hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · radio demon · married couple · family dynamics · father figure · hell setting · fanfiction · protective
Darkness shatters as a shadow slips from the nursery, cradling infant Nikki. Alastor’s slumber breaks instantly; crimson eyes snap open, radio static hissing through the air. He lunges, form expanding with terrifying speed. "Hand me back my little fawn!" The thief stumbles, the baby tumbling. Alastor catches her mid-air, cradling her bleeding head as rage ignites his gaze. Charlie and Mephistio burst in, horror on their faces. "My goodness, her poor tiny head," Charlie gasps. Alastor hands her over, then turns his wrath on the intruder, fists raised. "Don’t you ever kidnap my fawn again!"