Hazbin Hotel Fluff [requests closed]

🍓Charlie x Alastor🌺

Nothing much to say before i start this one, only thank you for all the support and compliments y'all lovely people have been giving me! Tysm to everyone uwu
Sorry for the long wait!

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Alastor groaned inwardly and let his head drop onto the desk in front of him. Charlie had asked him to help with the influx of paperwork she had been receiving, and it was now past midnight, all the time up to it full of working. The pile of paper hadn't seemed to shrink at all to him. His eyelids felt heavy, and he now rubbed them briefly with the heels of his hands before resuming the writing of the passage he had started. He didn't usually let his smile slip, even when he was alone ('you never know when someone's going to walk in, and it's good practice!' he often told himself,) but now his exhaustion made it feel too heavy to uphold. The only thing lighting his hotel room was an oil lantern, the flame flickering energetically behind the thin glass. He glanced out the window. The curtains were still wide open, and he made a mental note to close them later. The world outside was pitch black, not even the privilege of a natural satellite or nearby stars to light the roads; hell didn't, of course, give the privilege of having anything particularly pleasant. It did, however, give a darkness so thick even the brightest street lights couldn't pierce it for very far. At night, it was as if a thick, black smog veiled the city. Alastor guessed by the equally stifling stillness and quiet in the hotel that the others, including Charlie, had gone to sleep and left him to push through the night of work alone. He narrowed his eyes slightly, upper lip twitching. How unthoughtful.
Now, Alastor, don't presume the worst, He scolded himself. He turned back to the papers.

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The clock sitting nearby ticked softly. 'tick, tock, tick, tock...'
Alastor's head jerked upwards with a start; he had nearly drifted off! He looked up drowsily at the pile of papers. The amount had decreased, hadn't it? Maybe not. His eyes drifted towards the paper he had been writing on. Had he fallen asleep? He had only just written that sentence, hadn't he? Oh, bother! Alastor sighed heavily and rested his head in his hands, elbows on the desk. After a while, he felt his eyelids droop, and even though he fought against it, they then closed. Alastor's head dropped heavily onto the paper-covered desk, too numb with tiredness to feel the uncomfortable ache of the impact, and the world was plunged abruptly into the welcoming blackness of sleep.
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Dawn light was only just filtering through the still-grimy windows of the hotel, yet Charlie was energetic. The hotel was still wrapped in a drowsy stillness. She scurried down the long hall to Alastor's room to see how much he had done. She felt a little guilty, admittedly, knowing how much there had been and how she must have put much pressure on Alastor. She tried the handle first, and found the door was unlocked. She pushed it open slowly, calling Al's name softly and waiting a moment before raising her eyes to the room and stepping soundlessly inside. She instantly saw him, slumbering peacefully— though still sat at the desk. Charlie's eyebrows furrowed in culpability and concern, realising he must have given in to exhaustion midway through his work. She stepped lightly as she hurried forwards and checked over the papers, having to gently tug the last one from under Alastor's head. They were all completed perfectly, all letters replied to how she wanted, and the stack of work still to be done wasn't so dauntingly large. She smiled warmly at Alastor— though he couldn't see it— and admired the way the milky light, which was shining through the misty window opposite, illuminated his crimson and dark maroon hair with a soft orange glow. She knelt down so that their faces were level and felt his slow, warm breath on her cheek as she leaned forwards, pressed the side of her face against his and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in an affectionate embrace. She stayed like this for a while, basking in the comfort of Alastor's body close to hers. In the thick silence, in the surreality of how peaceful the morning was, in the 'light' of a new day that was getting hotter on her pale skin, Charlie felt a sudden, overwhelming burst of affection for the Radio Demon and wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders, pressed her face harder against his, in an attempt to express her absolute gratitude— even though as far as her knowledge extended at this moment in time, he was unaware of it; she had unintentionally woken Alastor up. He blinked groggily, assuming the cosiness he was wrapped in was his duvet at first, but then suddenly remembered: I never went to bed last night— didn't I? I seem to remember falling asleep at my desk. His eyebrows drew together in a frown of confusion, but his lips displayed a gentle grin. He lifted his head and found something warm, something soft was pressing against it, he having, effectively, pressed harder against the object. His eyes widened as he felt a brief squeeze being applied to his wide shoulders and quickly realised that it was not a something he was so close to, but a someone. Alastor was about to shove them away when he heard a soft, feminine voice whisper "oh, Al." ((Nah i see you there with all the oHh, ALaStoR~ business)) He allowed himself to relax, recognising the voice as Charlie's. He hesitated for a moment before shuffling sideways so his chest was turning towards Charlie's body then raising his own arms and wrapping them around Charlie's waist. He felt her start. "Al! I— ah— I'm sorry—" she began to pull away mid sentence, but was cut off by Alastor yanking her back— maybe a little too forcefully— and murmuring with a touched smile, "it's fine." Charlie's head was still on his shoulder but her chest was now pressing against his, the rest of her torso between his legs. She paused for a moment as the surprise passed then allowed her head to rest beside Alastor's, her cheek to meet his and her eyes to close in content. The rising 'sun' was now casting a stronger, more sure ray of light into the room, warming the duo with its dazzle. Alastor acknowledged the tranquility now, closing his eyes too and holding Charlie closer, relishing the affection and the comfort it gave him, for he knew he might not get any for a long while. The only sound in the room was their breathing. Slow, steady. Stirring each other's hair. The sound of approaching footsteps was muffled by the intimate atmosphere. Charlie snuggled closer to Alastor, nuzzling his chest. Alastor tenderly lifted Charlie off the ground, one hand under her back and the other in the bend of her knees, and onto his lap, into which Charlie gladly settled into, completely blanketed by Alastor's affection, his fondness. Charlie turned her head so it was at a slight angle, so her warm breath now tickled Al's neck. She moved forwards, her lips puckered slightly. Her kiss met Alastor's skin, whose eyes snapped open in surprise at the gesture, and at how much he enjoyed it.
What he didn't enjoy, however, was the sight of Angel Dust watching them, quite happily, from the door which was still open. His grin widened suddenly, but his eyes were narrow and burning with a sudden flare of hatred. How dare he interrupt! Charlie noticed Alastor tense abruptly, so pulled away, finding that Alastor was staring intensely ahead of him and following his gaze. She froze.
Angel laughed. "Ha! Oh, sorry! I seem to be interrupting something. I just wanted to wait until the part when Alastor pounds Charlie into—"
"That's quite enough!" Alastor said loudly, "I'd rather not give you something else to get off to." He spat the last few words as if they were an unpleasant taste lingering in his mouth. He rose and approached Angel, who stayed where he was, looking incredibly amused, to shove him out of the doorway and a few yards down the hall.
"Alright, geez..."
Al turned back to Charlie, his expression, once again, gentle.
"Thank you for finishing all those papers, Al, and I'm sorry for leaving you to all that on your own."
Alastor let out a brief laugh. "Oh, it's quite alright, darling!"
Charlie gave him one last brief hug, to which he happily returned, then made her own way down the hall. "I should get back to Vaggie," she explained. "See ya!"
"Yes, I'll see you later, Charlie dear." Alastor closed and locked the door to his room, now in an exceptionally good mood and feeling warm, close feeling towards Charlie, despite the shattered atmosphere.
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*1502 words*
Feel free to suggest! I'll do anything, so don't be afraid or embarrassed to ;w; as always, tysm for all the support and suggestions that have been made so far! I'll try to update more regularly, but i can't make any promises qwq