Imagine you are a new resident to the Hazbin Hotel. You majored in zoology when you were alive so when you meet Alastor you can't help but make him uncomfortable...Part 3
@littlerrobot prompted this one!
Alastor: *loses his shit on a witless demon trying to solicit VoxTech Angelic Security to the hotel*
Everybody: *watching in fascinated horror*
Alastor: *bugles loudly before hurling demon out the front doors*
Vaggie: *flinches* Ugh, I hate it when he makes that noiseâŚ
Y/N: I think itâs fascinating. You know, deer donât normally bugle; thatâs a specific trait among the elk species of the Cervidae.
Alastor: *walking back into the hotel, straightening his coat*
Vaggie: Well, I think itâs creepy.
Y/N: Â *laughs* Heâs just blowing out his nose to produce the sound; sort of a frustrated huff â if you will.
Alastor: *glares at Y/N, saying nothing*
Y/N: Tissue?
Alastor: *evaporates into shadow and disappears*
Vaggie: You do know he could kill you, right? LikeâŚpainfully?
Y/N: You do know that I died firmly reprimanding a male Grizzly Bear, yes?
Vaggie:âŚthat explains a lot. I thinkâŚ.? Nope. I still have questions.
i am yet another product of the âchild who was at best tolerated by the people around themâ to âadult who is genuinely confused when people like spending time with themâ pipeline
Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.
Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.
Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas.
He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.
Say it louder for the people in the back!
The amount of people who think Stolas is abusive or toxic or doesnât care about Blitzø, because they take Blitzø at his word when this man is an unreliable narrator who sees all of his relationships through the lens of his past trauma.
⥠a/n: i feel like iâve only been writing smut recently so hereâs something soft
summary: Alastorâs shadow adores you, because Alastor adores you, but heâs a lot more reserved with his feelings. His shadow on the other hand has little qualms about showing affection or responding to yours, and maybe Al feels a little jealous.
⥠TAGS: sfw, domestic fluff, slight jealousy, some banter, no use of y/n, latine coded reader lowkey.
One thing to get use to as you and Al had begun dating was his shadow constantly hovering around you anywhere you went where Alastor himself wasnât. At first it had felt smothering, like he didnât trust you alone or like you couldnât defend yourself, when you in fact very much can. Youâd roll your eyes every time you caught the shadowy figure out if the corner of your eye or even tried to get it to go back to Alastor but of course it only listened to its master and would stare at your blankly with the holes that are supposed to be his eyes.
However, as you got to know it and Alastor you realized it wasnât that that your lover thought you couldnât look after yourself. No, what you came to realize (and kept to yourself because itâs much too precious) is that Alastor is a proud man ok not that, you knew that very well but that he has his peculiar way of showing affection, one way was to keep his shadow with you when he himself couldnât. His pride got in the way of him being outwardly affectionate towards you even after courting, properly asking you be his partner and all the time spent together, he still kept to himself a lot simply reciprocating what you initiated. But having the one thing thatâs an extension of himself guard you and keep you company was one of the first tokens of care heâd given you.
Thereafter this discovery you didnât mind it as much, in fact, you even gave it a name; Sombra. You grew very fond of the curious creature that mostly kept itself to surfaces or even in the silhouette of your shadow. It made you giggle every time Sombra did, because you could feel an odd, ghostly weight on your person when it did despite being in its intangible form. Sombra,you also found, is very animated with you. It showed a lot of emotion: joy, sadness, excitement etc. And it didnât always smile like Alastor did, it could frown, or have a neutral expression. The more you got to know it, the more you became attached to it and it to you. Where to even without Alastor sending it to you, Sombra came to you out of its own accord or even when you called it.
While not entirely against it, Alastor found it a little irritating that literal part of him spent more time with you than he did sometimes. After all heâs an Overlord and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel with the Princess of Hell, heâs a busy man. And the fact you named it, like a pet. His shadow was wrapped around your finger the same way Alastor was, but at least Alastor didnât show it so forwardly. This fact made Alastor a little bashful the first time you had revealed this to him, all of the little things his shadow did for you.
For example it would bring you little gifts, either from Alastor⌠Or its own. Small trinkets, flowers (not even store bought just wild flowers off the streets) or even limbs. You didnât question the limbs even if they put you off at times. Sombra became very cuddly and liked to follow you around even when you only did mundane things. Like today, youâre in the kitchen making a dinner you had made Alastor promise to be there for. Heâd been unusually busy recently and as much as you love Sombra, you miss your significant other. You had been prepping the ingredients for a special dish you wanted Alastor to try, that while not entirely southern food, itâs very similar to something like gumbo, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of a black figure. It disappeared as soon as you turned to look in that direction, so you shifted your focus back to the food.
A few times more this happened before a menacing shadow loomed right over you as you threw chopped vegetables into the pot of already boiling water with salt and other seasonings on it. It made half the kitchen dim and it seemed to swallow up its surroundings. You smiled wide giggling looking up at the ceiling, âSombra~â you sing-song, greeting the ghostly silhouette, âWant a taste?â you offered one of the still uncooked pieces of red meat. It shrunk down to its usual size on the wall taking the offered food. Chuckling at how the meat hovered in the air before it disappeared as Sombra put it in its mouth. The shadow smiled wide giving you a thumbs up as it watched you add herbs into the cooking pot.
âThatâs not a pet, you know that right darling?â Alastorâs unfiltered voice came from the door frame as he entered unannounced. While his voice had its usual uppity lilt his tone came a little annoyed. You had reach to hug and pet Sombra like you always do to welcome it, you thought Alastor wouldnât come for another while longer so you indulged the little servant before its master arrived but you got caught right in the act. It retracted to Alastorâs side like it always did as he threw it a sideways glance.
âOf course heâs not. But its cute, in its own way,â you smile. âWelcome home, my love,â smiling at the radio demon you gingerly made your way to him wrapping your arms around him with a tight hug. He did the same, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your smile widen. âI missed you,â you whispered looking up at him with big doe eyes. Because you did. You really, really did. You didnât want to say it outloud but you almost thought he wouldnât show or heâd be late. So it made you exceedingly happy he had already arrived. âItâs almost ready, why donât you go sit at the table.â
From his seat, he watched you prepare the side dishes as the pot on the stove simmered, however his eyes more than fixating on you, they followed the movement of his shadow standing next to you at all times. Handing you things, making you laugh and giggle with little actions. And of course itâs his shadow he could feel how giddy your attention made it. Every time you said thank you, every time you gave it a compliment or whenever you pet it. He felt itâs eye twitch seeing Sombra lay his transparent head on the shadow of your shoulder and you didnât bat an eye. Part of it is guilt, guilt that he had been so absent and distant for weeks, because heâd been too preoccupied with other responsibilities, and jealousy. The jealousy is what bothered him the most. That damn shadow had been hoarding all your attention even as heâd been sitting in the same room with you.
Alastor wouldnât admit itâs his fault, of course. So instead he gets up from the table again coming up to stand behind you, long arms wrapping around your middle. It surprised you a little, making your stutter the rhythm of your stirring. Alastor rested his chin on the same shoulder Sombra had, making direct eye contact with the sentient being and intimidating it into moving away from you. If it could hiss, it would have. But it moved away without you noticing. Alastorâs arms tighten around you for a second before speaking softly, âI apologize for neglecting you, or if youâve felt lonely in my absence, darling,â his words were sincere. Alastor didnât like being away from you very long, didnât like having to go places filled with people he couldnât care less about and having to deal with others he disliked. But duties are duties and work is work, heâs a man of principle.
But that didnât mean he didnât long to be with his beloved, and he know heâs godawful at telling you. Part of the reason heâd kept his shadow with you, in hopes to keep you solace, and company when he couldnât. But seeing you grow closer to the creature and pouring all the affection you couldnât give him made his chest tighten, a feeling that crawled under his skin and bothered him in ways that shouldnât matter to him. You were his. Yet, here he is, acting childish even if you are probably mostly unaware. Or he hopes you are. Because this is embarrassing, it makes him feel embarrassed deep down. His ears twitched in annoyance as the thoughts swirled around his mind trying to push them away but failing.
âI know youâve been busy. I wouldnât call it neglect really,â you answer back, relaxing into the embrace and tilting your head so that you can press a soft kiss to his cheek then nuzzling him, âBut you are gone too often, I had meant to talk to you about it but I didnât really know how to. I guess I also felt a little bad asking you to give me more than you already do,â you chuckle unhumorously. Alastor did give you everything, hardly ever did he tell you no and did what he could to make you happy. Your relationship had been very rocky at the start. Both of you had to learn to make your relationship work and meet in the middle on a lot of different things. Alastor had to re-learn what itâs like to love someone, you had to adjust to his own way of loving and take baby steps, slower ones than you were used to. Both of you accepted the flaws that came with the other, you were in hell, he wasnât the worst out there and you werenât perfect.
âAnd you donât have to be jealous of your own shadow, Al,â you quipped, a grin tugging the edges of your lips. You had to press your lips into a thin line to keep yourself from giggling at the flare of radio static around you after saying that. But he didnât really refute it.
âVery funny, darling,â
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He doesnât initiate often, however if you initiate heâll gladly accepts
Mainly keeps it to his or your bed, and he does love to have you cuddled up in his lap while heâs broadcasting.
Like he LOVES when heâs broadcasting slower ballads and during the time having you curled in his lap. Head pressed against his chest as he hums along with whatever song chose to play
When cuddling his hand will almost always be slated to having an arm around your waist, resting and occasionally a subtle squeeze as another show of his affection.
Forehead kisses, he always gives forehead kisses as his way of saying I love you without actually saying it.
His favorite times are when you and him get to laze in bed, having his favorite broadcast on, and just talking about anything and everything.
Loves your voice, so he doesnât ever want you to stop talking
Donât even get me started on how much he loves when you fall asleep in his arms. It reminds him that there is a person that has unwavering trust in him. Someone that knows heâs the sociopath radio demon, but had found the good in him
Here is my art request giveaway for @ WhiteSkara (on twitter) ! They requested RadioDust "sewing together" and my mind kind of traveled to this sort of concept. Maybe angel can make silk that repairs objects?
do you think vox has mommy or daddy issues because thatâs always been a headcanon of mine and idk why but it just makes sense do you think it fuels his mommy kink too
but like.. HE JUST GIVES MOMMY/DADDY ISSUES VIBES I CANT- đ
Vox has motherless AND fatherless energy !!!
LMFAO, this is so funny because like iâve always just had the headcanon that Vox has a terrible relationship with his parents too⌠it is the vibes your right.
Like I feel like his parents werenât like physically abusive though, more like neglectful. Like iâve always kinda had the idea that Vox was just.. privileged from the start. Letâs be real here, white man from the fifties. But I imagine his hard-worker father barely ever being home (likely where he gets his work ethic), and when he is home itâs not like thereâs any attention given to him. And maybe a mother whoâs resentful towards him, maybe even cruel, because sheâs stuck at home looking after this child she never even wanted⌠I dunno. I just get like the idea that his parents never gave him like proper love or honestly any attention at all.
I always in my head just had this likeâ this has to be canon. The things he gets up to like thats motherless behavior..
And it would make sense, the attention and approval he seeks from the public now, making up for the neglect he felt in his childhood. And if we want to go deeper: his unofficial god complex stemming from the need to feel important, because he so often felt like nothing around his parents.
Also iâm picturing Beatrice and Butterscotch Horsemen, if anyone here watches Bonack Horseman please get thisâ
Anyways, it is the vibes. Moral of the story, give your kids love or else they might turn out to be power hungry psycho dickheads who are actually just abusive manbabies. đ¤
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