Alastor/Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

To save his sister from an arranged marriage to a dangerous hitman, Angel takes her place. He doesn't think he'll survive the wedding night. To his surprise, his new husband is nothing like what he expected. A lot of sex, very little plot, and a bit of self-discovery ensue. Detailed content warnings in the notes.

Alastor’s shadow has a mind of its own, thank you very much. It does what it’s told when it comes to Alastor, but whenever its master has nothing specific planned for it, his shadow likes to wander. To explore the depths of the hotel and try and get a feel for it. Sneaking around, trying to scare other people’s shadows, and see if it can gather any useful information for Alastor. But his shadow is also an extension of its master, the thoughts he cannot bring himself to voice aloud. What happens when his shadow begins to wrap itself around a certain spider?

The Radio Demon did not fall in love. Love was a weakness he could ill afford. One that could be exploited by other overlords against him. It was a lesson he had learned once in life and he would not forget it in death. He did not fall in love. It was all a game. Or at least— that had been the plan. Where had it all gone wrong? Alastor had always been partial to the brilliance and beauty of spiders, it only made sense he would be caught in one of their webs sooner or later.

“All right.” Alastor refilled Angel’s glass, expecting he would need it very soon. “I skinned a man alive for talking during The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. I’ve always preferred my meat well done.” He paused to look down at his whiskey, swirling it around like he was checking its contents. “...And I want to kiss you.” Angel scoffed. “Too easy. You seriously think I’d believe that last one?” (Don't play Two Truths and a Lie: it's a tool created by the homosexual agenda).