” A woman passed by, placing her hand on the man’s arm. 

“Vera, did you have enough fun tonight?”

“I was meant to speak to Shannon tonight, but I cannot find her,”

“Yes, you know she’s busy with her baby,”

“That’s right, she did have a baby,” she remembers

“I think It is time for us to turn in, do you not agree?”

Vera pouts “Oh father,” she whines

“Now now, do not pout. It is unbecoming of a lady,”

Alastor feels as though he’s floating on air when he speaks “I believe that Vera handled herself with the utmost amount of poise and grace tonight. She is a young adult, and she can stay out for a few more hours in my opinion,” 

Vera turns to her father with hopeful eyes and a grin, silently pleading.

“Return to the car Vera,”

Her grin drops and she turns her nose up “I will pout all I please,” she walks out, pushing past her father

Alastor begins to follow her toward the car when he is stopped by Cassius’s hand on his chest “You, come with me,”

Cassius leads Alastor out the door, but far away from the car that Vera waits in.

“Is there something you need sir?” Alastor falsifies humility, smirking all the while

“Cut the shit,”

Alastor’s grin gets wider, though he pretends to try to hide it “I’m sorry?”

“You should be. You should be very sorry. I don’t know who you think you are, but you and your mother are this close to being unemployed. Then you can go from living in a shack to living on the street. Wouldn’t that be fun? Don’t you love the music?” he asks passive-aggressively

Alastor’s grin falls at the threatening of his mother “How dare you threaten my mother?” he scowls, his expression turning dark

“Aww, I didn’t know the poor had feelings,” Cassius looks smug “Listen to me, boy. You can be as much of a smartass as you like, but you and your other will always live in that shack. You are here because of me. I could tell them all about you, truth or lies, you are here because I am respected, with my word, you and your mother could end up hanging from trees like ornaments. So watch who you’re speaking to, and who you contradict,” The flames in Alastor’s chest burned brightly and angrily, his fingers making a fist “And one last thing, stay away from my daughter,” he walks toward the car where Vera waits, “Enjoy the walk home,” he says before entering the car

“Where’s Alastor?”

“He wanted to take a walk to clear his mind,”

The engine revs up and pulls away, leaving Alastor standing as it begins to rain again.

“Lovely,” he spits

With his hair and his clothes stuck to his body, Alastor trudges on his way back home, hearing the familiar voices of some idiots he’d met before.

“Hey boy!” they called out following him, whistling and taunting him “Hey! Where’s your little Jane? Huh?”

Alastor trudges forward, it was all he could do to not react. He was almost home, and then he could peel off these shoes and this suit and wallow in his own misery.

“Hey, boy! Hey!” they whistle “Hey negro! See that’s what happens when they get right, they forget how to show respect,” he spits and throws a beer can at Alastor, who stops and readjusts his jaw, allowing them to catch up

“Hey boy,” he hears the man flip open his knife “thick you too good to speak?”

“We gon’ have to teach you a lesson?”

The knife guy chuckles “I could take it out of that pretty little doll you was with last time? Where she at? Huh? She not gon’ save you?”

“Or we could take outta his motha’”

The guys start laughing as the rage builds up inside Alastor, and he loses control of his body and thoughts for the third time that night, grabbing the man’s knife and stabbing him repeatedly, splattering his blood all over his suit and skin as the man falls to the ground, bleeding out. The others stand and watch as both twitch, the man in pain and Alastor in anger. 

“Why you fucking-“ another guy runs up toward him, but Alastor counters by slitting his throat, the third man jumps, tackling Alastor from behind and taking him to the ground. 

They roll around on the grass, Alastor struggling, as the man tries to choke him, punching and hitting him in the gut and wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing, Alastor kicks backward, in the third man’s shin and he falls back to the ground as Alastor falls to his knees, searching the grass for the knife, finding it right as the last man goes to pounce on him. He rolls from under his spot, getting onto his feet and plunging the knife into his back over and over and over again. Hearing his spine crunch and his organs splatter, he digs the knife in and twists, taking pleasure in the eradication of scum life, the power coursing through his veins. He kept going long after the man had stopped moving, and when he finished, Alastor took a deep breath, finally feeling in control once again. 

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Bambi and the Devil part six.

⚠️ for sexual harassment

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Valentino,Vox and Velvette were behind some bushes looking at Rosie's Emporium. " This is Alastor lucky day". Vox said smiling. Valentino smiles as well " Yes the day he finally agreed to be my pornstar". Velvette laughed but quickly starting coughing when Valentino looked at her. Vox nods " Yes but let me ask him to marry me first, then you can come in ok". Valentino nods. " Yeah whatever". Vox takes a deep breath " Ok showtime".

They come out of the bushes where the townspeople were gathered around a wedding field. " I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding". Vox announced. " But first i have to ahem propose to the bride". There was laughter everywhere except for the bimbos who sobbed. Velvette just rolled her eyes. " What a bunch of babies". Vox saluted the others and march off. Velvette had her phone playing. " Oh this is going to be great I can tell".

Valentino " oh you think Alastor would say yes".

" Nope I mean when Alastor kicks vox out and humiliates him it's going all over Sinstagram". Velvette said. Valentino rolled his eyes but kept looking at the phone too.

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Alastor was reading his new book when there was a knock at the door. He opened it " Rosie you back early". Sees vox instead of Rosie" Oh it's you". He grimaces. Vox smirks " Yes me. Hello Alastor how are you this fine day". Alastor shrugs. " It was good until 5 seconds ago". He glared at Vox. "Would you like to make it even more good"? Vox asked.

Pfft How can you make my day more good vox"? Alastor asked." Why by making your dreams come true of course". Vox smiles. Vox noticed a mirror and started to clean his teeth with it making Alastor roll his eyes. " And what do you know about my dreams Vox".

"Plenty". Vox said as he sat down and placed his feet upon Alastor's book. Alastor glares at him. " Picture this", Vox says continuing on." A roasted fireplace my wife's cooking and rubbing my feet while the little ones play with the dogs. We will have six or seven of them of course".

"Dogs"! Alastor said alarmed. "I'm not even having one dog let alone seven near me or my children"! Vox laughed. " haha no I mean strapping young err cis men like me". "Uh huh Wouldn't that be just wonderful". Alastor rolls his eyes as he tries to get away from Vox.

"And do you know who that precious wife would be". Vox corners Alastor". " Let me guess". Alastor sighs. He already knew what Vox was going to say. " Why you my darling Alastor". Alastor groans " Vox for the 100,000 time no I am not marrying you. So quit asking me"!

Suddenly the door opens and Valentino steps in "Well is he going to marry you or not"?

" No I am not" Alastor said annoyed" What are you doing here anyway, what do you want?" Alastor asked.

Valentino just laughs" Ha well it seems to me vox that Alastor is just not interested in being your wife. However I have a much better proposition for him anyway". Valentino grabs Alastor by the hand." How would you like to work for me become my newest pornstar. I can just see your name in lights. You'll be the most famous star, even more so then Angel Dust. Wherever that whore ran off to". Valentino growled at the last part. Valentino grabbed Alastor by the waist and cornered him near the bookstand. " So what do you say mi amoricito? I think the name Bambi Starr will be perfect for you". He whispers in his ear before licking his cheek.

Disgusted beyond relief Alastor pushes Valentino away from him " FUCK NO".

"Oh come on now you would be famous". Valentino says.

" I don't care about being famous I'm happy where I am and that is that please leave me alone". Alastor says now losing his patience. He could feel his antlers sprouting from his head. " But if you would have just listen". before Valentino could finish Alastor erupted in anger. He pushed Valentine and Vox out the door and slammed and shut.

The two tumbled and fell into some muddy water. They looked up to see Velvette recording the whole thing. "Yep just like I said"she said. "This is So going on Sinstagram". Before she could send it Vox crushed the phone" Eh What the fuck what gives man". Velvette asks angry. Vox Grove I will have Alastor for my wife. Put that on your sinstagram post". Vox stormed off really angry and humiliated. Velvette kept looking at her hand with her crushed phone. and Valentino smirks " One day Bambito". He said. "You will be my newest Star". He lights a cigarette and then leaves.

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Alastor stares out the window."Are they gone? Please let them be gone. I can't believe it they keep asking me to marry them or be their new star. Me the wife and slave of those boorish brainless"! He starts to sing.

" Monseir Vox and Valentino, Monsier there little wife and slave. No sir not me I guarantee that. I want much more than this provential life". Alistair runs to some fields. " I want adventure in the great wide somewhere I want it more than I can tell". He lays down in a bead of flowers picking at them. " And for once it might be grand. To have someone understand. I want so much more than they got planned". Suddenly he hears a voice". ALASTOR". He turns and sees Charlie r run up to him completely out of breath. "Charlie what's wrong where's Rosie"? He asked taking in her disheveled appearance. Charlie immediately starts panting. " Rosie she was taken by the devil he has Rosie". Alastor froze. "The devil but I thought he was a legend."

Charlie shook her head. " I thought so too but he's real and he has Rosie locked up in a dungeon"!

"WHAT! Why didn't you tell me, he had her locked up in a dungeon?! Lead me to her Charlie". Alastor orders. Charlie nods. "Come with me".

Alastor goes with Charlie through the woods until they see the castle" She's in there" he asks. "Yes". she says. "All right I'm going in you stay here all right". Alastor said. But before he could take another step, Charlie grabbed him by the arm. " Please come back with her, I don't want to be alone again". Tears were in her eyes and Alastor was reminded of how he found her. Walking by herself young, alone and abandoned. He pulls her to him. " I promise Charlie. I'll be back with Rosie. Just wait here ok". He kisses her forehead. " Ok". She dries her tears and smiles.

Alastor grabs a stick to defend himself if necessary and walks in the dark foreboding castle.

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Meanwhile inside Vaggie was Chastising Angel dust. " I warned you the master would not like this one bit. But do you listen oh no you never listen to me". Vaggie said. Angel rolled his eyes. " I was only being hospitable". He crosses his arms " Damn if I'm ever nice huh Vaggie". Vaggie growls her eye twitching. " That's not the case. You know our master doesn't like people to be here". Angel through his hands up. " Well he better start liking it, I want my sexy body back. I can't pole dance as a candlestick". Before Vaggie could say anything, Nifty spoke up. " Someone is in the castle". Cherri chuckles. " We know that nifty she is in the dungeon". Nifty shook her head. " What no no. This time it's a boy".

" A boy". They all exclaimed. They rushed to see Alastor walking around. " Hello Rosie, where are you"? Alastor said out loud. " Dang smiles is kinda cute, he looks like a strawberry pimp". Angel said. Vaggie shakes her head. Nifty sees the stick in his hand. " Ooh I wonder if he's a bad boy". Cherri chuckles. " I'm sure he is dear".

Just then coughing is heard from the dungeon. Alastor races to the sound till he finds Rosie in a cell. " ROSIE". Alastor cries out. He grabs her hands. " Alastor"? Rosie asked confused. Then her eyes widened in horror. " NO NO GET OUT NOW". She says panicked. " Not without you I'm not". Alastor said as he tries to break open the door. " No please before he finds you". Rosie pleads. " Who"? Alastor asked. Suddenly he is thrown away from her as a deep chilling voice yells out. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PRISONER"!

Angered at being caught of guard Alastor retorts. " PRISONER, ILL HAVE YOU KNOW ROSIE IS A LADY NOT A PRISONER"!

" Oh really, then tell me why she trespass in my castle". The voice snarls. " Probably because it was cold and she needed shelter asshole". Alastor bites back. Taken aback by his words he growls. " No one has ever talked to me that way before".

Alastor scoff. " Tch I can tell, self untitled jerk". His ears go flat. The voice sighed. " Well if you are quite done, GET OUT OF MY CASTLE"!

" NO RELEASE HER". Alastor orders. The voice growls. " DO NOT ORDER ME , I ORDER YOU"!

" What are you some kind of king or something, why don't you show yourself you coward". Alastor challenges. The voice takes a deep breath. " Alright Bambi you asked for it". Alastor grimaces at the nickname Valentino used earlier. The voice steps out and a Tall Demonic like creature stood in its place. He had tall red horns and a blonde main. A sharp black tail and hooves adorned him as well. Alastor was taken aback. Not only was this monster terrifying but he was tall as well. Alastor was never a fan of people taller than him. It reminds him of childhood days when his devil of a father when hurt him. Still he knew one thing. Rosie would not stay with this Devil. " Wait how about we make a deal". Alastor says , trying to sound braver than he felt. " A deal, what kind of deal". The Devil asked. Rosie shook her head. " Alastor no that's THE devil, please don't make a deal with him".

Alastor sighs. " Forgive me Charlie, but I must break a promise to you". He approached the Devil, looking at him with no fear. " My deal is this. You let Rosie go free, And I will take her place". He said. Lucifer was shocked. This sinner was insane, yet he was actually willing to give up his freedom for this mere other sinner. " YOU! you would do that". He asked looking at him. " If I took her place would you let her go". Alastor asked. " Yes but you must promise to stay forever". Lucifer says. " No alastor, I won't let you do this. Please go back to Charlie, she needs you, I lived my afterlife". Rosie pleads with Alastor. He goes to her. " I'm sorry Rosie, but I promised my mother I would not let another woman suffer with a man". Alastor went to the beast. " You have my word".

" DEAL"! Lucifer said as a golden chain burst out and wrapped around Alastor. " NOOOO LET HIM GO". Rosie felt herself go feral as tears streamed down her cheeks. Alastor was her hell son. The door opens and she goes to hug him, but Lucifer grabs her before she can. " WAIT". both Rosie and Alastor say. Lucifer dragged Rosie outside. He then grabs Charlie and throws both in a carriage. " TAKE THEM BACK TO THE VILLAGE NOW". he ordered. Ignoring the screams from the women inside. He goes back inside his castle.

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Alastor was inside the dungeon trying his hardest not to cry. But it was just too hard. He had now come to realize he would never see Rosie or Charlie again. He could hear voices talking about giving him a room, but at the moment he just wanted to be alone. It seemed fate had another idea because Lucifer was standing there. He seemed to look bad? " I didn't get to say goodbye". Alastor glares at him. Lucifer sighed. He knew what is like to be separated from people that he loves. " I'll show you to your room". Alastor looks at him confused. " My room but I thought"?

" What you want to stay in the tower". ' is he really that stubborn ' Lucifer asked himself.

" No."

" Then follow me".

As they walked through the highway Lucifer kept glancing at Alastor. He thought he saw a stray tear go down his cheek. Lucifer began to feel awkward. " Say something". Angel ordered. " The castle is your home now, so feel free to go wherever you wish, except the west wing".

" Why what's in the west wing"? Alastor asks.

" IT IS FORBIDDEN" Lucifer growls.

When they get to a door. Lucifer opens it. " If you need anything, my servants will attend to you".

" Dinner dinner, invite him to dinner". Angel suggests.

" You will join me for dinner. THATS NOT A REQUEST".! Lucifer demands shutting the door. Alastor angry, scared hurt and confused from the entire day pounds his fist on the door before finally collapsing in tears.

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End of chapter 6 sorry it's so long guys

[missblissy]

Uhh yo this blog so pretty - anyWAY, do ya reckon I could get some Al trying to get his s/o to sleep? I canNOT get to bed as hard as i try, and I'd just love for the dusty ole' bastard to maybe sing me a lullaby or warm some milk ... also blog so pretty-

((WHEEZE INTO THE VOID PLS LMAO. Thank you nonny xDD I worked really hard to make my blog as pink as can be lol, anyways. Yes xD I can do that. Im sorry it was a little wait, but I hope this helps you get some sleep. It certainly helped me UwU. Enjoy Stinky Deer~~)) ((PS: Here is the song that plays in this story!!))

It was getting ridiculous at this point. You couldn't stand it anymore. If you could bear yourself in the face to fall asleep you would. You laid in a bed too big and too empty to feel warm or comfortable. It wasn't even your bed, or at least it wasn't your room. If you knew that sleeping as a demon would be this hard you wouldn't have let yourself die so easily. Nothing about hell was enjoyable.

Well, aside from your uncanny relationship with Alastor. What would you call it? Many people assumed you were together of some fashion. Which they were not wrong to assume. You were incredibly close with Alastor, that was true. Close enough to sleep in his bed. But personally, you wouldn't put a label on your relationship with Alastor. And if anyone asked, you'd often reply with, "Why don't you ask him these questions?" Because no one would ever question anything about Alastor.

So you tossed and turned in the plush bed. The red silk sheets were too much so you kicked them off, leaving the fluffy comforter. You laid there for a second then groaned before turning into your other side. He wasn't here, but you could easily change that.

You took in a deep breath, let out a sigh, took in another breath then called out, "Alastor!" He was never far. He made sure of that, but he also had his ways of always keeping an eye on you, even if he was gone. You waited in silence for a few seconds then slammed a fist down beside you on the bed and called, "Alastoorr... I can't sleep!" With as much irritation as you could.

There was the small build-up of a hum. And like the pop of a balloon, Alastor's shadowy form manifested before you. Bright red eyes filled the darkness of the room and bringing the only light. He smiled and tilted his head slightly to one side, "Yes, my dear?"

You gave him a puppy dog look and started to scoot over, "Please?" You didn't even have to ask. Alastor only smiled then gave a snap of his fingers. In a cloud of smoke you could barely see, he changed into what looked like pajamas. He climbed into the bed and used some kind of magic to fix the mess you made. You scooted close, but not enough to invade his space. You knew how little he liked being touched and you knew how great of an act of kindness this was for him. So did little to spoil it. You were lucky, however, because he draped an arm behind your head just enough so that he could comb the random strands of hair out of your face.

Here came the best part. No, it wasn't the small amount of warmth, or him playing softly with your hair. It was the low static in the air as music played ever so softly from within Alastor. It was an airy tune, slow and soft with a twist of jazz that he so loved. It always sounded different coming from him. And it always seemed so much more magical as you tipped over the edge of sleep. You closed your eyes and listened to his voice as he sang quietly along with the tune, "Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you." Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me."

You could compare it to being close to a speaker when loud music is played. But Alastor wasn't a speaker and the music was barely a whisper in the wind. It was just enough to fill the void of silence but not enough to be disturbed. Alastor still slowly curled strands of hair around your ear and away from your face, "Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me... While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me."

"Stars fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss, I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear." His voice grew only slightly louder. It filled your ears as you drifted off. Enjoying every bit of this. You were so very lucky to even be gifted with his company let alone the spoils of his songs. "Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me."

The music went on playing. You could hear him humming along with the piano while the song played out. Alastor had gotten close enough to pull you into his arms, but only once you had started to finally drift to sleep. He leaned in close and let his nose brush against your forehead while giving the lightest kiss imaginable. Though his lips brushed against your skins as he sang the last of his song, "Stars fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss, I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear. Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me..."

[glitchtrapfan]

Conversations

Charlie: Angel you in your room, me and Vaggie needs lots of help and we thought.

Angel open the door to his room, he look miserable and tired.

Charlie: Oh...well I’m glad your out of your room but now I’m concerned, you Alright?

Angel: Never been better...

Vaggie: Charlie he won’t help, he just going to stay in his room again like he did all week.

Vaggie said having her hand over Charlie shoulder, charlie felt bad for angel and had one idea to maybe help him.

Charlie: If you can’t help today can you try maybe getting a drink at husks bar, it might help to get rid of the stress you might have.

Angel: Stress, don’t worry baby I’m perfect fine, just tired from fat nuggies staying up all the time.

Angel lied, he was up due to another awful night at work and having dreams of his worst fear.

Charlie: Please angel...I worry for you and I think maybe having a talk with people at the bar and getting drinks could help.

Angel: Talking, I’m good at talking so I could try.

Angel didn’t want to today but he didn’t want Charlie to be worry, she was one of the few people in hell that deserve so much especially with all the work she doing to make hell at least a somewhat better place.

Charlie: Thanks angel, I can make sure to check on you later^^

Charlie and Vaggie head back to more work and angel heads to the bar, he saw husk was there and nifty cleaning dust all over the floor.

Angel: (Okay, I can do this, just act like yourself and just drink, it be okay)

Nifty: Angel can you move a bit?

Angel looks down awakening from his thoughts, nifty needed to get some dust that was on angel boots.

Angel: Oh Sorry shorty.

Angel head to the bar and sits down.

Husk: Well this is almost a shock to see you here, you been “tired” for almost the whole week.

Angel: Yeah sorry, you know a pornstar needs there beauty sleep once a month hehehe.

Husk: Yeah, how many drinks you want if your here?

Angel: Give me anything, I just need something since drinking water gets real boring to drink for being in my room for almost a week.

Husk: I give you some whiskey and you make it sound you been in your room for all week when I know it not true.

Angel: How so?

Husk: I see you leave your room at night with a pink furry coat, I’m going to guess for work.

Angel: no I just needed to head out and grab some stuff.

Husk: Well from your water remake I say that drinks was not one of your priorities.

Angel: Yeah, they had no good drinks at the shop I go to, the shop keeper there though was pretty hot~~

Angel giggles, husk was not laughing and he can see angel was trying to cover him things but decided to not speak more, he gives him his drinks and takes out his own bottle to drink from, for the next hour or 2 Angel was drinking with husk and they talk about silly stuff like how nifty would sometimes have to clean in people room while they sleep and angel joke she probably stalked them like a owl, after a bit husk as pass out and angel was sober from all the drinks.

Angel: (I think I need to head back, it getting late)

Angel was going to leave but then Alastor came to sit down at the bar, it made angel jump seeing someone still awake since it was close to 10 PM but then again it was Alastor, the guy almost never sleeps.

Alastor: Hey angel, don’t mind I just be out your hair for a sec, need to get myself some drink for some papers I need to work on for my boss.

Angel: Oh no it’s fine, I was about to leave but now I do feel like talking more to someone, it was with husk but..

Alastor: Husker is an funny person to talk with if you both take drinks with each other and laugh your butts off, I don’t really drink much but when someone does drink with husk it almost comical to laugh at it.

Angel: Yeah he funny Hehehehe, well Alastor did you want me to leave, I can if you like.

Alastor would have gladly said yes but angel tone was off, like something was missing.

Alastor: Angel I like to talk more, could you ask me how was your day?

Angel: Oh well I sleep again, had Charlie ask me to come down to the bar to relax a bit and had fun with husk.

Alastor: I see, did you do anything else.

Angel: No from what I can think of, actually I did play with fat nuggets for a bit, he such a cute pig when he wants to play with me Hehehehe, how about you?

Alastor: Well I’m doing good as usual, paper work, the killing if need to and having some talk with Charlie.

Angel: That sounds kind of boring, the paper work part I mean Hehehehe.

Alastor: ...Who are you?

Angel: Uh, Alastor you have not drink and you seem drunk as hell already.

Alastor: I mean who are you angel, first you always seem the same, horny jokes, talking about wanting to fuck all types of boys and doing dumb things, now here we are all alone with nobody and your acting like your not in character.

Angel: Not in character, I’m not acting, I’m just not saying as much sex stuff, so what?

Alastor: Not even the sex stuff, I mean your personality change, you seem a lot more like yourself.

Angel: Like myself...PFFT!

Angel burst out laughing, Alastor look over more with serious eyes, his hands together and his mouth grinning still but a little more out of how interesting angel has gotten, he thought he was just some asshole who just wanted to be annoying but now he was like almost a different person.

Angel: Alastor that was probably the best joke you made, I almost died laughing Hehehehe.

Alastor: Angel, I know you not much into listening much and what I might say you won’t care for but...why don’t you act like this more often, instead of always acting like your pornstar self why don’t you act like yourself.

Angel eyes wide and then he grit his teeth.

Angel: okay now I’m starting to get mad, you thinking I’m acting like a slut is uncalled for, I’m like that all the time and just because I act like this once means fuck all al.

Alastor: I’m not trying to be rude, if you want to act like this and ignore me go right ahead but from what this conversation we had today tells me, it says a lot about how life been to you, you been working at a job you hate, been force to play this role and now always act like all your life is like a play when you should be yourself, the person who was in hell from the start, so please stop..

Alastor didn’t get to finish his sentence as Angel then did something unexpected. He pull a gun on Alastor head, al didn’t look like he care.

Angel: You think you know me, YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT WHAT I BEEN GOING THROUGH, MY LIFE WHEN I WAS ALIVE OR MY LIFE BEFORE I JOIN VAL! YOUR RIGHT I DO ACT LIKE A SLUT SOMETIMES BUT I CANT CHANGE THAT, YOU THINK I CAN WHEN YOU HAVE SOMEONE ALWAYS ASKING YOU TO BE HIS PERFECT BITCH! I HAD TO FUCK AND DO HORRIBLE STUFF JUST SO I DIDNT DIE, THE PERSON YOU SAY I SHOULD BE IS GONE, I CHANGE FOR THE WORST AND YOU GOT NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD BE, IT BEEN SO SO LONG SINCE ANYONE HAS TOLD ME THAT AND THAT MADE THEM WIDE UP DEAD!

Angel eyes were furious and had tears coming down them, his hands shake under how mad he was at Alastor.

Alastor: ....if you shoot me, you know I have to kill you for the sake of everyone here....and I’m sorry....

Angel shakes more, holding the gun to his knees, he got on his knees looking at the gun, Alastor took it and Angel tears up more.

Alastor: I know everything seems hopeless but it’s not and I know whoever in your life that was taking away from you would be still cheering you on.

Angel: ....my mom would not if she saw what I become....I’m just...I.

Alastor looks on and feeling sorry for angel, angel started to cry, a lot more loud which made Charlie hear it since she was working and husk woke up.

Husk: What the...what the hell happen Alastor?!

Charlie: ANGEL!?

Charlie came running and got close to angel was just balling his eyes out, Charlie and husk try calming him, Alastor then left, he not sure how to feel about if he made things worse for angel or help.

Angel: Charlie I...I’m sorry.

Charlie: For what?

Angel: I’m sorry I lied to you and I’m sorry..”hicc” I been awful..

Charlie: You have not been awful....you more better then most down here, it be okay angel.

Husk: (what the hell did Alastor say to this kid!?)

Angel cried more for what felt like hours and then without him even realizing, he blackout.

(Hope you enjoy the story, this is my first time trying to write a more serious story with Hazbin and not have it be all sunshine and rainbows, it more a vent story due to life problems I been having as of late)

[just-honey-dewd]

Okay I, uh, jinxed myself here...

Was not expecting in my wildest dreams for the Angel Dust song ‘Addict’, to come out in animation in such small gap time between the release of his comic, and Alastor’s song. (Anyone who read my commentary on ‘Alastor’s Game’ might recall me contemplating on wanting to cover ‘Addict’ but deciding not to: if you haven’t read it, link’s right here)

Truth be told, I talk a lot in the Hazbin Hotel Discord server, so a lot of what the visuals provided pretty much confirmed my previous speculations about Angel Dust’s character. In here, I’ll be listing my speculations that were confirmed, followed by further implications from the song.  Disclaimers: A lot of what’s in here can be traced back to my commentary on Angel’s Comic, so be ready for words and thoughts that sound similar to what I’ve said before with his comic.

Previous speculations that were confirmed by ‘Addict’

1.  Angel's mantra

The song said enough by the lyrics alone, not to mention the material provided by the pilot and comic. Angel is unquestionably hedonistic and self-pleasuring to a fault -- and hints at having a rather cynical and bleak disposition regarding his life in hell. His mantra can be summed up by the term "YOLO" as outdated as that sounds. Search up the YOLO mentality, it's a thing, trust me.

Angel lives life indulging in his inner demons, and abandoning moral obligations to further feed into his self-indulgent nature. Here's some statements I've made about the song:

Ironically, for someone who's associated with the word 'addicted', he doesn't have a clear addiction to one thing. As we've seen, he smokes, does drugs, has sex, implies to enjoy drinking, but doesn't seem to have an addiction to any of it. He's no an alcoholic like Husk, he didn't react much to the loss of his drugs, and he isn't sex-obsessed -- it's more of the confident, flirty persona he displays rather than an actual desire to hook up with every man he meets -- further proven when he actively tries to pull away from Val's advances.

So it's confirmed that the addiction he craves is the act of self-pleasure and living life to the absolute fullest rather than the acts themselves. 

2.  Angel Dust's relationship with Val being abusive

The comic already foreshadowed this aspect with how forceful and cruel Val was towards Angel in the limo, and in here, the visual extends it by showing him forcing Angel to have sex with him multiple times implicitly. Angel behavior towards Val in this music video seems to contradict the comic -- where he went out of his way to help Val.

But given how quickly Angel's people-pleasing facade broke after being sent out into the streets, it's possible that we have another legitimate reason he was trying to do a deal for Val. Reason being, he's actively seeking for ways to avoid him. He was supposed to stay in the porn studio -- where Val would probably watch him from a distance. So he takes on business affairs without Val as "favors" to justify leaving the studio and avoiding Val's sexual abuse.

This evolves past my previous speculation that he does Val favors for acknowledgement and respect, since it's become apparent that Angel knows he's in an abusive situation and is confirmed to be using the hotel as an escape from Val's presence. Not sure if self-worth plays a major role in why he continues to put up with it all, but I still do believe it plays a role in his decisions.

3.  Angel and Cherri are closer than anticipated

I speculated their friendship to be more than superficial, and the cutaways to Cherri comforting Angel through his pain absolutely confirm it. The music video included her singing the female parts, so it implies she indulges in her addictions as well -- her addictions being less complicated as we’ve already been introduced to her manic love for bombs and destructive chaos. 

They both indulge in each others' bad habits, enabling the other -- which may benefit their emotional well beings, but will further distance their humanity and ability to empathize with other living beings in the long run if they haven't already lost that.

4.  Cherri's reckless anarchism comes from a place of heartache 

In Cherri's verse, we see a male one-eyed demon who -- going solely from the lyrics -- may have been an ex-lover that broke off because Cherri two-timed him. Heading into speculation-turned-headcanon, it might've been because she didn't take the relationship between them as seriously as he seemed to, which led to him leaving her for the drive to money and power, while she lived life hedonistically to escape the misery his departure brought her.

Alternatively, he might be a relative to her -- due to the similar X pupils, and the trait of having one eye -- but the lyrics itself don��t seem to offer up other interpretation besides Cherri being involved in a love of some sort. Potentially both speculations may ring true -- with Cherri and this mysterious guy being incestuous past lovers. Just another theory to add.

This period of her life may have taken place right before her partnership with Angel began, which could explain why we don’t see Angel comforting her back -- since this ache happened in the past, and for all Angel knows, it’s old news to her. Additionally, with old news that the wiki gained:

It confirms that Cherri has played an undeniable role in influencing Angel’s behavior negatively. Why he got influenced by her when he’s technically been in hell longer than her leads me to speculate quite a bit more..... but I’ll get to that later.

Here's the real juicy bit to analyse. The last stanzas.

5.  The aftermath of Angel's extreme highs

Even after loss of euphoria and the effects from all the indulgence wears off, Angel still finds himself addicted to the lowest point of the journey -- the surge of pain that comes from the hangover. Sadly, he doesn't respect Charlie enough to even hide the cigarette he's smoking by that point -- Charlie seems adjusted to his mood swings given how he immediately halts her potential questioning with a vicious look of contempt. Unrelated note, the last two verses of the first stanza suggest he's masochistic outside of his work.

In the second/final stanza, when acknowledging his general dependent nature, he looks down at Fat Nuggets with a look that reflects pained, regretful awareness.

Looking at the mirror, he gets a traumatic flashback to another time when Val raped him reminding him of his helplessness in his situation, which emphasizes the fact that no matter how much you try to detach yourself from reality, you won't escape it permanently.

The phrase "Raising Cain" refers directly to the bible's "Cain and Abel" -- two sons of Adam and Eve, who brought offerings to God, but only Abel's is accepted, which led to Cain killing Abel in anger and being cursed by God. 

What the phrase itself means is causing trouble/creating an uproar. Angel being able to take a phrase referencing real world biblical lore implies he might have had exposure to Christianity in his life -- which I swear was canon lore since I've seen that attribute being a part of his character in a handful of early fanfics...

That very last line literally encompasses the same energy found at the very end of Angel's comic -- Angel essentially expressing the tiniest bit of hope that the hotel will provide him some sort of salvation from the all-together terribleness of his life thus far. Even when he’s joined the hotel more than two weeks at this point -- still suffering the pain of dealing with Val and life itself -- he sees the hotel as a sanctuary, a safe haven... his "Atlantis" if you will.

Final words:

I hope y’all enjoyed this post, I’ve got an extra bonus list of Angel Dust notes coming up later -- it’s way smaller tho (hopefully).

[kingdeku-queentoga]

Charlie came back to the hotel half a hour later while holding a somewhat large wooden box, after a bit of struggling she was able to open the door and walked in while panting a bit, husk saw her with the box and immediately went to her and took the box out of her hands "you okay princess" husk asked, holding the box

"Y-yeah" Charlie smiled while wiping away the sweat on her forehead "thanks a lot husk" she told him

Husk had gave any single grunt at her "where do you want it?" He asked her, wondering what was inside as he heard something like bottles hitting against each other, bit lost interest kinda fast.

"Umm can you put it when no one would find it for the time being but please be careful because there is glass in there" Charlie answered him which he had nodded and walked behind the bar and placed it under the bar.

"There, no one is going to find it" husk told her as he made himself another drink

"Thank you so much husk" Charlie smiled just before the two had went along with their day, doing whatever that had usual did within their own time.

Charlie sat in her office with a deep frown on her face as she pulled out her hellphone and saw the time "just a few more hours..." She mumbled sadly as the other's time in hell was slowly coming to a end, she sighed before standing up with an hard to notice forced smile as she walked out of her office heading downstairs, once there she saw everyone was already there making her plan a little bit easier, she clear her throat a clapped her hand together loudly getting everyone attention "everyone listen up, because everyone has been doing such a good job this year, I'll like to celebrate tonight with a party!" She cheered

"What a wonderful ideal darling" alastor smiled

"A party? Eh I'm down" Angel smiled as he was playing with fat nuggets.

"As long as there something to drink, I could care less" husk grunted

"Are you sure that a good ideal Charlie" vaggie asked her kinda worried.

"Of course it is, everyone been working so hard that it would only be fair to celebrate tonight" Charlie told her.

"Yeah she got a point" Angel dusk smirked at her while she glared at him

"Husk my good sir, pour us a shot of your finest bottle" alastor told husk who had pulled out shot glasses for everyone and grabbed a bottle but was stopped by Charlie

"Husk wait, don't do that" Charlie said making everyone look at her.

"Hey I thought we was having a party, what a party without a little booze" Angel complained

"Husk can you please pull out that box from earlier" Charlie said to husk while she had walked over to the bar, as husk stopped what he was doing and reached under the bar and pulled out the wooden box making everyone look at it

"What in the box darling" alastor asked while Charlie pulled the box closer to her.

"Well since I wanted today to be special, I had gotten us some drinks" Charlie smiled as she popped opened the lid before grabbing and pulling out a bottle making husk eyes widened as he had immediately took the bottle out of her hand in a flash

"Where did you get this!?" Husk yelled as he looked at the bottle, confusing everyone but Charlie

"What got you so shocked, it just a bottle" Angel asked confused.

"I'm too am confused?" Alastor said honestly as he looked at bottle

"Are you two stupid!?" He yelled shocking them "this is the rarest drink in hell, just one of these fuckers cost $3000 dollars if not more!" Husk explained shocking everyone even more.

"Wow $3000 for just a bottle" Angel said surprised

"Charlie how did you even afford this" vaggie asked her not understanding where she got the money from

"Heh don't worry about it" Charlie smiled before she reached into the box and one by one she pulled out 2 more bottle shocking everyone. "Husk since I know how much like drinking, you can have that bottle all to yourself" she said making husk look at her before he looked away, using an hand to holding his face.

"A-are you crying" vaggie asked him as everyone looked at him worried.

"N-no" husk said as he popped open the cork and took a started to drink out of the bottle before his eyes widened, and he started to purr with a grin "fucking hell talk about a drink to die for!" He said happily

"That must be some real good shit if it even make that grumpy fucker happy" Angel said out loud as this was the first time anyone had ever seen husk actually happy before.

"Angel, alastor" Charlie said getting their attention "you two don't mind sharing do you?" She asked since they had a weird relationship

"Eh I don't mind" Angel shrugged "do you mind strawberry pimp" he smirked at alastor

"As long as you don't try anything then no, I don't mind" the radio demon said making Charlie and Angel smile before Charlie give them their bottle while Angel grabbed some glasses for them to drink out of since drinking out the bottle was out of the opinion.

"Charlie where did you the money for this?" Vaggie asked Charlie who was opening their bottle that they was going to share

"Vaggie we can talk about this tomorrow but tonight let celebrate" Charlie said as she went next to Angel dust and alastor, pouring them a shot and gave vaggie her glass who had looked at it before taking it "cheers everyone" Charlie said as everyone raised up their drink before drinking their shot and everyone except for husk eyes widened in shock.

"Oh fuck this is good! It almost better then sex!" Angel gasp with wide eyes

"Wow this is amazing" alastor said as he was shocked as well to the point he didn't know what to do next

"W-wow" Charlie and vaggie said as the four of them immediately knew why husk was so happy about getting one.

"Give me this!" Angel said snapping out of his stake of shock as he took the bottle and started to pour himself another shot, making alastor look at him.

"A-angel don't hog it all" alastor told him as he took the bottle back from him who started to complain, meanwhile Charlie and vaggie was took taking turns chugging some before giving it to the other.

It wasn't long before everyone had a slight buzz going for them while alastor used his powers to make classic music play throughout the hotel, Charlie and vaggie started to dance together.

For everyone time was going by pretty slow but not for Charlie, for Charlie time was rushing pass her because before she knew it, it was 7 minutes until 12 which made her bit her lip "e-everyone!" She called out making them look at her "follow me outside please" Charlie smiled as she was the first to go outside and soon one by one everyone came outside

"What the deal, I was just about to go down on strawberry pimp" Angel lazily grinned

"Lies!" Alastor immediately object to what Angel said

"Why did you call us out here princess" husk asked as he kept drinking.

"Charlie is something wrong" vaggie asked Charlie who still had her back towards them

"Vaggie... Angel... Husk... Alastor... Thank you so much for being with me" Charlie announced as she tried to hold back tears as she turned to look at them with a smile just before a tear ran down her face, making everyone eyes widened "I'll never forget you so please don't forget me" she told them.

"Charlie what are you talking about?" Vaggie as she walked up to Charlie

"We are here to stay darling, so there no need for tears" alastor announced wondering what was wrong

"Yes, I certainly not going anywhere. How drunk are ya?" Angel told her making Charlie shake her head.

"Charlie what going on?" Vaggie asked worried just before the judgement bell had started to ring out throughout all of hell.

Charlie smiled while her heart was breaking with each passing second just before a bright light had came from the sky, casting over the group causing their eyes to widened as they started to look at themselves and saw they was slowly turning back into their human forms

"W-what going on!?" Angel yelled as him, vaggie, husk, and alastor was slowly losing their demon forms and was turning into a human again

"Guys, i-it was enough" Charlie smiled while 4 angels had slowly started to come from the sky

"W-what, no. Charlie I want to say here with you" vaggie told as she could finally see out of her other eye

"Charlie we don't want to go, you can stop them" alastor said sounding actually worried because he couldn't use his powers to hide his emotions anymore, the Angels came down and each one had grabbed onto the former demons as they started to struggle but the angels was too strong to fight back against.

The Angels didn't react as they started to fly back up, taking the humans with them since it was their time

"Charlie!" Alastor yelled as the group had kept trying their hardest to get free while struggling against them "Charlie stop them!" Alastor cried out as he was filled with dread while they looked back at Charlie with wide eyes hoping that she would stop them.

"Guys..." Charlie started as she looked at them with a sad smile, making them stop struggling as they looked at her "y-you are never fully dress without an smile, s-so please smile because t-this is for the best" she begged them as another tear ran down her face just before they reached the clouds, leaving hell.

Charlie watched as vaggie, Angel dust, husk, and alastor was all dragged out of hell just before the judgement bell had stopped ringing, and the yearly time on the bell had restarted.

Charlie had kept looking at the sky as she slowly dragged herself back into the hotel, weakly closing the door behind her as she walked to the couch and drop on it, holding her face. The sound of an small oink cause Charlie to look down and saw fat nuggets walking to her while looking around "h-hey there little guy" she said softly as she reached down to pick up fat nuggets "i-it seem like it just going to be me and you for now on s-since the o-other had left" Charlie spoke but started to cry as her reality came crashing down around her, she had lost the only people who had care for her and had believed in her dream, she was now alone and it was to much to handle

Charlie started to cry her eyes out as she hugged fat nuggets tightly because she was truly alone now, she kept crying until she had cried herself to sleep while fat nuggets licked her face softly

[hannahrose130]

Devilish Daydreams

Everyone Deserves a Classic

Waking up is the first step in everyone’s daily schedule. Leaving a dream can feel haunting to the human mind as it goes throughout the day. They try so desperately to put the puzzle pieces together in order to relive in the forgotten land. Some try so hard to remember they distract themselves from their jobs. Using daydreams to complete the story, see what happens, and to break down the plot twist. 

On the other side of the spectrum, one could find themselves waking up in a sweat. Fear coursing through their veins, the amygdala pulsing with adrenaline as the brain rushes out of the nightmare. A self-induced illusion of terror and horror. As the person sits up in bed, hurrying their gaze around the room, wondering if the threat was real. If the shiver running down their spines were justified. They hurry out of bed, hoping to forget the night terror they just experienced. They calm their heart rate and finish the first step of the day.

Alastor McCarthy’s first step of the day had been tampered with and compromised. When he opened his chocolate eyes every morning at 5:30 am on the dot he didn’t long to return to the land of paradise or fret over imaginary monsters his mind created. Alastor simply woke and got ready, for he can’t understand anymore the difference between a daydream and a nightmare.

Now, each individual’s daily routine is unique. Some like order while others prefer the livelihood of chaos. To live by the moment, not knowing what will happen next. Alastor McCarthy was not overly fond of those types of people. He liked the order, he liked to keep things consistent. 

Step one of Alistair’s daily schedule: Wake up and get ready. This can include - but not limited to - washing his face; brushing his teeth; combing his straight chestnut hair; putting on his work clothes. Step two: Eat a nutritious breakfast. Alastor cooked two eggs sunny side up with a side of bacon and whole-wheat toast. A glass of orange juice. The warmth of Louisiana allowed the glass to fog with condensation.

Step three: Go to work. Mr. McCarthy worked downtown in a semi-tall building, around four or five stories. It was a dirty red brick building with ivy running up the side. It led to small insects finding home within the walls of the studio Alastor worked at. He was granted his own channel a few years back. 

Alastor was a well-respected man in Louisiana. Men laughed at his witty jokes, women swooned at his symmetrical face, and children adored his upbeat taste in music. They danced whenever he played their favorite songs. Drivers listened to him as they sped around the city. And while the fame wasn’t a plus in his eyes, Alastor loved his job. He worked from 6:30 am to 11:00 am, giving him enough free time to do as he pleases for the afternoon. On rare occasions, he gets asked to stay late to plan out the next week’s script. 

Step four: Leave work and relax. Alistair’s idea of relaxation was a thing of mystery. More often than not he liked to be alone, strolling through the town, having short friendly conversations with bystanders. Sometimes Alastor would visit his bartender friend, Henry. The young man way, to his dismay, Alistair’s best friend. The two men were close in age (Alastor being 26 and Henry a strapping 24) and in relation. Step five: Return home and prepare. The radio host preferred to keep his nights open, in case anything were to arise or if he was preoccupied, then he would have enough time to get done what needed to be done. 

He followed this schedule without fail every day (on the weekends he followed it the same besides for the work). And for a while, Alastor McCarthy thought nothing would change that. Little did Alastor know that he was very wrong.

It was a weekend, Saturday, to be precise, and Alastor already had a plan for his week. To understand what Alistair’s plan was one must know Alastor was an addict. A “junkie” - as the term would later form - in need of a fix. While it may have looked like it from the outside, Alastor McCarthy was not a perfect man. He had flaws, major ones. And his excellent plan was to indulge in this bad habit. The bad habit that condemned him to hell. Now the first step of his plan was to go to the bookstore.

It wasn’t a large book store nor was it well known. Alastor came across it on one of his afternoon walks, it wasn’t too far from his own house, a ten-minute walk at most. It had a green-blue wooden sign above the door with snow-white print. There were books displayed in the glass windows and advertisements on the glass. As soon as he laid eyes on the small hole in the wall store, a familiar itch nipped at the back of his mind. An itch he hadn’t scratched in some time - too long of a wait. And he needed to scratch, oh so bad. 

Inhaling the air filled with the smell of the street, Alastor kept his bright smile and ventured inside. As he opened the door, bells chimed indicating a potential new customer had walked inside. He walked further, his dress shoes softly tapping against the short carpet.

Alastor immediately saw her, what he came here for. She was across the store, looking at a magazine. Her lipstick was a shade of red that complimented her eyes. Her fingers flipped through the pages carelessly. She didn’t seem to mind if there was damage. Her short flapper hairstyle was modern, sleek against her head. Clearly from the way she stood, hip stuck to the side, she wasn’t exactly pro-women. The term “flapper” was meant to show a strong side of the female gender. To prove they weren’t little things to abuse and that they were strong. The woman holding the magazine was most likely following the trends. 

For a moment her eyes flickered toward him so he walked behind a bookshelf. He grabbed a random book from the shelf and turned his head down, sneaking glances at the women who moved onto another magazine. 

He was observing her when a light tap was felt on his left shoulder. Alastor tensed, he did not like to be touched. Whipping his head around, he snapped the book closed and faced the person who was desperate enough for his attention to invade his personal space. Why didn’t people get the concept of personal bubbles?

Alistair’s eyes peered through his small oval glasses at a figure smaller than his own. A woman. She wore no makeup but was wearing a plain dress with little accents. She had an apron on with the name of the store hand-stitched onto the left breast of the cloth.

“Hi, can I help you, sir?” What Alastor noticed was how angelic her voice was. He shook his head no, perhaps she could satisfy his scratch. The worker nodded and was about to move away when she noticed the book in his grasp. “You’re reading The Great Gatsby? It’s my favorite. What’s your favorite part?”

Alastor smiled stiffly and looked back at Magazine Woman, who was still happily reading and looked back to the woman in front of him. “I enjoyed the ending quite a bit.”

Miss Worker’s listening smile shifted into an unfamiliar, slightly opened smile. She nodded, her hair bounced with her movement, “Ah, yes. I just loved how the robbery didn’t uproot Nick’s life so much.”

Alastor nodded in agreement when he saw the smug look on the woman’s face. Ah shit, he had been caught in a lie. The chestnut-haired man laughed into his chest. “That’s not how this story ends, I presume?”

The worker shook her head, an ever-growing smile on her face. “Not in this book. If you were looking for a book with that ending, I recommend the back shelf at the top.” Alastor changed his smile from a forced one into something genuine. This little darling was very interesting. “I’m Y/n. I’m the manager, can I help you find something you are actually looking for?”

“Well, darling, I’m not quite sure what I am looking for if I’m being honest. I just wandered in here, in hopes of finding something worth my time. Perhaps a cookbook? Or shall I stay here and pretend to read this?” he held up the thin book. 

Y/n fake gasped and snatched the book from his hand, “How dare you say such horrid things. This will be a classic.” He informed her it was published only last year. “I am well aware of that, sir,” she opened the book and flipped through the pages. He watched as her fingers danced across the flutter of the paper. He could tell she was entranced by this object. “People generations from now will read this book and fall in love with the story.” She looked at him teasingly, “So don’t expect me to condone someone insulting this masterpiece in my bookstore.”

He chuckled, “My dear, my name is Alastor.”

“I’m aware of your name Mr. McCarthy. I listen to you on the radio from time to time. So I know who you are, Mr. Radioman.” Alastor chuckled at the nickname. Y/n turned to go back to where ever she planned to go. “And Mr. McCarthy?” He perked up at his name. “The cookbooks are behind you.”

Turning around, Alastor saw the books on the lowest shelves. 

Time had passed, no more than fifteen minutes, when Alastor felt as though he were lingering too long. He found it hard to not stare at the woman who teased him as she went about her business, helping other people as they needed it. Finally, it was time to check out. 

With two cookbooks in hand, Alastor walked to the front counter, his smile never leaving his face. He set the books down and dug into his pocket for his wallet. Y/n picked up the books, placing them into a paper bag with twine handles. She offered her smile as he handed over the amount owed. 

“Did you find everything okay?” Y/n asked as she put the money away. 

The radio host nodded, “I’m not sure I found what I intended to, nor what I sought out in the first place, but I’m pleased with my purchase nonetheless.”

“Well, I’m glad,” she handed him the bag with a smile. Their fingers grazed each other’s and for once, Alastor didn’t mind the light contact. “I hope to see you again soon, Mr. Radioman.”

“Likewise, Ms. Y/n,” Alastor bowed his head as he opened the door, the bells chiming as he left. 

As he walked down the street, humming a happy tune, Alastor noticed something odd about his purchase. There was a third book. And not just any book, it was The Great Gatsby. Confusion made its way into his eyebrows as they furrowed slightly. He parked on the side of the sidewalk, as so to not bump into other people, and reached to grab the book. Sticking out of the book was a note. 

Everyone deserves a classic.

He silently chuckled at her neat cursive. He flipped open the book when he saw writing on the first page after the cover. It was originally blank but was used to take another note. The same pretty cursive that was on the small loose piece of paper. 

Alastor,

I hope you find what you are looking for. In the meantime, I feel you would enjoy this story’s ending better than the last.

She signed at the bottom. His finger ghosted over the writing, not wanting to cause any smears from the blue ink. Alastor smiled, this time his eyes held more than just a facade. He put the book back and carried on. 

Alastor thought about it for a moment. Maybe he did find something. Not what he was looking for at the beginning, oh no. Something much different. The reason he could tell? The mental itch nipping at the back of his mind was gone. 

[cyberneticfire]

Devoid of Music

(Credit to Void!Al goes to @rileesrambles)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Alastor

            Even after death there was always something happening.

There were always sounds, sights, touches, tastes, smells melding together in a range from calm to outright cacophonous. The sound of heels clicking through an empty hall, of a radio crackling to life and weaving its tune into a room. The fiery reds and oranges that made up the backdrop of Hell. The heat that clung to skin and settled somewhere deep in one’s bones, the feel of grabbing, spinning, dancing with another. The bitter bite of a coffee made with someone in mind, the coppery tang of blood fresh from a hunt. The smoky air thick with gunpowder and drugs and every unsavory thing a sinner could ever wish for.

And there was none of that here.

Alastor never imagined he would miss any of it. The places. The sound of their voices. The simple companionship. Why, the very thought of him, the Radio Demon, being so sentimental was ludicrous! No no no, he would have been fine being “double dead”, as Angel so elegantly put it, if it were not for the sheer nothingness around him. The inky blackness of the void left much to be desired, and he was a beacon of red in comparison. The dullness alone might drive him mad.

So, in the beginning, he wandered. He walked until his legs ached and his lungs burned, and then walked further than that because the pain was something different to think about, but that proved to be a fruitless endeavor after a few minutes. Or had it been hours? Days? Time was a rather… fickle thing here. Nevertheless, he needed something else to occupy himself, lest his mind be allowed to drift. A light chuckle escaped at the thought that his eternal torment would be boredom, because truly, that was clever on the higher power’s part. It would seem his second chance had been “life” in Hell and his punishment for dying again was this.

How laughably ironic.

“Oh, how I wish there were another to hear this riveting internal monologue!” Alastor cried, arms thrown out wide. Silence greeted him, and he snapped his fingers with a huff, summoning his microphone from which a laugh track sprung to life. He slid easily into his Radio Host persona. “That’s more like it! Now, how about some music, my dearest listeners? There’s nothing quite like jazz to liven up a room!” Waving his microphone with a flourish, he waited expectantly for the sweet sound of music to fill the dead air. A static screech cut through the silence and his ears twitched back at the feedback, his smile tightening at the corners. That was… to be expected, he supposed.

“That’s enough of that,” he chirped, without a loss of enthusiasm, switching between channels until he could determine with certainty that there was no way to get a signal. At that he simply turned down the horrid shrieking until the static was a dull hum in the background. It was better than the silence.

“Oh, how I abhor the quiet…” The void swallowed the words entirely, leaving no echo to bounce back. He could scream if he wanted and the abyss would take his voice and leave him with nothing. “Well, it’s a good thing I have not stooped so low as to divulge my frustrations to the emptiness, haha!”

Really, the whole situation was hilarious. He, who originally worked with the idea of redemption to watch others fail, would end up failing himself! He was stuck in this damnation for defending a cause he never should have believed in, while fighting for people he never should have cared about! If Lucifer could see him now, Alastor was sure the king of Hell would be laughing.

He hummed to break the ever-present silence. He didn’t have anything better to do, so why not practice the performances he would never be able to dazzle the clientele with? Alastor took all but a moment to burst into song, swinging himself through the black as though he had a proper audience to please. He was able to go on like that for quite some time, though after the 12th rendition of “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile”, among other classy titles, he found that his trembling body and raw throat left his performances lacking.

“Well,” he sighed, shedding his overcoat and exposing a twitchy black and red tail, “Maybe I shouldn’t have tired myself quite so abruptly!” Dropping into a sitting position, he twisted the metaphorical radio dials within him, letting the static from his microphone warble louder and quieter. “I do have the whole eternity to myself after all!” If the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer at that, he was glad no one else was there to see it. Solitude did have a few perks.

A growl startled Alastor out of his musings. The deer demon’s gaze travelled slowly to his stomach, his eyes as wide as saucers. At least there was one problem he could solve.

“I know a quick meal will perk me right up!” He punctuated the words with a wider smile and a snap of his fingers. He glanced about expectantly, eyes narrowing marginally when… nothing happened.

“How… peculiar.” He snapped again to the same results, the usual warmth of his magic absent from his chest. With a quick shake of his head he dispelled the alarm tickling at the back of his mind and settled himself more comfortably on the ground. “No matter! My powers will return after a short rest, I’m sure.”

Gradually, Alastor’s muscles relaxed along with his smile. If he ignored the fact that he couldn’t summon any of his shadow minions – not that they would be very discernible from the shadows all around him – he could almost forget that something was wrong. Because at the moment, trying to do more than summon his microphone was like pulling from a well of power that wasn’t there. There was a gaping hole inside of him.

Well… he would never admit it if he were incomplete either way. Admitting would be a weakness. And he was not weak.

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            Alastor realized quickly enough that it was impossible to tell time here. After Lucifer knows how long, his body finally started to display signs of exhaustion, his eyes gaining dark circles, and his feet feeling more like lead with every step; regrettably, even demons needed to sleep. Though the longer he went without light or anything else to keep track of a cycle of some sort, the more he found himself leaning away from the idea. Even though his thoughts were getting increasingly jumbled, he stubbornly refused to succumb to unconsciousness. Thanks to recent events, he doubted his dreams would be very pleasant if he did.

          …But a short rest couldn’t hurt. Yes, he needed to be able to think, and he couldn’t think if he walked himself to his double – triple? - death. Alastor’s smile twitched as he lowered himself to the ground to sit, his coat immediately folded and placed neatly beside him.

          “It could have been days or weeks, and I wouldn’t know the difference,” he sighed, rolling up his sleeves, frustrated when not even a breeze could be stirred up in this abyss. The lack of stimuli was really beginning to get to him. His entire body itched with pent up energy. There was no one he could touch, could coax into a dance, no furry companion for him to drag into a side hug; there was only him and his microphone. Irritation turned to indifference, making his ears perk up and his tail flick idly back and forth. It was still just him, and no amount of pointing it out would change that fact.

          Claws trailed lightly across his arms in a soothing, repetitive motion until he noted – not without a hint of disgust – that he was quite nearly hugging himself. His hands dropped into his lap because the Radio Demon didn’t need comfort.

          “No, perish the thought!” He sprung to his feet, ignoring the spots that danced across his vision. “I would never need something as mundane as comfort, ha!” Distractedly, he snatched his overcoat from the floor, clutching the fabric tightly to his chest. “Nonono, I simply need to make my own entertainment…” Legs still trembling, he staggered his way in a random direction, blinking slowly to clear the splotches of black out of his sight. Tremors ran through his claws that burrowed deeper into the red fabric at a more insistent snarl from his stomach.

          Smile tensing, eyes widening, Alastor ignored the ever-growing pit in his gut.

          “I’ll be fine,” teeth dug into his lower lip. “I can surely keep myself occupied! And when my powers return, I’ll make myself a most wonderful Jambalaya!” Oh, the things he’d do for some Jambalaya…or gumbo…or any meal currently. He was practically drooling over the thought of tearing into some venison. With a shake of his head the thought was dispelled.

          He would be fine. He would find a way to eat. He wouldn’t let this abysmal darkness consume him. And he absolutely would not fall asleep.

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          Always being right, Alastor supposed, had its downsides. For instance, he knew if he let the darkness of sleep claim him that it wouldn’t be restful in the slightest.

          When the deer demon jerked awake, terror in his eyes and a scream lodged in his throat, he cursed himself for being right. Sweat glistened on his forehead, plastering clothes to his skin, and he shuddered in revulsion, uncurling from his position on the ground.

          Opening his eyes to the same blackness he’d sadly grown familiar with didn’t help at all. And yet, that didn’t matter, he reasoned quickly, struggling to regain control over himself, over his breathing, over his shaking, rebellious body. He was better than this.

Alastor sat up straighter. Even while he couldn’t get the crack of a gunshot, the feeling of choking on his own blood out of his head, he forced his smile wider. Letting everything out in one deep breath, his mind finally obeyed the command to be quiet.

Shoving himself to his feet, he briefly remembered to grab his coat before he could lose one of the few things he had left. It wouldn’t do to leave anything behind! However, even standing proved to be bothersome as his legs buckled under his meager weight, and he could only let out a sharp laugh in response.

”Ha, I haven’t been this unsteady since that sickness in 1912!” The words weren’t punctuated with the usual laugh track, and he decided it wasn’t worth the effort to summon his microphone. The humor was lost regardless when his thoughts drifted to the accompanying hand that would rest on his forehead, the fingers that carded gently through his hair. Her sweet voice humming a comforting tune all the while he’d been coughing his lungs out and staring back with a feverish gaze. His mother had been a doll and deserved what she got in going to heaven. Alastor brushed a finger absentmindedly against the wetness trailing down his cheek and tried not to think too hard about what it entailed.

“Now now, none of that,” he chided himself, continuing his endless march after determining that his smile was still stubbornly in place. “I haven’t gotten choked up over my dear mother in decades; why would I start now?”

A sudden stabbing pain in his gut doubled him over in reply. Of course! Hunger always did make him more receptive to emotions, he recalled, straightening himself up once more. A hand settled over his stomach in an effort to quiet the incessant growling.

Alastor was no fool. He knew the gaping hole where his powers should be was there as a result of him being killed by-

No. The deer demon’s eyes narrowed marginally, as he paused mid-stride because he’d rather not think of his proclaimed killer and the power he’d stolen, thank you very much.

Regardless of the reason for his abilities being rendered null and void, he knew that meant he wouldn’t be summoning more than his microphone – a deeply fixed extension of himself. That meant no props, no books, no music, no entertainment.

No food.

Smile widening and fingers curling into his aching stomach Alastor decided that his punishment was a fitting one. Eternal starvation! He’d been stuck with it in Hell and he’d be stuck with it in here! And yet there he could simply whip up a meal or cannibalize some hapless demon if he were feeling desperate. Here, on the other hand… he couldn’t summon so much as a paperclip.

A low chuckle escaped him. This really was the worst punishment. If he would have been thinking of himself, and only himself, like he’d done for the past 80 years, then maybe he’d be dining on a steak of rare venison with liquor on the side for his troubles instead of wasting away in his own personal pocket of the void.

“No,” he sighed, letting his eyes droop into a half-lidded state, “I was aware of the repercussions of my actions as soon as I committed to them. I dare say that I was right in my assessment of all loathsome sinners…” He smoothed his coat over his arm, resuming his unsteady gait into the darkness and summoning his microphone to lean on. “There really is no redemption for us.” His smile softened in the slightest. “I wonder how heartbroken Charlie will be. After all, her little project is still based on the willingness of others like me to get better, and well,” he let out a bitter laugh, “I’m here, aren’t I?” Yes, Alastor would be just fine. He could handle himself.

Even as his smile lost its toothy enthusiasm and slipped into something smaller, something more genuine and reminiscent of a different time, he wouldn’t admit to himself that he felt at least an ounce of sadness for their dearest Charlotte Magne.

“The poor doll…” his lidded eyes trailed lower, fixating on the never-ending blackness at his feet. “She should have known better than to care about someone like me.” And if he had grown to care about her and her friends as well… then maybe he was a fool right up until the end.

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

I love Hazbin Hotel and an idea bothers me all day, also i will use an oc that belongs to me,this is not romance, so don't even think about it even for a second, i love platonic bonds/family vibes etc! Alastor can't love but i love to think that he would protect you if he cares enough about you! ERROR 404: not found, i know that is not possible but i don't care and also 100% true fact: when i saw him in the pilot for the first time i was -> I see no evil there even when we get a little backstory i was -> Are you sure about that, are you sure he is evil? Because i can't look at him and see the evil part! Still i see no evil ! Enjoy! *evil laugh*

Update 1: In my defense, i want to say that it's practically screaming at me this idea to write it, it's like: do it coward, write me just do it! I'm so weak and guilty can't talk my way out of it, can I?

Update 2: Before i go into the story (fanfic) i want to say a little bit more: 1. this is not conon, it's a fanfiction don't take it too serious! 2.Some of the information comes from the Wikipedia and that being said i will use censor and i won't go into details for some characters! My advice is to use your imagination if you read it!

For this FanFiction we will have:

Mother figure: Charlie

Aunt figure: Veggie

Cousin figure: Angel Dust

Uncle figure:Husk

Little sister figure: Niffty

And of course big brother figure: Alastor also knew by her as a protector angel type...You would say wait what? He is no angel! If you will read this fanfiction you will understand why i say that, but again this is not connon, is a harmless little fanfiction nothing more and nothing less!

So, if someome already has a problem then i suggest not to read this!

3. Warning: This may contains anxiety, some gore, blood, delicate subjects and all the feels i am feeling at the moment when i write the parts so...if you think that is a little bit too much or shady/grey/waste of time it is because of how i feel! *sigh*

Update 3: In very excited to write this fanfiction and all smiling, i have so much fun, hope i can end this right and thank you for reading it, it's a harmless little FANfiction don't take it too extreme!

Disclaimer: I DON'T own Hazbin Hotel or any characters that belongs to Hazbin Hotel! They belong to vivziepop!

The Red "angel" is watching over you!

Cap 1. The first meeting

(About nearly 12-13 years in the past from the present)

It was just an old house...old as the long cracks in the walls in which the grass grows, a stone alley, who knows what secrets holds...

It was a late warm summer, when they first met, a 13 years old was waiting for her father to come home after 9 months of being away, her attention was caugh by a butterfly that was on the ground. It didn't fly away as she was approaching to him, it was too caught searching for something, it was still a hot day after all!

A tall figure dress all in red was passing by at that moment, he had a large smile on his face, another deal made, another poor victim in his hands, oh the fresh sweet blood. You see, it was not his fault that some greedy poor old bastard contact him, give the poor sucker what he want and then take what it's rightful yours, in that case another soul, that is how things work when you make a deal with the...His ears twitch as child giggle, among the decayed brown wood planks, he could see the little girl sitting on her knees trying to give water to a butterfly, it was hilarious how some people still didn't know that such things only lived for a day! Yet, for some unknown reason he couldn't move, the butterfly finally took off, surrounding her 3 times as a thank you it flies away!

"Your welcome! And if you know any butterflies that needs water please tell them to come here, i want to help them too!"

As he wanted to move his foot meet a broken twig, the cracking noise caught the girl attention, she could feel she wasn't alone, the stranger was now looking at her as she was looking into his red eyes, curiosity made it's presence!

"Hello! Would you like a glass of water, mister?"

"..."

"I never seen such a deep red color eyes, mister, it's so unreal!"

"..."

(Back in the present-that would be 4-5 months after the pilot)

Another day in Hell, nothing new, the same old boring smell of evil and despair, another souls of sinners, the same usually day at the Hazbin Hotel! Unlike the first time he arrive there things where going good, slowly but good, baby steps as the blonde once said, it was hard for the "wonderful" occupants to strictly follow the same rehabilitation routine that's why they have sketches of activities, 120 souls to take care of every 24/7, someone really needs a break!

"Good evening wonderful employers of this wonderful hotel! I must say, i just found out i have a new relation with this word wonderful since i'm here, this is the new next thing in the social civilization i didn't know i had in me!"

"Good for you Alastor! Now can we discuse the real problem here? When can i get my day off? I really have an emergency i want to take care off! See, i'm a good boy, now I do not disappear so suddenly, i'm making serious progress right here people and i also didn't use that special word for almost a week if i may add!"

"Friends let's calm down and take a deep breath!"

"That is a wonderful idea, Charlie, now if you all excuse me i have to excuse myself i can't stay much longer to listen to this wonderful speechless discussion!"

" You barely stay for what like 2 minute and now you leave? WHAT in the boulevard of the sins do you think you are going?!"

"Rude! Never ask a man where he goes, my dear!"

As soon as he left the hotel an unusual scent of vanilla, oranges and caramel meet his nose, almost making Alastor to turn around except there was something that for some unknown reason he couldn't ignore it for too long. The scent lead him to a not so friendly part of the town, usually it was quiet but only fools would take the bite and Alastor was not a such thing, it was probably worth for a challenge but the big catch was always hidden in the dark, so he didn't pay too much attention to the details, for him it was like a boring long walk anyway. Two musculars demons were caring after them a dirty old medium size potato sack with a strange shape that was moving emaning the sweet scent, as if that didn't caught Alastor attention enough, ten eggs come from behind the larger demons so their boring foe snake was again planning something unholy that wasn't new under the sky...

" Good evening! I couldn't help but notice what a little patato sack you have there for two bugbear,my suggest for you is to leave it and run if you value your pathetic lifes! Alastor could always get under his enemies skin if he wanted to, smiling and throwing insults to demons just to crack them up, those weaklings fools are a good start for him to warm up, the overlords how ever were another story not that he cared too much at that moment.For a second he looked confused then his smile appeared, what kind of twisted fate was this, he never could forget a face that easily and of course she had to be here, doesn't it?

"You are the child with the butterfly!" The voice was stady, barely the radio vibe could be heard, the red eyes searching her with interest, at first sigh Fabia didn't appear to be harmed more like confused...Fabia on the other hand, was very happy, she didn't see him for such a long time, what a happy reunion minus the kidnapping part, she couldn't explain why she was attracted by this misterious person, maybe because she always wanted a supernatural adventure of her own, that was kinda weak reason...

"As you can see I'm not a child anymore, i have grown, 13+ years more than the last time we meet!"

" I see, well my darling we should move and go to somewhere more safety but first you need better clothes; which colors are your favorite?"

"Orane, dark green and red maybe?"

"This should do it for now and one last thing from now on your name will be Fabia! Do not say your real name to any of them, trust me it's for your own protection!"

The place wasn't something like from the old movies she saw last month, the kind of black and white with girls possesses by demons who were defeated by crosses, holy water and salt, it was real and it smelled awful, needs a fresh air or at least they should take baths she thought, did she really had any reason to be afraid, the answer was yes-no?

"This is Hell and it's real, i'm not dreaming or something? This isn't one of my nightmares?"

"How did you end up here? What is the last thing you can remember?"

Was Alastor just implied that she was dead, she tought, excuse her, Fabia couldn't be like real dead, Alastor has a very dark humor in him, just a dark humor, some sweat begin to form on her forehead but what if it was true, didn't felt like a dead person!

"I was coming back from the shop-store when i assume that they were the ones who put a bag over me because this place is the next thing i see!"

"That wasn't very helpful, do you feel a sharp pain probably caused from a bullet or anything like that?"

"No, why would I? Oh no, do you think some lunatic tried to kill people in the middle of the day?"

"How should I know, dear, i wasn't there?! Since you are here, i suggest we keep moving, this hotel we are going to will be your new house, so you better start enjoying the new after-life...You will love it and the hotel staff, yes, i have a good feeling about that!"

Fabia took the news quite well, new faces, a new place to stay, new job haven't she be here before, the real question was would it better then her previously miserable life? Anyway what was great to be by yourself in a new town, without your family in an old and smelly apartment with an over-time job just to earn some money to barely survive, was there something good in her life? Probably the butterflies, how she miss those innocent days as a kid chasing and playing with them in the garden at her grandparents house, when did the nostalgia hit her as a train again for like 9999999 times already?

The first impression Fabia had when she arrived at the hotel was kinda grey, wasn't sure if the builing was even safe for someone to live in it, maybe because of the sounds that the wooden floor was making, it was nice and very warm but it should have been more colorful, that color was too screaming for her, at least it smelled fresh and clean not the outside dead scent, it also has some interesting decoration, it was clear that whoever decide to put them on the walls had a good sharp eyes.

"Fabia, allow me to introduce you to one of the greatest innovative hotels here in Hell, Hazbin Hotel and here we have the busy dedicated workers in the hotel: the none-others then Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, Veggie and of course, the unique royal princess herself: Charlie!

"Nice to meet you all, it's great to see you and thank you for allowing me to stay here, i appreciate and i would love to help you with the hotel tasks."

"That is great, we are just about to take the dinner so take a seat! We didn't expected more people at this moment, so tell us about yourself what sins do you commit and how long have you been here?! How did you and Alastor know each other?"

There sure were a lots of questions here, becoming a quick interogation, Fabia already felt she would have a identity crisis as if being dead wasn't bad enough, poor her, trying so hard to digest the situation and be the most relaxed a person could be, all the discomfort Fabia felt at that moment, lucky for her Alastor decide to take all the possible asks it could take place, after all why all the fun must end so abruptly, she could tell he has his fun and the bad jokes as well?!

"She is new, had a recent death, i know Fabia accidently, i went for a walk, here we are, had to cancel my previously plans and i couldn't let a woman in her time of needs, i'm not a beast as someone here will say about me!"

"Thank you and as for sins when i was 10 I ate the whole box of chocolate candies and then put stones in the original packaging so noone could figure it out what i did, once i stole a lollipop from the store, i once told a lady how bad her new hairstyle is, she looked like a crazy duck with that hair, on my 14 birthday i drank my first two alcoholic beers that was one time and some things i regret i said and all the oyher times i was nervous because you know how is at work, the boss should just shut up! I guest i have a little bit of every sin in me, couldn't helped myself!"

There was a long silence before everybody in the room returned to their plates and start to eat, at least for a while it will be quiet and peace and Fabia loved that, she wasn't the kinda person who would talk more like the quiet type, hasn't she been all her life? Now the more she thought about it the more she realised that maybe this was the place for her, here in Hell, she wish she could laugh like a madman at the irony but then again Fabia wasn't alone, maybe later!

"You aren't eating anything?"

"No, it's not like i'm not hungry or that i don't appreciate all the effort but i'm vegetarian and meat is not my kinda thing, is it alright if i can have just salad?"

"Oh sure, no problem, good to know, more reason to cook more dishes, that is wonderful!" Charlie voice was sweet and cheerful as always, it was good to know that her new life didn't affect the others, didn't want to make them feel bad, Fabia already felt like she belong there as a new family member! The food was looking good however as soon as Fabia took a bite it feelt like she was eating dirt with pieces of papers and had a very hard time to actually want to just eat!

"Are you alright?" Charlie asked her looking worried for her new companion while the others just stare except Alastor making Fabia feel uncomfortable...

"Yeah, just the salad is wither and has this taste of mold!"

"Maybe you are just tired, room 194J should be alright, it's more private and for a lonely girl it's perfect, nobody will bother you!"

"Thank you Veggie, that is nice, i would love to lay down a bit, now if you all excuse me, i wish to go to my room, have a wonderful evening!"

After she excuse herself, Fabia found her new room quickly, it was very tired being dead the whole situation and the clothes, why Alastor insisted to put so many clothes on her anyway? Was she that ugly?

"I hope you excuse me dear, i haven't knock on your door!"

"Ah, Alastor! Do not do that again, you can't go into a lady room like that, where is the privacy?"

"It isn't what a gentleman like me would usually do, i just want to tell you not to change, we will be going out as a celebration of your death day!"

"You have a celebration day?"

"Not really! But is one of those rare occasions you can find here in Hell, so, you better start to enjoy little things, tomorrow it will be chaos again!"

"Why do you use the word dear so much?"

"I use it as an insult or to piss of somebody that would be Veggie, to make someone fluster or not a really particular reason i would say!"

"Veggie and Charlie would you like to come with us for the celebration day?"

"No, tomorrow my parents will come in visit i will have to do a lot of stuff in the early morning, sorry!"

"I have to help Charlie and support her, sorry Fabia! Have fun!"

"This is not fair, i want to swear but no swearing in the hotel, afterlife is so bor-iiiiii-nnngg!"

"Angel Dust if you want to swear why not use the shortcuts? For example: D.S, A.H, M.F, U.W etc...nobody will actually notice you insult them, because they don't know what you are really refering to and the best part you can easily escape, if they ask what D.S means you can say something like Deep Strawberry is a flavour for milkshake!"

"That is a great idea, why didn't it hit me before? Damn, my fluffy chest looks horrible and i need my beauty sleep! I heard you and the answer is no, how do you think beauty is made of? Have fun!"

After two more fail attempts, Nifty didn't want to go and run into a bunch of bad breaths, dirty places and many others she couldn't exactly find the right word to describe it and Husk having a hard time being on his own two feets if there was something he loved was the drinks on the hotel, he didn't have time for sobber situations, Alastor and Fabia was already at the hotel door ready to see the new show of the night, each of them having different thoughts.

Nothing was better then clowns with low taste of humor and some old circus music, on the streets there where many interesting forms of demons: small, large, tall even with ten eyes, so many come and go, occasionally put small smiles on her face and have fun only to return to her original state.

"Having alcohol on empty stomach is not the wiser decision!"

"Then how about a caramelized apple? Would you love that? Try not to look suspicious after all this is not a place for a saint, Fabia, you might get into lot of trouble!

"Who is this diamond behind your back? She is so cute, i would love to crack her open!"

"Ahahaha, she is off limit, don't even think touch her even with one finger!"

"Touché aren't we monsieur? *Vous pouvez dire que vous avez trouvé le contraire, non? **Un cœur doux et attentionné, oui?

The strange lady whisper something in Alastor ears, made Fabia feel very uncomfortable for many reasons and Alastor just keep his smiling face the whole time, he had no problem and it look like he was enjoying the show. After the woman finish it was his turn to say something, Fabia couldn't hear any words of their silent conversation and then she just go leaving her and Alastor alone.

"Come on Fabia, we don't want to miss the fireworks show, it should begin in a few minutes!"

"Fireworks? I should go back to the hotel..."

"Why? Did something happen? Hm, are you afraid of fireworks?"

"When i was 6 on the New Year time a firework rachet couldn't fly to the sky and it explode near me, i was alright but the sound and the colorful powerful fire that it made scared me so badly...I never recovered from that trauma, i know i have a problem since then but i'm still hoping that it will pass!"

"Seem like you have all the reasons not to be here, come on, i know the perfect spot we can admire the fireworks and the sound won't make you feel stressed! Do you trust me?"

"Thank you, it's wonderful, takes your breath!"

"Glad i could help you, it would have been a shame if we couldn't stay at the final!"

"How was it for your first day of the rest of your afterlife? Did you have fun?"

"It was alright, i did have fun! Can I ask you something?"

" It depends on what you want to know!"

"Would you...um...like and want to tell me about your life? I would love to know more about you, i'm a curious little bean!"

"My...my...you sure are a curious...little bean! Maybe! This will be a story for another time!It's late, good night Fabia!"

"Good night, Alastor!"

*You can say you found the opposite, right?

**A sweet and caring heart, yes?

Till next time!

Note: I know that the action and dialogs are a bit in a rush but i tried to make it a little more realistic, when you are new in Hell you don't actually have time to stay in a place and have a long nice talk with your "friend"! It's hard to have any secrets with the person you trust the most and Fabia has no problem being around Alastor, she is a bit naive and to be honest here you can't make a deal having a fake name so Alastor can't make any deals, and he doesn't know or want to know Fabia real name, so no souls to eat in this fanfiction!