Radiodust: Something to think about ☁️

I love you 💕

You already what it is, yo boi got some bad fanart

AN: Sorry headcannons;

1) Angel has his own demonic form but he doesn't like using it, it's only for the most dire situations or for protecting Alastor.

2) As Angel gets angrier his slang starts to lessen and he starts to talk properly

3) During sex, Angel starts to speak Italian

4) Alastor let's Angel fights his own battles, but if the argument or fight gets to heated he steps in.

Angel Dust's POV:

I wake up ta my quiet ass alarm clock, one of the many perks of livin' in Hell was that the alarm clocks were always quiet, makin' sure you wouldn't wake up. It read 4:00 am. I hate wakin' up early in the mornin'. I get outta of bed and walk towards the bathroom. I grab the toothpaste and my toothbrush with my top set of arms, and start to wash my face in water with the lower set. After I'm done with my business, I grab the heavy ass groceries and chug them downstairs. I quietly walk towards the kitchen. I chuckle to myself, rememberin' how me and Al's relationship first started. I put the groceries down and unload 'em. I was going to cook somethin' real big for Al. It was jambalaya and chicken alfredo pasta, but a lot of it. I wanted Al to be proud of me. I start to take out at least 10 pots and pans, and start to cook. I forgot how much fuckin' food I bought. It seemed like a few hours had passed since I started to cook. I was finished with everythin' besides the pasta. I put it into a big ass pan and sprinkle tons of cheese on top of it. I popped the motha-fucka into the oven and walk out the door. I started to take the stairs. I didn't real want ta abuse the elevator's power, plus I'm tryna keep my figure in shape. I start to get my deer's gifts from my room. Puttin' them into a lil bag, I bring them downstairs and place them under where I was gonna sit. I check on the alfredo pasta and see that cheese was kinda melted but not to the point of where I liked it. I walk back out the kitchen to get my love. I walk to the third floor and knock on Al's door. "Coming!" I hear Al call out. He opens the door and is wearin' the cutest pajamas eve' (ever). There were lil bunny's that were designed across his robe, and he wore lil cat slippers. "You look cute as shit" I say while smilin'. Alastor blushes as he starts "Not as cute as you. Happy one year anniversary love" "Happy one year to you too baby" I say as I pull him in for a kiss. "Come down to the dinin' room when you're dressed, bambi. Or you could just go like that, either way you'll look cute~" I walk back to the kitchen and take out the pasta. It smelled so good. Just like my mama used to make 'em. I placed the pasta next to the jambalaya and 7 other side dishes. I check my watch, 8:37 am. Damn, I sure do love Al if I spent four goddamn hours on 'im. 

Alastor's POV: 

I close the door as my Angel walked away and swoon. "Ahh, my life could not get any better" I say out loud. I walk to my closet and pick out my fanciest suit. It was almost exactly like my normal suit but it was mahogany, with a few white details, and had a breast pocket. I put Angel's favorite flower into the breast pocket, a Dahlia red cap. I spray my cologne titled "Hell is an escape" and walk merrily out the door. I have decided to give my Angel his gifts when we get done with whatever is going to happen in the dining hall. I check my watch, 8:58 am, a little earlier than I wanted to arrive but it is fine. I open the grand doors to the dining hall and see ahh, my Angel Dust. He is wearing a beautiful suit as well. It is pink with white accents, he also has gold plated cuff links. My spider had also done his eyeliner, his wings on his eyes adding to his beauty. My Angel could not look any better.

"I made breakfast/lunch/dinner for ya Al. It's jambalaya and chicken alfredo pasta." My ears perk up at jambalaya. Hopefully Angel did not mess up jambalaya, I know he knows that jambalaya holds a special place in my dead heart. "Oh, and on the side menu there's fried chicken, garlic knots, mac n cheese, more rice, some more sasuage and shrimp, some pizza, and a lil bit of you~" Angel adds. I start to blush a deep red, "Angel, my dear, you always know what I need. Thank you so much sweetheart." I walk up to him and peck him on the cheek, "Let's eat now, shall we?"