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A dance? Alastor, why does it feel we know what to do by heart and we have done this a million times?

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#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor #charlie x alastor #hazbin ships #charlastor #radiobelle

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It started out as a fairly simple sketch, but at some point I got carried away XD

#fucking love it #charlie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel #charlastor #radiobelle

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🎙️Now I know you're asking yourself, 2 chapters in one day? ❤️‍🔥

Well yup that's right... don't get used to it. I just got on a stride and could literally not control myself...

⚠️ FLASH WARNING⚠️

Anyways once again a few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠

(Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 3: Put Your Head on My Shoulder

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

- FLASHBACK (7 Years ago) - 

The winds snapped around him like lashes from a whip. Kissing and slicing into his skin, leaving marks of blood in their wake. A pattern of scars that would speak volumes. The great radio demon had managed to escape. Coming too close to meeting his end at the hands of that filthy screen-faced fuck. 

Alastor was seething with rage. His powers had all but dwindled down to nothing, leaving the once power overlord defenseless. Thankful that he had at least been able to take his own pound of flesh from the head of the Vees, before fleeing for his life. Now, past the outskirts of Pentagram City, he found himself. Deep beyond the inner rings of Hell. Cast out into the bowels of which even Lucifer himself had long since abandoned. 

“This can’t be happening.” he groaned, struggling just to continue on. Gradually his movements became slower. Like walking in quicksand, he struggled with every step until he was all but crawling along the ground. The sounds of screaming and radio signals crackling in his ears. And for the first time, Alastor felt truly helpless. It was then, in his most desperate hour, he heard HER voice again.   

“Oh, poor sweet Alastor… what brings thee to my garden?” she asked, waiting for his response as she remained still hidden in the shadows. 

No. Not now, Alastor pleaded inside, feeling the presence growing closer. Unable to leave, she manifested before him. Enormous and horrid, her mouth opening up to reveal her slithering tongue. Splicing itself into tentacles and covered in glowing eyes. Sprouting like sores on its spines as she came closer and closer.  

The sight of her alone could destroy even the most robust of sinners. Like a mutation, colored in shades of black, red, and white she continued evolving—changing. Finally becoming fully formed as she reached Alastor. The radio demon, forcing himself to look up at her. The entity, now appearing as a rather normal looking woman. 

Dark black hair, fading into crimson red, was long and luscious. Her beautiful face, partially obscured beneath a wide-brim black hat. She was imposing to look at. Her Long, red overcoat flowing in the hellish winds. Endless chains coming from the depths of her coats. Emerging from its checkered pattern of black and white, spreading out into the abyss and traveling to Alastor.   

“My favorite pet… Seems we have run into a bit of trouble. Tsk tsk.” she taunted. Alastor’s smile flickering into a snarl for a moment before he spoke.

“Roo! Fancy seeing you here. I—” he struggled, coughing up blood as his radio wave effect crackled in and out. His chest still aching from his wounds and his powers holding on for dear life before he finally collapsed onto the ground. The shadows and spirits he commanded, spinning around him with nowhere to go. Roo smiled, squatting down beside him. Taking Alastor’s chin in her hands and raising his gaze up to meet her. 

“Poor Alastor, letting the TV bother you again I see. You know I can’t have that… after all who else would bring me such delicious souls if not for you.” she hummed, her otherworldly tongue coming out to swirl over his cheek. Alastor knew she wouldn’t let him off that easily. They had made a pact when Alastor first arrived in Hell. The newly deceased sinner, confused and bloodied from his fall into the pit when he saw Roo had been waiting. 

Somehow, she knew he was coming. Standing by in the darkness, watching for him—ready to offer the once proud New Orleans radio host, turned serial killer, an opportunity he would never be able to refuse. Her wicked hand, held out to him, tendering him the chance to become Hell’s greatest overlord. To continue his work started on the Earthly plane. 

All Alastor had to do was agree that every soul who had fallen short of his debts, she’d be allowed on them. Alastor would have full control of the rest, using them, and his newly given powers, to ascend the ranks. To the ambitious and blood lusting Alastor it was a deal that was too good to be true. They shook on it, Alastor and Roo now bound until his death. Alastor, learning quickly that his deal would eventually lead to his death.  

While the stipulations of their agreement had worked for a time, Roo quickly grew greedy. Trying to convince Alastor to go beyond the terms of their deal. Sending her souls when no breach of their contract was made. The sounds of overlords filling his radio waves as he slaughtered them, over and over again, began haunting the rings of Hell. So much so that the mere mention of his name incited fear in their souls. 

HIs last attempt to feast on an overlord was Vox. The demon who had only nearly managed to escape, but not without first taking his swing at the radio demon. Now Alastor was hanging on by a thread. Looking into Roo’s soulless eyes and wondering if this was truly the end or if in exchange for more time, an even more binding deal would be necessary. 

After all, Roo was in fact the root of all Evil. Feeling as though she were equal, but opposite to God than Lucifer himself. A position she clutched tightly enough to bleed.

“I was so close.” Alastor stammered. His voice, weak and pathetic. It was a rare sight to see. If she were being honest, it tickled Roo to see him that way. She still needed him, however and their deal together was still very much not done. There was still more to gain from him, and Roo was never satisfied.  

Alastor suddenly felt like he could expand his lungs. A cold rush flowing through him and the pain, beginning to disappear and he had begun healing. His loyal shadow and souls, pulling themselves back inside him. The greenlight of his power radiating brightly once more. He felt refreshed—alive. 

“See now. All better.” Roo said smugly. Watching as Alastor rose up from the ground, ready to slaughter anyone who stood in his way. “Remember Alastor, you owe me.” she smiled. Winking at the radio demon. Before he could speak, he found himself somehow back in Pentagram City. 

A bit dazed and confused, he strolled down the streets just as he did before. Ready to rumble once again with Vox, after some careful planning, when he noticed that another extermination had already begun. Alastor, wondering to himself why it was happening again soon. Wasn’t only a few days ago that the angels descended to Hell, he asked himself. Sauntering over to Cannibal Town, where he managed to find a calendar hanging on the wall at Rosie’s favorite butcher shop.

When his eyes met with the date, his dials began spinning. Horns growing larger from his head in his panic. Making ungodly sounds that glitched and screeched loud enough to affect everyone traveling around him. Somehow, in the short time he felt he was with Roo, 7 years had passed.   

- Present Day -

Charlie didn’t know why, but she found herself frantically running towards Alastor’s radio tower. Crying hard, the tears spilling with every step. Angry at Vaggie for her betrayal, but even more angry at herself, knowing that she was responsible. That she had in fact betrayed their relationship long before Vaggie’s indiscretion. 

Slowly things had been driving a distance between them. Vaggie’s issues with the hotel, the revelation she was an angel—part of the extermination team to boot, and this thing with Alastor that Charlie couldn’t shake. All of it had been slowly pulling them apart and Charlie did nothing to stop it. Now here she was, running to the man who had stolen her affections. 

Charlie’s heart was raw and bleeding. Her emotions had never been so overwhelming. When she finally reached the door, she began banging, hard and loud, until it swung open. Alastor, spinning around in his chair to see Charlie looking more distressed than ever before. A sight that had unexpectedly made him feel a flicker of worry and concern.  

“Charlie! My dear, just in time for our little announcement.” Alastor beamed, rising up from the chair before coming to greet her. Charlie took one look at Alastor, standing there with what she hoped was a genuinely happy smile and hoping it was for her, when she rushed towards him.

“Alastor.” she cried, quickly burying her face into his shoulder. Alastor was taken back, finding himself unable to let go of her. Wrapping his arms around her as the princess sobbed against his coat. The sound of her cries, making him feel an unexpected pity—even sympathy for her.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked, the words feeling odd as they fell from his lips. However odd it seemed; he still meant them. Charlie, looking up at him. Her eyes, full of sadness and pain. 

“Vaggie… she… I… we…” Charlie cried, feeling Alastor unexpectedly pulling her in even closer. Both Alastor and Charlie, unable to deny feeling one another’s heartbeats. Their rhythm, matching each other’s intensity. Wondering to themselves, if the other was feeling it too. 

“Shhh…” he said, patting the top over her head, “...it doesn't matter anymore.” he assured her. Charlie felt a smile tugging on her face just as Alastor pulled her off by the shoulders. Looking her dead in the eye. “Now my dear bride-to-be… I suggest we keep the details of our nuptials between us. Heaven knows what kind of madness that might cause for your family. You know should it be revealed that you had just… owed me one.” Alastor chuckled.  

He was right. The situation was bad enough without having everyone in Hell knowing all the gorey details. Charlie nodded her head in response. Alastor smiled, taking a hold of his microphone cane and tapping it against his hand until he found his preferred frequency. 

“We have a new journey to attend to.” Alastor assured her. Sending her a wink.

“Al… what are you?” Charlie began, Alastor placing a finger to her lips. The sound of his laughter ringing out all over Pentagram City. 

“Salutations my fellow sinners. Today is a special day indeed. I know you have all been waiting oh so—patiently for the new broadcast. So without too much more suspense… I thought we might open things with a bang or should I say a bell. Wedding bells.”

The broadcast was sent out all over. Heard by everyone within the city—every sinner, demon, overlord, imp, and hellhound. All of them Wondering what the fuck the radio demon was going on about. Their answer came fast when before they knew it, Alastor asked Charlie to join him on the mic. Their ears piqued as they waited with bated breath.

“...It’s about time I settled down. Asking my beautiful, darling Charlotte Morningstar for her hand… so whaddya say Charlie, will you marry me?” Alastor asked her. The broadcast, finding its way to Lucifer who was halfway across the city in his palace. Spitting out his food when he heard what Alastor had to say. The king of Hell swatting a stack of rubber ducks across the room. Feeling like his skin was crawling at the news. Immediately searching for his phone to call Charlie. Thinking that he’d be well on his way to stopping this soon.

Back at the tower Charlie began fidgeting with her hands. “Um… uh….” she mumbled. Stalling for time while she battled herself inside. The will of her heart and mind at odds. 

She knew what she had to do, this bit was all just for show. Neither one of them wanted the rest of Hell to know the truth. The stench of it wouldn’t be good on either of them. Charlie swallowed back her reservations and looked over to Alastor. “Yes. I will marry you.”

The town was in an uproar. The conversation on everyone’s lips was only about the enigmatic couple. “Oh, I had no idea they were an item.” said one of the sinners who had stopped on the street beside a hellhound in the Pride ring. Another in the Lust ring, mentioning that they were actually perfect for one another if everyone thought about it. There was no escaping it now, everyone would know now. 

In Cannibal Town, an engagement celebration had begun. The crowd, cheering at the news of their delightful princess and Alastor getting ready to tie the knot. Rose, however, was sitting quietly on her veranda. Munching on a few lady fingers, when the broadcast caught her attention. “Hmm… Alastor, just what are you up to?” she asked herself. 

The news had even reached the depths of V Tower. Vox was sitting in his office, feet propped up as he casually watched 666 News while going over some plans. Suddenly anchor Katie Killjoy came on the screen. His attention was captured. 

“Thanks for nothing Tom, and now for more amusing news… Seems everyone’s favorite radio demon overlord and the princess of Hell are set to tie the knot. While no details have been disclosed at this time. You can be sure we will keep you up to date on their upcoming nuptials.” she reported, a glimmer of sarcasm and resentment present in her tone.

The screens around him began shorting out. Glitching and pixelating, covering them completely from left to right. Vox began digging his fingers into the control console. How? Why? 

“Alastor and fucking Charlotte Morningstar?!” he raged, instantly coming to the conclusion that Alastor was making a power play. “That motherfucker!” Vox said, ripping one of the screens off the wall. Tossing it out into the hall just as Velvette had been walking towards him. Cautiously peeking her head in the door frame, noticing Vox’s bad mood. Velvette, relishing a chance to worsen it further. 

“Hmm… What's up your ass now?” she asked. Vox practically heaving, desperately wanting to taste Alastor’s blood. 

“That noisy little fuck has managed to convince Lucifer’s daughter to marry him.” he growled. Velvette, cocking an eyebrow at him before laughing her head off. 

“Jealous?” she asked him, a big smirk on her face. Vox was ready to tear her throat out but tried his best to compose himself. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” he growled. 

“Let him have her. Why the fuck should we care?” Velvette asked, refusing to let the news ruffle any of her feathers. Vox clearly wasn’t going to be satisfied with that answer. Angry that Alastor had managed to come up with yet another way to gain power. Thinking to himself that there was no way the princess and him were actually in love. 

“Because it gives him more control, you idiot.” Vox began, knowing he had to do something to put a stop to it. “Wonder how things will blow over once they are exposed for the frauds they are. Maybe that outdated, crackling son of bitch will be held accountable.” Vox mused. 

“Just what do you have in mind?” Velvette asked him. The TV screens, all beginning to flash with images of Alastor and Charlie. Then images that appeared like they were from cameras surveilling the city. The system, bouncing from image to image, trying to locate the two of them. Vox, laughing maniacally before answering.

“You will see. Everyone will see.” 

Charlie left the radio tower with unexpected butterflies in her belly. Her head, still however, screaming at her to run. Struggling with herself and the right thing to do. Just as the broadcast had ended, as if On cue, came the call from her father. Lucifer, insisting she get her “royal ass” down to the palace before he’d find a way to shut down the hotel. She knew he would be angry, how could he not, but not this angry. 

Alastor and her father were oil and water. There was no way he was going to accept this marriage without a fight. Charlie, deciding to do her best to convince him. Gathering up her courage and putting on a brave face. Hoping that between the hotel and her father’s house, she could come up with a believable enough excuse for him to let it go. A tall order indeed. Just as she stepped outside, she immediately bumped into someone. 

The impact, sending them down to the ground. Charlie panicked, reaching out her hand for them to take. Feeling stupid for having not seen them when she noticed the hint of wings beneath the person’s silver cloak—It was Emily. 

“Emily! Oh, shit I’m sorry. What are you doing here?” Charlie asked, hoisting the angel up from the ground and helping to brush her off. 

“Charlie, it’s so good to see you again! I was coming to talk to you about something, but gosh I just overheard some of your… um… people… saying that you are getting married?!” the angel smiled, her eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. 

“Oh ah… yeah that's right. Alastor and I. Who knew.” Charlie laughed nervously. Emily jumped at her, arms quickly flying around Charlie’s shoulders as Emily squeezed her tightly in a hug. 

“Oh gosh, that is such wonderful news and oh man I am so sorry to bug you while you are planning… but I need to speak with you.” she continued, her face turning a bit more serious than before. 

“What's wrong? Has heaven decided that—” Charlie began before Emily cut her off. The smile on her face, now practically sparkling.

“Your friend, Sir Pentious… he is with us in Heaven! He has been absolved Charlie, you did it!” she explained. This time Charlie grabbed hold of Emily. 

“What?! Are you sure?!” she asked, almost shaking the poor angel in her excitement. Rejoicing and crying as the smile on her face grew wide enough to rival even Alastor’s.

“It’s true he arrived a while ago. He’s proof that the sinners can be redeemed!” Emily grinned. 

“How? I mean I know how. Fucking Hell we did it!” Charlie cheered, the excitement sending her head spinning. She felt the need to sit down for a moment. “Wait Emily… How come you are just now telling me? It’s been months now… I have been waiting for another letter and nothing…” Charlie asked.

“Oh Charlie, that's why I had to come see you in person. Someone has been intercepting our letters. I don't know who, but I have it on good authority it’s one of Adam’s crew. Don't you worry though, I plan on getting to the bottom of it.” Emily assured her. “I have to go now before anyone gets suspicious, but keep your head up girl, you got this!.” 

“Thank you.” Charlie said as Emily disappeared into thin air. The news was powerful, just what Charlie needed to feel better about everything that had happened between Vaggie and Alastor. While she wished she had time to go wake everyone up and scream their success from the rooftop, there was still the matter of attending to her Father. The boss of Hell was waiting impatiently for his daughter’s arrival. Charlie would do well not to keep him waiting. 

By mid-afternoon Angel and Husk had managed to stumble out of bed. Husk, going straight back to minding the bar as Angel slumped over the sofa in the parlor. The night had proven to be quite enjoyable, the two of them finally consummating their affections, that up until now Husk had been loath to admit. The former cat overlord, softening up to the porn star with a big heart after all.

Angel began flipping through the TV channels. Sending Niffty off to grab him a bite to eat and occasionally making lewd comments at Husk, when he caught a repeat of Katie Killjoy’s segment. Angel’s mouth dropped to the floor. Dumbstruck with the words he had just heard from outta the old cunt’s mouth. 

They had missed Alastor’s special broadcast. Too hungover, and blissfully snoozing, after a night of unbridled passion to have listened. “Well fuck me.. You hearin’ this shit whiskers?” Angel asked, jolting up off from his spot and over to the bar. 

“I told you not to call me that… Already up my ass after one night.” Husk huffed under his breath, a slight smile peeking out from beneath his annoyance. 

“I believe you were up my ass schnookums, but seriously we got a problem. Charlie and Smiles are getting hitched. That’s gotta be a joke right?” Angel asked, cringing at the thought. 

“Charlie’s in love with Alastor.” Niffty chimed in, handing Angel over his sandwich and climbing up to sit on the bar. Husk insincerely smiled,  pushing her gently off the side of the bar. Niffty scurrying off somewhere they didn’t care to know. 

“My money is on Charlie getting herself into some deep shit.” Husk commented. “He’s no good. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“What are we gonna do?” Angel asked, Husk letting out a sigh. Resigning himself to having to help figure things out once again. 

“Let’s go talk to her.” he suggested, ready to round the bar and head upstairs. Taking Angel with him to Charlie’s room, when Niffty shot out in front of him. Halting them two of them mid-stride. 

“Charlie is out! Left this morning after the broadcast.” she informed them. Husk, face palming hard as he tried to quickly formulate a plan. 

”Nift, you keep watch over the hotel. Me and…Pookie are gonna go find our Princess.” Husk said. Niffty, nodding in response. With that Husk and Angel left to find her. Unbeknownst to them, Alastor had been lurking in the shadows. Over hearing their little conversation and beginning to wonder himself where Charlie had run off too. 

Deciding that he should be keeping a closer eye on her just in case. Having the budding need to protect her, when suddenly a thought hit him. If Charlie was out and the news about their wedding was going around like wildfire, surely someone who wanted to get at him might take the opportunity to use her against him. Instantly the radio demon fled from the hotel, determined to try and find Charlie before anyone else.   

Charlie was strolling down the center of Pentagram City, ready to have a one on one with her dad. Hoping to convince him that she and Alastor were a real couple. Knowing all too well that things were far from the fantasy romance she had spun in the deep recesses of her mind. As she walked, the residents of the city stopped to talk with her. 

Well wishes and congratulations, coming from all around. Her people, seeming to be truly happy for her. If only she could be happy too. It wasn’t very long into her journey, when she reached the road that would lead her to her father’s.  Unexpectedly finding herself face to face with Vox as she turned the corner. The one overlord she knew Alastor absolutely detested above all others. 

While she had hoped to avoid him, it was too late. He had caught sight of her, yelling her name from across the street. Bringing with him a flood of press from 666 News and other outlets. Cameras and reporters coming out of the woodwork to surround them. Charlie, wondering if Vox had planned this, knowing that it most likely had. Nothing would make him happier than finding a way to get to Alastor. 

“Charlie! Ms. Morningstar! I hear congratulations are in order. What are you doing all this way without your… handsome beau?” Vox asked, practically choking on the words.  

“I ah… well…” Charlie tried to answer, tapping her pointer fingers together. Overwhelmed with all the flashing lights and cameras in her face. Vox was never happier, grinning as he saw how flustered and upset she had become. It was only a matter of time before he’d get the truth out of her.

“Tell us Charlie… is it true that you and Alastor have been making it all up?” one reporter asked. Charlie’s eyebrows raised and her teeth clenched as she wanted to scream back at them. 

“There have been reports that the marriage is a sham, can you comment?” another reporter asked. 

“No that's not… I…” she said, trying to think of something to say. Something that had more weight than just telling them it was real, that it wasn’t just for show. Words that maybe could even convince her it was true. 

“Please… come on you guys. Of course Charlie and Alastor aren’t faking their romance.” Vox said, his face and demeanor suggesting otherwise. It was about that time that Lucifer had come looking for his daughter. Every television had his little princess plastered on every channel. She was in trouble and he knew it. 

By the time he reached her, so had Angel and Husk. All three of them, unable to get to her from behind the hordes of press that had encircled her and Vox. It was clear that this had all been a set up. Lucifer, Husk, and Angel, Watching poor Charlie becoming more and more panicked as the press berated her and there was nothing they could do. 

Lucifer had had enough, pushing through the crowd. Only getting about half way to Charlie when out of nowhere Alastor materialized beside her. His tentacles and horns on full display. The crowd that had been keeping her captive, backing off in terror before the radio demon came back into his usual form. Standing beside Charlie as he took her hand in his. 

Instantly Charlie felt breathless. Was Alastor actually holding her hand? What other choice did they have if they were going to keep up the facade. The small gesture was enough to send her heart pounding once again. Alastor speaking to address Vox and the rest of the crowd. 

“Oh Vox, Y̲͐Ŏ͈̮͡U̅ͅ ̡̜͘͠A̧̩̻̻̓͌̏̓̚͟N͉͓͂̋N͕̚O̢̘̬̬̎̑̐͡Y͍̼͒͗͊͜I̹̾N̗̰̝̪̩̈́͑̓͊̕G͖̰̐̉ ̜͉͇͕̊̊̇̾̏͢L̗̜̩͈̱̒̏̚͡͞Ȋ̳Ť͓̱̼̑̆T̙̣̮͈͔́̂̑͛̀Ḷ͎͑́E ̢͉̎̃F̢̦̰͉͉̀̾̇̌͠Ȗ̺C̨͕͋͘͟͡K͚͖͙̅̾̒̅͟. You have been such a poor reporter. Maybe staying in your tower is more suitable for your talents.” he snapped, sending a devilish grin Vox’s way. The overlord, wanting so badly to punch Alastor’s smug face. He knew this might be the only chance he may get to screw him over. It was now or never. 

“Well Alastor, if the two of you are so IN LOVE… why don’t you prove it?” Vox hissed. Both Alastor and Charlie, frightened by being called out on their bluff. They had to do something to prove it, but what? Her father and friends, all watching, waiting—wondering what they would do next. 

Just as Vox was beginning to feel that he had accomplished his goal, Charlie grabbed hold of Alastor’s coat. Pulling him close to her and pressing her lips to his. The crowd audibly gasped as their lips met. Alastor, too, was in shock. Finding it hard not to close his eyes to the feel of Charlie’s mouth on his. 

Was Charlie enjoying this? Was he? Alastor wasn’t sure, but he met her half way—and more. Dipping her before the crowd. His willing tongue, sliding into her mouth with ease. Dancing along with hers in the most sincere kiss Charlie had ever felt before. The princess’s eyes, opening a moment in surprise before closing them once again. Both of them lost in the moment. 

Alastor was wondering what had come over him. Never before had he felt this way with anyone, but when they kissed, it was undeniable. Something was happening to him. On the inside, Charlie too was overwhelmed, pretending that he felt for her what she felt for him. The crowd began cheering around them as the kiss was broadcasted across all the rings of Hell. Vox pissed off more than ever before as the two of them seemed to have foiled his plans once again.  

Roo laughed, the radio waves having just reached her. The news of Alastor’s engagement to the princess of Hell was now on her radar. Roo, knowing that she would now more than ever, need to keep a close eye on Alastor. “Oh Alastor, just what are you up to?” 

Notes:

Y̲͐Ŏ͈̮͡U̅ͅ ̡̜͘͠A̧̩̻̻̓͌̏̓̚͟N͉͓͂̋N͕̚O̢̘̬̬̎̑̐͡Y͍̼͒͗͊͜I̹̾N̗̰̝̪̩̈́͑̓͊̕G͖̰̐̉ ̜͉͇͕̊̊̇̾̏͢L̗̜̩͈̱̒̏̚͡͞Ȋ̳Ť͓̱̼̑̆T̙̣̮͈͔́̂̑͛̀Ḷ͎͑́E ̢͉̎̃F̢̦̰͉͉̀̾̇̌͠Ȗ̺C̨͕͋͘͟͡K͚͖͙̅̾̒̅͟- You annoying little fuck.

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

S05E26 Call to Arms (1997)

Weyoun

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I just really like how much Weyoun self-soothes. Everyone has some self-soothing behavior they do occasionally, and some people do it more than others. Weyoun does it in literally EVERY scene he's in, and I find that fascinating.

He presents himself as confident, light, unflappably optimistic... but if you watch his hands you can see the anxiety he hides.

In a tense moment, he'll have the biggest smile:

but behind his back:

He doesn't let himself touch his face or bounce his legs. That would be too obvious. But he can't stop himself from holding his own hands, squeezing them, stroking them... little things to give himself comfort.

Crossed arms or one arm across the chest can be an inconspicuous self hug. Good for moments when you're dealing with stressful people.

Your God is displeased with you? No one else is going to comfort you.

And that's the thing, really. No one else ever comforts him, or any Vorta. They are lab-grown servants. They live as attendants to their Gods, or diplomats among other species. They don't get to have actual friends, or partners, or family.

Vorta are barely ever touched from the moment they are activated. So of course they are going to rely on themselves to fulfill that need. Of course Weyoun is constantly self-soothing. It's all he has.

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Final note: please watch both Weyoun and Damar make subconscious fists when they talk to each other.

They hate each other so much.

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🎙️Now I know you're asking yourself, 2 chapters in one day? ❤️‍🔥

Well yup that's right... don't get used to it. I just got on a stride and could literally not control myself...

⚠️ FLASH WARNING⚠️

Anyways once again a few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠

(Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 3: Put Your Head on My Shoulder

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Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

- FLASHBACK (7 Years ago) - 

The winds snapped around him like lashes from a whip. Kissing and slicing into his skin, leaving marks of blood in their wake. A pattern of scars that would speak volumes. The great radio demon had managed to escape. Coming too close to meeting his end at the hands of that filthy screen-faced fuck. 

Alastor was seething with rage. His powers had all but dwindled down to nothing, leaving the once power overlord defenseless. Thankful that he had at least been able to take his own pound of flesh from the head of the Vees, before fleeing for his life. Now, past the outskirts of Pentagram City, he found himself. Deep beyond the inner rings of Hell. Cast out into the bowels of which even Lucifer himself had long since abandoned. 

“This can’t be happening.” he groaned, struggling just to continue on. Gradually his movements became slower. Like walking in quicksand, he struggled with every step until he was all but crawling along the ground. The sounds of screaming and radio signals crackling in his ears. And for the first time, Alastor felt truly helpless. It was then, in his most desperate hour, he heard HER voice again.   

“Oh, poor sweet Alastor… what brings thee to my garden?” she asked, waiting for his response as she remained still hidden in the shadows. 

No. Not now, Alastor pleaded inside, feeling the presence growing closer. Unable to leave, she manifested before him. Enormous and horrid, her mouth opening up to reveal her slithering tongue. Splicing itself into tentacles and covered in glowing eyes. Sprouting like sores on its spines as she came closer and closer.  

The sight of her alone could destroy even the most robust of sinners. Like a mutation, colored in shades of black, red, and white she continued evolving—changing. Finally becoming fully formed as she reached Alastor. The radio demon, forcing himself to look up at her. The entity, now appearing as a rather normal looking woman. 

Dark black hair, fading into crimson red, was long and luscious. Her beautiful face, partially obscured beneath a wide-brim black hat. She was imposing to look at. Her Long, red overcoat flowing in the hellish winds. Endless chains coming from the depths of her coats. Emerging from its checkered pattern of black and white, spreading out into the abyss and traveling to Alastor.   

“My favorite pet… Seems we have run into a bit of trouble. Tsk tsk.” she taunted. Alastor’s smile flickering into a snarl for a moment before he spoke.

“Roo! Fancy seeing you here. I—” he struggled, coughing up blood as his radio wave effect crackled in and out. His chest still aching from his wounds and his powers holding on for dear life before he finally collapsed onto the ground. The shadows and spirits he commanded, spinning around him with nowhere to go. Roo smiled, squatting down beside him. Taking Alastor’s chin in her hands and raising his gaze up to meet her. 

“Poor Alastor, letting the TV bother you again I see. You know I can’t have that… after all who else would bring me such delicious souls if not for you.” she hummed, her otherworldly tongue coming out to swirl over his cheek. Alastor knew she wouldn’t let him off that easily. They had made a pact when Alastor first arrived in Hell. The newly deceased sinner, confused and bloodied from his fall into the pit when he saw Roo had been waiting. 

Somehow, she knew he was coming. Standing by in the darkness, watching for him—ready to offer the once proud New Orleans radio host, turned serial killer, an opportunity he would never be able to refuse. Her wicked hand, held out to him, tendering him the chance to become Hell’s greatest overlord. To continue his work started on the Earthly plane. 

All Alastor had to do was agree that every soul who had fallen short of his debts, she’d be allowed on them. Alastor would have full control of the rest, using them, and his newly given powers, to ascend the ranks. To the ambitious and blood lusting Alastor it was a deal that was too good to be true. They shook on it, Alastor and Roo now bound until his death. Alastor, learning quickly that his deal would eventually lead to his death.  

While the stipulations of their agreement had worked for a time, Roo quickly grew greedy. Trying to convince Alastor to go beyond the terms of their deal. Sending her souls when no breach of their contract was made. The sounds of overlords filling his radio waves as he slaughtered them, over and over again, began haunting the rings of Hell. So much so that the mere mention of his name incited fear in their souls. 

HIs last attempt to feast on an overlord was Vox. The demon who had only nearly managed to escape, but not without first taking his swing at the radio demon. Now Alastor was hanging on by a thread. Looking into Roo’s soulless eyes and wondering if this was truly the end or if in exchange for more time, an even more binding deal would be necessary. 

After all, Roo was in fact the root of all Evil. Feeling as though she were equal, but opposite to God than Lucifer himself. A position she clutched tightly enough to bleed.

“I was so close.” Alastor stammered. His voice, weak and pathetic. It was a rare sight to see. If she were being honest, it tickled Roo to see him that way. She still needed him, however and their deal together was still very much not done. There was still more to gain from him, and Roo was never satisfied.  

Alastor suddenly felt like he could expand his lungs. A cold rush flowing through him and the pain, beginning to disappear and he had begun healing. His loyal shadow and souls, pulling themselves back inside him. The greenlight of his power radiating brightly once more. He felt refreshed—alive. 

“See now. All better.” Roo said smugly. Watching as Alastor rose up from the ground, ready to slaughter anyone who stood in his way. “Remember Alastor, you owe me.” she smiled. Winking at the radio demon. Before he could speak, he found himself somehow back in Pentagram City. 

A bit dazed and confused, he strolled down the streets just as he did before. Ready to rumble once again with Vox, after some careful planning, when he noticed that another extermination had already begun. Alastor, wondering to himself why it was happening again soon. Wasn’t only a few days ago that the angels descended to Hell, he asked himself. Sauntering over to Cannibal Town, where he managed to find a calendar hanging on the wall at Rosie’s favorite butcher shop.

When his eyes met with the date, his dials began spinning. Horns growing larger from his head in his panic. Making ungodly sounds that glitched and screeched loud enough to affect everyone traveling around him. Somehow, in the short time he felt he was with Roo, 7 years had passed.   

- Present Day -

Charlie didn’t know why, but she found herself frantically running towards Alastor’s radio tower. Crying hard, the tears spilling with every step. Angry at Vaggie for her betrayal, but even more angry at herself, knowing that she was responsible. That she had in fact betrayed their relationship long before Vaggie’s indiscretion. 

Slowly things had been driving a distance between them. Vaggie’s issues with the hotel, the revelation she was an angel—part of the extermination team to boot, and this thing with Alastor that Charlie couldn’t shake. All of it had been slowly pulling them apart and Charlie did nothing to stop it. Now here she was, running to the man who had stolen her affections. 

Charlie’s heart was raw and bleeding. Her emotions had never been so overwhelming. When she finally reached the door, she began banging, hard and loud, until it swung open. Alastor, spinning around in his chair to see Charlie looking more distressed than ever before. A sight that had unexpectedly made him feel a flicker of worry and concern.  

“Charlie! My dear, just in time for our little announcement.” Alastor beamed, rising up from the chair before coming to greet her. Charlie took one look at Alastor, standing there with what she hoped was a genuinely happy smile and hoping it was for her, when she rushed towards him.

“Alastor.” she cried, quickly burying her face into his shoulder. Alastor was taken back, finding himself unable to let go of her. Wrapping his arms around her as the princess sobbed against his coat. The sound of her cries, making him feel an unexpected pity—even sympathy for her.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked, the words feeling odd as they fell from his lips. However odd it seemed; he still meant them. Charlie, looking up at him. Her eyes, full of sadness and pain. 

“Vaggie… she… I… we…” Charlie cried, feeling Alastor unexpectedly pulling her in even closer. Both Alastor and Charlie, unable to deny feeling one another’s heartbeats. Their rhythm, matching each other’s intensity. Wondering to themselves, if the other was feeling it too. 

“Shhh…” he said, patting the top over her head, “...it doesn't matter anymore.” he assured her. Charlie felt a smile tugging on her face just as Alastor pulled her off by the shoulders. Looking her dead in the eye. “Now my dear bride-to-be… I suggest we keep the details of our nuptials between us. Heaven knows what kind of madness that might cause for your family. You know should it be revealed that you had just… owed me one.” Alastor chuckled.  

He was right. The situation was bad enough without having everyone in Hell knowing all the gorey details. Charlie nodded her head in response. Alastor smiled, taking a hold of his microphone cane and tapping it against his hand until he found his preferred frequency. 

“We have a new journey to attend to.” Alastor assured her. Sending her a wink.

“Al… what are you?” Charlie began, Alastor placing a finger to her lips. The sound of his laughter ringing out all over Pentagram City. 

“Salutations my fellow sinners. Today is a special day indeed. I know you have all been waiting oh so—patiently for the new broadcast. So without too much more suspense… I thought we might open things with a bang or should I say a bell. Wedding bells.”

The broadcast was sent out all over. Heard by everyone within the city—every sinner, demon, overlord, imp, and hellhound. All of them Wondering what the fuck the radio demon was going on about. Their answer came fast when before they knew it, Alastor asked Charlie to join him on the mic. Their ears piqued as they waited with bated breath.

“...It’s about time I settled down. Asking my beautiful, darling Charlotte Morningstar for her hand… so whaddya say Charlie, will you marry me?” Alastor asked her. The broadcast, finding its way to Lucifer who was halfway across the city in his palace. Spitting out his food when he heard what Alastor had to say. The king of Hell swatting a stack of rubber ducks across the room. Feeling like his skin was crawling at the news. Immediately searching for his phone to call Charlie. Thinking that he’d be well on his way to stopping this soon.

Back at the tower Charlie began fidgeting with her hands. “Um… uh….” she mumbled. Stalling for time while she battled herself inside. The will of her heart and mind at odds. 

She knew what she had to do, this bit was all just for show. Neither one of them wanted the rest of Hell to know the truth. The stench of it wouldn’t be good on either of them. Charlie swallowed back her reservations and looked over to Alastor. “Yes. I will marry you.”

The town was in an uproar. The conversation on everyone’s lips was only about the enigmatic couple. “Oh, I had no idea they were an item.” said one of the sinners who had stopped on the street beside a hellhound in the Pride ring. Another in the Lust ring, mentioning that they were actually perfect for one another if everyone thought about it. There was no escaping it now, everyone would know now. 

In Cannibal Town, an engagement celebration had begun. The crowd, cheering at the news of their delightful princess and Alastor getting ready to tie the knot. Rose, however, was sitting quietly on her veranda. Munching on a few lady fingers, when the broadcast caught her attention. “Hmm… Alastor, just what are you up to?” she asked herself. 

The news had even reached the depths of V Tower. Vox was sitting in his office, feet propped up as he casually watched 666 News while going over some plans. Suddenly anchor Katie Killjoy came on the screen. His attention was captured. 

“Thanks for nothing Tom, and now for more amusing news… Seems everyone’s favorite radio demon overlord and the princess of Hell are set to tie the knot. While no details have been disclosed at this time. You can be sure we will keep you up to date on their upcoming nuptials.” she reported, a glimmer of sarcasm and resentment present in her tone.

The screens around him began shorting out. Glitching and pixelating, covering them completely from left to right. Vox began digging his fingers into the control console. How? Why? 

“Alastor and fucking Charlotte Morningstar?!” he raged, instantly coming to the conclusion that Alastor was making a power play. “That motherfucker!” Vox said, ripping one of the screens off the wall. Tossing it out into the hall just as Velvette had been walking towards him. Cautiously peeking her head in the door frame, noticing Vox’s bad mood. Velvette, relishing a chance to worsen it further. 

“Hmm… What's up your ass now?” she asked. Vox practically heaving, desperately wanting to taste Alastor’s blood. 

“That noisy little fuck has managed to convince Lucifer’s daughter to marry him.” he growled. Velvette, cocking an eyebrow at him before laughing her head off. 

“Jealous?” she asked him, a big smirk on her face. Vox was ready to tear her throat out but tried his best to compose himself. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” he growled. 

“Let him have her. Why the fuck should we care?” Velvette asked, refusing to let the news ruffle any of her feathers. Vox clearly wasn’t going to be satisfied with that answer. Angry that Alastor had managed to come up with yet another way to gain power. Thinking to himself that there was no way the princess and him were actually in love. 

“Because it gives him more control, you idiot.” Vox began, knowing he had to do something to put a stop to it. “Wonder how things will blow over once they are exposed for the frauds they are. Maybe that outdated, crackling son of bitch will be held accountable.” Vox mused. 

“Just what do you have in mind?” Velvette asked him. The TV screens, all beginning to flash with images of Alastor and Charlie. Then images that appeared like they were from cameras surveilling the city. The system, bouncing from image to image, trying to locate the two of them. Vox, laughing maniacally before answering.

“You will see. Everyone will see.” 

Charlie left the radio tower with unexpected butterflies in her belly. Her head, still however, screaming at her to run. Struggling with herself and the right thing to do. Just as the broadcast had ended, as if On cue, came the call from her father. Lucifer, insisting she get her “royal ass” down to the palace before he’d find a way to shut down the hotel. She knew he would be angry, how could he not, but not this angry. 

Alastor and her father were oil and water. There was no way he was going to accept this marriage without a fight. Charlie, deciding to do her best to convince him. Gathering up her courage and putting on a brave face. Hoping that between the hotel and her father’s house, she could come up with a believable enough excuse for him to let it go. A tall order indeed. Just as she stepped outside, she immediately bumped into someone. 

The impact, sending them down to the ground. Charlie panicked, reaching out her hand for them to take. Feeling stupid for having not seen them when she noticed the hint of wings beneath the person’s silver cloak—It was Emily. 

“Emily! Oh, shit I’m sorry. What are you doing here?” Charlie asked, hoisting the angel up from the ground and helping to brush her off. 

“Charlie, it’s so good to see you again! I was coming to talk to you about something, but gosh I just overheard some of your… um… people… saying that you are getting married?!” the angel smiled, her eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. 

“Oh ah… yeah that's right. Alastor and I. Who knew.” Charlie laughed nervously. Emily jumped at her, arms quickly flying around Charlie’s shoulders as Emily squeezed her tightly in a hug. 

“Oh gosh, that is such wonderful news and oh man I am so sorry to bug you while you are planning… but I need to speak with you.” she continued, her face turning a bit more serious than before. 

“What's wrong? Has heaven decided that—” Charlie began before Emily cut her off. The smile on her face, now practically sparkling.

“Your friend, Sir Pentious… he is with us in Heaven! He has been absolved Charlie, you did it!” she explained. This time Charlie grabbed hold of Emily. 

“What?! Are you sure?!” she asked, almost shaking the poor angel in her excitement. Rejoicing and crying as the smile on her face grew wide enough to rival even Alastor’s.

“It’s true he arrived a while ago. He’s proof that the sinners can be redeemed!” Emily grinned. 

“How? I mean I know how. Fucking Hell we did it!” Charlie cheered, the excitement sending her head spinning. She felt the need to sit down for a moment. “Wait Emily… How come you are just now telling me? It’s been months now… I have been waiting for another letter and nothing…” Charlie asked.

“Oh Charlie, that's why I had to come see you in person. Someone has been intercepting our letters. I don't know who, but I have it on good authority it’s one of Adam’s crew. Don't you worry though, I plan on getting to the bottom of it.” Emily assured her. “I have to go now before anyone gets suspicious, but keep your head up girl, you got this!.” 

“Thank you.” Charlie said as Emily disappeared into thin air. The news was powerful, just what Charlie needed to feel better about everything that had happened between Vaggie and Alastor. While she wished she had time to go wake everyone up and scream their success from the rooftop, there was still the matter of attending to her Father. The boss of Hell was waiting impatiently for his daughter’s arrival. Charlie would do well not to keep him waiting. 

By mid-afternoon Angel and Husk had managed to stumble out of bed. Husk, going straight back to minding the bar as Angel slumped over the sofa in the parlor. The night had proven to be quite enjoyable, the two of them finally consummating their affections, that up until now Husk had been loath to admit. The former cat overlord, softening up to the porn star with a big heart after all.

Angel began flipping through the TV channels. Sending Niffty off to grab him a bite to eat and occasionally making lewd comments at Husk, when he caught a repeat of Katie Killjoy’s segment. Angel’s mouth dropped to the floor. Dumbstruck with the words he had just heard from outta the old cunt’s mouth. 

They had missed Alastor’s special broadcast. Too hungover, and blissfully snoozing, after a night of unbridled passion to have listened. “Well fuck me.. You hearin’ this shit whiskers?” Angel asked, jolting up off from his spot and over to the bar. 

“I told you not to call me that… Already up my ass after one night.” Husk huffed under his breath, a slight smile peeking out from beneath his annoyance. 

“I believe you were up my ass schnookums, but seriously we got a problem. Charlie and Smiles are getting hitched. That’s gotta be a joke right?” Angel asked, cringing at the thought. 

“Charlie’s in love with Alastor.” Niffty chimed in, handing Angel over his sandwich and climbing up to sit on the bar. Husk insincerely smiled,  pushing her gently off the side of the bar. Niffty scurrying off somewhere they didn’t care to know. 

“My money is on Charlie getting herself into some deep shit.” Husk commented. “He’s no good. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“What are we gonna do?” Angel asked, Husk letting out a sigh. Resigning himself to having to help figure things out once again. 

“Let’s go talk to her.” he suggested, ready to round the bar and head upstairs. Taking Angel with him to Charlie’s room, when Niffty shot out in front of him. Halting them two of them mid-stride. 

“Charlie is out! Left this morning after the broadcast.” she informed them. Husk, face palming hard as he tried to quickly formulate a plan. 

”Nift, you keep watch over the hotel. Me and…Pookie are gonna go find our Princess.” Husk said. Niffty, nodding in response. With that Husk and Angel left to find her. Unbeknownst to them, Alastor had been lurking in the shadows. Over hearing their little conversation and beginning to wonder himself where Charlie had run off too. 

Deciding that he should be keeping a closer eye on her just in case. Having the budding need to protect her, when suddenly a thought hit him. If Charlie was out and the news about their wedding was going around like wildfire, surely someone who wanted to get at him might take the opportunity to use her against him. Instantly the radio demon fled from the hotel, determined to try and find Charlie before anyone else.   

Charlie was strolling down the center of Pentagram City, ready to have a one on one with her dad. Hoping to convince him that she and Alastor were a real couple. Knowing all too well that things were far from the fantasy romance she had spun in the deep recesses of her mind. As she walked, the residents of the city stopped to talk with her. 

Well wishes and congratulations, coming from all around. Her people, seeming to be truly happy for her. If only she could be happy too. It wasn’t very long into her journey, when she reached the road that would lead her to her father’s.  Unexpectedly finding herself face to face with Vox as she turned the corner. The one overlord she knew Alastor absolutely detested above all others. 

While she had hoped to avoid him, it was too late. He had caught sight of her, yelling her name from across the street. Bringing with him a flood of press from 666 News and other outlets. Cameras and reporters coming out of the woodwork to surround them. Charlie, wondering if Vox had planned this, knowing that it most likely had. Nothing would make him happier than finding a way to get to Alastor. 

“Charlie! Ms. Morningstar! I hear congratulations are in order. What are you doing all this way without your… handsome beau?” Vox asked, practically choking on the words.  

“I ah… well…” Charlie tried to answer, tapping her pointer fingers together. Overwhelmed with all the flashing lights and cameras in her face. Vox was never happier, grinning as he saw how flustered and upset she had become. It was only a matter of time before he’d get the truth out of her.

“Tell us Charlie… is it true that you and Alastor have been making it all up?” one reporter asked. Charlie’s eyebrows raised and her teeth clenched as she wanted to scream back at them. 

“There have been reports that the marriage is a sham, can you comment?” another reporter asked. 

“No that's not… I…” she said, trying to think of something to say. Something that had more weight than just telling them it was real, that it wasn’t just for show. Words that maybe could even convince her it was true. 

“Please… come on you guys. Of course Charlie and Alastor aren’t faking their romance.” Vox said, his face and demeanor suggesting otherwise. It was about that time that Lucifer had come looking for his daughter. Every television had his little princess plastered on every channel. She was in trouble and he knew it. 

By the time he reached her, so had Angel and Husk. All three of them, unable to get to her from behind the hordes of press that had encircled her and Vox. It was clear that this had all been a set up. Lucifer, Husk, and Angel, Watching poor Charlie becoming more and more panicked as the press berated her and there was nothing they could do. 

Lucifer had had enough, pushing through the crowd. Only getting about half way to Charlie when out of nowhere Alastor materialized beside her. His tentacles and horns on full display. The crowd that had been keeping her captive, backing off in terror before the radio demon came back into his usual form. Standing beside Charlie as he took her hand in his. 

Instantly Charlie felt breathless. Was Alastor actually holding her hand? What other choice did they have if they were going to keep up the facade. The small gesture was enough to send her heart pounding once again. Alastor speaking to address Vox and the rest of the crowd. 

“Oh Vox, Y̲͐Ŏ͈̮͡U̅ͅ ̡̜͘͠A̧̩̻̻̓͌̏̓̚͟N͉͓͂̋N͕̚O̢̘̬̬̎̑̐͡Y͍̼͒͗͊͜I̹̾N̗̰̝̪̩̈́͑̓͊̕G͖̰̐̉ ̜͉͇͕̊̊̇̾̏͢L̗̜̩͈̱̒̏̚͡͞Ȋ̳Ť͓̱̼̑̆T̙̣̮͈͔́̂̑͛̀Ḷ͎͑́E ̢͉̎̃F̢̦̰͉͉̀̾̇̌͠Ȗ̺C̨͕͋͘͟͡K͚͖͙̅̾̒̅͟. You have been such a poor reporter. Maybe staying in your tower is more suitable for your talents.” he snapped, sending a devilish grin Vox’s way. The overlord, wanting so badly to punch Alastor’s smug face. He knew this might be the only chance he may get to screw him over. It was now or never. 

“Well Alastor, if the two of you are so IN LOVE… why don’t you prove it?” Vox hissed. Both Alastor and Charlie, frightened by being called out on their bluff. They had to do something to prove it, but what? Her father and friends, all watching, waiting—wondering what they would do next. 

Just as Vox was beginning to feel that he had accomplished his goal, Charlie grabbed hold of Alastor’s coat. Pulling him close to her and pressing her lips to his. The crowd audibly gasped as their lips met. Alastor, too, was in shock. Finding it hard not to close his eyes to the feel of Charlie’s mouth on his. 

Was Charlie enjoying this? Was he? Alastor wasn’t sure, but he met her half way—and more. Dipping her before the crowd. His willing tongue, sliding into her mouth with ease. Dancing along with hers in the most sincere kiss Charlie had ever felt before. The princess’s eyes, opening a moment in surprise before closing them once again. Both of them lost in the moment. 

Alastor was wondering what had come over him. Never before had he felt this way with anyone, but when they kissed, it was undeniable. Something was happening to him. On the inside, Charlie too was overwhelmed, pretending that he felt for her what she felt for him. The crowd began cheering around them as the kiss was broadcasted across all the rings of Hell. Vox pissed off more than ever before as the two of them seemed to have foiled his plans once again.  

Roo laughed, the radio waves having just reached her. The news of Alastor’s engagement to the princess of Hell was now on her radar. Roo, knowing that she would now more than ever, need to keep a close eye on Alastor. “Oh Alastor, just what are you up to?” 

Notes:

Y̲͐Ŏ͈̮͡U̅ͅ ̡̜͘͠A̧̩̻̻̓͌̏̓̚͟N͉͓͂̋N͕̚O̢̘̬̬̎̑̐͡Y͍̼͒͗͊͜I̹̾N̗̰̝̪̩̈́͑̓͊̕G͖̰̐̉ ̜͉͇͕̊̊̇̾̏͢L̗̜̩͈̱̒̏̚͡͞Ȋ̳Ť͓̱̼̑̆T̙̣̮͈͔́̂̑͛̀Ḷ͎͑́E ̢͉̎̃F̢̦̰͉͉̀̾̇̌͠Ȗ̺C̨͕͋͘͟͡K͚͖͙̅̾̒̅͟- You annoying little fuck.

#another new chapter! 😱 #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel fanfic #Hazbin Hotel fanfics #Hazbin Hotel fanfiction #Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic) #Sex time with the radio demon #Unconventional relationships #political marriage #Frienemies to lovers #consensual/Non-consensual relationships depicted #flash warning

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❤️‍🔥🎙️SINNERS REJOICE!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

Here is the next installment of our beloved Radio demon and his Princess of Hell….

A few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

Anyways here we go for chapter 2!!!!

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 2: Back On the Air

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

Deep in the Pride ring, the music was blasting. Club Hell 666 was popping, neon lights flashing and packed with demons, whose thirst for all that's debaucherous was at an all-time high. Vaggie had been zoning in and out at the table. Her eyes, fixed on the blinking “Powder your nose” sign. Her thoughts, miles away from their celebrations.

Angel, Husk, and Cherri Bomb doing their best to enjoy the night out. They had all taken a moment before that first taste of liquor to pay their respects to Sir Pentious. Even Cherri was unable to hold back the emotion. As the night went on, things had begun to be less somber. 

The group was enjoying the night out, with the exception of Vaggie who still seemed unable to shake things off. She just stared off, the reflection of the sign burning a permanent image in her eyes as things went on around her. Her attention only grabbed when she saw Angel pull a bag of dope from what seemed like nowhere. Hoping to do a few lines with Cherri at the table. Vaggie, unable to help herself from shooting him a look of disapproval. 

“Listen, I said I would behave—never said I’d be a saint.” Angel huffed, both he and Cherri ready to party the night away.

“You sure didn’t bitch.” Cherry Bomb laughed, playfully punching Angel’s shoulder before doing a line herself. Husk rolled his eyes, turning away when he got a good look at Vaggie. Letting out a sigh as he mustered up the will to ask her about how she was feeling. He could read the best of them, and it had been clear to him for some time that the fallen angel had a lot on her mind.

“What's got you all down in the mouth?” Husk inquired. Vaggie shrugged, acting nonchalant. The old cat knew better, shooting closer to her in his chair so they could hear one another a little easier. “Now you know I ain’t buyin’ that bullshit.”

“Hmph…” Vaggie groaned. Damn bastard always knew too much. “It’s Charlie.” she confessed, after all there was not much use in trying to keep things from Husk. It was only a matter of time before he’d have teased it out himself. 

“Ah—figured it might be.” he sighed, relaxing back more into his chair. “You know, we’ve all been through a lot these last few weeks. Give her some time.” he assured her. Vaggie smiled back at him, taking in a deep breath and exhaling hard. Hoping to let go, even if it was just for the night.  

“You’re right…just I feel like things have been different between us… even before all the stuff with the hotel and Heaven. Just seems like it all exacerbated it.” Vaggie explained, Husk nodding his head. 

“Welp, thing is…” he began. Vaggie looking over to him expecting to receive more comforting or reassuring advice. “Sometimes people change… ain’t much we can do about it. All you need to do is be you. If it’s meant to be, she'll come around.” he reasoned. It was hard to hear it, but Vaggie knew it made a lot of sense. So much had happened between them and there was no going back to how things once were, no matter how hard she might try. 

“Will you two stop yapping and live a little!” Angel yelled across the table. Vaggie, smiling over to Husk who sent her back a wink.

“Why the Hell not!” she cheered, raising her glass and deciding to enjoy herself. Her troubles could wait until morning. 

Charlie’s pacing had all but burned a hole in the rug. Back and forth she transverse the lobby. Charlie’s mind spinning with thoughts of Alastor. What was he up to? Why the special broadcast? 

It was still early in the day and Charlie was alone downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be dead asleep. The gang, having all been out into the late-night hours. Not that Charlie had a clue when they had actually come home. Only sign that they’d returned was Angel’s harness thrown haphazardly in the entryway. 

Charlie was exhausted and had once again not even bothered to return to her room. Instead, it had been another night of sleeping in the parlor. Charlie was beginning to wonder if she was subconsciously trying to widen the distance that had been growing between her and Vaggie. Had anyone else noticed?

While she absolutely still loved her, things between them just weren't the same. Though Charlie couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened–it did. She was no longer “in love” with Vaggie. Her heart had changed. Though it both frightened and pained her to think it, her feelings had moved on to another. Someone who no one would have guessed and that she’d never truly have. 

It was a cruel twist of fate. Falling out of love with Vaggie, who had been so loyal and true. Despite all they had been through together Vaggie was always by her side. Why now would she be falling hard and fast in love with the radio demon? She wondered if something in her knew it was happening from that first moment, when he stood in the doorway. Offering up his services to her and the hotel. 

His eyes, his smile—had sent shockwaves through her. Of course, he was being dapper and charming Charlie, that's his schtick, she thought to herself. Wondering if that could really have been enough to win her over? No, it had to have been more than that. There was a vulnerability there. Deep down Alastor had a heart too. His commitment to Charlie and the hotel—to helping all the others. That had proven it—hadn’t it?

“Argh…” Charlie huffed, dropping back down on the sofa. So flustered and head aching. Her hands, coming to rub at her temples. Unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind when she felt that someone else was nearby. Then feeling the pressure of a small foot across the toe of her shoe.  

“Ope! My bad.” Niffty said, scurrying over Charlie’s foot before incessantly scrubbing down the table. Charlie smiled, Niffty was such a big help, it was nice having her around. She had been the only one who stayed home last night–with the exception of Charlie and Alastor. 

“It’s alright.” Charlie chuckled, watching the vivacious little demoness in her duties.

“Thinking about Alastor again?” she asked, seemingly out of the blue. Charlie’s heart felt like it had stopped mid-pump within her chest. She couldn't believe it. 

“What are you talking about?” she asked, hoping to laugh it off. Niffty stared blankly at her, as if she was confused at why Charlie would ask. 

“Because you have a crush on him. I don’t blame you…he’s such a bad boy!” she smiled, continuing her work as if it was nothing. Charlie felt the heat hit her cheeks. How did she know? Did anyone else know?

“Ha ha… you had me going there. Hey why don’t you check out room 237. I hear there is an issue with the bathtub again.” Charlie suggested, trying her best to hide her embarrassment, when she heard the telltale sound of footfalls on the stairs. 

“Just fixed it again this morning. Good thing I like to stay on top of things.” Alastor mused from the staircase. Approaching the two of them, all while dandily twirling his cane. Even though Charlie had just spent the last few minutes adamantly denying it, her heart once again began pounding away at the sight of him. 

Come on Charlie… hold it together, she said to herself. Alastor came to sit down beside her on the sofa. Using his cane to tap Niffty’s busy little hand, causing her to stop and look over at him. Niffty, blinking her one eye and smiling up at him as he patted the top of her head. 

“Listen my little sprite, why don’t you run along. I have some important matters to discuss with our princess.” Alastor suggested. Niffty nodding and running off like mad up the stairs with his request. Charlie wondered what the relationship between the two of them was, though she dare not ask.  

“Everything alright?” Charlie asked, grooming her ponytail with clammy hands. Alastor was unsure what to make of her nervous disposition. Did she somehow know what he was about to say?

“My dear you seem so discontent… whatever is the matter?” he asked her. Charlie smiled, her lip quivering a bit. She didn’t want him of all people to know what she was really thinking—feeling.

“Just excited for the broadcast today!” Charlie cheered, thrusting her fist in the air. Hoping the fanfare would be enough to help move the conversation along. 

“Ah, yes. Well now that you mention it, I wanted to talk to you about it. You see our scheduled programming very much involves you my dear.” Alastor explained. Charlie’s eyes widening, her head tilting to the side–completely confused.

“Me?” she asked, raising her brows at him. 

“Of course… Who else?” he laughed, just before lifting off the sofa. Walking towards the fireplace. Flames, crackling and popping as Alastor stood before it. HIs infamous smile, glinting in the light as he placed his hands behind his back. 

“Al, what are you ta-talking about? What–what are you asking me?” Charlie stuttered. Alastor spun around and bent down to meet with her eyes. The green light of his power illuminated him as he reached out his hand. Waiting for Charlie to take it. 

“It’s time to pay the pied piper…” He explained, “...we had a deal Charlie and I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘.” Alastor cracked, dials spinning and his voice thicker and more intense than usual. Charlie felt icy running through her veins. Both frightened and intrigued by him though Alastor quickly returned to normal before speaking again as he continued. “Well, I suppose, technically I am asking… for your hand. Your hand in marriage.” the radio demon crooned. 

“Marriage?” was all Charlie could say, staring down at his hand. Feeling like the breath was stolen from within her lungs. “Al, you can’t be serious?” she asked. Wondering to herself if this was some cosmic joke. That while her feelings for him had only grown deeper, she’d be subject to his proposal for nothing but political gain. Alastor having felt nothing for her but as a means to an end. 

“Oh, but I am. Quite as a matter of fact. You marry me and together we become the talk of the town. Alastor and Charlie Morningstar. Princess—and Prince of Hell.”

“What about?” Charlie began, her heart leading before her head could remind her to keep quiet. 

“About what dear…” he asked, waiting impatiently for her to continue, “...go on now, spit it out.”

“About love?”

“Who said anything about love? Love has nothing to do with this. Remember Charlie…Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑.” he hissed. Charlie swallowed back, reaching out her hand to take his. She had no choice. Alastor quickly grabbed onto her and shook. The deal was now satisfied, Charlie would be set to marry Alastor, or she’d lose her soul to him. 

Alastor was thrilled. His plan, now set in motion and there was nothing the Princess or anyone else could do to stop it. Not even Lucifer himself. He would tell the whole of Hell about their nuptials during the broadcast and soon be in a position to take back his freedom. Though Charlie’s mention of love had him curious. 

Did she love him? Who could ever love a thing like him? He was in the breaking and taking of dreams and souls. Nothing that Charlie was feeling would make him change his mind, would it?

As they’re eyes locked, Alastor’s face was still plastered with a smile. The room flooded over with his eerie essence, the thoughts bubbling up in his mind still at a low simmer. HIs shadow began laughing as it traveled the walls, veve appearing all around them–glowing hot and red. Charlie’s eyes filled with tears. The warm liquid, streaming down her face as she realized what she had done. In helping save her people she may have gone and damned them to a worse fate. 

“Damn, must’ve taken it a bit far last night.” Vaggie groaned, rolling over in bed. Her head pounding from the ferocity of her hangover. All she could remember was the pep talk from Husk and powering back shot after shot as Angel and Cherri egged her on. She decided she’d try to get away with lying in bed all day. That was until she felt the weight of an arm slinging over her shoulder. 

“Good morning sweet thing.” Sev whispered in her ear. His tail swayed softly as a big cheshire cat-like grin spread across his face. He was clearly satisfied with the events of the previous night. Vaggie felt sick to her stomach. Suddenly her memories came rushing back. 

They had run into Sev and his sister Trix at the club. Vaggie doing her best to keep a positive rapport, asked them to join the group. After what could only be described as a gluttonous amount of drinking and partying, she remembered them all returning to the hotel. They had staggered in at almost 3 am. 

On the way through the lobby, Vaggie caught sight of Charlie passed out on the sofa. How beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. How content, Vaggie thought, she was without her around. Vaggie’s emotions, running even higher now with the complication of her inebriated state. She allowed them to get the better of her. Angry at Charlie for having given up on them, she had decided she’d had enough. Following Sev, Husk, and Angel upstairs as the anger continued brewing inside her heart.

She remembered walking down the hall, still seething with pain and anger when she began to notice that Angel had been hanging off Husk’s arm. Hearts, practically dancing in his eyes as the two of them made their way to Angel’s room. She was upset—jealous even. Here Husk and Angel were, finally letting the obvious sexual tension between them flourish, and she was left out in the cold. Alone on yet another night while her so-called girlfriend avoided her.

What did you expect? That she’d wait up all night for you to come home and welcome you back with open arms? She thought to herself. She stopped just at her door, staring a moment at the handle before she took a moment to glance down the hall. Watching as Sev went to unlock the door to his room.  Sev happened to see her watching, waving a moment before sensing something was off. 

He approached her, wanting to say good night when Vaggie grabbed onto his arm. Pulling him towards her. Needy eyes painfully staring into his. The two strangers who desperately wanted to feel, leaning into one another. 

Before she knew it, Vaggie had invited him inside. Allowing him to share her bed. The night spent tangled up in each other's limbs. It was something she would have never done, or even considered, when sober. 

That was it. She remembered it all. Feeling the heavy weight of regret when Sev brushed back a bit of her hair from her face. Pulling Vaggie from her thoughts and forcing her to face the present situation. 

“You, ok?” he asked her, clearly having guessed something was wrong from the look on her face. She was tearful, wincing even. Sev was beginning to feel as if maybe he’d crossed a line, but Vaggie had asked him in. He never forced anything. Still, he figured redemption would be off the table had he not at least tried to take responsibility. “Vaggie—I didn’t mean to—” he continued, Vaggie began curling up tight into a ball. 

“It’s alright Sev… it’s not your fault. I just need you to go.” she sniffled back. Sev pulled Vaggie over to face him. The tears, now falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry. For what it’s worth…” he continued, feeling awful about what had happened. He knew Charlie and Vaggie were in a relationship. Still, he had let his lustful desires get the best of him. 

“Just go!” Vaggie yelled, unable to stop herself from sobbing. Sev did as he was asked. Quickly gathering up his things and heading out the door. Vaggie left alone to deal with the consequences of her actions. All she wanted to do was numb the pain. To stop all the hurt from this thing with Charlie. In doing so, she knew she had ruined everything. 

As if things couldn’t get any worse there was a knock on her door. “I said go the fuck away Sev!” Vaggie yelled, forcing herself up out of bed to go scream at him. Angry that he didn’t seem to be getting the point. When she swung the door open, ready to throw hands, she was met face to face with Charlie. 

Vaggie went pale, staring into Charlie’s doe eyes. Eyes that had clearly been crying themselves. This can’t be happening… not now , Vaggie thought to herself. Charlie took a moment to look down the hall. Noticing Sev disappearing into his room. 

“Uh... Vaggie… why was Sev just leaving your room?” she asked. Vaggie held onto her head. Still wrapped in only a sheet from the events of the night before. Her hangover, having a tight grip as she tried to think of what to say.

“Charlie, I—I don’t know what to say.” Vaggie admitted. Charlie had come to tell her about what had happened with Alastor. To find solace in her girlfriend who at one time was also her best friend. As she saw Sev leaving Vaggie’s room, it was clear to Charlie what had happened, but she needed to hear it from Vaggie. 

“Did you—did you sleep with him?” she asked, the look on Vaggie’s face confessing it all. 

“It was an accident. I was just so upset about things between us… You’ve changed Charlie.” Vaggie cried, realizing how awful she sounded, only after the fact.

“Wrong answer!” Charlie hissed, turning around without shedding a tear. Angry at Vaggie’s betrayal, but even more so that she was to blame.

“That’s not…argh… Charlie I didn’t mean!” Vaggie said as she tried chasing Charlie down the hall.

“It’s over Vaggie. Stay or leave. I don't care, but it's over.” Charlie hissed. Running off as Vaggie stood there in silence. 

Notes:

I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘- I'm not asking.

Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑- You owe me.

#evening reblog #new chapter! #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel fanfic #Hazbin Hotel fanfics #Hazbin Hotel fanfiction #Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic) #Sex time with the radio demon #Unconventional relationships #political marriage #Frienemies to lovers #consensual/Non-consensual relationships depicted #flash warning

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I love this a total normal amount lololol

Thank you with all my heart @laisaic on Twitter for bringing the idea to life! I haven´t laughed this hard in a really long time, absolutely SPLENDID work, thank you!❤😂 (Inspired by a certain scene from Close Enough)😂

#alastor x charlie #charlastor #radiobelle #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel art

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I would've loved it if they fought side by side 😭

#i love them #radiobelle #Charlastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel art

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Can you please out a flashing light warning on your fic post?

Sure thing!

⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

added :)

#thanks for the suggestion!

[spenglersglasses]

❤️‍🔥🎙️SINNERS REJOICE!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

Here is the next installment of our beloved Radio demon and his Princess of Hell….

A few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

Anyways here we go for chapter 2!!!!

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 2: Back On the Air

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

Deep in the Pride ring, the music was blasting. Club Hell 666 was popping, neon lights flashing and packed with demons, whose thirst for all that's debaucherous was at an all-time high. Vaggie had been zoning in and out at the table. Her eyes, fixed on the blinking “Powder your nose” sign. Her thoughts, miles away from their celebrations.

Angel, Husk, and Cherri Bomb doing their best to enjoy the night out. They had all taken a moment before that first taste of liquor to pay their respects to Sir Pentious. Even Cherri was unable to hold back the emotion. As the night went on, things had begun to be less somber. 

The group was enjoying the night out, with the exception of Vaggie who still seemed unable to shake things off. She just stared off, the reflection of the sign burning a permanent image in her eyes as things went on around her. Her attention only grabbed when she saw Angel pull a bag of dope from what seemed like nowhere. Hoping to do a few lines with Cherri at the table. Vaggie, unable to help herself from shooting him a look of disapproval. 

“Listen, I said I would behave—never said I’d be a saint.” Angel huffed, both he and Cherri ready to party the night away.

“You sure didn’t bitch.” Cherry Bomb laughed, playfully punching Angel’s shoulder before doing a line herself. Husk rolled his eyes, turning away when he got a good look at Vaggie. Letting out a sigh as he mustered up the will to ask her about how she was feeling. He could read the best of them, and it had been clear to him for some time that the fallen angel had a lot on her mind.

“What's got you all down in the mouth?” Husk inquired. Vaggie shrugged, acting nonchalant. The old cat knew better, shooting closer to her in his chair so they could hear one another a little easier. “Now you know I ain’t buyin’ that bullshit.”

“Hmph…” Vaggie groaned. Damn bastard always knew too much. “It’s Charlie.” she confessed, after all there was not much use in trying to keep things from Husk. It was only a matter of time before he’d have teased it out himself. 

“Ah—figured it might be.” he sighed, relaxing back more into his chair. “You know, we’ve all been through a lot these last few weeks. Give her some time.” he assured her. Vaggie smiled back at him, taking in a deep breath and exhaling hard. Hoping to let go, even if it was just for the night.  

“You’re right…just I feel like things have been different between us… even before all the stuff with the hotel and Heaven. Just seems like it all exacerbated it.” Vaggie explained, Husk nodding his head. 

“Welp, thing is…” he began. Vaggie looking over to him expecting to receive more comforting or reassuring advice. “Sometimes people change… ain’t much we can do about it. All you need to do is be you. If it’s meant to be, she'll come around.” he reasoned. It was hard to hear it, but Vaggie knew it made a lot of sense. So much had happened between them and there was no going back to how things once were, no matter how hard she might try. 

“Will you two stop yapping and live a little!” Angel yelled across the table. Vaggie, smiling over to Husk who sent her back a wink.

“Why the Hell not!” she cheered, raising her glass and deciding to enjoy herself. Her troubles could wait until morning. 

Charlie’s pacing had all but burned a hole in the rug. Back and forth she transverse the lobby. Charlie’s mind spinning with thoughts of Alastor. What was he up to? Why the special broadcast? 

It was still early in the day and Charlie was alone downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be dead asleep. The gang, having all been out into the late-night hours. Not that Charlie had a clue when they had actually come home. Only sign that they’d returned was Angel’s harness thrown haphazardly in the entryway. 

Charlie was exhausted and had once again not even bothered to return to her room. Instead, it had been another night of sleeping in the parlor. Charlie was beginning to wonder if she was subconsciously trying to widen the distance that had been growing between her and Vaggie. Had anyone else noticed?

While she absolutely still loved her, things between them just weren't the same. Though Charlie couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened–it did. She was no longer “in love” with Vaggie. Her heart had changed. Though it both frightened and pained her to think it, her feelings had moved on to another. Someone who no one would have guessed and that she’d never truly have. 

It was a cruel twist of fate. Falling out of love with Vaggie, who had been so loyal and true. Despite all they had been through together Vaggie was always by her side. Why now would she be falling hard and fast in love with the radio demon? She wondered if something in her knew it was happening from that first moment, when he stood in the doorway. Offering up his services to her and the hotel. 

His eyes, his smile—had sent shockwaves through her. Of course, he was being dapper and charming Charlie, that's his schtick, she thought to herself. Wondering if that could really have been enough to win her over? No, it had to have been more than that. There was a vulnerability there. Deep down Alastor had a heart too. His commitment to Charlie and the hotel—to helping all the others. That had proven it—hadn’t it?

“Argh…” Charlie huffed, dropping back down on the sofa. So flustered and head aching. Her hands, coming to rub at her temples. Unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind when she felt that someone else was nearby. Then feeling the pressure of a small foot across the toe of her shoe.  

“Ope! My bad.” Niffty said, scurrying over Charlie’s foot before incessantly scrubbing down the table. Charlie smiled, Niffty was such a big help, it was nice having her around. She had been the only one who stayed home last night–with the exception of Charlie and Alastor. 

“It’s alright.” Charlie chuckled, watching the vivacious little demoness in her duties.

“Thinking about Alastor again?” she asked, seemingly out of the blue. Charlie’s heart felt like it had stopped mid-pump within her chest. She couldn't believe it. 

“What are you talking about?” she asked, hoping to laugh it off. Niffty stared blankly at her, as if she was confused at why Charlie would ask. 

“Because you have a crush on him. I don’t blame you…he’s such a bad boy!” she smiled, continuing her work as if it was nothing. Charlie felt the heat hit her cheeks. How did she know? Did anyone else know?

“Ha ha… you had me going there. Hey why don’t you check out room 237. I hear there is an issue with the bathtub again.” Charlie suggested, trying her best to hide her embarrassment, when she heard the telltale sound of footfalls on the stairs. 

“Just fixed it again this morning. Good thing I like to stay on top of things.” Alastor mused from the staircase. Approaching the two of them, all while dandily twirling his cane. Even though Charlie had just spent the last few minutes adamantly denying it, her heart once again began pounding away at the sight of him. 

Come on Charlie… hold it together, she said to herself. Alastor came to sit down beside her on the sofa. Using his cane to tap Niffty’s busy little hand, causing her to stop and look over at him. Niffty, blinking her one eye and smiling up at him as he patted the top of her head. 

“Listen my little sprite, why don’t you run along. I have some important matters to discuss with our princess.” Alastor suggested. Niffty nodding and running off like mad up the stairs with his request. Charlie wondered what the relationship between the two of them was, though she dare not ask.  

“Everything alright?” Charlie asked, grooming her ponytail with clammy hands. Alastor was unsure what to make of her nervous disposition. Did she somehow know what he was about to say?

“My dear you seem so discontent… whatever is the matter?” he asked her. Charlie smiled, her lip quivering a bit. She didn’t want him of all people to know what she was really thinking—feeling.

“Just excited for the broadcast today!” Charlie cheered, thrusting her fist in the air. Hoping the fanfare would be enough to help move the conversation along. 

“Ah, yes. Well now that you mention it, I wanted to talk to you about it. You see our scheduled programming very much involves you my dear.” Alastor explained. Charlie’s eyes widening, her head tilting to the side–completely confused.

“Me?” she asked, raising her brows at him. 

“Of course… Who else?” he laughed, just before lifting off the sofa. Walking towards the fireplace. Flames, crackling and popping as Alastor stood before it. HIs infamous smile, glinting in the light as he placed his hands behind his back. 

“Al, what are you ta-talking about? What–what are you asking me?” Charlie stuttered. Alastor spun around and bent down to meet with her eyes. The green light of his power illuminated him as he reached out his hand. Waiting for Charlie to take it. 

“It’s time to pay the pied piper…” He explained, “...we had a deal Charlie and I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘.” Alastor cracked, dials spinning and his voice thicker and more intense than usual. Charlie felt icy running through her veins. Both frightened and intrigued by him though Alastor quickly returned to normal before speaking again as he continued. “Well, I suppose, technically I am asking… for your hand. Your hand in marriage.” the radio demon crooned. 

“Marriage?” was all Charlie could say, staring down at his hand. Feeling like the breath was stolen from within her lungs. “Al, you can’t be serious?” she asked. Wondering to herself if this was some cosmic joke. That while her feelings for him had only grown deeper, she’d be subject to his proposal for nothing but political gain. Alastor having felt nothing for her but as a means to an end. 

“Oh, but I am. Quite as a matter of fact. You marry me and together we become the talk of the town. Alastor and Charlie Morningstar. Princess—and Prince of Hell.”

“What about?” Charlie began, her heart leading before her head could remind her to keep quiet. 

“About what dear…” he asked, waiting impatiently for her to continue, “...go on now, spit it out.”

“About love?”

“Who said anything about love? Love has nothing to do with this. Remember Charlie…Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑.” he hissed. Charlie swallowed back, reaching out her hand to take his. She had no choice. Alastor quickly grabbed onto her and shook. The deal was now satisfied, Charlie would be set to marry Alastor, or she’d lose her soul to him. 

Alastor was thrilled. His plan, now set in motion and there was nothing the Princess or anyone else could do to stop it. Not even Lucifer himself. He would tell the whole of Hell about their nuptials during the broadcast and soon be in a position to take back his freedom. Though Charlie’s mention of love had him curious. 

Did she love him? Who could ever love a thing like him? He was in the breaking and taking of dreams and souls. Nothing that Charlie was feeling would make him change his mind, would it?

As they’re eyes locked, Alastor’s face was still plastered with a smile. The room flooded over with his eerie essence, the thoughts bubbling up in his mind still at a low simmer. HIs shadow began laughing as it traveled the walls, veve appearing all around them–glowing hot and red. Charlie’s eyes filled with tears. The warm liquid, streaming down her face as she realized what she had done. In helping save her people she may have gone and damned them to a worse fate. 

“Damn, must’ve taken it a bit far last night.” Vaggie groaned, rolling over in bed. Her head pounding from the ferocity of her hangover. All she could remember was the pep talk from Husk and powering back shot after shot as Angel and Cherri egged her on. She decided she’d try to get away with lying in bed all day. That was until she felt the weight of an arm slinging over her shoulder. 

“Good morning sweet thing.” Sev whispered in her ear. His tail swayed softly as a big cheshire cat-like grin spread across his face. He was clearly satisfied with the events of the previous night. Vaggie felt sick to her stomach. Suddenly her memories came rushing back. 

They had run into Sev and his sister Trix at the club. Vaggie doing her best to keep a positive rapport, asked them to join the group. After what could only be described as a gluttonous amount of drinking and partying, she remembered them all returning to the hotel. They had staggered in at almost 3 am. 

On the way through the lobby, Vaggie caught sight of Charlie passed out on the sofa. How beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. How content, Vaggie thought, she was without her around. Vaggie’s emotions, running even higher now with the complication of her inebriated state. She allowed them to get the better of her. Angry at Charlie for having given up on them, she had decided she’d had enough. Following Sev, Husk, and Angel upstairs as the anger continued brewing inside her heart.

She remembered walking down the hall, still seething with pain and anger when she began to notice that Angel had been hanging off Husk’s arm. Hearts, practically dancing in his eyes as the two of them made their way to Angel’s room. She was upset—jealous even. Here Husk and Angel were, finally letting the obvious sexual tension between them flourish, and she was left out in the cold. Alone on yet another night while her so-called girlfriend avoided her.

What did you expect? That she’d wait up all night for you to come home and welcome you back with open arms? She thought to herself. She stopped just at her door, staring a moment at the handle before she took a moment to glance down the hall. Watching as Sev went to unlock the door to his room.  Sev happened to see her watching, waving a moment before sensing something was off. 

He approached her, wanting to say good night when Vaggie grabbed onto his arm. Pulling him towards her. Needy eyes painfully staring into his. The two strangers who desperately wanted to feel, leaning into one another. 

Before she knew it, Vaggie had invited him inside. Allowing him to share her bed. The night spent tangled up in each other's limbs. It was something she would have never done, or even considered, when sober. 

That was it. She remembered it all. Feeling the heavy weight of regret when Sev brushed back a bit of her hair from her face. Pulling Vaggie from her thoughts and forcing her to face the present situation. 

“You, ok?” he asked her, clearly having guessed something was wrong from the look on her face. She was tearful, wincing even. Sev was beginning to feel as if maybe he’d crossed a line, but Vaggie had asked him in. He never forced anything. Still, he figured redemption would be off the table had he not at least tried to take responsibility. “Vaggie—I didn’t mean to—” he continued, Vaggie began curling up tight into a ball. 

“It’s alright Sev… it’s not your fault. I just need you to go.” she sniffled back. Sev pulled Vaggie over to face him. The tears, now falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry. For what it’s worth…” he continued, feeling awful about what had happened. He knew Charlie and Vaggie were in a relationship. Still, he had let his lustful desires get the best of him. 

“Just go!” Vaggie yelled, unable to stop herself from sobbing. Sev did as he was asked. Quickly gathering up his things and heading out the door. Vaggie left alone to deal with the consequences of her actions. All she wanted to do was numb the pain. To stop all the hurt from this thing with Charlie. In doing so, she knew she had ruined everything. 

As if things couldn’t get any worse there was a knock on her door. “I said go the fuck away Sev!” Vaggie yelled, forcing herself up out of bed to go scream at him. Angry that he didn’t seem to be getting the point. When she swung the door open, ready to throw hands, she was met face to face with Charlie. 

Vaggie went pale, staring into Charlie’s doe eyes. Eyes that had clearly been crying themselves. This can’t be happening… not now , Vaggie thought to herself. Charlie took a moment to look down the hall. Noticing Sev disappearing into his room. 

“Uh... Vaggie… why was Sev just leaving your room?” she asked. Vaggie held onto her head. Still wrapped in only a sheet from the events of the night before. Her hangover, having a tight grip as she tried to think of what to say.

“Charlie, I—I don’t know what to say.” Vaggie admitted. Charlie had come to tell her about what had happened with Alastor. To find solace in her girlfriend who at one time was also her best friend. As she saw Sev leaving Vaggie’s room, it was clear to Charlie what had happened, but she needed to hear it from Vaggie. 

“Did you—did you sleep with him?” she asked, the look on Vaggie’s face confessing it all. 

“It was an accident. I was just so upset about things between us… You’ve changed Charlie.” Vaggie cried, realizing how awful she sounded, only after the fact.

“Wrong answer!” Charlie hissed, turning around without shedding a tear. Angry at Vaggie’s betrayal, but even more so that she was to blame.

“That’s not…argh… Charlie I didn’t mean!” Vaggie said as she tried chasing Charlie down the hall.

“It’s over Vaggie. Stay or leave. I don't care, but it's over.” Charlie hissed. Running off as Vaggie stood there in silence. 

Notes:

I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘- I'm not asking.

Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑- You owe me.

#new chapter! #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel fanfic #Hazbin Hotel fanfics #Hazbin Hotel fanfiction #Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic) #Sex time with the radio demon #Unconventional relationships #political marriage #Frienemies to lovers #consensual/Non-consensual relationships depicted #flash warning

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❤️‍🔥🎙️Hey there fellow SINNERS!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

This is my first and very much-loved endeavor into the Hazbin Hotel fandom!

I know that the canon thought is that Alastor is asexual but in this fic he has a rare change for one person in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

This first chapter is a bit shorter, just for the set up!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 1: A Deal's, A Deal...

Also available HERE on AO3.

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

FḼ̯̔̅A̛̮̬̗̓͡S͚̬̹͋̌͝Ḧ̡̡͓̬̙̎͑͋͒͗͜B̥̠̭͇͚̠̉̾̔̏̍͠Á͉̙̌CK̡͔͔̱̘̣͆̿̈̐͗͝

“I know something you don’t know—” Alastor gleefully professed. His voice, rich with a smug assuredness that only he could have. It was the moment he had been waiting for. A chance that fortune had afforded him. Since the moment the head rolled out of Velvette’s filthy hands, he knew he could gain the upper hand and now was his chance.

“Huh?” Charlie asked, looking over to him in confusion as he approached her. That spine tingling smile, seething with intention, spread wide across his handsome face.  Though she had been warned numerous times about trusting him, she had to know. She was desperate. Betrayed by Vaggie, getting Heaven’s help was a bust, and the extermination was looming on the horizon—what could he know that could help? 

“Those big scary angels are not quite as indestructible as they seem…” he began.

“What are you talking about?” 

“...just that you and your little band of misfits might stand more of a chance than you think.” Alastor continued, fiddling with the leaves that hung precariously from the plant on Charlie’s bedside table.  

“How? I’ll do anything.” she pleaded. The Radio demon began turning back to face her. Amused with himself for having once again gained the upper hand. Delighted as things began to unfurl in his favor. 

“Anything?” He began his eyes growing large. Like deep pools of contemplation. It was clear from the look on his face Alastor was scheming.  

Oh fuck, What have I done ? Charlie asked herself, her mind spinning with the possibilities of what he might ask in return.

“Then—let’s make a deal.” he said, bending forward and offering up his hand. Charlie looked down at it with fear and apprehension. Her heart, pounding inside her chest as she replied. 

“You want my soul?” she asked him, slowly backing away as he seemed to inch towards her in a fluid, confident motion. 

“Your soul….” he began, his voice deepening. His face, turning sinister and cold before returning to his normal visage. “Heavens no! All I need from you is one itty bitty favor.” he explained, playing with her ponytail as he circled around behind her. Charlie tightening up as she felt the heart from the demon's hot breath against her neck. “What's a favor between friends?” he asked, wrapping his arms over her shoulders. Squeezing her tightly against him. His touch, a little too familiar—too intimate. 

Charlie quickly pulled away. Feeling a flash of fear spike within her. She felt it—his heart had been beating as fast as hers, but why? “I won’t hurt anyone for you.” she told him. Standing her ground as best she could.

Alastor perked up. Looking up through his brows as he responded, “Who's asking? One favor at a time of my choosing where you harm no one.” he promised. Charlie began chewing her bottom lip as she considered his proposal. Finding it harder and harder to look him in the eye. Though his own red, hot eyes were fixed on her. 

“...in return I tell you what I know… do we have a deal?” he continued, spinning his cane and once again reaching out his hand to shake on it. Alastor, knowing full well what he would come to ask in return. Razzle and dazzle growling at him as if they could since his sinister intentions. Charlie swallowed back the knot in her throat. Her people meant everything to her and no matter what he would ask, it would be worth the price of their salvation—wouldn’t it? 

“Deal.” she said, her horn buds began to appear. Budding out beneath her blonde tresses. Eyes glowing red as she took Alastor’s hand. As they shook hands, the power between them began emanating a haunting green light. Alastor’s true form, stitched and ominous, flickering before her. His power sealing their agreement—it was too late to go back now. Once a deal was made with the Radio Demon only the soul’s destruction could undo it. The spirits of hell began howling as they swirled around them. The hotel became shadowed in Alastor’s magic, alerting Hazbin’s inhabitants to what had happened. 

"No… No!” Vaggie pleaded, racing up the stairs before breaking into Charlie’s room. Horrified to see them hand in hand.

“Right on cue.” Alastor remarked, grinning ear to ear as Vaggie stood dumbfounded in the doorway. Pleased that she was too late to stop it. The deal was done.         

- 3 Months later -

“Yeah, well I think it’s a great plan… after all ole’ scales would appreciate the sentiment.” Angel Dust remarked, leaning back against the red velvet cabriole sofa and crossing his legs. He and husk had been discussing a night out for some time. It was clear that while the imminent threat of extermination was over, it was only a matter of time before something else happened. All of them reveling in the calm before the storm, figured it would be a good time to go out and celebrate. 

The hotel had just finished renovations. Things were going smoothly between residents, and now was as good a time as any to memorialize their friend Sir Pentious. With a round of drinks and debauchery, Husk and Angel would drag the rest of the crew with them. Even Cherri Bomb agreed to come, feeling the need of a good pick me up and some blow. Sorrowful herself at the passing of her admirer though surely, she’d never admit it.

“Nah… I don’t feel like it. You all go without me.” Vaggie huffed. Chiming up from the bar stool as she waited for the feline bartender to pour her another shot. 

Suit yourself.” Hush said, his voice gruff as ever as he handed her the glass. Both he and Angel, rolling their eyes at one another. 

“Oh come on.” Angel sneered. They had all been frustrated with her lately. Vaggie had been a bit of a killjoy for a while. Things between her and Charlie never seemed to recover as she revealed herself to be an angel. While Charlie told her that they would move on and grow from it, she wasn’t too sure. Charlie was preoccupied it seemed and even more consumed with her goals than before. Vaggie was beginning to wonder where she fit in—jealous even at the Hotel for stealing away her girlfriend’s attention. 

“Listen you gotta let loose toots, might help pull that stick you have wedged in your ass—unless you’re into that sorta thing.” Angel shrugged. Vaggie squinting and mocking.

“Well…” Vaggie began, throwing back the shot of whiskey and wiping the remnants from her mouth on her sleeve. “Fine then.” she reluctantly agreed, the room of miscreants cheering her on.

She was thankful the majority of it remained. Holding the gnawed-on scraps close to her chest, before reading. Thankfully it seemed Emily was making progress. Requesting to speak with the counsel of Archangels. 

“Argh, now where did I put that damn thing?” Charlie said, rummaging around her desk. Razzle fluttering around behind her, pieces of paper sticking out of the corners of their mouth. Charlie, turning to face her fluffy royal servant, looking guilty as sin. “Did you? Ah!” Charlie groaned, sending them a stern look, half smiling at their antics before finding the chewed-up letter on the ground. 

The letter was the first of what Charlie hoped to be many correspondences from her Angel friend. Knowing that it was important to both of them that they find out the truth behind the exterminations and find out what exactly would allow her people absolution. Though it had been a while since they talked, things had been looking up. The hotel was even host to a few new residents. 

Sev and Trix, two twin sphinxlike sinners off the streets, with the most potential. Coming to join them in hopes of avoiding the next inevitable extermination. Not quite the reasons Charlie had hoped to attract guests, but reason enough to start since no one had been officially saved as of yet. Charlie, however, was more determined than ever. If Heaven wouldn’t help her, she’d find another way. 

She sat back down at her desk, staring out of her window at Pentagram City. It seemed the Pride Ring never looked as beautiful. Despite the fires and the occasional scream, it was her own little piece of Heaven. Charlie then was startled by the sound of tuning. Alastor was broadcasting something from his tower. The sounds, cracking in and out before finally she could hear him speak.

“Hello my faithful, unsavory auditors!” he crooned. “Don’t touch that dial. You heard right—Alastor your favorite host is back! Stay tuned tomorrow for a Special Broadcast…Ȯ̱͓̻̘̒̃̈́̀͟N͍͂Ĕ̡̼̖̅͞ ̫̺͕̊̌͞Y̞̖̩̜̋̊̀̅͘͜Ō͕͚̭̥͌̋̕Ư̢̧̟̱̪̑̊̀͞ ̫̮͉̀̔̒W̳̖̓̌O̡̫̭͂́̿̉ͅN̦̪̼̬̞̓́͑̚̚'̘͍̈́͋T̻͍́̊ ̗̝͔̀̓͝Ẅ̯A̡̼̮͆̍̄͘ͅN̨͔͌͊T̹̤̪̱̆̈́̑̿ ̭̺̳̃͆̇T̢̥̺̜̂̅̈́̄̊͜Ȏ̩̊͜ ̺͙͒͐̒͢MI̎͢Š̢S͇̠̻̪̈́̓̐̎.” he finished, dropping off air as fast as he came. Leaving the pride ring a buzz with his impending return to form–wondering whose screams would grace the airwaves. 

Charlie found herself deep in thought. Ever since they shook hands things had changed, though she wasn’t quite sure how. She found herself often looking at Alastor. At first not thinking much of it, but realizing as he came close to her, that she couldn’t help but feel flush. Rosey-cheeks, more pinkened at the thought of him. That dapper way he had about him and his charming but menacing smile. 

She felt ashamed—disturbed even for having the thought. Surely Alastor had no such interest in her. Rosie had all but confirmed as much. Somewhere deep down, however, she wished things might be different. 

In quiet moments her mind would drag her down into the abyss. That dark place where her hidden desires to be all consumed by the Radio demon lie. Their flesh melting together as one, with his quick, witty oration tantalizing her ears. His eyes locked on her, and she could almost feel the fabric of his coat beneath her fingertips. 

“Argh… what is wrong with you?” she asked herself, holding her head in her hands. Frustrated with herself as she contemplated what he was up to. Her heartbeat, betraying her. 

In the recesses of his broadcast tower, Alastor sat back in his chair. Fingers, intertwining as his shadow danced along the walls. Alastor deep in thought as it tempted him to speak. Growing as impatient as he. Subconsciously waiting for the right moment to strike.  

“Soon.” Alastor hummed, his shadow smirking back at him. The sounds of crackling and distant radio sounds swirling in the air. Alastor was as powerful as ever and would grow only more so. While he had come close, too close, to perishing at the hands of the Angelic exterminators—the fight wasn’t over yet. 

“If they think I can be undone by some uptight, winged twit, Ţ̰̲͕̓̐̌͟͞͠H̪̯̽̾Ë̩́Y̬̌ ͙̮̳̥͋̑̄̽̅͜Ḩ̭̂̾Ā̭̝̯̗͇̾̇̏͡V̤͇̊͌È͙̠̹̐̿ ̯͉͐͆A̖̗̽̿N͔̣͗́̂͜O̟̣̗̟̅̾͂͞T͔͇̋͊H̪̲̾̄E̮̦̬̹͎͊̉̃̀̈́Ř̝ ̨̺̱͑͆̆TH̛̥̙̙̑̀̋͟IN̛̻̬͕̮͋̎̄G̫͇̯͋̾̕ ̱̳̉̆Č̖̣̣̎̂O̧̡̗̖͆͂̅͡M̛̘̫̞̽̓I̢͈̟͐͡͡N͍̑G.” he hissed. Static filling the room as his shadow beamed. Contorting around him as Alastor’s true form came peeking out from within. Laughing at the foolishness of anyone thinning that he was weak—Alastor knew better. 

It would take more than that to have him running away, tail tucked between his legs. He had much bigger fish to fry. He was however reminded after the close call that the time to call in his favor was close at hand. Deciding to embark on something, dare he say no one had ever imagined. The clock, ticking in his ears, reminding him that he was on borrowed time. The thought of it engulfed him in flames. Interference and static hissing and cracking as his Shadow disappeared. His antlers, growing in size as his blood began boiling—steaming hot. Angry at his forced servitude to HER. 

Suddenly it all went back to normal. Alastor, taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes to the whole of Pentagram City before him.  Returning to his usual form, he stood up. Adjusting his monocle and tapping his cane to adjust his voice. His shadow, reappearing as he set his path back into the hotel. 

“Seems almost too perfect a chance to pass up my dark, looming friend. Our beloved Princess will have no idea what hit her. Though surely, I won't be getting down on one knee.” Alastor chuckled as he disappeared into the darkness.

Great Alastor, the Radio Demon, would become Prince of Hell. Taking Charlie as his bride. 

NOTES:

Ȯ̱͓̻̘̒̃̈́̀͟N͍͂Ĕ̡̼̖̅͞ ̫̺͕̊̌͞Y̞̖̩̜̋̊̀̅͘͜Ō͕͚̭̥͌̋̕Ư̢̧̟̱̪̑̊̀͞ ̫̮͉̀̔̒W̳̖̓̌O̡̫̭͂́̿̉ͅN̦̪̼̬̞̓́͑̚̚'̘͍̈́͋T̻͍́̊ ̗̝͔̀̓͝Ẅ̯A̡̼̮͆̍̄͘ͅN̨͔͌͊T̹̤̪̱̆̈́̑̿ ̭̺̳̃͆̇T̢̥̺̜̂̅̈́̄̊͜Ȏ̩̊͜ ̺͙͒͐̒͢MI̎͢Š̢S͇̠̻̪̈́̓̐̎.- One you won’t want to miss.

Ţ̰̲͕̓̐̌͟͞͠H̪̯̽̾Ë̩́Y̬̌ ͙̮̳̥͋̑̄̽̅͜Ḩ̭̂̾Ā̭̝̯̗͇̾̇̏͡V̤͇̊͌È͙̠̹̐̿ ̯͉͐͆A̖̗̽̿N͔̣͗́̂͜O̟̣̗̟̅̾͂͞T͔͇̋͊H̪̲̾̄E̮̦̬̹͎͊̉̃̀̈́Ř̝ ̨̺̱͑͆̆TH̛̥̙̙̑̀̋͟IN̛̻̬͕̮͋̎̄G̫͇̯͋̾̕ ̱̳̉̆Č̖̣̣̎̂O̧̡̗̖͆͂̅͡M̛̘̫̞̽̓I̢͈̟͐͡͡N͍̑G- They have another thing coming.

#next day reblog #new fic! #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel fanfic #Hazbin Hotel fanfics #Hazbin Hotel fanfiction #Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic) #Sex time with the radio demon #Unconventional relationships #political marriage #Frienemies to lovers #consensual/Non-consensual relationships depicted

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❤️‍🔥🎙️Hey there fellow SINNERS!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

This is my first and very much-loved endeavor into the Hazbin Hotel fandom!

I know that the canon thought is that Alastor is asexual but in this fic he has a rare change for one person in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

This first chapter is a bit shorter, just for the set up!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 1: A Deal's, A Deal...

Also available HERE on AO3.

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

FḼ̯̔̅A̛̮̬̗̓͡S͚̬̹͋̌͝Ḧ̡̡͓̬̙̎͑͋͒͗͜B̥̠̭͇͚̠̉̾̔̏̍͠Á͉̙̌CK̡͔͔̱̘̣͆̿̈̐͗͝

“I know something you don’t know—” Alastor gleefully professed. His voice, rich with a smug assuredness that only he could have. It was the moment he had been waiting for. A chance that fortune had afforded him. Since the moment the head rolled out of Velvette’s filthy hands, he knew he could gain the upper hand and now was his chance.

“Huh?” Charlie asked, looking over to him in confusion as he approached her. That spine tingling smile, seething with intention, spread wide across his handsome face.  Though she had been warned numerous times about trusting him, she had to know. She was desperate. Betrayed by Vaggie, getting Heaven’s help was a bust, and the extermination was looming on the horizon—what could he know that could help? 

“Those big scary angels are not quite as indestructible as they seem…” he began.

“What are you talking about?” 

“...just that you and your little band of misfits might stand more of a chance than you think.” Alastor continued, fiddling with the leaves that hung precariously from the plant on Charlie’s bedside table.  

“How? I’ll do anything.” she pleaded. The Radio demon began turning back to face her. Amused with himself for having once again gained the upper hand. Delighted as things began to unfurl in his favor. 

“Anything?” He began his eyes growing large. Like deep pools of contemplation. It was clear from the look on his face Alastor was scheming.  

Oh fuck, What have I done ? Charlie asked herself, her mind spinning with the possibilities of what he might ask in return.

“Then—let’s make a deal.” he said, bending forward and offering up his hand. Charlie looked down at it with fear and apprehension. Her heart, pounding inside her chest as she replied. 

“You want my soul?” she asked him, slowly backing away as he seemed to inch towards her in a fluid, confident motion. 

“Your soul….” he began, his voice deepening. His face, turning sinister and cold before returning to his normal visage. “Heavens no! All I need from you is one itty bitty favor.” he explained, playing with her ponytail as he circled around behind her. Charlie tightening up as she felt the heart from the demon's hot breath against her neck. “What's a favor between friends?” he asked, wrapping his arms over her shoulders. Squeezing her tightly against him. His touch, a little too familiar—too intimate. 

Charlie quickly pulled away. Feeling a flash of fear spike within her. She felt it—his heart had been beating as fast as hers, but why? “I won’t hurt anyone for you.” she told him. Standing her ground as best she could.

Alastor perked up. Looking up through his brows as he responded, “Who's asking? One favor at a time of my choosing where you harm no one.” he promised. Charlie began chewing her bottom lip as she considered his proposal. Finding it harder and harder to look him in the eye. Though his own red, hot eyes were fixed on her. 

“...in return I tell you what I know… do we have a deal?” he continued, spinning his cane and once again reaching out his hand to shake on it. Alastor, knowing full well what he would come to ask in return. Razzle and dazzle growling at him as if they could since his sinister intentions. Charlie swallowed back the knot in her throat. Her people meant everything to her and no matter what he would ask, it would be worth the price of their salvation—wouldn’t it? 

“Deal.” she said, her horn buds began to appear. Budding out beneath her blonde tresses. Eyes glowing red as she took Alastor’s hand. As they shook hands, the power between them began emanating a haunting green light. Alastor’s true form, stitched and ominous, flickering before her. His power sealing their agreement—it was too late to go back now. Once a deal was made with the Radio Demon only the soul’s destruction could undo it. The spirits of hell began howling as they swirled around them. The hotel became shadowed in Alastor’s magic, alerting Hazbin’s inhabitants to what had happened. 

"No… No!” Vaggie pleaded, racing up the stairs before breaking into Charlie’s room. Horrified to see them hand in hand.

“Right on cue.” Alastor remarked, grinning ear to ear as Vaggie stood dumbfounded in the doorway. Pleased that she was too late to stop it. The deal was done.         

- 3 Months later -

“Yeah, well I think it’s a great plan… after all ole’ scales would appreciate the sentiment.” Angel Dust remarked, leaning back against the red velvet cabriole sofa and crossing his legs. He and husk had been discussing a night out for some time. It was clear that while the imminent threat of extermination was over, it was only a matter of time before something else happened. All of them reveling in the calm before the storm, figured it would be a good time to go out and celebrate. 

The hotel had just finished renovations. Things were going smoothly between residents, and now was as good a time as any to memorialize their friend Sir Pentious. With a round of drinks and debauchery, Husk and Angel would drag the rest of the crew with them. Even Cherri Bomb agreed to come, feeling the need of a good pick me up and some blow. Sorrowful herself at the passing of her admirer though surely, she’d never admit it.

“Nah… I don’t feel like it. You all go without me.” Vaggie huffed. Chiming up from the bar stool as she waited for the feline bartender to pour her another shot. 

Suit yourself.” Hush said, his voice gruff as ever as he handed her the glass. Both he and Angel, rolling their eyes at one another. 

“Oh come on.” Angel sneered. They had all been frustrated with her lately. Vaggie had been a bit of a killjoy for a while. Things between her and Charlie never seemed to recover as she revealed herself to be an angel. While Charlie told her that they would move on and grow from it, she wasn’t too sure. Charlie was preoccupied it seemed and even more consumed with her goals than before. Vaggie was beginning to wonder where she fit in—jealous even at the Hotel for stealing away her girlfriend’s attention. 

“Listen you gotta let loose toots, might help pull that stick you have wedged in your ass—unless you’re into that sorta thing.” Angel shrugged. Vaggie squinting and mocking.

“Well…” Vaggie began, throwing back the shot of whiskey and wiping the remnants from her mouth on her sleeve. “Fine then.” she reluctantly agreed, the room of miscreants cheering her on.

She was thankful the majority of it remained. Holding the gnawed-on scraps close to her chest, before reading. Thankfully it seemed Emily was making progress. Requesting to speak with the counsel of Archangels. 

“Argh, now where did I put that damn thing?” Charlie said, rummaging around her desk. Razzle fluttering around behind her, pieces of paper sticking out of the corners of their mouth. Charlie, turning to face her fluffy royal servant, looking guilty as sin. “Did you? Ah!” Charlie groaned, sending them a stern look, half smiling at their antics before finding the chewed-up letter on the ground. 

The letter was the first of what Charlie hoped to be many correspondences from her Angel friend. Knowing that it was important to both of them that they find out the truth behind the exterminations and find out what exactly would allow her people absolution. Though it had been a while since they talked, things had been looking up. The hotel was even host to a few new residents. 

Sev and Trix, two twin sphinxlike sinners off the streets, with the most potential. Coming to join them in hopes of avoiding the next inevitable extermination. Not quite the reasons Charlie had hoped to attract guests, but reason enough to start since no one had been officially saved as of yet. Charlie, however, was more determined than ever. If Heaven wouldn’t help her, she’d find another way. 

She sat back down at her desk, staring out of her window at Pentagram City. It seemed the Pride Ring never looked as beautiful. Despite the fires and the occasional scream, it was her own little piece of Heaven. Charlie then was startled by the sound of tuning. Alastor was broadcasting something from his tower. The sounds, cracking in and out before finally she could hear him speak.

“Hello my faithful, unsavory auditors!” he crooned. “Don’t touch that dial. You heard right—Alastor your favorite host is back! Stay tuned tomorrow for a Special Broadcast…Ȯ̱͓̻̘̒̃̈́̀͟N͍͂Ĕ̡̼̖̅͞ ̫̺͕̊̌͞Y̞̖̩̜̋̊̀̅͘͜Ō͕͚̭̥͌̋̕Ư̢̧̟̱̪̑̊̀͞ ̫̮͉̀̔̒W̳̖̓̌O̡̫̭͂́̿̉ͅN̦̪̼̬̞̓́͑̚̚'̘͍̈́͋T̻͍́̊ ̗̝͔̀̓͝Ẅ̯A̡̼̮͆̍̄͘ͅN̨͔͌͊T̹̤̪̱̆̈́̑̿ ̭̺̳̃͆̇T̢̥̺̜̂̅̈́̄̊͜Ȏ̩̊͜ ̺͙͒͐̒͢MI̎͢Š̢S͇̠̻̪̈́̓̐̎.” he finished, dropping off air as fast as he came. Leaving the pride ring a buzz with his impending return to form–wondering whose screams would grace the airwaves. 

Charlie found herself deep in thought. Ever since they shook hands things had changed, though she wasn’t quite sure how. She found herself often looking at Alastor. At first not thinking much of it, but realizing as he came close to her, that she couldn’t help but feel flush. Rosey-cheeks, more pinkened at the thought of him. That dapper way he had about him and his charming but menacing smile. 

She felt ashamed—disturbed even for having the thought. Surely Alastor had no such interest in her. Rosie had all but confirmed as much. Somewhere deep down, however, she wished things might be different. 

In quiet moments her mind would drag her down into the abyss. That dark place where her hidden desires to be all consumed by the Radio demon lie. Their flesh melting together as one, with his quick, witty oration tantalizing her ears. His eyes locked on her, and she could almost feel the fabric of his coat beneath her fingertips. 

“Argh… what is wrong with you?” she asked herself, holding her head in her hands. Frustrated with herself as she contemplated what he was up to. Her heartbeat, betraying her. 

In the recesses of his broadcast tower, Alastor sat back in his chair. Fingers, intertwining as his shadow danced along the walls. Alastor deep in thought as it tempted him to speak. Growing as impatient as he. Subconsciously waiting for the right moment to strike.  

“Soon.” Alastor hummed, his shadow smirking back at him. The sounds of crackling and distant radio sounds swirling in the air. Alastor was as powerful as ever and would grow only more so. While he had come close, too close, to perishing at the hands of the Angelic exterminators—the fight wasn’t over yet. 

“If they think I can be undone by some uptight, winged twit, Ţ̰̲͕̓̐̌͟͞͠H̪̯̽̾Ë̩́Y̬̌ ͙̮̳̥͋̑̄̽̅͜Ḩ̭̂̾Ā̭̝̯̗͇̾̇̏͡V̤͇̊͌È͙̠̹̐̿ ̯͉͐͆A̖̗̽̿N͔̣͗́̂͜O̟̣̗̟̅̾͂͞T͔͇̋͊H̪̲̾̄E̮̦̬̹͎͊̉̃̀̈́Ř̝ ̨̺̱͑͆̆TH̛̥̙̙̑̀̋͟IN̛̻̬͕̮͋̎̄G̫͇̯͋̾̕ ̱̳̉̆Č̖̣̣̎̂O̧̡̗̖͆͂̅͡M̛̘̫̞̽̓I̢͈̟͐͡͡N͍̑G.” he hissed. Static filling the room as his shadow beamed. Contorting around him as Alastor’s true form came peeking out from within. Laughing at the foolishness of anyone thinning that he was weak—Alastor knew better. 

It would take more than that to have him running away, tail tucked between his legs. He had much bigger fish to fry. He was however reminded after the close call that the time to call in his favor was close at hand. Deciding to embark on something, dare he say no one had ever imagined. The clock, ticking in his ears, reminding him that he was on borrowed time. The thought of it engulfed him in flames. Interference and static hissing and cracking as his Shadow disappeared. His antlers, growing in size as his blood began boiling—steaming hot. Angry at his forced servitude to HER. 

Suddenly it all went back to normal. Alastor, taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes to the whole of Pentagram City before him.  Returning to his usual form, he stood up. Adjusting his monocle and tapping his cane to adjust his voice. His shadow, reappearing as he set his path back into the hotel. 

“Seems almost too perfect a chance to pass up my dark, looming friend. Our beloved Princess will have no idea what hit her. Though surely, I won't be getting down on one knee.” Alastor chuckled as he disappeared into the darkness.

Great Alastor, the Radio Demon, would become Prince of Hell. Taking Charlie as his bride. 

NOTES:

Ȯ̱͓̻̘̒̃̈́̀͟N͍͂Ĕ̡̼̖̅͞ ̫̺͕̊̌͞Y̞̖̩̜̋̊̀̅͘͜Ō͕͚̭̥͌̋̕Ư̢̧̟̱̪̑̊̀͞ ̫̮͉̀̔̒W̳̖̓̌O̡̫̭͂́̿̉ͅN̦̪̼̬̞̓́͑̚̚'̘͍̈́͋T̻͍́̊ ̗̝͔̀̓͝Ẅ̯A̡̼̮͆̍̄͘ͅN̨͔͌͊T̹̤̪̱̆̈́̑̿ ̭̺̳̃͆̇T̢̥̺̜̂̅̈́̄̊͜Ȏ̩̊͜ ̺͙͒͐̒͢MI̎͢Š̢S͇̠̻̪̈́̓̐̎.- One you won’t want to miss.

Ţ̰̲͕̓̐̌͟͞͠H̪̯̽̾Ë̩́Y̬̌ ͙̮̳̥͋̑̄̽̅͜Ḩ̭̂̾Ā̭̝̯̗͇̾̇̏͡V̤͇̊͌È͙̠̹̐̿ ̯͉͐͆A̖̗̽̿N͔̣͗́̂͜O̟̣̗̟̅̾͂͞T͔͇̋͊H̪̲̾̄E̮̦̬̹͎͊̉̃̀̈́Ř̝ ̨̺̱͑͆̆TH̛̥̙̙̑̀̋͟IN̛̻̬͕̮͋̎̄G̫͇̯͋̾̕ ̱̳̉̆Č̖̣̣̎̂O̧̡̗̖͆͂̅͡M̛̘̫̞̽̓I̢͈̟͐͡͡N͍̑G- They have another thing coming.

#new fic! #Hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel fanfic #Hazbin Hotel fanfics #Hazbin Hotel fanfiction #Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic) #Sex time with the radio demon #Unconventional relationships #political marriage #Frienemies to lovers #consensual/Non-consensual relationships depicted

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🎙️❤️‍🔥 SOON ❤️‍🔥🎙️

#Alastor x Charlie #charlie x alastor #Radiobelle #Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Alastor #Romance #Angst #Drama #Power Play #Ren writes #vivzieverse #Canon/Non-Canon AU #vivziepop #A Deals a deal #Love is a helluvah thing #Asexual Alastor makes an exception for Charlie (non-aromatic)

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If you are taking asks... Is there anyway you can do a reimagining of how things would have gone down if Venkman had turned out to be Oscars father?

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

I am! Thank you for this!

Timelines are obviously being ignored in this, so just keep that in mind 😅

Available here on Ao3

SFW, under the cut for length

He's Yours

There were several reasons Dana didn't want to see Peter again. She wasn't surprised when he pushed past Egon and Ray and stepped into her apartment. She knew how he would act, what he would say. That was one reason, and she was right. His smugness, his attempted groveling… Damn her for still loving him…

And then the other, more life-changing reason. The secret she’d been keeping for two years now. Part of her worried that he'd know as soon as Peter saw Oscar. That was probably silly, but between what had happened on the street with Oscar in his carriage and the threat of Peter finding out the truth… Dana was filled with trepidation. She thought maybe she could keep the two apart, but that was wishful thinking. The other part of her, the part that wasn’t worrying, wanted Peter to know. She wanted to tell Peter the truth so badly.

While Ray and Egon had been in Oscar’s room, Peter was alone with Oscar… Dana could hear Peter talking to him, but for the moment, she tried to help the others, wanting to give them all the information she could. But when she returned to the dining room, she froze upon seeing Peter holding Oscar. They might have been goofing off, but it made Dana choke up a bit. This is how it should be, father and son… Why didn’t I tell him sooner?

“Peter?” she murmured as she approached.

He glanced over his shoulder at her before turning to face her.

“He had some sort of clear liquid coming out of his mouth,” Peter said as if that explained why he'd been pretending Oscar had been biting his nose.

“Well, that happens,” Dana murmured, lightly rubbing Oscar's back.

Peter then moved to lean against the table, still playing with Oscar. He was a natural. I have to tell him…

“Well…” Dana began, the words fighting to get out. He’s yours, Peter. You’re finally getting to hold your son, and you don’t even know it. “What do you think?” she asked instead, managing to keep the trepidation out of her voice.

“Well, he’s ugly. I mean, he’s not Elephant Man, ugly, he’s not attractive,” Peter joked, a smile in his voice. “Was his father ugly?”

“Don’t listen,” Dana said to Oscar. If only he knew he was talking about himself…

“And he stinks,” Peter went on. “You’re ripe, senior!” Oscar giggled. Peter then glanced briefly at Dana. “Did his father stink? Yeah? Daddy was a smelly, huh? What’s your name?”

“His name is Oscar.”

“Oh, named after a hot dog! You poor man! You poor poor man!” Peter cried in exaggerated lamentation. 

“But seriously, there’s nothing… there’s nothing unusual about him, is there?” Dana asked, half hoping he'd pick up on her trepidation and call it out.

Peter looked thoughtful. “Well, I don’t have a lot of experience with babies.” He then smiled at Oscar. “But you’re excited now because Mama’s here to take your stool sample! Right, Mama?” Peter said, handing Oscar off to Dana.

As their hands touched, Dana nearly gave in again. Oh, Peter, I've missed you so much…

With Peter helping Ray and Egon figure out what had happened to Oscar, Dana honestly felt better about all of it. Despite everything, and not just because she still loved him, she trusted Peter implicitly.

She should trust him enough to tell him the truth.

***

Maybe it had been a mistake going directly to Peter after her bathtub attacked her and Oscar, but Dana hadn't even thought. She just moved. And the one place she'd feel absolutely and totally safe was with Peter. That's just all there was to it.

Maybe he was just being his usual self, but she liked to think he was acting goofy as a way to distract her. Dana knew she was visibly shaken, and Peter seemed to be going out of his way to lighten the mood. She appreciated it. It made things feel a little more normal.

What wasn't normal was being back in his apartment. It felt like it had forever and yet no time at all. It was just as she remembered it, though messier. It was odd sitting on his bed again, too… The last night she'd been here was the night Oscar had been conceived… 

That thought made her nervous. Dana was half worried Peter might be able to read her thoughts, that maybe his work with ESP finally paid off. But that was silly, she told herself. He'd probably know already.

But even so, she didn't want to share a bed with him. That was asking for trouble, no matter how much Dana missed getting to sleep in his arms.

“How about you on the sofa and me and the baby in the bed?” she said.

“It’s the way to go,” Peter said, scooting up to sit on the edge of the bed.

She hadn’t expected him to relent so easily. She also didn’t expect the smile he gave her. “It’s so late, I really gotta put him down…”

“May I?”

Dana blinked in surprise. “Yeah, if you want to.”

She should have known better, but Peter's actions still put a smile on her face. Peter leaned down closer to Oscar and pointed at him.

“You’re short, your belly button sticks out too far, and you’re a terrible burden on your poor mother.”

In all the time she’d known Peter, she’d never seen this kind of smile on his face when he interacted with Oscar. Even more surprising was when Peter reached up to lightly rub Oscar’s cheek with the side of his finger. It was such an affectionate gesture…

“Peter?” Dana murmured.

“Yeah?” 

Peter looked up at her with that soft smile he used to give her back when things had still been good between them, the one that she convinced herself meant he loved her. She'd longed to see it again for so long…

She swallowed hard and looked down. “You're really good with him.”

“Ah, well, we're just a couple of big kids, aren't we, Oscar?”

“I'm serious, Peter. You'd make a great father.”

He looked genuinely shocked, blinking a few times as he processed the words. Dana smirked.

“Is Peter Venkman finally at a loss for words?” she teased.

He opened his mouth to respond, likely with some quip to defuse the seriousness, but then he closed his mouth, looking down at Oscar. Now, Dana was the one genuinely surprised.

“No one's ever said that to me before…” he admitted quietly.

“I have,” she said. “But I don't think you wanted to hear it before.”

It seemed he couldn't look at her, but she was used to that. When something serious needed to be said, Peter never wanted to look anyone in the eye. Gone was any smugness. 

“I meant what I said the other day. You'd have been better off marrying me. I wouldn't have left you…”

Tears pricked Dana's eyes. “I know,” she whispered.

He finally managed to look up at her. They simply gazed at each other for a few moments, everything left unsaid weighing heavily between them.

“I guess I should let you get some sleep,” Peter finally said. “You two are probably exhausted after almost being eaten by a bathtub.”

Dana smiled. “Yeah, I'd like to get some rest.”

“Well, you know where I'll be,” he said, climbing off the bed and gathering up what he needed to sleep in. “You know, in case you get lonely.”

She nearly gave in, taking him up on his offer to sleep in the same bed again, but she wasn't ready for that. “Thanks. Goodnight, Peter.”

Peter gave her a genuine smile. “Night, Dana. And goodnight, Oscar!”

Oscar cooed quietly, smiling up at Peter. Dana waited until Peter closed the door before leaning closer to Oscar. 

“Someday soon, he'll know who you really are. You deserve to have a father, and your father deserves to know about his son.” She kissed Oscar's forehead. “And your father deserves a second chance from me.”

***

Dana was thrilled that Peter had invited her out to dinner. More so than she thought she would be. 

She had missed this, missed him. She couldn't help but kiss him. Peter gave her his signature smirk. 

“You really did miss me, didn't you?” he teased.

Dana remained serious, a faint, smitten smile on her face. “Yes. Yes, I really did.”

To her surprise, his expression softened. “Don't tell anyone, but I missed you, too.”

Tell him. Tell him now. Dana took a deep breath. “Peter, there's something I need to—”

She broke off, interrupted by a sudden commotion from the other side of the restaurant. Maybe she shouldn't have been shocked to see Ray, Egon, and Winston show up, but the shock was more so at the state of their undress, coupled with the fact that they were covered in slime.

“Hold that thought,” Peter muttered, obviously annoyed at the interruption.

Dana sat back, half paying attention to what was being said until they mentioned the museum. And then Peter was gone, leaving Dana to go home alone. Home… how quickly his apartment became home.

But then Oscar had been taken, kidnapped. Aside from her frantic desire to get her son back, she desperately wished for Peter.

Peter, our baby needs you!

***

Once the dust had settled from the wildest — and scariest — New Year’s Dana had ever experienced, she stuck close to Peter because of course she did. He never even asked if she wanted to go home to her apartment as if it was some unspoken thing that she would return with him to his. Neither made a comment about it.

When Dana returned to the living room, Peter was holding Oscar, pacing the room and bouncing him a bit, talking quietly to him. Dana watched them for a moment. Now was the time; it had to be. This couldn't wait any longer.

Peter looked at her and smiled as she approached. “See? There's Mama!”

“Peter… I want to— I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, shoot. I'm all ears.”

Dana could only look at Oscar as she spoke and soothed herself by gently rubbing his arm. “He's yours.”

Peter didn't stop lightly bouncing Oscar in his arms. “He's my what?”

“No, Peter, he's yours. He's your son.”

Now, he stilled, and Dana glanced up at him, finding him staring at her. “My— Mine? He's my—” He looked down at Oscar. “Well, maybe you're not so ugly.”

He turned and wandered away, gazing down at Oscar. Dana watched, torn between feeling relieved and anxious. She hesitantly took a step forward.

“Peter?”

“Would you believe part of me hoped that was the case?” He was quiet for another moment before turning to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Dana looked away, ashamed. “With how you were acting about marriage… I didn’t think you’d want kids. And besides, we were no longer seeing each other when I found out I was pregnant. Oh, Peter, I’m so sorry… I didn’t want it to be this way, and that’s why I’m telling you now.” She stepped up to him and put a hand on his arm. “If I could take it back, I would. I want you in Oscar’s life, and I want you in mine.”

Peter continued to stare for a moment before looking at Oscar. “You both deserve better than me.”

Dana lifted her hand to his cheek. “I don’t want anyone but you. If I’ve realized anything over these past two years, it’s how much, despite everything, I still love you. I love you so much, Peter.”

Again, there was no smugness on his face. In fact, he seemed to get pretty emotional. Emotional for Peter. “You mean that?”

She nodded, unable to hold back her tears anymore. “Yes, I mean that. If anything, I want you to be Oscar’s father because you are. You deserve to know your son.”

Peter took Oscar’s hand and kissed his cheek. “I’d like that, too…” He then smiled a bit and shook his head, looking at Dana. “Only you could ever make me want kids.”

“Yeah?” she murmured.

“I mean…” Peter wrapped his free arm around Dana’s waist and pulled her close. “I guess that’s what love does to a guy.”

She took a breath. “Love?”

Peter leaned in and softly kissed her lips. “I love you, Dana. And I promise I’ll do better this time. For both of you. I’ll admit, I kinda sucked at it last time, but I missed you too much. I… I want this to work.”

“So you’re not mad at me for keeping this from you.”

He shook his head, making a face. “I probably would have kept it from me, too.” He then smiled at Oscar. “But we’re all here now! And I’ve got a little baby boy!” Peter got a little more serious. “I’ve got a kid… Huh, that’s gonna take some getting used to… Oh, and I take back everything I said about your father. He’s the most handsomest, best-smelling guy around.” He cut his eyes up at Dana. “Most of the time. Okay, so he has his moments.”

“Peter?”

He looked at her.

“You can sleep in the bed tonight.”

Peter grinned and kissed her again. “I promise to behave.”

“And yet, somehow, I don’t believe you.”

They made their way toward the bedroom. “No, I promise! I’ve changed, Dana. I’m a new man! Literally. I’m a father now; I gotta start acting like it.”

“Oh, good! Then you can start changing his diapers.”

“Whoa, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves!”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Dana.”

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S04E22 To the Death (1996)

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