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[bitacrytic]

Alastor: If I wanted to hurt you, *transforms* I would have done so already. Alastor: Sex between us? Never going to happen. Alastor: I came here only because I want to see you all fail. Alastor: This hotel is trash. Haha. Residents of Hazbin: *go about their day like nothing happened* Alastor: *laughs* Do you think I would ever partner with someone as weak as you? Vox: *holds a grudge for seventy years*

[hibisha]

Can you make a wedding RadioDust?

Please!?

You ask and I shall deliver!  👀 

“Take My Breath Away”

"Molly, I don’t think I can do this.”

Angel twisted in his seat to give his sister a panicked look, desperately tearing the veil off of his head, gripping the delicate fabric so tight that his claws almost tore through. His female counterpart responded with an exasperated look in turn, rolling her eyes affectionately as she took the veil from his hands and placed it back on his white fluffy head, fussing over it as she tried to set it in place.

“Tony, will ya just relax?” Happy with how it looked, Molly looked down and leaned in to cup his face in her palms, staring directly into his mismatched eyes and seeing the uncertainty hovering there. “When ya came to tell me your man had proposed to ya - Tony you were over the moon. I ain’t ever seen ya that happy. It's understandable ya getting cold feet now suga’ cuz I know it’s scary, tying yourself to one person forever. But ya gotta know how much he loves ya. Everyone can see it.”

“We keep fighting about the stupidest things.” Nervously fiddling with his dress, Angel bit his lower lip, eyes downcast. “This whole time: do we want lilies or carnations? Red or pink? So much. If we couldn’t handle even that, what's ta say he won’t bolt the minute we hit a slight hiccup? What if ten years down the lane he doesn’t love me anymore? What if he can’t stand ta look at me cuz he realized I don’t have much ya offer?”

“…you got all that from lilies and carnations?” Molly raised her eyebrow, both sets of her arms folded, looking dubious. “Seems a bit over dramatic if you ask me hun.”

“He also made boxed pasta last week, Molls. It’s like the man doesn’t even know me!” Angel waved his hand around looking agitated. “It was one of the worst things I’ve even seen him do. I had him sleep on the couch.” Snorting, Molly wrapped her arms around her twin, pulling him close so he could hide his face in her chest.

“The audacity! Tony, ya should have shanked him. He should be grateful he only got the couch!” Giggling, she stroked his hair. “But - I’m glad he takes care of you. Any idiot can see that he loves ya so much. And if he breaks your heart - well, ya know Niss has always been a tad bit trigger happy.” Wiping her eyes at the tears forming, she squeezed him tighter. “He’s a good one Angel. As good as they come in hell I guess. Though I gotta say, you sure do know how to pick em huh. A cannibalistic serial killer.” Angel laughed, a small sound but his shoulders were immediately set at ease.

“Thanks Molls.” Molly pulled away, beaming. “Now fix your dress hun. He’s waitin’ for ya at the altar and I’m pretty sure he’d burn the hotel down if he thought you were missing.” Molly took his hand and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, stepping back to look him over, tears starting to leak from the corner of her eyes as she stared at him. “Oh Tony, Ma would have been so happy to see ya like this.”

Angel quickly jumped to his feet, trying to ignore the pit growing in his stomach. Sharing one final hug between the two and they stepped out of the dressing room, walking over to the courtyard where everything was set up. Arackniss gave him one look and immediately looked away muttering but Angel was sure he saw a familiar emotion simmering in his eyes, and Angel could feel himself soar. Taking his brother’s arm, the two motioned for Molly to go take her place at the altar as Angel’s MOH. Once she was there, standing proud next to Cherri, they slowly made their way down the aisle themselves, Angel refusing to look at Alastor just yet.

The gasps around him were enough to let him know he looked stunning - something Angel already knew -  but no one’s opinion mattered as much as Alastor’s and Angel was almost scared to raise his eyes. What was going on in that antlered head? Was he having second thoughts?

When he reached the front, his brother gently squeezed his arm and let him go. Angel raised his head, squaring his shoulder to face his husband-to-be.

Magenta pupils met widened red ones.

Alastor’s smile had disappeared- mouth parted slightly in surprise as he openly gaped at Angel. His ears twitched, an endearing habit that had Angel’s hand almost reach out to play with them. The music filtering through the speakers screeched to a halt, stations flickering as they reflected upon Alastor’s inner turmoil. One sharp elbow from Husk later, Alastor straightened up, a smile spreading across his face slowly.

“Oh darling, you look simply divine.”

And at that moment, Angel knew it was all going to be okay.