Hazbin Hotel Fluff [requests closed]

⭐️Alastor x Angel Dust🍓

There be no-no words in this here fluff!

Tysm for the support and patience ;w; by the time you see this, my exam week will be over along with the metric fuckload of homework—
I was also ill and tired this week, so I haven't felt well enough to write somethin decent qwq
This one will have Angel's siblings, Molly and Arackniss, in it ;w;
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Tysm to the requesters that have been suggesting so far ^w^
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Molly drew in a deep breath and took in the grand front doors of the recently opened Happy Hotel— which towered above her, despite her height. Although the Happy Hotel had been always referred to as such in speech, the sign read differently. Hazbin Hotel, it said, and Molly, sure it was a mistake, sniggered whenever she noticed it.
She was excited. She hadn't seen her twin brother, Angel Dust, in so long, and was looking forward to catching up with him. Arackniss had, after long hours of persuasion, agreed to meet him here too, but had failed to arrive on time, it seemed. Until he came staggering around the corner, hunched over as usual, muttering about some 'bastard alcoholics'. Molly ignored her brother's frightful mood— which was, admittedly, the usual— and knocked (barely acknowledging him, in fact). There was a short, awkward pause of silence between the two siblings, and Molly took a breath in, planning to start a conversation, but the door burst violently open, Charlie now taking its place. Her blonde hair, which had been neat and composed during the interview— and probably usually was anyway, considering she was the princess of Hell— was now slightly frizzy. She was out of breath and smiling widely. "Welcome! I'm Charlie! Come right on in!" Judging by her mood, she probably thought the two were planning to stay at the hotel. She was wrong. She spun around and led the duo into the hall, stopping just before she reached the bar area. The door swung shut with an echoing clang behind them. Charlie turned back and addressed Molly and Arackniss, smiling. "How can I help you?"
"We aren't here for the hotel," Arackniss mumbled harshly, glaring mildly at Charlie. "We're just here to see our brother."
Charlie visibly deflated. "Oh." A pause, then, a little more enthusiastically: "then who—"
"Hey, Molly!" Angel had sauntered in. He greeted Molly with enthusiasm, then his face fell a little when he caught sight of Arackniss. "Oh, hi, Arack'." Arackniss gave an indifferent nod in reply. Molly, however, smiled exuberantly and strode across the room, instantly engaging in an animated conversation with Angel Dust. Charlie's smile had remained incessant. "Would any of you mind telling me what all this kerfuffle is about?" Alastor had appeared suddenly, and was expectantly, slightly leaning over Charlie as if looking for an answer in her, who jumped in surprise.
"Oh, hey, Al. These are my siblings: Molly and Arackniss. It's only a short visit." Molly noticed the attitude about Angel change abruptly when he addressed Alastor, his carefree, chatty demeanour replaced with a relaxed, almost rebellious one. A mischievous grin spread across her face as an idea slipped into her head.
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Molly found an appropriate moment to pull Arackniss aside, away from the others. She couldn't wait to tell him what she had been thinking, despite the fact that he probably wouldn't give two shits. As usual. Watching Angel interact with Al— which she later found out was an abbreviation of Alastor— only made her more inclined to put her plan into action. A very vague plan, but one nonetheless.
"What do you want?" Arackniss looked unimpressed, having been dragged down one of the halls to an empty hotel room.
"I have an idea," Molly told him. "You know Alastor?"
"Yeah..."
"And have you noticed the way Angel's attitude changes when he's around him?"
"...what?" Clearly not.
"You know, as if he's trying to impress him."
"Uh..."
"Well, I think we can get those two together."
Arackniss raised an eyebrow and began walking away. "No thanks."
Molly grabbed him by the shoulders of his jacket and hauled him back.
"Yes, thank you, you mean."
He rolled his eyes.
Molly continued, "I know what we should do. It sounds really cliché, but I want it done." Her eyes were sparkling. "We could trip them up... and then they land on top of each other—!" She cut off briefly with a squeal— "just like in all those animes I've watched—"
"Hell no."
"We can use a string—"
"No."
"And then they'll like it so much—"
"No."
"That they get together!"
"I can see how you got into hell now. Plus, there's no way that'll work. Just because it worked in so many cliché tropes in all this strange 'anime' you're watching, doesn't mean it'll actually work if we try."
Molly shoved her face towards her brother's, so that their noses were nearly touching, eyes wide, and insisted: "it will."
Arackniss groaned. "Oh my God. I am not taking part in the tormenting of our brother and one of his random friends—"
"You will. Because I don't know where to find string, and you know where everything is."
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Molly had had absolutely no idea how to catch the two walking together in order for her 'useless gamble' (according to Arackniss,) to work. And, therefore, where would the string go? She didn't know. But, conveniently, she had four very long legs— a perfect excuse for 'accidentally' sticking one out in someone's path. She had, admittedly, panicked when she saw her chance, and was sure it had looked a lot less subtle and more purposeful. Not the impression she wanted, but it was done now. It had been in the evening, the fire crackling heartily in the fireplace in the entrance hall. Its warm light tainted the dark burgundy carpet with a warm orange glow. ((Ah sHit, hEre We gO aGain.)) Alastor had been almost lying on one of the sofas ((yes there are multiple ones now, and yes they are around the fireplace for the purposes of this ;o)) with a relaxed air about him. Molly had been standing nearby, and noticed Angel approaching Alastor at the last minute before extending a high-heeled foot in front of Angel's ankle.
"Hey—" was all he managed to get out before his voice was muffled by Alastor's clothes.

Angel felt Alastor flinch when he fell on top of him, though didn't push him off. Both were breathing heavily from the surprise, Alastor's heartbeat's pace quickly decreasing to a steady drum that thrummed pleasantly in Angel's ears. His chest was warm, and his arms, still slightly raised in a reaction to the impact of Angel's body on his, were nearly holding his waist. The soft fluff ((hair?)) protruding from Angel's head rested against Alastor's chin, gently tickling it. Angel was held loosely between Alastor's legs— which were relaxing. Angel's head rested silently on Alastor's chest. They were content, for the moment they were like this, just being so close to one another. Alastor felt his eyes closing. It was as if everything around them had melted away into lukewarm, close darkness, where they lay, unwinding, contentedness seeping into their veins and filling their synchronised hearts—
Too long.
Way too long.
Realising how long they had lain there, realising their eyes were closed and limbs limp, realising they had an audience, Alastor lurched suddenly forwards, unintentionally throwing Angel off onto the threadbare carpet. He straightened his bow tie, then whisked with impossibly perfect posture past the gathered few— Charlie, Molly, Husk— out of their sight— even though he was, for once, more worried about Angel than his ever-precious dignity.
Perhaps, in that case, Angel was becoming more precious than that dignity.
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*1306 words*
Tysm for the requests guys ;w; once again, I am open to critique or suggestions on how I can make my writing even better! If the requester wanted the fluff but to be longer, or for the whole thing to be rewritten, feel free to ask uwu