#i think i'm gonna write the second part to how hazbin characters kiss next

[kleotheundeadone]

Scenario: Alastor Teaches You To Dance

(A/N:Ya’ll really liked my last Alastor scenario, so i’m doing another one because i’m still horrendously down bad. Might start taking some requests maybe, I dunno. Also, I kept this gender-neutral like the last one, but you are wearing a dress, so make of that what you will)

When Alastor expressed wanting to teach you how to dance, it seemed pretty harmless. Fair even. Afterall he was trying so hard to make adjustments for you. Albeit complaining the whole way, & getting a sick kick out of finding ways to use it against you, (Exhibit A: The proceeding Incident after teaching him how to kiss properly) but trying nonetheless. It seemed only fair that you’d allow him to teach you how to dance. Plus, he was so cute when you finally agreed. He didn’t often smile genuinely, & it always warmed your heart when you could get him to really smile at you, beyond his usual mask. But you couldn’t deny the facts: You sucked ass at dancing, & were absolutely gonna stomp Alastor’s poor little hooves into oblivion with your awkward two-left feet. And this was the main thought running through your head as you looked out in front of the dancing hall Alastor was able to rent out, (does slaughtering the owner & eating his hands count as renting?) nervously fiddling with the fabric of your dress. “I wonder if it’s too late to back out…”

“I’m afraid it is, my deer~!” Son of a bitch! What was this asshole's deal about sneaking up on people!? You cut him a hard glare, crossing your arms beneath your chest with a huff. “Very funny Alastor. Was it really necessary though?” Alastor looped his arm around yours, his smile stretched just the slightest bit wider across his face in an amused fashion. “Well I suppose it depends darling, do you find the presence of humor necessary? Cause I certainly do! Haha!” You’d clock him right in his yellow teeth right now if you didn’t love him so much. And because he’d probably bite your fist off. You begrudgingly allow him to lead you into the dance hall, trying not to get swept up in the sight of it all. Leave it to Alastor to kill a guy just so he could privately teach you to dance in one of the fanciest dance halls in hell. As endearing as it was coming from him, it didn’t help in quelling your nerves. “Um, Alastor, just checking, are you sure you wanna do this? I mean, not that I'm against it, cause I'm not, but just… Well… Surely there’s other things you’d rather teach me? You know what, I think I remember you mentioning wanting to teach me the recipe for your mothers jambalaya not that long ago, wouldn’t you rather do that?” The sound of static echoed through the empty walls as Alastor tilted his head at you, his eyes narrowing into an accusatory glare. “Darling, you are not really trying to weasel out of this, are you? Cause if so, i’d say that’s rather selfish & hypocritical of you. Wouldn’t you agree?” You winced. He was right. After everything he’d been doing to try & be a better partner to you, the least you could do was try this. That didn’t stop you from worrying, however. “You’re right, I’m sorry... I guess I’m just nervous is all. I keep getting all worried about stumbling over my feet & crushing your hooves, or stepping on your coat & tearing it or something.” You knew he’d never hurt you for ruining his coat, (at least you hoped not) but you wanted to avoid doing so all the less. Alastor’s gaze softened as he hummed beneath his breath, as if in thought. “Well then,” he started as he unhooked his arm from yours, taking a couple steps back. “Let’s see what we can do about that, my deer.”

A resounding ‘snap’ echoed throughout the dance hall, & for a split second, Alastor’s upper half became engulfed in shadow before dissipating, showing that his coat had been removed, revealing his shirt underneath. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, showing off his thin yet muscular forearms littered with small light-colored scars. “That should eliminate any possible ‘coat tearing’ incidents. As for your other fears, I assure you that I will guide you to the best of my ability, as to limit any stumbling.” Alastor grinned at you- Not smiled, but grinned- as he gave a bow, holding out his hand towards you, a certain sparkle glimmering in his eyes. “Now,” There was a small flicker of radio static before a soft old-style song began to play throughout the dance hall as he gazed at you through hooded lashes. “May I have this dance, darling~?” Dammit. Just… Dammit. You took a deep breath, biting your lip as you placed your hand into his. “Take things slow, alright?” Alastor chuckled. “I make no promises, but… I will try.”

You were half-right before: You sucked ass at dancing. But you didn’t crush Alastor’s hooves. You certainly stumbled, a lot, & may or may not have managed to nearly fall on your butt a few times, but thankfully, Alastor was always there to catch you. He also didn’t nearly make fun of you as much as you expected him to. Granted, he did make fun of you- Like a lot. Mostly a lot of comparisons to having the legs of a newborn deer (Haha. Really funny Al) & something about dancing like a ‘dipso’, whatever the hell that means, but he was actually a pretty good teacher. He was calm & patient, didn’t get upset if you struggled to catch up with him, & by the end of it you were actually finding it easier to laugh at yourself when you messed up. “Ehehehe! Okay okay, hang on a second, let me catch my breath!” You carefully steadied yourself on your feet, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. Alastor brushed your hair back away from your face, tucking some of the stray strands behind your ears. “You did wonderfully, my deer!” He exclaimed, grabbing you by the hands & spinning you around with him. You couldn’t help but giggle, squeezing his hands slightly. “I’m still not a very good dancer, Alastor.”

“Right you are my deer, but you are improving nonetheless! And at quite the impressive rate, if I do say so myself. I’m very proud of you.” A blush spread across your cheeks causing you to look down at the ground, mentally cursing your reflection staring back at you on the shiny linoleum floor. You squeaked softly as he gently placed his hand beneath your chin, lifting your face up to look at him as he grinned softly at you, his other hand holding yours firmly. “I mean it, darling. You should be very proud of your progress today. I’m ever-so pleased you allowed me to teach you. Just think of all the lovely outings I can take you on now!” You couldn’t help but chuckle. It was nice seeing him be genuinely giddy. “That sounds amazing, Alastor. But I think I'm still a little ways away before I can go leaving hell in awe with you.” A laugh track echoed against the walls. “Oh don’t be silly! What’s stopping us? In fact, I say now is just the opportune time for a proper night out on the town!” Before you could have the full chance to process what exactly he was doing, Alastor was gripping your hand tighter as he spun you around in a circle, leaving you dizzy as he grabbed you by the small of your back & dipped you to the floor, his face inches from yours as he smiled. “Well my deer? Let’s go become the talk of the pentagram~!”

What have you gotten yourself into?