💌 crybaby 💌

pink lemonade

i know i said the titles would be sweets specifically but drinks have rights too
ik its been forever since the last chapter and im sorry but writers block is kinda kicking my ass rn
also hey im gonna plug my insta because yknow- @raggiedolle
i sometimes draw radiodust there and other hazbin stuff ✌
lesgooo 💞

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Coffee. Just coffee. It's all Angel needs to wake up. Same with Alastor. Contrary to popular belief, popular belief being headcanons, (which are totally vaild don't get me wrong) Alastor prefers coffee over tea (I headcanon it to be black coffee but any will probably do).

(you dont have to read this next part if youre only focused on the story)

hey fun author's note thingie um
i don't like coffee myself (my ex convinced me to try some once and it tasted like soap and soap tastes like shit)
and i know how cliche it is, because im a brit, that im obsessed with tea but i am
i also like the song by jack stauber ksowow

Alastor was minding his own business, having his coffee. The pink spider yelling at him at 9 in the morning was not helping.
Angel was being unusually annoying today. Especially to Alastor. Eventually, strawberry decided he'd had enough.

"Oh hey pimp! What's a dude like yourself doin' over here--" Angel began.

Static appeared all around them, Alastor seemed to get bigger, and somehow glitchy. His pupils turned into clocks, and his barely visible antlers grew.

Angel only stared at him, unimpressed.

"Ok, I already knew you were mad, can we go back to reality now?" Angel rolled his eyes.

"What?" Alastor, being surprised and confused, turned back into his usual self quickly.

"If you wish." He tried pulling himself together.

"Oh. That easy, huh?" Angel added.

"I could have killed you then, and I could right now." Alastor said calmly.

"But you didn't."

"Well, maybe if the princess weren't here--"

"She probably wouldn't be able to stop you. Or punish you. That's Lucifer's job, and for me? I don't think he'd care." Angel explained.

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Maybe."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, and it's on my dad." Angel laughed.

"See ya, shorty!" He continued, making his way upstairs.

Alastor's eye switched, as he stood there, unmoving, watching Angel until he disappeared.

Husk laughed. "Burn."

"What was that, Husk?" Charlie and Alastor said in unison.

"Nothing." Husk groaned.

Alastor walked over to Vaggie. "Hello, dear, may we speak for a moment? In private."

Vaggie looked at him weirdly. "Sketchy as fuck, but okay. If I get murdered, Charlie will know who it was."

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"So, it seems Angel Dust isn't afraid of me. Or death. I used my powers on him, because I was annoyed, and he wasn't even concerned! He basically begged me to kill him."

"Oh. Have you seen him do any other weird stuff?" Vaggie asked.

Alastor didn't want to tell her about the other day, as he knew Vaggie would confront Angel about it and then he wouldn't be able to get anything else out of him.