#a/lastor

[patheticandmiserable]

(cw minor mess)

I had a NEED to draw this. I somehow finished it in 2 days wtf-

How down bad do you have to be for just the thought of A/lastor wiping his nose on his hand after a particularly wet sneezing fit to drive you crazy? Because 😩

This was supposed to be a practice drawing and then it ended up fully rendered?? And it looks GOOD?

I love this so much I'm gonna start biting my tablet

Anyways, someone get this man some tissues

[hehkshew]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Angel–”

“Hh’Hihkshew! Hihhkpkshew!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Truely.” Sarcasm dripping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not dying.”

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

Alastor froze, squinting as he muttered. 

“Don’t you dare.”

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

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

“All good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, now is that so?” He mused.

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

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

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

Angel hitching and before Alastor could react—-

“Hheh’ktshew!, Hhknkshh!”

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

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

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

“Collateral Damage, babe!”

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

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

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

“Hhh’hHHKSHhhh!”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re my favourite, y’know that?”

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

“You love it.”

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

The room growing quieter, softer.

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

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

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

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

[hazbinrarepairs]

RadioMaid propaganda: she is a bad boy lover and he is the ultimate bad boy, it's impossible she wouldn't have some sort of crush on him!!!

BloodHarmony/FieryRadio: Millie and Alastor share a love for chaos and violence, and the height difference between them is undeniably cute. Alastor would be charmed by Millie's bubbliness and ferocity, while she would be taken by his charismatic and gentlemanly demeanor. Millie would also be attracted to Alastor in his Kaiju form, finding his monstrous side thrilling~ Alastor would love cooking for his tiny vicious queen, treating her to delicious meals with his culinary skills~ Plus, her family would love him too.

[cackel]

mouse-lastor. he got moused.

[professorsta]

Stop posting shipping shit in the alastor aro/ace tag. I get why you're doing it, but its not helpful and annoying. Alastor will always be Ace/aro you dont have to tag every alastor x reader post for us to know that. Half the tag is filled up with shipping, in the aro/ace tag! Y'all's lack of consideration knows no bounds

[hcppyhotel]

characters i would like to write more of ;

vaggie

charlie

lilith

stolas

…

valentino.

[glitterrosesnzz]

ALSO thinking about the fact that in hell's greatest dad L/ucifer just. let A/lastor 1) spin him out of frame, 2) hip-bump him out of frame, 3) drop him through a trap door, 4) drop a piano on him?????

like. this is the king of hell. he could've stopped this at any time. he could've pulled out the full demon-mode at literally any time.

how,,, how much will L/ucifer just... tolerate from A/lastor before hints of his more demonic form start slipping through??? i think A/lastor should test this-

how should he test this, you may ask. listen im quite partial to the concept of inducing someone only to not let them actually sneeze- and i think A/lastor would find it somewhat entertaining-

[floraprin]

i really decided to be self indulgent, huh...

[hehkshew]

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS, FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS SURPRISE EVER AND THIS WHOLE ENTIRE FICWAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE? SECONDLY I ADORE HOW YOU WROTE THEM BOTH AND YOU DID THEM SO WELL AND HOW THEY INTERACTED WAS SO SWEET. A/LASTOR GIVING A/NGEL HIS COAT AND TELLING HIM NOT TO LISTEN TO THE OTHER DEMONS WAS SO INSANELY ADORABLE AND THIS IS MY FAVOURITE FIC IVE EVER READ 😭 THANK YOU!!!! EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS, THIS IS ADORABLE

Merry Christmas All!!

I’ve wanted to write a Radio/dust fic for a while but never had any good ideas. Thankfully some anon hate given to @hehkshew was just the creative spark I needed!!

Merry Christmas friend. Together we can keep Radio/dust from dying!!

Haters gonna hate

1400 words

| I am allowed to write what I want and would appreciate you keeping whatever rude comments you have to yourself |

Angel Dust and Alastor. Not two names you often hear in the same sentence together. At least, not in a positive way. Most of the time the two are seen going at it with each other. Angel makes some sort of sexual comment and Alastor says something smart back. Angel always has to have the last word which leads to it dragging on for quite some time.

This of course is in the presence of others. Behind closed doors things are much less…hostile. Their relationship is a bit complicated. They are dating but are more of each other's “boyfrienemys”. In the end there aren't any hard feelings.

Not everyone is quite so fond of their “special” friendship. Charlie was ecstatic to hear that the two were getting along. Vaggie on the other hand, while supportive, was mildly annoyed that two of her least favorite people in the hotel could now team up to drive her insane. Husk was indifferent, Nifty didn’t really care and Sir Pentious…well, he was dead. But that’s not important. This isn’t about him.

“The fuck do ya want Al?” Angel is met by his antlered friend outside of the porn studio. The deer flashes his usual smile. “I was sent by our lovely princess to come and retrieve you.. Is that such a problem?”

Angel rolls his eyes. “I don't need a personal escort just ‘ta come back from work.” Nonetheless, the spider follows behind his partner.

On the walk back, the two make casual conversation. The two almost seem to be enjoying each other's company. “Don’t touch me.” Alastor glares at his companion. Angel Dust playfully pokes his cheek. “Aww, don’t be like that Al.”

“Why can’t you learn to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Oh, trust me. People pay the big bucks for me to put my hands all over ‘em.”

“Repulsive.”

Angel makes a kissy face. “C’mon baby, lighten up.” Alastor growls. “I suggest you remove your hand if you wish to keep it.” The spider proceeds to ruffle the other’s hair. “Be honest, y’know you’d never do that ta lil ol me.” Alastor rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky I care about you,” he says in hardly a whisper. Angel mocks the deers radio voice. “You’ve heard it here first folks, the Radio Demon has a heart after all!!”

Alastor wouldn’t be caught dead saying the ‘l-o-v-e’ word, let alone in the presence of others. “Shut up.” Perhaps they aren’t both enjoying each other's company after all.

The clouds turn dark and cover the sky. A light drizzle becomes a downpour within a matter of seconds. “Ugh, shit.” Angel turns to notice that his “personal chauffeur” is nowhere to be found. He stands in the rain briefly, looking around in every direction. “Al?” He soon finds him under an overhang. That cheeky bastard. “Oh, yeah. Don’t bother takin’ me with ‘ya.” The spider hurries over to the deer.

“Thanks asshole.” The deer laughs. “You’re welcome my dear.” Angel groans. “I fuckin’ hate you.” The deer sustained minimal damage from the rain, meanwhile Angel is drenched. He does his best to shake some of the excess water off of his fur. “Watch it,” Alastor puts his arm up to shield himself from the flying water droplets.

It doesn’t take long before other sinners join them underneath the overhang, seeking shelter. “It appears we may be stuck here for a bit.” Alastor looks up at the dark, cloudy sky.

Angel can’t help but endlessly complain. “I fuckin’ hate this. I’m cold, wet and exhausted. I worked all damn day. I just wanna crash in my room and not wake up till tomorrow.” As he keeps complaining, Alastor gives the occasional “Mhm” to assure his partner that he is listening and offering moral support.

“Perhaps if you didn’t wear such little clothing and covered up a bit more you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Angel raises his fist. “Why I outta-!!” The deer closes one eye, the other’s cornea turning black. “I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” Angel groans. “Oh fuck you.”

Angel suddenly turns to his boyfriend, almost in a fit of rage. “Wait, can’t you just use your voodoo magic shit to teleport us back?” Alastor grimaces. “I’d rather not risk overshooting seeing as the hotel is quite the distance away. Especially in the rain.”

“Besides, I’d rather the two of us not be seen so closely together,” Alastor quietly hisses at Angel. Angel crosses his arms. “You and ‘ya damn ego. Are you really that ashamed of being seen with me?” The deer looks around before leaning towards his companion. “Not specifically you, although it certainly doesn’t help considering your…profession.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Angel shivers, wrapping his arms around himself. “Fuck it’s cold. How much longer we gotta wait here?”

As Angel continues complaining, he suddenly inhales sharply, his head leaning back slightly before jerking forward and bending at the waist as he sneezes. “hH’EhT-kKT’shUH!! ” He groans as he rubs his face. “Motha’ fuck’a, I swear to god if I’m gettin’ sick I’m gonna fuckin-hHI’ETDd-Zziew!! Ugh, fuck.” Alastor remains silent, seemingly ignoring Angel’s struggles and misery.

Alastor pulls a handkerchief from his coat pocket. “I would appreciate you keeping your germs to yourself.” Angel laughs, accepting the handkerchief. “Aww, you worried bout me antlers?” The deer growls, a warning for him not to push his luck.

Angel takes a step back. “Ok ok, calm down. Geez.” The two sinners seem to be particularly enjoying themselves. “Looks like the porn star finally found someone who thinks he’s worthwhile.”

Angel rolls his eyes, sniffling. It’s hard for him to roam the streets unrecognized. If he’s not being cat called then he’s being thrown a derogatory comment. “Assholes,” he mutters to himself. Considering his job in the porn industry, he’s used to people only caring about him for sexual benefits. Thankfully enough Alastor couldn’t care less about using Angel for sex.

Alastor can’t help but notice Angel’s mild change in demeanor. “Just ignore them, dear. They can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.” He remains facing forward, not making eye contact with Angel or the other sinners.

“Aww, how cute. Is the big bad radio demon trying to make you feel better? Can’t even stand up for himself. No wonder he’s the sub.”

Alastor’s eyebrows furrow slightly. He generally wouldn’t give it a second thought but something about seeing Angel’s face hearing the insults makes him mildly annoyed. “I’d refrain from antagonizing him if I were you. It’d be a shame if it were to escalate unnecessarily.”

“Al, don’t. It’s fine. I’m used to it anyway.” Angel doesn’t sound so much hurt or offended as he does pissed off. This only fuels the fire.

“Yep! Keep telling yourself that! You can’t really think that Alastor of all people would give two shits about you. If you can’t keep an average sinner around, what makes you think you can win yourself an overlord?”

As if almost natural instinct, Alastor casually empales both sinners with a black tendril. They are flung off to lord knows where.

“Oh, damn. Uh,” Angel watches in awe. He’s not quite sure whether to feel touched or terrified. Either way, he blushes, smiling. “Thanks for that, smiles.” Alastor sighs. The two are now alone under the overhang.

“Don’t let them get to you. They know nothing about you or who you really are.” Alastor looks almost embarrassed as he says this. Angel laughs. “Wow, you’re bein’ bold today, ain’t ya? Complimenting me out in public. Damn, maybe you really do have a heart after all…hH’EKk-DdsHIE’uUh!!”

Angel sniffles as he rubs his face again, this time with the provided handkerchief. Alastor sighs. “Come on,” he removes his coat and drapes it over Angel so it acts as an umbrella. “The sooner we get back, the sooner you can dry off.”

The spider laughs. “Aww, you sure are bein sweet to me. You sure you didn’t fall an’ hit your head…II’Hh-GgsSh’EUGH!!” He grimaces, clearing his throat quietly. “Ow…”

Alastor begins walking. “I assure you my love, I am quite alright. You on the other hand won’t be if you are out here much longer.”

Alastor promptly takes Angel by the arm and continues down the sidewalk. Angel blushes. This is about the closest they’ve gotten to holding hands in public. And probably the closest they’ll get for a while.

Angel sighs, smiling. “Thanks Al.”

“You’re welcome, Angel.”

[patheticandmiserable]

Now back to your regularly scheduled H/azbin

I need to write smth about L/uci being annoyed at A/lastor for refusing to accept his help

[hehkshew]

Sweater Weather... Or Not (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1700 Words]

A/ngel and A/lastor are finally doing something long overdo and cleaning out their closet. When A/ngel finds an article of clothing he wasn't seen in years he's beyond excited. A/lastor doesn't share that sentiment. Or, there's a possibility A/ngel could be allergic.

@snzysceneslut definitely didn't give me a shit ton of motivation to write a new fic of the two LOL

Cleaning day, the most dreaded day in Hell.

This wasn’t an official day they’d picked, not by far. But their wardrobe was getting rather… Over the top, that would be the right way to word it.

How had they come to that conclusion? Fat nuggets nearly getting trampled by the mountain of heels that fell, nearly smothering the poor thing.

“Alright, half of this shit needs to go.” Angel sighed as he picked up his beloved pig, and that’s how it was settled. Which was how they got here.

The Crackle of the radio humming in the background, playing a familiar distant tune as Angel and Alastor got to work. They’d been sharing a room for a while now, mostly anyway.

Angel’s room that the Radio Demon occasionally found himself sneaking into to sleep, not that this was something he’d admit.

But now it was a little more than nightly visits, Angel’s wardrobe had also been decorated by various belongings, coats he’d never owned, a nauseating amount of red which was too much even for him.

Both stood in it as they tried to organise through the Hell it contained. Already designated boxes alay, ones to throw, keep and donate.

Donation wasn’t really a thing in Hell, it was more like go around and see who wants free shit, and if not? Leave a box out and somebody would be sure to steal it.

They were making decent progress! Though there was quite a bit of… Distractions.

Specifically Angel getting excited everytime he found something even a few months old, claiming how he’d not seen it in, ‘forever’. Moving onto the next thing after a gentle prompting by Alastor, before immediately finding something new as the cycle repeated.

It wasn’t just clothes in there though. Strange things he didn’t remember too well, most of it was Alastors stuff to be fair. An alarming amount of Radio’s, even for the broadcasting Demon.

“Alright, ya’ can’t ask me to throw out any more shit if you’re not going to do anything about these.” Angel huffed, arms full of the miniature pieces of technology.

“They’re vintage, Dear.” He hummed delightfully.

“Well yeah, we died in the 1900’s, everything's vintage. That ain’t exactly a shocker, babe.” Rolling his eyes as he placed them carefully back where they once were.

“Ugh, I swear this thing’s a black hole.” Angel muttered, yanking out another pile of clothes, not paying half mind as he flickered through it. Throwing a pair of Heel’s over his shoulder, whacking Alastor in the back.

“Watch it.” “Bite me.” He smirked.

As he moved to throw the clothes into the trash, he froze as his hands brushed across something familiar.

“What’s this?” He murmured, tugging out the faded pale pink sweater. It was old– Really old, rhinestones carefully placed across the chest. Slightly frayed cuffs and a faint stain against its hem. But Angel’s eyes lit up like fireworks as he held the piece, the memory of it washing over him in waves, an excited gasp.

Alastor looking up from his own organizing, humming as his curiosity piqued. “What in Hell’s name have you unearthed now?”

“This!” Angel exclaimed with excitement, holding out the pale-pink sweater as if it were a trophy. “I used to fucking love this thing! I haven’t seen it in years, What the fuck is it doin’ all the way burried down here?”

Alastor approached, adjusting his monocle for dramatic effect as he tilted his head. “Hmm, judging by the state of it, I’d wager it was buried for a good reason. But pray tell, what’s so special compared to the thousands of over pink sweaters you have stored away in here?”

Angel huffed as if Alastor were stupid, pressing the sweater against his chest as he grinned. “I used to wear this thing all the time when I first got here! It’s so cozy! And cmon, babe. Look at it, It’s adorable!” He spun around as he held it, slipping it over his head with ease. 

It hung loosely on his frame, the faded pink contrasting perfectly against his fur. He smoothed the fabric over his torso, beaming with excitement. “How do I look?”

Alastor paused, his smile softening into something more genuine. “Ridiculous. But also… Rather endearing.”

“Ha! I knew it,” Angel said, striking a pose. Earning an eye roll from Alastor as they both returned to the task at hand, yet again having successfully both get distracted.

For the next half an hour, they fell into an easy rhythm. Angel sorted through the lower shelves of clutter while Alastor reorganised it, making more space for new junk that was bound to fill the small room within a month. 

They had a system, one which worked without issue.

At first, anyway.

But as the minutes ticked by, Angel began to sniffle, it was subtle to begin with. A small scrunch of the nose, rubbing at his face.

“Hh-hHH’kshh!”

“Bless you,” Alastor said absentmindedly, not even looking up from his task.

“Guh, Thanks,” Angel mumbled, rubbing at his nose with another sharp sniff. He assumed it was the dust– After all, they hadn’t cleaned this thing in fuck knows how long.

A bit of dust? Eh, something that came with the territory.

But then the sneezing started to come in fits.

It wasn’t fast at first, but now?

“hih’HH- Hh’TSSHHhh! ihHHT’KSHHH!” Angel doubled over, his body wracked breathless as he’d sneezed for the sixth time in the past minute. Clothes he’d once been holding now helplessly abandoned on the carpet.

“Goodness.” Alastor exclaimed, putting a hand on Angel’s back, “Are you quite alright?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Angel managed between sneezed, breath hitching again almost immediately. “It’s just- hhHHih’kshhh! Hhih’KSshew!!” Gasping. “Fuck, it’s gotta just be the dust, probably.”

Alastor frowned unconvinced, a rare flicker of concern crossing his face. “That seems a bit extreme, even for you.”

But Angel only waved him off, watery eyes and pink nose betraying him. “It’s nothin’, just allergies… Or somethin’”

Alastors eyes trailed over him, watching as Angel rubbed his palm against his nose with a wince, faltering as his gaze drifted down to the sweater. A distant memory, almost as if he could recall something.

“Darling?” Already knowing the answer. “Is there any possibility you could be allergic to that?”

Angel froze, pausing mid-sniffle, blinking down at him, “Say, what?”

“The sweater,” Alastor said, pointing a jagged finger in angel’s chest, touching the clothing as if it were some cursed artifact. “I distinctly recall you wearing it during our first winter together. You declared it, ‘bad vibes’ and swore to never wear it again.”

“Aw, come on! That was, like, a hundred years ago! I thought I outgrew that or somethin. –” He broke off, another harsh sneeze shaking his frame.

“Bless you, you’re not wearing the sweater.”

“But—” Angel sniffled, looking down at it with despair. “But I like it! It’s comfy and… Hh.. Cute- And- Ah’nd.. Hh- hHHih’kSsHHEw!” He groaned, rubbing at his nose. “This sucks.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Alastor said, moving his hands to the bottom of the offending item, in position. “Which is exactly why I’m taking it off.”

Angel gasped, bottom set of hands grabbing onto his as Alastor gently let go. “C'mon, Bambi! It’s not that bad… I’ll get used to it?”

“Get used to an allergy?” Alastor huffed, “Absolutely not. I won’t have you making yourself unwell over a piece of clothing, no matter how ‘cute’ it is.”

Angel pouted, his voice turning whiny. “But—” 

“No Buts,” Alastor interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Off with it, Darling.”

Reluctantly, Angel began to pull the sweater over his head, his movements slow and exaggerated like a child being forced to give up their favourite toy. Handing it to Alastor with a sigh of defeat.

“You’re such a buzzkill, y’know that? I freakin’ love this sweater.” 

“And yet, it seems the sentiment is not mutual,” Alastor said dryly, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to his sniffling spouse. “For the sake of your health, I think it’s best we retire it once more.”

Angel sniffled and blew his nose noisily, his pout visible even from behind the cloth. “You suck. Can’t I, like, just wear it sometimes? Maybe it won’t be so bad if I don’t have it on for too long.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “Are you truly willing to endure suffering and misery just for the sake of fashion?”

“Don’t I do that anyway…?”

“Angel.” He frowned.

“Just… You’re not gonna throw it out, right?” He frowned, looking up at him genuinely.

Alastors expression softened, gently brushing the hair out of Angel’s face, “Darling, I understand how much this means to you, but I’d prefer not to see you suffer. You still have plenty of other clothing that’s just as delightful and far less hazardous to your well-being.”

Angel looked down at the sweater in Alastor’s hands, then back up at him, pout deepening as his shoulders slumped. “I guess, but It’s not the same. This one’s special, y’know?”

Alastor’s smile returned, warmer and more genuine. “And That's precisely why we’ll keep it. Perhaps not as daily wear, but as a cherished keepsake. Something to remind you of the fond memories it holds.”

Angel considered it as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric, nodding with a sigh, finally smirking. “Yeah… I guess that works. Doesn’t mean I can’t sneak it on once in a while, though.” 

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” Alastor huffed with a chuckle, folding it neatly in his arms as he placed it aside. “Now how about I make us some tea while you finish recovering? Cleaning can wait.”

Angel smirked, leaning his head against Alastor’s shoulder. “Tea sounds good. But don’t think I’m lettin’ you off the hook for dinner, Babe.”

Alastor laughed, the sound filling the room like a melody. “Perish the thought, My Dear. I wouldn’t dare.”

As they disappeared into the kitchen, the pink sweater remained on the dresser. Forgotten and unworn.

For now.

[pzntax]

lmao I still can’t get over this person that was getting on other people’s ass (and mine lmao) for shipping radi0///appl3 yet they ship the asexual with the only canon rapist💀

no hate to vlstor, tbh I get it, I really do. But how are you gonna sit here and tell others ra makes no sense at all while shipping the asexual with— you know what nevermind.

[selineram3421]

←Prev: Part 2- Devilish Human

Spell Gone Wrong

Part 3- From Above

Alastor X Reader

Alastor is trying a new spell but it's not right and something goes wrong.

Warnings ⚠

⚠ possessive Alastor, Angel Alastor-7p 👀, Italics= thoughts, kisses and cuddles, 😇 he's a little mean?, relationship advice, friendship, implied/suggestive at the end. ⚠

As soon as a week passes, Alastor goes for as many kisses as he wants. Most of the time snatching you up and cuddling you on a nearby couch or in bed.

He calms down after you pepper his face with kisses.

The Radio Demon does not let you know when he does his next spell test. So you're not prepared for another odd thing that might happen.

You're sleeping until you wake up when something felt...off.

Getting up and walking out of your bedroom, you look around the house and notice how quiet it is. With an uneasy feeling, you go towards the back room.

"Alastor? Love, are you awake?", you ask as you open the door.

Then you see the strangest thing.

Alastor talking to an angel. And not just any angel, Alastor the Angel.

The deer angel is mostly white with light blue eyes, cold looking like frost on a window, the halo about his head an almost blood red color. He stood still and wore no emotion.

"Have we come to an understanding?", Alastor asks and holds a hand out to shake.

"Yes, but there is no need for that.", the angel lowers your fiance's hand. "I'll keep my promise."

"Hello?", you say unsure as you step into the room. "Everything alright in here?"

Alastor turns to you and smiles.

"Darling! Yes, everything is fine. The spell failed again but not to worry, I can look for what I did wrong.", the deer demon holds a hand out for you. "Come?"

You take his hand and stand next to him, then looking at the angel.

"I'm shocked to see you as an angel.", you whisper to Alastor.

"I'm shocked to see you here at all.", the winged deer says, hearing what you said. "You look...wrong."

What does he mean? You wonder and just shake it off.

"They are perfect.", Alastor says and then hugs you close. "Now, I have to go over the spell again but it shouldn't take too long.", he kisses your head. "Our guest was quite interested to see the library, could you take him my darling?"

You raise a brow but nod.

"Sure, I don't mind."

The angel follows you out of the room, quiet and graceful, but still with a monotone expression.

It was odd.

First of all, Alastor wasn't put off by this version of himself and didn't have a threatening smile, he seemed quite relieved actually. Maybe it was something the angel had said to your fiancé before you entered the room.

Second, you've never really seen someone go without making a single expression on their face for so long.

As you make it to the library door, you turn and give your guest a smile. "I hope you enjoy your time here. I know it's not ideal to be away from home but sometimes it can be interesting.", you say as you open the door for Angel Alastor.

The angel just nods and walks past you, brushing against your shoulder slightly.

"Don't touch me."

You stare at him a bit confused as he was the one who accidentally touched you. Still, knowing how your Alastor doesn't like too much physical contact, you shake it off.

"Ok, well..", you take a step back. "Let me know if you need anything or have questions."

Angel Alastor, or Lastor, doesn't respond at all and focuses on the books. With a shrug, you close the door and walk back over to your bedroom.

Some time passes, you don't know exactly how long but there's a concerning thud noise from the library and you rush over to check on your guest. Once pushing the door open, you find him kneeling on the ground and rubbing his head. A pile of books scattered around him on the floor.

"You ok?", you ask worried, walking over quickly to check on him. "I heard a noise and-"

"Not a step closer demon!", Lastor hisses out and glares up at you.

You stop.

The first emotion you've seen on him at all since meeting him.

Anger.

"I don't want you anywhere near me. I shouldn't even be a concern to you.", he says as his wings flare out. "Leave me be and don't bother me again you ruined soul."

This was the last straw for you.

"I don't know what your problem is with me but fine.", you crossed your arms and glared back at the angel. "I won't bother you but you must apologize for being an ass for no reason.", you hissed out. "I've been welcoming enough but if you're going to continue to be rude, then I see no reason why I should be nice to some stuck up angel, even if you wear my fiancé's face!"

"Fiancé-?"

"I hope you go home very soon and never come back again!", you finish off before turning around to leave. "Fucking prick-"

"Wait."

"What! What else could you possibly want to say to a sinner like me!?", you look back and find the angel a bit shocked.

"You said fiancé. Has..", Alastor stands up. "Has our relationship really developed that way?"

Our?

You look at him with furrowed brows, confused.

Then you piece together what he means.

"Do you fancy the other me?", you ask.

His face goes back to the neutral expression and he doesn't say a word, but you can see a blush across his cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes.", you sigh. "I'll help you."

He perks up slightly, well..his eyes light up a bit.

"But, you have to stop being mean. I know what I've done and I don't regret what I did.", you go to pick up the books on the floor. "I was only human.."

The angel is quite but he kneels down to help you.

"I..understand somewhat. Do forgive me."

Both of you put away the books and he takes a moment before speaking.

"I would like your advice. I wish to court the you in my realm but I'm not sure how to start.", he says quietly.

You nod and look over at the books.

"Hmm.. Well, you can read on some material but first, tell me about the other version of me. What do they wear often? Colors and design wise. What do they do on their free time, what do their eyes linger on the most, what they like to eat.", you list off.

"Well-", he starts listing off everything that he could, going as far as their favorite number, which wasn't surprising as it was the same as yours.

Both of you take a seat on the couches to continue the conversation.

"And they like listening to my radio show."

"They do?", you smile a bit. "Does every angel listen in to your show?", you ask.

"Almost all of Heaven listens in, but they are the only ones who ask me questions about it. Like my next topic or the other music I have planned to be played.", he says.

"Anything else you can think of?", you ask.

"They recently asked me what kind of food I liked.", Lastor adds.

"Oh.", you say suddenly.

You know exactly what they plan to do. You've actually done it, of course they might have better cooking skills than you but they plan on making him food.

Alastor managed to catch you making him Jambalaya and decided to help you.

It was fun.

"I think you'll be fine. But remember to be respectful, kind, and ask first if you'd like to kiss them.", you say.

"K-Kiss!?", Lastor blushes like a school boy.

You laugh.

"Obviously start small.", you giggle/chuckle out. "But when you feel like you absolutely need to kiss them, ask. They'll appreciate that you ask first."

"I-I see..", the angel clears his throat. "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

"Glad to help.", you smile.

He stays quiet for a moment before standing up and holding a hand out to you.

Confused, you take his hand and let him help you stand.

"Truly, I am grateful for your advice. May I?", he asks and gestures for a hug.

"Oh. Are you sure?", you take a small step closer to test the waters.

He nods.

With a shrug, you hug the angel and he seems stiff at first but he soon relaxes and leans his head against yours.

Then Alastor walks in.

"₩Ⱨ₳₮ ł₴ ₲Øł₦₲ Ø₦ ⱧɆⱤɆ?", your fiancé asks, heavy static over his voice as shadows start taking over the corners of the room, making it darker. "Ɨ ŦĦØᵾǤĦŦ WɆ ĦȺĐ ȺN ȺǤɌɆɆMɆNŦ?"

"I-", Lastor turns, a bit surprised.

"He's saying sorry.", you pipe up. "And it's a friend hug, not a romantic one."

"Still.", Alastor walks over and takes you out of the angel's hold. "He agreed not to touch you.", he holds you close and places a hand on the back of your head, the other around your waist. "I'm quite selfish for your attention, you know?"

You roll your eyes and wraps your arms around his waist.

"Yes, yes. You've made that very clear.", you peck the red deer demon on the lips. "Now, did you find a way to get him home? He has some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of."

It isn't long till you're waving the angel goodbye.

With a small bow of his head, Lastor disappears with a flash of bright light, leaving a few feathers gliding down until they fell to the floor.

You pick one up and decide to save them.

"Do we have a jar somewhere?", you ask.

"Plenty darling, why do you ask?", he gets you a small jar in an instant.

"Saving the feathers.", you say and pick up the rest.

"Whatever for? They aren't needed.", he says, almost sounding pouty.

"I just want to remember the new friend I made.", you place the feathers into the jar and close it. "That's all."

He seems to feel unsure but you quickly put the jar away, deciding that he needed some attention to get rid of any silly thoughts.

"Alastor, my love.", you sigh and hold his face. "He was asking me dating advice. The other me is trying to make him some food like I did with you.", you kiss his cheek. "That's all sweetheart."

"Alright dear.", he says and both of you walk towards the bedrooms. "Let's go to bed."

You hum and follow him, but you walk past yours and pull him to his.

"I can stay up for a little longer. What do you think?", you ask.

"I think..", he steps closer to you and holds your waist, turning the doorknob as soon as both of you reach his bedroom. "..there's no harm in staying up a little longer.", he smiles and leads you into the room.

He holds your cheek and leans forward to kiss you.

You sigh into the kiss, one hand on his chest and the other moving up to grip his shoulder.

A few hours doesn't sound too bad..

The door clicks shut behind you.

*looking at angel Alastor pics* 7p Alastor? Is that right?

~Seline, the person.

Part 4- ?

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ML II Alastor 🎙️ | SGW ChL✨

[hcppyhotel]

casual reminder that my sinners are able to "die"

over and over and over and over again.

basically, they become unresponsive until their body regenerates.

[glitterrosesnzz]

in the canadian french version of h/azbin V/ox has a fake newscaster voice that he uses exclusively in front of the public/when on TV, and it is now my personal hc going forwards that this is canon and that when he's sick he fucks up and slips out of the voice more than he already canonically does-

[if-underourskins]

DEMO

last updated: 6/5/25 (prologue + chapter 1; 9k+ words)

What's under your skin? What sets you apart? ...Is it why you're hunted?

Being hunted isn't for the weak.

You've been on the run for the majority of your life, though it seems to only get more and more frequent as you age. You're a shapeshifter, whose bones, muscles and skin twist and stretch to transform, and it's why you've been looking over your shoulder all this time.

You've had to leave your family behind when you discovered you were a shapeshifter, sent to live with your aunt – but even then you'd lost her, forced to flee when Officers from the Agency of Public Safety and Threat Containment (PSTC) came knocking on your door.

They hunted your kind, and though you weren't sure what they'd do to you once captured, the rumours of holding cells and collars doesn't make you eager to find out. They're who you've been running from all this time, the one who caused no place to be truly safe, and is the reason why you're alone.

That is, till you end up in the town of Arden Grove and meet other shapeshifters like yourself. Do you trust them? Will they stay? Or would you end up alone once again?

Play as female, male, non-binary, transmasc, transfem and more; and gay, straight, bi, aro or ace.

Customise your appearance, pronouns, name, etc.

Befriend, romance or maybe antagonise the characters you meet.

Play as a shapeshifter and choose from 5 animal forms (deer, bear, eagle, wildcat and fox) which will impact your life.

Make decisions as to how to survive in a world where the government is against you.

Victoria Beaumont (she/her) *not for transmasc or male MCs

Quiet on her feet, you'd never see her coming till she was next to you, signature grin on those painted red lips of hers. You swear those pale green eyes of hers glow in the dark, reminiscent of her animal form, a leopard,'s.

Victoria is 23, with long blonde hair and pale green eyes. You can find her wearing a lot of leopard print funnily enough, and she seems to prefer clothing reminiscent of the 2000s.

Blaine Lastor (she/her; he/him)

Blaine is not a trusting person, not in a world where shapeshifters are hunted down. She/ He has been cautious from the start, watching her/ his words around you, standing in corners and quietly observing.

Blaine is 23, and M!Blaine has a buzz cut while F!Blaine has braids. No matter what gender Blaine is however, she/ he has warm brown eyes. Blaine doesn't really care about clothing, mostly picking whatever is comfortable and available. She/ He wears a lot of compression shirts, though.

Elexis Xu (徐雅莉) (he/they)

Quiet and introverted, you can find Elexis in corners of rooms, watching people quietly and dreaming up his next art piece. He seems friendly enough, taking a curiosity to you, and you've even made him laugh. Still, it feels like he isn't as open as he seems.

Elexis is 22, and has long white hair and brown eyes. His white hair changes from season to season, like his coat as an arctic fox, with new black hair growing from underneath. He likes to wear loose and comfortable clothing, though his favourites are sweaters and baggy pants.

Seraph Windsor (she/her; they/them; he/him)

Seraphina/ Seraph/ Seraphin is the definition of an enigma. Popping next to you mid-gala and leaving you with more questions than answers, their smile and deposition is one of the most memorable things about them. Victoria however, warns you to stay away from them, but the real question is, can you?

Seraph is 24 and has curly brown hair and amber eyes. F!Seraph keeps her hair long, preferring to keep it in a half-up, half-down updo; while both Agender!Seraph and M!Seraph leaves it as it is (left down and short, respectively). Seraph is often wearing some sort of expensive clothing, whether it is a branded one, or made personally by fashion designers themselves, and it reflects their unique tastes.

Brooks Sinclair (he/him)

Shapeshifters and PSTC Officers do not mix... though Brooks seem to be one of the exceptions. You have no choice but to work with him, if only to stay free, and he seems just as reluctant to work with you. Still, can you really trust such a high-ranking Officer?

Brooks is 21 and has tousled brown hair and blue eyes, ones that remind you of the sea. He seems to dress casually out of uniform, and you have to say, his style isn't all that bad.

special route: a poly route between f! or agender!seraph x victoria x mc

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Please head the trigger warnings stated below and in the IF itself. The list is non-exhausive and you are welcome to send an ask for me to add to the list. Player discretion is advised.

As of Prologue and Chapter 1 (or what is written so far),

Cursing

Dead bodies

Violence

Possible body horror

Morally questionable behaviour *the list will grow as i write

NSFW asks are also tagged with #uos: nsfw so beware!

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