Ships: Radiodust (Alastor x Angel Dust)

Ik Radiodust isn't very common. I enjoy it though I will write other ships later too

Charlie x Vaggie (canon)

English oneshot, since i watched Hazbin Hotel in english lol
since no one reads it anyways, no brief summary of the plot okay (it's about a hotel in hell where Lucifer's daughter tries to redeem souls)

Alastor: Deer, always smiling cannibal and overlord of hell. doesn't like new tech. makes questionable fashion choices.

Angel Dust: Spider, likes drugs, famous porn star in hell. likes to flirt and invade other's personal space. gay and according to husk a „power bottom at rock bottom".

have a few memes before you start:

the blonde is Charlie btw the daughter of Lucifer incase you didn't watch the show

luciferrrrr

have fun lol

A piece of heaven in hell
Like every other 12 months in hell, this year's extermination day arrived in no time. Charlie Morningstar was worried, to say the least, expecting the Hazbin Hotel to be a prior goal of attacks, after the incident in heaven. But to her surprise, the first few hours passed without an angel burning down a wall. Though she noticed someone missing... Angel Dust was nowhere to be seen. And even though her concern about this was the only visible one (as she was darting nervously around the room, only able to be calmed down by Vaggie), she wasn't the only one worried for the slim, white spider. Alastor stood in a corner, quiet and with the usual grin plastered on his face. No one was able to read his emotions. Or at least the radio demon hoped so.

Still he couldn't deny he was somewhat relieved, when the door opened and Angel stumbled in, with an exhausted huff, clothes a little scattered and his normally white fur covered in dust.

Alastor looked up, noticing he was the only one left in the Lobby, since Husk went to his room and Charlie and Vaggie... Only Lucifer knew where they were.

As the radio demon acknowledged Angel's state, for a tiny second worry flashed his face before returning back to his usual grin. „Ah, escaped the exterminators i see?", he chuckled, while approaching the spider.

„Of freaking course I did! I'm the mothafucking master of escape!"

Angel's usual bravado and cocky attitude have somehow been dialed up to twelve, what lead to Alastor frowning just a tad bit. Somewhat seemed off with his spider today.

Brushing it off, the radio demon chuckled again. „Found your attitude outside on the streets, dear?"

„Oh I have an endless supply of attitude, and I plan on using it all!", Angel giggled.

He seemed almost manic about it now, almost like he's high. No, something was most definitely not right.

„Look at me, dear." Alastor's smile looked fake by now, as a hint of worry was heard in his voice. Only to hear a cocky „Whatcha need, hot stuff?" from Angel.

The spider smiled back, eyes a little more... unfocused, than usual. Alastor immediately recognized this. Pupils dilated, nervous movements and the fact that Angel's behavior was so off. This idiot was drugged out of his mind.

Not that this was something unusual. Angel never said no to a line of coke and even ignored the obvious fact that every drink someone bought him was spiked. He was an addict after all. But on extermination day...?

„Come on, how much coke did you do, huh?", Alastor scoffed, not very fond of the fact Angel Dust didn't seem to care whether it was extermination outside or not.

Hence the long reaction time, it took the white-furred demon a while to reply. „I did..."

He trailed off, blinking a few times before he started counting on his fingers.

„... A lot. Don't worry about it though, sugar. Not like I couldn't handle it!"

Yeah, sure. Alastor knew exactly how well Angel could handle his addiction, collapsing on the floor of the Lobby every other week. Ignoring his objection, he slowly approached his coked up friend.

„Let me get you somewhere safe, Angel." Alastor really tried his best to make it sound like he didn't actually care, but he really had to do something. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night, leaving Angel free to be slaughtered by the merciless angels outside in his state.

„That'd be awesome... Sugar cake... But I'm feeling fine, really!"

Though his tone was cheerful, the spider had to lean against the wall to support himself. Alastor clearly noticed the way the other one slurred his words, unable to pronounce them clearly.

„Come with me." The radio demon sighs, lightly touching Angel's shoulder. Which, to be noticed, was pretty unusual for him, normally being not a very touchy guy, as known to every inhabitant of the hotel.

„Ooooohhh... What'll happen if I don't~?", Angel teased, in an attempt of flirting with the red-haired demon... though it was unclear if he was aware of it. The spider showed a slight pout, and Alastor sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose to calm himself down. He should get paid to deal with this guy, considered the other's all-time flirty mannerisms Alastor didn't know how to deal with.

„Angel, please.", he just said plainly, frowning slightly, to which Angel's pout quickly turned into a grin.

„Fine, if you insist, sugar." The slim man stumbled over his own feet, leaning on Alastor for support, even though he was way taller than him.

„I'll bring you to my room, it's walls are scattered with protection signs, keeps the exterminators away at least." Alastor muttered, looking up to Angel to check for his reaction. Why did he even care, for Lucifer's sake.

„Oohhhh, that sounds nice and safe... Are ya... sure you want me there?" Again, the spider seemed to be flirting... Maybe he couldn't help it. Still, Alastor shifted awkwardly, wrapping his arm around the slinky figure next to him.

Blaming it on the fact that he was high, the radio demon simply chose to ignore the flirting. Angel usually flirted with everyone, but today the red-haired demon could tell that he wasn't aware of what he was saying. With a snap of his fingers, He and the spider disappeared into the shadows, re-appearing in Alastor's hotel room.

It was pretty plain, and lacked of decoration besides the walls and ceiling being covered in protection sigils, like he mentioned earlier. The only furniture was a bed, a simple drawer, along with a closet and an old-fashioned radio, which made a scratch sound when Alastor and Angel appeared out of nowhere.

„Nice place... Safe from the exterminators... Just me and you...", Angel's flirting continued, but he seemed much more subdued, like he was barely able to keep his eyes open.

„Sure, Angel. whatever you say.", Alastor remarked nonchalantly and lead him to his bed, so he could sit down. „You're safe here until the extermination is over. Just don't leave the room until you're sober, okay?", the radio demon made sure.

„Awww... Why? Ya worried about me~?" Angel chuckled, finally sitting down on the edge of the carefully made bed. He leaned back, trying to get comfortable. Though, it was rather interesting to note he had a tendency to lean toward Alastor...

Speaking of which, his smile grew uneasy at the sensation. „Don't come up with wild ideas, I'm not worried." That was most certainly a lie. To distract the spider of it, the older snapped his fingers once again, letting various pillows and blankets appear on his bed. „Make yourself comfortable."

„Well, you seem worried, sugar.", Angel remarked chuckling, before dropping the topic as well. He made an attempt to move closer to Alastor, still leaning slightly. Despite his drugged out state, the spider seemed more interested than ever. He had no trouble finding a comfortable position though, resting against the pillow he's leaning on.

Angel's tone seemed to be more gentle than usually. Perhaps he was trying to be more sincere this time... Or maybe it was just the drugs taking their full effect and dampening down his usual, flirty attitude. Regardless, he leans further into the other demon's direction.

„You... should... rest. You're high and you seem exhausted." The addressed muttered uneasy once again by how close the spider got to him. Speaking of personal space.

„Hmmm... Maybe I will..."

The spider closed his eyes, trying to relax completely, his head dropping slowly to the shoulder of the radio demon next to him. Angel eventually fell asleep, his head leaning on Alastor. His face was relaxed, though judging by the way his breathing was so quick and shallow, he was still under the influence of whatever drug he took before.

Relieved he finally shut talking, Alastor exhales slowly. Though he noticed another motion of the spider, that he was certainly not fond of. The white-furred demon's head slid down his torso, until slumping in the deer demon's lap. Alastor shifted a little bit, uneasy of the intimacy, but eventually decided to keep himself from moving too much to prevent Angel from waking up and starting to make him uncomfortable again. The minutes passed, and Alastor got used to the weight in his lap anyways.

Angel Dust seemed completely unaware of what was happening currently as he rested his head in the other one's lap. The breath coming from the spider completely consistent, he didn't move at all. His sleep was sound, though the drugs still had a tight grip on him... At this rate, he'd probably sleep through until the exterminator raid was over, safe and sound. Which, to be mentioned, was very to Alastor's comfort.

The radio demon leaned back against the wall, not moving to not disturb Angel's sleep. He really couldn't help but admit how peaceful the spider in his lap looked in his slumber... How his lips pout slightly when he was sleeping... he looked almost... adorable. His face was completely relaxed now, the drug effects making his features look softer. Even his fangs didn't look like they'd hurt a fly. If Alastor had thought he was cute normally, he realized only now just how adorable he was while asleep. A small smile could even be seen as he rested peacefully in his lap, as if, maybe, he was having a good dream.

With a slight shake of his head, Alastor brushed the thoughts off. He wasn't getting emotional here, was he? Though he had to admit, he couldn't help but care for the slim white guy in his lap.

„God..." Alastor whispered. He wasn't falling for him, right? He, the mighty Radio Demon, which reputation was known across all the nine circles of hell, most importantly to mention he was asexual, falling for a nasty, drug-addicted and all-time flirting porn star? He frowned, suddenly letting the thought drop. That wasn't fair, he knew that Angel was far more than just his body, even though the spider made it seem like he was all holes, his personality consisting of his work only. Alastor blamed it on Valentino.

Angel was still sleeping as all these thoughts wandered through the radio demon's head, his own head resting on his lap. Perhaps the soft sleeping and unusually innocent expression did indeed affect him in some way, though this was only speculation. Alastor's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as the spider let out a quiet snore, before shifting ever so slightly in sleep.

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Time passed silently as Angel remained asleep, his breathing growing even more consistent as time went on. His expression was still soft, eventually, however, he slowly began to stir, shifting around ever so subtly. His small snore turned into a tiny yawn, his eyelids twitching just a little. Slowly opening his eyes, his gaze was still unfocused, with the spider blinking several times to return back to a state where he could see things properly. It took him a while to remember where he was, but the soft breathing and the warm lap beneath him made Angel relax almost instantly.

"mmm... Alastor...?" The addressed demon rose his head, he almost fell asleep himself. „yeah?"

Angel's voice was lazy, and he sounded only half-awake. Still, he tilted his head upwards to be able to see the deerish demon properly. „You still there, sugar?"

The redhead couldn't help but chuckle at the question, finding the drowsiness of the slim demon rather amusing (and also adorable, not that he'd admit that).

„Of course I am.", he replied instead, his voice sounding rather... soft.

Not answering other than with a pleased sigh, the spider tried to move a little, but found he was a bit too comfortable to actually bother. With a heavy exhale through his nose, he let his head fall back onto Alastor's lap, smiling with content.

Alastor however cleared his throat in slight awkwardness, sounding like switching channels on a radio. „Do you feel better at least?" Angel nodded, smiling lazily. „Mmhm... I feel really, really nice right now..."

The spider continued smiling despite the drugged out state, seeming at ease resting where he was.

„So comfy..."

Alastor looked away, a little embarrassed. „Is he aware he is resting in my lap?", he thought, wondering why he bothered it so much anyway.

Angel's gaze was still lazy and unfocused, so he clearly wasn't making the connections he should be making. He seemed more content than he usually is.

"You're such a good pillow...", he muttered, burying his head deeper in the other demon's lap, only causing him to shift a little once again, sighing uneasy. „...you can stay as long as you want to."

This took Angel by surprise. „Yeah? You sure? Cuz you're really soft... I could stay here for a while..."

Though he didn't really notice, he was flirting again. He tried to tilt his head up, but he was a little too comfortable as-is to move. Hesitating, Alastor carefully placed a hand on the other demon's head, caressing his hair gently. „You should rest a little more, Angel."

As the red-haired demon started stroking his hair, his eyes drifted shut again. A content smile came back to his face, and the spider seemed to relax completely. You could probably keep him like this for hours, if you wanted to.

„Hmm... You have nice hands... Soft...", the spider muttered half-asleep already.

Fortunately Angel's eyes were closed... And he probably wouldn't remember this when he is sober again. Because at his last remark, Alastor's cheeks grew slightly pink, and his heart ached. Admit it or not, he really had a soft spot for the white spider, even though he rarely showed it.

Angel's head leaned slightly into the radio demon's hand, as his smile got a little wider with each stroke.

„I think I'll stay here awhile longer... Maybe the whole night..."

His voice was so soothing to listen to right now, and the spider seemed more peaceful than he's been in a long time. He was a little too tired to flirt, which was... Surprising to say the least.

„You can, if you want to. i'll stay here with you.", Alastor mumbled softly. Why caring about hiding his feelings when Angel wouldn't remember it anyways.

The night went on, dusk slowly falling over Pentagram City. And while outside angels were storming hell, slaughtering demons to no end, in a tiny plain room somewhere in Hazbin Hotel, two souls were at peace for once in their lifetimes.

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