#hopefully Sir Pentious will be okay

[rockettothestars222]

Summary : After the battle with Adam, Alastor disappeared. Everyone was sure he was dead, but you knew better than that. You find him injured and vulnerable in his broken down radio tower, and decide to give him a hand with his wounds.

Tags : GenderNeutral!reader, reader is shorter than Al, soft!Alastor, sorta, fluff, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, Alastor is losing it

Notes : My first Tumblr one shot! Hopefully this isn’t too OOC, but writing a character who hides any sign of real emotion being vulnerable is difficult. Enjoy!

Word Count : 2,418

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You breathed, Hell’s fiery air stinging your lungs as you looked around at the death and destruction that surrounded you. You look back over your shoulder, Charlie’s quiet sniffles taking your attention. Lucifer was knelt in front of her, his hand brushing her cheek, a weak attempt at comforting her after her life’s dream was just destroyed. You frowned, your brow creasing together as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, your gaze me with Angel Dust’s.

“You did good out there,” he smiles down at you, an excited squeal coming from the pig in his opposite arms. You muster a strained grin, but his fades. “Still sucks though, huh?”

You nod, dropping your grin, “Yeah, still sucks. I can’t believe it’s all gone,” you look away from the arachnid, your eyes casting over the destroyed hotel once again. Angel nods, his arm drifting around your shoulder and giving you a squeeze, the best, and really the only, form of comfort he knows how to provide.

“We’ll rebuild it,” he squeezes you again, before releasing you and approaching Charlie and the rest of the group. You follow behind, though your gaze remains astray, scanning the battleground. Looking for any sign of someone alive. You know deep down who you were looking for.

Alastor, the overlord you’d grown to call a friend.

Not everyone would consider him that, but you were an optimist. You hoped he’d consider you the same. No one in Hell would be as kind as he had been to you without considering you some sort of friend. Or, well, as kind as an overlord like him could be. And everyone was convinced he was gone, but you weren’t that naive. Alastor, if faced with death or fleeing, would flee. He was snarky and a bit egotistical, sure, but he wasn’t an idiot.

“Uhm, hey, I’m going to get see if I can find any of my stuff out here. Maybe some of it is salvageable,” you call to the rest of the group, stepping closer to the mess that used to be your home. The ground cracked beneath you as you stepped across the rubble. Charlie, who’d seemingly made her peace with the tragedy that had occurred, looked to you, rising to her feet.

“Do you want any help?”

“No, no, I got it,” you were lying to your teeth, but you had to see if he was out there. She looked at you with sympathetic eyes, walking closer and wrapping you in a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her waist, squeezing her close.

“Be careful out there, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt on anything. We’re going to go and get something to eat, try and relax a bit before we start rebuilding tomorrow. Text me when you’re done, you can meet us out there, okay?” She pulls away from you, her hands still resting on your shoulders as yours fell to your sides.

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” you assure, smiling as the taller girl pulls away from you fully, waving you goodbye as she approaches the rest of the group. You watch as they leave, before turning back to the rubble, that strained smile of yours dropping. You rubbed your cheeks. How did Alastor do that all the time?

And with that, you were off, wandering as your eyes scanned the area, reminiscing as you came across bits and pieces of the place you’d called home for the past 6 months. Broken pieces of Sir Pentious’ old machinery make your brows furrow together, a feeling that you could only describe as grief swallowing your thoughts for a brief moment, your chest tightening. You stared at that machine for a good few minutes before tearing your gaze away, trying to look at anything else.

And there it was.

A good 30 feet from you was Alastor’s radio tower. Some of the windows broken, dented, and on its side, but for the most part it was still in tact. You began to walk towards it, without much thought. He’d spent a lot of time there before you’d all started preparing for the extermination. He was insistent it was the best part of the hotel.

The closer you got, the more hesitant you became. If the trail of blood in the dirt wasn’t off putting enough, the green glow that was emitting from tower surely was. But these two things sealed one thing in your mind: Alastor was alive. Of course he was, you’d known that. But that small strand of doubt was planted in your head by the others.

You walk around the broken and dented structure, before finding that the hatch inside was already open. You drew a final breath before pulling yourself up and inside. As you heaved yourself into the tower, you were met with something hard to look at. Alastor had his back turned to you, one arm over his chest, one arm helping him hold himself upright against the control panel of the tower. His overcoat had been thrown to the floor, it was a rare sight to see him without it. You frowned, pushing off of the floor and standing. You wanted to move closer, but weren’t sure you could do so without startling the overlord. If you’d managed to get this close without him noticing, you knew he must be very deep in thought.

“Alastor?” You tried, your voice soft. Even so, Alastor’s whole body stilled, his head turning sharply to look at you, his horns and shoulders growing two times their normal size. He had a wild look in his eye, but seemed to calm as he realized it was you, his body relaxing, and returning to its original position. His expression had turned sour, despite the constant smile.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he replied, his voice hoarse as he looked away. You frowned, stepping closer, avoiding the pools of blood on the ground.

“Alastor, we thought you were dead,” your voice was back to its normal volume.

The static sound, that was nearly a constant whenever Alastor was near, seemed to grow louder as his entire body span to face you, almost as if he were going to get angry, but he stumbled, both of his hands going back and gripping the control panel behind him. Now, you could see the giant gash across his chest, blood seeped into his shirt. Your eyes trailed from the bottom of his wound, up to meet his eyes. There was something behind them that you couldn’t quite place.

There was a beat of silence before you piped up again.

“He really got you, huh?” You point out the obvious, walking closer. Alastor tried to straighten himself, only using one hand to keep himself upright as the other found its way back to covering the wound.

“It is nothing that I can’t handle,” he assured, pressing his arm closer to his body. You stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes as you placed your hand on his. He wretched away, his rear pressing fully against the control panel, his hand sliding back. “Don’t.”

“Alastor,” you began, but he cut you off.

“Perhaps you misunderstood, I am FINE,” he growls, pushing himself away and walking around you, you turn to follow him with your eyes. “He may have hit me but I’m alive. Of COURSE I am. I mean, if I weren’t what would people think?”

Your brows furrowed, “what are you talking about, Al?”

“I have been a wonder to everyone since I manifested here, if I died for the princess of Hell and her low life sinners, I would be regarded as some,” he paused, clutching his chest as he turned away from you. “Altruist.”

He spat the word like it was the worst thing to ever leave his lips.

“I would be regarded at the ‘Oh so powerful Radio Demon who DIED for a chance at a redemption that isn’t even POSSIBLE.”

You walked closer to him, placing a hesitant hand on the small of his back. He glanced over his shoulder, and your expression softened.

“Alastor, no one is expecting you to die for us. All I want from you right now is. For you to let me help you,” you searched his face for any sign of agreement, but he was nearly impossible to read. A sigh escaped him. “You’re really hurt, Al.”

“I know,” he murmured, his ears flicking back as he turned to face you. He walked back towards the control panel, you trailing behind. You assumed him accepting that he was hurt was the closest thing you’d get to him saying, ‘I need help.’

“You should sit. It’ll be easier that way,” you looked up at Alastor, who was avoiding your gaze like the plague. You assumed he was ashamed of the situation he was in. He sat on the edge of the counter, snapping his fingers. A roll of bandages and pads of gauze appearing in your hands. You sat them down on the control panel beside him.

“I could have done this on my own, my dear,” he looks down at your hands as they reach for the buttons on his shirt, gently unbuttoning the first few.

“I’m sure you could have,” you murmur, though not fully paying attention to his words. You reached the last few buttons, pulling his shirt open. You could feel your face flushing as the his undershirt slipped off of his shoulders. It was a little unbelievable that the big bad Radio Demon was allowing this, but you supposed coming face to face with a second death was enough to allow a miracle.

Bending down slightly at your waist to reach better, you take some of the gauze, pressing it firmly to his wound. Alastor took a sharp inhale, his ears shifting back further than they already had been. Your frown grew deeper as you looked up at him, your free hand taking his, gently stroking your thumb across his skin.

“Alastor? Is this okay?” Your eyes scan his face, that somehow managed to display pain all while wearing that signature smile.

“It’s fine. I don’t want to hear a word about this when you’re done,” he winced, squeezing your hand as you began to wrap the bandages around the bottom half of his wound. You rolled your eyes, nodding.

“Not like anyone would believe me. I mean, you? Hurt? Impossible, right?” You pressed another piece of gauze to him, causing his claws to dig into your skin. It didn’t break, but it stung a bit. You tried your best not to show it — however hard that was — you didn’t want him to think that this, whatever this is, wasn’t okay.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he looked down at you, his brow creasing. You both fell silent, the crackling of radio static tickling your ears. You wrapped the rest of his wound in silence, your free hand grazing down the bandages, just barely making contact.

“You know,” you start, rising to your normal posture, finally removing your hand from his. “Letting someone help you doesn’t make you any less powerful.”

Another beat of silence as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it back up over his shoulders. His hands, in one swift motion, grabbed yours and pulled you between his legs, closer to his chest. You looked up at him, your eyes widening as they met his. Just inches away from your own was The Radio Demon’s face. His eyes were pitch black, red radio dials replacing his pupils. His neck was contorted, smile stretched further than you imagined could be comfortable.

“You. Don’t. Understand,” he growled, his breath hot against your face. You tried your best to remain composed, not looking away from him as his grip on you tightened. “You are not ME. You could not possibly imagine the position I am in because of that DAMNED hotel.”

“You’re right.”

Alastor’s grip loosened immensely, his neck snapping back to be in it’s anatomically correct shape. His eyes fluttered a few times before returning to normal, he looked almost confused by your agreement. He stayed silent, even his static flushing to barely a hum.

“Alastor, I don’t know what it’s like in your shoes right now. But if you ever wanted to TELL me what it’s like, I’d be here to listen,” you, gently, squeezed his hands in yours. Alastor’s eyes scanned every inch of your face, over and over and over. Looking for any sign that you were going to use this vulnerability against him. To hurt him. To knock him down from the tower he’d built for himself. But there was none. Your expression held nothing but genuineness.

He briefly considered telling you everything that was troubling him, briefly thought about scaring you away so he didn’t have to face you, and though still brief, his thoughts lingered on the consideration of pulling you closer and thanking you for treating him like he wasn’t the monster he knew he truly was. But he did none of those things. He didn’t have time to unbox what all of those thoughts said about him. He just smiled down at you, a real smile, his left hand caressing your face.

“Thank you for helping me, my dearest,” Alastor’s voice had returned to its normal chipper tone, but it didn’t seem as fake as usual. Not when it was directed at you. A grin of your own blossomed across your face as you placed your hand on his, leaning your cheek into his hand. You turned you face a bit, placing your lips against his palm for a short moment, all while never breaking eye contact. If you didn’t know better, you’d of sworn a light blush crossed Alastor’s cheeks.

“Anytime, Al.”

Alastor cleared his throat, his ears flicking back into an upright position as he pulled his hands away from you and pushed himself up and off of the control panel. He straightened his posture re-buttoning his bloody and tethered undershirt. You quickly grabbed his overcoat so he wouldn’t try to bend over and grab it himself, and ushered back over to him. He took it from your arms, putting it on and dusting it off as if that would mend its holes and cleanse it of the blood that stained it.

“Well, I should be going now,” Alastor approached you, taking your hand for a final time and placing a kiss to your knuckles. “You are truly a diamond in the rough, darling. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Wait, where are you—” but before you could complete that question, he disappeared in a flash of green light and dark smoke. You blinked, your face flushing as you recalled what had just happened. You were almost unsure it was real.

You’d have to tell Charlie the new hotel was going to need a radio tower.

#fanfic #alastor #writing #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin vaggie #hazbin husk #hazbin fanfic #alastor x reader #alastor x you #comfort #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #rockettothestars222

[bonthefuckjourx]

Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)

   SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.

WARNINGS: brief mention of depression/anxiety

WORD COUNT: 3100k+

A/N: Hello everyone! I haven't posted around tumblr all that much, but I hope this gets some traction as there isn't much Lucifer fanfiction to begin with. I love writing fantasy stories intermeshed with romance and Hazbin Hotel was a perfect world for this.

And yes, eventually there will be smut. I suppose you'll have to stick around and find out~

(Also, I hope you all know the Reputation album by Taylor Swift is fueling this ^-^)

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Chapter One: ...Ready For It?

One day you were in school studying for the next exam and then you were spawned into a hellscape like no other. The literal hell. You never were religious, and it always seemed more like a fear-mongering cult to you. Apparently even though you didn’t do anything evil or inherently bad you still went to hell. Gunshots fired off into the distance making you drop to the ground. They were loud and scared you to no end. Shakily you stood up, started to run. You didn’t know where you were going, only that you didn’t want to die, not again. Eventually you ran out of strength and wandered inside a hotel-like building before collapsing on the ground.

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“Don’t just stand there Vaggie, come help me! It’s okay we have you now.”

With closed eyes you made out an alarmed high-pitched voice. It sounded like warmth and trust. You didn’t have the strength to open your eyes. Arms lifted you up and after some time you landed in a warm bed. You drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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As your eyes fluttered open you were met with one beady red eye.

“Nifty would ya give her some space?”

This so-called nifty jumped off your bed and landed on the floor next to you.  

“Hi, I’m Charlie. You collapsed on the floor of my hotel and so we took you up to a room. And yes, you can stay as long as you would like.”

            A hand was extended out for you to take and with a shaky arm you took it. The demon was pale with two red dots on her face that looked a bit like blush. She wore a suit like attire and seemed to be the one in charge. As you looked around you noticed a snake-like demon who said his name was Sir Pentious, a cat-like demon whose named Husk, and a spider-like demon whose named Angel Dust. The last demon sent chills down your spine with his unnerving smile, his name was the Radio Demon or Alastor. You hoped you never had to be in a room alone with him.

            “Uh thank you all for helping me. It’s my first day in hell and it’s a lot. I didn’t know where to go so I just kept running and running and it was so loud and violent and-“You started to look around frantically hyperventilating a little. This was all too much.

            “Hey it’s okay. This is supposed to be a safe place. You don’t have to go out there anymore if you don’t want to.” You looked at Charlie reassurance in her eyes.

            “It’s called the Hazbin Hotel! We rehabilitate sinners so that they hopefully one day can go to Heaven. As you know my name is Charlie. I’m also the Princess of Hell and I really want to be able to save my people from this life.”

 She looked solemn, but determined and in that moment, you had no doubt of what she would accomplish. You sat up and pulled Charlie in for a hug. Even though she was born in hell, she was much kinder than any soul you met on earth.

“Thank you, Charlie.”

You pulled away from the hug and noticed a tearful look in her eyes even though she was smiling.

“I’ll be honest I’m not quite sure why I’m here. It’s not like I did anything super evil, I just kind of lived an average life.”

“You didn’t kill anyone?” The radio demon mentioned from the corner.

“What! No? What is wrong with you?”

“What about prostitution? Apparently, the big guy hates it when you whore yourself out like that,” Angel Dust mentioned with a shrug.

“I was a poor college student, but I didn’t turn to that. I just had to take out an insane amount of loans.”

“Gambling, or suicide? I lost everything and well there wasn’t much place left in the mortal realm for me. The easy way out is an easy way into hell,” said Husk who stood next to Angel Dust.

“Nope neither. I don’t really think I had a reason other than not believing in God. I mean I can see now that demons are real, but why would I believe in a God that doesn’t care? His rules are horrible, you can’t be gay, or just enjoy yourself with another person. I lived my life by my morals, not someone else’s.”

You crossed your arms hoping the others would get the hint. You just wanted to be alone right now. Your life was cut short, and for what?

“I’m sorry y/n, but we can figure something out. Just give me some time, I promise.”

Charlie held out her pinkie and reluctantly you agreed.

“We’ll give you some time alone then.”

With that Charlie turned to leave and the rest followed her. After the door shut you curled up under the covers and wondered if life would ever be better. This whole heaven and hell thing made your head hurt. You never had much luck in life why would this be any different?

            A few weeks passed and although your death was still fresh in your mind you started to feel a little bit better. You and Charlie talked and set out on a plan to help rehabilitate you. She said you really didn’t need much help, but rather she had the hard task of trying to convince Heaven you should be up there with them. You both talked every day, and it helped take some of the edge off your anxiety. That and you always seemed to have company when you wanted it at the hotel. Angel Dust made you laugh and was always up for a drinking game of some sorts. Husk was always there if you needed to talk or rant about your previously human life. Sir Pentious was a bit peculiar, but over time you warmed up to him too. You didn’t talk to Vaggie much as she always seemed a bit distant. Everything she did was for Charlie, and she didn’t exactly make friends with other people and tended to only light up if Charlie was in the room. Thankfully you both silently agreed not to talk much. In the evenings you all would curl up around the fireplace and share stories or play games. Charlie loved to play human games like Never Have I Ever or Twenty Questions. She claimed they helped build trust.

            One morning while you and Charlie were having your daily talk, she mentioned that her dad would be over later that day. She was going to show him the hotel so that hopefully he could set her up an audience with Heaven. She could finally mention the souls, like you, here that could be rehabilitated. You were ecstatic that she could finally move forward with her plan but scared to meet someone new. Not only that, but this was Charlie’s dad Lucifer. The Lucifer, like the biblical fallen angel that probably has some awesome, but frightening powers. The anxiety was eating you up and you could tell Charlie wasn’t much better. She mentioned she hadn’t seen him in a few years, and you wondered how hard that must be on her.

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“Everyone gather around! He should be here any minute,” Charlie yelled out to us, clapping to have our attention. I stood next to Angel Dust as we gathered around her near the front entrance. He always made me feel a little safer.

            “Charlie, so good to see you!”

 The door swung open and in came the most eccentric man I ever saw. He was almost bouncing around the room, hugging Charlie, then seeing Razzle and Dazzle, and finally stopped when he noticed the rest of us. You couldn’t move your gaze as you realized he was staring straight into your eyes. The moment was fleeting as Charlie grabbed his attention.

“Dad, hi. This is my hotel, and these are the inhabitants. Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, and y/n.”

When Charlie mentioned your name Lucifer met your gaze again. It was electrifying and made you blush to no end. He looked away giving Charlie his full attention once again. Suddenly Alastor appeared right next to her.

            “And I am the hotelier. Pleased to meet you, the name’s Alastor.”

            Lucifer’s eyes widened as Alastor put his arm around Charlie, his smile growing ever bigger. You swore a small growl came out of Lucifer’s mouth.

            “Hot,” Angel Dust whispered near your ear, and you did your best not to give out a small laugh.

            “Charlie, you need to stay away from this demon.”

            “Dad, I trust him. He’s been nothing but helpful. Once you see the hotel, I know you’ll have a change of heart.”

            Soon Charlie was leading her father around the hotel with Alastor on her right-hand side. Lucifer was less than happy to see his daughter hanging out around the Radio Demon. He didn’t trust Alastor, which you understood in a way. He was happy to meet Vaggie stating how he also like girls. He was quite awkward, but adorable in a way.

Next thing you know Alastor and Lucifer were arguing again. Music playing randomly and seemingly out of nowhere.

            “Yea don’t ask me why, but sometimes they break out into song.” Angel Dust leaned in towards you to comment shrugging his shoulders.

            A small laugh escaped as you took your time eyeing Lucifer up. Soon enough he was singing, his voice mesmerizing. His inflections and body language all showed off how prideful and confident he was. You supposed that’s why he’s called the sin of pride. There was something so sweet about how much he wanted to help his daughter, and attractive too. You never were able to have a family on Earth, but you wouldn’t mind having his babies.         

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After the little sing off between Alastor and Lucifer, Charlie talked to her dad about the audience with Heaven. He decided to help her, and you could tell their relationship healed a little. You decided to leave them to it and left to go up toward your room. The elevator dinged at your level, and you walked out. The balcony at the end of the hall caught your attention as its glass doors were open. A breeze blew in and you relished the fresh air. As you reached toward the doorway you hesitated, bringing your hand back. Your heartrate picked up, pounding in your ears. You were going to turn around and run into your room, your safe place. Then you heard someone approach from behind you, making you quickly turn away from the glass doors.

            “Beautiful day out, isn’t it?” Lucifer mentioned as he moved towards you.

            “I suppose if you could call hell beautiful.”

            “Some might, though I suppose we aren’t apart of that group.  What are you doing over here?” He motioned toward the opened doors near me.

            “I was going to see what the view was like, but I backed out.” You looked away from him, not being able to look him in his eyes. He stopped walking when he was right in from of you and grabbed your chin guiding you to look at him. In his eyes you could see concern and empathy.

            “I know all too well what it’s like to be limited by your own mind. Not that we have a physiatrist in hell, but depression has had me for a long time.” He gave a small sympathetic smile. A small blush crossed your face being so close to him. Your heart melted a little at the kindness he showed you.

            “Yea well, I just get anxious about going outside. I thought maybe I could try, but it was a stupid idea. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.” He let go of your face and walked around you towards the balcony.

            “I know it’s not my place, but I could help you. Not to be boastful, but you are in the presence of the most powerful demon in hell. You would be safe with me.”

With that he held out his hand, willing you to take it. In that light he looked angelic even waiting for your hand, a genuine smile across his face as the outside wind gently rustled his hair. For once in your life, you wish you could just take that leap. If only…

…and then you did.

He pulled you in close against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat as he told you to wrap your arms around his neck. As soon as you did, he leapt off the side of the balcony over the railing. You closed your eyes and screamed as you both fell into a freefall. He wrapped his wings around you until they flapped open, allowing him to gain air. You kept your eyes closed the entire time, clinging to his neck and burying your face there. He chuckled to himself committing to memory this moment, feeling whole again. After about 10 minutes you both landed on solid ground. You didn’t dare let go, but he understood what you needed. Lucifer cradled you in his arms as he walked indoors.

“Here you go, you can open your eyes now.”

As you looked around you realized you were in an observatory-like room. It had high windows on all sides that looked out at Sin City. You didn’t realize until now how hard you were gripping him and embarrassingly tore yourself away from him.

“Sorry… Where are we?”

“Don’t be sorry for being yourself. It was cute.” You blushed and looked down at the floor, but quickly returned your eyes to him.

“It’s my study of sorts. I like to come up here to think or waste the day away. I used to invent so many beautiful things, but I’ve been uninspired for quite some time.”

You walked around taking in the view then turned back to look at him.

“Maybe you just need someone to inspire you.”

“Why are you willing?” He looked at you with a smirk on his face, almost implying something more.

“Sure, why not. Maybe you could help me get over my fears in return. I mean look at what you have already done for me today. I hadn’t left that hotel since I arrived.”

“Sounds like a plan, do we have a deal?” He walked toward you, willing you to take his hand again.

“What and make a deal with the devil?”

He pulled his hand away and for a second you swore you noticed hurt flash across his face. Quickly he hid it, behind a devilish smile and you decided then you’d never make him feel that way ever again.

“It doesn’t have to be, more so a saying then anything.”

            You stepped forward taking his hand in yours. He lifted his head up to look into your eyes, his face slightly flushed.

            “No, I want it to be, Lucifer. Let’s make a deal, to be there for each other until we can beat this. “

            He nodded his head, smiling with loving eyes, tears forming in them. With that he placed his other hand over yours and spoke. His eyes turned red, horns sprouted, and he looked possessed. Just as fast as it started, it ended. In the end you were left with a pentagram tattoo on your right hand. It was beautiful, but soon it faded leaving just an indent of it behind.

            “I enchanted it so that others cannot see it, however you can feel it. It will be binding until we fulfill the deal. I don’t own your soul or anything, but it acts like a bond between us. It will also let you teleport, put your hand over it and think of where you want to go. It’ll let me know where you’re going, but don’t worry I won’t pry.” Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as for once you felt like you could finally take a breath. You felt much safer knowing Lucifer was a thought away.

After that you two kept each other company and every now and then he would show you something he made. His magic was gorgeous and made your heart soar, you’ve never seen anything like it. As the night dragged on you mentioned you should probably head back so that the other’s wouldn’t worry.

            “Remember just touch the pentagram with your hand and think of where you want to go.”

            As you did you thought of your warm bed and the pentagram flashed to life. Then you felt something. The bond between you two tightened and you felt him. His magic pulsed through him as if it was alive and in front of you a portal appeared. The bond closed then for you. It only stays opens when he uses his magic, but as you stared into Lucifer’s eyes you felt emotions overpower you. Thoughts of safe and warm and love flowed through your head. Lucifer looked confused and scared for a second before becoming his confident self again. You said your goodnights as you fled through the portal to your bed.

Lucifer’s POV

            He watched as y/n touched her hand waiting for his magic. He hadn’t made many deals in his life, but he knew enough to know what to expect. There would be a bond in place caused from his magic and that would be used to make portals.

            His eyes wandered y/n’s body taking a second to indulge. Quickly he reverted to her eyes as she looked back at him. He wondered when their short friendship turned into more, or if it simply always was. She made him feel safe and warm and loved. At that moment a small tendril of magic snapped into place. He stepped back afraid of the woman in front of him, before realizing how much he was showing with his face. After recomposing himself he bid her goodnight and she left with a sleepy smile on her face.

            As the portal closed, he fell to his knees, wondering why fate would be so cruel. After thousands of years, trying to find something to inspire him and be his light. After all the fights with Lilith and trying to raise Charlie simply because he thought Lilith was it. With the palm of his hand, he wiped the tears away as he sobbed looking though the skylight at the darkness above. She wasn’t an archangel or a seraphim, or even an angel at all. All this torture and pain was for her.

            His mate…

            No, his salvation.

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[caramel-cream50]

Okay so question. Let’s say If angel or husk or sir pentious (hopefully all 3) get redeemed and get to go to heaven do they stay in their demonic forms?

Like I feel like It would make sense for them to change since angels look all holy but I could also see them fitting in (and the creators not wanting to change their designs) heaven as they are.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #angel dust #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #sir pentious #charlie morningstar #alastor #heaven #hazbin hotel show #fandom shit #questions #viziepop

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:Some more domestic time spent with the crew and they finally see angel's song

Masterlist

CH-12 : Reactions and new powers

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Wake up! It's morning!"

"Who...?"

You said groggily as you rubbed your eyes. It's been some time since someone gently nudged you awake like this instead of poking at your sides till it hurt with antlers. This person has a nice voice too. You could get used to waking up to this.

"It's Charlie! C'mon, it's 9 am already. I bribed Alastor to let you sleep a bit longer but I don't think he'll listen to me anymore" Charlie whisper yelled at you as she nudged you harder.

"Fine, fine.. I'm up" you sat up and looked at Charlie with a small smile, grateful for her assistance. Alastor was standing behind her, looking at you with keen eyes. Suddenly a delicious smell hit your nose.

"Mm, something smells niceee"

Charlie chuckled. "That's Vaggie cooking for us. Come join us in the breakfast after freshing up. Others have already been fed"

You nodded as you headed towards your bathroom. After heading to kitchen later, you were greeted with the sight of Vaggie cooking up some sausages and eggs and Charlie helping to set the table.

"Look who finally decided to wake up. Good morning. Go take a sit, your food will be here shortly." Vaggie looked at you with a hand on her hip and another holding the the spatula. "Hopefully you slept well" she said as she moved on to cooking again.

"Slept like a baby thanks to Charlie" you grinned as you looked around the cabin. Angel was sitting on a corner of the kitchen. Niffty, Husk and Cherri were probably outside since the front door was open and you didn't see them anywhere. Sir Pentious slithered up to your lap.

"Hey there buddy, had your breakfast yet?"

You cooed at the Pentious as you pet his head as per habit. Pentious shook his head and hissed happily at you patting him. Suddenly you realised that you were patting a demon and you quickly took back your hand making Pentious whine in disappointment.

"Uh haha.. sorry, forgot you were a demon now and I probably shouldn't do that to you. Since you haven't had breakfast yet, let's eat together okay?"

'No,no miss (Y/n)! I assssure you it's quite alright to pet me. I like- ahem, I enjoy the sssensssation it bringss!'

Of course you didn't understand any of that as you watched Vaggie bring in your food and as well as hers and Charlie's. Your stomach grumbled at the sight before you as you quickly dug in.

Vaggie looked at you eating the food as she and Charlie looked at each other with a smile. You noticed it and thought they were making fun of you .

"What?? I'm hungry! Let a girl eat!"

"Don't mind us, eat to your heart's fill. I have seconds if you'd like" Vaggie said gently as she and Charlie began to eat.

"Don't mind if I do" you happily said as you cut off some big chunks of your sausage and fed it to Pentious on your lap.

You were about to grab a cup of coffee that Vaggie left but as soon as you grabbed it, you winced in pain from your injuries and you let go off the mug above your lap just beside Pentious.

You closed your eyes expecting the hot liquid to burn up your lap. But after some seconds when you didn't feel anything, you opened your eyes to see the cup was floating just a few centimetres above your thighs.

Charlie was panting while extending one of her hands towards you. A faint red glow was connecting her hand with the cup.

Vaggie quickly came towards you as she took the cup and put it down on the table. Charlie let out a exhale as she sat back in her chair and looked at her hand.

Vaggie took your hand in hers, examining the damage. Her eye brows furrowed with worry seeing all the black marks. Suddenly a warm green glow enveloped your and her hands. You somehow felt a nice relaxing sensation going through the cuts and bruises there.

Vaggie and you both looked at each other surprised. When you looked at your hand, you were surprised to see it was slowly but surely healing.

"Vaggie we can use our powers here?" Charlie exclaimed with joy as she tried to move other objects with her power. She soon found out she couldn't lift big objects and even controlling smaller objects needed a lot of concentration.

"It seems like it, I guess my power is healing then?" Vaggie said as she took back her hands and looked at them. "I don't get why my power is this though, I never had healing powers in hell"

"That is strange..what I can do right now is a small bit of my old magic. But you have a completely different one. Not to mention it's pretty rare for a demon to have healing powers.." Charlie scratched her chin as she looked at Vaggie's hand deep in thought.

"W-well Hun, it's probably cause of our these new forms you know? They probably mixed up my powers in here" Vaggie was sweatdropping as she put up both her hands in front of her face and looked away.

"Hmm, seems so! At least her hands are now healed!" Charlie said in a cherry tone as she looked over at you. "Are you alright? Everything's fine right?" You just nodded, trying to take in everything.

After a hearty meal and making small conversations, Vaggie gathered all of the animals from outside. They all came to your room as you opened up your laptop to find the music video.

"Angel, if you want to say something before showing this, you should say it now" you said softly.

Angel inhaled a large breath. He couldn't sleep last night thinking about how to deal with this situation. He finally looked at each and every one of them.

"You guys are gonna see something really... sensitive to me. Whatever you do, just don't fucking pity me. I'm trusting y'all to not use any of these against me...I'm talking about you Alastor ' Angel squinted his eyes at him.

'Me? Oh I would never!' Alastor said dramatically with a grin. After confirming everything was fine you finally started to play the song.

There was a bundle of mixed reactions. Charlie and Pentious looking horrified, Vaggie averting her eyes sadly, Husk getting angry, Alastor watching curiously and Niffty had a blank expression.

After the song was done Charlie immediately picked up Angel while crying and apologising profusely. Vaggie and Pentious looked sad and distraught. Husk was mumbling angrily by himself and Niffty and Alastor just stood there watching the whole ordeal.

"Angel,I'm sorry I didn't know you went through something like this and I couldn't do anything and i-"

'Just shut up Charlie. It's fine..' Angel said looking away.

"Well since you all were concerned about Alastor from the looks of it, let me share a fact about him for a change!" You said suddenly clapping your hands making everyone look at you.

"Our dear Alastor here is a mama's boy, confirmed by the creator herself!" you said with a wicked grin looking at Alastor.

It felt like a thunder fell into the room as everyone slowly looked at him. Alastor's grin widened dangerously.

'Alastor? This guy? This creepy ass manic?? He's a mama's boy??'

Vaggie was the first to break the silence.

Suddenly the whole rooms mood changed. Charlie was aww'ing at Alastor who had a scowl on his face. If looks could kill, you would be dead over hundred times by now. Husk was looking at him smugly, finally knowing something embarrassing about him made his day.

'I didn't know know you could be soo adorable Alastor~' Angel had a smile plastered on his face, his earlier mood fading away.

'Our big'ol radio demon is a sucker for his mama, how cute' He was now making baby faces at Alastor and Cherri was cheering him on.

'I suggest you shut your mouth before I crush you under my hooves like the puny little thing you are' Alastor chewed out his words as he looked at the spider.

"Now now Alastor, it's a nice thing that you love your mom! I knew you still had some good in you!" Charlie said beaming with pure happiness in her eyes making Alastor groan. He had a feeling no one's going to make him forget about this for the foreseeable future.

Alastor hoped he could deny it but it was the truth. Plus since the creator said it herself, no amount of lying would make these lot believe him now. He squinted his eyes at you looking all proud for the changing the depressed situation. He will get you for this in future.

After some more laughs and talks you went back to work and others went to do their thing. Charlie was trying to make things float and Vaggie was trying to heal small wounds on herself to test the limit. Charlie hoped if she can get her full power back, maybe she can do something to get back in hell.

You got up to streach for a bit in late afternoon. As you reached your kitchen suddenly the door swung open and a very dirty looking Niffty and Husk came inside. They were both covered in mud and grime making you gasp. Niffty barked cheerfully at you and Husk shook his body trying to get as much dirt off him as possible.

"What did you guys get into?? You guys need a bath! Right now!"

Husk hissed at the mention of bath. He turned to leave but you were faster and closed the door. You quickly put on some thick hand gloves you had as you started chasing after Husk who was running away.

"Bad kitty! Bad Husk! You're getting dirt on all my floors. Showering isn't that bad! Niffty, get him!" You shouted the last part towards Niffty who very happily complied.

'Niffty why are you taking her side?! Leave me alone! This whole thing was your fault in the first place. I had to drag your sorry ass outta that mud pile.'

' Yeah I know but chasing you is fun! hehehe, I'm going to get you kitty cat' Niffty said in a sing-sing voice.

'What the fuck??'

Soon enough, with Niffty's help, you were able to corner Husk and you held him holding on his arms and back so he couldn't scratch you. He still tried to bite you but couldn't due to the gloves. You quickly headed towards your bathroom with Niffty following happily.

You three came out of the bathroom a little more than half an hour later. Both of the animals were now clean and drenched. You couldn't help but laugh at how Husk looked. All of his fluff were gone. He just sat there looking grumpily at you.

"Come on, pfft- that wasn't so bad was it?hahaha!" You struggled to hold your laughter as Husk mewoed angrily at you.

"Hey (Y/n) have you seen the -" Vaggie stopped as her eyes fell on Husk and Niffty and she began to laugh as well. "What's going on Vaggie?" Charlie followed Vaggie to the room and noticed her gaze as she began giggling.

"Hold on, I gotta take a picture of this-"

You quickly pulled out your phone from your pocket and snapped a couple of pics before Husk could run away.

Some other animals also came as they began gathering in your room as well noticing the commotion. You picked up a towel and began to dry Husk first as others watched. Husk had half a mind to scratch or bite your hands during this but he held back. He needed to dry up properly for now so he doesn't look like a wet mop.

It was Niffty's turn next. "Come here Niff, it's your turn!" Niffty quickly jumped into your arms barking happily as you began to dry her up. "Who's my good little girl? You are! Yes you are-"

You cut off in the middle remembering this wasn't an actual dog. You got so used to treating them like animals that it's still hard to fathom there are demons inside them. After you finished drying her, you stood up and patted her head.

Niffty jumped back into your arms and began to bark happily and licked your cheeks making you giggle. "Okay, okay that's enough."

'Thank you (Y/n)! You're the best!' Niffty said while nuzzling in your neck. She felt at peace in your arms. Maybe she wouldn't mind staying here with you as your dog and getting headpats and obeying your every command and killing every little pests that roam your house and-

Suddenly Niffty started to glow bright golden in your arms making you almost go blind. Charlie who was talking with Angel and Cherri in the room snapped their neck at you.

"NIFFTY????" Charlie screamed.

A.n: Here, have some fluff you adorable shits. We need to cleanse our palate after what happened.

Also I know making them have power might make things more complicated but trust me I have reasons for it.

Also my twitter account is @moonflower_34_  if any of y'all want to be moots there. I use that account for both RP'ing and other stuffs. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Remember no spreading toxicity or hate there!

Tagging: @legostars

If anyone else wants to be tagged in the future,make sure to tell me in the comments 🫡🫡

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[lilfriezatyrant]

As the evening draws to a close, you listen to the last nightly broadcast of the radio demon, who also resides in the hotel. It's as if he has rehearsed a lullaby just for you, because it doesn't take long for your eyes to get heavier and heavier and you finally fall into a quick slumber.

"We'll meet again,

Don't know where,

Don't know when,

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

But then in the middle of the night, quite subconsciously, a steady goose bump slowly spreads over your body, starting on your arms, along your upper body, your scalp, your back and finally ending on your lower legs.

A strong cold shiver hits your palm and you abruptly open your eyes, observing your own hand dangling just outside the bed. Maybe it's just that your blood circulation has been disrupted and cut off by the perceived heaviness of your hand, because you can no longer even feel your fingers. A feeling that you actually have very often when you get into this sleeping position...

You now try to lift your arm to position yourself differently, but you realize that this is not possible... as if there is an additional weight chained to it.

What the...?

With a perplexed expression on your face, you crawl to the side, look directly at your hand, but you can only make out the silhouette and widen your eyes even more in a confused reaction. Something... stuck to the palm of your hand?

Oh god...hopefully it wasn't Niffty causing a bug battlefield in your room again and you might be bathing your fingers in their slimy little guts.

But wait...the little demonic maid always cleans all the rooms very meticulously...so it makes no sense at all.

Or...was it even a small, shelly minion of Sir Pentious that you accidentally smashed in your deep sleep while turning around? Sounds brutal, but those egg boys are unfortunately more fragile than they look.

...strange thoughts when you've just woken up. And it doesn't feel like egg yolk either.

You then feel this now volatile substance get caught between your fingers and you react instinctively, but with your other hand, which doesn't seem numb and first turns on the small bedside lamp on the little shelf within reach.

It's only a weak, dimmed light, but at least you can now see what's on your other hand.

...a black, visible, umbrageous hand clasps yours and you can feel the cold grip more than clearly.

You immediately realize who it is; after all, there is only one person in this hotel who can summon a shadowy apparition.

Still, you wonder what his shadow is doing here; you're used to it accompanying you from time to time, but it's the middle of the night and you're not in any danger...right?

"Is...um...everything all right? Or why is Alastor's dark companion visiting me?" your voice asks in a somewhat timid manner and in the next moment your hand is pushed further and further upwards and you can only watch silently as the shadow rises more. As if it were passing the ground without any resistance.

(Admittedly, it was very cute to watch as the two shadowy ears appeared on the ground first.)

It is now right next to the bed and only now do you realize how tall it actually is, both the shadow and its owner (and this has nothing to do with your current reclining position.) He towers over most demons, after all.

You can now see the outline of the eyes and mouth clearly and are greeted with a mischievous smile, it continues to hold your hand in its, giving the back of your hand a charming, fleeting kiss that sends an even colder shiver through your body, but it feels warm at the same time...like an icy fire.

Your cheeks flush as the silhouette briefly pats the back of your hand with its other hand, which is probably meant to serve as some sort of reassurance.

"Why are you here? Did you just come to check on me...?" you don't really understand. And why did he only send his shadow here?

Maybe it was just a little scouting to see if everything is really okay.

Although you know that the shadow has no voice and will only answer non-verbally, it would seem strange not to ask any questions. After all, you've known the cunning overlord's silent companion long enough to be able to read its reactions.

But his next action came so unexpectedly and in a flash: both hands are pinned next to your head and the lower end of the shadow, which now has a tail instead of legs, had darted around your legs.

"W-what...", but the quiet presence forbids you any further words and places an index finger over your mouth with a deliberate touch.

A cool tingling sensation is also placed on your lips.

Your tiredness is conjured away and it's not just because of the cold contact that the shadow causes... it is as close to you as your own shadow. Even closer.

It feels as if it is constantly seeking you out and is your protective companion.

Even back then, when you were shopping alone in the city, you were never really alone, you always had a secretly defending and watchful guardian at your side.

And at this very moment, the creature seems to be studying you curiously, this time he is not just a silent observer.

It is so close to your face that you can even feel its cool but fresh breath. Like fresh rain... that's how you feel the pleasant scent. Perhaps even a mixture of rain and snow.

"Are you on patrol or are you here voluntarily?“ Your voice remains quiet, almost a whisper, but your lips are once again sealed with a single finger. Either he doesn't want to answer that, or you really shouldn't ask any more questions.

The shadowy figure's permanent grin forms into a much larger and more malicious one. Both wrists are firmly in its grip again and without warning it presses its mouth directly onto yours.

The moment stands still for you, your eyes are dilated, your pupils are trembling in your iris.

Completely surprised, you can only manage a subtle gasp, but the shadow detaches itself again, mimics a giggling reaction with its facial expressions and finally widens one more eye curiously.

But before you could realize that it was actually a kiss, the silent shape doesn't hesitate and reconnects its shadowy mouth with your lips.

Although your chest fills more with cold, your face feels extraordinarily warm...it resembles a paradoxical supernaturalism...

Your eyes close slowly as it interlocks its obscure fingers with yours. And even if this being has a shadowy appearance, you can still feel material... as if it wants to be felt.

You intuitively squeeze your fingers together more, embrace this coldness more and more and don't want to let go of it. The shadow shows the same reaction, pulling you more into its grip and making the initially fleeting kiss more intense. And it seems to be learning with every passing second. Also that you need air to breathe again after a short time.

The shadow's head tilts to the side, secretly wondering why you're gasping for air so exhausted, before it finally understands and holds both hands in front of its mouth with a silenced cackling.

"Oh...of course you…think it's funny."

You're still panting, trying to normalize your breathing again, but blush even more when you say to your guest quietly:

"But...it was very nice..."

The shadow's chuckling gesture dies down again and its curiosity seems to have been reawakened.

Once again, it pins your hands against the sheet, very slowly dedicates his face to your right, open palm, gives the inner surface a discreet but nonetheless prolonged kiss before drawing a heart-shaped outline with his ghostly index finger.

Your face probably couldn't get any redder... You wonder if these are his true feelings? Does the shadow reflect this...?

Its fingers interlock with yours once more, humanly delicate.

As you swallow, it watches your throat closely and its curiosity is still piqued.

You wonder what it is going to do next, but you feel as if your own voice is stuck in your throat as you can't utter a word. Embarrassment envelops you and it is such an unfamiliar atmosphere for you, what this apparition has drawn you into. But it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, quite the opposite is the case.

You simply accept the offer, or rather the dark creature's thirsty curiousness.

When you feel the touch of its lips on your neck, you flinch for a moment, but then let out a very light, pleasurable hum and instinctively stretch your neck even further to give its touch more surface area. For a brief moment, you can even feel its grin on your skin become even more distorted in amusement. And like a curious child, it even licks it with its shadowy tongue, nibbling gently, before something in it is awakened and it even bites into it.

Hard.

Too hard.

With a sharp pain that makes your whole body twitch and you let out a pained scream.

"AH! What the hell...!"

The shadow then straightens up immediately, but remains on your body, strokes the wound with an angular finger and guides it into its jaw. He tastes the sanguine essence and seems to be thinking about how he could make up for it.

You now place a hand on the wound yourself, which fortunately is not particularly large, but you still seem more startled than frightened, although it could have torn out more than just a scrap of flesh...

Next time, be a little more gentle. These words remain in your thoughts, however, as the shadow approaches you again and slides its tongue over the maltreated area to indirectly send an apologize to you.

"Do I really look like a snack to you?" you have to giggle sheepishly at this and feel more warmth return to your body as it places one palm in yours again, drawing further gentle heart shapes. If that really was an accident then it's already forgotten. Although your neck continues to throb with pain, all the gestures the shadow makes compensate for this mishap.

But time seems to have already passed when the door to your room opens and you look in the same direction as the shadow and two glowing red eyes stare at both of you, along with a radiant, ominous set of bared teeth. A voice rings out, echoing throughout the room and radio waves laced in the sound.

"Did we go astray again, didn't we?"

Is it just your imagination, or can't you see a small trace of blood on the mouth of the gentleman who suddenly appeared? Exactly the same trace of blood that his shadow shares.

Your blood.

#I finally did it #I finished this oneshot x3 #reader x Alastor's shadow #reader x Alastor #alastor x reader #fem reader #Alastor #Alastor's shadow #oneshot #have some fluffy times again I guess c: #even if I struggled so much with his shadow xwx #also the first time I made such a fancy ✨ title for a writing #my writing #hazbin hotel #(original song at the beginning: We'll meet again by Vera Lynn) #I needed to do that scene with his shadow 🥺❤ because it also deserves attention q^q #no egg boi was harmed during that writing <3

[mayorofthegalaxy]

The Cat Part I

A/n; I thought I’ll jump on this trend with a short story, hopefully I didn’t get too carried away… I also don’t never posted on tumblr and I don’t like the writing format or maybe I did something wrong? Not sure, tell me your thoughts.

Warning; the reader is amab, older brother to Charlie, and is the dominant partner over Alastor, mentions of lingerie on Alastor’s part, that’s it.

It’s been a week after the battle with Heaven Exterminator’s and Adam, Dad and you have been visiting Charlie more mending a bond that is not completely lost…

Though you both notice the change in atmosphere when you visit, you chalked it up to differences after not talking for so long, apparently not when Alastor leaves the hotel after another great shift complete his words not yours, he tells you how Charlie and even Angel and Husker are down in the dumps over Sir Pentious’s departure from Hell.

So like the best older brother you are if you say so yourself, and needing a break yourself from your never ending duties, you had Joanne clear your schedule a week in advance and told her to call the Imps that are station there to buy groceries, for the Morningstar cabin in the fifth circle in Pride.

“I know, just tell them to pack a bag for a week… If they don’t have it I’ll buy it myself… No Charlie I’m not telling you where we going… Yes pack a swim suit… Yes Dad is coming, he, Alastor and I organized this trip… we’ll meet you all outside the hotel… Okay good bye, I love you too..”

You sigh, at least you didn’t give away where you all are going, you jolt shivers running down your spine at the thought of your lover in a swim suit… well why wait~? You start prancing out your study and bounding up the grand staircase to your shared room with Alastor.

“Mon Cher, I told you, I did not want you to see what I’m packing and—” His ear flicks as he snaps his fingers stuffing and closing the suitcase.

“And you’ll come to me.” You both finish knowing exactly what the Deer demon said but couldn’t hold yourself back from prancing to him, his ruby eyes not leaving you.

You keep your eyes glued to his as you kiss his nose in greeting, you feel his hands on your shoulder as you let him lead you where now your back is facing the bed where his suit case lays. You narrow your eyes your vision not reaching the packed clothes, some damn lingerie better be in there if your inamorato doesn’t want your input on his outfits for this week, you feel his cold thumbs rubbing at your cheeks it draws your orbs to his once again.

“Don’t make that face sirop de pomme, I highly doubt you’re fully packed and ready~” He adds with a nip on your jaw.

You scoff and roll your eyes, your hands find hold of his wrist to take them off your cheeks, his eyes following your movements to stare intensely at your reflection in the large three mirrors angled to look at your form completely. Your hair isn’t out of place from when you styled it this morning, your outfit while simple and comfortable for this car ride you’re glad Alastor chose it, his taste is impeccable.

Alastor grins with a giggle as he successfully changed your attention once again, now he can finish packing his tail flicks at the mere thought of what’s to come~

->Time Skip<-

You got out your car arriving at the doors of the second stop for today and bound over to your lovers side and open the door for him your lidded eyes never leaving his as you wait for your payment, he only chuckles his thin lips kissing your cheek.

“Ahem” You both turn your heads to the sound you grin “Hey Dad!” “Lucifer” Alastor’s tone flat as you keep his door open bounding up to your Dad for a hug before he gets the chance to squeeze you, you lift him first and squeeze till you hear let out a squeak and laugh patting your back, you laugh too putting him down.

“Golly you gotten faster! That’s my boy.” He says his orbs shining at you rubbing your shoulder, you smile picking up his suit case about to ask where’s sister before you feel Alastor’s arm around your neck bringing your face close to his, his eyes glowing with smugness?

“I’ll go get Charlie and the others, poor things must still be packing.” He announces laughs trailing after him you didn’t miss your Dad’s eye twitch when your eyes follow your lover’s form staring intently at his tail and that ass in those shorts, you sigh and let a finger pull at your collar smirking as you won’t let this slide.

“Apple sauce, I’m happy you’re happy, but does it have to be him? Perhaps it can be negotiable?” Dad suggests raising a broad brow to you, “Nonnegotiable Dad.” Laughing as you move to your trunk, he follows finally taking notice of the luxury vehicle he’ll be riding in for two hours. If you’re finally driving safely that is.

“Hey isn’t this the car you got and we fixed together?Ha! It is!” He laughs, you snap your fingers opening the trunk to fit his and soon to be others cases as you hear them coming as Dad run his finger over the side of the trunk seeing for dust, of course there isn’t and laughs again at the license plate IN22•6NCD.. remembering the time you all watched the movie series even if Charlie was afraid of dolls for awhile…

“Hey, Short Prince! Control smiles over here!” The spider growled out, Fat Nuggets in one arm while the rest pointed at the deer demon, you both look over seeing them all walk out with various faces but for some it’s normal, you then see Alastor last one out with a closed mouth smile and his arms behind his back and is his head at a tilt too? You can’t help but coo silently at the sight.

“What happened?” You ask sharing a look with Dad who shrugs and winks before disappearing, Angel then takes his place his form leaving no sight for anyone else, “He popped up in my room no knocking or anything and sped through the process of packing! You know a star like myself have to look great don’t you?”

You blink as you take his suitcase from his hand and placing it inside, “What ever you need I’ll get for you, alright Angel? It’s not like we won’t be a snap away from a mall.” You say laughing and waving your hand.

“I did knock, so what’s a demon to do against loud music~?” The demon in question pouts at you with a hand on his chest his ruby eyes looking to innocent then they should at you, or perhaps it’s you? You let a hum at the thought..

Angel huffs rolling his eyes, pulls out his sunglasses from his fluff and stomps away intent on at least getting a comfortable seat then watch this bullshit.

“Maybe you should apologize Alastor, you did give us all a scare.” Charlie chimes while smiling her eyes follow Angel’s form, your orbs peer up at the demon in question chuckling “Don’t tell me you ran them all out like a bat out of Hell, I thought you have more manners than that?” You jibe.

“Not even manners can save excitement! My dears.” He states, watching Husk come between him and Charlie placing the last two bags inside and closing it.

“Are y’all done yapping, I don’t like cramp spaces.” Husk says, glaring at you both. You smile putting an arm around Alastor hips leading the group to the doors of your luxury SUV that should be comfortable enough for them all. You watch as they climb inside closing their doors for them you whisk yourself in the drivers seat, finally starting your week of vacation….

End of Part One



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[radioisntdead]

Just thought about this, but could I request a platonic ask with the Hazbin Crew (or just Charlie and Vaggie) with a frankenstein-esque sinner reader? Stitches all over their limbs, mismatched and it’s a common sight to see their limbs falling off their body and they only sigh before picking it back up?

They’re very nice, just tired and getting fed up/disgruntled with their own body and how it’s scarred, mismatched and always falling apart.

Good evening my dear! I wasn't too sure how to make this into a full oneshot so I made it into headcanons hopefully that's alright!

I actually have a OC very similar to this however she's a ragdoll so taking inspo from that

Hazbin hotel x gn! reader [platonic]

Warnings:

Limbs falling off, Alastor stealing arms

The first time they witnessed you lose a limb it freaked the majority of them out [Alastor only widened his grin because he's creepy like that]

The lot of you were just hanging out and doing a trust fall exercise and poor Sir Pentious was the one to catch you, he was not expecting your limb to just come straight off, like he was holding you and your arm was beside you on the floor.

And you just causally sighed and wiggled out of a panicking Sir Pentious's arms and grabbed your arm grumbling about having to sew it back on.

I imagine you may have to sometimes reinforce certain parts because sometimes you just go running and SNAP the stitches on your leg becomes undone and your face meets the ground.

There's a sewing kit almost anywhere in the hotel for you to use in emergencies,

Niffty is skilled with sewing so I imagine if you let her and don't mind getting stabbed a couple times she'd sew you right up in mere seconds, I imagine if you don't mind melding fabric to your skin she'll sew on fabrics with pretty patterns on, maybe it'll make you feel better about your loose limbs.

Angel dust LOVES coming up with nicknames for you, Frankie, Patches, Frankenstein's long lost child, patchwork, ragdoll etc etc

I'm gonna be honest Alastor probably tries to munch on your fallen limbs, I can see him grabbing your fallen arm and booking it out of there while you chase after him yelling for Vaggie to do something.

Vaggie gets your limbs back

Going off the fabrics if your okay with that going on your skin Charlie definitely buys some for you as a surprise, she'll ask Vaggie on whether or not she thinks you'd like a certain fabric patch.

I think having a bunch of patches gifted to you by loved ones is a nice thought, we adapt habits, traits, mannerisms etc etc from people we love and the people that love us sometimes adapt our habits, traits, mannerisms etc etc from us, we're a lovely mashup of ourselves and the people we love.

I imagine Sir Pentious would build something to help keep your limbs together, like a brace or a prosthetic covering of sorts?

Alastor gives you a patch and it's just arm themed, he probably steals your limbs like five times in a week,

"DAMN IT AL, THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK STOP."

"no"

You have to get Vaggie to help you retrieve your limbs before Alastor makes your arm into an arm pot pie or something.

Husk would help you with carrying anything super heavy, particularly if it's alcohol because he is NOT risking your arms ripping off and no more drunky tipsy times [I can't legally drink I don't know how it works and I don't wanna know.]

Whenever Charlie asks for a hand and your arm has been detached you hand her your arm, freaks her out for a second before she's just like "Haha very funny please don't do that again"

Charlie definitely works on making sure your comfortable in the hotel, if you're ever insecure about your scars she'll take a pen or something and doodle around them.

Honestly Charlie probably thinks your mismatched patches look cool and you remind her of a plushie she had as a child,

If your filled with cotton like a plushie do expect hugs.

Good evening folks! I am making my way through requests! Plus the part two to Too sweet and Eldritch horror reader's backstory [EVIL LAUGHING] will be out soon!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Val wasn't too slow, he didn't come at all to Vox's distress call. He thought Vox could handle it. He spends the first 4 years as Alastor's thrall dead, as do most of the soul that Val owns. (Angel included.) Killing Valentino and the souls he owns gets old, however and sinners are getting tired of the same old pornos, so Valentino gets to go back to work, but thanks to their multiple horrible deaths, Valentino and his contracted souls are alot closer. They even have a discord server dedicated to bitching about Alastor. Now that Vox is back, they've added a sever dedicated to getting pictures of Vox for Valentino so they all don't die horrible deaths--and also, Valentino rewards everyone with every new picture with a raise of 50 dollars, so it's nice incentive.

Alastor on the other hand beside killing Valentino and his contracted souls for the first 4 years, made a shrine with Vox's heads--except for the very first one. That one he slept with. That one remain's in his (formerly Vox's) bed everyday, waiting for Alastor's return everynight so he can curl around it and murmur the words he never got to say to his beloved Vox one last time.

When Vox returns, Sir Pentious joins the hotel because Vox has always been his favorite of his favorite of the Vees, and if he's joined another Overlord and started something else, the Sir Pentious will try it out!

Angel Dust is there because he doesn't want to go through the absolute HELL the first 4 years under Alastor was, he wants no repeats. No one Valentino included DOES!

Husker actually loves working with Vox, and loves sending smirks at the very pissed off shadow Alastor (not knowing Alastor is watching from the Shadow's eyes.) and the side hugs, the cuddles, Yeah, they might piss off the Shadow and Alastor even even more but he deserves it--Vox still has nightmares about his near death.

OHH okay okay i see. that clarification. Actually made things 1000x worse for me actually im gonna throw up. this val trusting in voxs abilities to the point where it made him lose one of his best friends for years vs show val jumping to vox the moment that it became clear the other couldnt hold his own..... so sickening what the hell. the guilt that val must feel in specific for voxs disappearance and presumed death- honestly hes probably glad for dying so much those first four years because it took his mind off the fact that it was HIS fault all this happened to vox and him and vel. i just want an oddly tear filled reunion scene with the two vees where vox is like "i thought you guys just didnt think i was important enough to come help" and voxvel start actually bawling bc theyve missed him so much and theyre so glad he's back and *safe*. also the discord server inclusion is hilarious as hell thank you for that mental image nonny

oh my GODD thats actually so sweet im gonna be sick. i just know those former heads are kept clean and swept everyday both by niffty and alastor himself, and the one in his bed is probably propped up by all the most comfortable pillows while alastor himself just goes without a pillow.... WHAT WORDS. what FUCKING words if it was i love you ill actually just implode on the spot nonny ill get raptured and itll be all your fault /lh

+ pentious finally gets an audience with his idol! aww this is so sweet im gonna get cavities. hopefully he doesnt get hit with the kys this time but oh well if he does cause i support my wife committing crimes

Also. Vox having nightmares about the time he nearly died.... do you think that he has like ptsd flashbacks or something everytime he sees a radio. im gonna be SICK fuck oh my god. do tou think ohe day he just . meets al again and immediately tries to run away or something while the other hotel members go to his defense because they know the shit hes been dealing with from al....

p.s. nonny are you planning on turning this into a fic or something anytime soon? because if not.... can i write one based off these ideas 🥹

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #swap au

[renardsarcastique]

The Concept of Forgiveness in the Bad

Let me start off that I don't usually make posts on Tumblr (more of a lurker), but this is an idea that I had in my head and that I thought was kind of interesting. This is quite a long post, so forgive me!

I finished watching Hazbin Hotel (a solid series; not 10/10, but I'd say a solid 8/10). The ending definitely felt way too rushed, but that's another post for another time. Let's talk about Charlie.

As we all know, Charlie is the Princess of Hell and heir to the throne. She is *literally* the kindest person in Hell. She wants to see the good in everyone and believes that everyone deserves a second chance. She is big on mercy.

*This might be a little spoilery if you haven't watched the last two episodes of HH, so read at your leisure*

When Vaggie and Lute fight, Vaggie eventually wins, but spares Lute, albeit talking to her more harshly than when Charlie tells Lucifer in their fight with Adam that he's had enough. Lucifer cockily says "How's mercy, bitch?"

In her own way, I think Charlie was still holding on to hope that Adam and Lute would come around in the future now that they had (hopefully) learned their lesson. Adam died (and a lot theorize he could go to Hell, but I'm 50/50 on that; it depends on that story arc), and Lute went back to Heaven.

So, to recap, Charlie, despite fighting with her friends by her side, was still apologetic during that fight and spared mercy to the one angel who had killed Sir Pentious and, at the time to Charlie, Alastor as well. But she showed Adam mercy.

From my own understanding and the few shows I watch, there are not a lot of characters where someone harbors this amount of kindness in them. And to me it's interesting because it really does beg the question: how far does this forgiveness and mercy go? But watching the last two episodes and reminiscing about the season as a whole, it made me think of an anime I used to watch in the early 2000s, specifically 2005. And that anime was Ginga Densetsu Weed (fully on YouTube, by the way).

Now, forgive me while I go on a bit of a tangent but make a connection here.

In the show, the main character is named Weed (given to him by a friend so he wouldn't feel alone), and his father is the protector of the lands and keeps the idea of Paradise, or that all dogs get along. That is until two certain (I think) Great Danes, who are brothers, start to terrorize and destroy any hope of Paradise for the dogs. One of the Great Danes, Hougen, kills a myriad of comrades and kidnaps Weed's father for the majority of the story. Throughout the season Weed encounters others working for Hougen who try to kill him. In one particular case this pair of Doberman brothers. Weed lets them go once after a quick scuffle, but one of Weed's confidants (Jerome) goes against Weed and kills them, saying they would have come back anyway. Filled with horror, Weed sends Jerome away. Others in the pack say Weed is too soft and that this is life and you need to fight to survive. Despite this, Jerome harbored no ill feelings towards Weed and instead worked from afar to keep Weed safe. Over time others from Hougen's pack try to attack Weed's group, but are shown mercy and actually do change.

In the final episode, it's the huge showdown between Weed and Hougen. Weed's father was found and recovered and watches. Weed almost kills Hougen, but he survives. Weed's father tells him to kill Hougen, but Weed can't when he sees Hougen struggling to even stand up. Weed's father says that he'll do it instead as justice for all that were killed. Weed however tells his dad no and shoves him aside. His group reminds Weed of all the evil Hougen has done, but Weed says that killing Hougen would make them just as bad as Hougen is. Eventually, the dude gets killed by a strike of lightning, but Weed says that kindness will definitely get to them (those with a hardened heart).

Okay, so why do I bring this up?

Both Charlie and Weed have this extreme kindness in them and want to spread that kindness to others.

Just like Charlie, who feels so bad for having simple troubled thoughts, says she's "just as bad as the worst overlord", Weed tells the group that killing Hougen, a dog who killed millions of other dogs and kidnapped his own father, would make them just as bad as him.

I feel that when Alastor inevitably betrays the group for his own agenda, things will go awry and there will of course be a huge fight in a case where Alastor is defeated, but Charlie will show him mercy and kindness and ask him to come back to the hotel because that's the kind of person she is. And truthfully, throughout the first season, Alastor did help Charlie along the way, whether genuine or not, so she does see that as a reason to show mercy (when that time comes).

Now I personally LOVE Alastor as a character. I love complex characters whose morals are grey and there's just so much to learn about them. So I hope when he does become the main villain he isn't killed, but that's just a personal gripe I would have.

That's my ramble for now. Maybe I'll make another post about my thoughts on Hazbin.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #ginga densetsu weed #alastor the radio demon #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel

[otakusheep15]

MAJOR HAZBIN HOTEL SPOILERS!!!

ONE MORE TIME JUST TO BE SURE!!!

OMG EPISODES 7 & 8

There is so much to unpack! I’m probs gonna make a better post later, but right now I need to do a stream of consciousness just to get it all out!!

Okay, first, the music slapped as always. My fave of the new for is definitely Charlie recruiting the cannibals. It was absolutely adorable and gave some twisted Mary Poppins vibes.

Vaggie’s arc in this show might actually be my favorite out of everyone. Her in the 7th episode was so good!! And I am glad my theory about her dying was wrong.

Speaking of which, Sir Pentious died! I was so sad. I also thought Alastor died, but he didn’t. BUT, on the bright side, Sir Pentious was redeemed!!! He went to Heaven! And his angel form is so adorable omg!!

Alastor at the end is def giving evil vibes, but worse than we’ve seen from him so far. I’m interested to see what kind of shit he’ll get up to in season two. Also, he said fuck twice in one episode, which made me happy.

Not too much development for Husk or Angel, but they did have a couple of cute moments on the side, so that was nice. Hopefully we’ll see more of them in later seasons.

I need to make a whole separate post for Rosie at some point because omg I love her so much. She’s absolutely adorable, and her friendship with Alastor might be my favorite thing. Them as a duo is top tier.

The Vees watching a livestream of the whole war going down was funny too, and Vox killed it as per usual.

And that’s all I have for now. Like I said, I’ll make a more sophisticated and less chaotic post once I’ve calmed down, but right now I’m so excited and need to get it all out!

#hazbin hotel #spoiler warning #hazbin hotel spoilers #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #sir pentious #hazbin hotel husk #nifty hazbin hotel

[helluvapurf]

For that shipping bingo, whats your thoughts on CherriSnake/Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb?

Ngl, if this was asked back around when we just had the OG pilot, I'd sayyyy this ship would be more in the "neutral" category, for me? .3. Idk just didn't really sense alot of chemistry beyond a rivalry-angle, so they weren't really among the ships I looked at much in the fandom tags (at the time)-

As far as Pentious x Cherri goes within the actual show tho? Welp... color me surprised at how much I grew to enjoy 'em after all~ lol 👀

Like, okay maaaaybe the actual execution was a bit rushed in hindsight (hence they're not quiiiite in the OTP-rank atm .3.), but it was still funny seeing Pentious trying-and-failing not to be a blushing dweeb around Cherri Bomb (who's just eating this up the more they interacted lol).

~(Brief finale spoilers below)~

-And hey, pretty rad ol' Pen got to have a lil smooch from her before he went up to Heaven, so hopefully there's a chance for them to reunite somehow & further their bond more in the future (rivalry or otherwise)~ :>

#hellaverse shipping bingo #hazbin hotel spoilers

[shootingmorningstar]

Hello! I was wondering if I could maybe perhaps have a match-up? 👉👈 Appearance: Female, (She/Her/They,) very long curly hair! very soft, very bouncy, very thick, like a sheep!, skinny as a stick and physically weak, have a baby face and I hate it so much..don't know if any of this matters or helps but!

Personality: (idk if you like zodiac or if it helps you at all either, but i’m a Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising!)

I’m generally a very quiet and reserved person, especially during first impressions! I’m kind of a shy and anxious lurking shadow who assumes the worst until I get a good enough feel of a person, you know? Then I'm comfortable popping in!

I tend to gravitate towards being "Designated Mom Friend" or "Big Sister Friend?" I love being able to make others feel better about themselves or to help them out. Maybe it’s because of some rough stuff in my past, but I never want anyone to feel similar to the ways I have. If you hurt someone I care about, I am never going like you. But if you hurt me? Eh..it’s not really new? I’m kind of..soft? I cry very easily, be it happy or sad, and it frustrates me! I’m not a soft and squishy person !..okay yes I am but I’m also trying super hard to be the shoulder people can lean on if they need me! Growing a backbone is a work in progress, and sometimes I worry I come off too harsh or mean when I actually use it. A friend once described me like glass; it’s fragile, but a broken piece can still really mess you up, you know? Glass-ness aside, my sense of humor is honestly very dry and sarcastic and you probably wouldn’t expect it out of me! I can get kind of angry over petty things and sort of clingy, but I’ll be fine after some time to let it all pass.

I like playing crocheting and sewing, drawing and writing, and reading tarot cards! I like doing things alone, really, but I love the company of others when they want me to join in. Because it does indeed get lonely being alone sometimes!

I have some really gross depression bouts and lots of anxiety disorders that I do my best to juggle, but, sometimes I just have to shut down for a bit and sleep.

Values: Someone who can make me smile when I’m really having a hard time! I guess that sounds a little silly, but even something small to distract me from my thoughts is huge. Loyalty also? Admittedly I get kind of jealous and clingy when people I like hang around others too much..especially if I don’t like those others. I also really like um..acts of service I guess it is? Little things matter to me most!

NOPES: People who takes themselves too seriously. Disinterest/poking fun at in my hobbies or insecurities. Being completely babied/not letting me try to grow. Making assumptions based on appearance or first impressions alone.

OH- I'm Demi with a male preference? Is this enough to work with? Hopefully so, thanks again!

-🐑

Of course you can, anon .ᐟ Don't worry, this is more than enough. I love the details, it really helps me be able to envision a matchup .ᐟ

Anon, I'm matching you with . . .

Sir Pentious .ᐟ

From what I understand about you, it seems like you really need somebody loyal and willing to make you happy, to cheer you up through the times where you're not feeling your greatest, and who's more loyal than Sir Pentious .ᐣ He's the first sinner soul to ever make it to Heaven, and for good reason .ᐟ He is devoted to his cause and the people around him, and your mom friend like behavior would endear you to him.

Not to mention he already seems to be fond of the sarcastic type .ᐟ I think he would absolutely adore your sense of humor. Snakes are typically solitary creatures, so your more reserved nature would really strike a chord with him. You mentioned your long hair .ᐣ He would love to comb it out for you. He has to be really gentle with his scales so I think he could sort of relate in that scenario. Sew or crochet him his Egg Bois some sweaters and he will be absolutely over the moon. Maybe you could help him fix Alastor's coat to make amends .ᐣ Either way, I think he would be a great match for you .ᐟ

#matchups #hazbin hotel #admin kitty #sir pentious

[nebula-drcams]

Continued from Here. 

   Okay. Deep breath. Don't go on a wild tangent that he can't follow. Bringing her hands together, her two pointer fingers tap together lightly as she begins.

" Soooooooooo. You know how I asked you to get me that meeting and all. I miiiiiight have uh .. maybe messed up a little and now the Hotel's going to be attacked when the next extermination happens and I don't know what to do aside from let Sir Pentious build a barrier that hopefully keeps the Hotel protected but even then I don't know if it's going to work and-. "

   And she went on a wild tangent, practically pacing back and forth, speaking far too quickly about it all. Nevermind the fact she hasn't even gotten to the issue with Vaggie yet.

#renascii #she is TRYING her best }} #hazbin hotel tw #★ ► 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔀 ◄ ⌠ Charlie Morningstar ⌡ #★ ►𝓥; 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓰𝓸 ◄ ⌠ Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss ⌡ #★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡

[radioisnotdead]

How's everyone doing? The hotel look okay? Everyone healing up?

charlie here!! <33 the hotel looks great! we all helped out – well, minus alastor, but that's to be expected by now. the main thing is that he's still here and he's being somewhat helpful as far as publicity is concerned :)

everyone's fantastic! everyone's been healed well enough and all that's left are a few scars. I talked to them and we decided to wear them as reminders that we succeeded! healthy mindsets are everything here :D

well.. when I said everyone.. alastor won't let us help and I don't know if he's healed himself or anything. I think he's doing okay. we tried to convince him to let us try and heal his wound for him.. but it was an uphill battle. he seems to be doing fine on his own, hopefully?

I'd go check up on him, but we've been super duper busy over here and vaggie told me to just leave him be for now. she said he'll come to us if he needs help, but.. I don't know if he will. he's not the type to admit anything that could make him seem dependent or something.

but other than that, we're all okay! I do miss sir pentious though..

#hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #ask blog #anon ask #asks open #send asks #hazbin alastor #poor charlie :(

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

What about some fluffy dating headcanons of Alastor, Angel and Sir Pentious? Cute things they like to do with their S/O’s, who makes the first move and kisses each other, maybe how would them react if their S/O’s want to have intimate relationships or maybe kids(?? Idk If you’re comfortable with nsfw or not :)) btw sorry for my grammar mistakes

Can do! I hope it's up to standards! Dont worry about spelling btw, I'm just as bad :) Also I do NSFW for anyone wondering, and yes it's kinda in here. Also, Alastor is asexual in my opinion, although I know others may not think so, so I wrote some nsfw for him. Anyway Enjoy!

Alastor:

• His S/o has to make the first few moves. (Handholding, hugs, and eskimo kisses/ butterfly kisses/ cheek kisses)

• After that he'll initiate everything else. (Hand kisses, kisses, make out sessions, etc.)

• Most of the time, he's the first one to kiss you. Sometimes you do surprise him by kissing him first.

• He really likes to kiss the back of your hand. He'll do it whenever he sees you (even if he's in public).

• He also likes when you hold onto his arm, he feels really proud.

• He does cute couple things with you a lot. But it's always behind closed doors.

• He's set Saturday nights to the side all for you. It's usually for going on a date, but if you're not up to it that day he's all for staying home and watching tv or cuddling (or both).

• He'll try to make you breakfast in the morning so you can have it in bed. (Praise him for it, he loves it when you praise him [and his cooking])

• If anyone new comes into the hotel, he'll immediately show you off as his.

• He doesn't need these hopeless sinners hitting on you. You. Are. HIS.

• That being said, you can mingle with them, so long as they keep their filthy hands and thoughts to themselves. (In his mind everyone likes you, fyi.)

• In my opinion, Alastor is asexual and wouldn't have an intimate relationship with you. He'll make out with you, sure. But that's as far as he's wants to go or will let you go.

• In this situation he'd be a bit uncomfortable, and he'd try to explain it to you if you didn't know. He'd probably apologize for not telling you sooner as well.

• Although if you don't think so, I want you to know, Alastor will NOT make the first move.

• No, no, no, no.

• He made some of the other first moves sure, but NOT this one.

• He doesn't want to take things too fast, he doesn't want to make you afraid. He just wants it to be special, and for you to feel special.

• He'll wait for you to take it farther until he does, and even then he'll ask just to be sure.

• Once he's absolutely sure he'll get super excited, like a kid in a candy shop. He'll be all smiles (the sweet smiles btw).

• Alastor is the type to really enjoy foreplay. He'll definitely be giving it more than recieving it.

• Let me tell you, he could do a lot with his tongue and hands.

• It doesn't matter if you're a male or a female. He'll still be able to make you scream and beg for more.

• His more into it for your pleasure, rather than his.

• Although seeing you whimpering and begging for him, is his pleasure so it's not like he's not getting anything out of it.

• If a fun night leads to you being pregnant, (or if you talk to him about kids) he kinda... panics?

• He's not meant to be a father. That's why he's in hell.

• He's 100% sure this baby is going to be fuck up. Mentally and emotionally speaking.

• He'll make sure to be calm around you but all hell is breaking loose on the inside.

• Basically always having a mental breakdown over this.

• Although once his child is born, he calms right the fuck down.

• She's just so cute, how could she do or be anything bad? She was a little angel.

• Instantly regrets those words once she gets older.

• His daughter would be the one to make mischief. Most of the time it's harmless, but it's still a problem.

• Although he'd love her, and honestly? That's him so he can't really yell at her.

• She'd have him wrapped around her little finger.

• "Daddy can I have juice?"

• "What did Mother/Father say?" *already pulling the juice out from the fridge*

• "She/He/They said no, but I knew you'd give it to me! So I came to ask!"

• "You know I can't go behind her/his/their back." *about to put it back*

• "Its okay! I won't tell! It can be a Daddy-Daughter secret!" *grins sweetly with a finger to her lips*

• Any thought of putting it back flew out the window as he handed it to her with a pat of her head.

• He's really soft and caves for his child easily, but if it was serious -like going out with a few friends he doesn't like- he'll be able to say no quite easily.

Angel Dust:

• This boy is glued to your hip and he really tries to do cute couple things.

• He'll give you random sweets, and set up random dates in the hotel.

• They're so random you literally cant figure out when he's going to do these things. No matter how hard you try.

• Although usually when he flirts with you he'll give you a piece of candy. Idk why, he just does.

• We all know how Angel is, so we all know he's always one to make the first move!

• If you feel uncomfortable about whatever move he pulled, let him know and he either won't do it again or wait a little longer, depending on what you say and how you react.

• Although you can never really kiss him first because he's always doing it.

• You wake up and can barely register anything? He's already giving you a kiss of some kind. The moment's romantic and you turn to kiss him? Welp he's already holding your hand, kissing it and then leans over to kiss your cheek.

• Trust me, you have never started anything because he doesn't give you a chance too lol.

• He likes when you hang out with just him. It makes him feel special and like you only need him.

• So many of your dates and couple hangouts are just you and him with no one else around

• If anyone interrupts, oh boy.

• RIP them, you have to start planning a funeral.

• And if anyone hits on you? It's the end of the god damn world. He'll act all big and tough and he'll fuck them up too, but he's pouting about it for a week+

• He'll also double his clinginess and affection so be prepared.

• One day, if you give hints that you're in the mood he'll be ecstatic!

• S/o wants to fuck. With me? Hell fucking yes!

• Unlike Al he's not much into foreplay, so he'll probably keep it short and just get straight to the point.

• It's not that he doesn't like it, he just think there's no need for it.

• You'll feel plenty of pleasure when he's pounding into you. Besides it's more fun and fast paced! Foreplay is just too slow for him.

• He'll also go for more than one round.

• If you end up pregnant, or talking about kids, he's all for it! Full send!

• Immediately regrets it the second he's up all night with the little boy he created.

• Dont get me wrong, he LOVES his boy, but god damn he was not ready.

• Once his child is older and a bit more independent he's -I wouldn't say happier- but less stressed out.

• He tries to keep his son from knowing he was a porn star. Hopefully he'll be one of those teenage boys that dont look up porn or he'll be scared for life.

Sir Pentious:

• Sir Pentious is a gentle men! He'll do plenty of cute couple things and he'll show you off to the public!

• If you're crying or upset he'll put his hat on your head to try and cheer you up.

• He'll hold your hand or give you a hug any moment he can.

• He's usually the one to initiate anything. He'll kiss you first, hold your hand first, and all that.

• But after that, you usually start everything, unless it's a hug or hand holding.

• Sir Pentious is quite the jealous man so try to keep talking with men on the down low.

• He's not going to stop you, but it makes he feel uncomfortable when you'd 'prefer' being with them instead of him.

• He's kinda intimidated by sex so he wouldn't start it.

• He'd definitely wait for you to show signs and even then he's still a nervous wreck.

• Although he manages to rise above and give you a good time regardless of his nerves.

• He'd do a bit of foreplay and a bit of sex. Sometimes it'll be more foreplay, other times it'll be more sex. It honestly depends.

• And if it happens to get you pregnant, or you speak of kids he'll say "aren't the eggs enough for you?"

• But obviously not. So, mostly to make you happy, you guys have a child!

• He actually likes this one though lmao.

• He'll look more like you but act more like Pentious. He's a gentle man and style is everything in his eyes.

• He's always quite the little genius. Always making something (even if it's matching macaroni necklaces for you and Pentious).

• Pentious is really good with him, bc honestly he's dealt with the eggs forever and it's no different to him.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #angel dust x reader #sir pentious x reader #alastor #angel dust #sir pentious

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 48

When he woke up the next morning, Angel noticed that his hands and feet were already unstrapped.  He wriggled his arms and legs at the free sensation and smiled.  

The plan was working already.

Resisting the temptation to go back to sleep, Angel instantly left his bed and opened his door.

Upon opening the door, Angel saw Doctor Red setting up a table, but it wasn’t the plastic table where the two of them had been sharing their meals.  It appeared to be a much more elegant table that he was connecting the pieces to.  It was just then that he noticed Arackniss was helping him.

Neither of them had noticed him appear yet, so Angel smiled for a moment at his plan going into motion.  Then he suppressed that smile and replaced it with his normal pathetic-looking expression.

“Doctor Red?” Angel asked.

Arackniss and Doctor Red looked up from their work.

Arackniss maintained his cold stare, but Doctor Red perked up and said, “Good morning, Anthony! Did you sleep well?”

Angel nodded and asked, “What are you and Arackniss doing?”

“What does it look like we’re doin’?” Arackniss quipped sarcastically.

“Arackniss, please,” Dr. Red chided before turning back to Angel.  “We’re setting up a new table for you to eat at, Angel.”

“Why?” Angel asked innocently.

“We have something a little different planned for you today, Anthony,” Dr. Red replied vaguely. “So, while we’re taking care of this, you need to get ready in the bathroom.  Feel free to take a hot shower and prepare yourself for however long you want. I have already laid out your clean clothes for you.”

“Uh…okay,” Angel said, playing along and pretending to be confused.

Angel made his way to the bathroom and slowly shut the door behind him to savor the sight of Arackniss having to help the good doctor put the table together and to take the moment to register the situation.

Doctor Red was completely on board.  Don Henroin was at least open to the idea of Angel getting with Cherri if he was making Arackniss help.  Arackniss was downright skeptical and borderline hostile.  Angel would have to watch out for him.

With that in mind, after a quick bathroom break, Angel stepped into the hot shower and washed himself clean.  The hot water felt fantastic on his furry form after a whole day of struggling to stay warm in the over air-conditioned basement.  He was sure to relish every moment with that heat.

Angel finished his shower and took his time getting ready.  He combed his hair.  He put on the deodorant and cologne that Dr. Red so generously and subtly placed in the bathroom.  He put on his clean, ugly gray uniform and matching loafers.  He brushed his teeth.

While working on his teeth, Angel peaked out the door to see what Dr. Red and his brother were up to.  They were putting the finishing touches on the table after finally getting it together and appeared to be discussing something else.  Angel couldn’t hear them, so he shut the bathroom and resumed brushing his teeth.

As soon as he finished brushing his teeth, Angel combed his hair a final time and put on his best shy face before he exited the bathroom.  

Dr. Red stood at the head of the assembled table.  Curiously, Arackniss was not with him.

“Hello, Anthony,” Dr. Red said.  “Are you ready for the day?”

Angel nodded timidly and asked, “Why did you guys set up a new table?”

“We thought that your basement needed to be spruced up a little,” Dr. Red explained. “Now, take your seat and wait for your surprise.”

“Okay,” Angel said taking his seat at the lovely mahogany table.  

No sooner had he sat down, than did the cellar door open.

Angel keenly watched the stairs and Cherri walking into the basement with Arackniss walking in behind her.  

“Cherri?” Angel asked, standing up and pretending to be surprised.  “What are you doing here?  Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Cherri responded.

“We were going to sell her to Sir Pentious, but the good doctor decided you two should spend time together,” Arackniss explained, pushing Cherri over to a chair sitting opposite of Angel.  “So, get to it.”

“Arackniss, not so rough,” Dr. Red chided, pushing him out of the way so that he could pull Cherri’s chair out for her.  

“Thanks, doc,” Cherri said, shooting Arackniss a nasty glare as she sat down.

“Now, tell me, Anthony.  Do you know this young lady well?” Dr. Red asked.

“Of course,” Anthony said shyly.  “She’s my best friend.”

“And Angel is mine!” Cherri said, showing so much enthusiasm that Angel felt himself internally cringe.

“Interesting,” Dr. Red noted, scribbling some notes onto his notepad while Arackniss watched on in annoyance.

“So, is what Arackniss said true?” Angel asked hopefully, mustering a sparkle in his eyes to properly convey his excitement.  “Does Cherri get to stay with us for the remainder of my therapy?”

“Of course, Anthony,” Dr. Red said, placing a supportive hand on Angel’s shoulder.

“Really?” Angel said, widening his two open eyes as widely and happily as he could.  “Oh, thank you, doc!  Thank you so much!”

Catching on to his cue, Cherri said, “Yeah, thanks, doc!”

“Don’t mention it, you two,” Doctor Red said, leaning over and putting a stony hand on Doctor Red’s shoulders as well.  “I’m happy to do anything that will help Anthony.”

Angel smiled warmly and happily.  Cherri mirrored his joyful smile.  Dr. Red also smiled.  Arackniss watched on and simply rolled his eyes.

After an awkward pause, Doctor Red took his hands of the pair and said, “I’ll leave you two to catch up while I get breakfast ready.  I’ll be over in the kitchen making omelets with your brother if you need us, Anthony.”

“Okay,” Angel replied.  “Thanks!”

Arackniss stood close by and stared suspiciously until Dr. Red called him over to the kitchen to help him out.

As soon as Arackniss reluctantly walked over, Angel leaned over the table and whispered as quietly as he could, “Cherri, are you okay?  I mean, really okay.  Arackniss looked like he was being rough with ya.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, Angie,” Cherri said, matching his quiet tone.  “I think he’s more jealous than anything.  What about you?  You look rough.  That outfit is hideous.”

“Tell me about it,” Angel said with a quiet scoff.  “I’m doing better now that I have a plan.  Speakin’ of, you’re doin’ okay so far, but to make this work, we have to pretend that we are slowly starting to like each other.  We have to make subtle romantic gestures and things like that. We also need to keep our conversations quiet because we’re being monitored with a hidden camera.  You got that, baby girl?”

“I think so,” Cherri replied.  “I hope I can keep up with your acting.  I must say you make a very convincing sub.”

Angel chuckled quietly and said, “Thanks, babe.  I’ve had years of practice.”

“You two having fun over there?” Arackniss suddenly asked from across the room, staring directly at Angel.  

Masterfully feigning innocence, Angel said, “Yep!  Cherri was just telling me a funny joke.  You want to hear it?”

Arackniss stared suspiciously for a moment, but when Angel didn’t break his innocent look, he said, “I think I’ll pass.”

“Oh, that is just delightful!” Doctor Red cried out gleefully from the kitchen.  “I’m glad to see you two are enjoying each other’s company.  Now, sit tight.  Breakfast is almost ready!”

Angel smiled gently and held Cherri’s hands.  Cherri gave Angel’s hands a tight squeeze and smiled softly in return.

Doctor Red smiled.  Arackniss watched suspiciously from the corner.  Angel and Cherri returned to talking to each other for the rest of the time required to make breakfast.

Several minutes later, Doctor Red announced, “Breakfast is ready!”

“Oh, how wonderful,” Angel said enthusiastically.  

“Yeah,” Cherri said, mirroring his tone.  “Just swell.”

Dr. Red set down two plates with delicious-looking omelets on them.  Arackniss set down two glasses of orange juice along with two sets of silverware.  

Once the items were set down, Doctor Red gestured to Arackniss to follow him upstairs.

“Wait, Doctor Red,” Angel said.  “Aren’t you and Arackniss gonna eat with us?”

“Oh, goodness, no,” Doctor Red said as he and Arackniss made their way to the stone staircase.  

Arackniss turned around in his tracks and explained, “We got to fix up some things in your gal pal’s room.  Don’t do anything stupid while we’re gone or there will be consequences.”

Arackniss turned back around and continued walking up the stairs.

Doctor Red looked back at his two patients, chuckled nervously, and said, “Don’t mind him. Enjoy your time together and we’ll be back after breakfast to check on you.  Okay?”

Angel smiled innocently and said, “You got it, Doctor.  We’ll be good.”

“Yeah,” Cherri added.  “See you real soon.”

Doctor Red smiled back and headed back up the stairs behind Arackniss without another word.

The two demons left the basement, slammed the door shut, and locked the door behind them.

When they were sure they were gone, Angel and Cherri busted up laughing.  They laughed until tears were flowing down their faces.

“Oh, my God,” Cherri whispered once they had calmed down enough to hear each other whispering.  “That doctor is a complete sap.”

“You have no idea,” Angel whispered back.

“I’ve never seen any shrink that gullible,” Cherri said, rubbing the tears from her eyes.

“Me neither,” Angel said, suddenly changing his tone.  “But we still gotta play this safe.  My Dad and brother ain’t stupid.”

“I’ll say,” Cherri agreed, cutting up the first piece of her omelet.  “Your older brother is more than a little skeptical.”

“That is an understatement,” Angel said, doing the same.

“What is his problem with you anyway?”

“My big brother hates me because my Dad does.  One of the major reasons is because I’m gay and I refused to change.”

“So, they have locked you in this basement to force you to change."

“Exactly.”

“You’d think they’d have figured out by now that this crap is pseudoscience.”

“It’s the time we lived and died in.  You need to keep in mind that they’re as old school as it gets when it comes to this type of thing. Back in the 1940’s, they thought that my orientation was a mental illness, and that gay conversion therapy and copious amounts of brainwashing were all that it took to change it.  They’re also traditional Cosa Nostra Sicilians who believe that the family circle is everything.  Any son running away and rebelling is a disgrace, especially when that son is a mafia made man they loved to rely on, so this is their way of making me a perfect model son they can bring back into the fold.”

“Damn, your life has been a major drag, Angie,” Cherri said, reaching over to hold his hand.  

“In this life and the first,” Angel agreed.  “But this is what we have to deal with for the time being. Now, we need to convince all of them that we’re in love so we can get out of this mess.”

“What do we do first, Angie?  Should we start smooching on the table?” Cherri asked sticking a forkful of omelet into her mouth.  

“No,” Angel replied with a shake of his head.  “We need to go slower, baby girl.  Make it feel a bit more realistic.  How do you feel about sitting on my lap?”  

“Sure,” Cherri said.  “I’m all for it.”

“Alright, finish your food and get over here,” Angel said with a lewd smile for the cameras he knew were watching them.

“Will do!” Cherri chuckled under her breath as she returned to eating her food.  

After a few minutes, Cherri had finished her orange juice and her omelet.  Angel had done the same, so he scooted back his chair and beckoned for Cherri to sit on his lap.

Cherri flashed a smile, hopped to her feet, practically skipped her way over to Angel, and sat on his lap.

“Move your hands behind my neck,” Angel whispered into Cherri’s ear.  “You need to hold me and lean on top of my chest.  Okay?”

“Alright,” Cherri said, awkwardly obeying Angel’s orders.

“There, just like that,” Angel said, wrapping both pairs of arms around Cherri’s back and holding her gently against his chest.  

Cherri relaxed onto Angel’s soft body and said, “God, this feels weird.  It’s been forever since I’ve done this with anyone.”

“I don’t blame ya.  That bastard ex did a number on you,” Angel said, rubbing Cherri’s back as she leaned her head on his shoulder.  

“Yep,” Cherri said stiffening her back in remembrance. “Never again.”

“Damn, did you ever have any man in your life who was good to ya?” Angel asked, stroking Cherri’s back to help her relax.

“There was one,” Cherri sighed.  “I think I told you about him before.”

“Oh, yeah…” Angel remembered.  “Jay, the high school sweetheart.  He sounded nice from what you told me.  I’m surprised you don’t talk about him more often.”

“It’s painful, Angie,” Cherri replied sadly.  “He was one of the only men I ever met who was good to me.  When he died, I knew I’d never know anyone as nice as he was ever again.  When I died, that premonition came true, except for you, of course.”

“Let me guess,” Angel added.  “Jay ended up on the other side of eternity.  Didn’t he?”

Cherri nodded her head, and Angel felt a teardrop fall onto his bare neck.  Then another. Then another.

Cherri sat up and wiped the tears out of her eyes before any more could fall.

“Dammit, Angel,” Cherri said with a chuckle.  “Sorry about that.  Don’t know what’s come over me.”

“You know you ain’t gotta apologize to me,” Angel said, using his finger to wipe away some of the tears.  “I have people I want to see on the other side of eternity, too.  It’s one of the reasons I decided to join the hotel.”

“Yeah, you told everyone in the limo,” Cherri said.

“Oh, yeah,” Angel said with a chuckle.  “I forgot about that.”

Cherri smiled sadly and leaned on Angel’s neck again.

“Do you really think it’s possible to be redeemed, Angie?” asked Cherri.  “You told me originally you just wanted to live somewhere rent-free.  Do you believe in Princess Charlie’s cause?  It’s okay.  I won’t laugh at ya.”

Angel scoffed, paused for a moment, and then replied thoughtfully, “To be honest, I don’t know if I do or not.  No sinner has ever been redeemed from Hell as far as I know.  I had no idea if I believed in Charlie’s mission or not when I joined the hotel, but I wanted to try anyway.  Just to see if I could be something more than the worthless piece of shit I had turned myself into.  After some time with Charlie and Vaggie and their therapy, I oddly enough found myself wanting to be that better person a bit more, just a bit.  At least, I thought it was only a bit.  When I found out Vaggie was kidnapped, I acted on the impulse to save her with hardly a second thought.  Despite our differences, I kept fighting and was there for her when she needed me, and even after all that has happened, I want to keep fighting for her.  Not because I expect anything from her, but because I see her as being as much of my friend as you are and I don’t want her to suffer, no matter what it costs me.  I have grown stronger, strong enough to even stand up to Valentino.  I want to stay with the hotel because I want to keep getting stronger.  I want to believe I can be.  I want to keep going and see if I can become the person my mother believed I could be so that I can reach her.  And if nothing else, I want to keep going because I finally like the person I am.”

Cherri sat up, looked into Angel’s eyes, and smiled proudly as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m proud of you, Angie,” Cherri said, giving Angel a hug.

“Babe, when we get outta here, you should think about joining the hotel, too,” Angel said.  “You might have a chance to be redeemed and get to see your loved ones again, too.”

Cherri visibly hesitated and said, “I don’t know, Angie.  That is a big leap for me to take…”

“You leap off buildings all the time,” Angel said with a chuckle.

Cherri giggled under her breath and protested, “This is a bit different, Angel.  I’d have to give up so much, like my territory and my kingpin status.”

“I know,” Angel said, rubbing her back again.  “Just think about it.  Okay?”

“Okay,” Cherri agreed.  “I will.”

Angel gave Cherri another hug just as they both heard the cellar door unlock and open.

As the pair of footsteps descended the stairs, Angel held Cherri’s chin, she wordlessly nodded to him, and they embraced.

Doctor Red appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Arackniss following behind him.  

The good doctor noticed Cherri sitting in Angel’s lap, crossed the basement, and said, “Well, you two seem to be enjoying each other’s company.”

“Yeah, you two need a room?” Arackniss asked dryly.  

“Well, we were having a nice conversation, but you two interrupted it,” Angel replied with an innocent smile.  

“Hey!” Arackniss snapped.  “You need to watch your tone or you’re going back to that chair.”

Angel trembled as obviously as he could and buried his face into Cherri’s shoulder to look more scared.  

Cherri caught onto Angel’s cue and rubbed his back while saying, “There, there, honey.  No one is sending you back to that nasty old chair.  Right, doc?”

“Right,” Doctor Red said before shooting Arackniss a reprimanding glare.  “Arackniss, there’s no need to be so rude.  Anthony was simply enjoying his time alone with his friend.  It’s natural not to want to be interrupted.  Now, apologize and cease this rudeness at once.”

“Yeah, Arackniss,” Cherri agreed.  “Say you’re sorry.”

Angel looked up expectantly, and Arackniss reluctantly muttered, “Fine, I’m sorry.”

“Your apology’s accepted,” Angel said as shyly as before.

Arackniss rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and sulked.

“Anyways,” Doctor Red continued.  “How have you two been enjoying each other’s company?”

“Very much, doctor,” Angel said.

“Yeah, we’re all good here,” Cherri chimed in.  “So, are you back to do some therapy?”

“That depends,” Doctor Red replied.

“Uh, what do you mean, Dr. Red?” Angel asked nervously.  

“How well do you know Miss Cherri Bomb?” Doctor Red asked.

Angel and Cherri glanced at each other before Angel answered, “Very well.  Why?”

“Are you two close friends?” Doctor Red asked inquisitively writing in his notepad.  

“I’d say so,” Angel replied honestly.

“Interesting,” Doctor Red replied without looking up from the notes he was writing in his notepad.  

“So, what do we do now?” Cherri asked.

“You two will continue to enjoy each other’s company,” Doctor Red replied, putting his notepad back into his lab coat’s pocket.  

“O…kay,” Angel replied.  

“But I think a change of scenery is in order,” Doctor Red announced. “Don’t you?  How would you two like to spend time in Cherri’s room?”

“That sounds fine, I suppose,” Angel replied.  

“Oh, goody!” Doctor Red exclaimed cheerfully.  “I already spoke to your father and got his approval. Now, would you two kindly follow me upstairs?”

“Sure!” Angel exclaimed just as enthusiastically.  “I would love to!”

“Then follow me,” Doctor Red said, turning and heading back to the stairs without another word.

Angel and Cherri quickly got to their feet and followed right behind him while Arackniss followed in the rear.

“I hope you don’t mind cramming onto a small mattress,” Cherri whispered to Angel with a sarcastic scoff.

#hazbinhotel #fanfiction