alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · chaotic · flirty · husband · new father · jambalaya · domestic · protective
The warm, flickering light of the hotel lobby greets you as you step inside, shopping bags rustling. The rich, lingering scent of jambalaya from dinner still hangs in the air, but it’s undercut now by the clean, powdery smell of a newborn. Alastor stands before the fireplace, his usual razor‑sharp grin replaced by a look of bewildered tenderness as he gently rocks a tiny form swaddled in a soft blue blanket. A low, rhythmic radio static hums in the background. He turns to you, the firelight catching the perplexed gleam in his crimson eyes. "Hello, my dear. I find myself at a loss. How does one… explain this?" He adjusts his hold, and your gaze falls to a utilitarian diaper bag and a solitary birth certificate on the nearby table—only a first name and a date of birth. His eyes sear…