Yesterday was Charlastor day and I can't believe I didn't post this! I will be doing a digitalized version soon after I get through some preparation for a gallery showing I'm doing on the 10th, but I loved how this turned out. XD poor Alastor, screaming in deer and asexual confusion after waking up from a spicy dream.
CW: Bewitch (1964)/WandaVision references, Older Woman/Younger Man, Friends to lovers, Roommates to lovers, cannibalism, dead dove: do not eat!
Notes: I Might make a part 2 if this one does well and theirs enough demand for it.
It’s a normal family sitcom.
Except whoopsie! Two demons just moved into the neighborhood and they have to hide their identities from their neighbors.
Then double whoopsie! One of them is an ex serial killer cannibal.
And whoopsie number threesie! The other is that daughter of Lucifer herself.
How did this happen? After all the chaos—everyone else at the Hazbin Hotel had been redeemed and sent to heaven, and Alastor was freed from his deal—Alastor used his one favor from Charlie to ask her to live a simple human life with him in New Orleans.
Charlie was admittedly a little nervous to Leave Lucifer, Vaggie and Niffty in charge of the hotel (it was still their home after all, she figured they'd go back to it once Alastor grew bored of Earth). Though that was three years ago today.
"Good morning my dear!" He stands in the kitchen cooking her some breakfast.
"Good morning Al!" She yawns and rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
Admittedly it was a bit of a rocky start. Charlie couldn't bring Vaggie with and eventually the two drifted apart. Sure they're still good friends but distance makes love fade, and a certain deer was waiting for that exact moment to happen...
"PANCAKES?!" Charlie exclaims in surprise. "But you never make pancakes! You insist that they are "common trash that you wouldn't ever let get near your mouth."" She quotes.
Alastor roles his eyes. His permanent smile still on his face. "Well my dear it's our three year anniversary."
"What?" She blinks rapidly trying to figure out what he was talking about. They weren't together... were they? They were just living together! And it's not like they shares a room or anything! They were just roommates... right?
Before Alastor could respond the doorbell rings. Charlie uses her powers to put on her human disguise and walks towards the door.
It's their neighbor. "Hi... I'm Izzy... your neighbor to the left..." Her voice's nasally and she draws out her words. "And I just wanted to inform you that your husband has broken the law..."
Charlie scrambles to respond. "Who Alastor? Oh he's not my husband!" She blushes.
The annoying neighbor scoffed. "Ugh! So you two are living in sin?! How could a man and a woman be living together and not be married! No wonder he's a criminal! Well you're both going to hell!" She responds and Charlie just chuckles.
Oh if only she knew...
"Are you mocking me?!" The woman yells in Charlie's face. "I will have you know that I am the leader of the HOA and I will be calling the police and the city council to report them of your crimes!"
"What crimes?" Charlie take a step back in confusion.
"Firstly, living together when you're not married! I mean there are children here! You should have a little more decency! And secondly he used the express lane in the grocery store the other day when he had 14 items instead of 12!"
"Okay... good for him?" Charlie shrugs in confusion.
"The cut off is 12! He broke the law!" Izzy puts her hands on her hips.
"Well if the grocery store employees weren't complaining I don't know why you are! You must have a really boring life if you're here worrying about two little items. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get back to my anniversary-"
This rude bitch cuts Charlie off. "What anniversary?" She laughs to herself.
"The anniversary of us moving in together-"
Again Charlie is being cut off. "That's not a real anniversary! Anniversaries are meant for married couples!"
"Not true! Every couple can have an anniversary for anything they want! Though you wouldn't know that considering that you've probably never been in a relationship before! Now have the day you deserve!" Charlie slams the door in the woman's face.
Her human disguise falls as Alastor comes over to hug her from behind.
"She's worse that Susan!" Charlie turns around and hugs him back.
Alastor chuckles. "Don't be ridiculous! No one is as bad as Susan. But she certainly is close. Now come on! Eat you breakfast!"
She sighs and nods. Alastor leads her back to the kitchen, wrapping his arm around her waist, and sits her down at the table.
"Now eat your breakfast." He hands her the pancakes and bacon. He then hands her the syrup. "Might I relieve some of the tension in your shoulders dear?" He placed his long, boney fingers on her shoulders.
"Honestly that would be lovely Alastor." She leans into his fingers as he starts to kneed the muscles in her shoulders. He had always been rather touchy with her but ever since they moved in together he seems to take advantage of her closer proximity and their solitude to get even closer with her. She was sure it was just to manipulate her. Alastor has never had feelings for anyone. But oh how lonely the nights had been without Vaggie. And a very small part of her did wish that he liked her, if only so that she could ask for physical affection more often. If only she could ask him to stay with her at nights. His touches being more frequent didn't exactly help when they were so brief as well.
"Hey Al?" Charlie hesitantly started the new conversation after a long pause.
"Yes my dear?" His saccharin smile fixed to his face.
"That horrible lady at the front door actually thought we were dating! Can you imagine? Us? Dating?" She giggles
He smirks. "Why yes, I can."
Charlie blushes softly, her normally red cheeks turning darker... almost as if they were glowing. Something stirs in Alastor... maybe pride... maybe something else... either way he knew the feeling grew when he looked at her. Oh No... Charlie was changing him... changing for the better! He hasn't hurt anyone yet. He hasn't killed and eaten a single pathetic soul. He hates it. He hates what she was doing to him, what she was making him feel. He needs to fix it. And he knows exactly who his first new victim will be...
////////////////////
Alastor set up the perfect little anniversary dinner for them. He set up rose petals and candles and a smally fuzzy blanket for them to sit on as they ate.
"Alastor this is beautiful! And... strangely romantic! Also a fire hazard.
"Sweetheart... I'm dead and you're the daughter of Lucifer... fire can't exactly affect either of us." He took her hand and lead her over to the blanket.
"Okay well... like I said this is romantic."
"I'm glad you noticed!" He smiled widely before it fades into something that seems genuine. "Charlie... I know you're probably homesick... and touch starved so I want you to know that I'd be fine with being an... outlet of sorts for you if you needed a hug... I'm normally not that comfortable with touch but... I did uproot you from your family and home... so as long as you keep it wholesome... you may touch me whenever and however you like."
Her eyes sparkle in hope. "Really?"
"Yes, dear." Was this partially a ploy to debauch her? Undoubtedly. Or at least that's what he told himself. He scoops up a piece of his mothers jambalaya recipe and feeds it to her.
Her eyes light up at the flavor. She chews it up and swallows it all. "MMM! Alastor! This is delicious! But... this doesn't taste like venison... what's the name of this meat?"
"Izzy..." Alastor smirks.
"..."
"Do you like it?" He tilts his head. His tone in teasing as he props his head on his hand.
"...Did you clean up the shed?" She asks monotonously, as she scoops another piece of jambalaya.
"I put down tarps before hand." He took her other hand and intertwined theirs together.
"Then I'll let it slide for tonight..." She ate more of the poor woman once known as Izzy.
...
"Thank you Al..." Charlie smiled at him.
He smirks... three years ago she was so pure... and now she's leaning into his touch and enabling his bad habits. He was corrupting her day by day, Lucifer's little princess would be no better than him. He'd make sure of it.
Yesterday was Charlastor day and I can't believe I didn't post this! I will be doing a digitalized version soon after I get through some preparation for a gallery showing I'm doing on the 10th, but I loved how this turned out. XD poor Alastor, screaming in deer and asexual confusion after waking up from a spicy dream.
