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hehkshew · 5 days ago

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Too Tipsy To Top (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1800 Words]

Just a wholesome little word dump of fluff where A/ngel and A/lastor getting back after a heavy night of drinking. A/ngel's struggling to take off his makeup and A/lastor does his begrudging duty to help take it off, but things get a little messy.

The night had certainly been eventful. Hours after hours of constant drinking, far too many tumbles and just enough confrontations for the two to finally call it in for a night.

Angel stumbling as Alastor helpfully pushed open the door to their room, his Darling spider giggling like a maniac. Each step unsteady as a toddlers as Alastor followed closely behind. It has certainly been tiring, and had no better plans in mind than to head to bed.

But first, he had to deal with this whole situation. Shrugging his shoulders as he started to slip off his coat, sloppily draping it over the back of Angels overly-dramatic pink chair. Angel not even taking off his boots as he flopped onto their bed.

Alastor rolling his eyes as he yanked Angel’s leg, using one hand as he pulled one of the boots off, Angel using what little coordination he had to kick the other one off. The unfortunate result of far too many drinks with far too little time to breathe in between.

Angels makeup now utterly smudged from tears, laughter and sweat and definitely the unhelpfulness of rubbing at his face all night. What was once almost perfect a mere few hours ago, now ruined beyond unfixability.

No amount of setting powders would’ve been enough to preserve it. But now, it was time for bed, so his makeup didn’t need fixing. What it needed, was removal.

As Alastor watched Angel fumble for his phone three times and eventually end up dropping it, Alastor realised that he would in-fact, likely be the one to initiate in its removal.

Sighing as he loomed over his darling husband, glancing down at him exasperatedly. Both hands on his hip in mock judgment, “My Dear,” He began, not failing to hide the amusement in his tone. A slight grin as he tilted his head down. “You’ve truly outdone yourself this time.”

Angel only snickered at that, rolling onto his back so he could gazedly stare at Alastor, “Cmonnnn, Babe! Stop being such a… Such a buzzkill.” He huffed, as if he’d been being bugged all night. (He hadn’t.)

“You need to learn to uh… Y’know, live a little! Or uh…” Humming in thought as he tried to think of the Hell equivalent. “Or maybe die a little…?” Amusedly rolling on the bed once again, nearly falling off as Alastor leaned forward to gently push him back.

“Outstanding.” Angel pretending to ignore the teasing glare he was receiving.

Angel sniffled, rubbing at his face again, something he’d been doing all night. “Aww, c’mon, don’t be mad at me Bambi… You’re just envious because I’m prettier than you when I’m all hammered.”

Alastor huffed again, reaching over to Angel’s vanity table as he grabbed one of his wet-wipes, “I’m not envious of you, and sure as Hell not of the bottle of champagne you demolished, but I certainly do pity it.”

Angel grinned sleepily, his expression changing as he faltered with a sniffle, blinking blankly as his nose scrunched, mouth opening as he sniffled.

“Angel–”

“Hh’Hihkshew! Hihhkpkshew!”

Sneezing twice as he directed it at his chest, a wet sniffle after with a muffled groan.

“Goodness, bless you.” Alastor muttered, leaning back a smidge from the spray zone as he adjusted his position seated on the bed, leaning closer as he started to run the wet-wipe under Angel’s eyes, starting on the running mascara. “If you’re going to be doing that please at least cover your mouth.”

Angel gave a light snicker, sniffling again as he tilted his head back so that Alastor could wipe at his face better. His face covered with a drunken flush, red spreading across his cheeks. “Cmon, you don’t gotta be such a germaphobe. Ain’t nothing I’ve ever got you ain’t caught before.”

“Yes, yes. I’m aware, sickness and in health. But you aren’t sick, just temporarily… Intoxicated. Anywho, that’s hardly besides the point. It’s the principal of the matter.”

“Principal of the what now?” Angel mumbled, sniffling again as he leaned back fully, flopping back into the pillows. Alastor giving a huff as he grabbed Angels collar to pull him back up again.

“Quit leaning back, I’m trying to help you. At least let me take your makeup off before you pass out.”

Angel snorted, half-assedly leaning into Alastor as he sat up, head dropping down as he got it tilted up again, muttering into his chest. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Truely.” Sarcasm dripping.

Angel silent once again as he sniffled, blinking dazedly. “Hhhh..”

“Angel.” Alastor warned again, wiping at Angel’s face.

“Shhh.” He whispered, raising a finger as he pressed it against Alastor’s lips, “Shhh, I’m fine.” He mumbled, licking his lips as he leaned back,pressing his palm up against his nose as he sniffled. “hih’ksSHhh!”

This time giving no time to react as he jerked his head forward, successfully spraying Alastors hand.

“Ah-!” Alastor pulled back again, unsprayed hand against Angel’s chest to keep him upright, “Darling, cover your mouth.” He warned.

“Whoops… Sorry babe.” He snickered, hiccuping mid laugh as his eyes blinked watery. “Y’know… You’re so- Cute when you’re mad.”

Alastor gritted his teeth as he kept up the time, “You really do intend to just keep on testing my patience tonight, don’t you?” Running his thumb under Angel’s eyes, a gentle claw scratching off one of the particularly stubborn lumps of dried mascara. “Now hold still, if that’s something you’re still able to manage.”

He got a response in the form of a half-assed hum, grinning like a fool, “You’re so bossy, that’s why I married you.”

“Funny, I thought we married purely for the tax benefits?”

Alastor silently pouted, Alastor continuing amusedly, “I’d feel more pity if it weren’t for the fact you decided to spend tonight drowning yourself in alcohol. I shouldn’t have to be doing this, you know.”

“But then I wouldn’t get a cute deer taking care of me.”

“You’re not dying.”

Angel didn’t respond, glossy look in his eyes.

Alastor froze, squinting as he muttered.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Hhh… Hhh…” Angel breathed, Alastor leaning back in precaution.

But nothing came. Angel slumping as he leaned his head further against Alastor’s chest, pressing against it. Alastor sighing as he tilted Angel’s head up so that he would look at him.

“All good?”

Angelnodding tiredly, Alastor humming in amusement as he got back to work. Reaching over as he grabbed a second wet wipe, the previous one having served its purpose. Gently running it over Angel’s eyelids, making him close his eyes, slightly twitching under his touch.

“You’re impossible.” He muttered, the unmissable hint of fondness clear in his tone.

Angel wheezing with small laughter as he sloppily gave an attempt at kissing Alastor’s cheek, one which Alastor leaned back from. “Love you…” He mumbled, “Even though you sound like you wanna kill me…”

Alastor barked a laugh at that, tucking a stubborn piece of Angel’s hair out of the way as he hummed, “And I suppose I tolerate you too, even if you’re being insufferable.” Reaching into his pocket as he grabbed for a handkerchief, “Blow.”

Angel sniffled as he obediently did so, sniffling afterwards as he drowsily grinned up at his husband. “Thaaaanks baby, you’re so good to me.” He slurred.

“Don’t mistake my tolerance for sweetness.” He replied dryly, his touch keeping gentle as he continued at working to remove the stubborn makeup. “Really, what on earth possess you to put this much on your face that it takes this much effort to get off?” He was mostly talking to himself at this point, “Surely you can’t do this even when you’re sober.”

Angel yawned sleepily as he blinked almost frog-eyed, huffing, “You know, you’re a real softie under all that spooky bastardness. Don’t think I don’t know it.”

“Oh, now is that so?” He mused.

“Yup!” He grinned toothily, poking at Alastor’s nose with his glove, who in return took ahold of his arm, pulling his silk glove off, doing the same with the other, “You’re a big ol’ buck who loves taking care of his stupid husband, admit it.”

Alastor chuckled lowly, “I’ll admit no such thing. Now close those pretty eyes of yours and sleep.”

“Rude,” Angel pouted, flopping backwards again as Alastor grabbed his collar, holding him up like a stray dog, giggling. “Wait you think ‘m pretty?” Alastor ignoring the question, working on keeping him alive in silence.

Angel hitching and before Alastor could react—-

“Hheh’ktshew!, Hhknkshh!”

“Angel!” Alastor snapped, letting go of Angel’s collar immediately as the spider dropped back onto the pillows, Alastor grimacing as he wiped a hand against his face, feeling how it was now damp from the unfortunate misfire.

But oh, Angel was in hysterics, drunkenly snickering so hard he had tears dripping down his face. Tears that would’ve no doubt made his mascara drip if Alastor hadn’t intervened in removing it. Cackling amusedly as his eyes watered.

“I’ve warned you enough times.” Alastor huffed, grabbing the pillow besides Angel’s head, holding it up as if he were about to smother him. Angel shrieking as he pulled back drunkenly, squirming away as he curled into himself tighter. Messily blocking his head as Alastor swung the pillow down hard.

“Collateral Damage, babe!”

Shrieking again with a squeal of giggles as Alastor hit him again in the face with the pillow again, kicking shakily at his failed attempts to block it, stammering through the laughter.

“I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry! I swear.. Hh.. I didn’t-... Hhh…” Giggling as he sniffed, “I didn’t mean to.. to-”

Alastor quickly having learned, slamming the pillow in front of Angel’s face just in time.

“Hhh’hHHKSHhhh!”

“There,” Alastor said, removing the pillow from Angel’s face with a satisfied hum, “Crisis averted.”

Angel blinking up at him, sniffling with an annoyed eye-roll, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “You’re so extra.”

“Perhaps, but don’t deny that you adore it.”

Angel crossing his arms with a sleepy grin Alastor gently lowering Angel down so that he was nuzzled against the unnecessary amount of pillows on the bed.

Angel weakly grabbing at Angel’s shirt, pulling him down so that he could lay next to him, eyes glazed as they were full of adoration.

“You’re my favourite, y’know that?”

Alastors grin softened, gently leaning as he pressed a kiss against Angel’s forehead, “And you my Dear, are my greatest challenge.”

“You love it.”

“Perhaps I do.” He admitted, head rested against Angels.

The room growing quieter, softer.

Quietly speaking as he muttered, “And you’re the most infuriatingly wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Angel’s eyes long fluttered shut, his breathing evening out as he’d finally drifted off. Alastor sighing in relief as he pulled the blanket over him, tucking him in carefully.

Alastor allowed himself to enjoy the silence, stroking Angel’s hair with careful fingers. “Sleep well, my dear,” He murdered.

Angel snored softly in response, and the night was perfect.