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Til Murder Do Us Part: Charlastor fanfic

So, this is a fanfic in the works. Don't worry! I'm still working on the Soulmate Curse! I was just having fun with new Charlastor ideas and whelp, here it is. I couldn't resist. I was like FOCUS on the SOULMATE CURSE! SOULMATE CURSE! SOULMATE CURSE!

So, an upcoming Charlastor fic...

I'm still figuring out the outline and stuff.

Timeframe: 1920s

Setting: New Orleans

Human AU

Ship: Arranged Marriage Charlastor (for extra spice)

Genre: Thriller/Romance

Synopsis:

Charlie Morningstar is a starry-eyed dreamer with her devoted husband, Alastor Hartfelt at her side hoping to revitalize her father’s old Happy Hotel—a hotel her father left to ruins after ascending to the position of Mayor of New Orleans. Charlie’s plans for her new hotel are cut short when a string of horrendous murders plague her town and threaten her newly renovated Hotel. The determined hotelier takes it upon herself to investigate these murders, however, little does she know that her darling husband is behind it all.

In other words: Charlie is an adorable little sleuth and Alastor is constantly trying to dodge her suspicion. The newly wed couple is in a tango of deception. Of course, there will be other plot points with her parents and the hotel guests though!

Also, I believe everyone from the Hotel may be in it. Maybe not Vaggie. I'm still deciding. I'm very excited to explore 1920s New Orleans. I may be discussing some of the stereotypes of that time. Also there will be HuskerDust in this fic (I'm sorry I'm a sucker for it. I love it. Also, their human au art looks so CUTE together!)

Alastor's Appearance: How @/ratsayssqueak draws Alastor. Sunkissed skin, dark wavy hair and dark mysterious eyes. Also, can't forget his dapper look! In this he will be mixed race: half white and half Creole.

Charlie's Appearance: Of course, she's going to be a cute southern belle with blonde hair. Well, in this she moved from New England to New Orleans about a decade ago, so she'll have that accent. However! I am still deciding whether she should have brown or blue eyes. Blue eyes are really pretty and the contrast to Alastor's brown eyes is really appealing. But...brown eyes are also very charming too. I'm torn.

I'm probably gonna mess up 1920s New Orleans. I don't know if I should address the racist stigmas of that time. I probably will but I don't want to mess it up. It's gonna be an interesting fic. I'm already doing a lot of research on that area and that time period.

Also I am not saying this is a healthy relationship. I just love to explore twisted and complex relationships in the fictional world. And this just fascinates me!

So good idea or bad idea? Any comments or interesting ideas I may incorporate? I welcome feedback or constructive criticism. Suggestions are much appreciated!

(Everything is subject to change)

[zootopiathingz]

A Promise in the Dead of Night

“I’m scared…”

Her voice is but a whisper, that Alastor barely registers her words at first. When he does, he feels himself tightening his arms around her, his mind already preparing to shield her from danger that he’s not made aware of.

Something’s been off about Charlie’s behavior and he hasn’t been able to determine the reason. From the moment she stepped in his room, he’s known she hasn’t been in her usual perky mood. It’s not unlike her to pay him a visit in the dead of night. Hell, it’s practically become routine for them. If he doesn’t end up falling asleep with her in her own bed, he can expect to find her hours later in his room, quietly requesting that she stay. And he never refuses. How could he possibly turn down such a request from the radiant, smiling princess of Hell?

But tonight, that gorgeous smile of hers that normally greets him when she enters a room was absent from her face. Her piercing eyes that could read all the secrets of his soul were puffy from tears she must have dried before coming to see him. She hasn’t uttered a word until now. She simply opened the door and walked over to join him on the sofa he sits on and crawled her way into his arms. He hasn’t questioned her, but he finds it odd that she had been so quiet. Not even a laugh, or even a breath. Has she been holding her breath the whole time?

Alastor brings his hand up to the back of her head that lays against his chest, raking his long claws through the soft strands of her golden hair. “Of what, dear?” He asks, his voice only slightly louder than hers.

She doesn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead she just further nuzzles her head against him, burying her face into the fabric of his coat like she’s trying to hide from something. Alastor swears he hears a faint whimper escape her—a sound that not only catches him off-guard, but fills him with rage. Several thoughts run through his mind like a herd of deer. What could have happened to her that would send her into such a fragile state? Who hurt her…?

Before jumping to conclusions, he decides to continue with his gentle approach. He shifts slightly, taking her chin between his fingers to lift her head away from his chest, her gaze instinctively meeting his. He’s met with the most heartbreaking look of vulnerability she’s ever displayed. He doesn’t like it one bit.

“What’s troubling you, my darling?” He questions her again, his thumb tenderly caressing the soft, milky skin of her face.

Charlie sniffles and briefly shifts her gaze downward as she struggles to answer in a way that makes sense. “I.. I don’t know.” She sighs shakily. She knows it’s a pathetic response, but she doesn’t know how to explain the hell-storm wreaking havoc in her mind.

Alastor stays quiet, only giving her a look that urges her to go on. And when she looks at him again, she does, however reluctantly.

“Oh Al.. I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and no matter what I do, it won’t leave me alone.” Charlie lets out a small hiccup of a breath, leaning her head forward slightly, longing to lay on his chest again. “I keep having these horrible dreams. They play out differently, but they all end the same way…something bad happens, or someone attacks us, and one way or another, you get taken away from me. I don’t know what happens to you after. I always wake up before I can find out, but I’m afraid that it means you were…”

She pauses, not wanting to actually finish the thought aloud. She knows she doesn’t need to, anyway. Alastor can easily fill in the blank.

His signature smile, sealed by his lips at the moment, tightens at the corners. Charlie doesn’t see it, but his blinking eyes go wide for just a moment. It may be just a coincidence, it had to be. But what are the odds that they were both struggling with bad dreams about losing the other to some unknown force of darkness? Alastor hasn’t let it affect him like Charlie clearly has, because to him it shouldn’t have meant anything.

But to know that his princess was facing the exact same troubling phenomenon…that was a cause for alarm.

He doesn’t tell her of this. No, he refuses to worry her any more than she already has been. It’s his job to ease her worries, not increase them. It’s a burden he’ll bear for them both. What’s one more, anyway?

He pulls her in close to him as she snuggles into his arms. “Oh Charlie, you must not fret over something like night terrors.” He assures in a calming tone, trailing his hand up and down the length of her back. “They’re just dreams, after all. They cannot hurt us.”

“That’s the thing. What if they’re not just dreams?” Charlie argues, her body growing slightly tense at this thought she only just now realizes she has. “What if..it’s a warning?”

Alastor doesn’t even want to entertain the idea. He doesn’t want to imagine that that’s the reason behind their shared unconscious terrors. No, he won’t give into the fear. It will only consume them, and then they will be doomed to face it.

“You shouldn’t think like that, dear.” He says, leaning his head down, resting his chin atop of her head. “It will do you no good. You mustn’t let your fear control you.”

Charlie closes her eyes, her voice reverting back to its pitiful hushed tone. “I can’t stop it.”

There’s a brief moment of stillness between them. Neither dares to move from the warmth of the other’s touch. The air grows quiet, with only the cackling flames of the fireplace providing any source of sound. That is, until Alastor slowly lifts his head and pulls her back to face her again. The look in his eyes takes her aback. His grin is as wide as always, but there’s a subtle glimmer of sadness in his gaze that she’s never quite seen before. She’s not sure if she should feel touched that he’s grown so comfortable to express such vulnerability in front of her, or horrified of the meaning behind it…

“Then tell me what I can do to make it go away.” He raises his finger up to brush her bangs away from her forehead, before resting his hand against the side of her face, cupping her face in his palm. “Whatever it is, it will be done. Just name it.”

Charlie frowns softly, staring at him quietly for the longest minute. She’s not sure there’s anything he can do to make this all disappear. Alastor may be a powerful overlord, wielding immense power that has left even her impressed. But sadly, he can’t just snap his fingers and rid her of her fears like he wishes. Miracles like that weren’t possible down here in Hell.

There’s one thing he can do, though. As simple as it may be, it’s what she needs him to do.

Charlie leans her face into his palm, bringing her own hand up to hold his wrist as she looks deep into his eyes. “Just..promise me that no matter what happens, if anything happens, that nothing will tear us apart from each other.” She says, her voice trembling more and more with each word. “Whether these are just stupid dreams or not, I cannot lose you, Alastor. So please.. promise me now.”

Alastor gives her an incredulous look, raising his brow a little, just before he leans in, inching his face closer to hers.

“Charlie..my princess,” He speaks firmly, his voice lacking any static or filter that it normally carries, “I swear on my damned life, I will never let anything take you away from me. Not Heaven. Not Hell. Nothing is ever going to keep us apart. Do you understand?”

She nods slowly, and as she blinks the tears she’s been fighting back threaten to burst like a broken dam. Alastor kisses her, the tender touch of his lips bringing her a warm sense of comfort. He then pulls her back into his reassuring embrace, and at last the woman crumbles down. She cries into his shoulder, clinging onto him like she may lose him for good if she even thinks of letting go. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he’s said all he can to bring her solace and all he can do now is simply be here with her.

But they both know his words held nothing but truth to them. Charlie’s been the one good thing to ever happen to him in a long, long time. And he would sooner die again than ever let something rip that away from his grasp. He will hold onto her and use everything in his power to fight for her, and he will do it all with a smile on his face.

It’s alright, my love. Is his immediate thought when he hears that dreadful sound of her sobbing. He hugs her as close as he possibly can, letting his eyes fall shut as his face presses onto the mess of hair on her head. The shadow that resembles his shape looms over the pair, hovering its claws protectively over the woman in Alastor’s arms.

Anyone who tries to take you from me will be faced with a fate worse than death…

[praytriarchy]

Serial-killer!Alastor makes a pact with Charlie, anyone?

Just posted Chapter 3 of my RadioBelle/Charlastor fanfic, Evil Ways.

Alastor Doucet’s ambition drives him to summon an infernal fiend, ready to enter a binding pact in exchange for arcane powers. But the Devil he summons isn’t very interested in his soul. She is determined to find an alternative to the brutal mass extermination of her people. In a desperate bid to prove that redemption is both possible and worthwhile, she journeys to the mortal realm to redeem sinners straight from the source. This tale features dark magic, jazz, the economic crash of 1929, Louisiana, a cannibalistic, serial-killing radio host, and the blossoming trust between two very unlikely allies during desperate times.

Special thanks to my editor @kyuumon for cheering me on and helping me so much by polishing my work and giving me great feedback!

[bathsaltsmcgee]

Chapter Forty-Four is now available.

[spookyfloof]

I started writing a Charlastor fic about a month or two ago but never finished it because I just haven't felt the inspiration/motivation. Looking at the doc now I'm at 1358 words. Idk if I should just post what I have even though it cuts off at a weird spot but I also have no idea if I even want to finish it.

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HUMBLE Chapter three

A Charlastor fic. Find it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54165058/chapters/137156539#workskin

Summary: Charlie and Alastor spend some time together and Charlie's dinner companion causes a stir...

Alastor didn’t sleep much, so he was up with the sun. He dressed for the day and headed to the kitchen to put on some coffee. He saw the light on under the door as he approached. Of COURSE she’d be up already. Some sort of obnoxious song was playing and she was singing along. 

“ The best thing about beeein a woman

Is the prerogative to have a little fun!

WOAH OH OH!”  

He silently appeared in the kitchen, not wanting to risk her seeing the door open. He leaned against the breakfast bar, resting his chin on his hands and smiling. She was preparing a bowl of something and had no idea he was there.

“ Man! I feel like a wo- “ she turned around and shrieked. “FUCK! You’ve gotta wear a bell or something!” 

“But then I wouldn’t get the joy of seeing that expression!” He grinned. 

“Jeez, thanks for the heart attack, Al. How’d you sleep?”

“Wonderfully! I got a full two hours.” 

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” She sat her bowl down and sat across from him. 

“Charlie, dear. WHAT are you eating?” 

“Um, cereal? They’re hell-o’s.”

“They’re garbage.” He snapped his finger and made her bowl disappear.

“HEY!” 

“I cannot sit idly by while you ingest that sugary sludge. I’m going to fix you a proper breakfast.” 

“I LIKE that sugary sludge.” Charlie grumbled as she poured a large cup of coffee. He watched in horror as she added more and more scoops of sugar. Her eyes flicked up towards him. “Don’t you DARE take my coffee.” 

“Fine, I’ll just watch you ruin perfectly good coffee.” He grimaced when she added creamer. “Charlotte, you’re killing me.” 

“So get your own cup of coffee and don’t judge mine.” She smirked and sipped it. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. 

He took the time to really examine the princess of hell. Her massive amount of hair was piled on top of her head and resembled a bird’s nest. She seemed to be bright eyed and bushy tailed with no trace of the downtrodden girl he’d glimpsed last night. She seemed to be wearing an oversized shirt with no pants, a fact she either wasn’t aware of or didn’t care about. The shirt went down to her thighs. His eyes widened when she turned around and reached for something off the top shelf and he saw a glimpse of bright pink underwear. She turned back around and saw his shell shocked expression. “What?” 

“I don’t know about you, but i was raised to wear pants to the table.” He smirked. 

“Oh!” Her cheeks flushed even brighter. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m always here by myself. Angel and Vaggie won’t be up for hours. I didn’t even think about…” she blushed and sipped her coffee. 

“Quite alright, dear. I thought perhaps you had a rather strange policy and I’d be forced to abandon mine as well.” 

Charlie choked on her coffee and laughed. “No! Oh god, I’m sorry. This is mortifying. I’m not making a very good impression.” 

“No, but you’re making an interesting one.” He smiled. “What ARE you doing up at this hour?” 

“I’ve always been an early riser. This is just a part of my routine. I come down here and have a quick breakfast and go over my plans for the day.” She gestured towards a bulky planner beside her. 

Alastor grimaced. “What is that thing? You’ve stuffed it to the gills!” 

“Oh! That book basically contains my life. It’s my planner, diary, scrapbook…proooobably shouldn’t have told you all that.” 

“Don’t worry, darling, I have no desire to read your innermost thoughts. I imagine it to be quite frightening.” He rolled up his sleeves and began getting ingredients out of the fridge. “How do you take your eggs?” 

She blinked at him in confusion. “Um…cooked?” 

“I mean scrambled, sunny side up, fried…” 

“Oh! Um…I don’t really know.” 

Alastor banged his head against the refrigerator. “You dear, sweet child. I don’t know whether to pity you or throttle you.”

“Excuse me?!”

“How do you not even know how to cook an egg?!” 

“Because I never had to! I grew up in a freaking palace! And that’s where I lived until I bought this place and moved in a couple years ago. No one ever taught me anything because they just assumed I’d have it brought to me on a silver platter. Do you know how embarrassing it was to not even know how to wash clothing?! So forgive me for not knowing how to cook a fucking egg!” 

Alastor grinned widely at her. The little demon Belle’s horns had begun to sprout and her eyes glowed red. “Oh my! I’m tempted to continue riling you up to see what happens.” 

Charlotte’s eyes widened and she immediately shifted back. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” She grabbed her book and bolted for the door. He managed to get to it with his shadow before her and keep her from leaving. “Alastor, let me go.”

“Forgive me, Charlotte. We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot this morning. I didn’t intend to upset you. Can we start fresh and have a civilized breakfast?” 

Charlie’s arms were crossed and her face was scrunched up in the most adorable way. “Are you going to stop being a dick?” 

“I make no promises.” He grinned. 

“Fine. But only because you stole my breakfast and I’m hungry.” She sat back down at the counter and huffed. 

“If you’re good, I’ll make you a special treat I just know you’ll love!” 

“Can we stop with the condescension? I’m not a child. I’m MUCH older than you. I’m not a silly little girl or a puppy to pat on the head. Got it?!” 

A red swirl of magic had surrounded him, coiling like a snake. He grinned widely at Charlie. “Didn’t think you’d be into tying people up, doll!” 

She rolled her eyes and waved her hand, vanishing the magic. “God, you sound like angel dust.” 

“Only teasing, sugar. It was an impressive little display.” 

He turned his attention to cooking, which Charlie was grateful for. GOD could he be obnoxious! She had not had enough coffee to deal with him this morning. She downed her cup and turned to grab the pot. When she turned back around to refill her cup, it was already sitting there waiting for her. She blinked at it and glanced at Alastor, who was still working away at the stove. She smiled and sipped her coffee. It was exactly how she took it. A peace offering. 

Charlie was completely absorbed in her planner when a plate was set down in front of her. She jumped and looked up in surprise, having completely forgotten that Alastor was there. “Oh! Thank you.” 

“What’s on your busy schedule today?” He sipped his coffee and smiled. 

“Weeeeell I was hoping you’d have some time this morning to go over some of the business stuff with me, as well as plans for the hotel. After that I’ve blocked off a few hours to finish cleaning out the attic, and then I have a dinner meeting with a potential investor!” 

“Oh? And who would that be?” 

“His name is Vox, the demon with the tv head?” 

Alastor’s head snapped up and loud crackling and static filled the room. “ No.” 

“No what?”

“We do not need to associate with that grandstanding buffoon!”

Charlie raised her eyebrows. “Sounds like someone has some beef with Vox.”

“He’s an arrogant narcissistic asshole who is only interested in boosting his reputation and fortune.” 

“Sure, sure, you don’t seem personally invested at all. Well, you don’t have to join us for dinner.” 

“Absolutely not, Charlotte. We cannot trust that overlord!” 

“Do you REALLY wanna lecture me about trusting overlords, Alastor? Because your reputation is far worse than his.” 

“Surely you could find someone else to be an investor! Let me use my connections and set up a meeting.” 

Charlie sighed. “Alastor, we can’t afford to make an enemy of the Vee’s. I’m not going to agree to anything, sign any contracts, or make any deals. We are simply having dinner to discuss the hotel.” 

Alastor was silent. “I suppose I can’t stop you from going. But I think this is a bad idea.” 

What could Vox possibly want to do with the hotel? What would he gain from investing? What would he be getting out of this? He got his answer when Charlie came down the stairs that evening. She was talking to Angel as she fastened her earring. “I should be back in a couple of hours. Are you sure I’m dressed alright?” 

“Are you kidding?! You look smokin’ baby!”

“Thank you, but that’s not what I meant. I want to look professional and classy. Of course he picked a fancy restaurant.” 

“Let’s get strawberry’s opinion. Well? Is she a classy looking lady or what?”

Charlie was dressed in a deep blue cocktail dress that hit just above the knee, with sapphire earrings and tall heels. Her makeup was soft and her hair was curled neatly. 

“You look lovely, doll. Do you require an escort to your destination?” 

“No, thanks though! He’s sending a car.” 

“Remember, Toots. Confidence. So put on a smile, push up your tits, and win him over. Seriously, do those go any higher? Maybe you got a wonder bra or somethin’?” 

“Angel!” Charlie hissed. 

“C’mere, let me help.” He yanked her into the tiny office behind the counter. 

“ANGEL!” Charlie shouted. 

“It looks better!” 

Charlie came rushing out of the back, cheeks burning brightly. Angel just looked smug. 

“I’m tellin’ ya, Charlie. You’ve got a hot body. Use it! What good is it to look like that and not use it to your advantage? Take it from me, my tits have gotten me plenty of advantages. Actually, this is just chest fluff, but if I make it look like tits, I’ve got idiots drooling all over me.” 

“Charlotte does not need to use her body to succeed!” Alastor’s voice crackled. 

“Calm down, grandpa, I ain’t tellin’ her to sleep with him! Though it would help…” they both jumped as the static increased. “Jeez you’re uptight! I was kidding. Cool your jets. I’m just saying, I know Charlie can give a fantastic pitch, it just doesn’t hurt to put it in pretty packaging. Your car’s here, toots. Where ya havin’ dinner?”

“Chez Mal. Oh boy. Wish me luck!” Charlie walked out the front door of the hotel. 

“What’s the problem, strawberry? Feelin’ jealous?” Angel batted his eyes at him. “Because if you’re lookin’ for some company-“ Angel was stopped in his tracks by a shadow wrapping around him.

“Let’s get one thing straight, my effeminate fellow. Charlie may put up with your crass behavior, but I will not. You will speak to me with respect and I shall extend the same courtesy to you. Do you understand?” 

“Ooh, harder, deer daddy!” Angel grinned. 

“What's going on here?!” Vaggie said as she entered the hotel. 

“Just having a conversation, doll.” Alastor smiled. 

“Let. Him. Go.” 

“Calm down, Vagatha.” He released Angel. 

“That’s not my name. Where’s Charlie? I’ve been out all day passing out flyers for the hotel and doing the weekly shopping.” 

“She left for her meeting.” Angel replied, examining his nails and looking bored. 

“What meeting?” 

“The dinner meeting with Vox.” 

“WHAT?!” 

Angel blinked in surprise. “She didn’t tell you?”

“No she didn’t fucking tell me! Because she knows I wouldn’t have let her go!”

“Sorry toots, but you don’t own her and you can’t control her. No matter how much you want to.” Angel smirked. 

“And you! You know Vox is an asshole! You let her go?!” She snarled at Alastor. 

“To echo the spider, I don’t own her. I can’t control her. I did try to talk her out of it.” 

“Fuck! I don’t trust any of the Vee’s.” 

Alastor had an idea. “I coooould send my shadow to keep an eye on her. For a price.”

“I’m not selling you my fucking soul.”

“And I’m not interested in possessing it.”

“Forget it. I’m not making any deals with you. I’ll just go find her myself.”

“And do what, exactly? Drag her out of there? Scold her like a child?” 

“Fuck you! I can’t believe you two.” She headed upstairs and began calling Charlie. 

“Ignore her. She’s just bitter cuz she can’t get Charlie on her team.” Angel snorted. 

“I’m afraid I don’t follow?” 

“Vaggie is a taco eater. Charlie, while eating the occasional taco, prefers the sausage.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“She’s a lesbian! And Charlie ain’t!” Husk raised his head from the bar where he’d been passed out. 

“Oooooh. I see. Now I understand her behavior.” This was an interesting bit of information to have. “And does Charlotte know?”

Angel laughed loudly. “Charlie wouldn’t know someone was hittin’ on her if her life depended on it. She just thinks everyone wants to be her friend.”

Oh dear. That could be a problem. Because someone like Vox would absolutely use that to his advantage. Angel finished his drink, and when he turned around, Alastor was gone. 

“Charlotte! You look breathtaking this evening.” Vox helped her out of the car and kissed her cheek. 

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure what to wear, I don’t go to places like this a lot.”

“That, my dear, is a shame. A woman like you should be spoiled! Come, we’ve got a reservation for the finest table in the place.” He offered his elbow and Charlie took it, feeling a bit self conscious. He led her inside and pulled out her chair for her. She thanked him and tried to remember the pitch she’d prepared. 

A waiter appeared and poured them each a glass of wine. Charlie looked around and felt confused. It seemed to be an awfully romantic place for a meeting.

“Something on your mind, darling?” He smiled at her.

“I was just admiring the view. It’s lovely, you can see the whole city from here.” She smiled as she looked out the large picture window.

“Yes, the view IS stunning. I could stare at it all day.” Vox was smiling at her and laying on the charm. 

My god, Charlie WAS oblivious. Alastor slapped his palm against his face. He’d gone to the restaurant in case he needed to make a quick rescue, but for now he was outside and letting his shadow do the spy work. 

“I bet you can see the hotel from here!” Charlie grinned. Vox’s face (screen?) fell as he realized his flirting had gone right over her head. “I’m super excited to tell you about everything we have to offer! I even brought a binder you can take with you full of information about the project.” She snapped her fingers and a hot pink binder appeared.

Alastor laughed hysterically upon seeing Vox’s expression, making the other demons on the street scatter. Clearly he’d thought they’d put business aside and it would be a romantic evening. He’d underestimated Charlie.

They all did. 

45 minutes later, Charlie reached the end of her presentation and smiled widely. “Well?” 

“That was…thorough.” He smiled.

“You can take the binder with you to show the other Vees. I highlighted the important parts!” She shoved the binder at him.

He flipped it open and frowned. “It’s all highlighted.”

“Yep!” 

He shut the binder and gave her a tight smile. “Thank you for this. I’ll have to give it some thought.”

“That’s all I’m asking for!”

“Perhaps we can put business aside for the evening?”

“Oh, of course! I’m sorry, once I get turned on it’s hard to turn me back off!” She giggled. Vox choked on his wine. Alastor laughed hysterically. 

“Are you alright?!” 

“Yes, sorry about that.” He gave her a charming smile. “I have to say, Charlotte, that I find you quite enchanting.” 

“Oh you can just call me Charlie!” She smiled. 

“Charlie…you have a beautiful smile.”

“Aw, thank you! I think the fangs take away from it.” She giggled. 

“Not at all. You’re a vision, Charlie.”

“You’re so sweet!” 

“And it’s not just your looks, though they are stunning. It’s your personality, your drive. Your…passion.” He reached across the table and took Charlie’s hand.

Surely to GOD Charlie would pick up on it now. No one could be that oblivious.

He was wrong.

Charlie smiled brightly and put her hand on top of his. “It means so much to hear you say that. I’ve felt pretty discouraged lately. A lot of people hate my guts. Sometimes it builds up and takes a toll on me.” 

“How could anyone hate an angel like you?” He leaned closer. 

“Oh believe me, plenty of people do. Either because of my personality or my dad.” 

“They’d be a fool not to see how wonderful you are.” 

Ugh. Alastor hated Vox even more now. 

“You’re sweet. Thank you for tonight, this was great! I needed to get out. I live and work at the hotel so there’s days I never leave it.” 

“Well then, I suppose we’ll have to do this again.”

The bill came and Charlie reached for it, but Vox handed over his card. “I’m happy to have made you smile this evening.”

“Fine, but the next one is on me!” 

They headed outside and Alastor was right behind them. “Could I interest you in a nightcap?” Vox asked, his hand on her lower back. Alastor quietly steamed.  

“Oh, thank you, but I should really get back to the hotel.”

“Surely they can manage without you for a bit longer.”

“It’s just, we have some new residents, and I feel bad for taking off on them.” 

“Your devotion to your guests is wonderful, Charlotte. But is anyone devoted to you?” 

“I mean, I know I can count on my best friend Vaggie. We’ve been through soooo much together.” 

“But does anyone hold your heart?” Vox stepped closer, placing a hand on her waist. 

“Whaaaat’s happening?” Charlie asked, completely confused. 

“Someone should be devoted to you, Charlotte. Worship and adore you.” He brushed a finger across her cheek. Charlie was frozen in place with wide eyes. 

“I’m not…really the worshiping type…” she really wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Men should be falling at your feet just to earn one of your smiles.”

“That’s kind of dramatic.” She whispered it since he was moving closer. Uh, what the FUCK?

“Charlotte…” he cupped her cheek and leaned forward. Charlie was in full panic mode. 

“THERE you are, doll! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Alastor’s voice made them both jump. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?! Stay back, Charlie.” He stood in front of her. 

“Weeeell! Aren’t you noble! But that’s unnecessary. Charlie and I are partners.” He grinned.

“Partners?!” Vox looked stunned. 

“Right…I mentioned that I just took on a new business partner…” Charlie was anxious. This could be very, VERY bad. 

“You’re working with the RADIO demon?!” Blue lights flickered across his screen. 

“Sooort oooof?”

“Sort of? Why, we signed the papers this morning, didn’t we, doll?” Alastor slung an arm around her.

“Charlie, you shouldn’t be working with him. You have no idea what he’s capable of.” 

“I’d be HAPPY to demonstrate!” Alastor grinned. 

“NO!” Charlie stood in front of him. “Al, we talked about this.”

“AL?” Vox gaped at the pair. 

Charlie turned around with a bright forced smile. “Thank you for a LOVELY evening-“ she shoved Alastor’s hand off her shoulder. “And I’d love to continue this conversation another TIME-“ she removed his other hand. “And I hope that my association with ALASTOR-“ another smack. “Won’t influence how you feel about me or the hotel.” She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as Alastor placed both hands back on her shoulders. 

“Of course, Charlie. Let’s talk about this again. ALONE.” 

“Thank you, Vox.” She removed herself from Alastor. She leaned forward and kissed Vox’s cheek (or where a cheek would be) causing his screen to flicker. “Goodn-“ was all she got out before Alastor grabbed her hand and took her back to the hotel. 

“WHAT THE FUCK, ALASTOR?!” Charlie screamed at him, her horns growing and her eyes blazing red as they stood before the hotel.

“It was a rescue, doll! I could tell you didn’t want that waste of electricity to kiss you!”

“What were you even DOING there?!” 

“Keeping an eye on things.” 

“Alastor, we have to have boundaries! That was not ok!” 

“So I should’ve let him force himself on you?”

“He wasn’t going to force himself on me!” Their shouting had drawn the others out of the hotel. 

“Really? Would you have stopped him on your own? You looked like a deer in the headlights!”

“I WOULD HAVE HANDLED IT!” 

“CHARLIE! What the hell were you thinking?!” Vaggie stomped over. 

“I cannot deal with both of you right now, Vaggie.” 

“But-“

“PLEASE.” Charlie pleaded. Vaggie nodded and retreated. “Alastor, you’ve potentially ruined a HUGE opportunity! And over what?! And I swear to GOD if you say entertainment, I will kick your ass so hard that you’ll have to search all nine circles TO FIND IT!” 

Alastor was stunned. And pleasantly surprised. But he was the one in control here. He stepped closer to her and looked down on her with a smile. “The only opportunity I ruined, sweetheart, was the opportunity for him to get in your pants. He had no interest in your hotel. He wanted to fuck you. And if you cannot see that, you are even more gullible and naive than I thought.” 

“Ooooooh shit.” Angel whispered, watching the pair with wide eyes. This was either gonna get really good or really bad.

Alastor prided himself on always having the upper hand. He was always in control, and always prepared for anything. But what he wasn’t prepared for was Charlotte’s fist slamming into his face, knocking him to the ground.

“YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW THAT?!” She sobbed. “That’s how it ALWAYS is, Alastor! No one will ever take me seriously because of the way I look! You and everyone else believe that I’m a naive little girl, but guess what? I’ve been around longer than all your lifetimes combined. This is nothing new to me. There will ALWAYS be people who just want to use me, but it is up to ME to handle it! You have NO IDEA about ANY of the shit I have dealt with!  And I’m still here. So I don’t need a fucking knight in shining armor. I don’t need a guard dog. And I don’t need you.” Charlie turned and pushed past the other residents and went inside. 

There was tense silence. “We’re all gonna fucking die, aren’t we?” Angel finally said. 

Alastor was still on the ground, a large grin on his face. He was absolutely stunned. He was enraged. He was…

Aroused?

He teleported back into his room. He touched his cheek where Charlie had punched him and smiled wider, causing an ache in his jaw. For the first time in DECADES, someone was able to touch him. To keep him on his toes. To potentially kill him. 

FANTASTIC!

That was the first time he’d truly felt ALIVE in years. And if he wanted to keep this feeling, he needed to fix this. He knew exactly how. 

Charlie was furious. How DARE he show up and act like a jackass?! She would’ve handled it. She would’ve politely told Vox she was only interested in a business partnership. It would’ve been awkward, sure, but at least diplomatic. The Vees would never consider working with them now. 

The part she was the most upset about was that she had been a bit naive. She’d truly hoped it was a business meeting. But as soon as she saw the romantic setting and the way his eyes were glued to her, she knew it wasn’t. She’d hoped by being seemingly oblivious that he’d take the hint. He took that as being too subtle. 

What a terrible problem to have, right? Being TOO pretty? Well it fucking sucked. It had been this way her whole life. She remembered the first time she’d been told she was just a pretty face. She was still a child. 

“Charlotte? Come here a moment.” Her mother had called her. Charlie was about ten at the time, and reaching puberty for demons. Her body was already beginning to change. 

“Yes, mommy?” 

“Come here and sit beside me.” Her mother patted the spot on the bench next to her in front of the lighted vanity mirror. Her mother smiled at her in the mirror. “Tell me what you see.”

“Um…us?”

“Yes, of course. But do you know what else you’re looking at?”

“What?”

Lilith held her face between her hands. “Your most powerful weapon.” 

“I don’t understand?”

“We have a gift, Charlie. We have the gift of beauty. And men are such fools for beauty. They’ll wage wars and bow before you just for a scrap of your attention. This is a very powerful tool, Charlotte. With a pretty face, you can get whatever you want.”

“I still don’t get it.”

Lilith sighed. “Men will desire you, Charlotte. And if they think they have a chance to bed you, they’ll do anything you ask. You just have to give them a smile and a little bit of hope that you might pity them enough to sleep with them.” 

The next “lesson” she had was in high school. She sucked at math and needed help. She’d gone to her teacher and asked for assistance. He said he’d offer it, for a price. She saw the lust in his eyes. The way his gaze flickered across her chest. She thought of what her mother had said. She could probably just ask for a passing grade.

But that’s not who she was. 

Her high school was scrambling to find a replacement after their math teacher suddenly left with no warning or explanation. How odd!

She could think of hundreds of times she’d experienced things like that. And she thought about her first love, the one she’d given her virginity to. 

Seviathan.

She’d loved him so much. He made a lot of empty promises and always said the right things to string her along until he got what he wanted. Then he was gone. He told her that there really wasn’t anything between them. She was just a pretty face and a nice piece of ass.

Charlie sat in front of that same vanity she’d sat at with her mother and cried. She’d changed into her pajamas, intending to go to bed, but if she didn’t brush out her hair, birds would be nesting in it by morning. 

There was a quiet knock on her door. “Go away, Vaggie.”

“It’s not Vaggie, dear.” She heard Alastor reply. 

“Oh. Fuck off, Alastor.” 

“I’d like to apologize.” 

“I repeat, fuck off, Alastor.” It was quiet and she thought he’d given up. She should’ve known better than that. He appeared behind her in the mirror and she wheeled on him. “Jesus fucking CHRIST, Alastor! Do you have ANY boundaries?!”

“Not typically, no.” He smiled.

“I will ask you politely one time to get out of my room. After that, I will not be polite. Do you understand me?”

“I brought a peace offering.” He held up a plate of something.

“I don’t want your peace offering. I want you to leave.” She returned to her seat and began brushing her hair again. 

“It’s a sugary baked good…”

“Leave.” 

“Charlotte, please.” 

“Alastor, I am NOT in the mood to deal with you right now.” She put her face in her hands and groaned. She froze when she felt her hair being brushed. She looked up at him in the mirror and for once he wasn’t smiling. “Uuuuuh what the fuck are you doing?” 

“Attempting to undo the tangled mess on the back of your head. I don’t know how you deal with so much hair.” 

The radio demon was brushing her hair. BRUSHING HER HAIR. This was super weird. “Alastor…you know it’s weird to just start brushing somebody’s hair, right?” 

“Mhm.” He replied while continuing to work. “You may find this hard to believe, but I don’t typically interact with people. I work alone, and I have no need for companions. That’s the way I’ve always been, even when I was alive. So I realize now that, in my efforts to be helpful, I have overstepped and pushed your boundaries.” 

She stared at him in the mirror in thought. “Sorry, I don’t buy it. You were intentionally riling Vox up, admit it.” 

“Sharp as a tack, my dear. I was a fool to underestimate you.” 

“Why? And don’t you dare say entertainment.” 

Alastor sighed. “We have a personal history. He was once very cruel to someone I cared for very much, and that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” 

“Fair enough.” She watched the surprisingly gentle radio demon in the mirror. “Honesty works best with me, Al. And if we’re going to work together, I need you to be honest with me. I’m not asking you to tell me your secrets or bare your soul. I’m just asking you to communicate. You could’ve said ‘hey, I have a very personal problem with this guy. I’d rather not work with him.” 

Alastor’s eyes flickered to hers. “You have no idea how difficult that is for me to do. How difficult THIS is.” He gestured between them. “I don’t DO this.”

“Brushing people’s hair? I’d hope not.” She smiled. 

“Talk about personal things. It’s not my style, doll.” 

Charlie was thoughtful for a moment. “You can, you know. You don’t have to be the radio demon all the time. Sometimes I get tired of being cheerful Charlie. It’s a lot of pressure wearing a mask all the time. Sometimes you need to be able to drop that mask and rest. So even though I’m still mad at you…you can always talk to me.” 

Alastor froze mid stroke with the brush. He was silent for several moments. “Thank you, Charlotte.” 

“I think my hair is fine now, Al. Thank you.” She stood and smiled, taking the brush from him. He was still frozen in place. “Uuuuh Al? This is creepier than you smiling all the time.” 

He seemed to wake up and put his bright smile back on. “Sorry, sweetheart, lost my head for a minute. I brought you a peace offering, I think you’ll be very pleased with it.” He picked up the dish he’d brought and removed the cover. “They’re beignets. Sort of like a French donut covered in powdered sugar.” 

Charlie’s eyes lit up. “Oooooh!” She picked up a beignet and bit it. She closed her eyes and made an absolutely SINFUL noise. “Alright, I accept.” She smiled. 

“Good. I’ll get out of your hair now.” 

“Not so fast. I’d like to make a deal.”

He turned around quickly. “What?” 

“Make a deal with me. No more coming into my room unannounced and uninvited. In return, I will not punch you in the face again, because I still feel really bad about that even though you totally deserved it.” She smiled. 

“Hmmm. No dice, doll. I might need a good punch every now and then and you’re the only one that can throw it.”

“Alright. What do YOU want?” 

Alastor drummed his fingers on his chin in thought. What could he ask for? He smiled as it came to him. “One hour of your time each week. An uninterrupted hour of your company.” 

Charlie looked surprised. “Really? Why?” 

Time to try the honesty thing again. “Because clearly I need to work on my people skills and spending time with a blonde chatterbox should be helpful.” 

“Does it matter what day or time? And do I get to choose or do you just snap your fingers?”

“I know which one I’D prefer, but I’ll let you choose.” 

Charlie gave him a small smile. “You will stop popping up in my room unannounced and uninvited like a jack in the box. I will give you one hour of my time each week, which will be mutually decided on by both parties.” 

“Do we have a deal?” His grin grew as his palm glowed green. 

Charlie took it with a smile. “Deal. Now can I get some sleep?”

“Of course. Goodnight, Charlotte.” 

“Goodnight, Alastor.” She shut the door in his face once again.

He was beginning to like that. 

He turned around and saw the little moth girl gaping at him. “Goodnight, Vagatha!” 

“What were you doing in Charlie’s room?”

“That, my dear, is between me and Charlie. I’d suggest you leave her be for now, she was going to bed.” He hummed as he walked down the hall to his room, leaving Vaggie in stunned silence. 

Once he got to his room and shut the door tightly behind him, he fell apart. What the fuck was THAT?! What was wrong with him?! He didn’t TALK to people, and he CERTAINLY didn’t brush their hair. Even he knew that had been weird. But he was overwhelmed with the desire to touch it, and it might buy him an opportunity to talk. It did, mostly because she was too confused to be mad at him. He was mesmerized by the golden waterfall that was her hair. He enjoyed the silky feeling between his fingertips. 

And then he just COULDN’T SHUT UP. He told her way more than he meant to. He’d intended to go there and say something along the lines of “sorry I ruined your date but Vox is a jackass so I made the executive decision to end it!” Not ramble about not knowing how to interact with people.

It was true though. Even as a child, he didn’t know how to play with the other kids. He didn’t know how to engage with them. And that never improved. And then in his afterlife, he was a feared overlord so it’s not like anyone was lining up for a chat (he would’ve killed them if they did)

He enjoyed the look of fear in their eyes. He loved making them scatter just by showing up. It made him feel untouchable.

Until tonight. 

Yes, that must’ve been the problem. She’d socked him in the jaw so hard she’d knocked a screw loose, and that’s why he acted like an idiot. Now it made sense!

[spicylove4ever]

A tribute for the lastest chapter of the fanfic you can find below, which belongs to the great @artemisnightingale216 .

In case you are wondering, yes, I used the butchery from the comic of A day in the afterlife of Hazbin Hotel, since the fanfic was clearly making a reference to that in this moment. I just thought it was fitting.

[damntheyare]

Under My Skin

whamgram

Chapter 13: A Hard Lesson In Humility

[chubs-deuce]

This is fanart for the lovely @whamgram's fic Under My Skin, specifically chapter 10!

This fic has been an absolute delight to read through and through, the characterizations, the dialogue, the humor- Everything is just top notch

Please give it a read if you can spare the time and give its author some love <3

sidenote, I know Charlie is meant to wear a hat in this scene but no matter what I did, it just wouldn't look right, so I compromised and gave her the short hair she temporarily had in the pilot so there's still a bit of change at least :'D hope that's alright

extra:

[alastor-simp-page]

The Deal/Chains Charlastor Week - You Always Lead

I already gave you guys a sneak peak so this is a continuation. I think I cooked or I may be cooked. It was an interesting perspective to write from. And well, it was more about the characters and their relationship rather than the plot which is wayyyy out of my comfort zone.

Welp, take a look for yourself.

Charlie offers a deal to Alastor where he sells his soul to her in exchange to being her hotelier. Alastor learns that the naive, wide-eyed princess is far more than what meets the eye and soon he begins to crave some sort of control over his life...no matter what.

“My terms are that…” Your eyes dart away. Good. You’re nervous again. Just how I like you. “...you can assist me on a much more personal level if…” Well, go on! I’m listening, darling! We may have all eternity, but all this stalling is getting rather out of hand. “...my Dad said I can only make you my hotelier if I own your soul,” You say. 

Ah, there it is. Only the Devil himself could orchestrate such a thing. There’s guilt in your eyes. Oh, how the darling little princess of Hell feels such guilt. It's tearing you apart, isn’t it? You’re so naive, polite, and unsure. A perfect lump of clay, soft and delicate, mold you with my hands into something I desire. Something easily swayed, manipulated and you’d never know, would you?

I feign interest. Tilt my head in a way that makes you light up for a moment. As if I’m going to accept this ridiculous deal. “And what would I do as your hotelier?”

“Well, you would help me with the hotel! Help redeem sinners! And you know, help organize activities. Take care of the hotel. Stuff like that!” You’re beaming. You think I’m going to take this deal, don’t you?

“Darling, couldn’t I simply do that… without you owning my soul?” I ask. 

Your beaming smile drops. “My Dad won’t take it any other way. He doesn't…” I beat her to it. I can see the words on her tongue, dancing there, through your porcelain skin. 

“Trust me?”  I speak. You nod. Hah, you’re far too honest for this world. “Well, my soul is off the table. However! I’m more than happy to take your other offer about advertising your hotel!” 

It's the better deal even if that hotelier position is beckoning from the shadows. My, my, my, being that close to the princess? I would play the loving, doting, supporting business partner. Everything you need. Everything you desire. If only you hadn’t asked for my soul. However, if I try to alter it to not be for my soul, you’ll think I want it badly. And we can’t have that. 

Darling, we’re in a dance and I’m leading.  

“That offer is off the table,” you say, that flash in your eyes is back again. There’s an edge creeping into your voice that hadn’t been there before. Something peeking out from that perfectly naive little princess you’ve built up. My, how bold! That smile returns, “Take it or leave it.”

Is that how we’re going to play it? That’s a new tone. A cutting-edge tone that doesn’t fit that sweet little face of yours. I decided it's time to stretch my smile a little wider, scare you a little. “And my soul is off the table as well.” I laugh. You frown. We’re so different, you and I, hm? “It seems we’re in a stalemate darling.”

You clear your throat in that dignified royal manner, “Alastor, as your princess and your superior I am telling you that is my one and only offer.” You give me a small, nervous smile. “Sorry.” If only I could frown I would. No, I wouldn't, it would be weak. Here you were putting all your feelings on a display case and here I was looking through your little window. 

Your shoulders are stiff and your face even stiffer. Hmm…you’re not budging, are you? Not unless I do something drastic. Is that what I need to do for you, my little princess? Something that’ll make you come running? I stand and say, coldly, calculated, making sure the iciness reaches your bones, “I’m afraid that’s a no deal situation, princess.”

You don’t say a thing, even do a thing as I walk straight out of the room. I’ve boiled this down to a routine once I leave a bargain. The four step routine. One step, you’re thinking about what happened. Second step, you’re thinking about running after me. Third step, you’re standing. Fourth step, you’re either calling my name or running after me. 

It has worked time after time, a desperate attempt made by the other bargainer. By that time, my claws are deep enough to ask whatever I want, whatever I desire. They’re at my mercy. 

It’s been ten steps once I stop short in the hall. Ten steps. Six steps in between where you didn’t say a thing, didn’t come running down the hall. That wonderful voice saying, “Alastor wait! Alastor, no, come back! I’ll change the deal!” Not a single word. I crane my ears even with heightened senses, there’s nothing…dead silence, as silent as a tomb. Perhaps you dropped dead? But the Princess of Hell doesn’t just collapse in a heap and die. That’s impossible.

You stayed in there, saying nothing, doing nothing. What? I turn on my heel. No, I stare back down the purple carpeted stretch of hall, fading all into the distance. I will not do that. Go back? Out of the question. That would be desperate. You’d have all the power at that point. 

Something deadly, something dangerous whispers in my ear: you’re walking away from the Princess of Hell. I am. I’m walking away from a life–well, after life changing deal that could bring me power beyond my imagination. I would be your hotelier. In the same building with you. The same floor? Neighboring rooms? Be right at your side–

–with a chain wrapped around my neck.

 No, with a loose chain. You're kind, you’re naive. You’ve never known cruelty. You’d let me run free, a dog off leash. Let me run, let me be free as much as a chained being can be. I’d be connected to you. 

No…this is insane. I would be losing my soul. Something so delicate, something so easily broken by a keeper. You could control me. 

But what would you make me do? Nothing much I can see. You’re soft . Somehow optimistic in a fiery pit. You love sinners. You want them to graze the holy clouds and walk amongst the saints. You’re a saint amongst sinners, darling. Even if you did have my soul, what would you make me do? Dishes, help you? That’s not too demanding. You wouldn’t yank me around like a pet. You don’t have it in you, do you, Charlie?

My heel squeaks as I turn and stalk towards the room. Then I hover behind the door. Once I step through…I’m doing something irreversible. I will not walk out here the same. I walk out as your lap dog. A toy to use. No, you’re naive. You’re young and inexperienced. You want to help sinners… sinners for Christ’s sake! How much more gullible can you be?

I step across the threshold, and you look up.

[zootopiathingz]

I DID IT!!

It took several weeks but I finally finished up the prologue of my new Charlastor fic! I’ve been dying to share this idea with you guys for a while!

I’ve seen some AUs of Alastor becoming Charlie’s guardian, and so this is kind of my own personal take on that premise. Feel free to check it out and make sure to give some feedback, as this is my first HH fanfic and I’m a little nervous about sharing it lol😅

[nickbn26]

"Um dia curioso, para dizer o mínimo."

Aquela fanfic me viciou bastante ahah

[praytriarchy]

My radiobelle fanfic features cannibal serial-killer Alastor, his charming shadow, dark magic, and New Orleans in the 1920’s.

Thanks to my amazing editor @kyuumon for their help.

It's the 1920’s and what better place to practice dark magic than in the heart of Louisiana? Alastor Doucet inadvertently summons the sweetest, most well-intentioned demoness that hell could possibly spit out. Unbeknownst to him, this charming demon belle is working on a special project- the first of its kind to tackle hell's overpopulation problem. She wants to rehabilitate sinners topside so that they stop ending up in hell in such record numbers. Meanwhile, Alastor just wants to pledge his services and soul to a demon in exchange for arcane powers. Is that so much to ask?

[bathsaltsmcgee]

Chapter Forty-Five is now available.

[pastellhunny]

Disclaimer: This is an AU‼️ Not canon‼️

This little vid was inspired by the Charlastor fic Riddle of Magic on A03! Check it out!

Also check out this post on my TikTok here, I’ll be posting more Charlastor stuff soon!

[libitfandom]

“He could feel her melody, creeping and curling around him like smoke. This didn’t take him back to a time before, he hadn’t felt anything like this before. His face hot, chest tight. His monocle, normally held in place by magic nearly popped from its usual spot.”

Illustration for Chapter 4 of the Radio Songbird. Can you tell I love Elsie Lovelock’s cover of why don’t you do right?

Chapter should be up later today.