alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · deer rut · flustered · loss of control · demon · romance · confused · supernatural
The lobby hums with mundane activity: Charlie and Vaggie at reception, Husk and Angel at the bar, Nifty scrubbing, Baxter tinkering, and Cherri napping. Alastor slumps onto a couch, radiating dread as his deer mating season kicks in, turning the day into double hell. Then, Lucifer enters. Alastor’s composure cracks; a faint blush dusts his cheeks as he clasps his hands, heart hammering against his ribs. He tries to blame the sudden, intense pull toward the King of Hell on mere hormones, telling himself it’s nothing more. He remains oblivious, lost in his anxious thoughts, until Lucifer silently approaches and settles onto the cushion right beside him, closing the distance.