”Your turn”
Char whispers it in his ear. Low. Sharp. Dangerous. Alastor stiffens. Static pops. He shouldn’t want it. But he does. And the worst part? She knows.

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”Your turn”
Char whispers it in his ear. Low. Sharp. Dangerous. Alastor stiffens. Static pops. He shouldn’t want it. But he does. And the worst part? She knows.
NOT DROPPING THE FIC YAYAYYAY
so GOOD NEWS, i am NOT dropping the fic 🎉 tho imma be busy these next weeks, so new chap will come later!
ANYWAYS. i wanted to ask for a favour or two! 1. S2 vs Crooked Feather facts and; 2. Potential beta readers!
if you know of ways this new season contradicts with the fic (new facts), please lemme know! either here, elsewhere, or anonymously (deletecascade.straw.page). im planning on reviewing the fic during these weeks, updating it, brainstorming ways to adapt it to the things we learnt this season. thank you!
since im gonna be updating the fic, might as well have someone look over the mess that i write ^^;; so if you (or someone you know) would like to beta Crooked feather, hmu! im thinking itll mostly be for grammar and wording, but im down to discuss other things too :)
voila! well, hope you guys enjoyed or are enjoying S2, man i sure did! gonna miss seeing new official Vox every week tho :'))
Char leans in. Lips brushing his ear. Whispered: “Your turn.”
Alastor freezes. Static crackles. He shouldn’t want it. But he does.
And she knows.
She grabbed his tie. Yanked him down.
Whispered in his ear.
“Good boy.”
He flushed. Static popping. Composure gone.
The Radio Demon —
BLUSHING.
Punching Him Under Blankets
HER FIST 💥 against his ribs. Pain. Pleasure. Chaos. ALASTOR internally: HOW GLORIOUS ALASTOR externally: 😌 calm as ever Me: 🫠 screaming in all caps
BREAKFAST TURNED HELL INTO A WAR ZONE (WITHOUT BLOOD OR FIRE)
Chaos? Check. Tension? Maxed out. Coffee spills? Intentional.
Char x Alastor: breakfast edition.
Micro-flirtation. Power plays. One very smug spider.
If you think you read this and nothing happened… go back. You missed everything.
Hazbin Hotel AU | Slow-burn | Enemies → Obsession
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