ya boi suddenly got super obsessed with the idea of Alastor, Husk and Niffty being hella suspicious angels offering to help out at the Happy Hotel (and @medsteph’s been helping me tysm ;-;)
Crawled out of my depressed hole to say HOT DAMN SON this some SHIT
More picures of Royal family, with loey-dovey Alastor and Angel ((they are Gomez and Morticia of Hell, change my mind)), color palette of twins, how Lorenzo has become obsesseb with being as glamorous as his mother, and happy Easter Sunday ((even in Hell, yea))~
To be fair, Angel has always had a bit of affection for Alastor from the beginning, ignoring him is just one way Angel thinks he will protect himself and his heart. You know, Alastor was always a cunning devil, who knows the colorful flirting he left outside the door is just a prank, a bet with someone and when Angel says yes they would just burst out laughing at him. Angel never dared to think that that powerful Radio Demon could love someone like him, rather, Angel didn’t think anyone loved him.
At that time, Angel was almost running away from everyone, and as everyone saw, ((at least in this AU)) the people around him treated him not badly, but Angel was always immersed in the thought of being pathetic and all of them just pitying him, and that they were laughing behind him. Bad time huh, what is more worse than “stress”? An omega is stress! And Angel thought he was deserved it, he kept running from Alastor to avoid the humiliating end he thought of himself.
And as we all know, Alastor never gives up, especially those related to his Angel. And when Angel realized that Alastor didn’t give up, one night he called him up to the rooftop of the hotel, proved to give up and said okay then I lost I love you i head over heels with one of the most powerful Hell overlords bla bla well now where’s your audience where’s the laughter of a cheap whore’s innocence, just hurry up im too busy with my whore-things.
In response to Angel’s words, Alastor just stood still and his face stiffened, smiling like a tombstone, then he left immediately without saying a word, not returning to the hotel for 2 days, and Angel, his heart also broke into pieces as he thought he had broken the last chance to live in the dream of having his forbidden alpha, but he still tried to smile and said it would be better to live with reality. At least now both of them have returned to their previous lives, which have nothing to do with each other.
But that was what Angel thought, nobody thought after 2 days, Alastor appeared before Valentino’s porn studio with “fawn mama” loud confession :) Everyone froze, and Velvet was the first to react, she said she could smell the pure keen from Alastor, besides the smell of alcohol and fresh blood, pure hunger, pure angry, and hopeless from a madness powerful Alpha like him, it can’t be a lie. And Vox persuading Valention to let Angel go with “that buck” just before they lost a few fingers because of facing Alastor
As soon as Angel agreed to go with him, Alastor telep them both to his owm room at the hotel, a suite room located separately on the top floor. Here, they sat down to talk seriously, a lot of tears from both, their misunderstandings with the other, their sily efforts, their love, they talked a lot, a lot, til late at night and fell asleep together on the carpet next to the sofa.
Well actually Alastor did not really sleep, he just lay there quietly listening to the sound of Angel’s breathing and the peaceful sleep of his love, to know that Angel was safe with no longer entangled in his arms.
It was the first time in both Alastor’s life and after, his Alpha instinct felt pacific.
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About their first date, after the night of their confession, Angel relaxed a lot with Alastor, and Radio Demon, he wasn’t as hasty as before, though he still cared about his omega more than anything. Cups of creamy coffee with a lots of milk were placed on the table for Angel. The little notes reminded Angel to rest. The touch is small but always ensures Angel feels safe when they walk together because “accidentally” met on the street. little by little, until one day Alastor asked Angel if he wanted to have lunch with him, and when Angel said “like a date”, he was a bit confused as to how to explain Angel just laughed and kissed his cheek, said why not.
Husk swore that day after Angel returned to his room to prepare, Alastor had nosebleeds with silly heart eyes.
The lunch at the bay restaurant was great that day. Angel wore a white dress and a wide-brimmed hat that made Alastor feel like a classic movie scene. Every employee who served them was beta because no one dared to break the mood of Radio Demon. Angel even took the initiative to sit close to him, his omega scent lovingly patting him when they eat together. They got interrupted for about 5 minutes because Rosie passed by with Mimzy and their shopping bags and she couldn’t stop rubbing that these were the most romantic scenes she had been looking forward to after seeing through the so-called Gone with the Wind. ((Mimzy had tried her best to drag her away so the couple could continue dating, thank you Mimzy dear)).
Maybe for everyone, their first date might be a little too intimate, a lot of kisses, they sit closer to each other than usual, and Alastor seems strangely flirtatious. But please, they have waited decades to cherish their destiny.
Summary:A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions.
An absurd amount of information had made itself known to you in the past hour. There were so many things boggling your mind that your vision practically blurred from the headache it produced. To try and process everything was overwhelming at best.
First of all, you thought that you had been seduced by Alastor… but you weren’t. As it turns out, it wasn’t even Alastor that caused the nightmare. The culprit was a mysterious entity, which made an already fucked up situation that much worse. Though Alastor had assured you that the exchange had been fabricated in your mind, you weren’t entirely sure if that was the case. It had felt so horrifyingly real. To chalk it all up to a drug-induced dream was nonsensical and yet, considering your environment, that could have absolutely been the case.
Whatever it was, it didn’t negate the fact that you openly offered yourself to the two-dimensional demon. Or… did you? It didn’t feel right, but also, it felt oh so wonderful. The sexual tension that had been building up around Alastor since your arrival in Hell had finally come to a head, but you didn’t actually want that to happen… right?
Ew, okay, ignoring the fact that you came off like a desperate dog in heat, you were still relieved when Alastor had revealed that it wasn’t actually him, which also kind of left you… disappointed? Fuck! You needed therapy!
Then, of course, there was the heart-warming flashback that Alastor had remarkably disclosed that allowed you to see a whole new side of Husk where he was actually defending your honor, but it also made Alastor out to be a power-hungry demon who cared little for anything else. To be fair, you already knew that about him, but it was still upsetting to hear him basically confirm it in his own not-so-subtle way.
In addition, after all of that, he had somewhat confessed to finding you appealing and wanting to make you his, whatever the fuck that meant. And then he kissed you again! What fucked up game was he playing?! What kind of insane torture was this?! More importantly, why were you still drawn to him?!
Your thoughts were loud and distracting. So much so that you weren’t even concentrating on where you were going as Alastor led you down one of the derelict streets of Hell, which you had learned was Pentagram City in the Pride Ring.
Alastor kept a casual pace, his posture proper and also somehow relaxed as he clasped his hands tightly behind his back as he walked. As your troublesome thoughts became too much to bear on your own, you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking the silence with a question.
“Uh, so… could you please share your suspicions regarding who would target me for something as weird and kinky as tentacle… er… shenanigans? You said you had an idea of who it might be, but you haven’t disclosed who. I also don’t understand why they wanted to make me think I was in that kind of situation. I’d like to know, please.”
A moment of awkward quiet passed between you before he spoke. “There is no sense in sharing unless I am certain. Do not fret, the miscreant will be found and properly dealt with, I assure you.”
His usual crisp and chipper tone was subdued. He actually sounded a bit weary. Your self-conscious response was to assume that his lack of energy was due to some form of regret for offering to help you. Your eyes lowered to the ground as you held your tongue, trying your best to hold back more questions in fear of what he might do when genuinely annoyed. Sadly, that lasted all of ten seconds.
“I’d appreciate it if you were upfront with me about everything rather than continuously keeping me guessing. It’s no secret that you enjoy toying with people, but please, Alastor. This had better not just be some game to you. If you really want to help me, I’m grateful, but if you’re just bored and looking for entertainment, you’re even more fucked up than I thought and you can forget about our deal.”
The comment sparked provocation, which caused him to cease walking immediately before he slowly turned around to face you. The sudden movement caught you off guard, nearly causing you to trip and plow right into him, but you managed to keep your balance as you bent your neck back to peer up into his blazing eyes, noting how intimidating his height truly was.
“Sweet girl,” he began, his voice low with crackles of distortion, causing goosebumps to crawl up your arms. “I would be dishonest if I said that the undertone of trepidation you are so desperately trying to hide wasn’t utterly delectable.” He leaned forward then, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “However, there is no reason to question my allegiance. You have indeed been targeted by one of Hell’s own and I have taken it upon myself to ensure your safety. You’re no good to anyone dead. I am simply holding up my end of the bargain as any gentleman would. As for our venture, why should it not be a source of fun? After all, the world’s a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”
Gawking at him, you blinked a few times, lost for words as he widened his grin, causing his red eyes to shift into horizontal crescent-shaped slits, which made his appearance even more sinister. Was this haunting, powerful creature with the face of nightmares really willing to put himself in harm’s way to keep you safe? Was it just to make sure that he could go back to Earth with you or did it have anything to do with his weird fondness towards you? Either way, it was vexing, leaving you with a sense of unease.
Satisfied with your lack of response, the Radio Demon smoothly turned back around without another word and resumed his brisk pace once again.
Thinking out loud, you murmured more to yourself than to him, “I’m just baffled. What does it accomplish to put that in my head? Why would they think that would have any kind of impact?”
“The delinquent is not at fault for the carnal scenario displayed in your mind. It was already there.”
You halted. Alastor, upon hearing your footsteps abruptly stop, paused his stroll and turned his head slightly to flash an incredulous grin.
“Come again?”
Sensing your bemusement, he turned to fully face you, his expression stoic. “You were essentially poisoned. However, the concoction was not meant to kill you. The drink contained juice from what you would refer to as the ‘forbidden fruit’ picked from the Tree of Knowledge. Humans experience different reactions based on how much of the liquid is imbibed. It appears that the amount you took resulted in showcasing one of your most deeply rooted desires and creating a mental manifestation. The illusion that transpires is not always so… venereal.”
The seconds passed like hours as you put the pieces together of his explanation, finally understanding the subtext of his words. When it clicked, the blood drained from your face as you avoided his gaze. Shame and humiliation welled up inside of you, causing you to choke on your own breath as you tried to calm yourself before you could manage to form words.
“So… what I saw… and what you saw in my head… that was-”
“A product of your own inception? Indeed.”
“A-and that kiss after? You were…”
“Testing a theory.” The thinly-veiled elation in his voice caused you to look up at him once again. The mischief in his eyes and the salacious grin he adorned made you want to crawl under a rock and cease to exist. “Don’t worry, darling. No harm, no foul.”
You could only manage to gape at him, not having the slightest clue on how to respond.
Luckily, Alastor was not feeling particularly patient and had turned back to continue on his path. You closed your eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to collect yourself before following his lead, pretending like you hadn’t just experienced the most embarrassing moment of your life.
Keeping a few paces behind him, you were distracted by hissing emerging from the alleys you had passed. Peering into the darkness, you were met with several pairs of glowing orbs blinking back at you.
Glancing behind you, it was then you noticed that you and Alastor had attracted a following of little red creatures with black horns and spiked tails. They each seemed to be carrying weapons, which were an array of knives, spears, rope, and other random objects that they could find.
“Um, Alastor?” you murmured tensely.
“Yes, darling?”
“Are those things dangerous?”
“Hmm?” he glanced back halfheartedly. Upon seeing the group of creatures that had surrounded the two of you, he stopped. His eyes hardened in understanding as his gaze flickered from you to the surrounding creatures. The situation seemed to be a new concept for him. He was never the prey, always the predator. He wasn’t used to being burdened with looking after a fragile human life, though you could tell he raged for the hunt.
Before you could even blink, he savagely tugged you forward, wrapping his arms around you and enveloping you completely. Your automatic response was to struggle, pushing against his chest to alleviate the uncomfortable proximity, but something about the way he held you against his large frame felt comforting. It was as if he was offended by the implication that someone would dare even consider touching what was his. Your throat clenched at the overwhelming scent of him so close to you. How was it possible to smell like raw power?
His body started to tremble, causing you to glance up instinctively. You had regretted it instantly.
His fangs had protruded from his mouth while his jaw seemed to dislocate itself. The sound of his bones popping out of place made you cringe. His crimson eyes blackened into the familiarly threatening dials and his antlers grew in height and length in a terrifying display. You hated when he transformed into the horrifying beast before you. It was downright haunting, but you understood that it was a display of power. It was a silent threat to anyone who dared defy him, and it worked every time.
The small gremlin-like beings took one look at his ghastly transformation and scattered in a heap of whimpers and screeches, leaving no trace that they had ever been actively planning your assassination. Alastor quickly returned to his favorable condition, finally releasing you before fixing his hair and brushing off his coat absentmindedly like he hadn’t just effortlessly contorted into a nightmare in physical form.
“Filthy scavengers,” he seethed, taking a moment to inspect you. “Be mindful of threats, dearest.” With that, he extended his arm as an invitation for you to grab ahold of it.
Still shaking, you interlocked your arm with his and remained silent as he led you further to his intended destination.
A few minutes later, you had arrived at what appeared to be a run-down metaphysical shop. “This looks… quaint,” you commented dryly, trying to mask your apprehension with false sincerity.
Expecting to walk right in, you were taken aback when Alastor released your arm and motioned for you to go no further. “I’ll only be a moment. You may wait here until I return.”
You scoffed. “Are you kidding me? Less than five minutes ago there was a mob eying me like a piece of meat and now you want to leave me out here by myself? Are you purposely throwing me to the wolves?”
His head slowly tilted and he arched an amused brow as he regarded you. “Have you already forgotten? Use the staff, sweetheart!”
Without another word, he entered the store, leaving you behind to brood over your own frustration of the callous demon.
Just as before, you cleared your mind and imagined the staff in your hand once again. Each time you conjured it, the easier it became. Once the staff had emerged you called upon his shadow to accompany you. The black shadow crawled out of the staff and looked to you expectantly as if waiting for a command.
Shrugging your shoulders, you explained, “Um, Alastor is running an errand. He said he’ll be back in a bit. I guess if you don’t mind, you can just hang around until he’s finished?”
The shadow blinked at you, showing no indication that it heard nor understood you, but after a moment of awkward silence, it morphed into an obscure shape and fell to the asphalt, crawling towards your feet and settling around your own shadow. You assumed that meant he was alert and watching over you without being too obvious.
“Well, well, well. If it ain’t the broad who got away.”
Your breath hitched as you twirled around to see Angel Dust approaching you, appearing unharmed, much to your relief. “Angel! I’m so glad you found me! I was worried!”
“Worried about me? Nah, I ain’t fuckin’ stupid. Once Smiles showed up, I amscrayed. I know better than to get between those mooks when they’re at each other’s throats like that. I figured, eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause, ya know?”
Worrying your lip, you mumbled, “I’m sorry Valentino hit you. I didn’t think that-”
“Look,” he cut you off, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one before taking a long drag. “Big Vee don’t fuck around. You got your meeting, and now you owe me one. You got it?”
Swallowing hard, you replied, “Yeah. Um. Got it.”
He considered you for a moment before rolling his eyes and huffing dramatically. “Alright, alright. I get it. Yous didn’t know what you were gettin’ into. I might have hoped bringin’ you to Mista Valentino would earn me some good favor, but whatever. You made it out alive.”
You met his mock indifference with a scowl. “Gee, thanks for the overwhelming concern.”
“I’m not your babysitter,” he snapped back, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Nobody forced you to go, toots. You made that choice all on your own.” He flicked the cherry from the cig and crossed one set of his arms before looking you over. “But… you know. I’m not completely devastated over the fact that you’re okay, or whatever.”
Aw. A genuine moment of affection. Whatever Charlie saw in him, clearly she was onto something.
The sound of the shop door opening drew your attention. Your brief exchange of tenderness was short-lived at the sight of Alastor’s glare directed at the spider demon. “Well. If it isn’t you?” The static in his voice crackled dangerously as a low hum emerged around you.
“Uh… Heya, deer daddy,” Angel greeted awkwardly, flinging his cigarette aside and taking an instinctive step back. “Lookin’ good! You seem a little upset-”
Angel Dust was silenced by Alastor’s hand wrapped around his throat, his descent upon him so quick, you had felt the air whisk past you rather than saw Alastor move. The Radio Demon thrust the spider against the wall of the shop, his demeanor absolutely lethal. “Why don’t you explain the reasoning behind your careless venture with our human guest?” His claws punctuated his disdain. “Hmm?”
Angel’s arms flailed wildly, trying to release himself from the unyielding grip of the Overlord. “Alastor, stop!” you shouted, not sure what you could do to help. “You’re hurting him!”
“That’s the point, my dear,” he hissed, squeezing once more for emphasis before releasing his hold. Angel fell harshly to the ground, coughing violently while scrambling back to distance himself.
Keeping your eyes on the fuming Radio Demon, you cautiously moved to stand beside Angel, carefully helping him to his feet. “What’s the matter with you? I already told you, I asked him to take me there! There’s no reason for you to go all psycho on him!”
Angel Dust was trembling, his face even paler than it previously was, but still he managed to croak out, “I don’t want any beef, Al! I was just helpin’ the broad out!”
Alastor regarded him impassively, sneering at the spider’s defense. His entire aura demanded compliance that you had to be mindful of.
Reaching up to place a hand on Angel’s shoulder due to the height difference, you plead with Alastor. “Please, just cut him some slack? It was a mistake. We all make them. He’s my friend.”
The calm and collected demeanor Alastor held shattered as his eyes switched to their creepy dials. “A ‘friend’, is he?” He spat the word out like it tasted bitter on his tongue. “How carelessly you cast that reverence on such a debased individual.”
“Don’t be mean,” you argued as you released Angel, daring to move closer to Alastor. You weren’t impervious to his glare geared at the spider, hardly regarding you at all, but you chose to ignore it. You desperately hoped that he would calm down. This was the cruelest that you had ever seen him, and you didn’t like it at all.
“Uhhh… what’s going on?” Charlie’s voice cut through the tension instantly, as she exited the limousine that had pulled up beside you. Vaggie exited shortly behind her, a scowl on her face while Charlie looked around to assess the situation. “Is everyone okay?”
“Peachy, babe,” Angel Dust mumbled, rubbing his tender throat.
“How did you find us?” you asked, a bit dumbfounded.
Vaggie huffed sarcastically. “You’re the only living human in all of Hell. Word travels fast. As soon as we heard that you were openly walking the streets with the Shitlord, we came to make sure you were okay.”
“We’re fine,” you lied, glancing over to Alastor who had an indifferent expression mixed with his disingenuous grin. “Aren’t we, Alastor?”
The Radio Demon shifted his posture and straightened his monocle before replying in a falsely sweet tone. “Are we?” You plead silently with him to spare Angel Dust from his wrath, but you weren’t sure if he was picking up on it. He seemed… off. He wasn’t this angry before he went into the shop. Maybe his temperament didn’t have anything to do with Angel at all…
“Maybe we should get out of here?” Charlie suggested, her eyes darting around nervously. “I really don’t think it’s safe for you to be out here.”
You nodded your head, taking a step toward the limousine when Alastor suddenly appeared right next to you, his sudden shift unnerving you almost as much as it terrified you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and casually spoke, “I’m afraid we’ve made prior arrangements.”
Vaggie spun her dagger dangerously around her fingers, her heated gaze boring into the Radio Demon while Charlie looked taken aback. “What kind of arrangements?” the princess inquired doubtfully.
“Pardon our haste, but I must insist we cut this bull session short,” he declared, ignoring Charlie’s question. “We will reconvene at another time.”
“Alastor,” Charlie urged, exchanging nervous glances between her girlfriend, you, and Angel Dust. “I really think we should talk before making any rash-”
A piercing shriek had cut through the air, causing everyone to cover their ears and recoil at the intensity of it. It was like nothing you had heard before. It sounded like a banshee mixed with dial-up internet if it were filtered through an old stereo. Daring to look up, you saw that the sound was coming from Alastor who looked like he’d been possessed by a satanic entity. It was almost as bad as when he shifted into his nightmare-self.
Finally, an angry voice cut through the static. “Knock it off!”
The horrifying sound instantly died out, allowing you to lower your hands, though a faint ringing remained as you peered over to the limousine to see Husk stumbling out, looking very cross.
“The fuck is your problem?!” he growled at Alastor, staring daggers at him.
Alastor flashed his teeth in an even bigger smile, curled in such a way that not only signified that he was in a foul mood, but that he was, in fact, royally pissed off. What the fuck happened in that shop?
Ngl not that big into reading on tumblr. At all. But gave it a try and fell in love with a hella good charlastor fiction holy shit not even finished yet but there’s a lot of word count and proper grammar & those are the biggest turn ons for me in a fanfic and it’s too good to keep to myself so here
Check out Arranged Marriageby@charliesradiodemon if you want to fucking die of heated fluff:
Edit: okay, so, apparently it’s proper title is called Push and Pull on Ao3 by the same author which I wasn’t aware of since the chapters published on tumblr have a different heading but yeah.
Came across a lovely fellow on Pinterest who genuinely thinks Alastor paints his nails pink and was wondering why he painted his entire fingertips pink as well.
